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Storing and Maintaining Your Gate Repair Safety Gear
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In the field of gate repair, ensuring the integrity and readiness of safety equipment is crucial. Properly storing helmets, gloves, and goggles can extend their usability, ensuring personal safety while also being cost-effective. Helmets should be kept out of direct sunlight and in well-ventilated spaces to prevent material degradation. Gloves need a dry environment to avoid moisture buildup that can lead to deterioration. For goggles, it’s important to store them in areas free from dust accumulation. Exploring these storage methods may uncover additional strategies to enhance the longevity and performance of your safety gear.
Cleaning Your Safety Equipment
Regular maintenance is essential for the effectiveness and longevity of safety gear. Keeping your equipment clean plays a vital role in the upkeep of gate repair safety gear. Dirt, grease, and debris buildup can impair the functionality and safety of helmets, gloves, and harnesses. To maintain high safety and operational standards, it's important to follow recommended cleaning practices tailored to each type of gear.
For helmets, use mild soap and warm water to gently scrub the outer shell and padding, ensuring you air dry them afterwards.
Gloves should be checked for punctures and cleaned with suitable fabric cleaners based on their material—leather gloves require different care than synthetic ones.
Harnesses need careful attention; soak them in a mild detergent solution and hand wash, making sure to remove oil or grime from the straps without damaging the fibers.
Effective Storage Techniques
Proper storage is essential for maintaining the condition and readiness of safety gear. When it comes to gate repair safety equipment like helmets, gloves, and goggles, the methods of storage matter as much as the locations. Each item should be kept in a clean, dry space to prevent deterioration from moisture or pollutants.
For example, helmets should be hung on designated racks instead of tossed into tool bins, which can compromise their structural integrity. Gloves should be stored flat to avoid permanent creases that could weaken the material over time, and a dedicated shelf or drawer can help maintain their shape and function.
Goggles, which can easily get scratched and impair visibility, should be kept in protective cases or on padded shelves. Temperature control is also important, as extreme conditions can damage the materials of safety gear, making them brittle or overly elastic. Therefore, choose a storage area that remains relatively cool and out of direct sunlight.
By implementing these storage techniques, you can ensure that your gate repair safety gear meets the highest safety standards, while also fostering a sense of professionalism and shared responsibility within your team.
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undermounts · 8 months ago
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bite the hand - chapter 6: blood kin
pairing: Astarion/The Dark Urge
summary: Astarion helps her hide the body. Romance ensues.
chapter preview:
She vows—spits, “I’ll rip out his throat.”
She will. She doesn’t care if a dead thing as powerful as Cazador can’t die twice; she would rip out his throat again and again and again if given the chance, and she’ll drop it at Astarion’s feet, like a dog with a bird in its teeth.
The look he gives her is searing. “I know you will try.”
Read it on Ao3
Alfira’s sudden departure hardly causes a stir, Irileth is ashamed to admit.
It is a miraculous stroke of luck that her companions are simply too preoccupied with what they have begun to refer to as ‘the tadpole problem,’ for no one seems to care much when they wake in the morning to find the bard’s resting place empty and her belongings gone. In fact, nary a brow is raised when Astarion shares their hasty cover story.
Irileth, for her part, merely nods along, feeling her companions’ gazes slide to her for confirmation. As far as she can tell, it seems to be enough, though she tries not to think about what it all means, how the others have come to trust her.
“Still, it’s a bit rude to just leave without saying goodbye,” Gale sighs once the matter settles, half-distracted as he folds his nightshirt and tucks it into his pack. “We had such a delightful conversation last night, too. Ah, what a shame.”
“Maybe that’s the problem. All of your chit chat,” Shadowheart quips around a mouth full of pins for her hair. “She probably decided a fascinating tale for her songs wasn’t worth all the sleepless nights, and I don’t blame her. Who can sleep when you’re always up late jabbering with ‘Me, myself, and I?’ ”
With near-brutal efficiency, the morning conversation turns from Alfira to their plans for the next few days: consult Dammon in the Grove about Karlach’s heart and continue preparations to infiltrate the goblin camp and rescue Halsin. If the number of goblins they’ve encountered in the wilderness thus far is any indication of the population they can expect at the camp, then this final task will be no small feat. 
Fortunately, the tadpole might just be their way in.
In between convincing the goblins occupying Moonhaven to stand down and encouraging a pair of cultist siblings to find their death in an owlbear lair, their illithid abilities have proven to be particularly useful in the party’s dealings with the devotees of the Absolute. And if Irileth was able to command the gnoll pack leader to feast upon her own hunters without so much as breaking a sweat, well—surely she can persuade a few guards to let them pass through the front gates.
What dark turns her mind takes, luxuriating in all of the terrors she could inflict with these newfound powers. Barely a handful of hours have passed since Alfira’s body turned cold and Irileth’s blood is already burning, boiling, begging for more death, more violence. 
(Her weak heart protests—No! )
But first things first: to Dammon.
The following hours are filled with dread and anxiety for Irileth.
Back and forth they traveled all day, between the Grove and Moonhaven, obtaining infernal metal for Dammon’s repairs, while simultaneously running other errands for the denizens of the Hollow. It was a tiring endeavor, especially while operating on such a deficit of sleep, but it had been worth it, so worth it for Irileth, to see the way Karlach lit up with equal parts joy and relief at the sound of her heart, beating along as it should. (Hello, hello, hello.) 
Irileth’s attention had repeatedly strayed to Astarion, wondering—waiting for him to leap up and proclaim in a dramatic fashion, true to form, that it was all a lie, Alfira was dead, and she, Irileth, was to blame. She had decided to trust him that morning, had decided to believe that he really meant it when he claimed to be on her side, but now as the day drags on, she can’t help but fall prey to the doubts that creep into her feeble mind.
Her stomach writhes with guilt and unease. What would she even do if Astarion turned on her? Admit to it? Explain it was all his idea to cover it up—she had wanted to be honest! (Well, she had considered it.) Or would she accuse him instead? 
…Could she accuse him? If she framed it right, she might just be able to, especially given his track record for preying upon members of their camp in the middle of the night (just her, only her).
But—no. She couldn’t. 
For whatever reason, the thought of turning on Astarion seems unbearable, unconscionable. She’s not that kind of person.
…Right? 
She won’t be.
Astarion, for his part, does not give her any reason to doubt him. He has been remarkably silent throughout much of the day, lingering at the back of the group as they traveled and quietly accepting whatever requests she made of him: picking locks, scouting ahead, and even entertaining Mattis and Silfy with his sleight of hand while they waited for Dammon to finish working the metal.
Still, Irileth worries. She doesn’t know what any of this means for them, or what to do about it.
Supper that night consists of bland acorn soup and a handful of grapes—yum . Camped once more by the river, Irileth and her companions linger around the fire as they wind down after dinner, chatting idly about Karlach’s plans after her second repair. 
“You all better watch out,” Karlach announces, making eye contact with each member of their camp in rapid succession, “because I’m. Going. To hug. Everyone. ”
“I don’t hug,” comes Lae’zel’s flat reply, though it lacks her usual steel.
“Oh no.” Shadowheart rolls her eyes as she dramatically fans herself. Over the course of their meal, the cleric had scooted closer and closer to Karlach, leaning in as far she dared to without singing off her own eyebrows. (Interesting.) “What a terrible fate awaits.”
Through it all, Irileth watches Astarion as she polishes her newly purchased daggers—she couldn’t bear to look at her old ones, which now sit where they belong, at the bottom of the Chionthar. 
Astarion doesn’t eat with the rest of them, though he still lingers in their circle occasionally slipping small quips into the conversation. He is sprawled out by the fire with one foot resting on his knee, a book propped against the other, and he turns each page slowly, deliberately, like a man who knows he has an audience.
Irileth is reminded of the second night they spent together as a party, when she and Astarion looked upon the dying nautiloid from the cliffs. So much has changed since then, but also, hardly anything at all.
The night ticks on; Gale goes to bed first, then Wyll, Lae’zel, and finally, Shadowheart. Karlach lingers, stretched out on her back and stargazing as she hums to herself, foot tapping the earth. Eventually, it becomes clear that she’s not leaving any time soon, and only then does Astarion close his book with a snap before approaching Irileth on silent feet.
“Come,” he tells her softly, his voice nearly a purr, and holds out his hand. “Walk with me.”
She can feel Karlach’s attention on them, though Irileth keeps her gaze locked with Astarion’s, studying his face. His voice is sultry, dripping with a seductive offer, and his expression is not so dissimilar to the one he gave her yesterday morning, when they talked about her blood. (‘I’ll take anything and everything I can get.’)
Is that what he wants? Blood, or something more? She supposes she’ll find out.
Irileth looks at his hand, pale in the moonlight, and takes it.
Astarion leads her deeper into the surrounding wood. Even in the inky darkness of the woods, he moves with certainty, as if he has traveled this way before. It occurs to Irileth then that he must know these woods better than any of them, given how much time he spends stalking them nightly for prey while the rest of them fill up on real meals, or at the very least, rations.
Before long, they come across a small clearing, punctuated by a fallen tree. Moonlight breaks though the canopy in silver shafts, illuminating the small patches of violets and ivy that creep across the ground. 
“Ah, here we are,” Astarion declares as he sits on the fallen tree, gracefully arranging his legs before him as he leans back and smiles. “Alone at last.”
Irileth chews on the inside of her cheek as she studies him, then hesitantly sits when he pats the space beside him. She can’t tell if he looks a little hungry, or if he’s up to something else.  “Been waiting long?”
“All day, in fact,” Astarion answers lightly, reaching between them to catch a lock of her pearly hair between his fingers. Irileth can’t help but be reminded of how just hours ago, he’d untangled those same strands, undoing the abuse she’d inflicted upon her hair. “I’ve been wanting to talk to you.” 
Oh. That’s not what she was expecting.
His smile dips slightly. “See how you’re doing after… well, you know.”
Oh. 
Irileth does know. As if she could forget.
“You look troubled, darling,” he observes, peering closer at her, and if Irileth wasn’t already so full of doubt, she might have thought he genuinely appeared concerned, despite his taunting tone. “Not having second thoughts about our plan, are you? Things are going well; don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind.”
Yes. She has—multiple times, in fact. “No. I mean, yes, I have thought about it. But… no.”
For now, at least.
Irileth swallows around the lump in her throat, the tangled knot of anxiety that has been pressing down on her chest. She supposes now is as good a time as any for this conversation.
“Actually,” she says slowly, gauging his reaction. “I rather thought you might.”
“And betray you?” He arches a brow as he tips her chin up with a single finger. “I would never.”
“You keep saying that,” Irileth mutters, “although I’m still not sure why.”  
She can practically feel the air between them grow thick with tension as Astarion’s guileful expression falls. (Gods, she really should have a better sense of self preservation by now, shouldn’t she.)
“Oh, not this again.” Astarion leans back and drops his hand away from her chin, letting it sit, as if burned, in his lap. “Is it so hard to believe that perhaps I just wanted to help you in the way that you have helped me? To return the kindness you showed the other night?”
Well, yes, Irileth thinks, though she doesn’t dare say that.
“You’re telling me that you helped me—” Hide a body, her sickened mind supplies. (Nope, try again.) “You helped with Alfira because you wanted to pay me back for letting you bite me?”
“You did more than just let me bite you,” he mutters, still staring at her disbelievingly.  He looks at her for a long while, then sighs, resting his elbows on his knees. His expression is surprisingly earnest. “Do you think any of the others would have allowed me to stay, much less live when they found out I’m a spawn, had you not spoken on my behalf?”
“Yes,” Irileth replies quickly, thinking of Wyll. But then she remembers Lae’zel, how she had been so quick to draw her blade, and hesitates. “Maybe.”
“‘Maybe,’” Astarion says lowly, “is not so reassuring.”
Irileth shakes her head. “I didn’t help you because I wanted you to owe me a favor, Astarion. And I find it difficult to believe that you would risk so much just to settle a debt. You’re careful and you’re smart and you don’t do anything without a reason. I know you.”
Astarion’s gaze flattens and he leans back, his face becoming cold in a way she has never seen it before. “Do you now?”
Irileth’s mouth falls open. “I…”
No, she doesn’t. Not really. In fact, she had assumed this outing of theirs would result in her giving him her blood—which she would have done, without a question. But here they are, talking. Of all things.
“No,” she admits, face burning with shame. How presumptuous of her, to think she had him figured out. They met barely a week ago, and while true that their close proximity forced them to get familiar with each other, and fast, she doesn’t know enough about him to speak with such authority. 
Irileth takes a deep breath, fighting to organize her thoughts. Her instincts still tell her that there is more to his kindness than meets the eye, but for whatever reason, Astarion is not inclined to admit it. And perhaps she really should just let it lay; so long as he intends to keep her around, she doesn’t need to know his motives. But there’s more to it than that.
She wants to understand him. Not just his intentions, but him. And pushing or making assumptions clearly isn’t working, so she must try something else. A better approach.
“I don’t know you. But I would like to,” she says carefully, her palms splayed on her knees like a peace offering. “I’m trying to understand you. And if there’s something you want, I would rather you ask me, than make me guess. Maybe I can give it to you.”
Astarion regards her silently, gaze flicking between her hands and her face, before he exhales sharply. Then, as if reluctant to admit it, he says, “You just may know me better than most.”
Irileth stifles her feeling of victory. Why does that excite her so, the idea that Astarion considers her to be someone—not close, perhaps trusted, but at least within that orbit.
“If you must know, I feel a sort of…kinship between you and I,” he begins, sliding ever closer to her on the fallen tree. Irileth catches that look in his eye, the one he gets when he focuses on something he plans to execute, and she just barely manages to think, oh no, I’ve made it worse, before he barrels on, voice made of satin. “You must feel it too, how well we work together—so perfectly in sync. Together, we could be quite formidable.”
“We’ve got a few knives and bows between the two of us. That’s not much.” Irileth scoffs, though her dismissal is half-hearted. 
She cannot deny a part of her is intrigued by this sudden turn in the conversation, even if it may not be as productive as she’d hoped. Or maybe she just likes the way he looks at her. (Hungry—always, but also a bit wanting.)
“Oh, I think our foes would disagree,” he remarks dryly. “My point is,” Astarion adds before she can nudge him on. “I have a feeling that our troubles are far from being over. The mind flayers aren’t the only ones who are out there.” He grimaces, his voice full of thinly veiled meaning. “And they might not be the only ones hunting us.”
Who else? Irileth wants to ask, but she already knows.
Cazador.  
Oh, and that makes her chest ache. She grips the tops of her knees, resisting the impulse to touch him, comfort him. She knows he doesn’t want that and she still doesn’t know how to give it. 
“He can’t find you out here.”
“He might.” Astarion’s words are soft, barely more than a whisper, but he bares his teeth in a snarl. 
And although Irileth knows he isn’t angry with her, her heart starts to race with fear, excitement, and a sudden rage that mirrors his own. She vows—spits, “I’ll rip out his throat.”
She will. She doesn’t care if a dead thing as powerful as Cazador can’t die twice; she would rip out his throat again and again and again if given the chance, and she’ll drop it at Astarion’s feet, like a dog with a bird in its teeth.
The look he gives her is searing. “I know you will try.”
Her neck heats. Is that meant to be a dare?
No. Where his former master is concerned, Astarion does not joke. His expression is severe as he scans the forest around them, eyes darting to the shadows between the trees, as if searching for something—for him?
“I’ve never known Cazador to leave the Gate, but that doesn’t mean he won’t send someone in his stead.” His lip curls disdainfully. “Send the wolves, send his lackeys— I’ll kill them all, because I’m not going back.”
 “And when they come.” He turns to Irileth, taking one of her hands between his own. He grins, and his expression turns menacing—daring. “There’s no one I’d rather have by my side. My closest ally. My most terrifying hero.”
Irileth’s heart burns, mirroring the passion he lays out before her. She should be repulsed by the idea of soaking her blades with blood so soon after the horror of this morning, but this is different. This would be deserved. If Cazador or any of his minions so much as lay a finger on Astarion she will cut it off and make a necklace out of their bones.
His thumb strokes the back of her knuckles and Irileth looks down at their joined hands; his, the pale face of the moon and hers, the blush of dusk. Is Astarion always so cold? She finds herself wondering.
“Now, is that sufficient enough? Have I adequately waxed poetic the reasons why I want to help you?”
Irileth looks up at him, withdrawing her hand. “I’ll protect you.”
His brows lift for an instant, then quickly smooth into a pleased expression. “And I, you. I’ve never been one to receive more than I give.”
Irileth lets loose a dry laugh, feeling some of the tension dissolve in the air. It’s strange, what sort of things her brain has forgotten and what it has retained. Apparently, she remembers enough to understand that. “Terrible.”
They sit there for a while, quiet in the clearing, listening to the sound of oak leaves rustling overhead and insects humming in the distance. Irileth ruminates on all that he has told her; all throughout the day, she’d been torn in two by guilt. Even now, she feels ill when she thinks of Alfira, and she is filled with misgivings over being dishonest with the people who have come to trust her, follow her.
However, it certainly changes things, knowing how Astarion wants her (she refuses to be so egotistical as to believe he needs her) by his side; wants her protection, her help. She’s reasonably sure that even without her, he could survive; he’s clever, cunning, and certainly ruthless enough. But… What are his odds?
“Well then,” Astarion breaks their silence and brushes at his knees, dusting off chips of wood and bits of moss. “Shall we return?”
“I thought…” Irileth remains seated and tugs her lip between her teeth, feeling her cheeks flush. She gestures vaguely at herself.  “Do you need…?”
Astarion grins, never one to remain serious for long, and arches a brow. “Ooo, just what are you suggesting, my sweet?”
Irileth’s face burns hot as flames now. Why is he like this. 
“Blood,” she explains flatly, and she is proud of herself for keeping her voice even. “I thought you might want it. I thought that’s why…” She waves her hand at the clearing.
Astarion stills, peering at her cautiously. “That actually wasn’t my intention in bringing you here. You must think poorly of me if you think that’s how I would persuade you. Although, ah, are you offering?”
She had already assumed that this is where the night would lead, but it is surprisingly… nice to have the choice. Irileth considers it for a moment, then nods. Why not? If he needs this and she can provide it, he should have it. She wants him to have it.
Irileth tugs at the collar of her shirt as she sweeps her hair to the side, exposing her neck to him. “I suppose I am.”
Astarion lingers for a moment, as if waiting for her to revoke or second-guess her offer, and when Irileth doesn’t, she can see some of the tension ease from his shoulders. 
“A paragon of generosity, you are.” Astarion smirks as he resettles himself beside her once more. All loose-limbed and graceful, Astarion curls into her side, taking her hair into his hand. “Were I a bard, I would sing your praises.”
Something in Irileth twists in discomfort at that. 
“I don’t want to be praised for giving you something you need.” She swallows, mouth growing dry at the strange way he beholds her, as if he is attempting to see straight through her. “And you don’t have to ply me with compliments either. You can have this, whenever you want.”
Astarion huffs, shaking his head, and drags the back of his knuckles along her jaw as he reaches for the side of her neck.  “You shouldn’t make offers like that. Someone might take advantage of your generosity.”
“Well, it’s a good thing I’m only offering it to you,” Irileth replies, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. (And Astarion wonders why the others believe him to be untrustworthy, when he makes unsettling comments like that.) “Seeing as you wouldn’t do that.”
“Of course not,” he hums, brushing his thumb over the bite marks he left two days ago, still tender and bruised, and Irileth curls her fingers into the tops of her thighs to stop herself from flinching. 
It wasn’t until she caught her reflection in the mirror earlier today at Moonhaven that she realized how different her marks were compared to his. While hers were clean and precise, two nearly perfect circles in her purplish flesh, Astarion’s scar tissue was thick and jagged, like twin sunbursts. 
Like Cazador had wanted them to hurt.
“Whenever I want…” Astarion muses as he bows his head, tucking into her neck, and Irileth fails to suppress her shiver at the low tenor of his voice. “And what about what you want? Surely there’s something I can give you in return this time. It doesn’t feel quite fair otherwise.”
Irileth plants her hands against the tree, digging her nails into the bark, carving indents into the wood.  “It’s not a trade.”
Astarion becomes still, and Irileth can tell he is weighing her words, trying to determine if she truly means that. Then, he says, “Very well. Play coy all you like, dear. I’m sure you’ll let me know sooner or later.”
Astarion’s hands hold her carefully, cradling her head and pressing against her shoulder. She can hear the wet sound as he opens his mouth but Irileth stops him suddenly, pulling gently at the hair at the back of his neck. “Wait.”
Astarion inhales sharply, fingers digging into her shoulder in a way that sends a thrill down Irileth’s spine. She… gods, she really wants to just let him get on with this. But after all of his talk about rewards and returns, this, Irileth feels, is important.
“This isn’t payback either,” she breathes, squeezing his arm for emphasis. “For helping me this morning. I just… wanted you to know.”
Astarion doesn’t reply, though she can feel him tremble beneath her hands. Then, with a final caress over the back of her shoulder, soothing the spot where his nails had dug in, he bites down.
The pain is sharp at first, twin shards of ice that pierce and pop the delicate flesh of her neck. Irileth gasps, arching against him, and one of Astarion’s hands flies to her sternum to hold her in place lest she tear her skin on his teeth. Soon enough, the sensation dulls and she slips once more into that lake of cool placidity, feeling her essence drain into him with every beat of her terrible heart.
Irileth likes this, she realizes, helping Astarion. 
(An insidious thought, spoiling her peace: Or do you just like that helping him makes you feel better about yourself?)
It is over too soon and Irileth sighs, bereft, when she feels Astarion’s teeth slip free. He retreats, though not before he indulges in one final, slow suck. 
“A wonderful little treat,” he purrs, right in Irileth’s ear and she shivers again. She feels both numb and oversensitive, her skin prickling all over, like static.
“A treat?” she laughs a bit dazedly. “Is that all?” 
“Hm, perhaps I misspoke. A feast,” he mumbles, resting his temple against her shoulder as he drags his finger through a small line of blood that trails down her neck. His hair tickles the edge of her jaw (So soft!) and he puts the reddened tip of his finger in his mouth.  “A five course meal is what you are.”
This incorrigible man… “I wasn’t fishing for compliments. I only want to make sure you’ve had your fill.”
“You have given me more than enough.” Astarion’s fingers curl around her wrist as he lifts his head, pressing his thumb into her pulse point. Measuring. “It is you, my dear, who could stand to be more selfish.”
He pulls her hand into his lap and draws the tip of his finger along the inside of her wrist, following the vein up the length of her arm, exposed by her loose sleeves. Irileth jolts away, feeling his sudden touch on her sensitive skin—so feather-light and teasing—spear through her nerves like lightning. Her neck twinges in protest.
“I—sorry,” Irileth hastens to apologize, abashed by her sudden jumpiness, all over a simple touch. “I think it’s just… too much, right now.”
“No harm done,” Astarion replies smoothly, pulling his hands back into the safety of his lap. “Lesson learned: I’ll ask before I touch.”
A hungry part of her mourns. That’s not at all what she wants—for him to stop touching her. (To stop making her feel real.)
“You don’t have to.”
Astarion regards her carefully, though without judgment. “I think I still will, if it’s all the same to you.”
Irileth nods, trying not to let her disappointment show, especially when Astarion gets to his feet, dusting bits of moss and bark from his trousers.
“Shall we return to camp now?” he asks. “Or do you need a moment?”
“I’ll be fine,” Irileth answers, though as she moves to stand, it immediately becomes evident that she does, in fact, need a moment. Or at least some help.
She staggers back to sit on the fallen tree, pinching the bridge of her nose as dark spots swarm her vision, waving Astarion off when he braces to catch her. He hums slightly as he waits for her to collect herself, a song that sounds oddly familiar to Irileth, though she cannot place it.
“I’m better now,” Irileth announces when her head stops spinning. 
“Oh? And are you sure?” Astarion teases.
Irileth drops her hand from her face, opening her eyes to roll them, when she finds Astarion knelt beside her, his red gaze bright. He holds his hand out to her, palm up.
“May I?” he asks, curling his fingers toward hers.
And if that isn’t a sight. She finds that she quite likes it when he asks.
Irileth nods and fits her hand into his, letting him guide her through the night.
She dreams she is in a city. 
Not just any city—Baldur’s Gate.
This knowledge comes from deep within, a resonance that rings through the cavernous depths of her soul. The signature terracotta-roofed buildings strike a chord of familiarity in her, as if she has spent many a day gazing at them and just as many nights sheltering beneath them. She can see the River Chionthar, sparkling under the beaming sun as it curls against the edge of the Lower City. She walks the cobblestone streets, guided by instinct alone, and runs her fingers against the stonework of the city’s defensive wall.
All of it familiar, all of it coated in red. 
Bodies are piled along the edges of the streets, spilling into the town square like so much rubble. The grand fountains that accentuate the well-manicured parks gurgle sluggishly with ichor, and Irileth yearns to bathe in the crimson depths. Cemeteries overflow, full of victims, her victims, of the past and of the future. Not a soul stirs, above or below ground, and Irileth basks in the silence as she winds her way through this labyrinth of death, a city executed, her feet carrying her toward the docks, as if on their own accord. Onward she moves, with divine and detestable purpose.
The Gate is gloriously empty, devoid of life, and soon, so too shall be the world. 
Irileth bursts into wakefulness, gasping. 
Instinctively, she clutches at her chest, nails scraping a touch too hard over her sternum, causing fine welts to swell up. Her heart beats wildly, loudly, threatening to punch through her chest, and Irileth has to squeeze her eyes shut to stop herself from imagining what her most vital organ would look like, disembodied and quivering on her bedroll. Would it be dark and twisted, or does it look like any other heart, insidious in its banality?
Irileth tears her hand away from her chest to slide her fingers over her neck, and—She hisses a sharp breath through her teeth as she probes against the tender and bruised wounds there, the bite marks Astarion left behind. Then, and only then, does awareness return and her fear ebbs away, leaving a strange hollowness behind.
Irileth struggles to sit up, her body at once too light and too heavy for her bones. Her limbs prickle all over as her blood—spread thinner than usual—sluggishly returns to them, instilling feeling once more. Ah, that. 
Irileth casts about, her gaze flitting around her tent as her mind slowly catches up to the present. Last she remembers, she was in the forest with Astarion, his teeth in her neck, and—yes, their quiet walk back to camp, hand in hand. 
Everything is as Irileth left it when they first made camp, before she dragged herself to the fire to supper. Her blades are stowed away, tucked beneath her bedding, and her armor sits in a misshapen pile near the tent flaps. With no small amount of relief, Irileth notes that there are no innocent dead to be found, though she still catches herself checking her hands and beneath her nails for blood.
She is hesitant to believe it, but Irileth ultimately deduces that all is well.  Or as well as it can be, anyway.
She sags against her bedroll, lacing her hands over her stomach, and tries to remember what roused her awake. Although her heart still hammers away, her dream has already faded, sunken into the depthless craters of her porous brain, leaving only the faintest impression behind: I am home.
The idea makes her chest ache, yearning for something that will make this gruesome mess of her life make sense. She had belonged somewhere, once—where? And to whom? Irileth tries to dig deeper, but both her dreams and her memories are all but water in her hands. Her temples throb with exhaustion.
Time ticks slowly by, and as Irileth feels her body start to grow heavy with sleep once more, her mind drifts, as it has been wont to do all day, to Alfira. She wonders what the girl looked like as she died. Squirming, skewered, in abject agony—
Irileth gets up, covered in a cold sweat, and abandons her tent as well as any hopes of returning to sleep altogether.
No one else is awake when she emerges, although the campfire still burns brightly at the center of their site. Irileth’s brain thumps painfully within her skull in response to the light, so intense compared to the darkness behind her eyelids. She staggers toward the edge of camp and beyond, offering a brief pat to Scratch when he whines and lifts his head at her passing.
Irileth crosses a fallen tree trunk over the waterfall-fed stream that borders the northern edge of the campsite. On the other side of the waterway stands a small ruin made of crumbling stone and Irileth hobbles inside, taking advantage of the privacy the (barely) enclosed space offers her. 
They first found this campsite on the eve of the day they met Wyll. The ancient building had been the visible marker that drew them to investigate the area , and, already a group of six (seven, including Withers, though he came and went as he pleased), the stone enclosure was too small to hold them all, though it needn’t have. The clearing it watched over was perfect for their needs, right next to running freshwater, bordered on one side by a large rock formation and the river on another, making it easy to defend. It was an oasis by all relative standards; a safe haven.
And now, Irileth has tainted it. 
She slumps to the ground in the corner of the ruins, ill with regret and bones heavy with fatigue. As the minutes tick by and she distracts herself by studying the stars through the open roof, Irileth thinks that maybe she could fall asleep here. It is peaceful, and although they are cracked and coated with dust, being surrounded by walls of stone rather than flimsy canvas soothes her by some margin. If only she didn’t see the bard’s face every time she closes her eyes. Why did she die?
“Milady?”
Irileth jumps to her feet and her head throbs at the too-sudden movement as she reaches for her blades. Too late, she realizes that they’re missing, still tucked beneath her bedroll back in her tent. 
Standing before her is some sort of being, short and gnarled. Instantly, Irileth is struck with a feeling of fond disgust at the sight of it: beaked nose, pointy bat-like ears, long nails, and decomposing corpse-skin. Irileth cannot put a name to it, this thing, and though her knowledge of Faerûn’s beasts is only limited to what she has read in books or encountered here in the forests of Elturgard, she has a strong feeling that this being in front of her is not common nor is it something that is just found in the wild.
(She thinks, for some irrational and unfathomable reason, that this creature was made for her.)
“Jubilant day! I have found your vile self at last!” he exclaims in a quivering voice, clasping his hands as he looks Irileth over with naked adoration. She can only return a blank stare, tinged with her slowly growing horror.
“Sceleritas Fel. Your loyal and ever-adoring butler.” He bows to her, hands held out beseechingly. His tiny teeth are sharp and yellow, peeking out from thin, scarred lips. “I followed you, my dear rotted Master. We have been parted so tragically long.”
A fixture of her past, then, he must be. Irileth narrows her eyes, curling her fingers in the air. Her nails are long enough, she thinks, to strip his flesh from his bones. “What in the Hells do you mean, you’re my butler ?”
“One Hell of a Butler, the most unprincipled servant you could hope for,” Sceleritas Fel announces proudly, hobbling from side to side on revolting, clawed feet. “You have always struggled to conduct yourself properly without me.”
That gives her pause. Struggled to conduct herself properly? Does that mean she has always fallen prey to these despicable urges, or that she has always tried to resist them? She supposes it comes down to what this dark devotee of hers thinks is proper . Irileth strains to remember anything useful about her old self, but she succeeds only in making her brain pulse, a maelstrom of nausea storming through her. 
“I found you,” the profane Butler explains, “following the stench of that bard. She reeked across the coast like a piece of dog-muck on the road.”
Irileth’s heart stops in her chest. “Did you…” She becomes furious, enraged. “Was it you who caused me to kill her?”
Irileth lunges for Sceleritas Fel, but he leaps away, giggling in delight. “Oh no! Such fine work could never be done by a wretch like me!”
“Then what—” Irileth starts to ask, though she knows it is pointless. She alone is responsible for Alfira’s slaughter, even if she still does not know how. 
Sceleritas Fel holds his gnarled hands up before him, and something long and flowing materializes in his palms. “I come once again bearing a part of your dreadful inheritance,” he proclaims.
His clawed feet click click click against the rough-hewn stone floor as he approaches, and Irileth stumbles back until she meets the wall. But the creature doesn’t touch her. Instead, he only lays his boon out at her feet, and Irileth sees that it is a cloak of some sort; even with only the dim light of the moon and stars above to support her vision, she can see how the fabric shimmers, a deep and rich velvet.
Irileth’s soul purrs at the sight of it, the color—
Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood.
“You earned this iniquitous prize through your great show of exceptional violence the other night,” the Butler elucidates, his voice filled with sick reverence, all for her.
Then, he reaches toward her to graze a sharp, blackened talon down the length of her thigh, and Irileth jerks back so hard, her elbow collides into the stone wall with a snap. Pain radiates down her arm—not broken, but certainly bruised—and the Butler inhales deeply with sadistic pleasure.
“Oh, my Lady,” he sighs in awe, closing his beady amber eyes. “The pain you bring is always the most succulent. I’m sure Master will be better soon. A fellow of your fine breeding is never down for long, and I cannot wait until your next act of shameless barbarity.”
Her fine breeding? Her dreadful inheritance? What riddles this loathsome servant speaks in, alluding to some accursed lineage, some foul benefactor to whom she belongs to. Irileth surges forward again, and this time she succeeds in grabbing the Butler by the front of his leathery, tattered doublet. “There will be no more barbarity!”
But contrary to her proclamation, her fingers itch to wrap around his neck, to squeeze until his spoiled flesh bulges out and she can cradle his exposed throat in her hand. She wants to fling him against the wall, see how he splatters —
Sceleritas Fel titters again, like he knows exactly what she is thinking. “Death wants everything to do with you, good villain!” Then he smiles, sharp teeth exposed, fetid breath wafting out. “Be true to yourself, my Lady.”
And then he’s gone in a puff of red mist. Irileth’s fingers instinctively flex, grasping nothing but air. The only thing that remains of the Butler is the cloak he left behind.
Something in Irileth screams not to touch it. Any remnant of her old life should be cast into the furthest reaches of the Hells; she wants no gift from her dread Butler. But… Irileth edges closer to it, this nefarious pile of fabric on the floor. It’s just a mantle, it cannot hurt her or anyone else. She is the weapon, the thing to be feared.
The cloak is a token of her past. Maybe there will be something she can glean from it; if she understands her old life better, then maybe it will help her prevent it from consuming her again. 
At the very least, the damn thing might be useful in a fight. 
Irileth picks up the cloak. Nothing happens. There is no curse bestowed or sickness cast upon her, but she does extract its name, vibrating through her marrow: Deathstalker Mantle.
She thinks she has an idea of what it will do, this new boon of hers.
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capitalrvboat · 20 days ago
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Essential RV Storage Checklist: Tips and Strategies for Choosing the Right Local Covered Storage
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Proper storage for an RV is essential to maintaining its condition and ensuring it’s ready for your next adventure. Whether you’re a seasoned traveler or new to road trips, knowing how to store your RV correctly can prevent costly mistakes. This blog provides cost-effective RV storage strategies, identifies covered storage advantages and provides actionable advice on how to avoid common pitfalls in storage.  
Proper RV Storage: Preventing the Worst  
Overlooking tire maintenance, inadequate ventilation, and neglecting to protect the RV from pests are common RV storage mistakes that can result in significant damage and expensive repairs over time. So proper storage safeguards the RV against environmental elements, mechanical problems, and security risks. This approach also protects your investment and your RV when you are ready to hit the road for your next trip.  
Selecting the Right RV Storage Facility  
When it comes to RV storage, not all facilities are created equal. Follow essential RV storage tips such as cleaning your vehicle thoroughly, utilizing protective covers, maintaining tire pressure, and ensuring all systems have been winterized to keep your RV in top condition during the storage period. Here’s what you need to know when selecting a storage space:  
Security Amenities  
Video surveillance, gated access and on-site management are a relief.  
Look for lights with motion detectors and perimeter fencing.  
Accessibility and Convenience  
Navigate spacious driveways designed to accommodate big RVs.  
Choose an RV storage facility that operates on your schedule.  
Storage Options  
Covered RV storage means less protection against UV rays, rain, or snow.  
Enclosed units add additional security from theft, as well as from the elements.  
Convenience to Your Location  
Find closer RV storage facilities to diminish travel time and fuel costs.  
Customized Services  
Electrical service, wash bays, and service facilities may also be important services for the facilities.  
Pre-Storage Preparation Checklist: Preparing Your RV  
Before storing your RV, it’s essential to prepare it to prevent damage and ensure it remains in excellent condition. Use this detailed checklist as your guide:    
Thorough Clean  
Wash and wax its exterior to prevent corrosion and UV exposure.  
Clean the inside completely, removing all perishables and any material that may attract pests.  
Inspect for Repairs  
Inspect for leaks, cracks, or mechanical problems. Make necessary repairs before storing.  
Inspect seals around windows and doors for wear.  
Protect the Tires  
Tire inflation should be at the manufacturer's recommended pressure.  
Cover the tires to protect them from the sun and extreme temperatures.  
Winterize Your Plumbing System  
Drain water lines and use antifreeze to make it freeze-proof during harsh weather.  
Disconnect the Battery  
Take out the battery and place it in a cool, dry location so as not to drip  
Breathable RV Cover  
A high-quality cover frees your RV from dirt, dust, and moisture buildup.  
Cost-Effective RV Storage Strategies  
RV storage doesn’t need to deplete your wallet. Here are practical ways to save while ensuring your RV remains protected:  
Look for Local Options: The convenience of searching for RV storage locations near me reduces transportation costs and time spent traveling to the facility.  
Negotiate Contracts: Month-to-month contracts offer more flexibility and save you money since you will require them only temporarily.  
DIY Maintenance: For example, cleaning and checking the seals will save you from expensive professional services.  
RV Storage Tips for Long-Term Care  
Proper long-term care of your RV while in storage can help prevent costly maintenance issues. Here are some RV storage tips to keep your vehicle in great condition:  
Tire Maintenance: Check tire pressure regularly, and consider using tire covers to protect your tires from UV rays and extreme weather conditions.  
Battery Care: Disconnect the battery to prevent discharge during storage, and store it in a cool, dry place if possible.  
Seal Openings: Ensure that windows, vents, and doors are properly sealed to prevent pests from entering. For extra protection, use covers for vents and windows.  
Cover Your RV: While covered RV storage provides protection, an additional cover can shield your RV from dust, dirt, and other environmental hazards.  
Check for Leaks: Always check your RV for leaks or cracks that may have developed and get them fixed before storing them for a long time.  
If you’re considering local RV storage, covered facilities are ideal for areas with varying weather conditions.  
Conclusion  
Proper RV storage will ensure it remains in good condition for your next road trip. This is an RV storage checklist to help you avoid costly mistakes and protect your investment. Preparing your RV and selecting a reliable facility ensures your vehicle is always ready for the road ahead. 
Properly storing your RV will extend its life and actually save you money over the long term. Whether for one season or for more, your vehicle deserves proper care, even when unused. 
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jessadaloro · 2 months ago
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Week 9-10 of Interviewing Different Businesses
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Me and my groupmates, Angel Jean Obsioma, Ian Gariel B. Ramas, and Francen P. Sellote, roam around the city to look for businesses that we can go to and ask the business owner or staff if we can ask a few questions regarding their business, so that we can gain knowledge and in-depth understanding about how business works, and we also asked permission if it is okay to take a picture.
Here is the list of the businesses we interviewed and the key information we gathered for week 9.
1. Sneakers Insole
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Sneakers Insole is owned by Mr. Reuel Majaducon Ruelan II, which sells branded sneakers and shirts. It began as an online store in 2021, utilizing social media to reach customers. Mr. Ruel sourced his products from Manila-based suppliers, allowing him to offer a range of popular brands. With a successful online presence, Reuel established a physical store in 2023, located at 8th 2nd Street, Nazareth, Cagayan de Oro City.
The physical store operates Monday to Friday, from 11:00 AM to 7:00 PM, and is supported by a team of three staff members. The business has an area for their stocks at the store for managing inventory and ensuring product availability for both walk-in customers and online orders. With his business a DTI registered, a business permit, and Barangay clearance, Reuel combines both physical and online sales strategies to expand his reach in CDO’s retail market, aiming for consistent customer satisfaction and growth.
2. Bullecer Metal Craft
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Bullecer Metal Craft is a business owned by Mr. Rafael M. Bullecer in which it has operated for 13 years, originally located in Corrales, Cagayan de Oro City. However, due to the sale of the original store space by Mr. Rafael’s mother, they recently relocated to 2nd St., Barangay Nazareth, CDO. They provide a wide range of metal crafting services; these include the creation of gates, grills, and various other metal structures, as well as repair and home service options.
They offer customers the flexibility to request custom designs, making their services highly tailored to individual needs. Mr. Rafael sources materials from local hardware stores in CDO and, with the help of three skilled on-call workers, manages every project to completion. Their usual business hours start at 8:00 AM, but they often accommodate customer requests on an urgent basis. This flexibility extends their service availability from Monday through Sunday. The business is DTI registered, have business permit, sanitary permit, and BIR. Despite being a small operation with a single branch, their reputation for quality work and customization has built a loyal customer base.
3. AC Gas LPG
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AC Gas LPG, owned by Mr. Roberto Tan Reyes, is a well-established and authorized dealer of LPG gas products in Cagayan de Oro City. Mr. Roberto's business was established around the 1990s. Located along 8th-17th Streets in the Nazareth area, the business serves as a direct supplier for Fiesta Gas and also deals with popular brands like Petron Gasul and Prycegas. In addition to this, they offer a range of products, including stoves and essential stove accessories, which they got from Manila. The company operates 12 branches in total; some of them are in Gusa, Bulua, NHA, Canitoan, Cogon, and Nazareth. They have an overall staff of 60 members across all locations. At the Nazareth branch specifically, the staff includes two cashiers and one laborer, working together to provide efficient service.
In support of their large-scale operations, AC Gas LPG has its own warehouse near the Nazareth branch, but they are in the process of relocating the warehouse to Pagatpat. Ensuring adherence to regulatory standards, the business holds a business permit, a license to operate, a DILG permit, and a sanitary permit, and they also have a fire safety inspection certificate, which collectively reflect their commitment to safety and legal compliance in the LPG industry.
4. Happy Pulp Food Packaging
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Happy Pulp Food Packaging, owned by Mr. Reynald Tan, was established in August 2023 and is located on Tomas Saco Street, Nazareth, Cagayan de Oro City. Specializing in food packaging, the store offers a range of products such as food containers, cups, and straws, catering to both individual and business needs. They also provide wholesale options on selected products, which attracts bulk buyers looking for reliable packaging supplies. Their products are sourced from suppliers in Manila. The business operates with a team of seven staff members and is open from Monday to Saturday, 9:00 AM to 5:00 PM. To maintain compliance, Happy Pulp holds a business permit and a certificate of registration.
5. 8Spot Billiard Hall
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8Spot Billiard Hall, owned by Ms. Marjorica Joan Bautista, opened its doors on May 28, 2024, and is located on Pabayo Street, Cagayan de Oro City. Their opening hours are from 12:00 noon to 2:00 AM, Monday - Sunday. While primarily a billiard hall, offering four high-quality tables from the Kangaroo and Maxima brands, the business also sells some custom-made perfumes with oils sourced directly from Dubai. They provide a selection of food options sourced from Savemore and online suppliers. Some of their billiards cues are from Wadhus, CDO. They are also facing competition from two nearby establishments, McKenns Billiards and Snooks Billiard Hall. The business holds a business permit and has a dedicated bookkeeper at City Hall who helps manage their finances, ensuring regulatory compliance and financial organization.
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smart-garage-door-service · 3 months ago
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pro-master-garage-doors · 6 months ago
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Finding Experienced Garage Door Technicians Near Me in Los Angeles Edition
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You're in luck if you're in Los Angeles and need reliable, efficient, and affordable garage door repair services. With a city as bustling and vibrant as LA, it's crucial to find service providers who are not only experienced but also trustworthy and affordable. Let's dive into why finding experienced garage door technicians near you in Los Angeles is so important, and how you can make sure you're choosing the best service available.
The Importance of Experienced Technicians
Garage doors are complex systems that require a precise touch to ensure they function correctly. From the motor to the springs, every component must work in harmony. Hiring experienced garage door technicians near you in Los Angeles ensures that the job is done right the first time, saving you time and money.
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themistressofdolls · 10 months ago
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Xenos the Cat UNLEASHED II
Chapter I: https://www.tumblr.com/themistressofdolls/743616576495009792/xenos-the-cat-unleashed
Chapter II:
THE FREEDOM FIGHTERS
We landed the jump jet in an underground cave system and started to use parts to build a high tech base where we lived for the next five years.
We played games and had fun but I was bored and wanted to go to the surface to fight back against Baconman that's when we decided to form the freedom fighters!
I went to rusted jumpjet cleaning up out guns and we repaired it and flew to the surface world which was a wasteland now, all the forests and nature was gone “I'll land us in the western kingdom.” Felix the fox said and landed the jumpjet.
We landed in a ruined town filled with skeletons that had been dead a long time “What the hell happened here???!!!!!” I was angry.
Inside a building we found a note that was handed out to the people from Doctor Baconman.
“As your religious pope our enemies of sin are drawing near, thus for the final order all citizens must kill themselves to go to heaven under my command.”
I was fucking sickened by the note “Religion makes people stupid! They took their own fucking lives because of that asshole brainwashing them!” I clenched my fist.
Those who didn't die in the war had been brainwashed by Doctor Baconmans evil religion then made to take their own lives, no nobody but the freedom fighters and Baconmans robots where left.
Fist the echidna was furious as he punched the wall and cried “HE CAN'T KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THIS!” He screamed as Cinos hugged him.
“I can't believe it, religion convinced every human, every demihuman on the planet to take their own lives because of some lie of an afterlife.”
I shrugged apathetically because I was above such notions of stupid people “More like a religion of evil, if these people put their stock in it then it only proves they where pretty dumb.”
Operation doomsday and the truth of Parabus
After investigating the ruins we learned Doctor Ivan Baconman had constructed a factory city called mechrotropolis where his citadel was so we got in the jump jet and started our final plan to bring down his empire and avenge the furry people!
In the control room of the citadel Doctor Ivan Baconman watched on the monitors “It tickles my dead black heart to see the planet in ruins Pibley, hahaha.” Baconman laughed
“Yes sire.” Pibley said spinelessly
Typing on the controls Pibley activated the defence systems firing missiles at our jump jet “We're going to crash, hold on tight! Ahhhh!” Fist said and I grabbed my buster sword, duel pistols and jumped sky diving without a parachute because my mana allowed me to use feather fall magic.
“HERE I COME BACAONMAN! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO DIE THEN TOO BAD, COPE AND CRY!” I laughed as I started shooting down tons of his robots pretty easily.
A big robot with mini guns for arms and duel rocket launchers attacked but I used hadoken blast to blow it to smithereens “You went down like a bitch.” I laughed and Cinos and the others where impressed with how powerful I had grown in five years.
Baconman was watching on his machine throne punching the computers “PIBLEY KILL THAT FUCKING CAT BOY! KILL HIM! KILL HIM!” He picked Pibley up by the collar choking him.
“Y...yes sire at once sire!” Pibley cried sending stronger tactical robots out.
I went super on command and blew the robots apart with a single Ki Sinki beam “Is that the best you've got? Pathetic, I'm coming to end this Bacon boy!” and I blew up the main gate and flew into the base cutting down 100s of robots with my buster sword.
“Begin operation doomsday, if I can not have planet Parabus NOBODY CAN!” Baconman smiled with evil and his robotic eyes glowed red.
Rushing to the bases reactor core I fought two G809 robots which where heavily armed and put up a fight but Cinos spin dashed them and I was able to blast them with a hailstorm of bullets as they exploded “We're almost there lets kick Bacon boys imperial butt!” Cinos smiled and ran in at light speed.
Fist the echidna then drop slammed the ground sending robots into the air as they exploded into pieces of scrap “You want a fight, you got one!” Fist taunted.
We arrived at the reactor chamber and Doctor Baconman was there in a gaint mecha armed to the teeth “So you must be Xenos the one working with that annoying hedgehog Cinos, I will make mincemeat out of you.” Baconman was pretty pissed off which was funny to me.
“You're going to die for ruining the planet Parabus.” I drew my buster sword.
Baconman armed his mecha and laughed “You fool you have no idea, the planet Parabus is EARTH IN THE FAR FUTURE! Aliens attacked and humans and aliens used horrific weaponry that ruined the planet and created a new age and furries but you all forgot the black history and repeated the cycle of war! In fact humans where so stupid I was able to take over their religion and use it to control them because religion is for stupid people hahahahaha!”
I got pissed off remembering the millions who died because of what Doctor Baconman did during the war and when he became pope.
“TIME TO DIE!” I shouted.
But the doctor wagged his finger as his robotic eyes glowed and he took out a switch “I recreated the same photon gene bombs used in the war three thousand years ago which are buried under the earth and when I press this button operation doomsday will begin turning the bombs on as they explode the planets core!”
A hologram appeared showing me the black history, warfare between mech armors, nuclear bombs raining on the planet over and over then alien bio-mutagenic weapons cracking the crust as a new war turned the planet to hell with overlords, fascists, rebels and regimes rising and falling over the eons to where we are today.
“This is the black history and you where part of it hahaha.” The Doctor smirked.
He then typed into his mechas command console “Now I shall create a new black history and reduce this planet into molten slag.”
I wasn't scared of such a stupid threat as I flash stepped instant teleporting next to him as I sliced his trigger finger arm off with my buster sword as black blood sprayed everywhere “MY ARM YOU PIECE OF SHIT I HATE YOU!” Baconman screamed in pain and I laughed.
“GO TO HELL AND DON'T COME BACK!” And I punched him through the chest and crushed his nanomachine powered cyborg heart as the life drained from him.
Doctor Ivan Baconman the brutal tyrant of the planet Parabus and bane of the freedom fighter was dead.
Constructing the Sutakatta gunblade
As the base began to self destruct the reactor created a portal and I was pulled in falling through a vortex as I crashed into a strange temple and there was a miko priestess there “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU WHAT HAPPENED TO CINOS?!” I shouted.
“My name is Reimi Hikari a shrine maiden, you must be an outsider.” She smiled joyfully at me which I found pretty annoying but it started to grow on me.
I sighed “Who the hell are you calling an outsider and where am I?” I shouted because this was a strange place with forests and mountains.
“You are in Genshinki a land of magic that boarders on the Earth world as you know it, here the mysterious lives in harmony but you must be careful because humans can be eaten by youkai here if they are not careful.” She explained to me.
I laughed “I'm not human, I'm a cat and I know how to fight so don't worry about me.”
Some vampire girls where starting an incident and Reimi and her friends had to go stop them so I decided to help out, when they saw how powerful my super form was they quickly backed down realizing that messing with me was a bad idea.
Me and Reimi as well as her friend Marcala became a good team as we went on a few adventures to stop rouge youkai and magicians.
One day we went to the angel mountain where the Goddess Lunaria lived “This is where the golden forge is, a forge created by the Gods of old.” Marcala explained as went inside and the forge was huge.
“THIS IS AMAZING!” I gasped and the Goddess Lunaria appeared and she was beautiful.
She looked at my weapons “Reimi said you wanted a sword, I can help you form a legendary weapon that will complement your incredible power!” She said.
That's when I had an idea “Make me something cool, I want a gunblade! Then my enemies will think twice before they fuck with me in the future.”
We gathered chaos metal the rarest metal in Genshinki along with ultima grade mana crystals and omega carbon metal as I helped hammer the forge constructing the blade and blessing it with the power of the 50 spirits of the divine sages.
Through the celestial fires the SUTAKATTA GUNBLADE WAS FORGED and I marked it with my own blood to sign it as mine as I swung the blade and its shock wave alone was so powerful it cleaved a wall in half “NOW I'M PLAYING WITH POWER!” I smirked.
The lunar fall ceremony
One morning everyone in Genshinki started going crazy as a fairy with a chainsaw came into the shine “I WANT TO SEE THE PRETTY RED WATER COME OUT OF HEHE!” And she spun around with the chainsaw but I cut it in half with the Sutakatta gunblade.
I used cure of moons to restore her since I knew some kind of force had corrupted her AND I WAS RIGHT!
“What the hell is going on and why you acting so crazy?” I asked her and the fairy calmed down realizing what she tried to do.
The blue haired water fairy tried to remember “It was last night there was a bright glow from the moon and everyone became angry and insane.” She cried.
I realized a dangerous incident was happening so I got geared up putting on my cool wizard trenchcoat and taking my gunblade. I had been here a while and studied magic so I had gotten a lot better at casting high level spells “Something must be wrong with the moon.” It was easy for me to piece that together because I used my mind palace which let me think really fast.
Outside it was chaos in the forests and human town of Steamberg as everyone was on a rampage torturing and killing each other “I won't let the god damn moon ruin this beautiful world I have come to love!” I screamed to the heavens.
I tracked down my friend and fellow merc Udon Bunny who was a demihuman like me but half bunny instead of cat “What is doing this? You have history with the moon you must know something!” I asked.
“Its the Lunar fall ceremony, you see a thousand years ago people settled on the moon under the Goddess Tsukuyomi but they grew to hate humans because they where infested with the concept of sin and even worse they hate Genshinki more because they seem them as the most impure of beings who must be purged.” she told me and it made my blood boil.
It made my blood boil with fire “They remind me of another group from the Earth world we called nazis.” I snapped back BECAUSE I HATE NAZIS!
War against the Lunarians
I flew towards the boarder of Genshinki where a golden spaceship was there setting up a relay device with some bunny soldiers “So Udon Bunny was right, it is the moon.”
A katana welding woman with an eye patch was there “So you must be the legendary Xenos but the power of the Lunar gods makes us invincble so why not just lay down and accept your death because you have no chance against us.” She smugged.
I went super mode as my hair turned gold and my aura was more bright it seemed in my anger I had became an asended super demi human “What is this power, how did you became an asended demi human?” The general lady was shocked and tried to channel her goddesses power into her katana but I teleported out of the way and drove the Sutakatta gunblade through her chest as blood and guts went everywhere and the bunny soldiers where fucking terrified because I took their powerful general out in one hit “Welcome to the slaughter, motherfuckers!” I grinned as I started taking them out and they screamed in terror as I sliced and diced them with my gunblade then blew the rest up with ki attacks.
Remembering the taoist teachings I learned I used the flow to pick up their golden space ship which scared Udon and Reimi “Don't worry I've got this.” and I spun at light speed and threw the ship which blasted into space and smashed into the Lunar capital on the moon as causing a nuclear blast.
Then I flew into space focusing all my power as I slammed into the moon.
The Lunarian locals where scared shitless as a tainted Earth person dared step on their world “They are an inferior lifeform, they poison our great holy land by standing here!” Shouted a Lunar noble so I fired a hadoken beam blowing him up.
“The world below is my domain and anyone who fucks with it is messing me and for hurting those I care about YOU'RE GONNA KNOW REAL PAIN!” I warned them but it didn't stop them as the Lunarian knights and Samurai came out to fight me with high level moon magic.
I took out my MP3 player putting the song holy frick on getting me into an epic mood as I started punching the soldiers guts out taking them out one by one at high speeds.
Powering back up into asended super demihuman I flew high speed turning hundreds of lunarian elite soldiers into gibs while launching thousands of punches while flying “Muda muda muda muda muda muda muda muda!” I shouted
Channeling my form I used ulitma magic to blow up buildings and even used the flow to throw larger buildings into soldiers.
Suddenly some castle guards stopped me in massive armor they put up more of a fight but I used the absolute blood shell attack from my gunblade cracking their lunarian armor then I sliced them up as they went down.
I used the X slash cutting the castle doors into four pieces and ran inside as I cut down guard after guard making my way to the top floor to find the nasty eugenics woman who was running the entire lunarian operation.
At the top floor which was like a palace the leader was an elegant women with a katana and fan and her magical power was over the limit “I am lady Tomoyo commander of the Lunar armed forces, so you are demi human interfearing with her cleansing operation of the earth but know this by destorying the tainted boarder world we will spread purity to earth world and bring an era of peace.” She said.
“Peace? AT THE COST OF MY FRIENDS!? THATS NO PEACE WORTH PAYING!” I pointed my gunblade at her.
She giggled “A few million lives is a perfect price for peace, after all how many breads do you eat?” Lady Tomoyo laughed with no empathy for her victims.
Rushing forward with pure rage in my asended super form I punched her over 500 times at light speed but she dodged each blow and the hits that did connect did zero damage to her “WHAT KIND OF POWER IS THIS AND WHY CAN'T I DO ANY DAMAGE!”
She glowed with a bright light light and fired thousands of beams at me as I took a lot of damage, it was the first time in a while someone put up a real fight against me.
“Heel boy!” She smirked at me turning her katana into a metal whip as she slashed me with it over and over
Lady Tomoyo then summoned silver spears of moonlight stabbing me in my arms and legs as I was pinned to the wall.
The moonlight ceremony shined through the window as it touched my blood but because of my power and strong will it didn't drive me insane but instead I felt the flow of the moon goddess in my being as silver light covered me “I let myself go to the power of the moon like the magic users of the eternaity kingdom!” I said as the moonlight covered me surpassing all my previous forms as I exploded into light with silver spiked hair and a silver trench coat which sparked.
THIS WAS MY LUNAR SUPER FORM AWAKENED!!
“This is impossible the moon serves us the true and most pure beings HOW COULD THE GODDESS GIVE YOU POWER AN INFERIOR LIKE YOU!” Lady Tomoyo screamed as her once beauitful face had the most ugly pissed off expression, she was really seething hard.
Feeling my unlocked power my speed supassed lady Tomoyo who couldn't keep up as I channeled silver energy into Sutakatta breaking her katana whip into pieces then I punched her two thousand times at sonic boom speed with each punch cracking a rib over and over “ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA!” I shouted punching her again and again and kicking her hard in the face as she smashed through a wall and out into the lunar surface as I flew after her “YOU'RE NOT GETTING AWAY FROM ME YOU MOON NAZI BASTARD!” I shouted kicking her into the air.
The injustice of what she did flashed through my memory, the millions the Lunarians would have killed had I not stopped them “I realize what I must do I HAVE TO FINISH YOU OFF SO YOUR EVIL REIGME DIES WITH YOU!” Then I flew at light speed as my fists slammed into her chest and her back burst spraying blood everywhere.
Then I kept flying before punching her into the surface of Mars where she exploded.
However I exhusted so much energy and reverted back to super demihuman one as I drifted back to Earth and started burning up in the atmosphere.
THE RETURN TO EARTH AND MY EVIL SELF
I crashed into Japan just outside Tokyo and some yakuza guys took me in and nursed me back to health “We found you outside the city pretty beat up so we got some medicine to help you because you look pretty badass like us.” Said the tough Yakuza guy in the white suit.
“Thanks for the help but I can look after myself.” and I used a taoist healing meditation techquine called a healing trance to regenerate myself which impressed the yakuza clan.
The tough guy respected me “You seem pretty strong, our clan the Shinigami Yakuza have been attacked by our rival the orge alliance who are working with some strong fighter who killed some of our best guys.” He told me.
I wanted a challenge so I told the yakuza guy that I'd take care of it.
Out on the street I was fucking shocked to see who it was IT WAS ZENOS MY DARK SELF AND HE WAS KILLING SHINIGAMI PEOPLE “I thought I destoryed you back in America!” I took out the Sutakatta while Zenos drew the Crystal pandemonium blade which transformed into the Crystal pandemonium GUNBLADE.
“Evil never dies Xenos no matter how many times you kill it.” He said with a sick smile and we clashed blades but I powered up into my Lunar super form and cut him into four pieces then fired a lunar Kanaihen beam atomizing him once and for all.
The tough Yakuza guy thanked me and his name turned out to be Ken Ryugati so we had a big feast that night and they declared me a friend of the Shinigami clan.
My life in Tokyo
It had been a few months since I settled down and moved in with my new girlfriend Nyan Chan and her best friends Nekomata and Ryo-Owo who where cat demihumans like me and we had fun adventures plus I started going to school with them because growing up as I did I never managed to get an education.
School in Japan was pretty fun all things considered plus with all powerful I was the bullies never fucked with anyone or else they would deal with me.
We had lunch together like we did every day “Try the bento box Xeno its a Japanese delicacy.” Nyan chan smiled and it tasted really good.
I also had a can of monster assault to wash it down because its my favourite flavor “Lets hit the arcades after class Nyan chan.” I said and WE DID!
Me, Nyan-Chan, Nekomata, Ryo-Owo and the others from class went down to the Akiba arcade which was massive and had every arcade machine from shooters to dance machines and we had an amazing time.
I got the high score in BEMANI which blew everyone away “Wow, Xenos you're amazing at gaming.” Said one of the girls from class who had a crush on me but she had no chance because my heart belonged to Nyan-Chan.
The Evil headmaster strikes
One day at school everyone was weird and acting like a bunch of fucked up conformists complete with fucked up uniforms like they where in some kind of nazi youth group “What the fucking hell is going on?” I shouted and they pointed at me.
“You have free will you will be punished by the new headmaster” they all said together in a creepy voice so I used a sonic strike attack to knock them out, I broke a few bones but I didn't kill anyone because it seemed they where under some kind of hypnosis.
I met Ryo-Owo and she told me a new headmaster had taken over the school called Ken Starmer and had brainwashed people to become conformists to serve his evil agenda.
Someone had to confront this Evil headmaster and brainwashing my friends was a fast track way to end up in a body bag so I grabbed the Sutakatta gunblade and my High breaker katana and went to find the headmasters office.
I confronted Ken Starmer who had purple sunglasses on and a white jacket looking like some kind of fucked up alien scientist “I knew you where coming here, you are a rule breaker and we can not allow rule breaking in our new orderly and proper society of British values which I am bringing to Japan.” Said Ken Starmer.
“Why are you doing this you boring conformist nutjob?” I demanded some answers and the wrong answers would have be taking heads.
He stood up almost robotically “You see Japan is too free, I will make a world of order where people will work and produce for society. People have too much freedom and emotion which must be corrected through British value systems.” He said.
“I shall now drink from the puddle of darkness.” He consumed black water from a pit in his office as he glowed with evil magic.
Before he could do anything I went into Lunar super demihuman form and cut his head off as yellow blood and wires sprayed everywhere which was fucked up “KEN STARMERS A ROBOT? HES A GOD DAMN ROBOT!”
I had no idea who built him or for what but the school was back to normal “Lets go home play some fortnite and get something to eat haha” I smiled and Nyan-Chan hugged me.
The betrayal of friends
I went back to my house after school when tech-swat officers in black armor opened fire on me “This is section eight hanzer corps, you are the infamous Xenos the cat you will come with us for containment and arrest!” Said the swat command.
I wiped blood off my cheek and drew my katana channelling fire as the blade was lit up with flames “You made a big mistake, now you're going to pay the price!” I warned them as I sliced them apart, using the katana to cut up their bullets before they even got near me.
After I killed the last swat soldier I went to Nyan-Chans house to warn her “It was me I reported you to section eight for the reward money, I had to get it to pay for my moms healthcare since she is dying.” She looked sad and I understood.
Through when I left I SWORE I WOULD KILL EVERYONE SHE LOVED FOR HER BETRAYAL!
Revengence against Nyan-Chan
I pushed glowing red energy through the Suttakata gunblade was I went to the police station first to make them pay for daring to attack me. The gunblade was covered in red glowing light as the police ran to the hall to take positions and I used the taoist arts to crush the front doors and began cutting each officer down one by one.
They fled in fear as I rammed them into walls and the roof. One stupid idiot banged on the door crying for mercy as I stabbed him through the door.
They where scared shitless as I focused raw mana into my hand and used the flow to crush every bone in one guys body.
After that I went to Nyan-Chans home as I killed all her friends and loved ones as she cried and then I finished her off.
My training in Russia.
I took a plane to Moscow and when I landed I punched the countries leader Vladimir Putin so hard I knocked all his teeth out and left his face a mess in order to assert my dominance. Lets just say the Russian military and police didn't want to mess with me after that.
Knowing what I had to do I went deep into the mountains where a group of magic users where training lead by the gun mage mercenary BLACKROSE! I heard about the legends that she has over 300 kills, not as much as me but I had to respect her kill level.
She was training with her elemental rifle when she came me arrive “So you are Xeno Edgeblade I have been expecting you.” She knew my code name Edgeblade which surprised me at first.
“I know lots of things, our order has agents all over the world gathering intelligence.” She explained to me and it made sense.
Suddenly time slowed down as she punched me into the air “Your training begins now, there will be no mercy BE READY!” She said taking me off guard as we sparred together with the other gun mages.
I used the fire arm kata about to channel mana through my guns, plus I trained to shoot better while slashing with my melee weapons.
Forging Odin and Zenkata
Blackrose took me deep into the forests to mine the rare Omega metal then we started to forge two magic magnums which I called ODIN AND ZENKATA! I tested them firing off 100s of shots as my magic regenerated ammo GIVING ME INFINITE BULLETS!
I felt even more badass than before as I summoned magic golems filling them up with round after round as I did sick moves in midair, cutting one of the golems heads off with my gunblade then slicing the other with my katana then firing 50 shots into its remains.
“You have done well, with these devil arms you shall be a true gun mage.” Blackrose said as my training as complete.
My job as a freelancer
As a gun mage I travelled the world hunting down evil crime bosses, terrorists and rouge magic users as a mercenary and I was good at it!
My last job took me to the middle east to hunt down the leaders of ISIS as I ran along the walls opening fire as a storm of magical bullets rained down on them and they where so scared they shit themselves and I laughed “WELCOME TO THE STORM!” I taunted them taking one of their leaders down with my gunblade and another with duel katanas.
After that I got a huge bounty reward from the united nations who thanked me for putting an end to ISIS once and for all.
My infamy grew through each job that I earned the title KATANA OF JUSTICE because I used my duel welding katanas to finish my targets off.
Crystal destiny final mix
I was walking down the street when an energy field surrounded me and warped me to a realm of crystal outside the void filled with floating crystal castles and alien looking structures “WHERE THE FUCKING HELL AM I RIGHT NOW!” I was going to waste the asshole who sprited me away to this strange realm.
A man in black robes with glowing runes floated down wearing a silver mask covering his face “Xenos Edgeblade it is my duty to protect the timeline from you so the sundering can advance, I shall unmake the fall of my comrades and test your power!”
Suddenly I was face to face with the catboy known as Xenos Edgeblade as I played the battle music to the edge igniting my silver crystal X blades then sending ice fire towards him as I spun at him creating a circle of crystal ice which cut into him.
“You're not that bad but I'm better!” Xenos shouted charging at me with his gunblade which I perried using the crystal X blades
I slashed at him many times then spun creating a tornado of crystal ice laced with the power of the cold void itself which he quickly blocked “You are strong indeed, we shall meet again Xenos Edgeblade.” I said and opened a cloud of darkness vanishing into the unknown.
The strange robed man pissed off and the crystal ream shattered sending me back to the streets like nothing happened “Next time we meet I'll take you out!” I swore.
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apartmentmanagementme · 2 years ago
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Apartment Management Near Me: Simplifying Living and Enhancing Community
Apartment living offers a convenient and vibrant lifestyle, but finding the right apartment management near me can make all the difference in creating a truly enjoyable living experience. From prompt maintenance responses to fostering a sense of community, a well-managed apartment complex can enhance your daily life. Whether you're seeking a cozy studio or a spacious family-friendly unit, discovering an apartment management team that prioritizes your needs and provides exceptional service is essential. With countless options available, locating the perfect apartment management near you is the first step towards finding your ideal home.
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The Role of Apartment Management:
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oliviajames1122 · 2 years ago
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5 Signs of Turbocharger Problems: What to Look for and When to Visit a Car Service in Reading
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Turbochargers are a vital component of modern engines, particularly in high-performance vehicles. They use exhaust gases to compress the air going into the engine, increasing its efficiency and power output. However, like any mechanical device, turbochargers can develop problems over time that can affect their performance and cause damage to other parts of the engine. If you notice any of the following signs, it may be time to have your turbocharger inspected by a professional car service in Reading.
1. Decreased Power Output One of the most noticeable signs of a turbocharger problem is a decrease in the power output of your engine. This can be caused by a number of issues, such as a worn or damaged turbine or compressor wheel, a leak in the intake or exhaust system, or a malfunctioning waste gate or boost controller. If your vehicle feels sluggish or struggles to accelerate, it may be time to have your turbocharger checked by a qualified mechanic at a reputable car repairs near me.
2. Smoke or Oil Leaks Turbochargers rely on oil to lubricate their moving parts and prevent them from overheating. If the seals or bearings within the turbocharger wear out or fail, oil can leak into the exhaust or intake system, resulting in blue or white smoke coming out of the tailpipe. This can also cause a buildup of oil in the intercooler or intake manifold, which can impede airflow and reduce performance. If you notice any unusual smoke or oil leaks, it's important to have your car serviced by a professional in Reading as soon as possible to prevent further damage.
3. Unusual Noises Turbochargers are designed to operate smoothly and quietly, but if something goes wrong, they can produce a range of unusual sounds. A whining or whistling noise coming from the engine bay can indicate a damaged or worn-out compressor wheel, while a grinding or scraping sound may be a sign of a damaged turbine wheel or shaft. If you hear any unusual noises coming from your engine, it's best to have your vehicle inspected by a trained technician at a garage in Reading.
4. Rough Idling a turbocharger problem can also cause your engine to run roughly or stall at idle. This can be caused by a variety of issues, such as a clogged air filter, a damaged or worn-out turbocharger, or a malfunctioning waste gate or boost controller. If your engine seems to be running rough or stalling at idle, it's important to have it checked by a professional mechanic at a reliable repair garage near me.
5. Check Engine Light Finally, if you see the check engine light illuminated on your dashboard, it could be a sign of a turbocharger problem. The check engine light can be triggered by a variety of issues, including problems with the turbocharger's sensors, valves, or solenoids. If the light is on, it's best to have your car serviced by a qualified technician at a trusted car service in Reading to identify and fix the issue.
In conclusion, turbochargers are essential components of high-performance engines, but they can develop problems over time that can affect their performance and cause damage to other parts of the engine. If you notice any of the above signs, it's important to have your car inspected by a professional car service in Reading as soon as possible to prevent further damage and ensure your vehicle is running at its best. Regular maintenance and inspections can also help prevent turbocharger problems and extend the life of your engine.
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radioactivepeasant · 2 years ago
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So Splinter Cell won this week, and that comes tomorrow. But as a bonus, under the readmore I'm including a snippet of Prisoner Exchange in which Damas has to decide, as a parent, when a battle isn't worth fighting.
"What's that?"
Jak watched everything around him with narrowed eyes, partly suspicious and partly curious. Thus far there had been no outbursts like at the camp, but he hadn't been friendly with anyone. Even Sig had been getting more taciturn answers than usual -- not that he blamed him.
"That's the city gun turret. That ladder is narrow, so there's only room for one person in there at a time." Sig nodded up at the rocky outcrop. "You can climb up if you want, but then Dipesh is going to be trapped up there and I don't think his wife will like that very much."
"I would not, that is correct," said the middle-aged woman Damas was buying from. "I am not eating dinner all by myself tonight!"
Sig gave a sheepish chuckle. "No ma'am. Jak ain't that kind of guy, don't worry."
"Good." Kriti nodded firmly and handed a waterskin to Damas. "Here. That'll get him through a week, so long as you teach him not to waste it."
"He won't," Damas assured her.
He turned and tossed the skin to Jak, who caught it one-handed. "We'll fill that up in the North Quarter so you can learn how to operate the public pump scales."
With water carefully conserved, how much was dispensed depended on the weight of the container. One that already had water in it wouldn't get as much as an empty one, and everyone could fill one container a day. Anything else they had to get from their own pumps.
"Public pumps are in the North Quarter market, because that's where we get gear before missions," Damas explained, steering them out of the West Market. "Armor, ammunition, weapons, or repair shops are all closer to the comm tower than vehicle fuel and weapon upgrades. Those are closer to the gate."
"You'll probably use the repair shops more than you think," Sig added, "That's where you're going to be upgrading your morph gun."
Jak raised his eyebrows. "My morph gun? You guys are actually going to let me have a weapon?"
Both men stopped to look at him oddly. Damas tilted his head and furrowed his brow as though Jak had said something extremely puzzling.
"Yes? Why wouldn't we?" he asked. "Eventually you're going to earn a gate pass like everyone else here. You really think I'd let you go out there unarmed?"
"I didn't think you'd let me go anywhere at all," Jak answered bluntly, "You've been keeping a pretty tight watch on me so far."
"Yeah," Daxter scoffed, "Cut the umbilical, wouldja?"
Damas didn’t turn quickly enough to hide his slightly pained wince. "You wouldn't have been old enough to have learned how to survive in the desert when Haven took you," he said gruffly. "We need to reintroduce you to this way of life before you run off on your own."
Jak scowled, but said nothing. Unfortunately, the Dune-Wolf had a point. He knew nothing about deserts, how to find water and when to take shelter. And, he begrudgingly admitted to himself, it wasn't like he had anywhere to escape to. He could never trust the city of Haven again -- not that he'd ever fully trusted it in the first place -- and hiding out in the Underport until everyone forgot about him didn't sound appealing.
"Fine," he muttered, "How do I get a gate pass?"
This wasn't answered at first. They passed the tower where Damas apparently made his home -- and where Jak had been stuck for three days so doctors in weird face paint could determine whether he needed to be quarantined -- and under an aqueduct to get to the central communication hub. The morning was dragging on towards afternoon and fewer people were outside. Five minutes' walk from the tower a huge stadium had been built over a caldera sitting in the cliffs. Jak had heard cheering from it, but no motors. It wasn’t a racing track like Mar Memorial Stadium in Haven, as near as he could figure. So what was the point in having it?
"What do you use the stadium for?" he asked, studying it.
"That's the Arena of Death-"
"The what?!" Daxter squawked.
Sig grimaced. "Smooth," he hissed to Damas.
Damas shot back a glare that could've frozen lava. He cleared his throat and tried to finish. "The name is a bit of a...holdover. From the previous ruler. It's more of an all-purpose gathering place. City holiday gatherings, theater, leaper races, citizen candidacy trials-"
"And DEATH?" Daxter interrupted.
"-and death," Damas sighed. "Yes. Criminal trials also end in the Arena, and occasionally citizen candidates do die if they don't take their trials seriously enough. The idea is for them not to die. Even those sentenced to death can earn a reprieve by surviving. But-"
He shrugged. "Not everyone does. But when they do, they earn their amulets and move on."
Jak put on a burst of speed and found himself walking beside the leader of what was apparently his birthplace. "What amulets? Why?"
"Battle amulets, cherry," Sig answered for him. He held up a round beacon. "Three trials, three pieces. The idea is, by the time you get your last one -- and get full citizenship with it -- you'll have gotten to know enough Spargans that if you ever need to activate that beacon, you'll have enough allies to get you outta whatever mess you got yourself into."
A sensible enough reason for the beacons, but that wasn't what caught Jak’s attention. He pivoted on his heel to walk backwards and watch Sig.
"What do you mean "citizenship"?" He looked back at Damas. "What's the difference between having all the amulets and not having them?"
Damas waved a vague hand in the direction of the Arena and continued on toward the market. "Warriors who earn all three amulets get to choose whether they remain on the normal work roster or take specialized positions, for one. They also get a say in any decision-making that effects the whole city."
Jak perked up at that. "You're a king. Don't you just...decide everything and make people do what you want?"
Damas scowled. "Do you want a rebellion? Because that's how you get rebellions. They don't live in the pump station, so they don't tell me how to distribute the water. I don't live on the ground, so I don't tell them how to handle their day to day work unless I've been listening very closely to them."
There was a spark growing in Jak’s eyes, first interest, then an idea. It was the first show of any liveliness Damas had seen yet that didn't involve anger, and he was relieved by it. Daxter, who recognized that expression, was not.
"I'm doing it."
"Doing what?"
Daxter grimaced and shook his head rapidly. "Jaaaak, noooo- remember the "of death" part?"
Jak bared his teeth in a feral grin. "I'm doing your Arena thing."
Sig bristled. "The heck you are! Nobody under eighteen is allowed on the battlefield or out of the city!"
With a roll of his eyes, Jak scoffed, "Nobody's ever cared if I was too young before."
"Yeah, because nobody in Haven could pass even a Wastelander ethics test!" Sig sputtered. "We can't just make an exception-"
"-Are you going to try to fight the squid again if I say no?" Damas interrupted, suddenly looking worried.
The answer to that was a resounding no, Jak wasn't going to tangle with that thing again if he could help it. But, seeing a chance to get his way for once, a crafty gleam entered his eyes.
"Yes," he lied through his teeth.
Damas drew a hand over his face and groaned. "Alright, alright. Fine. But only if you can pass the agility screening."
Sig elbowed the king with a glare. "Damas, we have to be consistent with him!" he whispered harshly.
Damas threw up his hands. "What do you want me to do? I'm picking my battles, Sig. Do you want to have to have to fish him out of the reef again?"
Groaning, Sig relented. "No. Ugh, should've known he'd pull something like this."
Daxter squinted at Jak. "You owe me for this."
Jak just smiled
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