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[mtsdmecc]

Understanding Multi-Point Inspection Forms: A Simple Guide

Have you ever taken your car to a mechanic and wondered what they do during a service? One crucial tool they use is the multi-point inspection form. This form helps mechanics check various parts of your vehicle to ensure everything is working well. In this article, we'll explore what a multi-point inspection form is, why it's essential, and how it helps keep your car in great shape. We'll also talk about the related term multipoint inspection sheet, which is often used interchangeably with the multi-point inspection form.

What is a Multi-Point Inspection Form?

A multi point inspection form is a checklist that mechanics use to evaluate a vehicle's condition. It typically covers multiple areas of the car, allowing the mechanic to assess everything from the engine to the brakes. The purpose of this form is to provide a comprehensive overview of the car's health, helping both the mechanic and the vehicle owner understand what needs attention.

Why is the Multi-Point Inspection Important?

1. Safety First

One of the most important reasons for a multi-point inspection is safety. Mechanics check essential components, such as brakes, tyres, and lights, to ensure they are functioning correctly. If any of these parts are faulty, it can lead to dangerous situations on the road. By identifying issues early, you can avoid accidents and keep yourself and others safe.

2. Preventative Maintenance

A multi-point inspection is a form of preventative maintenance. Regular inspections help catch minor problems before they turn into major repairs. For example, if a mechanic notices worn brake pads during an inspection, they can recommend replacing them before they cause damage to the brake system. This proactive approach can save you time and money in the long run.

3. Enhanced Vehicle Longevity

Cars are significant investments, and you want yours to last as long as possible. By regularly using a multi-point inspection form, you can keep track of your car's condition and address issues as they arise. This not only helps maintain the value of your vehicle but also prolongs its lifespan. Regular maintenance checks can help keep your engine running smoothly and your tyres in good shape.

What Does a Multi-Point Inspection Form Include?

A multi-point inspection form usually includes various sections that cover different parts of the vehicle. Here's a breakdown of what you might find on this form:

1. Engine Check

The mechanic will examine the engine for leaks, inspect the belts and hoses, and assess fluid levels. They may also check the oil, coolant, and transmission fluid to ensure everything is topped off and in good condition.

2. Brake System

Brakes are crucial for safety. The form will include a section for checking the brake pads, rotors, and fluid levels. The mechanic will look for any signs of wear and make recommendations if necessary.

3. Tires

Tire health is another essential part of a multi-point inspection. The mechanic will check the tread depth and look for any signs of damage, like bulges or punctures. Proper tyre maintenance can improve fuel efficiency and ensure safe driving.

4. Lights and Electrical Systems

The inspection will include checking all lights, including headlights, taillights, turn signals, and brake lights. The mechanic will also evaluate the battery and electrical connections to ensure everything is functioning correctly.

5. Suspension and Steering

The suspension and steering systems affect how your car handles on the road. The mechanic will inspect these systems to ensure everything is in good working order.

6. Fluid Levels

In addition to checking individual fluids like oil and coolant, the mechanic will look at transmission fluid, brake fluid, power steering fluid, and windshield washer fluid. Proper fluid levels are vital for the smooth operation of your vehicle.

How to Use a Multi-Point Inspection Form

1. Choose a Reputable Mechanic

Not all mechanics offer multi-point inspections, so it's essential to find a reputable shop that does. Ask friends or family for recommendations or look for online reviews to find a trusted mechanic in your area.

2. Request an Inspection

When you take your car in for service, ask the mechanic to perform a multi-point inspection. Many service centres offer this as part of routine maintenance, such as oil changes.

3. Review the Results

After the inspection, the mechanic will review the results with you. They highlight areas that need immediate attention and those that can wait. Make sure to ask questions if you don't understand something.

4. Plan for Repairs

Based on the inspection results, you can prioritize repairs. If the mechanic points out a serious issue, it's essential to address it right away. For less urgent matters, you can create a maintenance plan to take care of them in the near future.

The Benefits of a Multipoint Inspection Sheet

The multipoint inspection sheet is essentially the same as the multi-point inspection form, but it may be used in different contexts or by other service centres. This sheet serves the same purpose: to ensure that all critical aspects of your vehicle are checked during a service. Having a clear and detailed multipoint inspection sheet helps mechanics communicate findings effectively and gives vehicle owners a better understanding of their car's condition.

Common Questions About Multi-Point Inspections

1. How often should I have a multi-point inspection?

It's a good idea to have a multi-point inspection at least once a year or every time you take your car in for routine maintenance, like an oil change. This ensures that your vehicle remains in top shape.

2. Do I need to pay for a multi-point inspection?

Some mechanics offer free multi-point inspections as part of their services, especially when you pay for other maintenance. However, others may charge a fee, so it's always good to ask upfront.

3. What if my mechanic finds issues during the inspection?

If your mechanic finds problems, they will typically explain the issues and provide recommendations for repairs. You can decide which repairs to prioritize based on your budget and safety needs.

Conclusion: Keep Your Car Running Smoothly

A multi-point inspection form is a valuable tool that helps keep your vehicle safe and running efficiently. Regular inspections not only help identify potential problems but also promote preventative maintenance, ultimately extending the life of your car. Whether you're a car enthusiast or just someone who relies on your vehicle, understanding the importance of multi-point inspections is crucial.

Next time you take your car to the shop, remember to ask for a multi-point inspection. This simple step can make a big difference in your vehicle's performance and safety. Knowing what a multi-point inspection entails, you can feel confident in maintaining your vehicle's health and addressing any issues that arise.

[obbystars]

Z-222 “FALLEN ANGEL”

In late 2024, a strange signal had appeared just above the Let-Vand Zone before it pierced through the veil. It wasn’t a fish, and it definitely wasn’t an ordinary person despite the shape of them. Upon closer inspection, and once captured, it turned out to be an angel. Somehow, it found the location of the Hadal Blacksite and was heading straight for it before operatives caught it in its tracks.

This angel is vastly different compared to the Guardian Angel that was captured in the Banlands, but still provides blood just like it. The angel was soon given the designation “Z-222” as it was both used for research purposes as well as harvesting its blood. Some researchers have tried questioning it, but it refuses to respond. It only stares at them, sometimes turning away. The angel hasn’t attempted any retaliation even before it was captured. Due to this, it is advised to be wary when speaking to Z-222 or even approaching it.

Researchers then opted to study the angel’s biology to better understand it, but it appeared that it has biology strangely similar to a human. This may be because of the form it has taken which was one that appeared to be a human. The wings don’t appear to have bones either. The mask on its face isn’t a mask at all, but rather its actual face where the pale white eyes can be seen blinking. Occasionally, Z-222’s right eye will have two stars, but the reason for that is unknown.

There was one instance where a researcher was almost killed by Z-222. The reasons for this is unknown as Z-222 refused to explain and the researcher seemed to have been silenced by it due to possible threats. After this, a metal box was locked around its head to prevent incidents like this happening again. It was later found out Z-222 had no intention to kill the researcher, but the reason for the incident is still unknown.

Seeing as studying the angel’s biology is no longer possible, Z-222 is now being used as a “secondary angel blood harvester.”

2 hours into the lockdown, Z-222 had escaped containment. Ever since then, there has been little to no visual of Z-222. Operatives are instructed to attempt to recapture Z-222.

Various cameras within the facility has also been knocked out, which leads to difficulty in manages the various teams sent down into the blacksite.

About 7 hours into the lockdown, footage caught Z-222 meeting up with Z-13 but it was cut short as Z-222 noticed the camera in the room. It is unclear if they are working together, but recently, there’s been strange occurrences where operatives will find themselves in rooms that have never been constructed in the blacksite. Sometimes, they are rooms with a completely different structure.

The strange rooms within the blacksite goes as follows:

Hotel lobby

Cabin

Modern office spaces

Bricked hallway maze

Never ending hallway

Hallway of a bloody ocean

Module room

Backrooms

An unknown containment room

It is likely there are more to be discovered. It is also theorized this is Z-222’s doing as to throw off the EXR-P who were instructed on retrieving the crystal. It is possible that due to this, monsters like A-60 “The Multi-Monster” and ▇▇▇ had been dragged into the blacksite.

I think I should point out that the whole idea that Oberon’s the reason for the rare/easter egg rooms is just a silly idea I had that oddly fit for his character lol

[ask-crimson-weaver]

Research: done. Wizard: arrived. Here’s what we’ve got so far:

First, Clearlee Cosmetics. It’s a relatively new company (less than a year since it was founded) and is absolutely a multi-level marketing scheme. Focuses on selling skin care products marked up to make them seem fancier. Had Strange look at the hand scrub that showed up, and it’s mundane— no weird magic going on with it. Suppose that can’t speak for the entire product line, but we don’t have anything else to inspect right now. The founder-slash-head person’s name listed on their website is, I kid you not, Karen Clearlee. No other identifying info info online (the Clearlee website and social media are all pretty generic and brand-focused) so we’re assuming it’s an alias. Some of the next-tier members seem to be using their real names though, so Red’s trawling the web to pool some data on them.

Speaking of Res: the footage.

It… honestly doesn’t show much? Hannah didn’t leave the apartment, only came out to head to the bathroom for a minute with the hand scrub before going back to the bedroom. Harls ran some visual identifier program over it, and he did manage to pick up on some distortion in the footage, isolated to the wall where our bedroom is. Started a few minutes before Hannah came out, ended right before she left the room. Trace magic inside suggests that someone else— or at least something using the same type of magic Han’s been dunked in— was in there. Explains how the hand scrub got in, but also means someone else stopped by for a visit. The Karen Clearlee lady, maybe?

Now for the wizard’s input.

It’s definitely vampirism— or, at least, a form of blood magic that mimics what we consider to be vampires. Somehow, though, that doesn’t narrow it down, so he’s gonna have to take his notes and do some research on what type of blood magic-based vampirism we’ve got going on.

Something a bit more concerning is that, from a mix of how the magic is structured and the point it’s progressed to, he… doesn’t have a way to draw out the vampire stuff without some major magical consequences. Something about… bound blood? Connection to the vamp that did the vamping to Hannah, or something like that. Best way to release the hold with the fewest repercussions is to take out the top vampire. But, of course, we’ll have to track her down first.

So… yeah. That’s where we’re at right now.

I guess, for the foreseeable future, my girlfriend is a vampire.

[lunarsands]

Multi-SMP Fanfic: Which Fate's Fairest To Us All - Ch 4

Afterlife SMP, New Life SMP and Empires SMP S2 crossover combo!!! I'm back with more MythicalSausage meets MythicalSausage shenanigans!

Characters: Mythical Sausage (1st), Rusty the Copper Golem, PearlescentMoon, Scott Smajor (1st), Mythical Sausage (2nd), Hermes, Mythical Sausage (3rd), Scott Smajor (2nd), Rocky the Goblin, and a couple of briefly mentioned cameos at the end!

WARNINGS: Character death (but they get better because Afterlife/New Life rules are in play), body horror

Chapter Summary: The groups separated in the labyrinth finally reunite. Myth has all the evidence he needs to tell him where they are, and where to go to escape. Things don’t remain that easy when they come across more sculk...

Sequel to Mirror Tenfold, Beyond the Wall and follows sometime after the events of Thou, O Kings, Fair Be You All (“sometime” being relative to how much time passes in each universe)

(Also available on Ao3!)

[ Chapter One ] [ Chapter Two ] [ Chapter Three ]

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Chapter Four

The two followed Myth all the way to the crossroads where he had found Scott. There, Myth seemed to be searching for something. He walked to the passageway to their left and inspected the wall then the floor. Scott warily eyed the small patch of sculk near the phoenix’s hand. He was then shocked when Myth grabbed a strand of sculk vein and yanked it free of the floor. Flames engulfed his fingers, incinerating it. Myth then touched the floor again.

“This way,” he said. He prevented any questions by adding, “Call it a hunch.”

Scott would have commented that this passage ran parallel to the one he had fled from, but saw the wisdom in keeping silent. He did discover what Myth had apparently been searching for when he stepped forward to follow and his foot slipped downward into a divot in the floor. He wasn’t sure what it signified but it seemed to mean something to Myth.

Something that made flickers of flame come off his wings.

To Scott’s relief, however, the sculk thinned out after a point, no longer forming  masses that spanned between both walls across the floor like in the other section. Myth continued to check the ground at the open end of each passageway they came across. He always chose the ones with divots in either the floor or near the open edge of a particular wall.

They seemed to be making good progress this way, at least, although Scott had begun to wonder what had made the divots. His concern really ramped up when they reached a wall with a hole in it. Myth’s flames flared up even more, causing Scott and Sausage to step away from him simply by instinctual caution. Myth inspected the edges of the hole, then stepped through. He glanced back and now noticed an indentation on the opposite side.

Myth hurried back into the first passageway, and was soon rapidly following a trail of destruction through multiple walls. Scott and Sausage attempted to keep up, although the more Sausage saw of the damage, the more it reminded him of the state some of the buildings in Sanctuary had been left when the Superhero had interfered between the two battling angels.

Eventually the holes and debris along the ground gave way to the unblemished walls of an intact passageway stretching off into darkness ahead. Myth continued forward, a scowl of determination on his face. Scott looked to Sausage for reassurance; the older man didn’t seem to have any doubts or lose faith even though Myth was obviously following something he was familiar with rather than whatever influence the Staff was having over him.

It was at the next crossroad, though, that Scott saw what had first signaled to Sausage that he could trust where Myth was going. As the phoenix repeatedly inspected the floor and walls, the gemstone in the Staff twinkled. In that same second Myth decisively turned to his right.

A few minutes later the other end of the passage came into view. First they saw part of a giant statue, then the debris around it became apparent, and upon fully entering this open area, they saw a battleground with more damaged walls and scorch marks in various places.

They also saw two figures: a tall one seated on another piece of a statue next to a perpendicular passageway, and a very small figure on the floor below the first. The latter seemed to be pacing but in very small increments. Myth stopped and gripped the staff so hard it creaked. When Sausage glanced over to reprimand him, he saw that Myth’s gaze was scanning the whole tableau rather than focused on the figures.

It was then that a third person joined the other two – by floating down from above, a trident held in one hand. They immediately addressed the person sitting, who nodded a couple of times before coughing into their elbow.

Sausage smiled, relief flooding through him. He strode around the assortment of debris, disregarding Scott, Myth, and everyone else. “Mijo!” he called, just loud enough to not startle the man that his son was talking to.

“Dad?” Hermes turned in response to the affectionate term. He spread his arms wide and ran to embrace Sausage while carefully holding the trident at the same time. “Dad! I’m glad you’re alright! We were going to go look for you, but my new friend here isn’t feeling well, so I’ve been out scouting while he rests.” He stepped back and gestured to the man seated on the statue, then hastily motioned downward. “Oh, and of course my other new friend, Rusty. He can’t really introduce himself.”

“Hello!” Sausage cheerfully greeted the Ghast Mage; neither of them was phased by the fact that they shared an identical face. “And hello, Rusty! I know someone who has been looking for you!” He smiled at the copper golem, then shifted his gaze to the trident Hermes held and asked quietly, “Um, mijo, where did you get that? I don’t remember you packing it…” He seemed unable to resist the urge to reach out to touch it. “I can sense energy coming off it that feels… familiar?”

“Yeah, I thought I noticed something, too,” Hermes replied. He nodded toward the Ghast Mage. “He found it here in the rubble and thought it might work best in my hands.” The young man grinned and flexed his biceps. “I figured Thunder-dad couldn’t hear me in this dimension, but maybe he found a way to help out, y’know?”

A cryptic if not amused expression danced across Sausage’s lips. “Oh, yes, I get a sense of involvement from your other parent, alright…”

The chance to elaborate on this comment passed when the Ghast Mage spoke up, sporting a cheerful smile of his own.  “It’s nice to finally meet Hermes’ dad! He’s a good boy! Very helpful.” His gaze then slid to Myth and his smile faded to a tight line. He coughed politely – unrelated to his current malady. “And hello, Rusty’s surrogate dad.”

Myth didn’t acknowledge any of what was going on. He was facing away from the group and was clutching the Staff close, apparently staring at something on one of the walls.

If any of them were to have a view of his face they would have seen that his eyes had turned pale and his expression had become haunted by a past memory that took over his thoughts.

Scott, equally oblivious to Myth’s affliction as everyone else, jogged over. “Saus—er, Ghast-sage! Did you run into that thing, too? I never saw you when I was escaping from it. Or, um, I didn’t notice you. I ran into it way back that way.” He pointed over his shoulder. He was dismayed when his Sausage pointed in the opposite direction.

The Ghast Mage sighed in exasperation. “Oh, no, don’t tell me there are two of them! One is enough! Sheesh!”

Scott couldn’t help pointing out the humor in the situation. “Well, there are three of you here right now, so maybe we shouldn’t complain about only two Wardens.”

Ghast-sage folded his arms over his chest. “I don’t know if I should be offended by that or not.”

“You’re handling this well,” Scott said in a softer tone. “I’m still wrapping my head around it.”

“Yeah, well, we were going nowhere fast, so Hermes and I talked for a while and he told me about his dad, and Rusty told me about my usurper, so I knew what to expect.”

Scott pointed down at the copper golem, who was now calmly standing still beside him. “Rusty… told you about… this guy?” Scott rotated his torso to the side so he could gesture at Myth with both hands while not moving his gaze from his friend’s face.

“Yeah. In his own way. I have a special rapport with him,” Ghast-sage bragged.

“I hate to tell you this,” Scott said, “But I’ve seen them interact, and the phoenix hybrid over there can also communicate just fine with Rusty.”

“Oh.” The Ghast Mage looked less proud of himself. “I guess, uh… I guess that just means all versions of me are special! Ahem.” He went quiet for a few seconds, then began coughing again.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. It’s just—” Cough, cough. “You know that trick people use in the Nether? ‘Return to sender’?” Scott nodded while the Ghast Mage coughed again. “It turns out… A sonic shriek… can turn back a Ghast ball, too… Really quickly. Right back into my mouth. Ghast hybrids aren’t quite, ehhh, built for that internally. I can conjure fireballs, not eat them!” He coughed a few more times, then leaned back on his hands. “Whew! Young Hermes there tried to give me a healing potion but it evaporated as I started to drink it. We figured the ones from his world don’t work on people from our world. Or, our world’s configuration? I forget how he explained it, but he’s the one with experience traveling the multiverse, so it makes sense to him, and he sounds very confident about it! Like, there are other realities parallel to ours that have similar rules about physics and nature, and realities like his, where the rules can be slightly different, or completely different! So, the way a certain potion is formulated can vary.”

“Uh-huh,” Scott murmured as his friend continued to ramble. His mind went back to what Myth had said about no one being bothered by a phoenix and a fungal mage taking the place of a ghast mage and a transporter, which made him wonder what the two masqueraders’ world was like.

Suddenly, Myth’s distinctly gruffer voice rang out over the Ghast Mage’s rambling. “I know exactly where we are in this labyrinth, and I know where to go to get out.”

All eyes turned to him, including Hermes’ – and Sausage noticed a look of distress on his son’s face, as well as the young man’s posture tensing, knuckles white around the haft of the trident. He lightly touched Hermes’ arm. “Mijo?”

Hermes inhaled and forced his body to relax. He responded quietly, “Sorry. I… I’m used to meeting other versions of you in different realities, but none of them had similarities to… that one. The… first one I ever met.”

Sausage quickly hugged Hermes. “It’s okay, mijo. This one is grouchy, but the Staff trusts him. You know it has a failsafe now to prevent another imposter incident.”

Hermes gave a start. “Wait, the Staff…” He turned, eyes going wide in disbelief. “I hadn’t even noticed!”

Myth had paused upon seeing that The Protector was distracted by the unfamiliar young man whom Myth assumed must be Hermes. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but the cautious looks made him resigned to accept more negativity based on who he was. So, he went on with his announcement. “There’s just one catch.” He removed one hand from the Staff to point upward. “I only know it from above. Last time I wasn’t able to get there under my own power and had help finding it.”

Here he laid a glance over the Ghast Mage and Hermes. “As you can probably guess, it was yet another version of us.” He then looked at Sausage. “One that you personally know. So, if you don’t want to trust my word, you can obviously trust that one’s.”

Sausage frowned regretfully at him in response. “Myth, did you hear any of what we were all saying a few minutes ago?”

Myth blinked. He realized that he hadn’t heard them nor could he even remember if anything had happened between exiting the passageway and seeing the rest of the group comingling without him. Rather than admit his inattention he merely shook his head.

Sausage’s hand trailed away from Hermes’ arm as he took a few steps in Myth’s direction. “Can I be honest with you, triste pájaro de fuego? I think you need to stop comparing yourself to that other angel, and focus on what you can do. If you can get us out of here, please show us.”

Myth harrumphed. “What about you, though? We’ve found everyone we came in here with. Why don’t you just send us all back?” He thrust the Staff toward Sausage. “Just make sure you grab Smajor for me and throw him back into my world, then he and I can both return to our inconvenient existences and not get in the way of someone we happen to look like.” He lowered his head with a scowl – only to sneak a forlorn glance at Rusty. “…Everyone back exactly where they belong.”

Hermes took note of that glance. He was ready to say something, but a slow shake of Sausage’s head made him pause. “I can’t,” Sausage confessed. “My powers are limited here, or else I would have been able to find Hermes without your help.”

Myth’s lip twitched into a sneer as he lifted his head. “What do you mean, my help? We were lucky to find them here!”

“Here, of all places in this labyrinth?” Sausage countered. “The specific point of reference that only you have? The Staff sensed it in you. That’s why it let you hold it.”

“What are you talking about?” Myth scoffed, although his loss of time from a few minutes ago had sparked some internal panic spurred on by Sausage’s words. “How can an overgrown magical stick let me do anything?”

Sausage chuckled quietly. “It holds the magic of Sanctuary, and the magic of all of reality. It knows what it’s doing: trusting you.”

Myth exhaled an uncomfortable breath as he held the Staff at arm’s length and placed the end of it against the ground. He attempted to be subtle about running his gaze up and down the length of it as he reevaluated his opinion of it.

Hermes now saw his chance to chime in – as well as get the group to make some progress toward escaping. He was just as concerned about the Ghast Mage’s condition as he was for what Myth was implying about himself. “You get used to it. I had to wait for the Staff to accept me, too, and I’m a demi-god on my other father’s side.”

The comment worked to sidetrack Myth’s discomfort. “Other father…?”

“Yeah. He has control over the weather.” Leaving those words to sink in, Hermes swiftly continued, “I’ve been to the top of the walls. I can probably get at least two people up there before I need to rest.” He saw Sausage was about to say something out of worry so he added, “There’s something about the atmosphere here that is dampening my powers, too. This trident can only help me so much with the traveling part. I could use my reserves, but I’d rather not do that just yet. In my case it’s probably the lack of open sky.”

Sausage nodded at this reasoning. He scratched at his beard with one hand in thought. “No, you’re on to something. No open atmosphere means no energy connecting outward to the rest of reality, which is what could be preventing my powers from working.”

Myth interjected, “There’s some kind of energy here that influences people’s powers, because—” He stopped himself. In a defeated mumble he said, “…Never mind. That’s about other people. Let’s… uhm, focus on what we can do.”

Having muddled over Hermes’ dilemma, Scott offered, “I can help get everyone up top. My powers have recharged. Hermes, if you take me up first I can set a teleportation point and go back and forth taking one person with me. You can stay there to make sure they recover from any disorientation, and then we can be on our way in less than two minutes.”

The Ghast Mage piped up, “Oh, yes, his teleportation is completely accurate! Not a lot of disorientation at all! Um. Unless you happen to get motion sick from dimensional displacement. Not a big deal, really!”

Scott rolled his eyes, “Saus – er, Ghast-sage, you can stop now. You’re not helping.”

“Sorry, sorry!” The Ghast Mage coughed between words. “Just speaking from my own personal experience, you know! It’s not necessarily universal!”

Hermes couldn’t help a small laugh, then he turned to Myth. “Which wall do you recommend we start from?”

Myth looked around the old battleground again, hoping that this time he didn’t zone out. Scott took the opportunity to help his friend down off the statue. Rusty immediately began tugging on the latter’s cloak while whispering repeatedly, “What’s wrong with you?”

The Ghast Mage gently shooed him away. This motion caught Myth’s attention, causing him first to look away from the walls, and then to hastily move to supposedly study the passageways to his right.

Hermes, in turn, again noticed Myth’s behavior. He glanced down at Rusty, who continued to fuss over his creator. After a moment’s thought, Hermes crossed over to where Myth was. He could see the phoenix’s expression seemed to be one of disappointment – yet it quickly changed to distraction as the gemstone in the Staff twinkled and Myth abruptly peered upward with eyes that had turned pale orange. Hermes frowned. He reached up to touch the earring with the pressed flower, silently requesting for the magic to give him some insight and reassure him that the Staff wasn’t simply manipulating Myth just because he had knowledge of this place.

Maybe it was only a coincidence but Myth’s shoulders seemed to relax. “This one, I think,” he said thoughtfully in response to Hermes’ question from a few minutes ago. Myth looked at the young man with eyes that had returned to fully saturated orange. “I’m going to check for another clue. Could you gather the others over here?”

“Of course,” Hermes replied. He held the phoenix’s gaze for a moment longer – searching those eyes, noting the weary lines under them, lingering on the details of the four additional, horizontal scars across his right cheek. With a nod, Hermes turned to jog back to the group. “This way, everyone. El triste pájaro de fuego found the wall we need to get on top of.”

Scott glanced from the young man to the older Sausage. “Can I ask what you two are calling him? He said his name was ‘Myth’.”

Hermes and Sausage traded glances. “Welllll,” Sausage replied, stretching out the word, “I shared memories with a version of me who met Myth before, in this very place – although I’ve, eh, lost some of the details of most of them at this point. As I recall, the story behind why he goes by ‘Myth’ and not Sausage like the rest of us doesn’t have a good association. I just, uh, decided on the spot to call him triste pájaro de fuego.”

“Sorry,” Scott said, “I’m asking what does that mean? I’m not familiar with that language.”

“Judging by his attitude,” Hermes explained in a benign tone as he shifted his knapsack so he could secure the trident to it, “It seems he’s had a rough time. And he’s trying to hide it. So, he kind of strikes us as a… sorrowful firebird.” He grabbed up Rusty on his way as he turned to where Myth was standing. “Let’s not keep him waiting. I’m getting antsy to be under open skies again – if that’s alright?”

Scott accepted the explanation and nodded, although he would need to think more on this assessment of Myth’s demeanor after having only noticed the coarse edges.  He lent the Ghast Mage a supportive arm as the latter pushed off the piece of statue he had been leaning on while everyone was talking. “I don’t blame you,” Scott replied. “I prefer to know where I’m teleporting to. This place messes with my sense of spatial awareness.”

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As planned, Hermes flew Scott up to the top of the wall Myth had indicated, then Scott began teleporting one person at a time up with him and returning for the next, starting with the Ghast Mage. Before it was Sausage’s turn, Myth gave the Staff back to him. “I need both hands free for a minute,” was all he said to explain.

Sausage merely nodded. He could feel the Staff vibrating against his hand. It wasn’t ready to leave its new wielder yet; he knew he would have to part with it again.

When Scott returned, however, Myth shook his head. “Not comfortable with that.” He bit back an explanation of the last time a Scott had teleported him around. “I’ll use my own power. Tell them I’m on my way.”

Scott hesitated, only to hop backward a second later when Myth pointed both hands at the ground and released a doubly explosive fireball, propelling himself upward. His wings flared out and with a hearty flap, he ascended farther.

Scott went ahead and teleported to the top of the wall. The others looked at him in alarm due to arriving alone – they also hadn’t missed the sound of the explosion below. “He wanted to come up on his own,” Scott explained. “Either he’s not fond of teleporting, or Ghast-sage made him nervous about it.” He tried to smile at his own joke. The anxious looks from the two Sausages made it clear the joke hadn’t landed.

They heard a sound like a hawk screech, which drew their attention over the side of the wall. A bright orange blur was quickly approaching, first appearing in the shape of a bird then resolving more clearly into Myth’s particular features. Flames streamed from his wings, hair, and eyes. The unspoken thought passed among them of how Myth could have taken off at any time to get out of the labyrinth, leaving them behind. In collective relief, the group parted to either side of where it seemed he might land.

Myth gave one last flap of his wings. In that moment all of the flames dispersed away from his body and feathers. His eyes went wide in surprise. He couldn’t make it all the way to the top on his own. He threw his hands upward out of reflex – maybe he could grab the edge—

Hermes darted to the spot everyone had vacated and dropped to his knees, reaching down to grasp hold of one of Myth’s hands just before the phoenix lost momentum. With a grunt Hermes heaved Myth upward. Through the magic granted by his sandals the young man avoided falling off the other side of the wall as he fully pulled Myth onto the top edge. He then clasped his other hand over the one he held. “Good try, mate. I had to stop myself falling the first time I flew up, too.”

“Thanks,” Myth muttered. When Hermes released his hand, Myth looked out over the tangle of walls spread out around them, taking a moment to catch his breath.

Without a word Sausage handed the Staff of Sanctuary back to Myth and the group set off, with Hermes carrying Rusty to help speed things along and Scott keeping an eye on the Ghast Mage in case he needed a rest. Occasionally Myth would take off for a short flight to confirm the correct direction to go, explaining how last time he had been guided from above by two flight-capable people. The others could follow the bright orange light as he swooped back and forth – as well as see the twinkle of the gemstone when it coincided with a change in Myth’s direction.

On the latest check and return, Myth announced that they would need to cross over five walls to the east, which was the largest change they’d had to make up to that point. This time Hermes pushed Rusty into Myth’s arms for the phoenix to carry across; previously, Sausage had merely piggybacked while Hermes carried them both, but now Hermes picked his father up in his arms for such a long distance.

Myth held Rusty gingerly in the crook of one arm, wanting to hand him off to the Ghast Mage, but when he looked to where the other had been standing he only saw a flicker of orange particles. Scott had already teleported him over to the new wall.

Rusty said quietly, “What’s wrong with you?”

Caught off guard by the tone of the question, Myth stopped short just as he was about to glide off the wall. “I’m… fine. Just focused on getting out of here.”

“No. What’s wrong with you?” Rusty asked insistently.

Myth glanced at the others, then back down at Rusty. He kept his voice low even if the distance was enough that they were unlikely to hear. “This is going to be goodbye for me. I won’t… I won’t be able to spend time with you anymore.”

“That’s an odd thing to say.”

“No, it isn’t,” Myth replied, slightly frustrated. “We found your creator. You go back to your world with him, and I go… somewhere. I don’t really belong in your world. I can’t just stay there. My body doesn’t follow the rules of your universe. And I don’t think the multi-verse will allow more than one of me to be in the same reality for the long term. It wouldn’t be… natural.”

“Are you sure about this?”

“Rusty.” Myth let the exasperation slip into his voice. “You lo— care about him more. It’s obvious. There’s no sharing. I don’t belong.” He ended the conversation by launching off the wall, producing an unintended fiery streak that vented his feelings.

The others once again backed off to give him room to land. Myth immediately pushed Rusty back onto Hermes without even looking at the young man – but Hermes saw the scowl and clenched, bared teeth in time before Myth turned away to lead them in a new direction.

.

The group traveled in silence for about ten minutes before coming across something Myth hadn’t noticed during his scouting: a small patch of sculk near the top of the wall that ran parallel to the one they were on. Since it seemed dormant, he chose to ignore it and walked past.

Scott, bringing up the rear, couldn’t take his eyes off the sculk patch. He suddenly clutched his companion’s arm.

“Ow! Careful, Scott! I’m still sore all over!” the Ghast Mage exclaimed.

“It’s bubbling!” Scott hissed in a panic.

“What? That only happens if something dies on it! That’s a vertical surface!” Ghast-sage argued.

“Everyone—!” Scott called out. “Be careful! Something weird is happening with that—”

There was a loud pop as a giant bubble formed in the middle of the sculk patch and burst. A wet splat sounded out as a cluster of sculk vein hit the side of the wall that the group was on. It was followed by a spray of purplish-turquoise spores, which struck the surface around the sculk vein. The stone then began to bubble just like the patch and soon sculk was rapidly spreading outward from where the vein had landed. It didn’t touch the very top edge of the wall, but the group watched in horror anyway. Sausage, his mouth going dry, whispered, “That’s not normal.”

Scott wanted to say that he had been trying to tell everyone this all along, but he was prevented from even uttering a single syllable by the sound of cracking and crumbling stone. Horror turned to terror as the torso of a Warden with grayish-purple moss hanging off its antennae and cushioning its exposed heart emerged from the sculk patch right below their feet.

The Warden reared upward, more of its body emerging from the sculk. It grabbed Sausage by one ankle and swung him outward, off of the wall, to send him plummeting before it began to pull the rest of itself out of the wall.

Hermes immediately dived after his father, taking Rusty with him. The copper golem was aware enough to maneuver himself around Hermes’ shoulder, ending up clinging to the young man’s knapsack so Hermes’ arms would be free to catch his father.

The Ghast Mage let out an involuntary, alarmed squeak. The Warden growled, its head whipping in his direction. As it lunged fully out of the wall to reach for him and Scott, two things happened at once: Myth threw a fireball at it, knocking it toward the opposite side of where it had emerged from and Scott, with the Ghast Mage clinging to him, chose to teleport blindly down where Sausage had fallen.

They reappeared a few blocks above the actual ground, causing them to land in a heap as Hermes was gently setting his father down on his feet. He then let Rusty down off his back. They heard the Warden roar followed by a pained cry that rang out loud enough for them to hear even at that distance. Hermes scowled in determination and launched upward, intent on aiding Myth. There was an even bigger and brighter explosion next. The sound of the Warden’s howling took on a distressed quality. It then ended in a thud that reverberated from the other side of the wall.

When Hermes reached the top, he saw Myth laying on his stomach facing the opposite side. His wings were giving off steam and he was panting. The tips of his feathers were glowing yellow. As Hermes watched, they dulled to the same orange as the rest. “Are you alright?!” he asked, leaning to offer the phoenix a hand up.

“Y-Yeah.” Myth continued to pant. “It… got me good. And… I… only knocked it off… It might still—”

They heard a roar from below, then the wall they stood on began to tremble. “Oh, no.” Myth scrambled up without Hermes’ help, then took off gliding downward. Hermes followed. His sandals could allow him to drop straight down but he stayed level with Myth’s glide, keeping watch for the Warden’s exact location.

It wasn’t trying to climb back up; instead, it was gouging at the wall as if trying to break through. Hermes could guess at the exact spot where the others were standing on the other side. “Why is it still focused on them? Surely they’re being quiet, or at least sneaking away?”

“Scott said there was something strange about the one he was chased by. I have a suspicion I know why,” Myth replied.

“We need to distract it.” Hermes pulled the trident free from his back then reached up to touch his gold lightning bolt earring for luck. He concentrated for a moment, closing his eyes. When he opened them again they were completely white and glowing brightly. Sparks danced from his hand onto the length of the trident, which he held up over his head. He halted his descent and focused on a spot next to the Warden’s feet. A blinding flash stemming from the tines of the trident zigzagged downward, striking the ground. It was accompanied by a resounding boom of thunder.

While the flash obviously wouldn’t have an effect on the Warden, the thunder certainly did. It groaned and reeled away from the wall, its paws shooting up to clutch at the base of its antennae. Myth landed and immediately started throwing fireballs at it. Each impact made it stagger and roar in pain.

Hermes drifted down, taking time to recover from what had turned out to be a strain on his energy despite having the trident…Or maybe because of it. He studied it again, trying to ascertain what quality its existing energy held that his father had hinted at. Then he remembered what he had discussed with the Ghast Mage about differences in physics depending on the reality. This trident had been imbued with powers from someone who was thunder god adjacent. All he needed to do was attune himself to its particular atmospheric frequency.

Well, as soon as there was time to try doing that. The Warden would have to be dealt with first. He watched Myth assault the creature with a barrage of fireballs until Myth himself was roaring in fury. The fireballs went from bright yellow to orange, and then to red. Apprehension prickled at Hermes; fire darkened like that when it was about to go out.

Myth’s roar dropped down to mere heavy breaths. He threw one last projectile that was more akin to a lump of charcoal than anything else. It hit the Warden on the side of its chest. The Warden responded with a sonic shriek that knocked Myth back a few steps. He steadied himself, although he now sounded desperate for air.

This made it easy for the Warden to lunge directly at him and grab at him. Myth ducked but the creature’s claws caught hold of his wings. Myth yelped. He was out of power. He could do nothing to stop the Warden from swinging him bodily into the wall not far from the hole it had been trying to create.

The Staff of Sanctuary clattered to the ground.

Cracks spread from those earlier gouges, reaching out to where Myth had impacted the wall. Myth smiled grimly. “Go ahead. See if you can finish me off, you stupid—!"

Hermes made a desperate mental pull on the trident’s energy hoping that just by coincidence he might align with its frequency. Unfortunately, for the moment there was no response beyond a tingling in his fingertips.

And then he had to cover his eyes as the Warden delivered a crushing blow to the center of Myth’s chest which was immediately followed by a brilliant explosion of fire that lit the entire passageway.

Hermes lowered his arms to see Myth in full undamaged form again, all of his feathers glowing yellow this time before darkening to orange like before. The phoenix’s eyes glowed brightly, too, and he paid the Warden back with a large fireball aimed straight into its exposed ribcage. The force of the resulting explosion’s shockwave affected the Warden, Myth, and the wall. The Warden howled as it expired. Myth was shoved right back against his initial impact spot. The wall cracked from both the pressure and the heat, with long vertical fissures racing upwards.

On both sides of the now-compromised wall, chunks of stone began to rain down. It included a piece with the patch of sculk.

Hermes grabbed onto that tingling feeling and used it to amplify his voice like a boom of thunder. “Everyone, get away from the wall!” He ran over to yank the dazed Myth out of the way as debris came tumbling down.

The havoc wasn’t enough to bring the entire wall down, thankfully. After everything stopped shaking and the sound of cracking stone stopped, the dust started to clear, revealing a gap just big enough for Myth and Hermes to squeeze through sideways. Hermes was greeted with a crushing hug from his father, who had a small trickle of blood running down the side of his face, likely caused by flying debris.

Peering around at the mess, Myth frowned at the chunk of wall that had sculk on it. It wasn’t bubbling nor was there any sculk vein spreading from it, but he now knew to be suspicious of any of it. He then glanced at his right hand, realizing he was missing something. He slipped back through the gap in the wall.

His fingers started to itch.

Myth found the end of the Staff sticking out from under the rubble that would have landed on him had Hermes not reacted so quickly. He knelt down to grasp the Staff and wiggled it a little to see if it was pinned by the fallen stone. It seemed to scrape slightly, but he was able to slide it out. When he lifted it and examined the crook for damage he saw that the gemstone had fractures running through it. It wasn’t broken yet, but he wondered what would happen to the Staff’s power if it did. He held the base of the crook tightly in one hand while tentatively reaching the other to touch the gemstone.

A jolt went through his brain upon contact. He heard what resembled the reversed sound of shattering glass. His breath appeared visible in front of his face as if he had exhaled steam or if the temperature had abruptly dropped to the cold of the grave. The lines of the fractures within the gemstones flashed blue-white for a split second, then, when he lowered his hand, the gemstone was whole again.

Myth blinked a few times and shook his head to clear it. “I should really give this thing back to the Protector,” he muttered. “It’s getting weird.”

However, as he started to squeeze through the gap to the other side while holding the Staff ahead of him, it was Hermes who took it from his grasp. “We’ve got another problem, mate.”

Myth emerged to see sculk patches forming in multiple spots along the walls around them like a stain soaking into cloth. The patch on the fallen chunk was trembling. The sound of stone crumbling grew louder. A second later, a new Warden emerged from the fallen chunk.

Myth gritted his teeth. They needed to go past it so they could find a stable part of the wall to get back on top. He clapped his hands together before approaching the Warden. Flames flickered from the corners of his eyes and along the tips of his wings as he fearlessly strode toward it. Despite being on a horizontal surface now, the Warden still needed to lever its way out of the sculk.

Just like the other one it had grayish-purple moss on its antennae and in its chest.

“Hey, mycelium monster!” Myth bellowed. “I think I know how you got like that! But I’m sure you don’t want to discuss it! So, come on! I’ve got plenty of fire where this comes from!” So saying, he began to throw fireballs aimed at the sculk that still enclosed the Warden’s legs, burning the blue-black substance.

Hermes passed the Staff to his father. In the half-second that both of them were touching it, Hermes felt a jolt that ran from that hand, up his arm, along his chest, then down his other arm to the trident. He was stunned speechless for the next breath as the jolt seemed to run down the length of the trident then bounce back the way it had come. He could feel that the weapon was vibrating in his grasp now. The tingling in his fingertips returned, buzzing in time with the trident.

Sausage seemed to be unaffected, merely gripping the Staff out of reflex as he took it from Hermes, murmuring, “He really just throws himself right at everything, huh?”

Hoping his father didn’t notice the waver in his voice from what he had just experienced, Hermes commented, “You know him better than us.”

“Well, I only met him once,” Sausage said. “But he did act the same back then, now that I think of it…”

Multiple rumblings rang out at once. The group went on alert, eyes being drawn to the various new patches of sculk that had appeared. Some were bubbling; some had bits of stone being flung out of them.

“Scott,” the Ghast Mage rasped, “Get them out of range, then be ready to skip us around.” He pointed to Rusty and Sausage, then stepped forward with smoke rising from the palms of his hands and from out of his mouth.

“Wait,” Sausage protested, “I can—”

Scott didn’t give him a chance to finish speaking. He grabbed the man and the golem by one arm each and disappeared in a burst of orange particles. They reappeared several meters down the passageway opposite the way they needed to go – which was, thankfully, free of the sculk infestation that had cropped up.

“—Help!” Sausage completed his proclamation. He glanced around, then squinted into the distance trying to glimpse the battle. He uttered a disappointed noise. “Why is everyone treating me like a helpless old man? I’m still the Guardian of Realities! Come on, now!”

“Instinct, I guess,” Scott replied. “And I think that title means we should keep you safe. Can you fight from a distance? Also, um, do you have any more food you can spare? I’m going to run out of energy fast if I follow Ghast-sage’s plan.”

As if on cue, they heard the cry of a ghast followed by explosions. A fiery glow blossomed at the other end of the passageway.

“Oh, of course! Food is still helpful, right? Eh-heheh…” Sausage chuckled meekly, then set his knapsack down to rummage through it. “I can cast spells from a distance – maybe not this distance, need to see the target, you know – but I guess I’ll use this chance to come up with something really good to use! Here you go!”

He handed Scott a bundle full of cookies. The transporter immediately shoved one into his mouth then spoke while chewing. “If you need to get closer, go slowly and watch out for new sculk appearing.” He swallowed then patted Rusty on the head. “You stay over here, okay? You need to keep safe, too.”

Another ghast shriek reached them. Scott disappeared, leaving Sausage to watch the particles flicker out as they fell to the ground. He let out a breath. “You know, Rusty, I’ve been meaning to retire. I can never resist an adventure, but maybe I should admit to myself that I really am too old for it.”

“That’s an odd thing to say.”

“Well, I kinda doubt I’m going to be given another chance to start over and the way I ended up coming into this life was probably not how it’s supposed to go plus I had a good run this time around, getting to spend time raising my adopted children, even if my soul missed out on the first twenty-something years of it.”

“What’s wrong with you?”

“It – It’s kind of a long story,” Sausage stuttered. “I’ll tell you on the way. Let’s get to some sneakin’, and I’ll do what I can to help out those scary fire-wielding versions of me!”

~*~*~

Translations:

Mijo – son

Triste pájaro de fuego – sorrowful firebird

To be Continued in [ Chapter Five ]

[pinkiepiebones]

I'm feeling down because my ghouls are so weird compared to the rest of the fanon.

-My ghouls are not born, grow, age, or die. They are entities constructed by the forces of Hell for the purposes of servitude.

-The ghouls in the church were initially summoned to assist in building the church, tending the land, watching livestock, etc.

-All ghouls are nameless because it is far easier to summon a nameless entity than on you need to know the true names of.

-Ghouls do not rank on a scale of demons because they have no lineages or histories.

-Ghouls have no muscle or bone or organs or nerves and no need to eat or sleep, which makes them very handy for menial labour. This is also the reason ghouls were chosen for the band project.

-Ghouls have elemental tethers which bind them to Earth. The elements are denotes by the tips of their tails- Fire Ghouls have triangles (think stereotypical devil artwork), Air Ghouls have fluffy tufts of feathers, Water Ghouls have a shape that strongly resembles a whale's fluke, Earth Ghouls have slightly concave spades, and Aether Ghouls have five-point stars.

-No ghouls are multi-elemental.

-Fire Ghouls radiate heat and can touch flame/ be consumed by flame. Air Ghouls can cause things to levitate and generate air currents. Water Ghouls can endure immense water depths and replenish vessels almost without end. Earth Ghouls can "kickstart" plant growth and heal damaged plants. Aether Ghouls can detect the strength/ purity of magical items and hear the cosmos.

-Upon first arriving from Hell a ghoul must commune with it's tether. Fire Ghouls self-immolate, Air Ghouls launch into the clouds, Water Ghouls head for the lake, Earth Ghouls dig "graves," and Aether Ghouls are typically seen falling backwards onto the ground, directly under whichever celestial body is giving off the strongest cosmic radiation at the time. Similarly, ghouls must occasionally recharge with their elemental tether, or they begin to exhibit withdrawal symptoms (dull feathers, peeling skin that falls off and leaves oily stains, inability to shapeshift or glamour, etc. )

-All ghouls have two horns, two ears, two solid black eyes, two hands resembling the talons of a bird of prey, two wings, two humanoid legs with cloven hooves taking up approximately half the length of the foot, and one tail.

-Ghouls are sexless and genderless by default. Some choose to change this. -Ghouls can vary in height and width and tail length.

-The horns and ears of a ghoul can vary wildly, but a ghoul will have identical accessories, i.e., no "one curled horn and one straight horn" or "one long ear and one short ear." A ghoul's horns and ears may become damaged, but that does not fundamentally change the fact that their horns and ears are pairs.

-Any damage- such as a notched ear or a broken horn- can only be repaired by a ghoul willingly returning to Hell and bathing in the primordial ooze from which it was initally summoned.

-To order a ghoul back to Hell is to unmake them. It is not death, but something more cruel in it's finality.

-A ghoul's wings a vague upon summoning due to the aforementioned lack of bones/ muscle/ etc. A ghoul can decide whether or not to make them look more appropriately wing-like. Most choose a bat-like structure.

-A ghoul's skin is usually a dark matte grey, with a pebbly look to it upon close inspection, but they feel quite smooth and cool to the touch (with the exception of fire ghouls).

-A ghoul's hair is actually very thin feathers. It just happens to exist on their heads and strongly resembles human hair. These feathers are typically black.

-All ghouls have a stony structure refered to as a "face plate." It resembles the Meliora ghoul look in that it is a largely featureless face, save for the black eyes.

-A ghoul's glamour and shapeshifting are not infinite; they are more like the camouflage abilities of a cuttlefish in that they are able to manipulate the colours and textures of their default forms. The band ghouls have been coached over the years in using their inate glamouring and shapeshifting abilities to create the illusion that they are humans in costumes and masks. Some of the costuming is real fabric, the rest is the ghoul.

-My ghouls communicate telepathically; however, their telepathy just so happens to hit the part of the human brain that causes panic and nausea. Thusly ghouls do not typically consort with humans out of politeness. Much of the clergy staff/ religious figures (bishops, cardinals, etc) are chosen because they don't seem to be affected by ghoulspeak.

-The nameless ghoul called Special has, for whatever reason, a broken telepathy that tricks the human mind into processing it as audible stimulus. It's the main reason he got his job as spokesghoul.

-The nameless ghoul called Special also coaches the band ghouls in shapeshifting. In the Prequelle era Special had to teach them not only how to form convincing teeth/ tongues/ mouths, but also how to form a rudimentary of "vocal chords" through which telepathy could be "bounced" so as to safely provide backing vocals.

-The nameless ghoul called Special has been identifying as he/him for thirty or so years and has created what he obnoxiously refers to as a "humansona." This behaviour is not encouraged in other ghouls.

-The nameless ghoul called Special is Copia's best friend (and more). This is the first instance of human/ghoul companionship in the church in centuries.

-The Air Ghoul from Papa Nihil's first band attempt is the very same nameless ghoul called "Sunshine." No one can explain how a ghoul unmade over fifty years ago came to be reformed. The Devil's machinations are at times hard to puzzle out.

-The "core" band ghouls from the Opus era (one of each elemental tether) are the same ghouls we see today. Sister Imperator thought it would be easier to keep training the same group instead of unmaking a group and training a new group for every album.

-Ghouls can walk up/down walls and stand on ceilings. Very useful when you need stained glass scrubbed or cobwebs dusted.

-Ghoul tails are entirely prehensile due to the lack of bones and muscles.

-When not actively engaged in tasks, ghouls tend to cluster in groups on ceilings or in corners and converse with one another on wavelengths humans cannot detect.

-Ghouls have a body language all their own- for example, it has been observed that a ghoul gently shaking it's folded wings against it's back is a sign akin to laughter. A ghoul with it's arms crossed is not angry or pensive, but curious. A ghoul flicking it's tail about is not anxious or joyous, but listening intently.

-While ghouls do not have families they do often collect in groups of about a dozen or so, all of the same element, in the same general areas.

-Ghouls sometimes collect things- animal bones, broken glass, incense ashes. Now and then a congregant will have a baby and ghouls will be seen leaving these trinkets in it's stroller. As of yet no one has been able to determine why.

-Only in the past decade or so has the church begun to treat ghouls more as equals than as wretched servants.

... That's all for now.

[ghostiebeech]

Mushy May Day 2: (Cowbell centered fics: “I made this for you”

Hello again. I think Cowbell needs more love so I am going to try to do Mushy May centered on my beloved creature Cowbell Ghoul.  This one is centered around Era IV.  Zephyr and Ifrit are gone (personally I HC them as not dead or anything sad just gone, back to the pit maybe, but my baby Cowbell is still chilling). 

I did not proof read this, if you see something weird, no you didn’t.  Enjoy!

Special thanks again to one of my favorite blogs @forlorn-crows​ for compiling the list of prompts.   

Rating: Everyone

Pairings: None.  Just a bunch of pack love. 

Word Count: ~400

Summary:  There’s a clothing thief at the ministry.  Cowbell is a crafty little thing.

Various bits of clothing had been going missing around the ministry for weeks now.  A bunch of shirts, pairs or pants, even socks!  

“What kind of crazy bastard steals somebody’s socks?” Swiss was mourning the loss of a pair of socks depicting a great white shark drinking a martini.  

Numerous siblings and members of the clergy were interrogated by the pack.  Little did they know, the thief was inside their ranks. 

Cowbell was struck with a great idea shortly before the new era of ghouls went on their tour of North America.  The ghoul had seen one of the sibling’s dogs napping on a blanket seemingly made from different t-shirts.  

Cowbell quickly got to work, sneaking into the ghouls bedrooms, snatching anything soft and eye-catching.  Nothing was safe.  Not even underwear.

The band ghouls had returned from a particularly grueling practice to find their missing articles of clothing thrown on the nest in the common room.

Upon further inspection, the pile of clothing appeared to be stitched together neatly into a large blanket.  The pack looked upon the blanket in awe, pointing out their previously thought to be lost  items of clothing.  

A shy chitter brought the pack back to reality.  Behind them stood Cowbell, looking at the floor.

The ghoulettes squealed and ran over to the multi ghoul, “Cowbell baby, did you make this?!”

Cowbell looked up at the pretty ghoulettes with a big smile.  

Love pack. 

Aether, Mountain, and Dew knew better than anybody how much Cowbell missed their previous pack.  Zephyr and Ifrit leaving left a big hole on the little ghoul’s big heart.  Aether, Mountain, and Dew were able to integrate with the new members of the pack quickly through tours and band practice, but for Cowbell it took a little longer.  Cowbell could get along with anybody.  They’d even been seen having an animated, signed conversation with a rock.  However, it took the new ghouls time to get used to the little ghoul’s quirks.

Dewdrop pulled his fellow gremlin into a big hug, “We love you, buddy.”

The rest of the ghouls had already begun to form a ghoul pile.  Aether picked up Cowbell, carefully playing them in the middle between Dew and Rain.  

Purrs and sounds of contentment filled the room as one by one each of the ghouls fell asleep.  Cowbell stayed awake, happy, surrounded by almost everybody they loved.  

[beardedmrbean]

A 30-ton shipment of a chemical that can be used as fertilizer or an explosive is missing from a California-bound railroad car after rail officials confirmed it disappeared during a trip across the West last month.

The railcar, loaded with 61,000 pounds of ammonium nitrate, left Cheyenne, Wyoming on April 12, a Union Pacific spokesperson told USA TODAY Tuesday. Two weeks later it was found empty at a rail stop in the California Mojave Desert, according to a report filed with the federal National Response Center on May 10.

Dyno Nobel, an explosives manufacturer, told local station KQED News the material − "transported in pellet form in a covered hopper car similar to those used to ship coal" − likely fell from a rail car on the way to a rail siding (a short track connecting with the main track) about 30 miles from Mojave in Kern County, just east of Bakersfield.

"The railcar was sealed when it left the Cheyenne facility, and the seals were still intact when it arrived in Saltdale," the company told the outlet. "The initial assessment is that a leak through the bottom gate on the railcar may have developed in transit."

In addition to Dyno, the Federal Railroad Administration (FRA), the California Public Utilities Commission (CPUC) and Union Pacific are investigating the case.

Neither the FRA nor CPUC could immediately be reached by USA TODAY on Tuesday morning.

'Seal still intact'

Officials told KQED the railcar was transported back to Wyoming where it will be inspected.

"At this point in the investigation, we do not believe there is any criminal or malicious activity involved," said Kristen South, a spokesperson for Union Pacific, who works with its customers to investigate any loss of commodity or damaged freight.

"Our investigation is in its early stages because the customer recently reported the possible loss of fertilizer from one compartment of a multi-compartment railcar," South told USA TODAY Tuesday. "The fertilizer is designed for ground application and quick soil absorption. If the loss resulted from a railcar leak over the course of transportation from origin to destination, the release should pose no risk to public health or the environment."

What is ammonium nitrate?

Ammonium nitrate is explosive under certain conditions. Mixed with something flammable and exposed to flame, it can explode.

Timothy McVeigh used 2 tons of ammonium nitrate mixed with fuel oil to destroy the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City, killing 168 people in 1995.

But it's not a danger that exists in many places. That's because the chemical, once a popular fertilizer, is rarely used these days, USA TODAY reported in 2013.

Ammonium nitrate was the main suspected chemical in a Texas explosion that killed 14 people in April 2013.

The explosion at West Fertilizer Co. also injured more than 200 and left at least 50 homes uninhabitable.

[merrybrides]

8 Wedding Cake Trends

1. Heart-Shaped Cakes

We can't get enough of this adorable wedding cake trend—and you might have even already spotted it popping up on your social media feeds. Heart-shaped wedding cakes are all about whimsical details and over-the-top embellishments, which you'll love if you're into maximalist style. The Lambeth-inspired cakes, usually decorated in pastel colors like pink, purple, yellow, green or blue, are often topped off with bright red cherries that complete their vintage look. Not sure you want to try this trend for your wedding day? Heart-shaped cakes are just as cute at engagement parties, bridal showers and rehearsal dinners.

2. Garden Patch Cakes

Florals for wedding cakes? Groundbreaking. But really—in 2024, fresh flowers will adorn cakes in new ways that evoke a more abstract, organic look than ever before. Instead of meticulously placed clusters of blooms or elaborate flowers cascading down fondant tiers, the concept of this wedding cake trend is to use florals in a way that feels like they sprouted directly out of the cake. It's giving simple cottagecore garden wedding—just add a sweet gingham or checkered tablecloth. Editor's note: Your wedding cake baker and wedding florist can help you choose food-safe flowers, which is important to keep in mind when adding any type of plant or natural element to your cake.

3. Ribbons and Bows

Dainty bows are already trending for hair accessories and wedding fashion, and they'll be making their way onto wedding cakes, too. This trend is a throwback to wedding cakes of the early 2000's, and today's version falls perfectly in line with the popular coquette and balletcore aesthetics. Expect to see bows on cakes in all sizes and forms, from actual ribbons to sugar bows made of fondant, meringue or hand-piped icing. Try this pretty idea if you're into understated and timeless details, since you won't need to add many other embellishments (if any) to your cake.

4. Wavy Piping

This wedding cake trend is unlike anything we've ever seen before, and we're a little obsessed. Wavy piping, ruffled buttercream and squiggly meringue accents are all bringing unique dimension to wedding cakes. The basket weave piping technique with a wavy look around the circumference of the cake stemmed from the inspiration of 1920s women's hair styles—the short bobs with their finger waves. I love the sensual and feminine look it adds, but how it also creates depth and structure. Each ribbon belt is different to emphasize the individuality of my cakes and to the corresponding client. No two cakes are ever alike.

5. Textural and Tonal Cakes

Understated luxury, anyone? Bridging the gap between super-simple wedding cakes and highly detailed creations, monochromatic textured cakes give you the best of both worlds. An all-white color palette tones down the overall look of the cake, but upon closer inspection, the details keep it far from boring.

6. Extra-Grand Wedding Cakes

Now that big weddings are back in full swing, the desserts have to be equally as impactful. After all, what's a party without cake? The cake is now center stage again. It's a vital part of decor and getting dressed up more than ever. Extra-tall cakes (think six and seven tiers or more) will tower above dessert tables, creating a focal point at your reception venue and giving you the ultimate cake-cutting photo opportunity. And the cake itself is just the beginning—lavish embellishments and add-ons will take the whole display to the next level. Lots of flowers, not just on the cake, but surrounding the table so that it feels more like a focal art piece than a dessert.

7. Sheet Cakes

If you're going the casual route for your wedding day, consider skipping the multi-tier cake for a one-tier sheet cake instead. But if you think this is your average grocery store sheet cake, think again. What makes this wedding cake trend so noteworthy is that the sheet cakes are decorated just as much as (if not more than) vertical cakes, complete with fresh flowers, intricate piping and other decorative techniques. The main difference? Because of their horizontal design, sheet cakes won't need as much structural support—and they're a great option to maximize the amount of cake you can serve at once.

8. Unique Cake Flavors

There's always going to be a time and place for classic vanilla sponge cake and buttercream frosting, but you don't have to play it safe on your wedding day. If trusty standbys like chocolate or red velvet just aren't doing it for you, draw inspiration from experimental avant-garde menus and seasonal flavors instead.

I truly believe in keeping things seasonal and I hope that the wedding cake industry can tune in more to this. I believe we will see more focus on seasonality and the use of various grains with a different twist on traditional flavor pairings. Think certain fruit fillings infused with various spices or herbs, such as citrus and coriander, or my all-time favorite and go-to: strawberry and bay leaf jam.

[averysexyleon]

Miranda's Crystal making vs Ethan and Roses

She had similar black spots on her skin.  Fluid trickling from her nose.  She was choking, and speaking rapidly in Romanian.  Ethan’s heart began to beat faster at the sight of her, but this was not Miranda in the flesh (or the mold.)  It was simply a memory.  The memory he’d asked to see.  Miranda braced herself up, pulling the buttons on her dress shirt aside to reveal more blackened splotches.  

He had no idea what she was saying, but now the woman grimaced, grasping one of the wounds with her thin fingers.  She extended her other hand, and a mycelial root slithered into it, linking her directly to the mold’s network.  The disgusting branches writhed around her almost expectantly and she screamed in pain, grasping at the stomach wounds. 

Ethan’s glare was intense as he watched her other hand, the one extended, reach out and turn palm up.  For a moment, Miranda’s eyes turned white, or rolled back in her head, and then from her palm, spikes danced and churned.  Her screams of pain turned to a rather gasping sort of maniacal laugh.  Miranda’s eyes shot open as she watched the crystal grow in her palm.  After another several moments she cradled it in both hands, her laugh less relief and more crazed power seeking as the woman’s fingers danced over the item. She grasped it so hard that her fingers were cut all over and began to bleed black, but she didn't even seem to notice. 

The crystal shone bright white, so bright it was almost blue, but as Miranda continued to caress it, it dimmed to a silvery sheen.  In a flash the image was gone, leaving Ethan to stare at a particular patch of nothing in the garden. 

With a nod of resolve, he dipped down to one knee and Maricara stood the toddler in her pajamas on the ground.  Rose was undeterred by the chill on her socks, and she immediately made her way to Ethan, her chubby fingers grabbing his thumbs. 

Ethan smiled at her, the babbles causing him to lose focus, but now he could feel the pull from the ground.  Stronger now.  He lowered both long legs, tucking them underneath him, feeling the bite of cold ground as he settled forward.  There was a growing sort of energy around the pair of them, and he wondered what it meant.  

As if reading Ethan’s mind--or perhaps he just felt the buzzing himself, as a creature of electricity, Heisenberg raised a palm and brought a magnetic field around the group.  The act didn’t change the engineer’s expression at all, but years melted from the Roma woman’s face as she basked in the strange magic that no doubt had filled her youth.  And Rose squealed as she always did whenever Karl did…well, pretty much anything.  

Ethan didn’t even have to ask for help this time.  It seemed like the most natural thing in the world, to tear this ‘essence’ as the Duke liked calling it, from his body.  The fluctuating and rotating fields moved around them like a pulse, urging the spirits? Souls? Forward.  Rose felt like an oppositional magnet to him, pulling what felt like splinters toward his upturned palms.  The white beads of--sweat? Mold? Now began to look like salt crystals, forming over the surface of his palm and cracking as they expanded in several directions.  

Maricara nodded almost knowingly, but Heisenberg’s was a true face of wonder as he gazed at the pair.  Though she was silent, Eva’s form was visible here and she clapped.  After several more seconds, Ethan exhaled deeply and realized that the pain and odd sensations in his body had left him during the process.  

And now he had two crystals, one in each palm.  They were translucent white, full of spikes, resembling multi-pointed stars.  The blond now clasped them and turned his hands over, inspecting his often ill-fated fingers.  

Healed, normal.  

One crystal was dropped as he clawed over his torso.  No wounds. 

Karl dropped the field abruptly and metal clanged to the ground all around them.  

“I’ll be damned,” came Heisenberg’s voice.  

[hotpotrandomfics]

Riordanverse OC Profile: Emilio Victor (V.) Silverio-Azarello

Full Name: Emilio Victor (V.) Silverio-Azarello

Alias/Nicknames: Em, V., Dark Knight, Styx's Problem Child, River Boy

Godly Lineage: Styx (mother), Kymopoleia (ancestor), Guabancex (ancestor)

Gender: Male

Age: 20

Birthday: August, 7th

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Species: Demigod

Language: English, Spanish, French, Portugues, Cantonese, Ancient Greek

Hairstyle, Hair Color: Undercut with Medium Fade, Obsidian Black

Eye Shape and Color: Upturned and Obsidian Black

Lip Shape: Bow Shaped

Nose Shape: Straight

Face Shape: Oval

Body Type: 

Mesomorph

Swimmer-toned physique

Extra Traits: 

Birthmarks

Left Cheek Bone

Right Collarbone

Left Shoulder

Scars:

Right shoulder, hydra claw

Left oblique, sword

Height: 5'10

Skin tone: Almond Brown

Ethnicities: Puerto Rican, Dominican, Brazilian, Spanish

Style of dress: Natural, relaxed but functional. Jeans, running sneakers or hiking boots, t-shirts or plaid long sleeves, a pair of rings in one hand with one ring on the opposite. Colors of olive green, forest green, black, grey, and white.

Personality: At first glance, they appear self-centered or intolerant but on closer inspection, they're pragmatic, honest, and compassionate, especially to those who've been harmed or wronged unjustly.

Strengths: Adaptability, Perseverance, Humility

Flaws: Pushes others away, self-confidence

Fatal flaw: Excessive Personal Loyalty

Likes and Hobbies: Latin American and Italian coffee, medium-rare cooked meats, martial arts tournaments, dogs, cats, and otters

Dislikes: Promise breakers, liars, heavy sweets, and people pleasers

Voice: Crisp and ethereal

Fears or Phobias: Atychiphobia 

Favorite Color: Sea Green

Favorite animal: Otters

Favorite possession: N/A

Favorite food: Churrasco steak with rice, beans, and fried yuca root

Least Favourite food: War Heads

Love interest: N/A

Best friends: N/A

Friends: N/A

Enemies: N/A

Rivals: N/A

Powers:

Hydrokinesis (Includes):

Water Immunity

Water Solidification

Water Empowerment

Toxikinesis (limited)

Atmokinesis (Includes):

Aerokinesis

Storm Spirit Communication

Oath Binding (Includes):

Necromancy 

Umbrakinesis (Includes):

Shadow Travel

Odikinesis

Hypnokinesis

Enhanced Strength

Enhanced Durability

Enhanced Stamina

Weapon(s):

Oath's Bane (multi-formed weapon, Kali/Eskrima sticks initially form) 

Kali/Eskrima Sticks: Stygian Iron/Silver

Baat Jaam Do (Butterfly Sword): Stygian Iron/Silver

Luk Dim Boon Kwun (6 & 1/2 Pole) Stygian Iron/Silver

Fighting style(s):

Unarmed:

Wing Chun

Kali/Eskrima

Pencak Silat

Kickboxing

Jiu Jitsu

Armed:

Swordsmanship

Wing Chun

Kali/Eskrima

Pencak Silat

Archery

Backstory: Born to a reformed criminal turned lawyer, Emilio grew up in Tampa, Florida, and was raised by his father, Enrique, who served in the state attorney office of the city. Emilio didn't care for much as his father provided all he needed but never allowed his son to have anything without fulfilling some promise or obligation. An effective method to prevent his son from becoming a spoiled brat, Enrique enrolled the young boy in multiple martial arts schools to help him develop discipline and mental fortitude especially given that he could potentially become a target because of his father's past. 

During hurricane season when he was seven, Emilio saw three women from his window in the middle of the bay. They appeared to be arguing as the hurricane became more violent so did the body language of those women. To his surprise, they all pointed in his direction and he ran to his father as he was in the middle of going over a case. Comforting his son, Enrique assured Emilio he was safe and that his eyes were playing tricks on him. Eventually, the young boy would peer into the veil that was the Mist and question what happened during that storm and why one of the women stared at him with a mix of pain, contempt, and something else...

[inky-snowdrop]

Mortal Kombat 11: Civil War

A Mortal Kombat Multi-Chapter Fanfiction

Pairings: Mileena/Scorpion || Hanzo Hasashi, Kitana/SubZero || Kuai Liang (implied), Sonya Blade/Erron Black

Rating: M (18+)

(canon-typical violence, implied sexual content, strong language, cannibalism, graphic descriptions of blood, gore and death)

Originally Written In: 2015

Notes: I wrote this a very long time ago before MK11 came out... This has literally nothing to do with the canon MK11 lore and follows directly after the events of MKX. Basically, if I worked at Netherrealm Studios, this is what MK11 would look like.

Prologue || Chapter 1 ->

The first thing she felt was a pain on her face. It was quite painful so she moved her hand to her face. She yelped in pain as her razor sharp teeth cut her skin, leaving a gash on her hand. The girl then opened her eyes, the amber eyes gleaming in the darkness of the flesh pits. She stared at her nails, which were a sharpened to a point. She quickly cut her bondages and slowly stood to her feet. All around her was the smell of blood and death. There were also bodies, each an exact copy of her. She inhaled the smell and smiled broadly. "I have been sleeping for a long time," she purred as she walked towards the nearest body. "Perhaps I'll just have a taste..."

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Prologue - Mileena

She then jumped onto the body and bit down hard on the things neck. There was a gurgling sound as blood erupted from its neck, soaking her. She merely laughed as she licked herself clean. The body's meat tasted delicious to the girl and she was eager to try more, but then she heard a far of sound. The sound of yelling. Almost immediately, the girl was engulfed with pink magik. She smiled as she reappeared behind one of the giant test tubes. As she peered around, she saw three figures approach. One was the color of the sun. The girl's hands formed fists as she shook with rage. She remembered the name of the creature before her. 'D'vorah,' She seethed silently.

D'vorah looked around the chamber with a satisfied look on her face. "This one thinks we should dispose of this monstrosities," D'vorah said as she kicked the closest body, knocking its head off with a snap. She turned to face the two Tarkatans in front of her. "Kotal Kahn expects nothing to remain of Mileena. Quickly so we may leave this wretched place!"

The girl could barely control her anger as the Tarkatans made haste removing the bodies by chopping them into pieces and feeding them to D'vorah's pet bugs. 'It would be so easy to slit their throats,' The girl thought bitterly as pink magik enveloped her once more. 'Too easy…' The girl reappeared behind the first Tarkatan, grasping him tightly around the throat. He let a gasp as the girl ripped his throat open with her claws. Blood splattered everywhere. She set him down silently so not to disturb D'vorah. Trying not to make a sound, she crept over the now dead body towards the Kytinn, who now was inspecting the glass test tubes. The girl quickly crawled right behind the second Tarkatan and ripped his leg off. He howled in pain before the girl could silence him, biting down on his horror written face. D'vorah spun around in time to see the girl throw the leg at her head. D'vorah quickly ducked out of the way and grabbed the leg with one of her tentacle like arms. The girl emerged from behind D'vorah, reaching for her head, but D'vorah stung her with one of her tentacles instead. She ripped a giant gash from the top of the girl's left breast to the bottom of her right thigh. She then threw the girl to the floor in front of her and stung her in the stomach. But before she could finish her off, the girl disappeared in a cloud of pink magik and reappeared behind D'vorah. D'vorah then got a good look at the girl's face. Though she was not wearing her signature pink, D'vorah recognized the girl's face anywhere.

"Mileena," She hissed as she got into a fighting stance.

"Hello D'vorah," Mileena replied, her voice dripping with venom. "Let us Dance."

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[nnglazing]

uPVC Door Repair in Finchley: Everything You Need to Know

Introduction

UPVC doors are widely popular in Finchley and everywhere for durability, efficiency, and low maintenance. However, just like any other installation, they do tend to degrade over time and require restoration once in a while. If troubled with your uPVC door, know about the way in, which will get you your repair service professional. In this article, we have highlighted the basic aspects of uPVC door repairs services in Finchley, common problems, and given some maintenance tips. We have also tried to answer several of the most asked questions.

Why Choose uPVC Door Repair Services in Finchley?

The owners of Finchley like the strength of the uPVC doors, but in regard to repairs, it's a different story. Repairs for uPVC doors require special skill and special tools; an experienced technician will restore functionality to your door, extending its life without requiring a full replacement. Certain benefits associated with the repair of a uPVC door are that:

Cost-Effective: Repair is cheaper than replacing a door. Improved Security: Adjusting misaligned locks or broken hinges improves security for your house.

Energy Efficiency: Sealing your door appropriately will keep indoor temperature retained, and thus your energy bills will be at a minimum.

Convenience: Fast repairs reduce disruptions to daily life.

Common Issues with uPVC Doors

Knowing the common issues that uPVC doors experience will aid a house owner in early detection of wear and therefore take repairs in good time. Some of the common issues are as shown below.

Misaligned or Stuck Doors

Some uPVC doors may droop or move about after a while, mainly if they are not set correctly. Opening and closing it will thus become problematic; this is mainly due to issues with the hinges or the door frame. If allowed to persist, misalignment might also cause energy inefficiency and can weaken the locking system of the door completely.

Locking Mechanism Problems

Problems with uPVC Doors: Some other common problems associated with uPVC doors are related to their multi-point locking systems, which often jam, fail in operation, or even break. These are usually because parts are wearing, misaligned, or something inside the locking mechanism is broken. In severe cases, a new lock will be required.

Hinges That Are Broken or Worn

Over time, hinges of the uPVC doors may get loose or worn, especially because of the brunt of the weight that the door carries. Hinges that break, apart from affecting the functioning of the door, are quite hazardous to the security of persons.

Condensation and Sealing Issues

Ill-sealed doors will display condensation between panes of glass or around the areas where the frame of the door is. A broken seal is indicated, and besides being unsightly, it will affect energy efficiency.

Damaged Panels or Glass

Although uPVC is tough, these panels might crack or get damaged during extreme weather conditions or heavy impacts. Glass panes may also suffer damage or discoloration that will affect both aesthetics and insulation.

The Repair Process for a uPVC Door

Generally, a professional repair service will follow these steps in restoring your uPVC door:

Initial Inspection and Diagnosis

The technician is going to inspect the door, taking into consideration significant aspects of its alignment, lock mechanisms, seals, and hinges. Whatever problems there are will be established and the most viable forms of repair will be suggested.

Adjustments and Realignment

Some issues, involving misalignment, a technician is able to address in adjusting either the door or hinge settings so that the door fits correctly within the frame. This is very important not only for ease of use but also for energy efficiency.

Lock and Hinge Repair or Replacement

They will repair or replace the lock or hinges in case anyone of them is flawed. Multi-point locks are complicated and best left to a skilled professional who knows how to handle them for proper installation and performance.

Sealing and Weatherproofing

In case there is condensation or an issue with the sealing of the door, the technician will replace the seals that got damaged to make your door weather-sealed. This will also increase energy efficiency as it will prevent drafts and ingress of moisture.

Repair Panel and Glass

Damaged panels or glass may have to be replaced or repaired. Glass might have to be resealed or replaced by specialists in double-glazed units, particularly where condensation has formed between the panes.

Choosing the Correct uPVC Door Repair Service in Finchley

Finding a good repair service, without any experience, may be a difficult task. However, here are some major qualities any technician should possess:

Experience and Expertise

Has the technician got experience in repairing uPVC doors? Then, they have the skills to handle various issues quickly and with ease.

Positive Customer Reviews

Ask friends and neighbors in Finchley for referrals or check online reviews. Happy clients usually remark on how timely the repair specialists are, the quality of the work, and how professional they are.

Clear Pricing

A reliable service should have no-nonsense pricing that includes any call-out charge and extra cost over and above the parts. If it does not have one, then one should avoid that company.

Warranty on Repairs

Many reputable repair services include guarantees on their work, which means if problems reoccur within a certain timeframe, they will come back and fix the issues for no additional cost.

Availability of Emergency Services

Whether it be an emergency lockout situation or a security problem with your uPVC door, problems can arise at any time of night or day. A firm offering emergency repair services will bring reassurance in knowing that help will be there when needed.

Maintaining Your uPVC Door

Maintenance will reduce the likelihood of repair and can extend the life of your uPVC door. Here are some tips:

Lubricate the Lock Mechanism:

Use lubricant once in a while over the lock mechanism. Do not use grease, as it attracts dirt and debris.

Clean Seals and Hinges:

Clean the seals around the door for any crack or wear marks. Also, keep the hinges free from dirt and dust to avoid putting unnecessary strain on the door.

Check Alignment and Adjust if Necessary:

You should check the alignment of your door every few months and adjust the hinges if necessary. This will prevent any misalignment problem from worsening.

Avoid Excessive Force:

Also, avoid slamming shut the door or using too much strength, as over time this will wear out the hinges and the lock mechanism.

Frequently Asked Questions

How long does a typical uPVC door take to repair?

The time taken to carry out a repair will be determined by the nature and complication of an issue. Minor adjustments, like realignment, can take about 30 minutes to an hour, but when locks or hinges need to be replaced, it could take some hours. A good repair service will let their initial assessment estimate how long it may take.

Cost of uPVC door repair in Finchley

Repair prices depend on the nature of the repair, the condition of the door, and the necessary parts replacements. Minor repairs typically start at about £50, while more significant ones, like lock replacement or panel repair, would potentially reach the range of £100-£300. Moreover, emergency call-out services are usually offered at an additional price with some companies.

Can I repair my uPVC door myself?

Whereas cleaning and lubrication of hinges can be done personally, most repairs require some expertise with specialized tools. A repair of a multi-point locking system or trying to realign the door without experience can further cause even more damage. Service by professionals would be best, generally speaking.

Why will a uPVC door go out of alignment?

Misalignment can occur due to various reasons, such as frequent use, change in temperature, or worn-out hinges. Moreover, poor installation could be another reason for misalignment. Most of the problems related to misalignment can be avoided by regular maintenance and adjustments of the hinges.

How do I know if my uPVC door lock needs a repair or replacement?

Signs that a lock may need repair include when it starts jamming, becomes stiff, or has an over-sdidely loose handle. If the lock fails to engage fully or the multi-point mechanism does not work right, then the time comes to call in a professional. In some situations, a simple repair suffices, while if parts are too worn, then replacement might have to be made.

Conclusion

These uPVC doors are really long-lasting and require less maintenance; hence, they can be considered a good investment for the residents of Finchley. On the other hand, sometimes timely repair of problems will keep your door functional, keep security intact, and extend its life expectancy. Acquaintance with common problems, their repair processes, and some maintenance hints will help you manage your uPVC door effectively. Choosing an experienced and reliable repair service is very important when professional help is required, assuring long-lasting results.

A program of regular maintenance coupled with the prompt repair of defects and damage as necessary should enable your uPVC door to go on serving your house in both an efficient and safe manner for many years to come. From problems with the alignment to a broken lock or damaged panels, expert are available to address all your uPVC door repair services in Finchley needs.

[govindhtech]

AWS App Studio: The Quickest & Easiest Way to Develop Apps

The quickest and most straightforward method for creating enterprise-class apps.

What is App Studio?

With the help of AWS App Studio, a generative AI-powered service, developers can now construct enterprise-grade apps using natural language in only a few minutes, enabling a new group of builders. IT project managers, data engineers, and enterprise architects are examples of technical people without extensive software development experience that can easily create business apps using App Studio that meet their organization’s requirements.

Advantages

Create scalable, secure apps in a matter of minutes rather than days with no need for specialized software development knowledge.

Develop apps more quickly with the help of a generative AI helper

AWS App Studio will create an application with a multipage user interface (UI), a data model, and unique business logic based on your requirements if you only use plain language to describe the application you want to construct. After that, you may ask App Studio questions on how to edit your program, and it will help you by giving you thorough instructions on how to use the point-and-click interface to make changes.

Install programs that are extremely scalable without requiring any overhead

By handling all deployment, operations, and maintenance, App Studio gives you a highly secure, scalable, and performant application without requiring you to worry about the underlying code or infrastructure. This allows technical professionals to concentrate on innovation rather than application management.

Improve governance and security to the joy of IT

You can set very precise access control settings for your users, apps, and data using App Studio. Additionally, it provides IT staff with application visibility, enabling them to monitor use and ensure adherence to corporate guidelines.

Save up to 80% when compared to similar products

App Studio challenges the current low-code technologies’ price structures, which impose costly per-end user licensing. Building an application with App Studio is free, and you only have to pay when consumers engage with your published apps.

Use Cases

Learn how to develop and implement solid business applications with access to databases and enterprise systems, multi-page user interfaces, and unique business logic for builders.

Simplify the handling of claims

In just a few minutes, you can create an application using AWS App Studio that will automate the tedious and laborious processes involved in processing claims. Large claim volumes may be handled by the program in bespoke processing processes including file uploads, data input, and progress monitoring.

Control supplies and equipment

Create an application that provides you with a consolidated view of equipment assignments, inventory levels, and reordering requirements. To monitor component compatibility details and inventory levels, you may link your application to data repositories. By effectively managing inventory, the program may save operating expenses by automating warnings when compatibility complaints and returns exceed certain thresholds.

Approve projects with ease

Consolidate your organization’s project intake, review, and approval procedures into a low-code application for project managers. In addition to automating alerts and integrating with current solutions for contract administration and project kickoffs, the application may improve visibility into approver information and project progress.

Digitize audits and inspections

With digital forms and dashboards, AWS App Studio can develop an application that eliminates the need for paper-based inspections and problem reporting. It can automate problem tracking, interact with ticketing systems, connect to historical data sources, monitor issues automatically, and provide real-time insight into the state of your operations.

Combined reporting and metrics

You may create an application that combines data from many sources into a single dashboard for sales, operations, and marketing by using the point-and-click interface of App Studio. It allows for immediate updates from team members and displays real-time, current data from all underlying sources.

Conclusion

Its generative AI-powered guidance is available throughout the development process.” Amazon Web Services developers have little time to build and maintain internal apps because they work with some of the biggest companies in the world today. With AWS App Studio, they can reduce the expense and complexity of creating and managing their own internal tools, freeing up engineers’ time to innovate for their clients.

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When Roy says he wants to make Amestris better, he has specific ideas in mind, not vague notions. He’ll be vague when asked about it, but his plans are written down, heavily coded, and ever-changing.

Step one is taking over as Fuhrer in a democratic election. Since Ishval, Roy hasn’t trusted Fuhrer Bradley, particularly after Order 3066. It was excessive, unnecessary, and it could never happen again. His plan to get to this position is gradual and multi-pronged.

- He needs to garner trust from others, particularly those in places of high authority. To that extent, he has to show a willingness to follow orders, not step too far out of line, and that he is more than capable of any task given to him. However, his rise through the ranks can’t be too conspicuous lest he draw too much attention to himself. Being underestimated is just one part of ensuring that.

- Under that same premise, he needs to garner loyalty out of those who serve under him. In his mind, loyalty is earned, and should never be expected. The work he does to gain trust from his superiors doubles as his work to gain loyalty. Anyone who serves with him knows that their loyalty is mutual, and he will never give an order he wouldn’t obey himself.

- He needs information. The corruption in the military is widespread, and dates back to before he was born. Regularly, he gathers information using covers, and from gaining the trust of his superiors.

Step two involves dismantling military control of the government, and limiting the power of the Fuhrer. This step will undoubtedly take longer, but he believes it to be necessary. No one person should have all of the ruling power in Amestris.

- Thorough inspection of all military affairs. That widespread corruption mentioned previously? With more authority, and access to information, he can find its sources, and deal with them. Much of this work will be done by eliminating Father and the Homunculi, but cleanup will be required Post-Promised Day.

- Reevaluating present wars with other countries, and working towards diplomatic options. Amestris has been at war in some way, shape, or form for decades. While dealing with the corruption in the military, and finding the causes and reasons behind each war, Roy aims to end all wars, and usher in an era of diplomacy and peace. This will involve a lot of negotiations from both parties.

- The fact that no one had the authority to debate Order 3066 bothers Roy to this day. He plans on limiting the power the military has in regards to politics, moving from an autocratic government to a more democratic one. This particular part of step two is incredibly involved, and will take the most time to establish. It will also be part of every other step he needs to make. The first part of it, though, is to start severing the power the military has over the government.

Step three is focused on rebuilding, restructuring, and rebirth of a nation. A nation that’s been constantly at war needs time and space to heal. Parts of Amestris have also been neglected due to the wars, and need attention.

- Reestablishing trade with Xing. This will involve rebuilding the railroad, and establishing a diplomatic relationship between the two countries. Eventually, Roy wants to do this with all surrounding countries, but Xing is his starting point.

- Rebuilding Ishval. Out of all the causes close to his heart, this is the one Roy plans to be involved in the most. He plans to rebuild Ishval to its former glory not just through physical buildings, but giving Ishvalans a place for their culture to be reborn and thrive. He also plans to have them directly involved in government affairs, Scar and Major Miles the first among many he’ll call upon.

- Rebranding the State Alchemist program. Roy plans to completely sever its ties to the military, and have it be more focused on research to better the lives of all Amestrians. He wants the unofficial motto “Be thou for the people” to mean something. His hope is that this will allow for further advances in medicine, technology, and science in general. It will also be heavily monitored.

- Put himself and others on trial for war crimes for what happened in Ishval, particularly those who obeyed Order 3066. Apologizing for his actions in Ishval isn’t enough for Roy, and he knows it’s not enough for many Ishvalans. Helping rebuild their culture and cities helps, but he also truly believes that the war was unjust, and deserves to be treated that way. This will also establish that the leaders of a country are not exempt from the law.

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It’s a long, complicated plan with many moving parts that are constantly in flux. Adding Father and the Homunculi to the mix furthers those complications. Roy is well aware it’s not perfect, he may fail on multiple fronts, and that he can’t do it alone. But, his ultimate goal is to ensure that Amestris is safe, prosperous, and at peace. He won’t rest until he sees it happen.

Any plans for himself, or personal desires, are on hold because of that. While he wants to eventually have a family and all that, he doesn’t feel like he deserves it until he’s put the work in. That, and he also doesn’t feel worthy of love, but that’s another story.

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What Does It Mean To Be Strong?

What does it mean to be ‘strong’?

That’s the very first question that enters his mind as small clawed fingers (almost impatiently) tap an overly smooth white-greyish console with no apparent buttons, the only indication that anything is happening at all being the way small and circular bits of white light flare up and linger around the areas touched before vanishing.  His intention is to initialize a kind of extra-dimensional training space and into it, slot the very same training exercise he had done (up to a certain point) many times over prior to this moment.  Many iterations of moving through an ‘obstacle course’ of sorts whereby the ‘obstacles’ in question served as the difficult terrain itself and many blank-faced silvery enemies in humanoid shapes of various sizes which would attack him in a variety of ways as well.  Many iterations of ultimately falling short of the end point–due to an exceedingly low ceiling to his physical abilities–but perhaps today would be different.

The pocket space, previously a seemingly endless white, momentarily displays his input commands–in accordance with the control console wedged in the ‘middle’ of the endless nothingness–in plain black and enlarged in all directions before expanding out to engulf the area.  For a moment, it seems as though the endless blankness had merely been exchanged for eternal darkness until blocky and almost digital splotches of various colours appear, splattered in particular points before reforming into components which altogether form the environment whose trials he would undergo; a would-be ascent up a rocky mountain dotted with patches of grasses, flowers, and trees.  The small alien gently extends an arm out, hand outstretched and facing up, and within the span of a second, a silvery revolver-style gun appears in his hand in a flare of white light.  He had always had a high level of skill in hitting targets with a high degree of accuracy under challenging circumstances; observing, predicting, and calculating ways to optimize the chances of hitting even an erratic target within an unreliable environment… had always been a strength of his.  But, this exercise isn’t about that.

Gregory closes his hand around the weapon and shifts it into a position which best suits his needs.  Rather, this is all a matter of bolstering his ability to even use this skill at all, by developing complementary abilities to it.  Ones that do not rely on PSI.  Skills that he would continue to have when all else fails, especially now that he is in a position where he cannot indiscriminately rely on his PSI to pull him out of more challenging scenarios with a sufficient degree of confidence.  He stares straight ahead, dark blue voids narrowing in a focused and faintly determined way, and his posture tenses with anticipation as he runs a mental countdown until the exercise starts.

5… objectively-speaking, it is impossible for a Psion to change non-defensive characteristics like that.  Ordinarily, he would not entertain things like this because of that.  And yet, here he is anyways.  4… somehow, post-reassembly… something feels different about that which has always existed beyond the psionic energy which fills the otherwise empty exoskeleton that functions as his body.  3… the data which constitutes his very essence feels as though it’s experienced a fundamental shift in its mode of existence.  A multi-faceted sensation which seems to almost be reaffirmed by the fact that he has experienced a permanent physical change upon exiting that little space in-between lived reality and… not;  the short, almost stubby, horns growing out his head in a simple and upright design.  2… with his free hand, he reaches up to gently tap one, as if to run a cursory inspection that would somehow reveal more than what limited details he already knows about them.  Psions do not have horns in their design–nor do they have any use for them–but Ancient Ones did and though most data isn’t entirely clear about this, the horns had quite a bit of significance to them beyond mere cultural connotations.  The horns of Ancient Ones strongly correlated with the evolution and ascension of power; the very essence of power itself.  Another tap to the pointed protrusions.  1… In that light, perhaps his horns are more than just a mark.  Perhaps, today would be different; a repetitive mantra, but one that he needs on some level to avoid conceding prematurely.  After all, if there is something worthwhile to the pointy additions to his head, would it not be challenging by nature?

Training Exercise Start.  He starts moving ahead, as quickly as he can by foot, while silvery opponents blip into existence as if they had been there the entire time.

What does it mean to be ‘strong’...?

Expertly, he shifts his gun–efficiently and precisely—in an array of graceful motions punctuated with a shot right at each target (their heads and chests in this case).  No movement wasted.  No hesitation spared.  No mistakes made.  No matter how much they move, no matter how difficult it can be to follow the    variables thrown in a dizzying array, he will calculate a means to ensure that the targets get hit.  Just as he would have to under real-world scenarios that he would likely encounter on the path to becoming good… to maybe even becoming a hero, if it’s possible at all for someone like him.  One, two… five gone!  And he continues on down the path with great and rather practiced efficiency.  Rinse.  Repeat.  It’s quite easy at this stage early on.

A lot of different things; contingent on time, place, subjects involved, and the way that all of these intersect at any given temporal-spatial point.

Contextual details.

In that way, there are many ways to be ‘strong’, but whether or not it matters is an entirely different matter altogether.  It has a lot to do with, again, contextual details and due to the somewhat subjective nature of it, the perceptions of others and oneself.

But, he is only concerned with his own perception.  And in turn, whether or not he is ‘strong’ in a context set to the tune of ‘becoming good’ and ‘heroism’.  A perhaps broad goal, but one that is important to him all the same nonetheless.

A significant rise in the density of silvery targets as he obliterates the earliest (and easiest) stages of the exercise and shifts into a more median subset.  So many silvery blips that they could be part of the simulated area’s own ecosystem with the way that they dot the ragged and irregular mountainous terrain.  More complicated patterns of attack incoming.  A charge and swipe, its arm extending like water, aimed directly at his feet from one the silvery targets charging him, a few others flanking its sides for backup.  Picking up speed, whatever painfully average amount he has –especially for his stubby stature, the Psion throws himself out of the way and onto the ground, firing shots which manage to perfectly hit the critical points as he slides right past his attacker and downs the others with it.

Determination and willpower are something that he possesses.  But, good and heroism requires more than just spirit.  It also requires the power to manifest that determination and willpower into a series of tangible actions.

Does he have that particular kind of power?  Is he ‘strong’ in the way that he needs to be?  In a way that really matters here?

Dark blue voids flicker down to his arm as he pushes himself back up like a spring, without missing a beat, and continues on.  As scheduled.  Like every other time prior.  He would not expect any less of himself.  A silvery target appears right before him in a flash, but he’s almost as quick to shift his gun upwards and fire in a single motion; a shot to the head before utilizing the same weapon to smack the figure off to the side and push past.  He might not have been designed for very much–his most defining ‘trait’ among the Psion species being his status as a special experiment–but, he can at least do this much.  But for how long?  He abruptly moves to the side and behind a particularly large rocky formation as a series of attacks come from several directions, more silvery figures jutting out from various points in a way that simply-put, he’s too slow to weave around and attack with the proficiency from before.

Psion physiology has something to it.

Very little is needed to maintain the body and there is no need to breathe or sleep.  There are no specific weak points that can cause critical damage, if struck, like organs and arteries.  It is impervious to biological attacks to the effect of poisons, paralytics, and disease.  And it is incredibly durable; capable of surviving in exceedingly harsh environments with the ability to adapt to novel circumstances (if survived) which exceed the body’s innate ability to resist completely.

He peers out from behind his cover, the rocky formation battered slightly by the simultaneous attacks that just barely missed him, and sizes up the pattern of movements from the targets.  With every step forward and towards the endpoint… the targets or ‘obstacles’ get more complicated and difficult.  He had improved the way he makes use of what little physical ability he does have, so as to make the most of it, but eventually he hits that frustrating ceiling to his own immovable limitations.

In that way, it could be said that Psion physiology makes one strong, but only as far as durability is concerned.  Because he is a Psion, he has effectively been spared from many unpleasant experiences that befall many life-forms with more lively bioforms… but in other ways, it’s also limited him; a limiting form by design.

Pattern identified.  The Psion tightens his grip on the gun with thinly veiled anticipation as he closely observes his assailants.  Opportunity coming up… right now!  He takes a few shots, hitting each target right on point, before pulling himself to the top of that which had served as temporary cover and nailing the remainder.  He slides off immediately after, a soft thud to the ground indicating a successful landing, before going back on the move and into a sharper ascent.  A maneuver that he completes with some trepidation.  The point of failure is getting comfortably close.  Everything else has been routine thus far.  Everything else had gone exactly as it always had in the latest runs; hardly much of an achievement.  But now? he’ll be able to truly discern whether or not anything has changed in the way that it needs to for his goals.

And so, by design, he can never be strong.

He just isn’t that type of Psion.

Nonetheless, at first each wave of the silvery targets–strangely shimmery under the generated sunlight of the setting–is handled with the same ease and grace earlier on as a sort of unspoken testament to his skill with wielding such weapons and experience in how to handle such situations.  But, as anticipated, not only do the targets get more numerous but they get much faster and stronger with every step taken up the sharper ascent.  The lit-up endpoint–a bright blue circle levitating overhead at the very peak–is still so far away and he’s already hitting what feels like the cold and unrelenting ceiling of his subpar physical abilities.

He can only be durable and psionically-proficient.

And almost as soon as that conclusion is made… the situation rapidly jerks out of his control as the difficulty level continues to increase at a rather steep rate.  No hits on him yet, but he cannot do anything but dodge a complicated assortment of swipes, charges, kicks, and more.  He can do nothing, but bide his time and look for enough time between attempted strikes to return fire.  Time that is rapidly running out as more targets blip into existence and the distance between Gregory himself and the older variants quickly comes to a close.  Dodging ability that is rapidly becoming as obsolete as much of his psionic abilities as the speed of the still-unvanquished targets increases.

But, the significant lapse in control over his powers has virtually negated the latter and so, he can only be durable.

Only durable, but if his goals are to be met, then even that much isn’t enough.

Abruptly, the speed and complexity of the attacks towards him increases enough that, while he can follow movements at blinding speeds without an issue… he cannot react at quite the same speed and thus winds up getting his only weapon knocked cleanly out of his grasp.  The silver handgun goes sailing through the air in a graceful arc and off beyond the hordes of silvery and contorted humanoid shapes making their way towards him with renewed vigour, now that he’s been disarmed.  Disarmed with no hope of actually getting his weapon back.  Utilizing PSI would defeat the purpose of this exercise and even if it did not… he would never be able to pick up the gun like that anyways.  For better and for worse, its entire structure was designed to be completely impervious to PSI, courtesy of some ancient robot series remains he had uncovered during one of his many investigations into Ancient Ones-related matters.

And so, with no further recourse, he rather swiftly gets knocked to the ground by an especially violent swipe from the target closest to him, landing facedown with a rather hard thud.  He can’t feel physical pain very much, but if he were an organism with a full set of such capabilities, then it would definitely hurt a lot.  After all, a training exercise isn’t of much use if any elements of it take things ‘too easy’ when one fails.  He snaps his fingers and all at once, everything freezes as though time itself has stopped.

Punching bags are durable too, but punching bags cannot be heroes.  Only punching bags.  Only a virtually PSI-less Psion.

How useless is that?

A black symbol appears midair–an outline of diamond surrounded by a star at each point–as the infinite blankness wipes away the frozen settings.  The exercise has been halted.  It was very clearly over.  He could not recover his lost ‘footing’ the moment his weapon had been flung out his grasp.

How useless is a Psion without the very thing it was engineered to do?

But, the Psion himself doesn’t get up off the ground.  Rather he remains firmly planted on the ground, face-down, and with an unusual statue-like stillness and silence.  Nothing happens for the entire span of five minutes until the faintest of tremors pulses through the entirety of his diminutive body, the very tip of his rat-like tail sharply tapping the ground with agitation that could only be guessed at by the random passerby (if such a thing were possible at all in this particular extradimensional space).  Sharp teeth grind rather tensely against the chaos of the red-hot and petulant sensation at the very core of the shaking while sharp nails dig into the emptiness beneath him, as the collective weight–previously held at bay by ironclad self-control and level-headedness–of all his previous failures seems to hit him all at once.

An illogical reaction to a predictable result.

He knew that this would happen.  This was an experiment too and like any good scientist… he had noted all potential outcomes prior to initiating it.  All that was left to do now was to get up and go over the data collected.  To determine where he could feasibly improve and see if anything unusual had been caught, despite the lack of tangible results.  And yet, on the ground he remained, as though glued to it with a single thought sequence coming through clearly amidst the chaos of his own emotions.

Why?  Why… do things… never change in a good way?

Why does he always have to change in a bad way?

He defied the ‘story’ set out by fate itself.

How can he be unable to defy something so comparatively trivial?

Why can’t he be strong, in a way that matters, when he needs to be?

A few more minutes pass in relative silence, posture unchanged, before he curls both hands into fists as if to release the last of the especially nasty bits of tension before forcing himself back to his feet.  He’s still a bit emotional, but calmed enough to slowly start at pulling himself together.  It’s very unlike him to lose focus like this, but evidently he was more… –‘frustrated’ over this than he initially suspected.  Cue a deep inhalation and exhalation of air.  A temporary feeling, like mom would always say, during the worst and most overwhelming moments in time.

‘It will be okay.’

He wants to be effective, even if his limited PSI and supplementary technologies were to fail, but nothing is more ineffective than receiving a failure with anything but seeing its value as raw data.  Gregory slowly begins to walk towards the discarded weapon, now a short distance away from him.

Even the heroes of many stories he had heard a… very long time ago, technically, by now… suffer failures and setbacks like this.  Part of what makes them so heroic, after all, is not their raw strength but their willingness to persevere despite the overwhelming odds and darkness.

He reaches the weapon and bends over to pick it back up, firmly closing his hand around it as he does so, before using a sleeve on his free hand to dab away tiny pinpricks of wetness which had mysteriously accumulated at the corners of his eyes.

The ability to never give up.

To have hope, even when it is illogical.

Gregory himself won’t give up either.   If he keeps on failing, there must be something that he has overlooked in the previous data collected, and so his next course of action should be to reassess all data (including the latest set) accumulated thus far.  He moves to the control console in the center of the endless blankness and taps away at it.  To see if there’s something that could prove to be of utility to improving his base condition.  A beat and he vanishes in a flash from the extradimensional space.

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Your Guide to Renting a Car at Trivandrum Airport: Convenience at Your Fingertips

Traveling to Trivandrum, the capital of Kerala, offers an exciting opportunity to explore the region’s cultural richness, scenic beauty, and historical landmarks. Whether you’re visiting for business or leisure, renting a car at Trivandrum Airport can significantly enhance your experience, providing you with the freedom and flexibility to navigate the city and its surroundings at your own pace. Here’s a comprehensive guide to Rent a Car in Trivandrum Airport

1. Why Rent a Car at Trivandrum Airport?

Renting a car directly at Trivandrum Airport comes with several advantages that make it a convenient option for travelers:

Benefits:

Immediate Access: As soon as you land, you can pick up your rental car and start your journey without waiting for taxis or arranging other forms of transportation.

Flexibility: Renting a car gives you the flexibility to explore Trivandrum and nearby attractions on your schedule, without being tied to public transport timings.

Comfort and Privacy: Enjoy the comfort and privacy of your own vehicle, where you can store your luggage securely and travel comfortably.

Cost-Effective: For those planning to visit multiple locations, renting a car can be more economical than using cabs or ride-sharing services.

2. How to Rent a Car at Trivandrum Airport

Renting a car at Trivandrum Airport is a straightforward process, but there are a few steps to ensure a smooth experience:

Book in Advance: It’s advisable to book your rental car in advance, especially during peak travel seasons, to secure your preferred vehicle and get the best rates. Most car rental companies offer online booking options where you can choose your car type, rental period, and any additional services you may need.

Choose the Right Car Type: Depending on your travel plans, choose a car that suits your needs. For city driving, a compact car might be sufficient, while a larger vehicle like an SUV or sedan is ideal if you’re traveling with family or planning road trips to nearby attractions.

Check the Rental Agreement: Carefully read the rental agreement, including the terms and conditions, mileage limits, insurance coverage, and fuel policy. Make sure you understand what is included in the rental price and any additional fees that may apply.

Pickup Process: Upon arrival at the airport, head to the car rental counter or the designated pickup point as indicated in your booking confirmation. Have your driver’s license, credit card, and any other required documents ready. The rental company will provide you with the car keys and guide you to your vehicle.

Inspect the Vehicle: Before driving off, inspect the car for any existing damage and ensure that everything is in working order. Report any issues to the rental company immediately to avoid disputes when you return the vehicle.

3. Types of Vehicles Available for Rent

Trivandrum Airport offers a wide range of vehicles to meet different travel needs and preferences:

Economy Cars: Ideal for solo travelers or couples, economy cars like the Maruti Swift or Hyundai i10 are fuel-efficient and easy to navigate through city traffic.

Sedans: For a more comfortable ride, sedans like the Honda City or Hyundai Verna provide extra space and are well-suited for longer drives.

SUVs: If you’re traveling with a group or planning to explore off-road destinations, SUVs like the Toyota Fortuner or Mahindra Scorpio offer the necessary power and space.

Luxury Cars: For those looking to travel in style, luxury car options such as BMW, Audi, or Mercedes-Benz are available to add a touch of elegance to your journey.

Vans and MPVs: For larger groups or families with extra luggage, multi-purpose vehicles like the Toyota Innova or Maruti Ertiga provide ample space and comfort.

4. Exploring Trivandrum with Your Rental Car

Once you’ve picked up your rental car, Trivandrum and its surrounding areas are yours to explore. Here are some must-visit attractions:

Sree Padmanabhaswamy Temple: Located in the heart of the city, this iconic temple is known for its stunning architecture and spiritual significance. Drive there at your convenience and experience one of the richest temples in the world.

Kovalam Beach: Just a short drive from the airport, Kovalam Beach is perfect for a day of relaxation by the sea. Enjoy the scenic coastline, take a dip in the waters, and savor local seafood.

Napier Museum and Zoo: Visit the Napier Museum to explore its impressive collection of historical artifacts and art. The nearby zoo is a great place to unwind, especially if you’re traveling with children.

Ponmudi Hills: For a refreshing retreat, drive to Ponmudi, a hill station offering breathtaking views, lush greenery, and a cooler climate. It’s an ideal spot for nature lovers and those seeking a peaceful escape from the city.

Varkala Cliff and Beach: A scenic drive will take you to Varkala, known for its dramatic cliffs and pristine beaches. It’s an excellent choice for a day trip or an overnight stay.

5. Tips for a Smooth Car Rental Experience

To ensure a hassle-free car rental experience at Trivandrum Airport, keep these tips in mind:

Keep Documents Handy: Always carry your driver’s license, rental agreement, and insurance documents in the car.

Know the Local Traffic Rules: Familiarize yourself with the local traffic rules and driving conditions in Kerala to ensure a safe journey.

Plan Your Routes: Use GPS or navigation apps to plan your routes and avoid traffic congestion, especially during peak hours.

Refuel Before Return: If your rental agreement requires you to return the car with a full tank, make sure to refuel before heading back to the airport.

Return on Time: Return the vehicle on time to avoid late fees. Allow some extra time for the return process, especially if you have a flight to catch.

6. Final Thoughts

Renting a car at Trivandrum Airport offers the perfect blend of convenience, flexibility, and comfort, allowing you to explore the city and its surroundings at your own pace. Whether you’re here for a short visit or an extended stay, having a rental car ensures you can make the most of your time in Trivandrum. With a variety of vehicles to choose from and the freedom to travel on your terms, your journey in Kerala’s charming capital will be both memorable and stress-free.

This blog post provides a detailed guide to renting a car at Trivandrum Airport, offering insights into the benefits, vehicle options, and tips for a smooth rental experience.