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THE FISHERMAN'S LEG (Part 12 of 20)

A sequel to Dee 1/2 Demon

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De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

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Things went quietly and happily for the next few days. Besides fish sales, the whole Fish Market gang, Minara, Takahara, Tanira, and Ichuru, would take out one of the Shop of Repairs' larger boats to fish for crabs and sand sharks. Besides those, they often took snappers, flounders, sea bass and rock cod to liven their sales displays.

At their now almost “traditional” dinners with the Shop of Repairs gang, which included all of those working for the Shop of Repairs, the Chiasu Estate, and Sabo's Better Fish Market, Miko suggested, “Tanira san, Minara has told me that since Magistrate Lim separated your debits and Minami's you are no longer in debit. Rather, you have caught up those that are properly yours and are making cash beyond what you owe.”

Tanira, a little worried at where Miko was going with this, nodded a bow and replied, “That is so, Miko san. Why have you brought this up?”

Dee, at the long table's head answered, “Minara san and Takahara san have asked us if they can be released to work for you, that is why!” Pulling a comic frown, she went on, “They like you better than us!”

Smiling now, Tanira bowed deeply to both girls and replied, “I shall be most happy to have them, but on two conditions. First, my house is so empty without Minami's boasting and bluster, that I wish them to live there with me, as a family with Ichuru san. It will be good to have friends and peace in the house for a change.

“Secondly, they must be willing to accept at least five more of copper cash daily, making a full ten. It has been wonderful to have them but their help is worth far more than I have been able to pay before this.”

Ichuru, eyes alight, clapped his hands and exclaimed, “That is wonderful, Mother san! They are as sisters to me already!”

Tanira smiled happily and hugged her son as she said fondly, “Ichuru san, they have not yet accepted my conditions.”

Takahara simply whooped and pounded Minara on the back! “She does want us! Yes, Tanira sanma! When we asked, we were afraid that you might not want us underfoot all the time!”

Tanira nodded a deep bow to them both. “You are indeed most welcome to work with me and share my home.”

Turning to the head of the table again, she asked, “Dee san, how will this affect our agreements, which are only oral and made in conversation? Especially about ice? But other things too, like using your boats to fish for crabs?”

Dee nodded thoughtfully, “Tanira san, I can see no reason to make any changes to our present practices, including having you all here for dinner.”

Patsu took up, “Got an offer for you. I will soon have three new girls that I need to train. Would you accept as a training project a boat of twelve paces length? It will be equipped with fan like lateen sails, like some of our larger boats and set up for sail, oars, and to fish how you would like.”

Instead of temporizing, because she well knew her hosts, she bowed deeply and inquired, “Could it be set up for trolling but have space to install nets later if it seems wise?”

Patsu simply nodded a bit of a bow as she replied, “I will see to it.”

Ichuru, forgetting his manners in his excitement, waived his arms and called, “Can I help to make it, Patsu?”

Tanira corralled her offspring and remonstrated gently, “She can answer you, Ichuru san, as soon as you ask politely.”

Abashed, but still eager, he bowed deeply and offered, “Patsu san, apologies for my unruly eagerness. May I please be allowed to assist in the making of mother Tanira san's fishing boat?”

Patsu returned his bow and replied, “When your other work, which includes some lessons in reading, writing and figuring, is done, you may help us to build that boat.”

One of the young ladies bowed to him and asked, “Do you still have that toy boat that I gave to you?”

“I love it, Ontara san! I keep it and my floats at the Fish Market. Mother, um, Tanira san lets me take it down to the shingle beach to play with it, as long as I wear my floats and Takahara san is there too, in case I fall into the water. She can swim really well.”

Looking about, he felt secure enough in this company to confess, “Sometimes I fall in on purpose so that Takahara san will pull me back to shore.”

A giggling Takahara grinned, “I can always tell when he's going to do it, too! He pushes the boat over to the shore, so that the wind can't take it away. As soon as he does, I get ready!”

The whole table, including his mother, had a good laugh at the whole idea.

After the friendly and actually productive meal, Takahara and Minara happily called, “Wait for us, Tanira san! We don't have a lot to pack!”

When they came down with their first arm loads, Patsu had an odd looking cart waiting for them. Seeing both Tanira and Ichuru's interest, she explained, “We use this cart to bring our boats up to the boat house when we are done for the day. Its shape has room for a keel under the boats with sails. Beats dragging them up that boat ramp.”

Tanira tilted her head quizzically as she asked, “You bring them up each night? Why? Other fishers only bring their boats out once a week or so.”

Patsu jerked a rude thumb at the door and the street beyond as she spat, “Minami. If we leave them out, he will try to ruin them somehow. It has happened three times already.”

Nodding slowly, Tanira nearly whispered, “I can see how that might be, Patsu san.”

The cart loaded, they pulled it out of the Chiasu Warehouse.

Minami was waiting, but across the street from them as required by Magistrate Lim's order, and the Constable who stood patiently beside him. He sneered loudly, gloatingly, “So, thrown out by the Demon spawn for helping another? Where will you go now, worthless ones? Nobody wants orphans like you!”

To everyone's surprise, it was Ichuru who snapped back, “Silence, Foul One! They are coming home to be my sisters! You are not a father to me! I turn my back to you!”

The enraged Minami started to charge across the street to strike the boy! Takahara dropped the pull bar of the cart and slid into a dangerous karate combat stance. Unneeded this time! A fast swipe with the handle end of the constable's ceremonial but very functional naginata had him down face first in a tangle of tripped legs! Before could catch his breath, his arms were bound behind his back!

As he was being led away, they all overheard, “Didn't you hear what my insolent son called me?”

“I did. I also heard your provocation. Why do you always assume the worst of others without the bother of asking what is happening?”

The next morning was a happy one in Tanira's suddenly busy household! The girls had taken Ichuru out to clean, weed and harvest the fairly extensive but much neglected kitchen garden!

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Pale Blood -- fang vs a pack of wolves

“That’s, that’s insane,” Den had heard all Nash could remember—all he had heard as he hid in his room from the ‘party’ their mother threw—and he hated every bit of it. But in the tale had been a name, and he latched onto that, as a buoy in the sea of nonsense he clawed at it, “you say Nora was there?”

“Yeah,” Nash bounced on the couch cushion, again—taking more delight in the comfort of it than the situation called for—but he answered, “She didn’t wanna eat it. If I could tell from two floors up, I’m sure mama could, but she did. Ate it all up just like everyone. And when she left, well, you know how she’s like in heat?”

Den gagged and shoved him into the arm of the couch, “Why would you put that in my head?”

“‘Cuz it’s what happened,” Nash shoved back, “and it’s relevant. It fucked em up.” His face scrunched, souring as he explained, “And not all of em waited till they left.”

“What do you mean,” Den asked, but imagination filled in the rest and he gagged again before changing the subject with a shouted, “Hey, Del, who we meeting up top again?”

“A wolf and a mer,” Delmas said, but he did not walk into the living room alone, or first.

He was guided by a proud and strutting Minara who announced, “Den, look, I made your boyfriend pretty!” before falling to giggles.

All of his short, shaggy, mouse-brown hair was gathered into numerous tight braids, which dangled around his face like strings of beads and wiggled as he walked.

Den and Nash sputtered, nearly in sync, before their throaty laughter filled the living room and burnt up as red splotches on Delmas’ cheeks.

“Yeah, laugh it up,” He dared, “I’m adorable.”

“Give us a twirl,” Nash teased.

And Den folded with greater laughter as Delmas stiffened his lip and obliged, raising his arms and turning slowly around to show that the braids continued all the way around.

“Where did you find so many hair-ties?” Den asked his sister, though his eyes stayed on Delmas’ hair, drawing him off the couch and over to touch.

“He’s got a whole box,” She tittered, running to Nash as he patted the emptied spot beside him.

“Got anymore?” Nash asked her, indicating the loose mess of hair down his back and smiling as she lit up—brush still in hand, wrists covered in ties.

“Used to keep it long,” Delmas explained, smiling as Den played with his hair, before glowering at Nash, “but someone started playin’ dirty.”

Nash moved the table, and was just sitting down on the floor in front of an overly bouncy Minara, when he shrugged and said, “Got no regrets.” Shooting Delmas a wink, he added, “Short hair suits ya.”

Delmas’ scoff amused no one and he changed the subject, “Wolf and a mer,” he repeated to Den, “that’s who we’re seein’ up top, then the other mer with the weird blood. Why d’ya ask?”

“Oh, Nash said our sister was at the party and,” he answered, but he didn’t stop bouncing the short braids, “She’s the only one of us up top so, I thought.” Delmas snatched his hand as he made to bounce another braid off it and Den smiled, “I thought it might be Nora.”

“Auntie Ala!” Minara chirped, but Nash yanked his head forward, jerking her hands with it, and her giddy tone fell, “I, I mean Nora.”

“Auntie,” Delmas asked, pulling away as Den made again for the braids, “I thought you said ‘sister’?”

“It’s both,” Den said simply, too simply, and Delmas tilted his head for more, but Den only teased, “I thought you knew wolves?”

The red splotches returned and Delmas looked away, “I never, well, I mean,” his eyes flitted to Minara.

Den grinned. “Oh,” he cooed, “you’ve never been with one long enough for conversation, have you?”

Delmas did not answer, but he had no need, his pinched lips and wandering eyes said enough.

Nash laughed, short and mean, “fuckin’ knew it.”

“Nashy! Language,” Minara snapped, yanking his hair.

He huffed but, in a small voice, said, “Sorry.”

“That’s right,” She puffed, sitting taller as she returned to braiding.

“So, you just like to play with us then,” Den said and, standing on the tips of his toes, added for Delmas alone, “am I just a toy to you?”

Delmas did not speak, even as that voice tickled his ear and followed down his side. He was not unaccustomed to shame, but with a child in the room he couldn’t address it in the manner he preferred, and so he burnt up in it instead.

But, luckily—for him—he didn’t need to.

As his netlink rang, loud and shrill, and every wolf in the room covered their ears and groaned until he answered it.

“Whoever you are, I owe you,” He said after.

“Um, thanks, I guess?” A raspy female voice said back, “This is Del, right, I have the right link? Ron put it in here under a weird name,” she muttered the next bit, but it got a smile out of Delmas, “and he’s going to hear about it next time he makes fun of my music.”

“Yeah, that’s me, and you are?” He knew the voice, but the name escaped him, wriggled from him in fact.

“Odea,” Den told him as he noticed the voice, soft as it was through the link, “it’s the witch, the one we’re supposed to meet...remember?”

“He’s right,” Odea said, “I’m guessing you forgot me too. If it weren’t for Fran here I’d never have remembered you.”

It flooded then, all of it, every moment Delmas had spent around the witch at the bloodbank, and the swirling gold she had found in Savor’s blood, and in her own—and how his shimmered too. He didn’t speak what flooded next, all the memories that throbbed behind the name that swelled too quickly to replace the witch’s.

But Odea heard it anyway, as all that filled him flowed into her. “You dated Savor?” she screamed.

“Witches,” Delmas muttered, grateful as Den shrank from the scream—and more so when he didn’t acknowledge the words spoken through it. With an apologetic nod to the recovering wolf, and a wary look to Min, Delmas ducked into the hall and further into the apartment, all the way into his bedroom, before he answered the witch, “Yes, I did, years ago. It ain’t a problem now.”

Odea did not agree, “It will be when we meet him.”

“No, it won’t,” he assured as he tapped the screen to close his door, lowering his voice ever further, “I’m sure he’s too busy to worry ‘bout me and you’ll be doin’ all the talkin’ anyway.”

“Like fuck I will,” She clipped, “it’s his blood we were testing, which means he’s the creep came looking around the bloodbank for a fang to fuck. And guess who he was real particular about getting?”

He scoffed, “It’s been years, that can’t be what that was.”

“Ron says I broke the windows screaming him off,” She sneered, pressing memories into him neither were prepared for. After a breath, and a groan, she continued, “It was something and you’re going to have to deal with it.”

“Fine,” he sneered, stewing, “there a point to this call?”

“Thirteenth blink,” Odea said, slowly, her voice cold, “at the skycab station. We’ll be taking a detour to help a cursed wolf. Be there on time or I will go talk to Savor without you and solve both our problems.”

“Ron already told me all that,” He matched her tone, “but I would pay to see you try and get in to see him on your own.”

“Thirteenth blink, Del,” She clipped again.

“I heard you, Odea,” he clipped back.

She sighed and waited, neither of them ending the connection, and that connection fed her far more than it fed him. It sang in anxious gasps of all the worries he refused to acknowledge, the rusting memories he held and the shining ones he feared would crack. And as they threatened to drag her into their shaking cage, she voiced what he could not, “You should tell him.”

Huffing, Delmas stared at his door, narrowing his eyes at the voice in his ear, “I don’t think you know me well enough to be makin’ no,”

“You have a scar on your left asscheek, in a rather salacious shape; want me to tell you where you got it?” Her tone was even, matter-of-fact, and it dropped Delmas to his bed—in spite of the gentle laughter that burst behind her.

“Fair ‘nuff,” He said, but his thoughts added, fuckin’ witches.

“Yeah, fucking witches,” She snapped, “same as fucking fangs; I can’t hide anything when you’re around me. Not so fun when it’s turned back on ya, is it? Den deserves to know and don’t even try to argue with me, I can feel it. How you feel for him, how you feel when you’re around him, the stuff you haven’t even admitted to yourself. You’re wide open to me. So you’d better fucking tell him.”

“Yep,” Delmas blurted, raising his voice as the door to his bedroom slid open to reveal Den standing with his head tilted and eyes narrowed, “He’s right here, yeah, I’ll tell him. Thirteenth blink, skycab, got it, we’ll see ya there.”

“Godsdamnit, you stubborn fu—”

Delmas cut the call, wincing at the residual volume of the last word.

“Nash and Min want to stay here...just until we figure out what’s wrong with the others,” Den said, not entering the room, “if that’s alright with you?”

Delmas considered objecting, considered telling him that he had no desire to leave two snoops alone in his apartment...but Odea’s voice echoed in his skull.

I can’t, he told it, it’s too much and we just started. I’ve moved on, stands to reason Sech has too. Maybe he was lookin’ for his shit ‘stead a me. The bottom drawer of his dresser glared up at him then, chased by the memory of kicking it, of preventing his new love from touching his old.

And he didn’t say what he should have, “Yeah, they’re welcome long as they need.”

“Uh-huh,” Den sighed before yelling into the living room, “He said yes!”

Delmas tried not to wince at the glee that—quite literally—howled down his hallway, but he failed. “Stay out of my room!” He shouted at it.

“Make me!” Nash shouted back, followed by the sudden cacophony of music as he and Min argued over what to play—Min won and would be singing shortly, to the detriment of everyone with ears.

“That one really nests when he feels safe, don’t he?” Delmas asked Den, trying for a smile.

He didn’t get it.

“We should probably get going,” Den said, tone remarkably even, more so than was comfortable to the ears it spoke to.

Delmas nodded and followed the disquieting chill of Den’s silence down the hall. But the silence didn’t last. Nostalgia was moaning in the living room.

Minara stood on the coffee table, singing along while Nash curled on the couch whimpering dramatically.

And Delmas couldn’t hold that song with that call in the same head just then, so he shut the music off. “Those songs are catchy, ain’t they?” he asked Minara, ignoring her knowing smirk, “but how's about we find somethin’ with a little less moanin’?”

“‘A little less moanin’?” Den broke in.

Delmas smiled, “Don't you think she's heard enough?”

The rolled eyes stung as he shot back, “I think she'd be picking on us if she'd heard any of that and I don't think that's why you said it.”

“Lover's quarrel already,” Nash perked, unfurling from the couch, “Movin’ a little fast there ain't ya?”

Den shot a glare so cold Nash shivered, “You got somewhere else you can flap those gums?”

Nash had no voice for response as Minara made the room screech. “Fixed it!” She popped, followed by, “no, no, wait.” Delmas shook his head and went to assist, greeted by an immediate, “She’s right.”

Adjusting the volume settings, Delmas managed to turn the screech into a low-pulsing drone—which was no less annoying—before he asked, “Who?”

Minara looked up to flare her bright yellow eyes, “Den won’t be mad. He jus’ don’ like secrets. So tell him.”

“Everyone hearin’ all my everythin’ today?” Delmas asked, any further whining lost to another squeal of feedback reverberating along the walls.

As it faded, Den called to him, “We’re leaving!” and locked a glare on Nash, “go help Min, and try to keep the place in one piece till we get back.”

Overrun by the need to needle, Nash asked, “Where you two goin’?”

Mirthless and sharper than any needle, Den smiled, “What, those ears just pick up what should be private?”

Waving his arms, Nash got off the couch, “Alright, alright. Shit,” he placated as he headed for the screen his sister stood at—ignoring the shrug Delmas offered as he passed, “Min, big brother's pickin’ on me.”

Without turning from her task, Minara clipped, “Maybe you need’a learn to watch your mouth.”

“Did I miss an alert or somethin’,” Nash asked, throwing his arms up, “when’d I become the punchin’ bag?”

Den was halfway down the hall when Delmas left the apartment, prickling in his worry. A worry that bled to panic as Minara found what he’d forgotten and a song unknown by even Savor’s most die-hard fans flooded the hall. Memories fought for purchase, painted by the warmth of a voice that moaned for him alone. But the colors were all wrong. And Den’s stiff back stripped the bright off every note.

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Layers of love

Hurried footsteps could be heard, growing louder by the second, once they stopped the door to the classroom opened, revealing the source of all the commotion. A lengthy, messy brown-haired girl dressed in baggy, green camo pants and a black, plain oversized hoodie, paired with her black converse.

"Ah!" Said the science teacher, making the girls attempts to sneak in futile. "So glad you could make it Lyra. what is it, your third time this week?" She continued dryly.

"Go sit down." Sighed Ms. Kumin as she gestued to the seat next to a strawberry-blonde girl adorned in gold jewellery and dressed in a frilly, pink chemise paired with ripped, skinny jeans. Both Lyra and the girl physically cringed as she took her seat.

"Now, as i was saying 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 Ms. Lanturn rudely interrupted us, your next chemistry assignment will be done is pairs." Loud murmers erupted from the class.

"Hang on. Before you pick your partners, you should know that 𝘐 will be picking you partners." The whole class sighed with disappointment.

"Yes, yes, I know that you hate me, but calm down."

Ms. Kumin called out the class, pairing up students.

"Lyra Lanturn and Minara Pahres."

the two shot a quick glare in the others direction. Despite neither having shared a conversation, they both hated eachother with a passion. Minara hated her because of the rumours that surrounded Lyra, whereas Lyra hated Minara because she was apart of the popular clique, and she hates those gits as a whole. The two girls sat in silence for the rest of the class, the tension between them thick enough to cut with a knife.

The bell rang, signalling the end of class. Minara, eager to leave, grabbed her stuff and started to leave the classroom, while Lyra stayed behind, taking her time, being in no rush to get to second period.

……….——_——……….

It was the final class of the day. Minara placed her books down next to a brunette girl, who was gazing out the window ready for class. Once she realised who it was, she made her attempt to move, but was foiled by their strict, language teacher Mrs. Tinpern entering the class, practically screaming at everyone to sit back down.

Lyra was at her wits end. Minara's constant bombardment of questions and confusion on the subject to the teacher made her question why this clueless prissy princess was even in AP Latin, and if the yapping of this pomeranian would be more pleasant with it's lips duck taped together, and with Lyra becoming more irritated as time passed, the thought became more pleasant by the second.

Neither of the girls muttered a word to eachother throughout the lesson, not even trying to hide their distaste for one another.

Minara was now taking notes from the board while Lyra, having already finnished, was looking out the window like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

"so... Berry?.." Lyra started hesitantly, still gazing out the window with her head in her hand.

The usually silent, grouchy brunette's words piqued the strawberry-blonde's interest, though mildly offended by the nickname, lifted her head from her notetaking.

"yours or mine?" The brunette asked.

"Huh?" Answered Minara in a slightly shocked, yet irritated voice, not understanding what she meant by that vauge question.

"Whose house are we studying at?!" Lyra specified, with a harsh side eye paired with her signature aggressive tone, mainly because of Minara's tone more than how she didn't understand. She wouldn't expect Berry to understand anything since she's so stupid.

………——_——……….

To call the bus ride to Lyra's place awkward would be a huge understatement, while both girls were sitting in the back they made it their mission to stay as far away from each other as possible, practically plastered to the glass, neither saying a word.

Lyra's home was of standard size. The back yard was littered with balls, bats, shoes and dog toys, along with an old, faded, red and yellow plastic slide.

"Why didn't we go through the front?" Minara asked quietly to no one in particular, afraid that if Lyra would hear her and get offended.

"Because the gate is broken." She spat with venom.

"Oh... okay." Minara swallowed.

"I'm home!" Called the brunette, a smile slowly etching on her tan, freckled face as the pitter-patter of tiny footsteps answered her call. Seven kids all with the same dark, messy brown hair she possesed, burst out of the hallway like a stampede, and tackled her in a hug. Minara couldent help but smile at the joyous family before her. The genuine smile on Lyra's face as she talked to her younger siblings, left the strawberry-blonde feeling nothing but guilt for the way she treated her, for believing the rumours and not actually getting to know the girl herself.

The 'study' session in question consisted less of actual studying and more of constant bickering, mockery, yelling and constant inturuptions by nosey siblings and worried parents.

Over the next couple of weeks Lyra would ask the simple question, 'your's or mine?', it was asked every now and then at first but slowly became more frequent, and tollerable, as time went on. over this period Minara had built a bond with with the Lanturn family. When she would come over, she would help with the cooking and cleaning, or play and carry-on with the kids and dog in the backyard with constant sounds of laughter dancing in the air.

……….——_——………..

Lyra was laying on her bed, looking down at the phone, waiting for Minara to get out of the shower. It was the strawberry-blonde's first sleepover, having strict parents makes that kind of a given, but they were out of town, so Lyra asked her perents if she could stay the night.

Minara entered the room, having finished her shower, her wet hair clinging to her bare neck, droplets of water dripping down the pale features of her face with a faint blush dusting her cheeks.

"The shower's ready." Minara said, making her pressence known, the brunette looked up from her phone, the strawberry-blonde having caught her attention.

"Lye?" She questioned Lyra, who didn't respond, just staring blankly at Minara.

"Lye." She repeated, waving her hand infront of the brunettes face. Snapping the girl out of her trance.

"Yeah?" Lyra asked, jumping slightly at their close proximity.

"I just said the shower's ready." Responded Minara, chuckling at her friends reaction.

"Oh okay." Replied the brunette, slightly flustered as she felt her friends minty breath fan her face.

"Oh! Right, I forgot." Exclaimed Minara.

Lyra looked at the Strawberry-blonde, waiting for her to continue.

"There's a party on friday. Do you... um... want to go with me?

"Sure. I don't see why not." Lyra Shrugged casually, though internally screaming at the thought of going to a party with her.

For the rest of the night they watched movies and snuggled under the sheets.

……….——_——………..

It was finally the night of the party, Lyra was adorned with rings, and dressed in black, cargo pants with a loose AC-DC graphic tee. Minara accessorised with a gold butterfly necklace and earrings to match, and garbed in a pastel pink and yellow, mesh corset top and a matching asymmetrical skirt, both adorned with embroidered vines and flowers.

And just like any other teen house party, it was loud, crowded, and there was no questioning that the punch was spiked with cheap liquor.

The music boomed as people danced, dangerously close and drunk, the beams of light danced and dappled on the smoke of the fog machine. Lyra being a bit tipsy, now on her third drink, went outside and took a sip as she leaned against the wall by the pool, keeping a distance from the rowdy teens. Minara spotted the brunette leaving and approached her, occasionally losing her footing.

“Why aren’t you dancing?” Lyra nonchalantly asked the strawberry-blonde girl.

“I could ask you the same thing.” Minara retorted.

“Don’t feel like it.” Lyra deadpanned.

“Well too bad.” Minara stated, dragging the brunette to the dance floor.

Everything from then on, felt perfect. After a few more drinks, Lyra became more willing to socialise and dance, savouring these joyous moments with Minara.

The two girls swayed to the music, the strawberry-blonde’s arms draped around the taller brunette’s shoulders, who was holding onto her waist, her head resting in the crook of Lyra’s neck. All sounds seemed to drown out, the only thing to be heard was the sound of each others steady breathing and the rise and fall of their chests, in that moment, all they felt was… serenity. Minara lifted her head to look at Lyra, only to find the girl’s eyes already looking at her, with a gentle gaze, full of adoration. Each other’s eyes locked together, in Minara’s semi drunken state, she gave into the impulse, closed her eyes, and placed a soft kiss on the brunette’s lips. Feeling Lyra stiffen, she quickly pulled away, but taken aback moments later when the sensation of Lyra’s lips crashing into hers welcomed her senses. The kiss was filled with passion, slow, but with it you could feel all the emotions she conveyed through it, love, compassion, longing and more. They pulled away from the kiss breathless, meaninglessly gazing into each other’s eyes, goofy smiles on their faces.

Minara grabbed Lyra’s collar and pulled her into another kiss, this one was different, it was rough and full of lust. Lyra’s hand drifted from the strawberry-blonde’s waist to tangle in her hair, deepening the kiss, while the other drifted to her ass, and squeezed it, earning as gasp from the girl and took it as an opportunity to stick her tongue in her mouth. Minara’s hands had found their way into the brunette’s hair, tugging on it, earning a slight groan in return. Lyra moving away from Minara’s lips, biting the girl’s bottom lip in the process, moved down to her neck, kissing down it, then working up until she found the pulse near her jawline, and sucked it, being awarded by a soft, breathy moan coming from the shorter girl’s lips. She grabbed Minara’s hips and tugged them, bringing her closer, and bit down on the joint between her neck and shoulder, causing Minara’s nails to dig into her back mewling at the sensation.

“Fuck.” Lyra muttered under her breath, finding the action really hot, squeezed her ass with both hands in hopes to earn the same reaction. Minara gasped at the her sudden change of demeanour, lust.

“Let’s bring this to my place.” The strawberry-blonde whispered in the brunette’s ear nibbling on her earlobe.

Minara didn’t know what tomorrow will bring, but one thing she knew for certain is that she will love this girl till the day she dies.

[ahandfulofm0ss]

Post I think ppl would make if my dsmp oc's got popular (Idk man I'm bored)

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Favorite thing about Mina/Minara, go

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The man who said said "hot" is getting put in exile and whoever said "serving cunt" is 100% correct

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Person who said "serving cunt" here, that was a half joking answer but here's my genuine answer:

My genuine favorite thing about Mina/Minara is how great of a villain she is. She doesn't have any tragic backstory or traumatic driving source for her evilness, she just likes having power and money, and it's genuinely my favorite trope in villains ever.

I also love the trope of female villains that fall under the previous trope that also fall under the "hates men" trope.

I just love women villains in general y'all, especially when they're thoroughly thought through and in general just given layers.

And yes, all while doing this, she does indeed serve cunt.

[dyrewrites]

From 'Pale Blood' we have "obedient".

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Den waited, until each moist snout passed, until they disappeared down deeper tunnels and then he turned to follow the paths they had taken. Shrinking with obedient bows as more of his pack rushed, with wild growls and hungry eyes, Den stopped. Against the stones, shivering with their touch, he worried, where do we go?

They could escape the labyrinthine subway tunnels, safe from the focused hunger of their pack and whatever lust-fueled horrors waited in the lair, but Som’s lids were still closed. Halfnight filled the air of Dolor, blanketing it in chill gloom, and though Minara did not burn with the rage of her beast or shift into her monstrous form…Den did. He wore it as so many too-warm layers and he needed somewhere—someone—to keep it from tearing through his tenuous control, tearing through him.

Warm eyes and a warmer voice swam in his memories, a quiet promise repeating in his thoughts, and I’ll come runnin’.

Unable to reach, with his unwieldy claws, Den whispered for his sister to do it for him, “My link.”

Embedded in the flesh of his ear, the device was ever with him despite any shift of skin and bone and Minara found it through the mess of fur that crowded.

Then she whispered back, “who’m I callin’?”

“Morning fire,” Den answered, growled voice wavering in shame.

Minara giggled, “Like the song?”

“Just call it,” he snapped.

She giggled again but tapped and spoke the name.

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Obsequious: marked by or exhibiting a fawning attentiveness

[santalsaburablog]

Adventures of Santal. Chapter 7. The first day of school is very, very important.

School is a workshop where the thoughts of the younger generation are formed. You must hold her tightly if you do not want to let go of the future.

     Santal - youngling! After a long and intense interview with the Jedi Council, which gives permission, the girl is enrolled in the Order! At the same time, Sabura herself was able to please the adult Jedi. But the joy is clouded by a conversation with an adoptive aunt, who, apparently, is not satisfied with this turn of events. And now Santal is sleeping peacefully in his new bed, not suspecting that the surprises are not over.

     Santal Sabura, at five minutes youngling, slept like a dead woman for once. Finally, she fell asleep in a normal bed, not in a drawer, on a couch or on the sand. On a comfortable bed. Not too soft, but okay.

     The girl woke up because she simply could no longer sleep. She rolled a little and got up. She felt cheerful and rested. After standing, the girl sat down opposite the door and waited for the green eared master.

     Finally, the door opened, and Santal saw the one she expected to see.

     “Good morning, youngling Santal,” said Yoda.

     - Good morning.

     - Ready for something new?

     - Yes. - In fact, the girl was worried. Who will she study with? What do her classmates look like? How will they react to her? And how will she react to them?

     This time the walk was short. The two Jedi quickly reached the desired hall. There were only fourteen children in the clan. Moreover, the company is quite diverse: six people (three boys and three girls), two twi'lecs, which Santal was very happy about. Two more strange children who had many, many processes on their heads. The only difference was that the second had them wavy. A bunch of some kind. The first eye reminded the eyes of that blue uncle, the second human. There was also a peer covered with wool. A child with small horns on his head, a Rodian, and one with red skin with white patterns on his face and a lekku with a white and blue stripe.

     - Your new clan member. - Yoda pointed at the girl with his paw. “Her name is Santal Sabura. I ask you to love and favor.

     - Hello, Santal, - the children greeted amicably.

     “Hello,” Santal replied quietly. However, she was heard anyway.

     Then Yoda ordered everyone to line up in three. The lesson began. The first lesson in a girl's life. The first is at the very beginning of the journey.

     - Let's review the Jedi Code.

   - No emotion - there is peace,      There is no ignorance - there is knowledge      No passions - there is peace      There is no chaos - there is harmony      There is no death - there is only the Great Power.

     Santal listened in silence and tried to grasp the meaning of what was said. So far, nothing is clear. Yoda then revealed that there are three more required Jedi disciplines - Strength, Knowledge, and Self-Control.

     After the lesson, the girl approached the teacher and asked to explain the code. To which the green master smiled affectionately and replied:

     - Patience, youngling. Everything has its time. You will have time to understand the code. Just remember: the meaning of what is said does not always lie on the surface. Now I must leave you. Learn with the rest.

     Yoda left, and Santal was left alone with his peers, who took the opportunity to meet.

     - Hi, I'm Green Prine. - The first to introduce herself was a girl with wavy bunches on the sides of her head. The skin itself was green. Her gaze struck Santal as a little angry.

     - Landa Selmura. - Turquoise twi'lek with dark blue eyes.

     - Max Navarre. - A boy with short, straight black hair with small bangs and blue eyes.

     - Grace Young. - Curly blonde girl.

     - Anna Minara. - A swarthy girl with brown hair and blue eyes.

     - Trilla Suduri. - A girl with black hair, green eyes and a mocking voice.

     - Adrian Keteris. - The boy is blond with green eyes.

     - Fion Taluka. “This youngling looked like a humanoid cat.

     - Denia's body. - A boy with brown eyes without pupils.

     - Svante Solborne. - A Rodian with blue-green skin.

     - Justin Corso. - A boy with hair like Santal, but lighter.

     - Nick Swell. - White twi'lek with blue eyes.

     - Daria Ossaki. - A red-skinned girl with a blue and white striped lekku.

     - Risha Sloane. - The last to introduce herself was a horned girl with fair skin with a pattern on her face.

     Santal shook hands with everyone. Then everyone went to the next lesson. On the way, the girl did not forget to look around to learn the route. Daria seemed to guess her thoughts and said:

     - Do not be afraid. You will remember.

     “I wonder what she is talking about? About names or a schedule with a route? " Thought Santal.

     The history lesson turned out to be no less interesting than Yoda's lesson. Since childhood, Sabura loved different stories. And this time she listened with rapture to the theme "How the galaxy was born." So she learned that a long time ago, at the dawn of time, nothing had happened yet. And then at some point there was a Big Bang that shaped the universe. In the very first moments time and space, energy and matter appeared. As the universe expanded, it cooled down. Its particles formed stars, planets. The galaxy where Santal lives was formed about thirteen billion years ago. Before the beginning of the chronicle, the first known political entity to sweep the galaxy was the Rakat Infinite Empire, which emerged thirty-five thousand years ago. Its existence ceased long before the formation of the so-called "galactic civilization" twenty-five thousand two hundred years ago. Even before that, living creatures such as the columi traveled to interstellar space and built artifacts. The two oldest known artifacts were the Pelgrin Oracle (c. Two million years ago) and the Balancer Station, which was created by the mysterious celestials, also known as the Celestians (c. One million years ago).      

    The galaxy as an official entity began millennia later, when humans discovered hyperspace travel and came into contact with alien races. When several worlds and species learned about each other, they formed a free community, which adopted common laws and monetary unit. Thus twenty-five thousand fifty-three years ago the Galactic Republic became the "official" form of government in the Galaxy.      

     But the surprises didn't end there. After the lesson, Santal first met the head of her clan - a creature with a long tail and an extended head and a cane.      

     “Hello, Tera Sainube,” the children greeted.     

     - Hello guys.     

      “This is our curator,” Santal whispered in Land's ear.      

     - And who are you? I do not remember you. Tera counted the younglings and noticed that there were one more of them. He narrowed his eyes as if trying to remember.      

     - He will study with us. New, - Max answered immediately.     

     - My name is Santal Sabura. - The girl introduced herself as if on command and bowed slightly.      

   - Oh, I remembered! Yoda had warned. Well, welcome, Santal. - The teacher smiled good-naturedly, which made the girl feel better.      

    - Thanks.     

    “Now it's time for you all to go to the dining room. We need to gain strength before physical training.      

    On the way, Santal learned from Landa that the Younglings meditate five times a day. Learn to control the Force, exercise. The girl was delighted. Finally, she will begin to control her, so as not to harm anyone.      

     The food was delicious in the dining room. Surprisingly, the menu consisted mostly of the food Santal ate. In addition to a bowl of soup and a drink, the girl asked for some moldy mushrooms and ricrit meat. The cook, greatly surprised, finally gave out mold-free mushrooms and stewed ricritium. Well, thanks for that. But why the woman reacted this way, the girl did not understand. She probably believed that people do not eat that. Maybe the Coruscant ones are not, but the Rilotians yes. Although Santal did not meet people on her home planet. Neither small nor large. Only tweets. And even then they are exceptionally large.      

     All her life, the young Jedi lived surrounded by adults, which is why she easily found a common language with them. I could calmly come up and ask something, take an interest. But at the same time she did not know how to communicate with her peers at all. Santal just had no idea how to do it. Is it necessary as with adults or do you have your own subtleties? The girl did not know this, because until recently, thanks to her aunt, she did not go anywhere further at home, she played only in the yard, she did not even see her neighbors. Complete isolation. And then she got to the Temple. Despite the fact that so far everything has turned out well, she was still scared. And there was nothing surprising in this. She's been here recently, she doesn't know anyone yet. First met creatures of the same age.      

   Santal found an empty table and sat down. Having managed to overcome half a bowl of soup, she heard a voice.      

   - Can I come to you?      

   The girl looked up from the meal, raised her head and saw Dasha, Landa, Nick and Anna.     

    - Yes.      

   - Hi Santal! - A cheerful Nick sat next to the girl.      

   “Hello everyone,” Sabura replied with a smile.      

    Nick smiled even wider.      

   - You are a little strange. He even chuckled slightly.      

    - Why? - Santal was surprised and frightened. What did she say or did wrong?       

    - Yes, relax! It's just that I personally have never met a girl who would say hello like that. Say hello.      

   “Hello,” Santal repeated.      

   - Well, how do you like the Temple? Like? - continued interrogation Nick.      

   - Yes. Rather, it's hard to say. I’m only here for the second day. - Santal did not understand what he was getting at.      

   - Well, what are you afraid of? - Dasha smiled affectionately this time.      

   - Where did you get it?      

   - Dasha is a congenital empath, - explained Nick.      

   - Yes, I'm afraid. I'm a beginner.       

   - Do not be afraid. We will not bite.      

  They all laughed. Even Santal.      

   - Okay. Let's go to class, ”Landa decided when everyone had finished.      

    At first glance, meditation seemed easy. Sit in the right position with your eyes closed and focus. Santal did just that. And ... she saw something again.      Santal ended up on Tatooine. At first she was shocked. She was just in the room in the Temple. And then I thought, probably, another dream, like the one on the ship. Okay, let's see what this time. Wait a minute ... What kind of dream is this? She might have thought so before, but now that she knows about the Force, maybe she is sending it all to her. However, enough reflections, it is better to postpone them for later.      

      The girl found herself in herself. It sounds strange, but it was so. That is, the mind is in place, but the body did not obey. As if it were separate. Grabbing it around the belt, that uncle carried it. Santal herself looked around. Nearby sat, walked and talked a variety of creatures. There were very few people.      

     Here is a man entered some stuffy room. A little more, and Santal saw a huge fat creature with large, stretched out eyes, small arms and a thick tail.      

      “These are probably those giant slugs that my aunt was talking about. Fu, abomination, ”the girl thought and shuddered.     

      The slug said something in his own language.     

      - What do you want, hunter? - translated the droid. To which the uncle replied:     

      - Would you like to buy a slave? - Blue pushed the child closer.      - Still small. We won't buy, ”the droid translated again.     

      - Yes, still a baby. But he will grow up, - the man replied carelessly, raising the girl to the level of his eyes. At that moment Santal jerked and kicked the one who held her. She broke free, turned around and ran. And the uncle follows her.      

     The baby was running as fast as ever. She was constantly hiding behind some boxes. Completely exhausted, hid. Carefully spied, the man carefully looked around. Probably will run further.      

     “The meditation is over,” said the teacher's voice.     

       Santal opened her eyes. Tatooine disappeared as if he had never been. Spacious room with high ceiling. Nearby, the members of the clan sit in the same position as herself.      

    “And remember,” the green-skinned woman instructed, “meditation is not just an opportunity to strengthen a connection with the Force. It allows us to know ourselves much better. And through this, we learn to better control our thoughts and emotions. Peace. Serenity. Harmony. We must know ourselves before embarking on the knowledge of the Force.     

      In the next lesson, each was given a small stone. He had to be raised using telekinesis. After watching the rest for two minutes, Santal began to repeat. She stretched out her hand and concentrated. She was able to throw those away. And surprisingly she succeeded. True, not immediately. It took several minutes to raise the stone to arm level. The girl looked at the others. For example, Max completed the task in no time. And he managed to lift the Body a little later than her.      

     The exercise was repeated. This time with a thin rectangular metal plate. This time Santal did a little faster. It's always easier to follow the beaten track. But the teacher made the task more difficult: the board had to stand either vertically, then horizontally, then obliquely. So I had to work hard.      

      Then Yoda asked for a series of physical exercises. Everything went well initially. Glory to Sila, my aunt taught her niece to do a little morning exercises. But very soon the girl realized that this exercise was different from home. There is more exercise, so the youngling is tired at the end. And secondly, sometimes they were forced to do something that the baby was afraid or could not, as she believed, do. That's why she didn't want to. But Yoda was not angry with the girl. New girl.      

    - Do not worry. Such things are not for everyone and not always at once. Moreover, you have the first day, - Santal Dasha consoled later, referring to telekinesis.     

     Interestingly, without the last sentence, the girl would have thought that the red man was making fun of her. Like, I can the first time, but you can't. Although why did Santal decide that? Dasha is good. And all Jedi are good. Nobody wishes her any harm. So why doesn't she trust? Or reacts painfully to comfort? Maybe because the daughter of the Jedi? And who are Dasha's parents? And the rest? I have to ask.                    

    - Dasha, who are your parents?      

    The girl thought about it.     

     - I don't remember much. The only thing I know is that my father is a worker on the planet Shealy. And my mother ... I don't remember. You see, I was very young when they found potential in me and brought me here. We are all like that. Except for Landa. It…      

    - Daria Ossaki! - the Twi'lek sternly rejected her. - In my opinion, my biography should not be fiddled with once again. Moreover, you promised. And all around the people.     

   - Okay, calm down, mommy, - Dasha joked and returned to Santal. - Well, what about you? Who are your parents?      

   - I do not know. Before getting here, I lived on Ryloth with my aunt and uncle. About mom and dad, I was always told that they were killed by hunters and that they gave their lives for me. It's all.      

  “Poor thing,” Grace sympathized.      

   “But don’t worry. The entire Order is now your family. A hand for friendship. - Dasha first held out her palm. The others followed her. As a result, a star was formed. At that moment, the mistrust and expectation of Santal's trick disappeared.     

     - Well, guys, what are we going to do after school? Max asked.      

     Santal decided that she would take a walk around the Temple and get to know the surroundings better. By the way, on the way, after talking a little more with the guys, the girl realized that she seemed to be the only child whose parents were Jedi. Wow! Only she's so lucky. Or not. We need to figure this out too. What is there! Santal wanted to sort out a lot. For example, her aunt wanted to tell her something important about her parents, what are their names. The girl even began to think: maybe her uncle and aunt were hiding something from her?      

    Okay, let's leave our relatives alone. That uncle ... Why did he want to do this to her? It is clear that the Force showed Santal what would have happened if that crowd had not wiped her from the blue skin and she had not yet escaped herself. It turns out that she saved herself. In both cases. That's it! And then and then she was able to escape. But why? It turns out that there are not so many differences.      

     So what's the difference? Obviously, in version two, Santal escaped a little later. I've seen more horrors before that. But the giant slug is nonsense. The worst thing is that my uncle tried to sell it. But why? Didn't he feel sorry for the little girl? Previously, she believed that evil does not exist, although her aunt scared her at night with various horror stories. But she did not believe that it was true, she considered it just a legend. But it turns out she was wrong.     

    How did the man talk? As if this wasn't the first time he'd done it. How many times has she begged to bring her home? Couldn't convince him. I even tried my eyebrows with a house. Did not work out. Well, uncle! As if made of metal. Outside and inside. But how does that happen? He seems to be smiling. Not iron to the touch.      

    Wait a minute, and that she is "uncle and uncle" all the time? Doesn't he have a name? Oh yeah, she never found out. And he probably never will. It's sad. Anyway. If he doesn't know, he can at least come up with it. To call it somehow. We must remember how it stands out. Maybe Uncle Hat? It's funny. Evil hat? Resoundingly. Blue death? Enough. Nothing else comes into my head.      

     While Santal was thinking, she reached the library. From what he saw, his eyes lit up. There were so many wardrobes, just wow! The girl wanted to read literally everything! Only she could not read, so she asked to teach. A gray-haired woman in yellow clothes agreed to help the newcomer. This was not the first time she had faced such a problem. So often that it even ceased to be considered a problem. But Santal already had his own plan.      

    First of all, she wanted to find out as many names of the races inhabiting the galaxy as possible. And most importantly, what races her classmates belong to, except for those whom she already knew. But it is not enough to remember, you still need to learn the distinctive features. Yes, a lot more! There is so much to learn.      

     From Madame Jocasta Nu, and that was the name of the woman in yellow, the girl received the alphabet. And then the librarian took her to Sainuba to help her. And it turned out that it is not that difficult. Santal had an idea. She asked for several sheets of paper, cut them into rectangles with some help and drew a letter on each to make it easier to remember. In her room, she placed it on the table so that it catches the eye. Then the librarian gave a book to help and another "for all younglings", which was called "The Jedi Path: A Guide for Students of the Force."     

     By the evening, Santal found out which of her classmates was who. For example, Dasha is a Togruta. Fion is a Zigerrian.      

   Ugh, how tired she was all day. But this is only the very first, it will be more difficult further. I have to get up early tomorrow. No more sleep until you want to. Santal groaned, remembering this. Well, nothing, he will probably get used to it. Now it's time to go to bed. To be more alert, you need more hours of sleep.       

    Sabura lay down without undressing, and soon sleep overcame her.

[paladinsheadcanons]

Mods, who are your favorite music artists? Fav singer, dj, rapper or whatever! Mine is Jon Bellion :)

(The others have answered this already! Twice.)

(i guess this is just for me and mInara lmao -mA)

I love indie and local artists a lot! My current fave artists right now are Eivor, W. Darling, Pim Stones, and No Frills Twins. In the local scene (read: Filipino), my faves include Gloc9, Autotelic, and Ebe Dancel. 

- Mod Ash 

My favoutite band ever is Within Temptation. I love their music so much. Anime OSTs by Yuki Kajiura, song covers by Caleb Hyles, Malinda Kathleen Reese (GOOGLE TRANSLATE SINGS BEST), LeeandLie on Youtube are also huge faves. That’s pretty much all I can think of right now though, since I’m the type of person who doesn’t really seek out specific artists and just likes what I like. I do love some artists not for their music but for them as a person but I wasn’t sure if that fit here.

- Mod Inara 

[partha6369]

I have been to Kualalumpur only once. In fact I have been to Malaysia only once.

NIIT Annual Day

In 1997, NIIT decided to hold the Annual Day function for the South East Asia operations in Kualumpur. I was working in Thailand at that time on the TAC project.

We were all part of NIIT Ltd at that point of time. Later our Software Division was created into a new company called NIIT Technologies Ltd. However, this was after I had left NIIT.

Journey by JAL

Our office got our Malaysian visas. We did not have to go to the Malaysian Embassy for the same.

We were booked on Japan Airlines Flight from Bangkok to Kualalumpur. Our flight started at around 11:00 PM. So, we reached Kualalumpur early next morning ( I would rather refer to it as very late in the night).

Stay at Shangri la

Our team of around 30 members (we could not take our families with us), checked into Shangri la. Our function was to be organised in the same hotel during the day.

We got some sleep. The next morning, I got ready and had a lovely breakfast.

Then we all assembled for the function at around 10:00 AM.

Awarded for Excellence

After all the speeches by the CxOs, we had some cultural events. From Thailand team, we played a skit. It was a big hit.

Then came the Award function. I received one the awards. It was for Excellence. It was a cash award of Bhat 2000 and a citation. I was very pleased.

The function finished at around 1:30 PM. Then we had lunch. This was the first time, I interacted directly with Mr. Rajendra Singh Pawar.  It was a wonderful meeting. He spent about 10 minutes at our table during lunch. I got to ask one question about Customer handling and got a very good answer that I remember till date and practice it.

Roaming around in the City

After lunch, we set off on foot to see a bit of Kualalumpur. Our return flight was again late in the night at around 10:00 PM.

Minara Kualalumpur

We had done some research and so we walked towards Minara Kualalumpur. It was rthe second highest building the Kualalumpur after the Petronas Tower.

We climbed on top of this tower. We got a beautiful view of the city of Kualalumpur.

After spending reasonably long at Minara Kualalumpur, we started walking towards Petronas Tower. Soon, we were at the spot.

The garden in front of Minara Kualalumpur.

Petronas Tower

We saw Petronas Tower from the road as we did not have time to climb up.

On the way to the Airport

By the time, we were finished at Petronas Tower, it was evening. So, we took a taxi back to the Airport. We crossed this beautiful building on the way.

The reached the Airport well in time to take our flight back to Bangkok.

Kualalumpur I have been to Kualalumpur only once. In fact I have been to Malaysia only once.

[leondxs]

Continued from here.

@alduinsxbane

The sun outside has been bright and oppressive, so the two vampires decided to take shelter in a nearby cave. Luckily it was void of any inhabitants, but it was so small they had barely enough room to move around; Minara’s head nearly touched the ceiling. Despite her undead nature, she never felt comfortable in the dark and lit dull mage light to better see the room.

The illuminated orb hovered between them as they sat waiting for night time. At his question, she looked over and shrugged. “I suppose it does, at least when I feed, but I never really notice. Can you hear it?”

❝ I can. ❞ he answered quietly.

It was somewhat calming to hold some form of conversation with someone. The close proximity and tight environment around them left the vampire very uncomfortable. It was likely visible on his face, an expression of slight worry written by furrowed brows. No matter how powerful he thought himself to be, his claustrophobia would always haunt him.

But what choice did he have? If he were to leave, he’d be reduced to ashes within minutes.

Desperate to keep his mind off of their predicament, he continued to speak. ❝ Mine only beats after I’ve fed. Even then, it doesn’t last long. ❞

[goddesstrolls]

Examine! Mina

Str: 85 Spd: 70 Def: 60 Mag: 5 Lck: 40

Abilities: Mounted Charge - Can only be used when unit is mounted. Target enemy takes double damage, but unit cannot attack next turn.

Vicious Rend - Hits all enemies adjacent to unit

Lifedrain - When fatally striking an enemy, unit heals the amount of damage dealt

Skills: [-10 to Popularity while Minara is in your active party]

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From the Shop of Repairs, the girls were watching what was happening at the Fish Market. Dee shook her head as she saw the Fisherman receive some sort of legal notice. Head drooping, he shuffled off while his wife stayed at the counter.

Miko watched too and told the others, “I could not say anything earlier because it was Tribunal business. This morning Madam Minami san came to Magistrate Lim with their household accounts. I had to prepare a number of documents connected to how he was getting the money to pay all of those fines of his. He was taking the cash from her dower right, which is illegal unless she consents, which she did not. There was a good deal more too. To recover her embezzled funds, she has seized the Fish Market and undone his blacklist.

“There is more but I cannot speak of it.”

Patsu pointed with a giggle, “Look! There is Minami again but now he is leading the Sea Lion's crew! They are headed to the docks. You don't suppose that they are going to take it out fishing, do you?”

Satsuna pointed, “They are! They have pushed off and are raising the sail! This late in the day, that square sail of theirs won't really be that much help.”

Under oars and sail, the Sea Lion was soon lost to sight.

They were surprised when young Ichuru came to their shop and bowed properly to them as he asked, “Good Dee san, can you and your friends please come the Fish Market? Mother Minami san cannot leave her shop and she is alone.”

Patsu smiled at his careful good manners and replied, “We sure can, Ichuru san. We can go get some bento boxes from our market. We will close our Shop of Repairs for lunch and eat over at your mom's Fish Market. Let her know that we will be right along.”

The girls all went up to Sabo's Better Fish Market. They picked up six bento boxes. Strolling across the market place, Patsu stopped by Farmer Cachu's and bought some of their honey almond peach candies too.

Smiling at Madam Minami, Dee gave her a bento box for her and one for her son, Ichuru. “You have asked us to come, Madam Minami san, and we are here. What can we do besides offer you a bento for lunch?”

Bowing to them as she opened her bento and took off the top tray to begin eating, she replied, “Thank you, Dee san. Begin by using my given name of Tanira.

“My foolish husband has so tarnished the reputation of this Fish Market that I have had none ask about my sign for helpers. Beyond that, if he had a scale for weighing catches, I cannot find it and I will be needing one soon. Can you help me with these things?”

Dee bowed back and finished her bite of rice before answering, “We can indeed help you. It is my suspicion that he will bar you from his ice house out of his spite. If he does let us know. We will see you supplied with good clean ice.

“The scale we can put aside a few minor tasks for and have it made this afternoon. We know that you are presently in tight straits for cash. We can allow you the time to pay for it from the market's earnings.”

Miko bowed to her and added, “Tanira san, for the time being, until you can get suitable help, we have six other emancipated minors working for us. We will let you have the services of Minara, who is very quick with the abacus and Takahara, who is nearly as strong as Patsu san.

“They need to be paid five of copper cash daily. Again, let us know if there is difficulty and we will help. We do know how bad the wreck that Minami has left you is. We will do our best to help you recover.”

That evening, down on the dock, Takahara was helping to set up the scale and payment board. She offered, “Tanira san, it is a pleasure to work with you. You have been so polite and clear about what you want. Minara san and I have enjoyed everything so far.”

Down the dock, Minara was signaling the fishing boats to their places to tie up. The Sea Lion ignored her, and charged up to the front of the line, by the scale. Minami demanded, “What are these worthless girls doing here? Give me three silver cash for my catch and be done with it!”

Tanira instantly froze with rage. “NO! Minami, for your rudeness go to the back of the line, NOW!”

“Pay me for my fish, woman, and I will move, not before!”

Stiff with rage, her voice gone very gentle, she replied, “My name is Tanira. You will beg my pardon for your public rudeness and go to the back of the line. Understand this clearly. The Fish Market is MINE alone. I do not have to buy so much as a sardine from you.”

He was about to make a hot retort when the boat rocked severely as one of his crewmen pushed him aside and released the Sea Lion's painter from the cleat and pushed them free. The others bent to their oars and moved the boat to the back of the line. To Minami's incoherent shouting, one of the others overrode him, snapping, “Shut up, Minami san! We want to get paid!”

The next boat, Fish Seeker, was far more polite and cooperative. Amazed, her captain said, “Tanira san, you really want these mud sharks? Mianmi always made us kill them and throw them back!”

She nodded a bow and replied, “We do indeed Catino san. Take this stick for a measure. Let smaller ones go to grow up. Take the bigger ones for us.”

He grinned as he handed Takahara the fish to load into the scale. Minara's abacus beads clicked and a note was added to the ticket.

Soon Captain Catino took the payment ticket with thanks and asked, “So, Tanira san, Magistrate Lim will simply dispense us full payment today? We don't need to wait?”

“Correct, Catino san. Get the cash and divide it among your crew by your agreement. If you choose to go out tomorrow instead of resting, I will see that the scale is waiting for you.”

As the Sea Lion was secured to the mooring cleats, Minami stood and snapped, “Don't bother with . . .”

His words ended in a splash as one of his crewmen simply pushed him out of the boat! The weigh in went smoothly and politely after that.

A crewman grumped, “We'd have at least three or four times as many fish if Minami hadn't broken the pulling sheve block and the rope too.”

Leaving him struggling in the water, where he finally realized that it was shallow enough to wade to shore, his men took their note of payment and went to see Magistrate Lim.

To be Continued

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[dyrewrites]

9 Lines 9 People

@desastreus tagged me.

I'm going with the last nine lines written for Pale Blood.

“Mori! Tell me about your boyfriend, Mister Morning Fire,” Minara tried again, teasing with a tug on his fur.

But the beast was not done with Den. Its laughter drowned all else, raking against his skull like so many claws, and Den bled with a bite to his lip. He relished in the pain of it and held it through greater laughter as he leapt to another building, another grate.

“Do you love him?” Minara asked as they landed, in that simple, honest way that only children did.

And Den heard her then. Her voice stabbed through the growling laughter of his beast, through its insistence of his weakness and frailty. It sang, it warmed him, bubbling in his gut in a way no fears ever could and he froze. Clinging to a grate of rusted metal, beside the frightened flaps of nesting birds, Den considered his sister’s question.

And then he answered, as simply as she’d asked, “I do.”

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Open tag! Because I'm sure you're all sick of me =P

[assignmentsolutions4me]

ITECH5500 | Professional Research and Communication Assignment 1 | Information Technology

Objectives

The purpose of this professional research and communication assignment is to enable students to evaluate professional communication aspects in relation to the communication styles, skills and effectiveness, and to demonstrate the ability to critically analyse and communicate the key issues through a written report.

Background

A critique or critical analysis is a review or appraisal based on careful analytical evaluation. Writing a critical analysis requires you to explore various types of sources in detail, and to read other related materials so that you can present a fair and reasonable evaluation on the selected theme/scenarios. In this assignment, you are required to undertake a critical analysis of communication styles, skills and effectiveness after carefully examining selected YouTube videos on speeches/talks by a famous leader or politician or Business Professional.

Critical thinking is an important component of being a professional researcher and communicator. It helps you develop a deeper understanding of ideas and theories. To be a successful professional researcher and communicator you need to able to identify key issues pertaining to any given communication, sort out what is accurate, and what is not, and critically analyse a solid, factual base for addressing these issues in relation to theories and practices of principles of communication.

Requirements

1. You are required to select only one famous (current or past) person from one of the following category lists of either Leaders or Academics or Business Professionals:

Leaders

Tony Abbott (Australia)

Bill Shorten (Australia)

Al Gore(USA)

Hillary Clinton (USA)

Margaret Thatcher(UK)

Academics

Noam Chomsky (USA)

Milton Friedman (USA)

Lawrence Krauss (USA)

Karl Kruszelnicki (Australia)

Business Professionals

Donald Trump (Trump Organization)

Andrew Forrest (Fortescue Metals Group, Minara Resources)

Tim Cook (Apple)

Sheryl Sandberg (Facebook)

2. You are then required to search and watch YouTube videos on speeches/talks by the person you have selected andanalyse their communication styles, skills and effectiveness in terms of conveying their messages. Hints: For the state leader/politician, look at campaign speeches, inaugural speeches, election debates, and interviews etc. For academics, look at speeches at seminars/workshops/interviews or significant lectures. For business professionals, look at seminar/workshops, speeches to staff/employees, and speeches at product launch or interviewsetc. Note that you need to record all the links on the videos that you selected to watch towards completing this task and include in the report.

3. You are then required to carefully note issues on their communication styles, skills and effectiveness. You need to perform a critical analysis ontheindividual,highlighting the positive and negative aspects of their communication styles, skills and effectiveness.For example, such things may include verbal and non-verbal communication, level of animation, logical sequence of statements, how they deal with criticism (if applicable), depth of lectures/answers/rebuttals, ability to convey their message etc. In any case, you must support your analysis with theories and concepts from other authenticated sources of information (books, journal articles, other online materials etc.) on communication styles, skills and effectiveness.

4. Finally, you are required to present a written critical analysis of 1000-1500 words in report format.

The critical analysis report should primarily include-

A Cover page and a TOC (Table of Contents)

An introductory statement, in your own words, that introduces whatyour report is about;

Identification of the communication styles, skills and effectiveness ofthe selected person;

Critical analysis of the communication styles, skills and effectiveness of the selectedperson;

Conclusion that draws together your critical analysis of the overall investigation.

Referencing using APA style.

Submission

Submit an electronic copy of critical analysis report via Moodle submission link. Please refer to the Course Description for information regarding late assignments, extensions, special consideration, and plagiarism. A reminder all academic regulations can be accessed via the university’s website.

[goddesstrolls]

Minara, what's the story behind all your pieces of armour? Who's now running around with bare shoulders and half a gauntlet?

"No one. Or maybe whoever they got to replace me."

"Thesse were ssalvaged from the old guard chamberss in the cavernss. It wass all that could be ussed for me."

[goddesstrolls]

does mina *only* use a greatsword? or does she have training with other weapons?

"What are you plotting."