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mma3youf · 3 years ago

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FA222 ,principles of graphic design:

Instructor: mr.munwar mukhtar

@uob-funoon @mnwrzmn

Project 1 : interviews

What is your given name, and user name on ZBrush Central?

My name is Khalid Abdulla Al-Muharraqi, my ZBrush Central user name is "Khalid72".

Tell us about your company, how did you start?

I set up Muharraqi-Studios to continue my family's history in the creative world and I am trying to continue to build on what my father started. The company was set up about two years ago after I left the commercial world of advertising with my partner Rashad who decided to leave a career in banking. We wanted to get together to make a place that allows us to be more creative. Since then we have been fortunate enough to work on some of the biggest projects in the middle east, and also continue working on our ideas and concepts, like our movie project. The most important thing for me is the work I do and that's what we are all about.

What is the size of your company?

The company is me and my partner, oh and our secretary... Keesha, a German Shepard! I am a hand's on guy and I do all the creative work myself. At first, I thought it was normal to carry that load because of the speed I work in, but later found out that I am actually very fast compared with bigger teams of artists in other studios. Finally I understood what people were telling me when they said I was 'unusual'. That’s why some of the CG magazines in Europe were amazed that a lot of our work is done by a one man team that puts all the 3D components together into a visualization. I work about 13 to 18 hours a day, I love 3D work, so my hobby and my work has joined into one, so … yes, very little time for a normal life.

What type of projects do you work on?

Well, I have been working on Architectural Visualizations since we started a couple of years ago, but I try to satisfy my urge to do what I really like, art!

You're located in Bahrain, somewhere most of us don't know about. Can you tell us how you learned your trade?

I love this question, Yes Bahrain is a small Island in the Persian gulf, we speak Arabic as our main language and English for the second, I will answer the second part in two parts, If you mean The art... I would say that I come from an artistic family, my father is one of the most well known artists in this part of the world, you can say that he is a household name in these parts. If you are asking were did I learn the 3D or CG art, I would say that I learned it by practicing for 8 hours a day after my official day of work, so I guess you can say I have been my own teacher in the industry.

Tell us a bit about your client base, mostly local, or do you have clients in Europe, Asia, America?

We serve clients from the Middle East, Europe and the Americas, I would say that I have been fortunate enough to have worked with some of the top people in the architectural industry, most of our clients are attracted to the type of work that we produce.

ow long have you been an artist?

Since I was six...I think! Well, the first painting I have sold when I was eleven. I was always painting and trying to find new techniques that will help create the concept in my mind.

Tell us about your background, your education, your mentors...

I studied art in Houston Texas for over seven years between interior decoration, photography, Visual communication, and digital enhancement or photo retouching, from there I have continued my working career in the commercial world. My first mentor would have to be my father, learned everything I know from him. He gave me the push start into the art world and made me feel it. There are also the books and artwork he has exposed me too with some of the top art in the world. A lot of names come to mind but I would say Frank Farazeta, Boris, The Creepy magazine and of course all the original Mad magazines and books that were very hot in the early 80's.

When you became an artist, did you first use traditional media?

For sure, I started with Pencil then got into crosshatching with ink, then I started painting with water colors and gouaches. I finally got into air brush art before I tried CG art.

What was your first CG package? What is your first 3D Package?

Nice question... first CG software was PSD, version 2, it was like magic... It felt strange especially that I was a traditional artist at the time. My first 3D package would be Alias Sketch for the Mac since I was a Mac user for a long time and did not have much 3D developers for Mac at the time. It was a new world for me and I think I still have a dusty copy of it today even after the software was canceled back in the early 90's, it just reminds me of my past.

How long have you been using ZBrush?

It has only been about six months, but I was up and running almost a few hours after I purchased it.

What made you try ZBrush?

I was watching some of the tutorial videos on how to paint details on the Gnomon training DVD's, and that's when I was shocked to see that it is art on the computer! I did not believe it at first, but It was one of the happiest moments when I first installed my first copy of ZBrush and started painting geometry for the first time, it reminded me with the days when I was pushing and pulling real clay to make a small creature of my imagination when I was a kid.

What's your favorite ZBrush feature?

The ability to paint geometry like it is physically in my hands.

How has ZBrush enabled you to express yourself in ways other packages couldn't?

Well you cant really compare it with any other software, it's simply too different! It changes how a CG artist works, it changes how he looks at things, has changed the industry to the next future leap, and who would want to go back to the past....? I would simply say that the concept of the software is very smart and impressive, my only wish to add on it is to have a bigger view port :)

Now onto "Floating Islands"Tell us about your creative process, how did this concept emerge?

One evening when I was stuck in the studio waiting for clients approval on a project that I was preparing for the kingdom of Bahrain, I was trying to get free again and relax my mind from all boundaries, I started to sketch a concept that has bean in my mind since I was a kid, the island that was then discovered to be on the back of a whale, these were some of the old middle eastern stories about Sinbad's magical voyages.

Do ideas just come to you out of nowhere, or are there particular artists or work you are inspired by?

I am always inspired by everything that is beautiful, whether it is an artist or a design or just Gods creation, I would also say that I have always had my own style in my work and almost never try to follow a certain style that I have seen.

I love this piece, can you tell me about the process of creating it? Have you explored this style before? Or was this created for something specific?

The process was, a sketch or the map as I would call it, and that would be the basis of my creation, I almost never start without it, once I crack the direction then I would start thinking about the execution and the path to take. About the style, well I don't think of my work as style, I think it is more towards I do what I feel, it is only when I am finished with it that I say "Yes! That's what I was tying to do". I almost never tried to repeat a style that I have seen elsewhere on my work. I feel that It is like a code of respect between artists.

In your image "Floating Islands" where was ZBrush used?

ZBrush helped me sculpt the geometry and take it to the next level in a short time. Modeling, UVs, Painting and scenes setups was between Lightwave and Modo. With ZBrush I was able to put the final touches that would make it come to life. ZBrush helped me start painting the UV map textures and setting up the foundation of the look and feel. I also generated some of the whales textures by the amazing ZMapper ;)

Tell us about your pipeline.

I start with Modo, then go to ZBrush, then finally render with Lightwave. The thing with software today is that they work hand in hand to complete each other, for instance ZBrush is very specialized in what it does, it focuses on the need of the artist and helps the creator to complete his task sufficiently with a smooth flow, artists have never had it this good.

What projects are you working on now?

We have just completed the visualization for the Master Plan for the Kingdom of Bahrain with one of the leading Architectural firms in the world, we have helped restructure and rebuild old and new cities for the country. Now I will be working more onto the movie project that we have been trying to get the time to start, hopefully I will be able to focus more on creating more Characters and environments for the movie.

Any last comments for us?

I would like to say Thank you to Manuel at Pixologic and Pixologic for appreciating the work I do. I would also like to thank all the development team and staff at Pixologic for there dedication to work together to help create some of the best tools ever created for the CG industry, I always expect the ideas to be fresh and most importantly designed for the end user, the artist, allowing the artist to continue being an artist without the restrictions and boundaries of a computer.

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keig-hoe-takami · 4 years ago

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Chapter 3

Masterlist

So, what do you all think All Mights gonna be like as a teacher?’ Denki asked as they got settled for their first class with the Pro Hero,

‘I still cant believe he’s really here, man!’ Kirishima swivelled around in his chair to face the blond boy,

‘Yeah, I heard he’s-‘ Ichirou started, only to be interrupted by a large booming voice,

‘I AM… coming through the door like a normal person’ All Mights voice resounded round the room as the students turned to stare at him in awe,

‘Its really him!’ Kiri said from beside Ichirou, still unable to turn his eyes away,

‘I know! And he’s so dorky too!’ Ichirou replied, finding the hero’s weirdness endearing,

‘I teach basic hero training.’ All Might explain as he took his classic stance at the front of class, ‘It’s a subject where you train in different ways to learn the basics of being a hero. You’ll take the most units of this subject! Let’s get right into it! This is what we’ll do today- Combat training!’

It felt as if the entire classes eyes lit up, this was what Ichirou had been expecting when she dreamt of UA, and finally they were going to complete their first real lesson on becoming a hero!

‘And to go with that are these!’ All Might gestured to the wall, which began to move, revealing cases containing what could only be their- ‘Costumes made based on your Quirk registrations and requests you sent in before school started.’ Ichirou met Mina’s eye, who looked just as excited as she felt at the prospect finally getting the hero gear.

‘Could you just move, we all need to get our costumes.’ Ichirou grumbled as she watched Bakugou struggle to get the case out of the wall, the boys face snapped towards her, eyes narrowed and teeth clenched, if looks could kill, she’d have been dead in an instant,

‘Damn runt, always getting in my way.’ Bakugou snarled, not moving from his repeated motions of jamming the case in and out violently,

‘Just don’t do it like that. You need to be calm, if that’s even possible.’ Ichirou raised her eyebrows as the boys tugs became more and more violent

‘Shut your mouth, mut,’ Bakugou replied, catching her eyes in a piercing glare,

‘Not a dog, remember.’ Ichirou’s scowled at the new nickname, it was one thing to have Kiri calling her a puppy,

‘Tch- whatever.’ The boy rolled his eyes,

‘Would you just move, I cant get mine till your done!’ Ichirou explained in exasperation, looking at the others who had already got their cases and were heading to get changed. The boy didn’t make a sound, instead he stepped back from the almost dislodged case, his breath heavy,

‘Thank you.’ Ichirou stepped in front of him, the feeling of his hot breath all too close to the back of her neck causing her heart to flutter slightly. She first grabbed at her own case, the one above Bakugou’s and pulled it down. The silver briefcase was surprisingly heavy as it fell into her grip, causing the flustered girl to stumble backward further into Bakugou’s chest. The boy gripped her waist to steady her,

‘Dumb runt.’ He muttered behind her, but Ichirou could feel his heart rate increasing,

‘Not a dog.’ Ichirou reminded him in a singsong voice as she reached forward again to dislodge the boys own case from where it was stuck, ‘There now try again.’

Bakugou rolled his eyes as Ichirou stepped out from behind the wall, briefcase clasped in both sweating hands. He pulled it out calmly as possible, it slid from the wall on the first try,

‘Whatever.’

‘What was that? A thank you?’ Why your welcome boom boy.’ Ichirou joked as the boy snapped his head to face her,

‘The hell did you just call me, runt?’ The boy took a step closer to the girl, bending down slightly to reach her eye line,

‘Oh please, you got to give me a cute nickname, it’s only fair.’ Ichirou turned away from him, heading back to her desk where Mina was waiting excitedly,

‘My name is Bakugou. Call me that or nothing.’ He combatted, storming after her,

‘What if I just called you?’ Ichirou winked, enjoying how riled up the boy had become,

‘So damn hard to talk to.’ He muttered under his breath,

‘Oh I’m hard to talk to?’ she turned to him, her sensitive ears picking up on the comment, ‘Tch- whatever.’ She said, mimicking the boys low, gruff voice.

‘Shut it, brat.’ Bakugou rolled his eyes, throwing his case down on his desk with far more force than necessary,

‘Bye boom boy, good chat!’ Ichirou giggled before meeting Mina’s wide eyes, ‘What? Did something happen?’.

‘Um- yeah it did.’ Mina dragged the confused girl out of the classroom,

‘Is it about the costumes? Did you look at yours with out me?!’ Ichirou guessed as she was pulled down the corridor towards the girls changing rooms,

‘No I didn’t- don’t worry.’ Mina reassured, ‘This is about you, flirting with that pomeranian-looking, anger issues-having, God-complex abusing dick.’

‘Whoa! That was not flirting at all, its just funny to make him mad.’ Ichirou defended herself, still amused by her friends choice of insults,

‘Oh really so- ‘how about I just call you’- isn’t flirting? Weird, cos it kinda sounds like flirting to me.’ Mina poked her friend in the arm,

‘No it wasn’t- he set himself up! I was just trying to get a rise out of him.’ Ichirou tried desperately to explain herself, okay maybe she had been trying to flirt with Bakugou, but it wasn’t like he was flirting back,

‘Ichirou, look at me,’ Mina stopped walking, placing a hand on Ichirou’s shoulder, ‘I know you have a thing for troubled men-‘

‘I do not!’ The other girl exclaimed,

‘Endeavour.’ Mina deadpanned,

‘Stop it- he’s Todoroki’s dad!.’ Ichirou batted Mina’s hand away, carrying on walking, ‘Besides, Bakugou’s got the personality of a garbage truck, even if he is cute.’

‘Damn straight! Wait- what you think he’s cute ?’ Mina called to her friend as Ichirou opened them door to the changing rooms.

The girls of class 1-A were making their way over to ground beta, where All-Might was waiting to begin the first practical class.

‘I wonder what Combat Training entails.’ Momo pondered, eyes falling on Ichirou walking next to her whilst desperately trying to pull up her thigh high boots, ‘Hey, just leave them you look really hot- and at least its not as bad as mine.’

‘Well yours is sexy to help with your quirk- I thought I was going to have shorts!’ Ichirou explained, the boots were going to help her with her quirk, allowing her to feel the ground beneath her more accurately, but she hadn’t expected to basically be wearing a bathing suit,

‘Nonsense, you look really really cute, especially with all this fluff.’ Momo stroked a hand through the fur collar of the white jacket that contrasted Ichirou’s dark grey tail perfectly, ‘And you and Mina sort of match.’

‘Thanks Momo,’ Ichirou smiled up at the tall girl who smiled back.

‘Yeah we did that on purpose!’ Mina, who had been checking out the costumes of the boys ahead of them chimed in, ‘Did you guys see Kirishima’s final costume? He looks so cool.’

‘Mhm, he wouldn’t let me see the designs but it looks very manly.’ Ichirou replied jokingly as they noticed the boy rushing back to talk to them,

‘Ichirou! Mina! You both look awesome!’ Kiri shouted out excitedly, ‘oh- Momo, you um, you look great as well.’ A red blush spread across his face and neck as he took in the girls appearance, something Ichirou had guessed would happen to all the boys,

‘Thanks Kiri, you and the guys look great too.’ Mina replied as they carried on walking, Kiri falling into place next to her,

‘Yeah, I’m so excited to do more hero stuff, especially with the number one hero!’ Kiri pumped his fist in the air enthusiastically,

‘I know! We’ve been wondering what we’re going to do for our first class.’ Ichirou said,

‘Sero- the guy with the elbows- thinks we’re gonna do something like the entrance exam. But I don’t think we’ll be doing that again for a while.’ Explained Kirishima as they caught up with the boys at the entrance,

‘Hey guys.’ Mina waved excitedly, as Kirishima pulled them towards Kaminari and Sero, his new friends, ‘you look so cool!’

‘Heh- thanks.’ The black haired boy replied as he fiddled with the helmet in his hands, Denki was yet to reply, his eyes trained on the bare skin of Momo’s chest, Ichirou noticed and quickly shuffled herself in front on Momo, pulling him out of his trance,

‘Yeah- um yeah, cool. You all look great!’ Denki stuttered out, eyes widening at Ichirou’s scowl,

‘Let’s head in!’ Kirishima cried enthusiastically as the entire group reached the gates of ground beta where All Might was waiting.

‘Bakugou’s cheating!’ Kirishima cried as the class watched him head straight for Izuku in a surprise attack, ‘That’s not manly at all!’

Oh trust me, he’s looking real manly from where I’m standing. Ichirou thought to herself, watching the muscles beneath the blonds hero suit ripple as he felt the impact of his own blow, before shaking her head of the gross thought.

‘A surprise attack is a strategy, too’ All Might responded as Ichirou snapped herself out of her head, ‘They’re in The middle of a real battle now.’

‘Midoriya avoided it!’ Mina gasped, eyes glued to the screen, Ichirou couldn’t believe he’d managed it without using his quirk- though they had known each other for quite some time. Bakugou moved forward again, and Ichirou could see the determined grimace written across his face, despite that, Midoriya once again managed to dodge his rapid attack, this time using Bakugou’s own strength against him to flip him over into the ground.

The entire class gasped in shock as the boy tried to catch his breath, the smaller boy was saying something that seemed passionate, thought the class couldn’t hear. Bakugou got up from the ground to face the green haired boy, small explosions emanating from the palms of his hands,

‘Excuse me, Ichirou?’ A soft voice came from behind her, forcing her head away from the entrancing battle, it was her partner Ojiro,

‘Hey! I’m guessing you want to talk strategy for our match?’

‘Yeah, it’ll be pretty tricky since we don’t actually know who we’re up against yet but we have pretty similar quirks so I think we could work something out.’ Ojiro explained,

‘I agree, we’re both fairly agile thanks to our tails so we’ll be alright when it comes to hand to hand combat.’ Ichirou commented,

‘So maybe we should try and get in close as soon as possible, if we’re hero’s that is.’ Ojiro built on Ichirou’s idea

‘I’ll be able to sense them around the building if we play our cards right, but if we’re villains,’ The girl pondered, struck from her thoughts as a large explosion lit up the screen behind her, she could feel the tremors of Bakugou’s enhanced quirk even from this distance.

‘We cant do the same as Bakugou, no matter how well its going for him.’

‘Yeah, we should stay at base where there’s space to move.’

‘Sounds good.’ Ojiro concluded as the two turned to face the screen again

They ended up being villains, facing the slightly terrifying team up of Shoji and Todoroki as their hero’s.

‘Do you think we should hide maybe? Or protect the bomb more?’ Ichirou said nervously, looking around for something to better protect them with,

‘If we hide, we might not get to the bomb in time,’ Ojiro explained, ‘And I’m sure we’ll be fine protecting the bomb,’ Ichirou smiled determinedly at the boy, throwing him a thumbs up,

‘Now lets start the second indoor person-to-person combat training match!’ All Mights strong voice could be heard through the loud speakers as the villain team readied themselves,

‘I can feel them, on the ground floor,’ Ichirou relayed to her partner as her ears twitched, ‘only one is advancing- its cold, I think its Todoroki. We need to be careful.’ Ojiro nodded as the two steadied themselves. ‘Can you feel that?’

‘Feel what?’ The boy turned to her, Ichirou could sense the building around becoming cooler by the minute,

‘It’s getting cold, I think he’s incasing the building.’

‘He doesn’t want us to escape?’

‘I’m not sure- wait no watch out!’ Ichirou jumped up to grab at a pipe above her head just as thick sheet ice burst through the door, covering the floor and trapping Ojiro’s legs,

‘I’m so sorry!’ Ichirou said as she dropped onto the now icy floor, boots thankfully giving her enough friction to move with good agility.

‘It’s okay, this quirk is-‘ Both head turned towards the door and they heard Todoroki steps echo through the corridors, Ichirou steadied herself for a fight,

‘I didn’t get both of you huh?’ Todoroki assessed the situation, his blank expression not giving away any feeling of confusion, ‘We’ll fight then.’ An icy blast was sent Ichirou’s way with no hesitation, she slid behind the bomb to offer herself some protection, knowing there was no point hiding from him, Ichirou realised she would have to fight this in close combat- she silently hoped Todoroki was less suited to the style. The room was almost bare, there was no way she’d be able to sneak up behind him, but hopefully she’d be able to gain some height advantage. Popping out her claws, Ichirou used the leverage to pull herself up the wall, a strategy she counted on Todoroki noticing, he inevitably did as he shot ice towards her which stuck to the walls as she skilfully dodged each rapid attack until she decided it was time to strike. Now having scaled almost halfway round the room, she found herself promisingly close to the stoic boy and decided that this was her chance. Mustering up all her strength, she pushed off from the wall, using Todoroki’s ice block as leverage to knock the boy to the ground, pinning him under her with her body weight, thighs clenched around his waist.

‘Gotcha!’ Ichirou said, smiling as she reached for the capture tape at her side,

‘I think you’re forgetting something,’ Todoroki finally spoke as he twisted his wrist in her grasp,

‘Oh yeah?’ Ichirou replied, taking the bait as the boy beneath her conjured up an icy blast from his finger tips, somehow aiming it right at the stunned girls abdomen and forcing her sprawling across the floor and against the wall, ice surrounded her stomach and blocking her from moving in anyway other than flailing her arms slightly. Todoroki touched the bomb, ending the match,

‘That was really amazing- its no wonder you were a recommendation!’ Ichirou exclaimed, getting up off the floor as the boy used heat to get rid of the ice he’d encased the building in, Todoroki nodded his appreciation, crossing the two rather bewildered students as he headed out the door,

‘Heat too?’ Ojiro mumbled as the they followed him,

‘Well, he is Endeavour’s son, plus the whole- y’know,’ Ichirou gestured to the two sides of her head in turn, ‘It kind makes sense.’

‘Yeah, I guess you’re right.’

The forth battle was in progress, Todoroki had obviously won MVP of Ichirou’s match which had left her quite salty- the girl had thought she’d done well but she guessed that losing a teammate had put her behind. Ichirou looked around the room her, averting her attention from the battle as she heard the quiet clanging of metal hitting the floor. A dejected Bakugou sat on one of the boxes, grenades lying at his feet, his lips drawn into a scowl and his eyebrows furrowed. He’d expected to win against Midoriya, there was a clear childhood rivalry between the two that was understandable, both boys were extremely powerful.

Ichirou wanted badly to go comfort him, another embarrassing downside to her quirk- she felt responsibility fo her pack (well class) as people with animalistic quirks often did. Thanks to her mother having no experience with the quirk except for the time she’d spent with Ichirou’s ‘dad’, most of what she knew was from visiting the hospital every time she nearly scratched herself apart or bit her tongue almost in half that one time.

Deciding on a relatively decent excuse of needing water, the girl made her way to the back of the room and grabbed her water bottle. She stood away from him, whilst still letting the seething boy know she was nearby, and fixed her attention back on the fight. Bakugou was mumbling to himself, something so quiet that Ichirou didn’t think it polite to listen. They stayed like that for the rest of class, silently acknowledging each other’s presence. Ichirou wasn’t certain as to whether Bakugou actually wanted her there, but she sensed his heart rate decreasing steadily and his breathing begin to calm.

a/n : sorry she’s an endeavour simp 🥺 i promise its for ✨character development✨

tagliat : @jazzylove

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drakewalkerisreal · 5 years ago

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Chapter 9: Dance First, Think Later

Amour Sans Fin

Note from writer: Sorry guys I was unable to post anything from almost 15 days as I was not well, still not much better. I was unable to write anything. This is one long chapter.Hope you like it!! It starts exactly from where we left off in last chapter. Drake's POV.

Warning: mild NSFW

I bolted the door immediately. What is this happening to me? What feeling is this? Why the thought of kissing her came into my mind? Yes, she is beautiful. I cant deny that. But she is here for Liam competing for his hand, to be queen. I was such a fool. If she hadn’t suggested to get back, I might have kissed her. She suggested coz she did not want that. It is obvious.

I threw myself on the bed. Her lips were pink and soft. I wanted to touch them with my fingers. I wanted to touch her body. What will it look like without any cover? I want to lick her everywhere. Will she allow me??

Shit I gave up on more sensuous thoughts of her.

Now, I was imagining a pornstar. My hand immediately went up to flyer of my denim pants and I started rubbing. I took my half hard member out and started jerking. Jesus!! I panted. I want you!! I got up from the bed and freed myself from the denim. I went to the bathroom and started jerking thinking about all the bad things I want to do to her. Tearing clothes. Sucking. Licking. Kissing everywhere. Pounding hard against the tile till she screams my name. Fuck. Finally I released. I caught with my breath. I cleaned up and immediately got inside the sheet covers, drifting off to sleep.

Next day was about dancing and Cardonian Waltz. I dressed up myself in a formal white shirt with black pants and black tie. I should dress up more often. Staring at the mirror, I realized I look presentable.

I reached the ballroom. Orchestra was playing light music. Liam was sitting with Constantine and Regina at head table. Olivia was there with them.

I saw her coming down the stairs with Hana. She was wearing a low cut grey dress flowing down her body perfectly.

Now, don’t look at her drooling all over your shirt. Go fuck a pornstar in your fantasy.

I can see, she has started winning and I keep on loosing. My nerves, my mind, my patience and God knows whatever.

She, Hana and Maxwell were talking to each other. Maxwell waved them and headed towards main table. He will be representing duchy of Ramsford tonight in absence of Bertrand.

Hana and Riley started looking for name cards to find their table. I knew that my table will be at the back. It wasn’t hard for me to find it. I was surprised to find that Hana and Riley got same table as mine. Olivia..Bitch!! You are trying to humiliate them.

They came towards the backside searching for their tables.

“Welcome to the table of exiles” I bowed dramatically.

“Drake, you are here!! Thank God we did not stuck up with some stuffy noble.” She was happy to see me.

“Thanks Brooks. That means something”

“Drake you didn’t seem bothered at all sitting in the back”. Hana asked.

“After enough years of getting treated like this, I built up a thick skin and at least we can relax here” I adjusted myself in chair.

We sat there watching swarms of servers carry dish after dish of delicious food to other tables.

“The food looks amazing, I hope they serve us soon” Hana looked at them hungrily.

“Where we are seated, we will be last to eat. If there’s any left by the time they get to us” I explained.

“Let me try for some food” Riley winked at us.

“Hey!! Do you know who I am?? I am Lady Riley- princess of New York” she called a waiter. He ignored her completely.

Hana and I chortled.

“You cant ignore me like this”

“Are those cronuts? I love them” she exclaimed like a child.

She likes cronuts. Of course, kids like cronuts.

“A+ for efforts, Brooks. But they must have been told whom to serve first”

Thirty minutes later.

“Wow!! the service is terrible here” Hana raised her brow.

“All by design” I nodded.

Finally a waiter served us lobster bisque which was cold.

“I don’t think we are getting any eatable food tonight. I am going to find some in kitchen later in night.” I announced.

“Can I come..” Riley asked. Just then musicians began to play.

“Hello dear guests welcome to ball!! I hope you enjoyed your dinner.” Olivia is at stage with Liam. “Thanks for your presence tonight. Now everyone please join to begin this prestigious dance- The Cardonian waltz.”

“But we haven’t eaten anything yet.” Hana said in disappointment.

“I don’t think she cares.” I hung back. I am always uncomfortable in these waltz.

“Aren’t you joining us??” Riley raised her brow.

“Waltzing isn’t my thing. I will be here with food”

They headed to the stage with Maxwell for dance.

Everybody found partners. Liam came forward and asked her to dance. She blushed and nodded.

This party is getting worse.

They danced together hand in hand. Then Liam swirled her. His back was on my side. I was watching them. Suddenly she looked up at me over Liam’s shoulder. I smiled weakly raising my glass. But Olivia seemed to be offended by their dance. She interrupted them and claimed Liam to dance. Now she was alone at floor. She embarrassingly found her way to get out of stage.

I don’t know what came over me, I reached out to her immediately. She suddenly looked up in surprise to find me. Her eyes twinkled.

“Hey brooks! May I have this dance?”

She nodded smiling.

“ I thought you don’t dance”

I just shrugged.

I took her hand and take her to dance floor. I saw Liam looking at me raising his brow. I rolled my eyes and he grinned.

I hesitated but she took my hand to put it on her waist. I felt a jolt of electricity as if lightning stuck at me. I was so shy to look into her.

“Drake! You need to look at your partner while dancing” she whispered. Her breath is on my neck. I can smell roses.

“Umm..yeah” I looked into her eyes. Hazel brown eyes. She was smiling at me.

We swayed together hand in hand. Our fingers were entwined. Two commoners dancing between wealthy nobles on this stage. Both of them don’t know how to waltz but there was sync in our moves.

“Make me spin” I obeyed and she fell into my arms. I want to hold her like this forever. Again there is an urge of kissing her. She looked into my eyes and I cant believe to notice that she reflects my feelings except one difference that I was dumbstruck and she was smiling. Without knowing the steps, I followed her lead. I was the only one there without a suit jacket. If I knew, I would have bring one. I twirled her like others are doing with their partners. Now she is facing outward and her back is close to my chest. She turned her face to me. She looked beautiful and pure. Suddenly, the music changes its pace and it was time to switch partners. She glided forward and now she was in Liam’s arms. Liam said something in her ear. Looking at them foolishly, I withdrew from the stage. I got back in the corner. That’s why dancing feels so stupid. I looked at them and she was looking at me directly. I couldn’t read her expressions. Once again partners have been switched and Olivia was with Liam and Riley was with Maxwell now.

Suddenly all eyes turned towards Olivia and Liam as she started kissing him deeply on the floor.

Everybody looked at them with their jaws dropped.

Liam looked surprised too. He hesitated at first and then took Olivia outside. I know he wasn’t expecting this coming.

Ladies started gossiping about Olivia’s move. After sometime, they came back in ballroom. I was sitting at bar counter now. Liam came straight towards me.

“Wow Li, I never knew you were interested in PDAs.” I teased him

“Shut up, you!! That was surprise for me too”.

“Anyone can guess by look on your face, I was kidding”

“Olivia becomes more possessive, when I am around Riley.” he rubbed his face.

“yeah, coz she finds her threat” I shrugged.

“Olivia wasn’t wrong actually. I really like Riley.”

I gulped down my drink.

“I wanted to dance with her more. I want to spend more time with her. But I don’t get much chance to be around her due to these courtly duties.” He clenched his jaw.

I was looking deeply into my glass.

“You know what, I will invite her tonight at Royal suite. May be I can have a hot water bath under the stars with her” he was smiling now.

“That’s too fast” I quirked my brow. My teeth clenched but I tried to calm down my expressions.

“May be, but I want to spend time with her. It will be romantic. And you danced tonight? What was that?” he grinned at me.

“It was nothing. I was just saving your Riley from nobles”

“My Riley?” he showed his full teeth.

I was flooded with jealousy.

“Okay, I am going to get some food. Coz your Olivia..” I pointed at him “ didn’t let us have anything”

He rolled his eyes.

After sometime, I was wandering in the corridors of the Nevrakis palace searching for some food. Although I know where the kitchen is, my mind was somewhere else. What must they be doing? Are they having sex? A hot water bath under stars. If she agrees to go, they will have sex tonight. He will kiss her, touch her body all over. He will have her. He will be inside her. Shit. I want to kiss her if I get a chance. I want to kiss her whole body. I want to uncover it. She must be beautiful. I can bet. If she allows, I’ll have her. But why would she? She is with a prince. The King. I cant give her hot water bath in Royal suit. What will it be like having hot water bath with her?

I was imagining kissing her neck and suddenly I bumped into someone

“ Brooks??”

“Hey Drake!”

“What are you doing here?” I was shocked and embarrassed coz I was imagining her.

“I was looking for you.” What. Why.

“Weren’t you talking about finding food after the ball. I am still hungry. Aren’t you?”

Oh I forget that.

“Of course I am hungry.”

I am hungry for you. Can I eat you now.

“So. What’s your plan?” she rubbed her palms as if getting ready for an adventure.

“I know a guy in kitchen. He can arrange some if there’s left anything.”

“How do you come to know a guy in Nevrakis kitchen?” she asked in surprise.

“I used to come here since childhood.”

“Then lets get going.” She said enthusiastically.

There was a relief in my body. I am happy that they are not having sex. And now she is here with me.

I took out my phone and dialed a number.

“Hey Michael. I asked you before. So is anything left?? Some snacks and desserts.”

I looked at her questioningly.

“Anything” she rubbed hand over her stomach.

“okay please arrange some. Thanks a lot”

We reached the kitchen and I gently knocked. She was waiting a feet away.

Michael came out and handed me a packet.

“Thanks” I grinned.

I turned towards her and she gave me full smile.

“So where are we eating?”

“Wait till someone set up tables for us” I made fun of her.

“Charming as ever” she rolled her eyes.

I led her to a spiral staircase in the backside of the chateau facing the fields.

“You know all the places?”

I shrugged.

“This is good” she breathed in fresh air.

I opened the packet and found sandwiches. I handed her and started eating myself.

“I was really hungry. How do you know that guy by the way?” she said chewing the sandwich.

“I have my resources. Actually, I helped him once. So I knew he can do that for me” I winked.

“Oh” She is still eating sandwich hungrily.

“Besides attending these events I prefer walking down the corridors on my own where I don’t have to bow or kiss somebody’s ass.” I said licking my fingers.

“If you hate nobility so much why do you stick around.” She asked.

“Its Liam..its always been him. I would have left a long time ago but he needs me. I know he has many people around him but they encircle him due to some benefit or the other. They are not trustworthy. I don’t trust these nobles. Money and power make people crazy. That’s why I warned you. I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

She stopped eating and looked at me “Drake..”

“I mean sometimes I look at you and I see a wide eyed baby deer who just stumbled into hunters campsite.” I looked into her.

“So you think I am cute.” She said playfully.

“What. I didn’t mean that. You want some dessert or not??” I changed the topic.

“Wow. Cronuts??” she exclaimed.

I looked at sweet donut type dessert.

“These are cronuts, Don’t you know? It’s a doughnut pastry filled with yummy cream and I just love it”

She took one immediately. “Oh my its sooooo good.”

It was a true entertainment watching this girl eating. I took one myself. It was scrumptous.

“Your friend is very kind. I always get these in New York” she said licking her fingers.

“Do you miss New York?” I asked her.

“Yes. But its good to be out from there? I mean I have friends, some family but..”

“But..”

“I just came out from any abusive relationship. My ex. He was sweet at first but he is a crazy guy, dangerous. He used to beat me and insult me. He enjoys that.” She looked at me.

“What..?” I felt rage.

“Sorry, Brooks.” My jaws are still clenched.

“Oh its ok..at least I am out of it, now. That’s why I don’t want to get into any relationship before knowing someone better.” She was looking at ground now.

“You know. Liam invited me tonight at his Royal suite. He is sweet and he seems interested. But I was scared and so I refused. That was rude of me. Isn't?” she searched my eyes.

“No..not at all. You did the right thing. You have already suffered a lot. You should do whatever you like. Don’t do it till your heart allows so..ok??” I shook my head

“Thanks drake!! You are first person here with whom I shared my dark secret.” She smiled weakly.

“This is not your dark secret. Life happens. That basturd should be ashamed of it.” I was still angry at that unknown piece of shit.

“Enough of me. What about your girlfriend?” she changed the topic.

“I told you I don’t have any..” I shook my head.

“I was teasing”

“ I had one though. I loved her but she ditched. She married a rich businessman. Her name was Stella” I mumbled.

“Oh” she looked at me in concern.

“Its long time ago so don’t worry. Its almost 5 years. I had nothing at that time. No plans. But now I want to be rich too, work hard, make my life.” I said in a firm voice, more to myself.

“What are you plans?”

“I want to start a vineyard. I had a small land left with me owned by Walkers. That’s the only property I have with me. I am working on it.” I explained.

“Vineyard. Wow..can i see it someday?” I can see those baby eyes again.

“There is nothing in there much till now. But I’ll show you.” I nodded.

She smiled genuinely.

“Its too late we should get back.” I stood up.

I walked to her room. “Good night, Brooks.”

She came forward and hugged me “Night Drake”

I put one arm around her hesitantly.

We pulled from each other. She smiled and got inside her room.

I loved the smile that’s for me only.

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hielorei · 7 years ago

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Digimon Shared Universe.

I just put all the digimon seasons in one universe, with a timeline and how the characters grow with some relationships. if you want to read it go ahead, but then again, i merged 8/9 seasons, a few movies and mangas and I kept track of +70 characters. Infinity War the most ambitious crossover event in history? bitch please,

you can allways ask me about this, and/or give me ideas and suggestions

the events of each series stay the same but some thing change,,,

FRONTIER

Takuya (11), Kouji (11), Kouichi (11), Zoe/Izumi (11), Junpei (12), Tommy/Tomoki (8)

> +1 year

ADVENTURE

Tai (11), Matt (11), Sora (11), Izzy (10), Mimi (10), Joe (12), TK (8), Kari (8)

Takuya and Joe are classmates, while the adventure kids were in the Digital World, he got his D-Scanner back (he was in the same summer camp), thanks to the distortion. He knew something was up. Once he go back to the city contacted the other Frontier Kids, and all had their D-Scanners back. They decide to meet where everything started, Shibuya. When Myotismon attacked they protected the civilians. Then they watched how the Adventure Kids fought the Dark Masters.

> +3 years – Our War Game happens here-

ADVENTURE 02

Davis (11), Yolei (12), Cody (9), Ken (11), Willis (11)

TK (11), Kari (11)

Tai (14), Matt (14), Sora (14), Izzy (13), Mimi (13), Joe (15)

Takuya, Koiji, Kouichi and Zoe (15) – JP (16) – Tommy (12)

Zoe Move back to Italy. Tommy is Yolei’s classmate.

Hurricane Touchdown (not Digimon movie dub, but japanese version) happens after the Digimon Kaiser Arc.

Everything is the same up until the world Tour arc. In France TK and Tai are helped by Zoe. In Hong Kong, Izzy and Kari are helped by Kouji and Kouichi, Kouchi was in a vacation with his brother for the first time. Takuya was in Australia so he helped Cody and Joe, Joe was surprised that his old classmate was a digidestined. Cody was in Russia and Helped Yolei and Sora, but he trolled them and pretended to not know japanese. JP was in Mexico (he was there for a girl he starting dating online) and helped Matt and Ken. The american team is the same (Davis, Mimi and Micheal) but Willis is also there. The Frontier Kids cant go back to Japan, because their families. But are there in the final episode.

> +3 Years

ADVENTURE TRI

Tai, Matt, Sora (17) – Mimi, Izzy (16) – TK, Kari (14) – Joe (18)

Meiko (16), Daigo (30), Maki (30)

Joe started dating Zoe, Zoe is Joe’s mysterious girlfriend. Also, Tommy is dating Yolei. The Frontier kids were in the Dark Ocean while the Events of Tri happened. Figthing Daemon? Who knows-

> +2 Years.

TAMERS

Takato (12/13), Jenrya (13), Ruki (13), Ryo (14), Juri (13), Kazu (13), Kenta (13), Alice (13), Suzie (7), Makoto & Ai (4)

Yamaki (32), Riley (26), Tally (23)

The Secret Agency, after loosing Daigo and Maki took a new aproach for Digimon, and name themselves Hypnos. Yamaki was Daigo’s best friend and he wants revange.

JP, adressing the memory loss, decide to find a way for digimon to be always in the people’s mind, but keep it a secret, so he created a card game. The TCG was an instant success.

The wonderswan games are canon. After Ryo felt so betrayed by the adventure kids, he decides to start a new life and erase all memories of himself (even he forgot) and live in simulation made by the homeostasis. But after the reboot from Tri (he is 11 in Tri), he was back in the digital world and without memories whatsoever, he didnt age while in the simulation. So Gennai decides to disguise himself as his father. Even without memories, his connections to the digital world still there, what mades him really good at the TCG, getting the title of the Digimon King. A year before the events of Tamers he goes to the digital world with a girl name Alice, but there she dies and like Wizardmon, her spirit still alive (because she didnt die in her own world)

Cody is Ryo classmate. Yolei and Tommy break up but still friends.

This Digital world isnt the same as the Adventure/Frontier one. This is the digital world created by Yggdrassill after the old one is full (X Evolution Movie). This is why it looks so empty and unstable and why Digimon are never born again, its a mecanism to prevent the digital world from getting full (like your phones). The Holy Beast are based on data from old Digidestined Partners (Daigo and the others). And because we are talking about another digital world, the adventure/frontier kids arent very efective against the devas and the D-Reapper.

>+2 years

SAVERS

Masaru (14), Thomas (14), Yoshino (19), Ikuto (10)

Sampson (34), Miki (21), Megumi (21), Chika (10)

Nanami (14), Kouki (14), Ivan (19)

Takato, Henry, Ruki, Kazu, Kenta, Juri (15), Ryo (16), Suzie (9), Makoto, Ai (6)

Tai, Matt, Sora (21) – Izzy, Mimi, Meiko (20) - Yolei, Tommy (19) – Tk, Kari, Davis, Ken, Willis (18) – Joe, Zoe, Takuya, Kouji, Kouichi (22), JP (23), Yamaki, Maki (34), Riley (28), Tally (25)

Hypnos changes names to DATs, after realizing that battling digimon isnt the answer, and they start to invetigate them and controling them in order to protect the Human World. The Tamers Digital World closed for being to unstable after the Tamers kid got their partners back, but before the portal closed Gatomon felt Wizardmon in that digitalworld, and Kari encouraged her to go find her friend, and she did. And now the Human world is connected to the Adventure/Frontier Digital World again.

Izzy and Yolei joined DATs as data analizers joining Riley and Tally. Yamaki is in charge of the investigation side of DATs, While Sampson is in charge of the protection of the human world. And surprise! Sampson was a digidestined and was part of Daigo and Maki’s group. And Daigo-Maki-Sampson where a triangle like the fandom likes to think of Tai-Sora-Matt.

Takuya, Davis, Ruki and Kazu joins DATs under Sampson, and are the Savers kids tutors. The Sexual Tension between Rika and Thomas is real (but isnt sexual really becase they are 14 and 15 and thats fucking creepy, but it was the best way to describe it), Kazu became really good at the TGC, because he trained with Rika (I will use my dub version were Kazu did respect and admire Rika because she is the Digimon Queen and the sexist was Kenta, Kazu always called him out on his BS), also Kazu is dating Ryo (my AU, my OTP, my Canon.) but the relationship is secret, Kazu isnt ready to be out and Ryo is okay.

Matt is busy with rockstar stuff. Tai and Joe are busy with university. JP is busy running a company at only 23 and TK is the main writer of Digimon Stories, TK is in a polyamorous relationship with Kari and Willis (who moved to Japan). Sora started her first cloth collection with designs based on the digital world, and Mimi and Zoe are the main models. Mimi also started a movie career.

> +1 year

DIGIMON CIVIL WAR

DATs couldnt take care of all digimon related dangers so create various teams around the world.

DATs America: Willis, Sampson, TK, Kari, Ryo, Kazu, Izzy, Mimi, Tally

DATs Europe: Matt, Sora, Zoe, Joe, Tommy, Yolei, Thomas, Ivan, Miki, Tai

DATs Japan: Yamaki, Riley, Masaru, Ikuto, Yoshino, Ken, Davis, Ruki, Megumi

The Digital World start glitching and Ryo recovers his memories, and he is angry, especially at Tai and Davis. Ryo thinks that the Adventure group cant be trusted, on top of that, he discovers the story of DATs, and how it was called Hypnos, and what the organization did when was under control of Maki, whom is Back, and maybe its the cause of why the digital world is glitching. Who gave the right to a small group of humans to decide what is best for the digital world? The digidestined have to choose a side, Ryo Side, who think humans should leave the digital world alone and it population. Davis Side who after the Events of Tri, Tamers and Savers thinks Humans should protect the human world from the digimon (and maybe build a firewall around it and make the digimon pay for it). Both sides started fighting, until Tai took charge, and decide that diplomacy is the best choice, a middle ground.

DATs collapsed after that but didnt end. And the Door to the Digital world closed.

> 2 years

XROS WARS

Taiki (13), Akari (12/13), Zenjirou (12/13), Kiriha (14), Nene (14), Yuu (11)

The Fusion kids are called to the Tamers Digital World once it bacame stable, it was divided in zones and all this time without being in danger allowed a new way of evolution.

In this AU, Akari Friendship and Zenjirou Courage made them worthy of their

xrosloaders, with a little help of an Omegamon and never went back to the human world (because I cant be the one who connected what Omega said to Taiki about Akari’s friendship and Zenjirou’s courage with the their crosloaders colors, I mean, Akari got a light blue xrossloader and Zenjirou a orange one! Come one! It was a callback to the crests!)

Also, a Gatomon and a Wizardmon joined the Xros-Heart Army. And like the manga, Wizardmon also dies here and Gatomon jump to another digital world to find her best friend/lover.

> +1 year

HUNTERS

Taguiru (12), Yuu (12), Taiki, Zanjirou, Akari (14), Kiriha, Nene (15)

Ryouma (13), Ren (12), Airu (12), Hideaki (13), Kiichi (12), Mizuki (14)

KenX (12), Haruki (13), Noboru (13)

Makoto, Ai (10) – Suzie, Alice (13) – Ikuto, Chika (14) - Masaru, Thomas, Kouki, Nanami (18) – Takato, Henry, Rika, Kazu, Kenta, Juri (19) – Ryo, Cody (20) – TK, Kari, Willis, Davis, Ken (22) – Yolei, Tommy, Yoshino, Ivan (23) – Izzy, Mimi, Meiko (24) – Tai, Matt, Sora, Miki, Megumi (25) – Joe, Zoe, Takuya, Kouji, Kouchi (26) – JP (27) – Tally (30) – Riley (32) – Yamaki, Maki, Sampson (38)

Akari is classmate of Ikuto and Chika, whom may or may not have feelings for each other. Suzie is classmate with Ryouma. JP and Tally started dating. After Joe graduated got married with Zoe. Davis moved to the USA. Yolei and Ken are dating. Yamaki finally proposed to Riley. Without Daigo, Maki and Sampson started having a thing. Yoshino and Tommy are fuck buddies. Kazu is out and all his friends supported him and is happy with Ryo. Nanami dated Henry, but it didnt end well. Henry dated Takato, but they decided to stay as friends, and they still best friends (with benefits...), in fact, it was Henry who pushed Takato to ask Jeri out. And Jeri may or may not have had a one night stand with Rika (all the Tamers kids are at least bisexual, fight me, again, my AU, my canon). Takuya is dating Megumi. Matt and Sora Break up, and Sora is dating Kouichi. There are rumours in DATs that Thomas and Ruki are banging in “secret”, they are, but are horrible at keeping it a secret, and everyone pretends to not know about them.

A new thing called DigiQuartz is a plane similar to the Digital World in small scale, and it has characteristics of the DW-FAS (Digital World Frontier/Adventure/Savers) and DW-TX (Digital World Tamers/XrosWars) . DATs decide to investigate this and the leader of it is Izzy, helped by Yolei, Riley and Maki. They discover that the Digiquartz hold the data of creatures who died in other worlds. So they can recover Alice, Wizardmon, Meicoomon and Leomon (adventure). Gatomon was in the DigiQuartz looking for Wizardmon. Once the data recovered, Juri’s D-Arc linked with Leomon (because basically its the same digimon, but not “her leomon”), and Alice D-Arc linked with Wizardmon.

With the DigiQuartz Izzy could create new technologies and society advance really fast. Izzy also started working with a old professor on a AI, Code Name: Minerva.

> +4 years

APPMON

Haru (13), Eri (14), Astra (11), Rei (14), Yuujin (13), Ai-U (13), Hajime (8) Knight (?)

Makoto, Ai (14) – Taguiru, Yuu, Ren, Airu, Kiichi, Ken-X (16) – Suzie, Alice, Ryouma, Hideaki, Haruki, Noboru (17) – Ikuto, Chika, Taiki, Zanjirou, Akari, Mizuki (18) – Kiriha, Nene (19) - Masaru, Thomas, Kouki, Nanami (22) – Takato, Henry, Rika, Kazu, Kenta, Juri (23) – Ryo, Cody (24) – TK, Kari, Willis, Davis, Ken (26) – Yolei, Tommy, Yoshino, Ivan (27) – Izzy, Mimi, Meiko (28) – Tai, Matt, Sora, Miki, Megumi (29) – Joe, Zoe, Takuya, Kouji, Kouchi (30) – JP (31) – Tally (34) – Riley (36) – Yamaki, Maki, Sampson (42)

JP’s Digimon company was absorbed by the L-Corp and cancelled the Digimon Franchise, But Haru has some memories of the games. Ryouma is dating Suzie and Henry doesnt like it at all. Matt dated Nene and it was scandalous since they both are well known musicians and have a 10 years diference… but it didnt worked at all, they still good friends tho, and collaborate from time to time. After that, Matt and Sora starting dating again, and he proposed to her. Taguiru is dating Hideaki, Airu is dating Alice. Davis and Takato opened a restaurant and Hideaki work part time there, and hopes to get an intership in L-Corp. Cody is in Law School. Yoshino and Ken enter the police. Kari graduated and is a teacher now. A Hollywood studio got the rights of TK books. Takato is also in Art School.

The DigiQuartz evolve into the AR-Fields, and in the space between the DW-FAS and DW-TX, the data there created a sub species knows as Appmons.

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karenfordonte · 3 years ago

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omg dumb nightmare turned into best dream lol riri fixed it...yet again lol

fentybeauty posted that pic 4/18/22 see source at bottom for link

when posting this on tumblr on 4/23/22

i heard “karen” front door close “i’ll get her” (idk who’s voice that was)

Still editing this post/Rough Draft:

right before i went to sleep last night around 1 am cause i was laying down a while and couldnt sleep till after this part on the tv for a reason lol:

the tv said jesus wont go to jail it was christian music lol of a black choir like singing of a group and one of the lead singers? i wasnt really looking at it long but one singer looked like the mom in jays brokemas video but just the hair lol (im used to people doing me wrong lol so i was a little worried about what ifs lol then that song helped me)

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i kept waking up like 4 or more times last night i caught myself rubbing my belly when i woke up 2 or 3 times im like uh .......... i was doing that in my sleep hope it aint a sign lol but im against abortion i always gave god the say when i get pregnant or not so yeah

written 7:23 am 4/21/2022 i had a dream nikko from christas house threatened to beat me up if i dont give him a cig for some reason lol and when i said no and wanted to tell people on fb he made a bunch of gun noises and i thought it was a real gun so i hid behind the dresser and door in my parents old house my little kid room and my cell phone wouldnt call 911 then roger from the board and care the staff guy he and raphael some of the good staff there already stopped him and roger showed me rihanna's wedding dress she designed for my surprise wedding with her it was amazing it had wording all on it cut out very intricate kinda like a snowflake but better so i think it was gonna go on top of a darker color cause the cut out word part was all white and the left boob is the only part i was allowed to read it said "karen" lol and im like roger are you sure thats for me from rihanna to double and tripple check and he was laughing and saying yes lol

and when i woke up her voice told me "i'll get you soon cause you're used to just putting up with other people's bs" lol + more its more than that but omg im hoping lol

(i woke up a bit earlier the sun was rising i smoked then when i layed down i was nauseous but didnt dry heave lol so yeah)

ps the first xaara dream the valentines day one = when we were jumping from hotel room to hotel room it was just us im like oh duh lol

cause sometimes when the voice would be tricky of bs lol i felt forced at times to share elante with other people not our whole soul but i had to put puzzle pieces together and not be like .....look... some people believe jesus is all womens husband i saw it on my mom's fb pic she posted a jesus bible or bom quote about he's their bridegroom or somethin lol but before i thought i must be a jesus in the way of im really nice etc and loving and meek etc yeah the voice lied and i was really naive and young lol i was 17 it told me why do you not wanna give everyone sex energy when it can help their bodies not feel pain etc i was too like oh uh ok cause what got me was im too caring about others discomforts but i put together more and more how to know which voice vibes to trust but im still careful but im getting more progress with it as i age lol alot more like even i tried to force me to do my cliche jesus me character during hard times but i just cant stay addicted to even that guy lol im too addicted to elantes so yeah lol id rather have my fave person in the whole world my elantes as my only romance partners my real twin flames lol they are extentions of rihanna's selves when in true form lol so yeah

i am mainly addicted to only rihanna and skisst the most though for now i go slow lol

it cheers me up the most in the day when i can sense them in different ways :)

Escape The Fate - Friends And Alibis

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ok so i made a task board for keeping a schedule to do lists every day , i keep a calendar for things like appointments, i keep keep notes for notes like shopping lists and things like what to remember to ask the dr lol but also budgetting, and keeping track of cigs i smoke a day there too cause im too lazy to pre roll them out and i wanna keep track to make sure i budget right and not smoke too much i wanna keep it under 13 for sure each day for now but yeah lol i think i can do it cause theres some creepy bugs out there lol and i wanna be more productive here anyways lol been callin insurance etc updating addresses and number settin up rides etc lol

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riri song references funny ^ hints <3 im getting a short hair cut monday i want all the dyed parts gone lol i cant tell where that mark is but i'll ask lol but i want it very short anyways though lol i cant donate it cause it was dyed lol oh well its very healthy and thick now and the pony tail is around a ruler size and barely breaks when i brush it and no knots lol but i hate long hair care etc for me its too much of a hassle i love short 'boy' hair and not brushing it cause its short anyways lol and no heavy ass pony tail bs i dont like it in my face either lol etc since a kid so yeah

heard this one for the first time age 28 lol:

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oh btw that song taught me how to spell tear right i thought tare was the shredding definition and tear = cry ohhhhhh lol tearing = ripping etc i thought tearing = crying only lol lmfao its cause my tara dream in the dream im like how do you spell it teara? she said tara so it took me till later to add teara as an aka cause she cries alot like me especially of being in love in focus so sweet felt etc yeah it hits me so great at times mmmm especially here lol i think i cried 3 different days here already of how much love i have for elantes but if i focus on them alot id do that all the time i can feel them enough for sure im already getting wet eyed and smiley again mmmmm lol they know me too good lmfao

i think halsey is a skisst :)

omg i just looked up her tattoos right after: (the arrow of the two mouths kissing exactly what kwins fb banner was back when she met me first but her banner was a photo of 2 lesbians one lip biting saying "i wanna do bad stuff with you" lol i tried to google that pic before i cant find it lol )

which is basically what halseys other tattoo means lol:

halsey's tattoos:

mmmmhmmm thats her all right

oh a white butterfly fly on me today lol

and today i saw two spiders two different times in this day but i was saved by denise then joe lmfao denise killed one for me it was kinda next to me some then the other one was on the arm of my chair later and i got up so fast i dropped my phone lmfao good thing obama phones can get dropped alot lol and not break at all but yeah lol then i told joe later i cant sit in my chair and why so he inspected it all in front of me now i can sit there yay im spoiled

i took a nap just woke up at 6:47 pm man elantes are so hot lol i love when they soul sex = certain kind of love buzzes from gods to wake me up lol and then the tv said "when i woke up i saw the sun" that one song lol

oh oh it was this part my bad lol lol: "I saw the sign and it opened up my eyes I saw the sign" when i was little i always thought sign sad sun instead lmfao mmmmm Ace of Base - The Sign (Official Music Video)

i admit donte 'sleeps' a ton still but they woke me up right before my body took a nap they word stuff alot for me but know exactly how i am im a nicest sweetest innocent baby cliche only lol yes when they told me what happened before my nap i had to be emotional and roah had to take over then i slept lol

they mentioned this song to me: the "i dont even know how to hold it" - Atmosphere - Always Coming Back Home To You, to relate to that this morning dream with nikko:

Atmosphere - Always Coming Back Home to You https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2WBee_bmGu4

in that dream like he had a machine gun and right when he was about to shoot me my darn phone wasnt working i was saved by raphael and roger lol (that dream morphed some of my life together when i was being chased by nikko when he was just gonna punch me at first i thought (i always was pretty generous with my cigs at times) it reminded me of being that young age of when i had that room it was that wildomar mobile home house i grew up in age 5 till age 16 or 17 we moved but my dad used to scare me alot just for his fun and chase me i hated that shit i would cry and scream and when nikko pukes he sounds exactly like my dad when he pukes every time

Atmosphere - The Woman With The Tattooed Hands https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N-9nbwHQPKA

i had morning sickness only today again i ate breakfast and lunch a bit late to make sure my stomach was ready i do that in the mornings sometimes lol i got with feeling but i had a busy day with making sure my todo list was all checked off and so ima make sure i eat dinner cause im getting hungry again but a hole isnt 'puckered' anymore its able to open on its own now i noticed but still needed some help so i opened another laxitive package lol thats number 5 i wanted a break on the weekend from using them for different reasons till today but im sure ill be able to go easier probably tonight lol its still hard in there it was stuck lol so i thought one more is necessary so yeah

9:18 pm man wtf the butthole got swollen shut again i was so close it was normal then wtf happened man idk atleast i have a primary dr visit soon i googled if its a side effect of peg3350 laxitive i cant find anything so weird man

i didnt notice it was like 'glued' shut i used to call it till the end of being at christas house but i dont check it all the time so i just noticed the swollen non flat effect here

i know sometimes christa had chicken thawing out 4 days straight sometimes when mark wanted fast food in a row suprising her she never put it back in the freezer and sometimes it stank but she just said all she has to do is wash it in the sink and the heat when cooking kills the bacteria even though when she had the bag of raw chicken in the sink that whole time closed yeah but it still stank alot so she said she knew what she was doing so i trusted her but i dont wanna think about what ifs but i hope im ok

the poop is finally soft i had to manually take it out again yes washed hands and antibacterial hand sanitizer

but other than that its like still only a tiny bit in there im just gonna wait to try to go again till after i see the dr lol

when i got the endoscopy at first christa said i dont have to go if i dont want to but on the day of my appointment she told me i am going and she made us all breakfast though (she rarely makes breakfast or lunch we usually have to make those 2 meals ourselves)

im like wait after i ate just a piece of toast and she made me coffee im like im supposed to fast

and she still took me to go

she was honest with them that i ate that morning and so was i

they said ok we'll try to attempt it

but the anethesia usually doesnt hurt me but that one did really bad

but it knocked me out fast at least

after i got my diagnosis slow digestion the nurse said my digestion was probably marked slow because i ate a bit in the morning but

it seems hella slow though still

she said she got endoscopy before i mean come on

that stomach dr place was GI-Excellence in hemet

i dont think its utis i think it might be stomach infections then

cause on fb one of my last posts talked about a new wiping a certain way before peeing in cup technique not let it drip down the butt hole technique is barely any white blood cells so she said maybe infection maybe not

i think its stomach bacteria that was triggering the false utis most of the time

but its like why am i antibiotic resistant to alot that easily before cause she

possibly gave me fake antibiotics in my bottle

idk how many times per different type but

i know that cipro wasnt the right one based on the net

chicken was my least fave meal at that house but sometimes she made me eat it

even though nikko would never cook the fried chicken right always bloody he said he didnt know how to read their temp thing when it says chicken not a temp lol and most of the time she made nikko make the chicken dinners anyways but one time when it stank she had me help her cut the bones like snap it etc but i never knew how before but ew

they used a square cooker for chicken that wasnt fried and that one was never bloody chicken but um

christa told me drs call you if results are serious

my old phone would mark even when off who called

this new one dont but i set up my voice mail just in case

the endoscopy took a biopsy for suspected possible h. pylori but never called me so i wasnt concerned

and so i never went to the follow up visit

it says salmonella causes diareah so it would explain maybe possibly putting that in my food (her imodium)

cause im incotinent especially with diareah and pee . not really solid poop

the anti diareah pills she gave me her own prescription bottle of imodium but it doesnt match online pill descriptions but she was right 300 was the quantity on the lable she says she gets those all the time she had extra bottles in her room i only had diareah there 5 different times

most was when i first got to her house

the last 2 times was when i had sepsis those two times

since ive been incotinent it was hard so many times to pee in the cup i couldnt find the stream most of the time

but heavenly mother possessed me last time i went to urgent care showed me how to wipe and stand a bit lean forward and pee she was like "i'll show you how" alot of times the nurses dont remember to give me the wipe too so i know to ask every time now

i mean christa had an iphone and her screen used to be cracked but not no more cause those 3 times she told me to google how she can get rid of stuck painful gas her net on her phone wasnt working and i didnt feel like standing long anyways so i was like good i dont have to that was after i posted about my constipated contractions i called it cause it hurt so bad twice shes usually always watching videos on her phone she says she pays for data on her phone and at the time the wifi was working for those 3 times she asked me to do that

atleast i feel way better than being at her house though cause no nausea for whole days mainly only in the mornings thats it i had like only 4 days here of sick the first day, the second day i think, and those two times i slept most of the day all the other days morning sickness only but had one day off i think free from nausea i think that was day 3 possibly

i mean she told me in the beggining her friend used to work at kfc and they fed people green chicken they kept in barrels and used to cook the bacteria off and the green color out but she said thats why she dont like kfc but later she still bought us kfc when mark paid for it

i never liked the chicken in the square thing when nikko cooked it cause the skin felt too weird like raw like or chewy idk how to explain it but the inside was cooked but never seasoned right i need sauce for that shit to down it but often i just gave mine to someone else cause i dont crave chicken as a main dinner most of the time and it was im more of a red meat fan the most or good sea food like crab or shrimp or clam chowder or certain kind of oysters lol or bbq pork lol or good ham i told her i dont really like chicken that much since i was a kid but yeah lol i only like chicken with sauce or friend crunchy lol

they tried to feed blu their dog raw chicken at times but he never ate it till they cooked it they said

ugh i dont wanna think about that place right now bye

midnight: i tried going to sleep but

Rihanna - Stay ft. Mikky Ekko https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JF8BRvqGCNs

i think i gotta shave my whole head lol i bought new soap and a new brush but my hair tie isnt washed but i hate long hair ugh some reason its still itchy usually not this much at this house still isnt as bad as the last house but ima throw away my old soaps and old brush oooo heavenly mother is putting god medicine on it lol cool it has a sudden anti itch cool refreshing effect soothing lol she told me i dont wanna know what made my scalp basically bleed the red hair dye and make my hair fall for that whole month out till i switched not using christas she gave me but like 2 boxes of different brands of hair dye etc doesnt sound like pro hair cutter she said she went to hair and make up school

lol one time there was a homeless man and a random lady look through our trash seperatley seperate days christa told me

so yeah fbi been on them

cause one time the dog control inspector guy in uniform came over to investigate if our dogs are housed good or not based on a complaint from someone anonymous but christa blamed it on her only neighboor marry cause she hates dogs barks sounds so much christa said she payed to have her dogs voice box removed but mary yelled towards the end when i was in the smoke room cause thats close to marys back yard she yelled "karen you are not harry potter" but its the same angry tone of voice she yells at her grandkids christa said those kids are in her back yard at sometimes i saw them jump on a trampoline too from the sun room before and heard them at times before from there but christa said she wanted to get back at mary by calling cps on her to get her gran kids taken away to get back at her

if mary is in on what christa was doing to me basically then she didnt call those dog inspectors lol they mustve been so paranoid in that case

one time christa said she took a key to a strangers car in front of us when he wasnt around cause that car was too slow im like oh....it was at ricks store with the milk sign on the front where she buys her mangoritas every day the parkinglot

then towards the end christa told me she wanted to get back at her surgeon by me giving her bed bugs i capture for her to realease them in i thought she was gonna say her surgeons office name but she said dr balu's office surprisingly im like uhm i have been putting them in a hand sanitizer bottle theyve been in liquid lol theyre dead lol it was true but im like i dont do shady evil shit you know

#Christa's Room and Board #Jane's Room and Board #Nicco's Board and Care

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A Year in Review

2017 has been an interesting year for all of us, and I think I need to take some time to reflect on the happenings that have occurred in the past year. Please keep in mind that this is a reflection of my life and probably wont have much to do with the world, other people, or even this blog. I just need to reflect and writing it out helps me understand things better. So for most of you, ignore the rest of this post. Here have a cute duck and move on:

For the rest of you, below the break is a more intimate part of my psyche that i rarely bring up on this blog...

This year marks a first for me. It is the first year I have been completely free from attending some form of educational system. Just over a year ago I graduated with a Bachelors of Science and a lot of student loans. But, despite this, I was happy. I was running a nonprofit educational program, I was developing a board game, I had a home, and I had the potential that a college degree gave me.

But 2017 rolled around and things started to change, as things often do when time passes. In all honesty, the stuff I am about to write about really aren’t that bad in the grand scheme of things, but they are important in defining the past year of my life.

The first thing that changed was a purposeful one. I made the decision to move my focus away from the Urban Interface, and really focus on getting a paying job. I now had very little income and the threat of student loan payments looming overhead. So I talked it over with my board and explained my need. With their help, we would put the business on “autopilot” until I found a job. This freed me up to find a job. 6 months passed and no job came. I applied everywhere. I was either overqualified or the job filled right after the application went in.

During this time, I received very little assistance from my board of directors and still had to largely guide the business myself. During this time, one of our ambassador animals revealed to have a mortal illness in their bones and had to be euthanized. Frustrating, sure, but that’s the hard truth of working with injured wildlife and running a small business with no paid employees. Then as June approached, the student loan payments hit; I made the ultimatum that I would have to close the non-profit and look for a job elsewhere.

By some miracle, I did finally land a full time job with a local school district. It wasn’t great pay, but it was enough to get back on my feet, and a 40 hour work week would allow me to still guide the business in my free time and even work on the board game during the weekends. Things were looking up.

In reality, several things happened that I didn’t expect. The first was in regards to this new job. 40 hours jumped to an average of 60 hours and weekend work within a week of me getting hired. In addition, the work hours were from 6am-5pm with no guarantee I’d get off at 5. This had the effect of grinding me into the dirt and attempting to force all of my time on the job itself.

While I’m proud to admit that I still have this position and am weathering it’s requirements, I can see it slowly eroding my life at the foundations and trying to worm itself further into my time and the passions I hold dear. I need to get out of this job. To do that, I need to find another one.

It ultimately makes me wish I could pay myself or find enough funding for The Urban Interface to pay staff regularly, but that wish along with so many others for that business is far in the future, and at this rate, may be getting slowly washed away by the tedium of life.

The other major change in my life, is likely my brain.

I have always had a relatively stoic outlook on life. By nature, I’m an introvert who has adapted some extroverted tendencies out of necessity. What I didn’t realize was that somewhere deep in my head was a tendency for depression.

With the change of pace and the sudden burden of trying to figure out what’s next, I can realize now that I probably suffer from depression. It’s not debilitating and with enough direction and support, it’s barely noticeable. But 2017 has been like the death of a thousand cuts for me. Life has managed to remove most of my supportive structure piece by piece:

For the first time, I’m alone and outside school with the expectation that I know what to do and have the ability to do it. Whatever it is.

I’m struck by the unending stream of questions surrounding the overall concept of “what now.”

The animals my organization cares for are both my dream and my responsibility. I’ve put more value into their potential than I have on my own livelihood.

I have no idea how to make this nonprofit work. I can sustain it on a meager budget, but I cant give it the growth it needs, and for the millions of people around me, not a single person seems to care about the lives of our animals, the impact they can serve, and what they truly need to make that happens.

My efforts to find a job have hurt the nonprofit with a lack of direction, and now the business is suffering because of that.

What’s most terrifying of all is that on some particularly bad days, I don’t know if I can care either.

The thing that is paying my bills is also the thing that is seriously crushing my soul and draining me of the limited energy I have. I need to be free of it, but the opportunity has not risen despite my searches and efforts.

I am terrified that the board game my business partner and I have developed (One I’ve personally spent countless hours designing and testing) will be a flop. I can’t seem to get my other business off the ground, so why should this one be different.

I’ve never had many friends, but I’ve had a few very close ones, and by the end of this year, all but one of them will be 1000 miles away or farther from me.

And most recently, my dog, the greatest mental comfort and companion I have ever had, has been sick. If the most recent round of tests don’t show the right things, then it is likely he will be diagnosed with leukemia or some sort of bone marrow cancer.

I wish these were exaggerations. Some of them certainly are just fears, I can recognize that, and will likely push through them, but the rest. They’re facts, and they are systematically pushing me in a more depressive cycle that I don’t want to fall into.

More than anything, I’m writing this out to help me process it, recognize the problems and prepare the proper solutions. By putting these in writing, I admit they exist and even now, looking back up at them, I can admit they are not incurable or impossible tasks.

My friends still exist, it will just take more effort to reach out to them. I can find more, I just need to look and make myself available. My direction needs to be towards the betterment of my dreams and my soul. With that direction I can steele myself against the crushing forces of working stress until I can make a change. Even if my efforts fail, shatter, or crumble; giving up is the only failure I cannot crawl back from.

And if my dog is to be taken from me, then let him be taken with the most love, adoration, and fulfillment I can possibly give before his time draws to a close.

2018 will likely be a difficult year for me, but I have to look forward. I have to rebuild the support structures that keep me going. I will take the hardships and the pain that may come, but I will also maintain the energy to fight back and push forward. Even if it’s just one step at a time.

#personal #not bird related #loss #life #self pep talk #processing #reflection

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theseadagiodays · 5 years ago

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April 27, 2020

Art Became the Oxygen

It is true that artists, many of whom rely on public gatherings for their livelihood, are some of the hardest hit during this crisis. Yet, it’s musicians who are toiling away in basements to serenade us through isolated days. It’s comedic actors who are offering us essential nighttime laughs. And it’s visual artists who make meaning from this madness with images that inspire, console and provoke. The individuals of the creative community are like the unsung frontline workers of this pandemic, only without any salary to support their craft, or a 7 pm cheer to motivate them. Yet still, they make things because they must, just as artists have done since the beginning of history, particularly in times of strife. (SEE: https://usdac.us/news-long/2017/8/9/art-became-the-oxygen-free-artistic-response-guide-available-now)

In previous periods of economic hardship, the US government responded with forward-thinking programs like the WPA (Works Progress Administration) of Roosevelt’s New Deal (1935 to 1943). It was designed not only to fund huge infrastructure projects, but also to employ thousands of artists, musicians, writers, and theatre performers to stimulate the economy. Legacies of this program include Zora Neale Hurston’s Their Eyes Were Watching God; Jackson Pollack’s Composition with Pouring; and Mark Rothko’s earlier urban studies like Entrance to Subway, where you can see the seeds of his famous color studies from later work.

After natural disasters, senseless violence or war, artist activists have also rushed to the front lines, time and again, to help rebuild communities by activating their social imaginations and stimulating their civic agency with creative collaborations.

Philippe Thiese gathered digital stories of Hurricane Sandy volunteers in this short film: https://www.sandystoryline.com/stories/sandy-volunteers-remember-the-storm-and-explain-how-they-got-involved/.

The siblings of Eric Garner, a young African-American man killed by unjust police violence in 2014, came together in grief to write the song, I Can’t Breathe,based on his harrowing last words. Their music served as a rallying cry to a community berieved and betrayed by their law enforcement: https://www.rollingstone.com/music/music-news/eric-garners-family-drops-moving-new-song-i-cant-breathe-192574/

And when a 2011 tornado took 161 lives in the small town of Joplin, Missouri, mural artist Dave Loewenstein asked kids about their dreams for the future of their town, resulting in this stunning piece, The Butterfly Effect.

So, in the great hope that we’ll kick this virus’ butt, and we will be left with a glut of ventilators, how about we use them to revive our society’s artists, since they are the vital oxygen that feed our souls.

In Vancouver, we are already lucky enough to have our City government responding with funding for the Murals for Hope project (#makeartwhileapart), which is transforming solemn, boarded-up shops and restaurants into colorful and encouraging messages that can help sustain us until their doors reopen again.

Geoff and I are also trying to do our small part to stimulate the creative economy, while beautifying our home in the process. We are very excited to have just commissioned a mural artist to spruce up our tiny backyard space, which we’re transforming from a gravel parking spot into our own tropical oasis. Here are some inspirational images as well as a shot of the yard in its current state. And hopefully, I can post the finished product, which will be painted onto the rotting fence, in a couple of weeks.

April 28, 2020

Art of Relationship

This period is not just requiring us to get creative with keyboards and canvases and cameras. It is forcing us to re-examine the very patterns that make up our daily lives and fit them all inside the same four walls with the same self, spouse, and/or kids, 24/7. Suffice it to say, this is no small task. But, if any of you are like me, the grand solutions have sometimes involved tiny changes.

Personally, my greatest challenge has been to find ways to carve out slivers of shared pleasure amidst my partner’s insanely stressful, often 13-hour work day, now that the pandemic has his team at our local transit authority in serious crisis mode. Of course, I’m a firm believer in hard-work. The pursuit of a classical musician requires many years of 5+ hours-a-day of practice. But I’m also a fun-lover, and a huge proponent of life/work balance, particularly having had to learn this the hard way, thru a chronic overuse injury. So, for me, Geoff’s manic schedule during the first month of isolation seemed far from optimal. And while this was especially difficult for him, it compromised joy for both of us.

Seeking guidance as we adapted to the new normal, we found a great online series by Esther Perel, whose regular podcast, Where Should We Begin? always leaves us with sound, simple dance steps that we can apply to the Art of Relationship. Here, she has created a 4-part series that specifically addresses problems which co-habitators might face in our current reality. https://events.estherperel.com/april-2020-webinar-resources/?fbclid=IwAR0kRHkuQvEGxcpNuHvPKmmExamZ2Jj_EMZzR-zGp8eDejCR94hE-ZvGYjY

Inspired by her wisdom, we decided that the 7:30 am meetings, which had been occupying our kitchen and bleeding into our morning coffees, every day, could be skipped for a 15-minute walk thru our neighborhood park. And, let me tell you, what a difference a quarter of an hour can make!

April 29, 2020

Finding Variety in Repetition

It occurred to me, the other morning, that this experience feels a bit like fasting. Since college, I’ve routinely devoted a week, every spring, to some kind of dietary shift, for my general health, and as a general mindfulness exercise. While I’ve tried versions of the Wild Rose and other popular cleanses with some benefit, the method recommended in Staying Healthy with the Seasons has always suited me best. It requires you to slowly wean off many foods (meat/fish, then sugar/alcohol/coffee, then dairy), gradually move to only liquids, eventually evolve to a middle day of just water, and then similarly reintroduce each food gradually. What I’ve loved about this approach is how much more aware of my cravings I become, how much I notice the “manufacturing of consent” that happens all around me to inspire my “wants”, and finally how various symptoms are suddenly absent once I’ve eliminated certain foods. Consequently, the slow reintroduction of foods allows me to notice, in much more specific detail, which foods stimulate which responses in my body (IE. huge bursts of energy from fruit; afternoon crashes from sugar; indigestion from soy; sustenance from bread and pasta - NOTE: Contrary to the wheat-vilifying trends that currently prevail, I typically thrive on an anti-Atkins diet, as someone who reaps tremendous fuel from carbs).

The parallels we are experiencing now relate to the stimuli that we’ve been “denied” by our self-isolating reality. Speaking for myself, instead of travelling frequently, as I often do, or eating at different restaurants every week, or working at a different café every day to switch up the creative energy around me, I have had, like everyone else, to learn to find sustenance and interest in a much less diverse set of circumstances. I am eating at Chez Me three meals a day. We are grinding our own beans and whipping up our own daily lattes. And most all of our daily walks and bike rides now start from our home.

But even within the boundaries that we can reach from the nexus of our own address, we have been able to slowly expand our radius of exploration to corners of our city that we had never seen before. This has felt a bit like switching to a vegetarian diet and gaining new appreciation for the crunchiness of a snap pea, or the filling nature of a portabello mushroom.

In these explorations, we have discovered infinite surprises which include a cliffside view of the Fraser River from Everett Crowley Park (top image), an old landfill-turned-lush green space in Vancouver’s southeastern-most quadrant. We’ve seen old growth forest that we had no idea existed so many kilometres from the shore, in Burnaby’s Central Park on our city’s eastern border. I’ve spotted my first-ever fisher (weasel) sneaking around beachside boulders on the northern edge of the city. And closer to home, I’ve noticed the whimsy of our neighbors’ gardens in far greater detail than I had ever looked before (as in the Gaudiesque, smiley-face hedge pictured above). Our ventures from home have been guided by little more than our edict to “follow the pink”, as in the most blossoming streets. And to document these journeys, I’ve been mapping the various routes we’ve taken. Interestingly, the trajectory somewhat resembles a many-petaled flower.

Looking for minute changes in what seem to be patterns of sameness is also the secret to one of my favorite movements in music and design: Minimalism. Perhaps this is why Max Richter and Steve Reich have become the soundtrack I’ve turned to most during the pandemic. Because their music trains our brains to find beauty in repetition while seeking excitement from the subtlest nuanced shifts.

Meanwhile, I know that many of us would love for there to be a magic wand that could lift all of our restrictions over night and allow us to return to exactly “the way it was before”, in the same way that I long for a mocha frappuccino when I fast. However, what we have been hearing from our leaders is that the more likely and safe choice will be to move into a gradual re-opening of our cities - a slow reintroduction of certain freedoms. So, the lessons we can learn from fasting and Phillip Glass ought to prove very useful as we try to be patient and appreciative of this prudent approach. Then, once we begin to shop and drive and socialize more, perhaps this perspective can allow us to also more clearly notice how we respond to each stimuli as we re-engage with it, And hopefully it will inform a new normal that can be more sensible and moderate and in harmony with this planet that we call home.

And, in case you’re curious to listen to a little minimalist fare...

Notice how welcomed the first chord change is in Max Richter’s Catalogue of Afternoons: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ubjylmxrj9o

Or drape yourself in his hypnotic music like a warm duvet with his 8-hour lullaby, Sleep: https://open.spotify.com/album/0JLN7JryQ2T7lBEYIrSQF1

And for a mind trip of the eyes and ears, try Steve Reich’s Piano Phase on marimbas: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W3QoM7dgs_0

April 30, 2020

Film Festivals for free

Pahokee, at this year’s live-streamed Vancouver International Film Festival

Done wondering if Carol Baskin killed her husband? Couldn’t care less if Giannini and Damian actually ever get married? Well, for those who’ve exhausted the Netflix catalogue, there are plenty of other ways to enjoy film from your home. Lots of festivals have generously uploaded their content online. So, whether it’s mountain adventure, short films, foreign movies, or arthouse you’re looking for, here are some easy ways to link to those that are totally free:

Banff Mountain Film Festival - https://www.banffcentre.ca/film-fest-at-home

Cannes, Sundance, Tribeca, Toronto, Venice, Berlin and others have collaborated to bring an awesome line-up of livestream videos to the world in their 10-day We Are One Festival, starting on May 29th. While the festival will stream for free, viewers will be asked to donate to the World Health Organization’s Covid-19 solidarity response fund.

If you happen to remain gainfully employed, and it’s important to you to keep supporting independent film making, Vancouver International Film Festival has created a rental-fee structure for a number of films that they’ve now made available for streaming, too: https://viff.org/Online/default.asp

And Sedona Film Festival has done the same - https://sedonafilmfestival.com/mdfhome/

May 1, 2020

Boredom Killers: Ping-pong, birthday song, and Magritte gong wrong

Combing the internet for creative inspiration that I can share with readers has truly been a joy. It’s also got our own creative jucies flowing. So today, I thought I’d post just a few of the ways we’ve staved off boredom over these past weeks.

Tennis is one of our true passions. It’s actually sort of how Geoff and my relationship began. Given that we didn’t want our paddle skills to get too rusty, we didn’t let the fact that our little laneway house couldn’t fit a ping pong table stop us: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kait-zCV94s

Coming from a huge birthday-celebrating family, I’ve tried to make sure that friends with birthdays during quarantine could still feel pampered on their special day. So, 6 of us put together this silly ditty for our good friend Roger: https://youtu.be/EZKyrdOlvPk

And, we’ve jumped on the art replication bandwagon too. The Met & the Getty Museum have both followed the lead of the Dutch gallery that first initiated the Instagram art challenge which asks people to recreate famous pieces of art with only 3 objects from their home. https://www.instagram.com/tussenkunstenquarantaine/

Here’s Geoff and my attempt with Magritte’s Lovers. The challenge also asks for participants to create new titles, so this is ours, Kissing Strategy for Stay-at-home Lazy Toothbrushers.

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A Dance

The silk shirt was still soft to touch, its white sheen accentuated against the rich crimson embroidery that was woven into the sleeves and the seams. Roen gently lifted it out of the box, her eyes studying the fine details in the tailoring. With a few tugs, the ballooned sleeves regained their airiness, puffing out proudly as if to show off the frame of the man that had once worn them.

Roen had not complemented Nero when he arrived at the Starlight Ball, dressed fancily in this nobleman’s tunic. She was at a lost for words that he had shown up at all. She tucked her joy away quietly, only greeting him with a warning about her brother being present within. His returned quip was quietly confident, only pondering the varied possibilities of the impending encounter, as they entered the Sanctum of Twelve together. A mass of gloriously dressed patrons danced and twirled within.

That had been nearly three years ago.

Roen held up the shirt in front of her, wondering why this one of all tunics were preserved. Nero had not packed frivolously, but the outfit he wore to the Ball was precisely folded and tucked away with his personal belongings meant for Othard.

Was there a part of him that wanted to remember?

Roen brought the fabric to her face to feel its caress, and inhaled deeply. The memories of the cool damp air of the forest and the scent of the man that wore it returned easily to her memory.

The moon had shone bright that evening.

Roen had never seen it as clear as she did that night, pale and alone in a night sky littered with countless stars. She wondered if it was the hushed calm of the Shroud that allowed the night to unveil itself with such honesty.

The footsteps of the pirate and the paladin were quiet over the mossy ground that spanned the forest around the Sanctum of the Twelve. Roen did not know for how long they had strolled amongst the woods after leaving the Starlight Ball; their pace was unhurried, their course meandering. Nero had been quiet for most of the way, although Roen herself was lost in thought. Much had happened during the Ball, from Gharen asking about the Yoyorano family, to Mister Bellveil revealing to Gideon that she had a secret she was desperately trying to hide. Then there was the run-in with Taeros and Coatleque, and the tense exchange of words between them. Her thoughts were so far away that by the time the two found themselves in a small clearing, she nor the pirate knew how they had gotten there.

She thought it was part luck and part coincidence that they came upon the secluded grove--a cleared, oval copse shrouded by trees. There was a break in the canopy that allowed the stars and moonlight to illuminate the space, and the quiet babble of a distant stream filled the air along with soft singing of crickets. It was a charming respite, a welcomed escape from the shadows that lingered everywhere else.

Roen eyed the smuggler who shuffled ahead of her awkwardly, his hand brushing through those jet black locks streaked with orange. She marveled at how the silver light that filtered down from above seemed to calm even those blazing highlights… and maybe even sooth his usually guarded disposition. He turned his head left then right, placing his hands on his hips. He fidgeted, and seemed unable to decide between coughing or sighing.

“I never did like walking around in the Shroud, you know.” Nero’s confession came out more like a groan. “Everything looks the same. How do Gridanians put up with it? Perhaps they bring lengths of rope with them to backtrack.”

Roen took comfort in the shimmering radiance from above, a smile rising to her lips. “I used to get lost here often.” She shrugged, stepping carefully over a root on her tip toes, careful not to let the heels of her shoes sink in between the vines. “But sometimes...I did not mind it so much.”

The pirate smirked and cocked an eye at her. “Ever the woodland sprite, hm? It’s a shame you don’t do well on ships.” He threw a glance at his surroundings. “I don’t suppose you know where this is, do you?”

Her smile widened into a grin as she walked past him into the grove, slipping out of her shoes as her baretoes tested the soft moss covered ground. She spun once on the balls of her feet, letting her dress billow around her legs. “Does it matter? It is beautiful, is it not?” She opened her arms wide. “It makes you forget, just for little while, the rest of the world.” There was a part of her that desperately needed to not think of other things.

Nero curled something oddly akin to an amused frown. “Perhaps not right this moment, but I would rather not be buried by sylphs, thank you very much.” He exhaled. “I suppose we have been walking for some time, anyway.”

The paladin ambled around the periphery of the grove, but glanced back at the smuggler when she heard him grunt, trying to take a seat on the grass. He was struggling with the restrictions of the outfit he had chosen for the Starlight Ball.

“Oh, sod it.” The pirate hastily undid the buckles holding the breastplate to the silk white shirt he had worn, and the thin plate of metal thudded softly on the forest floor. Following that was the tight laces on the shirt itself; half of its length was undone, somewhat exposing his chest. Nero let out a long satisfied exhale and stretched, having been released from the confines of his fanciful ensemble.

“I do not know if you are aware,” the smuggler explained as he caught her watching him. He smirked back when their eyes met, and Roen quickly glanced elsewhere. “But formal wear is very uncomfortable.” He gave the breastplate an accusatory look. “Or perhaps they just fitted me wrong. Silly design, really. They make the sleeves and everything else loose, only to tighten it up with all those laces and cuffs. I was rather stifled in that ball, wearing this getup.”

Roen was doing her very best to press her lips together, to try and lessen her outward expression of amusement. “Despite all your complaints, you did look rather dashing.” She looked down at her own dress, the red and white silks billowing with a gentle forest breeze. Wearing such an ornate ensemble was a rare treat for her, one that she secretly savored.

“My dear, are you suggesting that there are times where I do not look dashing? I am offended. Wounded. Besmirched, even.” By the time Roen turned back to him, he was stretching his arms outwards, twisting his torso this way and that. “This is much more comfortable, in any case.”

"It has been awhile since I wore such things," she said wistfully as she lightly tugged on the fall of her skirt to let it sway. When she peered back up at him, her grey eyes twinkled a little. "And...you do smirk a bit much."

He looked at her in an expression of mock horror. "But this is a Lazarov trademark!" he protested. "Passed down our family line for generations!" He straightened his posture and gave a low bow, crossing his left arm across his chest and offering his right arm towards the paladin. "I daresay I must challenge you to a duel for my family's honour. Seeing as how none are watching." His eyes danced mischievously. "Though bear in mind that it's been some time since I've had to dance. Years, even. I sensed that you wished for the opportunity while we were at the ball, but I could not humiliate myself in such a fashion. Not in public, anyway."

Roen did not answer immediately, instead she spun from him and took a few more steps into the grove. She tossed aside her shoes, preferring the bare feet to lightly press upon the moist grass. When she turned back to the pirate, it was with a quick spin, to send her dress flaring outwards. She had a beaming smile. "Challenge of a duel. I accept."

She approached him and placed her hand upon his, their palms lightly touching. "I did want to dance. But I would not have you do something you did not want to." She canted her head. "You had begrudgingly agreed to coming to the Ball after all."

"I would like it to go on record that it is only because going in public carries a distinct danger. Let it never be said that I do nothing for you, hm?" His teasing grin was only a small warning to him gasping her offered hand and sweeping her body close to his. "Is a waltz acceptable? I am afraid those are the only steps I have memorised."

Roen almost let out a small laughter of surprise, but she stepped into his hold nimbly. She nodded, her expression warm, perhaps her cheeks even more so. "I did not know you knew the waltz."

Nero began to move, placing his right arm around the small of her back and firmly grasping her left hand. His steps were unsteady but practised. His steps were calm and slow, not very much like the energy that the style usually demanded, and he gently turned with her as they moved through the grove.

"It was for a Gridanian soiree. A business partner insisted I make an attendance, and he was not one you said no to." His mouth twisted into a wry smile. "Have you any idea how difficult it is to find dance instructors in Limsa Lominsa on such short notice? Perhaps it is lucky I did not learn to dance like a courtesan."

"Mm." Her steps matched his with ease , her dress whispering quietly over the soft grass. "Did you sweep someone else off their feet?"

"Sadly, no. I am not entirely sure what happened, but spirits were served and the last thing I remember is being told to put the confectionary tray down and leave the premises." A small chuckle accompanied the memory. "The rest, as they say, is history." His movements were becoming more fluid as he seemingly gained more confidence. "Coincidentally, it is there that I gained my distaste of doublets as well."

There was only the quiet rustling of the leaves, the whispering babble of a stream, and a choir of crickets, but they all sounded like music to her ears as the two of them glided in small circles through the clear copse. She wondered if he could see how warm her cheeks felt. She was silently grateful for the cool forest air. "I am glad that you did not choose to repeat that particular performance, this eve."

"And risk embarrassing you, my dear? Not a chance." He stopped abruptly in his movement and, still grasping her arm and the small of her back, bent low. He paused as he held her easily, almost parallel with the ground. His icy-blue eyes held a twinkle of amusement. "Moonlight suits you. I was not aware."

Roen let out an unexpected gasp of laughter at the dip, then she pressed her lips together again as if to quell it. "You are not a bad dancer. Better than you give yourself credit for."

"Do not give me so much credit. This is the only dance I know, and I must say that I find the movements dreadfully boring. It is nothing but spinning." He pulled her up and again held her body close to his. "If there is more to the act, I do not know it."

Her grey eyes darted between his, as if seeing him in a brand new light. As they stood again, she glanced to their joined hand. "It is not just about the steps. It is... it is about the movement of two people as one. Each one can shine in turn and yet the two never part. Then they unite again to move together once more. It is meant to be a delicate art."

Nero grinned. "Care to demonstrate?"

Roen smiled brightly. She pulled back slightly, slipping out of his hold, but their hand remained joined as she stepped across from him into a graceful spin. She stepped towards him again, but to his backside, their tentative hold remaining ever entwined.

Nero did not move much though he continued to hold her hand. "I hope you are not expecting me to improvise. I would rather not inflict any injuries tonight, hm?"

She looked at him over her shoulder. "There are many ways to move, together and yet separate." This time with their hands held high, she spun around him, coming to face him chest to chest. The billow of her dress wrapped around her legs. "Why Mister Lazarov, you dare lose to me in this duel?"

"Admittedly, this is one thing I would not necessarily mind losing in. Though I will endeavour to provide a challenge." He took hold of her and their rotary began again. In the middle of one rotation, he released his right hand from the small of her back, allowing her to extend.

"Do take care that I am improvising now, and I take no responsibility," he said, grinning. "This is not my forte, you realise."

Roen spun once, her free hand extending behind her, before she stepped back towards him. "And if you lose this duel, what do I gain with my victory?"

"A cookie in an amusing shape is all I can promise," he returned. "Though, be aware that I may play dirty. Like this." He began taking her in circles again, but just as abruptly as he started, he planted a foot behind her heel, tripping her, and back she went. He of course followed suit, though he nimbly took care to spin as they both fell, placing his body beneath hers as they tumbled onto the soft grass.

Roen let out a surprised yelp, followed by a laugh as she landed on top of him. Nero sounded somewhat breathless, although he still maintained his smirk, as ever. "We can call this a draw, hm?"

Her auburn locks fell loose and around his face. She wrinkled her nose but her lips were still curled in a smile. "You cheat!" She lightly tapped his chest with a fist.

"Pirate, remember?" The statement was punctuated with a light and sudden kiss to the side of her face. "You would do well to remember that." His breathing steadied as he lay in the grass, his loose shirt not offering much resistance to the soothing sensation of the cool grass. He stared up at the brilliant moon and the stars above. "Starlight Ball. An apt name for it, I suppose."

What mischief she held for him quickly faded with that kiss. Her cheeks felt warm again, even though she had felt his lips before. She sighed softly and slid onto the grass next to him. "This...is nice," she said softly.

"Daegsatz would have never believed it," she murmured after a pause. "That you would dance with me under the starlight." There was a quiet inhale as she fought off any melancholy that threatened to descend. She pursed her lips stubbornly. "He actually dared me to teach you."

Nero let out a soft snort. "I suppose he's busy writing me an invoice for all of the gil I owe him now. Well, let it never be said that I am not full of surprises." He turned his head slightly, looking at her. "Though, keep this to yourself, hm? My reputation would be ruined otherwise."

She turned to lay on her side, her head propped against her hand. "It is good to see you smile," she admitted quietly as she regarded him. "I daresay you do not do it often enough. It suits you."

"If I smiled too often, then they would cease to become special.” He spun his body to face her briefly before reaching an arm over her and rather forcefully rolling her atop him, tucking her head in towards his neck. She had caught for an instant that his expression had grown somber, just as he hid his face from hers with the gesture. "And I can't have that now, can I?"

Roen yelped again, but remained where she laid, crossing her arms and resting her chin against his collarbone. Her breath was soft against his neck. "You do not give yourself enough credit. You hold much in reserve." She turned her head slightly, her nose lightly brushing against his cheek. "I believe I know you, a little." There was a smile behind those words.

Nero fell to silence, merely staring up at the canopy of light that was the night sky. His left arm had reached around her and his thumb idly stroked her cheek, half in affection and half in contemplation. Then suddenly he pulled her up closer towards him and kissed her lips, almost forcefully so. He held her head to his for a long time before releasing her, his breath finally escaping him, drifting warmly past her lips and cheek.

"This was....an invitation to forget our troubles, no?" He kissed her again. "Then let us forget our troubles."

The shirt still held his scent.

Roen laid on the bed, one arm covering her eyes. She felt the single streak of moisture that had left its trail upon her cheek. Two years, and it still hurt. It no longer paralyzed her as it used to, but such thoughts of him still rekindled that deep ache within her chest.

She remained on that bed for awhile longer, as the ocean winds rolled in, and the distant cry of seagulls filled the air.

#FFXIV RP #Roen Deneith #Nero Lazarov #RP post #This was one of my favorite scenes #but there was so many #maybe last of the remembrances

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dragonandtiger · 8 years ago

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Digimon 00 - Fragments - 20

“It’s been quite some time since we’ve had a gathering of this magnitude.”

The elderly-sounding voice echoed through the massive stairwell, with its golden staircase spiraling downwards deep underground. Leading the way was an equally elderly looking man, the same man that had appeared on the computer screen before Ken and Wormmon. He bore a fuzzy gray mustache and matching top-knot ponytail, otherwise completely bald, and wore a thick dark purple coat with red trim and shoulder pads complete with matching gloves and boots.

The human-looking Digimon led the way down the stairwell, with Jijimon and Babamon following after him. After them came the three human children - Keiko, Ryo, and Ken - and their Digimon entourage of Wormmon, Nyamon, and Leomon. Bringing up the back, showing decidedly less wonder and awe than the children and partners, were FlaWizarmon and Witchmon.

“You got that right,” Jijimon said with a sniff. “Those stuffed shirts don’t usually drop by the Temple of Miracles, unless they gotta vote on somethin’.”

“Stuffed shirts?” Ryo repeated, perplexed. “But aren’t Narakumon and Tenraimon in charge? Why is there a vote for anything?”

Babamon lightly rapped her broom on the floor. “The gods have enough to keep them busy supporting all of existence without having to micromanage every last detail about our world and yours. That’s why they have subordinates and a hierarchy of important Digimon to handle specific aspects.”

“I reckon you could say they’re the bureaucrat to your emperor or president or king, or however that works in yer world,” FlaWizarmon said as he laced his fingers behind his head.

Ryo blinked slowly as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I guess that’s true.”

“An’ like true bureaucrats, they can’t even agree on how to wipe their own asses, let alone how to take care of the Digital World,” Jijimon said. “So if there’s somethin’ that affects more than just their appointed area, the Holy Beasts hold a vote - majority rules.”

“Keeps it nice and fair, y’see,” FlaWizarmon said, with a wink.

“But what are they voting on?” Ken asked as he turned to look at FlaWizarmon.

“What else?” FlaWizarmon said with an easygoing smile and a shrug. “What to do about Chimeramon.”

“As I explained before,” Gennai said, with a shake of his head. “Chimeramon has returned in full force, going far beyond just a petty small-time thug in his single fortress with a few scattered minions. His might now threatens the entire Digital World.”

“But… how did it happen so fast?” Ken asked, somewhat mystified. “We just defeated him several hours ago!”

“It may have seemed like several hours to you, but months have passed in the Digital World,” Keiko said, her expression grim. “More than enough time for him to rebuild his forces.”

Ryo grimaced. “Oh, that’s right. The time difference. One minute in our world is one day here. We were gone, what, about five hours? So that means at least 300 days… or close to a year.”

“He is a very determined foe, I will give him that,” Leomon said, with a grunt. “To recover so quickly and rebuild his army after detonating himself…”

“That wasn’t really him,” Nyamon said, her ears canted back. “It was a decoy. He never went to the Dark World.”

Leomon jerked and turned to stare at the smaller feline Digimon. “What?”

“Narakumon had been specifically waiting for him in the Dark World,” Nyamon said. “He never arrived.”

“He musta been usin’ somethin’ or someone like a puppet,” FlaWizarmon said, with a grunt. “So of course he didn’t care about blowin’ it up.”

Leomon stared at Nyamon in silence before anger twisted his face. “So that coward was never in harm’s way.”

“Yet,” Keiko growled.

Ryo and Ken both stared at Keiko before they turned to look at each other, wordlessly.

Leomon let out a low growl himself. “It must have been like when I was controlled by Devimon… but how?”

Ken gave a start at that and turned to Leomon. “Devimon?!”

“Wait, what!?” Ryo echoed his own shock, nearly stumbling on the stairs.

“It has to be related,” Nyamon said. “It was fairly coincidental that Devimon showed up when he did. He must have a connection to ‘Chimeramon’, who granted him the power to possess you.”

“That bastard,” Leomon grunted.

“Wait, wait, wait!” Ken yelped as he turned to face Leomon, coming to an abrupt stop. “What does that mean!?”

“Back up a second!” Ryo said as he joined Ken, hurrying in front of the tall lion to stop his descent. “What’s this about you and Devimon?!”

Leomon paused before his expression grew grave, and rather shame-faced. “A lot has happened while you were gone.”

“Which the time distortion acting up again didn’t help,” Nyamon said as she flicked her ear.

Ken glanced between Nyamon and Leomon, helplessly. “S-so Devimon… came back?”

“It’s the nature of the beast, Ken-chan,” FlaWizarmon said, with a shrug. “Don’t worry about it none. He’s already been dealt with, an’ sent right back to where he came from. It’ll be a little while more before he can start sniffin’ around again.”

Ken felt a chill at that, which prompted him to hug Wormmon tightly to his chest. “So you… were you the one to beat him?”

“No,” Leomon said, gravely. “He put me under some form of mind control… and had me attack the Chosen Children that had just arrived in our world. They are the ones who defeated him.”

Ryo perked up at that. “More Chosen Children?!”

“Yup!” FlaWizarmon said as he flashed Ryo a grin. “Quite a shock, huh? Turns out that seven of the kidnapped eggs had wound up on File Island of all places, and called their Chosen to ‘em! Who’d a thought?”

Ryo felt a rush of hope at that and he tentatively glanced towards FlaWizarmon and Witchmon. However, as quickly as the hope had been born, logic came in to dash it. “...And my partner wasn’t…?” While he didn’t want to dismiss it entirely, he knew that if his partner had been among the seven, they would have brought him. And with the only new Digimon among the group being the elderly Gennai, Ryo knew his hope was dead before he had even voiced the thought.

FlaWizarmon paused before he grimaced and pulled the brim of his hat down. “‘m sorry.”

“I-it’s fine,” Ryo said, with a weak smile. “I mean, the fact that they were able to find their partners means it’s only a matter of time before I find mine, right? I just… have to be patient.”

Witchmon smiled sadly at the Chosen of Miracles. “That’s right, dearie. And we’ll help you every step of the way.”

The rest of the trip downward was somber, the mood thoroughly diminished. The group continued in silence until they finally reached the bottom floor, the stairwell immediately opened in to a massive hallway that completely dwarfed anything the children had seen up until that point. While one end stretched outward before cutting off abruptly in to a gaping hole overlooking the steep mountain tops and valleys beyond, the other end of the hallway connected to an equally massive set of golden doors, with the crest of Miracles front and center, with Light to the right of it and Darkness to the left.

“I-it’s so huge,” Ken whispered as he gaped upwards at the door.

“‘Course it is,” FlaWizarmon said, with a grin. “There ain’t no way he woulda been able to fit through it, otherwise!”

“He? He who?” Ryo asked.

“Lord Huanglongmon,” Jijimon said, his voice solemn.

Babamon agreed as she lowered her head. “You stand before the throne room of Lord Huanglongmon himself… dearly departed.”

“Lord Huanglongmon?” Ryo repeated, somewhat tentative.

“One of the three DigiGods that govern - or used ta govern - our world,” FlaWizarmon said, with a flick of his hand. “Narakumon, Tenraimon, an’ Huanglongmon. Case ya didn’t get the implication, Huanglongmon ain’t around no more - an’ he ain’t comin’ back.”

“His duties have been split between Narakumon, Tenraimon, and the Holy Beasts,” Witchmon said with a nod.

“But he’s a Digimon, isn’t he?” Ken asked, with wide eyes. “Can’t he just be reborn?”

“Unlike most Digimon, who are either vaccines, viruses, or data types, the DigiGods are programs,” Gennai said as he glanced back at the human children. “They weren’t designed to die.”

“Programs?” Ryo repeated, slowly.

“To put it in terms you humans are probably more familiar with, imagine the Digital World as a computer system,” Gennai said as he turned to face the children, gesturing a circular motion with with his hands. “Narakumon is the delete key and recycle bin, as he allows you to purge or uninstall files off the system. Tenraimon would be the installation process and restore function, as she has the ability to create new files, retrieve previously deleted files, and install new programs. Huanglongmon… was the computer itself.”

“The computer… itself?” Ken repeated.

Ryo’s eyebrows shot straight up. “You mean the operating system!?”

Gennai nodded. “Yes. While other smaller programs such as myself can die with only minor consequences, the three Digi-Gods are vital for our world to continue functioning properly.”

“So… what happened when Huanglongmon…?” Ryo asked tentatively, trailing off as he couldn’t bring himself to say the words. Thanks to having a computer programmer for a father, he was able to follow the conversation far better than most children his age. Unfortunately, what his experience told him made him very anxious about what the answer to his question would be.

“Bad crap, kid,” Jijimon said. “Very bad crap.” The elder Digimon then tapped his staff against the ground. “But that ain’t neither here nor there nor anywhere! Narakumon and Tenraimon did what they hadda to, an’ are gonna keep doin’ what they gotta do to make sure our world keeps goin’ strong. So why don’t you all stop worryin’ about the past and instead focus on the present, like kicking Chimeramon’s ass for real this time?”

“I agree,” Gennai said, cheerfully. The elderly Digimon clapped his hands together before throwing them forward, palms outstretched, towards the massive door.

The doors gave a thunderous rumble before they began to open seemingly by themselves, slowly creeping open. As the doors moved, they gradually gave the human children a view of the gaudiest, most decadent throne room any of them had ever seen. Gold trimmed every inch of the white room, glistening blindingly in the light. Draconian statues made of the precious metal, covered in jewels, lined the walls as they lead the eye to an enormous golden throne that took up most of the room, a monument of authority and excess.

The throne was pointedly empty, it’s purple and golden studded upholstery completely unused. Four large Digimon stood beside the throne, watching the human children and their entourage as they entered the throne room like ants walking through a canyon.

The Digimon in question were unfamiliar to Ryo and Ken, though that was to be expected. One was a serpentine blue dragon that seemed to be made out of clouds held together by chains, who looked at the chosen children with genuine curiosity. The second was a white tiger with a piercing stare and armaments befitting a general, his expression completely neutral without even a hint of his innermost thoughts. The third was a tan dual-headed turtle with dark brown face markings and shell, a tree growing straight out of his back. While he appeared somewhat jovial, the turtle could not hide his anxious fidgets, turning his attention from the humans, to the children, and back as he shifted weight between his feet like an uneasy child. The final Digimon was a multi-winged bird colored like blazing flames, red with yellow trim. His coloring matched the fierceness in his eyes as he looked at each of the Chosen in turn before focusing the majority of his intensity on the unflinching Keiko.

“Welcome, Chosen Children. It is good of you to come,” the serpentine Digimon said. “I am Qinglongmon, Holy Beast of the East.”

“I am Baihumon, Holy Beast of the West,” the tiger Digimon said. “I see you wasted no time in answering our summons. I approve.”

“Hello, hello, good to see you!” the turtle Digimon said, with surprising cheer. “I am Xuanwumon, Holy Beast of the North! I see you’ve even brought Lady Keiko! How nice!”

“I noticed as well,” the bird said, narrowing his four eyes at once. “I do not recall inviting you in to our lord’s sacred throne room.”

Keiko picked some dirt out from underneath her fingernails rather than bother meeting the murder in Zhuqiaomon’s gaze.

“Now, now, Zhuqiaomon,” Qinglongmon said, chidingly. “There is no reason to exclude Lady Keiko, or her entourage. They are, after all, servants of Lord Narakumon.”

“Which should be reason enough,” Zhuqiaomon said, his two left eyes glancing to the serpent while the others remained focused on Keiko.

Keiko glanced over at Ken and cupped her hand around his ear, as though she was going to whisper to him even though her voice didn’t lower in the slightest. “Darkness overpowers Miracles, so Zhuqiaomon is terrified of upsetting Narakumon.”

Zhuqiaomon’s eyes glowed as his feathers rustled with flames. “Don’t you mock me by pretending your power rivals mine in the slightest!”

“Enough,” Baihumon said with a snort. “Rejecting valuable allies out of pettiness leads only to failure - and death. If you wish to engage in such foolishness, you are welcome to it, but do it in your own lands - and on your own time.”

“...As you say,” Zhuqiaomon said, looking away.

“Um,” Ken murmured softly, his eyes wide. “What was that about?”

“Politics,” FlaWizarmon said, in a whisper that didn’t try too hard to be one. “Like I said, bureaucrats.”

“Also,” Keiko whispered, “he’s still sore from when I punched him in the beak.”

Ryo gawked at Keiko after taking a quick glance at the Holy Beasts, who all were as big as buildings. “You what?”

Keiko shrugged, her expression innocent. “He hates humans, and I don’t take kindly to being threatened.”

“And he didn’t take kindly to being reminded that Keiko can and will stand up to him,” Nyamon said, with a sly smirk. “Sore beak, sore loser.”

Witchmon gave a sharp-toothed smile towards the Chosen of Darkness. “Of course Lady Keiko knows better than to provoke him when there’s work to be done. Isn’t that right, dearie?”

“I haven’t said a word to Zhuqiaomon yet,” Keiko said sweetly as she pressed her fingertips together.

“Not - a - word,” Nyamon agreed, just as sweetly.

“True ‘nuff!” FlaWizarmon said, with a chuckle.

“We have called you here with regards to Chimeramon,” Qinglongmon said as he turned to face the Chosen Children. “And we ask for your help in defeating him, as you have done so in the past.”

“As temporary as it was,” Zhuqiaomon said, with a hint of snideness in his voice.

“All Digimon deaths are temporary,” Baihumon said, blandly. “In this case, he simply didn’t learn the error of his ways and now seeks to challenge us… and appears capable of gaining equal footing, if left alone to his own devices.”

“Which is pretty alarming, in and of itself!” Xuanwumon said as he shook both of his heads. “The fact that he can grow so strong, so quickly… he’s a rather talented little Digimon!”

“Talented or not, he must be dealt with,” Baihumon said. “And you seem to be in the best position to do so.”

“I agree,” Keiko said as she raised her hand, clenching it into a fist

“He may think he’s impressin’ everyone with his lil’ dog and pony show,” FlaWizarmon said as he pulled down the brim of his hat. “But all he’s doin’ is advertisin’ his serious need of an ass whoopin’.”

Ryo looked from the giant Digimon before him to his friends, especially little Ken. He barely managed to stifle his grimace until he turned away. “I know we fought Chimeramon before, but how’re we supposed to defeat him for real if we can’t even find out who he really is?”

“What do you mean?” Qinglongmon asked, curiously.

“Chimeramon was a puppet,” Keiko said as she cocked her head slightly. “What was in that castle wasn’t a real Digimon, but something similar being controlled by the real Chimeramon, if that’s even what he really is called.”

Qinglongmon’s brow shot up before he turned to look at Baihumon, whose own brow creased in thought. “Is that so…”

“Powers such as that…,” Baihumon said, slowly. “Until this moment, I would have considered it impossible - unthinkable.”

“Too bad it isn’t,” Keiko said as she held her hands out in an incomplete shrug.

“Well!” Xuanwumon said. “That’s certainly… interesting news!”

Zhuqiaomon narrowed his eyes as he stared at Keiko, then turned his attention to the rest of the Holy Beasts. “It could be a lie.”

“Lies that can easily be disproven are pointless,” Baihumon said with a flick of his ear. He then turned his attention down to Keiko and the other humans. “If what you say is true, Chosen Children, then we will be able to assist you,” The tiger turned to Gennai. “Gennai.”

“I will look in to it right away,” Gennai said, with a nod. “And see if I can come up with a way that’ll allow us to sever his connection - or, better yet, use it to track him and discover his current location and identity.”

“In the meantime, please continue as you normally would,” Qinglongmon said. “Containing his expanding empire will be the first priority while we wait for Gennai to find a way to neutralize this strange ability of his.”

Ryo rubbed the back of his neck as he rubbed the back of his leg with the top of his foot, wondering why they were there for this meeting at all. “I guess we’ll… keep beating up Chimeramon’s goons?”

“Sounds good to me,” Nyamon said as she crossed her arms.

“Yep, business as usual!” FlaWizarmon said with great cheer. He then glanced towards Keiko, his expression thoughtful. “An’ if that’s the case, we may wanna add a bit more to Ken-chan’s arsenal… besides Mister Sparky, I mean.”

“Huh?” Ken looked up at that, blinking. “Do you mean more training?”

“Nooot quite, dearie,” Witchmon said, clapping her hands together.

Keiko inclined her head towards FlaWizarmon and Witchmon, an excited gleam sparking like flame in her eyes. “Are we going to get Ken and Ryo’s Digimentals?”

“Yep~!” FlaWizarmon said, cheerfully. “If this is gonna be a longer fight than before, it wouldn’t hurt to have an extra boost, dontcha know~! We can pick up Miracles on our way out, then hit ol’ Xuanwumon’s temple to get Kindness~!”

Xuanwumon paused at that, his eyes widening. “Ah, well… I don’t think that’ll be necessary.”

Keiko snapped her head around, her blazing red eyes fixed on Xuanwumon as her mouth pursed in a displeased curve. “We think it’s necessary to get one of our Digimentals, and we are the ones who’ll be fighting Chimeramon.”

Xuanwumon paused at that before he began to perspire. His eyes began to shift about the room, focusing on the other Holy Beasts rather than on Keiko. “Er, well, I mean… it’s a rather long trip to my temple, and I’m really not set up for visitors… quite a mess, you see… leaves everywhere...”

Keiko took a menacing step towards Xuanwumon, back rigid and fists clenched, unflinching at the fact that the Holy Beast was easily ten times her size. “You think some leaves would stop us from getting something that belongs to Ken?”

“I-it’s alright,” Ken said, his voice soft. “I… I don’t want to be a bother-”

“No, hon, it’s not alright,” Witchmon said, with a smile.

“It’s your Digimental, an’ you have a right to it.” FlaWizarmon agreed.

“Well, it’s just…,” Xuanwumon trailed off for a moment. “He’s a Chosen aligned with Light, and they’re naturally weak anyway, so it’s not like it’ll do him much good-”

The word ‘weak’ had a dual reaction - at the same time it made Ken wince as if physically struck, it twisted Keiko’s expression from displeased and suspicious to fury. In a streak of black she closed the distance between her and Xuanwumon, launching a fist upward to the underside of one of his turtle heads. Although it was too high for her to reach, her aura of pure Darkness went further than the limitations of her body and silenced the Holy Beast as it struck the underside of his jaw.

To the stunned amazement of onlookers, Xuanwumon was sent flying into the air end over end until he hit the ridiculously high ceiling of the temple and came crashing back onto the floor upside-down with the sound of crunching branches and leaves.

Ken wordlessly gaped at the uprooted Holy Beast, shock quickly replacing the pain on his face. It was an expression mirrored on not only Ryo’s face but Leomon’s as well.

“S-she just…” Leomon murmured.

“W-wow…” Wormmon said, softly.

“He asked for it,” Jijimon said with a sniff. “Don’t talk trash, don’t get trashed. That’s what I’m talkin’ about!”

Baihumon blandly watched Xuanwumon struggle to right himself, feet flailing in the air while suspended by his own tree. “Light is not weak - it simply must work harder to reach its full potential. They are just as capable of incredible strength as Darkness or Miracles. The fact that they must work order to achieve what comes more easily to the others is not a failing in and of itself.”

Qinglongmon stared with wide eyes at his fellow Holy Beast’s plight for a moment, until Xuanwumon flopped over onto his side to regain enough purchase to wobbily squat on the ground, before the dragon Digimon addressed Keiko as she walked back to her friends. “Chosen Child, was that truly necessary?”

Keiko glanced back over her shoulder at the massive dragon, her lip still curled in a displeased frown. “No one insults Ken-chan.”

Zhuqiaomon looked about ready to explode, rage blazing in his eyes. However, despite the intense emotion causing his entire body to quake, he managed to keep his voice even. “Well. If you’re done, leave. We have our own business to attend to, and so do you.”

Keiko didn’t so much as glance in Zhuqiaomon’s direction, instead focused solely on Ken as she approached him, placing the hand she just used to punch such a massive Digimon gently on her friend’s shoulder. “Ready to get your Digimental, Ken-chan?” she asked brightly with a sweet smile.

“I…” Ken hesitated before he gave a small, tentative nod. “O-okay.”

“Don’t worry, Ken-chan,” FlaWizarmon said. “It’s all good~!”

Witchmon winked with a friendly razor-tipped smile. “Digimentals are pretty fun when you’ve got a bunch of them.”

“Well, then,” Gennai said as he turned to the Chosen Children. “Shall we go? We have our work cut out for us.”

Keiko nodded at that before she turned her backs to the Holy Beasts, with the others following suit as they made their way towards the massive doorway that awaited them.

Baihumon watched as the Chosen Children and their entourage left, his expression as unreadable as always. It wasn’t until the mighty doors closed that he finally lowered his gaze, letting out a low rumble. “A puppet, you say…”

“As I said, it could be a lie,” Zhuqiaomon said, narrowing his eyes. “One spun by her wretched master, to try and make himself seem necessary.”

“He is necessary,” Qinglongmon said, with a shake of his head. “He’d have no reason to lie about this.”

“Unless he’s the reason for this threat in the first place!” Zhuqiaomon said, with a growl. “And he’s trying to clean up his mess! You can’t deny that’s a possibility! Especially when the powers this ‘Chimeramon’ sound like that of a god!”

“Yes, they do,” Baihumon agreed, slowly. “And it is entirely possible that Narakumon is at fault for our current situation.”

“You see!?” Zhuqiaomon practically crowed. “We should stop engaging in such foolishness and focus more on neutralizing his influence in this world, starting with-”

“But not directly,” Baihumon interrupted, his ears canting back. “He might not be at fault for our current issues - merely the architect of them.”

“What?” Xuanwumon asked, blinking both heads. “What do you mean?”

“Those powers… while clearly divine, they do not fit the sort that either Narakumon or Tenraimon are capable of,” Baihumon growled.

“But if not them, then who-” Xuanwumon began before he stopped as all his eyes widened in realization. “-Oh. Oh. Oh my.”

All of the Holy Beasts were at attention now, as a single Digimon held their attention down to their very data. None of them could forget their true master.

“...What did that bastard do.” Zhuqiaomon said, with a low growl.

“There’s no proof that he has done anything,” Qinglongmon said. “Only theories.”

“Then what if this is their doing?” Zhuqiaomon spat, his wings slashing at the air around him, leaving behind streaks of fire. “Those selfish, cruel humans coveting the power of gods for their own, blindly meddling in things they don’t understand and damning our world and even theirs! If it wasn’t for them, our world wouldn’t be tainted by their presence!”

“If only those damn humans never came here,” Xuanwumon muttered, the very land vibrating around him with his words. “Then we would have no Dark Ocean, no Chosen Children, and our lord… then Lord Huanglongmon…”

The name alone awakened a pain carved so deep that not even centuries could heal, silencing even the most vocal of the Holy Beast for a moment that stretched on far too long.

“We don’t know,” Baihumon finally said, breaking the dark silence with a solemn voice. “And I doubt that he would admit to anything, if asked.”

“Which is why we should focus more on handling the situation at hand,” Qinglongmon said. “Once that’s been taken care of, then… we can focus on other issues.”

“I’m going to hold you to that.” Zhuqiaomon said, his voice low and menacing.

#Dreaming To Reality #digimon adventure 02 #digimon #digimon adventure #Fragments

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emalynde · 8 years ago

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D&D Soap Opera Synopsis 9/10 prequel ft. Arkhein & the DM

((As I’m sure you guys have figured out, my elf boyfriend NPCs are written by our wonderful DM, who also happens to be my husband, Merlon. This RP gem includes the amazing writing of my partner-in-crime https://arkhein.tumblr.com/, who plays Adryssa. Check back here if you need help sorting out the characters: http://emalynde.tumblr.com/post/152820810771/dd-soap-opera-synopses AND http://emalynde.tumblr.com/post/156271641901/new-elf-boyfriend-campaign-character-the-oc-of. Emalynde is disguised as Ilayne, since she’s flit off to Nexus without Thalandril knowing to stir up trouble.)) The cantina of the guild hall was teeming with jubilation and excitement as entire teams of adventurers had returned from their jobs. Creatures of all colors, sizes, and species roamed about the room, enjoying the comradery that they had missed while away. Some had taken up instruments and were playing battle-songs of their exploits. Songs of romance, danger and treasure also rang throughout the hall as skilled musicians put tall tales to the test.

Savid had insisted that he and Ilayne spend breakfast at the cantina--after having spent yesterday practically bed-bound--watching people and things go by. The silver-haired elf had never seen the vast majority of these creatures before, and so was engrossed in watching and learning about them, a penchant the dusk elf was well-aware of. They had procured a decently large, round table early on in the festivities so that the remainder of their group could accumulate at the table as each awoke. Kasimir, Chelyse, Adryssa, Dak, and Kyr were all eventually shuffled into the seating around the table by the enormous elf as they slowly emerged from their slumber. Even the angel Gabriel decided to grace them with his presence. Upon spending hours eating and drinking--as Savid does, he leaned in to talk to the group in a semi-hushed, semi-yelling tone of voice that he so loved to use when talking about secret plans.

"Savid remembers that we have plans this evening for the Ball we have decided to infiltrate, yes?" He looks around at the table, his compatriots half full with food as he interrupted what was until then a silent period of feasting. "Savid feels....that taking a partner would be the best course of action, as it would add to the truth of who we are attempting to be!" The towering elf stood up and pushed his chair backwards, slamming it accidently against the hind legs of a large, mantis-looking creature that returned the shove with a clattering of its mandibles. Savid was not sure if it was angry or attempting a mating call, so--with a shrug--he continued, proceeding to bend onto one knee in front of the lovely Ilayne. "Savid would like to know if he could grace you with his presence at a Ball as your partner for the evening." He hit her with his full, beaming grin, one that would be cheesy on anyone else, but he truly thought it was as effective as the rest of him.

The notion of a ball causes the elf with hair like starlight to lift a single, intrigued eyebrow. She was quite versed in such affairs within the bounds of Evermeet, but the kind of party -this- town might throw… a smirk curls the corners of her lips at the very thought. Not familiar with the group’s plans for the evening (as far as the cult is concerned), Emalynde/Ilayne bit at her bottom lip in anticipation. Not only would this be a perfect opportunity to people-watch, but it would also be her last evening here in Nexus and a suitable send-off. Savid was a charming companion, if a bit… dull intellectually. He could not play the Game with her, but such a thing was not a requirement for dalliances of this sort. Even so, Jhanys would be positively beside herself with jealousy, a thought that brings a broader span to the smirk that hovered atop the freckled elf’s mouth. The enchantress homes back into the conversation as Savid kneels before her. Being unfamiliar with the rather human gesture, her head cants to the side in curiosity, spilling several curls the color of mithril over one shoulder. Even on one knee, the hulking elf was taller than her seated figure, forcing Emalynde/Ilayne to look up to flash both a winsome and flattered smile at Savid as she understood his intention. “I would be honored,” she responds in silken tones that constantly skirted being coy. There was an almost constant playfulness about her person that perhaps gave the impression that the elf did not take many things seriously, although even Kasimir could not discount her intelligent gaze. She had even managed to impress him with her knowledge of the Astral Plane upon their first meeting. Shame the same could not be said of their private encounter. Chelyse turns to Kasimir and a look of affirmation passes between the pair. It did not need to be spoken that the golden elf and her darker consort would be attending the celebration in each other’s immediate company. They spent the vast majority of their time in such a manner as it was, even selecting an apartment within the guild hall together--sleeping/trancing and living in the same space. It was a sudden and abrupt shift in their relationship--as the group was well-aware thanks to Savid, but the quiet couple seemed very much enamored with one another.

The young paladin was thankful that Kasimir did not put on a show about the ordeal as Savid did, but the latter did have a penchant for the dramatic. And Savid seemed to be enjoying himself with the girl from Evermeet. Blushing slightly, the fey knight feels ashamed at how well-received and likable the priestess of Hanali was in comparison to herself. Chelyse couldn’t be charming if she tried--at least not like that. Ilayne’s easy, melodic laughter floats through the air at one of Savid’s jokes and Chelyse squeezes Kasimir’s hand--content, at least, in his companionship (not even knowing that he’d saved her from a rather petty gesture by the same elf the golden-haired girl was being slightly envious of). “Who will you take, then?” The gentle paladin inquires of her younger sister, turning to view the smaller, strikingly similar elf better across the table. Her intonations were kindly and soft, genuinely interested in making sure Adryssa had a companion for the evening if she so desired one. But the elven girl was also too obtuse to know whom the diviner fancied or was fond of. It was a gesture of care--for Chelyse, at least, who was admittedly trying to be sisterly to her sibling. Although that intention manifest in a myriad of ways--not all of which were necessarily welcome by (or helpful to) the youngest Dawnbloom.

Adryssa absent-mindedly sucked down her orange juice, using her straw like a pro and twirling it around with her tongue. Her mind was swirling with inventory reports, warehouse floor plans, artisan guild agreements, and business ledgers. So much had happened in the last few days. She was a legitimate business owner now. The city of Nexus considered her an actual adult. Soon, people would be relying on her for their livelihood. It was exciting and scary.

But what kept on pulling her out of her happiness zone was the incessant giggling of that bubble-brained little drow slut who was flirting with Savid across the table. Adryssa wasn't sure who the hell she was, or why she was at the table, but it was getting tiresome. Chelyse seemed to take in dark elves like some crazy cat lady. Adryssa had almost completely purged Savid from her heart - and now this.

Perhaps she was being unfair. The drow girl didn't seem to be all that stupid. And perhaps she hadn't even giggled *once*. But dammit, it seemed like everyone had somebody - except Adryssa. She took a breath and forced her gaze away from Savid. No, she had her business. She was going to throw herself into her work and forget about everything and everyone else. But suddenly Chelyse asked her about the ball.

"Take? Who . . ? The ball!" a look of panic spread across Adryssa's face. "That's tonight? I . . I don't have anyone to take! I don't even have anything to wear!" Adryssa suddenly felt like throwing up orange juice all over the table, her eyes wide, staring at Chelyse. Desperate, unable to form words, she mouthed 'Help me." Chelyse’s eyes widened in a reflection of the diviner’s panicked expression, feeling responsible for the shift in emotion and caring that Adryssa was distressed. In an effort to calm her sister, the fey knight spoke in gentle, reassuring tones--not even slightly condescending or ingenuine, “Do not fret. I am sure Kyr, Gabriel, or Dak would be happy to accompany you.” The smile that spanned the golden-haired elf’s lips was kindly, attempting to both comfort her younger sibling as well as help solve her dilemma. “Or, perhaps someone you’ve an eye on?” Emalynde/Ilayne smirks somewhat mischievously, clearly insinuating that Adryssa should choose the person for whom she had flirtatious feelings. While the remaining party members were just fine and dandy, a gnome, a human, or an angel might not be the little elf’s partner of choice. Not to mention Emalynde/Ilayne took every opportunity to subtly and expertly undermine Chelyse. The silvery elf tosses a wink at Adryssa, offering her a wide grin of reassurance--essentially trying to provide alternative (and likely more desirable) options. As well as to ease the smallest elf at the table’s worries. “Is there someone you fancy?” Her voice was lilting and melodic, resting her chin atop the platform created by the interlocked fingers of her hands. “Or someone you enjoy spending your evenings with?” Emalynde/Ilayne intentionally left her phrasing ambiguous so as to allow the listener to choose whether she was speaking of a dear friend or a lover. The smirk against her lips was coy and bemused, adding, “And fear not. We can always venture out to attain proper wardrobe for such an event. Savid tells me that you design attire. I assume, then, that I can depend on your tastes to be exquisite.” Glancing over to the giant dusk elf for effect, the enchantress’ silvered eyes slide back to Adryssa, “Seeing as what handiwork I have been privy to is dashing.”

Adryssa watched Chelyse's lips as her sister spoke. Once again, the paladin didn't seem to get the urgency or importance of Adryssa's mind-bogglingly horrible ordeal. This was the first chance for Adryssa to establish her brand - to show off her handiwork to an audience who would actually understand - and she was flubbing it horribly. "I . . yes . . . maybe . . ." she stumbled over her words.

Then the strange drow girl began to talk to her, but Adryssa realized she wasn't a drow at all. She hadn't been paying attention, instead having just looked at the back of the elf's head and assumed. And there was something else about her that she couldn't put her finger on. Something she wasn't quite used to. The girl was being nice to her. She was complimenting Adryssa and not treating her like she was an idiot or insane.

"Exquisite? " Adryssa said as a smile blossomed across her face, her whole body turning away from Chelyse towards the moon elf. "I do design attire. I do, I do. I just opened a boutique and set up my atelier. I'm in business! Dawnbloom Couture. I intend on having princesses and queens as my clientele one day! I've been really busy, and I'm sorry, because I kind of get the feeling that I should know who you are. Did we get introduced within the last few days, because my mind has been so busy with the business, I think I am becoming forgetful. You even kind of look familiar. Maybe I saw you at the Fairy Market in downtown Leuthilspar on Evermeet, buying a hazelnut butter pie for lunch from a little old lady with a green bonnet on a Thursday? I'm Adryssa Ellifayne Dawnbloom, by the way. Nice to meet you. You are so pretty."

"I . . ." Adryssa looked down at her empty orange juice glass. "I don't really have anyone. There is someone I'm interested in, but she's far too important and busy to be involved with someone like me. She's like, a superstar."

Emalynde/Ilayne smiled slightly as Adryssa turned her attention away from the young paladin, a semblance of triumph stirring in her chest. Kasimir had forbade any outright harm come to his insipid companion, but he had made no mention of the enchantress utilizing other, more subtle means to exact her ends. And it was unlikely anyone at the table was well-versed in the intricacies of vernacular and discourse enough to pick-up on the freckled elf’s small, deliberate blows to the fey knight’s esteem. Growing up in a convent full of women, Emalynde/Ilayne was far too skilled at the covert art of belittling, undermining, and discounting others--all veiled in friendly jest or other such antics. She had rarely made use of the skillset--it wasn’t really within her nature, but the doe-eyed elf grated on the courtesan like she’d never experienced before. The blonde had not only taken Thalandril away from her for a time (not that Ema had even been present to feel that effect), but--more importantly--she had hurt him. Chelyse had begun to part her lips in response to Adryssa, but Emalynde/Ilayne cuts her off--the action likely seemingly innocent and unintentional, given that they knew not who the elf with hair like starlight really was. Besides Kasimir, that is. Even the courtier was unaware that the dusk elf wizard knew--and had altered her memories to preserve that advantage. “Worry not,” she smiles enchantingly, “I have been in Nexus only three days now and have left my lodgings seldomly.” The silvery elf politely declines to elaborate.

At being complimented, Emalynde/Ilayne favors Adryssa with a winsome, gracious smile, nodding her head in thanks--a movement that causes the smaller curls about her face to bob slightly. “It is my pleasure... Adryssa, is it not?” It wasn’t much of a question, but simply elegantly posed as one in keeping with conversational paradigm. As the smaller of the golden elves deflates, the mithril-haired elf flashes a mischievous grin, “Now, that has yet to be determined. Come, the only way we shall find out is to ask.” ((thaaaaat’s a 30 persuasion ;D)) Without waiting for a response, Emalynde/Ilayne rises in a fluid, graceful motion, smoothing her dress against her thighs and hips to encourage the gown to hang correctly upon her slender frame. She was much more shapely than Chelyse--soft and curvaceous in all the place the gentle paladin was muscled and flat. It didn’t help that the moon elf was astoundingly lovely ((Appearance 21)), prettier even than the Aasimar. Casting a glance at the diviner over her shoulder, Emalynde/Ilayne’s lips bloom into that coy half-smirk of hers, beckoning Adryssa along for what the enchantress perceived as an adventure, “Shall we?”

Adryssa's gaze slowly moved from the orange juice glass to the moon elf. She didn't notice her sister begin to talk. She didn't notice much of anything else. This woman was speaking kindly to her, and it was something Adryssa craved.

"Three days in Nexus and you haven't been outside your room?" Adryssa's eye widened to the point where they crossed. "But here is so much to see here. So many wonderful sights. The architecture is just amazing and there is a floating forest and there are so many different types of sentient creatures it's like a smorgasbord of flesh!" She said, not realizing that the statement could be taken a myriad of ways.

"Oh, and yes, I'm Adryssa. It was Clarissa. But that's my human name. Adryssa is my elf name and since I'm an elf, that's my name now," she nodded repeatedly with a smile. The smile grew wider when the moon elf mentioned leaving.

"Oh yes, let's go! I should show you around along the way. I have a conveyance. It's a little cherry red Mephit 9000 XTC that goes faster than a gold dragon and banks better than a broom. The fire elemental at the core - I call her Petunia - is a speed-a-holic. Petunia literally SCREAMS around corners. The bucket seats, you just melt into them. They caress your whole body. And ermahgerd, the rumble. You can feel it deep down inside your . . . insides. I haven't taken anybody up in her yet. You could be the very first!"

Adryssa slipped functional, yet classy green goggles from her bag and arranged them around her eyes with a light snap. Then she followed along with the moon elf, completely ignoring everyone else at the table, including her sister. "By the way, I think I missed your name again. What was it?"

Emalynde/Ilayne clarifies, “Actually, I have been outside the guild hall--with Savid on the evening of my first day within Nexus, actually.” The silvery-tressed elf turns a fond smile toward the half-dressed barbarian, who was seated next to her once more. “We ventured to the circus so that I might marvel at all the varying races that comprise the population here. It really is rather fascinating that so many sorts of creatures can call this place home.” Almost absent-mindedly, the enchantress rests a palm against Savid’s forearm, a gesture of comfort and camaraderie--since she really didn’t know anyone else here. The fact she only spoke Elvish compounded that. “But I should be happy for a larger tour. This must be one of the flying wagons--yes?” Starting to move from the table after giving the remainder a nod of farewell, the freckled elf lifts a silvered brow at Adryssa’s inquiry before her expression shifts into a wide smile, “Ilayne. I am a priestess of Hanali back within Leuthilspar.”

Savid was caught off guard as the two young elves decided to move off. He had been following their conversation, but had enraptured himself in thoughts of what he was to wear at the ball. Realizing that the ladies were leaving, without him, he stood up and moved off after them. “Savid thinks it best if he came along. Two lovely ladies that you are, you would be lost without the guidance of Savid.” He starts to move up between the elven women, if allowed, and continues in a deep, knowing voice. “Savid is aware of all of the best shops, owners, and parts of town for this. Adryssa, you spend so much time working that Savid is not sure that you have seen some of the shops!” He puts an arm across both girls, one each if allowed, and moves them off in the same direction. “Plus, Savid will not be outdone. Savid thinks that matching outfits are in order, as you will match Savid.” His chisled features town to rather pointedly looks towards Ema/Ilayne, his expression displaying just how serious of an issue it was for the dusk elf; he truly appears to think that he needs to be the highlight of the duo. “Savid also thinks Adryssa has excellent taste, and could help pick out something spectacular for all of us.” His grin goes corner to corner as he enjoys the idea of a shopping spree with the girls.

Chelyse watches the trio move away, the silver-haired elf slipping happily beneath Savid’s arm and threading her own about his broad torso. Her expression was slightly troubled, as if the fey knight felt unsure of herself. The sight made her miss Aliera, the only real friend she had, and a subtle pang of remorse manifest that she could not relate to Adryssa so. Chelyse mourned the fact the pair was just so different that it compounded their familial relationship. Made it hard to communicate and share each other’s company. She turned an almost dejected visage to Kasimir, “Am I difficult to get along with?” she ventures in small, soft tones. It was quiet enough to not attract the attention of those seated at their table. “I… do not understand why the many dresses Adryssa possesses are not suitable. Or… why she cannot simply attend the ball with…” Blonde tresses shift forward as Chelyse looks at the table, her words trailing away. Perhaps it was exactly this lack of understanding that formed a rift between the youngest Dawnbloom siblings and made Chelyse not nearly as well-liked or enthralling as Ilayne. A sigh parts Chelyse’s lips. She usually didn’t care about such things; it was odd that she gave regard to her appearance and what others thought of her at all.

"The circus?" the be-goggled elf girl exclaimed. "How wonderful! Wasn't it just so exciting? So many different types of people. Not like back home at all, yanno, where if you have a slightly different eyebrow shape they consider you a different species. Oh, Savid may not have told you, but he's one of the best circus performers in the whole city." Adryssa nodded vigorously and winked at the towering dusk elf in a manner that she thought was secret, though looked like more like a four-year old's pantomime wink using the entire head, neck, and shoulders.

Adryssa led the two down several tall corridors until they reached an external foyer connected to a parking structure loaded with flying vehicles. She handed an invisible entity a red piece of paper, and the paper went aloft towards the parking areas. "Flying wagons! Yes. That's what I called them too. Here they call them SkyCoaches, which is kind of a boring name."

As they waited for the valet, Adryssa listened to the girl and learned her name and profession. "It's so good to meet you, Ilayne. And a priestess of Hanali, really? My friends Amkissra and Ghilanna from the Bonnalurie Tree were priestesses of Hanali as well! They said that the were 14th level Guzzlers. I'm not sure how the bureaucracy works in the church, but that always sounded pretty important. Fourteen whole levels. Oh, look! There is Petunia coming now!”

Adryssa pointed up at the bright red egg that was floating down towards them. When the convertible hot rod landed, she handed the invisible valet a coin and hopped into the long couch making up the front seat. "Ilayne, Savid, this is Petunia. Petunia this is Ilayne and Savid. Some say that the elementals that power these things are slaves. But not Petunia," Adryssa caressed the quilted dashboard. "Petunia LOVES being a flying wagon. And she LOVES going fast. And she LOVES to hear songs - the ruder and the more sexually explicit the better. I know that sounds weird, but she really, really does. It makes her purr sooo loud. So can you two help me sing to her?"

The enchantress happily sashayed beside Savid as the group of them headed toward this flying wagon of Adryssa’s. Everything was so unique and in contrast to the well-organized, uniform--although still quite beautiful--Leuthilspar. Silvered eyes gaze with open awe and curiosity, absorbing every bit of this adventure, her first foray outside of Evermeet. At the notion of Savid being a circus performer, Emalynde/Ilayne turns with admiring intrigue to her companion, but she was surprised to see a pout forming on his chiseled features. Somewhat puzzled, the courtesan watches Adryssa wink at the giant of an elf, who just seemed to pout more. The discussion became even more interesting as the diviner mentioned the only two wood or wild elves within the priestesses of Hanali. They were not at the temple much--preferring the outskirts of Leuthilspar, but she knew both. It took a hand raised to conceal her lips to staunch the giggle that threatened to escape. There was no such thing as levels within the ranks of Hanali’s priestesses, other than perhaps the standings of some courtesans who made a living from the profession rather than simply serving at the temple--of which Emalynde/Ilayne was one. The silvery elf declined to tell the girl that the priestesses had been playing with her, though. The timing of the crimson contraption’s arrival was perfect--rescuing Emalynde/Ilayne from any moral obligation toward the truth. Wonder sparkled in her eyes at the vehicle, cautiously climbing aboard and slipping onto the middle section of the long cushion suspended across the flying wagon’s width, Savid following along behind her. The enchantress laughs outright, the sound melodic and bemused, at the notion that the car required her to sing. Never one to not flaunt her own talents, the silvery-tressed elf shook her curls out behind her, straightening to better utilize her diaphragm as Savid lazily rested his arm along the back of their seat behind her. The elf with hair like starlight begins a mournful melody, hauntingly beautiful, about seeking solace in the arms of numerous lovers after the loss of a true love. It was explicit, in a way, but mostly heart-wrenching, the sort of ballad that reached into the soul and made one weep. ((She’s actually trained in singing, so she rolled a 21))

The diviner listened in amazement at Ilayne's song, mouthing the words quietly, trying to commit them to memory. She stroked the dashboard to the rhythm, and the light rumbling sound grew louder and louder down in the depths of the vehicle. By the time Ilayne's song was over, Petunia sounded like a two ton metallic cat with an elephant full of cat-nip. "By Sehanine, Ilayne, listen to that purr! You've got her going louder than I've ever heard. And smoother! That raspy, grating sound in the back of her ventricular manifold is even gone. Hot damn, she's gonna go faster than EVAR today!"

Adryssa began flipping switches all along the dashboard, turning knobs, priming pumps, and poking buttons. "Guys, the couch is going to grab you in the privates, but that's okay. It's how Petunia will keep you from flying out of the vehicle." A high whine started in the huge, red, steaming kettle behind them. "Come on Petunia. Keep it up. That's a good girl," Adryssa strapped a leather cap to her head, matching the goggles. "At some point during the trip you may feel dizzy, nauseous, or like you are about to die. That's normal," she began to yell over the noise. "See all of these instruments on the dash? Most of them emit magic to keep us alive. But even if something goes wrong, Petunia explodes, and I burn to death, my corpse is going to float gently downward for a while, so grab on to one of my arms or legs and ride me until someone can rescue you. Okay?"

A big red flashing button, the kind that looks like a button you should never press, was mashed under Adryssa's thumb. Petunia rocketed forward, leaving a trail of fire blazing through the parking structure. "Yeehaw!" the elf cheered as Ilayne and Savid were slammed backwards by the force of acceleration. They sunk into the fabric of the couch - which suddenly felt like it was made of salt-water taffy - and were held immobile. Petunia raced through the air, twirling around other vehicles like they were standing still, and blasted up the sides of building in a mad dash, leaving nothing in their wake except people shaking their fists angrily and cursing them for being a public nuisance.

Adryssa climbed higher and higher, skipping off of the sides of buildings until Petunia hung in the sky, motionless, far above even the tallest tower. It was silent up here. Adryssa pulled off her leather cap and her golden hair fluttered in the light breeze. She looked downward and took in the entire city - the whole mass of color and light and little bitty moving things - all in one view. She then turned to her passengers - panting slightly, her eyes wide, her breath heavy, her cheeks flushed, and a huge smile on her face. "Petunia LOVES you, Ilayne. She's showing off for you!"

Emalynde/Ilayne lets the last note of her melody hang in the air, a final farewell to the tale and the emotions that were engendered as a result. The courtesan was forced to take a steadying breath. That particular ballad always hit her more deeply than any of the other songs within her repertoire; it was the enchantress’ favorite. A confident, contented smile made its way to her freckled visage shortly, somewhat emotionally spent but pleased with her performance. The vehicle was indeed making noise, and--to an elf unfamiliar with machinery--seemed rather alive. Trepidatious but optimistic, the silvery elf pressed herself against Savid’s side, unconsciously seeking some sort of protection with that gesture as the noise and shuddering grew. The confidence begins to ebb away slightly, the courtier not looking concerned, exactly, but hesitant--all while still keeping the semblance of a smile upon her lips. She casts a glance at Savid, searching for whether he was equally skeptical, but the dusk elf leans over with a roguish grin upon his face, spouting off with the intent of being reassuring, “Savid sees that you are uncertain. Do not be. Savid shook you much harder the previous evening. And he makes much more noise.” ((DM’s words, not mine T_T)) Emalynde/Ilayne barks a loud laugh, both tickled and somewhat surprised at the comment. With a few delicate fingers, she grabs his jaw, pulling the well-muscled elf’s features down to kiss him firmly before releasing her hold--bolstered as to the safety of their travel. ((rolled a 20 for her reaction XD)) Savid’s encouragement could not have come at a better time, allowing Emalynde/Ilayne to mostly shrug off Adryssa’s various warnings. The silver-haired elf was excited, one hand clinging to Savid just in case, but no longer worried about their venture’s degree of danger. As the SkyCoach rockets forward, the force squashes the enchantress into the embrace of the seat cushions, white knuckles holding Savid’s giant mitt of a hand as she yelled exuberantly. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced, the wind rushing through her hair and buffeting her elongated ears. A laugh would punctuate their trajectory every so often, delight and amazement implicit in the sound. As the trio banked and hovered a great distance above Nexus, Emalynde/Ilayne realized that the city was just a floating mote. In her exhilaration, the courtesan attempts to pry herself from the seat, crawling over Savid’s lap to look over the edge--if allowed. Savid would wrap an arm about the enchantress’ waist easily, securing her into the vehicle should her curiosity get the better of her. Bent over on her knees atop the dusk elf’s thighs, Emalynde/Ilayne casts a glance over her shoulder at Adryssa, beaming at the fact the fire elemental had taken a liking to her person. Reaching out with a hand, the priestess pats the quilted dash approvingly, as she had seen the diviner do prior.

The nervousness that had been welled up inside of Adryssa's belly, hidden but constant, suddenly lifted and she laughed. Ilayne and Savid had actually liked the mad and hectic ride. It dawned on Adryssa that Chelyse would have freaked out and started screaming, accusing her of being irresponsible, childish, and insane. But not them. She had watched them kiss and did not felt jealous. She watched Ilayne climb all over Savid with her butt in the air and did not feel ill at ease at all. In fact, the sight was quite welcome.

"I've come up here quite often since I realized that this was a place," Adryssa started, her voice calm and thoughtful. "No one is ever up here. Maybe an occasional bird. Or flying thing. Whatever those metallic bees with eight heads are. But no people really. It's peaceful and quiet and you can just relax. It's so high - we might be at least a mile up. I figured that maybe, if I ever took anyone else up here, that it would be a special event, so I needed a special name. So I decided that everyone who came up here was going to be a member of the a this very special club. So welcome to the Mile High Club. It's a secret, so don't tell anyone."

After a few minutes, Adryssa began to turn knobs and flip switches, causing the hot rod to descend. "Thank you so much for coming here with me. I heard what ya'll said about buying some clothes . . . but I can't. I can't wear anyone else's clothing. It would betray my brand. So I need to make my own clothes for tonight. And I'd be honored if I could make you clothes for the ball too. Anything you'd like. Anything you can describe. It can have images on it - animated images. Flames. Clouds. Woodland scenes with illusory pixies and fairies flying around you. It could even be see-through at will. I'm pretty good. And the two of you would be helping me tremendously be wearing them, since you both are so very pretty. Could you please help me out? You can keep the clothes forever!"

Petunia drifted calmly, slowly down - back into the city with it's movement and frenetic energy. The buildings Adryssa steered them towards were of odd shapes - experimental - avant-garde - artistic. "The girl I like - Temerity - lives right over there at that shop. I didn't really forget to ask her. I just don't think she'd say yes. She's so busy. I'm scared that she'll say no. I just don't know what to do about that, since I'd normally barge over and ask. But I'm so nervous. My head has been changing a lot recently. Ilayne - what should I do? How can I learn to be so calm and self-assured just like you are?" The crimson conveyance sat down a block away from the shop. Adryssa was visibly shaking and she licked her lips nervously, looking at Ilyane with imploring eyes.

As Adryssa begins to speak, Emalynde/Ilayne pulls herself away from her sight-seeing, marveling at the scene below one last time before sliding back into her seat. Savid left his arm about her waist, giving her a playfully wary look--as if she might bound over him once more. The enchantress flashes him a reassuring grin, silently attempting to assuage any discomfort, and the enormous elf seemed to relax more. Silvered eyes watch the smaller, golden elf, nodding appropriately to her words. “A secret, then,” she affirms, a curt nod solidifying her commitment to confidentiality. When the hot rod is activated once more, the enchantress nestles back into the seat’s padding, waiting for it to take hold of her, as she entwined her fingers with Savid’s again--not a romantic gesture, but more of a safety assurance. Silvery brows loft in interest at the notion of having a custom-made gown. She so very much loved to stand out in a crowd, so a modeling gig was right up Emalynde/Ilayne’s alley. Biting at her bottom lip, she grinned widely, clearly thrilled at the prospect. It’s a shame that she would be leaving Nexus in the morning and couldn’t create clientele here. This would have been the perfect opportunity. Although, admittedly, she wasn’t quite keen on becoming intimate with all these varying sorts of creatures.

“Of course!” The freckled elf would have hugged Adryssa, agreeing to her offer, but Petunia seemed about to take off. It would probably be wisest to stay in her seat. The courtesan’s wariness was unjustified, though, given that the car drifted slowly back to the city streets, their trajectory easy and gentle. Upon arriving at a very creative-looking district, the architecture itself seeming a work of art, Emalynde/Ilayne turns to regard Adryssa as the vehicle slows. Sympathy veils her feminine features, feeling for the younger elf. Who hadn’t been in her shoes at one point or another? Extending a gentle hand, the enchantress attempts to place it against the diviner’s shoulder, “Just be yourself,” she smiles encouragingly. “Confidence and self-assurance are simply byproducts of practice, dear.” Her word were calm and sweet; it was obvious that her patience was vast, or perhaps she worked with children. Growing up in an orphanage and part of a sect comprised mainly of women, it was likely both. “Worry not; I am sure she would be delighted to join you.” ((Persuasion 25)) “Would you rather us wait here or accompany you?” Temerity’s shop was small but fierce, decorated tastefully--yet eccentrically--in dark, brooding colors, giving the establishment a mysterious quality. There was a single, large window in the front of the store, edged with blood red, velvet curtains on the inside. Each hanging panel of velvet was pulled back and secured to the outer perimeter of the window with a black ribbon. A few paintings were on display, but weren’t exactly visible just yet. An ‘Open’ sign hung on the quaint door, which was directly to the right of the display window. The lighting inside was dim, almost eerie, but slight movement was perceptible within.

The golden-haired sun elf beamed at Ilayne. "Thank you for offering to be one of my experiments, and your advice! Wow. You are so helpful and wonderful. I keep thanking you, but it doesn't seem to be enough," Adryssa sighed, then cocked her head. "You know, Amkissra and Ghilanna from the Bonnalurie Tree taught me how to formally thank a priestesses of Hanali. We actually spent a lot of time on practice. Amkissra said I was really good at Thanksgiving because I can grow my tongue out to at least 14 inches, while Ghilanna said that the best features were that it was prehensile and I could make it forked at the end. I would be happy to formally thank you if you want, anytime. Just let me know," she said with the respect and piety of a parishioner discussing communion wafers with a Catholic priest.

Adryssa's gaze then moved from Ilayne to Temerity's shop. She chewed on her bottom lip, thinking briefly. "Yes, I think I'll take you up on your offer. You can come on up and meet Temerity, and maybe I can get a bit distracted and less nervous." The elf flipped several switches on the vehicle and stroked the quilted dashboard gently. Then with a deep breath, she exited and began to walk towards the shop. She looked back to make sure the others were coming too.

A bell rang on the quaint door as Adryssa opened it, and she peered inside the dark and eccentric shop. "Temerity? Helloooooo? It's me! Adryssa. That elf you know." She suddenly remembered that she was still wearing the emerald goggles and yanked them off her face in a flurry of activity, then nervously pretended there hadn't been anything on her face at all. An errant strand of hair dangled across her eye, nose and mouth, which she desperately blew at to get rid of, but the stubborn thing resisted. Adryssa screamed internally.

Emalynde/Ilayne smiled kindly at the elven girl, wondering inwardly if anyone had taken the time to advise Adryssa previously. Or taken the time to really talk to her. Given the diviner’s reaction--and the enchantress’ experiences with children, either Adryssa had a great need for attention, or she did not get nearly enough positive reinforcement. But the silvery elf’s brows loft in surprise and she blinks, lips parting in keeping with her reaction, at the notion that Amkissra and Ghilanna treated the Dawnbloom girl that way. Of course, there was no such thing as this Thanksgiving or any formal method of giving thanks as a priestess of Hanali. Masquerading thusly was a slight to the doctrine and their beliefs--as well as the sanctity of their rites. It was almost making a mockery of them. She didn’t know the wood and wild elven girls well, but the matron would have to hear of this. Emalynde/Ilayne herself was concerned, not only for any additional untruths these two were telling, but if they had taken advantage of the sun elf, who looked to be not over 75. A child. ((Consulted DM for all of that)) The courtesan decided not to mention the severity of the issue--not yet at least. It would do Adryssa no good to be told these girls were lying to her. In fact, it would probably make her feel betrayed or foolish--neither feeling would be beneficial toward the trio’s current ends. Maybe later. Emalynde/Ilayne took only a moment to return to her light-hearted demeanor, well-practised at veiling her own sentiments, but still worried for the girl’s well-being. She might have a talk with the pair herself, although Matron Linarralh commanded much more respect than the courtier herself did. It wouldn’t surprise her if the matron removed the duo from the order entirely, given that they were dealing in minors and falsehoods about the religion. Although offering a warm smile to the smaller elf, Emalynde/Ilayne just nodded her head gratefully, choosing not to comment on the offer of thanks. Savid exited the vehicle first, helping her from the confines of the car. It was difficult to not be somewhat motherly toward the poor girl, but the freckled elf did not wish to interfere with the purpose of their outing. So instead, she rubbed Savid’s back soothingly, although the gesture had been meant for Adryssa. The older elves followed along silently, watching and waiting.

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