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CHICAGO FIRE – HANGING ON (S01E05)

Hallie Thomas: Hello?

Matt Casey: Just checking in.

Hallie Thomas: I’m fine…

Really… I should be checking on you.

Matt Casey: Not a care in the world.

Turn here.

Hallie Thomas: Some gang cop breaks into our cars, and you

don’t have a care in the world?

Matt Casey: That’s right. Just another day.

Hallie Thomas: I want it noted for the record that I don’t believe a

word you’re saying.

Matt Casey: Good thing you’re a doctor and not a lawyer, because

I’m just gonna let this blow over. Call you later.

I’ll just be a minute.

Peter Mills: Lieutenant.

[truck door shuts]

Lady 1 (lady on the phone): Sir, um, you can’t go in there. Sir?

[door swings open]

Hank Voight: Listen, I have a visitor. I’ll get back to you.

[receiver clicks]

Matt Casey: Stay away from me.

Hank Voight: Excuse me?

Matt Casey: I’m telling you to back off.

I’m telling you and whatever garbage you have

working under you to stay the hell away from

us.

Hank Voight: Sir, I don’t know what this department did to…

Matt Casey: I mean it.

Hank Voight: Get your ass out of my office before I throw you

through that window.

Matt Casey: The threats don’t work, Voight.

I’m not some scared banger begging for a look the

other way. Know this…I’m not retracting my

statement. Ever.

What, you all afraid of this guy? Huh?

Someone tell me why.

Hank Voight: Alright, come on, get back to work. Show’s over.

(Over radio): Truck 81. Factory accident, Ogden and Ash.

[engine starts]

Matt Casey: Drive.

[truck door shuts]

cutscene

Man 1: He’s over here.

Move out of the way. Move! Move!

Kelly Severide: How we doing?

Victim 1: [panting] I just need some help getting it out.

Kelly Severide: Okay, well, just stay with us.

Christopher Herrmann: The power’s off, it’s locked out. Holy cow.

Mouch: Bone saw.

Gabby Dawson: What do we got?

Leslie Shay: Excuse me.

Kelly Severide: Trapped arm,

Gabby Dawson: How are you feeling?

Victim 1: Not so good to tell you the truth.

Gabby Dawson: [whispers] That’s a lot of blood.

What’s your name, hun?

Victim 1: [clears throat] Garrett.

Gabby Dawson: Garrett, how long you been stuck, hun?

Victim 1 (Garrett): [groans & whimpers] I don’t know.

Gabby Dawson: [yelling] How long’s he been stuck?

Man 1: Going on 15.

Victim 1 (Garrett): [groans]

Firefighter: Here it is.

Leslie Shay: There we go.

Gabby Dawson: Okay, we gotta get him out now.

Kelly Severide: Alright, I loosen it up a little bit.

Victim 1 (Garrett): Good.

Gabby Dawson: Garrett, we’re just gonna put some morphine in

alright? Give us a minute.

Leslie Shay: You good?

Firefighter: Mmhmm.

Leslie Shay: Alright sweetie, I gave you some morphine. You

should feel better soon, okay?

Gabby Dawson: Garrett, we’re gonna try to ease your arm out now,

okay?

Victim 1 (Garrett): [whimpering]

Gabby Dawson: Here we go. One…Two…three.

Victim 1 (Garrett): [screams] No! Stop! I can’t! I can’t!

- Title Screen -

Matt Casey: Gear segments come right off.

Hadley: What do you need?

Matt Casey: Wait. If we get the gears off, we can separate the

casing and travel with it. We need power drills,

¼ inch hex, an Allen key.

Capp: Excuse me, Sir.

Matt Casey: Mills, do the gears.

Capp: Here you go, Lieutenant.

Gabby Dawson: Okay?

Victim 1 (Garrett): [grunting]

God.

Kelly Severide: Let me in.

Peter Mills: Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it.

Matt Casey: Okay.

Victim 1 (Garrett): God!

Matt Casey: Come on.

[drill buzzes]

Victim 1 (Garrett): [groaning]

Kelly Severide: Watch out, buddy.

Come on, Mills.

Support it, support it.

Gabby Dawson: Ready? Gurney’s coming in, guys.

Kelly Severide: Okay.

Hadley: Back up, back up, back up.

Leslie Shay: Behind you.

Peter Mills: Clear?

Firefighter: We’re clear.

Matt Casey: Okay.

Gabby Dawson: You good?

Matt Casey: Take it.

Hadley: Got it.

Victim 1 (Garrett): [screams] Oh God!

Kelly Severide: Watch it, watch it.

Firefighter: Got it, got it.

Leslie Shay: Sit down, sweetie. Sit down. Sit down.

Kelly Severide: Do his legs. Do his legs.

Peter Mills: Just lay down. Lay down.

Victim 1 (Garrett): [groans]

Gabby Dawson: Alright, let’s get him out of here.

Leslie Shay: Casey, Severide, we need you guys. We gotta get this

rig off.

Matt Casey: Yeah.

[train horn blaring]

Victim 1 (Garrett): [groans]

God!

Gabby Dawson: Grab the I.V., set it to 5 millilitres drip.

We need 4x4s to stop this bleeding and call

Lakeshore and tell them…[continues

indistinctly]

Matt Casey: Ugh.

Kelly Severide: You all right?

Matt Casey: I didn’t sleep well.

Gabby Dawson: Hey, let’s go.

[sirens wailing]

Leslie Shay: Possible crush syndrome, gave four of morphine,

heart rate 130, his BP 110 palp, 2 litres of saline.

Victim 1 (Garrett): Call my boss, tell him…tell him that I’ll be there

tomorrow, so don’t worry about… covering my

shift.

Kelly Severide: Dude really loves his job.

Gabby Dawson: Ready on three.

One, two, three.

Victim 1 (Garrett): [screams] Oh, God!

[mumbling]

Nurse 1: He’s out.

Hallie Thomas: Tourniquet’s on.

And we’re ready here.

Matt Casey: Alright, let’s get this thing off.

Okay. This piece should just slide out.

Here. Ready?

Kelly Severide: Yeah.

Matt Casey: Thank you.

Hallie Thomas: Ease his arm.

Matt Casey: There’s two pieces.

Kelly Severide: I’ll grab it. I got it.

Hallie Thomas: Type and cross four units stat. I need

compression. Get him to O.R. five.

Go, go, go.

What a way to start the day.

Matt Casey: Not exactly.

Kelly Severide: Good to see you, Hallie.

Hallie Thomas: You too.

Well?

Matt Casey: Went to the CPD this morning; talked to Voight.

Hallie Thomas: You two talked it out?

Matt Casey: No.

I yelled.

Leslie Shay: Hey.

Kelly Severide: Hey.

Don’t suppose you could point me towards the

Toradol? I might have twisted my shoulder again.

Leslie Shay: You’re dreaming.

Kelly Severide: Alright, don’t point. Just look toward it. I’ll do the

rest.

Leslie Shay: Ugh.

[sighs]

[grunts in frustration]

Hallie Thomas: You don’t have to do it yourself.

Matt Casey: Then who else is gonna do it?

Hallie Thomas: The system…[continues indistinctly]

Leslie Shay: We ready?

Hallie Thomas: I want you to come home to me, Matt.

Gabby Dawson: Whatever.

cutscene

Mouch: So wait, this bioactive refreshment can only be found on

what, Chebeague Island?

Christopher Herrmann: No, genius, it starts there in a natural

spring. They infuse it with the protein

and enzymes after in a laboratory.

Listen, all I know is this kid that I grew up

with is making a mint hocking this stuff.

You should see his status reports on

Facebook or whatnot.

Otis Zvonecek: I’m sure he’s got a brand new Mercedes and a hot

wife.

Christopher Herrmann: Something like that.

Chief Boden: Hey, where’s Casey?

Christopher Herrmann: Guy got his arm buried in a machine,

so he went with Shay and Dawson to

the hospital to unbury it.

Chief Boden: You guys know anything about a visit to the CPD

today?

Otis Zvonecek: Yeah, we made a stop coming back from Caldwell,

said he needed to talk to somebody.

Chief Boden: Okay.

Otis Zvonecek: [gulping] That’s pretty good, actually.

Christopher Herrmann: Yeah, sells itself.

I got plenty more, guys. Drink up.

[chuckling]

cutscene

[water running]

Kelly Severide: You were good under there…with that machine.

Matt Casey: Thanks.

cutscene

Mouch: Dawson.

A little thank you from the paramedics regulatory board for

saving the Madeline girl last month. That’s your copy.

Gabby Dawson: Unbelievable.

[exhales] “This serves as an acknowledgement

that you have read and understood why this

written reprimand was issued.”

Leslie Shay: Dawson, I’ve said it once, I’ll say it again. You did the

right thing, you know that. That girl would have died.

Mouch: Hey, it’s barely a slap on the wrist.

I know Carla over there. I’ll make sure this goes right into

her circular file.

Gabby Dawson: Thanks, Mouch.

Oh, chives in the eggs. My day is getting better

already.

Peter Mills: Thank you. Look.

Gabby Dawson: Hot sauce? Ugh, sorry.

Peter Mills: Lieutenant Casey, you eating?

Matt Casey: No.

Peter Mills: Okay.

Chief Boden: Casey, come with me.

Chief Grogan: The allegations are unfounded.

Chief Boden: Unfounded? I’m sorry, Chief Grogan, this has got

Voight’s name written all over it.

Chief Grogan: There are no witnesses that Detective Voight was

anywhere but on the job Halloween night.

Do you know how many tires got slashed that day?

Chief Boden: 15 years he worked gang unit. You don’t think he’s

got a few locals who can do his dirty work?

Chief Grogan: And that is exactly why we have Internal Affairs and

the A.S.A.’s office investigating. But I gotta tell you,

without a direct link, what do you suggest we do,

Chief Boden?

Chief Boden: I suggest you handle your precinct.

Chief Grogan: Wait just a damn minute.

Chief Boden: My Lieutenant and his fiancée are being harassed.

Don’t you tell me to wait.

Matt Casey: Forget it, Chief. CPD isn’t gonna help.

I’ll do it my own way.

Chief Boden: Casey, no.

Matt Casey: Give me a better alternative.

Something.

Antonio Dawson: I’ll be the primary.

I.A., A.S.A., they got fish frying all over the city.

I’ll take the lead on this.

Chief Grogan: That’s fine by me.

We good here?

Chief Boden: Yeah, we’re good.

cutscene

[phone unlocks, keypad beeping]

Kelly Severide: [grunts] Anna, hey, it’s Kelly Severide. Sorry I

haven’t called you back sooner. I changed

cell phone numbers, and it was a big hassle.

Anyway, look forward to hearing from you.

Um, give me a call back when you have a

chance.

[phone locks]

Kelly Severide: [exhales and inhales sharply]

[alarm sounds, PA buzzes]

Kelly Severide: [sighs]

(Over PA): Squad 3, Truck 94. Construction accident, 6248 South

Francisco.

[sirens wailing, horns honking]

Victim 2: [screams] Help!

Victim 3: I can’t hold him!

Victim 2: Hurry! Help me!

Victim 3: He’s slipping!

Victim 2: I can’t hold out! Help!

Kelly Severide: I’ll need your aerial on the other side of the church.

Do the best you can, we’ll do the rest.

Let’s gear up.

Victim 3: I can’t hold it!

Kelly Severide: Vargas, when they lock it down, have the rope bag

at the ladder ready to go.

Jose Vargas: Got it.

Kelly Severide: Get that truck over there! Let’s go!

[horn blaring]

Victim 3: I can’t…I can’t hold him.

Victim 2: Help! Please!

[chatter on emergency radio]

Kelly Severide: Talk to me.

Victim 3: He’s slipping.

Victim 2: I’m loose!

Kelly Severide: Try to stay still.

Victim 2 & 3: [whimpering & grunting] Hurry!

Kelly Severide: Coming to you. You hold tight now.

Victim 3: I can’t – I can’t hold him!

Victim 2: Help! Please!

[indistinct chatter on radio]

Kelly Severide: Alright, hang on me.

Victim 2: I-I can’t move.

Kelly Severide: Can you reach out with your other arm?

Victim 2: I can’t move it, no.

Victim 3: It’s my fault.

Kelly Severide: It’s alright. Just be calm, okay. We’re gonna get

both of you down.

Victim 2 & 3: [whimpering]

Capp: This blue line’s for you. Gonna hook you up, take you down

first.

Hadley: Line secure!

Kelly Severide: Okay, you can let go of him, we’ve got it.

Victim 2: [grunting]

Capp: No need to push off. Small steps.

Here we go.

Kelly Severide: Keep it steady up there, Hadley.

Victim 3: He told me not to walk along the top, and I didn’t listen.

Kelly Severide: What’s your name?

Victim 3: It’s Ty.

Kelly Severide: All right. Well, hold on, Ty.

Victim 3 (Ty): No, don’t, don’t, don’t! My leg! My leg!

Capp: All the way to the pavement. You’ve got it.

Kelly Severide: Give me your hand.

[creaking]

Hadley: Kelly!

Victim 3 (Ty): [screams] Ahh!

Kelly Severide: Hey, hang on!

Hadley, get that rope up here!

Capp: Doing great, doing great.

(over radio) All clear. Pick it up.

Kelly Severide: Hang on.

Victim 3 (Ty): [groaning]

Kelly Severide: Aah!

[groans] Aah!

Ty, reach up. In my right leg pocket, there’s a knife.

Victim 3 (Ty): I can’t.

Kelly Severide: Ty.

Hey, listen to me. You have to. Gotta lose that

extra weight.

Victim 3 (Ty): [groaning]

Come on.

Ahh!

Kelly Severide: Cut the line.

Watch out below!

[thud]

Kelly Severide: [grunts]

Victim 3 (Ty): [groans]

Kelly Severide: Ty, grab the line. Clamp it to your harness.

Victim 3 (Ty): I got it, I got it, I got it.

Kelly Severide: [yells] Okay, Hadley.

Ty, just slow now the rest of the way, alright?

Hadley: [grunting]

Tony & Capp: I got ya, I got ya.

Victim 3 (Ty): Ah, ah.

Kelly Severide: [silently groaning]

[sirens wailing]

Kelly Severide: [breathing heavily & grunting]

cutscene

Jose Vargas: Hey Lieutenant, just so you know, I’ve completed all

the descent rescue training.

Kelly Severide: When I think you’re ready, you’ll be the first to know.

Jose Vargas: Right, I just didn’t want you to waste…

Kelly Severide: Hey!

Jose Vargas: All your resources.

Kelly Severide: Let it go. I’ve got other things to worry about

besides your career track.

Jose Vargas: [sighs]

Phone Operator: Please leave a message after the tone.

Kelly Severide: Hey, Anna, it’s Kelly again.

Listen, I really need you to call me back. If I don’t

answer, you can just leave me a message. I’ll get

back to you. Thanks.

[sniffs]

[water running]

cutscene

Christopher Herrmann: Red carpet treatment. I like it.

Cindy Herrmann: Mmhmm.

[car door shuts]

Cindy Herrmann: My dad wants to know when he can put his

snow blower back in the garage.

Christopher Herrmann: Oh, yeah?

Cindy Herrmann: Mmhmm.

Christopher Herrmann: Mm.

Cindy Herrmann: Mm.

[kissing sound]

Christopher Herrmann: We’ll be running through that water faster

than a blizzard in December. Trust me.

Cindy Herrmann: Just don’t put too much pressure on this idea,

please?

We’ll be okay.

Christopher Herrmann: We’re getting a house, Cindy. The kids

need their own space. We need our

own space, hmm?

Cindy Herrmann: Mmhmm.

[kissing sound]

Christopher Herrmann: Tell your dad to sell that metal lathe.

There’ll be plenty of room in there.

Cindy Herrmann: Don’t even mention the lathe.

Christopher Herrmann: Your mom uses it as a drying rack.

Cindy Herrmann: Don’t.

[car door shuts]

Christopher Herrmann: Anyone home?

Cindy Herrmann: No.

Christopher Herrmann: [growls]

Cindy Herrmann: Oh! [laughs]

Christopher Herrmann: Get over here!

[door slamming]

cutscene

Matt Casey: [grunting]

[groaning]

Masked Men: [grunting & groaning]

Matt Casey: [grunting]

Hallie Thomas: No cracked ribs. You’re next in line for the CT scan.

Will you sit up for me?

Matt Casey: Yeah [groaning]

Hallie Thomas: I need you to take some deep breaths, okay?

Matt Casey: Okay [breathes deeply]

Hallie Thomas: Again.

Matt Casey: [breathes deeply, raggedly] [groans]

Hallie Thomas: It sounds clear. That’s good.

You can lay back.

Matt Casey: [whimpers]

Chief Boden: Casey, how are you?

Antonio Dawson: So, no faces for these guys? Markings? Anything

distinguishable?

Matt Casey: One of them had a tattoo. Forearm.

Antonio Dawson: Left? Right?

Matt Casey: Left.

Oh, God, maybe right.

Antonio Dawson: Think.

Matt Casey: I am thinking!

Antonio Dawson: [sighs] All right. All right, rest for a few.

Chief Boden: Matt. Matt! Believe me, I know what you’re going

through, and I know what you’re thinking but we

are gonna figure out how to do this the right way.

Do you hear me?

Matt Casey: Yeah.

Chief Boden: Okay.

Okay, talk to me. What are you gonna do?

Antonio Dawson: For starters, we gotta identify at least one of the

attackers.

Christopher Herrmann: Doesn’t matter. It was that Detective

yanking those kids’ strings.

Antonio Dawson: I’m sure it was. But if I can’t connect the hitters

to Voight, and Voight knows this better than

anyone, we don’t have a thing.

Peter Mills: What can we do now, Chief?

Mouch: Well, I’ll tell you what I’d do. Grab a halligan and ring that

son of a bitch’s doorbell.

Chief Boden: You guys, keep your eyes forward, and you stay out

of it. Support your Lieutenant. Have his back, that’s it.

Hallie Thomas: Think the Chief’s right.

Matt Casey: I am not gonna sit back and take it.

Hallie Thomas: I’m not saying that you should. But you make one

wrong decision, and suddenly you’re the bad guy,

and that’s exactly what he wants.

Matt Casey: [ragged breathing]

Hallie Thomas: Promise me you’ll be careful. Promise.

Matt Casey: I promise.

[kissing sound]

cutscene

[razor buzzing]

[door chimes]

Chief Boden: Oh my god, how long’s the wait?

Terrance: [chuckles] What? Did I screw up that do of yours?

Chief Boden: No more than you usually do.

Terrance: Oh, [laughs] now you’re just begging for a long wait.

Chief Boden: [laughs]

Can I see you for a minute?

[razor stops buzzing]

Terrance: Be right back, DJ.

Chief Boden: I got me a problem with a cop. White cop.

Terrance: Not the first time I’ve heard that complaint around here.

Chief Boden: He’s a dirty cop, Terrance. I need me someone who’ll

wear a wire.

Terrance: Dirty white cop.

I’m into it.

cutscene

Kelly Severide: Hey.

[kissing sound]

Anna: I about died when your name came up on my phone.

Kelly Severide: Yeah? Well, I’m glad you didn’t.

Anna: Are you still fighting fires?

Kelly Severide: Yeah, most of the time.

Anna: We were good together. Am I right?

Kelly Severide: Yeah, sure. We had our moments. For a while.

Anna: The coat room at the Drake.

Kelly Severide: Definitely a moment.

I have a favour to ask you, Anna.

Anna: I knew there was gonna be a catch.

I’m staying at the Peninsula. Conference B.S. for the next

three days. Pick a night, and ask me for your favour then.

cutscene

Christopher Herrmann: [sighs]

Otis Zvonecek: What’s up, Herrmann?

Christopher Herrmann: Nada.

Otis Zvonecek: Yeah? You look like your dog just died.

Christopher Herrmann: That’s just insensitive.

Alright, look, it’s just when I…

Hey, Lieutenant.

Mouch: You should take a few more days, Casey. Well within your

rights.

Matt Casey: Eh, I’d just be staring at the ceiling. I’m going to look

at mugshots.

Antonio Dawson: Speaking of, where do you wanna do this?

The guys who assaulted you have a record,

guaranteed. Means they’ve been processed,

and we have those tats on file. See if you can

recall one of those.

Matt Casey: [grunts]

Gabby Dawson: Oh, sorry to interrupt. I’m just grabbing my stuff.

[whispers] Hey, any progress?

Antonio Dawson: We’ll get there. Unless you got a magic wand on

you.

GabbyDawson: [laughs]

[phone rings]

Matt Casey: I gotta…[grunts] I gotta take it.

Hi.

Hallie Thomas: I, um, I’m just holding to our agreement.

I’m checking in with you. You okay?

Matt Casey: Just looking at photographs of tattoos.

Hallie Thomas: You never know.

Matt Casey: That’s right.

Hallie Thomas: I love you.

Matt Casey: I love you too.

Gabby Dawson: [sighs]

Hallie Thomas: Do this the right way, or I may have to come down

there.

Matt Casey: [chuckles]

So maybe the right way isn’t so right.

Hallie Thomas: Maybe not.

[alarm sounds, PA buzzes]

(Over PA): Ambulance 61, head injury. Northwest corner of Hyde

Park.

Gabby Dawson: Gotta go.

Antonio Dawson: Go get ‘em.

Gabby Dawson: Mmhmm.

cutscene

Leslie Shay: What’s his name?

Teen 1: What the hell difference does it make? His name’s Vince.

Fix him.

Leslie Shay: Vince, can you hear me?

All right, if you can hear me, don’t move, blink twice.

Gabby Dawson: C-collar.

Leslie Shay: Yeah.

Teen 1: How long are you gonna leave him lying there? Get him in

the damn ambulance already!

Gabby Dawson: What happened?

Teen 1: We rode it off down this ramp, we flipped, he hit first.

Gabby Dawson: You on something, huh? What are you on?

Teen 1: You need to shut up. Fix him, not me.

Gabby Dawson: Come on.

Here we go. On three. One, two, three.

Gabby Dawson: We’ll see you at the hospital. Lakeshore.

Teen 1: I’m going with him.

Gabby Dawson: No you’re not.

Teen 1: This ain’t up to you lady.

[groans]

Gabby Dawson: On behalf of the Paramedics Association of

America, I offer my sincerest apologies for

the forceful actions I exhibited here today.

[engine starts]

[onlookers laughing]

[sirens blares]

cutscene

[moaning]

Anna: My God I missed that.

[exhales deeply]

Kelly Severide: I need a favour, Anna.

Anna: Can we just order a little room service first?

Kelly Severide: You asked me to meet you here, and I did.

Anna: Fine, go ahead. You want a favour, let’s hear it.

Kelly Severide: I need something…okay? Something strong.

cutscene

Gabby Dawson: Ah! Whoo.

Peter Mills: What is that?

Gabby Dawson: This is my leftovers. Chicken mac and cheese.

Whoa! Hey!

Peter Mills: No, no, no. That smell, I can’t be held responsible.

Gabby Dawson: [scoffs]

Peter Mills: Where’d you get this?

Gabby Dawson: Oh, screw you, Mills. I made it.

Peter Mills: Okay, well, name the ingredients.

Gabby Dawson: [laughs] I’m not gonna tell you that. It’s handed

down from my grandmother – hey! It’s a secret.

Peter Mills: I will figure it out.

Gabby Dawson: Many have tried, young Peter Mills. All have failed.

Peter Mills: Come on! Let me get one more bite at least.

Christopher Herrmann: (on phone) What? Wha…you accepted the

shipment?

No, it-it’s okay. Just don’t open any of

them. I’ll deal with it when I get back.

Thank you.

In-laws are single-handedly cutting my life

expectancy in half.

Otis Zvonecek: What is going on with you?

Christopher Herrmann: [sighs] Just hanging on for dear life.

Otis Zvonecek: Spill it.

Christopher Herrmann: I have cases of this damned energy water

sitting in my in-laws’ garage, and I’m

never gonna be able to off-load. I’m in for

a grand already, and they just keep

coming. They call it multi-level marketing,

but it’s a pyramid scheme.

And I don’t know what I’m gonna tell

Cindy.

Otis Zvonecek: So return it.

Christopher Herrmann: It’s non-refundable.

Otis Zvonecek: Non-refundable is a word made up by lawyers.

Christopher Herrmann: I signed a contract.

Otis Zvonecek: Give me the number.

cutscene

Gabby Dawson: That is absurd!

Well, then, fine. I guess you’ll know where to find

me.

On the job!

Leslie Shay: What was all that about?

Gabby Dawson: That frat kid, he filed a complaint with the city.

Leslie Shay: Oh, the kid’s just embarrassed. No way he’ll ever

follow through on that.

Gabby Dawson: Well, he just did, Shay.

Leslie Shay: Well, that’s ridiculous, and screw them.

You know I would have done the same thing.

Gabby Dawson: Well, you didn’t. I did.

And…that makes two, for everyone keeping score.

County said that they could suspend me this time.

[alarm sounds, PA buzzes]

(Over PA): Ambulance 61, Altered mental status. West Madison

Street.

Chief Boden: Dawson, I rerouted that call to 34.

Dawson, I need to see you.

Come on.

Gabby Dawson: Reckless infliction of emotional distress? Are you

kidding me?

Chief Hatcher: You have a bit of a track record lately, wouldn’t you

say?

Mouch: Apples and oranges.

Gabby Dawson: Except both involve me saving a life; which I did.

Chief Hatcher: Both involve violations in a very short time span.

Mouch: But…

Gabby Dawson: That…

Mouch: This isn’t enough to warrant suspension, Chief. No way.

Chief Hatcher: Well, be ready for the possibility. And be absolutely

certain that your memory of the event is accurate to

the best of your knowledge.

Gabby Dawson: Like what? That I kicked the belligerent jackass

with one foot or two?

Chief Boden: Is there a date set for this hearing?

Chief Hatcher: Not at the moment.

Mouch: There won’t be one, Chief. This will be a written warning

just like the other. One call.

[phone rings]

Chief Boden: Well, whatever you need to do. You take care of this.

Gabby Dawson: [sighs]

Mouch: [whispers] It’s fine.

Chief Boden: I have someone.

I know a guy who lives in Voight’s neighbourhood

who knows a kid who’s willing to wear a wire.

We’re gonna meet him at the end of the shift.

cutscene

[siren wails]

[indistinct radio chatter]

[car door shuts]

Hank Voight: Evening, ma’am. Got you rolling through a stop back

there.

Hallie Thomas: What stop?

Hank Voight: I can let it go with a warning this time.

Just do me a favour. Talk some sense into your man.

Hallie Thomas: Excuse me?

Hank Voight: I’d really hate to see things get uglier than they

already are.

Thank you, Hallie. Have a good night.

cutscene

Chief Boden: So what’s the process here?

Antonio Dawson: If the kid’s willing to go on tape, we’ll set up a

sting.

[phone rings]

Matt Casey: Hey baby.

What’s wrong? Everything all right?

I get it. Just why didn’t you call me last night when it

happened?

[car door shuts]

cutscene

Otis Zvonecek: Manager.

Man-a-ger.

Speak…to…manager.

Yes.

cutscene

Leslie Shay: Come on, let’s get out of here.

Where do you…where do you wanna go? Someplace

loud? We can go to Jenson’s? They have good

music. Wanna go someplace quiet, get coffee?

Library maybe? Want to peruse a novel or flip

through some microfilm? [chuckles] Do they

even make microfilm anymore?

Gabby Dawson: I think I already have a plan.

Leslie Shay: Yeah? What?

Gabby Dawson: I’m gonna cook.

cutscene

Otis Zvonecek: (sighs) Well, the terms of the note are

misrepresented.

Why, yes, I am an attorney. Are you?

Christopher Herrmann: [whispers] No…[continues indistinctly]

Otis Zvonecek: Oh, you’re in marketing. Perfect. So you should

know that the basic premise of a pyramid

scheme was found to be illegal in accordance

with the case of Landers versus Holcroft 1985.

Christopher Herrmann: [mouthing] Stop it…

Otis Zvonecek: And so, if you are illegally refusing my client’s rights

on page one, trust me, [chuckles] it’s not getting

any better on pages 10, 11, or 12, guaranteed.

I-I-I do this for a living, sir. All it’s gonna cost me

are the filing fees.

That’s right. Small claims, better business bureau.

I can turn this into a real, three-ring circus and not

lose a minute of sleep.

Christopher Herrmann: [mouthing] Don’t. Stop it.

Otis Zvonecek: I am gonna drain your pockets of 10 grand so fast,

all the fake energy water in the world won’t

rehydrate them.

Christopher Herrmann: [sighs]

Otis Zvonecek: Uh, huh. Yes.

Overnight it, please.

They wanna know where to send the refund.

Non-refundable [chuckles]

Christopher Herrmann: Hello? Yeah.

cutscene

Kelly Severide: You seen Vargas?

Hadley: Yeah, he’s heading in. Oh hey, you got a phone call a few

minutes ago, by the way. Some woman, name was Anna?

Kelly Severide: Oh, okay, thanks.

Hey Vargas, grab your rappelling gear.

Jose Vargas: What? Shift’s ending.

Kelly Severide: You heard me.

cutscene

[train passing]

Terrance: This is Darell.

Chief Boden: This is Detective Dawson.

Antonio Dawson: What have you got for us, kid?

Darell: Voight bad, man. Whole West Side up and down know to

step back.

Antonio Dawson: You done favours for him?

Darell: Yeah. Hell, enough to get tight.

Antonio Dawson: Yeah? What’s he told you?

Darell: Mess with the lady, expect a payday. But go after you?

He said he’s take care of all of us. “Anything you need,”

he said. ‘Get out of jail free’ passes for me and some

others.

Matt Casey: So you’ll wear a wire?

Darell: Hell, yeah.

Antonio Dawson: When did Voight reach out last?

Darell: Two weeks ago.

Matt Casey: Two weeks?

Darell: Maybe a week.

Matt Casey: Which is it?

Darell: A week then.

Antonio Dawson: Ay-yi-yi.

Darell: Whatever you want it to be, you tell me.

Matt Casey: This guy’s full of it.

Darell: Look, I get paid, I get you what you want. Everybody makes

out. Problems go away. It’s capitalism man.

Chief Boden: Get the hell out of here.

Darell: It ain’t gotta be like that.

Chief Boden: I said get the hell out.

Darell: Right.

Terrance: I thought he was legit.

Chief Boden: Casey!

cutscene

Gabby Dawson: Sorry for the wait, Peter Mills.

Bon appetit.

Peter Mills: Thank you.

[sniffs] So good.

Gabby Dawson: Good luck.

Peter Mills: Yeah?

Mmm. Chicken…rotisserie?

Gabby Dawson: Mmhmm.

Peter Mills: Bacon, red peppers, sweet onions, a tablespoon of

butter?

Gabby Dawson: Mmhmm.

Peter Mills: Uh huh. Uh, oil…olive oil.

Gabby Dawson: Yeah.

Peter Mills: Uh…[sniffs]

Gruyere cheese?

Gabby Dawson: Yeah.

Peter Mills: Yeah?

Gabby Dawson: And parmesan…

Peter Mills: No, please don’t spot me. I can get it.

Gabby Dawson: I gotta spot you ‘cause you’re not gonna get it.

Peter Mills: What won’t I get? What am I missing?

Gabby Dawson: The thing that makes it a family secret.

Peter Mills: Ah.

Gabby Dawson: Ah.

Peter Mills: Tell me what it is.

Gabby Dawson: No [chuckles]

Peter Mills: Look, I will tell my mom to put it on the menu

tomorrow.

Gabby Dawson: [laughs]

Peter Mills: We can call it “Grandma Dawson’s mac and cheese.”

Come on.

Gabby Dawson: Another one bites the dust.

Peter Mills: Ah.

Gabby Dawson: Oh. Bam.

Peter Mills: [chuckles]

Gabby Dawson: [laughs]

Peter Mills: All right.

[sniffs]

Nutmeg.

Gabby Dawson: Nobody ever gets that. Ever.

Peter Mills: Ooh!

Yes, yes!

Gabby Dawson: [laughs] How did you do that?

You are lucky.

Peter Mills: Nobody but me, baby.

Gabby Dawson: Oh my God [laughs]

[phone rings]

Gabby Dawson: That’s just…that’s friggin’ luck.

Peter Mills: That is talent. That is all that is.

Gabby Dawson: One sec.

Mouch, what do you know?

Mouch: Yeah I’ve got bad news. They’ve scheduled a hearing.

I tried like hell to fight it off, but that’s the way it stands.

I’ll call you later with more.

Gabby Dawson: Mills, where do you keep the liquor?

cutscene

Capp: There he is.

Kelly Severide: And time!

6:42, ladies. He obliterated your old time.

Hadley: [laughs]

Kelly Severide: Get up here.

Capp: I’m not helping his ass up here.

Jose Vargas: [exhales]

Kelly Severide: Now sit your ass down, Vargas. You earned it.

Jose Vargas: [panting]

Kelly Severide: Welcome to the squad.

Jose Vargas: [sighs] Before breakfast?

Kelly Severide: After shift.

[cans clinking]

Kelly Severide: Have a seat.

Jose Vargas: [groans & panting]

Hadley: Did you ever call Anna back?

Kelly Severide: Nah.

Hadley: Oh, now I remember.

Anna. Yeah, she was a pharmaceutical rep or something

like that.

Kelly Severide: Was she? I don’t…We never talked.

cutscene

[train passing]

Anna: I know I shouldn’t have called the firehouse.

Here.

Kelly Severide: Thank you.

Anna: Be careful with these. Take them only when necessary.

Kelly Severide: I will.

Anna: I’m in town two more days.

Kelly Severide: Cool. I’ll let you know.

[train passing]

[car door shut]

[engine roars]

cutscene

[cell phone vibrating]

[car door shuts]

Chief Boden: What?

Give it to me.

I’m only gonna tell you one more time, Casey.

Give it to me.

Go on and get out of here.

Go home.

[engine starts]

- end -

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areyoureadyforsomemeatballz · 6 years ago

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Happy Campers

Summary: Your childhood best friend decides to purchase the summer camp you went to as children on a whim. After losing your job and fiancé she offers you a job at the camp for the summer as an escape.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (eventually)

Word Count: 1340

Warnings: Swearing. Brief mentions of murder and a controlling partner.

It was sweltering in New York City. If meteorologists were to be believed it was gearing up to be the hottest summer on record. The city you usually loved smelled like hot garbage, plunging you into an even worse mood. You bustle out of your office building onto the scorching streets, your arms full of the odds and ends that usually fill your now-vacant office. The thought of getting on to the subway made your skin crawl and made the executive decision to get a Lyft back to your apartment.

As the car pulls up the lanky man behind the wheel throws the car into park and rushes out to help you with your belongings. “Do you have anything else I can help you with, ma’am?”

“No, thank you for offering,” you say, his genuine desire to help brightens your sour mood, “Most drivers aren’t so eager to help, you fishing for a good review?”

He beams at this. “No ma’am, I used to be a cab driver. I guess I’m just used to doing as much as I can for my customers. But a good review would be much appreciated. It also looks as if you’ve had a rough day.”

“Rough week more like it, I broke off my engagement on Monday and just lost my job. Jesus, what is it about cab drivers that make it feel like you can spill your guts?”

“That is a saying, right? Taxi cabs being like confessionals and all that,” he replies, as he weaves in and out of traffic.

You let out an affirmative hum and lean your head against the window. Your eyes slip closed as you try not to focus on the storm that is threatening every aspect of your life.

The driver glances at you in the rear-view mirror and breaks the comfortable silence. “Love can be tricky and careers never seem to pan out as we planned, take it from me. I tried to win the heart of the love of my life. Only to have her snatched away by my cousin.”

“Damn, that’s some Shakespearian shit. I guess I’m not the only one with problems. Sorry I don’t have any cab confessional appropriate advice.”

Coming to a stop he turns around to face you. “It is so Shakespearian, Bantu is the Paris to my Romeo. He is as dishonorable as he is attractive. I’m curious- what is your inappropriate advice?”

“The childish thing to do would be to break them apart. Sticking with our Shakespeare theme the only option would be kidnapping. Maybe murder for that matter,” you say, laughing as he nods along.

“Then I could dump his carcass on Gita’s doorstep. Although that may not win me any brownie points and feels more Al Capone than Shakespeare.”

Your laughter peals throughout the car as he pulls to a stop in front of your building. “I would advise against that, but honestly maybe just tell her how you feel. She might surprise you and at least you won’t have any regrets,” you say sincerely as you step out of the car.

He rolls down the passenger side window and calls out to you. “Miss, you should consider being a cab driver if nothing else works out for you because that was solid cab advice. Have a nice night. I’m sure things turn in your favor very soon.”

Your smiling as his car pulls away from the curb and glance down at your phone, the Lyft app still open. What a strange guy, you think, but Dopinder deserves a good review.

******

Upstairs in your apartment, you peel off your pantsuit and pumps and rinse off in the shower before throwing on your favorite pair of threadbare sleep shorts and a tank top. It is too hot to even consider cooking and you pick up your phone to order out. You notice a string of texts from your best friend and open your messages.

NATASHA: Me and Wands are in the city tonight. We’ll be over in 30 and then we can all go out for drinks

You sigh and check the time, noticing that they would be at your apartment in 15 minutes.

YOU: I had a shit day, bring wine and pizza. I’m not going out

NATASHA: You got it, dude. we haven’t had a whine and wine night in too long

YOU: Thanks babes. tonight’s going to be a real doozy

NATASHA: Yikes I’ll get an extra bottle

******

Natasha and Wanda let themselves into your place, their arms were laden with wine and junk food.

“Holy fuck,” Nat exclaims, glancing around at the changes in your apartment, “Numb-nuts is really gone. You are officially a free woman.”

After the break-up, you kept your and Brock’s shared apartment and had made some drastic changes. Not only was all ‘his’ furniture gone, but any memento that reminded you of him. Which left most of the space bare.

“We should be out celebrating,” Wanda added, glancing at the remains of your office piled up on the entry table as she poured each of you a glass of wine.

It wasn’t a surprise to you that your friends had hated your fiancé and after years of them complaining about him you had finally opened your eyes. You had met Brock in college and marriage had seemed like the next logical step in your relationship. He had slowly become more controlling and jealous, to the point where you had stopped spending time with people to placate him. The final straw had been him getting drunk at an office party and accusing you of cheating with one of your co-workers, Austin, who was happily married.

“What brings you two into the city?” you question, hoping to distract them for the time being.

Natasha raises a perfectly manicured eyebrow at you. “We’re here to pick up Steve, Sam and a few supplies to get the camp up and running.”

You smile, grateful that Natasha is playing along and keeping the focus off you. “Oh, that’s right! School is out in the next couple of weeks. Do you guys have everything ready?”

“We’re just putting some finishing touches on the cabins. You should come check the place out, it looks better than it did when we used to go.”

Your friends had purchased the summer camp that you had frequented as teenagers after the owners had decided to retire. They had decided that they couldn’t bear to have the camp demolished and decided to renovate it so that future generations would be able to enjoy it. Some of your best memories had been made at Camp Cranberry Lake, from your first kiss to deciding where you would go to college. Your unbreakable bond with Nat and Wanda had been forged there. You were happy that the camp would live on in their capable hands.

“I got fired today,” you blurt, unable to keep your emotions in any longer.

“Yeah, we kinda noticed the boxes when we came in,” Nat retorted.

Wanda reached over and pinched Nat’s thigh. “Natasha! Be gentle with her.”

“We’ve never been gentle with each other before. Besides, Y/N this is a good thing.”

Your posture stiffened and you glanced at Natasha. “Dear Natty, please enlighten me how losing my only source of income is a good thing. I mean for fuck’s sake how am I going to afford rent?”

“There’s no rent at Camp Cranberry Lake, you losing your job gives you the perfect reason to come back with us,” Natasha declared while beaming at the two of you.

Wanda’s eyes light up at the suggestion. “I didn’t even think about that! Y/N, you could just come for a few weeks and help with the last of the renovations. Or you could stay on through the summer. It- it’ll be great everybody’s up there helping out, the whole old grou-”

Natasha shoots Wanda a pointed look cutting her short. “What do you say?”

You look around your gloomy apartment and then back to your friends.

“I’m in.”

Part Two

#Happy Campers #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #alternate universe #bucky barnes x reader #reader insert #marvel fanfiction

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moczothe1st · 6 years ago

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Let’s Play Fire Emblem IV: Genealogy of the Holy War, Part 15: The Kids are All Right

Part 14

Welcome back to Fire Emblem IV. When we last met, you may recall the entire world went to shit. Before we get into too much of anything, let’s see the aftermath play out.

SPOILERS AHEAD, SERIOUSLY READ PART 14 FIRST.

Just as he had planned, this left Arvis as the sole ruling power of the kingdom.

and so Arvis unified all Jugdral under Grannvale’s rule. With overwhelming support from his subjects, Arvis thus became the first Emperor of the Grannvale Empire.

Seventeen years have passed since the battle of Belhalla.

Now struggle under his oppressive, dictatorial rule. Across Jugdral, in the other realms now dominated by Grannvale, their people have been reduced to living as little more than slaves to the Empire’s whims.

(Oh hey look, the evil alliance with the priests of the Dark Lord didn’t produce that utopia after all. How weird.)

Just like his late father, Duke Langbalt. While he lives an indulgent life at the Rivough palace, the people are treated as little more than slave labor.

(And they’re handsome, so they aren’t pure evil. They are, however, pretty awful as we’ll be seeing. Also a pair of total morons, but that’s nothing new.)

Under their rule, Isaach knows no freedom. However, one last hope remains for Isaach. Tirnanog, an isolated village in the kingdom’s far north…

(Damn, Shanan grew up to be a black-haired Sephiroth!)

whose strength grows with each passing day. Among these proud, young warriors is a young man, dubbed “The Scion of Light” by the people of Isaach and revered as the rightful prince of the Grannvale Empire.

Danaan: Shanan and his rebel ilk are growing stronger by the day, and now they hamper us at every turn! And as if that weren’t enough, they harbor the spawn of Sigurd the Traitor! The very existence of this scum utterly defiles my authority over the Isaachian throne! How do you expect me to explain this sorry state to His Imperial Majesty?!

Harold: A thousand apologies, your highness, but everything is already under control. The rebel hideout has been found, and even as we speak an army is on its way to crush them. Those vile rats have nowhere else to run! By sundown, not a single rebel will still be breathing.

Danaan: Hm. Very well. But be warned, Harold. Don’t even think of underestimating them. Most of the rebels are too young to pose a threat, but they still have Oifey and Shanan. Those two alone are extremely dangerous. Dismissing them would be a fatal mistake .

(And I bet that is a sentence you never expected to hear during the first generation.)

Harold: Yes, sir, I’m aware. But I’ve already had Tirnanog, the rebel hideout, surveyed in secret, and neither are anywhere in sight. It’s safe to assume them currently absent, sir.

Danaan: WHAT?! Then why are we still talking about this?! Send the order to move in immediately! The people of Isaach are treating these rebels like some kind of heroes of freedom… but it’s time they learned the error of their ways! Kill them! All of them! I’ll be returning to Rivough. I expect nothing but good news!

Beautiful Man #452: A brigade’s set out from Geneishire and they seem to be headed our way.

(Gee, I wonder whose daughter she is.)

Ayra 2.0: Let them come, I say! It only makes the battle easier for us! It’ll be simple to just walk right over to Ganeishire and pick them off as we go!

Ulster: You’ve gotta be kidding! Prince Shanan’s still off trying to find the Yied Shrine, and Oifey and the others aren’t back yet. It’s just us two against an entire army! Surely, even you can’t think this’ll end well!

Ayra 2, The Astra Continues: I don’t care! You can sit here and be scared witless if you want, but I’m not letting a chance like this pass! The prince still treats us like helpless children, but come one! We’ve had more than enough training! We’re ready for real action!

Ulster: But…

The Aympire Strikes Back: I’m… I’m NOT gonna run away anymore! I’m sick to death of sitting here while those monsters butcher our friends! Or worse… the empire’s thugs are still out there, snagging every girl they see… If Prince Shanan hadn’t come for me that day, I’d be just another one of them. Dead, or wishing I was… I won’t forgive or forget their pain!

Ulster: No, that’s not it, Larcei… You’re right, it’s horrible, but…

Seliph: Most likely, I assume Shanan would have given you strict orders to keep me safe. After all, if he hadn’t, you’d already be out there in the fray! To not be thirsting for a good fight just isn’t the Ulster I know.

Larcei: Oh… that’s… that’s right. Sorry, sir. I was hoping we didn’t have to involve you…

Seliph: I’m no child anymore either, Larcei. If you two plan to fight, I plan to fight by your side. There’s more at stake today than only the resistance. What of Tirnanog? We owe so much to its people. I refuse to abandon them at such a critical hour!

Ulster: But…

Seliph: We’ve no time to waste debating this! Lana, stay behind and help the citizens. We’ll engage the foe in the western gully.

Lana: This is my fight too! You won’t convince me anymore than you could convince Larcei! Every day I think the Empire can’t get any more cruel, and every day I’m proven wrong. They prey on the weak and vulnerable as if snuffing out their lives is a game to them… I can’t sit quietly and accept it! I may not be able to fight, but I’ve my own way of defending everyone!

Seliph: Hm… my apologies, Lana. You are absolutely right: the battle for Isaach’s freedom rests upon all of us. Very well, we shall all go together! How this will turn out, I cannot say…

(Well, it can’t go worse than when your father tried it with his three buddies. … Not a challenge, game.)

Seliph: But we owe it to all of Isaach to give this battle no less than our best.

Lana: Yes, Milord! And, er…. Sorry. I shouldn’t have spoken so brashly.

Seliph: Ha! You’ve nothing to apologize for. Now Ulster, Larcei, Lana… the time has come. Move out!

And here we go.

The game tries to trick you into thinking it’s called ‘Genealogy’ because of the importance of the Crusader’s bloodlines, but that’s only half the story. This is also the first Fire Emblem game to feature a second generation, determined by the Lover bonds you made between the units in your first generation. It’s a revolutionary mechanic that would later be picked up on by modern ultra-popular games Awakening and Fates, and…

God, it’s so badly done. It really is.

The thing is, the game never tells you the second-generation inheritance mechanics exist, or how they work. It never even tells you how to get two first-generation units to hook up, though that’s easy enough to work out (‘Have them stand next to each other a lot’). The only hints you get are from villages in the battle of Belhalla map, by which point it’s already far too late to really fine-tune anything. Basically it’s a situation where you either already know what you want to do going into the game (like me) or you get screwed (like me during my first playthrough when I was playing blind).

And the thing is, this is important. It’s not a minor detail, it affects your entire army for the whole second half of the game. Marry off the wrong people, or god forbid don’t marry anyone at all, and you can end up hamstringing yourself pretty severely. The general mechanics are as follows:

1) Every female character in the army will have two children if they have been paired up with a male character. The only automatic pairings are Sigurd/Deirdre and Quan/Ethlyn. They will have one male child and one female child. The characters are determined by mother only; Ayra will always have Larcei and Ulster no matter who she marries, for example. The father will affect their stats and abilities as listed below.

2) Children will inherit a small boost to their starting stats, based on their parents’ final stats at the end of chapter five.

3) The children will have the same growth rates as their same-gendered parent, boosted by +50% of their opposite gendered parents growth rates. They also inherit Holy Blood; if one of the parents has Major Blood, then the child of their gender will get that while the opposite-gendered child gets Minor. For example, Seliph has Sigurd’s Major Baldur Blood, but also inherits Minor Naga Blood from Deirdre. Unfortunately, most of Deirdre’s growths are hot garbage so his physical growths aren’t much better than Sigurd’s, but he does get a fairly impressive 30% Resistance growth thanks to her, so he’ll end up a much better mage-killer than his dad, and thanks to his combination of Holy Bloods he gets a 140% HP growth rate. This means he’s guaranteed to gain health every level, and has a 40% chance to gain two HP instead of one.

4) Children will inherit any items they can use from the inventory of their same-gendered parents. For example: Larcei and Ulster are Ayra and Jamke’s kids. Larcei inherits Ayra’s gear, and since she can use anything Ayra can, she gets it all. Ulster, by contrast, doesn’t inherit any weapons because he can’t use Jamke’s bows, but he does inherit the two rings that Jamke was wearing, the Renewal Band and the Leg Ring. Items that could not be inherited will show up later, either in the shops or as droppable items off enemy soldiers. (Seliph does not inherit Tyrfing, because of story reasons, but he does inherit all of Sigurd’s other gear. Somehow). They also inherit a portion of their parents’ combined gold supplies.

5) Children will inherit the combined skills of both parents. This is where it starts to get ridiculous, because some of those abilities you probably remember as absurd gamebreakers: Both of Ayra’s kids here inherit her already bonkers skillset of Pursuit, Nihil, and Astra, but they also pick up Adept and Accost from Jamke. This means they have three different ways to double-attack and any one of them can also proc Astra, turning them into basically living chainsaws. The one caveat to remember is that for some reason, Astra, Sol, and Luna can only be inherited by non-mounted characters who use swords. No, the game won’t tell you ahead of time which characters have such children. Why do you ask?

Fun, right? And of course, if a female character doesn’t get married or dies before Chapter 5, then instead of her children you get a pair of substitute characters who will be the same (or very similar) class, but have much different skills, abilities, and stats… most typically ones that are markedly inferior. Though admittedly not always (In particular, a lot of veteran players will tell you the replacement children for Sylvia are better than her actual kids, no matter who their dad is. But I swore I would get them all and I keep my goddamn promises). The much bigger problem with them is that they don’t inherit the items. This is just an inconvenience in most cases, since as mentioned above those items will reappear… but in the case of the Holy Weapons, they’re gone forever since the bloodline that could use them has died out. If Bridget doesn’t get married? Yewfelle is really no-take-backsies lost forever. Same with Lewyn’s Forseti and Claude’s Valkyrie. And to make matters worse, those two idiots have to marry someone who has a son that uses the right weapon type, and the game never tells you who that might be. Lewyn gets off easy: The game pushes him at both Erin and Sylvia, each of whom will have a kid that can use Forseti (though Sylvia… makes it very complicated on you). But Claude… the game pushes him at Taillte when he first joins, and while her son will inherit Claude’s Holy Blood he cannot. Use. Staves.

FUN, RIGHT?!

*sigh*

Well. Now that that’s done, let’s take a look at what we’ve actually got to work with for this map.

Meet Seliph, our new Lord. He’s not bad, though he won’t be his dad’s equal for awhile; the Silver Sword is only a few kills away from being upgraded to gain the Critical skill, which will help him out a lot. I also… discretely ensured Sigurd had the Paragon Band, so he’ll level up quickly to make up for the fact he’s generally our weakest fighter right now. Unfortunately, he gets hurt a little in his base stats because Deirdre’s aren’t typically great except for Magic and Resistance, and Sigurd’s are so awful that Seliph will always start out low on them regardless. For Holy Blood he has Major Baldur and Minor Naga, giving him an impressive total of +50% to HP growth, and +20% each to Strength, Magic, Skill, Luck, and Resistance. So he may start slow, but unless we get really unlucky he’ll pick up fast.

Larcei and Ulster get combined into one entry since barring the fact Larcei has more Skill and Ulster has more luck, they’re identical at the moment. Which is to say amazing. Five very good skills, solid physical stats across the board, and Minor Odo Blood (+20%HP, +30% Skill). The only real reason Larcei is better at the moment is that she inherited her mom’s swords. These two could clear the map by themselves.

And finally, Lana, Aideen and Midir’s daughter. She’s one of the kids who is almost impossible to screw up; Aideen by herself has perfectly good stats and growths for a Priest, so anyone she marries will just be icing on Lana’s perfectly good healer cake. In her case, Aideen’s phenomenal growth in Part 1 means she starts off with unusually good base stats for a level one healer, and she already has access to several great staves (though that Physic staff will need repaired soon, dammit I should have done that last chapter). She inherited Pursuit and Accost as skills from Midir, but she won’t be able to use them until she promotes and can fight; when she does, she’ll be even better in combat than her mom was. And of course, she’s still got Mom’s Minor Ullur Blood for +20% HP and +30% luck growths… and for skill in the bows that she still will never be able to use.

Now then… TO WAR!

….

Oh, there’s no enemy units in range.

Now then… TO MOVE INTO THE MOVEMENT RANGE OF WAR!

End turn.

Not to give you an inferiority complex, bro, but your dad would have killed that guy in his first map. Though, in point of fact, this isn’t so bad; he has the Paragon band, he doesn’t really need kills to get experience yet. It’s better to use him as a decoy for now and let Ulster and Larcei mop up after him.

Like so. This strategy in mind, I move Seliph forward as far as he can manage, into the range of a few other units, and leave the others hanging slightly back. Nobody has been damaged yet, so Lana sits there looking cute. End turn!

Dammit, one was close enough to go for Larcei. I should have checked before I moved her. Ah well, plenty to go around, we’re outnumbered like twenty-five to four.

Ooooh, make that twenty-five to seven. Three new dudes pop in when our turn starts, and they have horses!

Blue Hair #76: I hope everyone’s doing all right…

Blondie: What if Lana’s gone and gotten herself mixed up in the fighting? She can’t defend herself at all if she’s out in the open like this?

(“GEE, THANKS FOR ASSUAGING MY FEARS, YOU ARE SUCH A GOOD FRIEND.”)

Blondie: Sir, we should hurry back. The sooner we get back to Lord Seliph’s side, the better.

Porn Stache: Indeed. Come, Dermott! Lester! The battlefield awaits us!

Well then. Let’s take a look at our new arrivals. First we have…

That’s right, it’s Oifey! Our little tactician dude from part one has grown up into a pre-promote with a fantastic moustache for part two. And he is, in fact, not terrible. His stats are perfectly fine and he comes with two good skills, Critical and Pursuit. He comes in at level 15 while the rest of the army is at level 1, however, which is the game’s subtle way of telling you to only use him for emergencies; he will get virtually no experience for killing anything in the first few chapters. Oifey is what FE vets call the ‘Jeigan Archetype’, a promoted overlevelled unit the game hands you as a method of ensuring your newbies don’t get wiped out, but if you rely on them too much those newbies will never get to grow up and be killing machines of their own someday. Unlike many of those, Oifey has fine starting stats and passable growths, and can be useful the whole game if you get lucky (though most of the kids will outclass him eventually), but you should still try not to let him kill anything for at least three more chapters, when enemies his level start showing up.

And yes, he has Minor Baldur Blood. It’s easy to forget, but waaaaaaaay back it was mentioned that he’s actually Sigurd’s distant cousin.

Dermott is a little harder to work out than others, but by looking at his items, skills (Notably, he has Charm, which only one parent can pass down) and Holy Blood (Minor Hezul) we can spot quickly enough he’s the son of Lachesis and Beowulf. He takes after his mother in one way, in that HIS NAME IS SUPPOSED TO BE DIARMUID, a reference to a hero from Celtic mythology, and it’s been mistranslated. But you know what fuck it I’m too tired, so he can stay Dermott. He’s a solid unit, much like his father… erm… eventually turned out to be, with Pursuit and Accost for offense and Charm to make units near him stronger just by being in his shining golden presence. The combination of his class and Holy Blood allow him to use any non-Holy sword right off the bat as well, so his offensive options are considerable; even if you choose to do something like marry Lachesis to a mage, he can end up a great choice to use magic swords. But given that Minor Hezul blood is a +20% to HP and +30% to Strength growths, it’s really best to stick with a good honest ass-kicker for his dad.

And finally, Aideen and Midir’s other child, Lester. Now, remember when I said Lana was almost impossible to screw up? Lester is almost impossible to not screw up. Aideen’s physical growths are non-existent and he can only use bows as weapons, so if you want him to be inheriting anything of value and have half-decent stats, he needs to be fathered by either Jamke or Midir. Jamke is the better choice in terms of stats, but the rub lies in the fact that for no obvious reason, Jamke won’t pass down Pursuit to his children despite having it himself. I assume this to be a bug, but who knows. Of course, if you don’t care about bows there’s always people like Lex or Holyn who can give him better combat stats… but you saw Midir in the Arena. Archers need a good bow to live. Half the reason Jamke rocks so hard is that he comes with arguably the best non-Holy bow in the game. So enjoy that Brave Bow, Lester, if we get unlucky leveling you up then it will be your salvation.

All right. None of our newbies can join in the combat this turn, but they’re all mounted so that will change soon enough. For now, let’s focus on continuing our strategy. Seliph sets them up…

The twins knock them down.

And to finish things up, Lester goes to have a chat with his sister.

Lester: Why am I not surprised… look, I know I can’t get you to leave, but be careful, okay? It’d break Mother’s heart if something happened to you out here?

(Yes, Aideen is alive, and no, she won’t be helping us out. It’s more common than you’d expect; a solid number of the first generation survived Belhalla only to be too wounded to fight again or to just die later anyway. Mostly the ladies. All these children had to come from somewhere, after all.)

Lana: I know, but actually there was something Mother told me… she said we owe the greatest of debts to the people of Isaach, and if we can help them in any way, we owe it to them to do all we can.

Lester: Yeah, I guess she’s right. I mean, we wouldn’t even be here now if not for the help of the locals… so, er, where is Mother anyway?

Lana: She’s back in Tirnanog’s abbey, working like always.

Lester: Right… Listen, Lana. We’ve got to give this battle our all, both in Mother’s name and in the name of our lost father. Someday, I know, we’ll finally be able to help Mother return to her home, Jungby…

Lana: You’re right, Lester.

And that’s the slightly anticlimactic end of that conversation; Lana gets a free point of Luck from it for… some… reason. End turn; no enemies are close enough to hit us, so after they move it goes right back to our gang of misfits. First, Oifey has words for young Seliph…

(“The… entire world, sire? I was only gone for like an hour.”)

Oifey: The Empire’s grip is tightening still further, as if trying to choke life from the people. It’s inciting doomed revolts all across Jugdral.

Seliph: So it’s as I thought… it isn’t as if the Empire’s tyranny would ever be limited to only Isaach… Oifey, is it feasible to assist them?

Oifey: Not as we presently stand, sire. We still lack the strength to properly challenge the Empire.

(“Among other issues, we somehow managed to get you all of your father’s belongings except his invincible super-sword. My apologies, sire.”)

Seliph: Then what of our present battle? The war for Isaach’s freedom has already begun. Turning back now would be impossible.

Oifey: Hm. There’s certainly no chance of returning you to hiding now that your whereabouts have been leaked, sire. Starting the fight now was reckless, but we’ve no choice but to continue.

Seliph: Oifey, I’m sorry I let all of this happen behind your back, but we had no choice. Even so, I don’t think I could have stood letting Isaach suffer under Dannan’s thumb any longer. I trust you understand, Oifey.

Oifey: I do, sire. Now, our priority is to lay siege to Dannan’s capital, Rivough, with all haste. Dannan must fall before the Empire can send him reinforcements. We cannot afford to wait!

Seliph doesn’t get a stat boost, because I guess he’s not as cool as Lana. It’s okay, though, he can still do another cool thing:

Softening up enemies! And our first awesome level of the second generation goes to Lord Seliph. Most marvelously done, sire. Peons! Attend Lord Seliph!

Marvelously done, peons! I am so pleased I shall not even force you to lay down on the floor and be a carpet for Lord Seliph to walk upon, that he may not dirty his boots.

The turn ends here, because we have nobody else to move. I’m a bit worried that one of the enemies can reach Lana, but I’m not sure so…. Let’s hope?

Oh goodie, the second wave is approaching. But seriously, about Lana…

… Huh. I mean, hey, Lester, if you wanna be like your dad and suck in the arena while being unreasonably lucky everywhere else, more power to ya.

And after that, the enemy is apparently just super uncool with Larcei. Unfortunately for them, Larcei is pretty cool with dodging and very cool with murder. Our turn…

After taking out the trash, our two errant horsemen start moving east, toward Ganeishire, while Seliph goes to stand enticingly in the range of the last enemy. Ulster also finally gets to take a break from stabbing stuff to chat with his sister, since for once there’s nothing nearby for him.

Ulster: Just be careful out here, okay? Your usual brazen antics’ll only get you in trouble now.

Larcei: I know, I know, I know! What, do you think I’m still a child?!

Ulster: Heh, man that iron will of yours! I guess you’re just like Mom was, if what Prince Shanan’s told us is true.

Larcei: Yeah… Ayra… I can’t remember a thing about her. You?

Ulster: No, of course not. We’re twins, remember? If you were too young to remember, then so was I. We weren’t even two years old back then… it was Oifey who took us with him when he fled to Isaach with Seliph. We waited and waited, but Mom never followed… I guess she didn’t make it out of the Battle of Belhalla alive.

Larcei: Ulster! You swore you’d never say things like that! Mom is alive! ALIVE! I’m sure of it! Don’t you dare say otherwise ever again!

(*cough* I’m actually pretty sure she isn’t. Which really just makes this sad, so… sorry.)

Ulster: Er… sorry, Larcei. You’re right… I’m sorry…

Larcei gets +1 to Luck from this conversation too, because anger makes you stronger? End turn.

Man, nobody wants to fight Seliph. Do these peasants believe themselves too good to take blades to milord?! HOW DARE THEY.

Not much to do from here but move east; two turns of that puts us into combat range of the enemy’s second wave of troops. Ulster, if you’d do the honors of waiting just within their range? End turn.

Good man.

… Oops, misjudged the distance. Well, Lana will be happy, she finally gets to do some real healing instead of just kissing boo-boos. Now for our turn….

And our first crappy level of the second generation goes to Lester! Good job, Lester. You’re really honoring that lack of confidence I had in you. End turn.

…. Did he… did he just kill himself out of spite?

Leave Larcei alone, jeez. I know she’s awesome, but come on, there have to be better ways to die.

And our turn begins with the sight of a bandit suddenly appearing out of nowhere moving up to a village behind the enemy’s castle, because didn’t we all miss that. Ulster’s got the leg ring and Dermott has a horse, so I send them out ahead to try and get there before too much gets burn. Seliph kills an archer, and gets his second level.

As a western gamer I’m told I’m supposed to love Big Awesome Superman Sigurd more than Beautiful Man-boy Seliph, but if he keeps getting levels like these I may have to reconsider that.

Lana also gets her first level from healing, which while not quite as absurd, does give her Defense. That’s her weakest point, so I can’t be too angry. A few turns of movement follows, until Ulster finally reaches the village and clears it.

Way to get hit on a 25% chance, dumbass. But at least you killed the enemy, so… ‘good job’. The rest of the team, having nothing better to do, starts attacking the castle defenders.

We’re making pretty good time! Gaineshire should fall quickly from here. I move Dermott over to stand next to another defender, hoping it will be softened up from here. And since Oifey has the least money, he takes the first village.

Info Master: The younger two serve him here in Isaach. Johan controls Isaach Castle, while Johalvier controls Sophara Castle. They’re both kind of odd, and they’ve both got this obsession with someone in your army called Larcei. Always squabbling, they are… I dunno, though. Neither of them are all that bad, really. Heck, I bet they’d want to join forces with you!

FORESHADOWING.

End turn.

That’s what I like to see. Hard workers. Our turn clears out the final defenders…

And hell, let’s take a risk and let our up and coming young rock star of a lord take first crack at the boss.

(“I mean, yes, they have killed all of my men, and it’s only been like an hour, but…”)

Ah, yes. Did you miss Pavise? I did. And on his own turn, he actually connects, taking Seliph’s health down to the danger zone. But also gaining him a new level!

I will never say no to more defense. Lana burns a charge of her Physic staff to heal him up, and I send Lester to swing up and take a shot from the side.

Seriously, fuck Pavise. Ulster, can you wrap this shit up?

Because they proc Astra, bitch.

… And they torment me with shit levels right after triumphing. God, you people are turning out just like your parents. Dermott took a nasty hit fighting the defenders, so I send him down south to a cathedral to pay for healing since he’s not cool enough to earn Lana’s attentions. And with that, time to seize our first castle of Gen 2.

(He said, a perfectly nice town and some lovely trees in the background.)

(… Yes, hello, Your Majesty. You weren’t helping us out becaaaaaaaaaaaaaause?)

Lewyn: Just Lewyn, Seliph… like I’ve always been. Silesse is just another Imperial conquest now…. That’s all it’s been since the mess in Belhalla. And meanwhile here I am, still living a pathetic, shameful life for all to see.

(Yeah that’s great. Look, pack up your magic books and get back in line, soldier, we have an Empire to sort out.)

Lewyn: At least my mother faced Silesse’s demise, and her own, with pride and dignity! But me? Nope! Still just an idiot bard… don’t listen to what Oifey says of me, Seliph. Please, don’t call me a king ever again.

(Okay yeah but do you still have Forseti. I would really like some Forseti, please.)

Seliph: I… my apologies, Lewyn…

Lewyn: Heh, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it. More importantly, looks like you’ve finally got this revolution thing started! There’s no place more fitting than Isaach to begin fighting back against the Empire.

Seliph: Indeed! The courage of Isaach’s people is matched only by the pain and anger they feel because of the Empire. All we’re missing now is for Prince Shanan to return and join the fray himself.

Lewyn: He ran off to follow some rumor, didn’t he?

Seliph: Mm. Rumor has it his birthright as heir to the Isaach throne, the holy sword Balmung, is being kept in a shrine in the Yied Desert.

(Oh god not that place again. So much sand…)

Seliph: As I understand it, the entire desert region is home to an evil priest. I trust Shanan’s might, but I cannot help but worry for his safety…

Lewyn: If anyone can do it, it’ll be Shanan. Actually, Seliph, I’ve a favor to ask of you.

(Bitch you can ask me for favors when you’re blasting my enemies with wind magic. JOIN THE ARMY.)

Seliph: Oh? If it is within my power, I’ll gladly help. What is it?

(Dammit Seliph you suck at negotiation. We have to play hardball with this guy!)

Lewyn: Since then I’ve been looking after her in a hidden little corner of Silesse, until we had to get out a while back as the Empire set about tightening its grip. The thing is, I’ve got things that need doing over in Leonster, and at this point she’s just slowing me down. I hate to impose, but I don’t have much of a choice. Could I leave her with your group for a while? I still don’t know what happened to her, but it must have been pretty awful. Poor thing. Back when I first found her, she couldn’t remember a thing about what happened.

(…. Yeah, dude, I don’t know if you remember it, but his father took in a mysterious waif once and it ended really bad.)

Lewyn: I still don’t know what happened to her, but it must have been pretty awful. Poor thing. Back when I first found her, she couldn’t remember a thing about what happened. It looks like she still can’t…

(Oh jeez, she has amnesia too. I’m getting some déjà vu here, and not in a good way. Yeah, gonna have to give this one a super hard no, so…)

Seliph: I see. Very well, you can trust me with her, Lewyn.

(God dammit, Seliph.)

Seliph: However, I must ask you return for her as soon as possible She won’t feel too comfortable in an army of strangers.

Lewyn: Deal. Heh, I’ll probably be back here by the time you’re finished freeing Isaach. Good luck, Seliph.

Seliph: May the gods be with you as well, Lewyn.

(Fuck off, Lewyn.)

Seliph: Until Lewyn returns, I swear I’ll let no harm come to you… I know I’ve much to learn, and I’m not yet all that strong. But one day… someday, I know I’ll be strong enough to protect us all! Someday, I’ll have the strength to defend all the world’s people from the Empire’s wrath! Someday I’ll be strong, just as my father once was…

(“Someday, I’ll be Hokage!”)

Julia: Seliph…

Well. She’s a sparkling conversationalist. Now, normally I would cut things off here. But coming up next turn is one of the few choices the game has to offer, and I would actually like to let you guys vote on it, so we need to do one more scene.

Dannan: What in the blazes are my sons doing?! Someone, tell them to take the rebels down, right now!

Johan: But I could never lay a finger on Larcei, even if she is among my foes… ahh, what a dilemma standing before me…

So that’s Johan and Johalvier. They’re a pair of fucking idiots, but we can recruit one. Yes, one. Whichever one Larcei talks to first will join your army; the other will have to die because they are, again, fucking idiots. But hey, since I’m a kindly sort, I’ll allow you the choice of which one we recruit. The gist of them:

Johalvier:

Growths: HP – 110%, Str – 40%, Mag – 0%, Skl – 50%, Spd – 10%, Luck – 10%, Def – 60% Res – 5%

Johan:

Growths: HP – 110%, Str – 40%, Mag – 0%, Skl – 20%, Spd – 50%, Luck – 10%, Def – 60% Res – 5%

(P.S. Both have Minor Neir Blood; the bonuses from it are included in their listed growth rates.)

As you can see, it’s not a huge difference. Both uses axes as weapons; Johan will always use only axes, while Johalvier can learn to use bows after he promotes. Each only has one (at least pretty good) ability, and their growths are mostly identical; about the only thing worth noting is that Johan’s speed growth is significantly better, probably to make up for the fact his starting speed is four points lower. Johalvier in general starts off with better base stats, in fact, but that’s made up for somewhat by the fact that Johan has a horse and he doesn’t.

Really, tl;dr, neither of them is appreciably better than the other in gameplay terms, unless you’re doing a speed run. So, let me know if you have an opinion on which one to grab, and if there’s a clear winner I’ll pick him up next week. See ya then!

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wantingtobekorra · 8 years ago

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Burn, Baby Burn - Part 2/?

Summary: Every year you end up getting badly sunburnt and the team mercilessly teases you and this year is no exception. The only problem is, is that Bucky Barnes is now a part of the team, your best friend, and you ended up falling for his stupidly gorgeous face. Normally you can handle the team ragging on you with only a few grimaces but now, the last thing you want is Bucky seeing you made to seem like an idiot by the team. You decide to try and hide the fact that your entire back feels like a campfire is being built on it as you go through your daily life with the team to avoid them finding out but sometimes you just can’t hide things from your favourite soldier. A/N: I’m so thankful to everyone who took the time out of their day to read Part 1 and now hopefully Part 2. I love feedback so if you have any critiques of my work then please tell me! Also, if you have any random questions for me, ask away! I love random questions! Warnings: swearing, just a hint of angst?Word count: 1.2K

Waking up the next morning, you felt like a garbage truck had driven over your back. Silently cursing into your pillow like a sailor, you tried to breathe deeply and adjust in your bed but even slightly pulling the skin on your back left you whimpering. For what seemed like hours you just laid on your stomach in your bed debating whether or not it was worth it to get out of bed for the next week when a light knock came through your door.

“Y/N? C’mon get up! Training in 5 minutes!” Bucky’s voice came through your door. You held your breath, hoping that he would go away, but it seemed like Lady Luck had decided to fuck you over this morning. Silently groaning, you buried your face back into your pillow. The last thing you wanted to do right now was get thrown all over the training room by your dumbass super soldiers. Anything other than your regular routine though would raise suspicion and you were determined to not let the team know about your sunburn, which by the way, must have been made by Hell itself because HOLY SHIT DID IT HURT.

“Doll?”, Bucky’s voice came again, this time coloured by something you couldn’t bother trying to decipher this early in the morning. Turning your head to the side so he could hear you, you attempted to sound normal,

“Yeah I’m coming Buck!”, you called back to him, “I’ll meet you down there in 10!”. Lifting your head off your pillow you listened as Bucky shifted his weight back and forth in front of your door before finally replying, “Uh, okay doll…I’ll see you soon”. You waited for his footsteps to fade away down the hall before you hauled yourself into a sitting position. God how was it this painful? Slowly you stood up and walked around your room, gathering your workout gear. You glared at your sports bra, knowing that as soon as you put it on you would be cursing the gods of boob support and sunburns.

Taking a deep breath you paused outside the entrance to the training room. You couldn’t spar with Bucky like you usually did – any rough movement of your back and you knew you would be crying. “Okay, come on, don’t be a pussy. Suck it up, grow a pair and pray. Dear Lord, pray” you repeated. You would just have to do slow exercises, nothing that involved getting thrown around. Steeling yourself, you walked into the training room and immediately spotted Steve and Bucky playfully sparring. Watching Bucky fight, even play fighting always distracted you. The sight of his thick thighs and rippling shoulders always left your inner goddess limbering up in the corner of your mind, reviewing her Kuma Sutra book for something that you had been long convincing yourself wouldn’t come to fruition. Losing yourself in your R-rated fantasies you almost missed it when Bucky walked up to you with his 1000-watt smile, his arms reaching around to hug you with his usual morning greeting. You usually loved his hugs, any kind of physical contact with Bucky really, but honestly – if he touched your back, you knew he would at least notice your wincing, let alone the heat that you knew was rolling off your back. Quickly you smiled back at him but stepped out of reach when he got close enough to touch you. Bucky’s arms hung in mid-air before he slowly put it back down by his side, his eyes tightening as he looked at you, hurt clouding his face. Trying to distract him, you started walking towards the weights glancing back at Bucky, “You ready to train?”. You noticed Steve started walking towards both of you as Bucky just silently stared at you with his arms crossed, a small crease between his eyes. Sitting on the bench, adjusting the weight bar, you saw Steve looked at you before glancing back at Bucky who was still watching you.

“Are we not sparring Y/N? We always spar in the mornings.” He questioned. Looking up at him you could see the confusion on both the soldier’s faces but you just shook your head,

“No, I was just going to lift weights today, you know, change it up”, you replied, shrugging your shoulders with a smile, trying to seem nonchalant, but immediately you regretted it as a streak of fire licked up your spine and you had to bite your lip from cursing. Quickly you looked up at the two soldiers to see if they had noticed but Steve was already walking away towards the punching bags on the far wall, his back turned to you. Bucky on the other hand was still looking at you, confusion written across his features.

“You okay doll?”.

Goddammit, why did it have to be Bucky that was the observant one? You straightened up slightly and nodded, “Yeah, just go spar with Steve”. Laying down on the bench carefully, you adjusted your grip on the bar and lifted, hoping that your actions would be enough for Bucky to leave without asking any more questions. After a couple of seconds you turned your head and looked to see if Bucky was still there but luckily he had gone and started sparring with Steve like you had suggested.

The rest of training that morning went pretty much the same way. You lifted weights on one side of the training area while Bucky and Steve sparred on the other side. It was difficult, trying not to move your back too much but as far as you could tell, neither of the boys could tell anything was different, but your focus kept you from seeing the constant looks Bucky kept throwing your way, all of them either filled with confusion or concern. Putting the last of the weights away, you didn’t bother asking the boys if they were almost done; Steve and Bucky could go for hours sparring as they were the only ones that could really push each other physically. You were just leaving when you felt a stabbing pain in your shoulder, “SHIT! What the ...?” you cried out while moving out of the way of whatever had touched you. Swinging around your eyes met blue and you froze. Bucky’s eyes were blown wide and shock covered his face, his hand frozen where it had been touching your shoulder a second ago. Panicking, you tried to think of an excuse that would cover up what you deemed was the biggest fuck up since Watergate. “S-sorry”, you half-chuckled, “guess my workout was harder than I thought?” God seriously? You were a fucking agent of SHIELD and you couldn’t lie better than that? Internally you rolled your eyes at yourself. This was not getting your ducks in a row, this was putting your ducks in a fucking wood chipper. You tried to smile at Bucky as you looked over his shoulder at Steve who had looked over at you when you had yelled. Shifting your weight you looked back at Bucky, “I’m done, so I’m just going to head for a shower. I’ll see you guys at breakfast!” you said to them as you backed out of the room, avoiding the eyes of both super soldiers.

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thecoroutfitters · 7 years ago

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The more self-sufficient and confident one is, the better. The quintessential bushcraft skills to master include hunting/trapping game, food foraging, shelter building, water gathering/purification, and fire making.

Basically, everything that revolves around food-water-shelter, the holy trinity of survival, is an essential skill to master for a survivalist.

Let’s make a basic list, so you could count them better!

When it comes to living off the land, as in food foraging, one must have in-depth knowledge of local flora, which is essential when it comes to efficiently harvesting edibles whilst at the same time avoiding toxic plants.

Camp cooking is also a must-learn skill for outdoor enthusiasts. And speaking of flora, remember that cattails are edible and easy to find in shallow waters along the shore. Read my article about cattails for further reference.

Trapping and hunting/stalking game is all about knowing how to build snares, how to use lures, how to fish (always remember to pack fishing gear in your survival kit), how to read animal signs while hiding your own (human) scent, making cordage, tying knots, cleaning/dressing/cooking game in the field, and the whole nine yards.

A solid survivalist must be able to gather and purify water by using an improvised water filter, and also know how to make a fire for boiling/purifying water, and so forth and so on.

Shelter building skills must include knowledge of how to make cordage, how to tie a good knot, how to harvest building materials (branches, fallen trees), how to use a knife for batoning, how to waterproof/make natural insulation for your shelter, etc.

Knowing how to start a fire in the wild using readily available materials is a must-learn art, including gathering tinder, collecting wood, building a fire pit, building a fire plough/a bow drill, or other device, and you should also know the different types of fires and their best uses in a particular situation.

If you’re just starting out in the fine art of bushcrafting, you should focus on basic survival skills, such as batoning wood, making simple tools, knot-tying techniques, basic fire starting, and building basic camp structures, including the tripod.

If you’ve already acquired basic bushcraft skills, you should concentrate on shelter building, foraging for food, building a fire without lighters/matches, basic trapping and making snares, and water purification.

For advanced bushcrafters (I am not sure that word really exists), you can engage in complex projects, such as land navigation (celestial navigation for example), making cordage and rope using plant fibers or animal tendons, tracking, and advanced structure building.

Now, let’s talk about some tips and tricks, because after all, that’s what today’s article is all about.

Tell Someone That You’re Leaving

To begin with, remember that communication is key. Before going out on a trip, tell someone about your plan, including where you’ll be going, for how long, and also share if you have a specific route set up (it would help with tracking you down in a SHTF scenario).

Don’t Lose Your Temper

Next, remember to keep your composure in any situation. Always remain calm, cool, and collected, think positive, and hope for the best while preparing for the worst. I know it doesn’t sound like much, but optimism goes a long way, even in a SHTF scenario. No matter how alone and scared you may feel, everything starts with your attitude in a survival situation.

If something doesn’t work as it should – let’s say starting a fire in the wilderness, for example – keep calm, don’t rush, and don’t panic. Just stop, relax, breathe in-out and try something else.

Proper Tools

Remember that at its most basic level, wilderness survival, aka bushcraft, is surviving out there in the woods with nothing more than an edged tool (say, a knife) and the clothes on your back.

Which takes us to the next tip: a blade (read survival knife) is one of the most important tools to have in a survival situation.

A light and sturdy blade is as important to the bushcrafter as the katana is for the samurai. And yes, I am talking about a high-quality, full-tang blade, which may be used for a multitude of purposes, ranging from self-defense to digging a shelter.

Another must-have and highly versatile bushcraft tool is a hatchet or a tomahawk. Given its design, a hatchet is perfect for heavy-duty tasks such as chopping wood, splitting logs, hammering (posts or stakes), butchering large game, and so on and so forth. If two items are too much for your “money”, you can go for the ultimate bushcraft tool: the machete.

A machete can be described as the best of both worlds, being a hybrid of sorts between a hatchet and a knife. And yes, a high-quality solid machete can be used for digging, chopping wood, clearing bush, batoning, and more.

However, the best bushcraft tool is the one you have on your person, so don’t complicate things too much, alright?

Considering the fact that death from exposure is a regular occurrence when it comes to outdoor survival scenarios, you must always pack some type of shelter in your EDC survival kit (a poncho, a $1 tarp, etc.), together with a couple of large, contractor-sized garbage bags.

When filled with leaves, the garbage bags will make for awesome insulating pads on which you can sleep or sit.

Video first seen on KGB Survivalist.

You should carry a good-quality fire starter with you at all times, tied and braided to your knife lanyard, and I am talking about waxed jute twine. Always remember to pack a couple of protein bars in your survival kit; they’re incredibly nutritious and lightweight. Also, they don’t spoil easily.

Learning basic body insulation methods may be a life saver in many survival scenarios. Think about stuffing leaves, newspaper, or dry grass under your clothes, so you’ll be retaining body heat in harsh weather conditions.

If you wrap plastic bags (remember those garbage bags?) around the leaves on a tree, the sun will evaporate the water from the inside of the leaves, which will then be forced to condensate on the inside of the plastic bag (read trapped inside).

The same trick can be used to extract water from plants.

Now that you know these survival tricks, would you make it on your own if stranded deep in the wild?

Now, it’s your turn. What are your favorite survival tips you’d like to share with us?

Feel free to comment below.

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holy shit i literally have no words for your vm fic on ao3 it was so good! now i'm dying to know the story of how tessa gave scott his first bj 😏

Aw thank you! Originally, I got the idea of Scott teaching Tessa how to drive as something just purely fluffy but then I added it to this story and just made it smutty lmao. Here’s a very short, rough drabble as to how that went down

This is not a short and rough drabble. This somehow became 3330 words of how Scott received his first blowjob. It’s probably garbage but HERE YA GO!

Teaching Tessa how to drive is kind of pointless. Her parents gave her Kevin’s old car for her to learn on and Tessa rolls her eyes when Scott tells her to just take it slow, to ease her foot on the pedal. She pulls on to the empty stretch of road like she’s been driving for years. “It’s not that difficult,” she says, checking the rear view mirror and over her shoulder before she changes lanes. “I’ve been watching you drive forever. It’s just a confidence game.”

The next time he takes her out, it’s in his truck which is a stick, and this doesn’t come easy to her in the least bit. She gets this look on her face that he’s only seen on the ice before, an angry calm that wrinkles her brow and turns down the corner of her lips. The truck dies five times and they haven’t even left the side of the road, only made it a few feet down from where Scott parked it to begin with.

Tessa isn’t a quitter but he knows she’s getting frustrated with herself so he opens up the glove compartment and pulls out the chocolate she had stashed there. “I don’t deserve any,” she says when he holds out a square and Scott rolls his eyes and throws the chocolate at her anyway.

“You’re not going to get it in one day, T. I didn’t.”

She picks up the piece of chocolate that landed on the seat between them, blows off some fuzz and pops it in her mouth. “I guess.”

Scott reaches over, turns the keys to the off position. They pass the chocolate back and forth, talking about nothing and everything. It’s nice in a weird way, because it hasn’t been this easy between them in a few years. It’s probably mostly his fault but he wouldn’t say that aloud, ever.

For the next week on their way home from training, he drives them to this same stretch of road and Tessa fails to get them very far from where they start. She’s still annoyed each time but it always ends in them spending at least an hour talking when she gives up for the night (or when he tells her she needs to stop because he doesn’t want his truck to completely fuck up). He tells her about breaking up with his girlfriend and how his teacher thinks he should go up a math course. She tells him about the dissection in her bio class and how her mom keeps pushing for her to go on birth control.

“I can’t afford the weight gain,” she sighs before picking up their shared gatorade and taking a sip. “Besides, it’s not like I’m doing anything down there.”

“Tess,” he groans and she rolls her eyes as she passes him the drink.

“Shut up, it’s not like I don’t know you’re having sex. Don’t be such a baby.”

“You’re fourteen,” he says, trying to defend how uncomfortable he is at the thought of Tessa like that.

“You had sex two days before your fifteenth birthday,” she deadpans. “Besides, you still look like you’re fourteen.”

“Rude,” he grumbles. She rolls her eyes again as he recaps the drink and she fishes a carrot out of the plastic baggy between them. “You’re not though, right?”

“Having sex?” He nods. “No, I told you, nothing is going on down here,” she says, motioning to her pelvis with her carrot before she takes a bite. “Well, nothing with a penis.”

“Tessa,” he moans, hand coming up to rub at his face. “I don’t want to hear this.”

“You asked!”

It’s silent for a moment and yeah, he has to do this. He knows Tessa can take care of herself but he’s a teenage boy and he knows that all teenage boys are douches. “You’re not doing anything you don’t want to do right?” He doesn’t look at her while he speaks, hopes that he’s not pink in the face with the fact that he’s talking to Tessa about sex. Period talk he can handle. This, he cannot.

“I promise that I’m only doing things I want to do,” she says. He feels her hand on his and he looks up to find her smiling at him. “Thanks for worrying though.”

The next week, Tessa manages to keep his truck alive long enough to pull out on the road but that’s about as far she she can get. He tries to get her comfortable just using the clutch, taking control of the stick shift while she focuses solely on getting her feet right. It helps at least get them back over to the side of the road and when he asks if she wants to try again, she shrugs and tells him to pull out the snacks she packed in her bag.

They talk about making the potential switch to online classes. She worries that it’ll isolate them too much, won’t give them enough time to keep up with friendships outside of the skating world, and he’s inclined to agree. He brings up the fact that online classes could at least help them move faster, bringing up how bored she is with her English and history courses and mentions again how bored he is in his math class.

He finishes off the kale chips she made and she looks deep in thought and he’s expecting her to go quite for a while when suddenly she looks at him, face blank. “When was the last time you got off?” He looks at her like she’s grown three heads and she lets out the heaviest sigh. “Scott, you were getting hard during practice today. That hasn’t happened since you were like, thirteen.”

“Sorry,” he says in lieu of anything else and his face feels like it’s on fire.

“I don’t care,” she says. “I just thought you might.” He hopes that’s the end of it but Tessa doesn’t let it go. “I know you’re single now but-”

“Please do not continue-”

“You should mast-”

“Tessa, stop-”

“It’s a natural part of life, Scott!”

“I don’t want to talk about this.”

“Okay, even if you don’t want to take care of yourself, surely there are other girls who will-”

“Tessa,” he shouts, putting his hand over her mouth. Her eyes go wide above his hand. “I’m not talking about my dick with you.” Her eyebrows drop down and then his hand is wet and he pulls it back, wiping where she licked on his jeans.

“We talk about my period, why can’t we talk about this?” He doesn’t look at her, just opens his door and tells her to slide across the bench.

Another week passes and Tessa manages to get her foot work down. They can make it down the road so long as Scott is the one controlling the stick shift and Tessa looks so proud of herself that Scott knows he’s smiling like an idiot. He thinks she could try working the stick after the U turn she takes but after shifting into the wrong gear three times and his truck makes a scary noise, he takes back over.

When they pull over to have their snacks (this time he brought cookies that his mom sent down and they picked up some chocolate milk from the corner store they pass on their way to the rink), Tessa turns so her back is resting on the door, legs pulled up on to the seat. “You know Lily, right?” He nods. “I bet she’d go out with you if you asked.”

He cocks his head to the side. “Okay…”

Tessa wiggles in her seat. “She puts out,” Tessa says nonchalantly, picking out the m&ms from the cookie in her hand.

“Are we really talking about this again?”

Tessa shrugs. “You got hard at practice again.” He groans, apology on the tip of his tongue but Tessa just sticks out a foot, pokes his thigh. “It’s fine. I just think you should take care of yourself.”

“I don’t want to fuck Lily.”

“Nobody said you had to have sex with her.”

“What else would I do?” He watches her stare at him blankly for a moment before she does the crudest thing he has ever seen a girl do (and he’s had sex so this is saying a lot). She moves her lips into the shape of an O, tongue pushing out the side of one of her cheeks, fist coming towards her mouth to move in time with her tongue. “Oh my god,” he groans. “I can’t believe you just- Oh my god.” He screws his eyes shut and shakes his head. “No. I’m not- Girls don’t even like doing that.”

Tessa blinks, once, twice, then, very timidly, says, “I do.” His head jerks up to look at her and she looks nervous now, like she hasn’t just been matter-of-factly been talking about sex with him a few times now. “Is that weird?”

He stutters a little, unsure of how to handle this. “I think you’re probably the minority in this case, T.” Tessa looks thoughtful, staring not really at him but definitely in his direction. “I wouldn’t ever ask a girl to do that if she didn’t want to…” He swallows hard. He’s never asked any girl he’s been with for a blowjob, never felt the need to. He knows that most girls just see it as a chore and he’s sure it’s great (his brothers tell him it is) but if sex, actual sex, is on the table, why wouldn’t he just go for that? It’s so, so weird to hear that Tessa’s given blowjobs and he tries to tell himself it’s because she’s younger, tries to tell himself it’s because it’s Tessa, who he’s known since she was seven, tries to tell himself that it’s because he didn’t expect Tessa to do something before him when it came to sex. He tries to ignore the way his boxers start to tighten and god, no, no, no.

Tessa’s definitely staring at him now, considering. Then, she licks her lips and says, “I’ll blow you.” His reaction is to scoff or maybe to laugh but his dick twitches like an absolute traitor and words get lodged in his throat until something akin to a whine and a groan snakes its way out. He lets out a heavy breath through his nose and his hands have clenched into fists at his side. He starts to shake his head but Tessa rolls her eyes at him (and god, she’s doing that so much now, it’s so irritating). “If it’s going to stop you from getting a semi every practice, I’m happy to do it.”

It sounds like some sort of pity blowjob and no, that’s not how his first blowjob is going to go down.

“What,” she asks, voice about an octave higher than normal. He looks at her confused and she continues. “You’ve never had a blowjob?”

“I said that out loud,” he practically yells and she breaks into a fit of laughter while he feels like leaving her here in his truck while he walks home. “Tess,” he groans and he can hear her working to slow her breathing in an effort to stop her giggling. “Can we please just pretend this entire day didn’t happen?”

“Nope,” she says, lips popping the word out. She moves the cookies out of the middle of the seat so she can slide closer to him. She leaves space to breathe, space for him to bolt if he needs to. “Scott?” She says his name slow and measured. “Can you look at me please?” He does even though he feels like dying and it really just is so unfair that she looks older than he does. “Can I blow you,” she asks sincerely and Scott really cannot believe this is happening.

“You don’t ha-”

“I want to,” she’s quick to add and that seems like something they should probably talk about. “I told you, I like doing it. And it’ll help you cool off for practices.” She gives a little shrug. “It’s a win-win.”

This seems like a bad idea. No, he’s almost certain this is a bad idea. But he can feel himself getting flustered more now that she’s closer and saying all this stuff and before he fully realizes it, he’s nodding and she’s smiling and her hands are on his sweats.

He wants to touch her too, thinks he should, but he doesn’t know if that’s allowed. He tucks his hands under his thighs so he doesn’t accidentally do something that’ll make her hate him (or him hate himself). Her fingers hook under the waistband of his clothes and he lets his head fall back, not sure he can handle watching her do this. It’s uncomfortably quiet in the cab of his truck and he almost wants to stop her so that they can put on some music but then he hears her spit and then a wet hand wraps around his half hard dick, grip just right. She strokes him a few times and his breathing has definitely gotten heavier and he thinks that hers has too but it’s hard to focus with his heart beating so hard in his ears.

“Condom,” she asks once he’s fully hard in her hand.

“Backpack.” It’s cold when she pulls away to reach into the backseat, his dick left bobbing in the air but she makes quick work of finding the condom that was thankfully still in there. She rolls it on him easily and it makes his stomach churn thinking about how often she’s done this. Not that there’s anything wrong with it if she has done this a lot. It’s just not something he expected from Tessa. Tessa who he’s known since she was seven.

How is he letting this happen?

“Oh,” she mutters and that doesn’t sound good. “How long has this been in your backpack?”

He opens his eyes, finds her looking at his dick most concerned. He looks down, sees the slight rip in the condom at the side about half way down. “Shit,” he sighs but then, maybe this is the sign he’s been looking for. They really shouldn’t be doing this and this is a sign.

She drags the condom off his dick and his hips jump into her hand. She pauses. “Are you clean?”

She still wants to do this.

Holy sweet hell.

“You’d know if I went to the doctor,” he says because it’s true. Sometimes it feels like he can’t even take a shit without Tessa knowing they spend so much of their time together.

Tessa considers this and then gives a little nod. “Okay,” she says and then she’s scooting back, broken condom dropped to the floorboard. He needs to remember to throw that out when he gets home.

She’s given herself enough space to bend forward comfortably and when her tongue first grazes his dick, he bites his lip so hard, he’s sure it’s going to bleed.

Her tongue licks the length of him twice, her hand coming to wrap tight around the base of his cock when her mouth moves to take him in. She starts slow, first only taking in the head of his cock while her hand shortly strokes him. Her mouth is so warm, so wet, and her tongue is rigid as it swirls around him. With each bob of her head, she takes him a little deeper, keeps working her hand in time with her mouth.

He still hasn’t looked down at her but then he feels the soft scrape of her teeth and his hips jerk, pushing himself deeper than she’s gone so far and his eyes open wide. He didn’t mean to do that, hopes she isn’t upset, but, even though he can hear her choke a little, she moans. She moans loud and he feels the vibrations around him and he digs his hands into the seat underneath him.

Tessa pulls him out of her mouth and oh, there’s so much saliva hanging from her mouth, connecting her to his dick which glistens with her. “You can do that again,” she pants, looking him in the eye. He can’t stop looking at her swollen lips or the way her eye make up has started to run. It’s like he’s seeing her for the very first time again and his heart stutters in his chest and his dick twitches in her grip. She bends back down, head bobbing twice before she pulls off him again slowly, cheeks hollowed and eyes looking up at him. With her free hand, she taps his arm. “You can touch me, if you want,” she says, running her tongue over her lips. “I don’t mind if you pull my hair… I like it.”

How he doesn’t immediately cum in her hand, Scott has no idea.

She’s on him again, wrist twisting as it glides over him, mouth and tongue taking more and more and more until he can feel her swallow around him. Hesitantly, he puts a hand to her hair, lets his fingers thread through the tangled locks. Like a reward, she moves faster, her teeth coming into play again. He grips the hair at the base of her skull and when he gives it an experimental tug, the whine she releases is muffled by his cock.

Motivated by her noises, he keeps a strong hold on her hair and he must be doing something right because Tessa seems to go into overdrive. She sucks him off hard and deep, her nose brushing his thigh, and the hand that had been aiding her has moved down to cup his balls through his pants. It makes him jerk into her mouth again. No one else has ever done that before.

She rolls them softly in her hand and Scott can feel himself sweating, his breath coming in harsh pants. “T,” he groans, trying to actually pull her off him because if she keeps going, he’s going to cum in her mouth. “T,” he repeats. “I’m gonna cum.”

To his complete and utter surprise, she gives him a thumbs up and stays on his dick. In fact, her efforts seem to double down and she only manages to bob her head three more times before he seizes in her mouth. She tries, he can tell, to swallow it all, but her head isn’t in the right spot or maybe her lips aren’t tight enough around him and so some spills out, running from her mouth and down the sides of his cock. She keeps sucking though, keeps going until his dick settles and softens in her mouth.

She leans back on her knees, lips and chin covered in a mixture of his cum and her saliva and he can feel the stirrings of arousal low in his belly even though he just came.

She looks like a glorious mess. She wipes at her face with her hands, takes her fingers in her mouth to clean them and she looks so proud of herself, lips puffy and red stretching into a shy smile. Shy, like she didn’t just have his dick in his mouth, like the taste of his cum isn’t on her tongue.

“Jesus fucking christ, Tessa,” he breathes out. She smiles a little wider and grabs his water bottle from where the cupholder, pushing it into his shaking hand. Oh, he’s shaking. Jesus.

“What’re friends for,” she says and takes the bottle back from him to take a swig of her own. He feels like he needs to do something in return and the thought of touching Tessa like she just touched him sends his head spinning. She seems to read his mind and shakes her head. “I’m on my period,” she reminds him. “But let’s just say you owe me one when I need it?”

All Scott can do is nod.

#olympic otp #FANFICTION!#I'm probably going to post this to AO3 #just due to the sheer length

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