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🎵 Instrument of Surrender

For a reason that you'll see... soonish, but not today, I'm going to attempt this check again now.

BACKYARD WALL - Just an ordinary wall. Nothing to see here.

[Conceptualization - Impossible 18] Why am I looking at this wall?

+1 You have a keen aesthetic sensibility. +2 Cindy's artistic impulses are infectious. +1 Dresscode: Pseudo-SKULL

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Impossible: Failure] - Yeah, why? It's a wall, an ordinary wall.

INTERFACING - Snow covers the white-on-blue police livery of the motor carriage. The white colours nearly meld together.

Wait, why am I even thinking about this? Wasn't I supposed to…

"No time for this, gotta run." [Finish thought.]

INTERFACING - ... do something important? Something murder-related? There's always *something* important. Doesn't mean you can't take a moment to admire this piece of machinery.

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Medium: Success] - This is a Coupris Kineema, the Coupris MotorCorp's follow-up to their highly successful workhorse, Coupris 40, and the answer to the LUM's racing-bred 'Fevre' series.

INTERFACING - With its air-cooled, rear-mounted twelve cylinder compression ignition engine driving the rear wheels through a four-speed manual gearbox, the Kineema is able to reach 100 kilometres per hour in 13.5 seconds. And go on to a top speed of 180 kilometres an hour.

Won't it roll over in the first sharp corner?

Turn your attention to the motor carriage itself.

Motor carriages don't interest me. [Finish thought.]

INTERFACING - The high centre of balance is offset by a large battery bank mounted at the bottom of the cabin, feeding all the auxiliary systems and making the Kineema effectively a mobile power plant.

This tech-talk is really rubbing me the right way here.

Turn your attention to the motor carriage itself.

+1 Torque Dork

INTERFACING - Due to a quite steep price tag it is very unusual to see one in police livery.

COUPRIS KINEEMA - Even at a standstill the uni-body Coupris Kineema looks sleek and dynamic. The cabin is tilted frontward to give it a more aggressive *hunched* look.

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Easy: Success] - Someone has waxed it recently.

"That machine really puts the 'loco' back in 'locomotion'!" (Point to the vehicle.) "Very cool."

"I don't like your machine, lieutenant. Looks impractical."

(Shrug.) "A motor carriage. One of many."

Actually motor carriages don't interest me. [Finish thought.]

+1 Torque Dork

KIM KITSURAGI - "Mhmh." The lieutenant smiles ever so slightly. "You want to take a closer look?"

"What's it packing there?" (Point to the engine.)

"What in there made the infernal whining sound that woke me?"

"A fine machine..." (Run your hand over the smooth metal surface.)

"Okay, let's move." [Leave.]

KIM KITSURAGI - "Hundred-and-thirty."

INTERFACING - I reckon that's a seven-litre V12 there.

"That's what..." (Rub your chin.) "... a seven-litre V12?"

(Let out a whistle.) "Momma's serving some serious macaroni."

"Oh, I thought it would make more."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Seven-point-two. Supercharged." The lieutenant is trying to suppress a smug smile. Unsuccessfully.

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - Saying these words brings him immense joy.

2. "What in there made the infernal whining sound that woke me?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "You mean the coil noise?"

"What is 'coil noise'?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "When variable current passes through wires that make up the coils on the electrical systems on this machine -- it causes vibration in the wires and the cores of the coils."

"When the frequency of the current in the coils falls within the audible range the resulting vibration creates the *whiny sound* you mentioned."

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT [Medium: Success] - What a binoclard!

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - Whatever you do, don't make fun of the lieutenant for explaining this to you.

"You are such a binoclard, Kim."

"Wow... how do you know all that?"

"Mhmh, that's exactly what I thought."

KIM KITSURAGI - "I have pretty much maintained my vehicles by myself ever since one was assigned to me. You inevitably pick up some knowledge on the way."

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - There's pride in there. A trained driver, *knows* his ride.

3. "A fine machine…" (Run your hand over the smooth metal surface.)

KIM KITSURAGI - "Yes." There's gentleness in the lieutenant's voice as his eyes run over the vehicle's contours. "An extraordinary machine."

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Easy: Success] - It's nice and all, but why so modest? Put some zing into it. Flare it up. Slam it down!

VISUAL CALCULUS [Medium: Success] - Helium headlights would improve the range and quality of the visual field a lot.

AUTHORITY [Easy: Success] - It's a bit *girly* right now. Fit it with some proper off-road components.

"You need to *slam* it, Kim. Make it more imposing."

"Ever thought about switching to helium headlights?"

"With a winch and mud tyres we could take it off the beaten path, Kim."

"Okay, enough about the details."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Sorry, I'm not following you?"

INTERFACING - Lingo it up.

"Drop the ride *two hundo mill*, get the camber to frosty-frosty minuses..."

"I'm not either. Don't know why I said that."

KIM KITSURAGI - "No, that's... *porno*-tuning."

HALF LIGHT [Medium: Success] - USE BIGGER WORDS!!!

"It needs a *MASSIVE* aero-kit and *GARGANTUAN* roof-mounted..."

"Trust me, it's cool."

"It's what?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "Porno. That's short for pornography."

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Medium: Success] - The sole purpose of 'pornography' is to stimulate one's visual sense to evoke sexual arousal -- the same is true with the modifications you're proposing.

"So? What's wrong with pornography?"

"Pornograpy is something completely different, Kim."

"Alright, I guess it did get a bit porny there."

KIM KITSURAGI - "That's a negative on the porno. Thank you, though."

VOLITION [Easy: Success] - No one in the history of convictions has been more sure of *anything*.

3. "With a winch and mud tyres we could take it off the beaten path, Kim."

KIM KITSURAGI - "We are not going to though, because this is clearly a *sports* motor carriage." Sounds like he has a strong concept of what this machine is.

2. "Ever thought about switching to helium headlights?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "Actually, I have a pair at home -- just haven't gotten around to fitting them yet. I need to lay some wiring for the ballasts first..."

"If we ever get this case solved, maybe we can do it together?"

"Sounds like a hassle, but good luck."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Maybe," he replies with an apologetic smile and nods. "Yes, definitely maybe."

RHETORIC [Medium: Success] - ... and means *no*.

Didn't *quite* know enough about the engine to convince him there, unfortunately.

4. "Okay, let's move." [Leave.]

🎵 Martinaise, Terminal B

CARGO CONTAINER DOOR - You're back before the cargo container. Its draw has not lessened since you were last here. If anything, it seems to have grown slightly.

3. [Rhetoric - Impossible 18] Persuade the door to open.

+1 Erratic, yet thorough. +1 Been in the world for two days. +1 Been in the world for many days. +1 One more door.

RHETORIC [Impossible: Success] - Aaaaand as it's always been -- it's impossible to open a container with rhetoric. Maybe you're losing your mind?

Knock on the door.

CARGO CONTAINER DOOR - No reply.

PERCEPTION (HEARING) [Medium: Success] - The knock produces a hollow ring of metal. Doesn't sound like there's anything inside the container.

2. Open the door.

CARGO CONTAINER DOOR - You attempt to turn the handle, to no avail. The doors seem to be mechanically locked.

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Trivial: Success] - To your left, the lieutenant considers your actions -- with some puzzlement.

4. Nothing more to do here for now. [Leave.]

None of that helped, but we're not necessarily done there.

🎵 Evrart's Theme

This is not a fishing rod, is it? It's...

REACTION SPEED - Is that an Insulindian phasmid? It looks like an Insulindian phasmid. Quick -- catch it before it scuttles away!

"Stop right there!"

Pirouette toward the phasmid.

Creep up to the phasmid quietly.

Wait a moment. Is that really the phasmid? You don't want to make a fool out of yourself.

FISHING ROD - Beautiful leap! But this isn't a phasmid in your hand -- it is a fishing rod.

EVRART CLAIRE - "What are you trying to accomplish, Harry?"

"Uh, it's a novel fishing method."

"Sorry, I thought the fishing rod was... something else."

"I was just trying to surprise you. To throw you off, you know."

EVRART CLAIRE - "Well, you certainly succeeded, Harry." He adjust himself in the chair. "You are a very surprising police officer indeed."

EVRART CLAIRE - "Mr. Du Bois, 'Every worker...'?" He leans toward you, waiting for your to complete his sentence.

"... a member of the board?"

"... is a living god!"

"... is an organ in the great state organism of war! Also, looks just like *me*."

"… for himself!"

EVRART CLAIRE - "That's right, Mr. Du Bois!" He nods in approval. "I see the socialist-democratic fervour now burns in your heart too. How can I help you today?"

"I'm looking for a cell of underground communists. Can you help me?"

"I opened the door you asked me. Can we discuss the murder now?"

"Let's talk about my lost gun."

"I did it, Evrart -- I made it even shadier."

"A few more things regarding Joyce..."

"What's in the container that's outside your office?"

"Evrart, I'm going to leave now, but we might talk again later." [Leave.]

EVRART CLAIRE - "Mr. Du Bois, really. Do I look like a man who has time for *underground* communists? I'm as aboveground as it gets!"

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - That's a non sequitur if you've ever heard one!

"Let's drop the funny stuff. I'm trying to make contact with my revolutionary brethren."

EVRART CLAIRE - "Sure thing, Harry. We're *all business* now. The answer is still 'no'. I'm a busy man, as you can see. I don't block off time on my schedule for 'underground' types..."

DRAMA [Medium: Success] - That note of contempt in his voice is sincere, sssire.

EVRART CLAIRE - "You've already spoken with Mañana, as I understand. I'm afraid I don't have anything else for you on *this subject*..."

RHETORIC - That's all you're going to get out of him, it appears.

EVRART CLAIRE - "Now, was there anything else you wished to discuss today?"

"I opened the door you asked me. Can we discuss the murder now?"

EVRART CLAIRE - "I'm very glad to hear that, Harry," he says with a smile. "One question: you didn't actually happen to stumble in and see what's inside the apartment, did you?"

Task complete: Open apartment door for Evrart

+70 XP

Level up!

DRAMA [Medium: Success] - He's trying to figure out if you're lying.

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - There is no way to sway this man in any direction. He is un-suggestable and un-swayable. Just tell the truth.

"I *may have* gone inside and seen a collection of racist mugs."

"I did go inside. Weasel had the flag of the Old Revachol on his wall."

"The deal wasn't for me to go inside, so I didn't."

EVRART CLAIRE - "Just as I thought. Culturally antiquated mug collection. What a weasel..." He shakes his head. "*Pissing* on Evrart's Rainbow Coalition."

DRAMA - He *was* testing you. And you succeeded.

EVRART CLAIRE - "Now let's get down to brass tacks. It's time for men like me and you to figure out who's killed who and why." He pretends to roll up his sleeves. "Real police work is gonna start happening now. I promise you, Harry, this is gonna be good."

"I've heard about a connection between the lynching and the strike. I'd like to hear what you know about it."

EVRART CLAIRE - "By now I'm *sure* you've figured out who the dead man was working for -- the bad guys. Wild Pines. Sent to scare us. Another *violent measure* of the top hats against us flat caps."

"I'm listening."

EVRART CLAIRE - "Harry, this strike is the culmination of many *many*, mistakes made by the Wild Pines Group. They tried to shut the strike down by sending in armed mercenaries."

KIM KITSURAGI - "You mean our victim?"

EVRART CLAIRE - He nods gravely. "A security contractor. Can you imagine that? Workers standing in peaceful protest -- united in the spirit of fellowship! -- and they send hired killers to *mow* us down with machine gun fire."

COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] - He performs a motion, as if spraying bullets from a machine gun.

EVRART CLAIRE - "I'm talking *beasts*, hardened killers from proxy wars in Yeesut, Semenine, Saramiriza -- you name it, they've done it. Raping, killing, burning villages -- killing little children for the Señorita Pineapple company, Harry..."

"Everything they did there, they brought over here. They want to turn Revachol into a Third World slum. Honestly, the only thing they didn't do, is kill the village elephant."

"Hold on, you have a village elephant?"

"Go on."

"I think I've heard enough."

EVRART CLAIRE - "No, Harry, the elephant is metaphorical and so is the village, but the mercs -- and their brutality -- are very real."

"Go on."

EVRART CLAIRE - "Now, I haven't *personally* witnessed the brutalities out there. I have the luxury of staying in my container, you see -- if I need to go somewhere, they just move my container." He laughs.

"Wait, they move the container?"

"Go on."

EVRART CLAIRE - "Yes! I'm an old man, Harry. My legs aren't what they used to be. They lift my office with that big crane. It's actually very fun, you should try it."

"But enough about me and my fun container." His face turns serious. "The killers the company hired… I think there were three of them. All hardened commando-types."

"One of them got downright suicidal. Getting drunk, violent, a little rapey..." He shakes his head. "Even their own negotiator couldn't control him. That's your boy, the one who likes *hanging out* and trees."

KIM KITSURAGI - "By *negotiator* you mean Joyce?"

EVRART CLAIRE - "Harry," he says, ignoring the lieutenant, "what you need to realize is -- we dockworkers are not pushovers."

"We got grit, Harry -- this whole neighbourhood does. Push us hard enough and we push back -- and when we do..." He raises his finger. "We push to kill."

"Wait, the whole *neighbourhood* is in on it?"

"Who exactly did the *pushing*?"

EVRART CLAIRE - "Potentially, Harry, potentially. We got arm wrestling champions, rowing club people, ex-coal miners -- tough guys, all ready to spring into action for their home base."

"Who exactly did the *pushing*?"

EVRART CLAIRE - "There's a militant wing inside the Union. A group of people whose duties don't involve manual labour, but peacekeeping in the neighbourhood. Making sure everything runs smoothly."

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - That sounds a bit like organized crime.

EVRART CLAIRE - "They're like you guys," he nods to you and the lieutenant. "Idealistic people who want to make sure bad things don't happen. And if they already have... well, punishment must follow."

LOGIC - Again: that sounds like organized crime.

KIM KITSURAGI - "So these *idealists* killed our victim?"

EVRART CLAIRE - "Mhmh. One day Titus Hardie -- leader of this peacekeeping faction -- comes up to me and says: 'Boss, socialist-democratic fervour drove us to take it upon ourselves to kill this beast that was burdening the land.'"

"He probably worded it differently, but that was the idea. Sure sounded to me like they killed him." He chuckles. "I gave them two weeks paid leave and told them to lay low to avoid retaliation."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Aren't you worried we might arrest them for this?"

EVRART CLAIRE - "Oh, I'm not *at all* worried about that. These are not the kind of men who get arrested. They're Martinaise boys, tough and gritty. I'd like to see the man who takes them in." He chuckles. "Besides I sent my lawyergirl to look after them."

EMPATHY [Challenging: Success]- Despite his boastful tone, he's having doubts about something -- but what?

Maybe he doesn't believe the boys *really* had it in them. They're his boys after all.

"I think you're sharing information with the police, because you don't think they *actually* did it."

"Okay. Another question."

EVRART CLAIRE - "That's very clever, Harry. Yes. They might have said it just to impress some girls or something." He rubs his chin. "But Titus has a bad temper, so the chances are 50-50."

+5 XP

DRAMA [Medium: Success] - He thinks it's closer to 60-40. 60 they didn't do it.

"I want to hear again about how the lynching and the strike are connected."

"There was a bullet in the hanged man's head."

"How do you know the mercenaries were hired by the shipping company?"

"You mentioned a *lawyergirl*?"

"Tell me about Titus Hardie and his crew."

"Good talk. Let's conclude for now."

EVRART CLAIRE - "So they shot him?" He sounds pleasantly surprised.

KIM KITSURAGI - "He was shot in the head *before* he was hanged."

EVRART CLAIRE - "How odd." The man shrugs. "I don't know what to say, lieutenant. They told me they hanged him. A hanged man is what I saw when I took a look into that yard..."

DRAMA [Medium: Success] - It's impossible to say if he's telling the truth, sire.

EVRART CLAIRE - "What I *do* know is -- the case is in safe hands. If anyone can get to the bottom of this shot-and-hanged-man, it's my two little policemen. Godspeed, policemen!"

3. "How do you know the mercenaries were hired by the shipping company?"

EVRART CLAIRE - "How do I know? Let me tell you about these people." He slams his fist on the desk. "That's their MO. It's what they do."

"Last winter some poor workers in Terminal E went on a little strike. The company sent in *Sediment* -- a security contractor. The strike was over the workers' right to wear protective footwear, Harry."

"These guys turn up and start beating people. Tell you what, Harry, I wouldn't be surprised if we got the same mercenary company -- after a little *rebranding*. And I'm sure as hell not surprised to see an army of scabs under my gates."

KIM KITSURAGI - "So you believe the scabs were organized by the security contractor?"

EVRART CLAIRE - "You said it. Hell..." The fist slams on the desk again. "... one of those guys looks big enough to take down that proverbial elephant! Boys like that don't just *happen* to show up during strikes."

"The name of the company is Krenel this time. It might have been Sediment before."

"Another question."

EVRART CLAIRE - "Of course, you're always one step ahead of me, Harry. I'm no genius. I'm in this position because people *like* me."

"The remaining mercenaries are organizing a tribunal to take on the Hardies."

"Let's change the subject."

EVRART CLAIRE - "Tribunal?" He appears aghast. "That sounds *serious* Harry. We Union men should be *shitting* ourselves..." He rubs his chin and smiles suddenly: "I wish you hadn't told me that. I'm gonna lose *sleep* over this. Let's change the subject."

EMPATHY [Trivial: Success] - He's clearly happy about the tribunal.

"You don't *seem* too worried about it."

"Okay. Yes."

EVRART CLAIRE - "Oh, Harry, what do I *really* think about the tribunal? You're trying to climb to second base with old Evrart before you've even courted him properly."

+5 XP

RHETORIC [Easy: Success] - He wants you to do more *things* for him before.

4. "You mentioned a *lawyergirl*?"

EVRART CLAIRE - "Oh, Liz is a bright one!" He grins broadly. "I paid for that law degree myself, thinking it'll probably turn her all fancy, but hell, Harry -- she came back a firebrand socialist! Sometimes she scares *me* with her zeal."

5. "Tell me about Titus Hardie and his crew."

EVRART CLAIRE - "Oh, they are simply fine young men -- all seven of them! Exemplary Union members. Always working to advance their position in the local socialist-democratic movement. Core members."

"Old Theo used to run them, but things really *kicked into gear* when Titus took the reins and named the group after himself." He starts laughing. "Gotta love his initiative."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Interesting. Who's second in command?"

EVRART CLAIRE - "They're almost all of them *great* guys, born leaders. Whatever happened, I'm sure they only had the best interests of Martinaise and Revachol in mind."

"Work with them -- hell, interview them! But don't fight them. They really are just like you -- men who like beer, women, and some *order* on the streets."

AUTHORITY [Medium: Success] - That's him *allowing* the police to ask his men questions.

LOGIC [Challenging: Success] - He's betting on them being useless to you.

6. "Evrart, I met these Hardies. Can you ask them to cooperate with me?"

EVRART CLAIRE - "But of course! It's the least I can do for my good friend, Harry. I'll do it right after we've concluded this talk."

+5 XP

AUTHORITY [Trivial: Success] - You can now go and tell Titus about this. See what he has to say.

EVRART CLAIRE - "Also, Harry, here's five reál." He holds out a banknote.

"Wait, why are you giving it to me?"

Take it.

"I don't need it, I only wanted you to help me with the Hardie boys."

EVRART CLAIRE - "I'm not giving you anything. I'm just holding out five reál."

VOLITION [Easy: Success] - Needless to say, this is another *move*. Don't take it.

We also just genuinely do not need more money. This will still make talking to the Hardies easier.

2. "I don't need it, I only wanted you to help me with the Hardie boys."

EVRART CLAIRE - "Oh, I wasn't offering it to you, just holding it out there." He pockets the bill. "But I am willing to share *information*. Was there anything else?"

+1 Honour +1 Reputation

7. "Good talk. Let's conclude for now."

EVRART CLAIRE - "*Was* it a good talk?" He leans back, suddenly worried. "I'm not sure we made much headway here. I was hoping we'd bust the case wide open, heck, I even wanted to tell you what I *really* want to achieve with the strike..."

"I don't know what happened, Harry. I wanted you to feel like Mr. Martinaise! And, of course -- I also wanted you to *find your gun*." Great sadness comes over him. "But... it's like I can't completely trust you. Yet."

"Yet?"

EVRART CLAIRE - "Yes, Harry. It's like I can't *fully* trust you if you're not a man of the left," he says, slowly shaking his head. "I *want* to, but I just can't..."

RHETORIC [Easy: Success] - A man of the left? So you have to be a social democrat?

EMPATHY [Trivial: Success] - He's been *hurt* too much in the past -- by men who aren't *social democrats*.

"I am not a 'man of the left'. I'm a patriot of Revachol."

"You're right not to trust me. I take care of *me*. I'm a hustler. I grind. I'm a money engineer."

"What's that supposed to mean?! I'm more left than *you* are."

"This is another corrupt scheme, isn't it? I'm neither left nor right. I do what my *heart* tells me to do."

+1 Communism

EVRART CLAIRE - "You're saying it, but I don't believe you. You know how it is -- company snitches, *agent provocateurs* everywhere... I'm barricaded in this fortress of mine, and I need to get a message out. Will you help me?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "And what would this entail?"

EVRART CLAIRE - "Once again I require nothing unethical or illegal of you. You just need to get two little signatures on this piece of paper." He pulls out an envelope. "And then mail it to my accountant in La Delta."

"Kim, what do you think of this?"

"What are the signatures for?"

"Fine, if I happen to be there, I can ask them." (Accept the task.)

"No, I'm not going to do this." (Reject the task.)

KIM KITSURAGI - "It depends. I don't think what we just got from Mr. Claire was very useful." He studies Evrart.

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Easy: Success] - But, he thinks, it's your call.

EVRART CLAIRE - "As I said, it weighs on me heavily..." He bows his head in shame, then looks up and smiles: "But once we get *really* talking... well, I'm gonna hand you the keys to Martinaise! And maybe even help you figure out who's behind this killing."

RHETORIC [Medium: Success] - He's saying as little as possible as vaguely as he can. Deliberately omitting things.

2. "What are the signatures for?"

EVRART CLAIRE - "I'm glad you asked, Harry -- the Union is going to build a modern youth centre in Martinaise!" He grins broadly. "It will be *righteous*. We're gonna get those teenagers off drugs -- and *on* roller skates!"

"There's a nameless little street on the coast with some old houses around it. Most people have already signed. I just need *two* more signatures to get this mission off the ground, Harry."

3. "You mean the fishing village?"

EVRART CLAIRE - "Yes, yes, the little cul-de-sac on the coast. Where all the men have drowned -- in either the sea or the bottle. A gloomy place, doesn't have that Union attitude."

4. "What will happen to the current occupants?"

EVRART CLAIRE - "They're just gonna have to deal with the construction noise for six months and then they'll be living like kings -- right next to a fancy new youth centre, designed by the best architects from Stella Maris."

RHETORIC [Medium: Success] - Is he absolutely sure the tenants won't be thrown out in the street?

"Are you 100% sure no one's going to end up homeless?"

"Sounds like everybody wins."

EVRART CLAIRE - "Am I...?" The big man shakes his head in disbelief. "Harry, these people... Martinaise is the most important thing in my life. I would never let anything bad happen to them."

"We're gonna build a youth centre there. The value of their properties goes up and kids have a place to play in. I'm looking out for these people, not pulling the rug from under them, Harry. I'm looking out for all of Martinaise, not just the harbour."

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - He means it.

5. "Fine, if I happen to be there, I can ask them." (Accept the task.)

I don't see any problems with this, and it's the only way to get a lead on our gun.

EVRART CLAIRE - "You bring joy to my heart, Harry -- such a pleasure to be working with you. Here..." He hands you an open white envelope.

Item gained: White Envelope

"You need to get signatures from Isobel Sadie and Lilienne Carter. The cul-de-sac is right past the pawnshop and across the canal. I heard there was some trouble with the water lock, but it should be fixed now."

"Once you have the signatures, mail this to 13022 La Rocca in La Delta. *Then* I'll know you're a solid socialist." He runs his fingers through his thin hair.

New task: Get two signatures for Evrart

2. "Let's talk about my lost gun."

EVRART CLAIRE - "Yes, yes, my best men are tracking it down. Some kids saw some other kids running away with it. Some folks said a paranoid schizophrenic might have it. Leads are being checked, Harry."

"What's that, Harry? You're getting a little pale. Is it the words *paranoid schizophrenic* and *lost gun* in one sentence? Don't worry, it's just a lead. It'll probably turn out to be nothing."

4. "I did it, Evrart -- I made it even shadier."

EVRART CLAIRE - "What?" The big man looks at you surprised.

"The brew! The shady, shady brew."

EVRART CLAIRE - "Oh, how could I forget your little side-project! Well done, Harry. Well done! Don't even tell me what it was. But good job! I love it when workers take the initiative like this."

+5 XP

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Medium: Success] - So do I. That's one tasty brew, you should drink some right now if you can!

4. "A few more things regarding Joyce..."

EVRART CLAIRE - "Great! You wanna bounce something off your old friend, Mr. Claire, right?" He seems genuinely pleased. "Well, let's hear it, Harry!"

Only one new dialogue option here...

2. "I told Joyce that I met you."

EVRART CLAIRE - "It's *perfectly* okay. Even if you've told her everything we've talked about, it's *absolutely* fine."

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - He seems happy about the prospect of you telling Joyce about your conversations.

"It sounds like you *want* me to tell her about our conversations."

"Okay, that's cool."

EVRART CLAIRE - "No, no, Harry. I'm perfectly neutral *and* one hundred percent for transparency. I know people say a lot of bad things about the Débardeurs Union, but we are actually," -- he squeaks his chair -- "squeaky clean."

+5 XP

EMPATHY - Yes, he really doesn't seem to mind.

KIM KITSURAGI - "Hmh..." The lieutenant seems incredulous.

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Easy: Success] - Sure, he thinks. It's about *transparency*.

7. "Okay, let's talk about something else." (Conclude.)

EVRART CLAIRE - "Absolutely, Harry! What's on your mind?"

"I mailed the signatures you asked me to get." (Lie.)

EVRART CLAIRE - "No, you didn't." He waves you off with a chuckle. "I know the mail-man, Harry. I know everyone and everything that happens in this town and I *know* there's no letter in that mailbox yet."

"Just like I *know* you'll get it done. Once you stop horsing around." He nods reassuringly. "Let me know when it's done."

5. "Evrart, I'm going to leave now, but we might talk again later." [Leave.]

EVRART CLAIRE - "See you soon, débardeur!" The big man raises his hand in farewell. "Just kidding. But not too much."

WHITE ENVELOPE

A white envelope with a stamp attached to the upper-right corner, handed to you by Evrart Claire. Inside are some legal documents with two names printed on them: Isobel Sadie and Lilienne Carter. Both signatures are required.

>INTERACT

WHITE ENVELOPE- You take the legal documents out of the envelope: a 12-40 month construction period and the zoning plan in the addendum.

Look at the zoning plan.

"Kim, what do you think of this?"

[Logic - Medium 11] Try to find a loophole in the deal.

Put the documents back in the envelope. [Leave.]

WHITE ENVELOPE- The youth centre cuts into the ocean like the bow of some great modern ship. Apparently it's going to cover most -- if not all -- of the street and the square between the existing houses. It's three storeys tall.

VISUAL CALCULUS [Medium: Success] - It's going to be awfully close to the already existing buildings. Almost wall to wall, practically integrating them into the youth centre.

INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - This is either an ominous or cool architectural choice -- hard to say.

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Medium: Success] - My money is on cool. Looks like a cubic pyrite.

2. "Kim, what do you think of this?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "I'm no property lawyer, but it looks fine," the lieutenant replies, flipping through the documents. "I like the print size. They're not selling or leasing anything. It's not a perfect solution, but..." He shrugs.

RHETORIC [Medium: Success] - ...how else are you going to build something? It's always inconvenient to build things, and citizens inevitably have disagreements over such construction projects, but there's no other way.

You know what, let's not stand right in front of Evrart while we do the next thing.

3. [Logic - Medium 11] Try to find a loophole in the deal.

+1 Centre's very dclose to houses. +1 Ominous shape. -1 Cool cubic pyrite.

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - There is no loophole. The simple truth is the current residents are going to lose their street access and for the next 12-40 months their lives will be dominated by constant construction noise right next door.

Wait, what are the ramifications of this?

"Look, Kim..." (Point to the photocopy.) "These people are going to have to move away. Can we do something about it?"

"The noise will be tough on the villagers, but I guess that's just the cost of progress."

LOGIC - Once the construction starts it'll probably take a few months -- a year maybe -- for even the most stubborn occupants to get tired of living like this. After that they'll sell their property for cheap and move out.

"Look, Kim..." (Point to the photocopy.) "These people are going to have to move away. Can we do something about it?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "I should have seen it." The lieutenant frowns as he reads over the document again.

"Evrart probably has eyes on us, but..." He pauses to think. "We could try to get other people to sign this instead of those listed. *Or* you could forge their signatures yourself. By the time he finds out, we'll already be gone."

Attempting to forge the signature has a -10 penalty, as Evrart's people could be watching us here. If we're going to attempt this, we'll need to do it somewhere else. Or Kim's other suggestion might be easier...

#disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #evrart claire #titus hardie #elizabeth beaufort

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silverstarsheep · 2 years

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What!! A big old Headcanon thing. All about Limbless dudes in Rayman!

Transcript:

The Limbless originated from the very Heart of the World itself, birthed from Polokus’ best dreams, and the core magic of the Glade. Only a few emerged from the Heart in the early ages, fueled by Silver Lums and good spirits.

Their magic rivaled that of the Nymphs, and through them, the Great Protoon was brought into existence; a physical extension of the Heart of the World that can be used as a means to protect the Glade. Any Limbless is able to tap into the power of the great Protoon without straining themselves, however they are not immune to any side-effects that its magic may have on their bodies–in fact they are highly susceptible to it.

The Nymphs are incapable of using it on their own, and are locked out of the Protoon’s powers. The only others known to be able to tap into it, although with some difficulty, are the Teensies, who are the children of Polokus and the Poet. Both the Teensies and the Limbless would guard the Heart of the World and Protoon together… However these days, only the Teensies remain…

The anatomy of the Limbless is strange, and is a complete mystery to everyone in the Glade, including themselves. Their bodies simply work, so they don’t take the time to worry about how their food gets into their stomachs! The best comparison to be made with Limbless anatomy is to that of an Electoon’s. Even that isn’t understood…

Although they lack reproductive organs, the Limbless found no trouble at all in propagating the land. A non-related pair can mix their magic together to create another Limbless. As these children are a byproduct of the power of two people passing their magic on, each generation is slightly weaker compared to the last. Despite the weaker magic, they can still tap into the power of the Great Protoon, as well as the Heart of the World. With Silver Lums, they are able to become more powerful on the whole.

They require magic in order to survive, otherwise their bodies would not be able to hold themselves together. The stronger a Limbless’ magic is, the further apart their body parts can move from their head before they strain themselves or fall apart. The very first Limbless birthed from the Heart of the World was reportedly able to stretch his hands a mile away from his body.

Their magic is highly curious and strong, and has been studied by many scholars. Only one outside of the race has managed to more or less “master” this magic and survive, and that is Betilla the Fairy. As a result, she shares many traits with the Limbless, and is the only Nymph like that. Despite her best efforts, however, she is not able to use the Protoon on her own.

Due to their connection to the Heart of the World, the Limbless are severely weakened whenever it is damaged, and vice versa. Their magic was coveted by many, and considered a threat by anyone bold enough to try and attack the Glade. Targeting them was also a good way to weaken the Heart of the World to create chaos across the Glade.

Jano, the first Nightmare, was keen on targeting these powerful, but carefree individuals, fearing their magic most of all. He managed to wipe most of them out, leaving only a small handful left by the end of his tirade. The Heart of the World had to go into intensive care by the Teensies when Jano was defeated. This very weakening made it possible for Razorbeard’s pirates to shatter it later.

In hopes to defeat Jano, and keep the Glade safe, the Nymphs and Teensies gathered at the Heart of the World with as many Silver Lums they could find, and prayed for a new hero. The result of this was Rayman, the first Limbless to come directly from the Heart of the World in Generations, and the very last, at that.

#Sheep of the Epic Boat #Rayman #Dark Magician AU #Sheep OC

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D.U.D.E Bios: Marion Kay

Damien's First Queen Marion Kay (2020)

The mother of Viola and the first of Damian's wives. Marion used to think that she and Damian would be married until death did them part. Divorce, however, came sooner than she thought when Damian dropped her for his newest fling and Marion's eventual best friend, Linda May. Marion focused on being the best mother to her young daughter and tried her hardest to move on and live a normal life without the support of a husband, and she's done quite well for herself... or so she says.

"Ah yes, your father, The Henry the eighth of wrestling."

Name

Full Legal Name: Marion Ophelia Kay

First Name: Marion

Meaning: Mediaeval diminutive of 'Marie' which itself is the French and Czech form of 'Maria', which is the Latin form of 'Mary'. The meaning is not known for certain, but there are several theories including 'sea of bitterness', 'rebelliousness', and 'wished for child'. However it was most likely originally an Egyptian name, perhaps derived in part from 'Mry' 'Beloved' or 'Mr' 'Love'

Pronunciation: MAR-ee-on

Origin: French, English

Middle Name: Ophelia

Meaning: Derived from Greek 'Opheleia' meaning 'Help, advantage'

Pronunciation: o-FEEL-ee-a

Origin: English, Literature, Ancient Greek

Surname: Kay

Meaning: Derived from Old French 'Kay' meaning 'Wharf, quay'

Pronunciation: KAY

Origin: English

Alias(es): Alexandre Abney, Rachel Yates, Isobel Keen, Ophelia Abel, Nona Young

Reason: Pen-names

Nicknames: Marie, Maria, Mary, Mari, Ma

Titles: Miss, Ma'am

Characteristics

Age: 62

Gender: Female. She/Her pronouns

Race: Human

Nationality: English

Ethnicity: White

Birth Date: August 7th 1958

Symbols: Wine glasses

Sexuality: Straight

Religion: Christian

Native Language: English

Spoken Languages: English, French

Relationship Status: Divorced, Dating

Astrological Sign: Leo

Theme Song (Ringtone on Damian & Vi's Phones): Damian: 'Bitch Came Back' - Theory of a Deadman | Vi: 'Kryptonite' - 3 Doors Down

Voice Actor: Jennifer Saunders

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Bracknell, Berkshire, England

Current Location: Bracknell, Berkshire, England

Hometown: Bracknell, Berkshire, England

Appearance

Height: 5'6" / 167 cm

Weight: 150 lbs / 68 kg

Eye Colour: Brown

Hair Colour: Brown

Hair Dye: None

Body Hair: N/A

Facial Hair: N/A

Tattoos: None

Piercings: Ear Lobe (both)

Scars: None

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Alcoholic, Non-Smoker, Doesn't use drugs.

Illnesses/Disorders: None

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: Vegetarian

Relationships

Allies: N/A

Enemies: N/A

Friends: Linda May

Colleagues: N/A

Rivals: N/A

Closest Confidant: Linda May

Mentor: N/A

Significant Other: Barnabas Bush (63, Boyfriend)

Previous Partners: Damian Lum (61, Ex-Husband)

Parents: Prosper Kay (82, Father), Lorelei Kay (83, Mother, Née Rey)

Parents-In-Law: N/A

Siblings: Katherine Ball (59, Sister, Née Kay), Jasmine Barr (56, Sister, Née Kay), Rosamund Beck (53, Sister, Née Kay)

Siblings-In-Law: Odin Ball (60, Katherine's Husband), Neville Barr (57, Jasmine's Husband), Irving Beck (54, Rosamund's Husband)

Nieces & Nephews: Hector Ball (39, Nephew), Sophia Ball (40, Hector's Wife, Née Bird), Cassandra Bell (36, Niece, Née Ball), Troy Bell (37, Cassandra's Husband), Gareth Ball (33, Nephew), Rhiannon Ball (34, Gareth's Wife, Née Blue), Bridget Best (30, Niece, Née Ball), Phoenix Best (31, Bridget's Husband), Finn Ball (27, Nephew), Athena Ball (24, Niece), Ethan Ball (21, Nephew), Victoria Ball (18, Niece), Damon Ball (15, Nephew), Olive Bond (36, Niece, Née Barr), Vere Bond (37, Olive's Husband), Nelson Barr (33, Nephew), Tansy Barr (34, Nelson's Wife, Née Bone), Magnolia Boon (30, Niece, Née Barr), Scout Boon (31, Magnolia Husband), Lambert Barr (27, Nephew), Zara Barr (24, Niece), Xavier Barr (21, Nephew), Yasmine Barr (18, Niece), Warren Barr (15, Nephew), Kimberlyn Bray (33, Niece, Née Beck), Daniel Bray (34, Kimberlyn's Husband), John Beck (30, Nephew), Carmel Beck (31, John's Wife, Née Bull), Indigo Beck (27, Niece), Honor Beck (24, Nephew), Gloriana Beck (21, Niece), Fortune Beck (18, Nephew), Esther Beck (15, Niece)

Children: Viola Nye (41, Daughter, Née Lum), Astor Bush-Kay (38, Son), Zoe Case (35, Daughter, Née Bush-Kay), York Bush-Kay (32, Son), Xanthia Bush-Kay (29, Daughter), Wystan Bush-Kay (26, Son), Vivian Bush-Kay (23, Daughter), Ulric Bush-Kay (20, Son), Twila Bush-Kay (17, Daughter)

Children-In-Law: Quentin Nye (42, Viola's Husband), Symphony Bush-Kay (39, Astor's Wife, Née Clay), Ryland Case (36, Zoe's Husband), Primrose Bush-Kay (33, York's Wife, Née Cobb)

Grandkids: Adam Nye (21, Grandson), Paulette Nye (18, Granddaughter), Benjamin Nye (15, Grandson), Olivia Nye (12, Granddaughter), Charles Nye (9, Grandson), Orinda Bush-Kay (18, Granddaughter), Noble Bush-Kay (15, Grandson), Montana Bush-Kay (12, Granddaughter), Lyric Bush-Kay (9, Grandson), Kyrie Case (15, Granddaughter), Justice Case (12, Grandson), Ivy Case (9, Granddaughter), Huxley Bush-Kay (12, Grandson), Gray Bush-Kay (9, Granddaughter)

Great Grandkids: None

Wrestling

Billed From: N/A

Trainer: N/A

Managers: N/A

Wrestlers Managed: N/A

Debut: N/A

Debut Match: N/A

Retired: N/A

Retirement Match: N/A

Wrestling Style: N/A

Stables: N/A

Teams: N/A

Regular Moves: N/A

Finishers: N/A

Refers To Fans As: N/A

Extras

Backstory: Marion married Damian when she was young and had Viola before the divorce. She became a writer after leaving Damian and now lives with her boyfriend whilst continuing her writing career.

Trivia: None of note

#D.U.D.E #original character #Lum #Kay #Family. Not a Wrestler

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twcheaded-a · 1 year

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JEAN POKEVERSE HEADCANONS

Jean is a police lieutenant and detective working alongside the international police. Locally (Kalos), he is mostly involved with management and public relations. He lives in an apartment in Lumiose City. It is during/after the events of X and Y that he becomes more heavily affiliated with Interpol.

His team is based on utility versus offense/competitive battling. He relies on a few hard-hitting moves to get by.

He has two other pokemon outside his primary team: A Mudsdale, from his time as an equestrian cop. She barely accompanies him in his team anymore, but she's still very well taken care of. And a Purgly named Reginald, he's been with Jean since he was a Glameow/kitten.

TEAM BREAKDOWN

Rainier (Stoutland) Item: Chople Berry Ability: Intimidate Nature: Serious Moveset: Odor Sleuth, Protect, Helping Hand, Last Resort

Estelle (Jolteon) Item: X Speed Ability: Quick Feet Nature: Hasty Moveset: Agility, Thunderwave, Zap Cannon, Dig

Maxim/Max (Lucario) Item: Micle Berry OR Sitrus Berry Ability: Inner Focus Nature: Adamant Moveset: Hone Claws, Extreme Speed, Low Kick, High Jump Kick

Chloe (Audino) Item: Oran Berry OR Lum Berry OR Leftovers Ability: Klutz Nature: Impish Moveset: Heal Pulse, Knock Off, Retaliate, Safeguard

Reed (Chatot) Item: Sky Plate Ability: Keen Eye Nature: Jolly Moveset: Chatter, Tailwind, Mimic, Aerial Ace

Pierre (Mr. Mime) Item: Mind Plate Ability: Technician Nature: Careful Moveset: Light Screen, Hypnosis, Fake Out, Drain Punch

#jean. in dog years i'm dead #jean headcanons.#verse. où va le monde

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Anemone felt blood pool and spark in her mouth and the Array writhed under her hands.

She was not disabling it. She was killing those motherfuckers even as it tore her apart.

(There was screaming as colors warped)

(It might have been her screaming)

But she was a child first, with a long, loud laugh and play in her heart.

She was a space kid, then a colony kid, and it was wonderful.

(Childhoods are so, so short)

The colony felt tense after Tammy's death, but while Anemone did not forget, she moved on...or tried to. The adults said it was an accident - and it was - and there were things to do.

She played in the dirt and with gravity and began watching the wall like her awesome brother Kom.

(She did not see what was coming, even as the other kids begin to see pieces click together)

The first raid of the farm during the Glow was violent.

A field was torn to shreds and Cal and another farmer salted the earth with their blood.

Anemone felt the unease, but she was confident it would not happen again when Rhett showed the watchers guns and taught those like her brother had to use them.

Kom could never fail her.

(Dys disappears into the wilderness after screaming at Sol that Sym needed them)

(Anemone never solved that mystery)

A famine comes and the Glow gets more violent.

(Adults fall, and die, brutally or quietly and Anemone clings harder to her brother)

And Kom...does fail her.

The battered colony is battered again on Glow night by a monster of monsters.

The creche is destroyed, the engine is damaged.

Governor Eudicot is dead.

Sol is dead, following their mother from famine.

Kom is broken against broken walls and he cannot hear Anemone scream.

(She never stops screaming on the inside, even when the tears stop)

Anemone shapes herself into something hard and sharp and full of bite when Helios lands and brings their heels onto Stratos' neck.

Anemone falls into line because they'll help her kill Kom's killer. The planet, all of Vertunna, Anemone is ready to bathe and drown in blood.

She sneers at the lighthearted dogboy and the frivolous Marz becoming sharper and glinted and just more as they grow older - Anemone misses the tightening of words, the shifted glances at Lum and his soldiers because they include her.

She is Helios reborn under the detested sun.

Anemone is shaken when Lum is trying to show off with bombs and guns and Rhett is furious and for damn good reason because there was a stray and -

Anemone's ears ring

and ring

and -

there's screaming again.

(The screaming is the beginning, the now, and the ending)

Anemone picks up patches of herself and hauls off.

Vace had been hunting something in the swamp and Anemone hunts in his lost shadow.

It is silent when it is just her bloodied boots in murky water.

She hunts and she hunts and she hunts until the largest collective of minds and sentience she could ever behold is within her grasp.

They die bleeding and screaming together.

(And then she is born, bright eyed and keening)

(She is loved so very very much)

crossposted to ao3 and pillowfort

#i was a teenage exocolonist #iwatex #fanfiction #my fanfiction #death cw #violence cw #anemone (iwatex)

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muznew · 9 months

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Dance Brandneu by Felix Jaehn, KIDDO

DATE CREATED: 2023-08-01 Tracklist : Alcohol - Lufthaus .mp3 All Night Long - Phil The Beat .mp3 Best Of Me - Lucas & Steve, Philip Strand .mp3 Better As Friends - Open Beatz Anthem 2023 - LIZOT, HOURS, Gigo'n'Migo .mp3 Blizzard - DJ Gollum, Empyre One, Paul Keen .mp3 Boyz In Paris (with VINAI) - Marnik, Naeleck, VINAI .mp3 BRING IT ON - Tones And I, BIA, Diarra Sylla, FIFA Sound .mp3 Burn (feat. Séb Mont) - LUM!X, Séb Mont .mp3 Burn Together - Memento Mori, SHIA .mp3 Call Your Name - Alesso, John Newman .mp3 Cascabel (feat. Alé Kumá, G4bba) - Deorro, Stafford Brothers, Alé Kumá, G4BBA .mp3 Could've Been Love - NERVO, Holly Ellison .mp3 daydream - rayn, Thunder .mp3 Desire (with Sam Smith) - Calvin Harris, Sam Smith .mp3 Don't Feel Single Yet - Luca Schreiner .mp3 Down The River (feat. Travie's Nightmare) - Mike Williams, The Him, Travie's Nightmare .mp3 Endless Summer - BYOR Remix - Alan Walker, Zak Abel, BYOR .mp3 Feel It - Club Edit - Jazzy .mp3 For Read the full article

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djmusicbest · 9 months

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Dance Brandneu by Felix Jaehn, KIDDO

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horoyois · 4 years

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the heavy-handed husband | knj

pairing: reader x namjoon

word count: 883

genre: fluff

summary: you have to explain to your husband how things work in his own house. part of a series of quarantine events.

a/n: this is the official opening for quarantine week with lum! seven days, seven drabbles (hopefully hehe), seven sweet boys. there’s a Friend’s reference in this one, i think is pretty obvious, but jic you fint that dialogue weird. as always, thank you so much for reading and please don’t be a silent reader!

“Baby, where do we have the spray thingy we normally use to clean the bathtub?”

You sigh. It’s the eleventh time your husband asks something alike in the last thirty minutes. This is getting annoying for several reasons now. For starters, with we he means you, because he doesn’t normally do chores. Main reason of why he’s absolutely clueless right now.

Quarantine has been wonderful… marriage-wise. You’ve spent a lot of time with Namjoon, time you normally lack. You’re finally done with that Netflix show you two have been trying to finish since last year. You two have been planting and gardening together to help you connect with nature. You’ve spent an entire day cuddling in bed, although Namjoon was not especially keen on that. Your quarantine checklist has been getting shorter as days pass, and you have been dreading this day since you two decided how to manage your locked up days.

When Namjoon proposed confidently that you should “totally do a spring-cleaning together” you knew this would happen. You don’t blame him at all, he’s a busy man and your job gives you freedom enough to take charge of the house and all that it involves. And you don’t mind, really, because you are all for that homey shit. Yes you do the cooking, yes you do the cleaning.

What really gets into your nerves, though, is absolute negligence. And that’s the only thing your husband has been portraying since he burnt the toast and the toaster this morning. You’ve been explaining thoroughly how do you usually clean the house, and not only has he retained an entire 1% of the information you gave him, but he’s also doing whatever the fuck he wants with your cleaning products. And you can’t have that. Not on this household.

“You mean the bathtub cleaner?” You’re being mean and he notices. He exists the bathroom, glasses sliding slightly down his nose, sweatshirt sleeves rolled up and shorts letting his thighs all out. Why does this motherfucker have to be so sexy and so annoying at the same time? And you married him. He looks surprised and you get even more annoyed because he shouldn’t be this cute while I’m angry at him. “It’s right where I told you yesterday that we have all the cleaning supplies? What are you using it for?”

“I was gonna use it for the sink since you told me that-”

“I told you that it is specifically for the shower, Namjoon. Not the sink, not the toilet. The shower and the bathtub only.”

He furrows his brows and looks at you, “Why are you being so bitchy, don’t do that,” He runs to you with the used cloth on his hand, droplets of dirty water finding their way to your newly-cleaned parquet floor. His long arms round your waist, pulling you closer, and he kisses your hair gently, “See? We’re bonding.”

You have decided to commit murder.

“Listen, Joonie,” You’re pushing him gently to get him off you. This way you can look him directly into the eyes and let him see that you’re not that mad, just a little bit annoyed. You wish he’d appreciate your effort to sound soft. You should really work better on that, though. “I love you with all my heart, but your big clumsy ass is getting on my big neat freak ass’ way.” He stifles a laugh with the back of his hand. “I don’t mind explaining you how do we do things around here at all, but please, no free will on my cleaning routine. I don’t like things clean, I like them Monica clean, and I know you get what I mean. So now sit your juicy ass down and watch me clean, I’m pretty sure I look sexy while I’m at it, and maybe later we can water plants together between tender kisses and actually bond without exalting my murderous instincts.”

He opens his eyes widely at your discourse, and decides to protect his marriage (and life) by doing as you say and sitting down on the sofa. He watches as you bee line around the house with a thousand and thirty different products, one for each corner and some. He observes amusedly and waits until you’re done. You plop yourself down right beside him and make grabby hands at him, making him laugh softly at you as he sits down a bit to let you cuddle into his chest.

“I almost died, right?”

“Absolutely.” His laugh is a little bit rougher now, as if he can’t believe how much of a freak you actually are. You hit his shoulder playfully. “Don’t laugh, murdering you would be a pain in the ass, cleaning blood stains from the rug and all.”

He snorts. After a bit more of playful banter, you both fall on a comfortable silence, exhaustion weighting on you both as you sigh softly and kiss his jaw.

“Hey,” he says in a whisper so quietly that almost gets lost in between deep breaths, “Thank you for doing this every time for us. It’s nice, you know, seeing how you work so hard to make this house feel more like a home.”

You smile sweetly and sit down a bit so you can kiss his lips.

“My pleasure, Joon”.

#kim namjoon #bts #namjoon x reader #rm #namjoon imagines #bts imagines #namjoon fluff #namjoon drabble #f: asoqe #mine

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woodsofblight · 4 years

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How about RayLy? It's a classic~.

((excellent choice!))

The sounds of merriment, laughter and music echoed all across the pond surrounding the Fairy Council. The structure itself was no less festive than the people frolicking around it, bathing in multitudes of lights, Lums and lamps alike. Cheer was not unfamiliar around these hallowed grounds, but some nights allowed for more than others.

This eve was one of those. Fairies, Teensies, Glutes and all other manner of creatures gathered around, old friends, families and acquaintances greeting each other. All of them anxious for night to fall and the moons to appear. A simple, recurring, yet no less welcomed celebration, granting some respite to a world often thrown off-balance.

This same respite carried over to the pair sitting on one of the small islands surrounding the Council. They sat by the edge and gazed up at the Moons as they continued their eternal journey towards each other. The celebration followed along with their journey, although the gradual increase in volume hardly fazed either of its spectators. Even the tray of snacks behind them had barely been touched.

“Are you sure Globox will be alright?” Ly asked, glancing at her partner in stargazing. “He was looking at those plum jugs in a pretty suspicious way.”

“I don’t think we’ll need to worry about him.” Rayman said, smiling. “Last I saw he was busy asking Uglette up for a dance, so they’re probably too busy tearing up the place.”

Ly chuckled, remembering the few occasions she’d seen them dance. While the two were mostly known for their jolly waddling through life, dancing was a different matter entirely. All of a sudden, no fundamental force, gravity or any such trifling matter would stop them from having a fun time, always drawing confusion from those who didn’t know them very well and loud cheering from everyone else.

Once her laughter abated, she spoke up again, “Thanks for joining me out here.”

“Don’t mention it. It’s getting a bit too cramped in there anyway.” he shrugged.

She smiled, knowing that was just an excuse, at best. The limbless had always been a fairly social figure, easily winning the favor of any crowd within minutes. And that was without counting for the fact that virtually everyone around the Glade knew his name. Those from outside the Glade may not have always known his name, but were aware of his deeds at least.

“You’ve got that look on your face again.”

She flinched, the twitch of her ears making it impossible to hide that she had briefly zoned out. Naturally, she would try to do so anyway.

“What look?” she asked.

“You know the one.” he said, grinning.

“Don’t be coy with me, Rayman.” she raised a brow, trying very hard not to smile.

“Alright.” he said. “You see, I’m very good at observing. And so, there’s a couple of basic ‘Ly-expressions’ I’ve learned over the years.”

Even before he finished the sentence, the fairy was contemplating on whether to hear him out, or deliver a preemptive slap. The fact that she hadn’t already was his signal to continue.

“There’s the ‘Stop bothering me, I’m studying’ face-” he leaned into his palms a bit, pretending his fingers were lines upon lines in a particularly elaborate book. “-which is usually pretty hard to observe.”

With still no immediate retaliation in sight, he quickly continued.

“-the ‘You have one minute to ask me to dance, otherwise I’ll drag you off myself’-”

He proceeded to present a grin with positively feline mischievousness, complete with him portraying her ears with his hands. It was an expression she’d only shown once and had been relentlessly teased about ever since.

“You never complained.” she said under her breath, just about ready to give up on hiding her smile.

“And the 'I’ve got too much on my mind, but I don’t want to burden you with any of it’.” he looked away towards the Moons with an exaggerated, forlorn look.

A bit of red rose into her cheeks over how embarrassingly close he was, even for such a lighthearted rib.

“And which look did I have just now?” she asked, raising a brow.

“Well, you haven’t got a book with you.” he mused. “And we’re not dancing, so that leaves only one option.”

She groaned and poked him in the side. “You’re far too cheeky for your own good.”

“Guilty as charged.” the limbless chuckled. Nevertheless, he scooted a little closer, dropping the coy grin for just a friendly smile. “So, what’s eating you?”

“I was talking with Betilla, before everyone arrived.” she said. There really was really no point to try and pretend like he was wrong. “She said Edith wants to take me under her wings, for a while.”

“Isn’t that great though?” he asked. “You won’t find better teachers anywhere. It’s what you always wanted.”

“I know. But this wouldn’t be a brief visit.” she sighed. “I’d have to be her live-in student. Apprentice even, I’m not sure. But I’d be gone for a few years, possibly even more.”

Rayman tilted his head. “That’s what you’re worried about? That we’d forget you, or something?”

“I would certainly hope not!” she protested in mock-offense. “But still, we’re talking years here, Rayman. I like it here, I like being in the Glade, with everyone.”

“Are you scared of leaving?”

“I’m scared of not coming back.” she said. “Whether it’s for a good or bad reason.”

“There’s nothing bad enough that we wouldn’t welcome you back. You know that.”

She looked at him with a faint, sad smile, and he knew not to press any further. There were things the fairy always found difficult to discuss, even at the best of times. Things she had seen, done or could not do. Rayman knew the faint memory of fire and metal in her eyes well.

He didn’t like avoiding it, his nature rebelled against allowing his friend to suffer for something he believed had little to do with her. But it was a discussion for another time, another day. It was unseemly to drag a dark cloud into pleasant occasion.

“Must you go then?” he asked, redirecting the conversation.

“The nymphs put a lot of work into teaching me. It would be disrespectful of me to back out now.”

“That’s not an answer.” he scowled slightly.

“But it’s the truth.” she sighed. “And it’s something I worked my whole life for. I’m just… not keen on spending too much time away…”

There was something left hanging from her words, but there was little need to say it out loud.

“And I’d prefer if you didn’t see a wrinkly old fairy, the next time we meet.” she tried to joke, just as he always would. It only helped her remember how difficult it must be for him to keep it up.

“I think Betilla would take offense to that.” Rayman played along all the same, cracking a smile. “And who knows, maybe I’ll also be tall and-”

The fairy couldn’t hold back an amused snort. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” she apologized, the incredulous look on his face making it very difficult for her to be sincere. “It’s just really hard to imagine you getting taller.”

“Just you wait.” he scoffed. “You’ll need a chair just to look me in the eyes!”

They both ended up laughing, sharing increasingly more absurd height levels he would undoubtedly reach. It was a pleasant distraction from any heavier thoughts. By the time they ran out of ideas, the Moons were just about the cross into each other. The festivities had died down somewhat, as many have chosen to sit by and await the celestial event in awe, or just to relax after partaking in the Council’s hospitality.

“I’m not going anywhere, Ly.” Rayman spoke up again after some time, still smiling. “At least, not anywhere you can’t find me. Even if it’ll take a little longer for us to see each other.”

Ly giggled briefly and pulled him closer, running her fingers through his rowdy tufts of hair.

“How do you do it? How do you never worry about anything?”

“Of course I worry.” he snuggled up to her now, resting his head against her arm. “It’s why I asked in the first place.”

Ly smiled and continued to ruffle his hair, lacing the soft touch with an affectionate appreciation for his concern. When she looked in his eyes, it was like gazing into a clear pond. He had always been like this, for as long as she could remember.

A trusted friend through everything and a piercing light to cut through any nightmare, whether they rampaged on the surface, or in one’s mind. Often brash, sometimes downright infuriating in his free-spirited disregard for consequences, always more keen to follow whatever duties he chose to hold close to his heart, rather than anything on paper.

It was a trait that has not changed in years and showed no sign that it would. Perhaps one that she could also embrace, in time.

As the Moons finally joined in the night sky, so did their hands clasp together under their light. Celestial and mortal, all so alike. Sometimes together and sometimes apart, but always compelled to meet again by the guidance of the stars.

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keen-umbreon · 1 year

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I asked my officer about Alum when he came in to ask me questions about Lum and the goop. He handcuffed me to my chair and Interpol came in.

Apparently Alum was arrested during my trial when he tried to rescue me, escaped police custody a few years back, and was leading a Team Neo Plasma cell that started calling themselves Team Phase.

Interpol had some psychics try to interrogate Lum, and everytime they mentioned Alum, Plasma, Phase or showed or talked about the footage or anything related, Lum just shut down and either panicked or went catatonic. The poor Leafeon is traumatized.

And Alum’s been completely missing since a few days ago, where he released a transmission to Interpol. I’m not allowed to see the transmission but they did let me see some pictures. And I am legally allowed to upload these ones.

Alum - He was in a lab, threatening humanity with something, and he did something with a big crystal and a pond and a laser and then a blinding multicolored light and sounds happened. Most of the footage was corrupted by it, apparently. I think Interpol is keeping details of whatever he did from me so I won’t try to join him or something. I'm also extremely hazy on the details, I'm sleep deprived and my hands still are tingley from the goop and Interpol I think is being purposefully confusing with those details that they have given me.

this is what footage they were able to recover from the cameras, of the light

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Interpol managed to track down the lab location and apparently it - the entire area just broke. All of it was just. Just grass and rock walls in the shape of a building, and the area doesn’t even look real anymore. With a lot of nonnative Pokémon in the area that ran away or tried to fight Interpol anytime they got near. Interpol said the area was “dimensionally destabilized”. The longer the Interpol agents were there, the more the plants and trees started to move around them. And the less and less the actual buildings existed.

Interpol said that when the buildings had finally disappeared, the area was completely changed. In front of Interpol was this doorway like branch arch.

When they went inside it, the world around them changed into a maze with a lot of pokemon that would fight them or just up and run away from them. Aggressive, more so than normal, or extremely timid, again more so than usual. almost like the pokemon that we'd rescue from abusive trainers when we were in plasma.

At the end was this weird glowing pond. The colors constantly shift, and the layout of the trees and plants change. Interpol said the pond seems to be a focus point for the destabilization, allowing it to exist in our reality and it’s own without harming either. The closer the agents got to the pond the brighter it glowed.

the goop from lum looks exactly like the pond goop

When they turned to leave the way they came, they were somehow teleported to the outside of the branch arch doorway thing instead of back in the maze.

With all of the Pokemon in it, I think that they might be from Alum. I hope they aren't from Alum. If he experimented on any of those Pokémon, then I am going to find him and punch him myself. If Alum hurt Lum, then I am going to find them even if he’s dead or in some sort of freaky dimension rift bouffalant dung and hurt him like we used to do in Plasma to mill breeders.

Whatever Interpol needs to find him, I’ll do. I need Alum. And if he hurt even a single Pokémon to do whatever things he did, then I will drag him to the Distortion World with me.

#pkmn oc #real pkmn #pkmn rp #pkmn irl #pokereality #pokeblr #pokeblogging #pokemon rp #pokemon irl #real pokemon #unreality #pokeblog rp #keen-umbreon #keen alum #team phase #keen lum #high stakes pokereality #high stakes pokeblogging

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hotwaterandmilk · 4 years

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Small doujinshi delivery today, just a few bargains I picked up, nothing I was majorly holding out for. Spoils include;

Anime Mi You! by Various: This is a rough sketch book by a variety of up-and-coming animators and artists, showcasing some of their favourite anime series so there’s a huge variety in terms of content (think Gundam 0080 through to Ashita no Nadja). Quality varies considerably between artists, which you kind of expect from a book like this -- fun but nothing special.

Black File by Komori Takahiro: I actually can’t stand Darker Than Black as a series, but it had a couple of OK characters and moments. I mainly got this because it was on sale and I quite like a lot of Komori’s earlier works. It is a bit disappointing how some of the nicer images are spread partially over two pages for no real reason, but overall it’s fine. Probably more worthwhile if you’re mad keen on the series.

Ishino Satoshi Gashuu Vol. 1 by Ishino Satoshi: This pocket-sized book contains a variety of Ishino’s watercolour sketches that he posts fairly regularly on Twitter. Most of these are from 2-3 years ago and a significant portion of the art is from Tokyo Mew Mew though as that series isn’t one of my favourites I was motivated to purchase the book more for his art of 80s anime heroines like Lum and Magical Emi. An absolutely gorgeous little book though, full colour and very pretty -- would recommend if you like the artist or the included series.

That’s it for now. Just a heads up that someone thought it would be nice to hack my Mediafire account so don’t use those links until I get things sorted - apologies, not sure why anyone would bother with that account...

#personal #my photo #photo #merch #merchandise #that mediafire thing is annoying #i don't have it all backed up either #so idk what i'll do #sorry guys #stuff i've bought

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astral-shiro · 5 years

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Match Made of Immortals

I’m absolutely LOVING the content of Yuta and Mana lately, y’all are giving me life

Anyway, @danaty-consolation ‘s post here inspired me to write something, so let me gift y’all with a little bit of Kagome’s favorite pastime: matchmaking. Also featuring Yuta and Mana being casually affectionate because I thrive on that

Setting: Rumic World - Mermaid Hunters AU Words: 1,071 Rating: E

Kagome was not ashamed to admit that she loved matchmaking almost more than anything else in her free time, and in all her years of friends together she had never met a pair of more perfect matchmaking candidates than Yuta and Mana. She was amazed that she even had anything left to do with the two of them because things were laid out so neatly already.

For starters, they had known each other for years already and had established a bond deep enough to allow them to communicate silently; Kagome had seen them exchange a single look and then turn to the group and make a joint decision multiple times. Their familiarity with each other also made for very casual spoken interaction with each other, though that could also be attributed to Mana’s bluntness in general.

They had almost no boundaries between them, no awkwardness or embarrassment to be seen at any time, unlike many of the younger couples in the group. They seemed just fine to be apart from one another, but Kagome’s practiced eye had noticed the slightest release of tension in Yuta’s shoulders when Mana was close by, and Mana wasn’t quite as wary when she was near him.

But most deliciously of all, in Kagome’s mind, was the touching.

The way they touched each other was beyond romantic, something so habitual and natural that Kagome was sure they didn’t notice half the time. They leaned on each other when sitting down or standing up, and throughout the day there were many small moments of touching one another’s hands, arms, and shoulders. On two separate occasions when there had been a mildly harrowing near death experience for the crew, Kagome had seen Mana press herself to Yuta’s side, resting her hand on his chest while he slipped an arm around her waist and then murmured something into her hair.

And yet, despite all this, they didn’t seem to have any notion of being a romantic couple.

Kagome had yet to hear one doting word, see one smitten glance, or catch a single attempted kiss or caress. She hadn’t seen so much as a jealous squabble, which had cropped up several times among the rest of the couples. Any “fight” that Yuta and Mana had was hardly an even argument, because they already agreed on most things, and anything they didn’t agree on was always something silly like an ice cream flavor. All in all, they just seemed like there was not a scrap of romance between them.

At least, they didn’t realize they might be romantically involved. So Kagome thought.

It all started one night when they had set up camp in a clearing in some forest. Dinner had already come and gone and Akane and Sakura, who volunteered to go on dish duty, were busily washing up on the other side of the clearing. The rest of the crew was sprawled out contentedly around the fire, idly chatting.

Yuta was sitting on a tree stump, nose deep in a book of some sort, his eyebrows slightly furrowed as he read. As usual, Mana was never far away, settled comfortably on the ground with her back to the stump; if she leaned over just a bit she could have rested her head on Yuta’s knee.

Ranma suddenly broke the peace by calling across the fire. “Hey, Yuta, come to think of it, how long have you known Mana?”

Lowering his book, Yuta looked down at his companion and obviously had to think about the question. When he was silent for a moment she tilted her head back to meet his eyes. “It’s been about fifteen years, I think,” she said. “I keep track of when you rescued me.”

He looked surprised by her answer. “You do? I didn’t know it had been that long already. That makes you about thirty or so, right?”

Mana shrugged, “I guess so.”

Shutting his book, Yuta rested an elbow on his knee and propped his chin on his palm. “To be honest, it really doesn’t feel that long at all, in a way,” he mused, “it feels like I’ve known you for a lot longer.”

Lum giggled. “That’s sweet. What would you two do without each other!”

Yuta looked up at that. “I can’t imagine a world without Mana,” he said solemnly.

A moment of silence met his words, then someone piped up with another silly question to ask across the campfire, and the moment faded away.

But Kagome couldn’t help noticing that just before the conversation veered away, Yuta turned his gaze back to Mana, and for a few heartbeats his brown eyes turned soft with emotion. Kagome actually held her breath as she watched that gentle gaze for a few seconds, then that tiny moment was gone too, as Yuta opened his book again and continued reading.

It had been very brief, but very real, and now Kagome couldn’t see Yuta and Mana’s relationship in the same light she used to. All her sappiest feelings boiled to the surface, and she had to look around the campfire, knowing that she surely couldn’t be the only one who had seen that quiet yet blatant display of nothing short of love.

Kagome’s eyes locked with Lum’s.

The alien girl raised both her eyebrows and leaned across Ataru’s lap. “You saw it too?” she asked in a half-whisper.

“I can’t believe it!” Kagome breathed back.

In unison, they gushed, “he’s in love!” Immediately they burst into giggles and Kagome got up and stepped around Ataru to chatter conspiratorially with Lum.

Abandoned by his girlfriend, Inuyasha shot Ataru a bland look, which was returned.

“They’re planning to hook those two up, aren’t they?” Ataru said drily.

“No doubt about it,” grunted the half-demon. He was used to Kagome’s wily ways by now, and he sat back against a log and crossed his arms. Even from several feet away his keen ears could pick up the whispered plans and conspiracies between Lum and Kagome, and he snorted a little, rolling his eyes.

But looking thoughtfully back across the campfire, he thought that the girls might be on to something as he watched Mana rest her head contentedly against Yuta’s knee. Yuta’s free hand drifted down and idly brushed a strand of hair over her ear, then lingered, twirling a dark lock between two fingers.

Kagome’s matchmaking sense might actually be right here….

#Mermaid Saga #Mermaid Forest #人魚の森 #Yuta #Mana #Yuna #Yutmana #Mermaid Hunters AU #writing #my stuff #Inuyasha #Kagome #I wrote all this in basically one go and barely edited #pls enjoy my spicy hot Content #did I also mention that I love the Mermaid Hunters AU #it's so much fun

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