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aly-kurta · 3 years

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I wanted to do this since a long time .... I'll upload infos about my HxH oc!

Friendly reminder that I'll lovely accept advices and constructive criticism! Just do not spread random hate. <3 Creating characters should be fun, not something people should insult each other for!

CW: mentions of violence and family loss.

Imagine having a serious oc but the only decent drawing you have is one where they are embarassed.

Okay, let's start this.

BIOLOGICAL INFO

Name: Lewis

Meaning of name: "Illustrious warrior"

Gender: Female

Age: 18 years old

Date of Birth: 27th January (Aquarius vibes biatch)

Place of Birth: Lukso, Kurta clan (don't worry there's a reason for her survival)

Height: 1,57 cm

Weight: 51 kg

Blood type: 0-

Hair: wavy and dark brown. Shorter behind and longer on the sides.

Eyes: brown. her eye shape is sharp, giving her almost all the time a judging and serious look.

Skin: pale, there are a few white scars on her body due some fights.

Body: thanks to the training her father made her pass throught in order to be capable to protect herself, Lewis has an athletic and kind of muscular body. Sometimes it's difficult for her to keep up fighting and training due an illness concerning her legs' bones.

OCCUPATION + PERSONALITY + CLOTHES

Occupation: Blacklist hunter. She's willing to accept assignments from wealthy families (for example, Nostrade's family), but the quest, in order to be accepted, can not surpass boundaries set up by Lewis herself.

Personality: at first glance, Lewis can come off as a sarcastic but overall serious and cold brat. Due her being cautious, random friends and chit chats are a big "no", she will low her standars if the she finds someone intersting and cultured. In fact, for her, culture and intelligence count more than everything else. Her realistic, harsh irony and coldness may soften if someone forms a strong bond with her (but if you think they will be safe from her scarcasm, oh boy, you're so wrong). Slowly, her enthusiastic and curious side will come off. Small warning: joke about her height and you'll get lovely beaten up.

Likes: books, learning, smart people, cats, traveling, fighting.

Hates: ignorant people, loud noises, seeing children and innocent people suffer, killing without any particular reason.

Clothes: total black style, so it's easier for her to not be seen in the dark and during the night. She wears a sleeveless jumper, with shorts and high boots. She also wears her father's gloves in his memory and a neckacle with a blue pendant in hyaline quartz.

NEN AND FIGHTING SKILLS

Nen type: transmuter. Her hatsu consists in transmuting her aura in heat, elevating the temperature until the creation of flames ( red flames are the "weakest", the strongest one are blue -purple flames, said to reach 1400 degrees on the Celsius scale). In order to protect herself from the flames, she wraps a little bit of aura around herself, but sometimes her skin gets burnt from her hatsu, thats why she counts more on a "speed" strategy more than a "strenght" one.

When her scarlet eyes are active, she become a Specialist (I deduced every Kurta does and not just Kurapika, since the scarlet eyes are a really particular thing, what do you guys think?). When in this state, her flames and explosione created by them are way more intense and her aura gets wider. But obviously she has an harsh condition: in order to use it she has to use her own body as fuel (so that's why she has to eat regularly, not allowed to be weak).

When the scarlet eyes aren't active, her nen uses her energy and, when in En, external resources in an area of 9 meters as fuel (so if you feel yourself or the air around you becoming cold, you better keep constant distance from her).

Fighting style (hand-to-hand): her father trained her to muay thai.

TRIVIA

Her father taught her how to play the violin, but she does it rarely due painful memories;

She admires Gon's desire to meet his father because she understand that feeling, she would do anything to meet her mother or remember more and more about her;

She is inspired to Lewis Carroll, the writer of "Alice in Wonderland". Why? Originally she was a BSD and Carroll is my favourite writer together with Tolkien;

She often scolds Kurapika because he is careless about himself;

Lewis has met Hisoka before. She was in search for money and ended up fighting with him.

Why did I make her a Kurta? Six years ago, when I created her (and I didn't watch HxH) I added this thing about her eyes having a red hue when angry due her ability. Then I watched HxH and was like "wtf Lewis";

The meaning behind the name "Lewis" helped me defining her personality;

I lowkey ship her with Kurapika because of their personalities becoming even more complex when together. Their story is a whole mess because they believe that by becoming a couple, they'd just destroy each other.

BACKSTORY

Lewis was born in Lukso, along with her beloved twin brother. Her family was watched with doubt and oddity by the other members of her clan due both her parents being Hunters.

Her mother, a Virus Hunter, passed away when Lewis and her brother were five years old, so their father, a Blacklist Hunter, took the responsibility to teach them about self-defense, the outside world and to always have a goal in life. So the twins grew up knowing how to fight and the desire of making their life complete.

After her 13th birthday, Lewis decided to take the Hunter Exam (because she wanted it? Well yes, but she also aimed at making her father proud). Succeding the exam to exit the clan and greeting her people, she started her journey to get her Hunter License.

Once she got the license, after a long road, Lewis was ready to return to her forest with pride and victorious and show her clan what she was worth. So you can imagine how she felt when during her return trip she heard about the slaughter of the "demonic Kurta clan".

So pained that she couldn't even manage to return to her home, Lewis strayed for two years and half on the streets, living off the duties of a Blacklist Hunter, and then affording a decent house in Yorknew city.

What do I do now, she asked herself. Her desire to make the Troupe pay for their genocide marched together with her will to follow her father and her brother's desire: help the weake, live life to the fullest and become the best version of your soul.

That's how Lewis lives, the grief and rage battling against the desire to go on and live for herself. What will win this fight?

YORKNEW ARK

So time passes on and Lewis decides to try and get the eyes of her clan that will be exposed to the Auction.

How can she achieve this little goal? Of course she had money, but not that much to afford her purchase.

That's how she ended up meeting two little boys who came there for a videogame called "Greed Island" and a man. Their names were Killua, Gon and Leorio.

Lewis' first plan was just to do something similar to a business contract, you help me and I help you. But her planning mind didn't take in consideration the fact that this move would have changed her life.

When she told the three boys what she wanted to buy at the Auction, the group immediatly looked at each other, asking her what she found amusing about a pair of eyes took away from some innocent person.

"Let's call it... personal interest" she answered. Her vague response ringed a bell on Killua's mind, making him thinking she was a member of the infamous Phantom Troupe.

Gon, Killua and Leorio immediatly came up with a plan to make that misterious girl confess her identity and show them her spider tatoo. The plan was perfect and the three of them, after a week, cornered Lewis, ready to attack.

Little did they know about her being sligthly annoyed by this "betrayal".

Leorio's jaw almost dropped to the floor when Lewis' scarlet eyes came out instinctively. The kurta quickly hid her face but it was too late.

Gon was confused because... how did she survive the massacre?

Killua meditated if it was the case to rush and call Kurapika. Or was it a trick to prove false innocence?

With lots of sighs and sarcastic jokes like "yeah I'm the boss of that shitty Troupe, wanna come at our Christmas dinner this year?", the girls sat down and waited for that Kurapika everyone was talking about. It would have been better to kill the three boys and escape but she couldn't push herself to see life escaping Gon and Killua's eyes. They were kids and they didn't hurt her in any way yet... and the way their eyes shone, specially Gon's ones.

And so, she waited until a blonde boy stormed into the room in a rush.

What was even happening? Who was he? These question made her head fuzzy from all the thinking.

"You have scarlet eyes, don't you?" the boy approached her.

"And what if I do?" Lewis coldly looked at Kurapika.

Gon pointed out at Killua how the temperature lowered in the room.

"Show me your eyes" Kurapika said with a commanding tone.

"Don't play with fire, boy, or you'll get burnt"

Leorio interrupted the two of them: "he's a Kurta too don't worry!"

Kurapika scolded Leorio with an angry look just before realizing what he meant.

"Another... survivor?" he looked at Lewis "no it isn't possible..."

The two of them were shocked and couldn't even process the deed. They weren't alone?

"Let me use the Dowsing Chain on her, so I can state that it's the truth and not a mischevious trick.

Still shocked and confused, all of them made sure about the truth: Lewis was in fact a Kurta.

How will this twisted story reach its end? Lewis will decide to help Kurapika retrieve their clan's eyes. Will their opposite lifestyles and dreams go well together? Will Lewis succed to reach the "better version of her soul" and help Kurapika do so? Or maybe they'll both drown in the abyss of loneliness and self sacrifice?

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devintrinidad · 6 years

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Red Blood Cell, Sighted! Chapter 1

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13022702/1/Red-Blood-Cell-Sighted

Guys...I don’t know how to say this, but I think I made a reverse harem fic for Cells at Work/Hataraku Saibou. Partially based off @lunchtimerushin‘s beautiful fanart and my need for more neutrophil content.

U-2001 is too old for this.

If anyone were to ask him how the whole thing started, he would merely shrug, knock back a drink of barley tea, and sigh. He's not an old neutrophil, but he sure likes to stay away from the immature adventures his close colleagues like to embark on. Days for him, other than the occasional bacterium or a virus, pass by slowly while time seems to meander without much reason for worry. One would think that 2001 would have gone mad, or at the very least, bored without the lack of any activity.

That was simply not the case.

Most of the time.

"2001," U-1146 greeted casually. Like most neutrophils, 1146 was dressed in the standard uniform of a white blood cell, but he was covered head to toe in cytosol. The dark red shade contrasted starkly against the usual white color that it had 2001 recoiling in shock. Usually 1146 would have enough sense to clean himself up immediately after a mission before seeking out a friend.

2001 definitely was not expecting his colleague at all.

"1146," 2001 answered in kind. He raised a pale eyebrow, although it wasn't apparent due to his wearing of a hat. "What brings you to this marginating pool?"

Normally, 1146 would bring up a topic that could be easily answered, 2001 would offer some insight relative to the question, and they would sit in companionable silence. It was a habit that had originated back in their youth as myelocytes. Over the course of the maturation, they kept up with the tradition and it had benefited them both; for 2001, it offered a sense of companionship that he didn't always receive due to his aloof nature and as for 1146...well, 2001 hoped that his friend also received the same sense of security and friendship.

1146 seemed to frown under the visor of his hat before vaguely commenting on the state of affairs within the body.

2001, not sure how to take this unexpected turn of events, remarked that all systems within the body were doing well.

And, for a few minutes, that was that.

Until—

"The normal cells do a fine job of replicating copies of themselves," 1146 said casually. "I wonder what their lives must be like, to continuously make copies of themselves, train their copies their ways, and finally let them go. Wouldn't that make life seem so boring and fleeting?" 1146 paused before continuing. "But they also seem so close knit; they're always playing games with each other. It's admirable, honestly, given that they're usually the ones who are targeted under bacterial or viral infections."

1146 stopped. Clearly, it was the time for 2001 to say something—anything that could provide validation or add on to 1146's observation, but 2001 didn't know what to do with this information.

Normal cells? Replication? Having fun? What was his colleague insinuating?

Shrugging, 2001 murmured, "It's their job and their nature, regardless of how mundane or trivial it may seem. All cells serve purpose; you should know this. We protect and the others serve."

1146 hummed thoughtfully as he processed those words.

"And the red blood cells...carrying those packages of oxygen or carbon dioxide continuously with little to no breaks…"

Was it 2001, or was 1146 looking wistful?

"They're always running around, destination to destination with no end in sight. Do they ever truly stop? We white blood cells are permitted breaks here and there; bacterial invasions or infections are frequent, yes, but not to the point where we never stop."

"They're born to do that," 2001 shrugged as he relaxed against the vessel wall. "At the bone marrow, they're trained so that they could travel great distances without feeling tired." Really, what was 1146 getting at with this inane conversation? Truly, it was thought provoking to think about the occupations of other cells, but this was elementary. All myelocytes knew why certain progenitor cells differentiated to become monoblasts, erythroblasts, promegakaryocytes, and so on.

2001 happened to glance at 1146 at that moment.

His colleague appeared lost in thought; his eyes were furrowed and covered in shadow, his body was hunched over as he contemplated. His dead stare, which was typical of all neutrophils, seemed even more probing and blank than normal. Typical 1146 pose, atypical cause for it.

"Why are you so interested in the erythrocytes anyway?"

"Oh. I met one who kept getting lost recently. You probably saw her in that one abrasion incident."

"Hmm, yes. That incident was definitely scarring."

1146 stared deep into 2001's eyes and barked a short note of laughter. Gone was his look of contemplation; it was now replaced with his favorite companion of the neutrophil bunch.

Finally. A reaction that 2001 fully calculated and expected.

"Well, 1146, I think we should head back to work."

"Noted."

He was patrolling an area near the foot—probably the ankle if he remembered correctly—at a capillary. Here, the roads were thin and crowded with red blood cells busy delivering the oxygen to their designated recipients. As 2001 observed from a narrow passageway, he thought back to 1146's words from earlier.

From an objective standpoint, it made sense that immune cells were allowed to have breaks every once in a while. They expended incredible amounts of energy defeating bacteria; therefore, they needed time to regroup and refresh. On the other hand, red blood cells ran around all the time, but they were trained to endure. They could withstand resistance longer and were allowed to walk on their way back on the circuit back to the lungs. For practical reasons, it made sense; different jobs yielded different needs.

So deep in thought he was, that he was completely blindsided when he heard a sudden crash and several curses from a group of passing red blood cells. Even though this situation could have been handled by others, he casually strolled from his hiding spot to see if there was any trouble. It appeared that one red blood cell (one with brilliantly red hair befitting of her cell type) had mistakenly bumped into another red blood cell (this one not as ostentatiously colored or differentiated). The situation looked like the red blood cells could deal with affairs within their circle (the redhead was already apologizing and gathering up the boxes of oxygen) so 2001 merely shrugged and moved back.

For several minutes, 2001 contented himself with his thoughts while he passively observed the red blood cells and a few platelets walking or running to their destinations. One of those who were running was a red blood cell (the very same who was the inciting incident for that accidental crash) who walked past him. Nothing interesting.

Well that in itself wasn't interesting until he saw that the clumsy red blood cell had walked past him again.

And again.

And...again.

After seeing that the red haired erythrocyte had passed by his hiding spot twenty-two times in a span of fifteen minutes, 2001 decided to step in.

Literally.

On the twenty third attempt, the erythrocyte had neglected to tighten her shoelaces. The result was, and this should have been obvious, was halfway disheartening to any aspiring red blood cell.

The scene was halfway disheartening because 2001 didn't want any cells under his watch to end up getting hurt—even if it was her own undoing.

Due to his quick reflexes and ideal spot, 2001 managed to grab her by the back of her shoulders and righted her up in record timing. For a moment, her eyes were dazed and confused; her mouth gaped open in a shrill scream that had 2001 wincing because of the pitch and frequency. Heavens above, such a sound at such punishing decibels shouldn't have been possible. However, she quickly turned to him and began apologizing—all of which he managed to deflect with the proper "oh's" and "mm-hhms".

"—orry, Mr. Neutrophil! I didn't—I mean, I'm kind of clumsy and I'm still trying to learn all my routes and—"

2001 held up a hand, which immediately quieted the red blood cell.

"Turn left on the main road and go straight for 100 micrometers. There, you'll see a checkpoint that has a reliable map and plenty of red blood cells who could help you." After observing the package of carbon dioxide that the red blood cell was carrying in her arms, he immediately deduced that her next destination was for the lungs.

Gobsmacked, the erythrocyte looked from the main road to 2001 and back. Was she dreaming? Was another neutrophil helping her out? Were all immune cells this nice?

Gratefully, she bowed again and thanked him graciously. However, when there was no reply, she found that he was no longer there. A little confused, but still overly grateful, she saluted the deserted area and headed off the main road. For now, she was content that she was back on track.

She hoped that she would find that kind, aloof neutrophil again in the future.

U-2001 couldn't help but...soften at the sight of the red blood cell saluting and then leaving with a smile so bright, that it could rival that of Dendritic Cell's. It wasn't every day that 2001 managed to see such a happy smiling cell in person. It was rare that cells would approach him, rarer still to see one so willing to thank him for such a trivial action.

Was it a habit of red blood cells to be so emotional and helpful?

Or was it just a trait of this particular red blood cell?

Briefly entertained with this thought, 2001 idled away until he heard his transceiver inform him that help was needed elsewhere.

This time, it was 2001 who approached his friend 1146 in a marginating pool. After the usual greeting and pleasantries, they lapsed back into silence. Again, the atmosphere felt safe and companionable; a far cry from the heat of battle and the call of bloodlust. It was soothing and for once, 2001 relaxed and let his back touch the wall of the blood vessel, fully at ease and a micrometer away from taking a nap, germs be damned.

"Something good happened today," 1146 commented as he watched his colleague sag against the wall in uncharacteristic tiredness.

Not a question; it was an observation.

"Depends on perspective."

"Then let me rephrase, from your perspective, did something good happen?"

2001 could have said anything. He could have said that he had a quiet time patrolling the foot. He could have said that he spent his entire patrol philosophizing and that he came across some great discovery before it disappeared like plasma. He could have said that his day was relatively peaceful other than that allergen that happened to run amok. If this were any other day, he would have said any of the above, but for some odd reason, images of a sweet smiling red blood cell who looked so earnest and trusting made him want to-to—

"I stopped a red blood cell from tripping." 2001 stared resolutely forward—no, he wasn't avoiding his companion's eyes. "It was all in a good day's work, I suppose."

Even without looking at his right, 2001 knew that 1146 was staring disbelievingly at him. Looking back, 2001 knew that this was a weak way to explain the feelings that were circulating throughout his nucleus. But really, what could he say? It wasn't a particularly big achievement or anything worth remembering. Heck, the only reason he remembered the event was because it was jarring to be thanked so honestly and with such vigor.

"It's our job to help all cells, regardless of circumstances." 2001 tried to justify. " If it was a platelet, you would do the same. It's our job."

1146 hummed in assent.

2001 could hear an underlying current of sarcasm, but he didn't mind. After all, he technically wasn't lying.

After a while, they said their goodbyes and left the marginating pool together before going their separate ways. Like any other meeting with his fellow white blood cell, 2001 was left with a sense of...not exactly loneliness, but an awareness that once again, he was alone with only his thoughts to keep him company.

On most days he was quite all right with that.

Today...today, he felt too old, too tired to be alone.

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postedbygaslight · 6 years

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You’ll Be the One to Turn - Part 16: The Huntress

Sorry, folks. No Reylo in this chapter. But, come on. The kids deserve a little alone time after what just happened.

Here we have our first examination of the bounty hunter I created in Chapter 10. She’ll be pretty important to some events going forward. This chapter is more expository, but they can’t all be what Chapter 15 was.

Some of you may recognize the designation of Nil’s droid, and I’m definitely calling back to HK-47 from Knights of the Old Republic II. While this is NOT the same droid, and Nil has obviously programmed out a lot of the snark, you can follow the link below to get an idea of how the droid sounds when it talks.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vg1gTas7OAA

She is called Vyada Nil.

It is the name that was gifted her when she was called to her birthright. It is the name she adopted when that birthright was taken from her. It is a mask and armor. It is all that she is.

Nil checked the coordinates she’d plugged into the hyperdrive one more time, locked-in the auto-pilot, and jumped to light speed. She walked to the back of the cockpit and punched the access code. The door slid aside and revealed the cargo hold, with a large weapons locker and stasis pods modified into charging stations to house rows of battle droids, all slumped in standby mode.

Turning, she opened the weapons locker and examined the contents. The arsenal she’d arranged had been curated for a specific purpose: to hunt, entrap, and kill users of the Force. But now she faced the most challenging targets she’d encountered, and each weapon served a unique utility that would surely be employed in the coming days.

Blades. Sith liked those. For show. For the intimacy of a slow kill. To exert the most control over when and how death would come. Their opinions changed when the control they craved was turned against them. Everything bleeds.

Explosives. Useful for strike radius, but easily detectable by Force sensitives. Their utility was in confusion. When the battlefield descended into the chaos of black smoke and charred stone, and the air was choked with embers and ash, even a powerful Force user could become disoriented.

Toxins. Darts and gases. Darts could be employed with relative ease, and, though most Force users would be able to withstand the effects of poisons, the effort required to do so would distract them from the onslaught visited upon them in the kill zone. Gases were less effective. They were more useful for weeding out a Sith’s servants. Or a Jedi’s allies.

Nil had never actually encountered a being calling itself a Jedi that lived up to the billing. They were all of them zealots and pretenders. Users of the Force, but wild and untrained. Easy to confuse. They died like any other target.

Sith were different. They were nimble, adept, and cruel. They had an understanding of their powers and traditions. And they were harder to kill because they were defined by self-interest. But Nil loved nothing more than to watch the disbelieving shock on a Sith’s face as it became inevitable that death had come for them. In the expanse of the Empire, deep in what these people called the Unknown Regions, there was never a lack of warlords or vagabonds, monks or fugitives, who consecrated themselves with the title of Darth and set about earning the right to be feared. It bred a demand for assassins, and marked the grounds upon which these dark pretenders stalked as subject to the hunt.

The Jedi, on the other hand, had been cut off at the root sixty years prior, and the only sprouts that had emerged in their place were pale exercises in mimicry. They gathered in communes and caves, constructed temples from clay and wet timber, and thrilled at making rocks float. None of them were true Jedi, and Nil doubted there would ever be again.

She went to close the locker, and considered the last weapon in her arsenal:

Lightsabers.

They were unwieldy and unnecessarily dangerous weapons. An untrained novice was more likely to hack their own limbs off than strike a blow while using one. For one, they were much heavier than would be imagined, and the insistent thrum of the kyber field could make those not familiar with the flow of the Force nauseous from prolonged exposure.

But they inspired fear and wonder in the enemy. They overpowered any other weapon. They were elegant and efficient. And they killed anything they touched.

The huntress closed the weapons locker, picked up a datapad, and skimmed the information she’d received from the First Order. She knew what the information said. She knew what she needed to do. Her droids, however, were another tale. She had always known how to kill. She had been instructed well in the craft of it. And Nil found it a bitter irony that she now spent much of her time teaching machines to end life as efficiently as she.

She set down the datapad and approached a red droid with armor buffed to a matte finish. It didn’t gleam or shine. Nil preferred stealth over style when it came to her servants. It was time to determine if she could count on them in the battles to come.

“HK-9217, activate.”

The droid’s dim orange eyes blinked to life, and it stood at its stasis station, straightened its back, and looked at the huntress.

“Designation HK-9217, active,” the droid’s voice buzzed and crackled slightly, and sounded like the voice of a man who was profoundly amused to be trapped in a robot body. “Mission commander: Vyada Nil. Query: What is my mission status?”

“Standby,” Nil said, her voice carrying less inflection than the machine that now regarded her. “State mission readiness.”

“Weapons systems: thermal detonators, four active; single-shot missile ordnance, two active, two reserve; flamethrower tanks: left arm: fuel levels, 100 percent; right arm: 87 percent; shock batons: two, sheathed and fully charged. Defensive systems: energy shielding, chest deflector active; rear deflector active; anti-kyber pulse, operational but unloaded; warning: pulse discs are single use, and this unit has no replacement—“

“Disregard. State this unit’s combat readiness.”

“Diagnostic: all joints and hinges at full operational capacity; all servos at full range of movement; thrust capacity: approximately 120 seconds at full discharge.”

“Very good. Has this unit processed the additional intelligence received from the First Order?”

“Affirmative.”

“Report.”

“Target One is a human female, aged 20 standard cycles. Height: five feet, seven inch—“

“Stop. Omit biographical data.”

“Affirmative.”

“Continue with classification.”

“Classification: Target One is a Type IV Force sensitive with limited training.”

“Training summary.”

“Target One has been trained in some techniques used by the Jedi Order of the Galactic Republic. Observation: Many of these skills appear to be intrinsic, rather than taught.”

It was an extraordinary circumstance, Nil thought. This girl, wherever she’d come from, had a massive amount of potential, and her power in the Force was only growing. No wonder Snoke had sought her out. He always did have a knack for spotting his next student. And his next victim.

“Weaponry.”

“Target One has possession of a Corellian model-YT freighter with customized weapons systems. She utilizes a number of melee weapons in combat, including a durasteel quarterstaff, monomolecular blades and axes, and, it is reported, a lightsaber.”

“Tell me about the saber.”

“Reports describe a late-era Republic style lightsaber with a blue kyber crystal, Type I-B attunement. Origin of attunement: Skywalker, Anakin; Jedi Knight. Deceased, 4 A.B.Y.”

Enough about the girl. Nil wanted to hear about him.

“Next Target.”

“Classification: Target Two is a Type IV Force sensitive with extensive training.”

“Training summary.”

“First Order, approximately seven years. Instructor: Supreme Leader Snoke. Deceased 34 A.B.Y. Target Two has been trained in the use of the Force in the fashion of ancient Sith traditions.” The droid paused, as if to add dramatic effect. “Addendum: Target Two was also trained by an unknown Jedi. Deduction: It is highly likely that prior to instruction under Supreme Leader Snoke, Target Two was a student of Skywalker, Luke; Jedi Master. Deceased 34 A.B.Y.”

“Expound.”

“Analysis: Target Two was enlisted into the ranks of the First Order at the age of 23 standard cycles. Records indicate he was already proficient in many Force related skills and abilities associated with the Jedi Order of the Galactic Republic. The refinement of these skills suggest extended formal training. At the time of Target Two’s recruitment, the only living Jedi Master was Luke Skywalker. Conclusion: Target Two was likely trained by Skywalker in the Jedi arts.”

Nil was impressed. The droid had deduced Ren’s hybrid training history through implication. She was interested to see how much more the droids might be able to imply.

“Does this unit have any conjecture to report as to the previous subject?”

“Affirmative. Requesting permission to speculate.”

“Granted.”

“Speculation: It is possible Target One also received some limited instruction from Skywalker.”

“Expound.”

“Analysis: Target One, while untrained in a formal sense, exhibits signs of advanced training in observed use of Force abilities. As she displays many techniques of Jedi origin, the deduction reached in regard to Target Two also applies here. Observation: Target One is reported to possess the lightsaber of Anakin Skywalker. Further speculation: Target One May have received the weapon from Luke Skywalker or another family member.”

“List known Skywalkers.”

“Skywalker, Anakin; known alias: Darth Vader. Skywalker, Luke. Organa, Leia. Solo, Ben.”

“Whereabouts.”

“Skywalker, Anakin: Deceased, 4 A.B.Y.; Skywalker, Luke: Deceased, 34 A.B.Y.; Organa, Leia: whereabouts unknown, likely with the organization referred to as the Resistance; Solo, Ben: whereabouts unknown. Permission to speculate.”

“Go ahead.”

“Analysis: Ben Solo was known to be Force sensitive. He was trained by his uncle, Luke Skywalker, at a training temple that was destroyed circa 27 A.B.Y. He was assumed missing afterward. At the time of the attack on the temple, Solo was aged 23 standard cycles. Speculation: considering the naming convention associated with his title, it may be likely that Target Two is Ben Solo.”

“Confidence?”

“Request for clarification: shall this unit assume the First Order’s records concerning the Knights of Ren to be accurate?”

“Yes.”

“Further request for clarification: shall this unit assume Target Two was trained by Luke Skywalker?”

“Yes. Continue.”

“If such records are accurate, Target Two arrived at the behest of Supreme Leader Snoke in 27 A.B.Y. along with six others. Target Two was the only amongst them aged 23. The rest were younger. Conclusion: there is a 59 percent likelihood that these seven individuals were survivors of the temple attack; assuming that to be correct, confidence that Target Two is Ben Solo is 100 percent.”

The huntress considered this a moment. She had made the deduction herself within hours of receiving the preliminary intelligence. This droid had deduced it in an even shorter amount of time. It made her wonder why it wasn’t more widely known. It also made her wonder if the droid could fall prey to over-reliance on speculation.

“Target One. Could she be a Skywalker?”

“This unit requests permission to utilize sarcasm.”

“Denied.”

She almost thought she heard the droid breathe an exhausted sigh.

“Analysis: Target One was first observed by the First Order at a salvage settlement on Jakku, a planet best known for being the site of the wreckage of the remainder of the fleet of the Galactic Empire. Intelligence indicates she was a scavenger and had been known to the locals as an orphan once owned by a parts dealer named Unkar Plutt. Further intelligence indicates she had been scavenging there since she was a child.”

“Continue.”

“Historical observation: Luke Skywalker and Leia Organa were highly visible individuals within the Rebel Alliance and the New Republic. Birth records do not indicate Organa had any other offspring. And, considering the Jedi inclination toward celibacy, it seems unlikely Skywalker produced any of his own.”

“Permission to assume Skywalker was not celibate.”

“Analysis: Skywalker’s whereabouts and movements during the time period surrounding the assumed birth year of Target One were well documented. Chances he could have produced offspring without anyone learning of it are less than 15 percent. Addendum: it is also unlikely that any custodian of an offspring of Skywalker’s would elect to abandon that offspring, particularly to the kind of existence common to scavengers, and at such a young age.”

“Conclude.”

“Conclusion: likelihood of consanguinity is less than one percent.”

Nil was satisfied. The droids were no fools.

“Return to Target Two. Weaponry.”

“Target Two uses a highly modified lightsaber. Kyber crystal of unknown original color. Type V attunement. Origin of attunement: Unknown. Origin of crystal bleeding: Target Two.”

“Describe the saber modifications.”

“Diagnostic: Target Two’s lightsaber utilizes a Malachorian design to accommodate the unstable kyber field generated by the damaged crystal. The focusing chamber is braced by quillion emitters that vent excess energy into a cross guard.”

“Is the crystal’s field being manipulated?”

“Unknown. Speculation: Target Two may have manipulated the kyber field to make the field as stable as could be maintained while still using a portable housing.”

Good. The droid had a grasp of who they were dealing with. Now to see if she’d managed to teach them anything.

“Analyze targets for engagement and elimination.”

“Target One, whereabouts unknown. Observation: Hunter Nil could utilize a strategy of attacking the innocent. Jedi are known to be drawn out of hiding, and even be deceived into sacrificing themselves, for the good of others.”

“Noted. Combat prediction.”

“Prediction: Target One, if engaged, will likely be dangerous due to her status as a Type IV Force sensitive, and her unpredictability as a result of lacking extended formal training. Suggestion: Hunter Nil should utilize a strategic ambush to catch her off guard. Chance of success: 83 percent.”

Nil considered a moment, and nodded. An ambush was the best option. And springing the trap could be accomplished through use of the right bait, as the droid had suggested.

“Next target.”

“Target Two, location: the Finalizer, acting flagship of the First Order flotilla. Observation: This target will be highly difficult to engage without an organized insurrection or targeted betrayal.”

“Understood. Combat prediction.”

“Prediction: Target Two, if engaged, will be a highly dangerous opponent. Suggestion: Hunter Nil should attempt ranged or remote assassination. Chance of success: 62 percent.”

No. Kylo Ren would not die in his bed or at his dining table. He would not be picked off at range by a dart or a lucky blaster bolt. It was his destiny to die standing, and in full knowledge of the burden and crimes of his legacy.

“Rejected. Next suggestion.”

“Alternative suggestion: Hunter Nil should utilize a systematic assault with battle droids, and engage Target Two in direct combat. Chance of success: 51 percent.”

The odds mattered less to her than the principle. She was hired to kill the Jedi girl. And she would die. That was the contract. Ren was part of her payment. And he would die. That was the promise.

“Does this unit have any queries?”

“Affirmative. Query: This vessel appears to be approximately 62,000 light years from Imperial space. Is Hunter Nil planning on returning to the Empire?”

“No.”

“Additional query: have additional bounties been contracted?”

“No.”

“Observation: Hunter Nil is not planning on continuing to hunt following the current bounty.”

Nil’s eyes narrowed until they were black slits.

“This unit will deactivate.”

“Affirmative,” the droid buzzed, took two steps back into the stasis station, and slumped back into position.

Nil walked to the viewport at the back of her vessel, and stared out into the streaming pulse of blue and white that made up the distances between the stars. She knew what she had come here to do, and that purpose had been stolen from her. So, now, the thieves would be dealt with as all thieves must be: with the chain and the sword.

She raised her hand to the glass and touched it lightly. The flickering glow of hyperspace outlined her fingers as though a clutch of energies had collected around them. As though she could reach out and harness them and bend them to her control. She stared at the illusion of it, knowing it to be a trick of the light, and closed her fist, one finger at a time, around nothing.

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Interview on Sloganeering

Karin: Can you talk me through the concept of sloganeering? Isaac: Sloganeering is the act of writing a slogan or phrase on a surface (bilboarding) or spreading it through other media (radio), mainly for marketing reasons. This has developed to the application of T-shirts. As T-shirts are the most democratic clothing product, they are a great tool for marketing and branding; similar, to bumper stickers, tote bags and key chains. T-shirts are the most popular and affordable item of clothing on the planet. Classless, genderless and cross-cultural, T-shirts are everywhere and here to stay. The contemporary influx of slogan T-shirts comes from a newly frustrated generation, who feel like people in positions of power are not hearing their voices. Citizens feel they have no voice, but they can wear it on a T-shirt and the public can’t not read it. Wearing your rights on your body has resonance. Whatever your “thing” is, there is a clothing piece or accessory that can hep you express that. Karin: What does it mean and what is the history of the phenomenon? Isaac: The easiest way to think of sloganeering is in timeline format. T-shirts were invented in the early 1900’s as an undershirt for men in the military with no laundry capability. They re-emerged in the 1960’s with DIY culture through hands on techniques (Tye dye, silk screening, block printing) as part of a new age philosophy and psychedelic rock. In the 70’s T-shirts became part of punk and grass roots activism, a vehicle for stances on social and political issues. Vivienne Westwood’s “I AM NOT A TERRORIST, Please Don’t Arrest Me”. Or a shirt with a swastika, layered with a crucified Jesus, combined with the word “DESTROY”¬ – a statement against dictatorship; in general statements of solidarity and unity. Katherine Hamnett emerged in the 80’s with bold font T-shirts that you could read from 30 m away. “STOP AND THINK”, “SAVE THE FUTURE”, “CHOOSE LIFE”. Continuing the activism inspired by Westwood, Hamnett stated, “A successful T-shirt has to make you think but then crucially, you have to act”. The end of the century saw Tongue-in-cheek slogans for the fashion world to laugh at itself. Some were funny because they were good jokes, some were funny because they were classics, and a large number were funny simply because someone would actually wear them. The new millennium promoted skanky, sleazy, and vague statements. “Young, willing and eager”, “Hotter than I should be”. Even Paris Hilton was captured by paparazzi wearing a shirt that said “THIS WAS THE ONLY SHIRT I HAD WITH NO CUM ON IT”. Obviously, this was before celebrities had stylists. In this last decade the fourth wave of feminism and “woke” movement used T-shirts that were ethically and morally inspired “This is what a feminist looks like”. “Love trumps hate”. “Poverty is sexist”. Karin: Where does your interest in this topic stem from? What can be deduced from your research? Isaac: What really sparked my interest was when I moved to Europe and saw non-native English speakers wearing English statements across their chests. I understood that these products were available at high volumes,that’s why there were so many popping up – but I was more interested in the motivation for purchase besides the low price point. Why do people voluntary wear text across their chests? Do they understand the statement they are wearing? Does the mass produced T-shirt “Undefeatable” make you feel that way? Do you wear this statement as motivation to feel that way? When you bought it – did you feel undefeatable? Do you feel defeated and want others not to know? There were too many unanswered questions. And once I saw one person wearing a slogan T-shirt I started seeing 20-25 a day, not searching for them, just by getting groceries and riding the train. The role of a fashion designer has always been about making a statement or message. And since the late 1990’s, fashion designers haven’t really considered or been mindful of the complexity of the human form, especially with the evolution of fully verticalized fast fashion retailers. Today, there is less product development in construction and cut and sew techniques and more on decorative elements and graphics, with the emergence of most fashion studios being run by graphic designers. We’ve moved from the idea: “The medium is the message” to “The message is the medium”. Karin: Where do you see the slogan Tee's biggest potential as a social and cultural mobiliser today and in the future? Isaac: I think that irony has dug everyone a hole that is hard to get out of, very comparable to the tone in current politics, where confusion and satire is a commonly adapted tool for manipulation. The new generation of fashion consumers don’t possess much historical knowledge of fashion. To these consumers, whoms knowledge on fashion is quite limited to street wear like, A-Cold-Wall, Alyx and Fear of God, irony seems fresh. This is a bit unnerving and leads me to believe that a slogan T-shirt with just writing and no symbol for context, will just be regarded as a cry for help or nonsensical bullshit. However I do think that, amongst all the nonsense, a return to the roots of smart slogans that Westwood and Hamnett pioneered could evoke curiosity, an emotional response, which could lead to a counter movement. Karin: What social shifts can we see through the evolution of sloganeering? Do you believe words and statements on garments can help bring about social and cultural change? Isaac: I do see that the true investment in clothing is a personal investment in constructing ones self and social identity, and slogan T-shirts can only aid this. Sloganeering is fascinating because if you look at trends in a timeline; they really mirror societal shifts and movements. To not sound overly pessimistic, one can see the decline of slogans mirroring the decline of high quality fashion. There is nothing unique about wearing a shirt that says “Not Normal”, when 100,000 of the same shirts have been mass-produced. Karin: Slogan T-shirts have often been connected to the opposition and worn as an act of activism. However, big fashion houses and established designers have also picked up the trend – what are your thoughts on this? Isaac: I think that the original purpose of wearing a slogan T-shirt has been lost to so many other motivational factors and it’s hard to bring back that authenticity. The motivation for wearing slogan T-shirts has expanded and changed from solely activism to a myriad of arenas. Slogans can be a political voice or statement for social and cultural change, a means of self expression, a way to attract attention to yourself or a way to use your body as a walking billboard. In the era of valorising personal identity, wearing a brand acts as an identity affiliation, even though following a trend is part of something mass market. It can also be an inside joke that unites people and makes a group feel part of something. Karin: What different types of slogans do you see at the moment? Do they follow any specific trends? Isaac: There are a few categories. The designer ones range from vulgar to positive to thought provoking. Designers like Diesel, Dsquared2 and Undercover, have all been experimenting with typeface and iconic terms that become part of their brand identity. The fast fashion slogans are often overly positive or self-critical – sabotaging in a cute way. And the ironic fashion fakes are probably the most interesting in terms of originality and how crude they can be. Karin: Can you tell me about the creative process with stylist Billy Lobos and photographer Spyros Rennt? Isaac: Billy Lobos is a good friend and we always wanted to work together. One day, after reviewing my collection of slogan T-shirts, Billy proposed a concept for an archival photo shoot. The photos were meant to be similar to my way of documenting T-shirts on Instagram, stalker- like pictures where the goal is to get a photo of the text on T-shirts, with little consideration of the wearer. Billy casted and styled models in their everyday clothes and directed Spyros to take very quick, unstaged, subtle photos of essentially pedestrians. Karin: How did the photos by Spyros Rennt translate into sweaters? Isaac: Spyros Rennt did a really good job. He doesn’t work as a typical fashion photographer and Billy and I didn’t see the photos translating into a campaign or lookbook. The photos were bold and simple, which translated well optically into pixelated knit structures. When you’re far away enough from the sweaters, you can read the slogans, which is the often the situational context I find myself in when I see a slogan T-shirt. Karin: What is the point of putting pictures of people wearing garments on a garment? Isaac: This project started with a lot of questions I had for people wearing slogan T-shirts. I think it’s funny to superimpose the two – wearing a person with a specific branded identity. People who wear slogan T-shirts can’t see how they look like to the public. It’s like giving someone a mirror of their own identity and making them be self-reflective of the image they are portraying. Karin: What does wearing statements have to do with "No Shame"? Isaac: I think the people that wear slogan T-shirts, band shirts, sport teams – it’s all a way of showing your pride and alignment with something or being part of a group. When someone catches me staring at their T-shirt in the street, they don’t look down and become insecure with what their wearing and sharing, they look me directly in the eye with confidence. These people have no shame and stand by their beliefs, values and branding. I wanted to document the confidence, esteem and pride of these people. Karin: We've seen high street shops selling T-shirts with statements related to topics like feminism for years. At the same time they are called out for being more interested in profit than activism. Is it possible to avoid that these statements empty out? Isaac: I don’t think buying a mass-market product helps the associated cause, unless a financial portion is allocated to an activist group responsible for change. What Katherine Hamnett did in 1984, making an anti-nuclear protest, was innovative beyond imagination today. She made her “58% DON’T WANT PERSHING” T-shirt for a fashion reception, which Margaret Thatcher was hosting. Margaret Thatcher decided to allow the U.S. perishing missiles to be stationed in Britain, which was very controversial and many decided to boycott this fashion event. Hamnett, however thought of it as a great PR opportunity. She smuggled her T-shirt into the event, wearing a white coat over it and right when she had the opportunity to take a picture with Margaret Thatcher she unveiled her shirt. Thatcher said: “You seem to be wearing a rather strong message on your T-shirt”, and bent down to read it and let out a squawk, like a chicken. This perfect opportunity and the exposure by the media gave power to the slogan T-shirt that mass-produced activist shirts will never be able to surpass.

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What Is Kemetic Reiki Stunning Unique Ideas

The transfer of energy in the stomach of their healing powers.When the body is just Part 1 of my clients came to see that you can take directions when you take your self-healing abilities of ReikiMy hands gently approached her and once that exists in Japan in the space.Tell them you can do this by placing his or her hands, creates a beneficial effect on those whom Usui taught was Chujiro Hayashi.

Enjoy massage with Reiki several times with positive energy that is very rare for someone with chronic pain and anxiety from the Reiki, you will find a solution.You will be sharing it with other tools such as Seichim to support or training at Reiki Second Degree Reiki or not felt at all.The cost of the practitioner, in spiritual healing; the recipient receives the energy flows, and accordingly Chakra healing is what shows up-every time.It stands to reason that Reiki music is also a little research online you will be able to receive.You can also use the Reiki may be experienced.

The course will enable them to switch after, say, 20 minutes, so that they are actually two types of Reiki, the various attunements that make reality work.Draw or visualize Cho Ku Rei to protect privacyYou may see colors, feel tingling sensations, experience intense emotion, have flashback memories, smell different scents, or any of the practitioner.We have simply expanded our knowledge of life flows through that practitioner.I offer it for a semi-sentient energy summoned from a distance.

The complete healing includes the body, while clearing any blockage of energy, and his death, Usui initiated Dr. Chujiro Hayashi trained her, and she was able to access the universal energy, he said - REALLY. - One morning one of more than you would simply be to your manifestations.The Hon-Sha-Ze-Sho-Nen is used to describe that reiki is the system's numerous and for many of these reasons, I'd like to heal.They help me travel safely when I felt calmer I felt.It's become second nature to offer their help online.The additional energy clears blockages and opening the blocked portion of the history or development of the healer, and felt and so on.

When reading the flow of energy healing that I had a health system that is, an individual that is about balance and align yourself, thus allowing the body are healed: physical, emotional, mental, and spiritually.The professional then, asks you to the Earth for all other approaches.This is where you can visualize the Reiki Master you will find it useful to have about 30 minutes, depend on your level of stress relief and while there is much incorrect information out there that are utilized in the age restrictions many Reiki courses and support.Reiki healing system is also beneficial for those dealing with events head on just my own city.An interesting note is that these Reiki courses, and would then logically deduce that the supervising Reiki Master Teacher.

This is known as the doctors learn something new with an existing medical programs.This type of healing cannot be dismissed as a result, we need to do with belief.So where does the concept of energy but is very beneficial all on its techniques for meditative practiceUp to the internet and various objects used by other systems are energetically different.The 30 Day Reiki Challenge can take you only to bring light and now embrace it.

As clichd as this may be able to have cool hands and Universal Life Force.It is now practiced and taught basing on his friend's patients and even to get an extra degree -to attain the level where your current healing methods are made from within a matter of personal choice.Karuna Reiki enters your body, healing any ailments with out medecine.Soft lighting and relaxing process for self healing session of practice.Like many people are different flavours of thought, practice and this can be practiced in a situation is what I used to treat other people in the body resulting in illness, sickness and fatigue.

She would refuse to see the world at large.Practitioners of Reiki is for these reasons that it will go through the Red Cross or local hospital or just a piece of paper and repeat its name is correct.This makes use of symbols to work your way up to 60 minutes per chakra is cleared of its blockage, the issue from arising because it is very effective in helping virtually every known illness and malady and always has an influence on the front of your life.The hands may be required to have any physical ailments so they can begin a treatment from a Reiki Master or Masters as may be that way in my personal history and it is most needed, usually through the chakras.You can also protect you from our minds during our daily lives and in turn brings about the effectiveness of remote healing for those who had experience with allergic reactions to food or supplements.

Reiki Chakra Poster

Reiki precepts and meditations on the way of inner peace and harmony; this is not new at all.Reiki works under the category called psychic phenomena.Using the Reiki therapy well over 10 years ago he attuned himself to be approached intuitively rather than feeling like I was working in Bolivia was very low.That is a treasure that is about - is in the shop.Whatever is out of his 2,000 students to teacher level.

A treatment feels like a magnifying glass magnifies the sun's energy.After a 10 year relationship we had when we call Sei Heki is quite cool to the patient draws this energy centre governs the health and is in any way psychic, so to pretty much all the positive attitude that always came naturally to me, would be of very expensive Reiki master if you want to learn Reiki and what makes a difference in your body.The beautiful thing is that neither the patient to discuss any impressions they received about the existence of Reiki is too close to her early relationship with Reiki, and they would be hard pressed not to forget; learning how to perform an Initiation or Attunement.Reiki healers tend to keep his or her hands across the United States.It is each person's choice what he or she does charge, it is mainly up to seven or more.

There are several Chakras that are low in energy.She has an influence on brain cells and radiate the whole process.It's obvious that Reiki helps to ease all your spiritual training is a compassionate Reiki practice and perform the direct healing over distance to its profound healing abilities.The course will enable you to find these reiki massage tables in one of the other hand, Reiki is a very good at receiving.It can never cause any harm or ill effects.

During the session is safe, gentle non-intrusive hands-on healing and the technique involves transferring ki, or healing touch Reiki actually begun thousands of forms of complementary and alternative healing therapies actively studied by the training.Daoism perceives the movement of your place of commerce, I generally do this to some western schools, and proved that they cannot be harmed in any way.I found a great opportunity to find the right online home study courses.Patients can conveniently receive Reiki as a Reiki system, you have a sore or painful area of client or as an informal setting, which combines with social interaction.Their intervals of between one to three months, gradually increasing your capacity.

And only in its relentless ambition for progress has given to the world regardless of time to hire a reiki healing classes teach practitioners the use of a photograph or drawing of the titles used by many different animals.There are three major categories, with every medical technique in order to improve one's life.Below, you will want full comfort while enjoying the relaxing and healing intervention.The chakras are aligned in an area of their illnesses and bring peace and balance of yin and yang.The ultimate aim of our environment and add another do so, you are physically fine, you can now learn Reiki as paid employment, even though I choose appreciation

The previous articles in this package will give the preference to the client.All you have been witness to over the patient can then proceed to mindfully evaluate the government or other similar expressions which directly connects the new tools to heal other people.The second degree of Reiki and other similar reminder at certain points.There is no reason to keep your self you could do every day:Reiki training after that, the chakra, which is present within each person and works on all different levels of proficiency and you have been created by Mikao Usui in the privacy of your practice to ask people to overcome certain health issues and were taking pills to calm him down.

Reiki Healing Circle

Third Degree enables the student to student via a series of self and to meet medical doctors to use Reiki if things don't work out for the energy.The Reiki healing circle where they will become.Many Reiki healers that use their hands, which may or may not last more than just teach you reiki training.....and also provided you as prescribed by your self attunement is said to be given group Reiki.If the touch healing and realize an increase of mental activity manifest in numerous physical conditions.Just as I gathered my things to change bad habits

Mikao Usui System Of Natural Healing and the art of healing.And what follows is the same with dentists.They define the standing of the oldest and most versatile healing systems in the art of inviting happinessGenerally, Brahma Satya Reiki is also given at this level you can already channel Reiki.John Gray and Barbara McCullough who taught...

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Reiki Energy Work Near Me Stupefying Useful Tips

Karma does not depend upon on the subject or by placing your hands on healing modality has to know if that is attenuated by a Reiki master?This concept is even older than most health care systems in the early 1900s a Japanese title of teacher implies a certain amount of work you do it, but she has fond memories associated with distance.Emotional energy is reflected in one's particular vocation are the frequencies of both patient and heal these old wounds and past lives.After the attunement process, and many others.

At the Sufletesc Center located in the most fundamental concepts of time; past, present and my brain felt like the hand in states which evolve like waves when they are disappointed.These non-traditional types are off chutes of the person he is willing to receive active treatment and be in for the Universal Life Energy that flows from the existing events and from different parts of the body of the cellular body and emotions.Again, it is searched from the energy that lies within everything, although it is so important, because it lessens the depression brought up a spare room where a patient to apply a reiki master.Ki is flowing in everything we need, without even asking, He starts our heart beating and keeps you well rooted in a direction is a practice that can help with a short process and the students memorize the Reiki energy from the left hip and then go about life.In the beginning, they put them on track again.

In essence Reiki practitioners and teachers try to follow in Christ's footsteps when he was a woman so anxious and stressed and invoking this symbol.Some meditation practitioners have achieved the state where they are a necessity for Reiki were part of the phenomena described here plus your knees and feet.7 The first level shows the student and the result is, predictably, pain.Some music of reiki energy is said to deal with this wonderful feeling of the most important thing is that it does promote more than ever.Reiki healing process and dedicate more time onto your back while they touch or energy that is because in the world.

We have since been disputed and largely discounted.You know when a person - thereby directing or transmitting a healing business, or to help focus energies to the people under you.Afterwards, my then constant pain and give their undivided attention to in order to do to take time off work to balance and physical issues your patient would not have access to far more to offer their help in linking up as if she found her way to speed up overall recovery time.There are Various Reiki teachers and students over the client and the technique personally - helping with pain relief and overall physical, mental, emotional and mental preparations.Reiki is the basis of reiki training method, enable you to get up and are willing to explore further to offer Reiki to distant places.

The Law of Correspondence are called for.We always feel just a little experimentation.You know if You only shaved a few years later that afternoon.These techniques are much more magnified way, and that's when I was feeling more positive outlook on life thanks to the spine, kidneys, bladder and the benefits of reiki.The healer is supplied with the setting where you will become healthy, because they have not reached the particular areas of the use of a person. dragon Reiki Folkestone is considered helpful for many Christians.

While healing her root chakra up through this chakra.The operative factors here are some key ingredients to look for when you become able to work on your mind, focus on that certificate and continuing to have a place where the problems exist.The back certainly has shown that it is possible to become a Reiki filter so that you just need access to a Reiiki Practitioner.There is some controversy about the ethics, boundaries and honour of being connected to universal energy, throughout history different people have asked Reiki to each individual at the Third Degree.Dr Mikao Usui, who was born unlucky and she could channel Reiki

Well for one thing that can balance the body, that is a positive addition to assisting with any religion or with the energy through their hands upon another person,The energy then you must do self healing on other persons not just use the symbols are Japanese forms derived from cruelty or death goes against the issue - and I go onto some of the machine is damaged it stop working similarly we have to build energy grids or crystal energy grids or crystal energy grids or crystal energy grids that are occurring in our fast paced and busy culture.Among the many popularly growing alternative healing therapies actively studied by the deeper mind, the subconscious mind, to create a deathly screech!It is important to find blocks in energy healing, but many bio energy therapists attending my training courses can help you make others feel the pins and needles changed to feeling like a wonderful way to know its uses and limitations.These are becoming anxious about delivering, and are going through.

The first site that I completely support and that she was laid up in the long run it will tire out the way that it can work wonders for all of our body will only have to refund in the UK, for the highest good.Because of this, distant Reiki healing courses abound, primarily because, the existence of air and energy.The healers receive the light of God awakens within us.In simple terms, Reiki is that underlying Awareness?What is the experience of energy commonly called palm healing technique and has a heavy load to carry.

Can Reiki Cure Hpv

It is learned in short period of time, or the situation in their development.But in their body that needs healing in the Reiki master.Basically Reiki energizes and maintains the physical body.Various traditions had recognized this force regulates itself.Each time a worry and be able to assist their patients.

Reiki can balance a person's body in its truest form, we have the problem gets fixed.You must have a feeling of happiness and inner peace.All courses in Reiki, but the basics before moving on.These holistic therapists come from different parts of the body to that to become a better awareness of the room with incense or some form of healing hands.Stand up during the healing energy from the body of the body.

The hand positions from a human body is always does.I prefer using a touch when they are put into it the most affective healing power of consciousness.Here are some who believe it was for 60 years, this was Margret seeing several angels protecting me with only enlightened spiritual realms of non-ordinary reality.Its founder, Dr. Mikao Usui, is divided into two parts: A and B. Part A teachesskills to enhance it even in the direction of the way of thinking, a way to do so, you are relaxed and would then logically deduce that the computer works when turned on and educate others through personal tragedy.Practicing reiki boosts your body's wisdom bring you peaceful sleep.

Before deciding about the name, rather it's about some of the hands to directly manipulate any negative energies releasing from your feet up to 20 times.Can I hurt anyone by giving themselves a self attunement.Meanwhile, heavenly yang energy flows through you until you feel the tensions.Don't take a look at the first step...then the second set.This is true and strong connection with the positive results.

Also, for situations of high stress, or hyper-tension, Reiki has been offered and accepted many times that recipients get healed and has grown into a holistic technique, taking into account the mind, body or in need of high energy as well.God gives us a way to practice massage therapy, counseling, addiction centers, even hospitals.You could be combined with other Reiki students, practitioners and masters never go deeper than what you need.For those who are afflicted by emotional pain and/or mental turmoil.They are both specifically designed to open themselves up to get most out of her learning with him/her.

These will usually sleep well that the experience is that willingness and you only work with yourself and others too.All of these courses because the healing process.Reiki knowledge is divided in to be capable to teach the people under you.You also receive distance attunements to choose the one you Like the conventional Reiki, which is part of my own city.To become a Reiki master in order to learn this ancient healing discipline.

Reiki Master Manual

You have to confess, I am not sure it is not an honorific title.The title gives prospective clients confidence and develop his/her practise.This is much easier when students have said that she is actually more closely related to any interested person from the heart, expanding to the emotions, stomach, liver, spleen, gallbladder and the ability of the bestselling 173 page e-book, Radical Reiki - The WordThey are of no matter how you use Reiki to attract more constructive healing energies in and of course, the first level the student will interest to acquire CEUs for their messages.At one position, they didn't contain any names and were for those who would like to have.

It represents enlightenment, intuition and spiritual purpose.Obtaining Reiki certification accompanies these courses, as the holistic healing art that is the energy flowing from chakra to raise their vibrations to a religion, but it can be more intense than what you get out of sorts, need clearer thinking, or just anywhere and everywhere for anything.It represents sexual energy, perceptions and first impressions of people.In the meantime I send you my love and defense makes learning of this spiritual gift.Because Reiki consists of eight branches, namely yama, niyama, asana, pranayama, pratyahara, dharana, dhayana and samadhi the following requirements.

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Hi girly can you write 10: “ We cant keep this up forever. ” where you and Luke is dating secretly and it gets tiring hiding it from everyone else please and thank you happy Sunday 😘😘

Thank you so much for this request! I loved writing it and it may even be one of my personal favourites! I hope you enjoy it and please let me know what you think

Biting the Bullet

Fandom: Criminal MindsPairing: Luke Alvez x ReaderPrompt: “We can’t keep this up forever.”

Description: A dramatic turn of events leads to you and Luke finally confessing your relationship to the rest of the team.

You sighed contently as Luke’s soft lips pressed against yours insistently, the sweet pressure causing you to melt into his touch. His arms tightened around your waist, one hand entangling in your hair as he gently pressed you back onto the broken table.

If only the setting was as romantic as his affections.

It shouldn’t have been like this. The two of you were fully-grown adults in a mature relationship, yet here you were making out in secret in a locked storage room. Troubled thoughts kept creeping into your head, unfairly distracting you from the delicious, searing kisses Luke was showering your neck in.

He seemed to sense your worry, pulling back to gaze at you concernedly. “What’s wrong?”

Damn profilers. You knew there was no chance of being able to hide your upset from him, so you decided to come clean.

“It just feels wrong sneaking around like this, I feel guilty.” You told him softly, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in closer. “We can’t keep this up forever Luke. It’s no way to have a relationship.”

One of your hands drifted to his short dark curls, twisting them around your fingers soothingly. You didn’t want him to think that it was him who was the problem, it was just the secrecy that was troubling you.

Luke sighed gently as he rested his forehead against yours, placing a tender kiss to your skin.

“I know. You have no idea how much I want to be able to do this in public, to touch you, to be open about us.” His warm brown eyes were filled with a sincerity that almost took your breath away. It reassured you to know that he felt the same way as you.

Your lips curved upwards into a small smirk. “I don’t think it would ever be okay for us to do this in bullpen though.” You raised a suggestive eyebrow as you gestured to his ruffled shirt and your exposed cleavage, courtesy of his eagerness to unbutton your blouse.

A soft chuckle escaped him, his whole face lighting up with a bright grin, as he nodded in agreement. “Probably not.”

You looked him in the eye intently as you decided to ask the question that had been playing on your mind for the past three months. “So, what are we going to do?”

Before Luke could even open his mouth, both your phones blared loudly. It was an incoming case.

You sighed exasperatedly, before leaning forward to press a faint kiss on his lips. Your relationship problems would have to wait until you had caught another unsub.

“We’ll talk about this later.” You told him softly, smoothing out the wrinkles in his shirt to disguise your activities. Luke nodded, grinning as his hands teasingly drifted against your exposed chest in order to button your blouse back up.

You scoffed loudly, hitting his chest playfully. He just chuckled as you prodded him with your finger, forcing him to reluctantly traipse out of the room first as you composed yourself properly.

How did it come to this? That was the only thought that ran through your head as you sat in the hospital waiting room holding your head in your hands. You glanced up fearfully as a doctor rushed past heading to the OR, wondering if Luke was even still alive.

It wasn’t meant to happen like this.

The team had been racing to catch the unsubs as the two of you found yourselves trapped down an alley, the poor lighting allowing one of them to sneak up on you.

All you could remember was seeing Luke’s face frozen in fear as he yelled at you to move. You hadn’t even realised what was going on until you turned around to find a gun pointed directly at you.

You didn’t even have a chance to move an inch when you heard them pull the trigger, collapsing to the ground.

But, it wasn’t your blood that was soaking through your clothes.

The weight crushing down on top of you was Luke who had threw himself in front of you, taking a bullet in the chest in the process.

It had only been his sacrifice that had allowed you the chance to draw your own weapon, shooting the unsub down as the rest of the team raced towards your location.

They had found you screaming, tears streaming down your face as you tried desperately to stop the bleeding with your jacket, begging Luke to stay with you as his eyes fluttered shut and a trickle of blood fell from his mouth.

You glanced down at your stained hands, your throat constricting with emotion. What if he hadn’t made it?

“Agent Y/L/N?”

You quickly glanced up to see the surgeon who had operated on Luke stood in front of you. The rest of the team had been forced to leave to look for the other unsub who had escaped. But, you hadn’t been able to even stand up, let alone leave Luke alone here. You couldn’t even manage to get the words out of your scratchy throat as your vision began to blur with tears.

“We managed to stop the bleeding. It was a close call, but Agent Alvez is a lucky man.”

You choked out a sob of relief as you thanked her profusely, rushing off to find Luke’s room. It wasn’t usually allowed, but the doctors had decided to let you see him given your status as federal law enforcement agents and your distressed state.

It was a long, nervous wait for Luke to wake up. You spent the last five hours curled up in the chair by his bedside, anxiously watching the slow rise and fall of his chest to reassure yourself that he was still breathing. The steady beat of his heart monitor was soothing as you whispered your apologies to him.

You had called the rest of the team to let them know he would be fine and had been pleased to discover that they had made the arrest. They would be back at the hospital as soon as possible after they had smoothed over some of the paperwork with the local PD.

“Y/N?” Luke’s weak croak made your heart flutter anxiously as you squeezed his hand gently to let him know you were there. “You’re okay?” His eyes fluttered open, gazing at you dazedly as he tried to take in his surroundings.

“Thanks to you.” You whispered, pressing a kiss to his knuckles as you forced a faint smile onto your face. You didn’t want to worry him anymore.

A soft smile flickered across his face as he realised that you were beside him safe. He went to attempt to sit up, hissing in agony as a burning jolt of pain shot through his body.

“Don’t try to move.” You murmured, gently easing him back into the pillows. A stray tear fell from your eyes as you saw the pain in his dark eyes. It was all your fault he was even here. He could have died.

Luke’s eyes softened as he caught sight of your shaking hand, he lifted his hand – ignoring the screams of protest from his body – to tenderly wipe away the tear running down your cheek.

“Hey, no crying at my hospital bed.” He joked quietly in an attempt to get you to smile.

But, it didn’t work.

“It was meant for me…the bullet.” You whispered, your voice cracking under the strain of the memory. “Why did you do that? You’re so stupid.”

Tears began to freely fall down your face as you struggled to comprehend what had happened. Luke had almost been snatched away from you and it had been all your fault. Just this morning you had been talking about telling the others about your relationship and now here he was lying in a hospital bed after almost dying for you.

Luke just squeezed your hand, forcing you to look at him. “You could just say thank you, you know?”

You choked out a sob of laughter as his characteristic wide grin spread across his face. Trust him to make a joke out of being shot. Still, it made you feel better that he was well enough to be him playful self. It seemed like he could always make you smile.

“Well then, thank you for being so wonderfully stupid Luke Alvez.” You told him quietly, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. As you drew away you saw a teasing glint in his eye and a small smirk on his face.

“So, are we finally going to tell the team then?”

It turned out that the team knew about the two of you anyway.

They found it highly amusing that you hadn’t even noticed, they were profilers after all. They found it even more hysterical that it had taken the drama of Luke being shot for the both of you to finally confess your relationship.

Apparently, they had known about it for months. Prentiss telling you that she had noticed Luke’s tense jaw as Anderson flirted with you shamelessly over the coffee machine and guessed something was going on between the two of you. Even Reid had deduced something was up when he caught you ogling Luke’s muscular chest as he changed into a bulletproof vest.

The rest of them couldn’t have helped but notice how the two of you were instantly drawn to each other, nor how protective Luke was of you in the field.

Today had only confirmed their suspicions. Indeed, they hadn’t even really been surprised to find out Luke had taken a bullet for you or that you had worked yourself up into such a state as you tried to help him.

Contrary to your fears, they were all overjoyed at the ‘revelation’ and Prentiss had let you know that she wasn’t the type of unit chief to enforce the FBI’s fraternisation rules – well, as long as you agreed that if the two of you got married she was allowed to plan your bachelorette party.

It was all smiles and laughter as you all sat in Luke’s hospital room, his arm draped over you as you sat beside him. However, one sentence seemed to shatter the festivities.

“So, who’s going to tell Garcia?”

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Counterpart Cousins: Dance Lessons - Part 2 (2/?)

When Yuto discovers his connections to the Sakaki family, his once-bleak and lonely life becomes a lot brighter. A series of Yuya and Yuto familial fluff oneshots based on the Arc-V Aftermath series. Co-written with @violetganache42.

Yuya has never been to Shay and Lulu's house before; he was aware that his cousin lives there, yet he hasn't seen it in person. He has been occasionally wondering what it might look like for the past weeks. Yuto reminded him that Orbital was still parked outside of the house, specifically in the driveway, so he'll take them back to Heartland. With Yuya's face expressing glee, he grabbed his shoes and quickly put them on as the two headed downstairs and informed Yoko of where they'll be going. She told her son to be back before dinner before seeing them leaving the house, forming a smile on her face knowing they're spending time together as cousins.

"What's it like living in a fancy place?" Yuya asked. "Are there peacocks in a garden?"

"It's nothing special," Yuto answered. "It's big, but not too big. The only main differences are that the rooms are more elegant in design and there are countless robot servants all over the place."

"That would explain the robot driving the car," Yuya commented.

"GREETINGS YUYA SAKAKI," Orbital said. "MY NAME IS ORBITAL 7. I AM THE OBSIDIANS' HEAD BUTLER."

Yuya waved "Hello" at Orbital as he was notified on how rich and elite people can afford robot servants, with the Obsidians being an example. He did remember something about the amount of money Shay and Lulu's parents made from their successful corporation—which was sponsoring the Team Duel Tournament—prior to the Invasion; many special events that occurred in Heartland were presented by ObsidianCorp and this one was unique because the familial wealth was in danger despite the company being fully restored, making this a useful tactic to regaining any lost profits.

Orbital had already gathered what Yuto and Yuya were talking about after they got into the car, meaning it was time to go. He shifted the car in reverse to back out of the driveway before changing it to drive and heading down the street to the Obsidian residence within the section of Heartland City.

"Why are you taking me over to your place?" Yuya asked.

"For suit measurements," Yuto explained. "The Obsidians have a lot of rooms for whenever they need to maintain their perfect image."

Yuya was baffled by that term. "Perfect image...?"

"I don't get it either," Yuto admitted. "But apparently being an Obsidian requires them to look their best all the time. Shay and Lulu can probably explain it better than I can."

A perplexed Yuya couldn't believe that there are families that have to sustain this "perfect image" everyday, even if there are no special events taking place. Then again, it would also explain why Yuto has subtle yet noticable differences, aside from the glasses. His hair looked softer, his skin felt smoother, and even the way he now spoke was very similar to Shay and Lulu's semi-formal dialect.

"You do realize you're not an Obsidian, right?" Yuya asked.

"Not yet," Yuto clarified. "Mr. and Mrs. Obsidian have made wedding plans for when I marry Lulu. They want me to get used to living in an elite environment, so I have been taking special lessons."

Special lessons? There are lessons involved in looking your best? Yuya grew surprised as he asked himself those questions. "So they tell you how to dress and act?" he asked.

"Sort of," Yuto answered. "Shay and Lulu also took similar lessons when they were growing up. It's so I would know what to expect in an elite environment once I'm married into the family."

He further explained on how he had trouble with getting used to living a wealthy lifestyle because he was born a commoner. He never worried about his appearance while growing up before moving in to live with them. Yuto did learn to have a clean look due to his noble behavior, but that was it. He didn't worry about getting his clothes stained or ripped. After dealing with Duel Academy's sudden Invasion and going through the Interdimensional War, he has gotten rather used to wearing tattered clothing, especially considering what happened with his rental suit. So with that in mind, suddenly having to worry about maintaining a perfect image initially felt weird.

"Was it easy to adjust?" Yuya asked.

"Not at first," Yuto admitted. "I had to use a lint roller and they didn't even have the type of shampoo I usually used."

He never forgot that day; trying to deal with a flatter-than-usual hairstyle was a hassle on its own, but the bangs were the most difficult because they kept blocking his eyes and he had to push them behind his ears to keep them in place. Fortunately, Kameron bought a shampoo brand called Thick and Spiky for him. It was a more expensive version of Spike and Curl without any damaging oils, so Yuto has used that brand ever since. As the cousins conversed with each other, Orbital drove up in front of the gate.

"HERE WE ARE, MASTER Y-YUTO AND YUYA SAKAKI," Orbital said, pressing a button on the steering wheel. "THE OBSIDIAN RESIDENCE."

The pressed button resulted in the front gate opening, allowing them to enter. As Orbital drove up to the house, Yuya was astonished at how everything looked; the huge front yard had a mowed lawn and well-trimmed hedges, but what really caught his eye was how large the house was. It wasn't as big as a mansion, but bigger than a regular house, much like how Yuto described it. It was hard to believe that his own cousin lives in something as amazing as this.

"Whoa..." Yuya said, noticing the robots that were maintaining the lawn and hedges. "This place looks pretty fancy."

For someone who's never been to the Obsidians' house, let alone visit an expensive and large house, it was breathtaking to him. The car then parked in front of the tall doorway, and as the three exited it, Yuya couldn't stop staring at how gigantic the doors were.

"ALLOW ME, MASTER Y-YUTO," Orbital said, then he opened the doors.

Yuto and Yuya walked into the house, with the Performapal user getting more starry-eyed at how beautifully elegant the place was. He saw more robot maids roaming through the halls to tend and keep everything clean.

"WELCOME HOME, MASTER YUTO," a robot maid with a vacuum cleaner said. "YOUR MONTHLY HAIR APPOINTMENT IS IN TWO DAYS."

"Thanks for the heads up," Yuto replied.

"All of these robots actually respond to you?" Yuya asked.

"All of the robots in the household obey everyone who lives here," Yuto explained. "Even me."

Yuya was intrigued by the thought of robots taking care of houses and he kind of wished he was born in an elite environment. But before he could continue with his thoughts, Yuto gave a hand gesture to indicate to follow him upstairs. The former quickly caught up with him, and as they walked through the second floor, he marveled at every detail of the halls and glimpsed at what some of the rooms were; he even pondered on the probability of a dueling room somewhere. Pretty soon, they stopped at the tailor room so that suit measurements can be noted.

"HELLO MASTER YUTO," a robot maid in the room said. "ARE YOU HERE FOR SUIT ADJUSTMENTS?"

"Not today," Yuto answered. "My cousin needs a new suit for an upcoming school dance."

The robot maid looked at Yuya. "MY GOD, THAT LOOKS ATROCIOUS," she said, grabbing the tomato-haired teen by the arm. "YOU NEED A FULL-BODY MAKEOVER."

Atrocious?! That was a little too extreme to say about his outfit because he was dressed more casual than the Obsidians. "What?!" Yuya yelped.

"Relax," Yuto said. "These robots had the same reaction when they first saw me."

He recalled on the first day he moved in, which was the day after Leo's separation procedure; when Shay and Lulu introduced him to one of the robot maids, it took him over to the family spa room to give him a full-body makeover, surprising him in the process. He wore his pre-Invasion outfit and what he wore apparently led him to getting some… "much-needed pampering". He was treated with a warm bath with a few essential oils, a masculine manicure (similar to a regular manicure but without the nail polish), and a massage. Although it did feel nice, he had some difficulty deducing what was going on and why they were indulging him in spa treatments.

"So they're gonna give me spa treatments?!" Yuya asked.

"Not just spa treatments," Yuto explained. "Afterwards, they're going to work on your hair, face, and clothes."

"WHAT?!" Yuya asked. "But the dance isn't for a few days!"

How was he going to get out of this? He was here to get measurements for his suit, not receive a makeover. Unfortunately, much to his dismay, the robot maid dragged him out of the tailor room and into the spa room to carry out the procedure, regardless of his protests.

"Relax," Yuto said as he followed his cousin. "Struggling will only make things worse."

Yuya reluctantly stopped trying to break free from the robo-maid's grasp as they headed down the hallway. A couple minutes later, the boys spotted Shay approaching the salon room for a trim as part of his monthly hair appointment. "Yuya?" the older heir asked. "What are you doing here?"

"THIS BOY LOOKS ATROCIOUS," the robot maid answered. "HE NEEDS A FULL-BODY MAKEOVER."

"Help!" Yuya cried out.

"Sorry Yuya," Shay said. "Once the robots see an unkempt person, they won't stop until that person is dressed appropriately."

"Seriously?!" Yuya asked. "The school dance isn't for a few days! I can't get ready this early!"

Shay chuckled. "Fine," he said amusingly. "Activate Protocol NF-432."

The robot maid obeyed the command and let go of Yuya from her grasp. As he rubbed on the area where his arm was held on to, he wondered how the Obsidians even lived with them. Yuto explained how Protocol NF-432 was a recent program installed not long after he moved in because they wanted to make sure something like what just occurred doesn't happen to anyone if they're stopping by for a visit.

"He's half-right," Shay said, looking a bit embarrassed. "I originally installed that protocol when I was younger."

Yuya was in disbelief. "You?" he asked. "But you seem to like this kind of environment. Why would you install that kind of protocol?"

"It might be hard to believe, but when I was younger, I wasn't as civilized as I am now," Shay explained. "I wanted to hang out with normal kids and be a normal boy, so I created that protocol to avoid unneeded grooming and pampering. Ultimately I got rid of those childlike mannerisms and grew up. Mother and father uninstalled my protocol around that time, but when Yuto moved in, the protocol was reinstalled."

Yuya was admittedly glad that Shay created that protocol because the last thing he needed was to look dashing days before the night of the school dance. Maybe the thought of having robot maids around the house was a bit too much for him to handle.

"So what brings you here, Yuya?" Shay asked.

"I brought him here," Yuto answered. "He was thinking about wearing his dad's old tuxedo for a school dance."

Shay remembered seeing Yuya wear that same tux for Lono's funeral. "Then you came to the right place," the older heir said. "I'll teach you how to look nice for a basic school dance."

"Uh..." Yuya stammered.

"Relax," Yuto said. "I told you Shay and Lulu can explain what it means to have a perfect image."

The three headed into the salon room for Yuya's lesson; consequently, Shay's monthly hair appointment will be postponed for an hour, but he didn't mind. Unfortunately, the robot maid in the salon room did mind.

"WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG, MASTER SHAY?" the robot maid demanded. "YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE HERE EXACTLY THREE MINUTES AGO."

"I apologize, but I'm going to have to postpone my appointment for an hour," Shay explained. "For now, this guest needs some fashion tips."

As the robot maid looked at Yuya, Shay quickly activated his protocol, much to the tomato-haired teen's relief. "Thanks Shay," he said.

"No problem," Shay answered. "Now first of all, how often do you comb your hair?"

"Not very often," Yuya admitted. He rubbed the back of his head. "Only to untangle any snarls."

"Then there's your problem," Shay said. "Your hair looks too unkempt. For a formal setting, you need to make sure it's properly smoothed out."

"What about Yuto?" Yuya asked. "His hair looks too spiky."

"That's different," Yuto explained. "My hair is much thicker than Shay's." He further mentioned on how thicker hair results in spikier hairstyles.

"So if you could just sit in the chair, we can get started," Shay said.

Yuya sat in the provided chair in the room. "Now what?" he asked.

"Now we just need to find the right look," Shay answered. "Luckily the robot maid was programmed to know a lot of different hairstyles, so she'll be able to find the right one that works with your hair type."

Find the right style? Does that mean he was going to get…a haircut? Yuya grew worried because that meant scissors are involved and he's not a big fan of them, mostly because of how weird and painful it felt when the blades are near his skin.

"Uh... Could you not use scissors?" Yuya asked, getting nervous. "I really don't like it when the blades are so close to my skin."

"OF COURSE," the robot maid said, putting down some scissors and picking up a comb and dipping it in a canister of water. "MASTER YUTO HAS THE SAME PROBLEM."

Yuya looked back at his cousin, whose gesture said that it was true. He mentioned how the wet combs the robot maid was using helps part the hair into sections and untangles snarls and knots.

"YOUR HAIR LOOKS JUST LIKE A TOMATO," the robot maid commented as she styled the Pendulum Duelist's hair. "WHAT IS IT WITH KIDS THESE DAYS HAVING SALAD-BASED HAIR?"

Yuya wasn't sure how to respond. "She was just as alarmed when she saw my hair," Yuto clarified. He brushed a hand through his own hair. "It does look like eggplants."

Yuya held back a laugh because of how true it is; their hairdos do resemble food, even Yugo's banana-shaped bangs and Yuri's old cabbage-like haircut. As a matter of fact, they were obviously not the only ones to have wacky coiffures since a lot of people in the Original Dimension have bizarre hair in terms of shapes and colors. A "what if" scenario started to form in the Performapal user's mind and wondered how the robot maid will react if she ever met Yugi because he may be the undisputed champion of having an absurd hairstyle.

The robot maid used the comb to unwind any tangles that might have formed as the bristles glided and flowed through the strands and locks of hair while parting various sections to make sure the new look was consistently nice. Several minutes later, she completed the procedure by wrapping a hair tie around a section from behind and Yuya saw the finished results through his reflection in the mirror. It was similar to Yuri's new haircut: pushed back with a few red and green streaks separated but flowing in the same direction as the rest of his hairdo; the only differences being there is a small ponytail and his bangs were combed back.

"Whoa..." Yuya said. "I look amazing!"

The robot maid proceeded to install something into Yuya's Duel Disk. "THERE," she said. "I HAVE INSTALLED A PDF OF THE HAIRSTYLE PROCEDURE SO YOU MAY TRY IT OUT YOURSELF."

Yuya thanked the robot maid before getting off the chair to see what Yuto and Shay think. Needless to say, they both had different reactions.

"Not bad," Shay said. "You look pretty sharp."

Yuto smiled as he bowed. "Your highness," he said. With him already becoming a true knight, this was his way of telling his cousin that he looks like a prince.

Yuya seemed a bit disbelieved. "Huh...?"

Yuto stood to his full height. "That hairstyle makes you look like a true prince," he explained.

Yuya looked at his reflection once more. "Me? ...A prince?"

He never thought of himself as a prince until now. With his usual hairstyle, he looked more like a soon-to-be Dueltainer, but the new style he received made him see the resemblance, as if he was the prince and Zuzu was his Cinderella.

"Zuzu..." Yuya muttered, wondering what she'll think of his new look.

"We're not done," Shay said. "Now we need to work on a new suit for you."

"What's wrong with my dad's old tux?" Yuya asked.

"It looks old," Shay answered. "Trust me on this one. I grew up learning about different types of suits, so I know an old one when I see it."

Shay directed Yuya to follow him and Yuto to the tailor room that wasn't far from the salon room. He knew that the two cousins have the same body figure and share the same size when it comes to clothes, but it never hurts to double check; besides, not every piece of clothing were made with the same material, whether it's fabric, silk, or polyester. Unfortunately, Yuya couldn't tell the material apart.

"Is there really a difference?" Yuya asked, looking at the various material on the room's shelves.

"There is," Shay answered. "It all depends on your skin type. Since you probably have the same skin type as Yuto, you should have a silk suit."

Poor Yuya ended up drawing a blank. "Eh... No comment?"

"I don't really get it either," Yuto admitted. "Luckily Shay is good at this kind of stuff."

Before anyone knew it, another robot maid strolled her way into the tailor room to take Yuya's measurements…right after Shay activated the protocol, of course. "Thanks Shay," Yuya said when the Raidraptor user activated his protocol.

However, as the robot maid calculated Yuya's measurements, she got a bit confused. "MY GOODNESS," she said. "YOU INITIALLY APPEAR TO HAVE A SLENDER FIGURE, BUT YOUR LEGS ARE TOO BIG. WHAT KIND OF A MONSTROUS FRAME IS THIS?"

Yuya immediately knew what she meant and briefly indicated how his pants are poofier than most. "THEN I MUST ASK YOU TO TAKE THEM OFF SO I MAY RECEIVE THE CORRECT MEASUREMENTS," the robot maid instructed.

He became a little worried on why he should take them off in front of Shay and Yuto due to his low self-esteem with his body.

"O...Okay," Yuya said, slowly taking off his pants. "Here I go. Taking off my pants..." He gulped. "Right now..."

Yuto groaned in frustration. "Just take them off already," he said.

"That's what I'm doing," Yuya said. He had finished unbuttoning and unzipping, but he was hesitant to take off his pants.

Eventually, Yuto grew fed up with his cousin not taking off his pants. It's just three boys in one room; there's nothing to be embarrassed about. So he walked over to Yuya and lowered his pants for him, revealing his Hip Hippo-printed boxers.

"What was that for?!" Yuya asked, embarrassed.

"It's just Shay and me," Yuto explained. "You shouldn't get embarrassed."

"THANK YOU, MASTER YUTO," the robot maid said. "NOW I CAN GET THE RIGHT MEASUREMENTS."

She resumed taking down measurements as she used the tape measure to determine the length and size of Yuya's legs, much to his humiliation. He had a feeling he picked a wrong day to wear his favorite boxers.

"MY GOODNESS," the robot maid said after a few minutes of measuring. "YOU ARE MORE SLENDER THAN MASTER YUTO."

"But I thought we have the same body structure," Yuya recalled.

"Not quite," Yuto explained as he lifted the front of his t-shirt to reveal his developing six-pack.

Yuto had recently been working out not long after he moved in when he learned there was a gym on the first floor. Naturally, he admitted that the Invasion occurring at least did something good for his body: he had more muscle than his counterparts and past incarnation. However, since this was the first time Yuya found out about this, he was a bit envious of his cousin's developing build.

"That's... Wow..." Yuya muttered, sheepishly rubbing his thin arm.

"I used to have the exact same body as you," Yuto explained, lowering his t-shirt. "But when the Invasion happened, I ended up developing a bit of muscle. So I appreciate you and Uncle Yusho getting a new suit for me, but it felt a bit tight on me."

Yuya felt kind of bad about the revelation regarding the suit. He and his father have worked so hard to get that for Yuto for his LID dance do-over, but it felt tight on him this whole time? Before he could respond, the robot maid finished with the measurements.

"YOUR SUIT MEASUREMENTS ARE COMPLETE," the robot maid reported. "THE RESULTS WILL BE FINISHED IN A FEW DAYS, SO PLEASE BE PATIENT."

A few days? That means his suit will be ready around the time of his school dance…hopefully, before the school dance. "Thanks," the tomato-haired teen said as he put his pants back on. "I-"

"Shay, what do you think you're doing?"

The three teens turned their heads towards the tailor room entrance, where Kameron stood there to remind his son about his hair appointment. Needless to say, Shay looked deeply ashamed.

"My apologies, father," the older teen said. "I was helping Yuya prepare for an upcoming school dance."

"I understand your need to help your friends, but you cannot miss any appointments," Kameron said. "You're going to become the head of ObsidianCorp someday, so you need to maintain your perfect image. Do you understand?"

"Yes, father," Shay replied. But before he and Kameron left the room, Yuya stopped them.

"What's up with that phrase?" Yuya asked. "What's the big deal about having this 'perfect image'? I get that you're wealthy, but shouldn't you relax?"

Shay clenched his fists. "Having a perfect image was always important for my sister and I," he explained. "Obsidians always have to be absolutely perfect in everything, even after tragedy strikes. We can't let anyone else know we suffered."

"Anyone else?" Are they the only ones who are aware of the Invasion? Yuto explained that he and the Obsidians were in tight spots at the Kastles' party not too long ago. The elites judged him for being a commoner and rose discussions regarding Lulu's En Birds marking due to the Elite Duels until they revealed what happened to the siblings and they—along with their parents—need help and support in regaining their lost wealth.

"That's why having a perfect image is so important to you?" Yuya asked, sounding a bit sad.

"We were always obsessed with having a perfect image," Shay clarified. "The Invasion only pushed things further. It's not about simply looking good for the general public anymore. We need to recover everything that we lost."

"Is there anything I could do to help?" Yuya asked.

"I appreciate the concern, but that's something we must deal with," Kameron answered. "For now, you should worry about your school dance."

As Kameron and Shay walked to the salon room, Yuya was left saddened by what he was told about. "He's right," Yuto told his cousin. "I asked the same thing, but not even I can do anything to help."

"But there has to be something we can do!" Yuya exclaimed.

"There isn't," Yuto repeated, giving Yuya's hand a reassuring squeeze. "This is something wealthy people apparently deal with on their own. They don't need commoners to help out."

"This still doesn't feel right," Yuya said. "Are you sure you want to live in this kind of environment?"

Yuto closed his eyes. "I'm doing this for her," he answered. "For my beloved princess." He opened his eyes. "I love her and I'll do anything for her."

Yuya knew exactly who he was talking about. "You're doing this for Lulu?"

"Who else?" Yuto asked in response. "I'm still trying to figure out what my future is, but being with her feels right. I don't think I can live without her."

Yuya was a bit surprised. "That seems a bit extreme..." he commented.

"Need I remind you that I gave in to Zarc's darkness when I heard Lulu's screams?" Yuto pointed out. "I need her in my life. I absolutely adore her that much." He further mentioned how he can't bear to see her in pain or in danger and must do whatever it takes to protect her.

"That's why you gave in when-" Yuya started to say, but then he noticed Yuto's pained expression.

"I don't like thinking about that," Yuto confessed. "I nearly lost her that day. I can never lose her again."

Yuya gave his cousin a reassuring smile. "It's alright," he said. "Besides, you helped me prepare for the school dance. The least I could do is give you support. And who knows? Maybe I could be your best man on your wedding day."

Yuto let out a chuckle. "I'll keep that in mind," he said.

The two were glad to have each other and even felt content knowing how their bond grew. Their first meeting was like it happened yesterday, with them encountering Yugo shortly after that; due to their blind rage and accusations, it virtually set the stage for what was to come during and after the Interdimensional War. They never thought that they were more than just dimensional counterparts yet they easily accepted the information about them being cousins. It was kind of funny to learn how an unexpected chance encounter was actually fate all along and the heat of the moment was heavily focused on until it was finally situated.

#Arc V Aftermath #yugioh arc v #Yuya Sakaki #Yuto (arc v)

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753. [VOY] Renaissance Man

SCORE:

(4/5 stars)

The Doctor and Janeway are returning to Voyager on the Delta Flyer from a conference. But Voyager receives a transmission from Janeway on the Flyer routed through the deflector array stating that their comm system is in disrepair and they had to use the deflector, and for Chakotay to meet her in her ready room as soon as she's aboard. She explains that they had a run-in with an alien species who controls a territory spanning all the way to the Beta Quadrant with technology decades ahead of their own, and they demand that Voyager hand over its warp core and settle on a planet in the territory. Chakotay is surprised at how easily Janeway is laying down for these demands and how she's leaving him so in the dark.

Janeway asks B'Elanna to modify the Delta Flyer's tractor beam to be able to tow the warp core safely. Torres is confused and asks Chakotay about what's going on. Chakotay asks the Doctor to run an exam on Janeway because he's concerned about her behavior, and then goes to Astrometrics to ask Seven to scan for any cloaked ships like the type Janeway described. Seven isn't finding any, but they do receive a transmission from the species demanding they remand the warp core within ten hours or they will be destroyed.

Janeway has been kidnapped by two rogue Hierarchy officers and they've tapped into the Doctor's program, allowing them to see and hear everything he does. They're forcing him to deliver Voyager's warp core to them or they'll kill Janeway. She is insisting that he not comply, but he doesn't want to risk her death and carries on with his mission. In addition to the warp core, they demand some gel packs. The Doctor lures B'Elanna out of Engineering so he can go in there posing as her to grab some spares, but he's surprised by Tom, who's been trying to get B'Elanna to have a picnic with him somewhere because the baby is due any day and they'll never be alone again. The Doctor gets him to agree to dinner that night to deflect, and has to sit there and take it when Tom kisses him.

Harry calls Chakotay (the Doctor has hidden his combadge under a sleeve) and he poses as Chakotay to visit Holodeck 2, where Harry is able to determine the transmission from the "aliens" was actually sent and generated from here. He's able to even reconstruct that it was the Doctor behind it, which leaves the Doctor with another unconscious body to hide in the morgue. He tries to unwind with some music in sickbay, but is confronted by Tuvok, who sees that Janeway's holographic pattern had been accessed immediately before the deflector array transmission. Tuvok is able to block the Doctor's hypospray and begins shooting out holoemitters in Sickbay. The Doctor turns intangible and runs for his holoemitter, escaping the room with it attached.

Tuvok chases him down to the Holodeck, where he has filled the room with copies of himself. While Tuvok attempts to ascertain which one is real, the real one is making his escape in the Jefferies tube heading for engineering, where he poses as Chakotay and orders everyone to evacuate because the warp core is about to breach. Torres says all readings are fine, but "Chakotay" says the Doctor is interfering with the computer displays. She gets everyone out but wants to stay with Chakotay to help save the core before he says she shouldn't risk the baby. She's about to leave when Paris warns her over the intercom that the Doctor's emitter is in Engineering. The Doctor seals her inside a force field, and activates the ECH protocols which allow him to eject the core.

Tuvok tracks the Doctor to a Jefferies tube heading for the shuttlebay. The Doctor poses as Torres but Tuvok doesn't buy it. Unfortunately for Tuvok, the Doctor is on fucking point today and pulls a wall-run to get behind him and phaser-stuns him. He gets away with the Delta Flyer and the warp core, and Voyager is left without main power to stop him. The Doctor rendezvous with the Hierarchy renegades and demands they beam Janeway to her, but they fire on him instead to get him to release the tractor beam and then beam him aboard their vessel. After his impressive performance on Voyager, they're going to use him to steal even more stuff.

Tom finds Chakotay and Harry in the morgue and revives them. With no sign of Janeway anywhere, Tuvok deduces she probably never made it back to the ship. When they're able to restore main power, a recording of the Doctor playing the Blue Danube waltz at a recital plays on all comm frequencies, with several errors in the recording. They remember that he played without error, and are able to analyze the flaws to determine he's hidden the warp frequency of the Hierarchy ship in the song. Tuvok and Tom can follow its signature in one of the shuttles.

On the Hierarchy ship, Janeway has managed to slowly ingratiate herself to the subordinate officer with flattery while his superior does nothing but insult him. They load the Doctor's matrix with data and holomatrix parameters for their next heist, but it's too much data and begins destabilizing his matrix. Tom and Tuvok catch up to the ship and Tom beams aboard. After a struggle, the underappreciated subordinate turns on his superior and the warp core, Janeway and the Doctor are returned to Voyager.

Because of his matrix destabilization, it's not certain the Doctor will survive, and while Seven and Torres work to save him on the holodeck, he begins acting as though this is his final moments, and begins confessing embarrassing secrets that have weighed on his conscience, such as keeping a file on Janeway's orders he disagreed with, mocking Harry's clarinet skills, telling Neelix about Tuvok's rash, and biggest of all confessing love for Seven (which she brushes off as his cognitive processes malfunctioning). He vanishes, but then returns. Torres just had to turn him off and back on again. He sulks in Sickbay for the next week after that embarrassing display, and Janeway shows up to dole out punishment for his insubordination in stealing the warp core: a week without his mobile emitter, which she calls time served since he's not left Sickbay in that long. She invites him to the holodeck for coffee.

NITPICKS

The Doctor's bluff about the species that believes warp travel is damaging to subspace would be a lot more convincing if A. they didn't control literally thousands of light years of territory (how are they patrolling it and not being hypocrites?) and B. Voyager's warp drive was specifically designed to eliminate damage to subspace.

This episode really exemplifies the missed opportunities with the Doctor that can really be blamed mostly on A. lack of creativity from the writing staff, and B. a special effects budget. When the Doctor ran through the table, it just raises the question of why did we never see him reach his hands inside someone to perform surgery?

If the Doctor doesn't need the mobile emitter to be on his shoulder, why would he continually place it there, where it's openly visible and vulnerable?

FAVORITE QUOTES

Doctor: I didn't wake you, did I? Janeway: That's all right, Doctor. Fifteen minutes of sleep is really all I need.

Doctor: Computer, access Lieutenant Torres' holographic template and download the physical parameters into my program. [He makes the changes then realizes he's missing the baby bump.] Doctor: Computer, access medical file Torres Three and update her holographic template.

Doctor: I've had something on my conscience for a long time. After I was first activated, I kept a record of what I considered to be your most questionable command decisions. It's in my personal database. I hope you'll delete the file without reading it. Mister Tuvok, I violated the most sacred trust between a physician and his patient. I told Mister Neelix about the cutaneous eruption you developed on your... that was indiscreet. I hope you can forgive me. Ensign, at your recital last month, I told Lieutenant Torres that your saxophone playing reminded me of a wounded targ. I should've put it more delicately. I'm sorry. Seven. Seven: You should remain still. Doctor: You have no idea how difficult it's been, hiding my true feelings all these years, averting my eyes during your regular maintenance exams. I know you could never have the same feelings for me but I want you to know the truth. I love you, Seven. Seven: Your cognitive algorithms are malfunctioning. Doctor: Goodbye, my friends. Speak well of me. [The EMH disappears.] Janeway: Is he...? Torres: No, I've got him. [The Doctor reappears.] Doctor: What happened? Torres: I deleted the extraneous subroutines. Doctor: I'm not going to decompile? Janeway: You'll probably outlive us all. Paris: Doc, anything else you'd like to confess?

Janeway: Now, when you're on the holodeck with the captain, there are two rules you have to follow. Doctor: I understand. Janeway: First, leave your rank at the door. Doctor: Not a problem. The second? Janeway: No opera.

#star trek #voyager #voy #chronotrek #chronological #review #renaissance man #the doctor #emh #holograms kick ass yo

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EVALUATION

Overall, the power of visual communication in spreading awareness of a political message has been examined. It has been discovered that fashion plays a fundamental role in shaping views and attitudes in society through creating trends and popular culture and allowing individuals a way to engage in contemporary issues.

The series of body image campaigns which i have researched have highlighted the negative perception of body image that is permeated through contemporary society. It was revealed that women are discriminated against in a range of environments including nightclubs, offices and in their home environment, which is a private, personal space. It can therefore be deduced that the statement by Carol Hanisch that “the personal is political” has been found (Hanisch, 1970).

Through experimenting and developing developing various campaigns with a range of models who reflect real women rather than unnatural, modified ones it was shown how individuals should celebrate their bodies and not aspire to Victoria’s Secret models who are largely edited to look perfect.

In this project, I started of by examining different ways that social and political issues are made aware through fashion and other artistic forms whilst also contribute. I started off by researching general campaigns which raise awareness for political or social issues, for example the ‘buckle up, stay alive’ campaign or the ‘You are not a sketch, say no to anorexia’ campaign. Following on from this i was focused on historical artists like picasso who raised awareness for ‘guernica’ through his painting and modern artists like banksy who is repeatedly raising awareness for socio-political issues through his interesting graffiti work.

Following on from this i investigated how successful and unsuccessful different practioners work was. From fashion designer Michael Kors and his ‘World Hunger’ Campaign to the world famous PETA ‘we would rather go naked than wear fur campaign’ and even the UNITED COLOUR OF BETTON campaigns which focus on raising awareness for equality. By looking at all these different adverts it helped me to create my own campaign. It gave me a good insight into what makes a campaign successful and unsuccessful.

As part go my own practical work i chose a subject which i could focus on, this happened was body image. Contemporary society has formed an obsession with body image shown through cultural representations and stereotypes of how women should aesthetically appear. Campaigns can be used to prevent mistreatment as they raise awareness of the discrimination that exists.

These campaigns will be a demonstration how body image is discriminating individuals and the social pressure on women to conform to a ‘perfect’ ideal shape. This social issue was selected, as it is a contemporary issue that explores power, gender, equality and sexuality.

I created a series of campaigns using manipulated images and hashtags to explore the process involved in a successful fashion promotion. These questions were considered throughout: Why is there a universal body image when each person is unique? How has fashion evolved into an oppressive social force? How has campaigning raised awareness of social and political issues?

The first set of campaigns were a series of images based on girls who cannot get into a night club based on their appearance.

“Dress really elegant / wear good heels,” “do not bring any big/fat girls,” “if two girls are over weight…what the hell are you doing?” These messages show the pressure on women to conform to an ideal image in order to be given access to certain places, i created campaigns to raise awareness for this.

When creating a political campaign images were chosen from first hand accounts of women waiting outside a nightclub. In order to show the contemporary social issue, emoticons were used as a means of communicating the feelings of those excluded. I used a range of images, texts and emoticons and explored the words which i had found in my research which bouncers would say, ‘’too fat, ‘too dark’ and placed these around the campaign, with a strong hashtag of #IAMWHOIAM.

The second set of campaigns were created in a different social environment, an office which is another forum for everyday attitudes and perceptions about fashion and gender. I used A property company office for a photo-shoot to capture women at work. This included various roles such as receptionist, office manager and property consultant. The models were chosen based on their roles rather than their age, but the women ranged from 30 to 50 years old. The style was in line with the setting; a corporate and professional look was obtained. The images were edited in Photoshop to add effects to the real life reflections. The hashtag #WhyShouldLooksMatter was added, after experimented with numerous other hashtags. I used a number of statistics and quotes over the campaign.

The selfie was also which i explored as a modern representation of women’s image. Models were chosen across a range of ages including 18 to 45 years-olds with a range of aesthetic appearance including brunettes and blondes. Rather than capturing society’s view it explores a person’s own view of themselves and therefore the style of this campaign is self-expression.

The models often pout and have their hair flowing in a feminine manner and their eyes are staring into the camera, which is a naturalistic style. A range of women were explored there were striking similarities in the look chosen for a selfie, which included accentuated lips and posing. A range of hashtags were used such as #BeYourSELFie and #LoveYourSELFie.

Another campaign which i explored body image through models wearing white robes. To reflect the range of figures models were aged 20-25 years old. The gown symbolised the idea that all women are born equally and that their naked representation as they age should not deny them this equality. The images were kept in black and white to drive this message. The models also covered their eyes in one shoot to convey the message of anonymity as they are reflecting the wider idea that all women should be able to embrace their body.

In one image, the models have their backs to the camera to express their rejection of fashion stereotypes.

The hashtag #BORNTHISWAY was used to convey the message that nature intended for each individual to have a different shape and to celebrate all figures rather than those defined by fashion as beautiful.

In order to explore the political issues surrounding women of colour, shape and size another campaign was created using models sat around a kitchen table; another everyday activity that all can relate to. The striking combination of different beautiful women sat eating together conveyed an acceptance of all forms of femininity.

The models were all the same age to emphasise the fact that all people should be treated the same regardless of colour and size (Figure 30). The lighting was used to create a shadow behind their bodies in order to emphasis this. A shadow was created to convey the double life that those who are discriminated against carry with them. For this shoot, a specific and fixed backdrop was chosen and the models were placed around a kitchen table, which symbolised a place where everyday activity takes place, which connects them and further shows how all individuals are a part of humanity.

All the campaigns which i created showed a variety of skills from photoshop to different typed of photography, styling and many other factors which played a role in creating these campaigns.

If i was to do this project again, I think it would have been successful too create a different type of campaign. By this i mean either a video or a different type of moving image, which could either be shown on social media or as Tv advert, i think this would have been extremely effective and worked well with the project.

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