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azfellandco · 9 months

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OOPS! All Goats!: azfellandco's Good Omens Mountain Goats Playlist (spotify link here)

This is a playlist that's all Mountain Goats songs that remind me of Good Omens, with explanations.

Rain In Soho (x): nothing sharper than a serpent's tooth / nothing harder than the gospel truth / though you repent and don sackcloth and try to make nice / you can't cross the same river twice

Soho, serpent's tooth, can't cross the same river... this song to me conjures up Crowley driving the Bentley through London at night.

Rat Queen (x): great warm throb of the undercity / at one with the purpose / i am a faceless nameless acolyte / here tonight at your service

Crowley & Crowley's Rat Army... Crowley is the rat queen. this song choice is so unserious but I love the use of the word "acolyte" in this song

Heretic Pride (x): well they come and pull me from my house / and they drag my body through the streets... transfiguration's gonna come for me at last / and i will burn hotter than the sun / i waited so long and now i taste jasmine on my tongue

I've been meaning to make a video or a gifset or something for Agnes Nutter using this song literally since before s1 came out. have i done it yet? no.

Heel Turn 2 (x): get stomped like a snake / lie down in the dirt / cling to my convictions / even when i get hurt... stay good under pressure / for years and years and years and years

Crowley song.

Stench of the Unburied (x): incoherent but functional / speeding like a dead comet... but when the blue lights flash / i know we're going to crash

A Crowley driving in the Bentley song.

Cry For Judas (x): some people crash two or three times / and then learn from their mistakes / but we are the ones who don't slow down at all / and there's nobody there to catch us when we fall

Also a Crowley driving in the Bentley song, with bonus biblical era trauma.

Insurance Fraud #2 (x): big plans, big plans, let me tell you something sister: you will never get away with it

This is on here because I will never get over how funny I find it that book!Aziraphale keeps getting investigated for possible tax fraud.

Mark On You (x): when this is over / when we leave it all behind us / deep in the moonless night / when the rescue team finds us / it's gonna get so dark for you / i'm gonna leave a mark on you

Crowley to Aziraphale.

Riches and Wonders (x): we live high, our loves gorges / on the alcohol we feed it / and it grows all fat and friendly / we have surplus if we need it

This is the Mountain Goats Good Omens song to me. Aziraphale and Crowley in the bookshop, their love for each other, and clinging to each other through the ages.

Mobile (x): and the plant grew but it withered / it shriveled up and turned brown / i'm on a balcony... waiting for the wind to throw me down / lord if you won't keep me safe and warm / then send down the storm, send down the storm

Loss of faith. Aziraphale song.

Elijah (x): set the table, those three extra places / one for me, one for your doubts, one for God

Aziraphale song.

Grendel's Mother (x): i look down on the world from the top of this lonesome hill / and you can run, run some more... but i will carry you home in my teeth

Aziraphale to Crowley.

Ending the Alphabet (x): we've got the brightest skylight / like a vision of heaven in the evening sky... and the late sunlight makes them all look like angels / what is there left in a city like this / when everyone you know is gone?

London, the bookshop, and the impossibility of permanence when you're a pair of immortals trying to make a home for each other.

Deuteronomy 2:10 (x): i have no fear of anyone, i'm dumb and wild and free / i am a flightless bird and they'll be no more after me

About extinct animals, titled after a biblical passage about an extinct race of people. This song has always resonated with that same impossibility of permanence and the contradiction between that and Aziraphale and Crowley's love for the world and being in it.

Never Quite Free (x): it's okay to find the faith to saunter forward / with no fear of shadows spreading where you stand

Saunter hehehe. But no this is about Crowley's trauma.

New Britain (x): i try to tell you secrets 'til my face turns blue / i am not getting through to you

Aziraphale and Crowley can't communicate openly.

So Desperate (x): we were parked in your car / in our neutral meeting place... i had things i'd been meaning to say

This goes with that passage in the book where, during the years they were observing Warlock, Aziraphale and Crowley met "on the tops of buses, in art galleries, and at concerts" to me. Them meeting covertly but this time they're parked in the Bentley somewhere and one of them just starts to cry. "Desperate" is an apt description of their reaching for each other after so many years of not being able to, to me.

In the Craters on the Moon (x): when the room fills with smoke / lie down on the floor / in the declining years / of the long war

The 6000 year long war, in fact. Crowley in the burning bookshop.

Have To Explode (x): the stage is set / someone's gonna do something someone else will regret / i speak in smoke signals and you answer in code / the fuse will have to run out sometime / something here will eventually have to explode, have to explode

Aziraphale and Crowley being unable to communicate openly, speaking in code, the anticipation of the apocalypse, and always, the knowledge that the coming end is inevitable. A song for those low moments when they feel it's pointless.

Training Montage (x): i'm doing this for revenge / i am doing this to try and stay true / i'm doing this for the ones they left to twist in the wind / i'm doing this for you

"twist in the wind" echoing back to "send down the storm" in the song Moblie. Aziraphale and Crowley wanting to save each other and save their shared world and the way that makes them brave.

Love, Love, Love (x): snakes in the grass beneath our feet / rain in the clouds above / some moments last forever / but some flare out with love, love, love

The other ultimate Mountain Goats Good Omens song. This is that first rain in Eden.

#music #good omens #the mountain goats

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ultimateaclrecovery · 2 years

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Day 4 of Belize!

Zip lining and cave tubing!

Zipling was so picturesque

The caves were representative of the nine layers of the Mayan underworld

After cave tubing we had rum and pineapple juice out of actual pineapples! (Do not ask how many tries it took to get an even halfway cute sipping picture)

The view from our hotel in San Ignacio was so phenomenal

Overly long travel diary

Day four!

Day started early to get on the water taxi. It was a smaller water taxi then before but I still sat on top. It was lovely to see the water and all the tiny islands. The water is very blue with patches of turquoise. It’s cool how patchwork is and it’s a gorgeous color.

It took a long time to get the luggage and then it was bus to lunch and activities.

It was really cool to see the belizian country side. It’s pretty rural but some very nice houses. We passed a couple schools, a vineyard, some run down houses, a guy doing a ohoto shoot of his dog and a horse farm with multiple pastures and a baby horse. Plus a lot of cows and some goats and chickens. A lot of variety. There’s a lot of variety in the houses too. Many are up on stilts but not all. A lot of pretty colorful and sort of hut or like tropical looky but we saw all kinds.

The lunch place rice and beans with chicken again. It was small portions but they let you get seconds.

Then it was time for zip lining!

Zip lining was so cool and I even managed to get a few videos using my dry bag lanyard with my phone in it. It was kind of zip line where you have to break yourself which was cool. Very much in the jungle but surprisingly few bugs. The last one was over a very pretty river. It was super picturesque and not crazy fast.

We got to see a bunch of leaf cutter ants going their thing and one of the guides told us about the different types of ants and how they were blind and used scent to navigate from the tree back to their nest and how the leafs they carry are for the fungus that they grow and then feed on. The ant farm was sooo big.

After zip lining we got to go cave tubing. We had helmets with headlamps and big tubes. We got to hike like 30 mins with our tubes thru three river crossings to get to the start.

The guides kept talking about how the caves represented the Mayan underworld. The caves were large and very cavernous with epic openings. We did have to all be tied together and pulled by our guides which was a bit of a bummer because it would’ve been fun to swim ourselves, but it was chill and relaxing to be pulled. The caves would sometimes have openings to the outside world which made it look like a theme park ride. Honestly otherworldly.

After we were thru the caves they let us go swimming on our own which was so fun. It was such a lovely river. Very picturesque in the jungle with all the vegetation and beautiful turquoise water.

After cave tubing we hung out at the little gift shops and got rum and pineapple juice in an actual pineapple. It was so extra and delicious and so much fun.

And then off to San ingancio and to our hotel. It was mostly very rural in the way there but lots of very nice houses. The city itself was very nice and very colorful and there was even a girls soccer team practicing. It was cool to see many familiar elements of city life with very different arcquitecture and aestics.

Our hotel was up on a hill and had a stunning view over the city and the mountains in the background with a beautiful pool and a sunset. So lovely.

We went out for dinner but I was honestly so I tired I barely knew what was happening. I did get a cream cheese quesadilla which was very delicious.

#Belize #day four #travel diary #I don’t understand the cute sipping pictures #they are so cute when other people do them #but I mostly look ridiculous #but this was such a fun day #a highlight for sure

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yogi-thee-bear · 3 years

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Improving Writing Style

Our writing can be flat sometimes. It’s the worst thing that can happen to us. If the writer is bored, then the story is boring. We need to spice up the recipe. Once writers brush up on their writing style, they’ll find more motivation and inspiration. How the project reads and floats is what gives your story life. Writers have to roll out a red carpet before revealing their main character. Style is a complicated concept to learn. In school, I never covered these kinds of topics; instead, I looked through Youtube videos. After days of research, I’ve found 5 fundamentals that writers need to keep in mind.

Metaphors:

For me, metaphors are the most difficult parts of writing yet the most important. Metaphors connect us to the scene, the character, and even the villain. Readers will understand the situation more once you compare whatever it is you are writing about. But how do we do this?

“Maven is more desperate, surprising himself as much as me. He knows I’m sinking fast, a stone dropping through the river. And he wants to drown with me. Excerpt From: Victoria Aveyard. “Red Queen.” Apple Books.”

Mare is comparing herself to a stone. The connection points Victoria Aveyard makes are; 1.) She is sinking in her situation, 2.) she’s sinking into her steamy kiss with Maven, and 3.) the setting takes place near a river. Metaphors don’t always need 3 connection points, but the more power the connection, the more influential the metaphor. I’d also like to point out this example has a lot of the build-up to it, so don’t think you have to start this strong. The best place for a metaphor is when you’re facing an obstacle, or you’re trying to describe something the senses can’t capture. Yes, the sense could capture Mare’s kiss, but the metaphor gave it meaning.

Sensory:

I’m sure you know of the five senses, but can you work them into your writing. We sometimes forget readers can’t see what the writers see. They are a blank canvas ready to be splattered with the bright colors of paint. You shouldn’t overwhelm us with several senses but instead just explain two.

““I was just trying to watch the game.” Scarlett wrapped herself deeper into the curtains, but Legend pulled her away. His hand was as cold as snow, his youthful face concealed by a shadow. Frost nipped Scarlett’s naked shoulders. Legend laughed and wrapped both hands around her waist. “I didn’t invite you here to watch, precious.” His mouth moved closer to hers, as if he was about to kiss her. “I want you to play the game,” he whispered. Then he threw her off the balcony. Excerpt From: Stephanie Garber. “Caraval.” Apple Books.”

We see and feel what Scarlett is experiencing along with deceptive dialogue. Knowing how the scene looks and feels causes the audience to be sucked in. We feel the frost nipping at her shoulders. Next, we see Legend pull Scarlett out of the curtains. Finally, we experience the fall and fear Scarlett is witnessing.

Word choice:

Denotations vs connotations. Curiosity vs nosy. Denotation is the dictionary definition. Connotations have a different tone of the word. Nosy has a more negative depiction, and you would NOT use it if you were writing about Sherlock Holmes. ( Well, maybe you could)What you should focus on is your word choice. Keep in mind your sentences require clarity and simplicity. Don’t overload the reader with unnecessary words.

““Don’t touch me!” I jerk away, glaring, clutching the foot of his bed like it might be a weapon. “I should shoot you all over again for doing that to me! I should — I should — ” “What?” He laughs. “You’re going to throw another pillow at me?” I shove him hard, and when he doesn’t budge, I start throwing punches. I’m hitting his chest, his arms, his stomach, and his legs, anywhere I can reach, wishing more than ever that he weren’t able to absorb my power, that I could actually crush all the bones in his body and make him writhe in pain beneath my hands. Excerpt From: Tahereh Mafi. “Ignite Me.” Apple Books.”

Juliet is trying to fight her love interest, and from the sound of it, she’s angry. The words she uses to describe her movements make sense. We have a sense that she is fighting aggressively but failing at the same time.

Show vs Tell

Show me, don’t tell me your character is in pain. Instead, show me your character crying in the corner. The show sees your character using her power. This part of the writing style brings your story to life. Every writing professor emphasizes with this in their teaching. This fundamental is like adding frosting to the cake. In fiction, you have to show the scenes. Other than words, Readers have no other visual. This is how you experience the final battle or explain the first kiss. Show us.

“Her hands felt guided. She didn’t fully understand, nor was she completely in control. But she trusted. Kyoshi braced her stomach, filled her lungs, and slammed her feet into the Crowding Bridge stance. Echoes of power rippled from her movement, hundredfold iterations of herself stamping on the ice. She was somehow both leading and being led by an army of benders. A column of gray-stone seafloor exploded up from the surface of the ocean. It caught the hull of Tagaka’s cutter and listed the ship to the side, tearing wooden planks off the frame as easily as paper off a kite. Excerpt From: F. C. Yee & Michael Dante DiMartino. “Avatar, The Last Airbender: The Rise of Kyoshi (The Kyoshi Novels Book 1).” Apple Books.”

Kyoshi, the GOAT Avatar, is bending earth she can not see. From the words we are given we are able to see the picture of the earth bender using her extraordinary strength

Descriptions

Descriptions can make or break your story. Either you can set the scene, establish a problem, or overload readers with exposition. We have moments where we stop and absorb how the character looks and why the things the way things are in the description. I would try to avoid dialogue for as long as I can when writing these. Get your description out before or after the conversations.

“Principal Falcon has a bronze sculpture of a falcon on the edge of his desk. I stare at it, wondering if it’s the sole reason he became a principal. No other office would have held this sculpture so well. Maybe a government office, like Governor Falcon. I’m sitting between my mom and Olivia. My mom got dressed up and insisted that I dress up too. I didn’t, per se, but I’m not wearing sweats. She sits on my left in her attorney clothes — wide-legged black slacks that tie at the waist, silk white blouse tucked in, black pointed-toe stilettos. Her legs are crossed, the bottom foot bouncing. Excerpt From: Joya Goffney. “Excuse Me While I Ugly Cry.” Apple Books.”

This example Establishes the scene. We observe the thought process of the main character Quinn. It’s simple and to the point, paving the way for more dialogue. We learn how Quinn views her principle, how serious her mother can get, and how anxious she feels.

#creative writing #Writing #Writing tips #Books #Authors #Fiction

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eggstereo · 4 years

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animal crossing flavored this or that

h1) town melody or town flag

2) city or island

3) able sisters or kicks

4) katrina or redd

5) kapp’n or phinaes

6) wisp or jack

7) franklin or jingle

8) brewster or tom nook

9) lottie or lyle

10) blathers or celeste

11) chip or nat

12) joan or daisy mae

13) booker or copper

14) timmy and tommy or harriet

15) gracie or labelle

16) pelly or phyllis

17) k.k. slider or wendell

18) blanca or rover

19) snooty or normal

20) jock or lazy

21) uchi or smug

22) cranky or jock

23) normal or peppy

24) uchi or peppy

25) cat or dog

26) wolf or rabbit

27) frog or mouse

28) deer or goat

29) duck or bird

30) happy home designer or pocket camp

31) wild world or city folk

32) population growing or wild world

33) bushes or flowers

34) clovers or dandelions

35) spring or summer

36) summer or autumn

37) autumn or winter

38) bug off or fishing tourney

39) redd’s gallery or katrina’s fortune telling

40) message in a bottle or bulletin board messages

41) letters or presents

42) balloons or pinwheels

43) ice cream or coffee

44) fishing or catching bugs

45) catching bugs or gardening

46) donating to the museum or completing the encyclopedia

47) solo island adventures or group island tours

48) qr tiles or natural paths

49) day or night

50) afternoon or evening

51) morning or afternoon

52) custom furniture or original

53) green series or blue series

54) kiddie series or lovely series

55) bug series or fish series

56) regal series or princess series

57) modern series or gracie series

58) cabin series or alpine series

59) ice series or harvest series

60) gyroids or fossils

61) fossils or fish

62) fish or insects

63) art or fossils

64) rainy vs sunny

65) snowy vs cherry blossoms

66) early autumn or late autumn

67) late summer or early autumn

68) igloo or camper

69) campsite or campground

70) forest or beach

71) river or ocean

72) pond or river

73) bamboo or trees

74) cedars or trees

75) trees or palm trees

76) apples or oranges

77) cherries or pears

78) oranges or peaches

79) lemons or durians

80) coconuts or bananas

81) lychees or mangoes

82) persimmons or oranges

83) stalk market or beetle farming

84) retail or cafe

85) windmills or lighthouses

85) stonehenge or tower

86) chair sculpture or picnic basket

87) statue fountain or geyser

88) video screen or solar panel

89) pansies or cosmos

90) lilies or roses

91) roses or carnations

92) lilies or carnations

93) tulips or pansies

94) jacob’s ladders or tulips

95) golden roses or black roses

96) hydrangeas or azaleas

97) sweet-olives or holly

98) hydrangeas or hibiscus

99) bell trees or perfect fruit

100) least favorite villager species or personality

#animal crossing #animal crossing new leaf #acnl #new leaf #acnl meme #acnl questions

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loulougoingsolo · 4 years

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Spot the big bird

I woke up this morning around 6 a.m. to the sound of a pheasant rooster screaming toot-toot under my window. After that, there was wing flapping, as the bird hopped to another spot. He kept making noise all morning, making it impossible for me to sleep. I don’t normally wake up at 6 a.m. on a Saturday, so the rest of my day has been more or less foggy. But I think I get 50 points for spotting a big bird, right?

In this week’s vlog, Rhett and Link go biking by the L.A. river. I know we are currently mostly making jokes about Rhett’s hair going wild, but can I just say that Link looks a bit like an older lady who has just removed the curlers from their hair after the night and forgot to do the final swoop through the curls, in the beginning of the video? (I admit I occasionally have that hair-do, too, even without the curlers. But I feel I had to mention his hair.)

I’m a simple girl living in the country side, and for me, the idea of a river turned into a concrete ditch is a bit odd - even though I know my brother living in a more urban environment, often goes biking by a similar “constructed” river. Not knowing anything about the L.A., I went on to google the bicycle route the guys are taking in this video, and was glad to find out it has its own Wiki page, in case you’re interested!

It seems there is a bit of a power play going on between the guys, as the drive to the start of their path. Rhett is driving this time, but Link is more familiar with the biking route, so who is in charge? I don’t quite know how a bike trip could be turned into a commune living arrangement type of a situation, or how a commune could suddenly turn into a sex cult, but evidently, whoever tells the others they can only have sex with the one in charge, but not with each other, is the leader. So...how does this apply to biking? Also which is it, if there is always a leader? And how the heck did we get to sex cults this early in the video?

I just love how self-concious Rhett is feeling about wearing the bicycle helmet. And, he actually asked for Link’s opinion about which helmet he should wear. I think it’s very adorable, really, and I just love how Link always finds new, innovative ways to compliment Rhett’s mane. This is the first time I’ve heard the word asinine, but Link says it in the most loving way possible, and to be quite honest, he isn’t wrong. But thankfully, Rhett fixes his lopsided hair, and everything works out just fine.

I have to say, bicycle helmets make me feel very self-concious, too. I actually have a helmet that is almost identical to the one Link has - solid black and practical. Why do we need to feel stupid when wearing something that can literally save our lives? (But since helmets do look kinda stupid, at least solid black goes with everything.) And here’s a Grandson of Anarchy, Rhett McLaughlin, for y’all to enjoy, in his full glory:

We have more lakes than rivers around where I live, and most bicycle routes here are basically dirt roads surrounded by rural landscape, but I think I prefer it that way. The scenery around the L.A. river is too open, too loud and way too constructed for my liking, but there is something very grandiose about the river. Rhett also looks pretty grandiose next to Link. I should be used to their size difference by now, but Link looks so tiny, again. He’s small enough to fit in Rhett’s pocket.

I wasn’t getting at all bored by watching the guys on their bikes, but I admit, the idea of a scavenger hunt is pretty appealing, even if the guys probably won’t find people with old money in the river. But there might have been someone rich there, since who in their right mind throws away a fairly functional looking stroller? Don’t they cost a fortune?

I don’t think the river cleaning crew was joking about finding dead bodies in the river. I know in the nearest bigger city in my area, which has a rapid with dams running across the centre, they empty the river of all water every now and then (usually in the spring), and bodies have been found more than once. (Which reminds me, one time I was on a bicycle ride with my mom, and we took a short cut through the woods, and found a dead goat there. It was horrible. It smelled so bad. There were flies everywhere. And now I’ve given everyone reading this nightmares. Sorry.)

I just realized that the L.A. river was probably where they filmed that one chase scene in Terminator 2. Am I right? I knew those concrete slopes looked somehow familiar. No wonder I had an unpleasant feeling about that river. I saw T2 way too young - they should never have allowed me into the theater at the age of 12. But never mind about that.

There is a lot of junk in that river, and it does make me kinda mad, too, just like Rhett. I once found a whole VCR in the place I like to go pick mushrooms, so a VHS tape in a river isn’t surprising. One thing good about the digital age is that there aren’t quite that many old VHS or mix tapes lying around. The mix tape of 2020 is a Spotify playlist, I guess.

Since I clearly have nothing better to do, I ended up doing an internet search on different cross symbols, to find the one carved in the tree stump Rhett and Link find. It appears to be a cross potent. No idea why one would be in L.A. river, unless it’s just a very complicated way to make the tree stump rot quicker.

I think my new favourite thing is seeing Link just give up and start laughing, after trying to get Rhett talk about littering without threatening to kill someone. I think it’s only fair to talk trash about people who throw their trash in nature, and a message coming from an angry biker is probably a good idea. But I just love hearing Link snort and giggle.

After the rat chase vlog, and today’s episode, I think there soon is enough material for a full Rhett and Link horror movie. I would love to hear what the people, who asked if everything was okay with the guys, were thinking. One day, the title of these vlogs is going to be “The One Where They Get Arrested”.

I’m not a qualified gif maker, so I can’t capture all the pelvic thrusts of this vlog in their full glory. As enjoyable as it was to see the guys do their solo acts, some things just are more fun when done together. My only excuse for the edit below is that if they have the audacity to film something like this without even moving the camera between takes, they are asking to be edited together. It took me less than 5 minutes to do the edit, which, yes, is pretty crappy, but I just couldn’t miss the opportunity, when it was served to me on a silver platter.

#rhett and link vlog #rhett and link #vlog 1 #the one where the boys go biking #so much litter #l.a. river #so many pelvic thrusts #also #i tried to keep score about everything they found in the river #but i failed #and they didn't really spot a proper big bird

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lostinfantasies38 · 4 years

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Chapter 7 - coming in hot a couple of days early because I’ve edited it all I can. I hope you guys like it!

After Lothering, the party took a few days to rest at their campsite and trade with the dwarven vendor, Bodahn for supplies. Meeting her first surface dwarf went better than Sirra expected. He told her he was a former merchant from Orzammar who utilized the help of the Carta occasionally, to procure goods from the Deep Roads languishing in ancient thaigs. His methods might offend some people, but Sirra recognized a sound business opportunity.

The dwarf didn’t always stay with them. He regularly made excursions to nearby settlements and traded off his inventory, returning with more health potions and better arms he believed the Wardens would purchase. Bodahn had foregone the trip to Redcliffe with them, promising to meet them after they completed their discussions with the arling.

And now, Alistair’s home village was within sight.

The four of them made the week and a half long trek from Lothering to Redcliffe, dispatching small bands of darkspawn as they traveled, culling the wolf population enough that Sirra hoped the beasts would not recover their original numbers. She appreciated the price their pelts fetched, though, and how warm the hides were when they were turned into sleeping furs. She’d grown up underground with magma rivers – Ferelden was frigid by comparison, especially at night, but she was much warmer with her new wolf's fur blankets.

Alistair shifted uneasily beside her, continuously fussing with the hammered mail resting against his collarbone and she glanced at him for the tenth time in three minutes. Something was bothering him as they neared the place he’d advocated they visit first. It set her teeth on edge, but she didn’t want to ask him what was wrong – she kept hoping that he would confide in her on his own.

He felt her gaze on him before shifting her eyes away and he groaned inwardly. Maker, help him, he needed to tell her. They were close enough to the village now that he could hear the waterfall that ran over the cliffs and powered the mill. Ten years had passed since he’d left the modest village, shipped to the monastery in the dead of night, but he could see it clearly in his mind. Alistair wondered what, if anything, had changed. Did the Rothschild’s still make goat’s milk cheese sweetened with honey that he used to smear on apple slices? Did the Coulter’s boy become a squire in the Arl’s service? What became of Bella after her mother caught the sweating sickness?

Damn it - there was the bridge. Once they crossed it, they would walk into his past – a past that she needed to know about, regardless of Eamon’s health. Andraste’s flaming sword, he would rather fall on it than say what he had to right now. Leliana and Morrigan walked across the narrow walkway and Alistair spun in front of her to prevent her from following while clearing his throat.

“Can we talk a moment? I have something to tell you – I should, probably, have told you earlier.” Sirra frowned and crossed her arms over her chest. Her wary, yet expectant, expression weighed heavily on him and Alistair cleared his throat again.

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#sun touched #alistair theirin #alistair x brosca #Alistair x Sirra #sirrastair #dragon age fanfiction #dragon age #read on ao3 #original wip

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sirjustice232-blog · 4 years

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Got to know dude

Dear mama please we give you that name to keep ya head up high that we mind ya, Dont allow any1 with a grenade down the now spring in the bush at Bar Kalare or defecate or urinate on it as we use it even in cosmetics, facial wash and cleanser as scrubs to do the same purpose described in the tumblr a/c sirjustice199. That water built Kansas City, MO with its environs dude. Keep an eye on it dude thats why many who live their where brought from the USA 4 the same purpose bro, the like of Delan and Kebi.

The already dug holes leading to the below of the earth should be Gazetted and camera placed to capture all that happens around such fissures as the videos placed like in computer 24/7, 365 for the public to see or witness. Some people go as eating in peoples houses to get the last glimpse of such people character to act as a precedent to be with them later in good life or not and some are even chased 4 the same, so they write 4 the public to know, so don’t rush to criticize the same, as that can save them out of hell fire as question that day will be, if u want us to acquit y of hell fire, then, well, what did you do to others, Please give us your account in detail. Wait until the people who lived with me to die to give u my helping hand a/c as they fear to be in hell fire immediately rather be in custody dude

Russians love free things from people,in that if that friend has became sturbon to offer the same, they resort,kinda, walking with him to reach out to his pocket if he can realize,if u can they can kill ya if u still wanna be with them and not offering the same offer u did previously, so u disassociate with them as even u can leave them in ya house and if u got a pretty wife they long to do the same to her to find out if they are still accepted to survive which if all Lupe holes blocked, kinda, they wish the ground to break and swallow them alive as the Luo got that character so in times futurity benefit from Russians or claim that pride if the Russian people win to get respect which now aint the case as seen dude, better change ya tactics dude

Guyana and Filipino people knows well their ears aint the same and are not ashamed, still want to 1st and geared towards hard work as opposed to the Luo tribe, change dude or change will change ya, they don’t claim other tribes being them. Accept ya self dude as well as those fellows with gap between their teeth, accept ya tools and limitations don’t transfer such blames to others as u want only to say they are ya roots dude yet obvious not bro

Clinton Ave Building structures in Minneapolis link below

https://www.google.com/search?source=univ&tbm=isch&q=images+of+building+on+cliton+ave+in+minneapolis&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjygZ3wxvHpAhVmx4UKHeQ0A6YQsAR6BAgJEAE&biw=1024&bih=654#imgrc=veEn-EtYkH9APM

The casket or Coffin that can be carried on handle without breaking as this elevates a certain spirit as calm u down as shows respect to the dead rather than that they are just maridadi and casket carried from below to signify short-coming can be made this way, Metallic hard plate or mesh, placed bellow the bedding/ casing the corpse rest on with protruding end to the casket holders name above, with that in mind if u carry the coffin the metallic plates a above hold the dead man weight as it carries the corpse not the wooden casket if it so cause now we got metallic. Dude hard to explain but u got it now as in the link below

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Now as Russia behaves as described above, their land is poor or not or just character. Take heed dude maybe they want to hear that bro.

The coolers made in parts like in Coleman industries of Ohio situated like in Wichita, KS, Can be made not in parts in the boom process where u place maize seed or cob or its photo or part of broken 1 and boom the cooler made eradicating that sector in the company rendering employee jobless as those who can talk to the devil having the day as increase cooler makers reducing the price which is a blessing in disguise. When the above is fathomed you see in mental picture white men carrying the same as hawker selling such as that is the way 4ward to cement de truth the rich also cries as their dubious deals all blocked as selling drugs with people knowing how such are made. In fact now even cutting grass or washing dishes aint a black mans job but Mr white not as previously regarded menial job

China now make improved many light inside the normal bulb that can take upto 5-10 years in lighting without getting burnt up, to thwart the moves of many wanting large population championing many kids to increase the number of household to buy such to get much profits like with Rusia. So if in ten years yearly u, used like 4 bulbs on 1 bulb holder and maybe ya house got 6 such image the reduction in profitability if u will not replace that bulb 4 the above stipulated time meaning thwarted above moves of like wanting early marriages and high population 4 the same like in the link below

https://www.bigshineenergy.com/why-we-dont-recommend-plug-and-play-led-lighting/

The below in the link as well are made artificially in the way described below to be sold to company as harvest making those dubious farmers reap huge dude and with sugar cane, they shower the cane with muddy water to bring home reality they were harvested, reasons why many aspires to be in those nations and stick in power, so the bottleneck is bar private farmers of cane, sisal and tea or coffee from growing such to stop that illicit behavior above.

http://www.zakenya.com/agriculture/the-main-cash-crops-in-kenya.html

With the well elaborate explanation below of how countries dubious activities are finished or economies dwarfed, kinda, to remind ya of reality, u came to see a black shadow enveloping 1 nation from another as being painted black, to signal the black horse in the book or revelation as those nations the shade pass are disadvantages in 1 way or the other as explained in tumblr a/c sirjustice199. Got to believe it dude as per the doubting Thomases as in the link below

https://www.ministrysamples.org/excerpts/THE-THIRD-SEALTHE-BLACK-HORSE-REVELATION.HTML

Moses was placed in River Arkansas in Wichita KS, back then that housed the Pharaoh dynasty. Belive it or not dude, the above is a reminder.

The Children/kids building that houses the hell fire is located on Chicago Ave, Sheep and goat parable another version to take ya home or Christ with little children as in the link below

https://www.google.com/search?source=univ&tbm=isch&q=our+saviour%27s+shelter+minneapolis+outside+images&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwi0sNaa1O_pAhU7AGMBHR_mDX8QsAR6BAgGEAE&biw=1024&bih=654

https://www.shelterlist.com/city/mn-minneapolis

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http://www.archfieldoffice.com/architecture/childrens-hospitals-and-clinics-of-minnesota/

Hole of Babylon was not tower of Babylon, as no tower can go past 400, 000 km that rockets get to but still no God seen so how with any building that cant go past 1 KM lest collapse b4 reaching that height dude as described in the above tumblr a/c is off the evergreen residence just next to the road bridge the crosses the railway line where, kinda,if u look down turn/twist ya head dude. Visit Minneapolis 4 the same to stop reproaches dude as in the link below

https://www.cctwincities.org/locations/evergreen-residence/

Christ on the cross after death, signaling us of the same, by looking down as looking at that hole, was in the middle to signify Minneapolis as police arrests people. The pole he hanged on gone down to hold him up to foster reality as women shouted release Barnabas as sex in the twin cities and Wichita is sweet as he was looking chini as down. Lazarus and Rich-man was at bar kalare along time but with not that name at that time. Plane uses gas as well it tells us, boxes cut like Rhombus place in hay, dough in the boom process make bases and more etc

With ya less eating and monitoring folks like what have u come out with as can help masses or save the world that u want people to emulate ya, bul-shit go to hell dude, with me as in sirjustice199 tumblr a/c i have told the world how gadgets are made, Medication and more and checking on the net the same practical machines and food as well as artificial drugs have been made. Go to hell u of little mind with no-sense. If u stay a way from others kids is when ya mind opens, so the white man knows the same to incite the local to do the reverse to ya.

Now their is no threat dude, we have known how to make gadgets, foods or medicine as placed above, so though we destroy the earth race the world will still move cause now even hard labour would not be around as machines replaces such but ignited fire when u contemplate the same to remind ya of the Minneapolis saga dude. Mary of ya own race or tribe to avoid the same as we give not hoot now ends as u r reminded of reality dude.

I would that I could be with you phrase to tell ya, Money gotten off 2goinvoice kills if u play mean as not generous with people and withdraw much out of it, is just about to keep ya going as i destroys ya body and takes ya to hell if you do practice its safeness described above

After stepping up ya 1-6 volts from the starter comp rotating magnet inside rotated by cooker timer to give ya like 30 volts then use again the step up transformer in the link below to step it up to 120-240 to be used in ya household or business premise, make such below and place inside ya electric gadgets like TV sets, Stereo, blenders, computers or using a technician as i have lost link to such already inscribed inside elcetronics etc

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Mlk Daughter speech, ask her of the same cause i aint Mlk which u now force

yesterday I missed ya trap of being cut, 2day i dont know what it holds 4 me, lets wait and see dude, wanting peoples food, my tumblr a/c sirjustice199, how machines parts made, Robinson and Putin trap

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bariulalam · 4 years

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gaawachan · 6 years

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Improving Castlevania Netflix

While I really enjoyed CV Netflix, it has quite a few things in it that I am not fond of, so I thought I'd go over how the show could have been improved/written differently while still maintaining its overall integrity. Note that some of my changes are actually very minor, but I think would still improve the overall product. * Tone down the exposition; it's all over the place and there's way too much of it. This is a visual medium; have things that happen speak for themselves. * The castle is not just a machine. It is a living, magical/mechanical creature, hence "Demon Castle Dracula" in Japanese. This was a massive missed opportunity in the show, as they could have had the castle itself become malicious to those plotting against Dracula within its walls, or have it shift around/change form. * Do not make Fahrenheit part of Alucard's name. Do not make Tepes part of anyone's name. Of all the things to carry over from the video games, these are perhaps the strangest. Lisa of Lupu was fine. Dracula doesn't need a surname; he has titles. If you really want to make reference to Alucard's goofy middle name, use "Fahren." I freely admit that this is just a pet peeve of mine but it was really distracting. * Don't have Lisa pass by a bunch of impaled bodies on her way to Dracula's Castle. That makes her relationship with him come off as very strange. Make it so that she doesn't actually know all that much about him/doesn't have much trust in what she has heard about him on account of her having a history of being demonized as a witch herself. * Hector and Isaac have lived in the castle since they were young, and they are both older than Alucard. Make it so that their powers extend their life-span so they age more slowly than the average human; they have power over life, after all. This gives them a connection to Lisa as well as additional time to develop loyalty to Dracula (it's also pretty much how it was in the video games, with Hector having gone to Dracula when he was very young). It would also give Lisa more cause to come to Dracula, if she had heard that there were other people going to Dracula to learn about lost or forbidden knowledge. Isaac should be closer to his portrayal from the video games, while Dracula's true right-hand would not be Isaac, but a mysterious fellow named Zead/Zobek. Keep Isaac's strap thing, history of oppression, and zeal, but his weapon should be a spear. * Make it clear that Alucard was present when his mother said her final words, but had arrived too late to save her/was incapable of reaching her where she was. * Make it so that Dracula does not return until several months after she has already been killed. When he does return, he maims Alucard and Hector prevents Dracula from outright killing Alucard, trying to calm him down; Alucard escapes through the Carpathian mirror. Hector, Isaac, and Dracula agree that they should target Targoviste, where Lisa was killed, and so the slaughter begins immediately and quickly spirals out of control as far as Hector is concerned, with Dracula having them gather the dead of Targoviste to start bolstering his forces. THEN we have a time-skip. -------- * Cut the goat scene. Waste of screen-time, irrelevant. * Change "sleeping soldier" to "sleeping guardian." Less catchy, but it is actually on-point, especially if they end up going all the way to the Sorrow series. * Put more emphasis on the priest who blesses the water in Gresit, in order to balance out the depiction of religion in the show. Make the scene where Trevor gets the townspeople to turn on the corrupt church members less clumsy. * Make the demons in the first season more diverse; they were too homogeneous. -------- * If Alucard is going to verbally spar with Trevor, it needs to be written with a bit more cleverness. * Cut the scene that shows Lisa being arrested, as it was poorly written. Instead, show a scene of her interacting with Dracula, Hector, and Isaac in the castle in order to emphasize the relationship she had with Dracula. * When the heroes are fighting the demons that are going to attack Arges, they are joined by a fourth person, a cloaked man named Grant Danesti. Danesti explains that he is the last of his family, a family that fought against Dracula during his attack on Targoviste, and has been hiding in Arges since he escaped from Dracula's Castle where he was been kept as livestock for his forces. It isn't until they reach the Belmont estate and Sypha lights up the vault that they discover that Grant has been twisted by dark powers, and can't really be considered human anymore. The group intentionally lets the last demon go in the hopes that it will draw Dracula to them rather than them having to go after his castle, and instead focus upon strengthening themselves at the Belmont Hold. * Trevor should find a silver cross/stake in the Belmont Hold, and should be keeping salt and holy water around. Sypha should use lightning magic. Alucard should use his bat/mist transformations and spells. Dracula should use the spells he has other than just Dark Inferno. :-/ * Hector becomes increasingly distressed over Carmilla's blatant attempts at manipulation and the slaughter of people, and his breaking point is when a child's body is brought in for forging purposes. He flees, throwing a wrench into Carmilla's plans. Isaac chases after him, having killed Godbrand for far less and taking Hector's flight personally because of their shared status as Dracula's human generals. So, Carmilla instead has her forces abduct a priest in Braila and force him to bless the river. What she does not realize is that Zead has been keeping tabs on her, and so when the castle arrives at Braila, Dracula has dropped it straight into the river, displacing the water and decimating her forces. Realizing she's been outmaneuvered, Carmilla flees, but not before Dracula jabs out her left eye. * After crushing Carmilla's forces with minimal effort and almost no losses on his part, Dracula changes track and immediately warps the castle near the Belmont Hold, re-asserting his control over his now cowed forces. He then sends Zead out of the castle to make sure that there are no Belmonts running around, and orders his army to prepare to attack Arges, not Braila. Because the castle has warped not once, but twice, and Isaac was chasing Hector, Isaac has been left behind, and cannot return to Dracula in time to help him. * Zead is able to enter the Belmont Hold with almost no effort, and he attacks the three with almost no warning. Sypha and Trevor don't take him too seriously as an opponent initially until they see how worried Alucard and Grant are, and find themselves fighting for their lives against a single opponent who seems increasingly less and less human, until at least, Zead reveals his true form; a reaper of souls, loyal to the King of the night. Sypha is ultimately the one that subdues the reaper. * The four of them then take on the castle itself, with Sypha focused CC'ing the forces that were to attack Arges while the other three narrow in on the major players. Grant kills the most of them, being enraged by the vampires who abused and mutilated him. But Dracula is not among the forces, and so the four let Alucard take point as they make their way through the demon-infested castle to the throne room. The fight plays out somewhat similarly to how it did in the show save that Grant is also there and Dracula uses more of his magic, including teleportation, fire pillars used in tandem with his horizontal lightning spell from SC4, Demonic Meggido, and Ghost Chaser. Scrap all the fist-fighting. :-/ * Alucard only takes Dracula on solo after Dracula knocks Sypha and Grant out a window and claws at Trevor's face, clawing out one of his eyes. When they come to a halt, Alucard can't bring himself to kill his father, and Trevor stakes Dracula from behind. This does not kill Dracula. Instead, Dracula calls upon the chaos that runs through the castle and shifts into a demonic form, and begins using Dominous Hatred/Fatal Ray, Demonic Meggido, and Delta Spark. The fight ends when Trevor uses Grand Cross. * The castle disappears when Dracula dies. After Trevor is fairly well-healed, he gifts Alucard with the Belmont Hold. They re-seal the hold with Alucard inside, who goes to sleep. Grant, Trevor, and Sypha make their way to Braila in order to see what damage the chaos there left behind and help. * Carmilla, infuriated by her losses at Braila, rallies what little she has left and begins to lay siege to Braila in order to replenish her vampire forces. Hector uses the devils he originally forged to attack the Belmont Hold against Isaac, sacrificing them in order to escape and go into hiding. Isaac searches for a way to return to Dracula's castle, only to find out much later from a revived Zead that the castle has fallen... but with some work... it and its master might rise once again.

#castlevania #castlevania netflix #dracula #alucard #trevor belmont #sypha belnades #Hector #isaac laforeze #Death #Carmilla #god I love castlevania

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wigmund · 6 years

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From Earth Science Picture of the Day; September 10, 2018:

Wildlife Crossings Photographer and Summary Author: Patti Weeks

Many roads that cut through natural wildlife habitats — used both for leisure and for commerce — fragment animal territories and interfere with critical migratory routes. As the growing traffic volume on these busy highways increases, the potential for vehicle-animal clashes also goes up, often with unfortunate consequences. To make roads safer for animals and people, conservationists across the world have been creating natural-like passages for animals over or under our manufactured roadway barriers.

Pictured here is one of the 6 wildlife overpasses on the 51 mi (82 km) stretch of the Trans-Canada Highway in Alberta’s Banff National Park. One of the most popular destinations in the Canadian Rockies, the park reports approximately 17,000 people driving on this road each day through the home territory of a large and healthy wildlife population. In an effort to balance the coexistence of humans and wildlife, the conservation-minded Parks Canada Agency completed the first wildlife crossing in 1997, a project which, at first, received much skepticism as to its cost-effectiveness. Now, over 20 years later, the project is a worldwide conservation success with 44 crossings — 6 overpasses and 38 underpasses — which are mitigating wildlife fatalities by a significant 80 percent. The reconnection of wildlife territories has helped maintain genetic diversity of many of the resident animal populations. Among the mammals using the crossings are grizzly bears, black bears, moose, elk, deer, bighorn sheep, mountain goats, wolves, cougars, coyotes, wolverine and lynx.

The efficacy of these crossings is documented year-round. Using infrared cameras and trackpads, researchers have documented over 200,000 large mammal passes. The number and types of wildlife crossings in Banff National Park and its associated research database is unparalleled in the world. Scientists from several U.S. states and other countries, such as China, Mongolia and Argentina, have come to Banff to learn how to create similar projects to meet their specific needs.

The insert photo of a black bear was taken quite likely after it emerged from a highway underpass along the Bow River. Top photo taken on June 12 and the inset on June 14, 2018.

Photo Details: Top - Camera: Apple iPhone 7: Exposure Time: 0.0005s (1/2037); Aperture: ƒ/1.8; ISO equivalent: 20; Focal Length (35mm): 28. Inset: same except - Exposure Time: 0.0005s (1/2128); Digital Zoom Ratio: 5.007x; Focal Length (35mm): 170.

Banff National Park, Alberta Coordinates: 51.5, -116

Related Links

Banff Wildlife Crossing Bridge

Animal Bridges Around the World

Friends of Banff National Park: Wildlife Crossings

Video of Wildlife Crossing

Student Links

Wildlife & Wildlands Toolkit

Earth Observatory

Banff National Park, Canada

#earth science picture of the day #nature #biology #ecology #environment #conservation #wildlife crossing #Banff National Park #Alberta #Canada

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relaxvideobar · 3 years

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Sabías que, hoy cumple 81 años el músico estadounidense Jim Horn nacido en Los Ángeles, uno de los más demandados saxofonistas y flautistas de sesión de los años 70 y 80 junto con Bobby Keys y Jim Price. Comenzó en 1959 acompañando a Duane Eddy y a mediados de los años 60 fue miembro del famoso Wrecking Crew y tocó en álbumes como ‘Pet Sounds’ (Beach Boys), ‘Carpenters’, ‘Feliciano!’, ‘Goat’s Head Soup’ (Rolling Stones), ‘The Royal Scam’ (Steely Dan), ‘The Concert for Bangla Desh’, ‘Traveling Wilburys’ y hits como ‘River deep - mountain high’ (Ike & Tina Turner), ‘Going up the country (Canned Heat), ‘Strangers in the night’ (Frank Sinatra),’Little Jeannie’ (Elton John), ‘Rosanna’, ‘Africa’ (Toto) y ‘Ride like the wind’ (Christopher Cross). Acompañó en sus shows a George Harrison, Don Willimas y John Denver. @relaxvideobar www.relaxvideobar.com (at RELAX VIDEO BAR) https://www.instagram.com/p/CWhm7dusNbM/?utm_medium=tumblr

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thunderflight · 6 years

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Don’t trust the Master tattoo artist [part 3]

this might be my final post. i dont know if im gonna make it out of this one alive. but im gonna damn well try.

in my last post, i was in a pretty tight spot. things have gotten much worse. it's so fucking bleak.

we both fell asleep.

i dont know at what point it happened. i was pretty delirious from the concoction of shitty energy drinks and lack of sleep. that godforsaken eerie music from the masters room in the palace kept drifting in and out of my head. it was at the point that my vision was swimming and blurring that everything just went dark.

it was a stupid fucking plan from the beginning. i panicked. i didnt know what else to do. but i couldnt protect him in the end. all i did was dream.

my dream was dark. it was just bleak, endless darkness. i stumbled around, but i felt lethargic. it was like i was moving through mud...no, i was definitely sloshing through something. the smell hit me all at once. it was rank and decayed, a stench strong enough to burn the hairs off your nostrils.

it was a pit of death. the squelching below me told me all i needed to know. i was wading through blood, corpses, decaying flesh, everything.

in the back of my mind, i felt a faint recognition. dread filled me inexplicably, and i shoved the thought far back where i couldnt see it anymore.

i began gagging as i panicked, stumbling over myself. it felt like i was being suffocated. suddenly, a light caught my eye, twinkling in the distance. i crawled towards it. it took an eternity as i writhed and shuddered in the refuse.

suddenly, i was at the edge of solid ground. i pulled myself onto it, shuddering as i collapsed on the dirt. hot, humid air wafted over me as the leaves overhead rustled. i was on an island of lush jungle. i peered behind me. there was a sea of god awful blood, gore, disgusting shit as far as the eye could sea, and it shimmered and shifted in the light.

i retched violently on the grass.

i was covered from head to toe in that shit. i wiped myself off, marveling at how real everything felt. i raised my head and saw a silhouette facing the jungle.

it was brent.

i called his name, relief washing over me as i struggled to stand and run after him. he didn't move, just stood in a trance as he stared at the jungle. time felt like it slowed as i ran towards him, extending my hand as i reached for his shoulder. his long black hair cascaded over his shoulders, swaying in the breeze...

my heart stopped.

it was too late. i was already grasping his shoulder. her shoulder. the master turned around and smiled at me devilishly as she stabbed me in the chest. the motion was fluid, as natural and as firm as a handshake.

i fell to the ground, clutching my chest. she stabbed me over and over on my back and my arms, slicing away my flesh. i screamed, but blood cut off my voice, gargling in my throat. i coughed hard, spitting blood.

she yanked me by my hand and started dragging me through the thick forest floor. i screamed and groaned, struggling to free myself from her vice grip, but it was of no use. as she dragged me, shapes shifted in the shadows. their eyes glowed hungrily. they followed us, staying far enough back that i couldnt see them, but close enough that i could hear them panting with desire. it was too dark to tell, but i think i left a trail of blood as my body was dragged across the floor. they followed it like bloodhounds. they could probably smell flesh blood miles away. especially after being surrounded by decay for so long.

it wasn't long before we reached a clearing. i noticed when the tree line stopped and the black night sky stretched onwards forever. there were no stars here, only an inky darkness and a red-tinted moon nestled in it like a bloody jewel.

she threw me across a stone altar. i could hear a sloshing sound from below me once more. i looked down and saw a disgusting river of dark blood and flesh oozing by. the stench overwhelmed me again as i gagged once more, trying to scramble backwards, but the master pinned me down and held me there. with my cheek against the stone, i looked across the river, and i saw a terrible creature.

a great figure loomed on the other side of the river. it was a horrifying amalgamation of all the creatures id seen in my last dream. it writhed and shuddered, its big red eyes piercing through the darkness. it was many things at once aside from this shifting thing: it was a big black goat creature, horns curling and nostrils flaring; it was a disgusting boar, bristling fur and bloodied tusks; it was a giant serpent, scales shimmering in the light as its forked tongue darted in and out of its gaping mouth. the last vision i feared the most of all.

the master spoke to it in a language i did not understand, but the faint feeling of recognition returned. i understood what i was. it responded in a screech, a roar, a bellowing undertone, a million voices grafted into one.

she lifted a knife and slit my throat. my blood rushed out and poured into the river, gushing more than i could possibly have in my body. it never ended. it just poured and poured and poured

the great figure approached us, crossing the river easily in giant strides. the creatures behind me chanted and crowed in another language, eager for the thing to arrive. it bent down and drank from the blood pouring out of me, its maddening eyes meeting mine. and i knew what it knew. the river of blood was everything that it consumed, it was me, it was man. we were all for it - we were its sacrifices.

and we had all lined up to be marked for it.

the chaos of voices rose to a crescendo, rushing towards me from all sides. everything leapt at me, digging and tugging at my flesh, consuming me. fear absolutely overwhelmed me. i felt utterly helpless, abandoned, cursed.

but defiance blazed in my heart. from somewhere deep inside me, a place so incredibly deep that it must have been my soul, i pushed back. it was an absolute defiance in the face of a power greater than i could ever understand. and it worked. i was fading away. the din of demonic noise grew fainter, but it changed in tone. it was confused and desperate. the master hissed in my ear, you cannot escape! you can never escape us!

and with a pop, my eyes flew open.

my ears popped again. my heart was pounding in my chest. i was covered in sweat and...yes, blood. i glanced around the room, realizing brent was no longer with me.

i called his name, fear gripping my heart. as i stood, though, my head spun wildly. pain shot through my back like a million knives stabbing me all at once. blood was oozing down my back.

i ran into the restroom, ripping my shirt off. the tattoo had of course changed again. i stared at my arms in the mirror, shocked. all of my tattoos were gone. my ruptured skin was almost flayed, bumpy and streaked with blood. the snake was frozen in the middle of devouring the last tattoo on my sleeve.

utter despair racked me. i started sobbing in a bitter, clench-jawed cry. why us? why any of us?

i knew the answer was simple: we were just the unfortunate flies that had been caught in the web.

i whipped around, storming out of my bedroom and into my kitchen. i fished around for my butcher knives, grabbing two and gripping the handles tightly. i looked down at my tattoo, eyes flashing dangerously. the surface of it was hardened, like it was made of actual scales, and it was raised from my damaged skin.

i took a deep breath, steadying myself, and then stabbed at it, gritting my teeth. the surface was harder than i expected. it was like stone. my butcher knife glinted off of it with a spark. i groaned in dismay, inspecting it. part of its tail was still wrapped past my shoulder. i couldnt just cut the arm off...

thats when i heard something clang outside.

i stiffened. i turned slowly to the back door, seeing that it was slightly ajar.

i walked towards the door, fear gripping my stomach. my mouth was dry. i licked my chapped lips, my eyes wide. i slowly pushed the back door open. it creaked as it swung lazily on its hinges.

there was a long, dark shape curled on my porch. the light from inside the house illuminated it as the door opened. for the first time, i noticed that it was nighttime again. long shadows stretched out from the shifting thing on the ground, reaching into the night.

a gigantic snake was writhing slowly on the ground. it was huge, at least twenty feet long. i stared at it in shock. trembling. it reminded me of those nature documentaries of anacondas after theyd just swallowed something five times their size, after their jaws had unhinged and theyd spent hours swallowing their prey...

dumbfounded, i realized that there was a gigantic lump in the snake, too big to be normal. big enough to be human.

i let out a low cry, horrified realization dawning on me. its eyes glinted at me from the ground, hateful and proud.

i rushed at it, chopping at its head with my knife. it spasmed, but it was too weak at the moment to fight back. its scales were as hard as stone, but its underbelly was soft. after a few chops, i had partially decapitated it. dark black blood poured from its neck and its spasms grew weaker.

i cut at the underbelly where the giant lump was, slowly slicing it open. when i had finished slicing open its stomach, a figure slipped out of it.

i vaguely recalled a video i had seen of an indonesian farmer that was eaten by a giant boa constrictor. instead of an unnamed man on the other side of the world, my friend brent was the poor fuckin soul that came sliding out of the snake's belly. he was already slightly decomposed, his skin white and veiny, his mouth bloodied and raw.

i stumbled back, collapsing onto the floor. a wave of emotions hit me, but i couldnt move. brents dragon rolled a bit, but it stopped moving after a while. the awful, steaming corpse laid motionlessly in front of me. i couldnt even cry. i couldnt even think. i just stared lifelessly. i understood that this, too, would be my fate.

in that dark moment, an idea dawned on me.

i stood, turning and leaving brents body unceremoniously on the ground. i washed my hands in the kitchen, staring out into the dark night emotionlessly. i grabbed my phone and texted an old buddy of mine.

i took my car and drove. i cant remember how long it took. it didnt matter. i met up with my buddy and handed him some cash. he gave me exactly what i came for. it may have been propofol, or seroquel, or whatever. it doesnt matter. i just told him to get me something that would knock me out cold.

i parked my jeep down on some side road, laid in the back seat, and took two pills.

it completely knocked me out. i think its been a day since then.

and it worked. i didnt have a single dream, and when i awoke, the dragon hadnt moved.

i just cried and cried at first. relief and grief mixed together into an awful feeling. i feel groggy but im finally well rested. and i finally have an answer. ive bought myself some time.

when i checked my phone i saw ember had texted me. the palace was shut down. most of the masters customers are either dead or missing. the name she used, lilith, didnt register in any police system. i dont know what to tell her, so i havent texted her back yet. i may need her help though. ryan too. though he hasnt been answering texts.

i dont know what im gonna do. maybe try and cut my arm off. seems like that could kill me. but maybe ember and ryan can help with that. its still sort of on my shoulder, so i dont know if well be able to get it all off. ive thought of sleeping just enough to get it to move again. and then having them wake me up. so we can get it off of me for good.

this is so much to ask of them though. i dont know if the police are charging them with anything. i dont know if theyve found brent yet. i dont know what to tell them about brent or how to go about any of this.

so im just typing this out as i think. theres gotta be a way out of this. i dont want to die. at least ive rested now and i can try and plan my next move.

until then, i guess, if anyones reading this, stay safe. and dont get any tattoos from someone who calls themselves the master.

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sarahsilverdog-blog-blog · 7 years

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One Problem At A Time Ch. 7

WHAT DOESN’T KILL YOU MAKES YOU STRONGER

Remind me that the most fertile lands

Were built by the fires of volcanoes.

~Andrea Gibson, The Madness Vase

It was slow going, trudging along the rocky, boulder-strewn banks of the Strawberry River, made slower by the rickety, improvised travois that was hauling the sample cooler and a few spare weapons they had managed to salvage from the ruined trucks. Everything else had been absolutely destroyed by the thundering goat herd, and all of their phones carrying the hybrid repellant frequency had long since lost battery power. Morris Brown remembered some kind of a maintenance shack at the edge of Starvation Dam, he didn't think it would be manned anymore but there could be a radio. The dam was only a mile or so away but the terrain was so rough they were not making good time, it was hot and there was little vegetation and scant shade, but when the sun went down the heat would dissipate quickly and it would be best if they were inside if possible.

Tessa and Dariela trudged along together at the head of the line, scanning the rocks and hills ahead for danger. They were both drenched in sweat, and Tessa wiped her brow and said, "This humidity is nuts. We're in the desert."

"We're close to a river." Dariela replied, flicking the sweat from her own forehead, "that would explain some of the humidity, but it’s still really wet out here.”

Tessa panted a few more steps "So, how is Abe doing on the sterility cure?”

Dariela shrugged "He was close to a cure when left. Really close." Tessa hadn't hidden her eagerness for the answer. "You and Jackson going to…?”

Tessa grinned and glanced at Jackson, who was trailing the travois, protecting it from the rear. "I don't know, I mean l want to, I hope he does.”

“I'm going to have two more," Dariela said, looking dreamily up into the barren hills. "I want a girl, at least one." She stopped, pointing up at one of the rocky outcroppings. It was smeared black with soot and she observed, "Looks like there must have been some kind of fire here.”

“Maybe," Tessa gestured at the desolate terrain, "But it doesn’t seem like there's enough fuel around here for much of a fire."

They made it to the dam and any hope of finding help was dashed, Jackson could tell immediately it had not been maintained in some time. The operators had left the spillway open and water crashed ten stories down to the rocks below, forging heavy spray that thickly fogged the river bottom. Cracks zigzagged up the concrete walls and various bushes and grasses sprouted from every orifice where they could get a hold in the side The guard shack could be seen at the top, on the opposite side of the river, which meant they had to cross the derelict dam.

Jackson sighed and they started up the rock-studded cliffs to the top: he, Tessa, and Dariela in the lead, Brown and two of his men pulling the travois, and Brown's other two men guarding their back. They reached the top and started across the spine of the levee. It was narrow, only about ten feet wide, with a dizzying fall to the rocks on one side and a deep reservoir on the other, though as Jackson swept the reservoir he saw something slither through the water towards them. "Heads up!" he shouted, pointing to the wake the monster was leaving in the water, "Water snake! A huge one! Watch the side!”

They started across the dike, slowly, everyone on alert, guns raised. Their concentration was on the reservoir, watching the water for the snake but a loud, rhythmic thumping, like helicopter blades but slower, heavy and dark in the fog below the dam got their attention. Jackson stopped the team to tell them to turn back- if the ramshackle structure was about to collapse they didn't want to be in the middle of it but the whup-whup sound got louder and he could feel the very concrete vibrating beneath his feet and his bones vibrated in the core of his body and suddenly the dusky gray cement of the dam was shaded by a giant black shadow, an unearthly shriek rent the air around them and they all cowered as the shadow soared over them, flapping its leathery black and silver wings as it passed, creating a wind so fierce it nearly knocked Jackson down.

“Holy shite,” Brown said, his jaw dropping. "Is that a...dragon?”

It looked like a huge razorback that had been given wings, all glistening silver and black spikes and huge, slavering teeth and it's long, jagged tail swiped at the two men bringing up the rear as it passed, knocking them screaming from the dam, down to the rocky river below. "Run!" Jackson shouted, and they all sprinted for the other side, but Brown and his two remaining men lifted their rifles and started firing at the monster, Jackson ran back to grab the travois Brown's men had dropped as the dragon circled around, pulled up even with Brown and his men and let loose a stream of fire from his searing jaws that turned Brown and his men to ashes echoing with agonizing screams. Jackson fell to the ground behind them, feeling the scorching fire as it passed over him, trying to get as low as he could as the dragon circled again, then dove back toward the bottom of the dam, disappearing into the misty fog.

Jackson sprang to his feet and ran, catching Dariela and Tessa as they reached the guard shack, broke open the door and dove in, slamming it shut as they sat silent but for their ragged breathing. "Jesus," Jackson croaked, reaching over to Tessa to make sure she was okay. "Is everyone alright?"

Dariela sat up, panting with terror, leaning against a metal desk that took up the majority of the little room. "Brown and his men sure aren’t. That thing barbecued them."

Jackson rose slowly to his feet, favoring his injured wrist as he used the desk for leverage. "Let's see if we can find a radio. As much as I hate it, we need Jamie to come back for us.”

***

Abe was discreet enough to leave while they finished getting themselves together, and Jamie picked up the navigational tablet and changed their course back to the south, at least heading them in the direction of Jackson until she could find out exactly where he was.

"So, a dragon, and apparently not the Komodo type," Mitch said as he sat on the bed, jerking his shoes on testily. “Things just keep getting better and better."

He was still hot about the Abigail/Duncan remark and she dropped onto the end of the bed beside him and leaned against his solid warmth, trying to communicate with her body what she found so hard to put into words. Sometimes it amazed her that as someone who organized words into stories for a living, when it came time to use them in her personal life, her command of them usually deserted her at the most critical junctures. "I'm sorry,” she apologized softly, "about what I said. I'm going down to tell Abe yes, l will test the fertility cure for him," she raised her gaze to his and said fiercely, "because if there are going to be any little Mitch Morgan hybrids running around here, they are going to be mine.” The kiss this time was deeper, longer, intensely possessive, then she was gone, leaving his lips burning and his brain spinning; the bio-drive in his head had been a cakewalk compared to what Jamie was doing to him at the moment, springing babies and fertility on him with no warning and hurling unadulterated commitment at him with such careless abandon. He needed a drink but instead of heading for the bar he found his feet carrying him to the computer lab, where he knew he would find Jamie.

He walked in to Abe's deep, smooth voice, "Jackson couldn't give me much information, the battery in his radio was almost dead. They are on the Strawberry River in Utah, some place called Starvation Dam. Brown and his team was wiped out by the – I can’t believe am saying this - dragon. He has enough radio power left for me to contact him and let him know where to meet us.”

Jamie went to her bank of computers and Mitch joined her, resting his hand lightly on her shoulder in a gesture of forgiveness as she pulled up real-time detailed satellite pictures of the Starvation Dam area and started scanning through them rapidly, searching for a place that would make a suitable landing spot for the plane. "What about the IADG?” she asked, "Do they have a team closer that can extract him? We're still at least two or three hours away.”

"No." Abe said in a tone that made them both look up from the satellite pictures. "The IADG evacuated east of the wall, and they are trying to help people flee. The hybrids are spreading, even though it hasn't even been 48 hours. Look," he tapped on one of the computers and a news broadcast came on, a somber newscaster recounting the horrible things happening in Boulder as people's pets and farm animals were being killed by some creature or creatures, then coming back as a monster and attacking anyone they came in contact with, even their owners. The accompanying video was littered with the bloodied bodies of humans and animals alike.

Mitch shook his head in frustration at the news but without the samples there wasn't much he could do about it, and at the moment another question was on the front burner. "We need to get the hybrid repellant frequency information to IADG. It could be useful to them, Abe, can you help me with that?" Mitch jerked his head at the lab and motioned for Abe to follow him. Once they were safely out of Jamie's hearing, Mitch said in a near-whisper, “Um, so Jamie brought up an interesting point a little while ago and I would like to get your opinion on it. Doctor/patient like opinion," he clarified.

They trotted down the stairway to the lab, and Abe's curiosity got the better of him. "I would love to give you my opinion. Doctor patient opinion, of course.”

Mitch stopped on the bottom step. "Jamie seems to think that because I had to be put in the stasis tank well before the twelve hour period it took for the TX-14 gas to spread, and was likely not taken out until the gas had diffused into the atmosphere enough for it to be ineffective on me, l may not be sterile. May not have ever been sterile." He shuddered at the idea of what Abigail could have used him for but pushed the thought away.

Abe nodded his head as Mitch spoke, smiling as the implications and possibilities hit him. "Yes, she is correct, I don't know why I didn't think of it myself. Would you like me to test you?"

“Well, yeah," Mitch whispered snidely, rolling up his sleeve. “Especially since Jamie has agreed to be your little practice egg factory. I kinda want to know what l'm getting into.”

Abe chuckled as he opened a nearby drawer and took out a needle and a glass vial. "I gave her the first treatment a few minutes before you joined us. I wondered if she was going to tell you about it.”

“Well, she did," Abe quickly swabbed Mitch's arm with alcohol, slid the needle in and then removed the vial with a swift movement as Mitch rolled his sleeve back down.

“It seems you two are closer than ever,” he smiled heartily at Mitch, "I am glad to see it. I was afraid that her recent poor decision making would be the end of you two, but it appears to have brought you together." Abe carried the sample to one of the workstations, opened a cabinet and took out a bottle of clear liquid, siphoning out a couple of cc's of the fluid and dropping it into a glass tube. He then used a syringe to withdraw a few drops of Mitch's blood from the vial and added it to the solution, placing a gloved finger over the opening and shaking it gently, "But then what does not kill you only makes you stronger.”

Mitch rolled his eyes. "Thanks for the words of wisdom, Obi Wan. I should look like the Hulk by now.” He jerked his head at the tube in Abe’s hand. “How long is this going to take?" Abe just smiled as he stopped shaking the mixture and held the glass tube up to the light.

The liquid had turned a bright blue and the delight on Abe’s face was the only answer Mitch needed. “Oh-kay. Well, that was faster than l expected." He took a deep breath and cut his eyes at Abe, just to be sure. “I’m not sterile?”

“No, my friend, you are not," Abe chuckled, patting Mitch on the back. "Congratulations!”

“Yeah,” Mitch replied tersely, handing Abe a small drive from his pocket; he suddenly needed a drink. "The hybrid repellant frequency information is on this drive, get it to the IADG, I’m going to go see if Jamie has come up with anything." He ducked out of the lab, clattering up the stairs to the bar where he poured himself a shot, downed it in one swallow, then marched down the hallway to what had been his room, knocking softly on the door until Clem opened it. She was holding Baby Sam to her breast while he nursed, and Mitch recoiled as she pulled the door open, turning away and covering his eyes. "Come on, Clem," he said, "I know it's just a biological function but you're my daughter and I am barely used to you having a baby much less…lady…parts…” he finished lamely as his daughter rolled her eyes and turned her back on him, motioning for him to come into the room. Sam was sleeping in Mitch's bed and he looked much better, though Mitch was fairly sure it was the nurse more than the nursing that was helping him heal.

"What's up, Dad?" Clem asked, laying baby Sam over her shoulder and covering herself up. She patted his back gently until he let out a loud, drooling belch, then she gently wiped his mouth and handed him to his grandfather. Mitch handled the bundle awkwardly for a second, then got Sam comfortably tucked into his arms and he cooed and smiled over the baby, marveling at the little creature that was his grandson. "So, we have turned around and we are headed to Utah to rescue Jackson, Tessa, and Dariela. Apparently they were attacked by a – bear with me here - dragon, and need a ride.”

"A dragon? Like a fire-breathing giant lizard?” Clem asked in surprise, then grinned as she said softly, "Grandpa would have loved that. A truly mythical monster." She caught Mitch’s expression and added, "But that's not why you're here, is it?"

“Uh, no, it isn't." He kissed his grandson on the forehead and muttered, "I need to talk to you. About Jamie. A...situation has come up and you are probably the only person who can tell me what I need to know."

Clementine folded her arms across her chest and stared at her father "Well, am intrigued. What kind of situation?"

Mitch lifted the baby in his arms a fraction and said, "This kind." He wrinkled his nose as a particularly noxious smell reached him and he handed Sam back to his mother and said, "Your department, Mom." Clem took her baby and took a whiff too, turning her face away with a grimace. "Anyway, Jamie brought up an interesting point earlier, that because of my time in the stasis tank I may not have been sterilized with the rest of the world, so l had Abe test me. Turns out Jamie was right, I am a fully functional baby-maker, and in a really fun twist, Jamie has agreed to be Dr. Kenyatta's sterility cure lab rat and has already taken the first treatment-“

Clem interjected, "Does Jamie know? About you?"

"Well, not definitively. yet. She suspected it, it was her suggestion-“

"Tell her now." Clem was immediately serious. "This isn't the kind of thing you keep from someone.”

“I know, Clem, but that is kind of the reason I'm here." He felt his face flush hot with embarrassment, and glad that Clem wasn’t looking at him, plowed ahead. "I haven't asked you much about.. what it was like, for you, growing up, but l need to know... what was she like? As a mom, when you lived with her." It was still painful, knowing how much he had missed of her life, and between lack of time to talk and the unpleasantness of the beer revelation he hadn't asked her much about her past, with Jamie or with Max.

Clem smiled as she lay Sam out on the bed, swiftly removing his soiled diaper. “She was amazing. We struggled at first, I mean we were both very sad and very angry and she blamed herself for...well, for a lot of things. But she tried to make it as normal as she could, made sure l went to school, and ate healthy food, and did my homework, and we went to the movies, and museums-“ she stopped at the look of wistful sadness on Mitch's face. "And she made sure I knew you, who you were, what you did, everything about you. She talked about you all the time and she would just glow, thinking about you made her light up, even in front of Logan," Mitch smiled at that, and his heart twisted around Jamie's a little more. "I know she's different from who you remember, but she's still Jamie." She paused as she deftly re-swaddled the baby and cuddled him close as he closed his eyes in contentment.

"We’ve only been together for a couple of weeks...it's a little sudden-“

Clem scoffed at his reasoning. "You and Jamie have been together for eleven years, Dad, you just spent some of it apart."

“Some of it? That's a bit of a stretch," he snorted in turn, then added, "but I get your meaning." He sighed irritably and rolled his head to the side, squinting at Clementine. "She told me today that she wanted to make little Mitch Morgan hybrids.”

Clementine burst out laughing. "I know you aren't the best at reading women, but that's pretty straightforward." She smiled and held up her son, freshly changed, sleeping soundly in her arms. "Just think about it. A kid that's half you, half Jamie? That's going to be one brilliant know-it-all little badass.”

***

She was still flicking through satellite photos when he came back to the computer lab/kitchen, carrying a bottle of vodka and two glasses. He poured her a drink and handed it to her as he snarked, "If you get pregnant you cant drink for at least nine months.”

She didnt raise her eyes from the screen but took the glass and swallowed a long, deep draught before replying, "Well, that’s a deal breaker, then."

"Good to know, Ill make sure I keep the bar stocked." He pulled up a chair and sat down next to her, looking over her shoulder at the barren desert in the satellite photos. "Because it turns out you were right." He took another swallow of his drink.

"I know I am,” she replied cheekily, "Can you be more specific?"

"Very funny," he retorted. "You know what mean."

Jamie leaned back in her chair, her usually warm brown eyes afire as she turned to him. "And how do you feel about that?"

"Confused. Stunned." He paused, and took another swallow of his drink, meeting Jamie's eyes over the rim of the glass as she quirked an eyebrow at him. "Excited.” He broke the gaze. “Scared.”

Jamie was quiet for a few seconds, then she leaned forward in her chair and took the bottle from Mitch, pouring herself another drink. “l never thought would want to be a mother. When my friends were all pushing baby dolls in carriages and playing with Barbies, I was playing reporter and asking my uncle about dairy prices and hog futures." She chuckled a little to herself at the memory, then raised her gaze to meet Mitch's. "Then my mother died and you know how it went from there. Children were never a priority, they were an afterthought, something l would consider after l brought Reiden down, after l avenged my mother, and my hometown, and everyone else they had destroyed-“ she reined herself in, swallowing the words at the tip of her tongue and a paused a second to collect herself before she continued, "And then you came along, with your lions acting lion-y, and your genius theories, and love for your daughter," she laughed with a rueful shake of her fiery hair, “and your inexplicable faith in me despite my obvious shortcomings, and for the first time l allowed myself to think about a family with you, and with Clementine, and who knows? Maybe that's what we would have done in Maine but," she looked away from him, "fate had other plans, didn't it?”

“I wanted you to be Clementine's family," Mitch said gruffly.

“It's not the same and you know it," Jamie replied sharply. "But even if you hadn’t…died, we would have been sterilized, so I came to terms with it, just like the rest of humanity. Even when you came back to me, I didn't let myself dream of family again, I was too far down the rabbit hole.” She stopped, her gift of words deserting her again so she set her drink down and took his hands. "Then I held your grandson, Mitch, and l looked into those beautiful little eyes, held that tiny little hand in mine and something in me changed. My...priorities changed.”

Abe's deep baritone interrupted their silence. "I just finished up with the IADG, they are very appreciative for the information and they are going to implement the repellant frequency as widely and as quickly as they can," he poked his head in before entering, making sure he wasn't interrupting anything. "Have you had any luck finding a rendezvous point for Jackson?”

“Ye- yes," Jamie said, taking her hands away from Mitch's and turning back to the computers as Mitch cleared his throat and picked up the vodka bottle and glasses, and Jamie tapped at the screen. "An abandoned highway, about a mile and a half north of the dam. Looks like they built a newer road and didn't tear up the old one. Long enough to land the plane and take off again.”

Abe bent over the screen to take a look and nodded. "Yes, that will do well. Let me get the coordinates and I will radio Jackson immediately. How long before we get there?”

Jamie tapped the screen thoughtfully, doing some mental calculations and said, "About two hours. Give or take." She jotted down the coordinates and handed them to Abe, who pulled a radio from his rear pocket and pressed the call button. Jackson's voice crackled over the speaker. "Give me good news, Abe.”

Abe relayed the coordinates to the makeshift runway to Jackson, who said, "Okay. Be careful, the dragon is still here, flying around. It knows we're still here, it's waiting for us to make a move but the sun is going to set soon, we’ll head out then, maybe it won't chase us in the dark." The radio started to cut out and it crackled as he said, "There's also a giant water snake in the upper portion of the river.”

Mitch interjected, "Tell him to get blood samples if he can!”

Jackson retorted, "Tell Mitch to go fuck himself. He can get his own samples if he wants them."

Abe and Jamie laughed, but the gears started turning in Mitch’s head. "Copy that," he answered, and let Abe finish the radio call before asking, "I have an idea. I think we can get some dragon blood. Do you still have the sample collecting crossbow you got on Pangaea?”

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