#jary answers

[love-is-a-pearl]

Oh! If you’re still taking art suggestions, I’ve got one!

Ash and Dawn singing together, one of them playing a guitar. Totally not doing this for a cover hehehe/j

ok this one was way more fun to do than I expected

[dreadgloom]

Aljari appears in front of her with a large and gift wrapped box. There’s an air of magic surrounding it and Jari hands it off to them. The gift is enchanted. When opened by the recipient it reveals something they didn’t know they wanted.

“Merry christmas, Dio. Do try not to say anything weird, just take the present.”

late holiday reply . . . @falsesighted

An eye roll is given in silent response, as she took the gift. While no wizard, she can tell careful weave-work went into this. Opening the box, the ranger is shocked by what is inside. A single silver toned hair bead is plucked out with careful fingers. ❝ I never thought I’d see this again . . . ❞ Her voice is soft as she rolls it between her fingers, an old unnoticed ache in her chest soothed.

Looking up to see curiosity in the wizard’s eyes, Dionisia gestured for Aljari to come over towards her haversack of holding. Reaching into the enchanted pack, she pulled out a small leather pouch. Inside were twelve other hair beads of various materials and decorated with different symbols. ❝ When drow Houses war with each other, the attacking side must fully eradicate the other. If they do not a survivor can apply for ���Justice’ with the ruling council and the entire city will turn on the attacker to eradicate them. Otherwise, their crime is never acknowledged, ❞ she began to explain, showing him what it was that she had retrieved. ❝ But . . . that does not mean that soldiers are not proud of their . . . accomplishments. These beads are our way of displaying notable kills without admitting our crimes. The materials and styles are often different between houses but their meaning was well known. What you hold now . . . are mine. ❞

[asksihtrickjartansen]

Uhtred walks though the town scanning his surroundings for the dark haired Dane. He has to be around here somewhere. Finally spotting him, Uhtred cautiously approaches. "Hey, I wanted to check in on you....make sure everything is alright." Uhtred glances away briefly, still not sure why he's getting caught in the middle of this situation involving a woman he's never met. "You know... if something is bothering you, you can always come talk to me...." Uhtred looks at the young man with concern in his eyes. "I'm here for you....for whatever you might need..."

-Uhtred @askuhtredragnarson

"The children run me a little ragged, Lord. But I am well." Sihtric answers. "I .. fail to keep up with either Cynlaef and Aethelstan every day and my own children grow and thrive like weeds beyond count. Jari will soon be ready for his first arm ring, Lord."

[clouds-of-wings]

[All answers stolen from the FB comment section]

[mariejordans]

this is just for fun bc i’ve seen a lot of different options for their ship name thrown around and i’m really curious to see what the results will be!

[crimesoughtarchive]

“And you swear on your life that they’ll like me?”

Jari’s done everything. Washed and done his hair up very pretty, dressed in civilian clothes(which is simply the button up and his usually pants that lie under his green padded coat, this time significantly less covered in dirt and blood), bought a bouquet of flowers for the Cassian’s mother. All this preparation and he’s still nervous. It’s a huge cliché, really. Boyfriend is nervous to meet his beloved’s parents- he’s read it all before but he didn’t think it was quite so accurate. “Does my hair look alright? My clothes are straight, right, my sweet?”

“I’ve never been under so much pressure.” Well, maybe there were a few other times…

@falsesighted

"I promise. You can talk with my father about spells too. I told him you were a wizard as well."

The tiefling smiled at him, helping to make sure he looked nice for his parents. Not that they would really care. He was sure his mother was going to jump them as soon as they stepped through the door. But he was hoping she wouldn't that his father would answer and ease them inside.

"You look fine. Don't be so nervous." probably easier said than done. he moved to knock at the door but stopped short. "Oh my mom might attack us when we come inside."

[babblingpipit]

Hikmah postdoc (dan PhD)

Akhir-akhir ini lagi banyak yang nanya dan minta saran PhD, jadi ku harus terpaksa mikir dan refleksi pros and consnya. Sebagai orang yang waktu itu menjadikan PhD sebagai tempat kabur dari kesuraman hidup korporat di Jakarta, I'd say it totally worth my time. Kalo ga PhD mungkin sekarang aku jadi middle management di suatu perusahaan, punya rumah kecil di pinggiran jakarta, pake sepatu Tory Burch dan tas coach plus mobil decentlah (ini melihat karir teman-teman seangkatan yang awal karirnya juga MT ya wk no shade at allll).

PhD bikin aku sadar betapa aku suka sekali fleksibilitas, kerja di korporat yang pake absen sidik jari tuh aku tersiksa banget, padahal perkara sepele ya. And I LOVE doing research. Love having flexibility to spend my time any way I want. BUT it is a lonely journey with lots of aspect you can't control. Kerja di korporat tuh banyak yang udah ada SOPnya, jelas kejarannya dan day to day activitynya udah defined. Research, at least in astronomy, is abstract. No one knows the definite answer so you have to really explore everything and the answer might not what you expected. 1 year project might turn into 3, 5 or even 10. Dan PhD tuh bikin kamu expert di suatu bidang yang niche banget yang di dunia ini yang ngerti banget bidang itu tuh bisa diitung jari, which again is very isolating because very little people can relate or help you.

How is life after PhD? Ga bohong menyelesaikan PhD change me a lottt. I became confidence that I got skills and can navigate my future career. Jelas ada safety cushion. Banyak opportunity yang sebelumnya ga kebayang jadi kebuka, kerja di luar negeri pun jadi relatif lebih mudah.

Doing postdoc is like doing another PhD but with 5x responsibilities. Helping students, helping PI, building your own research projects. Still very flexible, but still lonely. Benefit ok but not the best. Necessary to build more independent research skill and network if you want to stay in academia, or if you still care about the subject and it is still fun. Otherwise, not worth it. Sekarang lagi galau sih jujur mau stay di academia atau out, I still care about the subject and still want to be a professor though. Meskipun move ke industri financial benefitnya lebih banyak tapi trade offnya adalah ya gabisa riset sesuka kamu. Hmm.

[the-elven-star]

-- B A S I C S

name:

nicknames: Evielrian, Jari (and many more nicknames)

birthday: September

race: No longer belongs to any species

gender: she/her

orientation: bisexual

profession: pact commander, explorer, warrior, pathfinder

-- P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

hair: white

eyes: Ultramarine

skin: Fair skin and purple scales

tattoos/scars: She is missing both eyes and her left arm. The arm was sewn back on and the eyes were new. At this point in history, gw2 has no tattoos. Lots of scars all over his body

-- F A M I L Y

parents: Her real parents are deprived of parental rights. There is a foster father

siblings: She has a sister and an adopted brother.

grandparents: On her mother's side. Her grandfather is alive, but does not recognize her family. Grandma is dead. She doesn't know them

in laws and others: Trahearne (The first husband), Canach (like a brother ), Many more husbands

pets: 4 cats

-- S K I L L S

abilities: increased strength and endurance. Excellent flexibility. Possession of edged weapons and firearms. Has a little bit of magic

hobbies: To study ancient manuscripts and places. Dancing and singing. Cooking. Physical activity. Hiking

-- T R A I T S

most positive trait: Cheerful, purposeful, ready to do anything for the sake of her dreams. Helps people in need. good leadership qualities. The ability to adapt. She is very hard working, always happy to learn something new. Confident and determined. Caring. Fearlessness

most negative trait: She's vindictive. He often gets excited. Very rude, deceitful, short-tempered. She is very cruel. And for the sake of her dreams and goals, she is ready for anything. Sometimes she is too arrogant

-- L I K E S

colors: pink, blue, violet, periwinkle, turquoise

smells: The smell of the forest, the smell of the sea

textures: sand texture

drinks: Beer

-- O T H E R D E T A I L S

smokes: Yes

drinks:Yes

drugs: no

been arrested: yes

Thank you for tagging me! @commanderthalys

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@rostomanologist

[readingbythestreetlights]

in the anything but f1 quiz they asked valtteri which finnish player had the most points in the nhl, and he correctly answered teemu selanne, but for some reason the answer the producer had was jari kurri, even though he’s like 60 or 70 points behind selanne all time 😭😭 give my man bottas some credit!

[savebylou]

Read article below

Louis Tomlinson looks less than enthused as he attends Australian Open after quietly slipping into the country ahead of his national tour.

By  Marta Jary For Daily Mail Australia [27.01.24].

Louis Tomlinson is Down Under for a series of concerts around the country. And on Saturday, the former One Direction star stopped into the 2024 Australian Open in Melbourne.  The 32-year-old kept things low key, putting in a casual appearance in a white polo shirt.  He added a pair of black trousers and completed the ensemble with a pair of black and white sneakers.  Louis failed to crack a smile as he headed into the event and kept his designer sunglasses firmly on.

The pop star made a low-key arrival into Sydney ahead of his national tour on Friday morning. The singer is scheduled to kick off his national tour in Melbourne on Sunday.He will then play arena shows in Sydney and Brisbane. During his last visit, Louis made headlines after he accused The Project's Carrie Bickmore and Peter Helliar of stirring up a One Direction feud. Peter asked: 'There's been a bit of 1D beef recently thanks to Liam who's been speaking out about the band a little bit. When you look back on your experience about the band, how do you feel about your experience of those days?'

A suspicious Louis replied: 'Oh, so the fishing's begun already! Yeah, I see what you're doing. No, listen, I'm immensely proud, as I know Liam is, I'm immensely proud of those days, obviously. ''It was an incredible thing to do, especially at such a young age and I have amazing memories, amazing memories.' Pushing Louis further, Carrie asked if he ever gets fed up that he's still linked to One Direction despite their split in 2016. She asked: 'Louis, when you say, 'Aw, the fishing's begun,' I imagine it is so annoying having to answer retrospective questions like that. Do you want to talk about that time in your life to the media versus how much you never have to want to talk about it again?' Louis responded: 'I'm more than happy to talk about it in every interview. It's something I'm immensely proud of, as I'd already said, it's just when you mentioned the beef before, it sounded like you were getting ready to stir some s**t up, that's all I'm saying.'

x

Check my analysis of both articles of the Daily Mail Australia about Louis here.

[i-eat-deodorant]

Does jari identity as a sigma male

ok so as a pathetic beta male who always looks at the ground when he walks, i'm unfamiliar with the ways of alpha and sigma men and had to search this up.

comparing the virtues of alpha and sigma, i do believe that narinder embodies both alpha and sigma traits. he desires dominance over all others and will use fear and power to subjugate his unders (aka everyone else) but still prefers keeping a large amount of distance between him and his followers.

thus, we can conclude--ok i'm gonna drop the mansplaining act but i do think, purely from his viewpoint. he'd identify with more of the alpha stereotype than a sigma one. in his heyday, i do think bishop narinder ran a lot of counter surveillance, espionage, and cover-ups, all of which do involve integrating himself into follower populations. he sees them as pawns, sure, but he does rely on them to an extent, and as a result he'd not that far removed from traditional social structures. sure, his use of resurrection means he's willing to buck off the status quo to bring forward dangerous and revolutionizing magic, but he's very stuck in his old ways in other aspects.

so yeah. semi-serious answer for a silly ask X)

[m0rg0th]

I dont know if you guys see my comments on Jari Mäenpää's instagram posts but sometimes I'll comment really dumb things like "do you like spiders" or "Are you a skibidi sigma" and I could be 1 of 2 people to comment and first but he'll ignore it and like the other person's comment. But if I comment something related to the music or just do my usual "Hi Jari🕺" he'll like my comment. Earlier in the year i would always comment "Do you like pickles" and one time he responded, he even answered it in the Wintersun podcast LOL (it's the very last question on #25) so I hope if I ever meet Jari, he will remember me as the pickle person.

[beardedmrbean]

Friend or foe? Helsingin Sanomat tells the unlikely story of two Finns meeting on the opposite sides of a Ukrainian battlefield.

"Vaasa," who's fighting in the Ukrainian forces, took "Jari," who's in the Russian forces, as a prisoner of war.

Vaasa has a military background and said his decision to fight in Ukraine was largely professional. He explained that in his case, the alternative would have been to join a crisis management force in Lebanon.

Jari was only a few years old when his family moved from the Soviet Union to Finland in the late 1980s. His mother tongue is Finnish and he has lived most of his life in Finland.

HS writes that Jari never found his place in Finnish society and ended up leading a life of crime that eventually prevented him from getting Finnish citizenship. Moving to Russia also didn't turn him away from crime, which eventually resulted in his imprisonment and ultimately led to his deployment on the battlefield.

Jari will likely remain imprisoned in Ukraine. As Jari is not a Finnish citizen, the Finnish authorities have no obligation to help him. His options at the moment are poor, according to HS, which also discusses Vaasa's sympathy for his fellow Finn.

Clever teens

Some 13,000 wildlife accidents occurred on Finnish roads last year, with most involving collisions with deer and elk.

A new invention developed by four teenage girls in the US state of Colorado could help reduce these accidents, reports Ilta-Sanomat, explaining that their device called 'Project Deer' uses infrared cameras and machine learning to notify drivers when an animal might be close.

The project, which began as a school assignment, has already secured $12,000 in funding from tech giant Samsung for a prototype.

Finland's answer to preventing animal collisions has so far been low-tech — fences located along the sides of roads. The Finnish Road Safety Council has, however, pointed out that this system is hardly foolproof, as the risks of colliding with an elk are particularly high in the areas bordering these fences, especially in the dark.

Reclaiming a city park

The City of Helsinki is looking at ways to clean up Katri Vala park in Sörnäinen. Named after a poet, the park has long been synonymous with drug sales and use.

Hufvudstadsbladet reports that plans are underway this autumn to build an eight-meter-high spiral-shaped climbing tower and gym for residents, who say the situation in their neighbourhood is now even worse than it was before.

According to HBL, that's because of the synthetic hallucinogen Alpha PVP which triggers bizarre behaviour.

The paper asked Heikki Porola of the Helsinki Police if he felt drug use and dealing had increased in Katri Vala park.

"This is what we call hidden crime. Of course, we see disruptive behaviour, but I could also list 10 to 15 other places in Helsinki that have the same issues," he said, adding that it was also important for residents themselves to take an active approach to care for their neighbourhoods.

[anonymousewrites]

Logos and Pathos (Book 2) Chapter Fifteen

Spock x Empath! Reader

Chapter Fifteen: Fog of Facts

Summary: A proper interrogation begins, and the truth comes to light.

            The whole group arranged themselves in an Enterprise meeting room as they prepared to discover the truth of the murders. Spock remained beside (Y/N), who was steady on their feet but the tired look in their eyes made it clear that they were still affected by Sybo’s murder psychologically.

            “Each testifier will sit here, place his hand on this plate,” explained Kirk. “Any deviation from the factual truth will be immediately detected and relayed to this computer, which will in turn notify us. Dr. McCoy has already fed the computer his medical reports. Our laboratory experts are examining the murder weapon and will give us their data to the computers for analysis. Shall we begin?” Jaris nodded, and Kirk continued. “Mr. Scott, will you take the stand.” Scotty nodded and sat down in the seat, placing his hand upon the scanner. “Computer, identity verification,” ordered Kirk.

            “Working,” buzzed the computer. “Lieutenant Commander Montgomery Scott, serial number SE-19754-T. Verified.”

            “Subjects present physical condition?” asked Kirk.

            “Subject recently received severe blow on skull. Damage healing. Some peripheral abnormalities,” reported the computer.

            “Sufficient abnormalities to account for periods of functional amnesia?” asked Kirk.

            “Negative,” declared the computer.

            (Y/N) furrowed their brow. That wasn’t good. Why else would he be having amnesia, then? He certainly didn’t seem to be lying. Everyone else tensed and reacted with similar expressions of surprise.

            “Captain, I don’t see how that can be,” said Bones.

            “Unless Scotty’s lying about his loss of memory,” said Kirk grimly.

            Or something else is causing it, thought (Y/N), thinking of the strange presence they had felt when Sybo conjured it up. They couldn’t feel it now, but it could be disguised without Sybo’s abilities heightening sensitivity and revealing it. (Y/N) seriously doubted Scotty was the evil they had felt, so either they were gravely mistaken about his character or something else was affecting their situation.

            “I’m not lying, Captain,” said Scotty, his anxiety spiking in desperation. “I don’t remember a thing about the first two murders.”

            “Computer, accuracy scan,” said Kirk.

            “Subject relaying accurate account,” announced the computer. “No physiological changes.”

            “Captain,” said Scotty, leaning forward. “I didn’t black out when Mr. Jaris’s wife was killed.”

            “Alright, Scotty,” said Kirk. “Let’s have it.”

            “We were holding hands. When the lights went out, the circle was broken. I heard the poor lady scream, and I was…I was near the head of the table anyway. I went toward her, but…” Scotty trailed off. “There was something in my way.”

            “Something?” asked (Y/N), the memory of the pure hatred flashing through their mind.

            Scotty nodded. “Yeah, something. Cold, like a stinking draft out of a slaughterhouse. But it wasn’t really there. Lika a…If you know what I mean.”

            Kirk nodded to them. “Computer? Is this the truth?”

            “Subject relaying accurate account,” buzzed the computer. “No physiological changes.”

            (Y/N) felt everyone’s nervousness increase in the room, and they shivered as they too recalled the force around them when Sybo had been murdered. “Captain, I felt a presence similar to what Scotty is describing when we performed the ritual with Sybo.”

            Kirk nodded. “Alright. We’ll hit the nail on the head and get an answer from Scotty, and then we’ll know for certain. Scotty, did you kill Sybo?”

            “No, Captain,” said Scotty vehemently. “That I’m sure of.” The computer blinked saying he was telling the truth.

            Hengist scoffed. “He’s been saying that the whole time. It means no more now than it did before.”

            “Scotty, lie to me,” ordered Kirk. “How old are you?”

            “Uh, twenty-two, sir,” said Scotty.

            “Inaccurate, inaccurate. Data in error,” reported the computer.

            Hengist furrowed his brow and sat back. (Y/N) cocked their head. It might still be Sybo’s death messing with their head (it certainly was creating a weird sense of paranoia as their mind separated its health from Sybo’s death. It was slightly confused), but he seemed nervous.

            “After the lights went out, Mr. Scott, who was holding your hand?” asked Kirk.

            “Morla on one side, and you on the other, sir,” said Scotty.

            “But that doesn’t mean anything, Captain,” said Morla indignantly, standing up. “With a room that small, the lights were out. Anyone would have had time to kill the lady.”

            “But I remind you we found Mr. Scott holding her in his arms,” said Hengist. “The knife still in her back and blood on his hands.”

            “The verifier showed that he was telling the truth when he said he didn’t kill her, and (L/N) confirms his story of a presence being in the room with us. They have known Scotty long enough to sense if it was his mind or not with their abilities strengthened by Sybo,” said Kirk.

            “There were two other women murdered,” pointed out Hengist.

            He was intent on getting Scotty arrested. In fact, it aroused some suspicion on (Y/N)’s part. Why wasn’t he doing his job and trying to discover the real perpetrator if Scotty was innocent?

            Kirk sighed. “Mr. Scott, did you kill Kara?”

            “I don’t remember,” said Scotty honestly.

            “Did you kill Lieutenant Tracy?” asked Kirk.

            “I don’t remember,” answered Scotty desperately.

            “Computer, accuracy scan,” ordered Kirk.

            “Subject relaying accurate account,” said the computer. “No physiological changes.”

            “All that proves is that he’s telling the truth when he says he doesn’t remember,” murmured Jaris. Unfortunately, he didn’t have a point.

            “This is a waste of time,” complained Hengist.

            “After we take testimony here, we’ll run a psycho-tricorder analysis of Mr. Scott’s memory as originally planned,” said (Y/N), tiredly. “Then we’ll have all the pieces of the puzzle. Is that enough for you, Mr. Hengist?”

            “Well, if you can convince me that the machine is incapable of error and if it shows he did not kill the women,” said Hengist.

            “There will be no error,” said Spock. “The readings will show the facts.”

            “You can step down now, Mr. Scott, if there are no objections,” said Kirk.

            “I object to the entire procedure,” said Hengist.

            (Y/N) and Spock exchanged glances. Hengist was being irritatingly troublesome. It was bordering on suspicious in both their opinions.

            “Mr. Hengist, we are here on my authority. We will cooperate,” said Jaris scoldingly.

            “Prefect, I know you mean well, but I’ve had experience with this,” insisted Hengist.

            “For the time being,” interrupted Jaris, “we will accept Captain Kirk’s explanation of the machine’s accuracy as factual. I do, however, reserve to myself the right to make the final determination.”

            “We can ask no more,” said Kirk. “Mr. Morla, will you take the stand?” Morla stepped up and sat on the seat. “Where were you at the time that Kara was murdered?”

            “I’m not sure. Walking home, I guess,” said Morla. “I was angry.” He was shameful of his emotions, and his eyes were downcast.

            “Anger is a relative state, sir. Were you angry enough to do violence?” asked Spock calmly.

            “I’ve never done violence in my life,” said Morla. “I don’t think that I could. You’ve got to believe me. I wouldn’t kill her. I couldn’t. I loved her, and she loved me.”

            “That’s not true!” cried Kara’s father. “He might think she loved him, but she didn’t. She told me. He was jealous…all the time.” Morla looked away in shame. “They fought constantly.”

            “Did you kill Lieutenant Tracy?” questioned Kirk.

            “No,” responded Morla.

            “Did you kill Sybo?”

            “No.”

            “Computer, verification scan,” said Kirk.

            “Subject relaying accurate account, though some statements subjective,” responded the computer. “No physiological changes.”

            “Alright, Mr. Morla, I think you can step down now,” said Kirk. He paced before the group. “Sybo and (L/N) spoke of a hunger that never died, something that thrives on fear, terror, death.” He looked at (Y/N). “What if we’re going about it in the wrong way?”

            “(Y/N) most certainly sensed a presence which intended harm,” said Spock. “That is fact.”

            Kirk nodded. “And what did they and Sybo say exactly?”

            “Sybo mentioned a ‘monstrous evil, an ancient terror that devours all life and light,’ ” said (Y/N). They shivered. “And then she named it? I’m not entirely sure, but I know she said, ‘Beratis Kesla Redjac.’ ”

            “Obscure, meaningless words,” said Kirk.

            “To us, perhaps, but the computer may know what they mean,” remarked Spock.

            (Y/N) nodded. “Right.”

            “Computer, linguistic bank,” commanded Spock. “Definition of following word: redjac.”

            “Working…Negative finding,” said the computer.

            (Y/N) furrowed their brow in frustration, and Spock raised an eyebrow. “There is no such word in the linguistics bank?”

            “Affirmative.”

            “Scan other banks,” said (Y/N). “Historical, criminal, personal, all possible relevant topics.” They looked at Spock. “If Sybo was naming it, it wouldn’t have a definition.”

            Spock nodded. “Logical conclusion.”

            The computer buzzed. “Redjac: proper name.”

            Spock looked at (Y/N). “You were correct.”

            “Source, Earth, nineteenth century. Language, English. Nickname for mass murderer of women,” reported the computer. “Other Earth synonym: Jack the Ripper.”

            Kirk furrowed his brow. “Jack the Ripper?”

            “Well, that’s ridiculous,” cried Hengist. “He lived hundreds of years ago.”

            “A man couldn’t survive all these centuries,” said Kara’s father.

            “Just before she died, my wife said, ‘It is a hunger that never dies,’ ” said Jaris.

            “But all men die,” said Kara’s father.

            “Unless Jack the Ripper wasn’t just a man. They never did discover his identity,” remarked (Y/N).

            Spock nodded. “Humans and humanoids make up only a small percentage of the life forms we know of. There are entities possessing extremely long life spans, virtually immortal.”

            “But Sybo said it feeds on death,” said Bones.

            “In the strict scientific sense, Doctor, we all feed on death, even vegetarians,” said Spock.

            “Yes, but it said more than that,” said Bones. “Not just death but fear.”

            “That supports the supposition that the perpetrator isn’t human,” said Spock.

            (Y/N) nodded. “There are species that feed on emotions. I’ve studied them, and there are some Celians who work with such people to ensure they get the emotions they need. Fear in particular is a strong and violent emotion, so it could be strengthening to whatever species we’re dealing with.”

            Spock furrowed his brow slightly and glanced at (Y/N). If this was a creature feeding on fear, their nature as an empath could lure it closer. Their emotions would likely be stronger and more satisfying to the perpetrator of these crimes. It worried Spock that their fear might be a target. They were in danger.

            “Prefect, this has gone on long enough!” cried Hengist. “Someone, uh, some man, has killed three woman. We have the prime suspect on our hands. Are we going to let him go and start chasing ghosts?”

            “No, Mr. Hengist, not ghosts. Probably not human, but not ghosts,” said Kirk. “Mr. Spock, check out the possibilities.”

            “Computer, digest log recordings for past five solar minutes. Correlate hypotheses. Compare with life-forms registered. Question: could such entity, with discussed limits, exist in this galaxy?” asked Spock.

            “The drella of Alpha Carinae V derives nourishment from the emotion of love,” reported the computer. “There is sufficient precedent for existence of creature, nature unknown, which could derive sustenance from the emotion of fear.”

            “Computer, extrapolate most likely composition of such entity,” ordered Spock.

            “To meet the specified requirements, entity would exist without form in conventional sense,” said the computer. “Most probable: mass of energy, a highly-cohesive electromagnetic field.”

            “Could such an entity assume a more physical, humanoid form?” asked (Y/N). They glanced at Spock and Kirk. “It would need to blend in, plus it needs a form to commit the murders.”

            “Affirmative,” buzzed the computer. “Precedent: mellitus, cloud creature of Alpha Majoris I.”

            “Fairytales. Ghosts and goblins,” declared Hengist.

            “No. I’ve seen the mellitus myself,” said Kirk. “In its natural state, it’s gaseous. When it’s at rest, it’s solid. Let’s assume the existence of this creature.”

            “I point out that Jack the Ripper slew at will in the heart of the most populous city of old Earth and, as (Y/N) said, was never identified,” added Spock.

            “Not likely as a human,” said (Y/N).

            “I suggest the possibility of a hypnotic screen, which blinds all but the victim to the presence of the killer,” said Spock.

            “Is that possible?” asked Jaris.

            “Extremely possible,” said Bones. “There are many such examples that exist in nature.”

            “Well, this is fantasy!” cried Hengist, jumping to his feet. The outburst was accompanied by a flare of anxiety that had (Y/N) jolt. “We all know the murderer is sitting right here with us. You’re trying to cloud the issue!”

            “I’m satisfied the course of this investigation is valid enough,” said Jaris. “Please be seated, Mr. Hengist.”

            “Alright, Mr. Spock, Mx. (L/N), what do we have?” asked Kirk. “Creature without form, that feeds on horror and fear, that must assume a physical shape to kill.”

            “And I suspect, preys on women because women may feel the emotion of fear more deeply on average,” added Spock.

            “Computer, criminological files,” said (Y/N). “Report cases of unsolved mass murders of women post Jack the Ripper.”

            “1932, Shanghai, China, Earth. Seven women knifed to death,” reported the computer. “1974, Kiev, USSR, Earth, five women knifed to death. 2105, Martian Colonies, eight women knifed to death. 2156, Heliopolis, Alpha Eridani II, ten women knifed to death. There are additional examples.”

            “Captain, those places are aligned directly between Argelius and Earth,” said Spock.

            “Yes. When man moved out into the galaxy, that thing must have moved with him,” murmured Kirk. “Computer, identify the proper names Kesla and Beratis.”

            “Kesla: name given to unidentified mass murderer of women on planet Deneb II,” said the computer. “Beratis: name given to unidentified mass murderer of women on planet Rigel IV.” (Y/N) cocked their head, something in their memory piquing their interest. “Additional data: murders on Rigel IV occurred one solar year ago.”

            (Y/N) looked at Hengist. Suddenly, it was clear his nervousness was not a product of their paranoia post-Sybo’s death. “You come from Rigel IV.” No, he was worried he was going to be discovered.

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