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violetwolfraven · 4 years

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I already asked this in the @s, but I’ll ask it here too, javid with either 28 or 23, (I don’t really care) pleaseeee :0

We adopted a kid/kids.

and

What if we kissed because we were arguing and I really wanted you to shut up but we both enjoyed it? Lol jk... unless..?

How about kind of both? Lol. Get ready for a canon-era Something to Believe In scene rewrite with a side of The Truth About the Moon! Also, this gets corny as fuck towards the end FYI.

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Davey was at home and he couldn’t decide if he wished he wasn’t or not.

He’d helped out at the Lodging House, comforting the others, as long as he could, but eventually, almost everyone was already asleep or dead on their feet, and Race just gave him a look that said he saw how drained Davey was, and told him to go home.

Besides, he needed to get Les to bed and tell Sarah what had happened, as she wouldn’t have heard with her factory job.

So, now, he was out on the fire escape with his twin, while their mom put Les to bed after he cried himself to sleep.

Davey wished Jack making Les cry made him angrier.

“Maybe he had a good reason, David. Maybe he—“

“Shut up, Sarah.”

His tone was barely above a whisper, but Sarah stopped talking for a second.

“David,” she said slowly, “We don’t have all the facts. We know Jack... we know he scabbed on us, but...”

She trailed off, seeming to realize there was no good explanation for this. There were no facts either of them could think of that would make this better.

“The point is, we don’t know what was going on in his head,” she said finally, “Jack’s smart. Maybe there was—“

“Shut up, Sarah!”

Davey turned around, ignoring how now that he had, she would see him trying not to cry.

“Saz, we both know there is nothing you can say to make this better, so why don’t you shut the hell up?!”

She only stared at him levelly, “Is it really me you’re angry at?”

Davey shook his head, “No. No, it’s not. I should be cursing Jack’s name; not yours. I’m sorry.”

“You’re not angry at him, either,” Sarah realized, “You can’t be. You’re angry at—“

“If you finish that sentance, I’m going to say something I’ll regret.”

Sarah stopped talking.

“Look, Saz... just... go. Please go.”

She sighed, “David, things don’t always have to make sense. Feelings rarely do, and... and that doesn’t make it better—in fact, it probably makes it worse—but... damn. I don’t know how to explain this. Just... I’ll go inside if you want me to.”

When Davey didn’t tell her to stay, she climbed in the window and left him alone.

Davey sighed. He was so messed up right now. He was so messed up because... because he wasn’t angry at Sarah. He wasn’t even angry at Jack. He couldn’t be, because...

Long story short, he was angry at himself, because he couldn’t be angry with Jack.

Davey looked up, seeing the moon shining above. At least one thing still made sense.

“Latin name: Luna,” he muttered absentmindedly, “Hundreds of thousands of miles away from here.”

He remembered reading about this. Thinking back on every fact he remembered about the moon was certainly better than thinking about his own emotions.

“No signs of water, or life, or atmosphere.”

At least facts never changed on him. They made sense. Davey wished everything could.

“This is the truth about the moon. The facts are black and white.”

He smiled, despite himself, thinking about only a few days ago, when things were simpler and nobody had gotten hurt yet.

About a boy who made it so not everything had to make sense, because you felt good when he smiled at you, and that was enough, even if it didn’t make sense. Facts didn’t have to matter.

Davey couldn’t deny what he was feeling, even if the facts didn’t make sense.

Jack was a boy.

Jack made Davey feel like no one ever had.

He smirked at the sick sense of humor the universe had and mumbled his thoughts to himself.

“Shall I try to deny all I know from moments that’s gone? Would my heart let me be someone different from me from now on..? No.”

Davey wished he could be angry, but he couldn’t. Because even if it didn’t make sense, he knew how he felt.

And he was completely, stupidly, still in love with Jack Kelly.

That handsome, charismatic, dime-novel cowboy who still believed in a fantasy called Santa Fe.

As confusing as they were, Davey still had some facts about Jack, and he might as well try to organize them.

“Given name: Jack Kelly. Someone who seems to get by with a smile.”

Jack was smart in his own way, could even have a way with words, sometimes, but he had never gotten an opportunity to go to school, or sit down and read a book, and often made his points by appealing to emotion instead of logic; something that was the opposite of how Davey had always done it, yet somehow was still effective.

“Having no substance, he compensates with style.”

It was so effective that he had everyone believing what he said. He had Davey believing in what he said, when he said he cared, when he said he wouldn’t give up.

The truth about that boy was that he was a leader, a protector, or at least everyone thought he was, and he had the kind of eyes that drew you in. That made you want to keep on looking at him and make him see you, too.

Davey still couldn’t quite be angry, but bitterness definitely crept its way into his tone.

“And if I first thought he was who he claimed he was, it’s just because that kind of boy must be good at what he does.”

Davey was so stupid. Jack had admitted that he had a way of improving the truth. He had proved that he didn’t have a problem with lying to survive.

The problem was that he was so good at improving the truth that everyone believed his truth was the real, actual truth.

Revising a previous thought, he lied to survive or to get what he wanted.

And he was too stupid to see that despite all he said, his dream was really of a home, of a family, and it was right in front of him. Santa Fe was nothing he didn’t already have and if Jack still couldn’t see that after throwing away what he had, then... then let him throw it all away and fly away to Santa Fe.

“Santa Fe,” Davey mumbled sarcastically, “You’re the scene of a dream, not a plan.”

A lovely, dream, sure, but nothing that was really out west, that was really real anywhere but right here in New York.

“The dream of a boy, not a man.”

Davey took a deep breath, realizing that he wasn’t close to tears anymore. Sorting through his thoughts and facts, about the boy and about the moon, had worked, for the most part.

He looked up. The moon was still there. It always would be.

“Latin name: Luna.”

He wished the boy was, too, like he’d made it seem like he would be.

It was what had made Davey fall in love with him, how he was clearly always there for his friends. His family.

He remembered that first day, how a few different kids had come up to him and Jack had hugged them, suggested how to fix a problem, helped patch up a scraped knee, all with the patience of a loving big brother even with no blood tying him to the others.

As much as Davey had loved his charisma, his fearlessness, it was that softer, gentler side that he’d really fallen for.

Maybe it had just been an act, but Davey was still in love with him, no matter how much he wished he could just be angry and hate him.

“Lovely name: Jack.”

“Davey?”

Davey reeled back towards the window as he realized who was climbing up next to him.

“Dave, wait, please.”

That tone in his voice, the broken, almost-crying one, was what made Davey pause.

“Give me one good reason not to go inside and lock you out here.”

Jack sighed, “I... I don’t have one. Not for me. I don’t blame ya if you never want to see me again, but... here.”

He held out a paper, and Davey took it, reading with suspicion.

“Katherine wrote it,” he explained, “Pulitzer has an old printin’ press in his basement we can use, and the idea is to pass these out to all the workin’ kids of the city. If we play our cards right, it might just work, but... but I can’t do it alone. And I know Race. I know he won’t so much as talk to me right now, but we need him to get the other fellas to help. Kath’s busy gettin’ some friends who know how to work the press, so... so I need you to get through to him. He’ll listen to you.”

“And who’s fault is it he won’t listen to you?”

Davey hadn’t thought he would be able to summon that much ice in his voice, but he was glad he could.

Jack took a shaky breath, “Mine.”

As he finished reading it... the article was good. Really good. It might actually work, if this was for real.

“Jack Kelly,” Davey warned, “I swear to God if you are bullshitting me right now, I will let Spot Conlon push you in front of a carriage. He already offered to do that, by the way. Race declined.”

“I’m not bullshittin’ you,” Jack promised, “I swear on my life, I—“

“What’s that worth?” Davey snapped, not meaning a word of the angry rant he stepped forward, getting in Jack’s personal space, “Two days ago, you told me you’d give your life for this strike, for these boys, and you betrayed them! You broke their trust, Jackie! You broke my trust!”

“I know, but—“

“No!” Davey shouted, “You don’t get to voice an opinion! You’re supposed to be the one that protects everyone! You know that more than a few of them cried on my shoulder tonight because they saw you as a big brother and you abandoned them? What—for a city you’ve never seen?”

Jack looked like he was going to cry. Davey tried to act like that didn’t bother him.

“Ya know what? Kath is right. You’re crazy, Jack Kelly. You paint a place you’ve never seen and call it home. You say you want a family and ignore the one right in front of you. And you are a goddamn idiot for trading your family in for a place where you will never find what you’re looking for.”

“I... I didn’t do it for Santa Fe.”

Davey scoffed, “Then why?”

Jack’s eyes still had something broken inside, but some of the strength from before everything started to go to hell was starting to come back.

“I did it for you.”

“What?”

“I did it for you,” Jack repeated, louder, “Pulitzer threatened you, by name. He mentioned Crutchie and Les, too, but he said he’d come after you and... dammit, I couldn’t let that happen. I couldn’t let you go to the Refuge.”

“This was always going to be dangerous, Jack. That’s not good enough.”

“You don’t know nothin’ about the Refuge.”

“I knew the risk when I signed on to this strike with you!” Davey argued, “I knew from day one it could end in me goin’ to jail getting hurt or even dying, but I don’t care.”

Jack glared at him, and as he took a step forward, his voice sounded haunted and strong all at the same time.

“You have no idea what you’re talkin’ about.”

“What the hell are you—“

Davey stopped as Jack turned around, having pulled his shirt off most of the way, revealing...

Deep, criss-crossing scars across his back. More than Davey cared to count and certainly enough to shut him up.

“Snyder thinks it’s funny,” he said bitterly as he put his shirt back on, “First time was when I was 13. I got out the next night, but he got me again when I was 15, then again when I was 16. Each time, I barely made it out alive. Do ya think I would ever let one of mine go through that if I could stop it?”

“I ain’t one of yours,” Davey tried to argue.

“No, you ain’t,” Jack grumbled, “Mine let me protect ‘em.”

“I don’t need your—“

“Davey, don’t you get it?” Jack yelled, grabbing Davey’s shirt as he got all up in his face, “Pulitzer knew exactly how to get at me! He knew who to threaten because you won’t let me protect ya, but you’s probably the one I wanna protect the most! So hit me if you want, but agree to the Children’s Crusade because we don’t have time for this!”

Davey grabbed Jack’s wrists, “I ain’t gonna hit you, Jackie.”

“Just do it!” Jack shouted, “I know I deserve it! Kath already punched me in the face and she apologized but we both know I don’t deserve that shit because I’m a traitor and I hurt everyone including you so just—“

That was when Davey kissed him, needing him to shut up shut up shut up. To stop talking about getting hurt like he deserved it, to just be okay.

Jack gasped against his mouth and Davey almost pulled away, but then Jack was desperately kissing him back, gripping his shirt like it was a lifeline and half-sobbing as Davey let him pull him in closer.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered as they pulled apart enough to breathe.

“We don’t have time for that,” Davey whispered back, “Be sorry later. Rally the troops now. I’ll meet you at the Lodging House.”

“Wait,” Jack said as Davey was about to climb in the window to grab Sarah and Les and let his parents know where he was going, “Wait, Dave. What... what’s this about?”

Davey knew he wasn’t talking about the strike.

“Am I... am I kidding myself, or is there really something..?”

Davey rolled his eyes in exasperation, “Of course there is.”

“Well don’t just say it like I happens every day!”

“Jack, I—“

“No! I’m not an idiot! I know boys like you and me...” he sighed, “I know we don’t get happy endings, but... standin’ here right now, lookin’ at you... I just wanna grab hold of somethin.’ Make time stop so’s I can just keep on lookin’ at you.”

“I know what ya mean, Jackie. But we have work to do, so we should just—“

“Wait,” Jack insisted, grabbing Davey’s arm, “Please. Can we just... can we talk? For 5 minutes?”

Davey could see how badly Jack needed reassurance. How bad he needed to see that no, this wasn’t just his imagination, a pretty painting in his head. This was real.

“Look,” he said quietly, grabbing Jack’s hand, “You snuck up on me, Jack Kelly. I never even saw it coming. Till the moment I found you, I thought I knew what love was. But now I’m learning what is true. The world finds ways to sting you, and then one day decides to bring you something to believe in for even a night. And if you’re gone tomorrow... what was ours still will be. I have something to believe in now that I know you believed in me.”

Jack nodded in understanding, “We was never meant to meet. And then we meet—who knows why? One more stranger on the street, just someone sweet passing’ by. An angel come to save me, who didn’t even know he gave me something to believe in for even a day. And if I’m gone tomorrow...”

He trailed off, and Davey grabbed his face gently to make him distract him.

“Do you know what I believe in?”

He hoped Jack could just look into his eyes and see.

They almost kissed again, but Jack pulled away at the last second.

“If things were different...”

They both knew what he was really saying, but neither of them said it.

“If you weren’t still chasing Santa Fe...”

Because he was. No matter how stupid that dream was, Jack couldn’t give it up just after a 10-minute talk.

“If Kath’s father wasn’t probably going to kill me.

“Wait, what?”

“Oh, it turns out Katherine is Pulitzer’s daughter. Don’t worry, though, she’s on our side.”

Davey decided to process that later, “You’re not really scared of Kath’s father.”

“No... but I am pretty scared of you.”

Davey slapped his shoulder gently, “Don’t be!”

“Well...” Jack smiled, finally, “I have something to believe in, now that I know you believed in me.”

Davey couldn’t help it. He kissed Jack again, quickly, then backed up.

“I’ll wake up Les and Sarah and meet you at the Lodging House, okay?”

“Yeah. And by the way, if we’s together now... I should probably warn ya that I might not always have time for ya. I’ve been sorta takin’ care of all the other fellas since I was 14, so...”

Davey rolled his eyes, “Jack, I’m already stuck with Les. I am more than happy to adopt all of your siblings, too.”

“Oh. Okay. Ya know they ain’t actually my siblings, though, right?”

Davey shrugged, “You always act like they are, so it’s close enough.”

“Fair. Guess ya have been helpin’ take care of ‘em these last few days, so the change shouldn’t phase ‘em too much.”

“Yeah, they’ve got bigger things to worry about.”

“So... you’re sure you’re in for... whatever this is? Cause there ain’t no goin’ back in time, so... are ya in for sure?”

Davey nodded, “For sure.”

Luckily, that seemed to put Jack’s mind at ease enough for him to leave.

#newsies #javid #javey #jack kelly #davey jacobs #jack x davey #angst #something to believe in #the truth about the moon #jack and davey are the mom and dad friends #canon rewrite #violet’s writing

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naruwitch · 3 years

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Code Geass: Paladins of Voltron Chapter 36: At Least With Sorrow

Shirley wished with all her heart that this was simply a nightmare that she would wake up from at any moment and find herself wrapped up cozily under the covers in her room on the Castleship. Possibly snuggling one of the pill bug aliens in the process (Milly claimed she'd already done it several times and had a few pictures to keep for 'later.' A.k.a. blackmail material in its finest).

But the screams from below and the flashes of violet lasers and red-lined ships only confirmed the hellish reality as through blurred tears, she and Zinnia smashed through a group of about five Galran fighters.

With a battle cry, Rivalz used Polaris's ice ray to freeze multiple fighters, and it was quickly followed up by Zen shrieking through them with her jaw blade active. The ice did nothing to quell the explosion that occurred a second later.

While from their position in the air, it seemed that the Galra were only targeting the area around the SAZ, they knew it was only a matter of time before they started spreading into the settlement area, and the Paladins knew that the Galra didn't care, and they certainly wouldn't take the time to see who was Japanese and who was Britannia before destroying any building or home in their path. The Emperor would gladly sacrifice an entire area of the empire if it meant getting his way.

'Mom, Dad,' Shirley thought sorrowfully, 'please hang on!'

"Heads up!" another voice that Shirley couldn't place right away shouted through the comm. Snapping her head up, the Orange Paladin gasped as she saw what looked like a glowing blade penetrating the center of a Galra ship before swiftly cutting through the front of it. Once the blast cleared from the destroyed ship, Shirley had to take a moment to gape in awe at the sleek black Knightmare frame that was now hovering not too far from Zinnia.

The Seishin Knightmare frame itself was black and dark grey, but all of the crevices that pieced the Knightmare together were glowing a faint blue color, identical to the Balmera crystal she knew was powering it.

"Thanks, um…" Shirley hesitated before the pilot answered.

"Asahina," the pilot responded, and Shirley's brain spat out the image of the bespectacled member of the Four Holy Swords. One of Colonel Tohdoh's men.

"Thanks, Asahina," she corrected quickly.

Though she couldn't see him, she was sure she felt him nod before his Knightmare sped off after another Galra fighter.

Around in the air, the Seishins, though some were more unsteady than others, swung and swiped at the fighters with the same blades, easily keeping up with the fighters' speed. Several were firing multiple rounds of laser bullets from their built-in shoulder guns while also trying to avoid being shot out of the sky as well.

Two Knightmares in particular, stood out among the rest. The red glow of the Guren's Radiant Surger was hard to miss, and there was a Seishin with two dark blue appendages by its head, almost like a strange cape.

The same Seishin sliced a Galra fighter clean in two with a spinning strike before expertly dodging a barrage of shots from another. Four more hovered around it, picking off and dispatching any fighters that targeted the first.

Many Knightmares were also descending towards the SAZ, lasers already firing at any Sutherland and Gloucester they could see, forcing the Britannians to stop shooting the people below and divert their attention to the Seishins above them.

A streak of purple and blue flashed by two ships before they exploded. Yoru roared thunderously as she pounced onto another, ripping the top of the fighter clean off.

"Suzaku!" Nunnally exclaimed once she saw the Purple Lion, "Suzaku, is Euphie…?"

There was silence for a moment until he answered, "She's in a cryopod. She'll be fine."

"Oh, thank goodness!" Milly gasped.

"Yes, I'm glad to hear that…" Lelouch whispered the relief he felt rippling through his very bones.

"Zero!" Ohgi exclaimed, his Seishin gliding next to Zen, "How do we know who's on whose side?"

"Cornelia and her guard are with us, along with the Glaston Knights," Zero answered, his link open to all Black Knights, "Other than that… If they're shooting at the Galra, they're with us. Protect the people and destroy any Galra ship you see!"

"Got it!" Ohgi said before steering away.

"Right… Hold on, Nunnally," he warned his sister before addressing his fellow Paladins, "Time to take this battle! Form Voltron!"

While to the Paladins, it felt like it several moments to form the robot, to an outsider's perspective, it seemed the Lions joined in a flash of light, and with barely a blink of an eye later, Voltron stood in their place.

"Form bow!" Zero ordered.

Shirley plunged her Bayard into Zinnia's port, and Voltron's bow and arrow formed instantly. A single arrow formed in Voltron's hands, and he pulled back on the bow's string. Multiple targets emerged on the Paladins' screens within the cockpits—dozens of Galra fighters about to meet a fiery end.

"FIRE!"

In a flash of blue, the arrow was released.

Despite the promise of providing back-up from the ground, Cornelia's forces, the few who were actually listening to her anyway, were having zero luck against any Galra vessels that shot near them or descended low enough for their bullets to reach. Even the Hadron cannon being fired from the Le Fey was only having partial success, only melting the ship's outer metal instead of destroying them. The Blaze Luminous shielding was taking significant damage as well.

They were able to eliminate several Knightmare frames that were still firing at the escaping Japanese. Despite being locked up for almost a month, Cornelia had piloted a Gloucester long enough that her muscle memory easily allowed her to dive into the hoard. She didn't earn the moniker Goddess of Victory for no reason after all.

She was also certain that most of the other Britannian Knightmares, besides her own hand-picked men and the Glaston Knights, were only assisting her because they didn't want to end up on the wrong end of her Knightmare's lance. They could weed out the scum later, and she would do it personally if she had to.

There was a flash of light above their heads, and Cornelia smirked when she saw Voltron appear in the air, fire an arrow, then blast off into the main fray.

"No!"

Said smirk quickly faded with Darlton's cry as one of the Glaston Knightmares was engulfed in flames from a fighter's blasts. Said fighter was destroyed moments later by the custom red Knightmare with the strange claw. Didn't Lloyd say that one was called the Guren?

"Alfred!" Edgar Darlton exclaimed before swerving to avoid a barrage of blasts himself.

Cornelia grit her teeth. While they had finally got back-up via the sky, they were still taking heavy losses. Their Knightmares were simply not equipped to deal with the Galra ships.

"Nonette!" Cornelia exclaimed over the comms, "Any word from the other Knights?!"

"No, nothing!" the Knight of Nine said, impaling a Sutherland with her spear, "It's weird! It's like something is jamming my communication with them."

"Perhaps they-augh!" whatever Bart Darlton was about to say was cut off as a rain of lasers practically cut his Knightmare in two before it also exploded like his brother's.

"Asplund! Croomey! Any word from Schneizel?!" the princess demanded next. As much as she wanted to kick her brother's butt for nearly killing Euphemia back on the island, they needed all the help they could get right now. In fact, it was strange that Schneizel wasn't already dispatching his own men onto the battlefield. So why wasn't he doing so? He wouldn't sit back and simply watch this!

"No, nothing from the Viceroy!" Cecile's voice shouted through the comms, "The Le Fey is taking heavy-"

Cecile was cut off by a large crash on the other end of the comm, and looking up, Cornelia saw the airship take a heavy hit from the side. From the laser's size, Cornelia could only guess that the blast came from one of the giant ships where the other fighters were flying out of.

"Oh, dear! We're going down!" Lloyd exclaimed from the ship.

Fortunately, the Le Fey didn't get far, as several of the space Knightmares latched onto the ship and were able to slow its descent to the ground. She saw several fighters fire at them, a couple exploding, but not before the escape pods fired from the main body.

"Princess, look!" Guilford exclaimed, his Knightmare halting and looking at the sky. Above them, Voltron's weapon had transformed from a bow into the giant sword they had first seen when Colonel Tohdoh had been broken out of his prison. The robot was flying straight towards the closest cruiser and, with a mighty swing, much like how the original Avalon was destroyed, sliced straight through it, dragging the sword with a metallic tearing along before exiting out the other end. The cruiser erupted into an inferno, lighting up the sky as if a second sun had appeared above them.

Voltron shot directly for its next target, not wasting precious seconds, the sword shrinking to normal (or normal in giant robot cases) size, slicing through ships and Galran forces almost every second.

Reinvigorated by her brother's attack, Cornelia charged forward, a righteous battle cry issuing from her throat, not even bothering to see if her men were following her as she knew already they were.

Commander Corza frowned as a large chunk of her forces were taken out in Voltron's counterattack. While she knew that such sacrifices were necessary, it still seemed like a blow to her pride to see one of the cruisers go down.

A glow of blue drew her attention, and her eyes narrowed as she saw the Altean's wretched castle itself join the fray, lasers and shots firing from the particle barrier and its other weapons systems. She growled when she saw a concentrated shot rip through dozens of ships and take out the front end of the second cruiser; however, the ship was able to remain airborne.

The control panel in front of her flashed red, signaling an incoming call, which she promptly answered. The face of Zarkon's trusted witch greeted her, her hood casting a shadow over her eyes.

"Commander Corza," Haggar addressed, "recall your remaining forces and regroup at once."

"Vrepit sa," she intoned with a salute before the video call was terminated. As ordered, the crew pulled her main cruiser away from the planet's atmosphere, and she commanded the remaining straggling Galra to retreat.

Corza couldn't help but scowl. Those fools on this backwater planet only managed to decimate so many of her troops because Voltron was kind enough to protect them.

"But…" she smirked sadistically, "Enjoy this small reprise while it lasts, you fools. It's only a small taste of what fate awaits your people."

Seeing that the Galran forces were pulling back, the Black Knights took this as their cue to land on push back the remaining Britaiannain forces, which wasn't too hard. One look at the Seishin Knightmares' weapon arsenal sent most anti-Numbers Britannians running or surrendering on the spot. What really sent them running was the Castle of Lions itself landing in the now destroyed area that would have been the SAZ. Lelouch was grateful for this. While the castle had a limited number of cryopods, he knew there were other medical supplies they could still use to assist.

"Cornelia!" Lelouch exclaimed, landing near his sister's Gloucester (Voltron had dispersed as the castle began to descend), the hatch of which had opened up to reveal the ex-princess. For the most part, she seemed unharmed, though she had a fair stream of blood coming from her forehead. She must have hit her head at some point in the fight.

"I'm fine!" she replied, waving him off, "It's not me you need to worry about right now."

Lelouch grimaced, then nodded. He ordered a small handful of Black Knights to create a perimeter around the zone, at least until the castle's particle barrier turned on again, but he knew that several Japanese would be making their way over from beyond the barrier's reach, so he informed Allura to keep it down for now. He then grabbed a first aid kit that all the Lions were equipped with and exited Zen to try and help any wounded he could.

As he approached a small family, the mother of whom was cradling a girl no older than ten, he saw from the corner of his eye that the other Paladins and Black Knights were doing similar acts, and he even saw the elevator from the Castle of Lions descending, likely with Coran and C.C. to help and possibly escort heavily wounded to the healing pods. He ignored the look of awe that the family, especially the child, gave him as he helped pull the girl's arm into a sling. After checking over the mother and father, he ordered them to start making their way to the castle, where they would be further accommodated inside.

This pattern continued for what felt like hours. Look for an injured human, patch them up as best you can, then send them (or flag another able-bodied person over) towards the castle. Repeat.

During this time, Suzaku managed to dig Cecile and Lloyd out of the now-destroyed Le Fey, and Nonette followed behind Rai after helping her out her Gloucester to assist with the injured.

Zero was about halfway through the strange Altean wrapping gauze (he was fairly certain he had bandaged a good few dozen civilians already and wasn't in the mood for his brain to hurt as he thought about how this is possible) when the particle barrier flashed to life above him, frightening the teen that he was wrapping the ankle of.

"It's okay," Lelouch assured him, "that's up to protect us."

He tied off the bandage before shooing the teen off towards the castle, supported by a girl around his age.

Looking up, almost automatically ready to attend to the next injured civilian, Lelouch had to blink to see that almost everyone was already attended to or making their way to the Castle.

"Lelouch…"

The Black Paladin jumped a little and turned to see that Nunnally had wheeled her way out of Zen and found him. His heart nearly shattered when he saw the look on his sister's face, her eyes brimming with tears as she sadly gazed over the landscape.

"Big brother, what are we going to do now?"

Lelouch could only sigh, "I don't know, Nunnally," he murmured, "I'll think of something soon."

Nunnally just nodded, hugging her sides and desperately trying to hold her tears in.

She gasped when she felt her brother's arms encircle her, and her tears finally overflowed, and she clung to him as she let it all out.

Lelouch was also silently crying under the mask, but these tears weren't just of sorrow.

'Charles zi Britannia,' he thought through gritted teeth, a hot red rage building in his chest, 'I swear… you will pay for this atrocity!'

It was a rare yet terrifying sight to behold when Schneizel el Britannia was angry. Out of all the Royal Family members, the Second Prince was considered one of the calmest and most level-headed of the emperor's children. Not to say that he didn't get frustrated or annoyed from time to time, but everyone knew that it took a lot for Schneizel to lose his temper.

And right now, he was at his boiling point.

The Viceroy's office doors swung open with a resonating bang as the Second Prince stormed out and walked briskly down the hall. A flabbergasted Kanon matched his speed while a profusely sweating Bartley actually had to jog to keep up with the two.

"Get me an audience with the emperor this instant!" Schneizel snapped at the closest officer he could lay eyes on, most of whom were scrambling trying to establish order again within the palace itself. It didn't help that Bismark, Gino, and Anya had mysteriously vanished shortly before the emperor's announcement.

"Your Highness, all of our communications with Pendragon have-urgh!"

The officer was cut off as a barrage of lasers melted through him like butter, dropping dead to the ground.

"Dear god…" Kanon gasped before the three registered the sound of metal clamping against the tiled floor. Schneizel's eyes narrowed as several silver robots crowded the halls, either taking the palace staff hostage or shooting the ones who fought back on the spot.

Staying calm, Schneizel slowly lifted his hands in surrender, and he saw that Kanon and Bartley were mirroring him. It would be foolish to get killed now.

"Wh-what is the meaning of this?!" Bartley stuttered before feeling a sharp butt of the robot's gun against his back, pushing him and the others forward.

The robots lead them outside where Schneizel saw several more robots corralling soldiers away from guarding the Knightmare frames.

"So…" a purr of a voice drew Schneizel attention to the center of the courtyard, where several dark grey ships were parked. In the midst of the robots, he spotted a purple furry being with a slender yet muscular figure, large cat-like ears, yellow glowing eyes, and hair (at least he was sure it was hair) tied in several braids and tied back. Her armor was bright red, accented with black and dark grays. The woman (?) held out a long slender blade to the prince's neck, "...This is my partner, is it? I'll admit, I find myself disappointed."

"Why you-!" Bartley gasped in offense despite the situation, "You dare raise your blade to a-"

The man was promptly shut up as burning pain shot through his head, emanating from his right ear. The man shrieked and clutched the area now flowing with blood where his right ear once was, now hanging precariously from the tip of the alien's blade.

"Oops," Corza sneered insincerely, "I couldn't figure out where your off button was. I bet it's underneath all of that fat you're lugging around. Perhaps I'll save you the trouble and shave some off, hmm?"

This sadistic threat coupled with the pain from his severed ear had Bartley collapsing to his knees, keening and sobbing like a frightened child.

"Enough," Schneizel said as calmly as possible, "There is no need for violence here. What do you want? Present your terms, and my men and I will adhere to them."

Corza chuckled mockingly, returning her sword to Schneizel's neck, "So, there is someone with a brain here after all. Well, for your information, your so-called 'emperor' insisted I keep you alive, which by the way, Lady Haggar only felt the need to agree to because you're more useful as a prisoner at the moment. But let me make one thing clear," Corza leaned close to Schneizel's face, "behave yourself. I may have orders but… As the saying goes, 'everyone makes mistakes' now, don't they?"

Schneizel fought to keep a straight face. This creature reminded him too much of Luciano Bradley in terms of bloodlust, and from the demonstration with Bartley's ear, she wasn't lying either about killing them if they stepped out of line.

As of this moment, he was in a deadlock.

The best he, and hopefully his subordinates, had of surviving was to accept their situation and wait for the right moment to either escape or fight back.

From the outside, the SAZ seemed completely deserted, now laying in ruins, and the bodies of dozens of Japanese men, women, and children littered the streets, all lost to a selfish emperor's order.

At the center, though, shining like a star in a moonless sky, a large cyan dome illuminated the battlefield, the survivors of the SAZ all herded safely inside… For now.

Many of the survivors were still in need of medical treatment, so all of the cryopods in the med bay were quickly filled. Coran pushed the pods into their highest and fastest setting that could be used safely so that they could attend to as many injured as possible.

The rest (both Japanese and Britannian) who were mostly uninjured or only suffered fairly minor injuries were currently gathered in the Castleship's ballroom. Above the crowd, situated on the balcony, stood Nunnally, Guilford, Darlton, Nonette, Ohgi, Sayoko, Tohdoh, Kaguya, and Kirihara. Zero was standing in the very center of them. Cornelia, Lloyd, and Cecile had also been brought up to the Castleship, but Cornelia had insisted on checking on Euphemia first, and Lloyd and Cecile kindly (being the word Lloyd used) offered their services to Rakshata's research team in the Knightmare bay.

In the front of the group on the balcony, Rover hovered faithfully, waiting for the signal from Rai to begin a worldwide broadcast.

It was time for Earth to unite, to fight against the intruders who had invaded not only their country but their very planet, the planet that all humans called home.

The Galra may have surprised them, but now Voltron had a little surprise for them.

"All set on my end, Zero!" Rai's voice crackled in Zero's commlink, "Whenever you're ready."

"And this will be broadcast to every electronic device on the planet?" he inquired.

"Yes, this program should keep any viruses the Galra develop at bay for a while."

"Very well," the Black Paladin nodded, "Begin."

"Got it!"

Zero could hear the righteous fury in his half-brother's (Lelouch was still getting used to calling Rai that) voice as Rover beeped in affirmation, and his camera blinked three times, signaling him to start.

At that moment, every digital device, televisions, laptops, jumbotrons, and even smartphones were hacked simultaneously, all broadcasting this very message.

It wasn't just Japan, though. It was broadcasting in the Chinese Federation, the European Union, and all other nations of the world were tuning in to this announcement.

"Attention, people of the Earth," Zero began loudly and dramatically, "and all who are oppressed by the empire of Britannia! Long have I waited, all through the struggles against Britannia's injustices, I've waited for them to come to their senses! The Special Administrative Zone of Japan, created by the kind-hearted Princess Euphemia was a genuine attempt to unite the world against a common enemy and end the fighting that has long since plagued our world, spearheaded by the fascist Britannian Empire! And how was she repaid for this act of selflessness?! Betrayed by the very man she called 'father'! Who would prefer to throw his lot in with a hostile alien regime and sell out his own world to save his own skin!"

The people down below began to scream in outrage. Not only the Japanese but the brave Britannians who willingly chose to oppose the emperor's actions.

"Never forgive the emperor!"

"Murderer!"

"Filthy coward!"

"Hypocrite!"

"Burn in hell Charles zi Britannia!"

"But fear not!" Zero continued when the cries started to die down, "For from this moment forward, we hereby declare the independence of Area Eleven from Britannian subjugation! But don't take this to mean the resurrection of your fallen nation! It is the birth of something new, a nation where nobody is oppressed for their gender, race, ideology, or even species! This is… The United States of Japan! And with that, I also hereby announce the formation of the Voltron Coalition, with its first member being the Planet Earth, and the nation of the United States of Japan led and protected by the Black Knights!"

This announcement resulted in even more cheers from all the Black Knights, Paladins, and gathered citizens.

'The United States of Japan?' Suzaku thought as he looked up at Zero from the crowd. He had to give Lelouch credit, he was going all the way and showing no signs of slowing down.

'They've done it,' a fanatically smiling Diethard hidden among the audience thought, 'Despite everything, they've actually created a whole new nation!'

"Once the land of Japan breathes freedom once more, we will continue our crusade of freedom to the rest of the planet, from the tyranny of Britannia and the Galra alike. From there, our cause will continue to spread beyond, reaching every planet and people in the universe, until the cries of the free will never be extinguished again! For freedom!"

"For freedom!" the crowd roared in response, fists pumping in the air.

"For freedom!" Kallen shouted, followed by Rai, Tamaki, Chiba, Asahina, Urabe, Senba, and all the rest of the Black Knights in the crowd.

"For freedom!" Ohgi shouted, raising his fist high, along with Kirihara, Kaguya, Sayoko, and even Tohdoh raised his katana. "For freedom!"

Even Guilford and Darlton, though hesitant at first and feeling out of place, raised their fists and joined them. "For freedom!"

"My first objective was successful. Princess Euphemia li Britannia is dead. However, unfortunately, I could not fulfill the second objective regarding Princess Nunnally. Forgive me, my Lords."

V.V. couldn't keep the small scowl from his face at this news as he and Charles stood tensely on Haggar's command ship. Nebrios was their most skilled assassin in the Geass Order. His Geass, dubbed 'Ward of Absolute Suspension,' was the perfect weapon for assassination and other related jobs. Therefore, it was a no-brainer on who would be responsible for removing his two meddlesome nieces. Well, at least one was out of the way. He could deal with Nunnally later.

"That's fine," Charles intoned next to V.V., "We still have time to correct this error. Remain on standby until further instruction."

Nebiros glanced at V.V. from his side of the screen, and he nodded. It still irked V.V. that Charles insisted on capturing Nunnally instead of simply killing her (the true order V.V. gave out). It seemed even in death, his brother was still soft with anything involving that bitch Marianne.

"Yes, Your Highness," Nebiros bowed before cutting off communication.

"I warned you, did I not?" the voice of their newest 'ally' made the twins jump and turn around. Almost melting from the shadows, Haggar approached the pair, "Once again, you underestimated the Paladins as well as Voltron. That is what led to this failure and all your past failures until now."

Charles scoffed, "They're only children! They-"

"And yet you yourself use children to do your own dirty work," Haggar interrupted with a sneer, "Your arrogance is blinding your judgment. Fail to contain it, and it will be your downfall."

"How dare you-" V.V. choked as Haggar raised her hand, causing his body to be engulfed in a violet aura and rise from the ground. The immortal's hands clawed at a non-existent hold around his neck before he felt himself being thrown backward and crashing hard against one of the ship's steel pillars. He felt several vertebrae in his back snap on impact as he cried out in agony.

"Victor!" Charles exclaimed, but he froze as Haggar raised her hand towards him as well, forcing him to his knees.

"Remember our agreement," Haggar hissed, "Earth will be yours to rule, but only from within the Galra Empire. As of this moment, you are both servants of Emperor Zarkon. Do I make myself clear?"

As V.V. struggled to sit up through the pain as Charles bowed submissively, though he grit his teeth furiously.

A low beeping sound drew Haggar's attention to the main screen again, and she waved her hand to answer the call.

The being that appeared on the other end made Charles's blood run cold. He was sure in another life, he would have been in a similar position, with those under his command cowering below him.

V.V. also, through the pain of his slowly repairing back, felt himself shaking in genuine fear at the sight of the figure before them.

Now, they were the ones cowering as the face of Emperor Zarkon flickered onto the screen.

"My Lord," Haggar bowed in respect, "have you successfully received our latest weapons?"

"Yes," Emperor Zarkon's deep, haunting voice vibrated, "the druids are making final preparations. When they are ready for launch, I myself will be joining you at your location, Haggar."

Haggar's poisonous smirk widened, "Of course, my Lord."

Meanwhile, back on Earth, the Castle of Lions was a buzz of activity. After Zero finished his speech for the entire planet to see, the Black Knights, along with their latest Britannian recruits, got right to work. Coran was herding the Britannians down the armory to fit them in their spacesuits and then give them a crash course of how the suits functioned and how to properly use the Seishin Knightmare models.

Despite the crew's hustle, though, there was a layer of distress as well. While the Paladins and Black Knights managed to rescue many of the SAZ's attendees, many more died, and even more were succumbing to their injuries before they could be placed into the cryopods in time. Even though the pods were working at near overdrive, and human doctors and some Altean medical droids that Coran managed to reactivate were treating them, the reality was that even they couldn't save everyone, and the infirmary was still overflowing with injured.

Nunnally looked on with sorrow as she saw one of the pods with a young child inside. The little girl had been shot several times in the chest and stomach, and her arm had gotten badly mangled in the attack. Coran was honestly unsure if the pod could completely fix it. Even if it repaired the muscles, the nerve damage was extensive, meaning she may never have full use of her arm again.

Lelouch and C.C. together managed to shoo Cornelia out of the medical bay to get fitted in her armor with the promise she would be updated on Euphemia's condition.

So far, Euphie was stable, though Coran did note that the assassin who attacked her knew what he was doing. She had been lucky that the bullet had only nicked her heart wall. If she had been brought up only a few minutes later, she would have likely bled out and went into cardiac arrest. The cryopods could pull someone from the brink of death if they are put inside in time, but they couldn't do anything with a corpse.

The pod had frosted over what was below Euphie's neckline to preserve her modesty. Due to the severity of the injury, they hadn't had time to change her into a cryosuit. This wouldn't alter the healing function, but it was likely that most of her dress would dissolve during the process. From what they could see from her face, though, she didn't appear to be in any pain.

"The fellow in the third cryopod should be done in another varga," Coran informed, the depressed quiet of the room getting to him.

"That's good," Shirley whispered half-heartedly.

The feel of death and destruction was being felt by all of the Paladins, feelings of sorrow, anxiety, and even rage permeating the room, though some were better at hiding it than others. Rai and Kallen looked especially angry, but the clenched fists that Suzaku and Lelouch shared made it clear what their feelings were as well.

"Dammit…" Kallen muttered, clenching her teeth and fists so hard she was sure they'd be bleeding if she was barehanded.

Despite the Paladins' effort to keep their feelings suppressed, Allura showed no such action.

"What kind of disgusting, ludicrous, quiznacking kazrlgi must you be to willingly join the Galra!" she ranted furiously whilst pacing. She looked two seconds from tearing her hair out, "How can someone be so stubborn and shameless?! How could…" the princess faltered, "...How could it come to this?"

"Why are we acting so surprised?" Rai asked bitterly, "We knew with Haggar on Earth, the rest of the Galra weren't far behind. Maybe she struck a deal with the emperor. One that he couldn't turn down."

"A deal that includes enslaving his planet and people with himself on top?" Milly asked skeptically, "Since when does Zarkon actually agree to a partnership like that? From what we've seen of the psycho, he doesn't seem like the type."

"He isn't," Coran confirmed, "Alfor attempted to negotiate a peaceful solution with Zarkon when he was still alive, but he couldn't sway him from his ways."

"I'm quite shocked that Charles agreed to this as well," C.C. said, "As we've stated before, Charles is just like Zarkon. He won't negotiate unless it ends with him as the sole ruler and beneficiary of the deal he's struck. He's not the type to submit to anyone. The only person he sees as his equal is V.V., but they're partners at best. He only trusts himself to fulfill his plans. And yet… He still did this."

"Do you think… Maybe Zarkon's Geass did something?" Shirley suggested quietly, "Maybe he's using it to control the emperor and V.V."

"It's a possibility," C.C. admitted, "but we can't know for sure, especially without knowing the type of Geass Zarkon has, or if it can affect a Code Bearer."

"It doesn't matter," Lelouch finally snapped, "Charles made his choice, and we've made ours. There's only one path left for us… Straight forward."

Everyone in the room looked up at the Black Paladin before Rai rose from his spot by one of the pods, "No turning back, right?"

Slowly, one by one, everyone got to their feet.

"Let's do it," Kallen said, cracking her knuckles.

"No way am I turning around now!" Rivalz exclaimed.

"Same here!" Shirley nodded.

"...Right," Suzaku murmured, his eyes blazing.

"We promised we would support you, Lelouch," Milly said solemnly, her bayard suddenly flashing to life, "and that hasn't changed."

Trance-like, in unison, everyone else's bayards flashed to life. A bow, a rifle, a katar, a kusarigama, a katana, a cestus.

Allura gasped softly, and Coran's eyes widened. C.C. also looked intrigued as she took a small step back.

"What's…?" Nunnally began before her brother stepped forward, his hand traveling to his waist. When he removed it, a small knife wrapped at the hilt was grasped tightly in his hands.

All meeting in the center, the seven Paladins of Voltron raised their weapons above them.

"No turning back," Lelouch intoned strongly.

"No turning back!" the rest of the Paladins echoed.

There was a silent awe in the room as the four outliers watched the Paladins make their vow, the Warrior's Bond forging anew.

As the Paladins slowly parted, C.C. smirked, "Well, don't leave us out of the fun. We're in this just as much as you are."

"Quite right!" Coran exclaimed, "We're with you, Paladins! No point of the universe is treacherous enough to deter us!"

"Yes," Allura nodded resolutely, "We, Voltron, are meant to protect the weak, defending them from those who would wish them harm! That mission has not changed, nor will it now."

"We're with you, Lelouch!" Nunnally piped in, her hand gripping his arm.

Lelouch couldn't keep the grateful smile from his face as he squeezed his sister's hand back, "Thank you… All of you!"

After smiling at his team, his face soon relapsed into a stoic mask, "Kallen, Rivalz, Milly, Shirley. Head to the settlement and get your families. Now that your faces are known, I doubt the military will be leaving them alone. Bringing them to the castle is the most secure place to hide them. Rai, Coran," he turned to the two in question, not waiting for the latter four to respond, "Head down to the launch bay and assist Rakshata's team with our newest recruits. Run them through the Knightmares and weapons operations. Suzaku," he looked towards his oldest friend, "You're with me and Allura. We'll regroup with Tohdoh and the rest of the leadership to organize our forces. Everyone understand their orders?"

When no one objected, he nodded, "All right! Move out!"

"Lelouch, is there anything I can do?" Nunnally asked as most of the rest quickly exited the room.

Lelouch knelt on one knee (Nunnally was still in her hoverchair), "Just stay here with Euphie, Nunnally. If she wakes up sooner than expected I think seeing a familiar face will help her stay calm."

Nunnally nodded in acceptance before wheeling closer to her sister's pod. Lelouch then looked towards C.C., "Will you look after them?"

C.C. nodded while shooting a look at him that said, 'You still had to ask?'

Lelouch smiled a little bashfully before turning to leave the room himself, only to stop short when he saw Suzaku standing at the doorway.

"Suzaku?" he asked in concern. The Purple Paladin jumped, looking embarrassed.

"S-sorry, Lelouch," he stuttered, "Can you just…? I'll catch up with you later. I need a moment."

A sympathetic look crossed Lelouch's face before he nodded and patted Suzaku's shoulder. "Take your time."

Suzaku nodded and jogged down the other hallway as Lelouch rushed off to catch up with Allura.

Neither Paladin noticed C.C.'s concerned look as she watched Suzaku disappear.

"This must be unbearable for Suzaku," Nunnally said softly from behind the immortal, "I mean, big brother loves Euphie too, but not in the same way that Suzaku does. Lelouch tries to hide it, but I can see the pain in his eyes… I can only imagine what Suzaku's feeling right now."

C.C. frowned and looked back down the hall.

"Nunnally, stay here for a moment," she finally said, "I'll be right back."

Suzaku trudged down a deserted hallway, wondering if this is what it feels like to be a zombie. No emotion, no thoughts, he felt like he didn't even have a heartbeat.

Being numb wasn't a foreign feeling for Suzaku. He remembered this feeling well eight years ago after driving a knife into his father's heart. The months that followed came in flashes to him, but he knew that it took forever for him to start feeling decent enough to function again.

Now the feeling had returned tenfold. Like a huge hole had been punched through his chest. He had held the love of his life in his arms as she was dying. Bleeding out from an assassin's bullet, and he couldn't do anything to stop it at the time. He had promised he would protect her, and he had failed. Just like he always did. Why? Why did this keep happening?!

Eventually, the Purple Paladin slowed to a stop. The hole he felt inside him suddenly grew hot. His breath came out in short hisses as it exited through his clenched teeth. His vision became blurry as anguished tears built in his eyes.

With a cry of agony, Suzaku brandished his Bayard and swung it wildly against the wall, leaving a dark scar in the pristine white of the Castleship's walls. Letting this new bubbling rage guide him, he kept swiping at the walls. Eventually, this wasn't enough for him, and he threw his Bayard, still in sword form, to the ground and his fists collided with the wall. He knew deep down that he wasn't accomplishing anything by doing this, but right now, Suzaku's feelings were completely feral. He was a rabid and broken animal that couldn't find solace.

A hand snatched his wrist, keeping him from punching the wall again. This act felt like an icicle to the back, icy cold reality hitting him and the furious rage vanishing. Looking to the source, tears and even snot covering his face, Suzaku saw C.C.'s somber face staring back at him.

Only now was the reality of the situation sinking in. The Emperor of Britannia had shot Euphemia through the hands of an assassin. Her own father didn't so much as bat an eye as she lay bleeding to death on the SAZ's stage.

Now Suzaku wasn't an idiot. He'd heard enough stories both from Lelouch and others about how stubborn the emperor was, but this… He actually had the audacity to side with Zarkon?! Not even Lelouch predicted that his father would make such a move, so… Why?!

With these thoughts buzzing in his head, all fight left his body, and he sunk to the floor.

"If there's one thing I know about Charles from my years of knowing him," C.C. said as if reading Suzaku's mind, "it's that he's an incredibly ambitious man. More importantly, when he sets his sights on something, nothing is off-limits, and he will resort to any tactic possible to fulfill his goal. Sacrifice anything… Or anybody."

Suzaku didn't move from his spot on the floor, but he was listening.

"I'll admit, even I was blindsided by his decision to side with the Galra, but when you think about it, this actually isn't too out of character out of him," C.C. paused to think about to word this correctly, "Voltron represents everything he disagrees with about humanity, but it also stands as his biggest obstacle toward his goals, and right now he's trying to remove that obstacle. In his mind, siding with the Galra is the most logical choice."

Suzaku finally reacted with a hysterical laugh. "Logical?! What is so logical about this?! We were offering an olive branch, a chance at a peaceful resolution! We were so close! So close to finally achieving peace! The dream that I… that Euphie thought was possible!"

C.C. sighed, "Suzaku, what you must understand about Charles is that he isn't interested in peace. His only interest in life is making the world the way he wants it. He wants his version of peace, not anyone else's."

Suzaku fell silent again, just staring sightlessly at the floor.

C.C., apparently tired of the silence, speaks again, "Suzaku, I want to ask you something, and I want an honest answer. When you first joined the Britannian military, did you really do it to change the system on the inside? Did you truly believe that Britannia could change?

Suzaku doesn't answer right away. His head and his heart were screaming two different answers. His heart was saying yes, he did! But his head was louder this time, and the truth was…

"...When I met Euphemia, I really believed that she had the power to do it. To change the system, to change Britannia. And I was ready to give her my full support, even my life if I had to. That's how much I believed in her. But… when I first signed up… when I first became an Honorary Britannian… No. I didn't believe that."

"You only told yourself that so that you could put yourself in a situation where if you died, you would die a "heroic death" and redeem yourself for what happened to your father," C.C. said.

"Yes…" Suzaku nodded slowly.

"So… What are you going to do now?" C.C. asked, "I hope you're not planning to give up now, especially not after that display by the cryopods. I won't tell you what to do, but there are people here who truly need you, and Euphemia is one of them. When she recovers, and she will, she might have family and friends who are there for her, but she might need you even more; that is if you truly feel the same way she feels about you."

Suzaku's mind wandered again, this time starting from the very moment they shot into the sky in Polaris, meeting Coran and Allura, becoming the Purple Paladin, finding his Lion aboard the Galra cruiser, forming Voltron for the first time, and training and bonding with all of Paladins. Then learning Lelouch's true identity as Zero and the shock and horror he had originally felt, but still agreeing to help if only to not break up Voltron, as thanks to Lelouch's first attempt to leave they all learned were hard to find. All of the battles the Paladins went through and the crazy training trips Coran sent them on. He noticed that over time, something slowly changed in him, in all of them. He stopped silently questioning Lelouch's plans, began following orders more willingly, and began risking his life not just because it was convenient for the circumstances but because he wanted to. He wanted to follow Lelouch and his other friends. He wanted to protect people. He wanted to save the universe from the Galra.

And Euphie… Dear sweet Euphie. Not one day went by on the Castleship that he didn't think about her and miss her. He constantly thought about what she would think if she was in his position. One thing was for sure though, he was sure she would have persevered, even if it was painful.

"If I stop now…" he started, "I won't just be failing my team, I'll be failing Euphemia too. It would be a mockery to her dream, the one I know she still has. I'm ashamed it took me so long to see reason, but… I'm not going to let this chance go to waste."

Standing up fully, he turned to C.C. and held out his hand. "C.C., I want to form a contract with you."

C.C. actually took a step back in surprise. Out of all the Paladins, the immortal had honestly believed Suzaku would be the one not to get a Geass, much less ask for one.

Suzaku noticed her look and said, "You've made contracts with everyone else so far."

"Yes…" C.C. said slowly, "But there was no telling the type of ability they would get or how it would manifest. The same still applies to you, including the risks involved."

"I know that," Suzaku nodded but didn't lower his hand.

"...Are you sure this is what you want, Suzaku?" she asked again, "If you're making this decision purely based on your emotions there can be negative consequences on your mental state… Like with Mao."

"I know," Suzaku said, "I'm sure about this, though."

"...All right," C.C. relented, reaching out to grasp his hand, "Just make sure you don't become too dependent on it."

With this final warning, her hand fell on top of his, and Suzaku's world burst into color.

"We're sorry! We're working as best as we can!"

"We weren't fast enough! We managed to keep the news off the Net, but there are insurrections all over the map!"

"Not just Elevens either! Even Britannian forces! Voltron is absorbing and rallying all of the masses against the settlement!"

"With so many honorary Britannians, and even full-blooded Britannians turning on us, our enemies number in the tens of thousands!"

Corza growled, "You Earthlings can't even keep control of your own people? Pathetic!"

Schneizel remained silent with two Galran sentries looming over his chair, rifles raised, knowing that speaking up or correcting her would likely worsen the situation.

"Report in! Our units have been unable to detain the Fenette, Cardemonde, and Ashford families. They all managed to escape!"

"What?" Schneizel said aloud, but more out of confusion than shock as he was sure he never issued an order to capture those families. However, he quickly confirmed his own suspicions and figured Charles had given that order instead. It was logical from a strategic point to take hostages, especially if they are friends or family of the enemy.

"There are reports of the Orange, Blue, and Yellow Lions intercepting the units. The targets were gone by the time they left. We've also confirmed reports of the Red Lion attacking the Eastern Penitentiary. Several inmates are confirmed to have escaped, likely on the Lion!"

"Likely gathering more forces that way," Corza mused, but chuckled, "Not that it will matter. Plenty more Galra vessels will be arriving shortly. It won't matter how many humans stand against us. They were doomed from the start."

"Okay, let's fire this one up!" Rai called as he was lowered back to the ground. He had just finished installing a Balmera crystal into the Lancelot's power generator. Despite the Le Fey being unsalvageable, Lloyd and Cecile managed to lead some Black Knights to retrieve both the Lancelot and Gawain Knightmare frames from the wreckage. They were also in the process of modifying the remaining Glaston Knights' Knightmare frames. They didn't have time to install everything, but they had a much higher chance of surviving the upcoming battle now compared to using normal Knightmares. The Gawain had also been modified to one passenger seat instead of two.

"All right, Lancelot startup sequence beginning… Now!" Cecile announced. With the engine roaring to life, the Lancelot's system booted up, the Balmera crystal's energy syncing in. Like with the Seishin Knightmares, the Lancelot outlines began to glow a faint blue, and even the green 'eyes' of the Lancelot shifted into a cyan color.

"Oh my! This is greater energy than I ever anticipated!" Lloyd exclaimed like a kid in a candy store.

"Well, if you're a good boy, Lloyd, I might let you take a look at my notes from the original test runs," Rakshata smirked.

"'Might'?" Lloyd pouted.

"Might." Rakshata giggled while Lloyd continued to sulk. Cecile rolled her eyes while Rai and Coran shared a chuckle.

"Excuse me," someone cleared their throat from behind them. Turning around, the group spotted Claudio, David, and Edgar Darlton, and they were all clad in their new Black Knight space uniforms and armor.

The armor looked fairly similar to the Paladin armor, but with several distinct design changes. The helmets were nearly identical, but small three spikes were branching out from above the forehead (above the dip in the 'v') and two off to the sides of their ears. Altogether it looked much like the symbol for the Black Knights. The suits' arms and legs were armored in the same way as the Paladins, but the neckline was tighter and the shoulders broader.

The only other major difference was the color scheme. Compared to the white and black with different colored accents for the Paladins, the Black Knights' armor was black, the undersuits dark rusty red, and the highlights silver.

On the back of each of the uniforms, just beneath the jetpack that bore the Black Knight symbol, was another feature. A single homing device. This was sewn into the suits as a safety precaution. Just in case one of the Black Knights got 'lost in space,' or otherwise, the Castleship could hone in on the device and retrieve the wayward pilot.

They were also designed to withstand all of the extremes of space, from 2.6 to nearly 5810 Kelvin ("If I'm converting your Earth measurements to the ship's correctly, that is," Coran had said), and (according to Earth standards) were completely bulletproof.

"Ah, Andreas's little boys," Lloyd greeted, "How do you do?"

"You're surprisingly chipper considering the situation," David scowled back.

Lloyd just shrugged, "Eh, what can I say? It's my nature as a sociopath."

"Perfect timing, though," Rai interjected, "We just finished modifying your Knightmares a couple of dobashes ago. We didn't have time to upgrade them completely, but they're better than nothing. You should have time to do a couple of practice runs around the moon to get used to it."

"'Around the moon,'" Edgar echoed softly, before laughing in disbelief, "I can't believe I'm actually hearing something like that."

"Thank you," Claudio nodded, "We were actually coming to inquire about that."

"So… about the suits," David said, examining his helmet skeptically, "Is this seriously supposed to help with the interfacing?"

Coran laughed jovially, "Of course not, young man!" The three brothers looked at him dubiously, "It's supposed to help keep you alive out there!"

At this admission, the Glaston Knights felt themselves pale and glanced at one another. Rai smiled sympathetically while Cecile bit her lip.

"From the reports that are pouring in, it seems that most of the settlement has been evacuated," Ohgi pointed out from his position on the bridge, "So I don't think we'll have to worry too much about civilian casualties."

"Good," Zero nodded to everyone presented, which included Suzaku, Tohdoh, Allura, Ohgi, Cornelia, Darlton, and Guilford, all of whom were looking over the terrain of the settlement on the screen, "Then we can continue with final preparations. The Castle of Lions will provide support, while Voltron engages the Galra head-on. In the meantime, the Black Knights will attack the stragglers in the Britannian military. It's a shame that we couldn't collect any further support from the other branches."

Guilford and Darlton both scowled at this reminder. Shortly after being taken aboard the castle, the two had attempted to contact any military personnel they had connections with. Much to their disappointment, though, most of their allegiance remained steadfastly with the emperor's decision. Only a couple of newer Privates and other soldiers who were brave enough to desert answered their call.

"It seems that several of the outlying rebel groups still in the area are offering assistance as well," Allura said, "Many are providing weapons and other resources at their disposal."

"Yes, General Katase made contact with me about an hour ago," Tohdoh nodded, "Several groups from Yamanashi and the remnants of the Blood of the Samurai are being rallied as we speak."

"Good, we'll have them focus on the Britannian ground troops," Zero said, "Try to keep them out of areas heavy with Galra forces."

"Still no word from the Knights of the Round?" Suzaku asked, glancing at Cornelia. Nonette was currently in the engineering area getting prepped for the Lancelot's new modifications, but she said she'd try to make contact with her colleagues in the meantime… She also admitted that it was unlikely they'd help due to being under the Emperor's direct orders and answering almost exclusively to him.

"No nothing," Cornelia shook her head, "We've been unable to make contact with any of the leadership either."

"You mean there's still no word from Prince Schneizel?" Guilford gasped.

"Nothing yet," Cornelia said with a frown. She still wanted to gut Schneizel for his stunt on the island, but having him as an ally at this point would be a hundred times better than not. She and Lelouch knew that it was extremely unlikely that Schneizel would support this, so if they couldn't get in contact with him, it was likely that the enemy had captured him. They would likely have to come up with a rescue operation if they managed to at least locate him.

"Well, we should find him then!" Suzaku said, "If he's with us, I'm sure more Britannian forces will be willing to side with Voltron."

"Suzaku, as much as I do agree, we don't have time," Zero said, "We don't even know where to start looking, or whether Schneizel's even still in the settlement or not!"

Allura had heard many mixed reviews about the Second Prince, most of which took a nosedive after Shikine Island. However, if cooperating with this ambiguously moral individual meant this planet would survive, she was willing to swallow her pride and do it. She had already agreed to work with Cornelia after all. "If we do manage to locate him during the battle, we'll assign a team to retrieve him," Allura decided, "But until then, I'm afraid Zero is correct."

"That's it then," Darlton said gravely, "Unless there's anything else that needs to be discussed?"

"No," Zero shook his head, "You all have your duties and squads assigned. It's time to get moving!"

With this final exclamation, everyone except Allura, who would monitor the battle from the bridge and provide the support Zero mentioned, exited the room.

'If the Britannian military wishes to side against us, so be it,' Lelouch thought gravely as he marched briskly toward Zen's chamber.

This was it. This was only a few Earth minutes until midnight. All the Voltron Coalition forces and their supporters from the insurrections had surrounded the settlement and were waiting anxiously for Zero to issue the order to attack. Up above the ruins they now occupied, Voltron himself hovered strongly at the front of the settlement, surrounded by hundreds of Seishin Knightmares, the Lancelot, Gawain, and the remaining Glaston Knights.

On the ground, there were also multiple ground-units, including tanks, armored vehicles, and infantry.

While Voltron's troops looked impressive, the settlement was also heavily guarded. Not just by the bulk of Britannia's military stationed there, but also a small Galran fleet. Dozens of Galra ships hovered around the Tokyo settlement, circling it like hawks ready to swoop in and snatch its prey.

"Hear me, Britannia! This is Zero!" Lelouch exclaimed from Voltron's head, "A rebel against oppressors who abuse their power! We will wait until midnight. You have until then to surrender! This is your only warning — heed it. Twelve midnight, not a single tic later!"

Lelouch didn't expect a reply, but according to the scans of the enemy they were picking up, the foe had begun to converge around the edge of the settlement. It seems they had their answer.

"So be it…" Lelouch murmurs mostly to himself before turning to the comms, "Rai, is the virus ready?"

"Affirmative!" Rai answered, "I have it automatically set to activate at midnight just like you said."

"Good. Now we wait, it seems…"

"Um… Lelouch?"

Lelouch blinked, and if one had been looking at him, they would have seen the faint circle of red around his iris.

"Milly?" he responded mentally, "What's wrong?"

"Well… This may be a bad time to bring it up, but when I went to Ashford to pick up my grandfather, I tried to look for Nina too. I couldn't find her, though. Shirley and Rivalz said they haven't seen her in a while either. Do… Do you think she's okay?"

"I'm sure she's fine, Milly," Lelouch reassured her, "She's likely been evacuated with the other civilians. Besides with us, that's likely the safest place she can be right now. We can try and find her after the battle."

"If you say so…"

The ring in Lelouch's eyes faded. They had yet to completely test out how far Milly's range could reach, but depending on it, especially if the Paladins were separated on different missions, Milly could easily be a liaison between teams. The only drawback they'd found with her Geass so far is that she could only use it on one person at a time, and she had to say the person's full legal name to connect to them.

"Lelouch," this time, it was Kallen's voice that drew his attention, and he turned on the video camera.

"What is it, Kallen?"

"I was just thinking… We know that Haggar's here somewhere, whether in the settlement or one of those ships. So… what the chances that Zarkon's here too?"

Lelouch didn't answer at first, but he felt his hands shake slightly. Despite not having seen the Galra overlord for a couple of months, the thought of facing him still terrified the Black Paladin. The… Violating feeling he felt when Zen was ripped from his grasp at the Galra HQ still haunted him, and he wondered if he was strong enough to stand up to the warlord this time.

Shaking his head, Lelouch looked up, "There's nothing we can do about that now. If Zarkon does show up, we'll deal with him."

"Um…" Now Rivalz's face joined Kallen's on Lelouch's console, "Not that I want Mr. Negative here, Lelouch, but the last time we fought Zarkon, he nearly wiped the floor with us. He almost killed Kallen and Suzaku, and they're the best pilots out of all of us!"

"It doesn't matter!" Suzaku's face joining the conversation, "We weren't expecting to fight Zarkon the last time. But we've gotten stronger since then. We're not going to let him beat us around this time!"

Lelouch nodded with a small smile before he sent a signal to Shirley, Milly, and Rai to turn their monitors on too.

"Listen, before this all starts," he said after the three appeared alongside the others, "I feel like I need to apologize to you all. I feel like I dragged you into my problems-"

"This again, Lelouch?!" Milly exclaimed, annoyed, "How many times do we need to tell you? None of this is your fault!"

"Yeah, if your dad weren't such an asshole, we wouldn't be in this situation!" Rivalz agreed.

"We all agreed to stand by you and see this through to the end!" Rai said, "No way we're backing out now!"

"We trust you, Lulu!" Shirley held up her fist confidently.

"We've been through a lot already as a team," Kallen said, "and we plan to keep it that way. So you're stuck with us."

"I...We're not abandoning you, Lelouch," Suzaku said, "Not like he did."

Lelouch struggled to keep the tears in his eyes from falling as he smiled at them all in gratitude.

"Thank you… All of you…"

With a final round of nods, his fellow Paladins cut the comms just as the timer reached zero.

Almost like a rippling earthquake, the Tokyo Settlement rattled at its foundation before collapsing in on itself like a giant sinkhole. From Voltron's head, Lelouch could see that a majority of Britannia's forces—Knightmares, tanks, armored vehicles—got caught in the shock of the attack as streets were ripped apart and buildings crumbled, some of which took out several enemy planes with them, and collapsed under them, leaving them buried and destroyed.

This seemed to spur several fighters into action, but before any could fire, the Castle of Lions descended from the clouds and with a blast from its central cannon, and shot straight through a Galra battleship, nearly cutting it in two. Seconds later, it erupted into a fiery inferno.

"You told me to learn the gambles of war, Father," he whispered aloud. But these words were not for him. They were for his sworn enemies, Zarkon and Charles zi Britannia, who had brought this tragedy to Earth, "But I think I've already learned them. Have you? You think your Galra allies will save you? You think Zarkon will come and protect you? None of that will change your fate. Hell, I welcome it even. It's what you wanted right? You want a war? Well, now you've got one."

#fanfic #code geass #voltron

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Hello Saz, I have so many questions about your time at JIB10! What was it like when they did the 'destiel is real' thing? I got so many conflicting messages on twitter and tumblr and I'm just not sure what actually happened, and the videos are so loud and blurry it's hard to get anything from them. Was Jensen uncomfortable or just teasing? What did they say? Was it mostly cheers in the room when he said that or?

I have no idea when I got this ask so perhaps it was before my twitter thread on the topic but here:

(Twitter Source)

This is the best way I could have summed up what happened. It is the most positive Jensen has ever been about the ship. Yes he was playing his grumpy man routine. He did it for the crowd. He was riling us up and encouraging an interaction about it. This was him trying to have a laugh and joke about it with us. Probably because at some point after that low point two years ago when he snapped “Destiel doens’t exist” Misha and Jared sat him down and told him to just joke and embrace it in the fandom, that he doesn’t have to confirm or deny anything, he doesn’t have to dismiss it, just tease the fans and joke about it. This was him trying out the Jared and Misha method. IMO it WORKED. The whole crowd was cheering and laughing and it was truly amazing.

Look, of course antis are going to spin it. So are bitters. People love to have any excuse to call Jensen a homophobe, others love any excuse to claim he hates the ship just as much as they love claiming he hates Misha. Those people are bitter and hateful and project their own nastiness on to him. You ignore that. Always. I heard so many wonderful first hand accounts of fan interactions with Jensen this weekend that were so positive, some about Destiel, some about his friendship with Misha, and some about generally being LGBT and how much Jensen means to THOSE people. That’s important too. Jensen sees this fandom, sees the huge numbers of LGBTQ+ fans, sees how important Dean is to them. Sees THAT reaction from the crowd about Destiel. He knows how much it means to us. He isn’t anti Destiel at all, if Jensen was TRULY really uncomfortable about Destiel, I don’t think that his best friend would have even brought it up whilst he was on stage. I don’t think Misha would have done that had he not thought that Jensen would be okay with it. Because remember guys MISHA BROUGHT IT UP. Not the fan, not the crowd, MISHA.

As much as anti’s love to hate on Misha, we know FOR SURE that him and Jensen are extremely close (so close it raises eyebrows) and there is NO WAY Misha would purposely bring something up if he thought Jensen would be actually horribly uncomfortable about it. This is yet ANOTHER positive thing to take away from this whole experience, if nothing else, ignore what you saw on that stage and just consider that at some point in private, Jensen and Misha and Jared must talk about and acknowledge this stuff, and that in doing so, Misha knows for sure that Jensen is okay with him bringing it up on occasion.

Also remember this: Whenever anything positive happens in fandom for Destiel and Cockles shippers, the antis, the bronlies, the J2 tinhats, and all those other assholes who hate us, they get LOUD. They tantrum like two year olds in a supermarket. They get VICIOUS and malicious and even more hateful than normal. They attack, and they spread lies and false narratives and do EVERYTHING in their power to bring us down. They do this because they can’t handle a world in which their faves don’t adhere to their own bubble of delusion. This entire weekend was one huge needle in their bubble. That bubble has well and truly burst and reality is an ugly place for a hater.

Try to ignore the drama and focus on the positives. This weekend was a blessing and it was the best Cockles Christmas we’ve had in a while. I will never, ever, get over what I experienced and I will hold on to those memories forever.

#destiel #cockles #jibcon #jibcon10 #misha collins #jensen ackles #fandom drama #asks #anon #Anonymous

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sergeantnarwhalwrites · 10 months

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One song for every oc

Thanks for the tag @aether-wasteland-s! I will truly be dragging every oc into this. XD This is gonna be fun.

I tag @dumbthunder @outpost51 @the-void-writes @liv-is @leighvalentin @kingkendrick7 (Only if you want! Open tag too!)

Cosma

Greeter

Arc

Tharion

It's On by Korn

Green

Losing My Religion by R.E.M

Peace

Learn to Love the Lie by Four Year Strong

Donnie

Digits

Hollis

Saz

Less goofy song Heartsink by Blood Red Shoes

Elliot

Julie

Ian

#writeblr #tag games #music #Just learned you can hit audio limits 😭

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The Don Roman Santos Building

@ Escolta, Manila, Philippines – 17 Oct 2020

I have written an article for Renacimiento Manila's Manila Weekly last July about this Neoclassical wonder, but I believe that the write-up still lacked essential information. Upon alighting the train, a northbound rider at the LRT would be greeted by this dilapidated structure, though the Bank of the Philippine Islands (BPI) still generally uses the building.

Electric bikes have formed lines there, waiting for prospective passengers to pay them for a ride. There are also street dwellers who use the area as a shelter, depending on the time of day. At the Escolta side, the BPI branch is still rather active.

Despite the nine-storey building's catchy color of cream yellow while boasting its Ionic columns and a detailed tympanum, it remains to be obscured, being an ubiquitous sight and lately, with the imposing blue fencing around Plaza Lacson. There is also a high-rise building that hovers from behind, unfortunately.

I had always wanted to visit the huge historical marker on marble—but due to its sheer inaccessibility and impracticality to go there, I never had the chance. But when I and my mom hailed for a bus en route to PITX, it was then for me to come closer and take snaps of this marker. The text cannot be read in one standing, thanks to weathering, dirt, and apparently lack of maintenance.

I made a mental note to transcribe the text as soon as I went home, thinking that this marker details the much-needed information that had made the article better last July.

The marker reads:

THE ROMAN R. SANTOS BUILDING

Construction of this building was first conceived in 1884 by the Council of Administration of the Monte de Piedad y Casa de Anorros that, by a decree issued by Governor General Domingo Moriones Marquis of Oroquieta, had on February 3, 1880, been created as a bank of the poor. Laying of cornerstone took place on July 24, 1887, birthday of Her Spanish Majesty, Queen Maria Cristina.

The site, formerly that that of the residence of the Corregidor of Tondo and Jail of the Corregimiento, had been coded to the Monte de Piedad by the City Council of Manila upon petition of the then Metropolitan Archbishop of Manila Don Fr. Pedro Payo. The plans were prepared by Architect Don Jose Hervas, and the foundations were laid under the supervision of a commission composed by City Councilors Don Eugenio Netter, Don Jose Zaragosa, and Don Manuel Marzano. Construction was undertaken by Don Demetrio Caro.

Initial construction funds were furnished by the aforementioned Metropolitan Archbishop of Manila which funds were later augmented by subscriptions from private individuals and by loans from the Banco Español Filipino.

The building was finished and inaugurated on July 20, 1894. A special session of the Council of Administration of the Monte de Piedad y Casa de Anorros was held for the first time that day in this building. That session was presided over by Archbishop of Manila Don Fr Bernardino Nozaleda, with the Commander of the Naval Station, the City Governor of Manila, the General of Artillery, the Reverend Rector of the University of Santo Tomas, Don Jose Garcia Lara, Don Silvino Lopez Tuñon, Don Eugenio del Saz Orozco, Don Gonzalo Tuazon, Don Rafael Perez Samanillo and Don Jose Zaragoza, attending.

In 1937 ownership of the building passed into the Consolidated Investment Corporation. The old one storey building was reconstructed into a nine-storey structure, now called the Consolidated Investments Building on plans prepared by the architect, Don Andrés Luna de San Pedro, with engineer Don Jose Cortez taking charge of the construction.

The outbreak of the war on December 8, 1941 halted the construction work at the fourth storey, upon the occupation of the City of Manila by the Japanese Forces. The latter converted this building into a warehouse. In 1944 the property passed under the control of the Magdalena Estate. Upon liberation the American Red Cross converted the building into a hospital and it remained a such until 1947.

On July 2, 1952, the Prudential Bank and Trust Company, Don Roman R. Santos, Chairman-Founder and President, took possession of the building and converted its ground floor into the head office for the bank. On January 3, 1955 the property was sold by the Magdalena Estate to Don Roman R. Santos and the Prudential Bank and Trust Company. The building was renamed the Roman R. Santos Building.

The Roman R. Santos Building administration, Don Augusto A. Santos, President, was organized to administer the property. The unfinished construction was resumed immediately, and Don Andrés Luna de San Pedro having died, architectural supervision was entrusted to Don Enrique J.J. Ruiz. The nine storey remodelling and reconstruction were completed in 1957.

On July 19, 1959, Don Roman R. Santos died and Don Augusto A. Santos was elected Chairman of the Board of the Prudential Bank and Trust Company in his stead.

In 1961, the remodelling of the basement, ground and mezzanine floors was started by an authority of the Prudential Bank Board of Directors, Don Augusto A. Santos, Chairman, Mr. George Litton Sr., Vice Chairman, Don Pio Pedrosa, President, and Don Francisco D. Garcia, Don Federico A. Santos, Don Francisco C. Delgado and Ex-Supreme Court Justic Alex Reyes, Members, to house the expanded offices of the bank. Architectural plans were prepared by the firm of Messrs. Gabriel Formoso and Associates. Construction work was entrusted to engineer Don David M. Consunji.

This marker fabricated by the Talleres de Maximo Vicente, was set up upon the fourteenth anniversary of the foundation of the Prudential Bank and Trust Company, and the seventh of the death of its founder, Don Roman R. Santos.

Meanwhile, here are excerpts I verified from the same article I wrote last July:

Where the Don Roman Santos building stands today is the former site of the Monte de Piedad y Caja de Ahorras de Manila (shortened to Monte de Piedad), the first savings bank in the Philippines. It was founded by Fr. Felix Huertas of the Franciscan Order, and thus the bank was also noted to be “the Roman Catholic church’s pawnshop”, having been inaugurated in 1882 and was located in its original location at the ground floor of Santa Isabel College, which was then at Intramuros.

The Monte de Piedad transferred to the site of the Don Roman Santos, which was erected in 1894. The neoclassical building was then single-floor, with the triangular facade (tympanum) marking the position of its original roofing. The columns are decorated in accord to the ionic order. President Manuel L. Quezon worked as a clerk there.

The original Monte de Piedad y Casa de Anorros building is the decrepit yet rather frilly building from this Street View. The historical marker can be read here.

Monte de Piedad is another story, and has another building as well, albeit smaller than the present Don Roman Santos building or the original one storey sructure. Like this Don Roman Santos building, it is also in a sorry state. An art deco theater, Cine Astor Theater, also used to stand beside it. Unfortunately the art deco building is a goner now.

I see with my little eye... after the Don Roman Santos and Santa Cruz buildings, there is an annoying hotdog high-rise structure, the well-cared-for Regina Building, and the equally adaptively-reused First United or the Perez-Samanillo Building. That is Escolta Street!

I suppose the topic would inevitably discuss an interrelationship—and eventually a matrix of historical events—and that those past events and structures shaped the places and lives we live today. After all, a structure cannot be detailed merely on its own, but by how the environment affects it and vice versa; how it affects its millieu. For now, at least, with the half-dead postwar Santa Cruz building on the other side, the Don Roman Santos building greets commuters and locals silently with more stories waiting to be known again, to Escolta in Manila and back.

Images without markings are available at Commons, but since it is released under a Creative Commons Share-Alike license, you may repost them but kindly cite "Higad Rail Fan" of Wikimedia Commons.

#manila #philippines #don roman santos building #trivia #heritage #heritage building #neoclassical #neoclassical architecture #architecture #commons #sta cruz #carriedo #escolta #downtown manila #kasaysayan #writeup #urbanistangge

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northwest-writing · 4 years

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Simon Says: A Short Play

Lights down. Water is heard trickling into a urinal. Zip. Flush. Lights up on a Caesar’s Palace men’s room. Stalls, urinals, and sinks. GEORGE, smartly dressed, steps away from a urinal and goes to wash his hands. A second flush. SIMON, wearing a gaudy jacket with “SIMON” in big letters on the back, steps out of a stall and goes to wash his hands next to George. George turns off the sink and grabs a paper towel, turns around and leans against the counter as he speaks.

GEORGE

That’s a pretty convincing performance you put on.

SIMON

Glances at the bathroom stalls.

I’m sorry?

GEORGE

Your show I mean. You really have those people in the palm of your hand up there. If it weren’t for the fact that the only volunteers you ever take are young, suggestible women, I’d almost believe you’re doing real work up there.

SIMON

And just who exactly are you supposed to be?

GEORGE

(Extends a hand) George Clifford, senior investigative reporter for the New York Times.

SIMON

(Shaking George’s hand) The Amazing Simon Saz, resident stage hypnotist at Caesar’s Palace...Pisces. Am I being investigated?

GEORGE

Well I’m in Vegas on leisure purposes but I figure if I’m going to be rubbing elbows in a men’s room with one of the biggest frauds in America, I might as well--

SIMON

(Doing a series of small, subtle hand gestures) Alright, listen here “George” I don’t know where you got your credentials, but I have a masters in Psychology from UCLA and a PHD in Psychotherapy from Stanford. I did my doctorate dissertation on the merits of hypnotherapy and I spent the first eight years of my professional career as a hypnotherapist. So why don’t you watch who you go around calling a fraud.

GEORGE

Well if you were so successful as a therapist, what made you decide to be a Las Vegas stage performer?

Suddenly a woman, blouse half untucked from her skirt, steps out of the stall Simon had been in and crosses to the door.

CHRISTIE

Break a leg tonight Simon. (Exits)

SIMON

Thanks Christie. (He looks back at George) Leisure purposes.

Simon winks at George and begins to exit.

GEORGE

Prove it then.

Simon stops and turns back around.

SIMON

(snaps his fingers) Sleep!

George’s head goes limp. Simon crosses back to him and unties George’s shoes.

Son of a bitch. Call me a fraud. Ask me to prove it.

Simon stands up and snaps his fingers.

Simon says wake up!

GEORGE

(gasps awake) How did you do that!?

SIMON

Trade secret my friend. Now, if you’ll excuse me--

GEORGE

Can I try it?

SIMON

You don’t know how.

GEORGE

I think I saw how you did it.

SIMON

I don’t think you did.

George starts doing a series of subtle gestures.

GEORGE

I’m an investigative reporter, remember? I’ve learned to be very observant.

SIMON

It’s an extremely delicate art. It took me years to learn how to do it seamlessly. And besides: even if you could put me under, you still wouldn’t know how to--

GEORGE

(snaps his fingers) Sleep!

Simon goes completely limp and drops to the floor.

Oh my God, he’s out cold.

Simon’s eyes open and he addresses the audience.

SIMON

Ladies and gentlemen, do we have quite the treat for you this evening. May I introduce you to tonight’s guest: The Lovely Idiot, Mr. George Clifford. Not bad for his first try, I must say--though I do wish he’d left me with a little dignity. Let’s give him a round of applause.

GEORGE

(waving a hand in front of Simon’s eyes)

I don’t even think he’s faking.

SIMON

Oh, but I wish I was. Because what our friend George here is about to realize…

GEORGE

Alright well uh…(snaps his fingers) wake up!

SIMON

...is that he doesn’t know how to bring me back out.

GEORGE

...Simon? (Beat)

He shakes Simon by his jacket.

Simon. (shakes again) Simon!

SIMON

Now with just under thirty minutes until tonight's show, the clock is truly ticking before poor George here becomes responsible for the death of my legendary career.

GEORGE

Oh God uh…

George looks frantically around the room. He drags Simon across the floor and props him up against a stall.

SIMON

Unfortunately the only man who could possibly help him is currently on the bathroom floor.

GEORGE

Ok George, think. This is going to be fine. You know what to do.

SIMON

He doesn’t.

George searches the room. He sees his reflection in the mirror. Beat. Looks at Simon. Beat. Looks back at his reflection.

George has just had a...terrible idea.

George hurriedly removes and dons Simon’s jacket. He shoves his hands in the pockets and discovers a pair of sunglasses that he quickly puts on. He stands and poses in the mirror.

He is trying to convince even himself.

GEORGE

Ladies and gentlemen! I...am The Amazing Simon Saz!

SIMON

I do not sound like that!

GEORGE

No. I look like an idiot. This outfit is ridiculous.

SIMON

Maybe on you…

George takes off the getup and begins struggling to put it back on Simon’s limp body.

GEORGE

Good lord. This is like dealing with a toddler.

SIMON

Tell me about it. He doesn’t stop asking questions, plays dress-up, can’t figure out how to snap his fingers…

GEORGE

God this is impossible!

SIMON

Oh, he meant me. I’m the toddler.

George once again begins shaking Simon by his shirt collar.

GEORGE

I wish I could just make you stand up. Stand up! Stand up!

George snaps his fingers. Simon stands.

SIMON

Ladies and Gentlemen, it would seem our friend George has just made a breakthrough. Let’s see what he does with his new power, shall we?

GEORGE

Ok. Ok this is good. I can do something with this. Uh…

He puts the jacket back on Simon.

SIMON

Wow, putting my jacket back on. inspired! Just wait until the boys at the Times hear about this!

George stands back to look at Simon. Beat.

GEORGE

(snaps)

Dance!

Simon begins tap dancing.

SIMON

Alright! Now we’re talking ladies and gentlemen!

GEORGE

God man, I hope you don’t do this with the women you pick up.

SIMON

(still dancing)

Hey! I resent the implication that I would ever use my powers for evil. The Amazing Simon Saz may be promiscuous, but he is not a predator.

GEORGE

Wait a second. Women. Women!

SIMON

Seems he’s just remembered women. Guess he’d forgotten. I have that effect on some people.

GEORGE

Christie!

He begins to run out of the room, but trips on his untied shoelaces and falls. Looks at his shoes. Looks at Simon. Simon laughs.

When did you-- Jackass.

He quickly ties his shoes and exits. Simon is still dancing. Beat. George comes back in.

GEORGE

Uh...hold still! (snaps)

Simon stops dancing. George looks around the room, then shoves Simon into a stall, closes it, and exits.

SIMON

Now, ladies and gentlemen, comes the part of our performance where I patiently wait inside a restroom stall for God knows how long. It seems our friend George has little flare for showmanship. Any and all complaints about George can and should be issued to the New York Times board of--

The bathroom door swings open as George enters pulling Christie by the arm.

CHRISTIE

What do you want from me, asshole! I have mace!

SIMON

Oh good! Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce Christie the bartender!

GEORGE

(pulling Simon out of the stall) Look at him!

Christie looks at Simon. Beat. Looks at George. Beat.

CHRISTIE

And?

GEORGE

Watch. (snaps) Dance! (Simon starts dancing) (snaps) Stop! (Simon stops) (snaps) Charleston! (Simon does the Charleston) See!

CHRISTIE

Ok, this is a very cute little floor show the two of you put together in the men’s room but I really have to--

GEORGE

No no! He’s hypnotized!

SIMON

Awh. She called us cute.

CHRISTIE

He hypnotized himself?

GEORGE

No, I hypnotized him. (snaps) stop! (Simon stops)

CHRISTIE

I don’t believe you.

SIMON

I’m as surprised as you are. I mean he doesn’t even have a silly little outfit.

GEORGE

Prove it yourself. Uh...say something in his ear. Something he’d react to.

CHRISTIE

Uh...ok...hey Simon,

She whispers something inaudibly in his ear.

SIMON

Ladies and Gentlemen, I’m blushing.

Christie steps back and looks Simon up and down.

CHRISTIE

Oh yeah. That should’ve--yeah he’s definitely out.

GEORGE

What do we do!?

CHRISTIE

I don’t know! This has never happened before. Uh…

She begins shaking Simon violently by his jacket.

SIMON! SIMON SAZ! THE AMAZING SIMON SAZ! WAKE UP!

GEORGE

Stop! Stop. I already tried that.

SIMON

Good Lord the pipes on her. This woman’s talents are being wasted behind that bar.

CHRISTIE

Well did you already try…

She slaps Simon.

GEORGE and SIMON

Christie!

CHRISTIE

Sorry. What about just...(snaps) wake up!

SIMON

Ah ah ah. Not just any lover’s touch will do.

GEORGE

I think he’ll only answer to me. Besides, that doesn’t work anyway. I think it’s something more complicated. Some kind of magic words or something.

SIMON

You know what? I’m hurt. Did neither of you pay any attention to my show?

CHRISTIE

Talk about flare for the dramatic. Of course it wouldn’t be easy to wake up The Amazing Simon Saz.

Christie and George look at each other.

CHRISTIE and GEORGE

Simon Says!

SIMON

Ding ding ding! Ladies and Gentlemen, they finally got it!

GEORGE

(snaps) Simon says wake up!

SIMON

Watch this one ladies and gentlemen. (gasps awake) George!

He falls dramatically into George’s arms.

That was incredible George! No one’s ever hypnotized me before!

CHRISTIE

Do you remember anything?

SIMON

No nothing...except I have the strangest urge to ask you what time your shift is over.

Christie groans, rolls her eyes, and exits.

George! You’re a natural. We could be a double act! Just think of the women George!

GEORGE

Are you kidding? I have everything I need for my article.

George begins to leave.

SIMON

Oh no, am I ruined?

GEORGE

Ruined? You’re a legend!

George exits. Beat.

SIMON

A legend? (Beat) Damn right.

Simon winks at the audience and exits.

END OF PLAY.

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That Time Bakugo Insulted One of Saz’s Dad’s [BnHA scenario]

We’ve done it again xD @bbb35 and I have created another scenario :’) Still featuring Vanessa and [OC] Saz. Hope you all enjoy it... at least somewhat :) (Just to let you’s know, so it makes some sense, Fourth Kind all but adopted Saz at the internships when she signed up alongside Kirishima and Tetsutetsu)

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When Mina and Saz chew out Bakugo for his casual disrespect to Fourth Kind

Mina: "You don't think we were too hard on Katsuki?"

Saz: "Oh, no worries, we had to be honest. Besides, you know Bakugo doesn't stay mad..." Loud explosions are heard, as vases and stuff are thrown and shattered "For long..."

Mina: hears a startled yelp "Are you sure?"

Saz: sweating "I'm not taking back what I said. He disrespected Fourth Kind! I can't accept that!" some more yelling is heard ".... It'll be ok... I think..."

In another room, not too far away

Katsuki: "I'm leaving!!"

Vanessa: "You're what!?"

Katsuki: "I'll make sure they know the truth, they can't go too long without my loving embrace, and riding 'The rocket launcher'" He cups his crotch, and Vanessa grimaces horribly

Vanessa: "Gaaaaaah!"

Denki: "That is a terrible name for it!" laughing

Tenya: arm chopping like a mad man "You should not do that Bakugo! They were both very mad with what you said!"

Izuku: "He's right Kacchan! They were really hurt!"

Vanessa: "Tenya is right, and not just cause I find it adorable and a turn on when he does the arm chops. You won't sexually frustrate them, they'll have each other for company.Why'll you will be stuck lightning your own wick, and shooting off to explode in a lonely field somewhere."

Katsuki: "GOD!! DO YOU HAVE TO USE SUCH WRETCHED WORD PLAY!?"

Izuku: a blushing mess "Maybe it'd be better to give both sides time to cool off, okay Kacchan?"

Katsuki: glaring at the sunshine boy "Shut up Deku! It'll be fine!"

Eijiro: moves between the two and glares a little at Katsuki "Bro, chill!"

Katsuki: lunges and let's explosions pop on his fingertips

Denki: yelps

Vanessa spins and produces a cloak which she throws over Katsuki, and it slams into the wall, his yelling is heard...but....more high pitched

Tenya: "Beloved, what have you done!?" He rushes over to pull off the cloak, and reveals a yellow tabby, instead of Katsuki

Vanessa: "He was gonna hurt Kirishima and Kaminari, I had to act fast!!"

Momo: walks in looking worried "We heard a lot of noise and got worried. What's happening?"

Kyoka: beside her "Yeah, it was super annoying. Plus, Ashido and Saz looked ready to strangle each other with worry, and that would not help."

Catsuki: "RRRRRRRRRRAAAAR!!!" Hissing and spitting, back archeed and angry

Vanessa: "A stray, angry, horny tom cat broke into the dorm."

Denki: "Uhhh...well..." He's about to tell the truth, but Vanessa snaps her fingers, and his face is grimaced as it feels like a hand slapped his ass "IT'S THE TRUTH!" He yelps, rubbing his ass with a pout

Izuku: "No it isn't! The cat is Kacchan! Vanessa-San turned him into a cat to stop him hurting Eicchan and Dencchan!"

Vanessa: "Oh sure, blame the witch!"

Tenya: "Honey, it's not 'blaming' if you were the perpetrator."

Vanessa: gasps in offense "And to think I let you lick honey off my naked body!" Iida blushed, and readjusts his fogging glasses

Tenya: "I wouldn't be the man you let do those things, if I just stood idly by for deception."

Vanessa: "Well, as a witch and quirk user, it's a given I use deception....but alright, for you I will confess. It was me, I made a pussy out of Katsuki!"

Catsuki: growls again

Kyoka: stares at him for a bit "Do you think he'd scratch Saz and Ashido?"

Catsuki: growls louder and runs for Jiro

Izuku: catches him "I think he found that offensive-"

Catsuki: "RawR!"

Izuku: "'I wouldn't do that to them, you shit fuck', he says."

Everyone present: frozen in shock

Denki: "Dude... you can speak cat?"

Eijiro: "That's kind of cute... in a sexy way too."

Izuku: blushing and tightening his grip on Catsuki to stop his wiggling "I-I just know how Kacchan thinks!"

Tenya: stands in front of Izuku and points at Catsuki with one hand, while arm chopping with the other "I don't like how you're influencing Midoriya-Kun!"

Vanessa; wraps her arms around Tenya’s chest, kissing his cheek "I love it when your forceful, and scolding to Bakugo on Izuku's behalf! Reprimand him more, be harsher in your words, more arm waving!" She moans lewdly, and Iida blushes, and gently nudges her off

Tenya: "Not now, and not in front of them. We must focus on keeping Midoriya-kun pure."

Eijiro: "Too late." Snickers as Denki elbows him, only to yelp in pain as Eijiro’s belly hardens

Kyoka: "Forgive me for inserting 'sanity' into 'cheshire cat' moment. But maybe it would be best to turn Bakugo back to normal?"

Vanessa: "Why? Saz and Mina will find him adorable, and the spell wears off in 24 hours."

Momo: "Yeah, but what about class tomorrow?"

Izuku: "Given we have Aizawa-sensei, and Kacchan is a cat. He could get a easy out."

Shoto: looking tired af "Can I be turned into a cat too?"

Vanessa: "Only for 24 hours, I don't want you to get hooked....or caught and fixed."

Todocat: looks self over before nodding at Vanessa and walking over to lay on Fumikage’s lap

Denki: "Why Toko's lap?"

Izuku: "He likes cats."

Fumikage: "Oh, I see. Today must be a dark day, for an angel smiled upon me, only to expose me a moment later. How cruel this world is. A true banquet of dar-"

Ochaco: shouting from another room "BOY, DON'T YOU DO IT!"

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snailwrench20 · 2 years

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了解我們的需求，並設計了富有創意、前沿且美味的菜單——所有這些都在我們的預算之內。她擅長管理活動物流，確保每一個考慮到了細節；食物很棒——從美味的食物到自製的麵包、醬汁、泡菜，再到美味的糖果！這裡有一些令人愉快的餐飲設置創意，可以創建令人驚嘆的餐飲展示。戶外活動中的冰淇淋是一個不錯的主意，但它需要很多工作人員並在它融化之前來回跑來供應。但如果您使用可穿戴服務托盤的想法，則不會。展示活動食品的一種創造性方式是從您的場地中獲取提示。例如，具有清晰線條的現代場所可以像這個場所一樣影響您的展示。鹽湖城的加利文中心是這種時尚的白色設計的靈感來源。這種快速餐飲服務理念使用中國食品容器作為盤子。如果您想保持優雅，請查看這些供應超級碗食物的重要規則。我們都掉進了 Pinterest 的兔子洞裡。一切看起來都很好，這是一個又一個驚人的想法。這些想法中的每一個都帶有價格標籤。如果您計劃舉辦航海活動或戶外派對，舊划艇可以作為您享用美食的完美餐桌。看看這個活動對海鮮選擇做了什麼。 200 活動餐飲創意 2019 版玻璃浮動顯示器將所有的興趣放在食物上，因為其他一切都淡入了背景。它們具有空靈的品質，因為您不會注意到盤子、桌布或其他佈置。這些美人如此精緻，應該放在玻璃後面欣賞。麵包上放著三文魚慕斯，將切成薄片的黃瓜浸泡在水中，然後像絲帶糖果一樣四處走動。如果您的自助餐或食物分佈廣泛且平坦，請尋找機會增加。這個例子包含一棵裝飾樹和戲劇性的燈光，但你可以輕鬆地在樹上系上一些好東西，讓它既實用又美觀。從火腿包裹的柿子到烤奶酪和番茄湯射手，這些應用程序肯定會令人愉悅。泡芙麵團與奶酪一起烘烤，形成可口的小糕點。它們與鮭魚和餅乾搭配看起來特別美味。供應各式奶酪和水果的熟食吧為地中海風格的慶祝活動增添一絲頹廢氣息。它是甜味、鹹味和紅利的完美結合——色彩鮮豔的食物照片非常漂亮。雞尾酒派對的開胃小菜總是讓一口小吃成為贏家。將這些美味的食物放在烤肉串上，這樣您的客人就可以一隻手拿著飲料，另一隻手繼續喝幾秒鐘。這种红色、白色和藍色的甜點很可能會出現在你媽媽的食譜或家庭雜誌中，但它非常喜慶和健康。更不用說容易了，而且堅持得很好。您可以根據您所在國家或公司的顏色進行定制。許多活動策劃者想要舉辦戶外活動，但又不想抓住天氣的機會。有了裝飾和食物，你可以把戶外帶進來。這種令人愉快的飲料不僅看起來不錯，而且味道鮮美。只需在茶或水中加入寶石色的水果或什至香草，然後放入梅森罐中即可飲用。前 5 名辦公室午餐餐飲理念包括環保的餐飲菜單選項將幫助您吸引更多客戶，但有時需要用創意菜餚來滿足純素食者和素食者的需求。有了烤寬麵條貝克漢姆，每個人都會開心！明亮的紅薯和微妙的花椰菜味道結合成一道首屈一指的菜餚。新客戶服務為您的活動獲得您想要的所有支持，因為我們知道款待很重要。免費規劃工具用免費的規劃工具繪製事件圖，讓與會者驚嘆不已，並贏得客戶。如果您有一位客戶來喝下午茶或早茶，那麼點一些甜的手抓食物可以是一杯熱茶或咖啡的完美搭配。提供紙杯蛋糕會給他們帶來只有紙杯蛋糕才能達到的積極性。如果您的辦公室經常參加週末 5K 和慈善跑，那麼甜甜圈是周一早上等待的完美公司午餐創意。它會給你們中間特別有動力的人一個應得的款待，更重要的是，會讓那些沒有動力的人覺得他們做了一些值得的事情。多種不同的心情和諧共處——你是多麼的國際化。對於國際辦公室，可麗餅是提供午餐的創意，在假期不能滿足每個人的味蕾，至少可以讓他們遠程工作。龍蝦卷是提供午餐的創意，即使他們從未離開過亞利桑那州，也能讓您的員工感覺和漁民一樣聰明。餐飲湯鍋這是一頓美妙的無憂無慮的忙碌一天。將所有成分混合，加熱至低沸，然後轉小火燉約一個小時。加入鹽和胡椒調味，晚餐就上桌了！如果需要更多的番茄味，加入番茄醬。用中火將紅蔥頭放入葡萄籽油中炒約5分鐘，直到紅蔥頭呈半透明狀。讓其完全冷卻，然後與食品加工機中的其餘成分混合，製成泥狀以使其均勻。用細網過濾器過濾，用鹽和胡椒調味。如果您沒有成分列表中列出的成分之一，請不要害怕嘗試其他成分。湯是最好的舒適食物，如果您已經瀏覽了 All She Cooks 一段時間，您可能知道我們都是關於舒適食物的。如果你看看我們最受歡迎的食譜，它們是舒適的食物。它是我們最喜歡吃的麵包之一，無論是在自己的廚房裡烤還是在餐廳吃。湯很好吃；我根據我手頭的東西做了一些改變。我用了意大利甜火雞香腸、新鮮和冷凍蔬菜的混合物、育空黃金迷你土豆和一包洋蔥湯混合物，因為我沒有肉湯塊。為了給它加點香料，我加了一大撮紅辣椒片，幾杯伍斯特沙司和一罐火烤西紅柿。我的家人，甚至是我挑剔的孩子，都喜歡它並回去更多。這種健康的雞湯配方從紅薯、孜然、肉桂、辣椒和一絲火辣辣的哈里薩辣醬中汲取了濃郁的摩洛哥風味。為了使用商店購買的肉湯獲得自製的高湯風味，我們先在肉湯中燉雞胸肉，然後再加入其餘的湯料。特別活動餐飲列剋星敦肯塔基州檔案館也就是說，您可以瘋狂地選擇您自己的每一層變體，並即興創作介於兩者之間的內容。沒有想到它會比馬蘇里拉奶酪、番茄和羅勒的新鮮和熟悉的組合更好嗎？加入另一種取悅人群的東西，比如釀蘑菇，你就有了一份引人注目的沙拉。隨想沙拉藜麥填充portabellas 添加堅果藜麥、新鮮香蒜醬和烤松子，使沙拉課程成為主要吸引力。紅薯在這道攪打過的配菜中採用了不同的方式，將它們與胡蘿蔔搭配。請注意，這只是配菜可能性的一個示例。我們很樂意推薦其他菜餚，和/或接受您對反映您和您客人口味的定制菜單的想法。考慮哪種蔬菜顏色組合適合主菜或挑選您最喜歡的。這是一種確保每個人都能選擇蔬菜的簡單方法，因為您將不同的蔬菜放在一起。烤蘆筍和美味胡蘿蔔，最後撒上海鹽、新鮮胡椒粉和香醋。綠豆 Almandine 與杏仁、黃油、海鹽和新鮮的胡椒粉一起攪拌，上面放著烤杏仁。豆豉沙拉配西蘭花、花椰菜和胡蘿蔔，搭配玉米粉蒸肉醬。接下來，一定要復習你的餐飲準備計劃。孜然對胡蘿蔔來說也是一種很好的風味，如果你用孜然調味，一盤純希臘酸奶蘸醬是很好的補充。比薩和雞翅是如此標誌性的組合，當您餵飽人群時，雞翅是搭配比薩的絕佳配菜。

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