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[throwaway-yandere]

Apotheosis Upon Your First Feast (Yandere!Wanderer & Pantalone/Reader)

Commissioned by: @leftdestiny-posts/@eternally-frozen (ilysm. Feel free to kill me later lmao)

unreliable synopsis: After being reassigned to Vanarana when your previous coworker became the Acting Grand Sage, with the help of Ararycan, you reunited met a wanderer on an abandoned machine. Unfortunately for someone, your childhood friend "Pantalone" has ears and eyes everywhere. (Avoid this fic if you’re not a fan of dark content. It’s not too dark but your mental health matters!) 

IMPORTANT NOTE: Please use the InteractiveFics extension and change “(Y/n)” to whatever name you want, “[Wanderer]” to his chosen name, and lastly, also change “(wood/salt)” to… whichever option you feel like. It’s a surprise mechanic *wink*. If you're reading this on a phone, just pick between wood or salt right now, keep your choice in mind and commit to it : )

Afterwards, would you be so kind as to answer this fun poll after reading the fic? Danke ♡

“Why doesn't Nara (Y/n) eat what Arasaka prepares for them? Does Nara (Y/n) lack appetite lately?”

“O-Oh, well, that’s…” You paused, looking down at the broth, “in all honesty, your cooking tastes bland…”

“H-Huh?!”

Time had passed since Lesser Lord Kusanali's official ascent to power and now is the fifth month since you first made friends with the Aranaras. Many events took place before you found your pyro vision becoming Arasaka's torch as they cooked– and if any of your coworkers saw you now, they probably wouldn’t identify you as Alhaitham’s (only) friend and Ex-Sage Azar’s lazy employee.

Maybe they would've if you helped Alhaitham and his teammates secure Sumeru’s future.

Sure, your name isn’t listed in the coup d’etat, but that’s only because you wished for the Akademiyan scholars to make the epiphany for themselves. As Azar’s ex-assistant, you laid low from projects as a prerequisite so that the populace may acquire a personality of their own to make the nation truly deserving of the title “Land of Wisdom.” 

Alas, that did not happen.

Alhaitham’s tactics were not wrong, but you felt like his group spoonfed Sumeru citizens with the Fatui’s crimes rather than having their own realizations. It did not feel like growth to you. It felt like the people casually learned from a one-sitting textbook rather than a hands-on experiment when they should’ve personally learned how minacious blind ambitions could be. In turn, he argued that your ideas were barbaric and that scholars revolting was not in the realm of possibility– hence, you did not lend your aid. Perhaps your inaction had pissed him off, but it’s more likely that he finds that sending you to Varanara was ideal for his workload. 

And in some strange domino effect, refraining from helping a coup d’etat meant eating the tasteless food known to man.

Since you were personally assigned a senseless task to patrol and report weather patterns in the area (which is unnecessary and quite frankly boring), you had befriended the infamous aranaras children from Port Ormos hear stories about. 

But the mundanity doesn’t hurt your pride as a graduate scholar. It's been fun so far.

“I'm sorry, 'Saka, it's just that I think your food lacks a bit of salt–"

"ASSISTANT (Y/N), THERE YOU ARE!!!"

Both of you flinched, causing Arasaka to topple over. The sound hurts. You snapped your neck towards the sound. An adventurer– Baharak– stood with both hands wrapped on her bag's shoulder straps with a silly grin on her face.  

… You’re turning the setting of your hearing aids down.

“Baharak, it’s been a while,” you spoke. “Would you mind not yelling whenever you call for me?”

“Oops– Sorry (Y/n)! I mean– sorry, Assistant (Y/n).”

Changing her volume doesn’t undo the pain she inflicted on your ears. Gently, you pushed Arasaka behind an elevated jag of root to cover them. To escape suspicion, you continued to stare at Baharak while feigning sleepiness.

“What are you here for?”

“The Forest Watcher received a letter addressed to you. The sender doesn’t have a name again, it just has the coin-seal thing.”

“Please hand it over.”

“Aight!– I mean, alright.”

After dismissing the loud adventurer and giving her spare mora as thanks, you waited until she was out of sight. Arasaka suddenly rose and jumped onto your lap, equally curious about what was written on the salt-scented parchment. Arasaka's preppy manner soon turned sour as they discovered who the sender was.

It’s a letter from your best friend, "Pantalone".

“Aww…” Arasaka whined. “Arasaka was hoping it was the Verdant Nara instead.”

You tore it open.

 

"My dearest, (Y/n),

If it's not too much to ask, may I trouble you to visit my office in Northland Bank soon? I merely wish to see you. Spending Lantern Rite alone this year was not a pleasant experience. It's just for a mere chat- I'll reimburse your traveling and dining expenses. Care to make it up to me?

Your beloved,

As per tradition, you threw the letter in the fireplace. Pantalone doesn’t like leaving a trail of evidence, naturally, you assumed the same applies here.

It's never a chore to visit a friend. Maybe you'll head there tomorrow–

“Arasaka doesn’t like Nara Pantalone.”

The aranara lowered their head, continuing, “Nara Pantalone reminds Arasaka of the Taste of Sadness.”

Cute. 

Every time Pantalone comes to visit, the aranaras behave like envious little siblings. Ever since you started patrolling Vanarana, the place had become the harbinger’s premiere leisure destination. The woods critters frequently tried to undermine his gifts, but they were adorably ineffective. Even if Pantalone cannot see them, the situation is nonetheless amusing.

If you remember correctly, the Taste of Sadness means salt to aranaras, right?

“Ah, well,” you laughed. “I guess you must be incredibly sensitive to his smell. He took quite a liking to salt-infused perfumes last year.”

“Don’t like perfume.”

“But I am wearing one though… Has the scent been bothering you all this time, Arasaka?”

“No, Arasaka was wrong. Arasaka likes perfume, and Arasaka hates salt. Taste of sadness. The scent of sadness.” 

“Oh, no! If Pantalone’s smell makes my dear Arasaka sad, then maybe we should drown him in Varunastra,” you chuckled darkly, expecting the aranara to react loudly over your out-of-pocket remark.

“Of course. Salt Nara would make for decent spare rations!”

You laughed out loud at Arasaka’s even more out-of-pocket reply. Out-of-pocket is an understatement, that comment straight up sounded out-of-the-CASKET. 

Before standing up, you ruffled Arasaka’s nonexistent hair like you would with your deceased sisters.

“I’ll come back in a few days, okay? In the meantime, why don’t you read a cookbook?”

“Hmph! Nara (Y/n), you’re being mean! Just wait! My sisters will make a dish Nara (Y/n) can’t say “no” to!” 

“It’s a dumb risk.”

“It’s a new business venture, dearest.”

“The market for new eyeglasses isn’t going to rise any time soon.”

“Why are you so adamant on opposing this idea?”

“Stagnation breeds putrefaction, especially in business, does it not?” You raised an eyebrow, preparing for a harangue. 

“Je suis d’accord!” The man spoke softly, accentuating his Fontaine pronunciation somewhat boastfully. Knowing your disability, he never raises his voice to the point of it hurting. “And it is precisely why I want to invest in an eyewear conglomerate in Sumeru.”

“Then why are you dropping your prior investments?!”

“Because it’s the right thing to do.”

You sighed, annoyed.

Pantalone is an amazing businessman, but without your council, he wouldn’t amount to who he is now. Unlike most people, “sneakily ambitious” are not the words you would describe your visionless friend. Such a moniker sounds insulting given his lack of celestial blessings and you know Celestia itself never took kindly towards his well-versed dirty tricks against his opponents.

In your humble opinion, the term “industrious” is a better-suited and less backhanded compliment for him.

You’ve known Pantalone— no— “██████” since childhood. Your history stretched back so much that you no longer recall the circumstances of how you befriended him. He acted as your ears when it came to haggling and normal day-to-day chores. As far as you know, he has always been an older brother to you. In times of extreme poverty, you both prayed and starved together, scraping by using salt rocks as entrees. 

There was no one else that made your deafness bearable except for him. With no family left, he was your only beacon of hope and dear Morax– you’d rather not remind yourself of the time your dead sisters mistakenly ate mud for rice cakes when famine struck.  

You chose Amurta out of the Six Great Schools for a reason:

You can’t afford to watch anyone die of hunger ever again.

When you began living in Sumeru, you had pledged your alliance with the region but never forgot all the toil you had to go through. As a malnourished child, you quickly fell in love with the nation. In Sumeru, healthcare was free– in Liyue? You heard nothing, and you wished that “advantage” doesn’t make you blind from the evil you witnessed in the slums. Poverty ate away your hearing, your family, and your childhood dreams… 

In a way, the only reason you see aranaras in the first place may be that you didn’t have the chance to experience any childlike wonder until you escaped Liyue.

Pantalone scoffed, “whether you agree with my financial decision or not doesn't affect my resolve. Do not press more about this, dearest.”

… But you’re convinced that your closest confidant “██████” had already perished from starvation long ago.

The man before you calls himself “Pantalone” nowadays and you lose all sense of indolence whenever his presence looms. When he watched your last sister perish in your arms, an epiphany gave birth to his cold demeanor towards deities. He found it challenging to worship the Archons who had no need for mora but were eager to take it away from destitute mortals who needed it as you and your sisters did. The death of your younger sibling was his final straw, and in a sense, you also buried your old friend that night. 

Unlike ██████, Pantalone cannot forgive nor trust the Archons for their broken promises. If Lesser Lord Kusanali had abandoned withered forests, Rex Lapis had abandoned those whose blood and tears cannot amount to any mora. You were only allowed to study at the Akademiya after he decided the former was the lesser evil.

Although Pantalone never condemns you for calling him by his birth name, you cannot tell yourself that he and ██████ are fully the same person. There is an unspoken need to straighten your posture and greet him with a semi-scowl to demonstrate your maturity despite him acting cozy and warm. Worse, his lax demeanor never ceases to remind you that despite his uncomfortable reputation, Pantalone is the only companion you’d entrust your soul to even when the world warns you not to deal a contract with the devil.

“You just want to use new brackets every day—”

“I am a businessman, love.”

You speared Pantalone with a pointed look.

“—And why Sumeru? Have you landed a deal with a reputable Amurtan optician? And why didn’t you ask ME first? You weren’t cornered by Dottore or the Tianquan to kickstart an eyeglasses company, were you?”

He scowled, unamused before firing back without skipping a beat. 

“Summer, seven years ago. You accidentally bought six bunraku puppets from Inazuma—”

Your eyes widened. Not this embarrassing anecdote again.

“Woah, woah! Now, why are YOU extorting me?”

“So you’d be silenced quicker.”

“…”

This reticence was slowly exasperating the harbinger, but he never utters a complaint when you're whom he's conversing with. Pantalone cleared his throat with an elegant smile. In that moment of cessation, you figured that he had a seemingly innocent proposal in mind.

“(Y/n), my most dearest baobei…” The harbinger ventured.

“Pantalone…”

He pulled out his desk drawer and ferreted out a parcel that you suspect contains a pair of glasses.

“Would you care to be a test sub—”

“No.”

You have a gut feeling as to where this is going. He’s going to propose that it’s “just” glasses until you find out he’s been using you to track or spy on someone without your knowledge. Classic Pantalone. You won't be duped by that TWICE in a row. If you knew better, you wouldn’t have accidentally leaked intel to the Fatui that Katheryne was being controlled by the Lord of Verdure. All because Pantalone hid a recorder on one of his “gifted” hearing aids...

Listen— just because you refused to lend a hand to the Archon when she was in need and was subsequently confronted by the 2nd harbinger in Sumeru City doesn’t mean you were colluding with these fools. 

You just wanted to remain neutral in any given situation. Unlike your childhood friend, politics bore you to death. And just like the Acting Grand Sage, you’re too lazy to act as a beta tester no matter how minimal the effort the task requires.

“I only ask that you wear this pair of glasses and test its comfortability.”

“I refuse.”

“We can negotiate how much mora you’ll earn—”

“Just stop.”

“Hmm, if I phrase it as a “gift”, would you accept—”

“Hell no.”

Pantalone paused.

“Hmm…” He tapped his desk, gazing at the paperwork neatly piled up.

“Word of advice, (Y/n), it’s highly probable that the price of cocoa will rise next week,” he shrugged. “That fact is, of course, most definitely unrelated to our current discussion.”

Is he… 

Is he threatening to generate chocolate inflation over a pair of glasses?!

You scoffed, eyes wide.

“██████, you worthless SCALPER.“

“The majority prefer to call me a ‘regrator’, but that new nickname is acceptable as long as it is you who makes such mildly unpleasant utterances.”

“GAH! You— YOU—” Even though he may completely ruin your usual routine of buying chocolates after work, it's difficult to curse him out. You have no choice but to spout illogical syllables without a valid clause. “JUST— YOU!!! YOU.”

Smack.

Upon hearing your facepalm resoundingly, he laughed uncontrollably, removing his glasses to wipe his eye with an uneven grin on his face. He tried to keep his composure but he kept snorting. 

You took a peek between your fingers. What a precious noise. You haven’t heard him laugh like this for over three years now.

At that moment, you thought ██████ was alive.

“F-Fine— give me those damn eyeglasses.”

Pantalone drifted the parcel above your palm until he quickly retracted it as soon as you reached forward.

“But before I do that, can you promise me one thing?”

“What is it this time?” You groaned.

“Don’t lend it to anyone else, understand?” Pantalone slightly ruffled your hair. “I had it custom-made for you.”

You rolled your eyes, “that thing is definitely wiretapped. You’re not even bothering to hide it anymore.”

“Oh no, it’s not just that—” 

“Just that?”

He shrugged smugly, which was not a good sign. 

“The eyeglasses function similar to an Akasha Terminal, but of course, the information you’d find there is directly from my database.”

Pantalone opened the box and swiftly put the white-framed glasses on your face. He lightly tapped the frame—

and a control panel window flickered open.

Just like an Akasha.

“H-How on earth—”

“The Doctor and I had a deal. He’ll recreate at least 80% of a regular Akasha’s functions while I help him track down a few… crops. It’s a quid pro quo, I promise. It’s less of him exploiting me and more of me exploiting…— well, that doesn’t matter right now. C’mere, let me see your lovely face...”

Pantalone tilted your chin up with his thumb. His face was inches away from yours, and his piercing lilac eyes observed your glasses and what was behind them, calculating. His breathing was notably strained in a subconscious attempt to make you feel less uncomfortable from the position he trapped you in— ever the perfect gentleman— but you see his entire face flushed in a pinkish hue. A few seconds have passed, and you feel the glove pressed against you twitching. 

Pantalone pulled away, shoulders stiff.

His ears were red.

“I-It’s working as intended.”

If not for the nature of your relationship, you were close enough to kiss– an appealing notion for the harbinger, yet it is not a move he should bring himself to try.

“Y-Yeah, no kidding. That was awkward.”

He gripped his arm, looking at the window.

Pantalone is painfully aware you think of him as an older brother. Or at least, the shadow of one, given how you rarely call him by name anymore.

“My apologies, I simply wanted to take a good look at you.'

He muttered, “you’ve grown into a gorgeous person, (Y/n).”

You didn’t hear him.

“██████– I mean, Pantalone–”

“Go back to calling me ██████, dear.”

“Pantalone.” You put more emphasis on his harbinger name, watching in glee as he rolled his eyes, “I expect to be paid in chocolates and at least two months’ worth of food.”

Indeed, your proposed exchange pleased him. ██████ knows how much you value healthy eating and abhor it greatly when others waste grains of rice. Time and imagination had transformed his early memories as you as a human so close to a skeletal figurine with sunken cheeks and broomstick-like limbs. Those thoughts cause him much sorrow. Pantalone would have pampered you for free if you had only let him– seeing you eating healthy gives him life. Almost like how a father would tell his children that seeing them full is enough to make him full as well. 

Let him spoil you with food. Please.

Seeing you thin makes him feel sad.

“What do you want to eat for dinner later? My treat, as always.”

“Mint salad sounds lovely.”

“Just mint salad?” Pantalone smiled thinly.

His dearest baobei, no longer skin and bones. No longer barely fueled by rice and salt. No longer skipping meals. It warms his heart more than the exclusive springs offered to him because of his mora and title… But it’s not enough. It’s never enough.

“Hmm… Would it be okay to request a plate of Triple-Layered Consommé?” You muttered, gazing at the floor. “I kind of miss your cooking… Just. Just kind of.”

His heart skipped a few beats as he saw your shy expression. 

You straightened up, coughing, “not that your cooking is anything special, it’s just that I don’t want to eat anything too bland and–”

“Of course! Anything for you, my love.”

Pantalone grabbed your hand and placed a soft kiss on your knuckles.

“My baobei, you’d be too full to walk once I’m done spoiling you…”

“D-Did you have to word it so seductively?!”

You blushed once again, which only served to worsen his urge for making you undeniably satiated. 

Oh, how he wants to keep you in a cage, locked up, and fed until he’s satisfied that you’ll never starve again…

Maybe then, you’d let him spoon-feed you like years before...

There's no rest for the wicked. When you returned to Vanarana the next day, the aranaras pulled you in for another chore at Devantaka Mountain.

“Hey, little man, get down there, right now!” 

You screamed with your hands cupped around your mouth to amplify your voice. The aforementioned "small man" scoffed, not shifting an inch from his posture, as the blue aranara crept up behind you.

Ararycan worriedly relayed that a “Wood Nara” had been trespassing the large abandoned Khaenri’ahn machine. The little vegetable-like creature had grown to trust you when it came to scaring off unwanted guests, which usually entailed eremites or treasure hoarders scavenging for scrap metal. 

“Ararycan wants to stop Wood Nara.”

You gently pried the wire off their hand, keeping it in your pocket in a very definite fashion. 

“I know, ‘Rycan, but Naras are stubborn beings.”

“Just like Nara (Y/n)?”

You gasped, eyes widened.

These plant-like beings are surprisingly masterful at the art of roasting.

 “Just like Nara (Y/n), you say?! Rude, Ararycan, rude.”

You laughed humorlessly, masking your jadedness with forced laughter. 

In all honesty, you’re inclined to believe that this job reassignment was Alhaitham’s way of punishing you for remaining neutral. But surprisingly? An Amurta alumnus like you have been enjoying the task and in no small part thanks to these silly little creatures.

It's absurd to imagine that you would consent to be pulled by these vegetable creatures. You initially believed that they were paracosms produced by a lack of stimulation. You once tried to ignore them. Regrettably, that frail facade didn't survive due to a couple of slip-ups. The first to catch you drawing their likenesses next to your weather reports was Arapas. The second was Arabalika, who overheard you whispering about how powerful they were after they defeated a ruin grader, and then Arama who heard you humming their songs. They’ve built up quite the case against you, and you had to fess up before they start giving you a hard time.

By “hard time”, you were referring to how a crowd of tumultuous aranaras huddled up and tugged your hearing aids’ wire with their teeny hands incessantly.

Which was what Ararycan is doing right now.

“Get us up there, Nara (Y/n).” 

"Careful, Rycan– you might damage the wire."

Suddenly, the hatted man's eyes widened after seeing you. Call it intuition, but it seemed like this total stranger knew who you were.

You made an exaggeratedly loud inhaling sound, turning off your hearing aids momentarily.

And then, a scream.

“STOP, STAY WHERE YOU ARE!!! RIGHT!!! NOW!!!”

The difference between stupidity and bravery is measured by outcome, and neither are variables you wish for this “Wood Nara” to test out. Alhaitham would have you write two pages detailing an incident if the stranger broke something and eight more if the machine awakened. And sadly, you are only a small percent less lazy than that man.

Despite your words droning childishly, you made no move to approach him. His eyes sharpened, but you felt no scrutiny— 

This man you’ve never met wore a blatant look of disbelief.

You looked down.

Maybe he could see Ararycan…?

“Hey— can you see them?”

You swiftly swept Ararycan off the ground, who made a surprised yelp. 

The man winced.

"P-Please… Leave the forest alone…"

"And why should I care about your pathetic request?"

"Please, have mercy… T-There are creatures that live in this area… Creatures you cannot see because you lacked a human heart."

“–Ngh!”

Those memories were hard to swallow, like reading an inked sloppy handwriting submerged in water.

“G-Good riddance…”

The man coiled in pain, gripping his scalp with his lithe fingers. You cannot view the expression on his face, nor were you able to verify that he had yelped. The distance between you two was too great to conceive a communication that did not rely on shouting.

“Nara (Y/n), what are you doing?!”

Although your proximity with the aranara doesn’t cause any communication barriers, that didn’t stop Ararycan from yelling.

For some reason, the stranger flinched after seeing you carry what appeared to be air around “normal people”’s vision. Perhaps he found your actions cringe-inducing… or perhaps it made his migraine worse. Then again, both possibilities are not mutually exclusive. However, you have a feeling he didn’t flinch because he saw Ararycan.

The blue aranara leaped off of your hands.

“Ararycan is worried… Ararycan thinks Wood Nara is going to destroy the giant iron mountain…”

You stared up at the man again, wanting to go on for a long rant but refrained after realizing how immature that is. While you do have a hunch that the stranger possessed a vision, you’d bet mora that he is no match for Arabalika’s accumulated Ararakalari. 

“Say, why do you keep calling him Wood Nara? Is it because of his ginormous hat?” You whispered to Ararycan.

“Huh? Did Nara (Y/n) not notice?” They tilted their head.

“Ararycan calls him “Wood Nara” because he’s made of white wood. Ararycan is not sure if he is a real Nara.”

Their answer entered from one ear and exited in the other. You’re used to hearing the Aranara lexicon that you never take any sentence at face value since you’ve learned your lesson back when Arasaka made you scout the market for a “Taste of Happiness.” Thank the Lord of Verdure that it was only Pantalone who laughed at you for describing sugar as “white, cubic, crumbles when crushed, becomes sand, and can be eaten.”

“Hah, well, he better not be made out of wood 'cause I might burn him.”

“Ararycan doesn’t think that’s easy to do. Wood Nara smells like the taste of anger,” once again, you ignored their riddled words.

You clutched the pyro vision dangling in your cloak’s right shoulder, located opposite where Alhaitham places his. Your skill set does not differ from that dendro user’s repertoire, and you calculated what vertice you should drop upon teleporting. Grabbing Ararycan, you rushed forward...

Without making it past the one-minute mark, you leaped effortlessly to where the stranger stood.

“Excuse me, young man, but do you have an Investigation Charter from the Akademiya?”

With an unused voice when it comes to dishing out commands– much less an implied threat– your approach wasn’t even a fraction of what makes authorities like the General Mahamatra intimidating. Yet, you still tried. You crossed your arms and hovered your hand near your claymore.

This stranger gazed up, boasting his soft face and beautiful lilac eyes topped with a complexion quite like a sheltered princess. He had the finest eyes you had ever seen. Yet, even with a heaven-sent face, his eyebrows were knitted. He continued kneeling on the cold metal of the giant mossed and corroded machine. 

One closer look should’ve made you hyper-aware that his joints were not bound by mortal flesh, but your heart was more entranced by his glassy pupils. 

“We meet again. If that’s not a sign, I don’t know what is.” 

He muttered inaudibly, hence, you did not hear him. Since you also just came back from visiting Liyue and their post-festival fireworks, you’ve turned your hearing aid settings lower than usual. You bent your knees slightly, offering a hand.

“Nana korobi ya oki,” you said. The stranger looked like he hailed from Inazuma, so you thought you’d put your knowledge to good use. “It means–”

Unbeknownst to you, you uttered the same thing in a past long forgotten.

“I know: fall down seven times, get up eight.”

His gloved hand grasped your own, and you tried not to think about how soft yet firm it was as you pulled him up. You grunted slightly from the shifted weight while he didn’t breathe at all.

“No, I don’t have any clearance permit,” he said. “And I still don't have a heart, if that still matters to you.”

You raised an eyebrow.

‘Still’? What the hell is he talking about? Aaru village is miles away from here, but is it possible that the man you’re talking to is a mad scholar? That’s concerning. 

Pushing your glasses farther up the bridge of your nose, you tried to search his face in Sumeru's records– which might be more unlawful than whatever this man's doing, but who's policing you anyways?

…

Nothing.

There's not a single official record on this man.

Not even in the Fatui's database.

Almost like the man in front of you doesn't exist.

"What the hell are you wearing?" The man sneered. "Since when did you have awful eyesight too?"

“No Investigation Charter, no clearance, just what do you think you’re doing here?” You digressed. “May I at least have your name?”

The man tilted his hat up, “and why should I stupidly give my information away?”

Your eye twitched. He kinda reminds you of Arabalika. Maybe if you gave him a cane he’ll calm down a bit.

“I do have a use for your name, awkward stranger.”

“And that is?”

Writing a report to the Acting Grand Sage regarding suspicious individuals.

“Something to call you,” you shrugged with a child-like candor, renewing your request with bold obstinacy. “I’d rather not recount this tale to various parties as That One Time An Awful Little Man Tried To Pry Open A Giant Machine And Failed.”

He exhaled curtly.

… Was that a laugh?

“How childish. Even if you don't know my name, your "friends"– assuming you have some– will remember me by that stupid description.”

“I mean, it's a memorable first impression,” you met his gaze smugly. “But why are you hiding your name, hmm? Suspicious.”

“It’s called respecting one’s privacy. Something you don't understand.”

How rude of him to make assumptions about you, “are you some covert government official?”

“No.”

“Then what? Are you some inhuman being?”

“...” He didn’t say a word.

Something tells you that the answer is close to your hunch.

“[Wanderer].”

He muttered, once again, you did not hear it so he spoke louder.

“That's my name. Don't you dare make me repeat it.”

“[Wanderer]…”

You missed the way he tipped his hat, hiding an uncontrollable smile from your view.

[Wanderer]... That does sound like a fitting name. It reminded you of a character from a franchise or mythological tale you thoroughly enjoyed as a teenager. It might be rude to share that information, though. You’re not certain how this bratty person would react upon hearing that his name might as well be the name of your lotus from a botany class.

Normally, [Wanderer] would snap a “speak up– is there something wrong with my name?” upon listening to hushed whispers or a resounding silence after his many introductions. But you’re different for a reason. 

There was no way in hell he would take the traveler's suggestion over a name you had given him.

Ararycan tugged your pants.

“Hey, don’t just stare at him, Nara (Y/n)! Tell him to leave!!!” Araycan trashed around. “Nara (Y/n) must be a brave Nara if you like the taste of anger.”

[Wanderer] is the taste of anger? Is that what Ararycan was trying to say?

You blushed, fake-coughing behind your hand.

You wouldn’t say he reminds you of the taste of anger– especially with that winsome face. If anything, his appearance looks a lot like the bunraku dolls you accidentally bought years ago.

“Well, [Wanderer], it’s nice to finally put a name to a face,” you said. “But this is a dangerous area. What are you doing here…?”

“I just wanted to look for traces of the Doctor,” [Wanderer] crossed his arms. “Unfortunately, I can’t pry this stupid machine open.”

“The Doctor? Who’s that?”

“The Harbinger who sits at the second–”

“Aah, The Outcast. I see–” you shook your head. “Wait, no, I don’t get it. What does he have anything to do with this machine here? This is a Khaenriah’n creation.” 

“I know, I’m not dumb like you. I'm here because The Doctor had plans for these automatons, that’s why I’m here.”

“But even so, it’s not advisable to wander these parts alone. You ought to have asked for a travel companion. Who knows if you run into a hoard of vanaagnis in marana?”

“Hmph. Do you think I can’t handle a few whooperflowers in a withering zone? The audacity.”

“Arrogance is the capital stock of misfortune– wait, how’d you know Vanaagnis is a term for whooperflowers?” You blinked expressively. “And the meaning of marana too– so you ARE a mad scholar.”

“I’m NOT,” [Wanderer] glared. You noticed how he seemed unimpressed when you mentioned that proverb about arrogance and “capital stock”, and his expression soured more when you accused him of being a lunatic. 

“I just… I just learned from the best.”

[Wanderer]'s stare not wavering away from you.

Your silence did not go unnoticed by the other two.

“...Why do I have a feeling you’re trying to say that you’ve learned from me?” Those words had escaped from your mouth before you could stop them.

[Wanderer]’s eyes widened.

“Can… Can you remember?”

“Remember…?”

He frowned, eyes reflecting his disappointment.

“No, no, it’s probably just a fluke,” [Wanderer] frowned with a finger tracing his lips. “Maybe my expression just gave it away…”

“Nara (Y/n)!!! Tell Wood Nara to leeaaaaveee!!!”

You tried not to flinch at Ararycan’s whining. They don’t seem to understand that having poor hearing doesn’t mean you can’t register their commands.

[Wanderer] walked past you. 

“Fine, I’ll leave this device alone, but on one condition.”

“What makes you think you’re the one in control–”

“Go out with me.”

“...”

“...”

“... What?”

Your eyeglasses flickered red.

But that red light was gone in a blink, you weren't even sure if it existed.

You laughed nervously, “sorry, I don’t think I heard you correctly–”

He refused to meet your eyes like a coward.

[Wanderer] replied brusquely, “look– you're partially deaf, but you’re NOT stupid. You heard what I said, so own it.”

"Hold on– where is all this coming from, [Wanderer]?" You pivoted your heel but were too late to yank his sleeve. 

He already hovered a few feet away from you.

"I'll come to visit this place more often," [Wanderer] smirked. "You’ll still be here at the upcoming Festival, right? Mark your calendar. That’s our date.”

“Hey, you can’t just!– Aaand he’s gone.”

Despite his abrupt parting, you couldn’t help but smile over such a cheeky encounter, completely forgetting how that man rummaged through the giant machine you’re standing on without a permit.

Something tells you that you’d see him more often.

And you did.

“[Wanderer]” never failed to visit you at 10 AM sharp every day, until there was only one day left till the next Sumeru Festival. At first, you thought his eccentric personality would make the following days unbearable, but he was rather civil– just sharp-tongued. 

He would show up whenever you wandered in the forest to disseminate knowledge about the local flora and Sumeru's history. Some of them you already knew, while others had you wondering if he knew the Lord of Verdure. While you were trying to interview him for a report, not as a trespasser but as an assistant, you once purposely lightened the atmosphere to get honest responses from him. When you jokingly asked who he was, his reply was unsatisfactory.

“Who I am is not carved in wood nor stone. ᏕᎧᎷᏋᎧᏁᏋ wise told me that it’s a flexible concept and it’s easier to understand through a story, but even then, you’d only see a fraction of who that person is,” [Wanderer] peered dotingly. “If you wish to know who I am, then work for it. I’m not giving you a damn summary.”

Tomorrow is your first "date" with the man and you barely knew him.

Your internalized frustration made him think you’re insatiably adorable. 

How the tables have turned. 

After all, [Wanderer] only responded with the same answer you had given him before.

In a forgotten history, ᎩᎧᏬ were the one that spouts spontaneous philosophical questions that led him into fits of unintelligible musings. [Wanderer] berated humanity for being sentimental creatures yet look at him now, proudly boasting the name ᎩᎧᏬ gave him wherever he went. It is by no means grander than a title like God of Everlasting Eternity or other such monikers, but when Godhood has stripped away from him, that name provided more solace than a seat in Celestia.

“The Puppet”, “Kunikuzushi”– such utterances are water under the bridge. Only [Wanderer] stays afloat, like a bubble on water. Maybe a bubble is only beautiful for a moment, yet that moment weighs more than a meaningless “eternity” and he knows this well…

[Wanderer] had been played by fate. Attaining freedom, independence, and a vision did not absolve what chokehold you had on his synthetic being. 

You're a colorful character, averaging about five meaningful papers per year– all the while considering yourself a "retired" genius. [Wanderer] would've been a kinder and forgiving person if you were his young and impressionable self's creator. He envied your patients, your strange collection of bunraku dolls, and the tenderness you reserve for them. 

He missed you, no matter how often you both fought. Your hums used to enchant him when you lull him asleep with aranara songs, but they now haunt him up at night. You were his puppet and he was your dictator until you had grown exhausted of foreign power enough that you abandoned your neutrality and revolted. 

But you did not revolt against him in this revision. Without a doubt, his revised “past” still mirrored the pain he caused, but through other means. He can’t say he had no regrets when he tampered with the Irminsul. Niwa’s death had less weight in this world, and for the wanderer, death without sanctification for a significant purpose is unnecessary homicide. And instead of helping Azar’s experiment, you became a “disobedient pet” who saw no need to collaborate with his superiority complex.

Yet, despite being such a disobedient pet– in his opinion, that’s a grave understatement–, he can’t help but cherish you.

The puppet missed the way his delusion marked your body. Fingerprint-like blotches collared your neck before, but when the slate was wiped clean, so too did his inflicted bruises. He missed the way you begged him to stop the pain. He missed the way you defended invisible creatures as “Queen Aranyani’s successor.” He missed the way you begged to keep the forest safe.

He missed the way you begged to be his.

But those marks are long gone– the symbol he carved on the nape of your neck had disappeared. You no longer had anything that resembled signs of his ownership.

Not only that, but seeing you wear eyeglasses– something you haven't before– fills him with anger.

The one saving grace from this situation was when this timeline confirmed that you wouldn’t help Azar if it wasn’t for [Wanderer]. You were interested in his personality and disposition as a puppet longing for a human heart, not just any of Dottore’s run-of-the-mill creations. That observation surely boosted his ego. 

Your opinions mattered to him most in that project. Admittedly, he craved everyone’s veneration, even when they lacked true understanding.

But you were the first mortal that made him appreciate his defects…

 

"Is it so bad to live this way?" You combed his hair with your fingers. "Must you try your hand with such heresy?"

"Know your place," Scaramouche gritted his teeth. "You're nothing more than my maintenance worker- you do not deserve an audience."

"Be that as it may, future faux-god, can't you entertain me for just a moment? If I wasn't worried about you, I wouldn't be helping you with this damn treacherous experiment.

You ignored how he snarled at such a nickname, "it pains me to watch you lust for more power when you already boast an acceptable form. What is it that makes you so desperate? Is it because you can't hide the ball joints that connect your fingers and limbs?"

You continued while adjusting the tightness of his skeletal wrists.

"Is it so bad to live on as a defective being? Does imperfection invalidate a life's purpose? I only ask out of curiosity. I have imperfect ears, so does that make my life devoid of meaning?"

Scaramouche frowned, "do not compare your ears to my heart or lack thereof."

He didn't understand why his voice cracked. Scaramouche did not feel his usual temperament sizzling over but something heavy resided in his chest.

"Sorry."

"Don't apologize, I know you're not sorry," Scaramouche cupped your cheek, sporting an uncharacteristically loving smile.

"And your unapologetic behavior is what makes you my first sage."

His first sage…

[Wanderer] laughed to himself.

His first sage would know that if he gained a heart, he would've seen the aranara you were talking to earlier.

But this is fine. He can start over again. 

This time, he’ll make you love him normally.

Heaven, please help the white wood that fell in love for it will never be human…

…

Out of the blue, Scaramouche spun and hurled three consecutive wind blades toward the woods with precision.

Be that as it may, the walking salt is surely more pathetic.

The “trees” grunted, but [Wanderer] did not miss the smell of salt-infused perfumes.

What a shame. 

The next Sumeru Festival, your “date”, is tomorrow, yet there will always be those who lurk in the shadows to see the mighty fall. 

"Pantalone…" 

The ex-sixth harbinger snarled with unfathomable familiarity. Which was the complete opposite of the ninth harbinger, who coldly greeted him like a new enemy. 

"Good afternoon, [Wanderer]."

Pantalone pulled out a gun from his hidden holster.

"No hard feelings, sir," the businessman smiled thinly. "I am but a simple man eliminating a love rival. You see, it’s not nice threatening to steal someone’s possession."

Scaramouche cackled.

How annoying. He never liked this friend of yours– he much preferred the one that planned a coup. Pantalone was not a coworker Scaramouche liked, much less a rival. This ambitious man was always a parasite, pretending to be worried while threatening to withhold project funding behind your back. Scaramouche will never forget how he boasted insolently that he had known you longer as if eternity wouldn't be enough to make up for it.

"You never change, mortal," he laughed even harder. "I knew something was off about (Y/n)'s glasses!"

"Hmm? Is that so?" Pantalone pushed them up closer– reminding Scaramouche that he’s no terrible shot. "How strange. In any case, I quite frankly don't care what you know or do not know."

He pulled the trigger as Scaramouche stomped his feet.

Only a few knew what occurred in Vanarana that day, but there was one thing the forest remembered.

Before either of them parted, a loud bang echoed that even deaf trees can't miss.

You woke up from Araja’s house (which was the only comfortable place to sleep in Vanarana) after passing out from tumultuous loads of paperwork sent directly by the Baharak. She joked that at that point, maybe she had become a bad omen for you– and you confirmed her suspicions. The tasks the Acting Grand Sage laid out for you were taxing, if not, deleterious for your mental well-being, and worst of all–

He sent a notice that this would be your last week patrolling Vanarana.

When you spread the announcement, the aranaras were saddened by the news. Even Arabalika was unimpressed and asked if you can prolong your services. Alas, it can’t be refuted.

Noticing how tired you appeared, the village chief immediately commanded you to sleep while you pretended not to hear whispers of a surprise farewell party. Considering how the place looked positively empty this morning, you’d wager that they’re busy working on it.

But you do smell that someone’s cooking right now…

The enticing scent emanated from a large pot. As you sauntered closer, you noticed how Arasaka was tending to the food. The aranara gave you a friendly wave that you didn’t reciprocate. It’s rather chilly in Vanarana in the mornings– and the sleeves of your jacket were comfy. 

“Good morning, Nara (Y/n)!”

“Good morning, ‘Saka. That smells delicious,” you smiled bittersweetly.

“Hehe, really? Glad to hear it! One of Nara (Y/n)’s friends helped gather the ingredients. That Nara was good at hunting down prey!”

One of your friends…? You haven't introduced a lot of people to the aranaras. That can only mean it's either Baharak, Pantalone, or [Wanderer], and you can safely remove the first one since they're positively busy with guild matters. 

... Huh. But those two can't see aranaras. Does that mean they stole Pantalone or [Wanderer]'s game?

"Pfft..." You chortled. Yeah, imagining either of them getting confused as to why their hunted boar had gone missing feels like a sight to see.

You took the ladle from Arasaka’s hand and sipped the warm liquid.

…

“Oh, hey, this tastes pretty good!”

“Hehe, Arasaka is glad to hear you liked it! Nara taste buds are hard to please.”

You took another sip as Arasaka watched. The warm soup went down smoothly, but the aftertaste had a serpent-like bite to it. It tastes akin to red sorghums Pantalone would down whenever social drinking was inevitable. Your only critique was that it would’ve been a refreshing experience if there wasn’t a rocky object stuck between your teeth. You awkwardly picked it out.

… And saw a small hint of (wood/salt) between your fingers.

You stared at Arasaka.

Strange…

Something feels… off. 

This doesn't taste like happiness, it tastes like…

You shivered and yet the aranaras around you still had that same painted smile. 

 "Does Nara (Y/n) like the taste now? The taste of friendship?”

… Friendship?

No. That can’t be it.

The spoon splashed back into the bowl. You didn’t say a word, only stared at the boiling pot. You knelt, grabbing both handles to gaze upon the bubbling red liquid. With trembling hands, you picked the spoon back up and swirled the contents. Nothing was of note–

Until you scooped something from the very bottom and found thick strands of dark hair.

A very familiar strand of dark hair.

You adjusted your glasses in an attempt to find out where this human hair came from–

“Nara (Y/n) likes the scent of (wood/salt) Nara so my sisters added him in!” Arasaka innocently cheered.

Your heart dropped.

You turned pale– gagging.

No. It can't be.

Did you just eat…

“So, Nara (Y/n)– does our cooking taste bland now?”

… “him”?

“Oh, Nara (Y/n)’s friend is approaching! Don’t forget to thank him for the food!”

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Un manque d’oxygène récurrent dans un organe créé un amas cancéreux dans celui-ci. Nos poumons n’arrivent pas à capturer assez de ce gaz. Soit que nos alvéoles soient encrassées par de la suie de pollution de la ville, encrassées par notre travail dans un milieu poussiéreux comme les mines ou bien encrassées car nous sommes appréciateurs de tabac journalièrement.

Pour esquiver ce cancer, malgré la crasse dans nos poumons, nous pouvons quand même augmenter l’apport en oxygène de ceux-ci. C’est établi que nous avons plus d’oxygène dans un environnement frais. Avec une couverture bien chaude, dormons alors pendant huit heures dans notre chambre à coucher abaissée à 14 degrés Celsius (57.2 degrés Fahrenheit) pendant les quatre saisons avec climatiseur à l’appui et thermostat ajusté. Ceci fera une différence.

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REX : Malédiction au DataCenter

Ma carrière professionnelle m’a permis d’avoir de nombreuses missions, dont l’une est la gestion de datacenters. Sous ce titre un peu  « pompeux », on trouve une multitude d’activités comme l’urbanisation, le suivi énergétique (pue), obsolescence  des équipements... En passant par tous les processus ITIL comme la gestion des problèmes. C’est à ce titre que je vais vous faire partager un Retour d’EXpérience sur une panne peu fréquente et vous faire comprendre qu’un cordon RJ45 n’est pas un simple tube plastique avec des fils de cuivre à l’intérieur.

Avant de commencer, je tiens à préciser que cet article se veut abordable aux différents lecteurs, je ne vais pas détailler les nombreuses normes qui entourent le câblage informatique (EN, ISO/IEC, ANSI/TIA, IEEE…). Dans un Datacenter, d’étranges phénomènes se sont déclenchés. Au début on essayait d'expliquer ces anomalies en invoquant une erreur humaine, un problème de configuration ou une défaillance technique. Pour semer la confusion, ces phénomènes arrivaient à des fréquences variées, à des endroits différents et étaient difficilement observables (des fois moins d'une seconde). Pourtant ces phénomènes étaient présents depuis quelques années. Des choses mystérieuses, incompréhensibles arrivaient… Certains techniciens commençaient à redouter d'intervenir dans le Datacenter. D'autres se demandaient si le DC n'avait pas été construit sur un ancien cimetière, aucune fouille archéologique n'ayant été faite à sa construction. Enfin on évoquait de faire venir un marabout ou exorciser le DC. Un été, lorsque les effectifs sont au plus bas, je suis intervenu avec 2 techniciens et nous avons pu observer le phénomène. Pourtant il était difficile de nos croire, ce n'était que des paroles… Décidant de trouver la vérité, j’ai formé une équipe. Chacun a mis de côté ses croyances, ses soupçons et ses convictions pour essayer d'expliquer. Le premier travail a été de corréler tous les incidents qui pouvaient être liés aux phénomènes. Une présomption d'indices laissait à penser à une défaillance matériel d'un modèle de serveurs. Interrogeant le constructeur, ce dernier a réfuté catégoriquement les soupçons en évoquant qu'aucun autre client n'a évoqué ces anomalies. Oubliant les pré-jugés, et s'affranchissant des craintes, plusieurs membres sont intervenus dans le DC pour essayer d'observer les phénomènes. 3 baies informatiques ont été isolées et des manipulations ont été faites… C'est alors qu'ils ont vu l'invraisemblable…

Une chose était certaine, le phénomène ne se déclenchait qu'en la présence de l'homme. L'équipe a donc pensé à une fuite au niveau de la mise à la terre, mais les vérifications n'ont rien révélées. Des mesures sur l'hygrométrie et des effets électrostatiques ont été faits sans révéler un problème. Plus les investigations se poursuivaient, plus il était claire que l'ampleur des phénomènes était beaucoup plus importante que l'on soupçonnait. A force de constaté invraisemblable, on savait déclencher les phénomènes et plusieurs vidéos ont pu être réalisées et partagées. Ceux qui ne croyaient pas, découvraient la vérité. Suite à cela, de nombreux techniciens ont constaté le phénomène sur différents modèles d'équipements. Bientôt toute l'équipe mobilisé a pu cibler l'inexplicable… Il fallait encore le comprendre. L'équipe a partagé son constat : En effleurant très légèrement un câble réseau cuivre de 10Gb, la connectique sur le port réseau de la carte d'un équipement est interrompue provoquant une déconnexion de 1 seconde (voir moins).

Phase 1 : Sur un équipement, les 2 connectiques sont actives :

Phase 2 : On « effleure » en passant un doigt sur un cordon, la connectique de ce cordon est coupée.

Phase 3 : Après 1 seconde (suivant l’équipement), la connectique redevient active.

La même opération a été faite sur l’autre cordon avec le même résultat :

Phase 1

Phase 2

Phase 3

Comme tous les équipements « cuivre » de ce Datacenter sont au moins connectés sur 2 voies différentes pour garantir la continuité réseau, les phénomènes passaient souvent inaperçus...

L'équipe s'est alors focalisé sur le câblage physique (cordons RJ45). Les premières analyses visuelles sur plusieurs cordons n’ont rien révélé. Un passage sur un testeur de câbles n’a indiqué aucune anomalie… Avant de poursuivre ce REX, il est important de revenir sur l’objet le plus simple de notre quotidien : Le cordon RJ45. Sous ce terme on parle de câbles réseaux Ethernet. "RJ" signifie "prise enregistrée" (Registered Jack) et "45" est le numéro de la norme d'interface. Ce connecteur comporte huit broches de connexions électriques. On parle aussi de connecteur modulaire 8P8C (8 positions et 8 contacts électriques). D’ailleurs si vous regardez la prise (qu’on appelle le peigne), vous pouvez voir des petits fils de couleurs différentes. Sachez qu’il existe deux schémas de câblage : T568A et T568B, qui sont utilisés pour terminer le câble sur l'interface du connecteur. Je ne vais pas les détailler, retenez que le schéma de câblage T-568B est le plus courant. A l’origine, les câbles RJ45 étaient faits de fils conducteurs rigides mais rapidement les fils conducteurs torsadés se sont imposés. L’avantage des fils torsadés est la souplesse, ils sont donc maintenant couramment utilisés. C’est pourquoi on trouve fréquemment l’abréviation « TP » (Twisted Pair) indiquant 2 « câbles » de fils torsadés sur les cordons.

Maintenant si vous regarder un cordon RJ45, vous trouverez devant ce terme « TP » une autre lettre pour spécifier le blindage :

U : Aucun blindage n’est mis pour la paire de fils torsadés

F : La paires torsadées est blindées par une feuille d'aluminium

Enfin devant ces 3 lettres, on a un / et de nouveau les lettres U, F ou S. Le S signifie qu’au lieu d'une feuille d'aluminium on a une tresse (S) qui sert de blindage. Cela permet une plus grande souplesse. Dans les DC, on trouve fréquemment des cordons S/FTP. Voir même du SF/FTP ce qui correspond à un double blindage total, à savoir par tresse (S) et par feuille (F) puis des paires torsadées avec blindage (FTP) individuel. Tout ce blindage permet de réduire le niveau de perturbations électromagnétiques. On parle alors de diaphonie étrangère (ANEXT) quand il y a une perturbation les câbles adjacents et/ou le matériel de connexion. Il est donc essentiel dans un Datacenter, que les cordons soient blindés ou, autre terme, « écrantés ».

On trouve également une notion « AWG ». L’AWG (American Wire Gauge) est une unité de mesure qui permet de mesurer le diamètre d’un fil conducteur électrique. Plus la valeur AWG est élevée, plus le diamètre indiqué est petit. Les câbles qui utilisent des conducteurs de 28AWG ont un diamètre extérieur plus petit que ceux qui utilisent des conducteurs de 24AWG. Les constructeurs ont développés des câbles 28AWG, 30AWG et même 32AWG. Ces cordons sont donc beaucoup moins « épais » permettant d’offrir des avantages comme le gain d'espace dans les chemins de câbles des baies informatique ou, par leur souplesse une installation plus facile. Mais plus le diamètre d'un fil est petit, plus la résistance électrique est importante lorsqu'il transporte des signaux. Ce phénomène de résistance provoque un dégagement de chaleur. Avec un blindage métallique ou en feuille, la chaleur se dissipe plus facilement. Cependant dans un cordon qui possède un AWG élevé, les fils sont plus « rapprochés », cela peut entraîner une élévation de température surtout au niveau des connecteurs.

La technologie POE permet à un seul câble réseau RJ45 de fournir la transmission de données mais aussi de l'alimentation électrique nécessaires à une variété de dispositifs. Une section de cuivre importante est une garantie pour une meilleure dissipation thermique et limiter les augmentations de température. La puissance électrique fournie dans le cordon RJ45 peut aller de 15W à 100W. Si la puissance transmise est élevée, il y aura des étincelles lors des branchements et retraits. Cela peut occasionner la destruction des contacts des connecteurs venant du peigne. Ainsi il existe une classification des cordons POE pour déterminer la puissance maximum possible. En plus du blindage et de l’indice AWG, il faut se renseigner sur le conducteur. Beaucoup de cordons utilisent des fils en aluminium revêtu de cuivre (CCA), ce qui permet d’avoir un tarif plus agressif mais la résistance au courant est beaucoup plus élevée qu’avec des fils en cuivre pur (OFC). Parlons de la composition de la gaine qui entoure les fils de cuivres. On trouve le plus souvent du PVC (chlorure de polyvinyle) car c'est un type de plastique relativement bon marché. Mais en brûlant, le PVC émet une fumée dense et sombre ainsi que du chlore gazeux toxique qui réagit avec l'eau pour former de l'acide chlorhydrique. Pour des contraintes de sécurité il est préférable d'utiliser des matériaux LSZH (low smoke zero halogens) ou LSOH (avec composite retardateur de feu) basés sur des plastiques polyoléfines. En cas d'incendie, ils n'émettent qu'une fumée légère en brûlant sans gaz corrosif, ce qui permet aux gens d’avoir de ne pas suffoquer avant de sortir. Pour les applications extérieures, on utilise des câbles PE dotés d'une gaine en polyéthylène. Le PE est résistant aux UV et aux intempéries. Il existe encore de nombreuses variétés de matériaux comme le PUR, plus résistant aux contraintes mécaniques. D'autres sont plus blindés pour résister à l'usure et aux coups et entailles… A noter qu’à côté de l’indication LSZH/LSOH vous devez avoir la classification Euroclasse. Je ne vais pas détailler ici les explications de cette norme mais retenez que le câble doit répondre idéalement aux exigences de performances Cca s1a d0 a1. En tenant compte de tous les éléments ci-dessous, vous obtenez la catégorie du câble. Celle-ci indique les fréquences d’émission maximum qui correspondent à la vitesse native possible.

D’autres annotations peuvent être précisées sur le cordon comme le nombre de « paires » de fils torsadés. On trouve souvent «’4x2 », ce qui signifie que dans le cordon RJ45 on a 8 « câbles » groupés par deux. Mais on peut trouver d’autres valeurs.

Enfin sachez qu’un cordon RJ45 peut mesurer quelques centimètres jusqu’à une centaine de mètres. Maintenant que vous en savez un peu plus sur les cordons, revenons au REX concernant l’étrange phénomène à savoir une hypersensibilité de la connexion : lorsqu’on touche très légèrement un câble réseau cuivre, la connectique sur le port réseau de la carte du serveur ou du switch est interrompue. Les cordons « incriminés » sont de catégorie 7 type S/FTP en AWG30 et ont été fabriqués par un constructeur « reconnu ». La technologie POE n’est pas mise en place. Pour résoudre ce problème, il a fallu faire appel, non pas à un prêtre exorciste ni même à un sorcier mais à la des spécialistes. Ils ont démonté l’un des connecteurs (ou plugs) et ont constaté que le sertissage du blindage qui maintient la gaine isolant du cordon (reprise de la tresse de masse) et les fils conducteurs n’était pas « satisfaisant ». Ils ont décidé d’investiguer de façon plus approfondie.

C’est là qu’intervient le secret du « design de fabrication » pour chaque constructeur du cordon RJ45 et surtout comment le contact se fait entre le peigne (extrémité du connecteur) et les fils des paires torsadées. Il existe 2 types de contacts utilisés dans le connecteur :

IDC (Insulation Displacement Contact ou raccordements à déplacement d'isolant) : Le fil est pressé dans un contact en forme de V qui traverse l'isolation du fil et pénètre dans les fils de cuivre.

IPC (Insulation Piercing Contact ou raccordements à perforation d'isolant). Il existe un poignard d’une ou plusieurs dents qui traverse l'isolation du fil et touchent la les fils de cuivre des brins torsadés.

Mais suivants la qualité du sertissage IPC, et suivant les technologiques utilisées par le constructeur, des faiblesses peuvent apparaître dans lors du vieillissement du câble :

Mauvais ajustement à la hauteur des dents des contacts : les dents n’ont pas traversé suffisamment l’isolant et ne font qu’effleurer les fils de cuivre (en terme de profondeur de poinçonnage). Sous des contraintes mécaniques ou d’environnement (chaleur/humidité), le fil peut bouger et les contacts rompus.

Le nombre de contacts avec les conducteurs : Les dents doivent être en contact avec au moins 6 brins, il se peut que la dent passe sur le côté de la gaine des brins torsadés, limitant les contacts (mauvais centrage).

Des brins rompus : Lors du sertissage, les dents du poignard ont cassé des brins torsadés, certains fils sont donc coupés.

Tous les poignards n’ont pas forcement 3 dents en quinconce, la majorité des poignards ne comporte que 2 dents. Les dents doivent également avoir un système « d’hameçon » pour rester dans le corps plastique.

Avec la technologie IDC, le fil est serré entre deux pattes d'un contact à ressort fourchu. Les dents de contact coupent l'isolant, et appuient élastiquement sur le fil pour établir le contact. La résistance de contact d'une connexion IDC est faible et stables en permanence car aucun jeu ne peut exister. Cette connexion est aussi plus résistante aux effets mécaniques (traction, vibrations…).

En ce qui concerne le REX présenté ici, les pertes de connexions se produisaient exclusivement avec des sertissages IPC. La première chose qui a été faite par ces spécialiste est une reproduction de panne sur les cordons pressentis (peut-être sensible au vieillissement). Ils ont alors effectué plusieurs tests électriques de continuité sur les cordons. Le test électrique consistait à mesurer la résistance de manière continue avec un ohmmètre sur les 8 brins de la prise RJ45. À température ambiante aucune anomalie n’était constatée. Avec une température supérieure à 40°C sur l’un des deux connecteurs, une variation de résistance apparaissait lorsqu’on touchait le cordon. Un défaut a été localisé sur une paire de fils (4-5) au centre du connecteur (la résistance augmente à 7ohm, puis autour de 40ohm), donc il y a une perte de la liaison. Lors des essais, des manipulations physiques ont été réalisés pour vérifier la qualité du maintien des fils dans le cordon et détecter du jeu entre le peigne et l’isolant et la hauteur de pénétration de la dent. Ces interventions étaient représentatives de ce qui pouvait se passer en conditions opérationnelles et considérées comme des sollicitations participant au vieillissement. Cependant il a été veillé à ne pas plier les câbles de manière excessive, car cela peut entraîner également une élévation de température. Sur ce point, il faut respecter le rayon de courbure maximum à l’arrière des connecteurs préconisé par le constructeur ou utiliser des connecteurs adaptés.

Les raccordements IPC souvent utilisés sur les cordons de brassage, sont, comme vu précédemment, sensibles aux imperfections, au vieillissement ou aux déplacements du câble. Cela peut entraîner une diminution des contacts (moins de brins) provoquant une augmentation de la résistance et donc l’échauffement au niveau du connecteur. La surchauffe d’un câble entraîne une dégradation du matériau d'isolation ainsi qu’une défaillance prématurée du conducteur, ce qu’on appelle « le coup de chaud ». Dans notre cas REX énoncé, c’est ce qui a été constaté sur plusieurs cordons. Les contacts des conducteurs sur les dents côté poignard glissent autour des brins : il y a du jeu. Les fils des paires ne sont pas maintenues ni bloqués. Les fils se déplacent à l’échelle microscopique… Dans le Datacenter où les phénomènes ont été constatés, les corridors informatiques sont architecturés sur le principe d’une allée chaude. C’est-à-dire que les connectiques des serveurs se font dans une ambiance chaude. Sachant que « naturellement » l’air chaud est expulsé à l’arrière des serveurs, la température au niveau des connecteurs avoisine les 40 °C. De plus avec un débit à 10Gb, la puissance électrique du connecteur sur le port peut varier de 2 à 5 watts (à 1Gb, aucun phénomène n’a été détecté). Le courant génère ainsi de la chaleur au point de contact, entraînant également une élévation de température. Celle-ci est encore plus forte si les contacts des contacteurs sont « défaillants ». Et comme vous l’avez appris à l’école, plus la température s'élève, plus les molécules constituant la matière du conducteur s'agitent. Ce mouvement contrarie la circulation du courant électrique avec en conséquence l'augmentation de sa résistance… Nous rentrons donc dans un état instable et le simple fait de frôler et générer une faible vibration, suffit à rompre un équilibre « électrique » : Des désadaptations d’impédance se produisent dans la liaison qui provoquent une micro-coupure d’un équipement de cette liaison. L’autre « secret » de fabrication concerne le maintient des fils/connecteur. Il faut prévoir un serre-câble pour réduire les contraintes mécaniques et l’influence du mouvement du câble sur la qualité du contact. Celui-ci doit être indépendant du contact du blindage, ce qui malheureusement pas toujours le cas. En ce qui concerne le sertissage du blindage, il doit se faire autour du cordon et non par un mécanisme « d’écrasement » ou de « pincement » du cordon. Il faut une terminaison de blindage bout à bout fiable et durable avec la faible impédance requise. Une bonne connexion entre le blindage de la connectivité et tous les éléments de blindage du câble est importante. Un connecteur avec blindage métallique à 360 (tout autour) garantit une bonne mise à la terre. La tresse doit être elle aussi raccordée à 360° (autour du câble) et emprisonnée avec un capot en aluminium ou en alliage de cuivre étamé.

En résumé, le phénomène constaté est une combinaison d’une mauvaise réalisation dans le « sertissage » avec du jeu sur les fils des paires torsadées dans le connecteur. Cette anomalie a provoqué des contacts défaillants entraînant une plus grande résistance. La chaleur et la puissance pour un débit à 10 Gb sont probablement des facteurs aggravant. Il est ��galement possible (mais non démontré) qu’un défaut de masse existe entre l'isolation du poignard et le blindage. Beaucoup l’ignore, mais le câblage, s’il prévient d’un constructeur « reconnu » est garantie 20 ans et même 25 ans ! Certes quand il s’agit de changer un cordon défectueux, on ne va pas faire jouer la garantie mais la question ne se pose pas quand on a plus de 500 cordons à changer… Après avoir prévenu le constructeur et communiqué les éléments d’analyses, ce dernier est venu constaté la situation dans le Datacenter et a rapidement admis à un défaut. Il a donc proposé le remplacement des câbles/jarretières concernés sans préciser si cela venait d’un défaut de conception ou une mauvaise série. Par contre, changer plus de 500 cordons nécessite une certaine organisation : repérage, communication aux clients, étiquetage, mise à jour des référentiels (DCIM…), interventions humaines, vérifications post remplacement, planning des interventions… Et tout cela a un coût ! Des négociations ont eu lieu pour que ces prestations soient également prises en charge par le constructeur. Finalement celui-ci a accepté de prendre en charge une part significative de ces opérations.

Mon conseil : Si vous avez à équiper un Datacenter en câbles RJ45, privilégiez un indice AWG pas trop élevé (AWG 26), un système de contact IDC, un blindage à 360 de type S/FTP ou SF/FTP et un connecteur surmoulé : La matière plastique pénètre et adhère dans tout le connecteur, ce qui le rend indestructible et permet de maintenir fermement les fils. Enfin si vos cordons sont utilisés dans la conception d’une solution sous PoE, ils doivent assurer une prise en charge jusqu’à 90 W (type 4).

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Guide complet sur videoprojecteur silencieux en 2023!

Le videoprojecteur silencieux, un choix incontournable pour votre home cinéma Le choix d'un videoprojecteur silencieux est primordial pour profiter pleinement de votre home cinéma. Que ce soit les modèles LED ou DLP, la qualité de l'image et la résolution full sont des éléments clés à considérer. Cependant, l'aspect sonore est souvent négligé, alors qu'il a un impact significatif sur votre expérience de visionnage. https://youtu.be/4LckSbYmfoc?si=een6Q3eNew9C8xig Luminosité et résolution, des critères essentiels La luminosité, mesurée en lumens, est un paramètre essentiel pour un videoprojecteur. Les produits offrant des valeurs élevées en ANSI lumens garantissent une image claire et visible, même dans des conditions de lumière ambiante élevée. De plus, la résolution, qu'elle soit Full HD ou 4K UHD, assure une image nette et détaillée. Le videoprojecteur silencieux, un confort supplémentaire Les videoprojecteurs silencieux sont spécialement conçus pour minimiser le bruit généré par le système de refroidissement, qui peut être une source de distraction lors du visionnage de films ou de présentations. Ces modèles sont particulièrement appréciés dans le cadre d'une utilisation en home cinéma. Les meilleures marques de videoprojecteurs silencieux Plusieurs marques se distinguent dans l'offre de videoprojecteurs silencieux. Parmi elles, Epson, Acer, BenQ et Sony proposent des produits de qualité, intégrant les dernières technologies comme le DLP Full ou le LED DLP. Certains modèles intègrent également des fonctionnalités supplémentaires comme le wifi et le bluetooth, permettant une connexion facile à vos appareils. Commandez votre videoprojecteur silencieux en ligne De nombreux sites proposent la livraison gratuite de videoprojecteurs neufs, avec la possibilité de retrait en magasin. Les prix varient en fonction des caractéristiques du produit, mais la plupart des sites offrent des comparateurs de prix pour vous aider à trouver la meilleure offre. Alors n'hésitez plus, commandez votre videoprojecteur silencieux dès maintenant pour profiter d'une expérience de visionnage incomparable ! Questions fréquentes Qu'est-ce que la technologie DLP dans les vidéoprojecteurs ? La technologie DLP (Digital Light Processing) est une des technologies utilisées dans les vidéoprojecteurs pour créer l'image. C'est une technologie développée par Texas Instruments qui utilise des micro-miroirs pour refléter la lumière. Les vidéoprojecteurs DLP sont reconnus pour leur excellente qualité d'image et leur résolution nette. Qu'est-ce que la focale dans un vidéoprojecteur ? La focale d'un vidéoprojecteur fait référence à la distance entre l'objectif du projecteur et l'écran. Cette distance a un impact sur la taille de l'image projetée. Un projecteur à courte focale peut projeter une grande image à courte distance, tandis qu'un projecteur à longue focale nécessite une plus grande distance pour obtenir la même taille d'image. Qu'est-ce que les lumens dans un vidéoprojecteur ? Les lumens sont une unité de mesure de la luminosité. Dans le cas d'un vidéoprojecteur, les lumens indiquent la quantité de lumière produite par l'appareil. Plus le nombre de lumens est élevé, plus l'image projetée sera lumineuse. Quelle est la différence entre un vidéoprojecteur LED et un vidéoprojecteur DLP ? La principale différence entre ces deux types de vidéoprojecteurs réside dans la technologie utilisée pour créer l'image. Les vidéoprojecteurs LED utilisent une source de lumière LED pour projeter l'image, tandis que les vidéoprojecteurs DLP utilisent une technologie basée sur des micro-miroirs. Les vidéoprojecteurs LED ont une longue durée de vie et consomment moins d'énergie, tandis que les vidéoprojecteurs DLP offrent une qualité d'image supérieure. Quelles sont les meilleures marques de vidéoprojecteurs silencieux ? Il existe de nombreuses marques réputées pour leur vidéoprojecteurs silencieux, parmi lesquelles Epson, Acer, BenQ et Sony. Ces marques proposent des vidéoprojecteurs de qualité, avec des technologies avancées comme la technologie DLP, le Full HD ou le 4K UHD, ainsi que des options de connectivité comme le Wi-Fi et le Bluetooth. Source : https://www.choisir-videoprojecteur.fr/silencieux Read the full article

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XGIMI MOGO 2 PRO

Le plaisir commence ici

Le MoGo 2 Pro a été conçu pour vous permettre de vous divertir chez vous à tout moment. Avec ses 400 lumens ISO, les plus élevés de sa catégorie, la norme de température de couleur D65 utilisée à Hollywood, ses haut-parleurs surround intégrés de premier ordre et notre technologie ISA 2.0 améliorée, le MoGo 2 Pro offre une expérience visuelle professionnelle dans un petit format, mais de façon grandiose !

XGIMI MoGo 2 Pro : Un Équilibre Entre Performances et Limitations pour une Expérience Utilisateur Avancée

L'expérience utilisateur offerte par le MoGo 2 Pro est globalement remarquable, soulignant l'expertise de XGIMI en matière de conception. Cependant, certaines lacunes méritent d'être mentionnées, ce qui peut être d'autant plus frustrant compte tenu de la solide performance globale du dispositif. Passons maintenant à la question de la certification Netflix, un sujet sur lequel XGIMI a investi des années d'efforts. Il est vrai que la responsabilité peut également être partagée avec le service de streaming, mais le fait demeure qu'un support officiel manquant atténue en partie l'avantage d'un système d'exploitation intégré et fonctionnel. Pour obtenir l'ensemble complet de fonctionnalités, les utilisateurs doivent se tourner vers un boîtier externe ou un dongle, ce qui peut nécessiter un ajustement pour certains utilisateurs. Des solutions telles que l'application Desktop Launcher, disponible sur le Play Store, permettent de contourner cette limitation en installant une version modifiée de Netflix. Cependant, bien que recommandée par XGIMI, cette démarche implique d'installer une application tierce pour accéder au contenu, ce qui peut sembler moins transparent pour certains utilisateurs. En ce qui concerne les options de personnalisation de l'audio et de la vidéo, le MoGo 2 Pro présente des possibilités limitées. Les préréglages incluent des modes tels que film, bureau, jeu pour les images, et film, musique, sports et actualités pour l'audio. En dehors de ces préréglages, les options de réglage comprennent la luminosité, le contraste, la saturation, la netteté, la réduction du bruit et la température de couleur. Cependant, il est à noter que ces options pourraient être plus exhaustives pour répondre à des besoins plus spécifiques. L'amélioration de la qualité audio par rapport au modèle précédent est notable, tant en termes de puissance que de fidélité. Cependant, si l'on recherche un vidéoprojecteur qui double en tant que haut-parleur performant. Les basses du MoGo 2 Pro peuvent sembler légèrement en retrait, et les aigus à volume élevé peuvent présenter des distorsions perceptibles. Je parle vraiment technique mais pour des personnes qui ne s'en soucient pas, c'est vraiment imperceptible (il faut bien trouver un petit défaut à ce bijou XD). Du côté de la vidéo, le MoGo 2 Pro excelle avec une qualité vidéo satisfaisante, que ce soit pour des projections de grande taille ou de près. Les couleurs sont bien contrastées et vives, apportant une profondeur visuelle rare dans sa gamme de produits. Cependant, l'utilisation en plein jour présente des limites, malgré une augmentation de la luminosité à 500 ANSI Lumens. Pour une utilisation optimale en plein jour, une valeur de luminosité encore plus élevée serait nécessaire. Un point de préoccupation notable réside dans la fluidité, avec parfois quelques plans saccadés lors de la navigation dans l'interface. Lors de la lecture de contenu 4K sur YouTube, des pertes d'images peuvent également se produire. Cependant, pour les services de streaming qui ne dépassent pas le Full HD, ces problèmes sont généralement absents. En ce qui concerne le bruit du ventilateur, le MoGo 2 Pro maintient un niveau sonore contenu, variant en fonction de la charge, tout en évitant de devenir perturbant comme dans certains autres modèles.

Un Package Complet pour une Utilisation Immédiate, Mais des Limitations de Portabilité à Noter

Le package du XGIMI MoGo 2 Pro est conçu pour offrir une expérience d'utilisation complète dès le déballage. En plus de l'appareil lui-même et de son alimentation, vous trouverez une télécommande ainsi que deux piles AAA pour son fonctionnement. La télécommande du XGIMI MoGo 2 Pro adopte une approche minimaliste en termes de design et de fonctionnalités. Elle présente un agencement essentiel de touches conçues pour interagir efficacement avec Android TV. Parmi les touches présentes, on retrouve celles dédiées à l'Assistant, au contrôle du volume (sans fonction de sourdine), à la mise au point ainsi qu'à l'accès rapide aux réglages du projecteur. Ce dispositif est conçu pour permettre une utilisation fluide de l'interface Android TV tout en offrant des commandes essentielles pour l'expérience de visualisation. En revanche, la télécommande ne propose pas de touches spécifiques pour accéder directement à des services de streaming particuliers, ni de rétroéclairage pour une utilisation dans l'obscurité. Bien que la fonction de rétroéclairage puisse sembler accessoire, elle peut apporter une valeur ajoutée appréciable dans certaines situations. Le design triangulaire de la partie arrière de la télécommande est une astuce ergonomique qui facilite la prise en main. Il est à noter qu'à la différence de son prédécesseur, ce nouveau projecteur ne possède pas de batterie interne, ce qui signifie que l'appareil devra toujours être connecté à une source d'alimentation pour son fonctionnement. Mais franchement ce n'est pas plus mal. La majorité des produits ne donnent pas la possibilité de changer la batterie interne en cas de panne ou d'usure. Grâce à cette absence et avec la possibilité de brancher une batterie externe, on n'a plus à se soucier d'une panne de ce côté-ci offrant une durée de vie supplémentaire au MoGo 2 pro. Étant équipé d'un système d'exploitation, en l'occurrence Android TV, le MoGo 2 Pro élimine le besoin de connecter des sources externes pour profiter du contenu. Par conséquent, le câble HDMI n'est pas inclus dans le package, puisque l'appareil peut fonctionner de manière autonome. Cependant, pour ceux qui recherchent un certain degré de portabilité, l'absence de batterie interne peut être considérée comme une limitation. Dans ce contexte, l'inclusion d'une mallette de transport aurait été une addition bienvenue, offrant une solution pratique pour déplacer l'appareil en toute sécurité tout en préservant sa portabilité.

Des Avancées Techniques Marquées Comparées à Son Prédécesseur

Le XGIMI MoGo 2 Pro se distingue par des améliorations significatives par rapport à sa génération précédente. Avant de plonger dans les comparaisons, examinons en détail les spécifications techniques qui composent cet appareil. - Projection : Utilisant la technologie DLP DMD (0,23''), le MoGo 2 Pro offre une résolution de 1920 x 1080 pixels avec un rapport de projection de 1,2:1, ce qui permet des dimensions d'image allant de 40 à 200 pouces. De plus, il prend en charge HDR10 pour une expérience visuelle améliorée. - Luminosité : Ce projecteur affiche une luminosité de 400 ISO Lumens, équivalent à 500 ANSI Lumens, ce qui garantit une qualité d'image notable même dans des environnements moins éclairés. - Haut-parleur : Avec une configuration audio de 2x 8W, le MoGo 2 Pro offre une expérience sonore améliorée par rapport à son prédécesseur. - Processeur : Alimenté par un processeur Quad-core Cortex-A55 avec un GPU Mali-G31, le dispositif est conçu pour offrir des performances fluides et réactives. - RAM : Une mémoire RAM de 2 Go accompagne le processeur pour garantir un fonctionnement multitâche efficace. - Mémoire interne : Avec 16 Go de mémoire interne, le projecteur offre un espace suffisant pour le stockage de contenu. - Ports : Les ports incluent HDMI 2.0, USB-C (pour l'alimentation), USB-A 2.0 et une prise audio, offrant une connectivité polyvalente. - Connectivité sans fil : Le MoGo 2 Pro est équipé de Wi-Fi ac et du Bluetooth 5.0, offrant des options de connectivité modernes. - Poids : Pesant environ 1,1 kg, l'appareil est relativement léger et facilement portable. - Système d'exploitation : Il fonctionne sous Android TV 11 (avec le patch de janvier 2023), offrant une interface conviviale et des fonctionnalités à jour. En outre, le projecteur offre une couverture de 90% du spectre DCI-P3, ce qui contribue à des couleurs plus riches et plus fidèles à la réalité. Un élément remarquable est le système ISA 2.0 qui offre une mise au point et une correction trapézoïdale continues et automatiques, grâce à un capteur ToF 3D. Cette technologie garantit que l'image reste nette, droite et exempte d'ombres, en ajustant automatiquement les paramètres en fonction de l'environnement. La fonction de protection des yeux est une addition bienvenue, réduisant la luminosité lorsque quelqu'un passe devant la projection pour éviter de gêner les yeux. En comparaison avec le MoGo Pro précédent, le MoGo 2 Pro offre des améliorations notables, dont une luminosité similaire, un son plus puissant avec des haut-parleurs de 8W, des couleurs plus réalistes, et des fonctionnalités automatiques plus avancées. Cependant, la perte de la batterie interne peut être considérée comme une concession à la portabilité, ce qui soulève des questions intéressantes quant à la balance entre performance et mobilité. Avec la mise à jour Android TV, on dispose de milliers d'options d'applications. Avec Google Play Store, il y a pas moins de 5000 applications natives dont Prime video, disney+, youtube... Avec le Chromecast vous pourrez diffuser vos contenus, applications et jeux directement sur le MoGo 2 Pro.  

Technique détaillée

            Un Projecteur Polyvalent qui S'Adapte à Tous les Membres de la Famille

Il est fascinant de voir comment le XGIMI MoGo 2 Pro a été intégré de manière polyvalente dans la vie quotidienne des familles, répondant aux besoins variés de chaque membre. La perspective unique de chaque individu illustre la diversité d'utilisation que ce projecteur offre. Pour mon enfant de 8 ans, la magie d'avoir un grand écran portable pour regarder du contenu partout est évidente. La simplicité de la télécommande est un avantage apprécié, bien que sa taille puisse être un point de préoccupation en raison du risque de perte. Pour mon préadolescent de 12 ans, le MoGo 2 Pro sert de portail vers le monde de Minecraft, offrant un écran plus grand pour visionner des vidéos tutorielles tout en jouant à sa Switch. Sa mention subtile de vouloir un PC ne passe pas inaperçue ! Mon épouse a découvert le MoGo 2 Pro comme un allié pendant les jours de canicule, en évitant la chaleur générée par la télévision. Son utilisation dans la chambre pour profiter d'une expérience visuelle agréable semble avoir été un réel avantage. De plus, ma propre expérience reflète la versatilité du projecteur en tant qu'extension d'écran pour mon travail de développement. La transition d'un environnement de travail à double écran à un seul écran portable peut être difficile, et le MoGo 2 Pro a comblé ce vide en m'ffrant une expérience visuelle plus confortable et plus productive. Le fait que la projection ait été réussie sur des surfaces variées, telles qu'un mur blanc ou un écran portatif, souligne la flexibilité du projecteur en s'adaptant à différents contextes. Dans l'ensemble, les témoignages de chaque membre de la famille illustrent le caractère multifonctionnel du XGIMI MoGo 2 Pro, qui répond aux besoins de divertissement, d'apprentissage, de travail et de confort de chacun. Il est intéressant de voir comment un seul dispositif peut avoir un impact positif sur divers aspects de la vie quotidienne de ma famille. Read the full article

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[christophe76460]

ANSI PARLE JESUS.

«Mais je vous dis, à vous qui m’écoutez: Aimez vos ennemis, faites du bien à ceux qui vous haïssent, bénissez ceux qui vous maudissent, priez pour ceux qui vous maltraitent. Si quelqu’un te frappe sur une joue, présente-lui aussi l’autre. Si quelqu’un prend ton manteau, ne l’empêche pas de prendre encore ta tunique. Donne à quiconque te demande, et ne réclame pas ton bien à celui qui s’en empare. Ce que vous voulez que les hommes fassent pour vous, faites-le de même pour eux. Si vous aimez ceux qui vous aiment, quel gré vous en saura-t-on? Les pécheurs aussi aiment ceux qui les aiment. Si vous faites du bien à ceux qui vous font du bien, quel gré vous en saura-t-on? Les pécheurs aussi agissent de même. Et si vous prêtez à ceux de qui vous espérez recevoir, quel gré vous en saura-t-on? Les pécheurs aussi prêtent aux pécheurs, afin de recevoir la pareille. Mais aimez vos ennemis, faites du bien, et prêtez sans rien espérer. Et votre récompense sera grande, et vous serez fils du Très-Haut, car il est bon pour les ingrats et pour les méchants. Soyez donc miséricordieux, comme votre Père est miséricordieux.»🕊

‭‭Luc‬ ‭6‬:‭27‬-‭36‬ ‭LSG‬‬

[byothe-fr]

Noël approche est c'est le moment de faire quelques folies ou de se lancer dans un achat qui pourrait vous changer la vie... L'achat d'un projecteur vidéo pour la maison ! C'est un vrai investissement, mais le prix en vaut la chandelle ! Pour les fêtes, la marque XGIMI propose donc de belles promos pouvant aller jusqu'à -20% sur certains de ses projecteurs iconiques. 6 raisons pour finir de vous convaincre d'acheter un projecteur pour Noël S'il fallait encore vous convaincre du bien-fondé de l'achat d'un vidéoprojecteur pour la maison, voici 6 raisons qui en font un appareil indispensable : Un projecteur peut offrir une expérience de visualisation plus grande et plus immersive que celle d'un téléviseur standard. Les projecteurs sont souvent plus compacts et plus faciles à déplacer que les téléviseurs, ce qui en fait une option pratique pour les espaces de vie plus petits ou pour les personnes qui aiment regarder des films ou des événements sportifs en dehors de leur maison. Les projecteurs peuvent être un excellent moyen d'ajouter une touche de divertissement à un événement en famille ou entre amis. Les projecteurs modernes peuvent offrir une qualité d'image nette et détaillée, ce qui en fait une option attrayante pour les amateurs de cinéma à la maison. Les projecteurs peuvent être moins chers à l'achat et à l'entretien que les téléviseurs de grande taille, ce qui en fait une option économique pour ceux qui cherchent à économiser de l'argent. Les projecteurs peuvent être facilement connectés à d'autres appareils, tels que des lecteurs Blu-ray, des consoles de jeux ou des ordinateurs portables, ce qui en fait un moyen pratique de regarder des films, des émissions de télévision ou des jeux vidéo. Des promos sur les projecteurs XGIMI pour Noël ! C'est bon ? Vous êtes convaincus ? Alors maintenant voici quelques bonnes affaires à faire du côté de la marque XGIMI qui propose de jolis bons plans pour les fêtes... Alors autant en profiter avant qu'il ne soit trop tard ! En effet, ces réductions ne sont valables que jusqu'au 24 décembre ! Projecteurs portables / Mini projecteurs Pour avoir testé certains projecteurs de la marque dans cette catégorie, je peux vous assurer qu'ils constituent un très bon achat en combinant qualité, faible encombrement et prix raisonnable ! MoGo Pro -20% sur le MoGo Pro qui passe à 399€ au lieu de 499€(on l'a testé ici)Projecteur portable full HD avec Android TV Acheter le projecteur MoGo Pro Elfin -15% sur le Elfin qui passe à 549€ au lieu de 649€(on l'a testé ici)Projecteur full HD compact All-in-One Acheter le projecteur Elfin Halo+ -6% sur le Halo+ qui passe à 799€ au lieu de 849€Projecteur portable 1080p Acheter le projecteur Halo+ Projecteurs domestiques Dans sa gamme de projecteurs domestiques, XGIMI propose des produits un peu plus encombrants, mais qui affichent des caractéristiques assez impressionnantes comme le HORIZON Pro qui est vraiment dingue ! HORIZON Pro -11% sur le HORIZON Pro qui passe à 1699€ au lieu de 1899€Projecteur domestique 4K Achetez le projecteur HORIZON Pro Projecteurs laser Si vous avez le budget, vous allez pouvoir entrer dans une nouvelle dimension avec le projecteur Aura. Ce projecteur laser 4K se positionne à une trentaine de centimètres de votre écran/mur et peut atteindre une taille d'image de plus de 3 x 1.8 m avec une luminosité de 2400 ANSI Lumens et 4 haut-parleurs 15W intégrés. Une vraie tuerie pour laquelle il est vraiment intéressant de profiter des promos. Aura -14% sur le projecteur Aura qui passe à 2399€ au lieu de 2799€ soit 400€ de réduction !Projecteur 4K Laser à focale ultra courte Acheter le projecteur Aura Allez, faites vous plaisir profitez des promos sur les projecteurs XGIMI ! Vous le méritez !

[devoirat]

Devoir de Synthèse 3 Informatique 2ème Informatique

République Tunisienne Ministère de l’éducation D.R : Tunis 2 L.S : Lhrayria Devoir de Synthèse N°3 01 Juin 2013 Epreuve  :   Informatique Classe : 2eme tech 2 & 3 Durée : 2h Coef : 3 Ensg :Ansi Zouhaier. Nom :……………………………………… Classe :………… Note :                     /20 N.B : - le Devoir contient quatre exercices répartis sur quatre pages numérotés de 1 à - Les réponses seront sur ces feuilles qui seront rendu au surveillant à la fin d’examen - les fautes (les mots barrés) ne sont pas Exercice 1 1- Compléter les phrases suivantes par les mots qui conviennent: (5 pts)           - …………………….. est une sensation.................................... engendrée par …………………………….. crée par un corps en mouvement……………………………. - …………………………. regroupe l'ensemble.................................... permettant l'enregistrement ainsi que la restitution............................... , accompagnées ou non …………………………., pour obtenir une projection ou une transition animée comme au cinéma ou à la télévision. - Le mot................................... , Désigne des applications qui peuvent manipuler plusieurs …………………......... en même temps : musique, vidéo, son, image. - Valider chacune des propositions suivantes en mettant dans la case correspondante la lettre V si elle est vraie ou la lettre F : (5points)   ü  Les extensions suivantes sont des extensions d’images : MP3, GIF, JPEG   ü  Les caractéristiques d’un son sont : La hauteur, l’amplitude et le timbre   ü  Une image animée est formée par un ensemble d’images fixe.   ü  On a plusieurs logiciels de présentation parmi eux on peut citer : Powerpoint, FrontPage et Mozilla Firefox   ü  Une séquence vidéo est composée d’un ensemble d’images successives auquel est accolé un son.     Exercice 2 : (2 points) - quelles la différence entre : - Image fixe et image animées : .…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….… …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..…………… - Image matricielle (bitmap) et image vectorielle : ………….……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… …….……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..…… Exercice 3 : (4points) Ecrire un sous programme intitulé Surface permettant de calculer La surface d’un losange.     è Prévoir un algorithme appelant ce sous programme, ainsi que la traduction en pascal. 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Exercice 4 : (4points) On se propose de supprimer les éléments négatifs d’un vecteur V : - Elaborer une procédure remplissage(T : tab ; e : entier) qui permet de remplir un vecteur T de taille e. - Elaborer une procédure affichage (T : tab ; e : entier) qui permet de afficher un vecteur T de taille e. - Une procédure supprimer(T :tab ;e :entier) qui permet de supprimer les éléments négatifs d’un vecteur T de e entier. - Ecrire l’algorithme principal intitulé nettoyage permettant de supprimer les éléments négatifs dans un   v  La procédure Remplissage :   0) Procédure remplissage(T :Tab ; e :entier)   ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… v La procédure Affichage :   0) Procédure affichage( T :Tab ; e :entier)   ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… …………………………………………………………………………   v  La procédure Supprimer :   0) procédure supprimer(T :tab ;e :entier)     ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… v L’algorithme Principale Nettoyage:   0) Début nettoyage   ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… …………………………………………………………………………   Read the full article

[throwaway-yandere]

Saudade (Yandere!Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd/Reader)

A/n: it has been 500 years since I turned off my brain and wrote something out of pure passion lmao dimitri my beloved <333

Unreliable Synopsis: Circumstances won't allow you to be around the crown prince of Faerghus' side, and it wasn't as if you want to be near him either after allying with House Gloucester. Besides, if there was one person you want from your past back, who else would it be other than your old womanizer best friend? (Cw: yandere themes, violence, war)

commissioned by: @poptartsthings (holy sht thank you for making my first commission to be dimitri fic aaAAHHHHH--)

“You should just send them your letter– say that you’re sorry.”

"Uhuh, but what if he doesn't remember me anymore, Raph?"

"Well," Raphael placed both his hands behind his head, lolling back as he reeled a fish in. "There’s just no way. Based on your stories, I think he’s in love with you, (Y/n). You can't just ignore him forever, ya know?"

You raised an eyebrow, "yes, I can. It's not like there are tons of situations where I need to interact with the crown prince."

"Okay, true... But maaaaaybe you can try eating lunch with him!" Raphael brushed against your shoulder "There's nothing that can get people to open up like a good meal together. Maybe you can steal a seat– oh, and sneak in his favorites on his plate too."

You chuckled softly, "I think that method only works on you, Raph."

"Nonsense!" He said, shaking his head earnestly. "It also works on my baby sister!"

You snorted.

Your housemates are endearing. Truthfully, you never would have expected that it's comfortable in the Golden Deer. Your heart desired to become a Blue Lions graduate like your parents, but familial circumstances or lack-there-of forbade any opportunity. Had life been easier on you, your dorm wall would've sported your family’s blue flag.

And not Gloucester’s.

Since your parents perished in what is now known as the “Tragedy of Duscur”, Count Gloucester assumed responsibility of being your legal guardian. Your parents had always thought of Lorenz’s father as a close ally. Plus, this arrangement was better than living up the frigid north with estranged minor noble relatives who gave you an even more colder shoulder.

However, thread any less carefully around the Alliance, and you might find yourself under his conservatorship forever. You just have to thank the Blue Sea Star that you didn’t bore a crest lest you’d be engaged to Lorenz. Uncle Erwin is a wonderful father to him and he doesn’t treat you with malice either— but of course, he keeps an eye open to morally gray opportunities to exploit your title.

And that includes listing your name amongst the Golden Deers.

At first, you were hesitant in showing that you're an “outlier” in class, but it seems you fit the mold quite easily. Too easily. Not because you had been accustomed to their social norms, it is more like the fawns are oddballs themselves. The youngest was an enchantment waiting to explode, your largest was a total muscle-head, the house leader has a screw loose when it comes to strategic retreat and poisoning, and the rest are just as eccentric.

No one cares if you told them you have an affinity for theater here, and spoilers: they really did not give a damn. Except for maybe when Ignatz genuinely went "oh, that sounds wonderful, (Y/n)!" before the conversation digressed about Leonie's mismatched socks she bought on the market.

Oh, but Raphael and Claude did care when they found out that you might've had a long but faded friendship with at least four of the Blue Lions. Compared to Claude, you trust that Raphael comes from a good place whenever he brings them up. Since he and Ignatz were childhood friends who slowly grew apart, he has your best intentions whenever he suggests something that could reignite your relationship with either Sylvain, Felix, Ingrid, or Prince Dimitri.

Claude, on the other hand…

The house leader first emerged as a shadow, then he sat down and squeezed between you and Raphael, with his arm encircled around your waist. Claude's apparent lack of etiquette went unmentioned by either of you (you suspect Claude is part-Almyran), but you do intend to ignore him later like your "foster brother" does.

"Trading secrets about Prince Dimitri, are we? Won't ya invite poor me along in your little secret meeting?”

You sighed tiredly, "Claude–"

"I was just kidding. No need to give me that face," Claude raised his arms defensively. “My lips are sealed— I never heard a single word between you two, promise.”

The deers were a little leery of your prior association with the crown prince of Faerghus. Claude, who frequently pries into everyone's private affairs, persistently diverted your focus to the Lions. In fact, he once burned your favorite book to forcibly draw your attention to the library so that you'll share the same room with Dimitri. Talk about extremes, really.

But you did notice that there's something off about Claude this time.

“So what brings you here? There’s no way you’ve come here to fish.”

“Yeah, no…” He cringed. “I’d rather do the eating part.”

“Haha, you get it, Claude!” Raphael said before the two men shared a crisp high-five.

Ah, these fawns…

You sighed, “can we skip to the part where you explain why you’re sitting beside me right now?”

“Sure. Leonie wanted me to tell you that Lysithea told her that Lorenz was told by Prof—”

“Do you not know the meaning of “skip”, Riegan?”

“Nah, course I do,” Claude smirked. “It’s just fun to tease people who live in House Gloucester.”

“Sothis, have mercy.”

“As I was saying, Lorenz was told by Professor Byleth to tell you that Sylvain is now part of the Golden Deer.”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“… What?”

There was no dramatic gasp. Nothing sensational or derogatory comment was elicited from impetuous lips. You simply blinked and said the words "what? as if it were a simple joke. Claude needn’t explain that those were facts. Based on how he approached with worry written on his face that he failed to hide from you, he wasn't jesting.

You're reluctant to speak with Sylvain. You last spoke to him in earnest four years ago. Don't get it twisted, you do want to get back in touch with that philanderer's good graces, but where would you even start?

Dear Sylvain, I’m sorry for ignoring your letters? Dear Sylvain, I’ll reimburse you for all the theater tickets you gifted before without my consent? Dear Sylvain, I’m a garbage best friend?

… Knowing him, he’d likely frame that letter with careful preservation while the ink from his heaps of love letters faded inside his shelf collection. If you were to send similar letters to the other two, Felix would train to become a mortal savant and burn the letter out of spite, and Ingrid would have simply torn them up.

“WOAH!!!”

Raphael's chest caught your attention for a brief moment, and you quickly avoided him, concerned that those wooden buttons will suddenly protrude into your eyes. Your housemate captured the fish without even feeling his buttons tear apart from his outfit.

Goddess Messenger.

That’s quite an expensive catch right there.

But it felt like an omen for something.

“… I’m heading back to my dorm room.”

“Want us to go with you?” Raphael offered, but he reeked of fish.

“No, I’ll head there alone.”

Claude tilted his head, “Sylvain is probably there, you know.”

“I know,” you nodded. “But I’m tired.”

“I just can’t run away from the lions anymore.”

You should’ve taken your words literally.

Instead, the phrase "I need to get over this, fast" resonated in your thoughts, and you bolted as soon as the impulse to settle everything fueled your anxiety. You should have cared if someone got in your way, but you didn't.

“Ngh—” you flinched, bumping into someone’s back. “Whoops— sorry about that—”

You froze as you looked up.

Great. Just your luck.

“… What is there to be forgiven, (Y/n)?”

And of course, he called you by your first name. Your arguments against Raphael were demonstrably false. A futile hoax. Why even try to imagine that he might have forgotten about you?

Dimitri smiled softly, his eyes crinkling in delight. You gulped shakily.

After all, how can the crown prince ever forget his first love?

Now that you took a good look, his hair was much shorter than how it used to be and he grew positively taller. It’s a haircut you took a while to get used to, especially since you recalled how his hair used to hover near his shoulder. Not that you didn’t know about any of this information already. It’s just that you had to reassess those facts after seeing him up close. Perhaps a bit too close for comfort.

If only your last memories with him were as pleasant as his face.

He wanted you as his consort, but you had nothing to offer him. No land, no worthy title befitting for a king’s spouse, and no true inheritance in your arsenal at age 15. But when one has less to lose, they become more introspective. While clinging to Sothis' statue and pleading for life, they gain wisdom. Unlike the prince, you were not naive to what could befall the kingdom if you were to marry him. Instead, you sought asylum by knocking on Uncle Erwin’s door with the few loyal servants to House (L/n) left, and he accepted your offer after days of consideration.

His name will be tarnished as a young traumatized prince who copes by spoiling a love unrequited. But most of all? The loss of his friends and family would’ve developed his separation anxiety towards you more if you stayed.

The prince was something of a doormat teenager. He begged and nearly cried when you had accidentally slipped out that you’ll be allying with House Gloucester– but stopped his outburst the moment you chewed him out with hurtful phrases. Dimitri clung onto you like an affectionate pup and if his childhood self could latch on for the rest of his life, he would in a heartbeat. Perhaps it was the side-effect of being his first friend. He had always been a genuinely kind person, but he was always so caught up in whatever happened in the past.

Was it rational or heartless to leave him and the rest of your companions behind? Likely both, if you were to ask El.

That doesn't mean you don't occasionally catch a glimpse of him at the officer's academy. It's hilarious how, after Dedue performed his duties as a vassal, Dimitri now had to cope with a situation that was identical to yours. A "protector" so dependent… it was as though you were watching the prince try on your shoes. Your “you don’t have to shield me every time we go to the training grounds” line became His Highness’ catchphrase towards his retainer. And you’re not sure what to feel about that.

Was it comedy or plain karma? Likely both, if you were to ask Claude.

“Good evening, Your Highness,” you bowed. There would’ve been more eyes on you inside the cafeteria if you hadn’t. Gossips of lese-majeste would’ve stirred even Lindhart awake. “Do you require something from me?”

Formal.

Too formal for him, but not formal enough for you.

Dimitri's brows wrinkled, and you briefly saw his lip tremble. His hands were behind his back, and one of them was discreetly and firmly gripping his wrist. That man had a pained, speechless expression on his face, and you don't hold him responsible when words fall short.

But when words do fail, you wished he could just stop talking whenever he feels overwhelmed.

“I…”

I miss you. So much.

You didn’t need to hear it to know what he wanted to say.

Princess Edelgard was right, Dimitri is wholly predictable.

He cleared his throat, ears turning red.

“It had been so long since we had last spoken, has it not?”

“It has.”

“Around 4 years, so I'd say.”

“Hmm. So it has,” you doubt he noticed how your words were curt and redundant, since he's too busy trying not to melt. “So it has.”

“Are you enjoying the Golden Deer house, s-so far?” Dimitri manufactured a smile. “I’ve heard you and Lorenz made for a wonderful tag team at the last House Tournament.”

Bullshit.

He didn’t just “hear” about it.

You saw him cheer for you giddily in that tournament.

There is nothing he can conceal from you. If he were as cunning as Claude, it might take you some time to discover who was responsible for leaving sloppy, "anonymous" love letters inside your dorm. There were also petals tucked inside. Pink camellias, a sign of longing.

“It’s a feat not worthy of your praise, your Highness.”

Seriously, you don’t want to hear him flatter you anymore.

“Simply untrue,” he shook his head earnestly. “I’ve also heard that—… Y… You are fond of Raphael. As a friend— of course. It’s relieving to know that you have many companions from different walks of life— which is to say, I approve of whoever you talk to, but—”

You’re not deaf. You noticed how much his words were about your relations with others. There’s no other interpretation to this other than jealousy.

Still, his face was red. He must be too caught up in the joy of talking to you that he didn’t care for how envious his words sounded. You laughed curtly. You want to remind him the reason why you left, but you can’t explain a thing despite desperately wanting to, just like him.  

Dimitri wants you back, so much so that he's stuttering in every sentence.

But you didn’t reply to his ramblings. Save for the cafeteria hall’s chatter, it was silent. You’ve long accepted in your heart that your family is dead and you ought to coast forward. 

And there’s no future where you will cut through a path beside Dimitri. 

Besides, House (L/n) had histories of trading tactics with Leicester, and you cannot discount how people refer to your blood as sheeple with its loyalty. It’s a double-edged sword, one you’d utilize well if you close your eyes right now and ignored the heartbreak and yearning in his eyes.

And so, you closed your eyes.

“My apologies, I’m in a hurry so I’m afraid I have to get going. Farewell, Your Highness.”

Dimitri's eyes widened, trying to reach for your arm.

“(Y/n), please wait–”

But you were already gone.

“Hey there, (N/n)!”

It was only when you heard a familiar voice did you open your eyes again.

An attractive and familiar young man lazily leaned on one hand on your door, completely blocking your dorm room. “Are you gonna talk to me now, or are you just going to ignore me for the rest of the school year?”

He’s here.

You steeled yourself.

“Gautier…” You exhaled.

“Oof, “Gautier”, they said,” he frowned. “Not a single “I miss you, Sylvain”? No “gosh, sorry I didn’t talk to you for so long, I was just too shy to admit that I was wrong!”?”

You chuckled nervously.

“Perceptive as ever, I see.” But you weren’t wrong. Becoming a Golden Deer was the right path for you.

“Not perceptive, but hopeful really,” Sylvain shrugged. “Based on that reply, I’m glad my wishful thinking was spot on. You do miss me.”

“I do, but I now just realized I’m not prepared for this conversation,” you said, surprised by your upfront and composed anxiety. That talk with Dimitri seriously drained all the energy you garnered earlier. “Can we do this later?”

“No can do. I shall allow you passage if thee speaks from the heart,” he teased with his signature ladykiller grin. “Go on, say it~”

You sighed, burlesquely exasperated.

The two of you adore theater, so talks like these were commonplace. He’d mask his flaws when confessing sins in this manner, but you prefer to hear his real justifications. In any case, this is just another conquest for him to gad off and hunt some girls in another house— and your new professor is undoubtedly a sight to behold.

“Oh, Sylvain, mine dear friend, thou art missed for nearly half a decade, but mine fear did not condone myself to reach out.”

Like two birds of a feather, you also similarly mask your sentimentality.

Funny how you can easily say you miss Sylvain, but not Dimitri.

Sylvain smiled. Genuinely, this time.

“Good.”

The resolution was surprisingly fast. You were willing to bet you both anticipated a serious confrontation– a meeting that feels like a long-awaited class reunion after a war or so. But no.

The two of you are still flawed yet perceptive idiots after 4 years of not talking.

You both laughed in unison.

What were you worrying about anyway? You knew that at this point if Sylvain was angry at you for leaving, he should have grown tired of that emotion.

His primary grudge had always been the crest system, not you.

You should've had this talk earlier, he's the only one in the Blue Lions you were sure won't blame a crestless noble like you for those circumstances.

“Now move, Gautier.”

He stepped aside smugly.

…

You opened your mouth in surprised indignation.

“Why does my room look clean?”

“I had Mercedes help me clean it up the moment I took a look inside. Seriously, I can’t believe you managed to live in a complete pigsty—”

“It’s like you want to sour our reestablished friendship in under 5 minutes, Sylvie.”

“...”

“What? Too old to be called Sylvie nowadays?”

“No, keep calling me that,”

Sylvain never stopped smiling.

“Oh, and by the way? I miss you too, (N/n).”

“… There you are.”

As soon as Sylvain left the hall to your dorm, he was greeted by the sight of the crown prince lingering in front of the stairways. Unlike Sylvain, he was not leaning on anything while waiting. The prince stood straight, dignified.

Then again, Sylvain knew his royal motivations lie in jealousy— and that’s far from “dignified.”

Sylvain can tell from his stiff stance that Claude was particularly touchy-feely earlier, which was exactly why he requested Lorenz to relay the message instead rather than the house leader. His Highness must’ve seen how close you sat beside Raphael and then Claude. The Golden Deer's leader knew Dimitri was obsessed with you— he probably intended to provoke him for the upcoming Battle of Eagle and Lion. It didn't help that Dimitri had his eyes on you, always. If not him, then Dedue.

Not that Claude's scheme will work. Dimitri was satisfied just to see you smile, even when it pains him to acknowledge that it wasn’t for him or because of him.

Sylvain is an exception to that rule.

Dimitri had a cold glint in his azure eyes, but his gaze all but glared at Sylvain. He had a smidgen of control, for now. But it’s not long until what Sylvain had prophesied about the crown prince quipping a remark or two about staying away from you will occur.

“Waiting for me to explain my random decision, I’m guessing?”

“Oh, I simply liked standing here but sure, Sylvain! I’d dearly love to know the rational thought behind switching houses out of the blue. It is not as if Felix and Ingrid were worried about you,” Dimitri generously gave his princely smile.

Sometimes, Sylvain forgets it was physically possible for someone so austere with himself like Dimitri to say something laced with malicious sarcasm. But Sylvain knew Dimitri stood there because he was still worried about his friend, even when he pretends to be unbothered.

Like bread and butter, Dimitri and forced positivism complement each other disastrously well. The Blue Lions often caught him murmuring things like "I'm delighted (Y/n) is making new friends" or "I hope Claude continues to treat them well" despite having a glum expression on his face, obviously bottling up his envy. Felix finds it as easy as breathing to call him out on this behavior: "Why bother stalking them when you can't handle the envy you feel when they hugged Lorenz or held hands with Marianne? ”

His Highness never answered that question. He thinks had kept his feral thoughts at bay most of the time and will continue to do so.

Still… Raphael, Claude, and then Sylvain… Dimitri can’t catch a break.

Why do all these men keep approaching you?

Will you never recognize the perpetual anguish that befall him the moment you didn't reach for his hand and took Count Gloucester's that day? Have you no sympathy for the man that promised your protection— for the boy you trained and sneaked out when you thought the king wasn't looking? Whenever he wakes up the following morning without you, do you not experience the same emptiness and loneliness that he does?

Was it because he is a "troubled prince" nowadays?

Was it because he couldn't taste anything anymore?

Why did you eat saghert and cream with Ignatz instead of him at the cafeteria?

Why did these men have to ruin the one taste he can recall?

He lies awake every night to the sound of phantom screams from fallen soldiers, friends, and family against his hand-covered ears.

But you were his solace. His “God/dess”.

And just like with the Goddess Sothis, he lacked the means to grasp your hand...

If only his cold hands could wring those men's necks as well...

“... Do you really want to know, Your Highness?”

It took Dimitri a while before he snapped out of his trance. His voice dipped low, his breathing uneasy, and his eyes lacked focus.

Sylvain looked at him with pity Dimitri wished you spared him instead.

“Yes,” he exhaled. “It shall help our friends put their minds at ease.”

“Well, well, you're sure it's not because you'll miss me?”

“Sylvain.”

“Okay, fine, I’ll tell you,” Sylvain dreamily gazed up at the sky and boldly proclaimed:

“The new professor was hot.”

“Sylvain!—”

“Calm down, Your Highness! That was just a joke.”

Unlikely.

“I joined because (Y/n) is there.”

Dimitri froze.

The meaning behind those words could either be tolerable or impermissible enough to make the prince push Sylvain to the training grounds without remorse.

Sylvain’s not going to try and suddenly woo you now, will he?

You did grow more gorgeous after four years after all…

But Sylvain can't have you— Dimitri might just lose it. Out of everyone on campus, he refuses to let an adamant skirt-chaser take you.

“… Elaborate.”

“Elaborate? What’s there to elaborate?” Sylvain crossed his arms behind his back, now back to his laissez-faire attitude in life. He cackled to himself, absolutely unrepentant. “Is it bad that I want to reunite with an old friend? You know, before they were your friend, they were mine. Don’t forget that we’re both older than you, Dimitri.”

Multiple considerations led to why Sylvain chose to frolic with the deers rather than squander the school year at the lion’s den. One of these includes avoiding Ingrid’s nagging— he can’t be bothered having a pegasus pecking around while he galavants with (unfortunate) women.

But most of it boiled down to reunite with the one platonic relationship he missed.

Sylvain became Dimitri’s ally through you. Had you not approached Sylvain and Dimitri during one of King Lambert’s birthday celebrations, they wouldn’t have initiated a friendship through a children’s version of a bergamot tea party away from drunken nobility. More opportunities to befriend the prince would’ve likely presented themselves through Ingrid and Felix, but that memory of tiny cups and tea-stained shoes was special because it had you.

Because you were smart and kind enough to drag Sylvain out of his older brother’s schemes of public humiliation under the guise of being “invited” to an audience with royalty.

You were more of a sibling than Miklan ever was.

“By two years,” Dimitri stressed. “You’re only older than me by two years.”

“Your point? Doesn’t change the fact that compared to most students this year, we’re one of the older ones.”

He bit his bottom lip.

Age was one of Dimitri’s insecurities. It cannot be helped— if he were only older, people would’ve listened to his testimony for the people of Duscur more seriously— if he were only older, he would’ve had control over his uncle—

Dimitri’s knuckles grew white underneath his gloves.

If he were only older, then maybe you would’ve stayed by his side.

“What a lark. Are you attempting to compete on who had a better relationship with (Y/n)?”

“No, Your Highness, YOU are.”

Dimitri’s eyes widened. He hadn’t realized that those pointed words he spoke aimed towards himself like a misthrown javelin.

"Let’s be honest, Your Highness. I’m saying this as a friend, but you could be a bit tone-deaf and insufferable around them,” Sylvain deadpanned. “You had some serious attachment issues and you never listen when they tell you to stop with all those creepy comments about protecting them forever.”

“Is… Is that so?”

Dimitri muttered to himself while looking at his shoes, sounding almost broken. He had doubts, but Sylvain’s words practically cemented that you’d be unwilling to spend time with him again.

“Besides, if this were a competition, you lost the moment I waited at their dorm.”

The prince’s head snapped back up like a confused puppy.

“Why is that?”

What a horrible thing to ask.

“Because (Y/n) just told me that they missed me,” Sylvain smirked.

“And if you were there, you could’ve heard them call me Sylvie too, just like the good old days.”

Since that talk with Sylvain, Dimitri wanted to make you as lonely as him.

Oh, how he badly wanted to whisk you away from that house– oh just how much he wished he could force you to wear his cape– to wear the color of the lions.

But none of that matters now.

You look prettier when doused in splattered red.

The soil sipped the blood that drained from Ignatz's head. It reminded you of the time you asked the painter if he could use blood as a dye. If he were to watch this scene, he would've waxed poetic about how he will be simply returning his life to the earth, but the beauty of death is lost on you. The gravity of war weighed far more than the theatrics of what-he-would've-spoken.

It’s been five years since the war started.

You had lost your voice two years ago the moment Dimitri kidnapped you on your expedition to Garreg Mach— you’ve mistaken him for a bandit and in a blind rage, he dealt a massive blow to your neck. Dimitri didn’t mind that you had lost your ability to speak he seemed to relish that you’re similarly deformed. He romanticized both your disabilities often. A “God/dess” who couldn’t speak and a “boar” who couldn’t quite see. What a royal pair indeed…

You can’t say your prayers now, but you hoped thinking about praying for Ignatz was enough…

Ignatz should've turned 22 this year. Based on the way he last behaved, he didn't seem prepared for this war and had been misplaced by Professor Byleth.

You’ll never be able to eat saghert and cream with him again.

You can't remember what tactic you used in this battle. Was it Felix who was assigned to stick ten feet away from you who had slain Ignatz? Or was it Ingrid who rode her pegasus to stab the sniper in a suicidal fashion?

This entire battle is a blur. You can no longer stand straight and aim your sword reluctantly toward anyone.

Why can't everything go back to how it was before? Why can't you just fish at the Great Bridge of Myrddin with Uncle Erwin again?

You wobbled down the grass as a wyvern obstructed your view with its proud albino scales cruising the sky. Claude sits atop, his face stony through a nearly unrecognizable expression of placid anger. His emerald eyes inevitably met yours.

You didn't stand with your sword supporting you, and he didn't draw his bow either. Instead, before leaving to find the bright red target everyone called an "Emperor", Claude mouthed words that only you two could understand. You uttered nothing in response. Even if Claude were to succeed, his scheme would be futile.

Sylvain can’t save you from Dimitri.

Like a fairytale, it begins and ends with the crown prince. It always had.

But if Dimitri was the protagonist of this story, then pray tell, what does that make you?

A damsel in distress?

The king's court jester?

All you ever wanted was for House (L/n) to survive, to preserve your family name and dwindling territory against House Charon. You desired the opportunity to emulate your father. A fearless front-liner and a skilled tactician.

However, you have not taken any real action to end this war. You moved like a weak infantry, unable to maintain balance on one leg or call out for upcoming danger.

You just can’t run away from the lions anymore.

"Get up."

You couldn't move, mortified.

His Highness is back.

"I said GET UP!!!"

His iron-like hands yanked your hair up, and you felt some of it weeded out by his sheer brute force. You wept immediately but held back tears. Despite your commitment to keeping your composure, he had torn away what little hold you had left on what you call "stability." Your knees shook as his tall figure began to drag you away. Each step felt more jagged than the last. Your heart beat erratically as you worried about toppling down– and when you inevitably did, he was there to pick you up.

For Dimitri, this situation was advantageous. Most Golden Deers are here, which meant he had opportunities to route them all. He had already stabbed Ignatz, incessantly. Each draw of his lance— each crack of the artist’s glasses and bones— rejuvenated whatever youth war had stolen from him. The future king of lions couldn’t stop grinning maniacally as his eyes lay upon a deer’s corpse. It was as if his sense of taste was coming back. All of his soldiers and classmates were too terrified to stop his senseless slaughter. If Gustave did not scold him about the oncoming army, he would’ve continued damaging the corpse senselessly.

But it’s only a matter of time until he shoots for the leader of the herd as well.

He still hasn’t forgiven him for using his beloved against him back at the Battle of the Eagle and Lion. This was the perfect opportunity for revenge. Once they’re out of the picture, then it’s only Edelgard left who he had to worry about— but until then, he’ll have to take the deers’ lives for stealing his beloved away.

Shame that Lorenz had yet to be found.

"Tch. Fool."

He cradled you like a bride but gripped your jaw like a hostage. Dimitri's current appearance is much too different from what he used to be. Sweat and blood had greased up his unruly hair, and the blue cloak that was slung over his shoulders was much dirtier.

"I command you to eat."

It was almost sweet. Almost kind when his voice softened for just a millisecond. Almost touching how his one eye gazed upon your sunken features with disdain.

But your appreciation for it all vanished the moment he robbed something from Ignatz's corpse.

"Eat."

He shoved onto you Ignatz's last bloody loaf of bread. It was hard, yet soaked.

Your throat couldn't express how terrified you were upon holding it.

"Gone deaf as well, have we?"

He pushed the bread closer to your chest, effectively crushing it against you. Dimitri breathed against your ear.

"I SAID: EAT.”

Your tears and Ignatz's blood salted your food.

The bread tasted just like the ones Raphael's family had in their inn.

Ignatz… He probably got this from Raphael… Which means he's in Gronder as well…

You sobbed as you took a feeble bite.

Please… Please be safe, Raphael.

Dimitri saw your struggle. He saw your continued concern for those who were after his life and yours. Why do you spare sympathy for the bodies that got in the way between you and him? They did not warrant those tears. The weak must fall— even he too will join them someday.

And so, Dimitri closed his eye.

You’ve gone fragile in his arms, and that was not spoken in a romantic sense. He had fractured your right leg enough to make you use your sword as a cane, yet he insists on dragging you in combat. Time and time again, he forces you to witness what he is capable of and more till you’re unable to write complaints.

Dimitri wanted to reassure you that you’re on the right side of history.

That you can cut a path beside him— you just weren’t trying hard enough before.

And it was a challenge the prince can’t easily scale. You never showed your appreciation for longer than a minute. When he learned how to dance begrudgingly with El after she had poisoned him with thoughts that he could use her teachings someday to dance with you— you dared to ask Sylvain out during the White Heron Cup. When he tried to give you a more fancy dagger as well during El’s parting, you admired Sylvain’s coincidental parcel of theater tickets and tea leaves instead.

Sylvain, Sylvain, Sylvain—

It was always Sylvain.

His entire body shook from laughter. You shriveled in fear as his voice echoed throughout the battlefield.

The beast put you down underneath a tree's shade that he deemed as safe.

… and kissed your forehead.

“I can see him approaching us.”

Dimitri cooed mockingly.

“Shall I decapitate and mount that filthy rat's head on a silver plate?”

You didn’t need to hear him utter his name to know he was referring to Sylvain. It was tempting to challenge him on how he could say such a thing about someone who had once been a friend, but that inquiry wouldn't help. Dimitri cupped your face and wiped your tears away with his rough and heavy hands. You flinch so easily nowadays.

How adorable.

Five years ago, you won't move a muscle whenever he kissed your forehead good night.

Five years ago, he worried about accidentally waking you up and exposing himself for breaking into your dorm so often just to drop his unhinged love letters.

Five years ago, watching you rest allowed moments of respite.

However, it didn’t invigorate him as much as your tears did now.

“Fret not, my fellow monster, I shall fetch it for you,”

He tightened his grip on his areadbhar, scanning the right field. The lance's crest stone glowed, and there was no looking back after that.

You’re here now, and he will NEVER let you leave. He won’t have a repeat of what had occurred when Count Gloucester was present around nine years ago or so. He’ll protect you this time, and it no longer mattered to him if he were a corpse or a monster in your eyes. It mattered not that he no longer slept. He intends to keep you alive and by his side, just like what he had promised in his childhood.

You can't even begin to imagine how much being away from you ruined him.

He had reached the point where he will kill everyone that tried to touch you, and he won’t have someone else do it, too.

Was this love or obsession? Likely both, if you were to ask Lady Rhea.

But what does Rhea know about Dimitri’s mental state anyways? She’s been missing for years now, she might as well be dead to you.

Without thinking, you grabbed his cloak. He patted your head but his eyes were locked on the cavalry unit from afar, and the dark and sinister smirk on his face solidified your fears.

Sylvain approached faster, and you did your best not to cry.

If he dares to fight Dimitri in the state he is now, then he might as well be a dead man walking too.

You wished you didn’t have to join the Golden Deer house— you wished Sylvain didn’t follow suit— and you wish you didn’t leave Sylvain behind. You did not doubt that if it hadn’t been for you, Dimitri would have concentrated only on Edelgard and joined forces with Claude to eliminate her. It would have given this historical period a more coordinated scheme. History won’t have to remember you as the catalyst that made things worse.

"(N/n)!"

You heard Sylvain yell from behind Dimitri, which only made your heart ache more.

It's been years since you last heard his voice again.

Dimitri took your warm hands and brushed his cheek against it, no matter how obvious it was that your eyes yearned for someone else’s touch.

He looked at you with such a soft gaze that you nearly forgot the monster he had become.

“Once we hang his head on our bedroom wall, you have no right to complain about missing “Sylvie” ever again, my beloved.”

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Mars the Bringer of War: Act 2 Scene 10

Content Warnings: Violence (Including amputation), Guns, Manipulation (mention)

“Everything ready?” Fontain asked. He had a comm link set up with Ex-Act, but the video was choppy. With their technological prowess, that was likely on purpose.

“Everything’s already in motion. All my team needs is a signal from me and we get your wild cards out of there right from under the empress’ nose. And I only give that signal when you uphold your part of the deal.”

He hesitated. “And you only use it in extreme circumstances, right?”

“Only if you ever decide to betray me. Something you don’t plan to do, right?” They tilted their head and raised an eyebrow, a position that the camera froze on for a while.

“Of course not.” He cleared his throat. “But I’m sure you can understand my hesitation.”

They chuckled. “I’m going through with my plan to capture Mars whether you give me what I ask for or not. It’s up to you whether you want your wild cards, or if they’re going to rot in the palace while they’re on extreme lockdown for the next year. Your call, Nebula.”

He let out a breath. “Okay.” He pulled up a file on his ocular implant and stared at it for a moment, then sent it over to Ex-Act’s encrypted network.

Ten seconds later, a message appeared in his ocular view.

New user detected. User Name: 2494i03fIF38t. User 2494i03fIF38t changed their User Name to: Ex-Act.

“A deal is a deal, Nebula. You’ll have your wild cards in forty-eight hours or less. I’m sure you’ll hear what happens next.” The image froze on their dangerous grin. “See you soon.”

~

Round two was about to start, and the other team had positioned the defender, O’Hool, in front of Mars. It was a strange move considering the best position for the defender was either another defender or one of the wings. It wasn’t uncommon, but at this level of play, some might see it as a blunder.

Mars adjusted the sword hilt in her hand. The wires in her metal hand acting as her nerves let her feel the grooves she’d carved into the hilt. She’d done it to center herself. She hadn’t noticed it before, but a distinct feeling that something was wrong had wormed its way into her gut. She never took these feelings lightly, even if they were wrong.

She risked a glance up to the empress. She didn’t look worried, but all of the other Planets did. Pluto especially, along with Saturn, who’d turned away from the game entirely and was talking to someone.

A message appeared through her ocular implant from Venus. Just a few intruders. Keep making me proud. Mars had turned her implant off, or at least as off as it got, as per snapshot rules, but messages from the empress came through no matter what.

She took a deep breath. If the empress wasn’t worried, it couldn’t be that bad, right? Who am I kidding, she thought. The empress always feels safest around me.

“Mars, you alright?” Skar asked.

She tightened her grip on the sword and ran her thumb over the grooves. “Focus on the game.”

They tapped their knuckles together. “Understood, boss.”

The referee called a start to the round. O’Hool threw the shield at her and she ducked under it wholly out of instinct. Throwing one’s weapon was against the rules, but even before the referee noticed and called for a stop to the action, O’Hool appeared directly behind the shield and wrapped his limbs around Mars’ arms. Definitely against the rules.

Mars’ right arm broke his grip easily, but her left arm wasn’t quite strong enough. She slammed her free hand into his beak, then his head, in an attempt to weaken his grip. After a third punch, she broke free fully.

That was when the ceiling caved in. It was made of tritanium, but there were a few skylights that weren’t as strong. Mars glanced upwards to see a ship descending through the hole it had just made. It wasn’t one from the Imperial shipyard, the make was completely different. A pirate ship, most likely.

“Holy shit! Someone wanted to crash the party,” Skar shouted as they dodged the wing’s attacks.

“Restrain her!” Ansi shouted.

O’Hool tried once more to wrap his limbs around Mars, but she was ready this time. She rammed her sword at the outstretched limbs and they froze in place. She quickly followed up with his other set of limbs, then his legs.

Mars joined in Flora’s fight with Ansi, this time forgoing the sword and slamming her right arm into Ansi’s temple. She fell like a ragdoll and Mars caught her before she fell and held her up at eye level.

“What are you trying to do?” she growled.

She blinked the stars from her eyes. “What I’ve been paid to do,” she replied. Her sword slammed into Mars’ torso and she felt the uniform constrict around her chest. She tossed Ansi at Flora and checked on the ship. It hovered about ten meters off the ground and a rope had descended from the door.

The empress! Mars’ instincts screamed. She backed up and ran towards the edge of the arena, vaulting the low fence with ease.

Someone stepped in front of her. It was Elise.

“Keep the enemy team occupied, I’m going to protect the empress,” she said, and stepped to the side. Elise followed, keeping herself in front of Mars.

“I can’t let you do that, champion,” she said.

“What? Elise, we don’t have time for this.” She tried to move again, but Elise intercepted her again.

“Who do you think makes sure you win every game?” she asked. “Your first tournament, you were quite possibly the worst snapshot player who’s ever made it that far.”

Two figures clad in black dropped to the ground behind Elisa, both sporting electric batons. Painful, but nonlethal, used in riot control and by those who wanted to capture someone alive.

“You’re working for them?” Mars tightened her fists. “All this time, you’ve been against the empress?”

“You don’t know an ounce of what’s going on.” Her eyes tightened at the corners. “All you know is enough to be your empress’ little pet and to kill whoever she asks you to kill.”

“If you don’t get out of my way, I’ll—”

“You’ll what? Kill me like you kill innocents? Or will I end up as a casualty just like Amanda did?”

Mars launched herself at Elise. Her fist found her jaw and Elisa stumbled back. The figures behind her ran out and Mars felt electricity short out her uniform’s electronics. It all tensed up at once and then loosened.

“Mars!” Venus shouted.

Another baton hit Mars’ stomach and she smelled smoke as her nerves screamed. She fell back and caught a third baton swing with her metal hand. It didn’t hurt, but that was because the connections in the limb were fried the instant the electricity hit and it all went limp.

The figure on her left got ready to swing a fourth time, but a shimmer behind them yanked the baton out of their hand and swung it like a baseball bat against their chest. Skar appeared above their twitching form.

“Get out of here, champion, we got this covered,” they said.

Mars shook her head. “I’m not letting anyone else die because of me,” she grunted. Her eyes caught motion behind them. More figures approached her friends in the stands. Liza had her gun out, but was obviously outnumbered.

“No!” Mars roared. She kicked the second figure in their stomach and followed up with a punch to their face. She tried to follow up with her right arm, but it still wouldn’t respond. “Fuck!” She looked over at Skar. “Those attackers, over in the stands. Do what you can to even the odds.”

“You got it, champion.” They vanished.

“I’ll help out,” Flora said from behind Mars, and charged towards the stands.

“Rowan,” Mars whispered. “Rowan! Where are you?”

The Terra-Astrain from the other team, one of the wings, charged at Mars from the side. “Too late for him,” he said. “You’re next, champion.”

She ducked under his punch and launched herself, shoulder first, into his chest. While she couldn’t move her metal arm, it did well as a battering ram, and she tackled him to the ground.

“Mars!” Venus shouted again. Mars launched to her feet at her voice. She didn’t have time. Her eyes caught the limp form of Rowan. She couldn’t tell if he was dead or just unconscious, but there was a significant amount of blood around his body.

“Empress,” Mars rasped, and turned around. The empress stood alone, well, alone as someone with ten guards around them could stand. The other Planets had fled. More black-clad figures approached.

Mars charged towards the stands. She jumped up the two meters of concrete that the stands rested on and she hooked her working fingers on the edge. It took a bit of effort, but she pulled herself up to where she could set her feet on the first level.

A hand hooked around one of her legs and she grabbed onto the railing to keep from being pulled back down to the stadium floor. She looked down to see Elise. Mars slammed her other foot down on her face and rolled forwards over the railing.

“We would rather have you unharmed, champion,” Elise called.

“Should have thought of that before you had these goons bring electric weapons,” Mars snapped. “And before you threatened my team and my empress.”

“Fuck your empress! Don’t you understand? She ripped you from your home because she’s delusional! Forced you to become her killing machine for her own damn pleasure.”

“Shut up!” Mars roared. “You don’t know anything.”

“I know a lot more than you think. And I know that the second you let her down, she’s going to replace you like you’re an empty battery pack.”

She had to stop herself from vaulting back over the railing and attacking Elise. “You’re going to be charged as a traitor when all of this is over. Mark my words, you’re going to rot in prison.” She turned back before Elise could say anything else and resumed her charge towards Venus.

She took the first figure by surprise, wrapping her arm around their neck and kicking their feet out from under them. She took their baton and slammed it down on their head. She swung the baton at the next figure, who managed to parry with their own baton at the last second. She pressed the attack until that figure went down.

Electricity swam up her arm as another baton collided with her metal arm. She couldn’t feel it until it got to her nerve endings in her shoulder, which started to burn. She spun around and jabbed the baton right into their neck, which took them down.

“Your arm,” Venus said.

“We need to get you out of here, empress,” Mars said between heavy breaths.

“I’m right behind you,” she said.

Mars looked up at the guards surrounding her. “Anyone comes after us, you keep them away from the empress, got it?” They all nodded their understanding and readied their guns. “This way,” she said to Venus, and ran towards the nearest exit.

More figures stood on the other side of the exit, letting frightened guests stream past them. Mars skidded to a stop and as soon as they saw her, they advanced, now attacking any guests that got between them and her.

“You won’t get the empress,” Mars growled.

“We just want you,” the leader said, settling into a fighting stance. There were four of them in total, not the worst odds she’d faced, but she’d faced those worse odds with two working arms.

Mars attacked first, feinting to the left and sending a heavy blow from the right. The leader caught it with their baton and threw her back with a push, putting her off balance. She caught herself quickly and blocked their next attack. Bullets flew around her, but she noticed that their uniforms, while not electricity-proof, shrugged off sand-slugs like they were nothing. Considering that’s all the guards were armed with, it wasn’t a good sign.

The fight continued on. Swing after swing she blocked, but each time she got slower. With just one arm, she couldn’t keep her endurance up, especially after the full round of snapshot she’d just played. She knew she was on borrowed time, and it seems the other figures did too, because they didn’t even try to attack.

“Get away from me!” Venus shouted. Mars immediately turned around and saw that another group of figures had taken out the guards and one of the attackers had grabbed her arm.

“No!” Mars roared. She took one step forwards and she froze up as electricity traveled up her back and seized her limbs up. Her vision tinted black at the edges, and it only grew darker as the figure behind her held the baton against her back. The last thing she saw was Venus’ attacker shoving her back before her legs gave out and her vision blacked out.

~

Mars’ shoulder screamed in pain, even as she floated between consciousness and unconsciousness. Every time she opened her eyes, she was in a different place. First was on the floor. Then she was in the ship’s medbay. Ammie was there, along with Dorak. Then she blinked and found herself being carried out on a stretcher. She could barely remember what had happened.

One moment, she’d been fighting a set of pirates, then they fled, and when she was chasing them, she—

Pain.

“What happened?” Venus asked. Mars heard her voice and struggled to open her eyes again.

“The pirates rigged one of the airlock doors, trying to send her out of the airlock,” Ammie said. “She managed to get out of the airlock, but… not all of her made it.”

“Please tell me those fuckers got what was coming to them,” she growled.

“Because of the… problem with the airlock door, all of the pirates were thrown out into space. Champion Mars still had her suit on, though the suit arm didn’t make it either, which is why she’s still out of it.”

Venus was quiet for a moment. “Get her measurements, I want a top-of-the-line prosthetic made as soon as possible. I don’t want her to be without an arm for a second longer than she needs to.”

Without… an arm? Mars thought, her thoughts groggy. Her right shoulder had been in incredible pain, but so had her whole arm. She could still feel it, even if sometime between blinks they’d given her pain medicine. She had to have two arms, she had to.

She closed her eyes again, and she could finally feel herself relax.

When she woke up, she was in a luxurious room. She was used to sleeping in either her room, or, more often than not, Venus’ room. However, this was a third room, though just as high-class as the others. Venus sat in a chair to the left of the bed, leaning over the bed and across Mars’ lap. Her eyes were closed.

Mars went to raise her right hand to rub the sleepiness from her eyes, since her left one was pinned down by Venus’ sleeping form, but the hand didn’t move. She looked down at her shoulder and saw that it ended right there—the shoulder.

Her shoulder throbbed at the realization, and pain itched up and down where her arm should have been. How was that possible? How could she feel pain somewhere that wasn’t actually attached to her body?

Venus stirred, her eyes tightening before opening and her body tensing up before relaxing. Her gaze hit Mars’ the instant they could and softened with relief when she realized that Mars was awake.

“M,” she whispered. “Are you alright?”

“How long have you been here?” Mars replied. Her voice was raspy from disuse.

“As long as you have.”

With her implant, Mars could see the time in the upper-right side of her vision. 18:38. Considering the mission had started at 14:00, the incident had happened about half an hour after that, and it took an hour to fly back to the palace, she must have been out for about three and a half hours, including the time it took to unload her off of the ship and bring her here after any medical attention.

Venus sat upright, stretching her arms out. She wrapped both hands around Mars’ remaining one and maintained her eye contact. “I was so worried when I’d heard you’d been injured. What happened to you… if only I could punish those pirates a second time.”

Mars couldn’t keep the eye contact and her gaze fell to where her other arm should have been.

Venus’ fingers brushed her chin and pulled her head back to face her instead. “Shh,” she said. “I have the best people working on a better arm. It’ll be like you never lost it.”

She couldn't remember the last time she had cried, but hot tears fell from her eyes. Almost immediately, Venus’ soft fingers wiped them away, but that couldn’t stop her from continuing to cry.

Venus stood up and pressed her forehead to Mars’. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “It’s going to be okay. I’m here. I’ll always be here for you.”

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