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slippinmickeys · 5 months ago

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i MUST know about the unseelie court casefile

I’ve been intrigued by the idea of a missing persons case where the body of someone who’d been missing for 20 years was found, but they hadn’t aged at all. I also wanted to explore M&S at the very beginning of their sexual relationship and how that might affect how they went about an investigation.

I started it almost two years ago and have a couple chapters done, but haven’t had the time sit down and actually PLOT. Which casefile’s require. I also don’t want to release as WIP, which tends to take a lot more time because my neurodivergent brain needs the ticking clock of a deadline and the encouragement of comments to really get shit done. So here we sit.

I’ve released parts of it before, I think, but here’s the beginning:

Not far above the pavement of US-23, the forest dripped. The rain was gentle but steady, the highway as black and slick as a surfacing seal. Ahead, they could just make out the panning red and blue lights of a tangle of squad cars. The trees that edged the roadway pushed in and down, as oppressive as low-hanging clouds. Beside her, Mulder sighed.

They’d been awoken early by a call from a Sheriff three counties down and four over, who’d heard of Mulder by reputation. They had a body and a bit of a situation and would he and his partner come take a look? It was the first time that Scully had stayed over, and she’d felt embarrassed that she was there when the call came in though it wasn’t as though either of them had trumpeted her presence. She’d rolled out of bed and refused to meet his eye as he hung up on the Sheriff and dialed Skinner.

Later, when he walked into his kitchen, dressed and shaven, he’d said, “Listen, Scully, if you regret what we’ve been-”

“I don’t,” she interrupted him, handing him a steaming mug of coffee and finally bringing her eyes to his. “I don’t.”

“Mea cuppa,” he’d said quietly, raising the brew to his lips. She’d been forced to smile at the pun.

It hadn’t been fair of her to seduce him, though it had been a glacial, cerebral wooing, inevitable, really, in every sense of the word. Mulder was tender-hearted and obsessive and after their second time together, she should have known that no amount of her stoicism or sense of workplace propriety would keep them from wanting to be together all the time. Last night, she’d had a foot out the door and was pushing him away with one hand and pulling him back with the other, his fingers tangled in her hair in masochistic bliss.

They still weren’t sure how to be with each other, and that morning they’d walked down to Mulder’s car in a loaded, restless silence.

Mulder eased up on the gas as they approached the cluster of brown police cruisers and cut the windshield wipers. There were deputies leaning against hoods, wearing those ridiculous plastic rain beanies over their service caps and trying to appear important. Mulder pulled over, parking haphazardly on the berm and looked out his window, where a small inland lake spread out to the east and west, the body they’d come to investigate lying under a blue tarp on top of a thin strip of dark, mealy sand.

They got out of the car and the Sheriff, holding a large black golf umbrella, pushed his way through his men, stepping up to Mulder and holding out a hand.

“Thanks for coming,” the man said by way of greeting, and Mulder nodded toward him and introduced him to Scully.

“Call came in this morning,” the man said after trading introductions. “Dog walker found him.” He turned to one of the deputies, a younger man with blond eyebrows and a pixie-ish nose, freckles smattered over the bridge of it. “Avery, you got the file?”

Deputy Avery stepped forward. “Right here, sir,” the younger man said, handing over a beat up file folder; a brown, vintage-looking thing with a faux-wood finish. He gave the two agents a friendly smile and stepped back.

Scully nodded at the folder now gripped in the Sheriff’s hand. “You got an ID?”

The Sheriff sort of shook his head and nodded at the same time. “That’s why we called you out,” he said, handing over the file. “No apparent cause of death,” he added as an afterthought. “Forensic unit out of Richmond is on their way out.”

Mulder flipped the file open and read for a moment before looking back up. “Missing persons?” The older man nodded, looking uncomfortable. “Must feel good to close such a cold case,” Mulder went on before looking back down at the paperwork. Scully leaned over to get a look at it. The victim was male, was in his early twenties when he’d gone missing in 1976, last seen wearing white sneakers and jeans and a yellow striped top.

“You’re confident of the identification?” she asked dubiously, ‘76 being a quarter of a century past.

The Sheriff swallowed. “There was no ID on the body, but… we’re pretty confident.”

Mulder flipped the file closed. “Let’s take a look,” he said.

“Andy!” The Sheriff called out, and a deputy who had been standing near the tarp-covered body waved back. “Andy was first on scene,” he said to the two agents.

Mulder noticed that when he and Scully began to pick their way down the embankment towards the small beach, none of the members of the sheriff’s department joined them.

As they approached, Mulder got a better look at Andy the deputy, who barely looked old enough to drive. It was likely he’d pulled corpse-sitting duties in an act of hazing. His arms were crossed over his chest while the walkie clipped to his shoulder gave a steady susurration of dispatch chatter. He gave off an air of indifference, but he was plowing through a stick of gum, working his tongue at it elaborately, snapping it nervously through his teeth.

“What time did the call come in?” Scully asked, crouching down next to the body, her knees softly popping.

“About seven am,” he answered, then added, “ma’am.”

“Someone walking their dog, the sheriff said?” She lifted up a corner of the tarp to get a look at the victim’s face. Mulder watched as her eyebrows furrowed into a chevron of confusion.

The deputy nodded, continuing to gnaw on his gum, and hooked his thumbs through his shiny utility belt.

Mulder noted the pawprints and shoe prints of the dog walker who’d found the body. The sand underneath them was damp, but firm, and showed only a few other prints, all of them looking to be standard police-issue.

“Did you examine the body?” Mulder asked him.

“There was no pulse, no ID on him,” the deputy replied.

“How did you-”

“Hey Mulder?” There was a sharpness to her tone that made Mulder stop talking. “Can you take a look here?”

Scully peeled back the corner of the tarp, revealing a young-looking man with dark hair. He was dressed in jeans, white tennis shoes and a yellow striped tee shirt. He couldn’t have been more than twenty-five. Mulder glanced down at his hand, which was still holding the archaic looking missing persons file. “Huh,” he said. Scully reached up and touched his wrist, and he knew that she’d find his pulse beating rabbit-quick.

“If you don’t mind,” the deputy said, clearing his throat. “I’m going to…” he hooked a thumb up toward the rest of his compatriots and beat a hasty retreat.

“Those clothes don’t look twenty years old,” Mulder said.

“Twenty six,” Scully corrected, still hunched close to the ground. “Can I see the file?” Mulder handed it over without a word, and Scully flipped through it quickly, her eyes scanning the contents.

“This can’t be right,” she said.

#WIP ask #The Unseelie Court #fanfic #my fic #the x-files #msr

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daisiesonafield-blog · 1 year ago

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Info for Faith In The Future World Tour CUYAHOGA FALLS, OH, JUN 1 2023

With special guests THE ACADEMIC & SNARLS!

Important Times:

2:00PM - Early Parking Opens

4:00PM - All Parking Opens

5:00PM - Plaza Doors Open

6:00PM - Gates Open

7:00PM - Snarls

7:45 PM - The Academic

9:00 PM - Louis Tomlinson

Times are all approximate. The show information is always subject to change.

Details here.

General admission (pit tickets):

There is no line up for pit

Gate to access seats and pit opens at 6pm after the plaza has opened.

🔆⚠️ HIGH TEMPERATURE ADVISORY ⚠️🔆

Temperatures are expected to reach the 90s F (33ºC)!

Hydrate before the show, while waiting in line and during the show

For optimal hydration drink something with electrolytes such as Gatorade or LiquidIV

20oz Bottled Water unfrozen ALLOWED

Wear sunscreen!

Eat well!

Subject to change. Check the venue’s socials for updates!

Here are important policies:

The venue is CASHLESS! Pay with a card or mobile pay! If you don't have these, staff will be available on-site at the main gate merchandise booth to exchange cash for card, dollar for dollar, without any service fees.

Upgrade Add-ons: VIP Green Room Access ($125), Club Access ($110)

Parking: Free general parking is available to all ticket holders. Free parking is located in our grass parking lots approximately half a mile to a mile from our main ticket gates. ADA parking free. Closer parking pass sales ended 10 days prior to show day online at Livenation.com.

ADA info here

Cameras: Small non-professional personal cameras are allowed in the venue. Flash photography, video, removable lens or GoPro cameras are not permitted. Flash photography, video recording and professional cameras are strictly prohibited and not allowed in the venue. Photography is allowed providing it is with a non professional personal camera with no flash. Audio recording is also prohibited.

20oz Bottled Water unfrozen ALLOWED

Food in a clear, 1-gallon ziploc bag. One bag per person ALLOWED.

Small binoculars allowed

Non-aerosol sun tan lotion and bug repellent ALLOWED

Standard size 3' diameter umbrella ALLOWED. Golf umbrellas and/or umbrellas with metal/plastic tips are not permitted

Ponchos/Raincoats ALLOWED

Blankets ALLOWED

NO Animals (except service animals)

NO drugs

NO glass, plastic or metal containers

NO coolers

NO knives, firearms, mace, pepper spray or weapons of any kind

NO Ipads

NO selfie sticks

Lawn chair rentals $15

The Allegiant Lawn is not available for purchase and the Lawn Pass is not valid for this show.

Food info here. Make a reservation for the Blossom Grille here (The first 50 diners in our reservations will receive a goody bag with Louis treats included.) It's a full-service open-air restaurant and bar. Menu here.

There is NO RE-ENTRY!

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For more details click here

Bag Policy

CLEAR plastic/vinyl tote bags no larger than 12” x 6” x 12” and/or

Small clutch bags (6”x 9”). The small clutch bags do not need to be clear.

No other bags of any type will be allowed. Any bags that do not meet our guidelines must be returned to your vehicle.

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Banners, signs and flag policy:

Signs larger than 8.5 X 11 in are not permitted into the venue. This size is a standard sheet of paper.

We do not allow in banners or signs that are larger than this due to the potential to block other guests view of the performance.

All signs must be appropriate in nature and not be a distraction to the artist.

NO Large signs, posters or flags

For more details click here

Contact:

For additional questions please call the venue at (330) 920-8040. You can also access their website. Email [email protected]. Check their twitter here and Facebook here for updates. Address: 1145 W Steels Corners Rd, Cuyahoga Falls, OH 44223

#venue policy #venue protocol #fitfwt cuyahoga falls

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cedigcrafts · 9 months ago

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This isn't my usual kind of post but thought I'd share it anyway - I have recently been diagnosed with arthritis, I've been feeling the symptoms for years but kind of ignored it, assumed it was me feeling run down or having done more exercise than usual, or a host of other things. But I finally got myself to the GP, had some scans, and they confirmed that I have got arthritis.

I had been going back and forth in my mind on whether or not to get a walking stick for several years because I wasn't really sure if I needed one, and thought it might be rude of me to do so when I'm not "officially" disabled, but a couple of years ago I was on a day out and had taken a large golf umbrella as it was supposed to rain and I was using it as a walking stick. I realised I was able to walk much further and for longer (not any faster though, sadly!) because I had this aid.

But I still didn't pluck up the courage to get a stick until I was diagnosed, and now she's here! I got this one from Cool Crutches as I've seen a few disabled creators I follow using them and thought it was worth a go.

The only thing left to do now is name her. It MUST be a pun, so this will need some serious consideration. Suggestions on the back of a postcard!

#arthritis #walking stick #cool crutches #arthritis sucks

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figmentrinzler · 9 months ago

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When I was out at arrival duty this morning with my 5th graders on Safety Patrol, I gave them large golf umbrellas due to the mix of rain and snow we were having and this exchange happened.

Kid 1: I feel like Mary Poppins

Kid 2: Dude, you are not practically perfect in every way.

I am still thinking about that.

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patches-bitsandbobs · 2 years ago

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started: 18/3/2023 - who was this weirdly familiar guy, and why was he telling him Noise’s battle strategies?

Peppino hated going anywhere. Gustavo loved going to the pub on the weekends. Peppino didn't have any money. Gustavo had enough money to buy them four sets of rounds. Gustavo likes alcohol. Peppino also likes alcohol. Gustavo thinks Peppino should get out more. Peppino thinks he’s better off staying inside, watching the telly.

begrudgingly, after much pestering and begging and asking, Peppino relented, and he and Gustavo headed out to the Shrimps Sipper as soon as the weekend rolled around. Brick stayed behind, offering to house sit for them, to the dismay of Peppino (Brick wanted to eat cheese).

it wasn't comfortable, considering it was half packed with former residents of the tower. Fork Knights, Pizza Slicers, Snowmen, Shrimp Thugs, and Golf Demons were among the few scattered here and there, drinking and talking to one another, thankfully not looking in their direction. Peppino very much wanted to keep it that way, so with half frantic taps on Gustavo's arm, he directed the other to a lone table, secluded in the corner. Gustavo, as bright and chipper as ever, followed along. they sat down, Peppino stuffing himself in the shadow of the corner, while Gustavo patted his shoulder with a warm smile, asking Peppino what he would like to drink.

Peppino told him his order, Gustavo left for the bar, and Peppino was alone. he shifted his eyes here and there, beads of sweat beginning to form on his face, as he darted between each Shrimp that laughed too loudly, or each Demon that raised their voice just a touch too high, or each Fork Knight that slammed their fork against the table (and really, why did they bring their fork to a pub?). the volume of the occupants, the smell of mixed cocktails, the largeness of the room; it wasn't doing his head nor his anxiety any favours. he very quickly found that he wanted to leave.

'well hey there Mr Italian man!' a squeaky voice spoke directly from his right, and he screamed his signature scream, swinging his arm out. there was a yelp as his arm wooshed through empty air. he felt like he was about to pass out. 'geez, I didn't mean to scare ya like that!!!' he turned his head to look at the stranger, and saw someone with a too wide grin and too small eyes looking back at him. a messy tuft of black hair, a suit that was way too large for his small form, a face full of freckles.

he had no idea who this guy was.

with a huff of laughter, the stranger slid into the seat across from him, a Martini glass in hand. still reeling from the sudden adrenaline rush, Peppino glared him down, alternating between wanting to fling himself across the table at him, or bolt clear from the building.

'I ain't used to seein' you out and about like this! what's the occasion, eh?' the man sipped his drink with a massive smile, looking him dead in the eye, not caring that Peppino was steaming with fear and rage. taking a deep breath, Peppino tried to ease the tension from his highly hunched shoulders.

'I was, uh. invited, I, I'm sorry, who are you?' the longer Peppino stared, the more confused he grew. this man wasn't from the tower was he? he didn't recall seeing him anywhere; so why did he seem to know Peppino? the mans face alternated between shocked, insulted, and confused, before settling on pure elation, his teeth going sharp and devilish. it only made Peppino more anxious than he already was.

'my names James! I saw some of your ads for ya pizza place, but I didn't know I'd meet you in a place like this!' he racked his brain and still came up empty, because this man had never visited his parlour, either.

'oh. 'kay.' Peppino slowly said.

'yep!' the man replied.

the quiet chatter and soft clinks of the bar filled in their awkward silence. Peppino wrung his hands together under the table, while the man knocked the miniature umbrella about. he wondered what was taking Gustavo so long. without knowing it, the stranger saved him from sinking into his man-made hysteria of being abandoned at the pub.

'say, are you familiar with that Noise guy?' the mere mention of the name had Peppino recoil with a violent sneer. it made the man laugh. 'I figured you were! well, what if I told ya that I know some’a his battle plans?' Peppino raised a brow at him, and the stranger leaned in. 'swear down I do! I think it could be worth ya while!' Peppino visibly thought about it. it didn't take him long to settle on his answer.

'I'm listening.' ------------ Peppino and "James" bumped into each other a week later, where a slumped, obviously upset Peppino sat alone, in the same place they had first met. Gustavo, once again, was occupied at the bar's counter, happily chatting to the shrimp that was serving other occupants their drinks. Peppino seemed to sense "James" this time, turning an eye to face the grinning man, who easily slid into the seat across from him. he didn't have a glass with him this time, and was wearing the same brand of suit as before, only this time, it was an obnoxious purple rather than an ugly yellow.

'hey there Italian man!'

'hello, James.'

'how'd ya fight with ol' Noisey go?'

'how'd you know we got in a fight?' a bout of nervousness crossed "James'" face that was waved off within the same second.

'phaaa, everyone knows that you fight that guy at least once a week. it's common knowledge here!' Peppino frowned, thought it over, did a slight shrug and a small hum. 'so er, I'm takin' it you lost? you've got a face like a slapped arse.'

'it's like he knew exactly what I was gonna do!' Peppino immediately vented. 'he read me like a god damn book the entire time!'

'ooh, bummer. you should try getting somewhere high up next time; I hear that his balloon has a hard time getting good heights.'

'how do you know so much about him?'

'you could say that I have a kind of rivalry with him, too.' Peppino's eye gained a shine.

'we should team up then!' to which "James" laughed him off.

'nah, my rivalry ain't quite the same as yours. ours is more for fun, y'know?'

Peppino deflated onto the table. "James" leaned over and lightly patted his shoulder. ---------------------- Peppino was drunk. he wasn't drunk, he was absolutely blasted. his vision swam, his body felt akin to jelly, his brain was mush and his thoughts were scrambled. sounds and smells slurred together into a haze of nothing, a thick warmness coursing through his chest and spreading through his limbs that made the rest of him sluggish and tired. was he laid out on the table, or sat up? was he staring at the wood of the table, or at his own brown trousers? was his glass half empty, or full? how much had he even had to drink? he tried to focus on how many glasses there were, but found that he couldn't focus on a single one.

'uh, Peppino?' ooh, he knew that voice, that was James! he liked James. he was nice. weird, and somehow really familiar, but nice. not Gustavo nice, who was being nice for the sake of being polite, and not Vigilante nice, where it was obviously faked for the sake of being civil. no, James was just. nice. nice to talk to, nice to sit with, nice to be around. 'geez, are you alri-'

'Jaaaaames' Peppino blindly reached out, hands landing on the course material of James' suit. in a brash display of affection he would never ever do while sober, he curled his arms around James and pulled him in, giggling the entire time. James, stunned by the sudden motion, had no choice but to allow himself be tugged down into Peppino's personal space, where he practically fell into Peppino's lap. Peppino sunk into him, head lolling on James’ shoulder, hands bunched at his back.

'cheesus crust Peppino, how much have you had?'

'liiiiiiiiiike, two.'

'two what?? gallons??' Peppino laughed, bright and loud. he stunk to high heaven of beer. James, desperately, reached into his pocket for his phone. the only way he could use it was to return Peppino's drunken hug, and the gesture made Peppino hum with satisfaction.

SUPATERSTAR95: help

CoffeeRabbit: =O!!! whats wrong??!?!

SUPERSTAR95: i lied to pepino he think im some1 else he drunk as fuck

CoffeeRabbit: what the fuck teddy y wud u lie!!!!! >=(

SUPERSTAR95: it was funny =( how do i tel him

CoffeeRabbit: ur on ur own!!!

SUPERSTAR95: babe plssssss he wont let go of me and i dont want 2 fite in middle of pub

CoffeeRabbit: ON UR OWN!!!!!!!

he sighed. Peppino still held him in his iron grip. he awkwardly put his phone away, and timidly put his hands on Peppino’s back, like the act itself would burn him.

'uh, listen, Peppino,'

'hmm mmmmmmmmmmm'

'I'm not. I ain't. my name isn't James, it's uh. ...’ god, it had been such a good idea at the time. why did the Italian have to go and get drunk? that ruined everything. ‘I'm Noise.'

'huh.'

'yeah, I uh. it was a prank. like it wasn't- I didn't mean for it to be a prank, but I figured it'd be funny to. y'know.' ever so slowly, Peppino pulled the Noise away, holding him out at arms length. he squinted at Noise, trying really hard to see, before his mouth opened in an "O" shape. wobbly hands cupped the Noise's face, tilting him this and that a-way, before lightly slapping one cheek and re-wrapping his arms around the Noise, pulling him back in for a hug. the Noise would have fled then and there, if not for that series of actions. why the fuck did Peppino have to be a cuddly drunk?

'I kneeeeeeeeeew you looked familar. that’s how ya knew my every move too!'

'... I uh. I figured that you'd be. ... mad.'

'oh I am. I'm so fucking mad at you Noise. I'm so fucking angry at you. you are so lucky that I'm drunk.' oh he had sounded stone sober saying that. he's gonna kick my arse flat.

they stay like that for a few more minutes; Peppino holding Noise, Noise awkwardly balancing himself atop Peppino. his face felt on-fire, and his legs were starting to get numb.

'how long've you been here anyway? I can take you home as an. ...’ he grit his teeth. ‘... apology.' the word was almost spit from Noise's mouth, and Peppino giggled again, all hints of his soberness disappearing.

'les' go grab Gus and go home.'

Noise helped Peppino to his feet, where Peppino slung a heavy arm across Noise's shoulders, leaning his entire weight onto him (on purpose, Noise couldn’t help but notice), and together, the two shambled to the bars counter, where a half asleep Gustavo was sprawled.

'GUS.'

'ooooh hello Peppiiiiii.' Gustavo turned around, his moustache lined with beer foam. he lazily looked between Peppino and Noise, and his grin only seemed to grow wider. 'hello Noiseeeeee.'

'what- how'd'cha know it's him????' Peppino blanked.

'you're just an idiot, Italian.'

'you look WEIRD without your costume.'

‘and it’s weird seeing you drunk, now come on, I ain’t got all day.’

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here’s what happens - I write something, I make it WAY too long, and then I don’t know how to rightly finish it. anyway my headcanon is that Peppino genuinely doesn’t recognize Noise outside of his costume; Noise isn’t being malicious per say, he just didn’t figure that Peppino would be so touchy feely, so he feels immediently bad when he realises how much Peppino considers his fake persona as a friend

yeeaaaaaow

#pizza tower #10t #2023 #alcohol

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autisticsupervillain · 2 years ago

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FTF: Isekai Invasion!

The show where we take a character and drop them into a different franchise at a random location to see if they can conquer the world.

This Episode....

Agent 47 invades Vought!

Conditions:

No Stats Equalized.

TV show canon used for Vought.

Freelancer Era 47

Mission Briefing:

"Good Evening, 47. I'm sure you are familiar with Vought International. They are currently the most powerful and popular corporate conglomerate in the world, holding a monopoly over most of the first world's drugs, entertainment, and superheroes. Recently, however, a few cracks have begun to surface in their squeaky clean fascade and numerous scandals have shown that Vought's heroes are anything but. The Deep had a very public scandal wherein it was revealed he sexually assaulted his newest coworker Starlight, and Stormfront's recently revealed Nazi ties may run deeper in the company than they'd like us to believe. Though all of that pales in comparison to the private intel we've received, indicating that Homelander himself may have been responsible for the crash of Flight 37, making him personally responsible for thousands of deaths. Not wanting to risk outright war with the most powerful man on Earth, the international community has turned to us for plausible deniability. For anyone else, dismantling a corporation as large as Vought would be an impossible task. For us? This is just business as usual. I'll leave you to prepare."

Analysis: Agent 47

"Names are for friends, so I don't need one."

One day, the International Contract Agency found a mysterious man knocking on their front door. The man had no name, no history, and seemingly no personality. All he had was a remarkable gift for murder, as if he were the grim reaper himself. He said he went by 47. It wasn't a name, so he made it one. He became the ICA's greatest assassin and paved a legacy of death everywhere he went.

In truth, Agent 47 was a clone, created by Dr. Ortmyer in an attempt to create the world's greatest assassin. Unfortunately for Ortmyer, he succeeded. 47 killed his pseudo father, and struck out on his own. Left directionless by the revelation of his birth, 47 attempted to start a normal life for himself. Unfortunately, he found that his only talents were in killing people. So, he decided to he was going to be the best there ever was at it. He would kill the most powerful people in the world for the right price and prove that no one, no matter how powerful, was above consequences.

Agent 47 is a master of stealth and disguise unlike any other. He's considered a myth to law enforcement agencies all around the world and has repeatedly killed people with the same level of mythic status as himself. Those who do know he exists would much rather hire him than make him their enemy. A smart move considering he tears down international conspiracies on a weekly basis.

Agent 47 is quiet the Renaissance Man, even rivaling Mario for the title. He's more than capable of doing nearly any job on the planet and is capable of using anything as a weapon. He can knock grown, fully armoured men out cold with snowballs and feather dusters. He can kill people with umbrellas, pencils, and pens. He can even use fire extinguishers as improvised grenades. An Agent 47 armed with only his garrote wire, silver baller pistol, and coins is best considered fully armed and dangerous, but he's capable of using much more. When even his standard, silenced Silverballer pistols are strong enough to kill elephants in one shot, you know he's a walking armory. Shotguns, SMGs, sniper rifles, and more. If 47 doesn't have them at home, he can buy them off of his arms dealers. And that's not even countinf his truly ridiculous weapons, such as a briefcase that homes in on anyone he throws it at and goes through anything in its path, a variety of grenades and explosives disguised as rubber ducks, toys, or golf balls, and a whole host poisons he can inject, spray, or poison your drink with, ranging from emetic rat poison to make you vomit, sleeping drugs to knock you out cold, or traditional poisons that can enduce heart attacks or shut down your brain. Whether he's bringing it from home, finding it on sight, or making his weapons out of whatever he's found lying around, 47 always has countless weapons close to hand and he can kill you in at least five different ways with each.

Similarly, 47 is smart enough to competently perform any job on Earth, even frequently imitating and impressing experts in his field. Butlers, Doctors, DJs, CEOs, Engineers, and so on and so forth. He has successfully disguised himself as close loved ones of his targets and is fluent enough in most languages to pass himself off as a native speaker. This vast array of knowledge allows him to improvise countless ways to kill his targets. From drowning you in a toilet, tricking your bodyguards into killing you, manipulating your wife into pushing you off a bridge, driving you to grief stricken suicide, or even running you over with a goddamn train, if there's a way to kill someone, he's thought of it and performed it with no one any the wiser.

On top of his superhuman intellect, 47 is superhuman physically as well. He can survive exposure to the freezing cold temperatures of the Carpathian mountains while mostly naked, is immune to nearly every poison and disease known to man (baring few exceptions) has survived being electrocuted while standing in water (albiet was knocked out by this) and has a resistance to mind control so great that the person trying to mind control him died from the sheer backlash. It has even been noted by an implied psychic (who was clairvoyant enough to deduce a client's criminal history) that 47 has an aura of death looming around him that strikes terror into anyone capable of seeing it. He can even move at blatantly superhuman speeds, such as when he outpaced a jaguar. Or the time he drew his gun and shot someone as they were already pulling the trigger on him. His casual jogging speed is faster than state of the art security cameras can track and he was once able to kill three people in exactly 2.3 seconds. And since 47 doesn't physically age, he will never grow out of his prime. As such, he's still kicking ass well into 59, easily outperforming men half his age.

Agent 47 also has the Instinct ability, a sixth sense that allows him to see through walls and can predict where his targets are going. However, he cannot use this ability in open combat.

47 has snuck into the White House undetected, frequently dismantles international conspiracies and secret societies, and is strong and skilled enough to defeat a middleweight MMA World Champion in only three blows. He even bested Sanchez, a genetically engineered superhuman who was twice his size, in unarmed combat.

If 47 has any weaknesses at all, it's that he rarely makes an emotional connections with anyone. The trauma of his ruthless upbringing has left him emotionally distant and he struggles to emotionally connect with others. Those he does care about he will do anything to protect, even against suicidal odds. Similarly, he has repressed many of the memories of his childhood, partly due to trauma and partly due to mindwiping drugs, and he frequently questions his place in the universe due to his upbringing. 47 doesn't think he's capable of committing to any line of work that doesn't involve murder, without hurting the few people he holds dear.

Still, 47 is for all intents and purposes the perfect killing machine. His most impressive feat physically speaking is when the Saints blew up his hotel room with an RPG-7, which 47 survived without a scratch. Assuming the absolute lowest yield for an RPG-7, that's still nearly 878 kilojoules of energy. Seeing how 47 can hurt people on his level, see Sanchez above, 47 should also be capable of punching with this amount of force as well. In fact, 47's standard issue fire arms should be considerably stronger, as his guns are capable of killing Ortmeyer's Agent 48 clones, who are physically superior to 47 in every way.

Agent 47 was an attempt to create the world's greatest assassin and he was a complete success. Unfortunately for his creators, he was still human. This meant that they were the first in a long list of people to discover just how well they'd succeeded.

Analysis: Vought

Imagine, if you would, a mass media conglomerate that had an iron tight chokehold on almost all forms of popular culture. Pumping out TV shows, movies, video games and more constantly, drowning popular culture in nostalgia and shlock with no end in sight.

Are you imagining Disney? Good, now give them actual superheroes and scream in terror at the implications. That's Vought International.

Originally started as Vought American, this pharmaceutical mass media conglomerate is anything but the benevolent Disney clone it pretends to be on the surface. Vought was actually founded by Fredrick Vought, chief physician at the Dachau concentration camp, who used his position to freely experiment on unwillingly human test subjects for the purpose of creating superhuman soldiers. This resulted in the creation of Compound V, a drug that could foster superpowers inside of human beings, but this invention was perfected too late. Fredrick realized the defeat of the Nazi party was nigh and defected to the Allies, where he continued his experiments on American soldiers. This served as a notable advantage in the Allies' corner, which prompted President Roosevelt to pardon him of all crimes and allow him to start up his own company, Vought American.

Now known as Vought International, Vought has a stranglehold on media and entertainment, which they maintain through gross over promotion of their main asset, Superheroes. These "Supes" as they're known as are toted as naturally occuring "Super-Abled" human beings who choose to fight for justice and uphold the American way, but they are in truth just ordinary humans that Vought cloned and experimented on with Compound V, raising most them to be perfect products and celebrities.

The end result is a bunch of unstable, fucked up celebrities with Superpowers who have never had to face any consequences for their actions, as Vought happily covers up any and all atrocities. Being seen as nothing but products by their creators, Supes are at best highly unstable hedonists and at worst murderous, bigoted fascists who happily engage in mass murder and sexual assault.

Which is a problem, as even the weakest and slowest of Supes is much mightier than your average mortal man, outrunning cars and smashing through walls with ease. Take A-Train, who, even after a debilitating heart attack that crippled both his powers and his career, could still generate generate roughly 616 kilojoules of energy through sheer kinetic energy and speed alone, moving at 112 m/s to do so.

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Stronger Supes, meanwhile, can do far greater damage, outright punching people into a fine red mist. Take Lamplighter for instance, whose fire could melt a heavy metal door to slag in seconds, requiring roughly 203300 kilojoules of energy.

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Though even they pale in comparison to Vought's all time mightiest superhero team and its leader: Homelander.

Homelander is easily the most powerful Supe in history, easily stronger than the rest of the Seven combined. Even some of the most powerful Supes in Vought's arsenal, like Soldier Boy and Queen Maeve, can do little more than give him a nose bleed. The only thing we've seen do any considerable damage to Homelander is a massive explosion that leveled an entire power plant.

Now, that calc I've been using for this particular feat up until now has recently been called into question bybthe community, both in terms of consistency and in terms of the dimensions the calc actually used. As such, I'm using a different calc, one that outs Homelander's durability and stats at roughly 43 tons of TNT.

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And that's on top of moving at speeds that easily eclipse any other Supe in the series, moving 18 times to speed of sound to outrun an explosion.

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However, it is worth noting that Supes vary wildly when it comes to their actual powers. Their powers can range from completely useless to absolutely devastating with no real pattern to it. Some Supes have invisible, bulletproof skin, some can create building sized explosions at will, and others... can breath underwater... or have a giant rubbery dick. Though the plus side of this is no encounter with a Supe is guaranteed to go down the same way and most Supes require plans built around their specific abilities.

For example, A-Train, whom at his peak can run at 371 m/s, is going to be a much different fight than Translucent, who can turn invisible and has bullet proof skin. And both of those characters are going to be a much different fight than Mindstorm, who can manipulate the mind by casting illusions, hearing the thoughts of everyone around him, and so on.

Though, they do all share one major flaw. They're celebrities first and heroes second. Not only do most Supes not have any training or real combat experience, but they also struggle from severe mental issues as a result of their traumatic upbringing and corruptive celebrity life style. At best, they're hedonistic drug addicts and at worst they're bigoted, unstable time bombs one day away from killing everything in sight.

Homelander himself is a great example of this. He has the most combatively viable kit out of any member of the Seven, with his heat vision and flight letting him take out most threats at a distance, while his x-ray vision and super senses let him sus out liars and track down potential targets. But he's so emotionally unstable that he's a massive threat to not just Vought, but the entire world potentially. He's easily the most dangerous supervillain on the planet. A perfect reflection of the biggest corporation on the planet. Inherently childish and ultimately self destructive.

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Let's start with a direct comparison. While even significantly weaker Supes should still be able to outpace 47 (there's a considerable difference between outrunning a jaguar and outrunning a car), 47 should still be able to beat the weakest Supes out there. He's stronger than them, for one (878 kilojoules vs 616) and has actual combat experience, meaning he should beat Translucent or The Deep one on one if it ever came to that. Against anyone stronger though, such as Black Noir or Maeve, he'd be as screwed as any other human.

Of course, 47 doesn't roll like that, so that scenario is unlikely. The question here is if 47 can stealthily assassinate Supes. Short answer: Yes. Whilst a lot of Supes would be flat out immune to even 47's most powerful guns, most Supes are not inherently resistant to poisons. In fact, the very fact that they can be effected by drugs and even die from overdoses proves as much, meaning there's nothing they can do to stop 47 from poisoning their drink, gassing them through the air vents, and so on.

Now there is one glaring exception to this rule in the form of Soldier Boy, who is immune to almost all poisons in the world, with the Novichok nerve agent only knocking him out at most. But, Soldier Boy isn't really associated with Vought anymore. He's assumed dead before the series even began and by the time anyone knows he's alive, he's working against Vought. As such, he's really not a target on the contract and as such, he's not 47's concern. 47's a professional who only kills who he's paid to.

On the subject of third parties, I don't see 47 joining up with The Boys at all. Not only do I not see him trusting Billy enough to work with him, given Butcher's methods of strong arming his teamates, but 47 just doesn't work with other people unless he's closely, personally invested in them, like with Lucas, Diana, or Victoria. He's a lone wolf, at most he'd subtly push The Boys into taking out a target for him, but he wouldn't go any farther than that.

Of course, once Vought realizes there's an assassin after them, which they will after most of their Supes start dying in convenient accidents, they'll begin plotting to identify and track down the threat. This is 47's biggest problem, as since this is him during Freelancer, he actually has a home base he can be tracked back to, at which point Homelander would just fly over and deep fry him. It's just a question of whether they can do so.

Mind reading Supes aren't much worry. 47's resistances guarantee that anyone who tries to mind read him will just drop dead from the backlash. It's shrinking Supes or invisible Supes who pose more of a problem, as I can genuinely see 47 potentially overlooking them. However, that would actually qualify 47 to be identified and followed, which is easier said than done. 47's casual jogging speed makes him too fast for cameras to pick up and that's assuming he doesn't just deactivate them first thing, so that's out. Meanwhile, 47's master of disguise shtick could very easily frame someone else.

Assuming 47 is caught in a Translucent situation though, there are some precautions he could take. For instance, planting proximity gas grenades at places around his house that only he knows about, to catch any would be followers, or potentially even using Instinct to notice anyone trailing behind him.

Another important thing to note is that 47 has taken down large organizations before, largely by leaking sensitive information to the public that forces the corporation to disband. Vought would be especially vulnerable to this given its Nazi ties and leaking such information could force government intervention worldwide. The big problem is Homelander. Homelander is so powerful that the world can't really do anything about him, so his existence acts as a deterrent against any kind of government clap back. That's a major plot point in fact. As such, he'd be the primary target.

So, can 47 assassinate Homelander? Homelander is much too durable for 47's explosives to harm him, so that just leaves poison, which Homelander has shown no resistance to. Homelander's super senses leave flat out stealth out, but given 47's supernatural level of calm, his disguises should still work. There wouldn't be any heartbeat deviations to give him away. Past that point, it's just a question of poisoning Homelander's milk while he's not in the building, minimizing the chances of being caught. Homelander's either Vought's prime asset or its CEO depending on the time frame, he can't be home all the time.

With Homelander down and Vought crippled by the deaths of several major Supes, stockholders, and managers, 47 will be able to release all the data he's collected to the public and bring Vought down in one swoop. All the Nazi ties, all the dirty deeds Supes have done, and all the blood money, dragged into international public view right as Homelander's declared dead. 47 collecta his paycheck and the international community can handle the rest.

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Info for Faith In The Future World Tour PHILLY, PA - JUL 27 2023

With special guests GIANT ROOKS & ANDREW CUSHIN!

Important Times:

5:30 PM - Doors Open

7:00 PM - Andrew Cushin

8:00 PM - Giant Rooks

9:00 PM - Louis Tomlinson

Times are all approximate and subject to change.

General admission (pit tickets):

Patrons may begin lining up at our South Gates no earlier than 9AM on Thursday.

Sequentially numbered wristbands will be put on guests' wrists upon arrival on a first-come, first-served basis.

Patrons must have a valid ticket for our July 27 show to receive a wristband, and all guests in a party must be present to receive a wristband.

Any patrons that have camped overnight or arrived before 9AM will not be given wristbands and will be sent to the back of the line.

Wristbanded patrons are encouraged to return at 3PM to begin lining up for GA entry at our South Gates.

Security will honor wristbands from 3PM - 4PM

After 4PM, guests will join the line on a first-come, first-served basis.

Loss, removal, or tampering with a wristband will result in loss of place in the GA line. Patrons are not permitted to hold places in line. Please be respectful and courteous to all other guests in line.

LAWN & SEAT TICKETHOLDERS:

The queue for lawn and seat ticketholders will begin at 4PM and no earlier.

Patrons lining up at the South Gates will have access to a free water station as well as portable toilets. Your safety and hydration is important to us!

Check the venue’s socials for updates!

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HIGH TEMPERATURES expected in Philly!

Temperatures will reach 96ºF/ 35ºC

A stray shower or thunderstorm is possible during the day.

YOU MUST Hydrate before the show, while waiting in line and during the show

Wear sunscreen!

💧⚠️ HYDRATION ADVISORY ⚠️💧

YOU MUST Hydrate before the show, while waiting in line and during the show

For optimal hydration drink something with electrolytes such as Gatorade or LiquidIV

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Here are important things to know:

The venue is cashless! Pay with card and mobile pay! A reverse ATM is on campus for you to convert your cash, dollar for dollar, with no charges, to a prepaid debit card.

Your phone is your ticket! Printouts not accepted!

Parking: parking is FREE! Space is limited, come early or carpool. Parking info and map here.

ADA info here

Cameras: NO Professional camera equipment & flash photography

Umbrellas (small, collapsible-shaft umbrellas, i.e. purse umbrellas, tote umbrellas, etc.) ALLOWED

Costumes (masks, sharp objects, large props, and weapons of any kind are not permitted) ALLOWED

Small blankets are allowed

Water: One 20-oz. plastic, factory-sealed bottle of water per person. Empty refillable water bottles ok! Free water refill stations will be available at The Top of the Hill and on the Main Plaza.

NO outside beverages (except the water listed above)

NO Cans, Bottles and Glass

NO baskets

NO coolers

NO Outside food, beverages, and alcohol

NO Kegs and mini-kegs

NO Picnics

NO Lawn chairs

NO Large blankets

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NO Animals (service animals are welcome, but no pets)

NO Controlled Substances

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NO Tents / canopies / camping equipment

NO Costume masks

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Bags must be 12"x6"x12" or smaller.

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