#royal punch commission

[ghostibus]

Been a while since I posted, I got to finish this commission for @waezi2 very lovely characters from Royal Punch ^^ had fun designing them

[okkennymay]

Commission for @waezi2

Oh Connie and Atsidas~ I never stop loving these two, you may have seen them a couple times before UvO

Man, a worked up water mage is just awful to have around drinks i gotta say, someones gonna have to clean those spills

[wummbo]

Commission for @waezi2 of his original characters Clarabelle (Minotaur) and Burgess (Goblin) from his novel “Royal Punch”. It’s a really interesting story and 10/10 recommend checking out his page for more

Commission Info

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

THE IMPACT OF CLASSIFICATION

"First-hand accounts and First Nations historical texts describe how the Indian/Interdiction classification was detrimental to First Nations communities across the province. As the historian Brian Maracle (1993: 44-45) writes:

The law didn't stop or prevent Indians from drinking, but it did change the way they drank for the worse. Since Indians were forbidden to buy liquor, they frequently resorted to drinking other far more dangerous intoxicants. More ominously, Indians also had to guzzle their beer, wine or liquor as quickly as possible to keep from being arrested.

A man from Sioux Lookout told the Ontario Legislature's Select Committee on Indian Affairs that the source of Indian drinking behaviours was the differential treatment created by the classification system, arguing that ""Fire water' has been coming in ever since" the First Nations prohibition was put in place, "and we are not able to stop it."

Would [First Nations people] not feel better if they could go in the front door like men rather than creep like thieves to get liquor from bootleggers? They go to a bootlegger and pay $5 and $10 for home brew, poisonous stuff. A few drinks of it will make you crazy, but you have held the Indians down so that they have to do that. (Ontario 1953: 521-22)

Prohibition on the reserves supported bootlegging and turned drinking into hide-and-seek contests, as many chiefs have pointed out. It thus intensified and distorted First Nations consumption and heightened cultural associations of alcoholic behaviour with Indians. This was true especially in the regional centres of Northern Ontario and for people who came there from smaller, remote communities. Once in these centres, First Nations people from remote reserves were also more likely to be classified as fitting the prototype. As an Indian of Kenora noted:

I have been placed in jail here in Kenora when I was sober. And I was jailed for one week. My charge was being drunk on the streets. I hadn't had a drink" (Ontario 1953: 92).

It was, then, not only liquor that determined high-risk and related behaviours. "Indianness" also played a vital role: the classification system overrode reality by collapsing any difference. In one case a judge explained that distinguishing between an Indian and a drunk required an expert eye:

As to his manner of walking we have only the last witness for the crown, who only knew [the "Indian"] for three months, and I don't think he is in a position to judge. We do know, I think, that Indians I have seen at Kamsack very often are not particularly soldierly in their bearing. (Richards v. Cote [1962] 40 W.W.R. 340)

Even an informal apprehension of gait could be attached to the prototype and help smooth the convergence between category and reality. To this day in Northern Ontario remote small-town LCBO outlets located near reserves are flashpoints for racial tensions as Band members walk into town. Meanwhile bootleggers stock up on booze for resale to alcohol-free reserves further afield. More recently in some Northern communities, bootlegging has been displaced by the resale trade in prescription drugs.

The conjoining of the "Indian" and "drunkard" prototypes was so strong that supposed racial aspects of being Indian attached themselves to non-Indian alcohol abusers. The Interdiction or "Indian List" became culturally conceptualized as exclusively containing the names of First Nations peoples. Some white people thought that they couldn't possibly be put on the Interdiction List or be labelled alcoholics simply because they were Caucasian (LCBO Interdiction List: File no. 3). As Valverde explains

The largely impoverished and largely rural Ontarians of various European backgrounds who sought interdiction for their relatives in effect turned the alcoholic relatives into symbolic Indians.

Further, this symbolic redefinition could have extra-symbolic effects. A listed person was also conceptually an "Indian," and individuals added to the list saw the same loss of legal rights as those legally defined as Indians or Non-Treaty Indians. Under the Liquor Control Act their homes and private property could be, to use an intentionally ugly term, "reservationized" by means of conversion into a public place: the possession of alcohol would no longer be allowed within them and police would no longer be required to have search warrants to enter them. It is per ashaps no accident that Indians were very familiar with lists because they were accustomed to the membership politics of Band Lists and the registration processes of the Indian Registry (see Imai 1998: 26ff; Reiter 1991: 120).

As a means of addressing the "drunken Indian" stereotype, First Nations groups such as the Aboriginal Health Organization and others sought to re-develop the sense of First Nations identity and understanding that predated alcohol-summarized by the phrase "Drinking is not Indian (Aboriginal Health Organization cited in Campbell 2008: 118; see also Warry 1998: 139). This reconceptualization was introduced as a means of dealing with alcohol abuse and of breaking alcohol’s link in the construction and conceptualization of First Nations cultural and personal identities. Although this link between accepted discourses and alcohol abuse requires further investigation and substantiation, it nonetheless provides support for our theoretical understanding of classification and convergence. This finding parallels what others have discovered about the legal constructions of First Nations women as "bad mothers" - another area in which the ideology of motherhood, underwritten by assumptions about the race, class, and gender of First Nations women, converges with the punitive interests of child welfare law.

- Gary Genosko and Scott Thompson, Punched Drunk: Alcohol, Surveillance and the LCBO 1927–1975. Winnipeg and Halifax: Fernwood Press, 2009. p. 185-186.

[siderealscribblings]

Goin back to back this weekend; have some early access Games of Divinity

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By the time Makoto touched down in the merchant district, he was reasonably sure he had shaken Furina’s gardes and any nosy Tri-Commission officers that were looking for him. He didn’t care to be fussed over by would-be babysitters and he didn’t want to involve Miko unless he absolutely had to. Makoto held grudges like misers held money, and the one against Miko he held close to his heart.  

Touching down in an alleyway, Makoto vaulted a row of boxes and slipped into the bustling crowd. The streets were packed with vendors selling everything from hand-cut cor lapis jewelry to fried dough balls from Mondstadt. Dialects from all corners of the world floated above music playing from cafes and street performers drew small crowds that made navigating the streets difficult. It was easy to get lost in the crowd by tugging his hat down and following a pack of mercenaries from Sumeru. Makoto’s contact didn’t give him an address but he didn’t need one; he just strained his ears listening for a familiar melody. Every bard worth their salt would be performing this weekend; he just needed to listen until found the one he was looking for. 

“A foreign prince wandering alone in a mysterious country…that sounds like the start of a good story.”

A warm wind jostled Makoto’s earrings and he turned to meet a slender young man dressed in dandelion green and sipping on a frozen drink through a straw. 

“Or a bad light novel,” Makoto said, watching Venti lick some of the blue syrup off his hand. “What the hell is that and where did you get it?” 

“It’s a firewine slush; snagged it from one of the merchants down the road,” Venti replied, taking a long drag through the straw with a wince. “Ahh, coldcoldcold!” 

“Every day I wake up and regret accepting your patronage,” Makoto sighed, accepting an arm around his shoulder with only mild squirming.

People touching him was new and unusual, but Barbatos had no concept of personal space and hadn’t since Makoto had first made the god’s acquaintance behind a stack of wine barrels in Ritou. Living his life in a golden cage made it hard to make actual friends and he had to take companionship where he could get it. At least Venti didn’t kiss his ass like his courtiers did; it was actually refreshing to have someone unafraid to call Makoto an idiot to his face. 

“Come on, we all know I’m the best thing that happened to you, chickadee,” Venti said, flicking the Anemo Vision dangling from Makoto’s necklace. “You get here okay?”

“Well enough; I landed on Focalors’ palace and got an earful from her,” Makoto snickered. 

“Oh, you met Her Royal Sogginess already?” Venti said, swinging in front of Makoto and walking backwards so they could talk. “How did you find her?” 

“...short.” 

“You’re one to talk.” 

“You’re one to talk about me talking,” Makoto sniffed. “What are you doing out here; you told me to find you playing in a tavern.” 

“I was…andthentheythrewmeout,” Venti muttered, busying his mouth with more alcohol. 

“For what?” 

“Upstaging the other talent, I imagine,” Venti sighed airily. “The music of gods is not easily appreciated by mortals who only want hurdy-gurdy dance music about women with fat bottoms-” 

“You need to stop drinking,” Makoto said, snatching the nearly empty mug away from Venti and taking a sniff. “Yech, this smells like a blueberry pissed in a jar of rubbing alcohol.” 

“Tastes like it too,” Venti burped. “Still the only thing in this city with any punch to it…where’s Miko?”

“Fraternizing with Focalors I guess,” Makoto shrugged. “How the hell should I know?” 

“I said bring her,” Venti sighed. 

“I’m not her bloody babysitter,”  Makoto sneered. “After two weeks on a boat, I need a break from Guuji Yae’s wit…or what passes for it.” 

“I thought I told you this was serious?” Venti said, as seriously as someone with blue slushee lips could. 

“If it’s so serious, why are you drunk?” 

“Because it’s serious!” Venti hissed, grabbing Makoto’s elbow and dragging him down a side-street away from the bustling crowds. “Look, in all likelihood, everything is going to be sunshine and kittens; cold wars are cold because nobody wants them to get hot. We just need to make a few sparks, swing our metaphorical spears around—literal spears in Morax’s case—and hope everything stabilizes before the party ends!” 

“...and if it doesn’t?” Makoto asked. 

“To be honest…I haven’t thought that far ahead; I got to the call-Morax part of the plan and hopefully he will help me out with the next part,” Venti said brightly. “Relax; all you need to do is look pretty and try not to make too many enemies at the punch table.” 

“I can promise to do neither,” Makoto grumbled. “When is that old snake supposed to get here?” 

“Who are you referring to as a snake?” Makoto looked up, spying a slender figure with green hair perched on the ledge of a rooftop. 

“None of your concern,” Makoto sighed, shooing the stranger away and receiving a cold glare in return. “We’re in the middle of something; kindly find some other rooftop to haunt before I-” 

“Hang on, I know that voice!” Venti cried, snatching Makoto’s hat and using it to shield his eyes from the sun. “...hey, it is Xiao! What’s it been, twenty-five years since I last saw you?” 

“Twenty seven,” Xiao replied, hopping off the roof and landing light as a feather next to Venti. “Morax made no mention of your invitation to this gala…what are you doing here?” 

“Getting drunk,” Venti and Makoto replied at the same time. 

“That was a given,” Xiao sighed, looking Makoto up and down. “Who is this?” 

“Someone you should speak to with a little more respect,” Makoto said.

“Should I?” Xiao replied icily. 

“Heyyyyy let me introduce you guys!” Venti said, stepping between them before they could violently introduce themselves. “Makoto, Xiao; Xiao, Makoto. There, we’re all friends now.

“Are we?” Makoto asked. 

“You guys are both beloved and cherished Chosen of Anemo, so that practically makes us family!” Venti said, throwing his arms around both of their necks. “Where’s your man, Xiao?” 

“My…oh.” Xiao rolled his eyes. “Morax elected not to attend this gala to avoid ruffling the Hydro Sovereign's feathers…which I find remarkably considerate given that the last time he was here he was rudely assaulted by Neuvillette for no reason.” 

“The Hydro Sovereign?” Makoto echoed. “You told me he was a dragon, you didn’t tell me he was a Sovereign. Don’t tell me that fairy tale from Enkonomiya has any legitimate weight.” 

“It’s got more than weight; it has a big, scary dragon like all good fairy tales do,” Venti chuckled. “Speaking of dragons, I figured since Xiao was here, Morax would be as well but I haven’t seen scale or tail of that old sidewinder since I got here.” 

“Maybe he’s not coming; Miko said she spoke to someone from the Qixing before getting back on the boat, but for all I know she just moped around the bars until it was time to leave again,” Makoto shrugged.

“Wait, wait, are you telling me Morax might not have gotten my message?!” Venti hissed, grabbing Makoto’s lapels. 

“If you were that worried, you should have crawled out from a wine bottle and asked him yourself!” Makoto said, slapping Venti’s hands away. 

“Well why did you leave it up to Miko?! You should have gone yourself!” Venti snapped, poking Makoto in the chest. 

“Hi Qixing, it’s me, the son of the Raiden Shogun who nobody has heard about; please believe me and take me to your god!” Makoto sneered. “Miko is the only one of us with any goddamn clout!” 

“So you made her do your dirty work?!” 

“You’re making me do your dirty work; how is that any different?!” 

“Because you are my strongest-” Venti glanced at Xiao. “Second strongest soldier!” 

“Second strongest?!” 

“You’ve only had your Vision for ten years!” 

“I’ll show you second strongest you little-” 

“Oof, let go!” Xiao had witnessed many battles in his life, but the feeble struggle between two skinny little dandies was far and away the most pathetic fight he had ever seen. 

Lo and behold the Anemo Archon, Xiao thought, watching Venti fail to escape Makoto’s headlock. Thank Celestia Morax behaves with a little more dignity…I can’t imagine pledging myself to someone like-

“Psst, what’s going on?” 

“Barbatos and his new pet project are in the middle of-” Xiao flinched as he suddenly recognized the voice, whipping around to come face-to-face with a pair of glowing red eyes. “Wh-What are you doing here?” 

“Aiya, you ghost us for six months and that’s the first thing out of your mouth when you see me again?” Hu Tao sighed. “You might want to brush up on your manners before you meet Lady Furina; they’re touchy about manners in this country.” 

“Hey, is that Unbound Flame?” Venti’s voice was muffled by the cape Makoto had pulled over his head but a quick elbow to his gut freed him long enough to right his outfit. 

“It’s Hu Tao these days,” Hu Tao said. 

“Since when?” Venti asked. 

“Since the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor’s last director died and his ‘granddaughter’ took over the family business,” Hu Tao said cheerfully. “It pays to have mortals who will give you a cover story every once and a while. You still go by Venti?” 

“Why mess with a classic?” Venti chuckled. “On the subject of names, the oaf in the straw hat is-” 

“Makoto,” Makoto said, adjusting his hat with as much dignity as he could. “Let me guess, this lady is another random spirit from Liyue?” 

“Mmhmm!” Hu Tao said, eyes flickering as she leaned uncomfortably close and cocked her head. “And what does that make you? Not a god…not a person…not a spirit…and not an animal, unless you’re hiding a tail under that coat-” 

“A-Animal?”

“Nothing to be ashamed of; I was a butterfly before I learned to grow a body,” Hu Tao remarked, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. “You with Miko’s crew?” 

“She is with my crew, not the other way around!” Makoto insisted. “I have higher rank than she does; she’s just along to-” 

“Uh-huh, you’re very special,” Venti said, patting Makoto on the cheek absentmindedly. “Where’s your man, butterfly?” 

“Looking for you, songbird,” Hu Tao sighed, flicking a ring on her thumb inlaid with glowing golden stone. The ring pulsed, a wave of golden light rippling out and pinging off a heavy gold stone hanging off Xiao’s waist before spreading out and into the crowd.  “You are the biggest pain in the butt to get a hold of.” 

“You came here with Morax?” Xiao interjected. “He made me swear on his name to not start trouble in Fontaine; his presence here makes it very difficult to keep that promise.” 

“We’re not the ones starting trouble,” Hu Tao sighed. “Look, we have reason to believe that-” 

“Shhhh!” Venti hissed, pulling Hu Tao deeper into the alleyway and nervously glancing around the street. “Don’t blow our cover…look, I would have told Morax about this last month so he could change his travel plans. But I got caught and had to lie low for a while. The fact that I made it here without my braids getting torn off is a small miracle, but-” 

Venti grabbed Xiao’s lapel, dragging him in and hissing something in his ear before he could be pushed off. 

“...what?” Xiao said flatly. “You’re sure?” 

“Nope…but I hope to be very soon,” Venti said. “And if I am sure, I hope to have someone taller and much stronger than me by my side to help prevent it. I would have liked the Shogun to be here as well, but-” 

“=you will have to make due with me.” Makoto glanced behind him, craning his neck up at a tall, immaculately dressed young man who somehow felt older than the stones beneath his feet. Venti was an Archon; Makoto had been birthed from an Archon’s power. Yet this man was different from both of them; even the air that Makoto had become attuned to seemed heavier in his presence and he carried himself like someone who had seen and slain worse things than Makoto could even imagine. 

The magnitude of Morax in the flesh was somehow diminished by the tower of doughnuts he carried around on a large wooden stick. 

“You’re here?” Xiao said, stumbling forward and moving to bow until Zhongli caught him under one arm. “I-I thought you were staying home.” 

“Apologies for the sudden change of plans but someone said this was urgent,” Zhongli said, eyes turning to Venti. “Barbatos.” 

“Morax,” Venti said, glancing at the tower of doughnuts Zhongli carried with him.“Have you been looking for doughnuts this whole time?” 

“I was looking for you; I look less suspicious if I pretend to be a partygoer,” Zhongli said, turning to Makoto with a curious cock of his head. “...Makoto, I presume?” 

“Rex…Lapis…Morax, or whatever you’re called,” Makoto said, attempting to maintain some of his dignity in the presence of someone older than even his mother. 

“Rex Lapis Morax…that’s a bit much, even for me,” Zhongli said with a thoughtful nod, offering his rod of donuts to Hu Tao. “You look like your mother.” 

“Not as much as I used to, thanks to your friend,” Makoto laughed bitterly, nodding in Venti’s direction. “Please tell me you don’t plan on fighting with a donut stick.” 

“Course not; I plan on fighting with a doughnut stick,” Hu Tao said, dumping the doughnuts on the ground and spinning the stick between her fingers. “Ooh, cherrywood; you know what I like!” 

“And here I was concerned that you didn’t bring any weapons,” Makoto sighed. “While we’re at it, does anyone want to get a sausage on a stick or a pretzel as a backup-ow!” 

Makoto winced as Hu Tao clocked him in the nose with the tip of her stick.  

“You’re trying to be funny, but I was burying angry ghosts with toothpicks while your mama was still learning to swing a spear,” Hu Tao said, tucking the stick into her belt. 

“I can vouch for that; it was…interesting to watch,” Zhongli mused, lost in a violent memory before realizing where he was. “All that to say, we ought to speak somewhere more private…” 

Snapping his fingers, a large brown and gold teapot materialized in front of him, hovering in the air suspended by small clouds. 

“...do you have teacups to go with that?” Makoto asked as Zhongli took the lid off the pot. “Or do we have to take turns sipping from the-hey!” 

Venti pushed him forward, watching as a cloud of mist swirled around him and sucked him into the teapot. 

“...Anemo exalts the strangest people,” Zhongli said.

“Hey, being an absolute weirdo is a prerequisite for receiving any Vision, including Geo Visions,” Venti huffed, watching as Zhongli replaced the lid on the teapot and banished it again with a snap of his fingers. “Are we not going in with him?” 

“...eventually,” Zhongli said, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “Before we do…tell me how you suspect someone is planning to kill the Hydro Archon.”

[baatarthefirst]

Truth Serum/Honesty

"The light demands the truth." Karim sneered at the human. She looked defiant, even though detained, outnumbered, and about to face the truth. He started with a few simple questions, "So tell me. Are you planning to harm Queen Janai? How many elves have you killed?"

It'd been quite the task to get her here. Karim heard of the general's impressive record for surviving ambushes. That despite her disabilty she was usually the first one to know something was amiss. He knew she'd never go with him willingly, but Kazi was another story. All the prince had to do was tell the young linguist that there was a surprise for the human outside camp. She hadn't suspected a thing because Kazi had not suspected a thing.

It didn't mean that the soldier was in the dark as long as they'd hoped. She got suspicious early, thankfully, he brought twenty of Lux Aurea's best with him. And no one was permanently injured. Now, she was on her knees. Her feet, waist, torso and neck were all tied tightly against the cave floor and five arrows pointing in her direction (and the mousy elf cuffed and slumping over with guilt). General Amaya was ready for the spell.

The priests, ready as Karim to show Queen Janai this human's true intentions -to show her that having a pure heart did not make the general their ally-, preformed a spell that forced anyone in the circle to answer any question honestly.

*hand signals*

"Well, what did she say?" Karim asked Kazi. The elf seemed reluctant to answer, "Tell us what she said; word for word. If she really is our friend, then she had nothing to fear."

"Alright. She said, 'No.' and 'I didn't keep count'." Kazi said meekly. Karim frowned,

"How could you not?!"

-There's no reason to. You only need to know how many people you personally killed if if you're going to brag about it, and I won't; not even about my enemies. My sister taught me better than that.- Amaya signed with an aggravated huff, Kazi translated. Karim huffed.

"What was your part in King Avizandum's assassination?" That would surely turn tempers. Janai would hate her, and if she didn't Queen Zubeia would still call for her head.

-I tried to stop them, but they didn't listen.- She might have won the group over if she didn't immediately follow with -Much as I wanted the bastard dead, Sarai always said we should only take life to save life.- Kazi stumbled and stammered through the interpretation, but they said each and every word.

"You dare insult the King of the Dragons?"

-I dare to insult everyone. You royals need some humility knocked into you from time to time.-

Karim practically growled, and was going to start an argument when Osato put a hand on his shoulder and whispered 'we need to stay on track'.

"What are you doing here?"

-You and your fucking goons ambushed me.- Obviously. He needed to be more specific.

"I meant 'what are you doing in Xadia'?"

-My nephew forced me to come.- The admission was given hesitantly, against her will.

"You see?" Karim said to the elves around him. "This human lied when she said she wanted to help."

-I did not. I want to help you. I would kill every monster in Lux Aurea and rebuild the city myself if I could.- The archers stance wavered, none of them seeing the general as a threat anymore. Karim had to take a few moments to let the shock wear off.

"But you had to be forced to help?"

"My nephews are young and orphaned, I should be in Katolis raising them. I was going to promote Commander Gren and resign my commission, but Ezran- Amaya tried to keep her hands still, they could see her physically fight not to move; the spell compelled her to sign -found out that Janai and I kissed. He's young and assumed that meant we were in love. So he sent me away.-

"You kissed my sister?!"

-Yes. Don't get your panties in a punch, princess, it was just a kiss. A goodbye kiss because we didn't think we'd see each other ever again. It's not like I got her pregnant.-

"What are your intentions with my sister?"

-I don't know. She's amazing, I really like her, hell I probably be half in love. I wouldn't mind fucking her- - Kazi stopped to warn Prince Karim that he may not want to hear that last bit. He regretted saying yes. - - but she's going through so much at the moment. Right now my intentions are to help her get through losing her sister so she doesn't end up like me.-

Bow strings loosened and lowered, the elves looked at each other, suddenly the queen's friendship..."friendship" with this human made a little more sense. General Amaya was a ally to the Sunfire. Karim's head lowered at the mention of Khessa. Osato entered the circle and cut Amaya free.

It was a rather awkward ride home. Amaya made no move to attack anyone but she glared daggers at the elven prince. He was too far above this human to hunker down, besides, he had a duty to protect his queen and sister.

At the camp entrance, the soldiers veered away and returned to their duties. Amaya was going the center of the camp; to Janai. Karim went along, wanting to tell his story when the general voiced her complaint. Kazi went along to interpret, and also to apologize again for unknowing leading General Amaya into a trap.

They had to wait for a meeting to end. Janai and her advisors were bent over a map for a good half an hour, giving Karim enough time to get his defense together. While it was true, he did nothing wrong, Janai was fond of this human. He could tell the general's feelings were returned. She might side with her just to stay on her good graces.

"Hey, were have you two been?" Janai's face lit up as she realized her two favorite people were there.

"I wished to-" He was rudely interrupted by Amaya via Kazi. The fact a commoner would do that surprised him. It shouldn't, but it did. It surprised him so much he actually allowed it.

-Karim pulled me aside to have a chat.- She said without annoyance. Just like someone would say that they asked about the weather.

"Oh?" her face morphed into one of suspicion, "What about?"

-He was telling me a few of your less graceful moments. I especially enjoyed that awkward birthday party.- Amaya grinned. The grin turned into a full evil smirk when the queen began to blush.

"You told her about that?!" Just as Janai was about to throttle her little brother for telling Amaya about that party, her aid came in and beckoned her to her next meeting, "We will speak about this later. General we could use your input."

-Yes. I'll be along.-

"Why did you tell her that?"

-You were trying to look after your sister. I can respect that.- She shrugged.

"And how did you know about that party?"

-Everyone's had an awkward birthday party. I expect you to tell me exactly what happened later.- She gave a short bow and began to walk away. Karim let the relief start to sink in. He was about to follow when she and Kazi turned -And Prince Karim!-

"Yes?"

-You do anything like that again, and I will beat your ass from here to to the Breach.-

[xiaomainlmao]

A/n- Was listening to a royal Cyno playlist when this came to my mind.

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"A very special meeting you said, eh? Why am I the only one here then." Your smirk never left your face. You knew exactly what the eremites wanted- a chance at the throne.

"Oh there are a bunch of things I want from you- your life, your position, your body or maybe even your hand," the mercenary stated, and you were already aware the things on his list would be far from normal but this? The audacity! Your patience was already running thin. "Tonight, however, your Highness," he spat your title with pure loathe, "I want to expose your true identity."

"Oh? Are you indicating that I'm hiding my true self? And if so, how will you reveal it I wonder."

"Are you taking this as a joke?" He grit his teeth, controlling his urge to lash out already, knowing that you weren't the worst of fighters.

All this, while you were aware of the many pair of eyes on you. Despite seeming like a near-deserted area, you knew that there were people surrounding you. But you also knew, that only one of the many there was actually going to save you in case things get rough. Only one... that the eremites couldn't have predicted to be there as well.

"Even if you do expose me now, I have nothing to lose. I could die here and our true goal would still be accomplished in the near future. And it is for that very reason, that I, tonight, am not afraid of what you tell the others about me." You pointed towards yourself, a maniacal laughter holding itself in. "What are you going to do? Scream it to the world that this "royal" family is now just a façade? That the original rulers had long since given up the thrown? Hahaha!" You couldn't hold your laughter after all. Something like this makes one look like they're the villain, the antagonist, but when it comes to actual, real life situations, who can decide who's in the right and who deserves to die?

No one! The real world is corrupted and there's no author to control it. And then, there's the blind dogs of the Ayn-al-Ahmer. The Tianquan of Liyue quoted, 'In this human age, we must fight on our strength alone!' But these fools will never understand that, not so long as they believe that their beloved, long gone King Desheret can solve the mysteries of life and death.

Do they really think that the gods even have a chance in the new era anymore? Mondstadt is taken care of by the Knights of Favonious, Liyue has its Qixing, Inazuma with its tri-commission, Fontaine with their judiciary…! And soon, you'll lay down the foundation of the new, evolved Akademiya that uses actual thinking rather than using the Akasha. You were to soon give up your throne in pursuit of an academic evolution either way, what did you have to lose tonight? Even Lesser Lord Kusanali has approved of the upcoming institution and was ready to watch from the sidelines and interfere only when required, just like how the Gods of the other nations were stepping back in the new era. Of course, people would still use their visions and considerer them to be the 'God's favour'. They still prayed to the Gods. But they were also determined to grow stronger as mortals. To let go of the Divine obsession, and be self-reliant. If only these stubborn eremites...

You dodged towards the left, as the eremite punched his right hand right where your face was a second ago. Your hand, that was behind your back this whole time, finally revealed the spear it was hoisting, as the eremite drew his hammer from his back using his left hand. Holding it with both his hands and steadying himself, he aimed at you again, this time, you blocked his blow by placing the polearm between you both. You pushed him backward, spinning the weapon in your arm as you took in your surroundings once more.

A couple more eremites jumped out of their hiding, their weapons aiming for you. You dodged most of them, but there were just too many and you couldn't defend, dodge and fight at the same time. You were running out of breath.

Just as another eremite jumped behind you, his own spear above his head, you saw sparks of purple in the dark night. "Futile!" The eremite got pushed to the side, mid air, as Cyno came forward, alerting the eremites of the General Mahamatra's presence. His ruby eyes pierced through the eremite you had been talking to earlier, before looking towards you and giving you a small nod.

With him here, it was much easier to deal with the eremites. Just as the last of the eremites were left, you got pushed to the ground, two of them towering over you. You held them off with your spear in front of you until Cyno interfered and successfully got rid of them.

He lend you his hand and helped you up. "Can you walk?" "Ah… I think I sprained my ankle." "No worries." With one hand below your legs Cyno lifted you up, supporting your back with his other hand. He looked back to where the eremite leader lay on the ground, growling at the two of you, and he growled back.

Amidst the dying chaos, with some eremites still being confused as to how the General Mahamatra managed to catch up with you while the others wondered why your fighting style was so similar to the General's, Cyno walked off with you in his arms.

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[royalfamily-of-windemburg]

Prince Liam Performs First Official Commissioning at National Boxing Centre in Windemburg

In an event that marks the beginning of his career in the official duties of the royal family, Prince Liam, cousin of Queen Isabella, made his first official visit to the Windenburg National Boxing Centre.

During his visit, Prince Liam had the opportunity to talk to young boxers and coaches. He expressed his admiration for the effort and dedication required by contact sports, highlighting the importance of boxing not only as a physical discipline, but also as a means of cultivating the mind and character.

"Boxing is more than a sport; it is a way of life that teaches essential values ​​such as respect, discipline and resilience," said the Prince.

In an unexpected moment that generated great enthusiasm among those present, Prince Liam decided to put on his gloves and practice some punches in the ring. Under the guidance of one of the most experienced trainers at the center, he made it clear that his love for boxing is more than just a hobby.

Her first assignment has certainly been a success, and audiences are looking forward to seeing how she will continue to perform in her future royal duties.

Comments section:

Lucyworld0: I love that his first official mission combines his personal passion with something as important as health and wellness.

JohnMcDonalds: You could say Prince Liam is the prince of the ring, good job on his first mission as a working member of the royal family!

RegalRosie: Prince Liam is so handsome! He's still single, right? (wink, wink)

[ausetkmt]

Black nurses have shared their experiences of racism in the workplace, as the Royal College of Nursing (RCN) commemorates the 75th anniversary of Windrush at its annual conference this week.

In June 2018, the then home secretary, Sajid Javid, commissioned the Windrush Lessons Learned review – a report reflecting on the causes of the Windrush injustices. The independent review was in response to mounting evidence that members of the Windrush generation were losing jobs, homes and access to benefits, as well as being denied NHS treatment, detained, and forcibly deported to countries they left as children.

The findings, alongside the testimonies of black British citizens affected by the hostile environment, are truly anguishing.

Wendy Williams, the HM inspector of constabularyappointed as the independent reviewer, has examined the key legislative, policy and operational decisions that led to the Windrush injustices, and spoken to those who suffered grave and catastrophic consequences from becoming entangled in the government’s hostile immigration policies.

Williams’ review draws a stark conclusion: the UK’s treatment of the Windrush generation, and approach to immigration more broadly, was caused by institutional failures to understand race and racism. Their failures conform to certain aspects of Lord Macpherson’s definition of institutional racism, enshrined in the Macpherson report into the murder of Stephen Lawrence, published in 1999.

Macpherson defined institutional racism as: “The collective failure of an organisation to provide an appropriate and professional service to people because of their colour, culture, or ethnic origin. It can be seen or detected in processes, attitudes and behaviour which amount to discrimination through unwitting prejudice, ignorance, thoughtlessness and racist stereotyping which disadvantage minority ethnic people.”

The Windrush Lessons Learned review pulls no punches in describing the failure of ministers and officials to understand the nature of racism in Britain. It shows how the government’s hostile environment immigration policies had devastating impacts on the lives and families of black citizens within the UK.

The fact that black British people who had spent much of their lives in Britain, working and paying taxes, were accidental victims of the government’s immigration policies, perfectly illustrates how the coalition and Conservative governments not only failed to adhere to existing race relations legislation, but also showed a complete lack of understanding about “indirect discrimination” – a concept accepted in legislation as far back as the 1976 Race Relations Act.

Neither that lesson of “unintended discrimination”, nor the definition of “institutional racism” from the Macpherson report, seem to have been learned by Britain’s policymakers and politicians. Not only is intent irrelevant for assessing whether policies are racially discriminatory, but race equality laws (including the 2000 Race Relations Amendment Act and the public sector equality duty) appear to have made little difference to immigration and citizenship policies affecting people from different ethnic groups.

This reveals a shocking lack of understanding of what racism is – namely that it’s not solely about intent. In April 2018, the dramatic apology by the then prime minister, Theresa May, showed a failure to understand this lesson, when she insisted it wasn’t her government’s intent to disproportionately affect people from the Caribbean in the operation of hostile environment immigration policy.

For policymakers and politicians to learn the profound lessons of the Windrush review, they must not only “right the wrongs” suffered by the Windrush generation (as well as those from other ethnic minority groups), but they must also understand how and why immigration and citizenship policies, and Home Office culture, have repeatedly discriminated against black and ethnic minority citizens over the decades.

The Windrush generation are owed a full apology – an apology that is based on understanding that their treatment wasn’t an accidental misfortune, but the result of institutional failure to understand the role of race and racism in Britain.

[anotherwvba]

WVBA Fighter Profile: Reina Adora

Ring Name: Reina Adora

Nickname: “La Realeza del Anillo”

Ranking: Minor Circuit Unranked

Record: 7-3-0 (5 KO)

Hometown: Tijuana, Mexico

Real Name: unknown

Age: unknown

Height / Weight: 5’4” / 143 lbs

Hair / Eyes: Black / Brown

Attire: white sports bra with green trim, green and red long wrestling tights with white trim, one of a variety of lucha masks, typically in a red, white, green color scheme; red gloves

Theme: "Queendom" by Moana A

Biography:

Reina Adora is a rudo legend in the world of lucha libre. She’s been a dominant force in the wrestling rings of three continents for more than ten years, but now, she seeks a different challenge. Little is known about Reina outside of her wrestling exploits and, now, her fledgling boxing career. What is known is that her real name, age, and face are known to the W.V.B.A. Commission, but are held secret by terms of her contract.

Her ring name, Reina Adora, is a portmanteau of the Spanish words for “Queen of Fighters”. It’s a name that she takes pride in, having won numerous championships in professional wrestling and even having a winning record in mixed martial arts. Seeing boxing as her last great challenge, her wrestling expertise having helped her in MMA, but largely useless in boxing, Reina has attacked the sport with an insatiable hunger.

Racking up an impressive record on the club circuits of Mexico, always wearing her mask, Reina has proven herself capable and willing to… fracture… the occasional rule. It seems you can take the wrestling out of the rudo, but not the rudo out of the wrestler. Reina enters the W.V.B.A., the biggest stage in boxing, to prove that she is what she claims to be, La Realeza del Anillo, The Royalty of the Ring. No matter the ring… whatever it takes.

Boxing Style: “The Rudo Royale”

You can take the wrestling away from the rudo, but you can’t take the rudo away from the wrestler. Reina is an unabashed heel in the ring. She knows it and she revels in it. To quote one of her heroes, “If you’re not cheating, you’re not trying.” Reina is a talented boxer, but it’s not her first discipline. She knows others are technically better boxers, but she’s a better fighter and fighters win by any means necessary.

Many of her tactics are best classified as “roughhouse” with Reina clinching, holding and hitting, pushing, not breaking clean, and the like. She’s aggressive and relentless, willing to take a punch to give one. If Reina can turn the fight into a brawl, she will. She’s also an expert at mind games, trash-talking her opponent, riling up the crowd, showboating, using aggressive body language, all in an attempt to frustrate her opponent into making mistakes. And if that weren’t enough, Reina’s lucha footwork and movement is foreign to most boxers, so that too will throw off opponents.

If she’s desperate, or if she simply wants to hurt and humiliate someone, Reina will dig into her rule-breaking bag of tricks from wrestling. Always trying to be careful to keep her conduct out of the ref’s sight, Reina’s not afraid to shoot in a quick elbow or headbutt (rumor has it that her mask is loaded), to thumb her opponent in the eye or throat. In her mind, it’s all legal if you don’t get caught. At the end of the day, Reina Adora is a fighter and rudo. Regardless of the fighting discipline, the win is all that matters and how you win doesn’t matter.

Power Punch: "La Corona Crush"

A running springboard off the middle rope back into a Superman punch to the jaw, usually preceded by a headbutt to stun her opponent.

[awritingcaitlin]

✨Rinnie is a sassy sorceress who doesn't ever want to admit she had feelings ever. But she is also bamf and capable of healing magic, though she'd much rather light stuff on fire.

📙Nathaniel the poor tired grad student who is also a Marine on a mission. He *doesn't* get paid enough for this and just wants that nice peaceful life. It would be such a shame if a war were to happen...

🔪Riela, my knife-wielding barmaid who knows way more about religion than she lets on. She has about 50 million secrets from her past so good luck figuring them all out. But she's also a hopeless romantic who dreams of getting swept off her feet.

🍺Killian, Captain of the Queen's Guard. On a mission to save said dying Queen. Has a YOLO attitude and pulls no punches. He also never seems to sleep for very long.

📘Taryn, Rinnie's bodyguard with benefits. Never actually intended to get feelings. Ended up in way over her head in a few things. Wicked smart and perceptive.

🧪Mica, resident kooky alchemist. Took a cognizance potion that one time and now her brain has filing cabinets inside for all sorts of information. Very good at chemical and alchemical reactions. Escaped from pirates, does *not* want to go home and get married.

🍎 Paul, the soft-spoken Marine who doesn't feel it is appropriate to take on too much responsibility, but will step up should the occasion come up. He grew up on a farm and is an apple cider snob.

🍻 Mama Cass, the wise sage. Older than she looks. Older than seems possible. She knows what kind of drink you want without asking. Unbelievably kind. Seen it all before. Her face holds a smile and doesn't seem to know how to do anything else.

⭐Ilani my beloved oracle. She has visions of the future and knows what will come true. Yet she does not let this hold her back. She is loving and unbelievably patient. She has such a rigid set of morals that has never let her down.

👊 Roderick, the man who punched an admiral and still got a commission. He plays a mean game of Royal Will. Such a strategist. Plays darts when he's thinking.

🧝‍♂️ Kanjo, the character who changed entire arcs with his inclusion. The dirty mage who can brawl with the best then clean up and be a gentleman - sometimes. Perpetually a staff NCO. A realist. Drives fast motorcycles.

🧝‍♀️Kiyo my darling bartender. Who can mix a drink whole only half paying attention. Who can make sushi in her sleep. Who knows that the ocean will take your cares away. Who was creating whirlpools and waterspouts by age twelve. Dirty mage tricks.

🌠Thea. Woman on a mission. Believes she's doing the right thing. Immensely powerful. Older than she looks and she looks immortal. But she has dark secrets no one can know. And she begs forgiveness from the one who does.

🟡Cael. Protector. Warrior. Quiet. He's an incredibly smart tactician. You will never beat him at chess. He's seen it all and more. Will follow those he loves to the death.

🌟Ciara, my darling child. I say, knowing she's in her 30s. Brute force magic. Very powerful. Can weaponize her magic to deadly degrees. No shame. Looks like she can kill you and will actually kill you. Fiercely protective. Loves deeply. Dreams of settling down one day.

🌬️Zeh'ave, the air elemental with amnesia. Does not remember who she was before. Had to learn how to function again and still does not have full control of her powers. Lightning fast with magic, has a strong sense of self preservation.

💙Lily, the kick ass demonic astral. Can shapeshift but prefers her resting form in it's blue, tailed, horned, and hooved glory. Did a huge service to the state when she was younger. Was raised on the streets but knows how to pretend to be proper.

😈Ashora, another kick ass demonic astral. Lives as a mercenary. Styles her hair around her horns. Super strong, super fast. Loves the adventure.

🔫Cami, the prisoner. Currently in a high security prison for her supposed safety because no one knows what to do about the fact that she's possessed by a dragon.

⚕️Aravae, the doctor who has learned to play ruthless political games in order to survive. She knows the ins and outs of political, legal, and medical spheres. Looks like a cinnamon roll, probably won't kill you. Hates direct confrontation. Will end the fight.

👧🏾Janna, sweet Janna. Giggly and boisterous. Just wants to set herself apart from her large family. Always kind, very perceptive.

👦🏽 Adrian, the quiet cook. Young and wide eyed. Dreams of a better future. Bakes really good bread. Saving up money for someone special.

🧒🏼Sean, the even quieter waiter. Works the graveyard shift. His day starts around noon and he goes straight from closing up the tavern to the fish market to buy fish for the next day. Lives at the tavern though, so it makes it easier.

[ghostibus]

Late commission posting for @waezi2 and the cool and collected Connie from Royal Punch!

[okkennymay]

When you've commissioned me as many time as @waezi2 has I can't help but go the extra mile, this was a birthday present for him featuring Ivan and Dimi!

Listen when you were raised a Princess and had all the finest luxuries avaliable and now live with a Minotaur Blacksmith in hiding from orcs that invaded you kingdom, wouldn't you go bonkers for a nice cake?

[wummbo]

-DING DING- commission for @waezi2 of his very cool character Dimi from his story Royal Punch.

Commission Info

[lunarianillusion]

A change in fate

A maribat fanfic

Chapter 10

Ofcourse after the small break of one akuma free day, the butterfly bitch shows his condom head again and creates a new puppet for her to fight. Just great. Luckily this particular one was not of the murder-go-lucky-kind, but was still very annoying.

The akumatized victim was dressed in a old fashioned jester costume, half and half mask, bells and all. With truly the most horrendous clashing color scheme imaginable. Making Marinette really questioned where the eye bleach was. Hawkmoth what were you thinking with this absolute atrocity to fashion! That aside the akumas power was the real problem for our dear peafowl wielder.

The jester of tears , as the were called, held the power to change her targets emotional state on a very drastic scale. Often leaving their victims incapacitated, out of fear, sadness, anger or laughter, out on the streets. Those raging and ever changing emotions were a large problem for the wielder of the miraculous of said emotions to deal with. As the emotional shifts were causing the peafowl hero a headache from the whiplash and made her lose her footing on multiple occasions. Making the battle that much harder the longer it carried on, but still it was not impossible.

With the aid of her new partner Medusa reseting when needed, Red Robin taking victims away from the battle ground (both working from the shadows) and the very late arrival of the incompetent ‘heroes’. The battle was taken care of witin an hour and upon its conclusion she quickly made her escape.

After all she had more important things to prepare for.

That night under the smog veiled stars Marinette sat transformed atop the Arc d’triomphe. Her partner and close friend Chloe paced around her watching their surroundings with her newly aquired miraculous enhanced vision. Clearly anxious even after they had the whole afternoon to prepare for the coming meeting. Thanks to one of the new rules put in order by the akuma plague.

1: akuma victims shall not be harassed, as they are not in control for their actions while transformed and do not remember the events of their akumatizations.

2: All schools will cancel all classes after an akuma attack.

3: during an attack everyone must evacuated to the most nearby akuma shelter.

So with the afternoon free for planning, under the guise of finishing up commissions, the two now waited anxiously upon the monument for their possible partner.

Marinette cracked open an eye, to watch her pacing friend, from were she sat meditating. Taking in her friend’s pacing transformed form once more. The alpha’s once blond hair now was a dark forest green at the crown of her head transitioning to a light turquoise blue and then returned to blond at the tip of her long braid that swished from side to side, with every step she took. She wore a same forest green cropped short-sleeved pianist like coat with one long tail that drifted down to her knees, under which the snake wielder wore a lighter green and gold armor that covered her from the tips of her fingers to her thighs. A sharp blue diamond sat on the back of her hand matching the one on her knee high boots, allowing for some very nasty knee jabs and punches.

Overall a very unrecognizable look, so that even without the miraculous glamour magic one would not easily recognize her as the mayor’s daughter.

“Medusa, calm down. Your pacing is not going help anyone,” Blue spoke, drawing the rhythmic footfalls to a stop. Chloe, Medusa, letting out a sigh and moved to stand beside her friend. “Could not help it, Blue. The nerves are eating me from the inside out.” The now green haired hero spoke, her foot tapping the floor softly.

“You are not the only one feeling that way,” came a new voice penetrating the darkness. The two females turned their heads to the source of the voice. Medusa’s snapping to the side, while Royale turned slowly. Just standing at the edge of the arc stood the last participend for this meeting, Red Robin. He had come to them from their blind spot and unsurprisingly flew under Marinette’s radar once more. Trained in stealth indeed.

“Can you blame us though,” the new snake user hissed. “You did come to Paris quite suddenly intending to help us, yet you come sneeking in from our blindspot like an assassin awaiting the perfect time to strike.” Red Robin raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, hoping to pacify the armored female.

“I completely understand your distrust of me, but rest assured I come to help in the defeating of Hawkmoth along with removing the false heroes from Paris,” the gothamite spoke with conviction, his eyes focused on the new snake hero. Blue let out a sigh at the rising tensions. Getting to her feet she took to standing between the two. Physically stopping the debate from going any further. “Now there will be no need to start squabeling before our partnership officially can begin. So Medusa please stand down. I understand your reasoning, but we do need his help.” The silent ‘we’ve been over this’ left unspoken but not unnoticed. The hero in green looked at her friend her eyes apologetic before lettting out a sigh and nodding to the girl in charge.

The peafowl wielder then turned to the American hero. “Pardon my partner. She is simply acting out of precaution. Given with how the justice league passed our plea for help as a joke in the past.” Royale explained gaining an understanding nod in return. “I completly understand,” Red assured in a contained but strained silent fury at his former collegue’s. “I would be surprised if I was excepted and welcomed with open arms after the imcompetances the league showed to your situation. Their neglegence is not something to ever be sweaped under the rug and i’ll never ask you to. But I will make sure to aid in finally putting the nightmare Paris is under to rest. That I swear.” His genuine words causing small smile to appear on the blue female’s face. “Glad were all on the same page then,” Medusa spoke the ice seaming to break just a little at the male’s words.

“Now” the blue parisian clapped her hands together ending that part of the meeting in full. “Let’s us get to the topic of our parthnership and the neccesary precautions.” She gained nods of agreement of the other two.

“I’ve given it a lot of thought and propose that the both of you remain behind the scene for the time being. My appearance has both Chat and the imposter on edge already and should you two appear now things could turn against our favor. So during Akuma battles I want both of you to remain in the shadows. Are we agreed on this?” Royal proposed. The new and the expiranced heroes nodding along as she spoke, carefully going over her words.

“I can agree to that,” The Robin spoke. “This will also give us the element of surprise for when they need to be taken out of the fight for good.”

“I also see no problem with this and agree with Reds train of thought aswell.” Medusa added. “But we still will have a role to play during the battles, yes?”

Blue Royal nodded. “Yes you will. You both will mainly focus on what you already have been doing since the last battle. Meaning that you, Medusa will mainly focus on your miraculous powers to turn back time when needed and to keep a lookout for the Akuma’s weakpoints. Then to relay them to me through your miraculous.” Medusa nodded in understanding at the instructions. The peafowl wielder then turned to the vigilante.

“Red you should focus on evacuating any civilians that could get caught in the cross fire. Reduce the amount of casualties as much as possible..” Tim could not help the miniscule flinch at the word casualties. The image of the child being crushed to death still haunting him. “Though I would advise you to do this in your civillian persona as your vigilante attire would tip of the news and the wannabe heroes. But this will only be of when your are already at the site of the akuma. For I want you to primairly focus on finding out who Hawkmoth identity is. Which brings me to this.”

Blue pulled a flash drive out of her fan. Gaining a slightly surprised look from the vigilante but he wisely decided not to ask about where it had been hidden.

“On this drive is all the information I have on all the past akuma’s. From the paterns of their akumatazation and location radious. It also holds a list of suspects on who hawkmoth could be, with possible motives. I believe with this you will have a good starting point for your investigation.” She explained while handing over the drive to the male.

Taking the drive he inserted it into his glove computer, it’s holographic screen automaticly coming to life. Scanning over the information Red confirmed for hismelf the information added up with what the hero had told him. Making him quite pleased with the infomation the hero of Paris had procured for him. This would make things alot easier.

Putting away the drive the male turned back to the two female of the meeting. Giving them a small reassuring smile. “This will definetly be of great help to my investigation. From what I skimmed you are very thorough with all the information you could get. I’ll be able to make good use of it. Is their anyone I should pay closer attention to?”

Marinette could not help the small sense of pride she felt at the vigilante’s words. It felt nice to gain some form of acknowledgement for her work at long last. “My main suspect is the fashion designer Gabriel Agreste. He has both the money and power to keep people silent, is very secluded and his wife, who is no longer with him, could be a possible motive.” She gained a nod of confimation from the male.

“Speaking of targets,” Medusa chimed in. “What are we going to do about the wannabe heroes? I believe I can confidently say none of us trust those two.”

The other two looked at the snake wielder, contenplating her words, creating a moment of silent thought. A moment Royal soon broke. “I have a rough idea of how to handle those two, but you are not going to like it. However I believe it will give us the biggest chance of succeeding in getting their miraculous.” “We’re all ears.” Red spoke, imploring her to continue.

“Chat has put both me and the new LB under a trial period,” the notion made Medusa snort in amusement. “And at the end of this month on saturday we are to meet at midnight at the top of the eiffeltower. I believe that would be the best moment for us to reclaim their miraculouses.” Medusa clearly having some feelings on the matter openend her mouth to speak, but quickly closed it again as Royale raised her hand.

“Yes, I know it is not ideal and I want them removed imediately as well, but that would not work in our favor as of this moment. First, we arent’t certain we will be able to get both of their miraculouses at the same time and if one escapes we might permanently lose that miraculous. Second, if we were to be spotted attacking Chat and LB, or were no longer seen in action, it would cause a city wide panic that would only work to Hawkmoth’s andvantage,” the blue clad female let out a sigh trying to calm her frustration at the overall situation. “As it stands the order of how we deal with this mess is this. We find out Hawkmoths identity, we take out the idiots at this months end and right after take Hawkmoth out of the picture. So we can put this whole shit-fest behind us. Red think you can get Hawkbitch ID in a months time?”

“I’ll get it done,” was his reply, voice filled with certainty.

“Good,” was all Blue said in return. She held out her hand to the foreign hero. “Lets make the best out of our partnership.”

Red took her hand with a firm grip and locked his eyes with the dark haired girl. “Let’s put an end to this senseless bloody war.” He said resolutely, gaining relieved yet tired smiles from the parisian heroes at his conviction.

They afterword remained talking, going over some minor details for their alliance. But in all, the three could agree that it was a very succesful night.

Authors note: So this story has been on bit of a hiatus. Sorry about that no real excuse for that other than school, writers block and life in general have been a bit of a pain the last few years. But i have started to write again, can’t promise a consistend scedule but i will try to upload a chapter every now and again.

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[deimint]

Her name is Dimi, she is one of the character in Royal Punch, whose written by Waezi from Denmark; this is an art commission.