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foryourinformationmd · 3 years

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Advice from a Professional Doctor, Asher Nitin.

Ignore all the portrayals of life in medical school by your pre-med lecturers. If they begin a med school narrative with, “My nephew is a doctor and he told me…,” instantly disregard it. His nephew did not tell him that. He told him much more. Those are merely the parts he wants to remember. If it isn’t a recently-graduated doctor telling you what life in med school is like, it isn’t going to be anything like what they will tell you. So what is it like instead? Grey’s anatomy? House, M.D.?

Neither. Med school is more like Scrubs and The Knick than it is like Grey’s Anatomy and House, M.D. Unlike Grey’s Anatomy, you and your fellow medical students will not be that good looking. You will not sleep with each other as much. You will not cry over your patients (you’ll have a hard time remembering their full name). And you will not monkey around with barely-tested experimental procedures. Ever. If you do, it’ll probably be the last thing you do because good-bye medical school. Unlike House, all medicine will be diagnostic. Your professors will only appear to be brilliant (it’s really just decades of specialized knowledge and experience; with their subject and with your type). Diagnosis will be algorithmic, and even that algorithm won’t be your own. But you will still get a kick out of it. Like Scrubs and The Knick, your medical school will be your life. You will eat, sleep and dream medicine. Your entire social circle will consist of your colleagues. Your family will be the one stable point in your life. You’ll date your colleagues.

Speaking of dating, your sexy does not go up when you become a doctor. I mean this practically. Theoretically, I’m told doctors are hot. I can see why. They undeniably have inherent value: social standing, (the promise of) money, proof of intelligence (actually, no) and actual power over life (more than you know). But practically speaking (especially if you’re male) your dating life will not get better as a medical student. That is because the demands of medical school will swamp you. You will come home tired. Your pool of prospective partners will mostly consist of your medical colleagues. So while your newfound status as a doctor might have value in non-medical circles, it will mean nothing because you will almost never frequent those circles. But within the circle you’re in, your status as a medical student means nothing, because so what? Everyone is one too. “But Asher!” you say, frantically gesturing at me to pause, “I’ll be smart and date outside of medical school.” No, dummy. You’ll be a dummy if you do that because…

The more friends you have outside of med school the harder it is to excel. Med school is about an ethos. You’re not just part of a course. You’re part of a community. This is now your primary identity. All your self worth are now belong with us, bi*ch. There is this neurological phenomenon seen in people trying to study. When you’re focused on something, if you break off and engage with something unrelated, your brain takes up to twenty minutes to fully refocus on the original task once you return to it. In life as well, broadly speaking, I’ve observed a similar phenomenon. I’ve known three students in med school whose circle of friends mostly lay outside of med school. One hung out with mostly dancers and choreographers. One was a socialite. One hung out with the sons of politicians. They all were (and still are as of now) the worst doctors I have ever seen. This is because they constantly take breaks from the ethos of medical life. They miss out on the rhythm of life in the world of medicine. So you should know that…

You will leave most of your old friends behind, and you won’t even mind. Of all the various professions, I’m told, physicians tend to default the most on school reunions. That is partly because they don’t have the time, but also because they don’t care. It isn’t that we become arrogant or unsocial. It is that the act of medical education deeply changes you. It makes you more functionally intelligent. It makes you less prone to fake drama. It makes you calmer in crisis. All these after-effects will permanently drive a wedge between you and many of the people you used to know. This is a surprising side-effect no one anticipates; least of all your elders. And that is an amusing paradox. They anticipate your becoming a doctor because they know medical school is elevation. They don’t realize the side effect of this elevation is you will now talk down to them.

Your most important subject in pre-med is physics. Look, pre-med isn’t really about information continuity. The organisms you will dissect in pre-med will be phylogenetically disconnected from med school. You dissect a plant stem, a plant root, an earthworm, a cockroach, a frog, and then… a human being? See? You won’t be seamlessly connecting domains of knowledge. Pre-med isn’t even about building a conceptual base. Many things you learn in pre-med biology will be repeated in so much greater detail in med school that your prior knowledge will only partially help. Pre-med is about picking up mental skills you will need. Let’s talk about those.

You need to learn to form a train of thought fast. The great thing about learning to solve problems in physics is that you learn to solve problems in general. You learn to quickly identify variables and constants. Sometimes there will be constants in the problem that would normally be variables in real life. You learn to work with those too. Physics allows you to become mentally agile with concepts. If you get fluid mechanics, you can handle the physiology of hypovolemic shock. If you get lever mechanisms (in different orders), you can handle applied anatomy in orthopedics. If you get optics, you can handle a lot of neurology and ophthalmology. In my experience, the students who have the hardest time in med school are the ones who didn’t learn to think on their feet within a fixed framework of time.

You hate memorizing? Actually, you don’t. It’s all about the context. Literally none of us salivated at the prospect of memorizing taxonomies. We hated it and struggled over it and were glad when we were done with it. That was because it was something we knew we would never use. In med school, you will do a lot of memorizing. But you will enjoy it (or at least you can, if you choose; I’m a huge nerd). Many doctors will tell you how easily drug classifications embed themselves in their brains. This is despite the fact that the latter are more complex than zoology taxonomy charts or botanical floral formulas. The difference is that your knowledge of drug classification will impact what you will say to your aunt when she confronts you over her persistent back pain over Christmas dinner (poor posture, it’s always poor posture; she sits like a potato). So you will memorize a lot. It won’t be anything like memorizing was before. Rest easy. You will find it easy to like it.

Your persona does not matter. Caring for people and being compassionate and wanting to cure disease are the least important things in medicine. You need to be able to meaningfully link vast amounts of information to come to a correct diagnosis as per established algorithms. You need to perform surgical procedures within a reasonable amount of time with a decent degree of success. All else is secondary. When most of your non-doctor relatives tell you that a doctor’s personality matters, they’re doing something called argument from ignorance. You see, the world of medicine is so big and so complex that most of it is technically incomprehensible to the general public. So they latch on to the few aspects of a doctor’s life they are mentally capable of understanding (and commenting upon; remember their first reaction to meeting someone with an education superior to theirs is to give them tips). So they will talk about a doctor’s personality because it is the only part they can presume to have some expertise on. Even that they do not. Don’t ever do stupid things like falling in love with your patients or building deep and personal relationships with your patients. You will never last in medicine. This is not because the emotional trauma of losing them will wreck you. This is because you will go bankrupt fighting lawsuits accusing you of patient preference. You will feel the pressure in the things non-doctors will say behind a good doctors back. “He’s so boring at parties, he can only talk work stuff.” If that is your destiny, so be it. Own it. They find you boring? So what? You were not put on this earth to entertain the illiterate at parties. You were sent here to be a lifesaver; not to have a personality that appeals to the lowest common denominator.

I’m telling you it does not matter. The practice of medicine is life on the edge of reality. All personalities are welcome because medical school is a personality in itself.

The materialists among us are taught the value of wisdom and the ascetics among us learn to knot a Double-Windsor.

The atheists among us will pray frantically and the religious among us will find no time for church on Sunday.

The loudmouthed learn to whisper in the NICU and the soft-spoken learn to yell, “Stat!” in the ER.

The type-A personalities among us learn to break the news of a patient’s passing to his relatives and the type-B personalities among us learn to argue medico-legal cases.

The clumsy among us learn to suture wounds and the nimble learn to administer CPR.

Materialists. Ascetics. Atheists. Theists. Loudmouthed. Soft-spoken. Type-A. Type-B. Clumsy. Nimble.

In medical school, we all meet in the middle.

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prettywordsyouleft · 5 years

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The Right Sort

Summary: You had disliked being sorted into Hufflepuff almost as much as you hated Park Jinyoung. When you found out about a book that only Ravenclaw could access, you decided you were done playing fair.

Pairing: Park Jinyoung x reader

Genre: Hogwarts au / enemies to lovers au / fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: Welcome to the week of Spellbound! This week there is a lot of witchcraft happening on the blog and today we are headed to Hogwarts. Admittedly, this is a world I’ve never written before and haven’t read the books in forever so if it’s not accurate, please don’t hate me.

Word count: 2865

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“You’re a Hufflepuff, Y/N. Stop trying so hard to be something else.”

It was all you would ever hear, from your family or fellow students and it honestly made your blood boil. You were certain the sorting hat had made a mistake putting you under the badger house. Sure, you couldn’t deny you had some of the traits of a Hufflepuff, you were hard-working, dedicated and fair, which did help you achieve all that you had at Hogwarts so far.

Yet, you always craved more.

You were far too jealous of the Ravenclaw house. You had all but pleaded with the sorting hat to put you in the academic house in your first year here, but it was adamant there was only one sort for you and that was the colours yellow and black. You tried your best to still do well with your studies, but there was an unspoken saying that witches or wizards under Hufflepuff were lesser than other houses. You were the exception of this, with the highest scores in every test you took for your house.

Still, you were no match for some of the Ravenclaw students and your uncanny competitive streak did nothing but cause animosity between you and the students in blue and bronze. They had better access to spellbooks and potion training than you, and although you excelled in Herbology over many Ravenclaws, you still weren’t at the top.

No, that spot was taken by Park Jinyoung for every subject.

Oh, how you wanted to beat him at least just once in something. To top his scores, to hear the Professors say more than, ‘Well done, Y/N! You almost got the top marks in class today.’

You desired to have more knowledge and were determined to get there.

After six years of training at Hogwarts, you were done with being complacent. Especially when you overheard Jinyoung talking with Raisa and Delia about perusing some ancient book of wizardry knowledge. Interest piqued, you moved over to them in your seat. “What book is this?”

All three fell silent, Jinyoung shooting you a smirk. “Now why would you need to know, Y/N?”

“Why should I not? We’re all of the same year level here.”

Delia glanced at Raisa and then sighed. “It’s for Ravenclaw students only. It’s up to us to uncover the code to gain access. Sorry, Y/N, but being Huffle-”

“I wouldn’t finish that sentence,” Raisa commented, nudging her friend. “Y/N doesn’t like when you point out what house she’s in, remember?”

“You should be a good little badger and go back to the herb garden,” Jinyoung added on with a snicker and you gaped at his smug expression, the satisfied student now dragging his friends off so you were out of ear’s reach of their conversation.

You decided right there and then, you would be the one to crack the code on the book.

“You can’t do that,” Youngjae whined, pulling on your arm as you packed your bag. “No one has ever broken into the Ravenclaw common room from Hufflepuff!”

“No one has had the guts to try, you mean,” you countered and your friend pouted at you. You loved Youngjae, you did, but he was also the one who would fret about any grand ideas you came up with. Over the years, he had been adamant in convincing you to follow in the steps of Newt Scamander and focus on your animal husbandry rather than becoming the greatest witch of your era. He didn’t seek the world of knowledge as you did and preferred to live a quiet, uneventful life.

Yugyeom, who was sighing every few moments worriedly over your plans, also preferred when you didn’t try to outdo your fellow house members. “Y/N, it’s impractical. What if you get caught trying to break in? Their booby traps surely would be far worse than our vinegar barrels.”

“I’m smart enough to see through them,” you confirmed and your two best friends sighed again. “Guys, look. I’m not going to let Jinyoung beat me again in the exams. I’m going to do better this time.”

“We’ve heard you say this every year. It’s a huge achievement to be as high as you get in exams, Y/N. You topped all the old records for our house last time too.”

Youngjae nodded at Yugyeom’s words. “Besides, this goes against what we stand for. Even you believe in fairness.”

“Precisely,” you agreed, and Youngjae frowned as you smiled. “Jinyoung is clearly the problem here. He’s not playing fair in the slightest. I expect that kind of behaviour from a Slytherin, not a Ravenclaw. Sure, they can be exclusive, but when they’re not around him, both Delia and Raisa are lovely. It’s him who started this.”

“And yet you don’t have to finish it.”

“She will,” Yugyeom concluded with his umpteenth sigh. “Y/N always has to try.”

You set out the following afternoon during study break. You knew most of the Ravenclaw students to be in the library at this time every day, and normally you were no exception to this either. However, with the common room being empty, it would be your best chance to sneak in and steal the book. Of course, you would return it when you were done, but you needed at least one look at it. You had demanded the opportunity multiple times to access the restricted area of the library for the Book of Spells, and learned a great deal from your studies of it. If the Book of Worldly Knowledge was anything like that, well, it was exactly what had you propelled towards the Ravenclaw home ground in the first place.

You needed to get into that book.

Heading to the castle’s towers, you felt a pang in your chest as you ascended the winding staircase. This would be your route most days had you made it into your preferred house. You had heard that the way to get in would be through a complicated riddle, and that was one thing you were adept in. Your father was a Ravenclaw and had told you riddles your whole life.

And when you heard the click of the door opening after answering one, you pushed on the bronze eagle head knocker, marvelling that you had made it in on the first try.

“Proof I should have been in here all along,” you murmured to yourself, closing the door behind you and looking around yourself. Unlike the homey vibe of your own common room, Ravenclaw’s made you feel ambitious just standing in there staring at the vast domed ceiling littered in stars. It took you some effort to tear away from your awe of the place and start searching for the book, but you quickly started to rummage when you did so. It didn’t take you long, finding the book over in an alcove desk unattended.

You attempted to open it, and the eye on the front of the book rolled awake, glaring at you in warning. Smiling to yourself, you sat down and started to look for signs about the lock.

Spending some time in the Invisibility section of the library had lent you a solid set of deciphering skills and you started to make work on the code. It was another riddle, which didn’t seem too out of the ordinary, given the way of access to this place anyway. And you were so involved in cracking it, that you didn’t hear the door or the footsteps that came to your side.

“Why you’re awfully curious for a Hufflepuff,” Jinyoung murmured into your ear and you snapped upright, smacking the back of your head into his chin in the process. Both of you whined with pain and when you finally looked in his direction, he was glaring at you.

You decided to pay him no mind and go back to the code you were making good progress on.

Jinyoung was unimpressed. “This is trespassing.”

“You’re not even halfway through cracking this yourself, are you?” you asked of him and the wizard leaned against the wall, eyeing you with some interest. He cocked his head to the side, challenging you to continue. You smiled. “It won’t take me long to solve this.”

“Who said you’ll even be here long enough to do so?”

“Because, you’re far too curious yourself, Park Jinyoung. Now will you help me so we can get it opened faster, or will you have a Hufflepuff do the work for you?” you wondered with a smirk and he narrowed his gaze on you before coming over and taking the seat next to you.

“Just know once it’s open, Y/N, I’m kicking you out of here.”

“Sometimes I think the hat sorted you into the wrong house too,” you told him and Jinyoung stopped, looking over at you and smiled genuinely. It was surprising and you blinked slowly, never seeing anything more than wicked smirks from the boy.

“I believe you and I may have more in common than you have ever thought of, Y/N.”

“You didn’t want this house?”

Jinyoung shrugged, eyes attached to the riddle on the outside of the book. “Slytherin does like to have some intellect to match their cunning behaviour, though mine exceeds what is needed it seems. Coming from Slytherin ancestry, do you think it sits well that I’m a Ravenclaw?”

“I never knew that about you.”

“You never asked,” he admitted and then tapped on the book. “And I’ll humour you and tell you something else if you can actually get this unlocked.”

“Clearly, you don’t realise how motivated I can be when my mind is set to something.”

For the next forty-five minutes, you both worked together on the code. It took some twists and turns but finally, you were certain you could wake up the all-seeing eye once more and recite your answer.

“It’s neither up nor down, square or round, but all around,” you stated confidently to the eye, who merely stared up at you. It flicked its attention to Jinyoung who was leaning forward in earnest, and he nodded as well. The latch holding the book closed fell open and you emitted a small squeal, bouncing in your seat triumphantly. Turning to Jinyoung, you grinned, reaching out for his fisted hand that he had pumped into the air and shook it rapidly. “We did it!”

Jinyoung merely stared back at you for a moment before he leaned in and kissed you, passion bursting from him with the impromptu kiss. You were stunned, your stupor not allowing you to comprehend that you had kissed him back until you pulled away and saw how dishevelled he was.

“You, you didn’t mean that… right?” you breathed and Jinyoung raked a hand through his hair, now unsettled. When his dark gaze returned to yours, you saw a recklessness that you had never witnessed before. “You’re messing with me. Congratulatory kiss, right? Thanks for opening the book for me, Y/N. Let me throw you off and distract you long enough to take it from you. Is that it?”

Looking down at the opened text before you, your hands shot out to hold it, gripping it tightly before you glanced up at him through a veil of tears. “You’re right; you should have been in Slytherin with how cruel that was.”

“Can you shut up and let me talk?” he asked with a huff of air, his gaze now imploring you to listen. He was always like this, enticing you to take his bait each and every time.

You should have expected Jinyoung to do something like this to mess with your emotions. Even if you hated him in every way academically, you had never admitted to anyone that he was the starring wizard in all your dreams. You grumbled under your breath yet made no attempt to run away from him either.

“I wished you were in this house too. That’s my secret.”

“Don’t lie, you love that I’m in Hufflepuff. It’s why you tease me about it so much.”

“I do, you suit it more than you think, Y/N,” he told you and the way he spoke, you had no option but to believe his words as honest. His cheeks were flushed with colour and his hard eyes were now vulnerable as he spoke of you. “I know you see it as a burden, but you are the epitome of a Hufflepuff. You’re loyal to your friends, far more dedicated than any student in this common room, and incredibly hard-working. I’ve acknowledged your efforts to many students, believe it or not.”

You didn’t answer, doubt prickling at the back of your mind despite how sincere he remained.

“Still, it would be nice if you were from this common room. It would make some things easier.”

“What things?”

“Things like what just happened between us,” he stated, leaning in closer. You eyed him warily and gripped the book tightly. Jinyoung chuckled. “Though I do suppose, I’m rather attracted to the fact that you not only broke in here which is a hard feat for anyone, even some Ravenclaw can’t crack the riddles. But you also did a far better job than the others who tried to help me open this. Sneaking around isn’t playing fair though, now is it?”

“When you learn to play fair, I will too,” you reasoned, though you smiled, somewhat flattered by his compliment. It was nice to be recognised for your efforts by your rival.

Not to mention, his lips looked kissable and you could only think of doing so again. Shaking away your lust, you turned back to the book. “Will you let me look through this?”

“Only when I’m present.”

“That means you won’t let me take it from here, now will you?!” you whined and Jinyoung chuckled, leaning in so close you hiccupped with anticipation.

He grinned. “God, you’re cute.”

“And you’re charming me.”

“Is it working?” he murmured, lips barely away from yours. You let out a small sigh and he hummed happily. “It is.”

“If it means anything, I think you make a better Ravenclaw than Slytherin, Jinyoung.”

Blinking at your sudden statement, Jinyoung moved back an inch, his ears turning red bashfully. “You don’t have to-”

“Maybe it’s time for a new tradition in your family bloodlines. You suit being a cunning academic far too much.”

“I think you’re far too skilled on the charming front yourself, Y/N,” he mused and you giggled, giving him a playful shrug. Smiling at one another, you stuck out a hand for him to take.

“We have a deal. Let’s share the book.”

“Privately?”

“Well, were you planning on sharing all the knowledge in here with everyone else? We have exams to sit. Once we’re done with it, then we can pass it on to others, right? Then we’re being helpful and proactive towards our own goals.”

Leaning in to kiss you once again, this time you were more prepared to feel his lips on yours. Kissing him back with demand, your other hand slipped from the book and up into his raven coloured hair, threading through the strands as your embrace deepened. When he pulled back, Jinyoung held the book you had unintentionally let go of. You cursed under your breath as he laughed proudly.

“How about we drop the titles between us that we so often use,” he bartered and you stopped reaching out for the book, your brows knitting together. Jinyoung smiled and held out his hand at you this time. “I’m Jinyoung. No house name needs to define me when it comes to us.”

Taking his hand, you shook it slowly. “Y/N. But what does the ‘us’ mean in your sentence?”

“Gryffindor to Slytherin, I don’t really care what house the hat sorted you into. So long as I can call you mine.”

“Is that so? Now, why would I want to do that?”

Jinyoung faltered, placing down the book on the table. “I thought you … and-”

Yanking him back to you, you grinned at him. “Only if I get to call you mine too.”

“Always so persistent for a-” Catching himself as you arched a questioning eyebrow at him; Jinyoung chuckled as he nodded repeatedly. “Fine, you can call me mine.”

You shook on it and stared at one another until the clock against the wall started to chime of the new hour. You grew cautious. “Care to leave here though? I uh don’t really want to be caught snooping in here.”

“But you were so brave to do so,” Jinyoung teased, handing you the book as you collected your belongings. Staring up at him as you took it, he shrugged. “Your efforts deserve to be rewarded.”

You decided as you left the Ravenclaw common room, dashing down the stairs and gasping when Jinyoung’s hand slipped into yours when you were back down in the main castle levels, that you were rather proud of your efforts. You had gone there for knowledge, though you hadn’t quite expected what you would uncover.

Or what you would come out with either. Hufflepuff or not, you knew you would become the best witch you could.

And girlfriend too.

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kendrixtermina · 5 years

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An Alternate Take on The Prologue

It seems to have been almost universally accepted that the events in the prologue were an assassination attempt meant to remove Dimitri and Claude so that the war would go smoother later on. I’d like to present an alternative possibility.

I have no solid 100% certain proof I’m not even going to pretend that this is anything other than my own interpretation that’s no more valid than the other one. It’s just a possibility.

Thus it is ultimately an opinion that I wouldn’t base further conclusions on. We don’t know for a fact that her goal wasn’t, in fact, assassination.

Still I think because there’s quite a lot of interesting stuff going on in that scene that ppl seem to miss, that I want to dissect here regardless of wether you agree with my thesis or not

Significant Clues:

The Actual Motive

I’m not sure if it was Seteth or a random Monk, but I think more than one character goes on about how the Church’s reputation that they worked for so many years would have been tarnished if anything happened to the heirs. Especially when you consider there aren’t that many Blaiddyds left and even less Riegans and that both are expected to solve/end the dire chaos in their respective factions.

Now who would benefit from making the Church look bad? Someone who plans to declare war on them maybe?

They wouldn’t put that sort of dialogue there if we weren’t supposed to conclude something from it.

This might be less obvious if you haven’t played her route (though even then, you still get her speech in all of them don’t you?) but her declaration of war was strictly against the Church and their allies. She hands out papers everywhere, exposing the Church’s wrongdoings and asking all the rulers to choose sides. Petra mentions getting one such letter.

She knew full well that most of the Kingdom and Alliance would side with the Church (and keep fighting even after Rhea’s taken out) and that there would probably be calvacades of collateral damage, after all the Church indoctrinates the ruling elites at the Academy and thanks to the phony “crests are divine gifts” story the nobles depend on the Church for legitimacy as rulers - but every lord who doesn’t support the Church is one whose army she doesn’t have to fight.

When she declares war, she wants as many people as possible to either stand down or join her. Painting the church as incompetent (or, in her mind, “highlighting” their incompetence) to safeguard the precious heirs might have increased that number, if Byleth’s heroic intervention and subsequent appointment as a professor hadn’t overshadowed the whole thing.

Also note that for this to cause a scandal, Dimitri and Claude don’t need to be dead.

Essentially ordering a hit on herself is certainly in line with Edelgard’s other... as Claude put it, “gutsy moves” (Such as not evacuating Enbarr in GD knowing full well that Claude was not going to tear through the civilians, effectively restricting his movements) but looking at literally any other action she’s ever taken, she always goes out of her way to give people the option to surrender., consistently, all the time, all throughout her route (and even many of her engage quotes in the other routes - She offers to let Claude and Byleth go at Gronder, for example)

She even gets this whole rant before you go to fight Claude about how she wishes people would just stand down peacefully instead of starting fights they can’t win. (which is perhaps why she tells Byleth to just go ahead and finish her once she realizes that she’s beaten in the other routes)

She’ll mow you down if you oppose her alright but first she’ll make sure that both you (and her allies all of whom get the chance to opt out) are all there because you want to be/ are actually choosing to oppose her. It’s not like her to just kill people without giving them an explanation or a choice.

But smears and coverups? That’s another matter. There’s her whole secret identity/secret faustian Bargain thing, that time only Hubert, Byleth and Lysithea knew which fortress they’d be attacking, and how she pinned the Javelins of light on the church. That’s totally something she’d do, (which might’ve backfired on the credibility of her pamphlets; PR and negotiation are simply not her greatest strengths)

Which makes her less truthful than, say, Dimitri (I think the only time he ever remotely lied to an ally was to hide his investigations of Arundel from Dedue), but overall still not as deceptive as Claude or the Church , since these are all “tactical” lies for concrete short-term goals, nothing relating to their goals.

Everyone on Edelgard’s side knows that she wants to abolish hereditary rule and create an equal society, even if that means making enemies; Claude tells no one what he’s planning until the very end even though the knights might not follow him if he’d told them that he means to diminish the Church’s influence on society, kinda hoping that everyone will come around on their own - He does this even with Byleth to an extent.

(Though when it comes to the Church we must really differentiate between the Chuch as a whole established by Rhea and Seteth individually, who I’d rate as significantly more truthful than Edelgard since he only lies out of very justified self-protection and loyalty to Rhea (who is his sister, and about whose wrongdoings he only knows the tip of the iceberg), and even urges her to come clean in the end.)

Ferdinand finds it strange that they just so ran into a bunch of mercenaries and wonders if one of the house leaders knew that there were mercenaries.

As before, that Dialogue is there for a reason. One of them probably did know.

So who is it? Probably not Dimitri he can’t pokerface worth a damn.

That leaves Edelgard or Claude.

Edelgard might’ve know that there were mercenaries nearby and expected them to intervene if things went south. Or it could be Claude, and that’s why he ran off.

We know that he’s got great survival instincts, grew up in a warrior culture of sorts, and makes a habit of carefully observing his surroundings. Perhaps he just spotted a large amount of hoofprints or beaten muddy footpaths, and deduced that there might be help to be had in that direction.

For now I’ll say that Claude is the most likely option.

I mean it’s really like him to be a spanner in the works before he even known anything is up - also, he’s the one who ran. It’s because of HIM that the trio went that direction, not because of anything Edelgard did.

Leave it to Claude to look like he’s bailing when he’s actually looking for help. (but also taking a bit of a risk since he didn’t know for certain that he would find help). Also he says something like “Ain’t it great the gods of fortune sent us your way?” which is something Claude would only say ironically.

Kostas didn’t know there would be knights

As far as he knew he was just supposed to “kill some noble pipsqueaks”

But actually, our trio wasn’t supposed to be alone - it was an exercise with Alois and bunch of knights, the elite knights of Seiros, mind you, who are renowed throughout the land. (as Edelgard herself tells you after the fight)

Meaning that Edelgard probably didn’t expect them to be beaten by a bunch of bandits.

Of course beating Claude and Dimitri themselves on their own might be another matter, at least if they’re outnumbered. Still, she must’ve known that Dimitri had seen actual war before and was aware of Claude’s suspicious arrival.

Since she was with them one could think that she maybe lured them away from the group... except that the situation ultimately depended on at least two unpredictable factors:

- The guy who was supposed to get Byleth’s job bolted. He was supposed to be with the trio and presumably semi-competent.

I’m surprised that he didn’t show up as an antagonist afterwards or something. We never find out anything about this guy or why he ran though it coulve been simple cowardice.

Well, unless he too was a plant who meant to run off so Jeritza (who definitely was an imperial plant) could take his job - Didn’t someone say something about expecting Jeritza to get the job Byleth got? I think it was Felix.

- Claude ran for it, and Dimitri chased after him

Now that’s something that Edelgard really couldn’t have predicted. It’s just Claude being Claude, and Dimitri being Dimitri and hence, heroically charging after him to help him out.

If Claude hadn’t run off, the trio would have stayed with the knights who could presumably handle a bunch of bandits. If Dimitri hadn’t charged after him to save him, Claude’s plan would have worked without a hitch and he would have returned with allies - he was just one person, he’s the fastest/stealthiest and the least valuable target so he might’ve escaped by himself.

But Dimitri and Claude running off? Let alone all three? That’s all the most valuable targets on a platter so the thieves went after them. Dimitri, bless his heart, of course thought that Claude was acting as a decoy and counting on himto come after him. (consider how he eventually really DOES expect Dimitri to bail him out at the end of Dimitri’s route)

I’d like to stress that Dimitri’s genuine, unpremeditated and unplanned action with no ulterior motive besides helping out proved to be as much of a spanner here as Claude’s clever foresight and chaotic action, and that neither of the other two had been expecting it.

Dimitri and Claude explicitly tell us that the other two got separated from the group because they chased after Claude. (Again, if she just wanted to kill them, why not just stick with the knights and let them run to their deaths? She’d get a bonus alibi. Indeed she might’ve gone after them because she hadn’t meant for this to end lethally - though it’s fully possible that she just followed without thinking and didn’t intend to get separated)

Something to appreciate here is that while Edelgard is competent and had been planning this for a while, she’s still relatively young and inexperienced and she can only defy or constrain TWSITD so much until she gets the throne.

She has clearly been amassing allies of her own (she marches in with a bunch of relatively young, handpicked generals such as Randolph, Jeritza and Ladislava, and cuts a deal with some from the old regime such as Caspar’s and Linhardt’s dads... though how he goes out in the Church and Alliance routes suggests that Caspar’s dad had some redeeming qualities) , but even with all this and some tentative assent from Arundel and co. she still needed to make an unnanounced surprise visit to actually get her hands on the crown.

She’s not exactly in over her head, but she’s attempting to control a very volatile situation while essentially making a deal with a loose-canon devil she can just barely keep in check.

A microcosm of what’s to come

The central tragedy of the game is that though the faction leaders were ultimately good people who had the same enemies, they wind up fighting each other before they get at the real bad guys because they’re all acting on information that other other’s don’t have and hence don’t know the other’s situation.

In a way the introduction scene is kinda like a miniature version of that.

Each of their individual plans/decisions might have worked, but not all three at once.

If you think about it the way they would’ve died without Byleth’s intervention foreshadows each of their “bad” endings - Edelgard finds herself surrounded and outnumbered after he plans backfire and goes down fighting as no one else has a clue what she’s really doing, Dimitri rushes head-first into an unwinnable fight because he puts honor before reason, misjudged someone’s intentions and doesn’t consider his own role, and Claude would’ve either bailed, or gotten himself killed when one of his plans didn’t quite turn out like he wanted.

Too bad you can only pick one :(

The other two stay that way.

#fire emblem: three houses #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #edelgard von hresvelg #Claude von Riegan #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd

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regarding honor and honesty in the workplace (18/?)

read on ao3!

this chapter: we finally find out what exactly went down during the angelus case.

from the personal files of Jenny Calendar:

As this investigation comes together, I find myself feeling more and more discombobulated with regards to Lilah, and it frustrates me that I can’t place why. Our relationship is going perfectly, and Rupert and I have done an excellent job of finding all the people she might need to construct a case against Wolfram and Hart—so why do I still feel like there’s a piece of the puzzle I’m missing?

Maybe it’s just that Lilah hasn’t really discussed the potential case she might build against Wolfram and Hart, or how exactly she’s planning on taking down a powerful law firm with a handful of witnesses who are at best liabilities and at worst minor threats. I’ve seen a lot of cases fall to pieces in the court that were better structured than the one we’re putting together right now, and without a good lawyer, our two to three pieces of vague evidence might not hold up.

I hope my girlfriend’s a good enough lawyer to make this whole thing work.

The Hyperion Hotel was a surprisingly high-end establishment for two people who seemed to be making every effort to go off the grid, and Jenny found herself feeling more than slightly underdressed in her leather jacket and jeans. Even Rupert, who always looked polished and professorial in his suits and vests, seemed a bit dilapidated in comparison to the designer clothing everyone around them seemed to be sporting.

Jenny stepped up to the front desk. “Uh, hey,” she said. “We’re looking for—Scholar and Starlet?”

The concierge gave them both a scrutinizing look, then said, “Who’s asking?”

“Well—”

“Two people who need their help,” said Rupert, “and who are—” here he winced before continuing, “—desperate for the specific expertise that only Scholar can provide.”

Still looking somewhat wary, the concierge picked up a phone and pressed a few buttons. Jenny turned to Rupert, amused. “What was all that about expertise?” she asked.

“Wesley’s a blowhard who responds bloody well to flattery,” said Rupert quietly. “Appealing to his vanity might mean at least a chance at an audience with him.”

From the desk, the concierge cleared his throat. “So hey,” he said, “is this kinda thing a problem no one else can solve? Like, you know, helping the helpless?” He said the last phrase with deliberate significance, as though it should mean something to them both.

“Exactly as such, my good man,” said Rupert without missing a beat. “My colleague and myself need all the help we can get.”

“Weird you came asking for Scholar,” said the concierge with an amused grin. “It’s definitely gonna go to his head. The name’s Charles Gunn.” He stuck out his hand, only narrowly missing the stunned look Jenny and Rupert exchanged before Jenny took it. Shaking her hand, he added, “Room 428. Knock three times and say Caritas.”

“You know Lorne?” said Jenny, startled.

“Who doesn’t in this line of work?” Charles let her hand drop, inclining his head. “I’d recommend you guys get going. Crime doesn’t sleep around here, and the crew’s usually pretty tied up as it is.”

“Gotcha,” said Jenny, grinning. “And, uh—” She hesitated, then said, “This is a long shot, but do you know a Professor Burkle?”

Charles’s face softened and he turned a little pink. “Yeah,” he said. “Fred. She’s a pretty good friend of mine. Why do you ask?”

Jenny felt a small twinge in her chest. This, then, was the Charles Gunn who was still looking for his sister. She knew she shouldn’t have pried, but some slightly masochistic part of her had wanted to put a face to the name, and—it felt worse, somehow, knowing that this kid only a few years older than Buffy and Willow was dealing with stuff not even she would be able to handle.

“My daughter’s one of her students,” said Rupert with careful lightness, who seemed to be getting the reason behind Jenny’s inquiry and was attempting to cover it up. “Professor Burkle mentioned your name in conversation.”

“Anything good?” Charles asked the question casually, but there was a note of shy hope in his eyes.

“Very complimentary,” Rupert reassured him.

Charles’s grin widened. “Well, thanks for passing that along,” he said, and went back to the phones with a much larger smile on his face.

Jenny watched him as they walked towards the elevators. “He seems like a nice guy,” she said a little sadly. “I—honestly can’t imagine how he’s coping, not knowing whether someone he loves is alive or—”

“Alive,” said Rupert, quiet and somewhat shaky. To Jenny’s surprise, he tucked his arm around her waist, tugging her almost protectively closer. “Let’s leave it at that.”

Jenny leaned into his side on the elevator ride up, her thoughts on what they might find upstairs. The way Charles had said helping the helpless seemed unusually purposeful, almost businesslike—as though he’d said that sort of thing before. And the way Lilah had talked about Cordelia and Wesley being the most integral part of any case—was it possible that they might be running some kind of operation of their own?

Rupert let go of her when the elevator bumped to a stop. Jenny felt a strange sense of loss as she watched him walk ahead, and had to take a moment before following him to where he’d stopped in front of room 428. “You should do the honors, Ms. Calendar,” he said, and gave her a small, sideways smile. “This really is your operation, after all.”

“Yeah,” said Jenny, eyes on the door, and knocked three times. “Caritas,” she said.

From inside the hotel room, there was a bit of a laughing scuffle and the sound of cheerful voices. A few seconds passed, and then a slightly disheveled Cordelia Chase opened the door, beaming up at them. “Welcome to Angel Investigations!” she said brightly. “We help the hopeless—oh, shit, it’s helpless, isn’t it.”

“I did tell you, Cordelia, you should have let me handle it,” came an affronted voice with a British accent. “They asked for me down at the desk, didn’t they?”

“Scholar and Starlet both start with an S,” came a very familiar voice. “It’s possible they could have made a mistake.”

“Yeah, Wesley, they made a mistake—” Cordelia, laughing, threw the door open all the way, and her smile faded as she suddenly registered the expressions on the faces of her companions. It was true that Wesley was looking at Rupert with the beginnings of bemused recognition, but that wasn’t what had Jenny and Rupert rattled.

Sitting on the bed, wearing a grey sweater and dark slacks, was a wide-eyed Angel.

THE ANGELUS FILE (stored in a lockbox in Jenny Calendar’s office three years ago; hasn’t been opened since)

About two years ago, a young woman who is as of yet only known to the authorities as Darla set up shop in Los Angeles. She’d been working a pretty efficient smuggling-and-thieving ring in Europe, and a profitable one too—enough to start looking into expanding her operation to the West Coast. Her boyfriend Liam O’Connor came with her, as well as two foster kids they’d picked up for the jobs that needed small hands—William Pratt and Drusilla Keeble, though they went by Spike and Dru on jobs.

Six months after that, Liam began to lose his appetite for the work that they were doing. Apparently, in Europe, he’d been farther away from the process, enjoying the spoils and not having to bother himself with what went into obtaining the money. He saw that they were hurting people and told Darla he was quitting, and she didn’t take it all that well. He described it to us later as her becoming possessive of him—as though he was one of her treasures—but I’m of the mind that she did love him, albeit in a twisted, painful way. Liam doesn’t seem ready to admit to that, though; it’d make him culpable in what happened next.

Liam, using the alias “Angelus” and going by “Angel” for short, took a job as a docent at a local museum, and entered into a relationship with high school junior Buffy Summers, whose adoptive father Rupert Giles happened to be the museum curator. Rupert looked fondly on his colleague, though he was largely unaware of the romance beginning to blossom between Buffy and Angel.

This period of grace lasted for a good four months, during which Buffy and Angel grew closer, Rupert and Angel formed a solid friendship, and Darla continued to search for Liam, putting all other business on hold in an attempt to find him and bring him back to her. Darla discovered Buffy’s relationship with Angel fourteen months ago, when she spotted them kissing outside the museum, and spent the next five months planning an elaborate heist that would not only benefit her financially, but had the potential to ruin Buffy’s life.

I read about the aftermath of the heist in the newspaper a few days later: a number of expensive paintings had been stolen the night a Mr. Rupert Giles was working late, and the security footage in the exhibit had cut out right when he left his office. The police had no tangible proof that he did it, but Los Angeles was in an uproar—every newspaper was reporting on Mr. Giles’s clear guilt and demanding that his adopted daughters be placed with a more capable parent.

That’s where I came in.

Rupert Giles showed up in my office two days later, desperate for any kind of help to clear his name. I was initially a little skeptical, as the evidence was stacked significantly against him, but the way he talked about his adopted daughters (“they lost their mother two years ago, and I’ve been doing my best to give them a stable home—I would never risk their welfare just to steal some bloody paintings”) was fiercely loving and something I completely understood. I told him I’d work the case free of charge, and his response was to offer up his services in assisting me.

That part was a little awkward. It was pretty clear neither of us really knew how to work with someone else—Rupert being an antisocial museum curator and me being, well, a one-person department—but after about two weeks of screaming arguments and baseless accusations (okay, that last part was mostly me), we managed to find an awkward common ground, as well as track down the security tapes that revealed exactly who had stolen those paintings.

Buffy, meanwhile, was devastated. Angel, recognizing that Darla was trying to ruin Buffy’s life in order to get at him, had left Buffy without letting her know what was going on. With her adoptive dad under investigation and her boyfriend pulling a disappearing act, she actually ended up hanging at my apartment a lot—not with me, but with Faith, who had gone through some tough stuff herself and who was pretty good at providing a listening ear. I think those two are going to be friends for a long time after this. Unfortunately, Buffy’s friendship with Faith had unforeseen consequences: while Faith was watching TV, Buffy happened upon my notes for the Angelus case and pieced together what exactly was going on with her boyfriend, as well as why Rupert was under investigation for a crime he definitely didn’t commit.

Buffy, using my notes, went after Darla on her own. Rupert and I were already en route to her last known location, which was incredibly lucky; I’m fairly certain that, if we hadn’t reached the scene in time, Buffy would have been dead. But Rupert knocked the gun out of Darla’s hands, and I called the cops, and Buffy sort of just sat down and started crying until Rupert could come over and hold her. I bought them ice cream and drove them home. Felt like it was the least I could do.

The thing is, though, there was still a permanent black mark on Rupert’s reputation. It was true that he hadn’t stolen any paintings, but it was also true that his adopted daughter had been dating the ex-boyfriend of a high-profile criminal that had caused the museum a world of bad press. Rupert was unceremoniously fired from the job he’d held for nearly ten years.

This is a difficult file for me to write, because Rupert Giles believed in the work he did at a level few people have ever reached. He didn’t work with me solely to clear his name—it’s obvious he’s got a penchant and a passion for putting pieces of a puzzle together, and it’s clear he devotes his time only to things he’s genuinely interested in. This loss hit him painfully hard. I haven’t seen or heard from him in days, and Buffy says he’s just been staying at home.

I don’t know what I can do to make things up to Rupert. What could I possibly offer him that would make any of this even slightly better?

#fic #regarding honor and honesty in the workplace #A SURPRISE EARLYISH UPDATE.#and a mystery solved!

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Dreams

continued...

On google it was written “Collifor is a kind of disease in which the patient starts shivering on seeing something so scary that reminds of their past incidences.In such a state the patient is neither able to speak nor react.Moreover the brain stops working momentarily and the patient goes into an unconscious state.”Then DJ googled about the medicine and found that “Soti is a rare medicine which the people took in the 18th century to minimize their fear and to gain strength.However there are many side-effects which includes eyes becoming red,hands and legs start bleeding,person goes into an unconscious state for a moment and after the effects erases off he/she unknowingly undoes the things which they did in that state”.Seeing this everyone began to think that some other alternatives might be there for such disease as Soti had more bad effects than the good ones.They even decided to ask Lyra about her past so that they can relate the disease and the medicine and so everyone decided to call it a night.

In the morning when Lyra woke up Raila, Riha and Nori asked Lyra about her past to which she replied “When I was a kid I had Asthma so severe that even small things could scare me very easily.I felt so weak that hardly I could scream and react.This problem went on increasing until one day I was unable to feel my legs and hands.So my parents approached every specialist that they could fine but they failed to find a cure as the medical field was backdated then.At last we heard a doctor named Tir Vaider. The name was so weird and even no one knew about the medicines which he used to prescribe because he made those medicines himself and only he knew what were they made up of.After taking those medicines only I felt relieved.But the doctor did not say anything about the side-effects.He was in fact so sweet that he prescribed some medicines for free to my parents as they were also having some joint problems and with that they also felt good.Maybe professor is also suffering from similar disease and so he takes those pills.”

Hearing this they asked Lyra to take some other medicines instead of that which she has been taking for some days as unless they don’t solve the matter many lives were at stakes and so Lyra agreed.On coming out of the room three of them decided to meet Lyra’s parents and go her house which she lived earlier.They knew that if they ask Lyra about it she would be very upset and so they decided to go without informing her by bluffing that they were going for some field work and would be back soon.As they were about to go the warden of the hostel caught them in the corridor and asked them to meet her at the office.When they went there she told them the watchman had seen them sneaking out of their hostels with two boys.The girls tried to explain but the warden was so strict that she did not even hear a word and grounded them for a week so that they could only go to college and nowhere else for a week.At that moment they were looking each other as they were about to reach the truth.And so with a heavy heart they headed back to their rooms.

At night when everyone were busy in their rooms studying,suddenly the hostel warden called everyone outside the professor’s house.On reaching there they saw a dead body of a boy lying in the lawn.The professor then said “This boy came to my lawn to ask me doubts regarding some topic and so I helped him.As I was entering the house after clearing his doubts he asked me for water to drink.I asked him to come in and drink but he said that he was busy in some project and so he couldn’t enter.After that when I came out with water I saw him lay dead here.God knows what has happened meanwhile.”Then they called the watchman and asked him regarding this to which he replied that he had no idea regarding this as was in the loo.At this the professor got so angry that he began to shout “You idiot.Why do I pay you then if can’t follow your duty properly?You are fired”.Seeing this behaviour of the professor all the students got scared and so the wardens asked them to go to their respective rooms and sleep.Meanwhile the police were investigating and the warden asked the officers “Sir are you really looking into the matter or not.Two students have lost their lives recently and no news could be heard from you.If you don’t take the matter seriously the college authorities will have to approach the higher authorities in order to get justice”.At this the officer got angry and said “We are trying our best we can mam but since there are no evidences or proofs like murder weapon,fingerprints or anything we can’t come to a conclusion.We are doing our duties.Please do no interfere in the investigation procedures”.Saying this the police sealed the professor’s house and left and everyone went to their respective places.But since professor’s house was sealed so he decided to go to his farmhouse for shelter.

What really happened that night?Who killed that boy?Were there really no evidences or the evidences were erased to keep a secret?

Find out in my next blog.Till then stay in suspense.

With suspense

NNC

#writerscreed #creedresue #mostlyreblogs #writersontumblr #staff #writevsright #supernatural #ideservepromos #horror #fantasy #thriller #disease #medicine #unconsciousmind

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