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a-gromova · 4 years ago

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Hitman III impressions

Well, I will not write a review on the game, this is not my genre. But I would like to capture my emotions in this post. I haven't done this before. Maybe just because I was sure it would never end, huh. Of course, there will be a lot of spoilers, so if you don't want to ruin the experience, leave this post for later. I do not want and will not criticize anyone. This post is just screenshots of the first playthrough + a small comment on them. If you don't want to read, you can always just look at nice dics pics.

I just want to say that the game ended with dignity. To be honest, even I could not imagine such an ending. I didn't expect Edwards would grip his screen time so tightly and drink blood like a parasite from each character. Do I need to say more than one word? MENDOZA. THIS IS. SIMPLY. YAVYVDALOYVDA I'm not a big shipper, you know, but... even I didn't expect THAT from IOI. Yes, everyone tried to see something behind the vibes that arose between Diana and 47 for more than 15 years, but... wow.

Dubai

If you only knew how much Dubai gave me. From the very first mission I had the feeling that I could move mountains, damn it. At some point I even forgot where whose goals were. Or maybe I just wanted that voice to always lead me. Well... you know. I don't think it makes sense to mention for the thousandth time how mind-blowing the visuals are in Hitman 3. I just couldn't lift my jaw off the floor. Guuuuuuys, this is just a graphic paradise. But who in their right mind would make a glass floor? I was wildly uncomfortable.

And yes, I, like many others, arranged a personal meeting with Partners. You know, sometimes a voice in your head makes you do different things, and you even like it.

Dartmoor

When I first got to the manor, the overall color scheme of the level suddenly diminished my ardor. I couldn't get rid of the feeling that something was going wrong. But nevertheless the level has begun and OH GOD IT WAS GREAT. I didn't expect us to be playing detective in all seriousness. Interrogate, investigate, collect evidence and then even express your version of what had happened.

And wait. Did we ask Carlisle for documents directly? WHAT? Thanks, of course, but I think you will not refuse to look at the nature around the manor in flight from the balcony?

But the mission ends. Diana did not finish the sentence. This was the first bell. I left the manor thinking "fuck". When I walked out the gate and Lucas got in touch, I was like FUCK. No no no IO, I know what you're up to, but you won't do it, will you?

Haha. They did it :)

Berlin

You know, the beginning of the level in Berlin really matches the emotional state. There is silence all around. You no longer have a goal. You are lost and don't know what to do next. Ok ok ok 47 knew what he had to do - find Olivia. But what should I do?

I don't want to describe my opinion about Grey as a character. It will take a long time, and I don’t think most people will be interested in knowing my whole attitude toward him. Yeah, I know that many people didn't like him, especially on Reddit, and many considered him an unnecessary character. Well...

All I knew was that I don't want to play like I used to. I DO NOT WANT to play the way I did years ago. Yes, of course, I've played all parts of the franchise (maybe except one) and I loved it primarily for the atmosphere, theme and gameplay. But I think you understand that you won't last long in the fandom, if you don't have something to cling to. At some point it happened to me. But then 2016 came and said hello to me.

I still cannot pass the level in any other way. I'm just shooting all potential ICA agents. Yes, I know this is a little silly and childish, but I cannot accept the fact that someone other is wearing HIS coat (sorry, 47). But I also can't afford to take it off by changing my disguise. This is a very difficult and incomprehensible feeling. Let it be so for now.

Olivia turned out to be a tough girl. To be honest, from the first season she did not make me such an impression. I am glad that the game allowed me to change my mind about her.

Chongqing

Absolution. ABSOLUTION!!!!! Guuuuys, I still consider this part to be one of the best in the franchise. It gave me so many incredibly cool emotions. There are SO MANY vibes. And now IOI show us Chongqing. It's just mind-blowing.

Night, neon, RAIN.

Ladders that stretch over the road. Bird cells. God, did anyone else remember Birdie at that moment? Please say yes and that I'm not the only one so crazy.

And yes, I was right. We're going to fuck agency. LIKE IN THE GOOD OLD TIMES. God, this level is just something.

Mendoza

Are you ready to scream? Don't answer. I can hear your screams from everywhere. Because this is MENDOZA.

I was just playing some really good fanfiction. Guys, tell me honestly, none of you work at IOI? And this is the cutscene before the briefing: YOU DON'T KNOW HER. SHE IS SENDING A MESSAGE. SDFHGDHFJSFDJF All these touches, looks. TANGO. Diana didn't play a queen, she WAS a queen. And this is rightfully her field of maneuver. From that point on Hitman 3 became a DIANA GAME. I can't say I'm against it. Our girl has deserved much more screen time in so many years. I need to spend more time at this location.

Romania

Aaaand we are inside 47's mind distorted by toxins. Wow. I really like the concept of what was happening: we are shown what we did. We were shown how we changed this world. And it all came down to accepting the past. 47 HAD to do this. If you don't accept yourself, you will never be free.

Wait. Looks like I came alive for a while. Honey, I love you even with a hole in the stomach. You don't have to die, you know?

Despite the fact that I knew what was happening there, I was not immediately able to figure out what was reality and what was feverish delirium. Only at the very end I realized that OH GOD THIS IS A REAL TRAIN. We all have the opportunity to chose the way of walking through the level: we can shoot everyone or we can sneak around providence agents. Also we have an opportunity to chose a method to eliminate Edwards. In the end I had no rage or anger. I have never had such feelings during the game tho. I injected Arthur with serum. There are things worse than death. How did he say? "At least I will die knowing who I am?" No, my dear, I could not afford you such a luxury. Even with all your money. And that is it. Be free, legend. It was a pleasure to know you.

#hitman #hitman 3 #hitman 3 impressions #agent 47 #Lucas grey #Diana Burnwood #Olivia Hall #Arthur Edwards #hitman screenshots #my screenshots

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theriverpersonshadow · 3 years ago

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Lamia Drama/Deltarune Semi-Crack Fic

The not-awaited, not asked for Lamia Drama X Deltarune crackfic that absolutely no one wanted, but might now find they want!

I played Deltarune Chapter 2 and just decide to write some silliness for fun. This is extremely non-canon to everything involved. Spoilers (kinda but not really) for DeltaRune Chapter 2.

Warnings for swearing, an extremely brief moment of existential dread, and one sexual joke.

As always, the species of lamia I use come from @vex-bittys

If this is your cup of tea, maybe buy me a Kofi?

Susie stared up at the sign in front of them. “Kris. This…. Is this a fucking pet shop???” Susie said. The sign said “Caring Coils” and had a picture of someone part skeleton, part snake.

“No! It’s a spring shop!” Lancer said. What else could “Coils” mean?

“U-Um… I… I don’t know where this building came from???” Ralsei said. As far as he was aware, they had seen neither snakes nor springs on their journey, but apparently this was in Castle Town now! Somehow!

Kris walked in. It was surprisingly bright for something in the Dark World, eerily similar to what it’d be like in the light world, but given that the main inhabitants seemed to be the apparent offspring of Jockington and Sans, just… What was even happening here.

“Are these, like, half skeleton, half snake?” Susie said, walking up and knocking on the glass holding the Mamba. A dozen or so snakes suddenly tackled the glass, hissing at her. “Okay, not gonna lie, that’s kinda cool. You think they bite?”

Kris just stared at the sign on the glass enclosure saying “Please Ask Before Handling – We Bite – Highly Venomous” until Susie got the hint.

Regardless, Susie hummed, seriously contemplating sticking her entire hand in there anyways. “Hey. Hey Noelle, you dare me?”

“SUSIE NO!”

“C’mon, does venom even work on monsters?”

“Hah! Clearly you know nothing. Monsters do not have blood and nerves to shut down the same way humans do,” Berdly said, strolling over to the Mamba enclosure. “They don’t even look that tough. Look! They’re worm- AAAAAAAAAAAA;LKJSDFLK;JDFA!” He had stuck his hand in there and immediately gotten himself bitten by like 13 Mamba. He flapped his wings, running around the room and sending bitty Mamba flying absolutely everywhere. Tiny battle cries filled the room as they chased after Berdly.

“Um… Kris? Should we help him?” Ralsei said, watching the chaos.

Kris answered No, deciding to instead head into the back. Unlike the skeletal-snakes who were snake sized in the front, this area seemed inhabited by skeleton-sized skele-snakes. Kind of. Most were shorter than Kris, except one Cobra who zipped directly by them with a weaponized mop in hand. Kris peaked back – looks like the cobra dude was mopping up the little skelesnakes. Cool, that’s been settled.

They got a few odd looks as they browsed the area. It had snake things, and child things. Presumably for snake children, which most of these seemed to be. If not for the supplies and price tags, it’d be easy to mistake this place for an orphanage – which Kris could understand, who would want a Sans X Jockington baby?

Oh hey, that one might be an adult. A particularly grumpy looking skele-snake looked them up and down, them immediately flipped them off, “Oh great, I thought I was done with human shit. Or whatever the fuck you are.”

Kris flipped him off back. What meaningful dialogue.

Meanwhile, Ralsei was trying to figure out what he should do. In the few seconds Kris had left, Suzy had broken another enclosure completely and even more snakes were running around, not at all helped by Lancer and Rouxls mistaking the new lightners(?) for worms and trying to eat them. Berdly had been swiftly knocked out by the tiny swarm.

Thankfully, something answered Ralsei’s prayers. He didn’t expect his newly found angel to be a 12-foot-something long version of the things causing chaos, but he literally started mopping up the little ones and depositing them into boxes. As soon as that was done, he gave them all an exhausted, withering stare, “Why. Just… why.”

“Worms are tasty!” chirped Lancer.

“These are not worms, we’re lamia,” the new person said. He sighed, straightening himself, “Where are my manners. I’m Nikolai. Apparently the rest of the staff disappeared, somehow, and I have no idea where we are, so forgive me if I’m a bit… in need of several of wines.” His “staff” uniform had been replaced by gold and white robes… and a small golden nametag declaring him “staff”.

Rouxls pushed himself to the front. “I sympathizeth with thee mostly fullily, thine fellow worker of high class and generallyeth most terrifying stature.”

“… I think I’m having a stroke,” Nikolai said.

“Hey Yooooo. I Heard Someone Was Wanting Wine (alcoholic)? I Have Some Battery Acid Right Here!” the Queen said, holding her glass cup of battery acid. It exploded in her hand. “Oops Lol (amused)”

“… I… I give up,” Nikolai said, laying his head on a table. Several of the bitties were chirping and giving praises, trying to tell him not to give up, but the Mamba were also trying to knock the box they’d been placed in off the shelf by all ramming the side of it at once. The chaos refused to be contained any longer.

Ralsei looked at Nikolai sympathetically, going over and patting his back, “H-Hey, it’s okay! I’m sure between the two of us and Kris we can keep… order… Oh dear.” Everyone had scattered. It seemed that only The Queen, the unconscious Berdly, and Noelle remained in the room with them.

The Queen looked into the bitty Papython tank. “Hey Is That You Trousle?”

Trousle looked up at this new lady with the cool glasses, nodding.

“Sorry You Came Eleventh In The Dragon Cards The Deckening Mini-Tournament Game But Dang Getting That Much Out Of Like A Billion People (Exaggeration) Is Dang (Damn) Impressive!” The Queen said.

Trousle’s eyes widened, how did she know that?

“Oh Yeah And Here Is This (based on search history: Sexy Dom Bitties).” It was a small domino with Mettaton legs sticking out from it.

Trousle was silently screaming, but being him had the perk that he didn’t have to hold in his screams! They were silent by default. So he was just screaming and completely blush-colored in the face.

“Oh And Emo Thrash Metal (based on search history: Emo Thrash Metal).” She deposited a small broken chunk of the Thrash Machine that had thrashed her giant robot’s ass which was inexplicably wearing eyeliner and had “it’s not a phase mom!” written on it.

Meanwhile, Susie had joined Kris in flipping off Hux, and then Liam came.

“Tch. I don’t know what you troglodytes think you’re doing, but we’re closed. Get out,” Liam hissed, putting himself between Hux and the intruders. They were not closed, but could you really be “open” when you had accidentally planeshifted to another dimension without the majority of your staff?

“Yeah! Fuck off!” Hux hissed, throwing a double birdy.

“YOU GUYS WANNA GO?!” Susie yelled, foaming at the mouth and drawing her axe. Liam looked injured, but if he was going to go around picking fights, she wasn’t going to stop him!

“Oh please,” Liam said, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms, smirking far too smugly. “I would obviously win.”

“OH IT IS ON!” Susie said, surging forwards. She and Liam both turned out to be too adept at dodging for this to go much of anywhere, and Hux and Kris just spent the fight insulting each other even after Susie and Liam got so mutually carried away they left the battlefield.

Lancer had found some new kind of paradise: a plastic hammock full of dubious, blueberry snot flavored salsa! He paid no mind to the other person using the weird spa, just jumping in and plopping into the vat of goo.

Oozy blinked owlishly at Lancer, then started laughing, “Kid? Kid, what are you doing?”

“I’m claiming this spa as mine, you minty fresh bundle of mouthwash.”

“Um… This… is my bed?”

“No it’s not! This is a hammock, not a bed!”

“… can’t argue with that logic,” Oozy said, shrugging. He wrapped lightly around Lancer, purring. That said, he couldn’t quite resist the urge to tease, “Wow, easiest snack ever.”

“Thanks!” Lancer chirped.

Rouxls Kaard then skidded down the hallways without ever adjusting his Trademark Pose, “HALT WORMTH! THEE SHALSTH NOTS EAT MINE PRINCETH.”

Oozy, being a little shit, looked Rouxls in the eye as he lightly pressed his teeth to the back of Lancer’s head and audibly said, “Nom.”

“NOOOOO! UNHAND HIM, THINE UNCLEANETHEST OF HEATHENS!”

“Naaaah.”

“I’m slimy!” Lancer chirped.

Meeeeeeanwhile, Keith was laughing maniacally in a mix of sheer disbelief and genuine amusement as he dodged kicks from a living checkers piece, a small army of Pawns at his side. Too bad they weren’t from the same game.

Some of the Queen’s butlers helped Nikolai and Noelle clean up the storefront from the burst of chaos (and Berdly). They still weren’t sure how they got there, but y’know what, even Nikolai cannot contain this, so he lets the kids who are old enough play around the area with some supervision.

The Mamba immediately flock to the Dojo, Liam leading the charge, to prove their superiority over all. Berdly gets his ass beat there again. There are Papython in the bakery and Kings in the café, and, well, just lamia generally everywhere.

A lot of the younger ones flock to Seam. Every child’s dream come true: a giant plush toy that can actually talk to you and he’s kind of just a big fluffy grandpa!!!

Eventually just Kris and Hux are left inside, locked in a battle of wills and insults.

“Like you’d even know what it’s like to not have fucking control of shit! To always be told what to do and what to be, and if you can’t, no one gives a fuck about you!”

Kris: Act:

Understand.

They understand, they understand far too well.

…

Kris: Act:

Kidnap.

The snake boy is going home with them now. He screams, but he does not get a say in this. Bye.

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jflashandclash · 5 years ago

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Tales from Mount Othrys

Ajax: Fidget Spinners IX

Pax assumed, “Are we there yet?” would earn him a hard enough slap to the head to kill him. At least, Pax reasoned, he wouldn’t have far to go if he died.

“Hey, Lou Ellen?” Pax huffed. “If we die in Tartarus, where do we go? The current court of the dead probably isn’t handing Paradise Passes to Kronos supporters, but—like—are we just here, undead, wandering in Tartarus and trying to find out way back to the Underworld, so they can pass judgment and send us back here?”

The thought made him tremble. This was definitely a place that had never been on his bucket list and, he would burn the bucket list of any friends that suggested it.

They hadn’t gone far, or Pax didn’t think they had gone far. The landscape was monotonous in its I’m-evil-and-depressing way and time didn’t feel right. He didn’t know how to explain it beyond that. The deprivation of sun and sky was making his head loopy. He was from the Caribbean; this cavernous, sunless nowhere felt like it violated nature, even if he had enjoyed swimming in the occasional cenote.

Apparently this question was worse than, “Are we there yet?” Axel, despite his seeming exhaustion, wound up a hand to slap Pax across the back of the head.

Lou Ellen weakly grabbed at Axel’s elbow before he could strike.

With no fight, he lowered his fist.

Everyone was exhausted. Lou Ellen looked sickly in this burnt orange haze. By now, they could see the giant rock that she was leading them to. It should have only been a mile away, max, but Pax had no idea what that would mean on this terrain.

“Let’s just not die,” she suggested. There was no giggle. She sounded too tired for that. Her hand stump was tucked firmly under her opposing armpit. She wouldn’t let either of them see it. Pax had a creeping feeling that something was wrong with it.

Axel had offered to turn around, to look for a way to scale the buffs behind them. Neither Pax nor Lou Ellen—especially not Lou Ellen with her missing hand—would be able to make that climb. Judging by the occasional stagger to Axel’s step, helping the two little ones was wearing him down.

He had offered this after they passed some humanoid bones. Monsters, unfriendly ones, monsters that earned the name monsters, had been feasting there. Axel hid them, commanding they not make a sound.

He was afraid of getting overwhelmed down here. Since he was afraid, Pax knew to be afraid.

But, Lou Ellen said their destination wasn’t far. And, Pax suspected, she knew going back would mean failing to climb that buff, and—in the unlikelihood that they succeeded—going back into the clutches of Hades’ army. Which, again, might have just meant a one-way ticket back here. Might as well get acquainted with their neighbors if this was the inevitable end.

“Wow,” Pax said, “I think the gloominess, acidity, and potential demise is ruining my mood. You know what we all need? A Matthias prank. Like, a good, old hack job. Remember that time Matthias ‘accidentally’ shot Luke in the butt with a bow?”

That earned him a slight smile from Lou Ellen and a choked laugh from Axel.

The stupid rock ahead of them seemed a lot closer. Pax could make out the glint of chains against its blackened surface.

“It was a mini-toilet plunger with enhanced super glue on the tip. Luke had to cut it out of his clothing,” Lou Ellen said. She even giggled. “He never did figure out who did it.”

Axel sighed, but the sound thinly covered his amusement. “Luke didn’t know who did it and no one would rat Matthias out, not even Morpheus. He said he was sleeping… we had to do an extra mile of running every morning for a month as punishment.”

“Totally worth it,” Pax and Lou Ellen agreed.

The massive rock didn’t protrude as high into the air of Tartarus as Pax was expecting.

Pax squinted and felt his spirits almost splinter again; something withered up there. They knew it would be on the rock, but seeing the humanoid thrashing, likely in anticipation, was different than hearing Lou Ellen and Axel discuss the myth.

He wondered if the others saw it. Axel must have. Despite his exhaustion, his pace had picked up, bringing them ever closer to some smaller rocks at the base of the big one.

“I’ve never met someone whose name is so many words. Like, how do we nickname him? Pro? Me? The? Us?”

“The ‘e’ in ‘the’ isn’t the same,” Lou Ellen muttered, like she knew Pax needed Alabaster here to criticize Pax’s absurdism.

“It’s too long a name to call him,” Pax decided. “Do you think ‘Rocky’ would be offensive?”

“Yes,” Axel said.

By then, the sight was disturbing.

Like in the myths, there was a titan chained, semi-upright, to the rock, full spread-eagle. Though, Pax suspected he wouldn’t like the description, “spread-eagle.” From what Pax could see, the guy was huge—at least ten feet tall. He wore a tattered piece of material might have once been a Greek chiton. The torso piece was so ripped to shreds, it was impossible to tell for sure.

They made it to the smaller rocks at the base before anyone spotted the second part of the myth.

Axel, of course, saw it first. He grabbed Pax and Lou Ellen and dragged them behind the lower lying rocks. At the same time, a piercing screech echoed around Tartarus.

Pax could hear the titan release a soft, despondent wail. Bits of sand and rock clattered down off the massive one as the titan renewed his struggles.

Pax bit his lip. He was pretty sure this guy was crying. He could hear a soft, weeping noise.

When Pax looked up, he could see why.

The attacker moved too fast for his eyes to follow it in the sky. One moment, he thought he saw a wingspan larger than a minivan and talons the length of two Pax arms. The next moment, there was a blur diving at the rock above them.

Axel stood up and drew his sword.

“Axel, what are you doing?” Pax hissed. “Massive bird of prey. In diving formation.”

The talons must have dug into the rock above them. The whole thing shifted eerily. The titan released a despairing howl.

“The eagle will leave once it’s done feeding!” Lou Ellen reminded Axel.

Axel unsheathed a knife from his belt, digging it into the side of the rock like a climbing pick. “It’s the principle of the matter.”

Axel’s golden eyes glinted with fury. Although Pax knew there was no way to dissuade him, he clutched at his brother’s arm, then foot as Axel dragged himself up the rock’s façade. Axel’s muscles bulged with strain. Considering how much extra weight he’d taken to make sure Pax and Lou Ellen’s journeys were easier, Pax figured—and kind of hoped—Axel would overexert himself and flop back onto the ground.

He did not.

“’Axel’s principles’ is not what I want to write on your obituary! It does not have a ring to it and I cannot write it into a jingle,” Pax pleaded. A jingle was already forming in his head, but he tried to banish the morbid tune.

Axel had already shaken Pax off and was half-way up the rock.

Prometheus screamed.

Something leaked over the ledge above them.

Lou Ellen and Pax jumped away from each other. Blood. They’d been splashed with the Titan’s golden blood.

“Come on!” Lou Ellen said, “We have to do something.”

She scrambled around the base, picking up smaller stones that had chipped off the big one in this eon long struggle. Pax went to help her. As they gathered, he could see the stump of her missing hand. The skin around the edges looked blackened, as though with gangrene. She had been hiding how quickly the magic was failing.

They took a few stumbled steps away from the rock, so they could see over the ledge.

Even from this distance, Pax felt his mouth go dry.

The eagle looked nothing like the one plastered all over American logos. Its feathers were black, except the hint of some brown towards the head. The only colorful thing on it was its golden beak, now speckled with red. One black clawed foot had anchored into Prometheus’ hand, a talon puncturing him right in the wrist, crucifixion style. The other dug into the rock.

Golden blood leaked from a gash in Prometheus’ stomach. A coiling rope appeared to hang out and Pax nauseously thought about how convincing Alabaster’s fake intestines were. He doubted the things spilling from Prometheus’ gut were just sausages. If they were, he had a lot of questions about Titan biology.

Lou Ellen grew flustered, seeming to realize her throwing arm was half-missing.

“Need a hand?” Pax offered, his voice trembling.

“You have better aim anyway. I would probably hit Axel,” Lou Ellen said, looking relieved.

Axel had made it to the ledge. Soon, the eagle would notice him.

Pax dumped his extra stones at their feet.

Other than darts, Pax didn’t have great aim with projectiles and he definitely didn’t have the strength to throw such a distance. However, he did have specialty knowledge and equipment: any good prankster needed a slingshot.

He grabbed a stone the size of his palm and slipped a slingshot out of his back pocket, the one Matthias had made for him for special occasions.

In a blink, he’d aimed, fired, and bapped the bird in the head.

The stone smacked into feathers then flopped onto the tortured Titan’s stomach. Pax would feel bad (and a little grossed out) about hitting the Titan’s exposed wound after they were done saving him.

“Hey birdie!” Lou Ellen shouted. “Over here!”

They hadn’t done much damage, but they had caught its attention. The eagle released another piercing scream. Its head snapped in their direction.

That was all they needed. In the moment of distraction, Axel had scrambled up to his feet beside the bird.

Before Axel could slice into the bird’s back, its entire body blurred. One moment, it was about to be cat food. The next, the bird’s body had quarter turned. Its beak snapped backwards. Axel’s sword barely deflected that deadly point—sharp enough to cut apart a Titan’s stomach.

At the force of the attack, Axel almost fell backwards off the rocky plateau.

“Keep firing!” Lou Ellen shouted, shoving another rock into Pax’s palm.

Pax fumbled with the ammo, shoved it into the sling, and took aim. In the test of strength, Axel was losing this battle (which felt backwards. In the world of avian vs. feline, Pax generally voted on the one with more teeth.) The glint of Axel’s sword turned into a smear as he and the bird parried talon, beak, and blade blows. Axel kept nearly losing his balance, twisting to avoid the occasional, cartoony pinwheel.

Pax became very happy that Axel had trained for trapeze before they were taken from their Uncles carnival troop.

With Lou Ellen’s cheering, Pax released his rock. The projectile caught the eagle’s wings as they extended, looking like a black tidal wave of death.

The eagle was not happy to have its dinner interrupted. To be fair, Pax supposed it would be super rude to have someone attack you when you’re trying to enjoy some raw spleen.

At the ammo strike, the wing fluttered violently. Ignoring the strike like it had the average velocity of a beach ball, the eagle arched its body—it was getting ready for take off. As Lou Ellen handed another rock up to Pax and he took aim, he knew take off would be bad. Even with Axel’s cool Mayan features, Pax boys were not born for aerial combat, trapeze training or not.

“We need to get closer!” Lou Ellen shouted. She must have realized they weren’t doing enough damage from this distance. However, if they got too close to the bluff, Pax wouldn’t be able to shoot over the ledge. Still, they had to try and get a sweet middle spot. He took a careful step closer, already loading the next projectile that Lou Ellen had shoved his way.

The eagle arched back onto one talon to strike down with the other.

Axel went down.

Lou Ellen and Pax screamed—

The eagle clawed at Pax’s downed brother, pecking violently. Even with their attacks—Pax now unloading rock after rock, shrieking for Lou Ellen to load him up with the largest ammo they could fire, this wouldn’t be enough. Some tiny voice in Pax’s head whispered that this was just like the time he’d seen Julian almost kill Axel in the arena. He was about to lose his brother, and there was nothing he could—

Axel rose back to his feet on the other side of Prometheus. The bird continued to claw and peck at the spot Axel had been.

Pax’s jaw dropped when he realized what had happened.

The eagle was pecking where Axel had pinned one of its wings with his sword.

Lou Ellen’s and Pax’s screams went from horror to cheers.

He couldn’t tell if Axel had used a trick of the Mist, was actually that fast, or if Prometheus had somehow distracted the bird and helped Axel. Honestly, Pax didn’t care.

All Pax cared about was how awesome his older brother looked when Axel lunged onto the bird’s back and plunged his dagger into the back of the bird’s head.

***

Thanks for reading! I hope you guys enjoyed and are staying safe! Stay tuned next week to meet our Titan of the hour—Rocky—I mean Prometheus.

#Tales from Mount Othrys #TFMO #PJO #HOO #Percy Jackson and the Olympians #Heroes of Olympus #fanfiction #writing #Axel #Pax #Lou Ellen #Axel amps up his cattiness to combat a flighty foe #I know I'm an introvert--but I'm definitely starting to lose my mind here ^.^

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bowlpiner · 2 years ago

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Boomerang golf course

Boomerang golf course driver#

The renowned reputation for unsurpassed quality and service attracts high profile golf tournaments as well as social, charity and corporate events. The club has a history of providing golfing experiences that are second to none with value for money and customer satisfaction assured. Water comes into play on 14 holes and there are 82 sand bunkers around the course. The challenging 250-hectare par 72 course designed by Graham Marsh measures 6,319 metres off the championship tees and boasts opening and closing holes rated among the greatest in Australian golf. Palm Meadows Golf Course is centrally located within 10 minutes drive of Surfers Paradise and five minutes from Broadbeach. With more than 35 courses coastwide, the Gold Coast has the most golf courses per capita in the whole of Australia! Here’s our pick of the best public golf courses around the coast. The Gold Coast is a great destination for a golf holiday. Exhausted, but having had a really fun day out.Updated JPlanning a game of golf during your holidays is easy with our pick of the best Gold Coast Golf Courses! Then it was the drive back home to his place, where I’d left my car, and I drive home from there. We finished at lunch time, so stopped on the drive back to have lunch at a place not far from the golf course. Previously on 18 hole courses I’d been scoring totals around 130-140 strokes. Totalling up our scores after 18 holes, he had scored exactly 100 strokes. He said he hoped to score under 100 as a birthday treat. My friend had invited me for this round as it was his birthday. And then I putted it in for the birdie! That was the highlight of the day. I did a pitch over the sand and landed on the green, about 2.5 metres from the hole. I hit around the left of the trees and ended up here as shown in the photo. The tee shot here is blind, with the green behind a clump of trees. I did however manage a birdie on a later hole, the par 4 13th: I had a chance at a birdie if I’d sunk the putt, but I needed two putts, so scored par. It landed on the green, about 40 centimetres from the hole (I saw the pitch mark where it had bounced), and rolled a couple of metres further behind. This photo actually shows my ball after I hit my tee shot. Hole 7 is a short par 3 across this small pond. Fortunately I managed to connect cleanly and made it over easily with a nice drive.Ī couple of holes later is another water hazard, this course’s signature hole: So I really needed to hit this one well to clear that water. On the first four holes I’d hit poorly with the driver, sending the ball skimming low across the grass.

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This was scary, because I’m still getting the hang of hitting my driver with the new techniques I picked up during the lesson I had a couple of weeks ago. You have to hit over the water and towards the yellow flag in the distance (between the two golfers). It has three holes where you have to hit over water hazards. It’s not a particularly fancy course, but was nice enough. So in some places on the course we had views of the ocean, and also back north along the coast to the city. It’s situated on top of the Illawarra Escarpment, a plateau that drops off in a cliff to a narrow strip of land along the coast. This a shortish 18-hole course about 60 km south of the city centre. My golfing friend invited me today to join him for a round at Boomerang Golf Course.

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rhina988 · 7 years ago

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Indecent Proposal - Chapter 21

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Chapter 20

Melody’s POV

“This is exactly what I needed,” I said to Jared, as we were relaxing on a lounge by the pool.

“I figured. After the wedding, and everything before, I knew you’d like to just relax, unwind, and not think about anything... then that awful assault...”

“Stop!” I yelled, instinctively as if someone had grabbed my arm.

“Whoa, OK, calm down,” Jared jumped off the lounge and came closer to hold me, “you’re shivering, Melody.”

“I .... just, don’t...” I didn’t realize that a mere thought of that horrible night would cause this reaction, but my instincts were now so intensified that I couldn’t handle to hear about it anymore.

“Shhh, it’s OK, my little birdy, I’m here now and we won’t be talking about it,” Jared held me and started to rock me in his arms like a little baby. The minute I felt his warm embrace I pulled myself together and smiled.

“That’s all I need. You by my side, always. But next time, we can choose some destination less expensive, and closer to home, if that’s ok with you, Mr. I Like To Indulge To The Fullest,” I teased Jared as I caressed his face, giving him a quick soft peck on his lips and tugging him away from the lounge and into the pool.

We were finally on our honeymoon. Three days ago, Jared and I were up in the air, and I was of course left in the dark about our final destination. All I knew was that our honeymoon starts the next day, and that it’s a flight away from LA. It turned out to be a hell of a long flight, with a kick-ass jet leg that followed, but it was all worthwhile. Once I saw the pristine blue waters of this magical Indonesian island, I was breath taken. This was my first time at Bali, and it was impossible to put into words how magnificent the island is. The beautiful beaches, the turquoise waters, charming lagoons, and all the wonders of this amazing island seamed even more beautiful in person than on the pictures, and made me want to never go back home.

Our resort was surreal. Jared made sure we were perfectly comfortable and the service was impeccable. It was so luxurious that I even felt a little uncomfortable ‒ talk about a paradox, right? We had an entire villa just for ourselves. A private pool, away from the public eye but with the gorgeous view to the ocean. This made me somewhat calmer, knowing that nobody could find us, and that paparazzi definitely wouldn’t be able to take pictures of us. Every little wish we had was fulfilled in a blink of an eye. With a single snap of fingers, we would have anything we wanted, which only made me feel a little bad. It’s not as if we were royalty. Still, it felt good to feel safe, and taken care of. After everything that had happened in the previous few weeks, it’s a miracle I kept my sanity, and Jared his patience. While I thought he might find me too sensitive, vulnerable, and delicate, he actually did his best to make me feel like a real princess. From time to time, I even felt like he was blaming himself for the assault. I would catch him look at me with some kind of guilt in his eyes. Being a celebrity came with certain risks and I knew that well, before I accepted to go on this adventure with him, but I assume he’s feeling guilty for leaving me alone instead of just saying No to those fans that night.

“Next time we should go to Hawaii,” Jared winked at me and pulled me closer to kiss me, as we were splashing in the pool.

“Hawaii? That’s less expensive to you?” I waved my head and went to take a few laps, after splashing some water into his face. This didn’t make Jared happy, so he came after me, and I had no idea he’s such a good swimmer.

He was next to me within seconds, and before I knew it, he grabbed me and started to slide me across the water in circles. Then he picked me up in his arms, as I wrapped my arms around his neck. We were just smiling and looking at each other for a moment. Now I actually felt like this was my honeymoon. The two of us isolated from the rest of the world, and making this amazing resort our heaven on earth for the next few days. No paparazzi, no disturbances, just us. Peace. Paradise. Bliss. That was all I ever needed. Little drops of water glistened on Jared’s face, and the water came down his chin, settling right on the top of his chest, creating a mesmerizing sight to my eyes. Then he gently kissed me sending me straight to cloud nine. Moments like this were the most precious memories we could make for the future.

“I think we should go get ready for lunch,” I said and Jared let me go.

“But first, we could take a walk down the beach. The waves are amazing,” he added, and it sounded like a great idea.

We were walking down the shore for some time, just holding hands and enjoying the soothing sounds of the ocean. Suddenly, Jared grabbed me and started to spin me around when we ended up splashing each other just a few steps from the shore. We took a few laps in the ocean and hugged, kissed and just had the most amazing time. When we realized we were getting really hungry, we decided to head back to the resort, and have lunch.

As I was coming out of the water, I thought I saw a familiar face, but he was standing right in front of the sunlight, allowing me to see only the silhouette of his body. I was standing on the sand squeezing my hair, letting all the water out, when I saw the man with spread out towel coming to me. I lifted my head and couldn’t believe what I saw.

“May I,” he asked and I just smiled turning my back to him so he could put it over my shoulders.

“Yes, thank you,” I said and looked at Jared who was coming towards us. He used a chance to dive in once more before going out, and I only prayed he wouldn’t take this gesture the wrong way.

Jared walked out of the water and was by my side within seconds. Once I saw his eyes got a lot darker even on the bright sunlight, I knew the blood in his veins was boiling. This opened an opportunity for me to immediately introduce the two of them to one another, hoping I’d avoid any scandal.

“Jared, this is my dear friend, Chris,” I said stepping away from Chris and coming closer to Jared, “Chris this is Jared...”

“Her husband,” Jared cut me out, as he shook Chris’s hand quickly wrapping the other arm around my shoulder, wasting no time to take the towel off me.

“Husband?” Chris was shocked. We haven’t heard from each other in a few months, since he was traveling all over the world because of the business. He was working in sales, and he practically lived on an airplane and in hotels all over the world.

“Yes, we got married... um.. it’s a long story,” I tried to avoid telling him everything now, as I handed the towel over to him. I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to tell him the whole truth. Chris was my good friend, but I always felt like he wanted us to be more than friends. I, however never looked at him as anything other than a great person to be around, and hang out with from time to time.

“This is our honeymoon,” Jared said proudly and pulled my face towards his to kiss me hungrily, clearly letting Chris know I’m off limits.

“Well, I’m glad I ran into you, I hope to see you again while we’re here,” Chris said, faking a smile and giving me a hug.

“Me too, see ya around,” I managed to say before he went away rather quickly.

Jared’s POV

“So, who’s Chris?” I asked Melody curiously, as we were having lunch.

“He’s just an old friend,” she said nonchalantly.

“Just a friend?” I raised my eyebrow, trying to give her a chance to tell me everything.

“Yes, just a friend. We’ve known each other for ages, but didn’t have much chance to spend time together lately since he always travels for work,” Melody said with most ease. I guess she wasn’t hiding anything from me.

“OK, if you say so,” I said and took her hand that was lying on the table next to her glass of water. She looked at me, and swallowed a bite of food she had previously put in her mouth, “He’s no one important anymore, right?” I asked tightening the grip on her hand. She nodded and I kissed her hand.

“We can have drinks or dinner with him, so you could see that he’s completely harmless,” Melody said.

“Sure, if we run into him again we can get together,” I said and both of our phones buzzed. I got a text message.

You can run, but you can’t hide. For too long.

-X

I pressed my lips together wanting to smash everything in the restaurant, but I managed to control myself for the time being. That animal had the audacity to talk to me like that, just because he knew I’m nowhere near him. But the moment we’re back in the US I’m going to explain everything to Melody and shut this creep up for good. I looked up at Melody and realized she was smirking to the message a little, which only added to my frustration.

She glanced at me and the look on her face immediately transformed, “Who was that?” I asked.

“It was Chris. As I assumed, he would like for us to hang out sometime while we’re all here,” she said happily, and I felt an incredible rush of jealousy coming to the surface.

“Just the two of you?” I asked raising my voice.

“No, of course not. All three of us,” she said confused.

“Let me see the message,” I said reaching out my hand for her phone.

“Excuse me?” she said in shock.

“You heard me. I want to see if that’s what he said,” I was persistent.

“Are you serious right now? You don’t believe me?” she asked with disappointment in her eyes, and I thought for a moment she was gonna start crying.

My hand was still reached out, but as the seconds passed by and her look became filled with disbelief, I pulled it back. It wasn’t my intention to hurt her feelings, but I started to feel insecure all of a sudden. She was so happy to see him at the beach, that I immediately thought he might be someone from her past.

“I don’t trust him, Melody. He didn’t seem the least bit threatened by me, and I could tell that you really brighten up his day. That can mean only one thing, and it’s that he is into you.”

“So?” she asked.

“So?” I was shocked with her question.

“Yeah, so what? Just because he likes me, that automatically poses a threat to you?”

I didn’t speak because I was trying to wrap my head around her conclusions.

“Jared, you and I are married. Moreover, I love you and I’m in love with you,” she said taking my hand into hers, “Isn’t that enough for you not to worry about any other guy that may have feelings for me.”

“I guess it is,” I was a little relieved, but still couldn’t help but wonder if Chris wanted something more from Melody, “and by the way, I love you too, my little birdy,” I stood up and leaned in to kiss her.

I didn’t trust that guy, and I think it’s more than a good idea to have drinks or even dinner with him. He seemed confident and he wasn’t thrown away by the fact that Melody and I were married. For all I know, he knew our marriage was arranged. Or maybe he didn’t, but he knew Melody would be glad to see him because they shared something in the past. Ugh, so many thoughts were rushing through my mind, taking my jealousy to the highest levels. Just when I thought that at least our honeymoon would go by in peace, I get this cocky little jerk to lurk around my Melody.

Chapter 22

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hongbab · 8 years ago

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The Songbird - Wonshik snorts, half a smile quirking the left corner of his mouth upwards, but a beat later it dies down and he looks up with sadness in his eyes. “Please, don’t hurt Jaehwan,” he says quietly. “He’s not the one at fault.” (Leo/Ken, pg-13, 5622)

a/n: written for this prompt. this is probably not what you had in mind, anon, but i hope you’ll still like it;;

It’s 2.36am and Taekwoon is still sitting in front of his computer with his elbows on his desk, his fingers buried under his hair as he holds his forehead in his palms.

Everyone else from the department has already gone home and he should have done so as well, but instead, he keeps staring at the blaring monitor with the browser open at the intranet home page. He doesn’t know how to start this. Or, more like, he can’t start it without having to crawl out of his skin.

When Hakyeon called him into his office, Taekwoon thought he might want to praise him for single-handedly catching the head of that lowly gang of drug smugglers, maybe even tell him to take a few days off as a reward. And Hakyeon praised him, told him he was his best man, and his eyes were sparkling, a happy but nervous smile plastered on his face. However, he didn’t give Taekwoon any rewards, but—and he looked troubled when he did this—gave him a new case that most detectives had failed to solve thus far.

“You are our only hope,” Hakyeon said, sliding a file towards Taekwoon on the desk. “He’s a fucking phantom and everyone’s so lost.”

So, for the last three hours, Taekwoon has been sitting behind his computer with the file open in front of him, pictures and screenshots and handwritten notes and printed pages all scattered around, the name ‘Songbird’ repeated on every single piece of paper. This is torture and he’s already cringing so hard.

He has solved so many cases during his career: from criminal possession of weapons through mysterious deaths to some mafia-level shit, and now he’s been assigned this. He hates it more than anything before.

Maybe he’ll just start tonight, proceed until the point his colleagues have been unable to move on from, and say he can’t do it.

The Songbird’s website is entitled—surprise, surprise—‘Songbird’ and it’s pretty much just a blank index page with a high-resolution picture of some kind of bird* with the weirdest reddish-yellowish-orange feathers—the ends of which look like locks of red hair—and yellow and green head that Taekwoon has ever seen (he hasn’t seen a great many kinds of birds in his life). He clicks the image and a welcoming page pops up, asking him to either sign up or sign in.

This is it. This is where he should stop.

Taekwoon lets out a sigh and clicks the sign up button which directs him to a page that asks for his e-mail address, name, gender, the date of his birth, and the details of his credit card. How can this person be so fucking obvious.

He digs out the expired credit card Hakyeon handed him with the documents from under the pile of papers and types up the numbers, filling in the form entirely with fake personal data. He clicks the confirmation link in the e-mail he receives in his—again—fake inbox, and on the new page that pops up the title reads, ‘Welcome to Paradise’, a text box appearing underneath and asking him to write a letter to the owner of the site about how he found them, what he wants from them, and what he wishes to do to them.

Taekwoon lets his head fall on the desk and the pain in his forehead grounds him enough not to start screaming in frustration.

When the mobile phone next to his hand pings with a new text, Taekwoon almost falls off his chair in surprise.

It’s been four days since he signed up to the Songbird’s website and two days since the Songbird sent him a message in which he thanked Taekwoon for signing up and asked for his Kakao ID so they could chat there. The message was full of unnecessary emojis and tildes, and ended with an “xoxo, your Songbird”, forcing Taekwoon to stifle a hysterical laugh.

He gulps down some of his now cold latte to calm himself and takes the cheap, bad quality smartphone—a tool he was given to execute the investigation—into his hand, swiping up with a clammy finger to unlock the screen.

~Songbird~ hi Leo~~

He squints at the cheesy alias he’s chosen to use (if this person is a Songbird, Taekwoon might as well be something big and scary that would eat a fucking bird for dessert), and looks around in the office to see if someone is looking. Sanghyuk, on his right, is immersed in a video of weird game characters instead of actually working, so he takes a deep breath and replies.

Leo hi

~Songbird~ is something wrong? :^(

Leo no, why do you think something’s wrong?

~Songbird~ just the simple hi :/ i hope my message didn’t upset you, i was actually so surprised by your emotional letter~ hehe

Leo oh I was just… ugh I might have got a little carried away with that letter

~Songbird~ it’s okay it was really cute :3 i really liked the part where you wrote you’d like to take me out for a nice dinner and kiss me goodnight afterwards^^ you seem so sweet ♥

Leo thank you

~Songbird~ are you by any chance replying to me in such short sentences bc you’re shy? haha

Taekwoon puts the phone on the desk and drags his hands over his face, hating how his stomach is in knots from this whole thing. He’s never been a good communicator, neither has he been good at texting people in a smooth way, especially not if he was supposed to sound flirty. Maybe this is the point where he should hand the phone over to Sanghyuk to dig into the Songbird's ID specifications, or maybe he should just drop the phone into the toilet, possibly attempt to drown himself in the sink afterwards, but he sniffles instead and drinks the rest of his awful latte before taking the phone into his hands again.

Leo I’m not very good at texting people talking to you like this makes me a little flustered

~Songbird~ OMG so cute!! u don’t need to be flustered sweetheart you’re doing great! :) would it be better if i sent u a kiss?

Taekwoon all but chokes on his own saliva and Sanghyuk glances at him from the corner of his eye, ignoring him anew and going back to his video when Taekwoon stops coughing. His fingers are trembling on the screen when he types up his answer.

Leo I giess *guess

More than a minute passes without a new text and Taekwoon feels all the blood leaving his body to creep up into his cheeks, making him blush furiously. He shakes his legs nervously under the desk and his heart is going crazy and he’s just so fucking angry with himself for being such an anxious piece of shit—he might even be a little excited and it just makes him all the more annoyed.

~Songbird~ sent a video

The small clip shows a pair of pretty, plush and very pink lips that are pursed and they get as close to the camera as possible, a very loud smacking sound coming from the speakers of the phone. Taekwoon mutes the damn thing as fast as his jittery fingers let him, and when he looks back down at the screen, he sees the lips parting, revealing snow white teeth as the Songbird smiles sweetly.

And Taekwoon is mesmerized.

He replays the video three times, trying to imagine how the Songbird looks like, but he’s lost and all he can think of is that genuine smile and the little air kiss.

His legs stop shaking.

~Songbird~ better now?^^

Leo it was cute

~Songbird~ honestly you’re so adorable~~ I hope you’d still wanna kiss me after that dinner date

Leo yeah, I would your lips are pretty

~Songbird~ aww thanks i gtg now but i’ll get back to you soon sweet dreams honey ♥

Leo good night

Another night ends with Taekwoon headbutting his desk.

“Here.”

Taekwoon turns away from the document he’s typing up and glances at the mobile device on his desk, Sanghyuk letting go of it as he plops down in his chair. There’s a devilish smirk on his face that Taekwoon knows means something awful, his eyes already narrowing before Sanghyuk would say anything more.

“Have you found him?”

“I found an IP address, but that doesn’t mean much,” Sanghyuk says, leaning back in his chair. “But first—”

“I said no questions,” Taekwoon grumbles. “You’ve read the whole thing, haven’t you?”

“Read it, watched the video and all,” Sanghyuk replies and his smirk turns into a full grin. “You have such a way with words.”

“Shut up,” Taekwoon scoffs. “I need to get him to trust me. And I told you not to read it.”

“Yeah, well, that’s why I read it. He must have some very low standards if he thinks you’re cute, but anyways, what we now know is that the device he uses belongs to a certain Mr Kim Wonshik.”

“Which means that his real name is Kim Wonshik, right?”

“Maybe,” Sanghyuk shrugs. “He might have stolen it or something. But if I were you—and thankfully, I’m not—” Taekwoon sends him a death glare here, “I’d start off by digging up some info about this Wonshik guy and ask him if he knows anything about your little birdie. Or, if he is your little birdie.”

“He’s not my— oh, fuck off.”

Sanghyuk sniggers and turns back to his computer.

~Songbird~ sent a photo

Taekwoon snatches the phone away from the edge of his desk before Sanghyuk could touch it first, standing up to walk away so he wouldn’t have to deal with the nerdy brat’s examining stare as he opens the photo.

His breath catches in his throat when the picture finally loads and Taekwoon's back hits the wall of the empty corridor as he sways a little. It’s an almost full-body photograph and the person in it is wearing a black, silk-like bathrobe, the thin, shiny material sticking to a frail-looking body, the light enhancing every curve and edge underneath. The hem of the robe bunches just under the boy’s hip bones, leaving a pair of smooth, pale thighs visible, a large part of the Songbird’s chest also uncovered. He’s apparently lying on a bed, and Taekwoon notices a never before seen part of his face: a prominent nose above the plump lips which he has already seen at least twenty times in the video.

The Songbird is pouting.

~Songbird~ it’s such a lazy morning what are you doing sweetie?

Leo working

~Songbird~ oh you poor thing :( and what do you do?

Taekwoon takes a deep breath and writes down what comes to his mind first.

Leo I’m a lawyer

~Songbird~ !!! sounds exciting tbh i wish you were here now

Taekwoon slides down against the wall and crouches, his knees too weak to keep him upright any longer. He swallows around a lump in his throat.

Leo why?

~Songbird~ i’m bored and lonely :(

Leo do you think I’d be entertaining enough to make you feel less bored?

After some thinking, he adds a spiritless

haha

~Songbird~ well i have a few ideas about how we could pass time~~ not sure if i should tell you abt them at this point you still seem a little nervous :D

Leo I’m a little nervous but I mean you can tell me if you want

~Songbird~ first you could play with my hair bc i really like that^^ and then maybe we could kiss some hehe and if u feel up to it we could get rid of my bathrobe andddd i’ll let u know abt the rest if we can meet up sometime ♥

Taekwoon feels his limbs going numb, but despite the feeling, he springs up from the floor and locks the phone, putting it into his pocket as he starts striding towards the bathroom. He opens the tap and tries to stand as far away from the counter as possible so his crotch won’t brush against it, making everything happening down there a lot worse, and splashes icy water into his face, tapping it into his cheeks to calm himself. When he looks up into the mirror with some water drops running down his skin, he sees dark shadows under his eyes, his skin looks almost grey and there’s a flush across his cheeks, and he has a few more crow’s feet now than the last time he looked at himself for real.

He really needs to take a few days off and preferably get laid on those days, too, because withdrawing from any kind of intimacy with others has been taking a toll on him and now he’s hard just thinking about a naked stranger whose face he hasn’t even seen yet. How sick is he…

He also needs to see the Songbird behind bars as soon as possible.

When he storms back to his desk, Sanghyuk blinks up at him curiously, leaning into his personal space to peer at his monitor screen.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“I’m going to find Kim Wonshik.”

“And why are you so upset about this plan of yours?” Sanghyuk arches an eyebrow. “Did something happen?”

“Don’t talk to me now,” Taekwoon snarls.

“Rude.”

Taekwoon can’t exactly say he’s prepared for meeting the Songbird just now, but he stands in front of a door with a hand raised to it and ready to knock. He doesn’t really know what he’s going to do if the Songbird is the one who opens the door for him, and he doesn’t know what he’s going to do if it’s someone else.

So many years of being a detective and now he’s nervous about meeting a civilian.

He knocks on the door and waits, the knob turning after a few moments.

“Um, hi,” the guy standing in the doorway says, looking confused.

He is not the Songbird and Taekwoon is a hundred percent sure about it; he’s looked at the Songbird’s almost full-body selfie enough times to memorise his apparent proportions, his skin tone, the fragility etched into all of his visible body parts. The person in front of him is tall and lean-bodied and has a tattoo peeking from the collar of his tank top and Taekwoon almost heaves a sigh when he notices it.

“Detective Jung Taekwoon,” he announces, holding up his badge. “I’d like to have a few words with you.”

The guy goes pale, but steps aside and lets Taekwoon into his small studio flat, shuffling to the couch to fetch his slippers.

“Are you Kim Wonshik?” Taekwoon asks, looking around the place so he doesn’t have to look the guy in the eye, still feeling wrong-footed from the whole thing just because the Songbird is involved.

“Yeah,” the man says and Taekwoon closes his eyes for a moment in relief. “What’s going on?”

“Do you know the Songbird?” Taekwoon inquires then, pocketing his hands so he won’t fidget so obviously.

“Song— what,” Wonshik looks even more confused, standing in the middle of his flat in a pair of basketball shorts and a white tank top. He scratches the back of his head awkwardly. “Do you mean Jaehwan?”

“Jaehwan?” Taekwoon arches an eyebrow, his head snapping to Wonshik curiously.

“Ah, you don’t— oh,” Wonshik deflates and if possible, even more blood leaves his cheeks. “I— you might not be talking about him.”

“Has a website through which he recruits people he can trick for money by selling his body?” Taekwoon asks with a little bit of acid to it, and the blood returns to Wonshik's cheeks at that, turning it red.

“Listen, he’s not—”

“Do you know anything about his current whereabouts?”

“I don’t,” Wonshik says firmly and it’s true; Taekwoon sees the sincerity in his eyes and maybe some… sadness, too. “And even if I did, I wouldn’t tell anybody.”

“Yes, well,” Taekwoon snorts, “that would earn you a few years in jail and not in the same cell with him. Just saying. Anyways, he’s got a phone number that is supposed to be yours. Did you possibly give him a device to use?”

Wonshik opens his mouth and then promptly closes it. He makes a face as he asks, “Okay, can I get a lawyer at this point?”

“You could,” Taekwoon replies a little impatiently. “But I don’t think you want to go into the process just yet; you’ll have enough time for that later. So?”

“Do you want me to tell you how I’m connected to him?” Wonshik squints. “Like, everything?”

“By all means, yes.”

“Alright, well—” Wonshik's bottom hovers above a chair and he motions towards the one closer to Taekwoon, although a little hesitatingly. “Sit down, if you want.”

“Thank you.”

Taekwoon pulls out the chair and sits, lacing his fingers on the table top.

“So,” Wonshik clears his throat, “I’d actually heard about Jaehwan's site from a friend and—”

“Who is that friend?”

Wonshik furrows his brow in judgement, his facial expression turning dark. Taekwoon doesn’t budge, but he can feel how much he’s annoying Wonshik.

“His name is Hongbin, Lee Hongbin,” Wonshik replies with a small sigh. “I’m not sure how he knows Jaehwan but I think he said something about some high school they attended together? So, I was, like, really under the weather and I’d been like that for a while at that point and Hongbin suggested I try meeting with Jaehwan.” He pauses, shutting his eyes for a second. “Jaehwan and I, we talked a lot through e-mails, it was a bit like online friendship at first, but then I… I don’t know, I kind of started to feel something for him. We met up after a while and talked a lot and started meeting each other from time to time.” He glances up at Taekwoon, his face flushed again. “I just really liked Jaehwan and um, well, he said he didn’t like me like that, but he still wanted to be friends with me, though it was difficult because of his… circumstances. I gave him my old phone because he once mentioned how much more comfortable it would be to talk to people by using a smartphone instead of e-mailing each other.”

“Are you saying he’s been operating a website which actually brings him a lot of money, but there was a time when he didn’t have a phone?” Taekwoon asks, disbelieving.

“The website is not his and he said he can’t have a phone because it’s dangerous,” Wonshik says, now obviously concerned that he’s saying too much. He averts his eyes. “The whole thing is totally different from how you see it.”

“Care to share how it’s different?”

Wonshik leans back in his chair, his face haggard like he has aged 20 years during their conversation. He looks broken and now it’s Taekwoon who feels confused.

“I don’t want to talk about that,” Wonshik mumbles. “It’s— it’s just not my business to talk about, you know? I’ve never really been involved in the story apart from being Jaehwan's… friend, or whatever.”

“Are you currently in contact with Jaehwan?”

“No,” Wonshik shakes his head. “He’s not allowed to contact me.”

“What do you mean ‘not allowed’?”

Wonshik makes a wailing noise.

“Can we please stop now?”

“Alright,” Taekwoon takes a deep breath and stands up. “Thank you for your contribution, though; you’ve been a great help. Here’s my contact if you happen to remember something you wouldn’t like to keep to yourself.”

Wonshik slowly reaches out for the business card Taekwoon is offering him, turning it around between his fingers, looking at it, but probably not actually seeing it.

“Are you a real cop?” he asks, blinking up at Taekwoon.

“I am,” Taekwoon nods. “I have a gun and all.”

Wonshik snorts, half a smile quirking the left corner of his mouth upwards, but a beat later it dies down and he looks up with sadness in his eyes.

“Please, don’t hurt Jaehwan,” he says quietly. “He’s not the one at fault.”

Leo hey

~Songbird~ oh hello~ what’s up?

Leo I’ve been thinking and I wanted to ask you if we could meet

~Songbird~ finally haha ofc we can sweetie when would u like to meet?

Leo maybe tonight? if possible?

~Songbird~ sure^^ can u come to the hotel i’m staying at?

No one can really accuse Taekwoon of not trying his best as he parks his car in front of the four-star hotel and turns the rear-view mirror towards himself, examining his own face. He looks like he normally does, really; poker face and a cutting glance, his mouth a tight line. He did spend a little more time combing his hair than he usually does and he also took a shower because he felt like he needed it, and it’s not like he’s dressed fancy in just a T-shirt and a pair of jeans with his favourite sneakers, though the extra sprinkle of cologne might have been too much. He runs a hand over his face, trying to make his stupid heart understand that this is work, this is not a date and if everything goes well, he’ll leave this place with Jaehwan sitting in the back with a pair of handcuffs around his wrists, and then he’ll have some paperwork to do at the station. He’ll be in bed by midnight, content and happy and tomorrow Hakyeon will tell him he’s getting a bonus for doing an excellent job on this case.

It’s going to be okay. This is going to work out.

Taekwoon tries very hard to keep his composure as he tells the receptionist he’s there to visit the guest in room 524 and gets the assent, his legs feeling heavy as they carry him into the lift.

Jaehwan sent him a picture earlier, of himself, clad in only an oversized white T-shirt and what must have been the hem of his briefs peeking, pale thighs and pink knees and muscular calves all on display. He asked Taekwoon if he thought that shirt was okay for tonight and Taekwoon remembers the mirror selfie now as he throws his head back against the unforgiving metal wall, closing his eyes.

It’s going to have to be okay.

The door to room 524 opens after his second knock and Taekwoon freezes up immediately.

It’s Jaehwan standing in the doorway; he can tell not only from the T-shirt he’s already seen in the selfie but also from the broad shoulders and small waist, from the shapely legs covered by the black fabric of a pair of trousers. And Jaehwan's face is beautiful; his eyes two sparkling, almond shaped gemstones above the perfect curve of his nose, his lips plump and red even like this, when he’s not pouting. His hair is a honey brown colour and looks silky with his fringe pushed back from his forehead but a tiny lock is hanging there still, like it didn’t want to be restrained by hair spray. Taekwoon feels his jaw drop slightly.

"Hi," Jaehwan says in the most pleasant voice Taekwoon has ever heard, a wide, somewhat crooked smile spreading on his lips and the slightest of dimples appearing on the two sides of his cheeks. "Come in."

Taekwoon blinks a few to clear his head, though he doesn't succeed. He steps into the hotel room that looks quite cool considering it's only a four-star hotel, the furniture simple and the bedsheets crisp and white. He doesn't know how to proceed.

Jaehwan closes the door and pads to him with his naked feet, standing in front of him with a gentle smile on his face. Taekwoon feels a blush spreading over the bridge of his nose.

"I—" he starts without a clear plan about what he really wants to say. "I— I'm—"

"Ssh," Jaehwan whispers and then laughs, cupping Taekwoon's cheeks in his hands. "It's going to be alright. You're here now."

Taekwoon's heart skips a beat and returns to its job at full speed as Jaehwan pulls him in and presses his lips against his own, kissing him slowly, sweetly. It only registers in the back of Taekwoon's mind that he shouldn't go into it, the end of his train of thought just slipping out of his grasp, leaving him helpless and defenceless in the face of Jaehwan's citrusy perfume and the softness of his lips, the warmth of his mouth, and his bony fingers in Taekwoon's hair.

Jaehwan's waist is small but just the right size in Taekwoon's hold and he feels himself melt against the boy, Jaehwan swallowing a quiet mewl when it escapes his throat.

He doesn't want to stop this.

Jaehwan pulls away after too little time, a hand resting on the side of Taekwoon's neck, his thumb touching his pulse point. He looks like a peach blossom, Taekwoon thinks, his lips even redder and his cheeks tinted with a somewhat dark shade of pink, eyes fluttering as he looks at Taekwoon.

"You're different from how I imagined," Jaehwan says, tilting his head to the side. "A lot more handsome."

Taekwoon blinks a few in embarrassment, suddenly too aware of the hands on him, of his hands on Jaehwan. He pulls back entirely.

"Uh, can we talk?" he asks.

You know, I'm actually here to arrest you—honestly, what the fuck is he doing.

"Talk?" Jaehwan asks and glances away into a corner. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Jaehwan, I—"

Jaehwan stills entirely, pricking up his pointy ears, the dismay clearly visible on his face as he starts breathing faster, his lips parting.

“Let’s go to the bar,” he says urgently, and a moment later he’s grabbing Taekwoon's wrist, tugging him out of the room and almost running through the corridor.

They stop in a corner just by the fire exit and Jaehwan—as small as he looks—pushes at Taekwoon's shoulders, making him fall against the wall with a yelp.

“I thought we were going to the bar?” Taekwoon mumbles.

“No,” Jaehwan replies, furrowing his brow. “We just had to get out of there. Who are you? How do you know my name?”

“Wonshik,” Taekwoon says. Jaehwan's pretty eyes narrow and he seems to puff up a little. “And I’ll tell you who I am if you tell me why we had to get out of the room.”

“It’s bugged so he’ll know if you want to hurt me,” Jaehwan jabbers and that doesn’t serve with too much information. “You’re a cop, aren’t you?”

It feels like someone has just poured a bucket of ice water over his head and Taekwoon feels himself tense up. Jaehwan doesn’t seem to be particularly surprised anymore, nor does he look scared with his hands keeping Taekwoon's shoulders pinned to the wall; all he looks is angry and disappointed and hurt. And for some reason, Taekwoon feels ashamed.

“Listen,” Taekwoon starts, “what you’re doing is illegal and—”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Jaehwan rolls his eyes. “You were playing so well, I wouldn’t have thought— fucking Wonshik.”

“Okay, so, um,” Taekwoon straightens and forces Jaehwan's hands off his shoulders and instead, takes his wrists in his grasp. “I think it’ll be best if I take you to the station now.”

“No!” Jaehwan cries out, apparently shocked by his own volume. He shakes Taekwoon's hands off his wrists. “Don’t you understand? I’m not the one you should be after.”

“Yeah, well, you’ve tricked twenty-three people for money in the last few months; I’m pretty sure you’re the one I should be after,” Taekwoon replies, now getting angry.

“Has Wonshik told you about Hongbin?” Jaehwan asks, his eyes strangely wide like he’s afraid of the name.

“He said he’d heard of you from him.” Taekwoon knits his eyebrows. “Does he have anything to do with this whole thing?”

“Does he— oh my God,” Jaehwan goes pale and as he falls silent, Taekwoon can hear the vibration of his phone in the pocket of his trousers. Jaehwan fishes it out, closing his eyes for a second and taking a deep breath as he looks at the screen, swiping to take the call. “Hey. No, it’s nothing. We just needed something to make the atmosphere less tense,” Jaehwan chuckles and he’s putting up a perfect act until his eyes wander up to Taekwoon's face and he bites his lower lip. “You want to come here? Ah, but we haven’t— I’m not… I’m not in danger, Hongbin,” his voice goes low and he almost whispers, “I don’t think you should come here.”

Taekwoon feels his hands ball up into fists, the confusion irking him more than anything. He wants Jaehwan to stop talking on the phone and explain everything, to untangle this mess in his head, and also—he slaps himself mentally at this—maybe to kiss some more. Fuck everything.

“Okay,” Jaehwan says dejectedly. “I love you, too.”

That’s a nice little figurative kick in the gut.

Jaehwan ends the call and lowers his head, and he looks so tiny as he keeps staring at the floor.

“He’s coming here,” Jaehwan sighs and looks up at Taekwoon with tears shining in his eyes. “This is all your fault and I… I don’t want to betray him, but I’m so tired.”

“Do you… that is… do you want to tell me what’s going on?”

“I don’t really have a choice, now do I?” Jaehwan laughs hollowly and then he plops down on the floor. Taekwoon follows him down there and sits, watching as Jaehwan plays with a loose thread of his sock. “You’ll probably think I’m crazy and that this is unreal, but… so, the thing is that Hongbin had come up with this idea about half a year ago, I think? That we could make money with… well, me, because he said that a lot of men think I’m pretty?” He pauses.

“You’re really pretty,” Taekwoon says before he could think twice and then averts his eyes, a blush creeping up on his neck. Jaehwan snorts.

“I hate that you’re still so sweet when I’m making a confession that’s probably going to get me in jail,” he says. “But anyways, the point is that we’d set up that site and he’s not doing it… in such an immoral way? He only takes the money of those I agree to meet up with and as soon as he gets the confirmation from me that the guy has shown up, we charge their card. Your money has probably already been taken, actually.”

“I used an expired card,” Taekwoon mumbles.

Jaehwan laughs and this time it’s a happy one. He glances up at Taekwoon and says, “You’re not playing fair either.”

“Yeah, but I have legal permission for that,” Taekwoon replies and that makes Jaehwan chuckle again, the sound of it making a bunch of crazy butterflies swarm in Taekwoon’s stomach. “Are you, by any chance, you know… together? You said you loved him, too.”

That apparently saddens Jaehwan and his shoulders sag, his fingers trembling in the air and he stops playing with the thread.

“He really watches out for me and keeps me safe. It did start out like… dating, but I’ve been…” a deep breath, “I’ve got so tired of being used, because… I actually needed to… sometimes do service so those people I met up with could spread the word about this whole thing and we could get more guests and more money, but I didn’t have to do it every time. I’m just… I’m scared of getting out.”

“Scared?” Taekwoon asks. “Is he… threatening you or something?”

“No, of course not,” Jaehwan shakes his head. “I just… I knew there’d be trouble and I’m scared of… the consequences. For both of us.”

“I’m sorry,” Taekwoon says and he knows how empty it sounds even if he feels close to angry tears from the whole situation. He has never before felt this strongly that he wanted to just disappear, he’s never wanted to jump into a different universe and start a new life from scratch as much as he does now. He doesn’t want to be Jung Taekwoon; he wants to be that funny-looking bellboy down the hall.

“There’s really nothing to do, right?”

Jaehwan exhales shakily and his eyes are huge and full of worry, sorrow, and regret. Taekwoon takes his fingers from his crossed ankles and holds his cold hands in his palms, lets Jaehwan bury his face into the crook of his neck, his lips quivering against Taekwoon's skin.

Jaehwan wilts in Taekwoon's hold like a small flower that suddenly got picked out of the soil and left under the piercing sun to die.

The last time detective Jung Taekwoon sees his Songbird it’s in his cage.

Jaehwan has dark shadows contouring his glassy eyes and his skin is almost grey, his shoulder blades visible even under his shirt as if his wings have got torn out, leaving only the stubs there.

Taekwoon touches two fingers to the metal bars, tries to get closer to Jaehwan who is sitting in the corner, only half facing him, hugging his knobby knees to his chest.

Taekwoon wants to tell him he’ll get him out of there as soon as he can, he wants to tell him how he has already given his badge back, how he has already quit just so he can help, but Jaehwan doesn’t seem like he wants to hear any of those.

Taekwoon let him out of his prison only to lock him up in an entirely different way.

The Songbird can’t be free.

*it’s a raggiana bird-of-paradise

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McCumber sets course record, leads by five at Osprey Valley Open

Tyler McCumber leads by 5 strokes heading into the weekend of the Mackenzie Tour Osprey Valley Open. McCumber is looking for his first win on the Mackenzie Tour. He is a three time winner on the PGA TOUR Latinoamerica. Good luck Tyler on the weekend!

Caledon, Ontario, Canada — Playing the best round relative to par of the Mackenzie Tour season, Tyler McCumber claims that he just “sent it” as he took full advantage of a scoreable Friday morning on Osprey Valley’s Toot course, firing a course record-setting 61.

The number gives the Ponte Vedra, FL native a five-stroke lead heading into the weekend with a two-day total of 18-under, the second lowest in Mackenzie Tour – PGA TOUR Canada history, trumped only by Zach Wright’s 19-under mark earlier this season in Lethbridge.

The 27-year-old has been playing splendid golf since his opening tee shot on Thursday, making nine birdies on each day of the event. On Friday, though, McCumber managed a blemish-free card and added an eagle on his 10th hole of the day.

“I had it tracking and played good today,” said the 25th ranked player on the Order of Merit. “I obviously got some momentum going at the turn with that eagle, it was definitely a good day.”

While McCumber may have gained momentum from his eagle on 10, looking at the card, it looks as if he had it the whole way through.

Starting on the back nine, McCumber made three consecutive birdies from holes No. 11-13 before closing the nine with three more on Nos. 15, 16 and 18.

After backing up his difficult eagle putt on the first hole with a birdie on the second, the son of former PGA TOUR player Mark McCumber, who won and THE PLAYERS Championship in 1998, was officially on 59-watch.

“I was thinking it (could be a special day) when the momentum shifted at the turn after the eagle putt,” said McCumber. “It was a dicey right to left bleeder that just caught the left side and went in, and then I birdied two, my 11th hole, and started to think it could be a special day then.”

It appeared as if nothing could stop McCumber. However, he wasn’t alone in stirring up a storm, as a drastic tilt in the weather hit as the afternoon began and picture-perfect scoring conditions were wiped away by 40 km/h winds.

“The wind picked up on the back nine, the actual front nine, and it ended up playing a little bit harder,” said McCumber. “The course was definitely still gettable, though.”

For most in the field, this wasn’t quite the case. But McCumber managed a birdie on the sixth and had a 15-foot eagle look on his 17th to put him at 12-under on the day.

While the putt slipped by, the tap-in birdie set up a stress-free par on the final hole to set the course record. Conditions proved difficult for the afternoon wave as McCumber held the same five-stroke lead at the end of the day as he had when he tapped in on 18.

Drew Weaver and Lee Hodges draw into second place at 13-under, while James Love and Nick Kenney are eyeing the Freedom 55 Financial Canadian Player of the Week Award, each at 9-under.

Key Information

· If Drew Weaver sounds like a familiar name, it’s because it is. In 2009, Weaver was T40 at the U.S. Open. Struggling to find a firm standing on the PGA TOUR, Weaver played on the Mackenzie Tour in 2015 where he won the PC Financial Open and finished the season in the eighth spot on the money list. Finishing in 97th spot on the 2016 Web.com Tour money list, the Newport News, Virginia, native retained his card the following season, but has since lost status on the circuit.

· Jonathan Khan made five birdies on the back nine to follow up his first-round 64 with a second-round 68. Khan has one top-10 finish thus far this season, at the Lethbridge Paradise Canyon Open, and has made the cut on four other occasions.

· Currently tied with James Love for low Canadian, Nick Kenney is a teaching professional at the National Golf Club in Toronto and Monday qualified into the Osprey Valley Open.

· Shooting 37 on his front nine, Thomas Baik rebounded nicely on the back side with four birdies between hole Nos. 12-16 to shoot 69 and head into the weekend T5.

· With three top-25s to his name already this season, Cory Pereira looks to improve on his season best T8 performance at the Windsor Championship. Pereira has only made two bogeys through the first two days at Osprey Valley, recording rounds of 66 and 67 and sits T5 at 11-under.

· With destiny in his own hands, Sam Fidone can lock up a spot in the RBC Canadian Open with a solo-17th place or better finish this week at Osprey Valley. Bringing the momentum with him from his six birdies in his final seven holes on Thursday, Fidone made only a single bogey on his way to a 68 to heads into Saturday in a tie for fifth.

· The second-low rounds of the day belonged to JD Tomlinson and Andrew Buchanen with 64s. The former made seven birdies and an eagle on the par-4 sixth hole while the latter made an eagle on each side to go along with four birdies.

· Swede Mathias Dahl has only made a single bogey through two rounds at Osprey Valley, recording rounds of 68 and 67. Dahl is currently ranked 121 on the Mackenzie Tour Order of Merit.

· With 14 birdies through the first two rounds, Michael Schoolcraft has his sights set on his first top-10 finish of the season, currently T5 through the opening two rounds.

Quotable

“I have been playing some good golf and just haven’t quite put it together for four rounds, but I’ve been working on some stuff and it’s finally clicking, it’s nice to put it all together these past two days. I’m just going to keep sending it, keep pressing, just keep trying to make birdies and go from there.”

– Tyler McCumber

“Today was a lot harder than yesterday because the wind picked up on our last 14 holes. The downwind holes are very gettable, but the into the wind holes you have to buckle down and make pars.”

– Michael Schoolcraft

“It honestly feels like you just have to take advantage of all your scoring chances and, at the end of the day, you look back and realize how many shots you gave away even when you shoot a low score. You just try to take it one shot at a time and capitalize on every single hole out here to keep up with the leaders.”

– Michael Schoolcraft

“Pedal to the medal, that’s all you can do out here. I’m sure everyone is going to be thinking the same exact thing whether it’s the leader or a guy who just made the cut, tomorrow’s going to just be birdies after birdies”

– Michael Schoolcraft

“It was a great day, I honestly got lucky with the wave, but played good golf too and made some putts. We all get on the wrong side sometimes, it was awesome to see guys like Jake Johnson make the cut in that wave. I was happy I took advantage of getting lucky this week and I played well. I’m just going to play to win tomorrow, play smart, but aggressive and see what happens.”

– Corey Pereira

Second-Round Weather: Sunny, High of 26. Wind 5-40 KM/h.

Source: PGATOUR.COM July 20, 2018 By Brendan Stasiewich

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DnD Antics: The End.

nearly 2 years ago a group of college students and their professor (and his wife) got together and started a DnD campaign. Today, 3/3/2018, the story of The Wrecking Crew ends. How? Lets find out!

we start where we left off- in the middle of the battle vs the great devour- Agathaw. Envoy and SillyQ has several buffs going, Zack and Vale’s pets are making walls and barriers, Spine, Elizander, and Vale are hitting Agathaw hard, and Spine’s familiars and Alicaria are sending cores to other Planes.

me: is there a way to send a core to an alternate reality? cause if he gets to our world he’ll just get them all again cause “on all planes at once” and all that. Ryan: we’ve never been to any other worlds or realities. Sam: I have... Me:....send a core to rick and morty? ryan: N O

we get Agathaw so weak hes just an eye (for those wondering, our DM is using the technodrome as our final boss) and hes about to throw space at us again (he did it before. it was painful. no recommended). Spine stops him.

Spine: Stop before its too late... Agathaw: small creatures should learn their place as food. i will consume your world and become even greater. your efforts are meaningle- Vale: *fires 3 celestial bears at him and knocks him back* Alicaria: *throws a rainbow lotus (makes god killer poision) and it gets stuck IN AGATHAW’S EYE and does the Dance of Explosive growth* Sam: *dancing* lindsy: stop dancing. Sam: if i stop dancing it stops growing! me: can i help? *starts dancing*

its getting down to the wire we’re all out of spell slots from counter spelling Agathaw’s abilities, our luck rerolls are gone, and our ranger found out her animals didn’t HAVE to be in battle for her to get bonuses (they always were so when they sacrificed themselves and returned to her amulet of the hunt she was very confused when her buffs didn’t go away. took the whole campaign to figure it out XD) and its her turn.

she asks the primal Phionxes we’ve collected and they form The Phoenix of Paradise. along with the 4 elemental birds Spine’s familiar Watson (who we discovered was a very rare subspecies of phoenix) fuses with them. it then launches itself out and attacks Agathaw.

DM: the Phoenix of Paradise attacks, dealing *rolls*....oh damn....it explodes the Lotus sam: *freezes* oh no.... DM: dealing...*rolls*.... Sam: its gonna hurt the birds... i didn’t mean to hurt the birdies.... DM: *sighs and picks up the eye, removing it* using all of it’s strength and power- Ryan: can i soul sack them? DM: what? Ryan: can i soul sack the phoenixes so they aren’t perma dead? Lyndsy: why would they be perma dead? Sam: this is a selfless act of sacrifice. they can’t be revived from that. its a form of suicide. DM:....*rolls*.... you are able to soul sack a small portion of all five bird’s souls. *takes bird off table and replaces it with tiny bird figure* in it’s place because of your actions is....the Soul Phoenix. me:......wait.... its....its over? DM: Agathaw is dead. the comobination of the Louts posion and the- me: WE ALL LIVED? DM: yeah. congrats you guys!

Our DM has been planing this for 10 years. he has had many many MANY DnD parties come and go but none of survived his campaign. we are the first and only.

After everyone returns home Elizander sets out to start his school, the school of the void. his witchers hunt down void beasts and are one of the three things protecting the world from the likes of Agathaw. he makes the trial of the grasses safer and not so painful, allowing many races to become witchers. it is unknown if he lives into a 100 year future.

Spine goes about his duty of being the second thing protecting the world from the void- guarding the temple of Cthulhu. he creates a maze to the temple and attempts to marry SillyQ. he makes taverns all around the country called “End of the line Tavern.” he lives far into the 100 year future.

speaking of SillyQ, she runs a school/orphanage for the gifted. when she isn’t being the best person ever (tm) she is singing songs and telling stories in End of the Line Taverns exclusively. she lives far into the 100 year future.

Vale returns home and has many children with her Jade Dragon husband. she continues to hunt void creatures as the third thing keeping the world safe. she also tried to get her animal companions to leave and go live their lives but they refused. “go, do what ever you want.” she said as she turned around. when she turned back all of them were right behind her. she sets out on an adventure to find The Soul Phoenix. as it flies though the void its as if it is leading her somewhere. when she finally finds it they reveal themselves as the Soul Fire Bird, and they become her final companion. it is unknown if she lives into the 100 year future.

Zack becomes a true dragon and wanders, collecting followers and training them into monks. his son surpasses him in many ways. he lives far into the 100 year future, but only in his dragon form.

Envoy returns to trvaeling and brings her sister along. they tell their stories- of the Blue Flying Moose and the Green Burrowing Moose- as well as the tales of The Wrecking Crew. Envoy wrote the song “The Soul Phoenix (also known as The Wrecking Crew) and visits the pokeball when ever she can to reminisce and remember members of The Wrecking Crew once they pass on. Shiba, Little Buddy, and Guy travel with the sisters as well and as they wander they visit the crew when ever they can. When Envoy passes Little Buddy and Guy, both to their world guardian and mechsuit sizes, guard her grave in Frank’s Forest. Envoy does not make it to the 100 year future.

Alicaria leaves a note and a kiss for Envoy when she leaves. in her place is a guardian who sits and watches over a trident in her druid circle in the pokeball. she does not tell anyone she returns to the winged elf city but she does and becomes it’s protector. she visits the crew from time to time. Alicaria makes it far into the 100 year future.

somewhere in the seedy underbelly of every town, Nazul sits and waits. he hunts down anyone he is paid to murder and is in full control of the drug and whore house business in the forbidden city. it is unknown if he makes it to the 100 year future.

and that everyone, is the end of the wrecking crew. but with the ending of one story, 100 years later starts a new one! thanks for reading all these updates and keeping along with my first ever campaign ^_^

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