#the jaunter

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can yall believe a puppy just fell face first in the water bowl, and everyone gasped and the music went silent but continued again with even more jaunter as the puppy picked its head up out of the water and smiled, and the townsfolk danced

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Oh! How would the boys react to them accidentally hurting darling

Like for example, one of the boys was about to hit an ‘enemy’ but just as their fist is about to make contact the enemy ducks and they end up hitting darling who was conveniently standing near by.

Would they react the same for a severe injury as they would a minor one?

I did answer a bit of this for Toman in the end part of The Dawn a New Day Brings, so I'll just be picking and choosing some of the boys to answer for this! sorry for the silence, feels bad that I haven't posted in a while :') still working on a friend in me!

Masterlist

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Izana: Denial. Deny, deny, deny - much like how Mikey would react, Izana simply won't be able to come to terms with the fact that it was him who just smashed his fist into you. No, because he could do you no wrong, he was incapable of doing you any harm. Becomes even more enraged upon seeing you hurt, and instantly starts to blame what happened to you on the enemy instead of himself - doesn't matter who it is Izana was beefing with, it could be just some of your poor schoolmates, an enemy gang, his own gang; everyone is in for a world of pain. I would say that the outcome would be better for the poor souls on the other side if you were lightly injured, as compare to if you were badly injured - if you were just a bit bruised, Izana would simply beat them enough to teach them a lesson for "laying a hand on his darling", before rushing you to the hospital for treatment (much to your amusement, it was just a bruise). But if you were severely injured from his unintentional attack - one of his signature kicks that was dodged and landed on your head and leaving you unconscious - then uh oh. This boy wouldn't hold back, aiming to leave his victims at the very least incapable of escape with concussions or broken bones in as short of a time period as possible before rushing you to the ER. Would even have his gang stand guard around the area of the fight, not cause he cares, but obviously so that he could come back and torment them again later for hurting you. No apologies, because it wasn't his fault.

Kakucho: Already realised what was going to happen before it did as the enemy dodged, and tried to call out to you and warn you, but it was already too late and Kakucho could only watch as his fist fly straight into you. This poor baby boy would just blank out with what he had just done - couldn't believe that he had hit you, of all people in the world. Wouldn't blame you in the slightest, and wouldn't blame the enemy either surprisingly, just blame himself; after all, he was the one that invited you along for a jaunter before he could pulled into this nonsense. Plus Kakucho is sure to know you were nowhere as strong as him: that hit you took was way too strong for someone like you. If it was just a light injury, with your assurances that you were fine, Kakucho would be sure to finish up the fight, emptying his anger on the opponents for daring to jump the two of you out of the blue. But if you were injuried to the point of coughing up blood from the blow to the stomach he gave you, then no doubt Kakucho would drop everything to rush you to a doctor; even if it was his pride on the line, you came first. No doubt he would hunt them down later to deal with them individually, but more so as a comfort to himself that he dealt with the root problem. Would be very difficult for him to forgive himself for hitting you, even if it was an accident, and would spend a lot of time grovelling at your bedside while you recovered, apologizing relentlessly.

Taiju: Would be more pissed at you for being at the fight to begin with, no matter if its a minor or severe injury that you end up with. You knew full well that Taiju have and will never approve of you being anywhere close to fights and delinquent activity, especially ones that he was personally involved in, so when you accidentally stumble in on a fight he was in and didn't immediately leave, there was no doubt that this angry boy would put all the blame on you when his fist blows into the side of your arm. If you weren't there, then he couldn't have possibly hit you even if the enemy dodged right? Either way, Taiju would be sure to finish the fight, because he can't bear the thought of simply walking away. His pride and ego wouldn't let him. If all you got was a red mark on your skin, he would be tossing his opponents around, glance for a second at your bruise, and then haul you off to church. You'll get a bandage later. But if he felt a crack and your bone giving way under his punch, then Taiju would suddenly do a 180 and bundle you up into his arms, whisking you away to the hospital. You were always so much more fragile than him, and even if this boy was still gruff and acting all mean and lecturing you about safety, you were his top priority. Sets the Black Dragons on those morons one more time just for fun - he doesn't blame them in the slightest. Obviously not going to apologize, who asked you to be there in the first place?

Ran: Makes light of the entire situation - he doesn't seem rather disturbed or distressed by the fact that his baton just came lashing down across your leg. I mean, it already happened right? So there was nothing he could do to reverse it, might as well just keep going. Wouldn't blame himself, wouldn't blame you, wouldn't even blame the other side. It just happened. Of course he's going to get revenge and beat the living hell out of the other party because you were hurt, doesn't matter who did it, his blood is boiling even if he doesn't look like it, but he's still there teasing you and joking around, doesn't seem bothered at all that he had accidentally hit you. If you were lightly injured with just a strike on your skin, Ran would be sure to make fun of you for being so weak that even such a light hit leaves a mark as he beat down the rest of his opponents and leave them broken on the pavement. But if you were left with a bad wound, a deep cut from the metal of his baton that definitely needed stitches, Ran would be happy to tear a piece of uniform and firmly tie it around your wound to tide you over while he bricked everyone left standing, before whistling as he leads you to the nearest clinic. 10/10 no matter what happens would pull the classic big brother move and buy you bubble tea and ice cream to bribe you into keeping him on your good side.

Rindo: Looked very nonchalant about the entire situation, bored even, drawling that he had told you not to stay so close to the fight and that you should waited for him at the cafe when his catch and throw pulls you smack down onto the ground instead of his intended target. But inside this baby boy is an absolute mess - he can’t think straight, can barely keep his limbs moving, and all he can feel is growing panic. He hit you. He hit you. Rindo is basically moving on autopilot at this point, fighting and breaking joints while barely being there, as heard from his lack of sarcastic quips - his mind keep thinking back to the moment that he hurt you. Him snapping back to reality makes things even worse for those he was against though; starts rationalizing that if you were feeling pain, than everyone else before him should feel the same pain - and worse. If all you sustained was a black eye, Rindo would tear through anyone both standing and not, more brutal than he usually does, intent on causing as much pain as possible, words mean and cruel. But if you were in intense pain with no seeming cause - something that screamed internal injuries - Rindo resorts to calling in his brother for help. Doesn't like Ran around you, but he trusts the older Haitani to get you to help while he finishes things up here; and Rindo is not going to let anyone get away so easily. Breaks every limb of every person present just to soothe himself and steel his nerves before he goes to apologize to you and promptly breaks down mentally. You're the one that has to comfort this baby boy.

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Expeditioner's Joklumarkar/IS4 Critical Enemy Guide

Fleet Footed Follower

Lively Lout

Rapid Rapscallion

Jovial Jaunter

Hasty Haunter

Skittering Scamperer

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"LADS STOLE 15 BIKES GET 3 TO 12 MONTHS," Toronto Star. July 28, 1933. Page 2. ---- Sold Them Piecemeal Downtown and None Recovered - Spanking Suggested --- "These two boys admitted that they had stolen 15 bicycles." testified. Detective L. Sullivan, giving evidence against Wilbert Stewart and Joe Conforti. "Most of the bicycles were stolen from Sunnyside and city achosis. The thefts have extended over a month and a half. They took them downtown and sold them in parts. None of the bicycles had been recovered."

Conforti also was charged with having concealed weapons. "I found this pistol." the detective said. "He hadn't any ammunition."

"How long has he had it?" "About a week." The pistol had a broken spring, and Conforti wes remanded on that count. Appeal for leniency was put in for Conforti by his spiritual father. "I think it would be best if he were spanked," he suggested. "Unfortunately, we have no Authority to spank," pointed out Magistrate Coatsworth. Tom O'Connor pleaded their youth In extenuation. "These boys have been out of school for a year and they haven't been able to get work." "Three months definite and nine indeterminate," the magistrate cut in. "And I consider that to be a very moderate sentence." Jack Parr, who was arrested with the other two, and charged with stealing one bicycle, was put on probation for one year.

Found Guilty of Receiving Frank Grigg, found guilty of receiving some of the bicycles, was given the option of $25 and costs or three months. The two boys who had just been sentenced were witnesses.

All was going well until Mr. Ross confidentially asked Stewart: "Did you tell Grigg these bicycles were stolen?" Stewart answered quietly. "Yes." And however much counsel for the defence might storm, he never wavered. Conforti denied Stewart's statement. "We told Grigg that the bicycles belonged to us," he declared. "How much did he pay you for the wheels?" Mr. Malone asked. "He gave us $10 for the first one. If for the others." Mr. Ross pleaded that there was no conclusive evidence that the bicycles had even been stolen. "We don't know to whom the wheels belong." The crown asked for severity. "These two young fellows, Stewart Conforti, are going to serve two months servitude. The one who makes it possible for all this to go man like Grigg. I don't think he should get off." And he didn't. Fine or Jall for Vagrants "About four o'clock this morning 1 found this man trying to get into St. Michael's hospital," testified P.C. against George Harte, charged with vagrancy in men's court today. "The he wasn't creating a disturbance? asked Magistrate Coatsworth. "Yes, he was." replied the officer. "I wasn't trying to get into the hospital," Harte pleaded. "But I had a pain in my stomach." "Ten dollars or one month," his worship decided. Harte had hen previously remanded for examination at the psychiatric hospital. George Blanchett, Jerry Blanchett, Willian Powers and Wilfred Lord had all been picked up by a C.P.R. constable as they were riding the rods. The two Bianchetts could hardly show their heads over the rail. "How old is that little fellow?" asked the magistrate, pointing to George Blanchett. "He says he's 18," Inspector Nat Guthrie informed him. "Eighteen years or 18 months." his worship inquired. "Why don't you give him a chair to stand on?

The Blanchett brothers, who live in Windsor, but are working on a Grimsby farm, were put in the care of the Salvation Army. "You'll get them cleaned up, won't you, Captain Bunton?" the bench requested. "Oh yes," the captain agreed, "we have plenty of showers and bathtubs."

The other members of the quartet were sentenced $5 or ten days. Nine other jaunters pleaded guilty and were all given the usual $5 or a days. Had Concealed Weapons Robert Ahton, charged with carrying concealed weapons, was sent down for one month. "And I'm reccommending deportation to England at the end of his term." added his worship.

Ross Calder, Wiliam Thompson and J. Flannigan, charged with shopbreaking, were remanded til Aug.4 on bail of $500 each. Rocco Spizzeri, 19, was put on probation for one year for theft. He had stolen goods worth about $25 from the Queen St. warehouse where he had been employed.

W. J. Omand, charged with criminal negligence and with having concealed weapons, was remanded one week. According to police, the car driven by Omand on Oster Ave., struck James Young, aged 6, yesterday afternoon, the lad suffering fractured leg and skull. In searching the car, Detective Taylor found a pistol. There was no ammunition. Bail was set at $300.

Stood at Bay with Knife Telling of the arrest of John Mitchell at 2 a.m. on July 14. Detective Frank Crowe testified: "Finally Detective Brown and I chased him into a garage. After a moment or two I heard Brown shout: Look out. Frank, he's coming at you with knife.' I turned around and him brandishing this knife. I told him to drop It. He wouldn't. Then I drew my gun, and made him throw It over the fence." Mitchell was charged with theft and with carrying concealed weapons. The two detectives had first noticed him at the corner of Carlton and Parliament Sts., where he was stealing fruit.

"He only pinched a couple of peaches," pleaded Austin Ross, defence counsel. "It was the whole combination that makes it serious," his worship said. "You can't charge a man with having combinations," Mr. Ross retorted facetiously.

Pitched from Bicycle When the police first saw Mitchell, they drew their car up to the curb and said: "Come on now, boy. We're the police." However, he immediately hopped on his bicycle. Then followed a furious chase along Gerrard St.

"His bicycle hit a corner, but ho managed to land on his feet." Detective Crowe recounted. "Then he took to the backyards. When we cornered him at the garage, he had a pair of gloves on. And it was a very hot night. He also had a heavy hose nozzle on him."

"Couldn't this knife have been used. for quite peaceful purposes?" Mr. Ross asked. "I suppose It could, but, it's not very likely at 2 o'clock in the morning. Besides, It has a blade 4 1-2 Inches long."

Mitchell claimed he had been using the knife to repair his hose.

However, his worship thought it looked suspicious. Mitchell was consequently sent down for two months.

Cecil Tuck, charged with theft of an auto, was put on probation for two years.

Carl McMahon, who had been remanded on a charge of driving an auto while under the influence of Ilquor, was sent down for seven days.

Cadi Knows Dandellon Wine Before Magistrate Jones in liquor and traffic court, Albert Andrioll was charged with having. P. C. Brown testified to finding from 80 to 100 gallons of dandelion wine in accused's cellar.

Defence pleaded it was home-made and not potent.

"Thirty years ago I had my first drink of dandelion wine at a dance. I didn't dance very long. I know all about It," reminisced Magistrate Jones.

An order to have the wine confiscated was given and the charge withdrawn.

When Leonard Hatch, tried a week ago on a reckless driving charge, appeared for sentence, the crown ask- ed for adjournment, since some personal damage had not yet been. straightened. It was granted until Sept. 5, under $200 bail.

"He started to cry and said he had been a fool," related P.C. Colson, in the case of Harold Turner who, with William Bodner, was charged with having alcohol illegally.

Both men pleaded not guilty.

Colson alleged Turner had taken him to his cellar and produced 11 bottles of alcohol from a "hide-out."

Mrs. Turner said Bodner and another man had asked about renting the cellar. "If you get this man to 'rat' on the other, he might bump off Bodner." suggested Defence Counsel A. R. Hassard. "No, he won't, he's too big a coward." retorted the woman.

"This isn't Chicago," observed his worship.

Turner was remanded for judgment until Sept. 5. Bodner will pay $500 and costs or do three months. and one month.

"I'm guilty." James Hoult tried to impress on the court when a charge of being drunk and having liquor illegally was read.

He had been found lying in a store doorway and had a bottle of wine. He was released until Sept. 6 under bail of $500. His wife will then re- port an his conduct.

A charge of "having" against Mike. Michlow was withdrawn, but Nick Gurrell, Jointly charged. was sentenced to $300 and costs or three months and one month.

John H. Turnbull had liquor in an automobile. He will pay a fine of $20 and costs.

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All the Estwald NPCs from my Jaunt Through Innistrad Campaign

After getting so flustered at the end of last session, as I wasn’t expecting the party to arrive late enough to meet gate guards, and the fact that not being a sexist arse is more difficult than I initially thought, I have spent the last few days fleshing out and rolling up my NPCs for Estwald and finally have the whole town accounted for.

Not every single guard and farmer and fully fleshed out, but I want some room to make stuff up and every one of particularly or passing note is.

Most of these NPCs come from two one shots that I’m starting the game with after my intro session with session one with other I have added using old germanic name lists, rollign and amking stuff up.

For the campaign I am setting it before the events of the first Innistrad block and intending to play through the various stories and explore the wolrd by stringing various one shots together and rewoeking them to fit the setting and the overarching and evolving campaign narrative set by the Innistrad story, the goals and character of the characterrs, and things that come up on the journey.

Moon Over Graymoor by  S. T. Mannell FREE

A dark curse settles over the town of Graymoor...

Moon over Graymoor is a short adventure written for Dungeons and Dragons 5th Edition, for first level player characters. It is intended to be a good first adventure to run; something for new players, or even a new Dungeon Master to try.

The players are turned loose in a hamlet that has suffered a handful of vicious murders, and it’s up to them to investigate. Players will gather clues, canvass the villagers, and if they’re smart, pick up a few things along the way that might just give them enough bite to face off against the beast, and survive.

I have made Estwald the setting of this story, as this story works really well as a precussor and foreshadowing of the awful things things that will eventually happen to Estwald as the story of Innistrad unfolds. If they think one bad wolf is bad now...

Witch of Underwillow by  Merric Blackman $1.50

The villagers fear the forest, and rightly so. When wolves drag a child into the forest, there is only one option: find brave adventurers to follow the wolves and save the child! However, are there things the villagers aren't telling the adventurers? What dark fate awaits them when they face the Witch of Underwillow?

The Witch of Underwillow is a short two-hour adventure for characters levels 1-3, suitable for use in Barovia or in a standard fantasy setting.

This is a really interesting one shot that I love for having more thoughtful ideas and puzzles behind it than being a classic hack and slash goblin hunt, though there is enough combat to keep the more martially minded entertained.

The thing I love about both of these one shots, which I will do full reviews of once we’ve finished them, is that they subvert expectations, which is always something wonderful in D&D and roleplay, as welll as being something that will be a strong them of this campaign.

On the surface Innistrad seems very black and white with the chruch and angels looking after humanity against the horros of the night, but much like the Warhammer 40K universe the ‘good’ side has a great deal of its own corruption and hypocrisy and those demed horrors and outcast are often victims or the lost themselves.

I really look forward to playing with this troughout the campaign as we have a very interesting party: a pair Inquisitors who work somewhat outsidethe church’s doctrine and jurisdiction, one of which somehow performed a miracle granted to her by an angel of curing the other of lycanthrope aftter a howlpack called him, as well as a Druid who was a demon-worshipping cultist that repented on his deathbed and was granted a new life by a spiritual heron, and finally, a snake oil Alchemist with a tragic past and questionalble morals.

I shall share more about each charcter and their backstories another time.

Good hunting and happy gaming :)

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In spring 2019, Hiro Shimono will be starring in his first live-action movie. It’s a sci-fi romance called Chronos Jaunter.

Shimono is known for his roles in Attack on Titan, Baka to Test, and Uta no Prince-Sama. He is well-versed in live-action acting and has taken part in Kenichi Suzumura’s Ad-Live.

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My Wishlist, in the middle of the night

I want money, infinite money

So I can watch Kosaka and Asuma's movie on Sumabo

And watch Asuma's drama on Sumabo too

I want money to buy a magazine featuring Ucchi/Trignal/IshiKai

I want money to have Japanese lesson

I want to understand Japanese so I can subbing radios and videos :'(

I want my college task just disappear

I want to forget about how Hidamari ga Kikoeru's story goes so I can rewatch it

I want money to buy hypmic merch

I want money to buy haikyuu merch

I want Ucchi to star in a drama/movie, but it's most likely impossible

I want to watch Japanese drama but not with famous actor. No Yamazaki Kento, no Takeru Satoh, no.

I want "Omaera Zenin Mendokusai" Live Action movie to be available online + subs

I want to watch Chronos Jaunter

I want Kami Voice available full with english sub online

I want to write just like anyone, having good choice of words :(

I want to understand Ucchi's podcast :(

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My 2021 Christmas Mix

Just like the past 5 years I’ve made a Christmas mix and uploaded it to 8tracks. Check it out!

https://8tracks.com/plan9fromouterspace59/jingle-jangle-jukebox-vol-6-jingle-bell-schlock

Tracklist:

Intro - Die Hard 30th anniversary trailer Run DMC - Christmas in Hollis Mavis Staples - Christmas Vacation The Crypt Keeper - Christmas Rap The White Stripes - Candy Cane Children Perry Botkin - Silent Night Deadly Night theme Theocracy - All I Want for Christmas George Thorogood and the Destroyers - Rock N Roll Christmas Pellek - Town Meeting Song (Danny Elfman cover) Halford - Oh Come Oh Come Emanuel Billy Idol - Yellin' At the Xmas Tree Tin Idols - Baby It's Cold Outside (Frank Loesser cover) Douglas Pipes - Unholy Night MxPx - Christmas Night of the Living Dead The Drive -'Twas the Night Before Christmas Interlude - Dunkin' Donuts Christmas commercial Bad Religion - Angels We Have Heard On High Impaler - Krampus Jonathan Young - Oogie Boogie's Song (Danny Elfman cover) The Rhythm Coffin - Spooktacular Season's Greetings August Burns Red - Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy The 69 Eyes - Christmas in New York City OGRE - Enter the Sleigher Clint Robinson - Mele Kalikimaka (Bing Crosby cover) The Brian Setzer Orchestra - Santa Drives a Hot Rod The Dan Band - I Want to Rock You Hard this Christmas Sonata Arctica - Christmas Spirits Jaunter - The Lights by the Fire Lee Montgomery - Slayrider Alice Cooper - We Wish You a Merry Christmas Outro - An Xmas Message from Alice Cooper

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"angler-class" is a classification used to describe a specific type of AAA-class jaunter ship which has a flat maglock on one side, allowing it to magnetically attach to the side of any ship

typically, angler-class ships act as an extra gun for a larger ship with worse offensive power. for this reason, they are frequently used in the Occam Interstellar fleet

sometimes these ships are used by pirates, to create a means of ingress to a target ship, or by hitchhikers, which clandestinely attach to a much larger ship to save on fuel

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A Fun Friday

Day 3: Manhandled | Held at Gunpoint

This was embarrassing. Plain and simple.

First of all, it was hot, unbearably hot in the empty warehouse room where he was tied to a chair, and he'd been there for hours. He was sweating a lot as a result, and it especially didn't help that he was still wearing his suit, and he hadn't even been allowed to take off his jacket! He had some pretty rude kidnappers, but they weren't the worst part. No, the worst part was that he hadn't been kidnapped alone, but that he'd been kidnapped with Steve Fucking Rogers.

He hadn't seen the man in more than eight months, their last point of contact being the letter that had come in the mail so long ago, bearing the phone that had been in his pocket, but which had been taken upon being kidnapped. So, he was having a great time sitting in an uncomfortable metal chair, with cheap rope wrapped around his hands and legs, and sweating his mind off in a stuffy warehouse in July.

It was an amazing Friday. He briefly wondered what the kid was doing, since she was supposed to come over to the tower today. Maybe Happy hadn't picked her up, instead telling her to buzz off and hopefully not telling Penny why she couldn't come. Because if that kid knew, he knew that nothing would stop her from trying to find him, and this wasn't exactly the situation he wanted her in.

But luck had never really been on his side, had it?

Tony barely ever spared a glance to the man to his right, chained to the wall instead of tied to chair, though he could tell the Captain was trying very hard to get his attention, probably for some kind of escape plan. But Tony was already working on one, he didn't need Rogers's help, and he certainly didn't want it.

"So, Stark, quite confused to see Rogers here, huh?" one of his kidnappers asked haughtily, jauntering up to the two as the other men set up something in the background. Tony glanced at his old friend, and Rogers stared back for a second, though he ignored the rather sad and closed expression on his face. The man in front of him was clearly young, judging by his stature and lanky skinniness, though the mask on his face covered his features other than his thin lips and green eyes.

"Not really. He always pops up where I don't want him to be. I'm more curious about why we're here," Tony responded effortlessly, much to the chagrin of the young man.

"Duh, money and immunity."

"...That doesn't make much sense. The money, that I get, but immunity?"

"Rogers is a criminal, we turn him in, we get a few favors from the government, we send a video of you to your fiancee, we get some money, easy peasy. Well, a lot of money, I'm sure you have plenty to spare."

"Yeah, on protecting the world, but we generally agree that ransoms aren't more than two mil."

"That's barely a base for us," the man responded, but Tony just shrugged. So, money and favors. Wasn't too bad, they weren't complex or revenge seeking, and chances were nobody was going to die. He'd still like to keep money out of their hands, and Steve out of the government's, but it could be way worse.

"That's it, really?" Steve asked, clearly annoyed. Tony understood the inconvenience, this had been planned to be a fun Friday, but still, he didn't really want to hear his voice at this moment. It felt like cheese graters against his ears, "Just money and a bit of leeway?"

"Nah, Johnny forgot about the last part," a different man said, clearly older and coming up from behind him, placing a hand on the younger man's shoulder, "It's whatever, he's knew."

"Oh, yeah!" Johnny exclaimed, excitement clear on his face, "We need Spider-Woman too!"

Tony's blood ran cold, and for the first time since he'd woken up in this stupid place, he was threatening, and he was mean, "What the hell do you need her for?"

"She's getting in the way of business," the older man responded easily, "But that's all you're getting out of me. You're going back, and we don't need you sniffing around."

"Tough luck, you already told me you're looking for, and you're not getting her."

"Well, we're getting her before we send you back, so I don't know how much say you have in this."

"Yeah, how are you doing that? She's at Avengers Tower right now, you won't be able to get her," he replied, lying through his teeth. Technically Penny was supposed to be at the tower, but it was more likely she was patrolling, even possibly looking for him.

"Oh, we'll call her, then," the older man said, turning back to the other goons, "Has anyone got his watch? Or phone?"

"We dropped the phone," replied one, fishing something out of his pocket as he walked over and then handing it to the head goon, "But here's the watch. Do you reckon' the machine is done?"

The man gave it a once over, "It looks like the diagram said it would be, though he did say it would be easier to put together. Into your positions then."

Tony jerked in his chair as he watched them, a deep cold running through his body. If they called Penny, and told her they had him, she would come and check it out, no questions asked, even without proof just to make sure she was safe. She was stupidly loyal like that, and he came to resent her for it a little more each day.

The men moved to another room to make their call, clearly not wanting any interruptions from him, and he took the time to try and work at his ropes. Steve, it seemed, was more incline to start a heart to heart.

"Tony--"

"Not now, Rogers."

"Look--"

"Not. now. Rogers," he enunciated steelily. Steve didn't look hurt at his harsh words however, just disappointed, which really didn't help anything, "Shut up."

"I didn't say anything."

"You were thinking something stupid, don't deny it," Tony quipped, continuing to try and tear at the rope, trying to get it to snap from friction, but it wouldn't be fast enough. He couldn't even hear what they were saying a room over, but if Penny came, he knew how little she cared for her own health, how willing she would be to save him, "Can you break your cuffs?"

"No, I've been trying, but I need more time than we'll have."

Tony swore, "This is bad. She'll be here soon and--"

"Let her," Steve interrupted, and Tony turned on him, fury in his eyes.

"Excuse me?"

"What? Have you or have you not been mentoring that kid for since Germany? You don't think she can save us from an amateur kidnapping?"

"It's not that," Tony muttered.

"What then?"

"Look, I don't know if you know this, but I am not required to share my personal life with you, especially not anymore. I don't care what you say, that kid is brash and stupid and good, and would give her life for mine in an instant. I don't need her down here getting herself hurt when we could very well get out of this ourselves. So, if you've got a plan that doesn't involve Spidey, I would love to hear it."

Steve was silent for a moment, his eyes glancing between the complicated looking contraption sitting in the middle of the room and the billionaire beside him, "Do you know what that thing is?"

"Sure, it's Matter State Stabilizer, a pretty crude one, but it should hold up to about...three thousand pounds, if my math is right, which it always is," Tony answered, glancing up and down at the machine, unimpressed, before turning back to Steve, "What? You gotta plan?"

"You're not gonna like it."

Tony sighed, "I never did like any of your plans."

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Penny wasn't exactly sure what was going on. She was supposed to be at the tower right about now, but instead she was patrolling, which wasn't bad, but she didn't understand why Mr. Stark had cancelled. She hadn't even gotten a text from him, just a quick 'You can't come today, Tony will reschedule.' from Happy. She was a bit confused, since Mr. Stark usually had an explanation for her that he gave himself, but she assumed he must have a good reason.

She assumed right.

She'd been patrolling for barely two hours when Karen's screen had lit up with an icon of Mr. Stark, and she'd been so surprised she'd nearly let go of her web an fallen.

"Incoming call from Mr. Stark," Karen said, and she told her AI to answer it.

"Hey, Mr. Stark!" she greeted without missing a beat, "What's up? Happy said that you were--"

"A little preoccupied?" cut across a voice that was definitely not Mr. Stark. Her heart skipped a beat, making her flounder in midair, and she barely managed to cling onto the corner of a nearby building. Only Mr. Stark could call her through the suit, or Ms. Potts or Colonel Rhodes or Happy, not whoever the hell this person was.

"Who the hell are you?" she demanded, "Where's Mr. Stark?"

"Like I said, preoccupied," the man replied coolly, "Now, here's the deal, we have him, do you want him back?"

"What? Yeah. I'd like for my mentor to not be kidnapped. It's a little hard for him to teach me anything like that."

The man laughed dryly, "Well, you want him back you're going to have to work for it?"

"...What do you want?" she asked hesitantly, quietly indicating for Karen to start tracking the call.

"We just want you to stop by, alone of course. You bring any friends and a bullet will go in 'Mr. Stark's' head. Got it?"

"Yep. Bullet in the head. Real original. Where am I stopping by?"

He rattled off in address in...New Jersey. Why? Why so far away. And why New Jersey? Ew. They couldn't just stay in Queens for her? It'd make things so much easier.

The man hung up before she could say anything else quippy, so she was left to make her way all the way over to Ew Jersey, which take much longer than she would've liked. As she swung, eventually managing to get herself onto a ferry that moved much too slowly for her taste, she thought about calling Vision or Colonel Rhodes. Surely they were looking for Mr. Stark too, surely they could handle the situation better than her. But they'd told her to come alone, or else Mr. Stark would die. Though going alone was exactly what Mr. Stark had told her not to do... Whatever, he could yell at her after she'd saved his life. If she was lucky, maybe she'd get shot and Mr. Stark wouldn't say anything.

It took her too long to get to New Jersey, her muscles stiff yet trembling with anticipation and fear, and as soon as she could be, she was moving, leaping off of the ferry and scrambling across building after building, webs shooting from her wrist as she made her way to the warehouse. Because of course it was a warehouse. It was always a fucking warehouse.

Penny landed on the side of it, trying to peer through the mostly boarded up window, the lenses of her mask widening in surprise. Mr. Stark was in there, but not only Mr. Stark. She was like, 80% sure that the super buff guy with a beard next to him was Captain America. How--why did they not mention this to her?? Did they not think it was important? Sure, she didn't really know the guy, but it seemed like important information to her.

The teen debated with herself for a minute if she should sneak in or announce herself, but the guard with a gun standing erect beside Mr. Stark, who was gagged with a string and a gross, old looking sock, reminded her of their threat. She couldn't risk anything happening to him. She couldn't lose him. So, taking a deep breath, she squeezed through the window and then dropped on the floor in the center of the room.

All eyes turned to her, and she dutifully ignored Mr. Stark's glare that was burning a hole right through her, annoyance clear in his gaze, which irked her a little. He would do the same for her, why should she have to leave him hanging?

Focus, Penny. She had to keep this under control. She cleared her throat and gave the men with masks in the room a little wave, "Hey, guys. You called?"

"Hands in the air, you freak," the one by Captain Rogers said, raising his gun and pointing it at her. She lazily complied, her lenses narrowing at the man.

"Nice mask, but I like mine a little better. The black's a little boring," she quipped, and she could practically feel the eyerolls in the room.

"Shut up," ordered a voice, one she recognized. She turned to stare at him, realizing it must be the man she had talked to over the phone, and he, too, was pointing a gun at her, one she recognized and brought back a familiar sick feeling in her stomach, "You've caused enough problems around here. Now, I've heard there's a bounty on your head along with the human embodiment of an eagle over there, so you're going to sit like a good girl and no one gets hurt."

"Um, so if you're just trading us for bounties, what's Mr. Stark for? And how'd you even kidnap him? Or Captain America? Actually--"

"Nope, I don't need a yapper. And the bounties aren't that nice, especially to what a billionaire could offer."

"Fair enough, I guess," she shrugged. She glanced back over at Mr. Stark, not quite sure what to do, especially with the gun that was pressed closer to his head as she looked over. His eyes bored into her, desperate and sad and angry. But then they glanced over to the Captain. She glanced over at him as well, not very surprised to see him watching her closely.

So, they clearly had a plan, so how did she not ruin it? She guessed she'd just have to listen to the men with the guns until they were no longer pointed at her mentor.

"Great," the man said, and then he flicked the switch on his weapon. She flinched at the blue beam that shot out of it, encasing and trapping her. The man laughed ecstatically as he flung her around in the air, clearly trying to make her dizzy, but she honestly just hated the vibrations in the air around her.

"Oh. My. God. Can. You. Fucking. Stop!" she yelled, her voice warped through the stupid gun as the men jeered as she was flung around the warehouse, which was pretty annoying. After a few last laughs, she was dumped from being held in the gun to being held in the machine, though the vibrations and the blue hue didn't change. Huh, it was actually pretty cool. How did these guys even get something this big that could produce this kind of energy it was insane--

"Great, who do we call first?" a man asked as he looked over their haul of three superheroes. Penny flipped over inside her really cool scientific chamber lazily. Now that she was in the bigger thing, it honestly just felt like a massage.

"FBI. The Avengers will haul ass down here the moment we say we have Stark."

"Okay, let me just--"

A tremor ran up Penny's spine, and in a moment that felt like it was forever--a cracking sound from Mr. Rogers's direction, a slight nod from Mr. Stark, and her flipping back over--she flicked out her wrist and clicked.

Immediately a web shot out, grabbing the gun from near Mr. Stark just as Cap broke out of his cuffs, knocking the man next him unconscious. Badass.

There were shouts and cries of confusion at the movement, and she took that as her cue to web the nearest man and launch him towards her, his body hitting the release button, allowing her to fall onto the ground, free of her really nice massage. She wondered if she could convince Mr. Stark to let her keep this thing.

Probably not, but it was worth a shot.

Like a flash, she leaped off of the machine, leaving Captain America to fight while she grabbed Mr. Stark. The bullets raining we enough for her to not bother untying him just yet, instead grabbing him in the whole chair and leaping into the rafter, where they were relatively free of the flying metal pieces of death.

"Hey, Mr. Stark," she greeted, setting him down and quickly snapping the ropes around him, "We're always in the weirdest situations, so I was thinking we get some ice cream later. Less weird, right?"

Mr. Stark tore his gag off, gagging at it before throwing it underneath him in disgust, "Don't think you're not in trouble when we get out of this."

"Am I still in trouble if I get shot?"

"Don't you dare."

"I can leave you up here."

"Put me down and then go help Cap," he ordered, and she rolled her eyes, sighing as she picked him back up and jumped down with him in his arms, which must look pretty funny what with their height difference and all.

The fight honestly didn't last long. It was hilariously short, over in less than five minutes as she dodged and hit and webbed with absolutely no problem. One she'd webbed the last person to the ground, she bounced back over to Mr. Stark, who was looking at her a little disdainfully.

"Oh, pity. I didn't get shot," she greeted, and he just closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"A heart attack. That is what will be the death of me. You giving me a heart attack, I want you to know what when you lay down flowers at my funeral."

"I was thinking about leaving, like, a bagel on your coffin."

"You're the worst, the most awful, snot-nosed kid I have ever met," Mr. Stark accused all while wrapping her in a half hug. Captain Rogers watched them with a politely confused expression, and Mr. Stark tensed.

"Um, nice to see you again, Mr. Rogers. But like, why are you in Jersey? It's gross."

He huffed a laugh, "I didn't really plan to be here. I was actually in Vermont, so."

"Cool, uhhh--"

"You don't have to try and make conversation with the grandpa, kid," Mr. Stark joked, "We'll give his team a call and then I was thinking Thai."

"I think Ms. Potts is going to yell at you tonight, not let you eat takeout with me."

"...We'll eat at your place."

"May will yell at us."

"What's your friend's name? Ted? Ed?"

"Ned," she corrected, smiling so widely her cheeks hurt. She opened her mouth to say something else when suddenly there was a loud crash! and they all turned, standing defensively, to see the Falcon, Black Widow, and Scarlet Witch standing in the doorway, looking over the three of them with confused expressions.

They all stared at each other for a solid twenty seconds before she called, "You're late!"

Honestly, this had been a fun Friday.

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a simple poem based off a prompt (under the cut) 

(ID: a poem on a white background. The poem is titled “The Well-fed Gulls” by Marvin Gallway. The poem reads: “Hitched saunter, You jaunter - Cane against sand.  Wise man of the gulls, with bread under your arm; Birds meant for fishing follow in tow like a parade in great honour, of the old man’s caned saunter. And watch do I, knowing bread makes the dock birds ill.” End image description.)

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Twenty-Six Days

Nearly an entire month has passed since she died. A handful of those days were without tears. But all twenty-six of them have been endured with a 2-liter cola bottle lodged in my chest ready to burst it’s sorrow seltzer all over the minutes of my day. Most days, I cry. Several times a day. It can not be stopped so I quit fighting it after the first week. There is no point in trying to feign strength. The hot sorrow makes its way upward, spilling out my swollen eyes whether I swallow the tears or not. It’s like a bitter medicine I must take. I know it will eventually be good for me so I dutifully take it.

 All this for a dog? Short answer: yes. All of it. How can I not grieve so bitterly? She was my constant companion for eleven years. The first and only dog that I met and gasped, yes, gasped! at the sweet sting of cupid’s arrow! By her excitement  I assumed she felt the same. My soul mate was a dog. Who knew such a thing could happen? I’ve had many wonderful dog companions. A couple even made me wonder if they were humans who had reincarnated as dogs, they were so personable.

 But Izzy was entirely different. She had a keenness and intelligence about her that reminded me of angels or brand new souls like that of newborn babies fresh through the veil. She was entirely innocent. Have you ever met a dog that liked butterflies and suntanning? Or one that sought out particular flowers to smell? She actually stopped to smell the roses on evening walks. And then she would smile and jaunter on, her boxer butt sashaying down the sidewalk. Her obedience was astounding, too! I hardly had to train her. She just seemed to know what I wanted and then she would do that thing. Her entire existence had a singular purpose and it was to be with me. With her in my life, all seemed calm. Now she is gone and I am bereft. 

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The Story of a Jaunt Through Innistrad #1

The ‘Jaunters’ came together at the Kessig border at the beginning of New Moon, Inquisitors Ernt Förstemann (Haunted One/ Inquisitor Fighter) and Hjördís (Archaeologist/ Inquisitor Rogue) arriving together from working in Gavony, while Absjorn Agnarr (Hermit Druid) and Eckhat Reinhardt (Sea Merchant Alchemist) arrived together, as the latter met the former in Kessig, having travelled from the Nephalian coast.

Together they arrived at the border town of Trostad and were soon tasked with defending the townsfolk from three large spiders that had left their homes in the Kessig woodlands to feed. A combination of crack shots, deft cuts, green-mana infused magic and a steady rain of alchemical bombs left the arachnids a smoking ruin of limbs and ichor.

The owners of The Silent Graf Inn, Štefan and Yana Kohout, overjoyed that the spiders never made it to them and their mischievous adolescent sons, Pavlo and Olek, gave the party free drinks, lodgings and a skin of quality Wayward Wolf ale to take with them.

During the revelry, amid backslappings and pipe smoke, the Kahout boys, who had previously been pestering Eckhat to see his other wares, cornered the Alchemist, furtively asking for a love potion. Bing a man of somewhat questionable morality, having a history of dealings in the Erdwal with the criminal classes of Nephalia, he agreed and quickly knocked up a pale pink looking liquid with a faint aroma of rosewater. Adding a dirty cork to a glass tube, he handed the concoction to the older boy, pocketing the few moons for his troubles. Ignorant of the target of their affections he told them to get the potion as close to their paramour’s face for the greatest effect, chuckling maliciously to himself that, while the contents of the vial might be somewhat effective, it could also create an irritation or even a nasty burn. Oh well that’s the joys of experimentation after all.

The boys rushed inside eagerly, Pavlo pulling a roughly-made catapult from his britches. It was only when Eckhart entered to see the young lad aiming the sling, loaded with the glass vial, one eye shut and tongue bitten in concentration, squarely at Hjördís’ head that he knew he was in trouble. He snatched wildly at the test tube that tumbled and smashed on the hardwood floor, a reek of sour rose petals pervading the bar.

Coming back from the bar with another foaming round, Hjördís spotted this bizarre scene through the mist of Absjorn’s pipe smoke and gave chase to the two boys, sending them running in fear from the spry Inquisitor. Reactions honed over the years, alerted Ernst to his fellow Inquisitor’s run, and in moments the old pistol he had been cleaning so diligently was locked and in his hand. He had no idea what she was after, but he was ready to have her back, wincing slightly as his aging frame made slight protest, but still sprang into action.

Outside, Hjördís drew her twin rapiers bellowing menacingly at the two boys as the disappeared into the distance, which soon fell to laughing as she saw Ernst scanning the horizon for danger down his gunsights.

Inside Asbjorn continued to bask in a job well done, drinking and smoking contently, while Eckhart was chagrin and still doing his best to clean up the mess, as the Inquisitor’s reinterred, Hjördís flashing a warning look at the Alchemist.

Leaving the excitement of Trosdat behind them, the Jaunters set off deeper into Gavony towards Estwald.

The sun is high in the sky as you make good time across the rocky scrubland of the moorlands. A great flapping of wings above draws your attention, with a mixed rush of fear of large bird of prey or even the wondrous sight of a griffin...but the sight is as breath-taking in its beauty and surprise: three angels fly in formation, the sunlight seeming to absorb and radiate from them, their hair and garments trail in the breeze like spun gold and silver.

This miraculous and wondrous sight fills you with a celestial radiance. Your eyes widen in awe and you feel a broad smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. You feel refreshed in spite of the hours of brisk travel you have put in and you feel a spryness to your step.

Feeling inspired and blessed by the wondrous sight above that was surely the reason they managed to cross the Moorlands without incident, a miracle in and of itself, they arrived in Wittal Parish. The redolent smell of pine wafting on the later afternoon breeze, as the immense trees grew thicker and taller before them, and the floor became a carpet of immense needles.

As they admired the great canopy of trees, Asbjorn feeling in his element with the raw green mana radiating from the forest, a great squealing rang out from the path ahead. The party quickly fell into formation with the Inquisitors taking point on either side of the path. Three large shapes appeared ahead of them, preceded by a fetid stink that only grew worse as they approached. These shapes resolved into huge boars, screeching and fighting each other over the corpse of a large wolf.

The battle, if such a one-sided encounter could ever be call so, was over in less than a minute, as the Jaunters worked as one to put down the beasts. The three boars fell in a filthy heap, as the Inquisitors moved in unison, as they had for many years on the road. Responding to the echoing retort of Ernst’s pistol, two more boars tore from the woods at Asbjorn and Eckhart, who quickly dispatched them, another shot ringing out, while blades, vials and spells flew. The pack lay dead, without even given the chance to bring their wicked, filthy tusks to bare.

Hjördís, having some ecumenical differences to the standard Avacynian doctrine, performed the rites to give their spirits the Blessed Sleep, after she, Asbjorn and Ernst heaved the heavy, rotten carcasses off the path, while Eckhart did his best to look busy. She also claimed a few of the disgusting, splintered tusks, before the smell became too much for her.

The road ahead was clear, giving Asbjorn and Eckhart time to peruse the hedgerows for ingredients, while Hjördís watched on with interest and discussed the finer points of pipeweed with the Druid.

After a time, they came across a scene of destruction, a shredded tent, upturned cart still just about attached to a dead horse with deep gashes torn into its hide and neck, and bloody, scuffed trails. Before they could investigate, Hjördís blundered into a hunting trap that bit wickedly into her leg, and even deeper when Ernst failed to lock it in place and it sprang back savagely.

Absjorn tended to her wounds, while Ernst and Eckhart investigated the scene. The Nephalian discovering a ruined bedroll, half-full battered flask of strong smelling pine needle alcohol, and shreds of a bloodstained letter: ...careful my love, stay close to the towns and do not wander...angels watch over... Love, Helga, in the ravaged tent, while the older of the Kessigers found spilled logs of sweet smelling pine, a torn backpack with its contents spilled among the weeds and wood and an old hand axe in need of sharpening.

For the map of this encounter I used Road Encounter by the incredible Elven Tower

After collecting all three of the hunting traps dotted about the camp, the party followed bloody drag marks into the trees to discover a small silver Avacynian charm among shredded leather straps and a severed arm still clutching a honed and bloody axe. The bloody trail lead further into the woods, before the foliage swallowed it, so tracking was useless. Again, Hjördís performed the funeral rites for an unconventional departed.

Together they finally made it to the wooden palisades of the village of Estwald as the setting sun turned the sky the colour of fresh blood.

(So this is where I messed up and had a very cringey sexist moment at the gates that I addressed here. We replayed the scene below on our I character discussion channel on the campaign Discord)

Estwald Gate late even, New Moon

The party approach the wooden palisades that surround the village of Estwald, a silver spire can be seen reaching into the darkening sky, seeming to glitter in the moonlight, towering above the surrounding pine forest and those treetops seen, entwining roofs and chimneys.

Carl Evening. You looking for lodgings? Try the Hirsute Hare...

Wolfhard: Sorry Inquisitors, he's green as grass and wouldn't know a toad from the Gitrog -- This is Inquisitors Förstemann an Hjördís (Tips hat), they've been through this way many times in the past. They’re from the wilds of Kessig, but it never claimed them, eh? If it did, the finest Thraben Cathar training would have seen to that, ha ha. (Wistful) Something we could only dream of...

Always good to see representatives of the church in these difficult times (looks very awkward and catches himself, Younger Guard looks quizzically at him), blessing of Avacyn. I just mean with the sad passing of Ser Thomas. Not many Cathars get to retire... (more composed) so he's lucky to have spent his twilight years as our marshal and head of our watch. Now I pray he rests in Avacyn's embrace in the Blessed Sleep.

Anyways, you and your companions are always welcome in Estwald, sunlit days and pleasant nights. (makes to usher you in)

Hjördís: (place my hand on his shoulder as I walk up to him) Thank you for the warm welcome Wolfhard, as always. I had not heard of Ser Thomas's passing. My condolences to the family and town. Was it a peaceful end? Did he find the blessed sleep?

Ernst: I initially tip my hat back at the old guard but upon hearing of Ser Thomas passing i remove it. "I'm sorry to hear of Ser Thomas passing, he was a good man"

Wolfhard: That he was. Your kind words are greatly appreciated. He will be missed by all. Go easy on Elder Beckett, old Tomstel is putting on a brave face, but Thomas' passing has been hard on the man. Moonsage Daragor has performed the rites, so I am sure he has been seen to the blessed sleep, Avacyn rest his soul. Well, as my old mother used to say, let moss grow over gargoyles. (makes the sign of Avacyn)

Ernst: As you wish, we will go easy.

Wolfhard: Appreciated (Tips hat) Good eve.

Ernst: (tips hat) evening.

Hjördís: (also tips hat) Farewell. (To the group but more so Ernst) we go should pay our respects whilst we are here.

Ernst: I nod in response, "we should also offer any help we can to Elder Beckett"

Hjördís: Agreed.

(For the map of Estwald  I used Walled Town by the incredible Elven Tower)

The Jaunters head straight for the tavern, The Hirsute Hare, passing a small market consisting of a jeweler, cooper, butcher, vegetable and dairy stalls that is winding down for the day.

Inside the Hirsute Hare, they meet the owner, Sagh, a burly Kessiger, and around their lodgings, before heading back out to peruse the wares being packed away, while Eckhart decides to start drinking in earnest. Thinking he is a master of all substances, the Alchemist fails to heed the warnings about how strong the distilled pine alcohol is, feeling remarkably well after the first round of shots, although with the second his body betrays him, wrenching his rations from him forcibly, before all goes dark.

The others return to find a not too impressed Sagh wielding mop and bucket, indicating she carried their companion to his room and that he might not feel so great upon the morrow. Making their apologies, the rest take to bed.

***

In the morning the Jaunters hear a great racket downstairs. A young woman has run into the tavern wailing, ‘my daughter!’, amid great wracking sobs, ‘They’ve taken my daughter!’.

 (So that’s where session #1 finished)

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