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lowpantsnochance · 2 years ago

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Is it a coincidence that Flipper and Guns n Roses both took 16 years to release new albums?

If you were around during the Reagan Years and bought Generic, Flipper's 1982 debut album, one of two things probably happened:

A: You threw this curiously yellow LP on your turntable and then spent a half hour switching back and forth between 33 and 45 rpm, trying desperately to figure out what was wrong with your stereo speakers and why this music sounded so goddamned slow, after which you promptly returned it to your favorite punk rock record store and exchanged it for, say, the new Exploited album.

Or B: Beneath the feedback and over-driven bass sludge you had an epiphany of sorts, your ears slowly attuning to the strange life-affirming sense of catharsis lurking beneath the cacophony of wrong notes that immediately elevated this record above the by-the-numbers fuck the world nihilism of the average punk band. It resonated with you perfectly, even though you had never heard anything that sounded even remotely like it before. It may have changed your life, possibly even for the better.

That may be overstating Flipper's impact a bit, but just barely. Generic was indeed that important; a droning, feedback-laden slap in the face to the hardcore scene's harder-faster-louder aesthetic, and it was genuinely one of those polarizing albums that you either "got" or you didn't. It cemented their reputation as the genuine article and influenced countless musicians, but the band never lived up to it's promise. Their sophomore album, Gone Fishin', was decidedly more experimental than their sloppy debut and critically underrated, then the band ground to a sudden halt after the death of co-vocalist/bass player Will Shatter in 1987. The surviving members reunited briefly in the early-nineties, then seemed to disappear again overnight amid vague rumors of mismanagement, bad blood, and drug addiction. Until this year, their entire catalog (including Generic) was out of print, and if you heard their name it was usually in the context of someone they influenced. If there was ever a more unlikely contender for a comeback, it was Flipper.

Well, Flipper is back after 16 years with not one but two new albums, one recorded live and one in the studio. Love, the studio disc, is a fine offering from this legendary group of reprobates and delinquents. You're not going to find anything as anthemic as "Way of the World" or "Life" here, but the new songs more than hold their own against the band's considerable history. All the elements that defined Flipper and made them stand out like a sore thumb are present and accounted for: the monolithic bass rumble (played here by Krist Novoselic, filling in for the late Will Shatter), Ted Falconi's ambient wash of guitar noise, Steve DePace's cavernous drums, and Bruce Loose's venomous vocal attack. Co-produced by the band and Jack Endino (Nirvana, Mudhoney, et al.), Love sounds more like a throwback to the mid-nineties Sub Pop Singles Club era than the group's original work on the Subterranean label in the eighties. While unmistakably Flipper, songs such as "Triple Mass" and "Love Fight" would not sound out of place on Bleach or Incesticide. This is not necessarily a bad thing, and it makes sense that in a band where the bass guitar is the lead instrument, the bass player would have a certain amount of influence on the songs. They just happened to record this album with the former bass player from Nirvana, so I suppose you would have to expect some cross-pollination.

Love really succeeds when it sticks to what Flipper does best: slowing the pace down to a crawl and dragging you through the dirt with them. "Why Can't You See" sounds like "Dazed and Confused" without all the dick-fucking around with the violin bow and "Old Graves," the album's closing track, may contain Flipper's most genuinely horrifying lyrics; over one of the band's trademark bass dirges, Bruce Loose paints a simple story filled with images of childhood innocence that slowly builds to a violent climax. While not on the level as "Shine" or "The Lights, The Sound," this is what you listen to Flipper for, and no one can wring more emotion out of three notes than Flipper.

Love is not a perfect album. It's difficult not to miss Will Shatter's sleepy, junkie-next-door vocals, which on earlier albums played as a perfect counterpoint to Loose's punk sneer. But as I said: it ain't 1982 no more. It's doubtful Love will win many new converts or break Flipper out of the artistic ghetto they've been relegated to. Flipper was never about courting popularity, and you would probably be hard pressed to find another band that so consistently went out of their way to alienate their audience and shoot themselves in the foot in the process. But there was always an affirming catharsis lurking beneath the wanton self-destruction set them apart from the average punk band. It will be interesting to see how they go over on the Van's Warped Tour (note: did that actually happen?) It will be great to see Flipper still bringing the noise and annoying the youth of today.

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midwest-generatorsus · 9 months ago

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Introduction:

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grantgoddard · 9 months ago

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Mining for radio news in an editorial black hole : 2004-2007 : Paul Boon, The Radio Magazine

Magazine editors. What do they do? “They create editorial calendars, develop story ideas, manage writers, edit content and manage the production process…” according to Google. Makes perfect sense. Except sometimes…

Journalism started for me in 1976 when I volunteered for student newspaper ‘Palatinate’ and attended regular meetings under editor George Alagiah who managed a team of section editors, discussed ideas for stories and sub-edited our writing efforts. Subsequently I contributed articles to many publications, including ‘rpm Weekly’, ‘City Limits’, ‘For The Record’, ‘Jazz Express’, ‘Broadcast’, ‘Music Week’, ‘Jocks’, ‘NME’, ‘Now Radio’, ‘Music & Media’ and ‘Radio World’, whose editorial systems worked in much the same way. There was dialogue, there were meetings, story ideas were passed upwards and downwards, teamwork and editorial direction were de rigueur.

In late 2004, lifelong radio industry buddy Bob Tyler called to say he was relinquishing his job as news editor of ‘The Radio Magazine’ and asked if I wanted to take over. I was desperate for paying work, having just returned from a poorly paid freelance contract in Cambodia and then been hung out to dry by ‘BBC World Service Trust’ whose promise of further, more lucrative work never materialised. I had been applying for radio-related job vacancies but none had resulted in an offer. This was the second occasion that Tyler had passed on his editorial jobs to me, for which I remain eternally grateful.

I knew ‘The Radio Magazine’ as the only weekly publication for the UK radio broadcast industry, published as a colour A5 booklet. In May 1986, it had been launched as a scrappy paid-for fanzine named ‘Now Radio’ by Howard Rose, former pirate radio presenter under the aliases Crispian St John and Jay Jackson, filled with gossip and opinion for wireless ‘anoraks’. In October 1992, I had begun to write and publish a weekly four-page ‘Radio News’ newsletter which I photocopied and distributed for free by mail to a small group of people I thought would be interested, not as a competitor to Rose but complementary since my focus was hard news, information and statistical analysis of ratings.

Unexpectedly, within weeks of my newsletter’s debut, Rose relaunched his fanzine as ‘The Radio Magazine’ with a new layout and new features that looked remarkably similar to mine, such as an events calendar and analysis of ratings. This seemed somewhat coincidental, given his fanzine’s prior six-year, 177-issue history. Any ambition to eventually transform my tiny newsletter into a paid-for magazine had been effectively scuttled, so I persevered for twenty issues before ceasing publication. Unfortunately, ‘good ideas’ prove impossible to copyright and I had already learnt to my cost that the radio industry included people not averse to taking credit for my innovations.

Nevertheless, twelve years later, I was so desperate for income that the opportunity to write for ‘The Radio Magazine’ had to be accepted. Rose had tragically died in 2002 during routine surgery, bizarrely one week after selling his magazine business to Sir Ray Tindle, a local newspaper and radio station owner. Paul Boon had taken over as managing editor and had employed acquaintance Bob Tyler as news editor until now. Boon was asking me what payment I would require to do the job. I quoted him the National Union of Journalists’ rate per word for contributions to the very smallest publication. He responded by saying he would only pay half that rate. I was disappointed but reluctantly accepted his measly offer, reasoning that some income would prove better than none at all. After all, this job might not last long.

At the outset, I decided upon a financial survival strategy for myself. I would need to spend zero to gather news stories because my expenses were not to be reimbursed. This meant no phone calls, no interviews, no travel to meetings. I would have to depend upon second-hand sources I could cull from the internet, newspapers and magazines. In order to maximise my payments, I would submit as many news stories as I could write, since I was to be paid per word written. Doubtless, the magazine must be receiving dozens of press releases from every organisation connected with the UK radio industry. Naturally, as with my previous magazine work, I anticipated these would be regularly forwarded to me by the editor for a quick rewrite…

Except that they were not. I quickly learnt that no press releases, no news tips, no rumours, no nothing was forwarded to me by the magazine. There were no editorial discussions, no phone calls, no meetings, no guidance, no delegation of work. In fact, nothing at all except the odd emailed complaint about things I had written. I started work in December 2004 but, by New Year, Boon wrote a complaint to my predecessor Bob Tyler:

“I've just had David Bain of CFM on the phone complaining about an out-of-context story with the "wrong perspective" which was printed this week. It was a local press story and as we all know local reporters do not understand radio and in this case printed a story which was not factually correct. We then reprinted, courtesy of Grant the same errors. While I know it has been difficult to contact people at stations over the Christmas period I really think these types of story need to be checked out. We are not in the market of producing overtly partisan stories which demoralise staff at stations. I had a similar call from another station before Christmas.” [sic]

Already, I was baffled as to why ‘The Radio Magazine’ functioned unlike any other publication for which I had worked previously. The managing editor was printing my stories mostly verbatim (fine), sometimes chopping their ends to fit a page (okay), changing my headlines (no problem), but otherwise was only communicating with me by forwarding complaints. Another one arrived in April 2005:

“We have been fending off an irate Simon Horne of Virgin Radio who says the article you wrote (Issue 681) was based upon a mis-quote published in the Scottish Daily Record (or similar paper). Furthermore he is upset that he was not contacted over the story to either check the facts or to give them an opportunity to respond.” [sic]

Surely, this sort of beef should have been with the journalist who had originally quoted the complainant’s words, not with me who had merely extracted the quote from a respected newspaper. Normally, you might expect a managing editor to defend their staff when they had evidently done nothing wrong, but Boon’s reaction in a further email to me was:

“We just cannot let this continue. The Scottish press are notorious for getting facts wrong, heaven knows they have some big axes to grind up there. Time would have allowed for a quick call to the appropriate press officer, Collette [Hillier] can give you a list if you don't have one. Even an email would have given us some support. Virgin are advertisers as well as news fodder, so treating them fairly seems only reasonable.” [sic]

Editorial ‘dialogue’ continued in a similar vein for my entire time as under-resourced news editor of the magazine. Every Monday morning, I emailed as many stories as I could muster, receiving no feedback other than occasional complaints from radio industry personnel who did not approve of what had been published. However, I was submitting so many news stories to maximise my earnings that the magazine regularly added additional pages to print them all, week in, week out…

Except for four issues per year when Boon required no news stories from me because, despite my training in statistics, he insisted upon covering the radio industry’s quarterly audience ratings results. Having collated and analysed radio station data since 1980, I regularly attended the RAJAR organisation’s press conferences announcing its latest numbers at a central London lecture theatre. Boon was present too but did not acknowledge me or seek to collaborate.

Apart from Boon (and Tyler), nobody was aware of my role providing the bulk of ‘The Radio Magazine’s editorial content, as a result of its news stories being published without author bylines. At the time, I was content with this arrangement because I was busy applying for full-time jobs in the radio industry and believed that I was unlikely to be offered employment if it were evident that I was reporting everything that was happening within the sector.

My somewhat distant relationship with the magazine continued until March 2007 when I received an unanticipated email from Boon:

“I am sorry to say I have been forced to bring to a close the freelance arrangement we have with you for news stories. I am sorry. […] On a personal note, I’d like to thank you for the detailed and analytical dimension you have brought to your stories covering the radio industry in these stormy times. My thanks once again.” [sic]

It was the first (and last) occasion I received positive feedback from Boon. By then, I had thankfully found better paid work as a media analyst so the resultant loss of earnings was less consequential. However, this apparent ‘warm glow’ of gratitude vanished almost immediately. Prior to my abrupt dismissal, I had registered for a free press pass to attend a forthcoming radio conference whose organisers then contacted ‘The Radio Magazine’ to rightly confirm my credentials. Boon responded to them bluntly:

“Grant Goddard does not work for this publication.”

I wrote to Boon accusing him of “rudeness” because, instead of simply explaining to the organisers truthfully that, since registration, I was no longer news editor, his words connoted I was a liar. Was he already seeking to erase my substantial and transformational involvement in his magazine during the previous two years? My suspicions were far from allayed by Boon’s response to me:

“I think rudeness is rich coming from you, but that is a separate issue. […] Just chill my friend - life is too short!” [sic]

On that sour note, our email correspondence ended once and for all.

In November 2008, Boon started a job with government regulator Ofcom’s radio licensing division in the same role I had held five years previously. Perhaps he was sat at my former desk. Given that I (and predecessor Bob Tyler) had written 90% of his magazine’s editorial, I pondered whether any number of anonymous “detailed and analytical” news stories published in ‘The Radio Magazine’ might have accidentally fallen into Boon’s journalism portfolio. Any number between zero and the 848 I had written? Those words ‘detailed’ and ‘analytical’ might even have figured in Ofcom’s job description for the role.

During Boon’s subsequent “nine-year stint” at Ofcom, his CV states he was:

“Chapter Editor of the radio & audio chapter of Ofcom’s Communications Market Report an annually published in-depth insight into UK radio and audio developments.” [sic]

My work had once again passed through Boon’s hands! In 2003, having been The Radio Authority’s staff member with a maths/analysis background, I had been ordered to undertake a mammoth project to create for Ofcom the new regulator’s first historical database combining commercial radio licence, audience and financial information in a group of interlocking Excel spreadsheets. My complex formulae were required to summarise the state of the UK commercial radio industry, for publication in Ofcom’s initial annual ‘Communications Market Report’. Naturally, uncredited once again.

#career #commercial radio #Grant Goddard #London #media regulation #Ofcom #Palatinate #Paul Boon #radio #radio industry #radio licensing #radio regulation #radio sector

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protoslacker · 10 months ago

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"It’s the people who make the funk." `George Clinton

In the 1970s I lived in a patch town, a community from an old coal company town just outside Clairton, PA. I'm a weirdo and while that experience was quite formative, I get embarassed thinking about it. Anyhow, it was a small multi-racial community of very poor people. Parliament and Funkadelic records were a big presence there. Some kids had even attended shows and regaled us with stories about them.

Years later rummaging through cutout CDs I picked up one by Johnny Powers, a rockabilly guitarist from Michigan, best known from his 45 RPM record, Long Blond Hair, Red Rose Lips. Opening the CD I was amazed the liner notes were written by George Clinton.

I love that songwriter Janie Bradford along with Anthony Kiedis and civil rights attorney Ben Crump spoke at the ceremony. Clinton doesn't forget his friends, and has always kept the faith that songs can bring us together.

The Parliaments in 1967 on Revilot Records All Your Goodies Are Gone

#music #george clinton #walk of fame

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ghostcultmagazine · 1 year ago

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tharrb · 2 years ago

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rpm-rosesstory · 3 years ago

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By all means, create an oc for my au

i still hate y’all bitches who say oc x canon shit is cringe like bitch you have ANY idea how flattered i would be if someone made an oc for my fantasy world? how utterly PSYCHED my ass would be they loved a character so much they fleshed out one themselves just 2 be with one of mine? fuck y’all haters

#rpm roses story

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rpm-rosesstory · 1 year ago

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So, a big part of rpm roses story is the tarot card theme. Mainly, certain characters are associated with the major aracana. For team rpm, they are:

Rose: the fool

Scott: strength

Flynn: the chariot

Summer: the high priestess

Ziggy: the sun

Dillon: the hanged man

Gem and gemma: the lovers

Dr.k: the hermit

#rpm roses story #major arcana #rose quartz #scott truman #flynn mcallistair #summer landsdown #ziggy grover #dillon rpm #gem rpm #gemma rpm #dr.k rpm

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nerdgatehobbit · 4 years ago

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Got tagged by @carsonsweebabyturtles

Thank you!

... I live on mobile Tumblr so I can’t do GIFs but I can list my 10 favorite shows!

1: Stargate Atlantis. I love it the most, despite (because of?) its many issues.

2: Stargate SG-1. Similarly, I adore it. Such a great show all the way through!

3: Phineas and Ferb. Such a fun show, doing a lot of fun takes on tropes & narrative devices. And the songs!

4: Avatar the Last Airbender. A truly iconic show. I have Legend of Korra but I still need to watch it.

5: Power Rangers. I’ve seen over 600 episodes now- just half of 6 and all of 7 to go for the first 4 boxed sets. Very cheesy at times but I love it. If I had to pick just one season, it’d be RPM for its plot, balance of darkness & humor, and it was a launching pad for Eka Darville, Rose McIver, and Adelaide Kane. Yes, I know that’s a betrayal of my icon, but also RPM is just 32 episodes which is just over half the length of Mighty Morphin 1, so there’s that too.

6: Jackie Chan Adventures. Slightly offbeat but I love it for the action (duh) but also the mystical elements, the humor, & character dynamics. I kind of want to grow up to be Uncle Chan.

7: Liberty’s Kids went hard for a PBS show and I need to rewatch it sometime (seriously, it was super nuanced and tackled a lot of heavy topics).

8: On that note, Wishbone is mostly a fuzzy warm feeling of nostalgia nowadays rather than actual memories. I wish more episodes were available for purchase. Still, it meant a lot to my younger self- I went on to read The Moonstone, Ivanhoe, and A Tale of Two Cities because I remembered enjoying the episodes involving those stories. Of course, on the other hand the Great Expectations episode scared me. So there’s that.

9: Dinotopia. Okay, maybe I’ve only seen 3 of 13 episodes, but I am weak for this franchise. I’m really enjoying it so far! David & Le Sage are my favorite characters so far.

10: BBC Merlin. Another show I need to rewatch, but I remember adoring Gwen & Morgana when I saw the early season on TV. I know what happens later; I blame the dragon.

Um, let’s see. I’ll tag a few people but you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. @bex-pendragon @magic-owl @cblgblog @michaelkenmore

#stargate atlantis #stargate sg 1 #phineas and ferb #atla #power rangers rpm #jackie chan adventures #liberty’s kids #wishbone #dinotopia #bbc merlin #my ramblings

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tharrb · 3 years ago

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Space goddess gets therapy, saves the world from Alexia

new writeblr challenge: create a bad news headline for your wip

mine would be: Girl In The Woods May Not Be Human, Says Furious Medicine Student

#power rangers rpm #rpm roses story

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sparklingskz · 5 years ago

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duty calls | kim seungmin

▸ genre: idol au, MC au?, fluff, a small angsty part

▸ description: five times working as an MC with Seungmin was proven to be... difficult for your heart.

▸ word count: 3k

▸ warnings: swearing

▸ a/n: I had to watch so many music show mc cuts to get ideas for this and I suffered so pls enjoy (also the rose part is taken from jungkook JKJDKSJD)

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When you first got assigned to be one of the new MCs on MCountdown, it was expected that you would feel a little nervous, same as with any schedule that involved having plenty of attention on you. However, you felt confident in your skills acquired through MCing on other instances, so it wouldn’t be that nerve-wracking.

What you felt when you heard who was going to be your partner in the show was a different story, though.

"Kim Seungmin?! As in, Stray Kids' Kim Seungmin?" you asked your manager, your eyes wide open.

"Yes, and you should start practicing because you start in a few weeks." That was all the response you got before being left alone with your thoughts.

You were a little intimidated to say the least, as you knew that Stray Kids were an incredibly talented group and facing one of its members wasn't what you expected to come out of this job. Additionally, have you seen Kim Seungmin? You were supposed to MC alongside that face? And not mess up?

That sounded a little hard, in all honesty.

The weeks went by way too quickly between schedules with your group and rehearsing your lines, and suddenly it was already time for you to start your MCing job. You arrived to the studio pretty early to practice on set, heading over to the backstage area to meet up with everyone.

You being nervous was an understatement. While you were sure that the delivery of your lines should be good with the amount of time you practiced, you forgot to take a crucial factor into consideration... Seungmin's presence.

The first thing you had to do when arriving to the studio was to meet him, seeing as he would be your partner for a (hopefully) long time.

As you came face to face with each other, you greeted him with a bow that he quickly returned, and directed you a cute smile as he introduced himself. The air filled with something close to awkwardness, the both of you having never interacted with the other, but you didn't really have a chance to do anything about it before the staff was rushing you two to get ready for rehearsals.

While sitting in the stylist's chair, rather than taking advantage of the free time to get some sleep like you usually did, you decided to take the chance to get a good look at Seungmin, who was sitting on the chair situated right next to yours. The mirror allowed you to see that he was concentrated with something on his phone, which gave you the opportunity to shamelessly stare with less chances of getting caught.

His brown hair matched his deep brown eyes, and it was being styled to be more fluffy than usual, which looked like something that would suit him well. His overall appearance was very boyish-like, and was accentuated by the outfit he was put in (it was color coordinated with yours, which you thought was pretty cute).

Okay, enough staring.

Soon enough it was time to head over to the space reserved for the MCs and to start practicing your lines for that day together. Seungmin shot you a reassuring smile before starting the dialogue, and you tried your best to follow along without getting too lost in the way his lips moved or how his eyes met yours.

For some fortunate reason of the universe you managed to get through all your lines without greatly messing up, which earned you a small break before recordings started for the real thing.

“Hey, y/n,” Seungmin called after you before you had a chance to head backstage. “Nice job, you’ll do great for the cameras,”

You managed to let out a small “Thank you, you too,” before hurrying out of his sight so he wouldn’t be able to take notice of the flushing of your cheeks.

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After a few times of successfully MCing with Seungmin, all of your initial nervousness had faded and you started feeling way more comfortable while being in the presence of the young boy.

Actually, being partners with Seungmin was fun. Outside of recording, you often found yourself looking forward to the times you would get to engage in conversation with him, using up your small breaks to speak about whatever was brought up that day. He also helped you a lot with any doubts you had about your lines or acting, and you tried to do the same in return.

On screen you had great chemistry; even though you had to stick to a script, everything flowed very naturally between you two. There were some instances where you’d have to exchange painfully cheesy lines as per request of the production team, that, while being delivered with a straight face in front of the camera, had the both of you bursting out in laughter whenever the cameras were off.

One of those instances went as it follows:

“Y/n! Seungmin! You’re up!” You heard the director shout in your overall direction, and the both of you were quick to stand in front of the cameras. You noticed that in addition to his script, Seungmin was holding a single rose on his other hand, and put it behind his back.

Right, it was time for that part.

The director shouted “Action!” and you immediately shifted into “idol mode”, a wide smile plastered on your face as you started to recite the first lines.

“That last stage was incredibly powerful! Right, Seungmin?”

“Totally!” he exclaimed with excitement, before his expression turned gloomier.

“Is there something wrong?” You asked with a tone that denoted much more curiosity than a normal person would probably show.

“It’s just that I’ve been meaning to say something for a long time, but I’m a bit nervous.” He turned towards you.

“Oh? And what’s is it?”

That’s when he pulled out the rose from his back, offering it to you in a gracious manner. “Will you stay by my side forever?” He said with a flirty smile, eyes opening up in… expectation?

You allowed yourself to get lost on his gaze for a few moments, forgetting that the whole crew was right there, recording your every action.

Until you had to mentally remind yourself that this was all pretend, that those were lyrics from a new song a group was promoting and that Seungmin wasn’t actually asking you something of that scale.

You stood there, frozen, maybe for a second too long before you remembered that you actually had to continue with the dialogue, and thankfully your brain decided to be useful and allowed you take the rose from Seungmin’s hand, offering a “lovesick smile” at the camera (the script’s words, not yours) and thanked the universe for the fact that the producers didn’t think of making you actually reply to his question.

While Seungmin proceeded to introduce the next group coming up on the show, you just stood there, mindlessly nodding along to his words but not fully registering them, rose in your hand.

It isn’t real, you repeated like a mantra in your head.

three

You were not having your best day.

“What can we expect for the next performances, y/n?” Seungmin asked you, before turning to stare at the cameras with a curious look on his face.

Wait, what were you supposed to say again? Oh, right, introduce the groups coming up. Yes.

“Well, we will watch an explosive performance from The Boyz with their new song ‘RPM’, and then our hearts will be exploding because of SF9’s ‘Bloom Bloom’, so stay tuned!”

Wait.

You barely managed to catch the look of confusion that flashed through Seungmin’s face before he quickly spoke. “Guess the excitement for these stages can make anyone’s head spin! Here’s ‘RPM’ by SF9 followed by ‘Bloom Bloom’ by The Boyz,” he exclaimed before the cameras showed that they stopped recording live.

Shit, you had mixed up the group names with their songs.

And of course, Seungmin, being the angel he is, had tried to make it go unnoticed, but the way your eyes comically opened right after the sentence came out of your mouth probably hinted that something was not right.

Feeling a mixture of anger and embarrassment, you quickly flew past the staff into your dressing room, closing the door with more force than necessary and just stood there, in front of the mirrors.

You knew that something was going on with your head that day, but you should’ve been cautious enough to not let it affect your work. Any second now you would be getting a scolding from your manager, which wasn’t very ideal for your current state.

While all kinds of bad thoughts ran through your head, you heard the door of your dressing room click open and you quickly blinked away the tears that threatened to fall from your eyes.

“Y/n?”

Oh, great. Seungmin.

The last thing you wanted was for him to see you in the distressed state you currently were in, but you reluctantly turned around and plastered on the most serene expression you could muster.

“Yeah?”

Seungmin stepped forward a little, cutting some of the distance that separated you two. “What’s going on?” he asked, a worried expression taking over his features.

You sighed while trying to avoid his eyes by focusing your gaze on the floor, while you internally debated about whether to avoid the subject completely or just tell him the truth.

It was Seungmin, though, and you knew that he would be the last person to laugh at anything that was bothering you.

“It’s just that my stupid self messed up the lines even though I had them all memorized, and I don’t even know what happened? I can’t believe I mixed those groups up, their fans will probably be very mad at me and that’s the last thing that I wanted to happen, and for worse you were the one that had to step up and fix my stupid mixtape as if you weren’t a good enough person already and-“

“Woah, okay, breathe.” Seungmin held on to the sides of your arms, grounding you.

You closed your eyes and inhaled a deep breath, getting back all the air you used while rambling.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered after opening your eyes, meeting Seungmin’s soft ones.

“Hey, there’s no need to apologize. The only people who could’ve noticed your mistake were the ones that knew the script, but otherwise it went unnoticed by everyone. Don’t bring yourself down because of one little slip up.” He tilted his head, as if to make sure you were listening to him. “Besides, it was cute.”

His last words made you break out into a chuckle, and you hit his arm playfully. “Shut up, it wasn’t.”

“Good thing you can’t tell me what to think, because it was.” You were about to retaliate again, but Seungmin was faster. “Now stop sulking and get ready, because we go out again in a few minutes.”

He directed a last smile at you before heading out the room, leaving behind a warm feeling inside your chest that made any bad thoughts that remained inside your head a bit duller, being replaced by just Seungmin, Seungmin and Seungmin.

four

Falling for Seungmin was something that came gradually, and, in all honestly, didn’t surprise you.

Who could blame you? When he was the sweetest, funniest and most caring human being you happened to stumble upon?

As time passed, the both of you seemed to be getting closer and closer, which earned a few pointed looks from your managers. It all escalated when you found yourself wanting to hang out with him outside of your MCing schedules, which, considering the nature of the industry you were a part of, was difficult. You had to resign to the second-best thing, which was taking advantage of any little instance you could find to be with him before, during and after filming.

You weren’t about to jump to conclusions and say that your feelings (feelings?) were reciprocated, but you had found yourself quickly spiraling down a Seungmin-shaped rabbit hole and your only option was to hope. Hard.

Though…. Hope for what, exactly? For you guys to be in a loving relationship and turn everything into sparkles and rainbows? It wouldn’t be that easy. For starters, one of you would have to confess (and you wouldn’t be the one to do it first), and then came all the challenges surrounding the fact that you two were idols and doing normal, everyday stuff was one hundred times harder.

It didn’t hurt anyone to be greedy and want a little bit more than you already had, though. The small conversations in the hallways, the fleeting gazes, the skits you had to do that maybe sped up your heart more than they should… Yeah. You hoped for more.

And, surprisingly, more is what you got.

You were heading over to your dressing room, hoping to eat a little something before you had to continue recording for your segments. You reached for your bag, as you always carried a snack with you to your schedules, but instead found a folded piece of paper resting on top of your stuff.

Huh, weird.

You took the paper and carefully unfolded it, revealing a note that was written in black pen, and neat handwriting.

meet me at the back of the building after the broadcast ends

seungmin <3

Oh. Oh.

The door suddenly opened to reveal one the hair stylists, and you quickly tucked away the note deep into your bag before it could be noticed.

A few minutes later you were called to your position in front of the cameras, and headed over to stand next to Seungmin so you could start the segment. You tried catching his gaze to see if you could get anything out of him, but to no avail, as the only times he directed his eyes at you was when it was required for the script. All in all, he seemed shyer than other days, which had you expecting the moment the director called the final “cut” so you could head over to the place Seungmin expected you to be.

If your heartbeat was a tad too fast during the rest of filming, no one had to know.

When the crew wrapped up, you resisted the wish to just drop everything and zoom over to the back of the building, but that would probably be suspicious. Instead, you calmly headed over to your dressing room, helped pack up some stuff, and told your manager that you would be having a conversation with one of the producers, and to just wait for you on the van.

A few moments later, you found yourself taking small quick steps through the corridors towards the back door, hoping that no one saw you and wondered why you looked so wary of your surroundings. You internally cheered when you managed to turn the handle and step outside with no one figuring out what you were doing, and quickly closed the door behind you before taking a look around.

And there was Seungmin, standing with a single rose in his hand.

five

“Can’t you guys go and be gross somewhere else?” You looked up as you heard Minho’s voice, and proceeded to roll your eyes at him.

“We aren’t even being gross.”

Analyzing your current position, that was definitely true. You were sitting on the couch right next to Seungmin, one of his arms draped over your shoulders, and his other hand holding a phone that was displaying the performance Stray Kids had just recorded. Okay, you were in their dressing room, but that had become such a normal thing that it shouldn’t even surprise the others anymore.

You had to take full advantage of the fact that the boys were promoting, as seeing Seungmin only during your MC duties was hard. You missed him way too often. That’s why you found yourself heading over to his dressing room right after they finished prerecording their performance, trying to enjoy some time with him before the actual show started.

“You guys did well,” you told the room in general, earning a few thank you’s and smiles.

After the video showed their finishing poses and came to an end, Seungmin put the phone down and nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck. “I’m too tired to go out and MC,” he muttered, the sound becoming muffled due to his current position.

His actions made you chuckle before answering. “Think about the fact that you’re going to be MCing with me and you’ll feel better,” you said jokingly.

He lifted his head from your neck and looked at you with an amused smile, one of his eyebrows raised. You stared at each other for a few seconds before promptly bursting out in laughter, earning a few pointed glances from the rest of the boys.

“Shouldn’t you lovebirds be getting ready by now?” Chan asked, making you catch a glimpse at the clock before abruptly standing up, leaving a shocked Seungmin sprawled on the couch.

“Shit, yes.” You quickly headed to the door, but right before leaving you turned towards Seungmin and directed a small smile at him. “See you in a few!”

You were about to close the door behind you when you heard a shout from your boyfriend. “Remember not to mix up the groups!”

“That was one time!” you huffed before shutting the door.

You headed towards your dressing room with a smile on your face, probably weirding out the staff standing in the hallways. You didn’t pay any attention to them, and just kept walking with thoughts of Seungmin dancing through your mind.

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Old Guard (Chapter 1)

A/n: 2 chapters in one day! This is all that I got for now. Again, I blame @badassbaker for getting me to post my story up. Go check out their blog! (They’re so AMAZING! I can’t stress them enough).

Disclaimer: Again, I don’t own any of the Old Guard characters: they belong to their respectful owners. I only own those that you would not recognize from the comics (i.e. Nyx, Erik, etc)

---(chapter 1)---

Upon setting foot on Moroccan soil, Nyx was quick to get directions to the hotel that the others were going to gather. Preferring to walk to the destination, Nyx was treated to the luxury of sightseeing of a whole new different world far from what the woman was used to seeing. Merchants trying to sell their goods to those that passed by their stalls; children laughing and running around while playing with each other. Nyx smiled at the sight while making sure to keep her old military scarf covering her hair from falling out of place. Armed only with an old army issued pack slung over her shoulder while a small duffel bag held her xyili, a couple of SOG tactical knives and her ‘hidden blades’, she ventured her way to the meeting place.

Once checked into the hotel, she made her way to where she was sure to meet with the others. At the door, she raised her hand to knock but paused. She hesitated in knocking right away...why? She was going to be amongst her friends, her team...her family. Releasing a soft sigh, she then proceeded to knock three times. She eagerly awaited as to whom would answer the door. Biting at her lower lip, she didn’t have to wait long before the door opened up and…

“Hi…” she greeted the person on the other side of the door.

Nicky grinned as he leaned in to kiss at her cheek before giving her a big hug. He was pretty fond of the petite woman ever since he met her and Andy all those years ago and has never once been at more ease than with Nyx and Joe. He had wondered if she was going to show up at all, given that Book had to call all of them to meet here; Joe and himself had arrived first before Booker and Andy came to the room not even a half hour ago.

“È bello vederti, Nyx. Com'è stato il viaggio qui??” he asked once they pulled away.

*It is good to see you, Nyx. How was the trip out here?*

“Lungamente ... ricordami di sculacciare Book per avermi fatto usare la scusa dell '"emergenza familiare" per l'altro lavoro. Spero che valga la pena usarlo per fare questo lavoro..”

*Long...remind me to spank Book for making me use the 'family emergency' excuse for the other job. I hope it was worth using that to do this job*

Nicky laughed at the comment as he led Nyx to where the others were sitting around and awaiting her arrival. Joe was the first to spot her and rushed over to bear hug the other brunette.

“آه ، نيكس الصغير. فاتنا وجودك معنا في المن��ل. آمل أنك لست غريب الأطوار على بعض الحلوى ، عزيزي” Joe said as he lifted the newly-arrived woman up in the air a couple of inches.

*Ah, little Nyx. We missed having you stay with us at the house. I hope you're not too cranky for some sweets, dear one*

“You’re too kind, sir. I’m sure that you saved whatever delicious treat you have from Andy eating it,” Nyx replied back, surprised that everyone wanted to test out how fluent Nyx could get with it.

Once Joe pulled away from her arms, she glanced over to see the woman in question clearly enjoying some baklava.

“Ελπίζω πραγματικά αυτό που νομίζω ότι είναι, Andromache.” she glanced at the other woman with a soft smile.

*I really hope that's what I think it is, Andromache*

“You know I can’t speak our native tongue for shit nowadays, Nyx. Stop showing off and get some of this,” Andy replied back, making sure to not choke on the flavorful treat she had in her hands while passing one to her oldest friend and comrade.

Nyx took the piece offered to her and took a small bite. She closed her eyes to pinpoint what she thought was in the dessert.

“East Turkey...however...there’s anise in this. There’s only one place that makes it...and she has Persian roots,” Nyx remarked as she opened her eyes and saw Booker looking at her with a soft glance in his eyes.

“Pay up. Nyx always seems to find that one detail that everyone misses,” the Frenchman replied with a chuckle.

“What was the bet? Andy guessing where it’s from? How much?” Nyx asked, one eyebrow quirked up in piqued interest.

“Cinq cents ... et tu viens de me rendre riche à nouveau, ma chérie” he simply replied back with a smirk only reserved for her.

*Five hundred...and you just made me rich again, sweetheart*

“Oh per favore. Nyx, ha bisogno di scopare. Sono sicuro che voi due potete trovare Booker una donna che gli farà una bella scopata”

*Oh please. Nyx, he needs to get laid. I'm sure that you two can find Booker a woman to give him a good fuck*

Nicky’s comment had Nyx laughing her butt off as she felt tears forming at the corners of her eyes. This was one thing she missed being in Nicky’s presence--the Italian knew how to get her to laugh off a bad situation with a joke or two.

“Sai ... potrebbe non aver bisogno di trovare una donna della notte se continua a essere tutto scontroso intorno a noi mentre parliamo nella tua lingua madre, amore mio” Joe replied as he came to hug Nicky from behind the Italian.

*You know...he might not need to find a woman of the night if he continues to be all grumpy around us while we speak in your native tongue, my love*

Nyx, unlady-like, snorted at Joe’s remark; her sides were starting to ache from the constant laughter she was experiencing at the moment. Booker gave a dirty look to the other two men before he rose to his feet and went to give the newly arrival a hug of his own.

“Si seulement ils savaient ...” he whispered in her ear.

*If only they knew...*

“Je ne le passerais pas devant eux pour savoir ... Andy ... peut-être pas.”

*Would not put it past them to know...Andy...maybe not.*

“Ok, enough with the teasing. So...how do we meet Copley?” the leader announced, breaking up anymore time for testing out Nyx’s vast knowledge of languages and getting to the reason they all assembled.

After the meetup with Copley, the group was getting ready for the assignment. Most of the small details were taken care of and now was time for catching up on some needed sleep before diving right into the mission. Nyx was sitting on the railing in the balcony, sipping on a cup of tea that was made by Nicky prior to him going to bed a couple hours ago. Dressed in a pair of shorts and a baggy sweater that allowed one shoulder to peek out, Nyx’s eyes were hidden behind a pair of big framed glasses while her hair was piled up in a topknot that looked messy, but intentional. In her hand was a SMOK RPM 40 vape mod--yeah, she had her vices, like the others have theirs; however, one of hers was smoking. She gave up on cigarettes, which was the hardest vice to give up after having smoked them for over a hundred years and forty years. Drinking...Nyx knew that both Andy and Booker drink to forget of their ‘lonely’ states of mindset of being without their families. Nyx would know better, she had to watch her kids and grandkids and their kids grow old and die. Raphael and Erik, although young in her eyes, were just among one of the last remaining descendents still alive and in somewhat good health.

Taking a puff and blowing a smoke ring into the somewhat stifling night air, Nyx’s eyes closed to take in the sensation and breathe in the calmness of the night before a big assignment. Although, this is how Nyx always would do prior to one of the ‘big ones’, as she would call assignments that would take a lot out of her emotionally and mentally. She was so engrossed in the serenity that she wasn’t paying attention to movement behind her until a pair of arms wrapped themselves around her waist, making sure to keep her on the railing and not have her fall and hurt herself. Nyx literally jumped in the air a bit, grabbing at the arms and holding onto dear life.

“Détends-toi, chérie. Je ne voulais pas te faire peur, ma reine.” His husky voice caused echoes of a shiver to run down her spine, sparking desire and lust throughout her entire body. *Relax, sweetheart. Did not mean to scare you, my queen.*

“You know I wasn’t a queen, Book…” she replied back as she turned her head to the side, seeing hazel-muted green eyes looking at her with a soft side that was only for her.

“You are to me, Alexina.”

The petite woman slowly maneuvered her body around so that she was facing Booker. Her topknot flopped to the side as Nyx tilted her head a little bit while she looked to the Frenchman.

"And what is that you see in me that justifies you calling me such a title, Sebastian?" Nyx asked; her voice gave away hints of insecurity and low esteem to being called a queen when Nyx knew that she was not one.

Booker was a little taken back of her using his given name from birth, but once again: this was Nyx. She usually fell back to using anyone's given name once in a while. Here, she was using it as a way to show her true colors with him. After all, she found him and mentored him when the group all dreamt of him. One of his hands reached up to where the hair tie held her hair and took it out, allowing her dark brown hair tumble down to her shoulders in loose waves. He carded his fingers through her hair, causing her to close her eyes and lean her head towards his hand.

"Is mian liom go bhfeicfeá cé chomh hálainn atá tú faoi láthair, a ghrá. le gruaig seo silky agus lush, déanann tú gach scéal faoi mhná de do chuid ama cuma plain i gcomparáid leatsa ag an nóiméad seo." He simply stated as he stared at her. *I wish you could see how beautiful you are right now, my love. With hair this silky and lush, you make all stories of women of your time look plain compared to you at this moment.*

Nyx opened her eyes, confusion on her face at his words. Ah, there was a language she never learned, Booker mused to himself as he took in the newly found knowledge. He smirked as he brushed her cheek with his other hand.

"Ní bhfuair tú aon smaoineamh cad atá á rá agam anois, an bhfuil? Bhuel, is faoiseamh é sin. Ba mhaith liom a bheith trína chéile dá dtuigfeá cad é a dhéanann tú domsa, Sparta beag." *You got no idea what I'm saying right now, do you? Well, that's a relief. I would be upset if you understood what it is that you do to me, little Sparta.*

"Ω, ξέρω τι είπες, Σεμπάστιαν. Αυτά είναι εύκολα χρήματα εκεί. Αλλά, και πάλι, τα ελληνικά είναι τόσο ξένα για σας που είναι σαν να οδηγώ ένα ποδήλατο μετά από τόσο καιρό για μένα. Αν μόνο ήξερες πόσο μεγάλο μέρος της καρδιάς μου ανήκει σε εσένα, πώς όλα περιστρέφονται γύρω σου και ότι θα πεθάνω αν με πάρεις τόσο ξαφνικά." Nyx said as she raised her hands to cup his face. *Oh I know what you said, Sebastian. That's easy money right there. But, then again, Greek is so foreign to you that it's like riding a bicycle after so long for me. If only YOU knew how much of my heart belongs to you, how everything revolves around you and that I'd die if you were taken from me so sudden.*

Booker leaned his head forward, closing his eyes as he felt her forehead against his and let out a sigh of content. He could feel her breath mix with his as his other hand grasped at her hip gently.

"Coming to bed?" He asked softly.

"I'll be there in a bit. Unless you can convince me otherwise," she replied back, her voice hoarse from holding back all the emotions she was feeling at that moment.

Booker only smirked before closing the gap, ghosting his lips against her before pulling back slowly. Opening his eyes, he could see Nyx staring at him with a sense of admiration and tenderness only reserved for him. He then grabbed at the back of her thighs, lifting her up from the railing; this caused Nyx to scramble to wrap her arms around his neck and shoulders to prevent falling out of his arms. He chuckled as he walked them back inside the room, closing the door with his foot behind them.

#old guard #fanfic

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November 24, 2020: 10:28 pm:

National Security Event unfolding here for Friday:

That photo has a "Y" in it. Binoculars turn telescopic. Could be some Biden terror news. Might be a binary alternate direction to the ongoing terror plan. There is Portland Maine and a 20 and north east.

north east is "Up and to the Right" = Thompson sub with drum magazine loaded w/72 ACP at about 1000 rpm. Thompson’s go up and to the right with drums on them. They are "nor'easter's" That makes the main a "Power Main" switch or since there is a 20, the power main is Portland Oregon and the Thompson's belong to Pacific Power Corp. 100 is a "dead bitch", is what the Thompson’s are for.

100 - 82 = 18

Jackpine Drive is 18

Emmy Rose could be Cuomo, new york, COVID school terror...

MMMMMM is "Emmy"

Tastes good.

"Rose tastes good"

"Eat shit & die"

Pac Pow are a fun loving bunch, they sent me a joke.

This goes with that Pac Pow Joke:

https://twitter.com/DailyMailUK/status/1331440002165841922

I think there is a "3 Day" notice there. "72 Hours Eviction notice, aside from the story. "Allah Cart" ("a la carte") comes w/garnish.

There is a BB Gun. Turns into a BB King. Has an Ax, is Dark Axman of Grand Dragon status. Could be Judge Thomas Hull of Josephine County Courts and Hull & Hull Mortuary Services that are across C Street from the Courts and the Judges Chambers there.

There is also a Hull Construction, and a Hull Real Estate, and a Hull Attorney's at Law in Grants Pass, all are close, convenient, walking distance to the Judges Chambers there at the Courthouse on 6th & C Streets.

"The Boatman" Thomas Hull.

"If you want to cross the River Styx, you have to pay the Boatman" There is a week statement there that suggests Lithia Chrysler/Dodge/Plymouth/Jeep/Eagle dealership on 6th & on 7th is big, nation wide auto terror. Part of Too Big To Fail.

There is also mention of Big Brown, UPS United Parcel Service and Safari terror cell is all in there.

The British are assembling a specialized army for Friday the 27th for a "Cube event" and "27 Club" SAG terror. There are other Tweets to support what I am reading in these two.

I think it was Stephen Bell of 445 Jackpine who attacked me at my home last night, and I think it was Burt Dietrick who attacked me at the Fred Meyer earlier while out shopping.

Stephen Bell (Stevie) is AKA: "Cube Base" sometimes, I haven't heard that term for quite a long time though. So, the "27 Cube of 3" is going to happen Friday, somewhere. My house and other places too. Per the Twitter news media.

Grants Pass Chamber of Commerce.

Club northwest Gym.

Mocks Ford.

Lithia Chrysler/Dodge.

Jim Sigel Auto Center.

Pacific Power Corp.

The Stork of USPS Grants Pass & Portland OR.

Big Brown UPS.

The Josephine County Courts services including construction, mortuary, real estate, attorneys for problem solving and set-up work...lot’s more, full service terror. Cuomo is in there. Why?

Maybe it's not Cuomo, maybe it's SAG services, nancy Sinatra Casting Services.

That means OR Department of Transportation is there by default w/DMV & State Police services. There is a small list of the members of the special army called upon for Black Friday, all being called out in Tweets.

There are many other Tweets to see that all are part those two I linked. That Wisconsin Mall with the fifteen year old was only the “Pre-Show Event” a small glimpse of a giant event to come on Black Friday at many locations nation wide, maybe other similar army’s are assembled in other places too, such as Scotland for Global Domination Advance.

10:19 pm.

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RPM: Prologue

Summary: In the year 2210 college student Y/N and her best friend Jaehyun stumble across a holographic message informing them to stop the power they have been living under for years. By going through the files and stories left on the hologram the two have to go back in time to the year 2083 to figure out the truth about their society.

Based off the SF9 music video RPM

A/N: I hope you all enjoy the start to my first long fic! Thanks for reading and please don’t let this flop!

Prologue |Chapter One |

Year: ...2210

Thunder rumbled outside and the rain was beginning to hammer on the windows. You glanced outside knowing that you wouldn’t be walking back to your dorm anytime soon. You sighed as you continued browsed through the several holographic books that were within the database of your college library. As a history major you should be used to writing papers and reports but there was a point where things would get boring. The crystal had given you the power to remember and memorize almost anything that you wanted, making you one of the smartest people within the school.

When you were little and the crystal had given you your gift, you thought that it was the best thing ever. However, as you grew older, you soon found out that it wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. Many of your classmates had gotten gifts that gave them powers that gave them physical strength leading them to bullying you for having a gift that didn’t make you physically strong. Once you started college you decided to put all of that behind you and put your gift to good use, and that was history.

Since the Rise of the Crystal over a hundred years ago most of the World’s history was lost. You were always curious about what happened before the Crystal came into the world and why almost all history was gone. So here you were in the library brushing up on a topic that never even interested you in the first place.

“This is getting boring..” You sighed to yourself.

“Giving up already?” A voice said from behind you.

You turned around to see your best friend Jung Jaehyun walking up to you holding his own holographic device. He slid his book bag off his shoulder, letting it fall into a free chair and sitting down in the chair next to you.

“It’s not like you to give up on an assignment before you even start it.” He said with a smirk on his face.

You frowned. “I’ve just covered this topic so many times that I can’t find a way to make it interesting.”

“Aw come on I bet there is something new for you to learn on the topic.”

“Jae the Runners and Flares are just common knowledge and we’ve studied them since elementary school. There is nothing new to learn!”

Then just as you said those words a loud boom of thunder echoed and the lights gave out as the sound went away.

“Just great,” You muttered, reaching into your bag for your phone. “Just perfect.”

“Hey Y/N…” Jaehyun’s voice said quietly.

You glanced up to see that your hologram was still on, which it shouldn’t be since the power was out and the thing relied on wifi to run. Instead of the usual user interface now stood a holographic image of a man. It was hard to make out details of his face as the camera that was used to film the hologram was obviously placed far away, most likely to compensate for height or something. His poncho looked like it was made out of a foil which was something that was discontinued after the Runner and Flare war...when the Crystal rose.

“What the hell.” You whispered as you stared at the hologram.

“Is this thing filming?” The man in the video said, squinting at the camera. “Oh it is!”

“Y/N where is this from?” Jae asked quietly.

“No idea.”

“Away,” The man continued. “My name is Rowoon, as in Reporter Rowoon. The date is currently 2083, and if you are watching this I am most likely dead or the Runners have brainwashed me to join them. I hope that in providing my information in this hologram you can stop the Crystal from rising.”

#kpop #sf9 #sf9 fic #kpop fanfiction #sf9 scenario #sf9 rowoon #sf9 youngbin #sf9 taeyang #sf9 zuho #sf9 dawon #sf9 chani #sf9 hwiyoung #sf9 inseong #sf9 jaeyoon #sf9 juho #nct jaehyun

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