#GWU series

[mj-skyair-star]

█🕹️👾🎮Chapter 10: Retrieve The Cure░▒▓█

March 29th, 2036, Saturday, 9:00 a.m. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Techblast, Grezzer, Obus, Winter and I arrived at the front of the Chemist Ware- I mean 'Health Space' that the bots addressed... You know what? If it is more suitable for them to call things what they call them in their world, such as buildings, items, or animals, or whatever else, then I will respect that. Anyway, the moment I reached the familiar part of Cranbourne, I literally got chills.

Why? I'll tell you.

I'm not used to my town being this quiet during the day times or however late it is at night, and it's so strange to be 'the only humans on earth' sort of situation... Don't think I was oblivious enough to not realise that I don't see anyone in their cars, driving around through busy traffic to get to their locations (or walking, bike riding or other ways to appear normal). Believe me, everyone wakes up in the early morning... What happened to everyone? Why is everything so... empty all of a sudden?

My only theory is that my family has been kidnapped so the bad team is able to use them to pressure me into joining their side. As for everyone else, they were all cast into a very deep sleep, much like Sleeping Beauty... Then again, Oscar's family has been possibly kidnapped too... But... But... UGH! I'm so confused! I know I was told that questions would be answered later but I'm too desperate to know what the HELL is going on!!! On the bright side, at least I'm not the only human/living thing that's asleep or whatever... I don't like all of this. The villains really smouldered me with their actions... I hate being alone! Being alone gives me a great deal of anxiety! I would not know how I would cope!

Tech and Obus were spying through the Chemist- Health Space window around the corner of the red and blue building. The rest of us stood behind them just in case one of the villains spots us instantly. We can't afford to blow our cover.

"They're in there, alright," Obus said quietly, earning a nod from the leader.

Then they turned to face us, clearly up to plotting a strategy.

"What's the plan, Captain?" Grezzer whispered to him.

Do they really need to whisper? Or is it because the villains have sharp hearing?

"We just go in, take down Ugiz-zo and get the necklace," he answered.

"That's it? Can't we just take all of them?" Obus asked as the leader shook his head in annoyance.

"I don't wish to repeat it again, we're not capturing them yet,"

"Ah, right! My apologies-"

"I can't wait to start this action!" I whispered excitedly... For only a few moments... The bots shared the same worried looks as if they didn't want to tell me something but ended up having to.

"Oh, uh, Airis... About that..." Tech knelt at my height.

"Yeah?"

"You see... the only reason why I said yes is because... I hate to see you upset again..."

"... And..?"

"You do realise that you are not going in there to fight?"

"... I won't? Well, it is my choice if I want to or not, but I want to help!"

"I'm sorry, but no can do. You're not skilled enough to defend yourself or fight them. I hate to risk you being kidnapped,"

"But you said I could help!"

"Being on the lookout is something that can be beneficial," he said with a guilty smile, which made me think about it...

Back at the hideout, I could've sworn he had thought of allowing me to fight the bad guys... But then again, I can't assume anyone's thoughts like that. After hearing this, I slightly frowned... although he may be right. I'm not skilled enough to defend myself or fight... I'm weak... At his point, I nodded and sighed.

"I guess you're right... I'll be the lookout..." I gave him a soft 'smile'- I'm just a tad disappointed- while earning a happy one from Tech this time.

"Thank you, I'm glad you understand. You made the right choice,"- He stood up- "We won't be long," with those last words, the three heroes sprang into action while I just slid myself down against the brick wall, feeling more useless than ever.

Groaning, I placed my hands on my face in nuisance.

The next thing I knew, Winter nudged my arm with his head. I released my hand from my face to look down at my fluffy dog... We stared into each other's eyes for a moment...

"At least I'm helping out to save Oscar... No... I'm fucking not. I was only tagged along because Tech doesn't want to see me cry my eyeballs out next to Oscar's lifeless body, that's why!"

CRASH!

Right away, me and Winter peeked around the corner (through the window) to see what was happening.

Of course, the two teams were fighting. Damn, they were causing a hell of a mess! Items destroyed, walls cracked, pieces are torn off- it was like watching the first ever drunk bar fight. I could easily imagine how the poor owner of that place isn't going to be pleased with the mess... Wait- CAMERAS! SHOOT! That's bad! I'll have to tell them about this! When I have the chance, of course. The medicines and some other stuff were on the floor, smashed or not, and most of the aisle shelves were knocked off or broken to shreds. The fight got more intense each time they hit each other because of the element of surprise. There was kicking, punching, pushing, shoving, blasting their lasers at each other and some other weapons they were using-

Grrrrrrrrrr!

"Oh no... No, don't tell me-" My head spun around to the husky, knowing exactly why he was growling so suddenly.

"Winter. No." I whispered (just in case) sternly at him but he was too busy growling at... oh... "Winter! Don't even think about it!" Just as I knew he was about to pounce in there and attack Scrap Metal, I tried to catch him, but he slipped through.

That damn dog!

"Crap!" I guess I have no choice.

Ever so briskly, I dashed after him while staying hidden from the bad guys.

I ran up to an aisle shelf. The Siberian husky was on the left side of the aisle across from me.- Oh, boy... I don't think he would be this mad. He looked like he was ready to commit murder. I wish I was joking. Still, I can't let him be seen or else the villains will know that I am here too. Trust me, they would know that there is no way in hell that Tech, Obus and Grezzer would take a dog with them.

"Winter! Come back here! Right now!" I whispered-yelled at him this time, and he FINALLY got attention from me! And yes, I was frustrated with him. "Get over here!" I gestured a sign to come to me-

CRASH! BANG!

Suddenly, the shelf on my side shook to the point that it was about to fall on top of me! I gasped and quickly reacted to keep it still, preventing it from happening.

Way to go, me!

Letting out a sigh of relief, I looked back to see THAT WINTER HAVE VANISHED!!! ARE YOU FRICKING KIDDING ME!?!?

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"NO̸̝̗͖̻̮̔̓̽̋̒̕͠T̵̩̈́̋̀ Y̵̖͈͋͠͝-Y-Y-YOU A-AG̸̛̖̘̠̫̱̳͕̎͋̒́̑ͅͅȀ̸͈͙̭̙̩̖̯̯͚̠̀̇̓̚͝I̴̙̙͈͇̺͉͔͓͊̿N!" I peeked around the corner to see Winter biting Scrap Metal's leg- somehow my dog didn't lose any teeth after he bit him... Once Scrap was distracted by my dog (who always held a grudge against a tin metal punk for whatever the hell his reason was) he got punched across the face by Obus.

The leaf-coloured bot deserves it anyway.

... "Why do I feel uneasy?"

"I knew you would show up,"

"Wah!" Alarmed, a sudden voice spoke to me. I spun around to see- "Ugiz-zo," I snarled his name coldly.

"You are here for the cure, correct?" I didn't answer. I grew vexed at him the moment I saw him, so vexed that I wanted his tin can head to pop! It was almost too simple; he held the bottle close to me... I couldn't focus on the situation. Thanks to my determination to get that cure off his grasp to save Oscar. I thought I was quick. So I attempted to snatch it but he was fast enough to drop the bottle so it dangled around his neck. As a result, I knocked his hand away instead. "I knew that was going to happen as well," he rolled his eyes and shook his head in dismay. "Are you still mad at me?" he asked monotonously.

"Idiot, what kind of a question is that!?" I gave him the fiercest death glare I could muster as I scoffed indignantly.

"Oh, I don't know. What do you think, Ugiz?"

"Enraged, sorrowful, weak and- oh my... An extremely high level of anxiety, I didn't think your Anxiety Disorder was that bad even though you're not that noticeable," my anger was washed away by deep shock. I was literally shaken to hear what he said. The fact that HE SOMEHOW KNEW MY MENTAL HEALTH PROBLEM! I NEVER brought that up with him or anyone else! And I thought the characters knowing my name was horrifying! "I see a lot of negativity in you," his eyes stare at me, weary.

I never thought Ugiz could detect feelings (I mean, he's a robot so, of course, robots have scanners), however, he doesn't make sense of how he could have possibly known I have an Anxiety Disorder. Well, I'm so far improving over time but still get anxious almost too easily, which is why doctors still say that I'm still diagnosed with anxiety, judging by the ridiculous events my parents or I tell them...

Without even thinking at all, I kicked him in the stomach causing this weirdo to fall to his knees, and I successfully managed to quickly take the cure bottle necklace off his neck- Damn THAT WAS A PERFECT CHANCE! Speaking of chances, it's also my chance to get the hell out of here!

"WINTER!" I called out, not only getting Winter's attention but also everyone else's, which led to me getting out of the building. Without further ado, the husky followed me till we hid around the corner of the building before Ugiz or any of the villains had the chance to catch me. I kneeled down to my dog's level and hooked the cure bottle around his neck, then my hazel eyes stared deadly serious through his special blue ones. "Run as fast as you can to the hideout. We'll meet you there, now go!" In response to my command, Winter barked believing he was a mighty soldier and ran off... For some stupid reason, I watch Winter runoff far from me instead of just thinking about my own safety.

"You!"

"WHA!" Ugiz caught me out of nowhere, catching me off guard.

Ugiz pinned me against the red brick, trapping me with six robotic tentacles so there was no way I could actually escape this time. I started to fear and... and... Hold on, did I also manage to successfully anger him too? Because it seems like it..? Huh. Ironic, I had never seen him angry before. In a way, it was more emotionless.

Ugiz then leaned very close to my left ear. This action made me shudder to one side only for my arm and shoulder to touch the three tentacles on my right. I don't want anyone as evil as him near me- I'm anxious, of course.

"You are going to mark my words, Airis Gamer, and you better listen well,"

"Oh, crap! I really did tick him off! He was literally known to not get easily angered due to his personality!" Even if there was a monotone in his voice, you could hear the timid temper in it too.

"This is the only cure I have left. I have more but I don't have the rest with me. I only take one with me at all times in case of an emergency. I cannot make more of them in your home world since it's not the same as mine... Unless our worlds are officially combined..." His whisper sends chills down my spine- wait- Hold the phone, once again-

"... What..? 'Unless our worlds are officially combined???' ..."

"With that said, if I ever poison your pathetic boyfriend of yours again, or anyone else this time... They'll be dead and there is nothing you can do about it," OH, OK! I-I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO FEEL AFTER THAT FIRST BIT! WHY DO I FEEL MY CHEEKS GETTING A LITTLE WARM!?!?

Besides that, I'm getting trepidation at his warning! My whole body became numb at this point.

I could feel him moving away from my ear- THANK GOD! SOME SPACE! BUT STILL TRAPPED! Looking up, I notice his anger has subsided, and he's back to his normal self... just curious about something.

"I'm surprised... I thought you would be weak AND useless... Judging by your boyfriend, humans are known to be weak... Maybe I am wrong about you..."

"What?" I muttered, puzzled about what he was talking about now.

What does he mean by that? I hope what he was telling me the whole time wasn't true... Oh, right! I nearly forgot that I am at risk of being kidnapped at any time! I need to avoid that!

Ugiz grabbed my arm while I grasped his wrist to stop him. It wasn't long before he was able to kidnap me. I ended up being rescued again, this time by Grezzer, the strongest member of 'The Cosmic Five'. Grezzer appeared out of nowhere and punched the depressed, confusing robot across the face, sending him tumbling to the ground. (YES, KING!) Then Grezzer grabbed one of his tentacles and threw him until he smashed into a brick wall across from us (about a metre away).

Meanwhile, I was very relieved and thankful for the save.

"Are you alright? He didn't hurt you, did he?" Grezzer asked, glancing at me with perturbation.

"Yeah, I'm ok,"- I nodded- " and he didn't harm me. “Thanks for saving me, I thought I was going to get kidnapped," I also took some time to ease my 'near to having an anxiety attack' moment.

Grezzer also became at ease with my answer.

"You're lucky that Ugiz-zo wastes his time talking to victims, especially when there are protectors standing by your side," he isn't wrong.

Ugiz talked about emo phase stuff and confused his senses (which is the point of his ability), to the extent that he wasted time and couldn't follow the command. You could say he's 64% useless.

"Tech saw what happened between you and Ugiz. He's catching up with your pet to take him back to the hideout quicker,"

"He saw our interaction..? Why didn't he do anything to prevent that from happening?.. Good thing he's taking Winter back to the hideout, I guess,"

"Grezzer!" We turned our heads to see the red and gold bot standing out from the corner of the red and blue building, seeming over hyped of unease. "Stop standing around with Airis like a complete moron! We have to leave or else Ugiz and the others will attack us again! "They don't get low health for very long!" Obus shouted in a frantic tone as his action became impatient of standing around.

"We're coming!" We left in a hurry. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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[jasper-pagan-witch]

Multicolored & Discerning Your Magical Colors

Yes, I'm still on my MTG pop culture magic bullshit, but this is an important part of that practice.

This post is part of my ever-growing MTG pop culture series. Remember to check out the MTG wiki to get familiar with the colors and the lore. Take what resonates and works for your practice.

There are five colors in Magic: The Gathering: White, Blue, Black, Red, and Green. As previously established, each color has a philosophy along with allies and enemies. Today we're gonna talk about how they work together.

There are some very specific patterns when you talk about them working together - they almost always appear in a specific order. Here's a quick explanation:

Monocolored: White is W. Blue is U. Black is B. Red is R. Green is G.

Allied Pairs: White-Blue is WU. Blue-Black is UB. Black-Red is BR. Red-Green is RG. Green-White is GW.

Enemy Pairs: White-Black is WB. Blue-Red is UR. Black-Green is BG. Red-White is RW. Green-Blue is GU.

Shards (a color and its allies): Green-White-Blue (White focus) is GWU. White-Blue-Black (Blue focus) is WUB. Blue-Black-Red (Black focus) is UBR. Black-Red-Green (Red focus) is BRG. Red-Green-White (Green focus) is RGW.

Wedges (a color and its enemies): Red-White-Black (White focus) is RWB. Green-Blue-Red (Blue focus) is GUR. White-Black-Green (Black focus) is WBG. Blue-Red-White (Red focus) is URW. Black-Green-Blue (Green focus) is BGU.

Quadruples (lacking one specific color): White-Blue-Black-Red is WUBR. Blue-Black-Red-Green is UBRG. Black-Red-Green-White is BRGW. Red-Green-White-Blue is RGWU. Green-White-Blue-Black is GWUB.

All Colors: White-Blue-Black-Red-Green, aka WUBRG.

The color combinations will almost always start with White in front or as the focus and end with Green in front or as the focus. Because I'm a maniac, I always organize my notes to be whichever one starts with White in the front first.

Each of these versions of multicolor - color pairs, color triples, color quadruples, and all colors - also have specific terms related to them that's used as shorthand to describe them. Things like the Ravnica guilds (for pairs) and Nephilim (for quadruples), the Tarkir dragon broods (for allied pairs) and clans (for wedges), the Strixhaven colleges (for enemy pairs), the Ikoria triomes (for wedges), the shards of Alara (for shards), the New Capenna demonic crime families (for shards), ans so forth. Usually the most common shorthand are the guilds, the clans, and the shards. Really, the Multicolored page on the MTG wiki is gonna be the best to help you figure out the ups and downs and sideways of these terms.

Of course, there's also the matter of Colorless. By virtue of not being a color, it's immune to all of these mixing shenanigans. It's the total of all colors or the lack of them. If that's the energy that you find to be most useful, then so be it! I've used it myself in the past, and while I don't use it nearly as much, it's still a fascinating tool.

So how does this apply to pop culture magic? Well, like how almost everyone and everything in MTG has a color, you do too!

So how do you figure out yours? Well, there are a few options:

Read about each color's philosophy. This will help you learn and understand the colors on a deeper level and help you figure out if you lean one way or another.

Take a Quotev quiz. I recommend Quotev the most, because it shows you the breakdown of how your responses lead to different answers and is helpful in breaking down if you lean multicolored or monocolored - and if so, in which direction.

Ask me to vibe check you. Your magical practice may use different colored energy from your day-to-day life, and your magical practice version is often more important to your energy work than your day-to-day version. You can come into my inbox (if I'm still on Tumblr at least) and describe your magical practice, and I'll point you in a direction or seven.

I have found that my energy varies into three shards: UBR for my magical workings, and either RGW or GWU for my volunteer work. Within those, I find that I can easily use any combination of U, B, and R in my magic, while in my volunteer work I tend to remain in RG, GW, or WU instead of RW or GU.

I hope that this either helped or made matters more confusing for you!

#jasper post #pop culture #magic the gathering #energy work #pop culture magic #pop culture magick #pop culture pagan #pop culture paganism #pop culture witch #pop culture witchcraft #magic the gathering magic #magic the gathering magick #magic the gathering pagan #magic the gathering paganism #magic the gathering witch #magic the gathering witchcraft

[xwhatababex]

Why are you writing gwuncan (no hate I’m genuinely curious since you censored the ship name lol)

nah dw abt it lol

No I’m only writing it because I have to write the “august” for my teenage love triangle Taylor swift series and august is like “the other woman” gwu*can vibes song so

but it’s like implied duncney so ig it’s not the worst lmao

#tda #tdi #tdwt #total drama #duncney #gwuncan

[harringtonstilinski]

You’ll Always Be My Hero - Chapter 91 ; Said the Spider to the Fly

Author: @harringtonstilinski​ Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Emma Thomas (OC) Word Count: 7,912 Warnings: fluff, smallest amount of angst, tiniest mention of almond milk (is that even a warning? read a/n2 to find out more) A/N: Hi, friends! 91 Chapters down, 9 to go!! If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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Getting to the airport from Beacon Hills; nothing. 

Getting on the plane; nothing. 

Getting into the air; a breeze. 

Landing in DC; bumpy. 

Spending two weeks with my love; priceless.

Packing up to go back to Beacon Hills…; hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.

Stiles was currently getting ready for his first day at GWU, George Washington University. I was so proud of him. He got into the Pre-FBI Program thanks to Rafael McCall. At least that man did one good thing in his life… well, two.

I sniffled as I heard rustling outside the bathroom door.

“Babe, you about ready?” Stiles asked. 

“Yeah. Just, uhm, packing my bathroom stuff,” I answered, the door opening. I sighed and looked up, seeing him in what he likes to call his monkey suit.

“Does it look okay? Do I look okay?”

“You look as handsome as the day I met you,” I said, walking towards him, wrapping my arms around his waist. “Or as the day we started dating.” I was still waiting for him to pop the question since he kept teasing me about it.

He smiled and dipped his head down, pressing our lips together. “I can’t believe we’re only going to be 443 miles away from each other.”

I looked down, sheepishly.

“What?” he asked.

I pulled away. “Yeah, I’m not going to Boston,” I said, walking back in the bathroom.

“Why not?” he asked.

I sighed, picking up my toothbrush container and put it in my toiletries bag. “Mom called me last night. Wants me back in Beacon Hills. Says I can do an internship with her firm and get my career started earlier.”

Looking over to the bedroom, I saw Stiles standing in the doorway, looking upset.

“She said it’s the only way I’ll be able to actually have a career. Lawyers don’t always get hired on in our supernatural town. The best way for me to live my dream career is to just… do what Mom suggests.” 

His face softened with understanding before he wrapped me in his arms. 

“I don’t want to leave you,” I whispered, tears gathering in my eyes.

“I don’t want you to leave either, but I guess you have to,” he whispered back.

A knock on his dorm door alerted us to someone’s presence. 

“Who’s here?” he asked.

My abilities had weakened a little bit since being away from Beacon Hills, but they still worked. “Uhm, Mom… I think.”

The person on the other side of the door revealed themselves, and I was so happy to have been correct. She walked in, travel outfit ready. “You ready, sweetheart?”

“Can you actually meet us at the Pre-FBI Building? I wanna walk him in,” I said.

Mom smiled and nodded her head, “Of course. I’ll give you two a ride. Come on.”

~~~

Walking inside of a building I wasn’t going to even be in was really weird. I was way underdressed in my leggings and workout jacket. 

Stiles led me up the stairs to the hallway where his classroom was, stopping at the FBI Seal on the carpet. He looked up at me and smiled, whispering, “I can’t believe I’m here.”

“I can’t believe it either,” I said, standing in front of him. I started fixing his tie, continuing my train of thought. “Now, you listen to me, Stiles Stilinski. You go in there, you pay attention, learn something, and above all--” I looked at him, seeing the smirk on his face. “Kick ass.”

“I will,” he said, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. I wrapped my arms around his middle, pressing the side of my head to his chest, listening to his heartbeat. “Call me when you land?”

I nodded. “Of course. Was planning on it anyway.”

“Call me when you can after that. I don’t care what time it is,” he said, pulling back. “Okay?”

I nodded, looking down. He hooked his finger under my chin, lifting my head to look me in the eyes. “It’s all going to be okay,” he whispered.

“Stiles, we haven’t been apart since we were babies,” I whispered through the lump in my throat. “How am I gonna survive without you?”

He chuckled lightly. “You’ll find a way. You always do.” He placed a kiss on my forehead. “Call me when you land and anytime you have free after that, okay?” I nodded my confirmation. “Copy that.”

He smirked and dipped his head, connecting our lips. They moved in sync for a good two or three minutes before we pulled apart, taking deep breaths. That was the last kiss I was going to share with Stiles until Thanksgiving or Christmas. And it made me sad.

“I love you, beautiful. So much,” he whispered.

“I love you, too, handsome. So much more than you can ever imagine,” I whispered back.

We shared another sweet kiss, this one not as long as the previous one before pulling back. I watched as Stiles walked toward the hallway, turning around and mouthing, “I love you.”

I smiled and blew him a kiss before mouthing back, “I love you.”

~~~

“I hate this,” I said, walking onto the field. “I hate being away from you. It sucks.”

“I know. Sucks you had to turn down Harvard,” Stiles said.

Did I forget to mention I called him once I got to the school from the airport? No? Oh. Well… I called Stiles when I got to the high school.

“Yeah, but… we both know why,” I said, sadness in my voice. I placed down my duffle bag, grunting as I did so.

“What are you doing? Where are you?”

“Uhm--”

“I hope you’re at home, unpacking.”

“Would you be mad if I said I had my bag with me, but I wasn’t at home?” I asked, smile on my face even though he couldn’t see.

He sighed on the other end. “Babe--”

“Alright,” I caved. “I’m at the high school. Apparently, Mom reminded me of a very small detail regarding the lacrosse team.”

“What?”

“I’m still Assistant Coach,” I reminded him. “I never told Bobby I resigned.”

“Are you going to?”

I thought about this for a moment, before shaking my head and smirking to myself. “I’m not sure. I might stick with it. I mean, I liked it when you and Scott were on the team. Liam and Corey are still here, so if I stay, it’ll give me a good excuse to keep an eye on them.”

Stiles sighed again on the other end before yawning. I pulled my phone away from my ear, brows scrunched in question as I looked at the time. 8:30 California time. “Stiles?”

“Hmmm?”

I chuckled a little, shaking my head at him. “Please go to bed. It’s 11:30 over there.”

“Mhmm,” he said. I could tell he was falling asleep. 

“Babe, listen to me,” I said, pausing for a couple seconds. I felt Scott’s presence as I looked around at nothing. “Are you listening?”

“What? Oh, yeah,” he said, yawning.

“Grab my pillow and cuddle with it. I sprayed it before I left, and I left my extra bottle of body mist for you to spray until I come back to visit, okay?” I heard him sniff before sighing. “Better?”

“Not really, but it’ll do for now,” he said. I could hear rustling on his end before he took a deep breath.

I chuckled as Scott came to a stop next to me. “Okay. Well, I’m gonna go so that you can sleep, alright?”

“Alright.”

“Okay. I--”

“I love you, beautiful.”

“I love you, too, handsome.” Shaking my head to myself, I chuckled while hanging up the phone and putting it in my back pocket. “He’s something else.”

Scott chuckled, putting his arm around my shoulders. “That he is. That he is,” he said. We looked at each other before pulling each other into a brotherly/sisterly hug. “Missed you, Em. Glad you’re home.”

“Rather be in DC still, but I’m glad to be home, too,” I said, pulling back from the hug.

“Come on. I need help getting the lights on and the sprinklers off,” he said, taking a couple steps backwards.

“Alright, I’m coming,” I said. “I’ll get the sprinklers, you get the lights. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand break!” We both went our separate ways to do our jobs, but a gasp escaped me when I thought about a couple more jobs. “Scotty! We need to line the field and get the balls out, too!”

I could tell he was chuckling as his head dipped after looking in my direction. “Cut the crap and help me,” I said, chuckling.

Scott went and got the field liner while I grabbed the bag of lacrosse balls, pouring them onto the grass.

I heard clinking, that familiar sound ringing in my ears. A whistle was placed around my neck, a smile being brought to my face before a clipboard appeared in front of my face. I took the clipboard, running my hand over it. “Feels nice having this whistle around my neck again.”

“Feels weird,” Scott said.

I turned around, seeing that he had a whistle around his neck, as well. “Don’t tell me,” I said, a wide smile on my face.

He turned around, showing me the back of the windbreaker he was wearing. Turning back to face me, he held out another windbreaker, smiling. “This one’s for you.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I just squealed and launched myself into Scott’s arms, happy. After being placed back on the ground, I put the windbreaker on, sighing. “Now this is more like it.”

We both looked at the lacrosse field, nostalgia hitting like a bus. Although it was just a few months ago that he and Stiles were playing on this very field, it still brought back a lot of memories. When Scott made First Line after getting bit, Stiles getting to play for the first time and us sharing a kiss before he ran out onto the field, the games we played while dealing with the Beast of Gevaudan.

Scott and I looked at each other, putting our whistles between our lips. We both looked back at the field before blowing our whistles.

Two players ran at each other, shouldering each other before their backs slammed onto the ground, another player scooping up the ball and running with it.

“Hey! Nice work, Diaz,” Scott said.

I was too busy looking at the next set of plays attached to my clipboard to pay attention. Scott elbowed me in the arm, causing me to look up at him. He tilted his head in the direction of the field, quickly shifting his eyes to the field and back at me.

“Oh,” I said, looking at the players on the ground. “Uh--” I looked down at the players names and their assigned number. “Nolan, you stay in there. You can take him.”

Another play commenced, one of the players ran to the goal, taking the shot before the players cheered.

“Alright!” I said, putting my clipboard under my arm and clapping. “Nice work. That’s the best shot of the pre-season.”

“Thanks, Coach,” the player said, running by Scott and I.

“Assistant Coach,” Coach said. “What exactly are you two doing?”

Scott and I turned to face my uncle. “Drills.”

“You’re giving them hope,” Coach said. He did a double take at me. “Aren’t you supposed to be in Massachusetts?”

“You haven’t talked to Mom, have you?” I asked.

“No.”

I sighed. “Since I want to be a lawyer, she thought it would be best if I forgoed going to Harvard and stay here to intern at her firm. That way I can technically start my career. Plus, I never resigned as AC. Hence why I’m wearing the Assistant Coach windbreaker.”

Coach looked between us, eyes landing on Scott. “When did I ever give you hope?”

Scott looked at Coach, smirking while shaking his head. “Never.”

“Exactly,” Coach said. “Nothing motivates more than withering criticism. Speaking of, uhm, losers, where’s your, uh, where’s your little protege?”

Scott and I both looked around, not seeing him. “Uhm…”

“Uhm?” Coach said. “Is-- is uhm a location? Is uhm behind me?”

I closed my eyes for two reasons; one, because of Coach and two, I was trying to get a feel for Liam’s location. Stiles wanted to try something out over the summer while I was with him. He wanted me to feel for his location while he was in the common area in his dorm. While it worked, it was silly. He came back each time telling me that the other people living in the other dorms looked at him like he was a nut each time.

While I had Liam’s location, Scott and Coach continued their conversation. 

“He’ll be here,” Scott said. “Okay?”

“He’s the backbone of this team,” I added. “He stepped it up in every way possible.”

“A born leader who can handle anything that you throw at him.”

Yeah, I wasn’t so sure about that. You see, Liam called me a few weeks back, telling me that Hayden broke up with him. Mason ended up taking over that phone call, explaining that she didn’t break up with him and that she moved to protect her sister, which made perfect sense. I was glad that Stiles was out of Beacon Hills, with no plans to come back… for at least a few years.

I texted Mason, telling him that Coach was losing it and that Liam and Corey needed to get their asses on the field now or else Scott was gonna kill Liam and I was gonna kill Corey at family dinner.

I put my phone away as a player went down to the ground, hard.

“I swear to God, Emma and McCall, if you don’t get Dunbar out here in three, this’ll be both your last day as Assistant Coach,” Coach said.

I gaped at him, not knowing what to say.

“This is our last day as Assistant Coach,” Scott said.

It was his turn to get gaped at. “No, it’s not. Not for me,” I said.

“I can still dock both your pay,” Coach said. 

“I’m a volunteer,” Scott said. “You want my whistle?”

“Who gave you a whistle?” Coach asked, which caused me to chuckle at him.

“Oh, sweet baby Jesus,” I whispered, grabbing my phone. I scrolled through my videos, trying to find a play that we could practice before I heard Coach say that he was gonna make Diaz, number 88, Captain. Switching to my messages, I brought up mine and Mason’s.

To Mason: Coach is making Diaz Captain. Get their asses here now.

As the play they were currently working on played out, Diaz dodged every boy that came at him, lifting his stick, turning, pulling out all the stops before he shot the ball towards the goal.

Out of seemingly fucking nowhere, Liam jumps in front of the goal, twisting as he did so while catching the ball. He landed on his feet, facing the team before running onto the field.

I cheered, raising my arms in the air while jumping. 

“Now, that’s how you play lacrosse, McCall!” Coach said, excitement in his voice. He started walking down the side of the field, Scott and I following. “Emma, who is that kid? He’s spectacular.”

“Bobby, that’s Liam,” I said, practically running to keep up with him.

“Well, how the hell am I supposed to tell them apart?” he said, stopping and pointing out to the field. “They’re all wearing the same thing.”

“It’s called memorizing their names and jersey numbers,” I said, taking a deep breath. I heard someone hit the ground, looking out to the field. I closed my eyes with a sigh. Liam.

Scott must’ve heard something ‘cause he grabbed my arm while blowing his whistle, pulling me onto the field. We both booked it out to Liam, kneeling beside him.

He looked up at us, eyes glowing their Beta Gold while panting.

“Liam, your eyes,” Scott and I whispered.

“Emma, McCall, what the hell was that?” Coach asked, walking on the field. “That wasn’t a foul. That’s called winning.”

I looked over at Scott, seeing that he was covering the side of Liam’s face, protecting his eyes before looking back up at my uncle, who was staring at something behind us.

Scott turned his head to face whatever it was that Coach was looking at, Liam doing the same. “Emma, stay behind me and don’t look.”

“Why?” I asked, standing when he and Liam did. I looked at what they were seeing, a wolf standing right in front of us. I froze in my spot, really wanting Stiles right about now.

It took a couple of steps towards us, Scott putting his arm in front of me, looking at everyone over his right shoulder. “Everyone back.”

“Are you crazy?” I whispered.

“It’s growling and has blood on it,” Scott whispered back. “I’m just trying to keep everyone safe. Including you. Especially you.”

I watched Scott’s head double take between Nolan and the wolf, head stopping in his direction. 

“Nolan,” Scott said, looking back at Liam before looking back at the wolf.

He was giving me whiplash.

Liam stepped forward, standing in front of me as Scott took a couple steps towards Nolan, pushing him back, saying, “Nolan, hey, step back man. Are you okay? What are you doing?”

“Scott,” I whispered. I jumped as the wolf started growling again. When my eyes went Green, I knew Scott shined his Alpha Reds at the wolf. Something that Stiles and I discovered over the summer was that because I was part Were, a part of Scott’s pack and really close with Scott on a platonic level, when Scott roared or turned on his wolf eyes, my eyes responded. I also knew this because the wolf backed down, whimpering. 

The wolf turned around, walking towards the woods. 

“Scott,” I whispered, stepping up to him. “It’s limping. Look.”

He looked back at me and Liam before landing his eyes back on me. “Three options. You can either stay here and be safe, tell Coach you’re not feeling good enough to go home, or come with us.”

I sighed before I sniffled, turning around. “Coach, I’m going home. I’m not feeling well.” I turned my head over my shoulder, nodding my head towards the woods, both werewolves walking off. “Text me what you find,” I whispered before turning my head back to Coach, walking up to him. “I think it’s allergies, but I’m gonna go home just to be sure.”

~~~

Lying to my uncle isn’t something that I’m most proud of. I’ve lied to him a lot and I hated it. I was almost home when I got a text from Scott, saying that he and Liam found dead wolves in the Preserve, spiders crawling out of one of their eyes and mouth. After I started freaking out, I got a call from Lydia, asking me to come to Maila’s house. So, begrudgingly, I turned my Jeep around and drove to Malia’s, letting myself in the house. “Lydia?” 

“Bedroom!” she yelled.

I ran to Malia’s room, walking right in. “Holy shit,” I greeted. “I’m so glad I didn’t go into the woods with Scott and Liam.”

“Why?” Malia asked, book in hand.

I launched into my explanation, pacing in front of Malia’s bed after I dropped my bag on the bed. “Okay, so, we’re at practice and Liam went down on the ground, right? So, Scott and I ran out onto the field and noticed that Liam’s eyes were glowing their Golden color. We spotted a wolf standing next to us. So, we had a staring contest before Scott gave me options on what to do. So then, right before Lydia called me, he texted me and told me that they found a bunch of wolves, dead, in the Preserve. He said he’s glad I wasn’t there ‘cause I would’ve either crawled up him or a tree at the thousands, if not millions, of spiders crawling out of one of their eyes.”

“Wolves or werewolves?” Malia asked, nose stuck in her book.

I looked at Lydia, a deadpan look on my face. “Did she not listen to a word I just said?”

Lydia chuckled, putting her suitcase beside her bed. “They said wolves, Malia.”

“Not interested,” Malia said, flipping from her stomach to her back. “You two go.”

A thought occurred to me as I squinted my eyes at her. “Forgot to tell you this, but Liam was also asking for help from the werecoyote, not the Banshees.”

“Why me?” Malia asked. 

“Because you’re the formal animal,” I sassed. “Nobody, like nobody, understands mysterious animal situations like you do.”

She finally took her nose out of her book while flipping back to her stomach, looking between us. “I’m done with mysterious animal situations. I want mysterious men. French ones.”

Lydia and I looked at each other before looking at Malia’s computer, the word REROUTED flashing on the screen. “Your flight’s delayed,” we said.

“No, no, it’s rerouted. There’s a difference.”

Lydia and I looked at each other, my brows pulled in in confusion. “Uh, Malia,” I said, looking back at the werecoyote. “Honey, delayed is something that happens when your flight is rerouted.”

“So, you have plenty of time to help,” Lydia added. 

“And there’s a storm system shutting down Charles de Gaulle Airport.”

“It’s a minor shower,” Malia said, glancing back at the laptop.

Lydia leaned her hands on the bed, looking at Malia. I crossed my arms, sure that I was giving her the same look Lydia was.

Malia looked at both of us, quickly closing her computer. “Liam’s got everything covered. They’re just dead wolves. Doesn’t sound supernatural to me.”

“Oh, how I wish you weren’t acting as if this isn’t a big deal,” I whined, pulling my phone from my pocket. “Hello?”

“You forgot your duffle bag at the school. I brought it back to my house. Come get it?”

I sighed. “Yeah. I’ll be there in a few.” I hung up the phone, putting it back in my pocket. “Gotta run. Scott has my duffle bag.”

“Stiles okay with you coming back to intern with your mom?” Lydia asked.

I shrugged, lips pouted. “Not really, but he knows it’s what I want to do in life, so he’s not stopping me.”

“Do you trust him?” Malia asked.

I looked at her like she was crazy, grabbing my ring. “If I didn’t, would I still be wearing this?”

“No,” they both said.

“Okay, then,” I sassed, chuckling to relieve the tension. “I really gotta run, though. I’ll see you guys later.” I walked out of the room after shouldering my bag, yelling over my shoulder. “Love you!” to which they both replied.

Malia and I have come a long way since the Deadpool phase of our lives. She does mention Stiles, but it’s more in a friendly manner than a crush. Whatever he said to her while the pack was being pulled apart last year worked. She’s kept her distance and, even though her killer instinct comes out more often than not, we’re on really good terms. 

~~~

Arriving at Scott’s house, I walked up the stairs to his room, hearing grunting. “Scott, if you’re having sex, I swear to God,” I yelled, coming into his bedroom door way. “Oh.” What I was looking at made me laugh. Both teen wolves were pushing Scott’s suitcase closed… or at least trying to.

“Whatever happened to those wolves was definitely supernatural,” Liam said.

I giggled. “You sound like Stiles.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say definitely,” Scott said. “It could’ve been a parasitic infection.”

I crossed my arms, an impressed look on my face. “Look at you sounding all sorts of genius like.”

Scott looked up at me, not happy with my choice of words. “I mean, we get dogs that come into the clinic that have botflies coming out of their skin.”

Liam looked up at me, a little bit of fear in his eyes. “Can that happen to people?”

I nodded, chuckling, as they both locked the suitcase and set it on Scott’s bed. “Yes. They crawl under the skin, lay some eggs, and eventually they just--” I pointed at Scott’s suitcase as it opened on his bed. “Well, they do that. Burst.”

They both sat down on the end of the bed. For some reason, I got extremely sad. From all the times that Scott and Stiles sat in those very same spots. I started tearing up some, Scott noticing. “Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked.

I shook my head and crossed my arms, closing my eyes for a moment. “For some reason, seeing you two sitting here makes me miss Stiles a lot more than what I am right now.”

Scott looked between me and Liam, addressing his question at the both of us. “So, you wanna talk about it?” He looked back at me, but I shook my head, looking down at the floor.

“I thought we were talking about it?” Liam said, tilting his head to the suitcase. 

Scott glanced back at it, saying, “No, that’s not what I’m talking about.”

Getting the hint, Liam said. “Oh. That.”

“If this is a se--”

“Why does everything have to be about sex?” Scott asked, chuckling. 

I stomped my foot like a child. “Cause it was so good and I miss it!”

Scott chuckled as he looked from me back to Liam, who scoffed, “Me.”

Not understanding what they were talking about, I wanted to know, so I said, “Yeah. You.”

“Your fangs, your eyes, the growl,” Scott added.

Like a lightbulb went off in my brain, I quietly gasped. “Oh, what happened on the field.”

“Yeah,” Scott chuckled. “Where’s your brain?”

“In Quantico.”

“Sounds like we’re not gonna talk about this,” Liam said, moving to stand up.

I walked up to him, putting my hand on his shoulder to stop his movements. “Sounds like we are gonna talk about this.”

“You just gotta remember your mantra,” Scott said. 

I squatted in front of Liam, looking up at him. I smiled as I remembered when we drove to Mexico to save Scott and Kira. “What three things cannot long be hidden?”

“I haven’t had to use that in--” Liam said.

“Hey,” I interrupted, shaking my head. “What three things cannot long be hidden?”

He looked at me like a teenager looking at their parents; with an attitude. “The sun, the mood, the truth.”

I nodded, a slight smile on my face. “Again.”

He sighed and closed his eyes before taking a deep breath in between the words. “The sun… the moon… the truth.”

I watched as Scott closed his eyes, focusing on his heartbeat before looking at me, smirk on his face. “Better.”

I looked behind them, grimacing. “Scotty, you don’t have another suitcase, do you?”

He looked around for a moment before reaching off the side of his bed, holding up a roll of duct tape. I chuckled as he said, “I got duct tape.”

“Sweet baby Jesus.”

~~~

Waking up the next morning felt… odd. I’d been so used to sleeping next to Stiles, I’d forgotten what it was like to sleep alone. He left three of his pillows, taking the one he always sleeps with. I rolled over and looked at the time on my phone, seeing that it was 6:30AM. I groaned and rolled back over, getting comfortable and going back to sleep.

I didn’t know how much time had passed before I was feeling stinging on my leg followed by a female’s voice.

“Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up.”

I groaned and pulled the blanket up closer to my chin. “Five more minutes, Mom.”

“Not Mom. Lydia. Get up. You’re coming with me today.” I heard her heels clicking against the floor into my room. I was almost back asleep when I heard her come back in. “We seriously need to update your wardrobe.”

“If it’s not broke--”

“Don’t fix it,” she finished. She patted my legs once again. “It’s 7:30. Come on. Awww.”

“What?” I said, rolling to my back and rubbing my eyes. 

“You have a video message from Stiles,” she said.

I quickly sat up, grabbing my phone from her hand. I sighed when there was nothing on my screen other than the photo I have for my wallpaper. I looked up at her, an unamused look on my face. “You’re evil, you know that?” She chuckled. “Yes. Now, get up and get dressed. You’re coming with me to the high school.”

I made a face that said I didn’t want to, but did anyway. After I was dressed, I quickly sent Stiles a text.

From Emma Grace 💜: Good morning, handsome. Hope class is treating you fair today. Be good, raise your hand, and for the love all that is not supernatural in this world, pay attention. I love you, handsome 💜

Once I piled into the car with Lydia, she sparked up a conversation. “You know, you’re gonna need a whole new wardrobe if you’re gonna intern at your Mom’s firm.”

I looked over at her, head resting on the head rest, turning it back forward with my words. “She said my clothes are fine. If I put a blazer on, it’ll make it look more dressed up. I’ll just be getting coffee, organizing the filing cabinets, handing out mail, and whatever else she’ll ask me to do.”

“What if you’re interning for another lawyer?”

I shook my head, not that she could see. “She won’t let that happen. I’ll be with her because of her knowledge of the supernatural. Ya’know, just in case anything happens while you guys are still here, she’ll excuse it.”

Lydia hummed, picking up her iced coffee from the cup holder, taking a sip.

“Did you--”

“Look beside mine.”

I looked in the cup holder beside hers, seeing another iced coffee sitting there.

“With--

“With almond milk,” she said. I could hear the smile in her voice.

“Bless!” I said, picking up the cup and taking a sip. “Bless, bless, bless.”

She chuckled, shaking her head at my nonsense. 

~~~

I never made it to the high school. Instead, I got a call from my mom asking if I could come to her office to help her sort through everything and help her organize it. Of course, I said yes. I mean what child wouldn’t want to help their parent who basically gave them a job in place of college?

After thanking Lydia for the ride and the coffee, I walked into my mom’s firm, going straight for her office.

“Ya’know, it’s sad that Dad gets a small desk at the Sheriff’s Station and you get a big ass office to yourself,” I said. 

“What’s this?” she asked.

“Hm?”

She held up the open clasp folder, a sheet of paper sticking out of it.

“Oh, that,” I sassed. “A list of every supernatural creature in Beacon Hills. Starting with the high schoolers. You’re welcome.”

“Hm,” Mom said, pushing the paper in the envelope. “No, thanks.”

“Mom,” I tried.

“Mmm-mmm,” she said, shaking her head.

“You know stuff. And you’ve been supportive of having knowledge on it.” Mom started groaning in protest, but I interrupted her. “Aaaaand, that means you have to do stuff.”

“Honey, I have an obligation to serve and protect people, not eliminate all the problems of Beacon Hills. I have to run a firm, and you have to start your internship in a couple days.”

“You know the saying,” I said. “If you see something, say something.”

“Emma,” Mom said, gaining my attention. “Please, stop.”

I sighed and looked down at her desk, which caused her to sigh. “Honey, I care about you, Stiles, and your friends. But, mostly, I care about you. And you’re going to be safe, right here by my side,” she said, rounding her desk and putting her arm around my shoulders. She kissed my temple, squeezing me tightly. “Come on. We’ve got work to do.”

“Mama,” I said.

“It’s not our problem anymore, sweetheart,” Mom singsonged. She let go of my shoulders, walking towards her office door. I rounded her desk, taking the folder she had in her hand when I walked in and put it in her top left desk drawer.

Letting out a long sigh, I checked my phone.

No new notifications.

~~~

Let’s just say the hospital tonight was a freaking madhouse. Liam had texted me and asked if I could take Melissa dinner with him and Mason. And since I was like a daughter to her, I decided why the hell not. I mean, all I wanted was to get into one of Stiles’ t-shirts he left and crawl in his bed, but taking my second Mom dinner sounded pretty nice, too.

“Melissa?” I said.

“Yeah,” she said, looking over at us from the nurses station. She smiled when she saw me. “Hey. Long time, no see.”

I held up a takeout bag, a smirk on my face.

“Oh, my gosh. You three brought me dinner?” she asked. “That’s really nice.”

“No,” Mason said. “It’s not dinner.”

I looked over at Mason, a deadpan expression on my face, Melissa and I both asking, “It’s not dinner?” She looked inside the bag, exhaling, “It’s definitely not dinner.” 

“What is it?” I asked, looking into the bag. I covered my mouth, trying not to gag. “Uhm, I think you three have this, right? I’m gonna go home. I owe you dinner, Melissa.”

I turned around and booked it out of the hospital, fully ready to execute my plan.

~~~

I walked into the house, yawning ever present. “Noah? You home?” I asked.

The lights were on, so I assumed he was. But then… they went out, like flickered out. I looked to my right, scared as heck right now. “Noah?” I walked into the living room, seeing a light shining through the windows, odd shapes lining the walls.

As I walked through the living room to get to the kitchen, I started hearing noises. I wasn’t sure if they were in my head or in the house, but I wanted to investigate. I could feel that my eyes were Green ‘cause I was able to see in the dark a little bit, per one of Stiles’ many experiments.

The moment I crossed into the kitchen’s threshold, the phone rang. Yes, Sheriff still had a landline… that scared the shit out of me as it rang. I shook my head, blinking my eyes and sighing. Upon answering, all I heard was a loud squeaky dial tone.

When I turned around, I was standing in the high school. Scrunching my brows, I was so confused as to why I was here. “What?” I whispered. Then it hit me. A freaking premonition. Being part Banshee was just awesome.

I turned back around, facing the double doors. If I could go out of those doors, I should be able to-- oh hell no!

I looked to my left, seeing nothing but damn spiderwebs. Have I mentioned at all that I’m terrified of spiders?

What would Stiles do? Investigate. I took a deep breath, willing my fear down and walked towards the webs. I went to touch one, but jumped back at it shocking me and hearing a gunshot.

I walked forward some more, touching another one, hearing a woman screaming. Touching the one across the way, I heard fire crackling. Another one brought the sound of metal doors clanking. Touching more and more I heard horses neighing, people screaming, rapid gunfire, more people screaming. 

Touching the last one, I heard what sounded like a werewolf growl before a deep voice came through, saying, “You let it out. It was supposed to ride with the Hunt forever.”

I let go of the web, making my way back down the hallway, the sounds I was hearing before coming in strong, one on top of the other before I was caught in one.

Coming out of my premonition, I felt hands on me, turning me around to face them. Scott.

I took a deep breath to calm myself down, closing my eyes for a second before saying, “You guys can’t leave.”

~~~

Scott, Lydia and I rode back to Malia’s, Lydia and I discussing our premonitions. They were exactly the same, just different times. When we got to Malia’s, we ran up to her room, seeing her refresh her computer before standing and saying, “Oui, oui!” She shouldered a bag, turning to face the three of us. “No! No, no, no, no, no, no. It’s just rats. Rats and wolves and maybe a little bug problem.”

“Little bug problem?” I asked, left brow raised. “Spiders are not a little problem.”

Scott snorted next to me, causing me to elbow him in the side.

“We need you,” Lydia said.

“And I need Paris,” Malia countered.

“Malia, Paris has been around for 2,000 years,” I said. “It’s not going anywhere.”

She looked between the three of us before walking over to her bedroom window, opening it when Scott’s voice stopped her. “Malia.”

“Liam and Mason called,” Lydia said.

“And I was with them for a minute,” I said.

“Yeah,” Malia said. “They’ve got it covered.”

“We can’t make you stay, and I don’t wanna try,” Scott said.

“But we were hoping that maybe you would want to,” I said.

Standing from her crouch by her window, Malia said, “Well, I don’t.”

Scott and I sighed, saying, “Okay.” Scott moved to the left a little, letting Malia leave. She looked at me and said, “Don’t make me shine them at you.” Yeah, that got me moving. Lydia moved in front of her way, being pushed as Malia came up to her.

Malia walked out of her room, all three of us sighing and turning around before her bag landed on Scott’s chest, him catching it before it could fall on the ground. She walked back in, brows furrowed with her arms crossed. “What are we supposed to do?”

“Find a Hellhound,” Scott said.

~~~

Driving down to the high school, Scott and I sat in the front of the Jeep while Malia and Lydia sat in the back.

I sighed, and whispered, “We opened a door to another world. And something came out with us. Now we need the Hellhound to stop it.”

“So we put it back,” Malia voiced. “We’ve put things back before.”

Scott and I looked at each other, my facial expression reading yeah right.

“Why are you two looking at each other like there’s something you know that I don’t know?”

“And wasn’t I involved in that look?” Lydia added.

“It might not be that simple,” Scott said.

I hung my head for a moment before picking it back up and sighing. “We saved Stiles, we brought everyone back, but that’s not the way it’s supposed to happen. There’s always a price to pay.”

“We learned that from the Nemeton.”

“What kind of price?” Malia asked. “A big price?”

I turned my head over my shoulder, looking at Malia. “Big.”

Scott parked the Jeep in front of the sign at the high school, the four of us getting out pretty quickly. “Okay. We should move pretty quickly.”

“Do we even know what we let out?” Malia asked.

Scott and I looked at each other, him saying, “This Hellhound might be the only one who does.” He turned his head to the left for a moment before tearing off in the direction of the woods, the three of us girls running after him.

We stopped before hearing a closer roar, the four of us tearing off in that direction.

“Scott,” I said, turning my head to look at him. He looked at me, eyes wide. My eyes were glowing for one of two reasons, and I think he figured it out as he looked forward again, coming to a stop.

We all looked down at a body laying on the ground, chest slashed with claw marks, a bullet wound in the middle of his forehead, blood running down between his eyes and down the center of his nose.

“I thought you couldn’t kill a Hellhound,” Lydia said, looking over towards me and Scott.

Watching as Scott bent over to pick something up, I took a deep breath, feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out to see it was a text from Stiles. I’d read it later, I was busy right now.

When Scott stood back up, I noticed he had a bullet casing in between his fingers. “Em, look at this,” he said, showing me the casing.

A fleur-de-lis.

We looked at each other, my eyes wide with shock, both of us whispering, “Argent.”

“Then it’s true,” Lydia said.

“Then what’s true?” Malia asked. 

Lydia looked at me with a look that said that I knew what she was talking about. I guess Malia caught onto the look Lydia was currently serving me. “What else did you two hear?”

“The sound of people who’ve never lifted a hand against another human being,” we said.

“Something was killing them?” Scott asked.

Lydia stepped forward, looking at the dead Hellhound. “They were killing each other.”

~~~

Stiles <3: Hey, beautiful. Sorry it’s taking me pretty much all day to reply to you. I was in class when you texted. Then I had to come back to my dorm and start working on homework, which just so happens to be a case we’re studying. Like an actual case. I miss you like crazy. Wish you were here to help me study. And yes, I did pay attention… although I did interrupt a few times… but that’s beside the point. Anyway, hope you’ve started your internship and it’s treating you fair. I’ll talk to you super soon. I love you, beautiful.

I couldn’t help but smile with tears in my eyes as I sat down on the foot of my bed, Scott, Malia and Lydia following suit.

“What?” Scott asked.

I shook my head and stood up, walking towards my dresser and looking at the picture of Stiles and I from last summer. “Nothing. Just--” I picked up the picture frame, smirking. “Realizing how much I love and miss Stiles.” I placed the frame back down, wiping away the tear that fallen down my cheek. Turning back to face my friends, I looked at them, noticing how they were looking at me expectantly.

“I, uhm, I got a voicemail from Stiles,” Scott said, holding up his phone. “I think we should tell him what we found, what’s been happening.”

I sighed. “In case anyone forgot…” I stopped at their chuckling, pursing my lips. “Uh-huh, yeah, I just said forgot.” I sighed. “We almost lost him last time.”

“If this turns out to be something big, and we don’t call him--” Malia said.

“He’d kill us,” Scott agreed.

“Or maybe we should go back to the woods tonight and find the killer,” Malia suggested.

I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Guys.” I looked back up at the three of them, Scott looking at me already, crossing my arms.

“You guys didn’t hear his voice,” he said. “He sounded really excited to be there.”

“That’s because he is,” I said, leaning forward a little. “Look, we’re all about protecting people. That’s what this pack does. Protect people. So, I suggest that we protect him by not telling him,” I argued. I gestured towards Scott, eager to hear Stiles’ voice. “Just play it. I wanna hear his voice.”

Scott tapped his screen, Stiles’ voice sifting through the air.

“Hey, Scott. So, I’m here. I’m in Quantico, Virginia at the FBI. I’m at the freaking FBI. It’s real. I’m really here. I kind of already told Emma that I miss her and can’t wait to get home, but… listen, Scott, whatever you’re doing right now, just make sure you’re still getting out of Beacon Hills. I mean, maybe you think you can’t leave, ya’know, like, the whole thing falls apart if you're not there. Which I get, but you have to. I know you’re supposed to drive out tonight, so if you don’t call me back, just promise me you’re actually going. Just get in the Jeep and go. Uhm, Em, if you’re with Scott and listening… I love you, babe. And I know you’re probably crying right now, but… just wear one of my shirts and sleep in my bed, if you haven’t already. I’ll talk to you guys soon.”

~~~

THIRD PERSON POV

After watching Emma turn around and head back down the stairs to leave him for California, Stiles turned back around and started walking down the hallway, thinking how Emma would love being here if she wanted to be in the FBI instead of becoming a lawyer like her mom.

He sat down at the second table, taking out his binder Emma got for him and set it down on the table as the FBI Trainer in charge of the class started speaking.

“You’ll find three words on the official FBI Seal; Loyalty, Courage, Integrity. These are three qualities we expect of all our interns, the qualities we demand of you during your 6 months with us. Loyalty, courage, integrity.”

Emma also got him an index card holder, setting that down on the table in front of him as he mouth along to the last three words the Trainer said.

Turning to face the screen behind him, continuing, “You’ll join actual Federal Agents as we investigate everything from white-collar crime to terrorism--”

Clicking a couple pens and setting them down, Stiles interrupted the Trainer, asking, “International and domestic?”

The Trainer turned his head to face Stiles, saying, “Uh, yes, exactly,” before addressing the class as a whole while Stiles set his bag down beside him before grabbing his tumbler full of water. “We’re also part of task forces to catch kidnappers, murderers--”

“Serial killers?” Stiles interrupted… again.

“Yes, even serial killers.”

“Sorry, I’ll raise my hand, ya’know. I’m sorry. Keep going,” Stiles said, taking a big sip of his water.

“One recent manhunt had our Crisis Response Team chasing down a bizarrely feral unsub in the wilderness of North Carolina.”

As he twisted the cap back on the tumbler, Stiles looked up at the front of the room, seeing none other than Derek Hale running across the screen… which resulted in him spitting out all of his water, nearly spraying the girl in front of him. He covered his mouth, embarrassed by this turn of events.

“Is there a problem--” the Trainer asked, looking down at Stiles’ real name on his paper before looking back at said boy, saying, “Uh, young man?”

After swallowing what he didn’t spray out of his mouth, Stiles wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “No. Sorry, uh… just got a little excited. No problem. Little question, though, that guy up there. What’s, uh, he wanted for?”

“Murder,” the Trainer said, after glancing back at the screen.

Raising his hand, like Emma told him to, Stiles asked, ‘Is, uh… sorry. Just what kind of, uh, murder, exactly?”

Done with Stiles and his antics, the Trainer deadpanned, “Mass murder.”

With his pen in hand, Stiles was ready to take notes on this case, muttering to himself, “Emma’s gonna have a field day with this one.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A/N 2: hi, friends! i know that some people have severe nut allergies and can’t have any nut milk, like almond. since i did write this series (and really anything else unless it’s requested) for myself, that’s what i put since i drink almond milk. let me know what you thought! again, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox.

Additional Note: i probably won’t do anymore timezone reblogs from here on out since the feedback on this series has stopped, and reblogging isn’t doing shit.

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I think now's as good a time as any to share a few deets on my Magic player identity, before branching out into my other interests:

The Basics

Archetype: Johnny-Vorthos

Colour identity: Altruism 🔥🌳☀️{💧}

Top 3 Favourite formats: Limited (any style); Kitchen table; Commander (hypothetically)

"Power Nine" planes (in alphabetical order): Alara; Arcavios; Ikoria; Kaladesh; Kaldheim; Kamigawa; Ravnica; Tarkir; Zendikar

Custom sets (Magic Set Editor): Uncanny/Unfunny; Secret Vault: Heroes of Squidkid Saga; Secret Vault: Ascensions Series

Milestones

First year: 2003

First Core Set: Eighth Edition

First Large Set: Mirrodin

First Small Set: Guildpact

First Side-Set: Coldsnap

First novel: The Moons of Mirrodin

First Commander: Glissa Sunseeker

Key Factional Affiliations

Guild (Primary): Izzet League 💧🔥

Guild (Secondary): Selesnya Conclave 🌳☀️

Shard: Bant 🌳{☀️}💧

Clan (Khans timeline): Jeskai Way {💧}🔥☀️

Clan (Dragons timeline): The Ojutai ☀️{💧}

Triome: Ketria 🌳{💧}🔥

Realm (Primary): Bretagard {🌳}☀️

Realm (Secondary): Surtland 💧{🔥}

College: Prismari 💧}{🔥

Other Associations (by Plane)

Ravnica

Simic Combine 🌳💧

Azorius Senate ☀️💧

Boros Legion 🔥☀️

House Dimir 💧💀

Alara

Esper ☀️{💧}💀

Naya 🔥{🌳}☀️

New Phyrexia

Quiet Furnace 🔥

Progress Engine 💧

Innistrad

Kessig 🔥{🌳}

Tarkir

Temur Frontier {🌳}💧🔥

Mardu Horde {🔥}☀️💀

The Dromoka 🌳{☀️}

The Silumgar 💧{💀}

Amonkhet

Trial of Knowledge 💧

Trial of Solidarity ☀️

Ixalan

River Heralds 🌳💧

Brazen Coalition 💧💀🔥

Eldraine

Ardenvale ☀️

Garenbrig 🌳

Ikoria

Raugrin 💧{🔥}☀️

Zagoth 💀{🌳}💧

Kaldheim

Istfell {☀️}💧

Starnheim ☀️{💀}

Gnottvold {🔥}🌳

Arcavios

Silverquill ☀️}{💀

Lorehold 🔥}{☀️

New Capenna

The GWU Family 🌳☀️💧

Planeswalker Friends List

Karn {⚪}

Elspeth Tirel {☀️}

Will Kenrith {💧}

Liliana Vess {💀}

Rowan Kenrith {🔥}

Vivien Reid {🌳}

Teferi {☀️💧}

Tezzeret {💧💀}

Angrath {💀🔥}

Arlinn Kord {🔥🌳}

Ajani Goldmane {🌳☀️}

Sorin Markov {☀️💀}

Ral Zarek {💧🔥}

Vraska {💀🌳}

Nahiri {🔥☀️}

Kiora {🌳💧}

Tamiyo {🌳☀️💧}

_________ {☀️💧💀}

#####_##### {💧💀🔥}

_________ {💀🔥🌳}

Huatli {🔥🌳☀️}

_________ {🔥☀️💀}

Sarkhan Vol {🌳💧🔥}

_________ {☀️💀🌳}

Narset {💧🔥☀️}

Nissa Revane {💀🌳💧}

_________ {💧💀🔥🌳}

_________ {💀🔥🌳💧}

Me {🔥🌳☀️💧}

_________ {🌳☀️💧💀}

_________ {☀️💧💀🔥}

_________ {☀️💧💀🔥🌳}

Planeswalker Friend List Deets (How We Friended Each Other)

Met him on my first 'walk to Mirrodin. Apparently he created it himself!

Heard about her on Bant, and decided to see if I could find her so I could learn more about being an altruist. Told she was slain, so my trail went cold, but they were SO wrong about that!

Met him while studying on Arcavios... HOO boy, THAT was a mess! Anyway, he helped save the plane, so good on him.

Friended her a while back after she failed to seduce me (turns out there are limitations to charm magic when the intended target isn't that into you).

Twin sister of #3, with both sharing the same spark. Must be awkward if one decides to 'walk while the other's in the middle of something important like... I 'unno, peeing I guess?

For some reason, liking the natural world to any extent warrants a friend request from her. That and having a connection with animals.

Heard about my affinity for time, and so he tracked ME down! This is AFTER I spent a while tracking down info on the "Great Mender", though I thought it was a specialist on healing magic, heheh...

Friended him when he was still... sane, I guess? This thing's glitching out for some reason, so I can't delete it. Probably should visit that gadgeteer on Kamigawa to get it repaired...

Asked to friend me after overhearing that I don't eat beef or wear cowskin... then swore fiery, forgey vengeance on me if I EVER come onto his daughters. PRETTY sure there's no danger of that even if they're human, so... yay?

Saw me blundering through Ulvenwald and asked if I were worried about the wolves, to which I innocently replied with "What's wrong with wolves?" She led me to safety (aka a different plane) as a thank you for being so kind.

THIS is the life mage I was trying to find! I eventually tracked him to a book club or something on Kamigawa. The Nacatl of Naya called him "a hideously gruff, ill-mannered, insatiably berserk rebel", but I see him as kind, wise, and calm.

Kinda unsettling at first, but let's just say that putting the Greater Good first and foremost reveals an unseen side of this seemingly snobbish gentleman.

My first 'walk to Ravnica was... let's say "tumultuous". Actually, let's also say it was "accidentally crashed into an Izzet laboratory-ish". This guy said I was an automatic shoe-in to become a member of his guild, but he also advised me to consider whether I wanted to get tied to one plane. I was too busy staring at his... uh... eyes to remember what I said, or how he was added to my friends list.

Friended me later that day, in fact. Turns out a simple, sincerely friendly "Hi!" is enough to win her over... though she DID admit to almost turning me into a statue for being too close at first.

She was dealing with an emotional conundrum, so I offered some advice: "Just be true to yourself, and vent those pent-up emotions. Holding onto them isn't healthy, and your needs matter just as much as others' do." Hopefully she's in a better state of mind than before.

For some reason, liking the natural world to any extent warrants a friend request from her. That and having a connection with the seas and skies... wait... did I do this one already?

Met her through Ajani's book club... well, she's the host of said book club, so friending her was a no-brainer.

To be added...

Weird... why is this now playing up...? Was someone already on here? I should ask Denkimoto to look at this, too...

To be added...

Met her in book club. Turns out she's some form of skald from a plane called "EESH-a-lahn". I tried finding it, but no-one's ever heard of it, OR a city on that plane called "or-RATS-kuh", which is supposedly made of gold...

To be added...

Met him through a member of the book club, though he's not really into books. He does, however, like DRAGONS! I just had to visit their home plane, which is filled with so many kinds of dragon. Any fan of dragons is a friend of his, apparently. He also had a good chuckle at my "Hi, Khan!" joke, so it's now our informal greeting (his is "Oh, Zed!", cos it sounds like "O. Zed").

To be added...

This is the book club member via whom I indirectly met #23. She loves learning, and is currently delving into the ancient history of her people, "a time before the dragons"... which seems kinda familiar.

For some reason, liking the natural world to any extent warrants a friend request from her. That and having a connection with the elements... okay, this is DEFINITELY the third time I've posted this, I'm sure of it!

To be added...

To be added...

No idea why there even NEEDS to be a slot for my own contact details, but...

To be added...

To be added...

To be added...

[ao3feed-peterstiles]

Pen Pals Have Feelings, Too

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by IndraraSkye

This is a prequel to my "Caledonia" stories. Stiles lands himself a mysterious pen pal while he's attending GWU in Washington, DC. Being Stiles, he falls for his nameless stalker and enters into a quasi-relationship with them. You can probably already see where this is headed.

Words: 18672, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 5 of Caledonia

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale, Mentions of Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Sheriff Stilinski, mentions of Melissa McCall, mentions of Lydia Martin, Mentions of Malia Tate - Character

Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: pen pals to lovers?, Future Fic, Stiles is smart but clueless, Magical Stiles Stilinski, Daddy Kink, Sugar Daddy Peter Hale, stalking may occur, Praise Kink, monster dildoes, fellating of dildoes on video, Explicit Sexual Content, To Be Continued, Peter's version of wooing someone is weird, insert appropriate tag here, enter at your own risk, this work is not fit for MidnightThoughts

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Student Spotlight: Colin Chiarodo

Colin Chiarodo is a full-time MBA student and a member of the Steers Center for Global Real Estate. Prior to business school, he was a Superintendent for Clark Construction Group.  During his career, he led high performing teams through the construction and completion of over $1.6 billion in commercial real estate projects including Waterview, 2200 Pennsylvania Ave, GWU Science and Engineering Hall, The Museum of the Bible, and The Wharf.  

What internship have you lined up for the summer? This summer I will be working as a development associate for Boston Properties in their D.C. office.  I am fortunate to have the opportunity; ironically I built their headquarters while working for Clark! What are your long term career goals? I am interested in gaining exposure to as many facets of real estate development as possible.  Long term, I aspire to be either a leader at an institutional developer in Washington, or perhaps a principal of a more entrepreneurial development venture. Part of my MBA motivation was to help my wife launch her dental practice.  Real estate will be an important part of that.  My dream would be to independently develop a medical office property with her as an anchor tenant.

What is your favorite class? Real Estate Private Equity was my favorite class this year.  Matt Cypher, director of the Steers Center, is the professor for that class.  He is very involved and engaged in demonstrating real estate dynamics and how to understand and value the underlying assets.  Matt goes a long way to engage real estate professionals to enhance the classroom experience.  Ron Kravit, GU alumnus and former co-head of Cerberus Capital Management’s Real Estate investing group, prepared and led one of our case based classes this semester. Why did you choose McDonough? The students are very supportive of each other, not only in real estate, but also throughout the entire program.  My classmates have taken considerable time to help me on assignments, projects, career advice, and interview preparation.  It is a great community to be a part of. Prior to business school, I knew I wanted to pursue a career in real estate and it was important for me to find an institution that had the resources to support my career goals.  Matt Cypher is a tireless advocate for his students and a great teacher.  He brings a lot of enthusiasm to the program and showed a genuine interest in me as I was in the process of evaluating MBA programs.   Lastly, Georgetown is located in Washington D.C., a gateway real estate market.  I have fantastic access to hundreds of real estate professionals, am able to network in person and find numerous career opportunities — all within 20 minutes of the Hilltop! What resources have you tapped at the Steers Center?

There is an extensive and highly engaged alumni community through the Steers Center. You can find someone at almost any real estate company that went to Georgetown.  Every alumni that I have reached out to while at Georgetown has been generous with their time, willing to meet with me, provide advice, and help me when they can. The Steers Center has a mentorship program available to students if they choose, and I recently had my first meeting with my alumni mentor.  This provides a great opportunity to obtain insightful career advice on a more regular basis. GRES (Georgetown Real Estate Society) focuses on educational events, particularly in the first semester of your first year.  This was very helpful in preparing me for real estate electives, interview preparation, and conversations with potential employers.   What achievements are you proud of from your time at McDonough? Being an ambassador of Georgetown University and the Steers Center!  I think my most indelible accomplishment is enhancing the experience of my colleagues.  Most recently, I secured Ray Ritchey as a speaker for our Executive Lecture Series, and will be interviewing him in April. We will discuss how Ray became involved in real estate, critical moments in his career that contributed to his success, business strategy at his firm, as well as macro-economic and industry trends. Over his 40 year career, Ray has been a fixture of the Washington D.C. real estate community.  Although it is a testament to his generosity, it feels good to be able to connect the program with people who have had such an outsized impact on the region and the community.

[mj-skyair-star]

█🕹️👾🎮Chapter 9: The Result░▒▓█

March 29th 2036, Saturday, 7:31 a.m. (Third Person P.O.V) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Attention is immediately drawn to the brown-painted double door behind Airis and Techblast. Of course, it was a bot that burst into the openly average cafeteria, unexpectedly. It was Kitt, except it wasn't unexpected to Airis since she had assumed he would tell the group rather than Qute.

The dark brown-haired girl and the leader of TCF turned to face the young bot while the rest of 'The Cosmic Five' and Jet Greez (who had just returned from somewhere that nobody seemed to have noticed he'd vanished out of the blue. Other than Airis, who has the whole time. Despite meeting Jet in real life for the first time, Airis still has a small amount of disconcerted feeling whenever she sees him or is forced to acknowledge his presence. Furthermore, she could see the suspicion surrounding him, a walking red flag. Jet left the cafeteria around the time 'The Cosmic Five' tried to cheer her up. The way he left was sceptical). Despite Airis' desire to speak about the anti, it wasn't the appropriate time due to her thoughts of Oscar. Plus, Jet hadn't done anything mischievous to betray her and the rest of the group. Well, not yet, or at least she hopes he never does.

All of the bots gathered on the silver bench to hear the news.

Almost all of them were hungry for answers, especially Airis.

"What is the result, Kitt?" Mechtra is the first to speak.

To find out how the yellow bot would respond, he looked through the tablet of results he had brought with him.

"Well, I took a bit of a blood sample from Oscar and the result... It's..."- He paused out of trepidatious, knowing that Airis didn't seem to be in a positive mood about Oscar at the moment. Even so, he knew that he had to be truthful, which would make her more anxious for Oscar... It's not like he has any other choice. Eventually, Kitt gained some courage to get it off his chest. "It's vastly deadly to humans. After Qute scanned him, she told me that the poison is increasing far more rapidly than a robot getting affected," Kitt then showed the diagram of Oscar's body, pointing the red marking of where it started (the left shoulder) up to the red marking of where the poison is up to from the grey, hologram tablet.

... My God...

The infection spread across the neck, arms, and close to the chest where his heart is located. It certainly doesn't show any promising signs at all.

"Just as I thought," Jet Greez spoke, sounding a touch apathetic. "It would also mean he'd be dead pretty soon," ... The rest of the bots stared at him- eh- more like glared at him immediately.

As for Airis, she had her head down to her sneakers. Unknown to tell how she was feeling of what he said. This is because Jet is on the opposite side of Airis and Tech from the cafeteria bench. In other words, Airis has her back towards him the whole time so he and the others (but Tech) couldn't see her facial expression, and somehow Jet completely forgot about her feeling sorrowful over Oscar.

For the first time in Jet's life, he had a sense of feeling that he made a HUGE mistake- on the inside, he rarely expressed it on the outside. Usually, he wouldn't be too concerned about any current events. He also likes to wrath anyone as a joke, especially for no reason... but now that he's on Real Earth... It felt different...

SLAM!

"J3T 6R332!" Tech scolded as his robotic hands slammed on the metal, shiny table- pretty much dense it by accident- while simultaneously standing up from the bench chair, leaving Jet baffled and startled.

"What? What I'm saying-..."- Now he realised- "Oh..." He would admit that he completely forgot that Airis is a sensitive person, including that he had heard the sound of her cries.

Then again, it's bizarre that he somehow forgot about it since he's, after all, a robot. Robots remember everything.

"YOU IMBECILE!" Obus yelled as well, just as upset as his leader, and grabbed him by the black neckerchief to pull him up close to his face, showing his teeth gritting together and pure, flaming, raging eyes.

Jet laughed skittishly until he began to try to fix his inadvertent mistake quickly.

"I-I apologise, I wasn't intending to upset her," his sincereness wasn't convincing anyone.

"If you'd used your tin can brain, YOU WOULDN'T NEED TO UPSET THE POOR GIRL!!"

"That's enough! And let him go Obus, you know he's the type of bot to hook anyone to make them enraged at him," Mechtra interrupts since she knows the almost controlling bot is thinking to beat the living shit out of Jet.

"But I'm really sincere! Honest!" Jet objected, causing Obus to tighten his grip and growl lowly until-

"Everyone!" The orange bot got everyone's attention except Airis', who is in her space thinking about Oscar's impending death, and possibly thinking that it's her fault for leaving him behind, again. Something that Techblast wasn't too pleased about because the human girl was getting better before. Thanks to Jet foolishly mentioning Oscar most likely dying everything is back to square one. Now Tech is praying to the soul stars that things will move in the right direction. "Kitt might have some more news to share," Through the tone of Grezzer's voice it was calm yet sorry.

Why is that? Easy to answer.

The group turned to the scared innocent bot. Kitt's expression was 'the first-time encounter with a ghost'. The sight of him made Tech and Obus feel entirely guilty about what had just happened. Techblast reverts to being serious about the situation and Obus lets go of Jet (he will let Jet off the hook, however, Jet won't get away with it the next time. A side note: Jet is relieved that he's not dead).

Everyone moves on... Well, almost everyone. Airis may still be stuck in her own world.

Tech coughs as a sign of moving on.

"... Is there a cure?" The leader asked Kitt with an awkward look.

Meanwhile, Kitt was still a tad shocked but he was able to answer-

"Yes, there is," Airis suddenly answered instead of Kitt, which isn't something Kitt expected at all.

He was also taken aback to hear that there was actually a cure... Well, he already knew that. What Kitt was going to say is that there is a cure, but there wouldn't be enough time to create one since Ugiz-zo's poison was to make sure that the victim would die rapidly, faster than any other deadly poison. That's the reason why he was nervous from the beginning.

The more pertinent question for him and everyone else would be; how did she know that there is a cure? Other than Jet Greez, he already has an idea.

The girl in the white jumper with the colourful writing 'Free to be me' can tell there are many eyes on her. She figured that they might be as shocked as Kitt.

Airis' attitude became serious about the situation rather than crying about it. The reason for it was that she completely understood Tech's words about negative thoughts. She wants to not let anxiety get in the way. Although she knew that it isn't going to be easy, she mastered successfully controlling her emotions for once, only for once.

Airis tilted her head up.

"There is?" Tech questioned with an eyebrow raised.

The girl nodded.

"Yes. Slaytrap told me that Ugiz had created a cure, and he showed it to me. It's the small black bottle that's around his neck,"

"What a coincidence, I thought it was an accessory," Grezzer laughed, happy to hear that there is a cure after all, and equally perplexed since he didn't think the necklace was a bottle with a cure inside.

"That is going to be a problem," attention shifted to Jet Greez. "U91Z-Z0 could be anywhere. We tried tracking the 'bad team' down before, thanks to the location being covered by security. It was no use,"

"Actually, I did manage to track him down," Kitt remarked, causing a sense of revelation from the others.

"Are you saying he's out of the safe zone?"

"Correct! While I was researching the poison, I was also tracking Ugiz at the same time, for great ambition to find him... I didn't know why but I had the 'sense of feeling' to do it, by luck, I found him at Health Space near Cranbourne Park Shopping centre," once again, Kitt used the tablet to show all of them the map of the area where Ugiz-zo is this time, while Airis was thrown by what Kitt meant by Health Space.

There's no such place in her home world but the video game characters'... Unless...

The girl's Hazel eyes studied closely at the hologram map.

Ten seconds later, her brain cells finally clicked.

"Oh, you mean Chemist Warehouse?" She corrected Kitt while her thin eyebrow raised.

"Well, yes, but it was now changed to the Health Space,"

"Huh? What do you mean??" Another question running through her mind was why would Ugiz-zo be over there? It didn't make any sense at all because he wasn't badly injured. Also, why on earth is Chemist Warehouse now called Health Space? Is it just something they call, or just a preference? She was so confused.

"As I told you before Airis, questions will be answered once we help your friend," the leader told her.

"Why?"

"So your friend doesn't ask the same question as yours," Mechtra answered.

"Fair enough," Airis nodded, understanding the reason.

"Is there anyone with him?" Tech asked Kitt.

"Drillbit, Crowby and Scrap Metal are there too," the 'Cosmic Five leader headed towards the yellow bot and stood next to him to face the rest of us.

"Does it really have to be Crowby and Scrap?" Reluctant, Airis thought to herself as well as a hint of chills running down her spine at the two specific names being mentioned.

You could tell that she didn't want to see those two again.

"Alright team," Techblast announced, being the capable leader of the group. "We have a survivor who is at risk and needs our help to save him. The only bot who has the cure and isn't alone outside of the safe zone is U91Z-Z0. Me, Grezzer and Obus will depart and retrieve the cure while the rest of you-"

"I'm coming too," the girl with two pigtails declared and stood with confidence. The group stared in disbelief and fear at the young girl, nonetheless, Tech seemed more concerned than incredulous about her sudden willingness to volunteer. Don't get him wrong, he appreciates any help, but there are some circumstances which are: It's a major risk for Airis to be out there, he can guarantee that the villains would be using location tracking from their end along with some spy cameras. Tech decided to tell her not to come in a polite manner. "That is thoughtful of you, Airis, but it's too dangerous. The bad guys could easily kidnap you, especially Crowby," even though Techblast tries to urge her not to tag along, it won't work no matter what.

Airis is too stubborn because she's more determined than anything else to save her cru- friend's life. (Since Clifton is possibly not around) Oscar is the only friend she has left... There is no way she's gonna accept losing another one.

"So what? My friend is about to die. Soon. I need to get that cure!"

"Revenge will cause you more pain-" Airis holds up an index finger in front of Tech's face.

"My dude, I'm sorry but let me stop you right there... No offence meant, but everyone hears this type of talk about revenge all the time, so yes, I know being revengeful will accomplish nothing. My tagalong is not seeking revenge,"- she lowers her hand down- "I'm tagging along for help. Help told me to save Oscar. That's what it wanted. I'm not going to sit around and what? Feel extremely anxious again? Finding out Oscar died and me having to live the rest of my life amidst deep, heartbreaking grief? The only way I can feel revengeful is after moving on from the death of Oscar. If he dies," ...

Techblast.exe has stopped working.

No one else spoke, meaning no comments were made...

"Captain... I think she should come with you," Mechtra suggested, causing the rest of us to focus on her.

Obus didn't like the sound of this, not one bit. Since he also doesn't like the idea of putting a child at risk either. Dealing with Oscar is sort of less stressful than dealing with saving a life and kidnap.

"Have you lost your screws and bolts, Mechtra!?" Obus exclaimed.

"Never thought I'd say this but... Obus is right. Have you really lost it?" Grezzer agreed with Obus.

The purple female bot wore a serious look.

"Look, I don't want her to find out her friend's death wish being granted. I can already see it happening. Besides, her dog seems strong and brave enough to help and protect Airis. I think she'll be ok as long as she's with him or with you and the other two,"

Woof!

"So, what do you think Captain?" Kitt asked out of curiosity how this event is turning out.

Everyone glances at Tech for an answer.

At the moment, he seemed merely to be thinking about it. However, when he glanced at Airis, he noticed her pleading look, which is nearly difficult to ignore... Up until he sighed, a sign that he had given in.

"I suppose you can come..."

"This could also show how capable this kid is. Despite the fact that she doesn't have any superpowers or... I'll think more about this,"

"Yes!" Airis cheered as she pumped her fist in the air.

Obus' jaw dropped.

"WHAT!? Are you serious!? You're willing to let that human child come with us!? What kind of a leader are you?!" Techblast shows his second-in-command a sharp reassuring smirk.

"Yes, Obus. I am. but we mustn't stand around any longer or argue. We have a friend to save," ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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[hivforum]

Hi. It would be good to get your view on the recent research from Johns Hopkins and GWU into 'defective proviruses' in the context of HIV. Is it good news or terrible news, which challenges our view on how HIV should be measured?

This research demonstrates that defective proviruses accumulate rapidly during acute HIV infection, and in fact come to predominate, far outnumbering functional virus. Because they’re defective, the proviruses cannot replicate into actual HIV virus, but they get counted when we use standard techniques to estimate the latent reservoir, the biggest obstacle to cure. On  the surface, that sounds like a good thing: the actual viral reservoir may be smaller than we thought.  But while defective, the proviruses are not necessarily harmless. They can have negative effects on the immune system, possibly wearing it out while “distracting it” from fighting the real virus. 

The news is not immediately good. Whether it’s terrible depends on whether you thought we were on a speedy path to a cure (we’re not) or whether you anticipated a series of setbacks along the way (you should).  In the end, we’re better off accumulating knowledge about how HIV does what it does, even if it presents us with challenges and obstacles to an eventual cure.

#defective provirus

[flynncenter]

Spotlight on Craig Maravich

By Jessica Handrik, Flynn Center Education Director

This Flynn Teaching Artist feature originally appeared in the Flynn Marquee, the Flynn’s membership magazine. Read about becoming a Flynn member at flynncenter.org.

During my first week here at the Flynn, this fall, I had two key experiences: observing middle and high school students engrossed in a Macbeth matinee and my participation in the Community Play Reading Series, joining college students and community members to read Anna Deveare Smith’s Twilight: LA. 

In both of these contexts, Craig Maravich was present, on stage as Macbeth and as the curator and co-facilitator of the play reading. As the week progressed, I noticed that Craig was teaching the inaugural semester of the Flynn Adult Acting Ensemble and contributing to our Community Catalyst project, a cross-sector community engagement initiative.

As I get to know my new home, I am continually impressed by the multiple hats that Vermonters, including teaching artists, wear as they collaborate to keep the arts at the center of civic life in the state.

A recent conversation with Maravich deepened my understanding of how a Flynn teaching artist impacts our community. Maravich, a visiting assistant professor in the theatre department at Middlebury College and an adjunct professor of voice and speech at UVM, holds his M.F.A. in classical acting from the Academy for Classical Acting at the Shakespeare Theatre/GWU. Since 2010, he’s been a member of the Bread Loaf Acting Ensemble and has been a member of Actor’s Equity for over a decade. After several years performing in New York and in regional theater, Maravich has made Vermont his full-time home.

“There’s such an overlap of people in the arts community,” he says in regard to what being a teaching artist in Vermont is like. “It’s unique being in a small state. We really support each other.”

Maravich is also struck by how many people contribute in several ways to the artistic and cultural life here. He likens this balance of multiple roles to a threelegged stool: “One leg is as a performer and engaging in the community in that way. Another is my teaching artist work through the Flynn. The other side of it is academia. I’m finding that all of this informs me as an artist, because when I teach, it informs how I think about theater. It informs the kind of theater I want to create. I could never develop in that way solely being an actor. And then from a practical standpoint, financially, you know, I just need those pieces in order to sustain a life.”

Discussing the relationship between teaching and performing, Maravich underscores teaching’s role as a creative act. “I use my experience of being on stage and carving an artistic life,” he says.

“There is something creative in trying to make those experiences accessible to a group of students.”

Maravich likens the contribution he wants to make as a teacher to the Flynn’s mission of expanding the arts regionally.

“The Flynn is a touchstone for me,” he says. “It allows me to make a contribution artistically and continue an ongoing dialog within my artistic and greater community.”

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[whenpraxisbecomesunbearable]

Yesterday, a story came to light on how a nursing aide at Mount Carmel was admitted to the same psychiatric hospital for four days after an argument with one of her superiors. The woman was placed under constant observation—including being accompanied while in the bathroom and shower—and while in the hospital, she received a letter informing her that disciplinary action would be taken against her.

The nurse in question admitted her wrong-doing, and apologised to her superior. However, the superior alleged that the nurse had psychiatric problems on the basis of a report from one person who allegedly overheard her uttering suicidal thoughts, and that she does not want to work with her any more. The health authorities claim that the woman was admitted voluntarily but she denied this claim and said that she only signed the admission document once she was told that if she did not do so, then a care order will be issued, which would mean that she will remain at the hospital for ten days instead of four. An independent psychiatrist found that the nurse was in full control of her thoughts when the argument with her superior happened.

All this info was shared by Jeremy Camilleri, the General Workers Union secretary for the public sector, during a press conference held yesterday. Camilleri has been following up this case on behalf of this nursing aide, and after exhausting discussions with the health authorities, Mount Carmel management, the Health ministry, and the mental health commissioner, Camilleri is now appealing to the Health minister Chris Fearne for his intervention.

This is indeed a strange and tragic story. We need not enter into the specific details of what the argument between the two Mount Carmel staff was about to deduce that something about this incident is very wrong. There is also something very tragically symbolic and sadly ironic about this story. One could say that this is just a one-off incident. But in reality, this incident is symptomatic of wider concerns. This story can serve as an analogy for how contestation, critique and resistance are all too often side-lined as “unreasonable” and “extremist”, if not “mad”.

Anyone who has worked one day in their life will know the feeling of helplessness that most employees feel. Work sucks life out of you, and often leaves you with a great sense of frustration. Many individuals claim to actually start living once they leave their grey office. Many are those who know what it’s like to not feel valued or listened to; or to even get the chance to speak in the first place. Most work places are governed by and through apathy, lethargy and inertia.

This article first appeared on Isles of the Left here.

In such situations, work and life uneasily blend together. One is expected not to bring one’s life and one’s life problems into the office. In an institution, you are first and foremost an employee, not a full person. The institution does not really want to see your self, but mainly wants to see you complete the tasks assigned. Indeed, to complete more tasks than you actually can or want.

If you start to reflect further on the rules that govern working spaces, or to voice resistance, or to demand things to be otherwise, trouble will start. “Watch your attitude”; “don’t answer back”; or—the best one—“be reasonable and realistic!” Day in, day out, many people face this bullshit. What’s worse, most people have to put up with this bullshit, fake their smiles, and continue being uncomfortable. Most people have to fit the mould. It’s not worth the hassle to resist. It’s too tiring, burdensome, and marginalising, many think. And one wouldn’t blame them because it’s quite true. Not many bosses appreciate critical minds. And even fewer bosses admit or acknowledge power relations in work places, or politicise their practices.

It’s very easy to brush off “difficult” individuals as uncooperative wackos. And some indeed are so. But many aren’t. Many simply feel trapped in their work place, or feel like they have no alternatives. Or feel like the stresses of life are too big and exhausting. Incidentally (or perhaps not), the nursing aide at the centre of the Mount Carmel drama is a mother (presumably, of dependents) and the sole breadwinner in her family. The latter point is crucial. Being the sole breadwinner of a family entails many pressures—even if unconsciously. “What would happen if I’m suddenly injured or unable to work?,” one would think. Now, imagine this woman, working in a high pressure place of work with so many difficulties and structural problems associated with it (read more about this here), having trouble with her superior (for reasons we do not know), and lashing out, perhaps aggressively, perhaps inappropriately. We don’t know, and it’s not the most important piece of information in this story.

The crux of the problem is how the individual with the superior position of power chose to wield her power. Not in an empowering way, nor in a generous way. But in the utmost shameful way. That is, in a manner intended to strip the individual of credibility, legitimacy and critical voice. Even if the nursing aide did indeed have psychiatric problems (this does not seem to be verified yet), it is unacceptable that—overnight—the individual is transferred from employee to resident of the same ward, under the care of individuals who just a few hours before were her colleagues. The GWU secretary himself highlighted that, in such circumstances, an alternative place should have been found.

Even the logic of the superior does not hold: even if we accept that the nursing aide had psychiatric problems, thus needing attention and internment, why would she claim that she does not want to work with her again, presumably after she is out of the hospital? Why would the superior—a top agent in the psychiatric field—think that an individual who perhaps wronged her due to a psychiatric problem claim that she does not want to work with her again in the future? Why stigmatise the mental health issues rather than work through them? In this case, this is even more aggravating since the superior works with clients with mental health issues, and should be removing the stigma surrounding mental health issues rather than perpetuating it.

What irked me the most in this story is how such reactions reflect broader concerns related to how dissent is dealt with. Such a gesture by the superior aimed to shame and humiliate the nursing aide; not because being a resident at Mount Carmel is shameful—NOT AT ALL—but because if the superior wished to ameliorate the mental health situation of the nurse, then she would have done the necessary arrangements to ensure that the nurse is taken care of in another institution. The message that the superior wanted to send is that the behaviour of the nursing aide—presumably this was a saga which had been going on for some time—had thus been irrational, illogical, uncalled for, the implication being that the problem was the individual, not the reality she may have been reacting against.

This gesture was another gesture in a series of gestures wielded by people in power to dismiss dissent. Here are a couple of examples: just think of men who brush off sexual harassment accusations (when they’re clearly true) as just play or as exaggerated. Just think of people who dismiss rape victims as liars or as blameworthy. Just think of immigrants facing nauseating state bureaucracy, social inequality, marginalisation, poverty and racism who respond aggressively one fine day, seemingly unprovoked. Think of environmentalists who are dismissed as “unrealistic” or “extremists” when they oppose projects such as last week’s monster. Prime Minister Joseph Muscat has sometimes used this technique to dismiss critics of his economic vision as “unrealistic”.

“You have to compromise”, the adults in the room say. If “compromise”, “being rational” and “realism” are placeholder terms for “adapt to the current system that perpetuates inequalities and silences people,” then some of us would rather remain unreasonable, unrealistic and extremist people who demand the impossible.

This article first appeared on Isles of the Left here.

[exploremars]

Repost from @kowalskinat0r using @RepostRegramApp - Today is the premiere of The First, a new TV series about a team of astronauts that become the first humans to visit Mars! In honor of this, here's a picture of me with Beau Willimon, the creater and one of the executive producers of the show, at the Humans to Mars Summit 2018 this past May at GWU! Thanks for the pic @beauwillimon ! Looking forward to watching the show! #thefirst #humans2mars #h2m #mars #gwu #gwualum #aspiringastronaut #space #nasa #humanstomars #spacex #elonmusk #science #stem #stemeducation #aerospaceengineering #aerospace #WomenInAerospace #womeninstem #WomenInEngineering #sls #spacelaunchsystem #orion #beauwillimon #astronaut #takemetomars #spaceexploration #almostfamous #futureastronaut https://www.instagram.com/p/BnueeNRhY-W/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1ukqwqm0hmdfd

#thefirst #humans2mars #h2m #mars #gwu #gwualum #aspiringastronaut #space #nasa #humanstomars #spacex #elonmusk #science #stem #stemeducation #aerospaceengineering #aerospace #womeninaerospace #womeninstem #womeninengineering #sls #spacelaunchsystem #orion #beauwillimon #astronaut #takemetomars #spaceexploration #almostfamous #futureastronaut

[digitalparentpodcast-blog]

Video Game Addiction with Dr. Clifford Sussman

New research indicates that video game addiction is a real thing! On a recent episode of the Digital Parent Podcast, Dr. David Greenfield discussed video game addiction with teens and athletes.  On this episode we wanted to do a deep dive into video game addiction.

Child Psychiatrist Dr. Clifford Sussman joins the show to discuss video game addiction and some of the consequences he sees in his practice. Dr. Sussman and I discussed options for treatment and how parents can afford to pay for treatment.

Dr. Sussman is on the volunteer faculty at GWU medical school, where he serves as a Clinical Instructor in Psychiatry and Behavioral Sciences. He has presented to parents, students, staff, and clients  on multiple topics including Digital Technology Addiction, parenting and mentoring adoptive and foster children, psychopharmacology, psychotherapy, ADHD, and Autism.

He has been on multiple expert panels discussing digital technology addiction with various schools around the region and is planning multiple presentations on this topic for the 2017 annual AACAP meeting in Washington, DC. He is currently developing an animated series of youtube videos to provide psychoeducation on digital technology addiction.

Click HERE for the show notes.

Check out this episode!