#i imagine him and geoffrey get along really well and we may even have him join the trip sometime!

[simslysposts]

Johnny Landgraab, aka Johnny Zest, never wanted to go into the family business which really upset his Nancy. She never understood her son with his sense of humor and love for adventure. After high school graduation while everyone else was packing up trucks and moving to college, Johnny was packing his suitcase and getting on an airplane to Mt. Komorebi where he hears the sights are incredible and the slopes are amazing!

ROUND 1. MOUNT KOMOREBI. SUMMER. start in the summer. create your sim, move them into an empty lot in mt. komorebi, purchase a tent and set the funds up to 50 simoleons (0 for a bit more challenging start). your sim wishes to explore the world and try out snowboarding.

aspirations to complete: 

• Mt. Komorebi Sightseer (main)

• Extreme Sports Enthusiast (secondary)

** @acuar-io made Johnny

[mobius-prime]

120. Sonic the Hedgehog #70

Saving Nate Morgan

Writer: Karl Bollers Pencils: Steven Butler Colors: Frank Gagliardo

So about that grenade from last issue! Everyone's okay, Sonic tossed it up through the juice bar's skylight before it could explode on top of them. Sally has come back around from her bout of unconsciousness, and everyone is pissed that Nate has been kidnapped - especially Bunnie, whose pride has been severely bruised by losing in the fight. Together they rush to Castle Acorn, where the king and Geoffrey are still discussing the fact that the escaped prisoners are probably super dead.

Yeah, they're not dead. Geoffrey is irritated at Sonic for calling his information faulty, but Dr. Quack emerges at the perfect moment to inform everyone that one of the guards rescued from the island has reported a third missing shuttlecraft, one that didn't crash into the ocean. Elias suggests that they may simply be hiding out on the closest landmass to the Devil's Gulag, which just so happens to be Big Kahuna Island where we've seen them before, and Sonic readies himself to muster the fighting force of the Freedom Fighters when…

…*sigh*

This king, man. Every move he makes has me questioning his fitness to actually rule more and more. See, I get it. You don't necessarily want to breed a future of child soldiers solving every problem in the kingdom when they're supposed to be enjoying their, well, childhood. You want trained adults to handle the dangerous situations. But it's like he doesn't even want to recognize that these individuals all worked together not only to free the entire world of Robotnik's rule, but that they put in the effort specifically to rescue the king's sorry ass as well. Has he given them a single award? Any public recognition of their efforts in the war? He was certainly eager to put them on the task of helping rebuild the city before, but carelessly dismissed Sonic and Tails' success in hunting down a known enemy of the kingdom just a few issues before, and now that their friend has been captured - by people they have direct experience fighting from before, I might add - he's suddenly being a hard-ass. No, not only that - he's unceremoniously disbanding the very group that freed the kingdom and the entire world, without so much as a final thank-you ceremony or anything. Does he not care how crushing such an order would feel to the ones within that group? Just, ugh.

Hours later, the Secret Service approaches the island in a scrap submarine, ready to unleash their tactical strike and rescue the Overlander scientist… but of course, submarines are slow, and someone had a much better idea.

Seems everyone forgot that Sonic is A. stubborn as hell, and B. has a freakin' biplane. As he insists on coming along, the villains inside an abandoned courthouse (though why Robotnik would include a house of law in one of his cities given that he was a pure despot, I can't imagine) have stuck Nate into a very uncomfortable-looking stockade and are trying to force him to agree to provide his scientific services to them. Shockingly, he's not very interested in this generous offer. Outside, Geoffrey keeps trying to order Sonic around, with Sonic really not having it, and when Geoffrey tries to position his troops around the building to try to force the crooks to come out and surrender Sonic challenges him, saying that that will only encourage the group to use Nate as a hostage. Geoffrey shows his racist side by saying he doesn't care what happens to an Overlander, and Sonic, who's obviously here more to save his friend than re-apprehend the criminals, gets up in his face about it. As they get ready to start throwing punches, a nearby soldier yells at them to stop fighting.

How do you like your chain of command now, Geoffrey? Inside, Kodos, infuriated by Nate's continued refusal to cooperate, just straight up gets ready to behead him with his giant axe, because there's no kill like overkill, but at that moment Bomb rolls himself in, getting everyone's attention. He tries, and fails for some reason, to explode, but the distraction works, and at that moment the rest of the fighting force rushes in to rescue Nate.

And then we find ourselves in the middle of our fifth satellite sequence high above the planet. This one doesn't redirect any asteroids, but the mysterious hand that commands the satellite puts down a drink once it's finished with its work, a drink labeled "Robo Cola…" Geeeeeee, I wonder who this could be? I mean, okay, let's break it down. We know that Robotnik got straight up erased from existence in the Endgame finale, no doubts, no maybes, he's gone. But we also know that wasn't the first time he got zapped into another dimension and managed to make a comeback, either. The hand that's been directing all these mysterious orbital goings-on certainly looks like his hand, and with this unit being labeled R-SAT we're rapidly approaching all the letters we need to spell out Robotnik's name. But with how dramatic and intense his demise was in Endgame, I'd wager we're dealing with a situation that's a little more complex than a simple "he survived the explosion." I guess we'll just have to wait and see, won't we?

As the battle begins inside the abandoned courthouse, Sonic frees Nate and hands him off to Elias to carry him to safety while he rejoins the fight, but before much else can happen, the building suddenly crumbles around them as a giant mutate squid with a robotic body emerges from the ground beneath them. See, West Robotropolis was once used by Robotnik as a staging ground for all sorts of weird experiments and research, and we're looking at one of the leftovers of that! Snively is caught in one of the monster's tentacles and starts screaming for Sonic to rescue him, and while Sonic considers this, Bomb, who has also been caught by the monster, this time manages to get his fuse to go off properly, blowing the squid up.

Ouch indeed. Snively, interestingly, is nowhere to be seen after the explosion, either among the recaptured prisoners or the escapees in the biplane. I wonder if he's actually…? Naaaahhh, I'm sure he's fine!

Statue of Limitations

Writer: Paul Castiglia Pencils: Chris Allan and Jim Amash Colors: Vickie Williams

So it appears that ever since he and Tails escaped Sand-Blast City, Sonic's been plagued by a strange nightmare. He dreams that he's flying over the city when his plane disintegrates, and he falls toward the statue of himself that he destroyed to escape, which is laughing at him. Every night he wakes up before he can fall into the mouth of the statue, but he recognizes eventually that it's a mental block of his own creation, and so this time, he keeps the dream going, falling through the statue's mouth to find out what's on the other side. And what's on the other side is… incredibly bizarre.

Even the clouds start forming in the shape of his face. He demands to know what's going on, and his fan up there, still somewhat starstruck, leads him through a crowd of Sonic worshippers and through a golden door to the hall of the Sonic Adventure Archivists, a group of people who chronicle his every heroic venture and obsess over the meaning of them.

This is actually a pretty funny nod to the whole thing where Sally was indeed supposed to die and become a martyr in the Endgame arc, as well as the whole will-they-won't-they the comic likes to set up between her and Sonic. Sonic wakes up from this dream in a cold sweat, and calls Tails to his room to have a chat, because if there's anyone who can help you face your inner demons in the middle of the night, it's a ten year old. Sonic admits that he's been feeling guilty over how he rushed out of Sand-Blast City before, leaving it open to attack from the Robians without bothering to try and save the inhabitants. The weight of being a hero is starting to become a little too heavy for him to bear alone, as he's not perfect and can't save everyone. Tails tells him that he doesn't have to be perfect, he just has to do the best he can, and cites Sonic's positive effects on his own life. Sonic, cheered somewhat, says that maybe he "can get used to being gray," a rather unexpectedly deep look on the whole hero thing if you ask me, especially for a comic of this caliber. Certainly Sonic has always been a gray hero - Chaotic Good, if you will - who while devoted to saving people and helping the world, can oftentimes act in selfishness and be a bit of a jerk to those who rub him the wrong way. It's interesting to see how his conflicting personality traits balance themselves out in situations like the one in Sand-Blast City, where the only way for him to escape confinement was to put everyone else in danger. He definitely experiences a lot more shades of gray as well as the comic continues on.

Anyway, the previous story's ending promised an especially bizarre issue coming up next, and while the next issue of this comic is certainly a weird one, we still have an arc of KtE to get through first! This one is particularly intense, and introduces one of my favorite villains in the comic, though not named yet…

[theliberaltony]

via Politics – FiveThirtyEight

Welcome to a special edition of Silver Bulletpoints, where today we’ll fire all three of our bulletpoints at one topic: the DNC’s decision to substantially tighten the qualifying criteria for the third presidential debate, which will take place on Sept. 12 and 13 on ABC News.1

For the third debate, candidates will need to meet both a polling threshold and a fundraising threshold to qualify — previously it was just one or the other. And those thresholds have been raised from what they were before:

Instead of needing 65,000 unique donors to qualify, candidates will need 130,000.

Instead of needing to achieve 1 percent in each of three polls, candidates need to hit 2 percent in each of four polls released between June 28 and August 28. The criteria for which polls qualify has also been amended slightly.

This is an important change, one that could serve to quickly winnow the field from 22 candidates to a dozen or fewer. Of course, candidates can still run their campaigns even if they can’t debate … but it will deprive them of a lot of oxygen.

Bulletpoint No. 1: 6-8 candidates look pretty safe for the third debate. Then it gets dicey.

Technically, no candidates have yet qualified for the third debate because only polls released beginning on June 28 count toward it. However, we can make some good guesses about who’s likely to make it. Five candidates — Bernie Sanders, Elizabeth Warren, Kamala Harris, Pete Buttigieg and Beto O’Rourke — already had at least 130,000 unique donors as of their first-quarter fundraising reports. Joe Biden had almost 97,000 donors in his first 24 hours, so it’s safe to assume he’ll hit 130,000 soon if he hasn’t already. (The Biden campaign did not respond to a request for an updated donor count.) Andew Yang said on Wednesday that he had only about 20,000 more donors to go, which should also be no problem.

The polling criterion might be harder for some candidates, including Yang. Only eight candidates — Biden, Sanders, Warren, Harris, Buttigieg, O’Rourke, Amy Klobuchar and Cory Booker — have routinely polled at 2 percent or higher. And the relatively narrow time frame from when polls are considered will make it harder for candidates to get lucky.

Here’s my overall assessment of everyone’s chances, keeping in mind again that the polling number in the chart reflects all polls since Jan. 12 and not yet the ones that will actually count toward the third debate.

Which candidates are good bets to make the third debate?

Candidate Qualifying polls* Unique donors Nate’s assessment Sanders 9 525,000 as of 3/31 Almost certain Warren 9 135,000 as of 3/31 Almost certain Harris 9 138,000 as of 3/31 Almost certain Biden 9 96,926 as of 4/26 Almost certain Buttigieg 8 158,550 as of 3/31 Almost certain O’Rourke 9 163,000 as of 3/31 Almost certain† Klobuchar 8 65,000+ as of 5/3 Probable Booker 8 65,000+ as of 5/3 Probable Yang 1 110,000 as of 5/29 Tossup Castro 2 65,000+ as of 5/3 Tossup Gabbard 1 65,000+ as of 4/10 Tossup at best Gillibrand 1 <65,000 Tossup at best Inslee 0 65,000+ as of 5/24 Tossup at best Hickenlooper 1 <65,000 Tossup at best Williamson 0 65,000+ as of 5/9 Leaning against Ryan 1 <65,000 Lots of work to do Bullock 0 <65,000 Lots of work to do Delaney 0 <65,000 Lots of work to do Swalwell 0 <65,000 Lots of work to do de Blasio 0 <65,000 Lots of work to do Bennet 0 <65,000 Lots of work to do Moulton 0 <65,000 Lots of work to do

* Qualifying polls at 2%+ since Jan. 1. Only polls released from June 28 to August 28 count toward the third debate. This column reflects how many polls released since Jan 1. would have qualified under the rules that will be used for the third debate.

† Barring further polling collapse

The eight candidates I mentioned in the previous sentence all look reasonably safe to qualify, although Klobuchar and Booker have some work to do on the fundraising side, and O’Rourke needs to avoid a further polling slump. After that, Yang and Julián Castro probably have the next-best chances, although they’re far from guaranteed of inclusion. If I were anyone else, I’d be feeling pretty nervous.

Bulletpoint No. 2: The change helps the sorts of candidates that the DNC probably likes

There’s nothing better than being the last person in line to make the roller coaster before the amusement park shuts down for the day. The debate equivalent is being one of the last candidates who safely meets the qualification threshold. That probably means O’Rourke, Booker and Klobucahar, who are behind frontrunners such as Biden and Sanders, but nonetheless reasonably safe bets for inclusion. Polling surges often begin in debates, and there are usually only one or two of them at a time. With fewer opponents on stage, folks like Klobuchar will have better odds of being the flavor-of-the-month.

It may not be entirely coincidental that it’s candidates like these who benefit from the DNC’s decision. Booker and Klobuchar are traditionally well-credentialed candidates who have compiled a fair number of endorsements, signaling party support. O’Rourke isn’t as well-credentialed, but his ability to raise money from grassroots donors is something the party probably wants to reward.

Yang and Castro are somewhere in between, both in terms of whether the rules change helps them and how “party elites” probably feel about them. I’d imagine Democrats probably do want Castro, the only Latino candidate, at the debate — but if not then maybe he could turn around and run for Senate. Yang may be unorthodox, but brings a lot of policy substance and a different kind of voter to the table.

Who’s hurt? Well, everyone below Yang and Castro, but also any candidates such as Stacey Abrams who might seek to enter the race later on. Sanders, who has a high floor but perhaps a low ceiling, would probably want the field to remain as fragmented as possible for as long as possible, so any move to encourage winnowing hurts him too.

Nate’s not-to-be-taken-too-seriously presidential tiers

For the Democratic nomination, as revised on May 30, 2019

Tier Sub-tier Candidates 1 a Biden b [this row intentionally left blank] c Harris, Warren, Sanders, Buttigieg 2 a O’Rourke b Booker, Klobuchar 3 a Yang, Castro, Abrams* ↓ b Inslee ↓, Gillibrand ↓, Gabbard c Bullock ↓, Hickenlooper ↓, Ryan ↓, de Blasio ↓, Bennet ↓, Williamson ↑

* Candidate is not yet officially running but may still do so.

Bulletpoint No. 3: Which of the third-tier candidates is most poised for a debate-related surge? Maybe Jay Inslee and Kirsten Gillibrand.

Of course, odds are that at least one of the candidates currently in what I think of as the third tier — that is, everyone behind O’Rourke, Klobuchar and Booker — will have surged by the time we get to September, most likely based on their performance in the first two debates. It’s probably a fool’s errand to guess at the most likely surgers, but I’m a fool so let’s run the errand. My wild guess is: Kirsten Gillibrand and Jay Inslee.

As discussed here, I tend to see debates as resetting the race toward the “fundamentals.” In particular, they tend to reset or reverse media narratives, which can often drive short-term surges or slumps in the polls. So one view on which candidates are most likely to be helped are those that have reasonably good credentials, but who have been underachieving so far because they’re ignored by the media or are getting largely negative coverage. My list of underachieving candidates — the ones where I really can’t figure out why they’re not doing better — is headlined by Gillibrand, Inslee and Castro.

Another answer is candidates who have relatively distinct messages or viewpoints. Candidates high on that list probably include Inslee again, with his focus on climate change, along with Yang and Tulsi Gabbard. Gillibrand, who has distinctive messaging around women’s issues, might qualify here as well.

FInally, although it’s a very rough prior, you might give a little bit of credit to candidates who have experience as lawyers, especially as prosecutors or litigators, and who therefore have had to do a lot of thinking on their feet in contentious settings. Inslee is a former prosecutor, and Gillibrand has an impressive legal resume. Harris and Klobuchar (although they’re not in the third tier) also come to mind, of course.

[afteriwake]

90 Shelolly

And here’s another one! This one is going to be multiple parts, but hopefully it won’t languish.

CLAIMED PROMPT: “We are celebrities and our fans ship us so let’s make them happy and pretend we are together, let’s call it an experiment”

CIJ PROMPT: mistletoe

Any Press Is (Supposedly) Good Press (1/?) - Sherlock Holmes is having to rebuild his life in a number of ways from an unfortunate overdose while he was trying to break away from the image he'd crafted since he was a child. His best friend Molly has an idea: to gain some freedom, they can pretend to date for the duration of December. Maybe longer, if the plan works. And Sherlock is more than happy to go along with it...at first. Until feelings start to develop between them. Until his past comes back into his life. Until he has an abundance of tough choices to make. Until his very life depends on making the right decision, this time.

Read Chapter 1 | Summer Of Surprises | Christmas In July | Help Me Survive? | Commission Me?

Bored.

Bored. Bored.

Bored bored bored…

Sherlock Holmes tapped his pen on the pad in front of him, looking at the rather tacky Christmas decorations in his agent’s office. Why on earth was their mistletoe up? Wouldn’t that smack of sexual harassment if someone got handsy?

Mycroft cleared his throat and Sherlock reluctantly turned his attention back to the task at hand. He was supposed to be planning a benefit appearance, but his team was talking amongst themselves and he’d effectively been cut out of the conversation. Where he’d once had full control of his career and his public appearances, ever since the overdose he had a “team” to manage him.

Handlers, really. That was what they truly were. And he hated the lot of them.

His life was much more complicated than it appeared on the surface. He had deep, dark secrets he hadn’t been in the mood to share with anyone, even his closest friend John. And it had blown up in his face when one night he had decided enough was enough and he was going to break loose from his family’s restrictions. Be better than the “golden boy of British telly.”

Oh, what a mistake that had been. One night of excess and they had doubled down on the control they had over him, and already, it was chaffing.

“Oh, Ms. Hooper. Your appointment isn’t for another half hour. We’re wrapping up with Mr. Holmes now.”

The only good person in the lot was his security guard. Geoffrey or Gregory or something like that. Generally, Sherlock just called him Lestrade. But he passed a grin to Sherlock and nodded to the door to see the woman standing there. The only person to truly know him. His oldest friend, Molly Hooper.

He hopped out of his seat and headed towards the door. “She’s here to rescue me,” he said, glaring at his brother.

Molly nodded. “I thought Sherlock and I could get a bite before my meeting? We thought you’d be done by now.”

He hoped his brother realized she wasn’t a threat, was never going to be a threat to the image they had built for him, and would let them eat in peace, or at least only send Gregor with them. Finally, he nodded to Lestrade and then waved his hand, turning back to the conversation at hand with his “team.”

Freedom. What a blessed relief.

The two of them moved towards the door, Lestrade going through first and then heading to the lift and stopping. “I’ll give you two a bit of privacy, but don’t make me regret it,” he said, pressing the button.

“We’re just going up to the canteen,” Molly said with a smile before leaning over and kissing Lestrade’s cheek. “But I’ll make sure Sherlock behaves.”

“I know you will,” he said, giving her a hug before getting into the lift. The two of them followed and they went to the third floor. He sat on the far edge of the room while Molly directed the two of them to a table. “I got your favourite,” she said. “Steamed salmon and asparagus.” He made a face and she giggled. “Okay, not really. The greasiest hamburger they had and just cooked chips.”

“You really are a godsend,” he said, dropping into the seat. She’d gotten the same, it seemed, though knowing she was a vegetarian for dietary reasons he assumed hers was a veggie burger instead of beef like his. He also imagined she’d loaded hers up with every topping the canteen had. He picked up his burger and took a bite, moaning slightly in delight as she chewed and swallowed. “One more vegetarian dish and I’ll go on a hunger strike.”

Molly giggled at that and reached for the ketchup. “I’ll sneak you junk food whenever I can.”

“Thank you,” she said. “I don’t want to do this stupid film. I don’t want to do anything, really.”

She picked up a chip and pointed it at him. “You know you’re the breadwinner for your family. Action films pay well.”

“Unfortunately,” he said. He’d known Molly since the first audition he’d gone to. They’d worked together off and on ever since their toddler years, and for a long while they were a romantic couple on one of the soaps that played on the daytime telly. But Molly was more like...family. Not that she wasn’t pretty in a “girl next door” sort of way, but she was more a sister than anything else.

Though if going with his actual type led to anything, it was simply trouble. Voluptuous brunettes tended to be more trouble than they were worth.

“Could you do it?”

He realized he’d been spacing as he was concentrating on his thoughts and eating his burger before anyone on his team caught wind he was breaking his diet. “Hmm?”

“I said, could you please go to this function so I know someone at the after party?” she asked. She didn’t roll her eyes; his thoughts would always race and carry his attention away, and it was something she had grown used to in the almost twenty years she’d known him.

“What event?” he asked.

“A charity concert,” she said. “Symphony orchestra from China. Right up your alley.”

“Yeah, sounds like a good evening. I’ll convince my brother,” Sherlock said with a nod.

“I may have already ensured there was a ticket in your name sent this morning,” she said with a grin.

“You are an evil genius,” he said, shaking his head with his own smile on his face. “You know, it would make my life so much easier if we just...I don’t know. Were a thing in public.”

“Why don’t we?” His head snapped up and he looked at her with wide eyes. “I mean, ever since the show people have thought we were dating. I mean, granted, most people think you cheated on me with the Adler woman. We pretend to date and that would be good for both of us.” She tilted her head. “I have a ton of public events to go through this month since I’ve got the single out now. I’ve got to promote it so it can chart at the top of the Pops on Christmas.”

He tilted his head back and forth a bit, pursing his lips. Mycroft trusted her, and he did enjoy her company, and it would give him a modicum of freedom. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea. He took another bite of his hamburger and then nodded. “Then we’re a couple now.”

“Good thing we’ve already snogged,” she replied. “It will make it all a bit less awkward.”

“Yeah, good thing,” he said, going back to his burger. Him and Molly. Who would have guessed, other than their fans? But at least it would work to both of their advantages. Of that, he was pretty sure.

[vagrantblvrd]

Bird on a Wire (1/1)

Summary: If he thought he could get away with it, Gavin would just steal a plane and damn well fly back to Los Santos.

Notes: Anon wanted myan or freewood in the FAHC AU with “trust me on this. please.”

AO3

If he thought he could get away with it, Gavin would just steal a plane and damn well fly back to Los Santos.

Unfortunately, the Fakes have a heist planned at the end of the week and the delicate nature of the heist in question necessitates them staying under the radar until everything's in place, which -

“Geoff, Geoff,” Gavin says, all cheerful and carefree as Geoff has a bit of a shit fit all the way back in Los Santos, halfway across the country from Gavin. “I'll be there in time. This is...just a little setback. Clear skies and all that once things are seen to here.”

Metaphorically, at least, because it's not enough that Gavin's flight was delayed by weather before takeoff earlier that morning, no. There was some form of engine trouble that forced the pilot to reroute to an airport in the way of a monster storm that looks as though it's going to ground all flights until sometime tomorrow afternoon at the earliest.

On the other end of the line Geoff's quiet. Months of planning for the heist teetering on the cusp of falling apart thanks to Gavin's travel woes.

“I'm going to kill Burnie,” Geoff says finally, the way most people comment about the weather. “I'm really going to do it this time.”

Gavin laughs, leaning his forehead against the cool glass of the window looking out over the runway. Ground crews bustling around the planes parked near the terminal, work lights illuminating the area. It's closing in on midnight where he is and he's exhausted. Feels tired and wrung out and wants nothing more than to be back in Los Santos.

He presses his phone against his ear and to better hear snatches of noise aside from Geoff's quiet breathing. Faint yelling interspersed with laughter. Loud and raucous and Gavin's hit with a sudden wave of homesickness because he's been helping out Burnie and the Roosters for a few weeks now.

Away from Los Santos and the city that's gone and dug its claws in deep, people he's come to call family that he misses with an almost physical ache.

“You always say that,” Gavin points out, because Geoff does.

Mutters darkly to himself whenever Burnie calls them up, this certain tone to his voice when he needs the glitz and glamour of the Fake AH Crew's Golden Boy or someone with Ray's skill with a sniper rifle. Michael's deft touch when it comes to demolitions, Jack's sheer brilliance behind the wheel of a car or the in the pilot's seat of any kind of aircraft imaginable.

All the way down the line until Geoff grumps and grumbles and has so clearly had enough of Burnie trying to steal his people away the way he does from time to time, little bit of a smirk on his face at the way it riles Geoff up, ruffles his feathers just so.

Geoff seeing right through Burnie's little games – this push and pull they have because they're both assholes – and the rest of them caught up in this bizarre little flirting ritual of theirs.

“Yeah, well,” Geoff sighs, tired and exasperated and fretting over the heist like he's wont to do at times. “I'm fucking serious this time.”

Gavin grins, because of course he is.

“Look, Geoff,” Gavin says, eyes drawn to movement behind him in the window's reflection. “If it comes down to it, I'll get a car and drive back. Pleasant little road trip and all.”

Geoff snorts,  and Gavin's shoulder come down the slightest bit.

“Five days, asshole,” Geoff reminds him, as though Gavin's somehow forgotten.

“You worry too much, Geoff,” Gavin says, something fond in it as he tracks a pair of figures, broad-shouldered bastards doing a terrible job of blending in.

There's a long moment of silence, and then Geoff sighs. ”Yeah, well you never worry enough, asshole.”

Geoff's not wrong about that one, is he?

Still.

“Five days,” Gavin says, a promise and acknowledgment all in one and finally, finally Geoff seems to believe him, or maybe it's the fact that the yelling on Geoff's end has gotten a bit more...exuberant.

“If you're late, we're splitting your cut of the take.”

Gavin rolls his eyes, turning to get a better look at the figures he's been watching. Something not quite right to them that's tripped the warning bells in his head, have him taking notice when they head over t the ticket counter to speak to the woman behind it.

“I've got to go, Geoff. Looks like they're about to make an announcement.”

There's a little pause, Geoff picking up on the tension in Gavin's voice or something else, and then, “Be careful, dickhead.”

“You too, Geoffrey,” Gavin says, listens to Geoff's quiet laugh before he hangs up.

Slips his phone into his pocket and wanders along the row of windows. Ostensibly watching the goings on outside while keeping an eye on the men surreptitiously searching for something, someone.

Paranoia finely honed after a lifetime of ducking people bigger, meaner, than him who'd love to see him dead. Some annoying bug who somehow manages to slip through their grip time and again, cheeky little grin and jaunty salute and it's rarely steered him wrong in the past.

Has him keeping just outside their periphery, uneasy about being on his own like this, too much time spent running with a crew. People he can rely on to be there covering his back, give him the freedom to focus on what's in front of him without leaving himself vulnerable.

But his crew is thousands of miles away and Gavin has the sinking feeling all the delays, mechanical troubles may not have been, strictly speaking, on the up and up.

The overhead comes on, ticket agents making an announcement or other that Gavin doesn't hear because one of the bruisers happens to turn around and looks right at him.

Eyes narrowing as he starts toward Gavin, something predatory in his gait and that uneasy feeling Gavin's had since spotting the man and his friend intensifies. Turns into this sharp flare in his chest that has him looking for an exit, surrounded by people who are tired and grumpy after sitting around for hours waiting for news about their flight. Groups of them making their way to the ticket counter and refusing to give ground when he tries to slip by them. Put some space between Gain and the bruisers, find a way out of whatever mess he's managed to land himself in this time.

He's uttering apologies and tossing out little smiles here and there as he steps around, past people. Gets tangled up in knot of people at the edge of the crowd thanks to a little old lady with her lapdog in a carrier blocking his way. An arrogant businessman in a three-piece suit who looks down his nose at Gavin in his old hoodie and jeans, scuffed sneakers and the battered messenger bag slung over his shoulder. (Illicit goodies inside because money talks if you know the right people.)

A dozen others who look at Gavin and the sense of urgency quickly taking hold of him, but don't bloody budge.

He hears someone's voice, loud, triumphant and sees the bruiser signaling his friend, eyes locked on Gavin as he pushes his way towards him.

“Christ,” Gavin says, hand tightening around the strap of his bag because he can't start a shootout in a damn airport, not with so many civilians around. (Not without anyone to watch his back if he wants to make it out alive.)

Fingers wrap around the wrist of his other hand, tugging firmly, insistently, and when Gavin looks to see who it is, finds himself looking into blue, blue eyes set in a nice enough face.

So damn amused about something with a hint of a smirk playing about his mouth as he shoulders the people around them aside, pulling Gavin with him.

Gavin allows it because the man's leading Gavin away from the bruisers. Is putting the crowd between them, and buying Gavin the time he wanted, needed. Is, it seems, taking him down the corridor where the lights have been dimmed in deference of the late hour, people hoping to get what sleep they can.

“Not that I don't appreciate this,” Gavin says, tripping over someone's carry-on and stumbling into his (alleged) rescuer's back. “But I don't believe we've met?”

Gavin's (alleged) rescuer looks over his shoulder at him, and something about it – the way the light hits his face, stray strands of hair escaping the neat little bun he's got it in – hit Gavin as oddly, strangely, familiar.

“Are you sure about that?” the man asks, purrs, and Gavin's heart does this ridiculously stupid stutter-skip-stop thing in his chest.

“You,” Gavin breathes, feeling like some character out of a period romance novel as he stares stupidly.

Realizes that while he hasn't seen the man's face until now, he should have recognized the bastard the moment he saw those damn eyes of his. (Always so amused about something.)

The Vagabond grins at him, looking less like the bastard who loves to make Gavin's life a misery and more like some scruffy douchebag hipster out trying to “find himself” on a trip around the world.

“As much as I'd love to catch up with you,” he says, eyes ticking over Gavin's shoulder to the commotion taking place behind him. “I really don't think now is the time for that, do you?”

Gavin's eyes narrow, and he takes a step back. Feels the Vagabond's hold on his wrist tighten briefly before he releases Gavin, lets him go.

“Well, I mean,” Gavin says, “we didn't exactly part on good terms the last time around, now did we?”

And now there are people following him, odds extremely slim that it's for a good purpose when he's separated from his crew and in unknown territory. Hardly ideal, really, and even more unlikely that the Vagabond would just happen to be here as well in some kind of bizarre coincidence.

“Look,” the Vagabond says, sounding a bit sheepish as he rubs the back of his neck. “There might have been some misunderstandings - “

Gavin takes a step, two, forward so fast the Vagabond stumbles back a step, stares at Gavin with wide eyes as he jabs him in the chest.

“'Misunderstandings'?” Gavin hisses. “You shot me! You call that a misunderstanding?”

The Vagabond holds his hands up placatingly, looking of all things surprised that Gavin's not exactly thrilled about that part.

“Just a little! Flesh wound, really,” he says, and keeps looking over Gavin's shoulder to where the commotion is getting louder. Going from loud and confused to loud and angry. “And I'm very sorry about that, I swear.”

Gavin eyes the Vagabond, who stands there watching Gavin.

“Really.”

The Vagabond huffs, wry twist to his lips as he  glances to the side, eyes lifting to meet Gavin's after a moment.

“I may not have made the best decisions the last time we met,” he says which is just a bit of an understatement, “but I need you to trust me on this when I tell you I'm not your enemy.”

Gavin cocks his head, instinct and that bit of paranoia telling him that that would be a terrible idea on Gavin's part. That the last time he did trust the bastard he ended up shot and bleeding down in the subway tunnels under Los Santos. Police closing in, and the Vagabond plucking files Gavin had spent weeks and a good chunk of money and burned favors to get before disappearing on him.

His traitorous heart, however -

“Please, Gavin,” and it's not the Vagabond asking this time, it's Ryan. (There's very little Gavin's ever been able to deny him.)

Gavin sighs, hopes he won't regret this as he reaches out to Ryan, extends him the trust he's asking for because Gavin can't do anything else. Knows Michael and the others will never let him live it down if this all blows up in his face.

Ryan looks back at him and smiles, small and uncertain, and Gavin feels his heart do that odd little maneuver again.

God's sake, he really is an idiot, isn't he?

"As long as you don't shoot me again," Gavin says, and isn't at all surprise when Ryan laughs.

Gives him this little smirk, so damn amused and says, "I'll do my best not to, but no promises."

And really, given the way things go for him with someone like Ryan involved, that's all Gavin can ask for.

Liminal

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Destruction Flag Otome v4c2pt3

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T/N:

Sorry, uni’s been more hectic than I anticipated otn 

Volume 4, Chapter 2: Where the Journey Takes Us

Part 3: Pages 119 - 132

I, Lahna Smith, also known as Suzanna Randall, have currently arrived at a rooftop of a building a little ways away from the inn I’m staying in.

I am on this rooftop because it is the highest place in the area.

I did make sure to get permission from the owner of the building. I could’ve climbed up without permission, but it might’ve ended up being a pain if I didn’t.

The reason why I needed to be in a high place is for this magic tool I’m about to use.

I thrust up a magic tool I took out from my bag. After a short while, the tool begins to tremble.

“There we go.”

Looks like it’s going to work. I speak to the tool.

“Ahem, this is Lahna Smith. Rafael Walt, do you copy?”

“Yes, I copy, Lahna-sama.”

The somewhat disgruntled voice of my subordinate comes from the tool.

“It’s a success.”

I grin.

This magic tool is an amazing tool that allows conversation over great distances. It was finally completed through many iterations and experimentation.

But since it uses wind magic, its sole drawback is that it needs to be used not only outside, but somewhere fairly high up.

However, if it’s improved upon, it may become viable for practical use. Once I return, I’ll implement some new improvements…

“Lahna-sama, Lahna-sama, do you copy?”

Rafael’s even more disgruntled voice cuts through my thoughts.

“Ah, my bad, I copy, I copy. So, how are things over there?”

“What do you mean, ‘how are things’? You pushed all the work onto me then suddenly went out on a trip – I would prefer if you wouldn’t do this,” whines my subordinate.

“But I can leave everything to you with no worries. Your skills are top class even in the Ministry of Magic,” I point out.

“… That’s not…” he says, sounding embarrassed.

On a side note, my statement wasn’t mere flattery or anything – it was nothing but the truth.

Last year, Rafael was put in the custody of the Ministry of Magic after causing a certain incident. Considering the circumstances, there weren’t many departments in the Ministry of Magic that were interested in taking him in.

At first, I went and made him my subordinate out of curiosity – I was interested in someone who used an unknown power. But now, I think of him as a splendid subordinate. His skills have helped me out greatly.

And so, it will likely be fine to leave my work to him. Thus, I change the subject and ask him about what I had asked him to do.

“Is that investigation proceeding smoothly?”

“… Yes. I’m managing that as well,” responds Rafael, letting out a small sigh.

“As expected from a subordinate of mine. So, what’s the situation?”

“Yes. Duke Claes is investigating independently, but it seems he has not found any clues as of now. The same goes for governmental officials or ministry workers who’ve accepted Duke Claes’ request.”

“I see, the enemy is pretty skilled to evade Duke Claes. What about those rumours that there’s someone using dark magic?”

“I believe those rumours are substantive. I found people that may have had dark magic cast on them.”

“I see, so those rumours are definitely true…”

A few weeks back, I heard rumours that another dark magic user had appeared. To be honest, at the time I had been just fed up by how information had leaked out again.

“So, what’s the probability that Keith Claes’ disappearance and that dark magic user are connected?”

“I do not know that yet either.”

“I see…”

On hearing those two reports for the first time, I just couldn’t imagine that they were unrelated. So I had Rafael investigate Katarina’s stepbrother Keith’s disappearance and the new dark magic user, feeling they may be connected.

“Oh, right. Send out a request under my name to Prince Geoffrey for cooperation with the investigation.”

“To Prince Geoffrey?” asks Rafael, sounding bewildered.

“Yeah, he owes a number of debts to me so I’ll use them for this. Also tell him that if he doesn’t cooperate, I won’t give him that magic tool.”

“… I see.”

Rafael seems to be a bit confused, but he agrees without prying too deeply.

Then, after a short silence, he speaks again.

“Um… so, how is Katarina-sama doing?” Rafael asks, sounding worried.

I recall that this subordinate of mine was one of those smitten with Katarina Claes.

“She’s completely convinced that Keith’s disappearance is just him running away from home. I don’t know whether to tell you to rest assured because of this, or to be worried because she’s just way too dense. And since she believes that he’ll come back immediately if we find him and she apologies, she’s just as cheerful as usual.”

“I see, I’m glad she’s doing well.”

“By the way, Maria is acting like that too – she believes the running-away-from-home story. I’m in awe at their innocence. However, unsurprisingly Sora and Prince Jared both seem to have realized something. Though they haven’t asked me anything directly.”

“I see. But if they did ask you directly, wouldn’t it be better for you to explain?”

“That’s true. If that happens, I’ll explain everything properly. But everything we know is just conjecture. Well, I’ll try investigating things over here, so I’m counting on you to continue your investigation over there.”

“Understood.”

“I’m counting on you, my reliable subordinate.”

When I try to end the conversation, I feel like I hear Rafael saying, “Seriously?” and letting out a sigh. But I trusted that Rafael would investigate properly regardless of his comments.

And so, I return to today’s inn.

In the inn rests Katarina, who believes that Keith simply ran away from home. She surely hasn’t even considered that Keith might have been kidnapped, much less kidnapped by someone who uses dark magic.

She probably hasn’t even realized that I had the light magic user Maria and the dark magic user Sora come along with us on the journey because of this danger.

I can’t help but want Keith to have really just run away from home when I watch Katarina, so pure and innocent.

I frantically continue my search for Keith, keeping the possibility that he might have been kidnapped secret in order to keep Lord and Lady Claes and their daughter from worrying.

“Please, be safe, Keith Claes, for your innocent stepsister’s sake as well,” I murmur to the night sky, walking along the path to the inn.        

************

It was refreshing to wake up in the inn. Normally, I would wake up to Anne yelling, “How long do you plan to sleep!?” But today, I woke up to Maria’s kind voice saying, “Katarina-sama, you need to wake up soon or you will really be sleeping in too late.” It makes me feel different.

Though well, since it was pretty late it was a hassle getting ready as fast as possible. But Maria helped me out a lot so I made it in time.

I don’t know when Lahna came back, but by the time I woke up, she had finished all of her preparations and was elegantly drinking some tea.

Jared, while being a prince, seems to be capable of getting ready by himself. He was waiting, looking just as prim and proper as usual.

But the two of them still greeted me with a smile as I arrive late in a panic. The only one who reacted differently was the bear sitting next to Lahna. It looked at me as if it were calling me useless, so I glared at it, thinking “You impertinent little bear,” towards it.

On a side note, since Sora wasn’t there I thought that he had slept in even later than me, but apparently he had left early to gather information about Keith in the town. What a hardworking man.

But sadly, we couldn’t find any information here as well. So we decided to head out further for now.

Since we couldn’t find any information, I began to wonder whether this bear really was reliable. But Lahna strongly insisted that the bear was trustworthy, so there was nothing I could do but believe in it for now.

We ride the carriage again and head to the next town.

In the carriage, the bear sits on Maria’s lap and has her pet it. It seems it got attached to her because of yesterday. Its expression is mostly rather adorable, but when it meets my eyes, it looks at me condescendingly. A truly nasty and rude bear.

The journey is more or less proceeding smoothly, but my relationship with the bear is just getting worse.

To be honest, I do feel I’m being childish considering that the bear is just a stuffed animal. But it’s the one that’s taking a condescending and hostile attitude towards me. It can’t be helped.

Again, today the carriage carrying us rolls forwards.

We stopped by a number of towns on our way, but we couldn’t find any information on Keith after asking around.

Still, we voyage forwards, having nothing else to do at the moment. Eventually, the sun begins to set again.

Two days after our departure, we decide to rest at an inn in a town we reached at sunset.

The town we’re staying in today is a rather small country village in contrast to the town we stayed in yesterday.

Unlike yesterday’s town, there’s no marketplace, and the paths aren’t maintained properly – weeds pop up all over the place.

We park our carriage in a designated area in the outskirts of town and walk along one of these ill-maintained paths.

If this were a larger town, we could look at the various stores we pass by, but today there’s nothing to watch but the plants by the road. As I walk, gazing at the plants, I notice something nostalgic.

“Oh, this fruit!” I say, stopping to pick up a plant.

“What is that?” Maria asks in a wondering tone. She was walking next to me.

I hold up the fruit of stupidity I had found in the first time in a while.

“It’s a fruit that really sticks to you. You don’t know it?” I ask.

“Yes. This is the first time I’ve seen it,” she responds.

Now that I think about it, this might be the first time I’ve seen this fruit in this life. Perhaps it doesn’t grow around where we live.

In my last life, these fruits were often stuck all over my clothing after I ran around the mountains. My mother often got mad at me because they just wouldn’t come off. How nostalgic.

“Anyways, it just really sticks to you,” I say to Maria, as she said that this was her first time seeing them. I take one and stick it to my clothing.

“It’s true,” she says, wearing a cute expression of surprise, “What is it called?”

I’m about to answer her question with “The fruit of stupidity,” but then I rethink. ‘Fruit of stupidity’ can’t be its proper name… just what is its name actually?

“… Um, sorry. I don’t know its name.”

I thought it was a bit pathetic not knowing the name after starting conversation about it myself. But Maria responded normally.

“I see, I wonder what it’s called?”

The angelic Maria would never make fun of someone because of something like this.

But the same doesn’t go for the bear who’s been plastered all over Maria for the whole day. Currently, it’s hanging off of her shoulder.

Hey you, you don’t know what it’s called after starting to talk about it yourself? Then don’t start talking, you idiot.

It conveys that kind of message through its expression.

Our relationship is just getting worse as time passes, but it makes me mad that it’s getting easier and easier to understand what that bear is thinking for some reason.

You damn bear! I clench the fruit in my hand, then suddenly have a flash of inspiration.

Then, fruit of stupidity in my hand, an evil grin spreads across my face as I think:

Just you watch, you bear.

T/N:

The ‘fruit of stupidity’ (Baka no mi) Katarina is referring to is known as a cocklebur in English. Its proper name in Japanese is Onamomi. 

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There's a disappearance on our cruise but I don't think that he fell overboard. by Infinite_Cuttlefish

It's amazing how our minds can ignore simple facts just because we don't believe what we see. My coworkers and I have laboriously accumulated explanations and conjectures on some of the strange and disturbing occurrences from the past few nights.

  I started to work on a cruise line last summer to save money for tuition since I heard living expenses could be cheap aboard. The life style isn't for everyone since you work 10-12 hours shifts daily and you share a room that's barely larger than a walk-in closet. The aspect of my job that hooked me to stay was to broaden my horizons; I've travelled through beaches and ports across the Caribbean and Central America. However, my days of exploration may be dampened sooner than I expected. For the past year, it's been smooth sailing for me. Until a few days ago.

  We were leaving Mexico (I won't disclose exactly where in case any supervisors see this but it is a place famous for snorkeling) and our course was set toward the Caribbean. My bunkmate, Corey, went to the shared restroom when I first heard the sound. A muffled hum propagated from the ceiling into our dim room. After a few moments, the sound appeared to come from the hallway outside of room before vanishing. I planned on ignoring the noise had happened until Corey jumped on his bunk bed.

  "Did you hear that?" Corey whispered.

  I dog-eared a page in my book and turned to his bed above mine. Corey was an excited new recruit - this was the first voyage of his contract - and anything that seemed "out of the ordinary" caught his attention. Corey's inquisitive nature and his fresh environment encouraged him to form as many explanations for the sound as possible. I didn't share the same enthusiasm on the subject.

  "Ships groan and make funny noises often. Just leave it be." I advised.

  Corey sighed and rolled away from the edge of the bed. I would have forgotten about the incident but I awoke in the middle of the night to a similar sound. There was a lower pitch buzzing noise which gently vibrated along the walls. The sound lasted only a moment before it was silenced. My eyelids felt heavy as I began to drift to sleep until I heard another sound. I raised my head from my pillow to listen to the faint sound which came beyond our door. After wearily stepping through the darkness and placing my ear at the door, I noticed the sound with more clarity. Someone was giggling - perhaps a child - at the door before the sound trailed off. I turned around to see if Corey was asleep but I was greeted by a grinning face only a few inches away from mine in the darkness.

  "You heard it too, didn't you?" Corey asked.

  "Some kid is out in the hall. I'm going to find their parents." I remarked.

  I told Corey to just go back to sleep but he insisted to accompany me. In hindsight, however, I'm thankful for his persistence. The hallway was sparsely lit. There were iridescent bulbs spaced every fifteen to twenty feet in between dorms like ours, which were the quarters for the bulk of the crew. This hallway was one of many that was placed at the lower deck of the ship. Corey and I wandered through the empty, cold hallway and I rubbed my palms together. My mind slowly awakened but I became distressed; I realized that passengers shouldn't have access to this part of the ship. I reasoned that guests which knew one of the staff could have had access but it seemed odd for anyone to be out in the middle of the night. It wasn't until Corey and I walked back to our room that we heard it again; only this time it seemed that the giggling came from below us.

  "How could anyone get down there? Isn't that just supposed to be for maintenance?" Corey asked.

  I knew that Corey was right, although I forgot what exactly lied beneath us. I figured that someone may actually be in harm's way.

  "We need to make our way to security. Just in case they're unaware of these shenanigans." I answered.

  It didn't take us long before we knocked at the security wing. Geoffrey poked his head from behind the door.

  "Didn't work hard enough to be tired, huh?" Geoffrey commented before welcoming us inside his surveillance room.

  We spent several minutes in his office as we described what we heard earlier. Geoffrey yawned while mentioning that he hadn't seen any of the guest wander from their halls to below. He pointed to the screen which showed surveillance of empty passenger hallways and corridors.

  "And you're sure that you didn't fall asleep before we got here?" I teased.

  Geoffrey didn't appreciate the joke so we went back to the staff halls. He instructed us that if we heard anything else to report back to him; we were even allowed to take radio sets with us to reach him directly. Corey and I didn't hear any strange noises for the rest of the night and I passed out as soon as we got back to our room.

  The next day was business as usual. There wasn't a missing report for any of the guests so I figured everything was fine. Corey's shift for that day was different from mine, so I worked with another friend of mine, Sarah. While I wiped down the counter, Sarah placed her head down and closed her eyes.

  "Didn't get much sleep last night?" I asked.

  "You have no idea. There must be a jerk convention in town; I heard a swarm of angry, screaming matches at random bursts. I can't imagine how they could have been so loud." She remarked.

  "Gee, they couldn't have been that loud. Are you sure it wasn't any of the new hires?" I asked with mild curiosity.

  She responded that she wasn't sure but she didn't think so. According to her, the yelling seemed to occasionally come from different directions until midnight. At one point she even believed that the voices had came from her hallway. I thought that this was interesting. Her experience was eerily similar to the giggling I heard but I was also intrigued because her hallway was far from my room. Her hallway is also supposed to be off limits to guests as well. I decided to hold onto the radio set that Geoffrey gave for good measure - just in case - so after my shift ended I headed back to my room. Corey fidgeted in his bunk playing with his old school gameboy and I read before a knock disrupted our dull evening. It was Sarah at the door.

  "Talia's being quarantined in our room. I think she might be sick. Can I stay with you guys until they find me a new room? Preferably one far from hollering, haha."

  I hesitated but Corey welcomed her immediately. The chance that we'll probably catch an illness from Sarah being Talia's bunk mate didn't bother Corey at all; he's a good guy. Soon after, I must have fallen asleep because the next thing that I know is Sarah's tugging on my arm to wake me up.

  "Listen." She whispered.

  We sat in silence for a moment before the sound returned. I could hear the echoes of a faint screech that I assumed came from the hallway.

  "I heard it too." Corey whispered from above us.

  "Just leave it alone guys. Let's not make something our problem, OK?" I muttered before turning my head back onto my pillow.

  If it was just weird sounds then that's one thing but I didn't expect to be awoken again by a pungent odor that gave us a coughing fit.

  "Lay off the damn fish tacos, Corey!" I shouted.

  Corey didn't answer and then I realized only Sarah was here with me. Neither of us heard Corey leave but I contemplated whether he went to explore the noise from earlier. I became concerned when I realized that the awful smell did not come from the shared bathroom. It came from a draft underneath our door to the hallway. I turned on the radio set to reach Geoffrey but he didn't respond. Reluctantly, Sarah and I decided that we would find Corey ourselves as well as the source of the foul odor.

  The lamps of the hallway were dimmer than the previous night so that it felt as if we navigated through an inky abyss. Fortunately, Sarah fumbled in her purse for a small LED light that allowed us to traverse through the corridor as we followed the smell. As we fought the repulsion of the odor, it occurred that the smell was familiar to me. It reminded me of one of my first adventures at the ports we visited.

  Sarah clutched my arm as the smell became stronger and the air became stale. My cortex lit up as I recalled the memory of a similar smell from a cave tour. The sickly aroma led us lower into the depths of the ship as we reached the threshold to the lowest deck. Our light illuminated that the gate to below was ajar as the sound of screeching got louder. The final pieces clicked as I realized that I smelled Guano.

  "I'm not going down there. I'm not dealing with bats." I told Sarah.

  "I've never heard of bats roosting on a ship. This doesn't make any sense." Sarah contemplated.

  I slowly took a step back as I tried the radio set one more time,

  "Geoffrey, we got a problem, over."

  I caught a few words from Geoffrey in response but I couldn't quite make out what he said. I tried asking for help again but I was interrupted,

  "Corey??? Are you there???" Sarah shouted.

  The screeching became massive like thunder from a storm in response to her voice. I grabbed Sarah as we ascended to the crew's halls. After panting we saw Geoffrey in the hallway.

  "Hey!" He called toward us.

  "And where were you two?" He sternly said before giving me a sly wink.

  "Have you seen Corey?" Sarah asked with little concern for his joke.

  "Yeah, well on the screen. He was snooping near the passenger corridors before the camera lost the connection." Geoffrey explained.

  Geoffrey escorted us back to our room before elaborating further,

  "I came down here to see if he returned after what you said the other night. I'm sure that he'll turn up but I'll keep an eye out for him." Geoffrey assured us as we reached the door.

  Sarah told Geoffrey about the yelling she heard from the previous nights while I explained about the lower bowels of the ship.

  "Really?" Geoffrey asked while he sniffed the air with confusion.

  I realized that the odor had vanished, or perhaps my nose had jut became accustomed to the smell.

  "I don't smell nothing here, but I guess that I'll check that out too." Geoffrey answered before he disappeared into the darkness.

  I still haven't heard from Corey this morning, nor have I heard any news of what's going on beneath our floor. There haven't been any weird sounds or odd odors since I've been up but I'm afraid to check below alone. I'll update when I can.

  UPDATE:

  Sarah and I didn't work together but we shared the same break. Usually, we just chill in the employee lounge since we've visited the ports so many times. The past few days were anything but usual so we strolled along the shore. The Sun broiling our skin didn't deter us; anywhere felt better than staying near whatever was going on with the ship.

  "Have you seen Geoffrey?" I asked.

  Sarah shook her head as we stared at the waves. Froth from the tide cooled our feet as we listened to the sea. I tried searching for any - normal and paranormal - phenomena that could explain what we experienced but came up empty handed. How could something just exist and then dissipate? Sure, ghosts can do that, but I don't believe in "spirit aroma". Sarah snapped her fingers and raised her tone,

  "Terrence, are you even listening to me?"

  "Yeah, sorry. I just don't want to think about it. They'll figure out whatever's going on - bats, chupacabra, whatever. I'm sure that Corey's fine too. He's probably resting in his bunk by now." I countered.

  I became claustrophobic when we returned on board; the guests were huddled together and crew members frantically maneuvered through the masses. We were surrounded by a cacophony of hushed whispers and frustration. The official story was that a guest was quarantined. I picked up a crumbled pamphlet off the floor and read the title, 'Protocol for Norovirus: What to do during an Outbreak'.

  I shifted my gaze to Sarah; her skin had a natural, healthy glow while being drenched in sweat. She didn't seem to develop any signs of illness despite previously sharing a room with someone that was "quarantined".

  "We need to find Geoffrey." I demanded.

  It wasn't hard to reach Geoffrey's office since nobody questioned our assignments. His door was closed and nobody responded when I knocked. Several seconds later, a light appeared in the small porthole of the door, followed by a shadow.

  "Not sick, are you?" Geoffrey asked softly.

  Sarah and I nodded before he allowed us inside. Charts and maps were scattered over his old desk with a few cups stained at the rim from coffee. Geoffrey sank back into his chair and sighed,

  "You're here about Corey? I'll go ahead and confirm your suspicion. He's not in the infirmary or under quarantine."

  Geoffrey offered us two chairs as he searched the shelf and pulled a dusty book from its place.

  "Where is he? We don't have time for nonsense." Sarah objected.

  Geoffrey ignored her accusations and opened the worn book which was hollowed out to conceal a hidden space. He revealed a USB from within the book as he plugged it into his personal laptop.

  "I'm afraid your definition of 'nonsense' will dramatically change soon." Geoffrey replied grimly.

  A picture appeared on the screen that showed deep scratches embedded on a metallic wall.

  "I went down after we spoke. No guano. No bats. But there was definitely something down there." Geoffrey stated before revealing more pictures of damage he had found at the bottom of the hull.

  Geoffrey clicked on a different folder which played a video. I noticed that we were observing the security surveillance from last night. For a moment, Corey appeared on the screen. A larger man appeared briefly approaching Corey from the opposite end of the corridor. Soon after, the screen went dark. I thought the screensaver had turned on but Geoffrey didn't move.

  "This was what I saw before I went to search for Corey." Geoffrey explained.

  A few minutes later, the field of vision returned to reveal an empty hallway.

  "I don't understand. How did the camera come offline and then went back to being fine?" Sarah asked as she tried to comprehend the situation.

  "Because it was never disconnected." I offered.

  Geoffrey nodded in agreement and replayed the beginning of the footage. I didn't catch it until watching it the second time. The screen didn't go dark all at once; it lost sight first from the left side, and moved across to the right until the view was completely blocked.

  "You were right. Something's strange is happening. I don't know where Corey is, but if we can find the other guy, then we might get some answers." Geoffrey advised us.

  To make matters worse, there are rumors being spread that the ship may be held indefinitely at sea for quarantine. Geoffrey is trying to identify the other guest while Sarah and I have to go back to work. We'll let you know when we have more information.

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134. Sonic the Hedgehog #75

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Writer: Karl Bollers Pencils: Steven Butler Colors: Frank Gagliardo

We have a very important question to address here at the beginning of this story. Apparently, all this time, it wasn't Robotnik who was activating the satellites and tormenting the Freedom Fighters in secret. If that's the case… who was it, then?

So! Do you remember, aaalllllll the way back during StH#19, when I said that that issue would introduce a very important character, someone who would shape the course of the entire comic? Didja forget about that? 'Cause I sure didn't! Here he is, ladies, gents, and enbies - Robo-Robotnik, AKA the alternate, roboticized version of Robotnik from another zone! Don't worry if you don't remember - he gives us a nice rundown of exactly how this all came to be, just for those of us who may have forgotten him between then and now. But first, just to make sure no one escapes or attacks before his villainous monologue is over, he encases the Freedom Fighters inside an egg-shaped energy field, which knocks Bunnie out when she tries to punch her way out.

So here's how it went down. Way back when Robo-Robotnik was taken back to his own zone after his interdimensional defeat, his consciousness was stranded aboard a space station in orbit of his own version of Mobius. Then, as chronicled in StH#22, Robotnik Prime ended up aboard the same station when he was thrown out of his own dimension, and gave Robo-Robotnik just the pep talk he needed to get back to hunting down his enemies and taking over the world. However, what we didn't know until now is that at the moment Robo-Robotnik sent Robotnik Prime back to his own world, he tapped into his memories, learning of the scattering of the Giant Borg suit's pieces across all dimensions. Yep, that makes him the mastermind behind the Crossover Chaos plot as well!

I just have to stop everything for a moment to go over what Robo-Robotnik said up there again. He straight up nuked Mobotropolis and killed everyone within. If you'll remember in StH#22, the Sonic and Sally of his zone had already grown up, gotten married and had two kids at this point. Their world followed basically the same general path laid out in the Sonic in Your Face! special - everyone had grown up, the world was idyllic, Robotnik was thought to be long defeated, new families had been born and peace reigned. They had absolutely no idea that they weren't safe. That one day, without warning, a goddamn nuke would drop onto their beautiful city, killing everyone within. Sonic, Sally, their two kids, and everyone else they ever knew - dead. Vaporized. That is ridiculously dark.

So, as we can see, this version of Robotnik is even more terrifyingly evil than the previous one. And apparently, his whole extended gambit with the satellites and random disasters was implemented not just to test the capabilities of this world's Sonic and friends, but also, to finally lure them out of the city for the culmination of his plan…

Okay, Nate, why the hell didn't you use your badass laser-eyeglasses to fight back against the thugs who captured you before? He and Amy rush to the palace, where Geoffrey is informing King Max about the resurgence of the swatbots. The king has the cryo-tube containing the queen carried out of the palace to safety, and orders that everyone within Mobotropolis be evacuated to Knothole. However, before they can get much further, Robo-Robotnik contacts them from a screen in the med-lab, mocking the king and informing him of his daughter's current captivity aboard his space station. The king immediately takes a knee and offers himself in exchange for the safety of everyone on the station, which is quite a notable gesture considering how traumatized his stay in the Zone of Silence had left him, but Robo-Robotnik simply laughs at him as at that moment more swatbots - or shadow-bots, as he calls them - burst into the room demanding their surrender for roboticization.

The more we see of Elias, the more I like him. Back up in the station, Sonic insists that they have to get free to help the Robians, but Robo-Robotnik only mocks him some more, and brings forward none other than Uncle Chuck, Muttski, and Sonic's mom and dad to enrage him further. Sonic begins flinging himself against the energy field trapping them, which only injures him every time he does it, despite Sally begging him to stop.

Within the city, Geoffrey and the other members of the Secret Service focus on rescuing civilians from the shadow-bots' attack. Valdez stays behind to cover their retreat as they rescue Rosie and the children she's looking after, and despite Geoffrey trying to go back for him, Hershey insists that "the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few or the one," drawing a pretty bizarre parallel between her and Mr. Spock. Up in the station, the energy field trapping the Freedom Fighters suddenly disappears, and they turn around in shock to see who released them…

Snively insists that he needs them to be able to escape this station, and Sally agrees to bring him along. She uses Nicole to order their space shuttle to dock with the station (seems weird that that wasn't their plan from the beginning, rather than exiting the shuttle and entering the station through a damn trash chute) before setting an explosive charge to blow the place in five minutes. Sonic pulls out a power ring that Nate gave him before they left the planet's surface, saying he's going to go find his family before they leave. Sally tries to insist he shouldn't go, since Snively already mentioned Robo-Robotnik was loading the Robians onto a transport back to Mobius, but Sonic heads out anyway. Come on Sally, you should realize at this point that once Sonic has his mind made up about something he wants to do, literally nothing, not even you, can change his mind. He speeds through the corridors, soon finding Robo-Robotnik loading the last of the Robians onto the shuttle, including his family. The door shuts, and Sonic attacks Robo-Robotnik, thinking that at least his family will be safe when this place explodes. However, as Robo-Robotnik pins him to the ground, a pair of voices startle them out of their fight.

Noteworthy for being the third panel in which Sonic visibly cries, which if you'll remember is something that Sega put strict limits on in the comic later on. Been a while since we've seen that, and it's the first time it hasn't happened in a somewhat silly scenario. He races back to the shuttle with his parents in tow, and they make their escape just before the place blows. Sonic asks how his parents maintained their free will, and they explain that they were in Knothole just hours ago when every Robian suddenly turned and began to mindlessly file out of the place. Their wedding bands made out of power rings began to glow, protecting them from being affected by Robo-Robotnik's bug, but they followed anyway, playing along as though they were also being controlled and hoping to find out where everyone was going. As they fly back to the planet, safe for this brief moment, dusk falls over Mobo- uh, I mean, I guess we have to start calling it Robotropolis again. And underneath the city…

I really can’t express how funny this page is to me. I mean, can you imagine if Robo-Robotnik transferred his consciousness into the one in the middle, and was just going around looking like a gay 80's biker dude for the rest of the comic? Regardless, this is actually a good way for the comic to justify redesigning Robotnik into his more modern Eggman style. He laughs to himself that an explosion won't be enough to do him in, especially now that he has this new body… and as a somewhat jarring conclusion to this story, Sonic and the others smile and pose happily on the final page as though nothing devastating has happened, promising to us that if we liked these last 75 issues then the next 75 will be even more exciting. I suppose this is actually somewhat noteworthy however, as from here on moving into the fourth era of the comic, the inclusion of specials and sister series abruptly taper off, leaving us with just the issues of the main comic for quite a while. Unlike the third era we're leaving behind, where over half the content came from issues of KtE and Super Specials, the fourth era consists almost entirely of the main comic. But for now, I suppose we must say goodbye to this era of peace, as now that Eggman has risen from the ashes, the world is back to being embroiled in war…

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Letter to You

At an abandoned lot Meagen pulled out a picture, which she had glued onto a card. In the picture it was the two of us looking six years younger; though her face is covered in a raggedy cloth elephant mask, and mine is wearing a home-cut eye mask with a cigarette hanging out of my mouth. In the picture (though it is hard to tell) it is also two nights before Halloween, and we are spending our last night just as friends.

Inside the card it said happy anniversary.

*

Zach and I spent the last month mixing the EFFORTS EP. We kind of have an unspoken rule that the weirder the idea, the more we should pursue it. That’s kind of how the EP started as 3 songs and ended up being just 1 long track. If we a have a genre, I would have to call it ‘Spook Punk’.

It should be debilitating working on so many different music projects, but at this point, they're all feeding into one another. It’s taken the pressure off of my so-called perfectionism; something that has nearly threatened to destroy me at all times. (I wasn’t even meant to be writing a blog today. I came to the library to ‘fix’ the next Spell Saga deck--and was surprised to find nothing wrong with the thing. I’m getting better at catching myself.)

I can’t tell you how many times Zach has had to put up with me asking if we can “redo” a vocal. Our most this is a single song, May You Absorb All Evil took almost two years to get finished because I am a fucking idiot. But it’s done now, because Zach spent weeks fixing and mixing it through a giant board.

It’s on the EP, along with some other songs that I felt worked well as a warning. And that’s really how I’m choosing to think about the whole thing--our EP is a warning to those who are not prepared to hear 33 years of pent-up frustration. It was not fun growing up in a musical family without knowing I could do it. (A reverse Potter/Dursleys scenario, I can assure you).

I am the muggle. That’s a good song title.

But it was equally horrendous spending two decades in a city known to the rest of the world as “Music City”. Every person here looks and sounds the same. Everyone born here thinks they are chosen/deserving/special, or they just showed up from the midwest hoping some other band would find them (and their talent) like a black hole pulls in light.

Making art to get fucked or get attention makes me feel like I’ve just witnessed an assault in some parking lot. I want to break windows and arms and scream at people. “Don’t ever come back to my wal-mart!” but this is music city, and everyone around me is assaulting each other in a circle jerk while I just stand there wondering if someone’s going to help me carry these groceries. “You are ruining Black Friday!” I might scream, or “you are ruining the basis of the very institution you are attempting to crawl down into.”

I mean, make that money. But fuck.

Anyway the EFFORTS EP “May You Absorb All Evil” will be released in the (season to be determined) of next year. The full length album “I Bought You a Coffin” is already recorded and will follow shortly thereafter.

*

One of my other projects, Beset., is nearly finished with the DEMOS for our first LP “There Are Places They Can Get You.” You can actually listen to some of those HERE.

The Weapon and I try to get to these every Monday, so by year’s end we should be ready to start recording the actual tracks. We just need to fix this latest one--we did that thing where you start recording ideas before ever playing a finished song, and you end up with a mess--but hopefully “We Brought Weapons” will shine as bright as the others once we crack it.

And I’m really excited about the only song we haven’t recorded, “Make Peace With The Promise of Failure”. Not only is this the first thing he has brought to me first on guitar without me showing him lyric, but the chorus is fucking amazing (he thinks it’s a bridge, but I got a reallllll good feelin’ on this one).

*

Geoffrey W. Osborne and I are trying to finish and release the first ever DAMNSEL & THE EUTH GROUP EP for a New Year’s Day release. Which is a fitting day actually, as the last song on the album is called “Baby New Year”, something I wrote while listening to an old keyboard piece of his.

when I conquer death

when I have nothing left

I was Baby New Year

I was Baby New Year

so drink and be of cheer

good times were never here

middle of the road

new teeth and broken bones

I’ve known every fear

the end is almost near

when I mend my bones

they will call me home

I was Baby New Year

I was Baby New Year

That’s something about Geoffrey’s playing that I like, it’s easy for me to write lyrics to it. We did the same thing on the EFFORTS EP with a little interstitial song called Ringtone Money.

How we gonna leave

When we don’t know where to go

I got that ringtone money

And it sounds like solid gold

When you look at me

You look like you saw a ghost

How we gonna leave

When we don’t know where to go

For me, writing lyrics or changing something at the last minute is one of the best parts about making things. It’s like pushing a piece into a puzzle quickly while the puzzle is being framed. We did it again for a weird hidden track on the May You Absorb All Evil EP

wait another minute

I’ll get my revolver

you can be a skeleton

just give me a holler

*

I have one more musical project now. So far it’s just a name, an album title, and some demos. Also I made a cover because that’s how I do ma shit.

*

Meagen’s out of town for Thanksgiving. I spent the entire day playing Spell Saga and it meant something to me. Four years ago I was lost and sore; I had just failed to get the game funded on Kickstarter. I felt a sense of real shame about the whole thing. Like I had returned from a war I had single handedly lost. Maybe that’s insensitive. But after a year of planning the thing it was a real blow. So to be holding the prototypes four years later and playing through it one final time before it goes to print was really special.

But wait--you ask. Didn’t the Kickstarter succeed a year later, in the year of our lord 2014--and haven’t the cards been printed and are even now waiting in a Hong Kong warehouse?!

Yes.

But it’s been three years, so I took my own money and printed the next Deck so everyone could have it for free (Spell Saga is a game of multiple decks, like chapters in a book). Also I redid the packaging, because I am, in the end, a perfectionist.

So I spent all day playing through Deck 2: The Forest, making sure no problems could be seen upon them cards. And next week I tell the good people of Panda Game Manufacturing to go for it, set that shit to print. Here is a lot of pics I took of the play through.

*

Making things often means you are filled to the tips-of-your-toes with a sort of psychic horror--the unending logic that you are doing your best to prove on a chalkboard in front of the entire world that only you can solve an equation that proves you yourself are a fucking hack.

I often stare off into the distance like a farmer hearing a gunshot in a world where only he and his daughter were left alive.

The other day I was struck by the sort of thinking that makes all those bad thoughts go away.

My deepest concern was that while playing through Deck Two, I had a problem. Most of the cards I drew were of no use to me. Now, if you design a game, and while playing it, you DON’T use most of the pieces, that is a fucking issue. Except...because I am ME...and by that I mean WEIRD (see any paragraph above) this is not useful play test information. 

I don’t play games well. In fact, if someone plays against me in a game--even one that I MADE, I am bound to lose. The one exception I can even remember is winning a round of dat classic Mario Party at Cousin Lauren’s apartment, three years ago, while she was busy illustrating the very cards I was now concerned about.

Anyway, I stepped out of the shower the other morning and finally pinpointed what was causing the astral sand to be pulled out from beneath my feet--what the current was that I was stuck thinking about:

In Deck One: The Highlands the cards are meant to each do a specific thing, almost on their own. Some are necessary and some are fun, but they each sort of help you in their own weird way. In Deck Two: The Forest, this is different. There are several cards that need to be combined for the rules or effect of them to take place. That means a lot of time you’re left with a bunch of random pieces you don’t care about<-----my concern. Now, if I was GOOD at games, I would play with the cards I was dealt, instead of stubbornly waiting for the ones that I want. I know that. I understand it. And though that knowledge does not help me play any better (for I am indeed stubborn) It does help me tremendously while designing. Because I can imagine how other people will play, and how they will react to the pieces I have given them. In this instance, with us about to go to print and there being NOTHING I can change too drastically (the game is, after all, designed, and the deck itself was already redesigned almost entirely from the digital PnP version we released three years ago), I was definitely feeling a bit shaky. Until I stepped out of that shower, and realized the solution lay in how I treated the next part of the game, Deck Three: The Caves.

I won’t go into it further. But playing that DECK is going to feel REAL GOOD.

*

I will not talk about my day job--which is a night job. But the hours are horrendous, and I see myself now as a chain anchored to my home and swinging in a circle until I can destroy everything or fly off into space.

My childhood was not as bad as some, and it was worse than others. I chose then to believe I was suffering, so what difference is it if I’m now working hard to make art generated by those younger woes? Life continues.

*

The Novel.

I didn’t start playing music until i was 30 years old. But The Novel I started even years before that continues to surprise me more than anything else.

It is a terrible cost, a novel.

I fear it will continue to consume me, like a star going supernova in my head and eating up all the time I could spend on other ideas. And I fear that I would let it.

I have been sober for about eight months now. And I often feel okay about it, but the desire is there; a nasty trick of the mind that makes me feel like I was never an addict, and that it would really be something, almost a performance piece really, if I drank now in front of those that know me as a ‘survivor of The Thirst’. I wake up from dreams where I drink and can’t stop, and that disappointment I feel upon waking is pretty much the battery of my unexpected willpower. But I feel that desire, and I feel it with the novel as well. Destroy Everything and let it wither in ruin, so i might survive. And most days I kneel down and say “yes. Of course.” and “nothing matters but the ten year slow motion orgasm of making you.”

I had decided after years of start-stopping a second draft to just Do The God Damn Thing. I started on New Year’s Day 2016 and rewrote from the beginning to what I hoped was the end. But I got lost. A lot. I got stuck redoing the same things over and over again. Parts of the story changed. Good. Now it was a 2.5 draft, right? That’s fine. It’s for the best.

But I continued in my toil. And time passed. After a year I resigned myself to whatever life the novel would let me live; often sneaking away for just an hour a day before or between some grueling job or errand of adulthood.

This past Summer something clicked. It was that thing that always happens, where I’m worried about something until I realize only I can fix it, and the worry was only me being smart. Less a warning and more like a ...pre...answer?

I wrote a new beginning to the story that night I think. Clicking in the dim light of the living room like someone who had just discovered words. This led to other unexpected turns in the story...a brand new sixty page interlude in the middle of the thing...a whole section of plot points and chapters was also added--things and moments I had culled from a side story written years ago that I felt sort of circled the novel. Now it was part of it. Everything began to take shape into something that...I started writing this story in some form or another a decade ago, and the shape it became was something Unknown.

Then I kept getting stuck again--still moving forward I became unable to push through the white snow of blank expanse before me.

The whisper that was not a warning was there again. I would have to break the entire rule of the rewrite, and go back to the beginning and start over (madness) and not only this, I would have to change the entire tyle I was writing in (horror).

But I did it.

I looked at my life and it’s work and realized I was not writing the way I wanted to--the way I was meant to. I was living and dying in the predefined alignments of those who had come before me. Nothing I make is normal, why should my writing be any different.

I went back to the beginning and began a process which has led to work I truly feel terrified and sure of. What more could I ask?

Now the cards are going to print somewhere in Hong Kong.

I will have four separate recording projects throughout December.

The novel continues and will be finished sometime next year.

And I don’t think Meagen and I have ever been better.

I cannot enjoy any of it. Not the way I believe someone should. I am not normal. My enjoyment comes from everything spinning, and the sound of myself whispering a thousand little would-be-warnings as I navigate through it all.

And I have become good at it, maybe. I have done this a long time. I have mastered the act of handling some shit. And now it’s time for a new sort of thing. The plates and whispers are starting to combine into something else, and there is a something Unknown on the horizon...

Unknown but for a name: SUB(URBAN)HEATHEN.

-mE.

[mobius-prime]

48. Special - Super Sonic vs. Hyper Knuckles

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Crash of the Titans

Writer: Mike Gallagher Pencils: Art Mawhinney Colors: Barry Grossman

This special begins with Sally monitoring Knuckles' movements, as he seems to have left his island and is striding straight toward Robotropolis. Sonic immediately concludes that he must be trying to make a deal with Robotnik, and rushes off, despite Sally calling uselessly after him to speak diplomatically instead of fighting.

Turns out Knuckles isn't interested in Robotnik at all, but a potential Lake of Rings that may be contained within the toxic walls of his city:

As we can see this issue likely takes place before the actual Knuckles Chaotix special, since Mighty and the others are currently being held captive somewhere unknown by Archimedes. In any event, Knuckles is interested in the radioactivity of Robotropolis, which raises an interesting point - I mean, I know it's probably not this deep, considering it's a comic for kids, but "radioactive" isn't just one concept. There are different kinds of radioactivity. Robotropolis is most likely filled with some kind of low-level ionizing radiation if we're talking about it being toxic, the kind that gives you radiation sickness and cancer, though not enough to be really dangerous considering organic beings can survive there long-term. I'd imagine, however, that radiation from Chaos Emeralds is quite different, since no one ever shows symptoms of being like, I don't know, overloaded with toxic Chaos energy or whatever. They're shown to be powerful but in quite a good way, useful for powering technology and Super transformations. It's a little strange that Knuckles may be confusing ionizing radiation with Chaos radiation, but eh, whatever. He thinks there's Chaos Emeralds there, so he's off to go grab some.

Of course, Sonic isn't down with this plan, and punches him out unprovoked.

Sonic, Sonic, Sonic. We need to talk about this behavior. Every time you and Knuckles see each other you're already throwing hands before you even think to ask what the other is actually up to. How many times have these guys fought each other now over stupid reasons? Five? Six? It's getting out of hand. This entire story is basically an excuse to draw like a million panels of these two going at it, so there's really not a whole heck of a lot of plot to cover. They punch each other for a while, Sally shows up to calm them down and notices that in the dirt hole from a tree that they've uprooted during the chaos, she can see a portal to an unknown zone that's just chock full of Chaos emeralds and rings. Knuckles dives in after them, Sonic gets pissed enough to try to follow, and Sally just laments that he hasn't changed since they used to spend summers together wait what was that Sally?

Aww, how cute. It's good to know that despite Penders weirdly pushing the Sally/Geoffrey/Sonic love triangle, Michael still knows where it's at and gives Sonic and Sally a cute moment like this.

Anyway, they both pop down into the zone, which is basically just a recreation of your average Genesis Sonic game stage, and start collectin'! It doesn't take them long to both reach fifty rings and seven Chaos Emeralds, and as such, they transform into what the title has promised us all along: Super Sonic and Hyper Knuckles!

They proceed to duke it out for nine uninterrupted pages of no plot progression. Really, like I said, this issue was just an excuse to have a big knock-down-drag-out fight between two superpowered furries. Eventually, the fight gets crazy enough to start bending reality inside the zone itself, and, well…

These places really are quite unstable, aren't they? They're like little pockets of unreality.

Anyway, after a brief interlude where Robotnik complains that he only gets a one-page cameo in a big special like this, Sonic wakes up to find Sally standing over him. She informs him that their battle destroyed the zone, and that Knuckles flew away somewhere unknown after the explosion, and gets him on her bike to take him home.

An epilogue reveals to us, however, that Knuckles didn't return from the fight empty-handed - that he in fact managed to snag one last Chaos Emerald before the zone exploded, making his mission ultimately a success! Mighty celebrates with him, but - oh yeah, Mighty and the other Chaotix! Time to get back to the present and see what's going on with Knuckles now…

Fathers and Sons

Writers: Mike Kanterovich and Ken Penders Pencils: Ken Penders Colors: Barry Grossman

Turns out Knuckles is on a bit of a trip down memory lane. He's feeling vulnerable and alone after losing his friends and being unable to find them so far, and starts reminiscing about his father - which for us, means we're finally getting a bit more backstory!

We're shown tidbits of Knuckles' childhood, his father taking him around the island, showing him important locations, teaching him life lessons. He's training him to become the next guardian of the island, something Knuckles is excited by, but he's hotheaded and brash, and sometimes learns his lessons slowly.

Ultimately, all of this training from his father led up to one last moment, to a page which is kind of infamous among fans, but I don't really necessarily find as funny as everyone else.

I mean sure, the mental image of Knuckles' dad just randomly jumping into a wall of fire is kind of funny, but think about this for a second. He's been very mysterious this entire time, explaining Knuckles' duties to him, but not really explaining what they're for or why they're necessary. Knuckles himself might know even less about his species' own past than Tails, since Tails at least got a bit of a history lesson from Athair a while back. And now his father does this - leaving him behind at a young age. I mean, Knuckles is only sixteen in the comic as of now, barely in his mid-teens, and it's implied that his father left at least a few years ago, making him probably no older than thirteen here. Can you imagine the only parent you ever knew just suddenly appearing to commit suicide like this in front of you, leaving an entire community of people to you to look after? This kid's got some trauma to work through, methinks.

For now, the issue just ends on him swearing to get answers from Archimedes and find the Chaotix, hoping to live up to his father's expectations. That's a heavy burden to carry alone, Knux.

[mobius-prime]

104. Sonic the Hedgehog #61

Outback Gut Check

Writer: Mike Gallagher Pencils: Harvo Mercadoocasio Colors: Frank Gagliardo

I've had my mind blown! I actually had no idea that "Harvo" and "Harvey Mercadoocasio" were the same person up until now. I always assumed "Harvo" was just a random guy using an alias or something, but nope, it's a nickname! My mistake.

Anyway, we open this issue with Guru Emu and Wombat Stu of the Downunda Freedom Fighters stuck in cages hanging above the ground, and Sonic, Tails, Barby Koala and Walt Wallabee down below, surrounded by a veritable army of platypuses that all look identical to Duck "Bill" apart from their color scheme, because in this universe, I can't stress enough how every Mobian species are just clones of one another (with the exception of armadillos apparently, if you look at Mighty vs. Arlo). We're thrown right into the action as the four who aren't caged up defend themselves from the attack fairly easily.

They manage to chase everyone off, and Sonic smashes open the cages, leaving everyone free to discuss amongst themselves what the hell is going on and give a convenient recap to us readers. Apparently, after the DFF sent the postcard to Knothole, they started cleaning the site of the prison camp up, which included disposing of many pieces of Crocbot's body that they found scattered around.

Soon after, Bill began leading a band of renegade platypuses, attacking the site of the cleanup operation and forcing it to be abandoned due to safety concerns. He then sent a peace offer to his former teammates, and Guru and Stu went to verify it only to predictably be captured. At the same time, Sonic and Tails arrived, having been ordered to check up on the DFF since they were in the area, and found Walt and Barby about to set out to rescue their friends, and thus they all teamed up. Now that reinforcements have arrived, they set off to take down Bill's operation once and for all, rafting down the river in pursuit.

I dunno why Sonic and Walt are being played off as hostile to one another, because it doesn't actually end up tying into the plot of this story at all, but whatever. They're ambushed from the water by a gang of platypuses on crocodile mounts, because why not? It's not even clear if they're Mobian crocs like Vector or just random wild crocs, but either way, Sonic fends them off by kicking up water, something which should not logically be a deterrent to platypuses or crocodiles by any stretch, and they reach Bill's hideout with relative ease.

Well that seems bizarre. They open up the floorboards to find none other than Crocbot, the eternal thorn in the DFF's side, half-disassembled and incapable of moving on his own. Man, this guy just won't die, will he? The second he's spotted he lays out his entire plan in multiple paragraphs without even being asked, about how when Bill was still trapped in his torture camp he implanted him with a mind control chip that lay dormant, and during the cleanup when he saw Crocbot's mangled remains it reactivated the chip, causing him to steal Crocbot's body and start rebuilding it in secret while raising his own platypus army to fight for him. Crocbot ends his little rant by saying his defeat doesn't matter either way, as the bunyip is about to arrive, but is disconnected before he can finish. With the threat ended for now, Sonic and Tails say goodbye and fly off once again.

Okay, first of all, yes the bunyip may be from Aborigine mythology, but that shouldn't even be something y'all talking animals should be aware of given you're not even living in the same world as we are. Second of all, yeah, Barby was flirting with Tails pretty hard throughout the entire story, something which is hella creepy if you consider that she's portrayed more as a teenager or young adult along with the other Downunda Freedom Fighters. She's not implied to be Tails' age at all. Apparently Ian Flynn acknowledged this much later on when he took over as head writer, stating that he would never consider making Barby/Tails a thing as long as he was in charge, because yeah, it's freaking weird. I don't know why Michael would even bother writing something like this in at all, but well, we already know he has a weird interest in setting up Tails with random female characters (as we saw with that awful "boing!" sound effect the moment Tails saw Fiona). It would have been a lot less awkward if he just played this as like, Barby being sweet to Tails because he's a little kid and Tails developing a kid crush on her, but no, he had to make it weird and write about a teenage girl flirting with a ten-year-old. Let it never be said that Ken Penders was the only one who wrote really inappropriate uncomfortable stuff for this comic, okay?

Total Turbulence

Writer: Karl Bollers Pencils: Steven Butler Colors: Frank Gagliardo

After their little adventure in Downunda, Sonic and Tails are flying over the ocean when they end up flying into a storm. What's more, the tracker on their plane that maps out Naugus' path across the world via his magic residue or whatever is going haywire and pointing in a dozen different directions. Apparently this is because… they're inside Naugus!

I don't know how they missed the fact that the clouds directly in front of them are shaped exactly like their adversary, but sure, okay! He whacks the plane, sending it careening down towards the ocean, but at the last second Sonic is able to pull up and get them flying again. In doing so, he inadvertently sets the plane on a direct collision course with Naugus' water-vapor-y face.

Imagine if that actually killed him? All his power and he just got exploded 'cause a plane flew into his face while he was in cloud form? Man, I would love that.

On His Majesty's Secret Service

Writer/Colors: Ken Penders Pencils: Art Mawhinney

Anyone remember Commander Fleming? He was an officer under Geoffrey in the Rebel Underground. He and Geoffrey are working to disarm more traps within Robotropolis, but Fleming is just getting too old to continue active service, and announces his resignation. Thus, King Acorn orders Geoffrey to begin putting together a new team to operate as a secret service for him.

Geoffrey already has three candidates in mind. The first is on the Floating Island, where Geoffrey fires off a trap from his crossbow towards a seemingly empty tree and catches, wouldn't you know it, an Espio clone! Except this guy is blue instead of purple. Apparently he once served as a secret operative and Geoffrey is bringing him back in. His next target is none other than Wombat Stu, whom he flies all the way to Downunda to drop in on and recruit. I'm surprised that Stu agrees so instantaneously, given that well, doesn't he already have his own team that he's loyal to? A team with whom he just risked his life to rescue one of its members and defeat their old adversary once again? Eh, whatever. Geoffrey finally drops in on Hershey as she's doing some paperwork for the princess, and simply tells her to "show up at the armory tomorrow morning" without even asking her properly if she wants in, apparently counting that as a successful recruitment. With that, he goes to bed, apparently having done all this within the span of one day - airplanes must be massively faster and more high tech in this world than our own if he was able to fly across the entire globe and back in one day - trusting that a good sleep will help him decide on the final member to recruit.

[backroombuzz]

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Political News For Sunday, February 4, 2018 (Links Opens New Window) Latest Derailment: Amtrak Should be Renamed Obamatrak Obama Officials, New York Times Leaks Classified Info That Helps ISIS CNN Analyst Says Trump is Making a Comeback. Yes, THAT CNN. Andrew McCarthy: FISA abuse memo reveals Democrat misinformation James Comey's Tweets Are Almost as Terrible as the FBI Poll: 16 Percent of Rabid NFL Fans Won't Watch Super Bowl The GOP memo proves the ‘deep state’ is real Mexican Couple Busted With $1.3 Million In Cartel Fentanyl Headed For US NFL fumbles ahead of Super Sunday: AMVETS’ #PleaseStand ad rejected as too “political CIA, FBI Agents Respond To Nunes' Memo New Texts From Anti-Trump FBI Agents Show They Tried To Evade Rule To Archive Message This Interview Shows What A Mentally Challenged Democrat Sounds Like The State of the Union, Superbowl Sunday, and Democrats: If They Won’t Stand for God and Country, What Do They Stand For? BOZELL & GRAHAM: Imagining President Hillary's Press Hillary’s Failed #MeToo Moment Exposes Insincerity of Progressive Politicians SHE KNEW: NEW Hillary email reveals aide told her 'All your info is on the server' CAIR Urges LA to Say No to Anti-Extremism Program What an ASSHAT! Laura Ingraham OWNED Chris Matthews for accusing Trump’s WH of writing FISA Memo Here's What Rand Paul, Mark Meadows, and Others in Washington Are Saying About the Nunes Memo Adam Schiff Apparently Released Classified Information in Attempt to Rebut Nunes Memo The Back to the Future Democrats The long knives are out for Trump’s pick to head the IOM The fantasy of accelerating sea level rise just got hosed It was Hillary Clinton Who Birthed The Russian Conspiracy Theory What the media does not want you to know about the memo   Please visit our main page at BluePillSheep.com (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || ).push({}); Read the full article