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[abbatoirablaze]

Into The Blue, Chapter 2

Word Count:  665

“WHY WON’T YOU TALK TO ME?”

Homelander continued to stare angrily at the tank, the woman suspended in it clearly not so much as bothered by the upset superhero outside of it.  The tears had long since dried up, and so had his sadness.  All that had been left was pure rage. 

It had been almost ten years since he was put in charge of the Seven.  The last of Payback had finally retired and he was left to create his own team.  And in recent years, he thought he would be happy, until he found out that Stan Edgar was the one really pulling the strings. 

He was no longer a young superhero in his twenties and had matured into a charming figurehead that the city loved.  At least, that’s the front that everyone saw. 

But behind closed doors he had a temper.  He was needy.  Homelander was looking for the rejection that he’d faced at every turn.  He was more than a person to them.  So people didn’t try to talk to him.  They just gawked at him. 

He wanted to be treated like the other people in the city.  He wanted people to ask to get to know him not because of his name or his superpowers, but because he too was human. 

“Has she ever answered anyone back?”

Homelander snapped around, anger coursing through his veins.  The young superhero that was Lamplighter stood by the entrance; his staff lit up beside him.  Homelander’s jaw ticked at the stupidity of the question, “Get out.”

But Lamplighter refused to move, “so do you just stare at her all the time when you disappear?”

Homelander’s jaw grinded together as he glared at the younger man, “I want to be alone, Lamplighter.”

“So, this is her…”

The young hero placed his staff against the wall and the flame went out.  He dropped his hood and took off his goggles and took a few steps forward. 

Suddenly Homelander didn’t feel rage.  He felt a vulnerability as the hero came towards himself and Blue.

“You should leave, Chuck.”

“Sh-she’s alive in there?” He asked slowly, unsure about how to phrase his question.  Homelander took a few steps until he was both in front of her tank, as well as between herself and Lamplighter. 

“Lamplight-“

But Homelander stopped himself when he noticed the unnatural blue hue in Lamplighter’s irises.  The superhero seemed like he wasn’t entirely there as he continued to stare at her tank.  His breathing slowed and found a rhythm, but he became quiet in a way that Homelander began to feel nervous at. 

He turned slowly towards the tank and took a few steps towards it.  There were no obvious differences to the tank.  Blue was still inside of it, and it looked like she was peacefully sleeping.  But when he went to turn around, Lamplighter was right behind him, already reaching out to touch the tank.  Homelander felt like his throat had dropped into his stomach.  His eyes went wide, and he pushed Lamplighter away.  The younger superhero went into the wall, the blue from his eyes fading as the seconds passed. 

Homelander stood in silence, his focus going between Lamplighter and Blue.  But neither one budged. 

When he opened his eyes a few minutes later, he seemed disoriented, confused as to what he was doing on the ground. 

“Where-why am I-“

“We need to get you to see Mr. Edgar,” Homelander said quickly, finally rushing to his team member’s side to help him up, “Blue…she-she was in your head.  You tried to touch her.  What was the last thing you remember, Lamplighter?”

“I-I don’t know,” he shrugged, confused, and slightly afraid of his own answer, “I don’t know!”

Homelander rushed lamplighter away from the tank, and out of the room.  But had he taken a second to look back, he would have noticed Blue had turned her head, and her eyes were open as she took in the two superheroes retreating from her.

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[catofaurora]

stretching lampligter

from a drawing together with the Sky wiki folks

[angotir]

Lamplighters League: камера в бою

Так совпало, что сейчас параллельно играю в несколько тактических игр. Даже не знаю, возможно это связано с тем, что я и сам сейчас участвую в разработке игры с тактической боевкой.

Одна из них - упомянутая несколькими постами ранее Lampligters League. Игра с очаровательным сеттингом, но с заметными шероховатостями, как в плане визуала, так и в плане геймплея.

Подыскивая решения в работе с игровой камерой, обратил внимание, как красиво в трейлерах камера зумится на использование скиллов персонажей в бою. "Вот бы нам в игре такое, - подумал было я - интересно только, как они сумели сделать, что горизонтальная камера во время срабатывания способностей не перекрывается статикой зоны. Это ведь нужно подпирать и со стороны техарта, и со стороны кода, наверное".

На деле же решение поразило своим отсутствием. Из пяти случаев срабатываний этого эффекта во время первой игровой сессии, четыре безнадежно показывали мне стену с силуэтом персонажа, который где-то там что-то делает. Выглядит как супер странное решение оставить эту фичу в финальном продукте в таком виде.

То есть понятно - камера просто цепляется к определенной координате, относительно линии между атакующим и целью, никак не пытаясь учитывать окружение.

Или вот например такая мизансцена. Героиня вырубает врага мощным ударом, который оказывается скрыт бетонным блоком.

Фича, заведенная ради зрелищности, показывает все что должно быть зрелищным за геометрией зоны.

Невольно задумываешься, какие решения могли бы это поправить?

Из наиболее очевидных - скрывать геометрию на линии между камерой и персонажем. Причем в этой же игре есть примеры подобного, когда персонажи заходят в помещения, стены и крыша становятся прозрачными.

Альтернативный вариант - искать ракурсы по той же логике, по которой боевка ищет углы прицеливания, то есть избегая препятствий по навмешу.

Кстати тоже недавняя Xcom-like тактика Miasma Chronicles, кажется сумела избежать подобных неурядиц. У них тоже есть камера, подчеркивающая стрельбу, но подход к наполнению уровней и работа с ракурсом позволяют избегать подобных визуальных багов.

PS ни в коем случае не отговариваю играть в Lamplighters League. Игра очевидно бюджетна, н�� очаровательна и по атмосфере, и по визуальной стилистике и имеет ряд приятных на мой взгляд игровых решений.

[shexa11]

راشد الماجد ٢٠٠٩م | على كثر السنين .📿

كلمات علي الغامدي I ألحان أحمد الهرمي

Oil painting : Cozyhuarique

An Interior with a woman seated by Lampligt.- Christian Valdemar Clausen Danish, 1862-1911 Oil on canvas, 51 x 47 cm. (20.1 x 18.5 in.) 

[shanelbeaurepair-blog]

Make Your Own DTP Projects.

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You might phone it a tale of "monkey find, monkey perform." Scientists at Ohio College have discovered that after primates developed the capability to observe red, they began to cultivate reddish and also orange skin layer and hair. In Konservierung der Moderne?: Preservation of Modern Architecture?: Über den Umgang mit den Zeugnissen der Architekturgeschichte des twenty. Jahrhunderts, Congress Center Leipzig, 31.10.-2.11.1996, 69-75.

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[fadervoor]

#stadshuswifin #gatuadress #googlemaps

Tjofrees! Nu har jag “jobbat” i “underjorden” i snart 48 timmar med en mindre vila och resultatet ar bra... det ar lite kamparglod kvar hos den Othello-spelare jag mott har nere i Spanien men aven det ska ga vagen.

Jag har inte sett pjasen men jag har en aning om spelidén pa bradet och att ha ett livgarde att “kasta sten” i stenhus har jag som skapare utav den nagot starkare skorstensstocken (kyrkvaggarna) latit garva mitt skinn till an slittaligare andedrakt for att kunna klara den framtida framgangssaga i foretagsbranchen jag har att vanta.

Jag kallar vagen pa stranden “Trans Mirum Ligno” (Beyond the Holy Firewood). Uttrycket bar flera betydelser, allt fran att hitta forsta pinnen i ett behov av en lagereld, drakelden pa Karadraz, en ny driver till den gudomliga “Golfen” (Globen ar ju fixad) till att plantera sitt forsta trad for en framtida gronare planet pa de platser dar den branda jordens taktik har setts som ett lampligt medel i krig.

Klockfun ar 20.02 och nu ska jag ga for idag... behover min tobak och kommer tillbaka pa Koldo Mitxelena vid 09.00-tiden i morgon.

[abbatoirablaze]

Into The Light, Master List

This series is complete! ✔️

Lamplighter was once a powerful superhero. He was part of the biggest, most well-known group; The Seven.

He had it all.

Money.

Fame.

The girls.

Until he didn't.

Until The Boys and Mallory blackmailed him.

Then under Homelander's word, he went after Mallory. He was supposed to execute her.

But he made a mistake.

One that cost him his seat at the table.

And that's how he ended up a lowly orderly at Sage Grove Mental Hospital, where Vought Industries was secretly providing people with Compound V to see the effects. He became nothing more than an abused guard dog.

That's when he met her.

But like all the good things in Lamplighter's life...it never lasts. And Vought will always find a way to make sure of that.

Chapters

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

This story will not have warnings before each chapter. It will include mentions of death, major character death, violence, aggression, depression, depictions of death, blackmail, and abuse, and overall angst.

[abbatoirablaze]

Into The Light, Chapter 4

Word Count:  790

There was a slight knock on her door before it opened.

But she didn’t turn around.  She continued to face the wall, her tears long since dried as she remained curled up in the bed.  

“Sarah…”

“I don’t want you to see me right now, Chuck…”

She felt a hand on her back over the sweatshirt she wore. She sobbed against the pillow she held with an iron grip.  

“You’re fucking kidding me…Stormfront I’m no-“

“Bring in the cart, Chuck!” she spat, glaring at the former superhero.

But he shook his head, “I’m not a fucking animal.  I’m not-“

“Just do what she says.” she whimpered, unaware of what the day’s tests would hold.  But he only shook his head.  She whimpered, her eyes closing when she saw Stormfront conducting an electrical currant. It surged through her at a rapid speed, and Chuck had to look away.  He heard her screams, and it brought tears to his eyes.  

But he knew what she would feel if he did what Stormfront requested and brought in what was on the cart.  

When her screams stopped Stormfront turned towards him, “are you going to bring it in, or are we going for round two?”

She didn’t wait for an answer, instead making the decision for him.  Sarah began screaming yet again, her body thrashing wildly on the floor.  She only stopped when her head hit the leg of the metal desk.  He went to rush into the room to check on her, but Stormfront stopped him, “she’ll be poisonous.  Put on the suit and then you can clean her up.”

His jaw tensed, and a jolt ran through the tips of her fingers, making him jump back.  He ran back outside and threw the hazmat suit on as quick as he could and grabbed the first aid kit that was beside it.  

When he came back in Sarah was quietly sobbing to herself, already curled up halfway between the bed and the desk.  

“Shit…”

He was gentle as he cradled her, upset that this was the way that he was getting to hold the woman that he’d been falling in love with in the past few months.  

“Clean her up.”

“Go fuck yourself, Stormfront.”

“I’m giving you five minutes to clean her up and collect the blood for samples…then I’m coming back in with the cart…and she’s going to do it…”

The door slammed behind the couple, but neither one of them were paying attention to it.  Chuck’s attention was solely on Sarah as he began ripping open the kit beside him and pressing gauze to the wound.  

She winced but barely pulled away from him; the exhaustion from the shock was evident.

“Hey…I need you to stay with me,” he urged, “stay conscious…”

“You should have brought in the cart,” she whimpered gently, “she-“

“There was another patient on it,” he said softly, shaking his head, “one that hasn’t been listening to her…she’s going to use you as an executioner…I’m not going to let you put that blood on your hands.”

She began sobbing once again, this time clutching his hazmat suit between her hands as she realized, truly realized what he was saying.  

“I can’-can’t do it…don’t make me do it, Chuck…”

“Let her shock me when she comes back,” he offered sadly as he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head and began rocking her, “I can take it baby…just let her shock me and you won’t have to, okay?”

She hadn’t been able to stand Stormfront shocking him.

He was nearly half-dead and almost unconscious by the time she caved, agreeing to ‘test out the antivenom’.  But she knew deep down no anti-venom was running through the other patient’s veins.  She could see it in the glazed over eyes.  The person had been sedated for a death march…all down to her very own room.

“Who knew all it would take would be a little encouragement,” she smiled as she watched the congealed blood dripping down the patient’s face, “looks like the anti-venom didn’t work.  Those survival rates are just getting worse and worse, aren’t they?”

“Just leave me alone…”

“Keep your boy toy,” she laughed, already pushing the cart back out of the room, “at least for a little bit.  I’ll have him incinerate the poor bastard when he wakes up.”

“Kill me,” she begged him softly, tears falling down her cheeks as Chuck pulled her into his arms; the hazmat suit still on him to protect him from his girlfriend’s potent venom, “Kill me or break me out, Chuck…I-I can’t-I can’t do this anymore.”

“I-I can’t baby,” he sighed sadly as he brushed some of the hair from her face, “we’re both trapped here…I-I’m so sorry.”

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