#neo necropolis

[majestyrising]

03:00.txt

Notes: Starkiller drowns her sorrows. Only content warning here is sex, drugs, and rock and roll. Usual Neo Necropolis stuff.

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It’s 3:00 in the morning. That’s what the display on Starkiller’s visor says anyway, when she lets her gaze drift to the left to acknowledge the readout. She’s been here for 5 hours, give or take.

Usually she’d be rocking out with Star Eater, her bestie and absolute favouritest boy in the entire universe, or throwing back colourful drinks with a stranger, but tonight she’s sitting on a stool overlooking the Neo Necropolis skyline and feeling sorry for herself.

She slipped away from the group about an hour ago. She can see in her mind’s eye how it went down after she left: Saint and Daiquiri probably wanted to go after her for more hot gossip but Seven told them to leave her alone, give her space.

Or maybe they thought her hot gossip was too sad to be interesting. If that’s the case she’s even more glad they’re not here. She definitely couldn’t handle Daiquiri’s well meaning pity or Saint’s straight up rudeness right now.

Anyway, the point is that she’s been using that space to wallow in her own misery and make her way down a big ‘ol bottle of coconut vodka.

A few people have come by to try to chat her up but all quickly lost interest. It’s no surprise that there’s someone else who hovers over her shoulder. She just waits for whatever corny or gross thing they’re going to slur out.

“I thought that was you,” says a voice that genuinely surprises her, “You got a seat going?”

✩

It’s Kingslayer who sits down next to her.

His iridescent bracers shimmer as he does so, the neon of his digitised palm tree tattoos flickering.

“Hey,” he says, “Real nice night out, right?”

She looks him up and down, ignoring the readouts from her visor since she’s not here to size him up. She’s just curious; he’s not here to party, that’s for sure.

He’s still wearing his usual high collared jacket and the guns (plural) on his belt are prominent.

“Yeah,” she says, without much inflection.

She tries to rouse herself, there’s no need to worry him, everything’s fine! But that’s harder than it looks to pull off. It’s a painful thing to try to remove the permanent scowl of sadness that’s now basically just what her face looks like.

“You here with Gat?” she asks, hoping to distract him from the pretty depressing state of the table they’re, littered with shot glasses and salted peanuts as it is.

Speaking of peanuts, she grabs a handful and shoves it into her mouth.

“Mhm,” he confirms, with a quirk of his lips, “He’s downstairs, wanted me to leave him for a bit. Guess I’m cramping his style.”

“I guess having the big scary bodyguard looming over you does hurt the prospects of getting dicked the fuck down,” she says, with a snort.

Kingslayer makes a face at that, shaking his head as he wrinkles his face as if he’s sucked on a lemon. He punctates that by slamming his hands down palm open on the table.

“God, do not say that ever again! I’ll pay you for your silence,” he groans, still shaking his head before he tilts it to the side and through his sour expression, adds, “He doesn’t do any of that whilst we’re on the clock.”

He points at the shot glasses, some of them full, and she nods. He grabs the closest one and drinks.

Woof, it’s strong. Good stuff, though. Makes sense, considering she doesn’t have to pay to drink here.

“Nah, just a surprisingly squeaky clean and flighty contact,” he explains.

At that her visor scrolls an incredulous ‘ヽ(°〇°)ﾉ’.

“In BLISS?” she asks, with a snort, “A squeaky clean dude who wants to buy guns, in the biggest club in the city?”

“I know, I know,” Kingslayer laughs, bumping her knee with his, “Insane, I know. But he was looking at me like he thought I’d kill him for looking at me funny!”

“You?” she says, grabbing another shot and throwing it back, pausing to choke on it before she adds, “You wouldn’t hurt a fly!”

He puts his hands on the bar stool to turn it in her direction.

“Oh, I mean, elite ex-exaltee force soldier who’s now a merc working for an arms company?” he chuckles, not unkindly, “I’m like the epitome of a dude doing the worst possible thing with his skillset. Can’t blame anyone for being skittish.”

“Well I still think you’re a pacifist on the inside,” Starkiller says, smacking her lips as the alcohol burns its way through her.

“It’s Neo Necropolis, no one is a pacifist,” he counters, amused by the very thought.

She just shrugs, so the two of them sit in amicable silence, listening to the ambience of the very drunk patrons around them and the clink of glasses.

✩

The amicable silence slowly turns tense, though.

“So,” he ventures, drawing the word out, “Elephant in the room.”

“Nope,” she says immediately, filling up another shot and throwing it back with gusto, “No elephants here, buddy.”

Her shoulders are tensed as she taps her foot against the bar stool, now staring dead ahead at the skyline instead of in his direction.

“Sorry SK,” he replies apologetically, “I gotta ask why you’re not cutting some absolutely insane shapes on the dancefloor like I hear you enjoy doing.”

She shakes her head without replying, pouring the entire line of shots once again with a surprisingly steady hand.

“I gotta know why you’re in, uh-”

He gestures at her entire deal, from the way she’s surrounded by the wreckage of a bender and crushed peanuts, to the shocking neon of her outfit seeming drab and sad.

“In this whole sitch,” he says, with a frown.

She groans, looking up at the sky despairingly. Maybe she’s hoping the Stormcatcher will strike her with a bolt before Kingslayer can continue his line of questioning.

“Look,” she says, “I don’t wanna talk about it. I’m really happy to see you, but don’t push it, okay?”

He lets out a quiet sigh as she takes another shot. She sure can hold her liquor, he notes, considering she’s still understandable despite most of her blood being straight up lighter fluid at this point, he assumes.

“No can do cap’n,” he presses on with a solemn nod, “What’s up?”

“It’s nothing,” she protests, her tone annoyed, “Drop it already, King.”

For a moment he does, and the two of them sit in further awkward silence.

✩

Until it’s too much, anyway.

“I’m not gunna drop it-”

“For fuck’s sake!” she yells.

It gets the attention of the people around them as she pants angrily. Kingslayer holds up his hands and waves for everyone to carry on, which they do.

“Okay, okay, fine, fine fine fine! It’s about Star Eater, okay?!” she hisses, leaning up into his personal space with the energy of a feral cat.

She grabs another shot and downs it, savouring the burn as more of her inhibitions flit away, the misery still there but fought by the simmer in her stomach.

“Uh huh,” Kingslayer says slowly, nodding as he does and she sits back down where she was, “Yeah, okay, cool.”

His throat bobs as he swallows, knowing damn well he’s just pouring salt into this very obvious wound.

“What about him?” he asks tentatively.

Her chest heaves in a mighty sigh as the alcohol swirls around her brain, both making things better and a lot worse.

“You know,” she slurs out, after a couple of moments of trying to fight the words in her brain into making sense.

Kingslayer rests his chin on his fist, clucking his tongue.

“Mm, guessing game, okay,” he says, “I know that you guys are super tight, like twisted up in a pretzel tight.”

She hums in agreement. Her visor scrolls a ‘o(>ω<)o’ in addition, as if he needed further clarification.

So they didn’t have a fight. Which is good!

“I saw he was with Zion,” he adds, thoughtfully, “They’re getting close, I guess?”

He couldn’t see much, except that Star Eater and Zion were in a booth together seemingly having a very private conversation.

She fills up another shot glass without looking at him.

“Uh huh,” he notes, brow furrowing, “Okay, then…”

He trails off, squinting at her face- what of it is exposed, anyway- as her expression twists and her visor reads a ‘(⇀‸↼‶)’.

What else could it be? She’s not an argumentative person, and Zion is a dick but he didn’t seem to be acting cruelly to Star Eater in the moment-

“Oh,” he says, “Wait. You.”

Oh dear.

✩

He rubs the back of his neck, the unfortunate reality of the situation now settling in his mind. 

“You have feelings for him,” he says slowly, at which she viciously knocks back her next shot.

They’re tight as they come, soul mates for sure, perfect for each other. There’s just one problem.

Star Eater is about as gay as they come.

Oh, and since they’re inseparable, Starkiller will never have the space to get over her feelings.

“How long?” he asks, watching as the lights reflect off the shot glasses.

“Doesn’t matter,” she mumbles, though her teeth catch her bottom lip.

“I mean, I feel like it does,” he begins, but her head snaps up as she shoots him a nasty glare from behind the visor. He can feel it, making the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

She throws her hands up in the air in frustration, coming dangerously close to slamming her visor into the table before she leans almost all the way back on the bar stool.

“What do you want me to say?” she yells before her shoulders slump in defeat, hand snaking out to grab another glass and throw the rest of it back.

She lets out a deep, deep sigh that seems to come from the seat of his soul.

“What, hey, I know it’s not my fuckin’ biz but when I see you with other guys I feel like I want to eat glass,” she rants, visor glowing as she does, “And now you’re going through so much because of Zion and it makes me feel like my heart’s being turned inside out?”

She licks her lips, eyeballing the empty shot glass and dragging the next one closer as Kingslayer shifts his weight from left to right, his lips a thin, concerned line.

“That I don’t know if there’s a combination of drugs that’ll numb the way I feel anymore?” she continues, her anger and sadness simmering in her voice, “That if he asked me for the moon because it’d make a sick disco ball I’d grab handholds of stars to get the damn thing myself?”

Kingslayer hums softly, leaning his elbows on the table.

“I don’t know,” he says, lightly, “I feel like that kind of spontaneous declaration of love would get you a penthouse invite straight to my heart.”

He pauses for a moment, turning it around in his head.

“If I was Star Eater,” he clarifies, “And you weren’t my sister.”

Her visor scrolls ‘(μ_μ)’, which he acknowledges with a snort. His attempts at humour haven’t hit home just yet, it seems, but he’ll keep trying.

✩

They sit in silence as Starkiller dejectedly runs a finger along the rim of her shot glass.

“Did… this help?” Kingslayer ventures quietly, “You look like you feel worse.”

She shrugs at that, entire body limp and radiating fatalistic self loathing so strong it’s coming off her in waves.

“I don’t know,” she says, simply.

Kingslayer cringes at that, pouring himself a small shot and throwing it back. It burns in the back of his throat pleasantly, unlike the measure of guilt he feels about poking this topic.

“Sorry,” he says lamely.

“Nah,” she slurs, before throwing back the shot and shaking her head as she does so. If it’s because she’s trying to make him feel better or because the alcohol is catching up to her, he can’t say.

She sways slightly on the bar stool, the neon lights of the signs plastered on the buildings nearby reflecting in her visor.

Maybe it is catching up to her.

“It was nice to talk to you about it,” she says, rolling her head to the side to look at him with a placid if sad look, “We should talk more.”

He smiles, putting a friendly hand on her shoulder and giving it a soft squeeze.

“Agreed,” he says, before lifting both hands in an open shrug, “I guess we’re both still realising that’s an option, eh?”

She snorts in amusement, continuing to sway in a rhythm of her own choosing.

“Right?” she chuckles, lips curling into a smile, “Prank of the century to pull that shit on your own kids.”

Kingslayer pounds a closed fist to his chest and juts his chin up, taking a deep breath.

“Oh, if only I could go back in time to those bullies who beat me up for being an only child,” he proclaims, “I could show them- nay nay, school-hood cretins, I have a kickass older sister who I didn’t even know existed!”

He looks at her with a sharp grin, mods in his eyes shining in the moonlight.

“And then you’d come in and they’d all go ‘ooooo’, and you’d kick their asses, or something,” he says, his tail flicking.

“Sick,” she says with a faux-sage nod, “I genuinely can’t tell if you’re joking about the bullies, though.”

His grin widens and widens.

“I’ll never tell,” he says, sticking his tongue between his teeth, “I’ll take it to my grave, in fact. Then you’ll have to come dig me up and jack into my corpse to read my mind in cyberspace, and you’ll be like, son of a bitch, he was telling the truth!”

He pours himself another shot and takes it quickly.

“Or, you’ll be like, awh hell no, he was lying, I dug up his rotting corpse for a stupid joke and now I’m booboo the fool.”

She smiles at that. They smile at each other.

He’s glad that his stupid jokes can at least make her smile. They’re certainly not as close as either of them would like to be, but they’re getting there.

✩

After a while she looks past him and nods forward, towards the bar.

“Your boss is here,” she says, giving him a slight kick in the shin.

Kingslayer looks over his shoulder to see Gat at the bar.

He doesn’t actually stick out, because he’s wearing the clothes Coyote gave him, but the way he stands with such delicate professionalism still gives him away even at a distance.

Hopefully it only gives him away to Kingslayer, though. Would really suck if anyone else clocked who he is.

“Ah,” he says, “Guess I better go do my job so I don’t get fired. Or get Gat killed.”

“Yeah,” she mumbles, taking the bottle and pouring herself another round of shots.

He doesn’t love that, but he’s in no position to chasiste or stop her. He’s pretty damn sure he’d do the same thing in her shoes.

Hopefully he did some good, at least.

“Take care, sis,” he says, holding out a fist prime for bumping.

She stares at him for a moment before she raises her own and they share an excellent sibling fist bump.

He turns around to leave but pauses as she brings the shot glass to her lips and downs it.

“Just so you know,” he says, as casually as he can, “You’ll find someone who’ll pull down the moon for you too. You’re just way too cool not to.”

She turns her head in acknowledgement. He can see the ghost of a sad smile on her lips.

“Thanks,” she says, quietly. It’s almost lost in the noise of the crowd that’s forming.

✩

She watches him make his way through the noisy mess of inebriated patrons back to his employer, who greets him with a smile and a pleasant nod.

Alone with her thoughts yet again, she regards the horizon through the blurred lens of Stormcatcher knows just how many shots.

It’s gorgeous, isn’t it? Nothing but buildings for miles, dreamy neon and plumes of pollution floating into the night sky.

Right now she wishes she could turn her body into neon and float across the city, leave behind all these stupid pointless feelings that have refused to leave her no matter how obvious it’s become that they are, in fact, stupid and pointless.

But she can’t do that. She downs all the shots in order to grab the bottle and fill up another row. Enough of them and either she’ll do something to distract herself, or she’ll pass out and both are functionally the same thing. No more thinking.

No more thinking.

[agreaterworld]

some memes from me and @doujicat‘s writing-verse-world-whatchacallit

[milkyfederation]

- Uuuh yeah... Give me one ticket for the new Lion King Remake Musi- ABSOLUTELY NOT! You know it'll be my turn before the movie's over. - Coome on! My treat. - No way, you know I hate musicals, watch it when it's your turn again. - Hey guys keep it down, we're in public, you're embarrassing us.

The Martian city state of Neocropolis is dead set on fighting, well, death. One of the solutions they have come up with is transferring your consciousness into a mechanical body.

That is, of course, expensive, so some people decide to share the cost, putting more than one consciousness in a single body. That makes Neocropolis the city with the highest number of people per capita in the human sector.

Ever since its creation, the Martian city-state specializes in scientific research to avoid death. Its founder is still alive (as just a head in a jar) after a couple of centuries.

Neocropolitans are modified to have purple skin with stripes, and a lengthy life (although that tends to be cut short for the everyman due to economic disparity).

Despite being a small one, it is one of the most powerful Martian cities thanks to its alliances. No rich or powerful person dares antagonize their source of "eternal life", which gives the city carte blanche to do all sorts of experiments.

The Raging Machines' guitarist, K, was a neocropolitan who's consciousness was put on a machine post mortem without her consent so that she'd keep working.

Neocropolis' name is a play on words with neo (new) and necropolis (cemetary), the city that gives a new definition to death. Etymologically there's nothing else funny here, carry on.

[docpiplup]

Propaganda

1. La Orden de Toledo: Paseos imaginarios en tiempos de vanguardia (The Order of Toledo: Imaginary walks in avant-garde times)

Author: Pantoja Rivero, Juan Carlos

Editorial: Covarrubias Ediciones

Edition: 2019

Synopsis: The Order of Toledo was, above all, an avant-garde fantasy of the brilliant film director Luis Buñuel, who knew how to infect his friends from the Generation of '27 to the Spanish intellectuality of the first third of the 20th century. Together, they dedicated themselves to living Toledo as if it were the great stage of a surrealist montage, in an artistic (or anti-artistic and irational) contrast with the monumentality and historical past of the old dead city.

(Well, in my blog I have been making posts about The Order of Toledo and the book is a valuable source)

2. Toledo: La ciudad de los muertos (Toledo: The city of the dead)

Author: Leblic García, Ventura Editorial: Covarrubias Ediciones Edition: 2013

Synopsis: Toledo. A large historical necropolis where Carpetans, Romans, Visigoths, Muslims, Jews and Christians rest...their rites around death, beliefs, customs, evolution of the cemetery spaces...

(I have posted the scans of the first pages of this books and I'm planning to keep on posting them but I wanted to know if you want scans from another book)

3. De Mayrit a Madrid: Madrid y los árabes del siglo IX al siglo XXI (From Mayrit to Madrid: Madrid and the Arabs from the 9th century to the 21st century) Editors: Madrid. Casa Árabe e Instituto Internacional de Estudios Árabes y del Mundo Musulmán ; Barcelona ; Madrid: Lunwerg Edition: 2011

Synopsis: This work deals with the Arab-Islamic past (Andalusian, Mudejar and Moorish) of Madrid and its forgotten heritage since it is the only European capital whose origins and name are linked to Arabic.

Revisiting that past and making it known is the objective of this work, which wants to rescue knowledge of a relationship between Madrid and the Arabs that does not end in the Middle Ages, since the town and court maintained various links with what was over time. Arab through diplomatic delegations, Arab figures welcomed by the city, valuable collections of manuscripts and numismatics, a romantic architectural taste that seeded the city with unique neo-Islamic buildings or Hispano-Arab scientific and cultural institutions. And, finally, the cosmopolitan and intercultural reconversion of the city has made it the recipient of a new Arab and Muslim immigration that once again gives human visibility to this relationship between Madrid and the Arab.

4. La Judería de Toledo (The Jewish Quarter of Toledo)

Author: Passini, Jean

Editorial: Ediciones del Sofer

Edition: 2014

Synopsis: The work reveals the vestiges of the areas of medieval Toledo Jewry and its history. It collects a topographical reading of its evolution and offers the main elements through maps, plans and high-quality color photographs.

5. Casas y casas principales urbanas : el espacio doméstico de Toledo a fines de la Edad Media (Houses and main urban houses: the domestic space of Toledo at the end of the Middle Ages)

Author: Passini, Jean. Editor: Toledo. Universidad de Castilla-La Mancha

Edition: 2004

Synopsis: This work is an extension of previous research on different districts, and seeks, for the city as a whole, to “understand the genesis of medieval urban space, to follow its transformations and successive reappropriations” , mainly with the aim of understanding, for one of the ancient provincial capitals of al-Andalus, the modalities of the transition from the Muslim city of the end of the eleventh century (time of its occupation by the Christians) to the Castilian city of the end of the Middle Ages. The main documentary basis of the work is a very important and very detailed inventory of the real estate of the Cathedral Chapter, an inventory carried out in 1491-1492, which covers a considerable heritage of 557 various buildings located in 64 sites or districts. The identification and location of houses, shops, mesones or fondouks and other urban buildings, often difficult on the current plot, has however resulted in the careful study of more than half of these old buildings. The systematic comparison of the text from the end of the Middle Ages with the remains still visible above ground or underground (and this very meticulous and patient work in the cellars of current Toledan houses is one of the great originalities of the research of Jean Passini) gave the results which are presented in this latest publication.

6. España medieval : el origen de las ciudades (Medieval Spain: the origin of the cities)

Authors: Novoa Portela, Feliciano; Villalba Ruiz de Toledo, F. Javier Editors: Barcelona ; Madrid : Lunwerg, D.L.

Edition: 2012

Synopsis: A fascinating essay that will teach us to look at and understand our cities better. In the pages of this essay we will analyze the Roman origins, the Islamic, Christian and European influences to discover the cultural melting pot that marks the Spanish urban legacy, without forgetting some disappeared cities that tell us their history through archaeological remains.

7. Valle-Inclán y el insólito caso del hombre con rayos x en los ojos (Valle-Inclán and the unusual case of the man with x-rays in his eyes)

Editors: Madrid. La Felguera

Edition: 2014 Synopsis: In 1923, a piece of news sparked great controversy among intellectuals, journalists and scientists. Joaquín Argamasilla, a young descendant of a family of aristocrats, claimed to have x-ray vision that allowed him to see through opaque bodies. The controversy, which divided half the country between defenders and detractors of the strange case, reached the highest circles. In April, at the initiative of Queen María Cristina, a commission was established to study the case, chaired by Ramón y Cajal. Valle-Inclán came to Argamasilla's defense and the great Harry Houdini challenged him to a public demonstration in New York.

(Joaquín Argamasilla, Harry Houdini, Valle-Inclán, Ramón y Cajal... yep, we're thinking the same, episode 2xO6, Tiempo de Magia, from El Ministerio del Tiempo, if anyone wants to learn more about this topic this book is good)

8. Guía mágica de Toledo y su provincia (Magical guide to Toledo and its province) Authors: Rodríguez Bausá, Luis; Álvarez de Toledo, Javier Mateo Editorial: Ediciones Covarrubias

Edition: 2010

Synopsis: Saramago wrote that traveling should be a matter of another matter, staying more and walking less; and a little later he added that it is not good to stay for only a quarter of an hour next to a construction that is seven hundred years old. The authors agree with such appropriate phrases, and that is why they have written this route, this uneven guide, this compilation of events, in short, so that the traveler stops in a multitude of towns that only sounded like transit and never like stop and inn. Because the truth is that the city of Toledo and its province discreetly hide a large number of enclaves that deserve to be savored by the five senses, and in which one must rest until the memory is macerated. This is what this work talks about: caves, sacred mountains, magical wells, rainy images, enchanted fountains or thunderous miracles... but, above all, towns, cities and regions; yes, with order and a taste of dissidence and heterodoxy.

Also included is what the authors have called "Beginner's Guide", a brief but rigorous approach to the magical phenomenon, something like an index so that whoever wants it, has the basic premises to get started in the world of research on these issues.

9. AL-ANDALUS. Ocho siglos de civilización musulmana que marcaron la historia y la cultura de España (AL ANDALUS. Eight centuries of Muslim civilization that marked the history and culture of Spain) Author: Masiá, Concha Editorial: ALBA Edition: 2006

Synopsis: "In the year 711, the Muslims arrived in the Iberian Peninsula. They called the vast territory where they settled for 800 years, from Tarifa to the Pyrenees, from the Levant to Portugal, al-Andalus. With their lights and shadows, these eight centuries of Muslim civilization, configuring many aspects of our personality as a people and as a culture, to which we Spaniards of the 21st century are still indebted"

This book and the following two books are like a triology about Al Andalus. This first one collects information about the different periods, states, events and some of its rulers throughout the history of Al Andalus.

10. AL-ANDALUS. Personajes históricos (AL ANDALUS. Historical figures) Author: Masiá, Concha Editorial: Albor Libros, Madrid Edition: 2011

Synopsis: "A general vision of al-Andalus, from the 8th century to the 17th century, through its most prominent characters and also through less known, although no less important, people. Both of them reveal the splendor and glory of the imperishable Andalusian legacy"

This book gathers information about divers people from different states and periods throughout the history of Al Andalus: emirs, caliphs, politicians, religious leaders, warriors, scholars, artists, philosophers, poets...

11. AL-ANDALUS. 800 años de lucha (AL ANDALUS. 800 years of struggle)

Author: Masiá, Concha Editorial: Albor Libros, Madrid Edition: 2011

Synopsis: "In the year 711, the Muslims arrived in the Iberian Peninsula. They called the vast territory where they settled for 800 years, from Tarifa to the Pyrenees, from the Levant to Portugal, al-Andalus. With their lights and shadows, these eight centuries of Muslim civilization, configuring many aspects of our personality as a people and as a culture, to which we Spaniards of the 21st century are still indebted"

This book offers a view on the warfare, battles and military campaigns from different periods and states throughout the history of Al Andalus.

12. 20 grandes obras de 20 autores andalusíes (20 great works by 20 Andalusian authors)

Author: Lirola Delgado, Jorge

Editorial: FUNDACIÓN IBN TUFAYL DE ESTUDIOS ARABES

Edition: 2014

Synopsis: Selection of 20 Andalusian authors and 20 works from the different periods of al-Andalus. The book offers a biography of each author and a detailed description of the work.

[greaterarts]

OC-tober day 5: relationships!

I think I have around 70+ full on ship-relationships in my writing so this was going to be interesting. Ended up going with my boy Yefemi (right) and @tacticalcodpiece's Azizi (left) because I love drawing them together! Posted both my sketch version and the cleaner version cus I don't know which I like more.

Their relationship is really complicated. They do genuinely love each other, to an unhealthy degree. They are also both very volatile people. Yefemi is a super jealous person and Azizi is a very famous sex worker. So you can imagine how well that goes.

Their relationship is further complicated by Azizi's ex, Chaka, who happens to be Neo Necropolis' south side's kingpin, a man whom Yefemi is very paranoid Azizi will leave him to return to. On top of that a fellow Syndicate member by the name of Trevelyan who is also in love with Azizi- who Azizi doesn't rebuff in the same way he does with others who claim to love him. Yes, Yefemi has attacked Trevelyan on many occasions.

They often go from screaming matches with chairs being thrown to sloppy making out on the bar within the space of ten minutes. Never a dull moment though!

[manfrommars2049]

Neo-Necropolis, by me via Cyberpunk

[metalshockfinland]

Polish ARKONA Announce New Album "Stella Pandora" + Release First Song 'Necropolis'

In follow-up to 2019’s acclaimed “Age of Capricorn”, ARKONA are proud to present their eighth album, “Stella Pandora”. The record showcases the Polish Black Metal pioneers at their most focused, intense, and melodically vigorous. Powered by a watertight rhythm-section, the band create sweeping and elegiac arrangements of neo-classical, folk-infused vehemence. Windswept and elemental leads,…

[nullarysources]

Moroccan archaeologists unearth new ruins at Chellah, a tourism-friendly ancient port near Rabat

Sam Metz for the AP:

Archaeologists have unearthed more ancient ruins of what they believe was once a bustling port city near the capital of modern-day Morocco, digging out thermal baths and working class neighborhoods that the country hopes will lure tourists and scholars in the years ahead.

On Friday, researchers from Morocco's National Institute of Archaeological Sciences and Heritage presented new discoveries made this year at Chellah — a 1.2-square-mile (3.15-square-kilometer) UNESCO World Heritage Site with a footprint almost five times the size of Pompeii.

Scholars believe the area was first settled by the Phoenicians and emerged as a key Roman empire outpost from the second to fifth century. The fortified necropolis and surrounding settlements were built near the Atlantic Ocean along the banks of the Bou Regreg river. Findings have included bricks inscribed in neo-Punic, a language that predates the Romans' arrival in Morocco.

Neat

[dougrobyngoold]

Another Glorious Day! - Glasgow, Scotland

Today we visited the city center and east side of Glasgow. Started out with a stroll along the path (National Cycle Route 75) on River Clyde, passing by the Clyde Arc (pictured above) and then the Squiggly Bridge (pictured below).

We walked away from the river and toward George Square. There were a lot of cool buildings along the way:

Metropolitan Cathedral of St. Andrew

The old railway station on St. Enoch Square.

The Lighthouse - an historic building that houses Scotland's Centre for Design and Architecture.

We arrived at George Square just in time to be attacked by a flock of pigeons - it was quite terrifying for the pigeons and for us!! We survived and ventured onto the square to take a few photos.

George Square (named after King George III) - the small statue with the white base is of Robert Burns, the 80' high statue on the left side of the photo is of Sir Walter Scott. There are eleven statues on George Square, luckily, I did not manage to get pictures of all of them!

Glasgow City Chambers with the Glasgow War Memorial in front of the building entrance.

GLASGOW CATHEDRAL

Founded in the 1200s, it is the only medieval church on the Scottish mainland to have survived the Reformation virtually intact. St. Mungo, the patrol saint of Glasgow, was buried on this site in 612 AD. The inside of the cathedral is massive and stunningly beautiful, definitely worth a visit when you are in Glasgow!

On the hillside behind the cathedral is the sprawling Glasgow Necropolis. We walked along the base of it, but decided not to climb up to the top of the hill. If you are into graveyards, this is one you will want to check out.

This memorial is at the base of the Glasgow Necropolis, as you cross from Glasgow Cathedral on the Bridge of Sighs.

Looking up at Glasgow Necropolis from the base of the hill.

Memorial to Sir Walter Wallace - you might know of him if you are a "Braveheart" fan. He is Scotland's most famous warrior.

Our next destination was the People's Palace, so we continued our journey through the streets of Glasgow. So much to take in!

Barony Hall, formerly Barony Church, built in 1799, it is built in the red sandstone Victorian neo-Gothic style. It is now part of the University of Strathclyde.

I loved everything about this photo - the sky, the curve of the buildings, and the mural - so beautiful!

Glasgow Tolbooth, built in 1634, it was originally the meeting place of the Royal Burgh of Glasgow. The main structure was demolished in 1921, leaving only the steeple standing.

PEOPLE'S PALACE

The People's Palace opened in 1898, it is located on Glasgow Green and houses a social history museum.

Doulton Fountain, located in front of the People's Palace, is the largest terracotta fountain in the world. It was built in 1887 to commemorate the Golden Jubilee of Queen Victoria.

Here are a few of the interesting things we saw at the museum:

The city of Glasgow went through some tough times with regards to housing and health-related issues. This museum was a great place to go to learn a bit about the people of Glasgow and it was free.

This ornate building was visible from the People's Palace, so we went over to check it out - we think that it was originally a Persian rug factory. Nowadays it houses several different businesses, one of which is WEST Brewery.....you know we had to check that out!

After our tasting it was time to head home, so we crossed Glasgow Green, a massive public park:

Went through McLennan's Arch:

Then found our way back to the path along River Clyde, going under the historic railway bridge:

Luckily, we arrived at our Airbnb just before storm clouds decided to open up and POUR! Time to put up our feet and enjoy an adult beverage.

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The Female Architect Behind Buenos Aires's Underground Necropolis During a recent spring afternoon in Buenos Aires, some 70 people crowded into a narrow, subterranean corridor straining to hear an actor in a blue dress. “This place doesn’t exist in the annals of Argentinian architecture,” the actor informed them in Spanish, motioning to two columbariums stacked 14 niches tall. “And the architect’s signature isn’t hidden in any of this monument’s walls.” The group was gathered in the Sixth Pantheon, a two-level labyrinth of crypts, tunnels, and sunken gardens tucked within the city’s largest cemetery. In 2019, a local drama company, the Mutant Woman, began staging immersive theater performances in this underground city of the dead. By the end of 2022, A More Realistic Work Than That of the World had become one of the hottest tickets in town, selling out within minutes. In the production, fictional cemetery workers guide attendees through the Pantheon’s nine interlinked galleries and 40,000 vaults. Along the way, audiences meet Ítala Fulvia Villa, the female architect behind the midcentury marvel, whose name and contributions were nearly forgotten—until now. For years, this striking work of modernist architecture was either overlooked entirely or attributed to Clorindo Testa. The famed brutalist did indeed contribute to the Great Pantheon, as it’s also called, but the actor dressed as Villa wanted to make one thing clear—“Here, he worked for her. She was his boss.” The Pantheon is hidden in the very center of Chacarita Cemetery, which covers some 230 acres (about a third the size of Central Park in New York City) in one of the city's hippest neighborhoods. Chacarita opened in 1871 partly because its predecessor, Recoleta Cemetery, refused to take yellow fever victims. As with Recoleta, Chacarita is laid out along boulevards lined with Art Deco, Art Nouveau, and neo-gothic mausoleums housing everyone from ex-presidents to tango legends. But walk past the ornate memorials and the cemetery opens onto a vast swathe of grass. Many tour guides simply cross this lawn not bothering to tell people about the subterranean mausoleum that lies beneath. French architect Léa Namer, who has raised awareness of the Sixth Pantheon with a website, a series of exhibits, and a forthcoming book, first came across the building in 2013. “I had this feeling of being in mythology, like Orpheus going down into the underworld,” she says of descending one of its colossal stairways. “It was like discovering a large, forgotten city.” The Pantheon was an attempt to accommodate an unprecedented number of dead after rural migrants and European immigrants flocked to booming Buenos Aires during the early 20th century. With space for some 23,200 coffins and 17,000 urns, the Pantheon was designed to meet the demand. And yet, the first time Namer noticed sunlight from internal courtyards filtering through concrete latticework, she saw the hand of someone who “tried to do his or her best to make the people visiting their dead, their relatives, feel good.” Namer’s Argentinian friends and colleagues could tell her little about the Pantheon or its origin. Even in 2018, an article in La Nación, one of Argentina's two primary newspapers, focused on Testa’s contributions—the exact extent of which are unclear, though it’s widely agreed he was responsible for designing the concrete screens with geometric cutouts and matching sculpture of a cross near the entrances. But the La Nación article never once named the project’s lead. A 379-page history of Chacarita cemetery, Angels of Buenos Aires, barely mentions the Sixth Pantheon, focusing instead on a series of smaller subterranean pantheons near the cemetery’s entrance. As Namer embarked on her own painstaking research, she unearthed a 1961 issue of Nuestra Arquitectura that featured the newly built Pantheon. It said the creators “sought to eliminate the sensation of a catacomb.” It described electric coffin elevators—still used today—and a state-of-the-art deodorizing system. It also listed those involved in the project, including Testa, who was then in his 20s, and, hidden in the magazine’s table of contents, the project’s planner and director: Ítala Fulvia Villa. “For me, it was a shock,” Namer said of discovering that the lead architect was a woman, “because when I was downstairs in the Sexto Panteon I felt something I never felt before while visiting a building. Now, almost 10 years later, I think I can say I almost fell in love with the building.” Among the few surviving documents pertaining to Ítala Fulvia Villa are letters from Argentina's Central Society of Architects, such as one offering condolences on the death of her father Celestino Villa, an Italian engineer who came to Argentina during the great European immigration wave. Some of them address Ítala, who never married or had children, as Señorita Arquitecto. The use of the masculine form of the word shows just how few arquitectas existed in Argentina at the time, and has inspired the creators of A More Realistic Work to make a docufiction film that borrows "Señorita Arquitecto" for its title. Villa was only the sixth woman to enter the University of Buenos Aires's architecture school. After graduating in 1935, she went on to become the sole woman among the 12 members of the Austral Group, a collective that included the designers of the famed butterfly chair. In 1937, Villa was one of the group members who helped their modernist muse, Le Corbusier, flesh out his master plan for Buenos Aires. Though the plan was never officially adopted, their vision of a waterfront “business city” eventually materialized in the form of Puerto Madero, a waterfront neighborhood in the city's central business district. Villa would go on to dedicate her career almost exclusively to urbanism, at one point creating a much-lauded, though never realized, plan to modernize the isolated and underserved Bajo Flores neighborhood in Buenos Aires. In the 1950s, while working in the city’s Directorate General of Architecture and Urbanism, she oversaw the building of several underground pantheons in Flores and Chacarita cemetery, including the Sixth Pantheon. Very little has been written about Villa’s intentions behind the Sixth Pantheon, according to Argentinian researcher and architect Inés Moisset, who featured Villa on her site “Un Dia | Una Arquitecta.” But Moisset sees much in common with urban, modernist interests—namely the idea of minimalist apartments and collective housing (in this case, in the form of crypts), the importance of circulation, experimentation with materials like reinforced concrete, and the idea of freeing up space for recreation. “I think we can deduce that the same ideas that [modernists] used for the cities of the living, she used for the cities of the dead,” Moisset said. The Pantheon was the city’s “it” resting place when it first opened, and yet it wasn’t included in Francisco Bullrich’s seminal 1963 survey Contemporary Argentinian Architecture, a slight that Moisset believes must have been intentional. “On the one hand female architects are always less recognized, but on the other hand I suspect that there was something personal between Bullrich and her,” she says. Like so much surrounding Villa, this is speculation. Even the exact date of her death in 1991 is unknown. Whatever the cause of Bullrich’s omission, Moisset believes it doomed the Pantheon to decades of obscurity. To remedy this, Moisset, alongside Namer and others, launched a petition calling for Buenos Aires to recognize the Pantheon as “one of the most significant examples of modernist architecture and landscaping, both locally and internationally.” The petition won the support of city legislator María Cecilia Ferrero, and the Pantheon is expected to receive final approval as a cultural landmark sometime in 2023. Advocates hope the designation will help win funds to restore the complex. Until now, much of the Sixth Pantheon’s upkeep has fallen on freelance caretakers hired by family members of the deceased. During the 50 years he has worked in the cemetery, 75-year-old Coco Alvarez, who tends to the Pantheon’s oldest gallery, has gone from cleaning and maintaining about 500 crypts to just 80 or so. These days, he says, few from the younger generations visit the Pantheon as relatives of those interred also begin to die off. This, at least in part, has caused the Pantheon to become “very neglected,” Alvarez says. He believes the city’s efforts to maintain it are just for show. “They come, they look, they take photos, but they never do anything,” he says. “I put in the lightbulbs, the trash cans, the ladders so people can climb up—the city doesn’t give me anything.” A More Realistic Work is currently on break, but the Mutant Woman theater company aims to remount the show in Chacarita soon. Those who attend are likely to see pigeons roosting inside gaping holes in the ceilings, crypt covers that have had their bronze numerals and crucifixes stolen, and covers that have gone missing entirely, revealing the coffins and urns inside. News reports describe “total abandonment” and urban explorers upload videos of their “terrifying” visits. The show’s carefully choreographed trajectory doesn’t shy away from the Pantheon’s more unsightly areas. “Even though it’s sad, it’s also beautiful in a very weird way," says co-creator of the production Victoria Roland. “If we’re talking about preservation and cultural patrimony, of course, this place should be much better taken care of,” she continues. “But for the play, which is an act of contemplation and an aesthetic event, you don’t judge these things. You just try to see what all these mixed sensations make you feel about death.” Roland believes the play has helped raise awareness of the Pantheon, and she and director Juan Coulasso have worked closely with its advocates. Among other things, they helped Namer install a ceramic plaque crediting Villa as the Pantheon’s architect and another plaque on Villa’s family mausoleum, located in the older part of the cemetery. Both have since been bleached by the sun, but Namer—true to her name—plans to replace them when she returns to Buenos Aires. Roland can no longer recall the plaque’s exact location, bringing to mind a line from the play. “It’s just like that,” an actor told the audience. “Once you go down, you get lost. It doesn’t matter where you walk or which corridor you choose, you always get lost. I think that’s what she wanted.” https://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/chacarita-cemetery-female-architect-villa-pantheon

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Gene update for Riff Raff (real name Jager), my g1 spec ops turned conspiracy theorist and man on the run (it’s a long story). He absolutely deserves it. <3

Pharaoh was the perfect fit for him and his accent imo. I especially love that you can see the cool effect the accent has on his wing joint now. :>

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Can you give some background on thekroel region/ is it just smt that exists in your imagination or are you working into a rom hack/smt else entirely? I love the designs and I'd be so curious to see more

I do plan to eventually make something with it, either a game or at least a comic or stories, but right now I'm just working on the Pokémon. But I do have some basic info

General Kroel information so Far

The Kroel Region is a vast continental mass big enough to hold multiple regions, but there are only two main ones at the time the story unfolds.

Kroel is a very old region, due to long history and size many civilizations and cultures have developed on it, it is known for its many traditions and legends, but in recent years there has been a great economic and technological development just in the heart of the continent, a large group of cities have united into forming a small country of their own, named Neo-Kroel, which aim to steer the old continent into the future.

This is the main reason for your character to come to Neo-Kroel, you are a trainer and you family has just moved in due to you parent having a new job, and you will begin your pokemon journey as well, as soon as you get your starter you are set to beat the eight gym leaders of Neo-Kroel, this eight gyms are relatively new ones, the leaders are young and in some cases not very experienced, your gym battles with them will help you both grow as trainers, of course they will be harder as you go on until you collect the eight badges. In this part of the region you will find the spatial center on Blackfall city, the laboratories where you can revive your fossils as well as lots of labs and malls, it is a very modern region.

When you are done collecting you 8 badges you will be told that now you are ready to face a greater challenge, you are ready to take on Old Country

Old Country is the name given to the rest of the continent, it almost doubles the size of Neo-Kroel, it has many ecosystems and climates and its more traditional, with many cities and gyms reflecting different cultures. The gym leaders on Old Country are older and more experienced than the leaders in Neo-Kroel and are harder to take.

In order to travel from Neo-Kroel to Old Country you must cross a large desert known as the Eternal Sea, a large sea of dunes, you will follow a straight path as you are advised not to wander east or west, as you are not ready to visit either place until you have beaten all the gyms in Old Country. this places are The Garden of Marble to the east, a large valley full of ancient ruins, many full of ancient pokemon, and the Great Necropolis to the west, a Large tower like structure that goes both up above the ground and deep down below, many legendaries rest in this two places and will awaken once you have been able to enter this places.

Once you have beaten the 16 gyms of both Neo-Kroel and Old Country you will be able to face the Elite Four of the region, which are not in the region but in one of many Islands to the east of the Mainland.

This region has its own criminal team as in other regions, Team Phobia (I kept the P) wich wants to rule over Kroel through fear, the team uses scary pokemons and its themed after old movie monsters, its boss is still based on a vampire. You will face them across both regions and will have to thwart their plans twice with two different legendaries.

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Ancient Iranian sword unearthed in Russia

Archaeological news of great significance:An ornate Iranian sword has recently been recovered during an excavation survey in the Black Sea Region,in the present-day Krasnodar Krai of Russia. Tehrantimes.com give us the whole image in details.https://www.tehrantimes.com/news/477732/Ancient-Iranian-sword-unearthed-in-Russia

Dating back to the 4th to the 6th century CE, the sword, along with several relics, have been unearthed from a warrior burial, who was an inhabitant of the Taman Peninsula, Heritage Daily reported on Saturday.

The sword suggests a political and cultural connection with the Sassanian or Neo-Persian Empire from modern Iran and Iraq, likely given as a diplomatic gift or taken as a military trophy, the report added.

Also, the archaeological project yielded pieces of a harness, buckles, and belt tips, as well as high-status items such as glass jugs, wooden and metal utensils, and wooden boxes with decayed cloths.

There is no doubt that the cited warrior was a representative of the elite of Phanagoria and was a bearer of the military aristocratic culture of the Bosporan Kingdom in the Migration Period, said one of the members of the project.

The ancient city of Phanagoria was a Greek colony, first founded in the Taman peninsula by Teian colonists in the 6th century BC after a conflict with the Persian king Cyrus the Great. The city grew into a major trading center that, along with the associated necropolis, covers an area of over 2223 acres.

Image below:King Cyrus the Great. Source:https://heritage-history.com/index.php?c=resources&s=char-dir&f=cyrus1

In many ways, Iran under Sassanian rule witnessed tremendous achievements of Persian civilization. Experts say that the art and architecture of the nation experienced a general renaissance during Sassanid rule.

In that era, crafts such as metalwork and gem engraving grew highly sophisticated, as scholarship was encouraged by the state; many works from both the East and West were translated into Pahlavi, the official language of the Sassanians.

The legendary wealth of the Sassanian court is fully confirmed by the existence of more than one hundred examples of bowls or plates of precious metal known at present. One of the finest examples is the silver plate with partial gilding in the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York. The dynasty was destroyed by Arab invaders during a span from 637 to 651.

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totally forgot about uploading this, it's from ages ago.... ANYWAY. this is the infernal king known as folly, holder of all knowledge. he's actually supposed to be stuck in the mortal realm right now and mostly hangs out in neo necropolis bugging fellow infernal king riot

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Major Monteith Mausoleum. 

This impressive Mausoleum in the Glasgow Necropolis is the final resting place of two brothers Major Archibald Douglas Monteath who died in 1842, and James Monteath Douglas who passed in 1850.

Monteath served in the East India Company. Allegedly, Monteath made his fortune when an elephant carrying precious gems belonging to a Maharajah was captured and 'relieved' of its load by him, which was just the norm for the British empire. 

When he died £1,000 was left to build his monument. There was a shortfall, however the Merchants' House gifted the extra land needed and this spectacular mausoleum was built.

Based on the Knight Templar  Church of the Holy Sepulchre, experts dispute whether it is modelled on the Jerusalem Church or possibly their Cambridge Church. The Mausoleum is a Neo-Norman rotunda, designed by David Cousin, is 30ft in diameter. What makes the Mausoleum so special includes the faces of 48 individual Dwar Palas who guard the Mausoleum around the doorway and each niched window, and which are common in Indian and Hindu temples, palaces and forts.