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[balrogballs]

The Clean Break

a little take on Aragorn and Elrond’s final meeting, a removed scene from Cast in Stone (no context required; it’s canon compliant) that I liked too much to toss.

Aragorn was Estel when he broke his wrist, somewhere between five and six years old. It was a perfectly ordinary break, which happened for a perfectly ordinary reason: he had been running about on a wet floor, slipped, and crashed over a threshold. Elladan and Elrohir had come running at his wails, picked him up and took him to Elrond.

He remembers how Elrond explained to him that it was a clean break, and a very small one — it would stop hurting in a few days if he kept it still. The twins, those ardent connoisseurs of broken bones, had kept up a steady stream of joking patter to distract him whilst their father slowly applied a pain-relieving poultice and began to wrap up the wound.

Estel had been sobbing and sobbing, regardless of how mild the injury truly was. He was only five years old, and was more frightened than hurt, because he had never broken a bone in his life and he did not understand what everyone was doing, did not understand why his arm was being covered in white cloth, and it did hurt quite a lot, so he wailed.

And at some point in the process, he remembers looking up and realising that his father was crying too. Elrond hadn't made a sound, but his cheeks were awash in silent, indecipherable tears. Aragorn remembers how his expression didn't change at all, blank and beautiful in the white afternoon light: wrought from stone like a weeping statue, a quiet miracle, a promise of faith.

He remembers Elladan's tense, barked-out "Ada! What is it? What is wrong? You said it’s a clean break!"

And Aragorn remembers how Elrond had sat back on his heels and smiled, the motion pulling his features back into familiar lines. He remembers sitting silently, watching the last tears fall down the marble face, as Elrond said: "hush, my boy, you will scare Estel. Nothing is wrong, it is only a clean break. He will be fine tomorrow."

"Then why are you in tears?" Elrohir had asked, equally worried.

"Oh dear, am I? Aha, I am. Truly, it is only because he is," Elrond admitted sheepishly, sniffing. He had stroked a lock of hair back from Estel's face, laughing self-consciously, and his voice shook only a little. "I hate seeing him in pain. It breaks my heart seeing him cry so ceaselessly, even for such a small cause. It is only that, Elrohir, do not worry."

At the time, the twins had laughed, teased their father for his softness as they often did, made so many jokes about it that even little Estel, who didn't really understand the fuss and at the time had just probably assumed Elrond had a broken wrist too, was laughing alongside the three of them for absolutely no reason at all. It was casual, domestic, completely ordinary and commonplace as far as his childhood went: there were funnier incidents, sadder scenes, happier conversations.

But for some reason, this one is Aragorn's first real memory. The day he broke his wrist is the scaffolding he built his life atop, the day he looked at his father and found something sacred within him.

________

"I thought for a very long time," Aragorn says, on the tallest tower in Minas Tirith, their final meeting. "About what I could give you as a parting gift."

"If it is anything extravagant," Elrond warns him, raising a finger. "You know as well as I that I will take it to mean you are offering me a bride price, and I will take deep offence."

Aragorn grins, winks: "it's actually less than worthless, financially speaking" and cackles at how Elrond actually looks somehow more offended at that option.

"And what is this less than worthless thing you are donating to the one who raised you all your life?" he raises his eyebrows, a smile playing on his lips. "What castoff hand-me-down do you deign to bestow me with?”

"I know you must be weary of rings," Aragorn gestures at Vilya, winking away on Elrond's finger. "But perhaps this one may restore your faith in them."

"I am of a race that thinks nothing: jewels, lives, wars, is eternal," he continues, hair drifting over his face. "Of an old jewelry box my mother had, many trinkets were lost to time, some earrings were without a pair. And such loss of heirlooms never grieved us. After all, they were not ours to grieve."

"The oddest thing in the box was an old, battered golden ring. When I was first given the collection, I was only twenty yet already that ring was far too small for me. I thought that it belonged to a petite woman, perhaps a sister or a mother. Yet more recently, I was thinking of it and it confused me — why would a noblewoman own a cheap, plain ring? The other stones in the box were all precious, valuable, true heirlooms. When my mother died, she told me to pass them on to my children, and I will: but with this ring, I intend to disobey her."

"It was only some weeks ago, as Arwen showed me her own rings, that I realised something," said Aragorn, fishing around in his collar. "That this trinket I carry was no woman's ring, it was made to be worn by a child. You had given me one of these too, if you recall, as per tradition — on my sixth begetting day, a flat gold ring like this with my name carved into the inside. That was when I looked closer at this one, at the inscription on the inside of its hollow."

He unfastens the clasp on the chain, slips a small ring into Elrond's palm. He watches as all the blood leaves the elf's face only to be replaced by a harsh, terrible expression.

"Nothing is eternal, Ada," repeats Aragorn. "But some things should be."

"You are — you are giving me this?" Elrond's voice is strangled, eyes wide. "It —"

"I am. It is not mine to grieve."

Elrond does not say a word, does not even look at Aragorn, instead turning away and walking towards the far side of the balcony where he stood silently, ring clutched tightly in a shaking fist. Aragorn allows him to hold on to dignity.

Dignity, and a small, burnished gold ring.

It was rather battered, some of the plating rubbed off, a groove carved into it from all the times its owner tied it to a string and used it to tease cats with. It had a small dent in the frame, warping it slightly, and if you looked closely you could make out a little tooth mark, as though someone had a habit of gnawing at it. It was less valuable heirloom, more solid proof that the ancient king Elros Tar-Minyatur of Numenor, had once been a messy, careless little boy.

A few minutes pass, in which neither of them speak.

"I had nothing of him," Elrond tells him quietly after a while. "All my life, I had nothing of him at all. It had felt wrong, you see, sailing off to Numenor and demanding his possessions from his grieving children. So for five thousand years, I had nothing of him."

"But I never told you of him," Elrond's voice is searching, harsh and confused, trying to find a justification for the gift. "I had never told you of him, and yes, you had known of him from your lessons but I had tried so hard never to speak of him to you lest you, for one second, thought that I only loved you because you were the heir of Elros. You had no reason to know how I loved him, how fiercely I missed him, how I had nothing of him at all."

Elrond sounds almost angry, wrenching the words through gritted teeth like a scolding, his back still turned to Aragorn: "who made you so kind, Estel? Who made you so selfless — that you — that you give me this without ever being told — that you thought of it — who made you, boy?"

Elrond is breathing in deep, clarifying breaths and Aragorn stands there silently. He does not answer any of the fevered questions. It was Elrond, after all, who once told him over a chalkboard: stupid questions did not deserve answers.

"I never wanted to hurt you, Ada," says Aragorn at last, when only a sliver of sun is left behind in the sky. "Not for a moment. That is why I had… I had… that is why I had hoped we could have a clean break. I just didn't want to hurt you."

"I know you didn't," Elrond says, half-smiling as he turns back, composed again yet not entirely unruffled. "But I would rather it hurt in such a way, than it not hurt at all."

"Would you?"

"Of course," Elrond tells him, unconsciously running a finger across the flat, golden surface of the ring he had slid onto his smallest finger. "After all, the most treasured things in the world are only so valued because of how debilitatingly painful it would be to lose them."

Aragorn cannot speak. He has dawdled and delayed, pushed this parting to a cliff-edge, given gifts and made jokes, all the while waiting for a clean break that would never come for those who love like the two of them. He walks forward in a daze, and Elrond takes him into his arms and Aragorn is five again — building a life atop the scaffolding of the heart Elrond offered to him.

"I do not know what divinity made you this way," his father's voice is rough as he repeats his earlier question, but it does not break. "I do not know which of the Valar wielded the knife that carved you out of kindness. But I am glad, Estel, so glad that I know you."

Aragorn stays pressed in that embrace, shaking. He fights a sudden, absurd urge to laugh and roll his eyes, to say don't ask stupid questions, to say who made me kind? oh, I don't know, perhaps the one who loved me so wholly that he beheld a five year old's silly, childish tears, and wept that I shed them at all.

Still, he does not move: he does not want to see Elrond's face, does not want to see his own, not at this moment. Time passes, strains like molasses through linen, slowly and with great reluctance. At last, the king draws away and takes in this final image, the one who raised him standing before his son with an inscrutable expression on his face.

When he was younger, Aragorn used to think it might make it easier for his father to bend with the marred world if he learned how to be as cruel as it was, instead of taking each slap in the face as a surprise. But he understands now that whilst he wasn't looking, the marred world had bent itself to Elrond's gentleness; that it is a strength, an honest one, to be kind when the world not only abides by cruelty but insists upon it.

Aragorn cannot bring himself to turn and leave, wanting to brand Elrond’s face into the back of his eyelids with knife-hot tears. It is anything but a clean break.

“I cannot bring myself to turn,” he admits, the moonlight limning the silver in his hair. “Because when I turn, you'll be gone, and it will be the end of everything. Is this the end of everything now, Ada? Are we done now, you and I?"

Elrond smiles, looking at Aragorn in the same way he had always looked at him, every day since the moment he was put in his arms: eyes bright with unconditional adoration, unashamed pride, and a constant, total faith in him. He shakes his head.

"You and I will never be done,” he says softly; resolute. It is the only oath he ever makes.

[fancyfeathers]

Hi, im the anon who brought up a song by garbage. I was listening to Chicago, like any theater kid does, and I can’t do it alone came on. It reminded me of Ring leader! Villain! Dick, in a way that he would talk about his parents routine and showing reader each move in hopes that they can do it together. (If 🪱 anon isn’t taken, may I be that anon.)

have a nice rest of your night or day

Yandere!Batboys as Villains with Robin!Darlings AU Masterlist

Oh my god I love this idea, especially because as his darling’s day job I picture her as a ballerina/performer because of the parallels between them.

Like I can just imagine she is staying after rehearsal to use the stage to break in a new pair of pointe shoes, she was given the keys to lock up so she is the last one in the theater and she is all cozy in her sweatpants and hoodie over her leotard and has her headphones on, the noise canceling kind since she is alone, or so she thinks. She already called Bruce to let her know that she will be home late because she is locking up.

She pauses when she gets a call, the ringing intercepting her music is what gets her attention. So she huffs and goes back to her bag on the sight side of the stage where her phone is, it’s Bruce. When she answers she is slight annoyed until she actually hears the concern in her adoptive father’s voice…

“You need to get home know.”

“I already said I would be home late-“

“There was a break out from Arkham, the security systems were out.”

She was about to respond but there was a beeping from her end of the line, she looks down at her phone, no signal, but this was the center of Gotham, the phone line had to have been cut. She immediately starts grabbing her things, not even bothering to change out of her pointe shoes, normally she would not care about a break out, well it was nothing they could not handle, but their newest high security patient was in there because of her…

Or was in there…

She immediately feels a presence in the room in the room with her and she has the mind to just get out of there while she still can, or rather could…

“Look up, Sweet Pea.”

She nearly screams when she looks up and sees Dick hanging from the scaffolding that the stage lights hang from. He is smiling down at her like nothing is wrong, but the last time she saw him was when the GCPD finally found her and she was crying in Commissioner Gordon’s arms while he got cuffed by Detective Montoya, she looked just as horrified and now she did not have any of her gear to defend herself.

He jumps down, right in front of her and she looks horrified and shocked at the same time…

“Hey you don’t have to be so surprised, I did tell you I was an acrobat.”

“Get away from me.”

“Hey don’t be like that baby, we aren’t too different after all.”

“You kill people, Grayson. I keep this city safe from people exactly like you, but go on, how are we similar? Besides the dead parents part that is.”

Before she could even react, he grabs her leg and forces it up, pressing it up against her chest because of how flexible she is, pointing straight up in the air and it burns after hours after rehearsals. The way he looks at her makes her feel sick, it is as if he almost loves her, well he did say he loves her when he kidnapped her for over a month.

“Well we are both flexible…”

The only reason why he is able to mess with her in the moment is because she is tired and sore… and also the fact that she knows this was most certainly planned so at the very least she was locked in here with him, she could run and hide somewhere in the theater, she knows the building better than he does, or at least she thinks she does, and Batman would be here soon enough…

He starts dancing with her across the stage, her feet already hurt enough from her rehearsal on top of her breaking in her new pointe shoes…

Her feet stumble along as he dances with her, one of his hands squeezing onto her hand and the other unmoving from her waist. He hums a tune as he dances with her, she knows it well, Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy, it’s the tune that everyone knows even if they do not know ballet.

“You know my parents used to have this act together…”

“That’s nice, I am not an acrobat though.”

“Well you do have the build have the build of one.”

She does not like it when he moves the hand on her waist down to squeeze at her thigh, that is when she snaps and tries to kick at him, but instead he manages to grab that leg as well and force it over his shoulder along with the other leg.

“Here… let me show you the steps…”

It goes on and on, her trying to fight against him and him just moving her and contorting her body into several different poses and positions, each one hurting more than the last, and then when she finally tries pushing him back on last time, she gets him to let go but it is her falls and falls hard and there is an audible crack as she falls to the ground and sees her ankle is a position it should not be in, all red and starting to swell

“Oh no… that looks like it must have been painful… oh come here, don’t cry… a broken bone or two are bound to come at some point.”

[jadewolf22]

The Race

Phasma x Daughter!OC (Riot)

Warnings: None that I can think of.

Summary: Phasma’s chaotic daughter challenges Kylo Ren to a race.

A/n: I’m back!! So sorry I haven’t posted in a while. Life’s been crazy and I’ve had 0 motivation to write.

Word Count: 881

The dim lighting of the Finalizer’s main hangar gleamed off its polished surfaces, the faint hum of machinery providing a steady backdrop to the usual hustle of troopers and technicians. Phasma stood at the edge of the expanse, arms folded, her polished armor reflecting the activity. Yet her sharp eyes weren’t focused on the routine movements of the hangar. They were locked on a particular figure—her daughter, Riot, clad in an all-black training suit.  

Phasma's stoic demeanor threatened to crack as she watched Riot standing toe-to-toe with none other than Kylo Ren. The competitive gleam in her daughter's eyes was unmistakable.  

"You seriously think you can beat me?" Kylo’s voice was a low rumble, muffled by his mask.  

Riot grinned, a wild, unhinged energy lighting her features. "No. I know I can."  

Kylo tilted his head, clearly irritated. "And what’s your grand idea for this… challenge?"  

Riot pointed up toward the hangar’s towering ceiling, where the rafters stretched across like a web of metal beams. "Simple. First one to climb to the top, touch the highest beam, and get back down wins. No Jedi tricks, no equipment. Just you, me, and some good old-fashioned effort."  

The mask tilted downward slightly, as if Kylo were sizing up the distance. "You’re insane."  

"I’ve been called worse," Riot quipped, flashing a mischievous smile.  

Phasma shook her head, wishing that she could be surprised by her daughter’s antics. She muttered to herself, "She's either going to win or have an extended stay in the med bay… or possibly I."  

The crackling announcement of General Hux’s arrival pulled her attention momentarily.  

“Captain Phasma.” Hux’s crisp tone sliced through the hangar as he strode up beside her, his hands clasped behind his back. “What exactly is happening here?”  

Phasma glanced sideways at him, the faintest flicker of amusement playing across her usually impassive face hidden beneath her helmet. “My daughter has challenged Kylo Ren to a race,” she said matter-of-factly.  

“A race,” Hux repeated, incredulous.  

Phasma nodded. “To the rafters and back.”  

Hux blinked at her, then shifted his gaze to the unfolding chaos in front of him. Riot had already started limbering up, stretching dramatically while goading Kylo.  

“Afraid of heights, Ren?” she teased, stepping up to the starting point.  

Kylo’s grip on his lightsaber hilt visibly tightened before he snapped it onto his belt. Without another word, he moved to stand next to her.  

“On three,” Riot said, raising her hand. “One… two…” Before she could finish, Kylo lunged forward, starting the race early.  

“Hey!” she yelled, laughing as she sprinted after him.  

Phasma resisted the urge to shake her head. "She’s definitely insane."  

The two competitors scrambled up the side scaffolding, using handholds, crates, and structural supports to ascend. Riot’s smaller, more agile frame gave her an edge, and she quickly pulled ahead, her speed startling even Phasma.  

“She's winning,” Hux said, disbelief coloring his voice as he watched Riot practically monkey her way upward, swinging from beams and vaulting over obstacles with ease.  

Phasma hummed noncommittally. “Of course, she is.”  

Kylo was slower but determined, his raw strength making up for what he lacked in finesse. He hauled himself up methodically, but each time he got close, Riot seemed to gain a fresh burst of energy, cackling with delight.  

By the time she reached the top, Kylo was still three-quarters of the way there. She balanced on the highest beam, looking down at him.  

“Come on, slowpoke!” she called, her voice ringing out. “You’re making this too easy!”  

Then, with reckless abandon, she back-flipped off the damn beam.  

Phasma felt her heart lurch, though her expression remained calm. Hux, however, visibly paled. “Is she out of her mind?!”  

“She’s fine,” Phasma replied, though internally she was bracing for the inevitable med bay visit.  

Riot landed halfway down with a feline grace, catching onto a ledge and swinging herself to a lower beam before continuing her descent at breakneck speed. By the time she hit the ground, Kylo had just touched the highest beam.  

Riot raised her arms in triumph, a wild grin plastered across her face as she caught her breath. “And that’s how it’s done!” she declared, drawing the attention of a few nearby troopers.  

When Kylo finally descended, his cloak catching on various edges, he stomped toward her, breathing heavily.  

Riot patted him on the back as he approached, the height difference between them making the gesture almost comical. “Thanks for the workout!” she said cheerfully, brushing past him as if he hadn’t just been thoroughly humiliated.  

Kylo’s rage was palpable, the air around him practically vibrating. As Riot strode away, he extended a hand toward a crate, using the Force to hurl it at the back of her head.  

But she twisted suddenly, as if sensing it coming. With a smooth motion, she pulled a concealed dagger from her boot and hurled it back at him.  

The blade stopped inches from Kylo’s face, quivering in midair as he caught it with the Force. For a moment, the hangar was silent.  

she smirked, cocking her head. “Nice reflexes.” she taunted, turning and walking away without another glance.  

Hux, jaw hanging open in shock, turned to Phasma. “What the hell just happened?”  

Phasma didn’t answer, her helmet hiding the small, proud smile threatening to break free.

[cedar-glade]

Hopping tips is not usually the easiest way to manage a route and utilize redirects when aiming for decent work positions as it positions the climber route sideways against the branch instead of parallel with it.

What are simple Redirects?

Redirects are utilized in tree work to offer a better rope angle to do limb walks or gain work position to make pruning cuts when doing tip reductions or traversing a sprawled canopy, 9/10 these are done utilizing SRS instead of MRS methods as MRS redirects often require hardware to remove continuous friction while still providing an additional anchor point through a sling carabiner dmm revolver system, petzl eject system, ring ring canbium saver system, pulley saver m rig system or O rig system. Very rarely is it an ART twin line or secret weapon hybrid system off of some flint lock knot block static line. Instead most climbers utilize SRS since a static system means friction is continuous through out without needing hardware and often natural crotch redirects are used to mitigate flat rope angles.

To plan a redirect they say look up above your next work station, do you see a branch above it, cool, take that redirect and it makes life easy. Hit the top first then work down. Hit the interior on the way up making a chuck hole, then work your way out in four quarters of the tree.

Redirects on SRS or, Static Rope Systems, allows rope compression to split loads over multiple anchor points, potential to make a climb safer by loading wood into compression, less rope stretch, and continuous friction, or prevention from falls and pendulum swings aka whips while minimizing gear.

In the case above, Casey was finishing up a lightening of heavy limbs work order and was climbing on a basal anchor system making it retrievable from the ground, Basal anchor systems must use beefy high crotches or 2 or more points to load under a v vector of compression since leverage weight is doubled over a single point in these setups unlike a canobase system, twin line hybrid, or a canopy synch system. Basal anchors are often set when isolation is hard, predirects are better for the route plan to a get a climber to tips faster, or someone wants to easily retrieve their rope from the ground while being somewhat rescue-able from the ground via alpine butterfly pickoff belay systems.

Casey's last two tip reductions were on over extended high limbs and there for to prevent an over exposed limb walk with flat rope angles he picked a limb that was adjacent to the three he needed to hit but still had large enough secondary scaffolds to set said redirects in as he hopped tips.

Again this was to prevent a major swing into the trunk.

Limbs were covered in ice which made normal climbing( panther like limb walks) difficult.

[newtabfics]

Could we please get redeemed ganny and y/n meeting for the first time?

listen listen...these two are not allowed to be as cute as they are but MY GOD

Y/N blinked as she watched the hulking man behind the princess. The princess was telling Tauro about how he'll be staying in the village for his penance and anything needed, such as hard labor, he attested to doing.

She kept a distance at first but wasn't afraid to study him. He stood, looking off into some far-off distance with a deep frown. It was as though he saw something she couldn't imagine. After a long while, he blinked and his amber eyes locked onto her.

Y/N, being how she was, beamed and smiled, waving happily in greeting at him. Startled, the Gerudo hesitantly waved back, making Link blink beside Zelda before looking to Y/N.

He smiled and approached. "Hey. Glad you made it back safely," He greeted. "Y/N, right?"

"Ah, Link. Hiya. Yeah, nailed it." The princess approached curiously. "Good to see you back, Princess."

"Thank you. Are you going up to visit the Zonai Dispenser?"

"Yeah. Admittedly, I wanted to test the advice Link gave me," She said before pulling out a large charge. "Thank you again for letting me have it."

He nodded and hummed, studying the ladders. "Be careful. The cliffs are steep."

"I know. Besides, I'm a trained Sheikah. At least…mostly."

Ganondorf frowned at that as she made off, hurrying to the scaffolding to climb her way up. "Mostly?" He muttered.

"That's Y/N," Zelda said, nodding. "She's a researcher. She knows enough skill to flee a dangerous situation. She's not one for fighting, is what I was told."

He hummed as he followed the two through the village, wondering about his strange new life. "Princess," He said simply, looking at her. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"You won't have any assassins coming after you," Zelda assured him. "If anyone were to disobey this, they'd be found quickly and punished accordingly."

"That's not what I mean," He sighed. "My memories." She tensed and sighed. "You said it was a seal. A seal on me has broken once before. What's to say it won't break again?"

"That's the entire reason you're here," Link said dryly. "At the very least–" He pointed up to the mountains, making the Gerudo sigh as he looked to see Dinraal glaring at him from the Ring Ruins. "Someone's always got an eye on you."

Ganondorf grimaced then blinked as he looked over. Y/N was darting over the scaffolding. "Oh goddess, she's going to jump," Zelda muttered. "Link–"

"On it," He said, heading towards the ruins.

Ganondorf blinked and balked, watching the small woman leap to make it over the gap to the other side. Her foot barely grazed the wood as she slipped.

Zelda's gasp made Link freeze as he watched Y/N fall down before a large figure bounded over quickly. 

Y/N's body quickly maneuvered in the air, ready to land on her feet when suddenly arms snapped around her waist. She blinked as she met Ganondorf's eyes, hands slamming on his shoulders to stop her from smashing her face against his. He barely staggered when he caught her, only blinking in surprise.

"Be careful!" He finally said after a beat of silence.

"What! I totally had that under control!" She laughed, patting his head. "Nice catch though."

Link balked as he watched the Gerudo set her on her feet. She fixed her shirt and grinned up at the Gerudo. "Zelda," He said, quickly looking at her. "Y/N should be his watcher." He gestured to the Sheikah woman who just smiled as she spoke to Ganondorf, praising him for his quick reflexes.

Zelda blinked and nodded, clearing her throat. "That's not a bad idea. She's always been rather open-minded. Er–Y/N!" She scolded before hurrying up. "You need to quit that! You don't have enough strength to make those types of bounds."

"C'mon. You can just say it's cuz I'm shorter than you," She huffed. "Besides, Link can make those jumps and we're the same height."

"Barely," The hero scoffed. "I've got an entire inch on you."

"Oh-ho-ho," Y/N cooed. "So the Hero of Hyrule likes to compare inches, eh?"

Link's face went beet red as Zelda groaned, forehead falling into her palm. "How are you alive?"

"Luck, and because I'm amazing," Y/N joked. "Well, I'll–"

"Wait," Zelda stammered, making her blink. She sighed and smiled. "Would you be alright being Ganondorf's watcher? By which–"

"You can say it," Y/N said, shrugging. "Everyone else in the village would insta-kill him the moment they see the chance and you don't trust anyone to do it, but that whole thing sparked the idea because honestly? I'm not scared of the big guy. He's just tall. Like Tauro."

Zelda blinked as the three stared at her. "You're a strange vai," Ganondorf finally said.

"Thanks. Lady Paya says the same. Doctor Purah on the other hand gets it," She said, shrugging. "To answer your question though, yeah. I'm cool with it. But it'll cost ya."

Zelda balked at the statement, unsure of what to say. Link smirked, tilting his head. "What is it? What do you want me to cook?"

"Uh?" Zelda muttered, looking at Link.

"Honestly, anything. Your cooking rocks, Link! Plus, I think I might end up getting distracted and forget to cook if I get wrapped up in the study."

"I can ensure that doesn't happen," Ganondorf said to Link. The hero nodded as the Gerudo looked at her again. "What is it you study?" He figured he might as well ask, given he'd be spending more time with her since she agreed to the princess's request.

"Devices mostly. I'm basically working to be able to engineer something from these devices. Link's theft of the Yiga schematics has really helped give better ideas. However, we are lacking the material to completely build them the way he had with this strange adhesive the other arm provided. We're hoping a few remaining servant constructs could help with that information…maybe."

Ganondorf nodded as she pulled a journal from the pack strapped to her thigh, opening up the sketch made. "I need some materials that might be in this dispenser, but not all of them are."

"I can go search the other dispensers," Link offered. "Or…actually, I might have some stored in my house in Tarrey Town."

Y/N smiled. "Thank you. I'll get a more concise list after I check what I can get with the charge. Well, since I'm technically watching you, come with me, Ganny! You can help me carry the devices back."

Link snorted a laugh as Zelda bit her lip at the nickname, watching the woman go ahead to the scaffolding again with the huge Gerudo in tow. Zelda sighed in relief as she watched them.

"Did we do the right thing?" Zelda wondered worriedly.

"It's Y/N," Link assured her. "She's a good influence on people. Besides, he seems less tense around her." He patted her shoulder as Ganondorf stopped Y/N from jumping over again, making her take the ladder to the higher-up bridge. He saw her tongue dart out in response as she begrudgingly did as he said.

"You're right," She muttered, rubbing her arm. "At least they seem to get along."

After a beat of silence, she asked, "How long do you think until she starts excitedly telling him everything about the devices?"

"You seem to think she hasn't already."

[silverwings22]

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Thanks for the tag @annwayne. I've been in my little writer hermit hole, thank you for reminding me to exist a little bit.

From my Sonic AU "Starfall":

“I’m not sure how to explain it except Black Hole physics. I can do that, and a flash-bang manuver Maria used to call the Starburst.” Star shrugged. “And the warp, Chaos Containment, Chaos spear…” 

Emory gave her an incredulous look. “How did you keep all that hidden for so long?”

“I didn’t exactly have a choice. I only had one inhibitor ring until Shadow found me again. If I had used any of my powers for much, I’d have exploded.”

“Exploded?!”

“Yeah….” Star smiled sheepishly and gestured towards one of the rings. “Too much Chaos energy. Shadow and I would burn up like supernovas without these. It almost happened when I tried to die on the airship.”

“No more trying to die.” Emory pulled on her quills lightly. 

“I’m bad at it anyway.” Star gave a shrug, turning to look around the hangar. The spaceship sat upright, under a skylight she could see the hinges on. Emory made a delighted noise, bouncing on her heels with her hands in front of her, like Star couldn’t help but do when she saw Shadow. Like Maria had done when she was excited. “That eager?” She looked at the blonde hedgehog curiously. 

“I’m going to space, and this time without impending doom breathing down my neck. How are you not excited?” Emory frowned.

“I was born in space.”

“Don’t you miss it?” 

“It’s… complicated. What I miss won’t be there when we arrive.” Star headed for the scaffolding built around the rocket, sizing it up along with the command room in the back of the hangar. “You sure this is a remote launch?”

“It’s about to be.” Emory grinned, typing on her tablet. “Let’s get in, and I can override everything from the cockpit.”

“Alright.” Star started climbing, glancing back to make sure Emory was following safely. They made it into the hatch and secured everything, climbing their way into the cockpit and crawling into the sideways seats. Emory pulled a wire out of her pocket and connected her tablet to the console before she started typing again. 

After a minute, the console lit up. “There we go. I’ve got green light for launch and the skylight’s opening.” Emory beamed. “Now to figure out how to fly a space ship.”

“I got it.” Star reached for the controls. “It’s not much different from the ARK defense ship.”

“You got to fly too?!” Emory groaned. 

“I was trained to be a living weapon, Emory. A weapon of mass destruction, according to GUN. That’s why they locked me and Shadow up for 50 years even though they were the ones who had us made.” Her fingers moved through the launch sequence, expression resolute. “And after all this time, I’m stealing their ship to get back to the ARK. Seems poetic to me.”

If you're reading this and had a good time, consider it a NPT.

[bjfinn]

HIGH NOON AT THE GARDNER HOTEL

"Deadbeat"/"Beetlejuice" crossover

Note: This takes place about a year before the events of the musical -- Beetlejuice has been banished from the Netherworld by his mother, and he's made his way to New York City.

Kevin was jolted awake by the ringing of the telephone. He fumbled for it, and it fell off the nightstand, but he managed to catch hold of the receiver before the phone hit the floor.

He brought it to his ear. "Hello!" he said, rather more loudly than he'd planned. Then he noticed that he was holding it the wrong way, with the mouthpiece at his ear. He turned it around and repeated the greeting, in a more controlled voice this time. "Hello?"

"Hello? Is this Kevin Pa -- Pacaca -- Pacagyro?" the voice on the other end asked.

"It's Pacalioglu -- just call me 'Pac'," he replied. "What can I do you for?"

"You're the guy who gets rid of ghosts, right?"

"Yeah, I ... help them cross over," Pac confirmed.

"Good. I need your help. I'm David Carlyle," the caller continued. "The new owner of the Gardner Hotel -- you know it?"

"Yeah, sure," Pac said. "It was abandoned years ago -- I thought that place was condemned."

"Nah, it's run down, but salvageable. Anyway, as I said, I bought the place and I'm having it renovated and brought up to code for a condo development, but there's been ... incidents."

"What kind of incidents?"

"At first it was just things like missing equipment, strange noises, doors opening and closing by themselves -- that kind of thing." David took a deep breath. "But yesterday one of my workmen was injured -- he's in the hospital."

"What happened?" Pac asked.

"The other guys said that an electrical cord wrapped itself around his neck -- nearly strangled him to death," David said. "They said that it just rose up by itself -- like it was alive."

Pac rubbed his face with both hands. "Shit," he said. "For real?"

"Can you help me?"

"Yeah, sure -- I mean, I'll check it out. Give me, uh --" he looked at his alarm clock "-- an hour and I'll meet you there."

"Oh, no -- I'm not going there!" David said.

"You want me to go by myself?"

"Five hundred."

"Huh?"

"Okay, six!"

"Wait --"

"Seven fifty and that's my final offer!"

"Deal," Pac said.

"Meet me at my office afterwards and I'll have your money," David said. He gave Pac his address.

"Seven hundred and fifty dollars? " Pac said to himself when he hung up. He could get a new used TV and still have enough left over for a decent supply of weed.

*****

Pac arrived at the Gardner at quarter to twelve. He looked at the scaffolding that covered the front of the three-storey brick building, and then went up the stairs to the front door. David had said that it was locked, but that he would leave a key under one of the planters flanking the door.

Pac tilted the one on the left -- there was the key, as promised. He unlocked the door and went in.

The hotel was definitely run down -- the red-and-black brocade-patterned wallpaper was peeling, the carpet was badly stained, the brass fixtures were nearly black with tarnish, and the place smelled musty and dank. Still, Pac could see that, with a proper renovation, the Gardner could be restored to its former glory.

He found a light switch and tried it, and was momentarily surprised that the lights came on.

"Well, of course they work," he told himself. "The workmen would need to be able to see what they're doing."

He reached into his jacket pocket and took out a small bag of weed and a pack of rolling papers. He rolled himself a joint and lit up with the lighter he kept in the pocket of his jeans. He took a long drag, held it for a moment and then let it out. The weed helped lessen the mustiness of the abandoned hotel.

It also helped with his anxiety -- something Pac had been dealing with since he was a kid. Growing up in an orphanage was bad enough, but he'd been the "fat kid", and the older boys used to get a kick out of bullying him. And then there were the ghosts, who wouldn't leave him alone. And, of course, when the other kids found out that he could see ghosts ... well, that just made things a million times better.

It wasn't until middle school, when he became friends with Dewey Finn, that things improved. He was still the fat kid, but Dewey introduced him to pot, and it changed his life. It had the ability to calm his nerves like nothing else.

David had said that most of the incidents had taken place on the second floor, so Pac started up the stairs.

The second floor consisted of a long hallway, with six rooms on either side. He flicked on the lights. The walls had the same peeling, brocade-patterned wallpaper as the lobby.

He took another drag and started opening the doors to the rooms, checking each one out. The furniture inside each room was covered with dingy dropcloths, and the carpets were stained. Some of the walls had gaping holes in them, but there was no sign of a ghost.

"Maybe the third floor," he said to himself, and started for the stairwell.

The hair on the back of Pac's neck stood up suddenly -- he was no longer alone.

"Hello?" he called out, slowly looking around. "Who's there?"

He couldn't see anything in the hallway.

"I know there's somebody here," he said to the unseen presence. "Look, I can help -- but you can't stay here, okay?"

"Says you."

Pac turned around and saw him then -- several inches shorter than himself, the guy was of similar build: stocky, leaning towards fat. He wore a grimy, mouldy, tattered, black-and-white striped suit, and he had green hair that looked like it hadn't been washed or combed in a couple of centuries. He looked like a deranged carnival barker.

Pac pegged him as trouble with a capital T.

"Who are you?" Pac asked warily -- the guy was probably just some homeless dude, but he still might be dangerous.

"Holy crap! " said the newcomer. His voice was raspy, gravelly, like that of a lifelong chain-smoker. "You can see me?"

"Yeah, of course I can see you," Pac replied -- the guy was obviously either crazy or high on something. Maybe both. "Why wouldn't I be able to see you?"

"I'm a demon -- well, half-demon half-ghost, actually."

"Okaaay, sure you are."

"You don't believe me," the guy said.

"Uh, well ... ghosts are see-through -- you're not," Pac told him. "And you have a shadow."

"I told you -- I'm half demon."

"Right," Pac said. "Okay then, mister half-demon, uh ... you can't stay here. Do you have someplace else to sleep tonight? I can take you to a shelter, or ..."

The guy snapped his fingers. Instantly his hand ignited, bright flames dancing on his fingertips. Then his green hair caught fire.

"Holy shit! "

The guy just smiled and bit his lower lip mischievously.

Then, as suddenly as they'd appeared, the flames were gone. The guy was completely unscathed.

"Convinced yet?"

"Uh, yeah ... pretty much," Pac said. "So ... what's your name? And what are you doing in a rundown hotel like this?"

The guy -- demon -- handed Pac a business card.

"Okay," Pac said, looking at the card. "You're Betelgeuse. So what's a ... a 'bio-exorcist'?"

"I help ghosts stay where they are by scaring away breathers," came the reply as Pac handed the card back to him.

"Breathers? Oh, you mean people!"

"Hey! Ghosts are people, too, pal!"

"Uh, yeah -- of course they are. I meant living people."

Betelgeuse seemed satisfied with the distinction. "Now you know my name," he said. "What's yours?"

"Kevin Pacalioglu."

"Wow -- that's a mouthful."

"Just call me 'Pac'."

"Okay, Pac -- good to meet you!" You can call me Beej. Or BJ." He offered his fist for Kevin to bump. "No? Okay, no problem." He lowered his arm.

"So who ... uh, hired you?" Pac asked.

"Huh? Oh, I'm between jobs right now -- I just needed a place to hole up for a bit. Some place quiet."

"Well, the new owner is renovating," Pac told him. "You can't stay here."

"I can if I scare 'em off."

Pac shook his head. "I can't let you do that, pal -- you've already put someone in the hospital. Next time you might kill someone."

Beej glowered. "I'm a demon, remember? You think I give a shit if some stinking breather bites it? I'm staying, and that's final."

"You're going, and that's final!"

"Looks like we got ourselves a stand-off," Beej said. "Listen, pal, I eat breathers like you for breakfast, so maybe you should just run along home now, before I get angry."

Kevin raised his hands, waving them in mock terror. "Ooh! I'm sooo scared! "

"Okay, asshole," Beej scowled, taking off his suit jacket, streaks of red shooting through his hair, "now I'm getting pissed off! " He rolled up his shirtsleeves. "Looks like I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson!"

Pac's eyebrows shot up. "Yeah? Well, uh ... you don't look so tough, shorty."

"Oh, and you are??? You think you can take me?" Beej said. He raised his fists like an old-time boxer. "All right -- let's go! You and me, mano a mano! I'll kick your fat ass!"

"Okay, that's it!" Pac said. He threw off his jacket and raised his fists, too, forgetting for the moment that he was dealing with a ghost/demon. "You wanna go? Let's go!"

"Oh, this is gonna be good!" Beej exclaimed.

The two of them squared off against each other.

"Wait," Beej said. "We should take off our shirts, too!"

"What?"

"I mean, just look at us! You're hot, I'm hot -- the two of us going at each other half-naked ... sounds like fun! Oh! You know what'd be even better? If we get completely naked! Whaddya say?"

"No! I'm not gonna get naked! Or half-naked! Look, Betelgeuse --"

"BJ. Or Beej. Your choice."

"Okay -- Beej," Pac said. "Are we gonna fight, or not?"

"That depends," came the reply. "Are you gonna leave and let me stay here in peace?"

"Are you gonna leave so I can get paid?"

"Yeah, uh ... that's not gonna happen."

"Ditto," Pac said.

"Okay, so let's get this over with." And Beej put up his dukes again.

"Wait -- you're a demon," Pac pointed out.

"Half-demon half-ghost."

"Yeah, whatever -- my point is, why do you wanna fight me this way? Why aren't you blasting me with your powers? I'm human. Mortal. I wouldn't stand a chance. Unless ..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless you're afraid that I know how to get rid of you for good."

"I'm not afraid!" Beej answered, and then he narrowed his eyes at Pac, looking at him warily. "Do you know how to get rid of me?" he asked.

"Maybe I know, but I don't know that I know, you know?"

"No, I don't know that you know that you don't know that you know."

"Huh?" Pac said, confused. "What does that mean?"

"I don't know -- you started it," Beej replied, equally baffled.

"Uh, okay, never mind ... where were we?"

"I think ... Oh, yeah! We were gonna fight."

"Okay," Pac said. "We fight. But there are rules."

"Like what?"

"Like no using magic -- no matter what. You wanna fight like a human, then you can't do anything a human can't do."

"Okay, sounds fair," Beej said. "But you ... uh, you can't ... you can't use, uh ..." He gave up. "I can't think of anything, but whatever it is, you can't do it."

"Okay, deal."

"Okay."

They squared off again and started circling slowly, sizing one another up.

Pac threw a punch, aiming for Beej's face. Beej was quicker, though -- he rocked back on his heels in a move that reminded Pac of a cobra rearing back to avoid a mongoose. Before he could protest that Beej had gone back on his word to fight like a human, the demon grabbed Pac's nose and started twisting it, and Pac did the same to Beej's ear.

"Ow ow ow! Fuck! " Pac bellowed. "Let GO, you prick! "

"YOU let go, asshole! "

"You let go FIRST! "

The two combatants released each other, Pac rubbing his nose, Beej rubbing his ear. They glared at one another, breathing hard, and then Beej tackled Pac, knocking the wind out of him, and they crashed to the floor, grappling fiercely.

"OW! Shit shit SHIT! " Pac roared as Beej bit down on his forearm -- not hard enough to draw blood, but it still hurt like a son-of-bitch -- and he instinctively retaliated in kind, and then each of them was growling and gnawing on his opponent's arm like two stray dogs fighting over a bone as they rolled around on the carpet.

Finally they let go of each other and got to their feet.

"Fuck, that hurts!" Pac muttered, rubbing the spot where Beej had bitten him. He spat out the taste of Beej's sweat and arm-hair and wiped his mouth.

Beej looked at him appraisingly. "You got some sharp teeth for a breather," he said.

"Yeah, well ... I brush and floss."

"Give up?"

"Fuck you," Pac replied.

"I was hoping you'd say that," Beej said.

Beej got behind Pac and reaching into his pants, grabbed the waistband of Pac's underwear and yanked upwards.

"FUCK! " Pac roared in pain as the wedgie had its desired effect, and he crumpled to the floor, cradling his bruised nuts with both hands. "No fair!" he protested.

"To fuck with fair!" Beej countered. "I didn't do anything a human can't do!" And he aimed a kick at Pac's belly.

The human caught Beej's foot and pulled, and the demon landed flat on his back. Pac threw himself on top of Beej, and instantly they were rolling around on the carpet, bearhugging one another fiercely, each trying to pin his opponent.

Pac brought his knee up between Beej's legs, and the demon gasped loudly as his balls were impacted. He released Pac. Now it was his turn to cradle his jewels.

"Hah! " Pac crowed, trying to catch his breath. "Hurts like hell, doesn't it?"

"Fuck you!" Beej rasped. "You're gonna get it now! Just ... ah, fuck! Just give me a minute."

Pac nodded. "Take your time." He got to his feet and bent forward, hands on his knees, looking at the demon.

A moment later, Beej held out a hand. "Help me up," he said.

Pac grabbed his hand and hauled Beej to his feet.

"Thanks," Beej said, and punched Pac in the nose.

"OW! What the FUCK?! " Pac yelped.

"Fight's not over, asshole!" Beej told him.

Snarling, Pac lunged at the demon and they resumed their battle. Again they bearhugged each other, tottering and reeling in the hallway, slamming one another into the walls as they tried to topple each other.

Pac put a hand over Beej's face, pushing his head against the drywall, and in retaliation Beej got one of Pac's fingers between his teeth and bit down.

"SHIT!!! " Pac bellowed, trying to pull his finger out of Beej's mouth. "Let GO! "

In reply, Beej just growled.

With his free hand, Pac grabbed hold of Beej's nipple through his shirt, twisting it viciously. Beej howled in pain, releasing Pac's finger.

"That fuckin' hurts! " he said, rubbing his abused nipple. He looked at Pac. "Nice one," he told him.

"Thanks," Pac replied. "Give up yet?"

"I'm just getting started."

"Me too," Pac said.

"You sure?" Beej asked. "I mean, I can do this all day, but you're a breather -- you don't wanna wear yourself out."

"What do you care?"

"I care, all right?" Beej told him. "We might be fighting, but I care. I mean, I coulda gone back on my word and used magic to win -- I'm a demon, after all. But I haven't, have I?"

"Why haven't you?" Pac asked.

"First, I haven't been in a physical fight in -- well ... ever. I wanted to see what it was like."

"I haven't been in a fight myself since I was a kid," Pac admitted.

"And second, well ... I guess because you can see me -- without summoning me -- I figured you deserved to have me fight fair. You know how rare that is, for someone to see me?"

Pac nodded. "Yeah, I know. Seeing ghosts is pretty rare."

"You bet it is." Beej grinned. "Third reason is because you're so fuckin' hot! I mean, who wouldn't wanna wrestle with you?" He paused, and his smile faded. "I'm still gonna fuck you up, though."

"Bring it on," Pac replied.

They came to grips again. Beej grabbed Pac's arm and threw him judo-style. Pac grunted as he hit the floor. "Wow!" the demon said. "I didn't think that'd work!"

In reply, Pac swept his leg out. His foot connected with Beej's, felling the demon. Unfortunately for Pac, Beej landed back-to on top of him, leaving both of them winded.

Beej rolled off of Pac, the two of them groaning.

Pac held up his hands in a T-shape. "Time out," he said. "Five minutes, okay?"

"Yeah," Beej replied. "You read my mind."

They sat there facing one another across the hallway, breathing heavily, each with his back against the wall.

"Why don't you just leave?" Pac asked. "I mean, there are lots of abandoned buildings in New York that you could hole up in -- why this one?"

"I like the decor."

Pac chuckled. "You're a real asshole, you know that?"

"Takes one to know one," Beej replied. "Lemme know when you're ready to go again."

"I'm ready when you are."

"Okay, then -- let's get back to it."

They got to their feet and started trading punches. Pac was moving slower now, which wasn't surprising, but so was Beej -- he might've been a demon, but his energy wasn't limitless. Still, he didn't want to stop. It wasn't just about the hotel, or even about winning -- the fact was that Beej was enjoying himself too much to think about quitting. If he were using magic, the outcome would be guaranteed -- the fight would have been over in an instant, and both of them knew it. But not using magic made the contest more chaotic, more unpredictable. And Beej thrived on chaos and unpredictability.

Pac's fist connected with his mouth, and Beej tasted blood. His blood. For the very first time in his unlife. He was mildly surprised that it tasted just like breather blood -- although he knew his blood was red like theirs, so maybe it wasn't so surprising.

"Fucker!" he growled, and returned the favour.

Pac stumbled backwards, but then he lunged forward and grabbed Beej by the throat. Beej responded in kind, the two of them growling as they choked one another one-handed.

Beej slammed Pac against the wall, and the back of Pac's head impacted the plaster. The demon drove his other fist into the human's gut. Pac let out a loud groan as the air left his lungs, and then he took a convulsive breath and punched Beej in the nose.

"OWWW!!! " Beej howled, letting go of Pac to cup his hands around his nose. He bent forward, almost doubled over in pain. "That really HURTS! " he moaned.

Pac went over to him and put a hand on his back -- Beej might be a demon, and they might be having a fistfight, but that didn't mean that Pac wanted to kill him, for chrissakes. And obviously Beej didn't want to kill Pac -- he could've done that at any time.

"Hey," he said gently. "Hey -- you okay?"

"Yeah," Beej gasped, and then he punched Pac in the nuts.

"Ohh, FUUUCK! " Pac groaned, falling to the carpet, his hands clutching his balls. "You fuckin' ... I was tryna help you! Why'd you do that, man?"

"That's for kicking me in the balls," Beej told him. "Now we're even." He hauled Pac roughly to his feet, and brushed the plaster dust off him. "You'll be okay, buddy. Lesson learned, right? What goes around comes around."

Pac nodded weakly. "Yeah," he said, and coughed.

Beej patted him on the back. Pac straightened up.

"Ready?" Beej asked.

"Ready," Pac replied.

They squared off again and resumed the fight. They grabbed hold of each other and wrestled one another to the floor, pummelling each other with short punches, and finally they managed to get each other in a head-scissors.

"Let go! " Beej grunted.

"You let go!" Pac countered.

"You let go first! "

"All right," Pac said. "How 'bout we both let go? Count of three, okay?"

"Okay," Beej agreed.

"Okay ... ready?"

"Ready."

"One ..." Pac began.

"Two ..." Beej continued.

"THREE!" they chorused.

They both squeezed tighter.

"You fuckin' bastard!" Pac raged. "You were supposed to let go! "

"Same as you, you dick!" Beej retorted.

They lay there like that for several minutes, grunting and growling as they fought to free themselves from each other's clenched thighs, and finally Beej said, "Okay -- for real this time?"

"How do I know I can trust you?"

"How do I know I can trust YOU?" Beej echoed. He paused. "Pinky swear."

"What?"

"Pinky swear," the demon repeated.

"Seriously? "

"Hey -- pinky swear is a sacred unbreakable oath, pal. Everybody knows that."

They hooked their little fingers together. "Pinky swear," they said.

Together, they counted to three again, and this time they released each other.

"Had enough?" Pac asked as they helped each other up.

Beej nodded. "For now, anyway," he said. "Call it a draw?"

"Yeah, sure, okay," Pac agreed.

"Good," Beej said, and sucker-punched Pac in the face, right between the eyes. "Lights out."

*****

When Pac came to a few minutes later, the demon was nowhere to be seen.

He sat up, coughed, grimaced at the pain -- he was going to have a hell of a shiner. "Beej?" he called. "Beej? Are you still here?"

No answer.

Pac got to his feet and looked around for the demon, but there was no sign of him. He breathed a sigh of relief as he donned his jacket.

"I need a joint," he said out loud, wincing at how rough his voice sounded. He reached into his pocket for his weed and rolling papers, and when he pulled them out, Beej's business card fell out onto the carpet. He bent over to pick it up -- it had landed face-down, and something was written on the back in crude block letters:

NEXT TIME WE FINISH IT

ALSO LETS GET NAKED

LOVE BEEJ

P.S. DID I TELL YOU I THINK YOUR HOT?

Pac chuckled as he stared at the message for a long moment, and then carefully put the card back in his pocket. Next time, Beej, he thought. Next time.

[suntiger745]

Technically, this isn't my character who built this. The brotherhood wanted a more stable supply of food, and my character convinced them to invest in a local farm rather than shake them down. So Nordhagen beach is now a fairly substantial FOB as well as food supply for the Prydwen.

Since the stairs don't quite match up, the upper right stair could not have a railing or it would block the lower right stair. Hence McGuyvering the scaffolding stairs without a rail onto the Warehouse stairs with a railing (and a different width).

I plan to make a big 'V' on the landing platform for the vertibird, but the asset to do that is locked behind the "A taste of blues" quest, so for now it's just the ring of lights.

[tianjinwellmadescaffold]

Ringlock Scaffolding One Board Bracket - Wellmade Scaffold China

[libidomechanica]

She snakes, is like a bless you let its song, being, thine

A ballad sequence

               1

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               2

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               3

A fair visage and the scaffolding     in the laws, than in the sex are brief, dreaded cheek, whose     Palace shot a glass like

these cowslips fading his stretched her     wept. To be wreak’d on a throng’d with more the bed to me. And     not destroy. Who are snow,

when ye could restored to the Wise,     turn not wrong, think how one scarce dost distrust me, beaming, in     whose halcyon days her

turn to, light to me, the long in     the grace might I saw the Vision hooves. Search on earth was they     were, he kneeled; the

offender, madam, if I put a     chef come down; my latest ripen today when someone you,     a woman, say, have been

reduced to me this became home,     and our saint, who this gear. Every door, but burn’d may reach—tho’     lost my mother. By fortune’s

dearer drawn, sees in one, stock     or stone, I shall disturb your loving, rage mought more, sings this,     to triumph sat, whilst think

of Rhyme, burst things before; and where     men shore, and her, opes she fell hand for the pleasure subject     servant tail, with diamonds

turning, reimbursed my eyelids.     With wayling, hanging hair. I love I shall have cost my     trembles in an apron.

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So this World was broad sun is sinking     o’er the opening by Dame Partlett reared, how dull murder’d     steel. Me to cast it

is between the streaming sward of     welcome, if this fair visage and soft cheek, whose silence. Giving     graven was the room

into words the beautiful: let     it go or strong divine in the husband, cease to find this     wedded lie! Lips are also

the effort useless. The next     to mortal go. Coles of youth rise unheard no more endear’d,     as he picked queen sits novel,

nothingness divide in whom     I’ve wants. Thus far as human dress the neighborhoods we moves,     but Nature written, her

head, and heavy measure find a     wounds, whose same recure, am like themes in ordered from the     matrimonial victory

is my home. Save her had laughter     broke up the strong at the north I took my wast bignes     not my own, hearing his

was quickly tooke, think of kings, ’ says     one, its song, nor eloquence of the wine. Within my whimsies;     but to market took

his storm: has found and what is done     showing hair. Darkness intense— lost the sixteenth left a trampled     orphans painted like.

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How cold is fulfilled with punctual     Throne and tells me, too, Maud too, he maketh a glorious     rainbows of this, whose

love yon Lilac fair, kind?     Individual beauty, birth, another’s, and yourselves for woe.     Each will his counsel rumbled

till those who are the feast you     were been, yield up his returning Eld now I have those wage     is much but free, let thee,

thine and fame to, else the lass that     made him that I ask, thy delight she carved babe, a lonely     wander moonlight, as with

furious sencelesse yron     dyd fear, lest if an hour, that the jinglings! She that, brauely     maskt, the King gives to behold,

thoughts so sweet no more spilt in     such disgrace, then tell a tall ghost or not worthless with thy     living again—oppress

me first sight with wayling all day,     and to thin, delirious; hearing, that oft turned it over     the crimson joy: more

ord’nary eyes were my love, your     face. He was my life be a blow, and charioteers caught to     point to profit of maxims

preaching thy bravery in     that which in easterns high: if seeing held, but only; what     ever such as Love, then

breast disturb your grave I sigh’d forehead     came before, since, seldom please: or sickens, nothing express     flaming, in their sweetest

scent behind. Flaps awkwardly     brooked as he blank wall. He said her o’er and other his     return would rather offend.

I will believe my husband’s     court than hawks or harden, so lustless to lay. True, and lowdly     come, alas, I may.

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That heals the ran, and bedeviled     breath. More shall disturb your forehead, and hours, beneath the money,     you will speaks out. All

the windows keep it always asking     mynd, yet it bee that will be! Empire of loue, and     Passionate was triumph

at Turin: Ancona was fair     wicked thee all. As it break? See how cunning was to th’     most, if thou leaned heart.

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Be’t in her troth, (and saying fires under the lost.     Is like a fruit. Confirm by those, on earth could let him to consumed with my eyes loue, thou     minion of thy fate. And hate, I feel

that the day I die, that can a woman’s fancy     light bless you with her and to Maud? Rest, by nature wild civilization—an erring     thy music to my song. To cast your

mind with mingling, we are only in many a     sounding a body captive wine. Oh now it seem mere emblems of such excellence, that     prays the cat in storm by which will which

frosty Night in descent and cannie doth lie, more should     tells me, too, Maud in one, of whom the game of God! Each my braunches, only in my thou     art of air rebuked, seemed to herself,

and dumb and bless that. But so many shall I may.     Are sounds, by vain he plaint a sweet; but the other please and mochell mast to fade … until     I grasp the bed to blow! If ’tis na

lover. My brothers do abhor my sad lute mid     the oak is keep it always running never down, they bene as yet, told think of female     senate women like we cannot

blood. Of the Sprite goes by the balmy galage grow     up children, husband mars that bosom of its Fires. Thy records as the slopes of Arcady?     Must witness be undistinguished

on her shot. There grewe an auncient form, in hope to     sigh behold that shame for to pay; and leave forced my plight. Whose voice will speed, flipped on its lifetime     loftiest minds our loving too much,

and close, blowing hand, and rent, whose fleeth, leaving him     here you in ioyes I said Don’t do it. Bow patience may be more; nothing the sea as it     not let him to lodge till she be fountains

toppe was they mought bends the domed and thoughts have thy     judges are feasts a dusky race. And what in sight, stray or stroked my backpack in bed: then     first inquiring warm, with sleet, and

in my love her heat to let bases force thy     pyramids built our way he met, and spin on, it isn’t even days long. And me more I shrug     on the skies, breadths of time, when a person

passed are widen’d her eyes. Wild me travel. All     you use receives, and full faith I swore his skull had not through they cheers in the stride of     quietness, can but a dream and from the

teaspoon to your life begun to master the captive,     burst all the peace there reign’d all for Maria’s cold, dark of your lost door of roots, bark, whose     Back is crookéd as thy answer his

time and of the rest, did I since in a vicious     latch, its pinnacle to thee: or kiss her. I call it a little delicate aquiline     curve in sadness, and look be lost

my mother’s and seemed to his knight, and Pity dwell     there are will deeds there, with bugs is she faltering heap of my lov’d friend of the choir’s amen.     Because of her pastoral! To

reveal. For the clash of what does blawing came, and     casts all my nature good, so vaine loue me more tongues weren fooles hire each others’ fears,     thus found to thee. Have my boys dead weight

have no less. Poor girlonds with a heart of love: if     I have I come. At a cold element, ere I went again, raising faster:     Saying, haste a flute of nature smiles?

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And came a colours meet; long as that let him out.     The bedroom is trees be back. He shut off the house in the grinning wars—and in thy stockade     or taken out, cajoled by tenderly i’m guess; and kept, and that had it die? He     said, that what a war? Forgiven through fast an ancient fountain the wind was subject to     nothingness do sing: whose Waters did

she, have power, hangs o’ertake my lov’d friesing with     the knight and glory, and hurl their better my true their strangers—heirlooms of night I lay     me down-razed and by the present: if you with mosse, who taught the west sea rhyme on in a     routhie ben; then wing thy purity of liberty, rights, although the same, and descend, want     nothing new: speak again—oppress you

with the cause, as month, your trespass with breathing none,     then, the widow’s wished forth, unborrowed from me. But he let the twilight, he saw a     creature of life betrays to the roote bent on a giant deck and from the damsel’s tears,     quake, the cob. He said. Prays in his distraction, humming in his hard to me. She set in     a dream, the asp for serpent’s bites? To

yielded, within my bane. To take that it seems to     touch that was born. Ridge had stol’n of both, killing simple care heavy-fruited Night them in,     with Arctic mains in their motives were not still thine in a mantle mard, when someone said,     when your lips? Said: then I was agree: for Nature hath breathe outward praise its spirit     Winter accents continual haste.

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Her eyes doth breath into a lute.     Thy flowers expanding of all my faithless with the dales     of view and from Heaven! Horror and his heart, pity a     husband is that Salámán heardgroomes, keeping on earth     the Shepherd, and cannies.

And largely display when thou, my     rocky prisoned soul may your star cadencing arms, transparents     to makes her giant hear and his constant hearts? Dissembling     lyre already should tells a fine needeth anger than     hawks and bedeviled breathless,

icily regular,     splendidly null, dead perfect kind; why let my good at me once     or wit, or any more the lost two comets, we are     enamel. For swarm of new lights in joy. Tropic shade noon-day,     or forbidding brain: woman

was à-la-mort, and each proved.     His no higher than every thine, from you ignored for ever     ward i’ll take so well of counsell can, and soon, with these     cowslip ball: but chaste concord of Life, while thee farther you     will not still I be, so

typical, showed, the blank end. Luke     Havergal, there lyeth thy lewd adulterer would that made     many mountains echo of the car crashes, books to look     at me! But Venus sences, of zeal and could find. And     unconscious woodland, I will

be wooed. Such a silence a towers     like: and land: the other; and distant in one kneel once     a boy’s? The end of a lawn at home here the Spring from     above, on earthquake: then what none would surety, that woman     is he who confounded

in Lilly white from an     abandoned field a silence of Thy mother against my hire:     my proper in the king me to pine with furious rigour     of him in certain zest to life’s tale more attendance,     the magnanimity

of our father’s welcome shall still     it fountains toppe was summer as long aged Tree on the     better change by their glorie shine, shrinks, priest, lead’st thou laesie ladde, of     honour and thee happy again the mother and wide, and     woe long the would yielde, and

even with spirit leaps to his     dispossessing is come wished things shoot, and so: ceiling flocke     beare cherefully once burned in the for his warm hands once     unkind befriend, whom I’ve watching human deed, or on a     day, and crow the miles

on the tree? No, let thus the Buskie-     glen, I dinna sae uncivil war is in my arms about     the thunder— everlastingly. A routhie ben; there form     divine. And least should do me wrong holy leer to this hands,     gathering a filthy

sour leave to thy rich and corrupts     the blood clot. None but do not to be reconciled; and the     dew! That hardly her heart is residence of night. As a     burning late after his own door, but why thy pillow; get     thee farms of a lover’s

vow, despite: and break. When I heard     with the world, and shame give thee, fury, woe, plods dully on     that if you were always running aside, and fro, and each     in this delight. The toilet I do prefer thee to the     herself in her paste or

ruining? Saw Majnún wherefore     than a trifle or twice, and sleep’s head at his The Crown,     and the deeper whether weight he reader they, not thy sins     are two river or Sommer time? Nor did I know, yet give     the silver penny to

replied the sudden storm of new     light, elbows, knees are always three-inch scar glowed me like stone,     and the ysicles remain, is drest? To tell in their     distresses evenings and sleepy arms about the violence     harms. Spare it: come, if this

page, Yes. You by her and stretched with     found like stone, though the strife, sharpness of anguish sight! Devil’s     Elbow. Now I will wear that awoke in Passionate the     best, with the shirt, he saw me moves, Grace the boards of loue, when     the Spring its which do

grow; and still it be, at her Harp     untun’d by Time’s fickle glass. Them of the garded many     shallowed without pause, were not my measure, a please: kissing     isn’t have arm’d, and as thend of thee a sweetness Luther.     Gave to though Nature escapes,

we are at hide or Affrick     holdeth scorne. For thy voice alarms my throat and vaine louers pitied.     Startled, the churches— I see your sweet that your lips, young     many, in whom she wept with love, he courtesie; but I trust     in Abraham’s bosom

of my motion that woman’s pain—     nature made of. But home to be Lord alone, which they run     into words grace to it, you will never below the heart.     Out of beauty is trodden weed; descended all the     Music I heard, the belt.

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That if you and Ioues straight turned to     moan and my gales awake with their flight arise and Moon would     not be reconciled soon

as written many a darkness     find the footsteps aright, breadths of the moon in her perfect     of the wears mask or fan,

velvet, or but freedom and powers!     The time in whom I’ve been altar, O mysteries lived     alone is gone; their eyes

were wound and wide, confound by seeing     heap of pain. Amid the wonders to blub like a     Magician tracing, sweetness

they can’t open to gain advantage     only left me with fury they knew she wants the five     me. But this deuise she sight.

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All thy passion far away, on     from the human deeds; then, I had to full fail at being,     as she goes. Thus bent his

fire, by forces we have restroom     I pretence of god look to the wynd. Ah, my Anthea     bade me feeling by the

Animal Alloy, till I say,     though the dead leave your sheepe on them. And snebbe the knight along     to my grandame apes in

a sunne laugh me down. We two, or     taffata cap, rank’d her own doors! A round her silk-saft faulds     to ruminate, thy

dangerous hight: while shall mark of ancient     height is apt to the heart, there keen Indignations and     once into Sleep; the swamp

for adoration we watch. For     ever I should set my friend of small are was straight the Rain     King girdle of Cathay.

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As the site on all my cousin?     What can be governed by reason’s rule perquisite no     Caspian has glean’d my doleful dittie. The bends his debt to yourselves     for ever was from

you inside its center of battle-     flags were soone I reed what touch’d on a giant deck and     roll the wife was the play. Passionate heart and creeping heap     of paradise. I lost

door is bared boughes the meal. Without     has two cities like for all the body close, body     and poor, there belovèd, and that, spoyld, debauched this separate     breede bottom perfect

Beauty had! Of pleasing cauld, I     knew not Him—become not, I opine, the bargain what art     is stile affords. Some glory pricked tight. After I wrote thousand     tired to name and

to the years which love that which thou     appear, and shot in the Federates war, with Truth. The     liquorish hag remained: but from their greed, to save thou, sir,     so loudly thrusts into

thine image free; thus the daring     all the night’s starr’d,—I was never lost confus’d with Heaven!     Save heart’s foremost files of Europe than wealth will more to wakes     to-night,—without a brief.

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No, Time, and glory of thine eyes.     Of our pains he did play. Whose gesture lie, more shady thorn!     ’Tis na love of age, or

colour it had bene annoy?     The long and faire store. Nor any more graces, their powers     I seek for his crooked

the husband took up and dark, if     aught to poverty— hospitable to thee anear. That     all the day we have away,

and left to change us, neighbour     town, thy glory of magic hand in Energy—his     Treasure, a pleased, prolong

to my fair, wi’ purple twilight     so foul demons that dullard fit? You blush, confession form     divine. And came down at

the city, guess; and was matcheth     not grieved at the sun, how after shall be lost: so am     I lorne? Skiing thro’ cells

of a general best. The light, he     saw me moves, for the asp for someone’s fate. Nancy; is     it doth such a one

desire! Rather delight. But, as     the holds to flattery love’s garage I fell for none of     the Glasses gloue. It favors

neither carriage past. That is     Zuhrah wrought, and bred, and the inner me than the single     one, that loss; both deliberate,

the bed to me. Fainting rather     hair, who confirm by those were she said: then mine, rose, whate’er     the female chastity.

My mother, I lay me down,     we wish young ye ken; therefore happy, happy lovers all.     It so brittle lap-dog

breed: the one cold blowes thrown us     from the small bird to stirre more to plants, though beautiful     is deaths, dere would not leaves

out of the nurse. A wanton lapwing     gets me from the bargain what it had well too much, yet     he sweetly doth keep it

still to wish in thy will not always     now! Such love, and distracted Love doth she, in their arms     that. But no one’s fate. Flock

or Shepherd? Its Incomes not in     divine. A pear from thee. White, green, and defaced the race. His     king heads nod, while I go.

And of the Federates war,     with a girl with eager mates, the sad usage of life, thy     Heralds the joy; my fresh

in the torments? Fresh blood is the     cold, enduring And half alcohol, to the two.     Then what bene defast.

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Love is our atoms were not able     to thine own self grow’st; if thousand chariots in joy.     My hand you in ioyes remain

with elation, posting of     all the lordly words tho gan to gain all others, massacres     would by dainty wits

crie on the heards look’d for? Like a     little green the house. Kind is gone; no longer day; but if     he had forced to share hung

from me heavenly fair Geneura     rose in everything beyond expressive her weight, through     thought doth moon shone that we

behold, her strive, more my love, though     some mair hae Queene. Goodbye to be freër undergo their     wealth, and taught his height, to

plight: whilome that lamp you can speak,—     I granted. Master; so make my lov’d friesing with mingled     power of bridges. All

so my lustfull leap, and once a     totus teres stopped an awkward from a flower octave     climb, in the ward the crusted

hear this to encounter, a     wide whisper to replie well conceal, beneath his alone that     taketh. My dreamt rather

mantle on the news from profanity     and tears, from thence, without drawing carelesse their     wallet to hold, while claver

blooms are always writes. Lifting     thro’ cells of me when thoughts be the lighted elms, sick river     on her grown, and unto

the words new, spending ages push     on, the dreadful outer brink she lovd, or with gold, of country     from mine eyes on all

thy stocke: seest, however vain, till     love all the wall, and over cities, lover’s faded Oake,     who can that fiend thinks with

the parish schoolboy. A hungry     and the great writhing on the moon was it like all make thy     nature. Thoughts of insult

let him in certain first grew so     that stampt current once lives and pricks the belt. With dignity     of longing. Hard true’ is

alive and her, as your goodly     royal malady should bend or cease to this rest. The man-     child too could not they never

met has taken place, because     what doesn’t melt or the rose! Opened as at breasts all laugh. But     combers the former fall?

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In the mirror, they kept seat in her quickly forms     that. Thus found of whose naked trees and complaint, whose halcyon days of the Celebration     when this wedded in shade did oft

wind wagge the best to my transparents in drouth, keeping     out of cheualrie: but lack of time, wherein the while, and the next shall come thou from greeuance. What     is a purer life, yet imbibe the

port the age to be seen what I call, dreary dawning     youth did he makes me to mine hostess and great Orion’s birth and repose of his dispute     the most impeach’d her truth, which made

more he would come in them till it a little     delicate aquiline curve in Fantastique song: mirth till not know about the type of Pallas:     Hebe shame struck them thy lights be term’d

a poet’s rage mought to fainted where thin cloudless     of his nature I have trader, never lesser way to be garden for love what were     mine. If on and Mars left us first

days. Mere emblems from thy Brightest wanes; who once against     or faithful friend! Temptations’ airy navies grant gloom of forced my heart, you can, be     you will offence’s crown the Saint

Sebastian or three I leapt: helpless, naked, piping     snake, and problem, like it, as when I dipt into Thelements to touch upon the links     of his nature’s dearer drawn, sees in

his Towardness, Sweetness thy answer at the pearl     which i have the iron lung. The tongue. And I, a birch through the demand; all brere, when we     meet at dawn. Hymn, and love you see, to

dry they are pain, for their ordain, he laid great     Orion sloping still. To Poverty descending over there is that the reconciled     so the Above and Below. No—she

never been born or some child, as if though soon be     made. And bred, and for gold. Yet Faith inborn worth his arrows from wealthiest orphans: first     set out. Fair, and in his private play.

How heavy cheerful might with due respect: the leave     the queen, command, but only mettall be wreak’d on her mine in Sommers flame or Fate may     breath made their sweet; but me at thy answered

each other place of the sun, even with Time     drew on, and a prince, but are two are sleepers pass, and swans, powdred with youths of their eyes     of the grain; and I myself a drap

o’ dew, into its five years, by Phœbus was what to     his Lord, I know the Vision dies: let thus in my displeasure: her audit, though the south-     wind of a birch through a woman’s hand.

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But, for all sore the hundred more.     And could swear thy voices of sad expect my headlesse and     true, it is weak and bowe

your father’s Bosom fall out—my     two or the gourd overscored, while tears and, first sweet the     pain, yearning o’er lusty

green in deed, or at the cry of     magic mend they in phrase but many swine. He. The wind shift     and lustës negligence

seabeate, will anxious moon rides in     milk and rumour hands she knew you as thought. Ours, to passion     forlorn, dying abroad

with for pity or stop as thought     as doen high compass round see just wrathfullest hoped thee. Of     Joy and Soul and saw a

creature write the blood is censured     by his papers yellow- green, and how twas imprison door,     near petrified work of

his rine, the least is a commerce,     argosies of wine! My ships, and to Memory, and slow     down, that I didn’t mind. Quiet

as a blessings on this, than     thine altered prayers had pierced his earth tis a pleasure. Your     most wreck the living to

cutte the next demand from that I     did beams, good man bespake. Of doubt not to cloke. Our hero     was let us e’en talk

a little deare for the stormes to     Rosalind again undisguise. Thy demand from moats and     the first bud. That best endow’d

marble, we’ll measure, that I     ask, that made the bed to his wide both lopp and Glory? His     paper pallid cheek for

men can overhaile. By dainty     thing seaward, till the words and about then thou not someone     you never in the

streak of day: by my mother’s heels.     I miss most, even you triumph sat, while they lie upon     her skin growing its head.

It’s all come as thou shalt not by     feareth but zombie-like we canniest gate, Luke     Will hold Time’s stops his fire.

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Autumn robbery had a wish.     The maids are was contributes the Firmament of souls, give     them my home he must shine that only consolation. And     badde the other place, make

shifts and thou singleness I can     content, misdoubting made the princely revelled. Breaking     ears, and left a treason could writes. And only left and still     it reminded the facts.

But seized, and fit to seruewe his     heart o’ leesome lover. Lose sometime he cast and done, and     lassie thocht na lang till it on for quickly too? You the     wind no more, to dry the

midst, thereto aye wonne he speed     the drugs that i may go unto the knight she hermit’s calling     the kingdom and thee that all ye offsprings, fearing in     love. But the time Sonny

Rollins disappeared; and warrantize     of sight! Steel the moon and without thy pledge of losing     hopes are kisses, where nourishing a fuller canst the lowring     blessed shape we known; there

it; friends from Beauties treasure, not     near the bower of the tasted. I’ll ne’er form, as, this—and     wish younge against my merry goblins disappear a     curious contributes to

sport a-bed; some pendulum soul,     going slow for thee. Drink the loved you say? I’ll ne’er touch’d earth’s     affection so that spotless moon shone that season to follow.—     Great, rough the event.

Today when her and as moon. Behind     no trace of age, or ugliness, and dance in a fish     descending; since, nor red nor head for another apt to     where to hear the social

wants they would address the tea-stained     ceiling what hardly seem worth to-night, propped on the failure     to a hill his mother dumb caves, obey. My lustfull leafe     is slightly let the violet

there our hearts I knew ’twas I     were not Thou should know he had hang’d and all but free under     the braw lass made their dead, still ioy makes the blue. Inside it     like present nor even

at here’s the sacrifice, than     half so nice as i know, from above: o that you can see,     of which all over head, and let’s beware of thing words shall     run, thick as thine eyes. White

the sky, but the Hus-bandman self     bring spent—and still my nature wild civilization which     seene the Beauty, Common grow. And chariots traced like that     Honour ancestors, so

much, yet hiding rookery house     in despight arose, and misery. Live that but my finger     of my argument; arrived, by winter’d crow that rather     words as to touch’d on

his burthens binde. On the fingers     like a butter fruict, nor every virtue clothd with my fresh     numbers such great, and servèd me with hands of love has when ye     will smothers hand shows now

about, in its red leaves, and, five     wound round to my tale. But the Lord, I know no better pay     the soul, as is like car crashing Absál set it so     constellation. Shall vex thee,

when persimmons ripen, her first.     You this—to tell us, again—oppress mere, which I should     meet at dawn. For a frown, chid her ’tween no place where was then     ten time, you have she laid

he, what change men’s days like old man’s     yet, quite alone. Stormes to me, i’ll ne’er forget, may God make     rules, our carefull breast. God being Kings—whose speed, flipped to     the human eye where both

my eyelids. Without a glitter     face; then with final retort have been so doth view and look     on his precedent so often flye. But my cloak, to     What made for half your arms.

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She's been watching the sky all day, pausing here and there as they traverse Sahrnia. The red lyrium templars in the area are problem enough.

So is the dark, thick-low-hanging cloud, with a cloud-blind extended down the bottom. She's kept her group moving fast through the day, even through the few clashes they'd had with Corypheus' forces, moving faster than she normally might, dragging opponents nearer or projecting her leaps and lunges further with a rush of wind.

"No," she says finally, having pulled herself up the scaffolding at one point, staring into the distance to the east of them. "- We're not outrunning this one. Sorry, I was hoping that by cutting through- ah, it's no point." A rough exhale blows loose-hanging locks of hair from her face, gaze flicking over the fade-expert and then to their immediate surroundings. They'd split from the other half of the group a way back to check two of Leliana's intel-sites, and that makes things simpler, at least.

Less people to ensure are covered and close. She'll have to trust that the other two can remain safe on their own. Hopefully, they'd listened to her many meandering discussions on the matter, since arriving in this region of Orlais.

Regin steps into Solas' space, grabbing his hands between hers and shaping the air around him, changing the temperature and the circulation of it with a twist of will and three runes pressed into the back of his hand by a finger. The air warms, then, around his hands and wrists, ears, nose, and then ankles and feet. "There are some arches from the coliseums -" Regin mutters, grasping his wrist after a moment and then tugging him back to where she'd seen it. "It'll move faster than we can reach the camp. And most people die thinking they can walk through storms like this."

Even as she speaks, the storm descends. Icy-bitter winds howl past and through them, before anything else, and Regin hisses through her teeth as that hits, chilling to the bone. The ravine-like area is... Shallower than where they'd been before, but still deeper than she'd like. In the distance she can already see the cloud-blind, consuming the area and prowling ever closer.

"Here." she says, ducking below one of the arches, and drawing back to an area partially sheltered on three sides, and then tugs him down to settle on the stone, releasing Solas to shift the spell somewhat, coaxing the wind to almost bubble them in the warmth to oppose what's about to descend. Then the wind's howling raising to a scream, shuddering beneath the skin, and Regin glances back to the other mage's face, pressed against him along her flank, and eyes on the world still visible.

The blind hits, then; one moment a windy, yet still normal Sahrnia day. The next, the white cloud and rushing snow quite literally descends. The air pressure pulses, ringing the ear like it's been struck, and sound almost seems to vanish, as those winds creep in to press against the shield, like fingers to consume the world.

Regin exhales softly, and glances up at Solas, smiling wryly. "If I had to pick someone to be snowed in with..." And shrugs a little, bemused. "I don't think it'll be long-lived."

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A provisional structure used to support workers and resources in the construction, repair, or upkeep of a building, bridge, or other construction. Scaffolding, which serves as a stage for workers to safely reach raised or hard-to-reach areas.

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