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commander-winterberry · 3 months

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CAFÉ ENCHANTED: Lunar New Year Banquet (RP Event| NA)

Lunar New Year Banquet 2024 When: Friday, February 9th, 7pm EST (Ingame reset| Runtime 3-4 hours) Location: Isle of Reflection, [CAFE] Guild Hall - Access through Cantha, Seitung Province Guild Hall Portal (EOD required) or Temporary Invitation to the Guild as Event Guest for GH Teleport (Please let me know in advance!!)

Lunar New Year is an event celebrating the Canthan new year and marks the end of winter and the beginning of the spring season. A New Year’s Eve dinner is held during which family and friends gather for a celebration. The large dinner includes sumptuous and traditionally includes dishes of meat (namely, pork and chicken) and fish and also features a communal hot pot as it is believed to signify the coming together of your loved ones for a meal - A tradition that symbolizes prosperity, abundance and togetherness.

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Event festivity: Fortune Slips The future brings excitement in anticipation of the new year, and of course new fortune. A mysterious fortune teller from beyond shares the ancient Canthan festive tradition of telling your fortune by drawing bamboo slips - But what the Fortune Slips will hold for your future is left for you to find out. (The omikuji predicts the person’s chances of their hopes coming true, from great Fortune to Misfortune! The results will be randomly rolled by dice.)

Event Festivity: Lunar New Year Firework Near the end of the banquet feast, everyone will receive a pack of fireworks to light together under the starlit sky to greet the new cycle of the moon. Hold onto the hope of your wishes and celebrate the turn of a new year with family and/or friends. (You can also bring your own fireworks.) —-

This event is free for anyone: For those who only want to join the costume event or to lamp! Roleplay is optional (but please don’t interrupt those who roleplay!)

Event rules, Location Lore and link below

Event location / guild hall lore!

Jade Sanctuary is the Inn Enchanted’s private luxury hotel. The hotel grounds (near the size of a small village) are hidden away on an island near the shores of Shing Jea and accessible by boat and open invitation. While the wandering Café Enchanted is more famous, its roots lie with the inn as main business - After yearlong renovations, weary travelers and adventurers alike can finally enter through its open doors again.

The Lunar New Year banquet will be hosted in the (Guild War Room) main inn area, banqueting hall with an open garden area. Access to the inn’s other interior rooms is forbidden (as the hotel is a maze.)

Shadowy servants and staff members make sure to keep the guest well fed and eager to aid any request. (What are they? Who knows ;) )

For questions you can ask the Inn and Café owner: Yvalris or the manager and Housekeeper: Yunalia.

Event rules

Dress to the occasion!

Keep it lighthearted - Be kind and have fun to other roleplayers!

No public ERP or disruptive drama, please keep it to your private chat or use the block feature.

Treat other roleplayers with respect - be polite, non-offensive and use appropriate language - Breaking this rule will result in OOC warning

Please do not bring characters that oppose or conflict with the event’s theme!

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The bimonthly open venue Café Enchanted welcomes everyone to a lovely atmosphere with music, and a safe environment for Roleplay, Chatting or Relaxation. A little bit of everything, the café offers a tailored menu with exquisite snacks and drinks. Come join and unwind from a long day of adventuring, meet new people, and share your story for the evening. We hope to see you at our pop-up café soon!

Venue’s menu, calender and contact (content warning description and pics of food - Especially raw meat/hinted blood): https://cafe-enchanted-menu.carrd.co/

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bloomingkyras · 9 months

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Jea Hahn found the test pack box in the dustbin but he remaind silent untill Arra told him that He gonna be a Daddy 🤭 and they also had a new member.Welcome home Latte.

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airadam · 6 months

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Episode 173 : ...after all this rain.

"...kick rocks or kick rhymes..."

- Jean Grae

The seasons are most definitely changing on this side, and the heavens have been pretty open the last couple of weeks while I've been putting the show together. Unfortunately during that time, we lost a couple of respected DJs and producers, DJ Mark the 45 King and Groove Damoast, both of whom are included in this month's mix. May they rest well. The selections for this month span a time period of almost fifty years, from a 1975 funk classic to a brand new release from one of Manchester's finest, making stops in the 80s and the independent Hip-Hop wax era of the 90s - something for all the heads!

Don't forget - you can always get an up-to-date list of my next few upcoming streams and gigs @ events.airadam.com!

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Playlist/Notes

DJ Muggs, Roc Marciano, Meyhem Lauren, and Rome Streetz : 67 Keys

Two MCs I've seen live recently with another (Rome Streetz) I would have seen if it wasn't for work's on-call schedule, talking pure drug business over some thriller film-type production courtesy of DJ Muggs, who has constructed an amazing second act post the Cypress Hill classics that everyone knows him for. Everyone gets busy on the mic on this new single, with Meyhem killing that last verse.

David Cutter Music : Upstart

UK beat action here with this London beatmaker cooking up a quintessential boom-bap type of beat with a little of that DJ Premier flavour and heaviness - I might need to blend this with some M.O.P! Get this on the recently-released "Follow Dreams" LP.

MF DOOM : Lickupon

I went back to the "Viktor Vaughn Vaudeville Villain" LP after being gifted an amazing alternate cover for display recently, and this was a standout on my first listen in a while. The producers (Heat Sensor) work the same sample as Biggie's "Warning" but with all sorts of other stuff going on, and DOOM just goes nuts from beginning to end. Bars upon bars with no hook, purely the sounds of someone who loved to flip words every which way.

Doo Wop ft. Raekwon : Castle To Castle

You've got to be brave to hop on a track with the crime-rhyming slang master Raekwon if MCing isn't your full-time gig, but Doo Wop (one of Biggie's favourite DJs) gives a good account of himself here as well as holding down the production! A classic jazz sample is the basis for this track from "The State vs Doo Wop" which is also available on a 12" if you need the clean version and instrumental.

Little Brother ft. Rhymefest and Supastition : Do It To Death

A personal headphone favourite I could have sworn I'd already played on the podcast, but which somehow missed the selection for the last fourteen-plus years! All four MCs kill it, but my favourite is absolutely Phonte on the opening verse, with his "American Pie" reference never failing to make me smile! Focus... is on production and those drums are absolutely smacking here, making this track a highlight of "...And Justus For All".

Marley Marl : Hip-Hop History #4

Short and sweet, with a chunky and bouncing beat from the godfather of sampling as we know it today, and no rhymes - just a few words about his own history in Hip-Hop. Find this one on the 2000 "Hip Hop Dictionary" release, which I thought might be a big hard to find but is actually available digitally.

Kev Brown & Dre King : Black Champions

Tough, tough instrumental that I've had on repeat this month, taken from the seven-track "King Kev" project from these two musical masters. Dre King is, amongst other things, a sample pack producer who provides top-shelf instrumental pieces for producers to sample, and his work is used to great effect once Kev Brown gets it into his MPC. No hi-hits on this, just the kick and snare smashing through the whole beat, giving you little spaces where just the bass and keys play before the drums kick you in the head again!

Pharoahe Monch ft. Jean Grae and Royce Da 5' 9" : Assassins

An appropriately named track from the "W.A.R. (We Are Renegades)" album, with all three MCs fitting perfectly into the roles of Hip-Hop assassins (check the full version to get the intro), since none of them have ever encountered a beat they couldn't kill. M-Phazes is on the beat, and it's appropriately loud and dramatic - not something that blends into a mix naturally, because so many things don't sound quite like this.

[DJ Premier] Westside Gunn, Conway The Machine, and Benny The Butcher : Headlines (Instrumental)

I was surprised to find I hadn't played the vocal version of this Griselda track before, but DJ Premier's instrumental provides a nice bridge here between a track with no outro and one with too little drum intro - coming in hard with the aggressive stabs before transitioning into string-led production.

Redman : Bricks Standup

A short freestyle-ish expedition from Redman's "Ill At Will Mixtape Vol.1", which sees one of the all-time greats killing it over the instrumental for Jay-Z's "What More Can I Say?". That instrumental was produced by Brooklyn duo The Buchanans, who somehow cooked this up as one of their first creations and got it placed on "The Black Album" - talk about coming in hot!

Peanut Butter Wolf ft. Rasco and DJ Q-Bert : Run The Line

Taking it back to some late 90s underground Hip-Hop that brings back memories of the tail end of my time at university in Manchester, and especially the time when turntablism was starting to break out of the preserve of only the absolutely most in-the-know to the wider Hip-Hop world and beyond. Q-Bert obliterates it on the scratch as he does literally every single time, with all kinds of flaring action that might as well have come from outer space to many of us! Stones Throw founder Peanut Butter Wolf is on production of course on this track from his debut solo LP release "My Vinyl Weighs A Ton", and the all-California lineup is completed by Rasco on the mic. Cleveland-born, but as one of the Cali Agents...he counts.

Tyler Daley : These Cards

One half of Children of Zeus and a certified triple threat, Tyler shows off his singing, rhyming (in case you forgot), and production skills on this bumping new single. And he's 100% correct...he's done alright, to say the least.

The 45 King : Meganizm

While The 45 King is best known for his 80s productions, he was also the producer of tracks like Jay-Z's "Hard Knock Life" and "Stan" for Eminem as well as a number of far more underground collections of beats, like 2006's "Grooves For A Quiet Storm" from which this track is drawn. A chilled head-nodder with a straightforward and clean drum track on top of some summery keys and bass, this fits just as well at a BBQ as on a mixtape!

SoulChef, Steph Pockets, and DJ Groove Damoast : When It Comes To This

RIP Groove Damoast, who passed away this month. I didn't know the full extent of his work, only knowing his name as a DJ on Twitch, but he was a well-regarded DJ and producer out of Philadelphia who is deeply missed by many. Having heard this 2021 single on one of the many tribute shows, I decided I wanted to share it here. New Zealand's SoulChef is on production, Groove Damoast is the man on the turntables cutting it up with precision, and his Philadelphia compatriot Steph Pockets controls the mic from start to end. Quality Hip-Hop.

Dynamic Syncopation ft. Mass Influence : 2 Tha Left

Early 2000s pick here that I encountered on the Ninja Tune "Xen Cuts" compilation, but was also on the 2002 "In The Red" LP by the combo of producers Loop Professor and Jonny Cuba. As much as this breezy, acoustic guitar-laced track could have been a great instrumental, they stepped it up by drafting in Mass Influence, an underground crew of MCs out of Atlanta who sound very different to what would come to most people's mind when they think of Atlanta Hip-Hop! Apparently some people know this from an advert for Adult Swim segment of Cartoon Network, so it's interesting to know that stuff like Ninja Tune had that kind of reach within the generation who are not making the decisions :)

Fred & The New JB's : (It's Not The Express) It's the J.B.'s Monaurail, Pt. 1

(Not my apostrophe placement, by the way!) I had a bit of a play with the cue points feature on Serato to extend this live-drummed intro a little bit, just because those hi-hats are so fire. A classic funk workout from Fred Wesley and the rest of James Brown's famous band of that era (from the "James Brown's Funky People" LP), and one that has been sampled on at least three tracks I can think of - I don't know if the sample was cleared on my favourite usage, so I won't mention it here even though you might have heard me play it in the past...

EPMD : Let The Funk Flow

I'll be real - this is far from my favourite of the tracks on EPMD's classic debut "Strictly Business", but I couldn't pass up the chance to blend into it off the back of the original sample! Listening to the cuts on this makes me smile, performed by the group's original DJ K La Boss (who is still working today under the name Dj4our5ive) in his early years.

[Rashad Smith and Sean "Puffy" Combs] The Notorious B.I.G. : One More Chance (Hip-Hop Instrumental)

In a then-contemporary example of the new school calling back to their Hip-Hop inspirations, Rashad Smith and Puffy essentially lifted the monster Marley Marl beat for Craig G's "Droppin' Science (Remix)" for this drastic remix of a track that was already a remix...ok, stay with me on this. The original "One More Chance" was on "Ready To Die" and was pretty raw on the X-rated rhymes, and was then essentially re-recorded with Faith Evans on the hook with a bit of a bow tie on the production, sampling DeBarge's "Stay With Me" for radio appeal. However, the winner for many of us was taking the lyrics from this version and putting them alongside the undeniable break that Marley used seven years before!

Latee : This Cut's Got Flavor

Closing with a DJ Mark the 45 King production, a real classic for heads of a certain age that you don't hear often enough nowadays! This 1987 single has an absolutely monster drum track highlighted by those heavy kicks, and the slowed-down guitar riff is a perfect era-appropriate backing. Latee only had a few releases under his own banner, along with a decent number of guest appearances, but these to me will always be the rhymes that come to mind whenever this Flavor Unit MC is mentioned. This track just makes me want to put on a Dapper Dan suit and drive an AMG Benz somewhere. To my desk job, I suppose 😁

Please remember to support the artists you like! The purpose of putting the podcast out and providing the full tracklist is to try and give some light, so do use the songs on each episode as a starting point to search out more material. If you have Spotify in your country it's a great way to explore, but otherwise there's always Youtube and the like. Seeing your favourite artists live is the best way to put money in their pockets, and buy the vinyl/CDs/downloads of the stuff you like the most!

Check out this episode!

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gaymer-hag-stan · 1 year

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JeA will be dropping new music on the 13th of February!

Based on her Instagram caption I understand that this will be a very personal and emotional song about her earlier years and how she felt during the peak of her fame as an idol. BEG have said before that they couldn't really experience the Abracadabra hype because they were simultaneously getting ready to debut in Japan so their schedule was packed and JeA admits that at the time she couldn't appreciate the things she had but while she looks back on those days now she feel happy.

Get ready to cry I guess

#Brown Eyed Girls #JeA #Kim Hyo-jin #K-pop #J-pop #Girl Groups

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wd-ghosty · 10 months

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Dancing Dragons

Zeno x reader fanfic part-1

!Disclaimer! this is my first fan fic and English isn't my first language so please be nice.

Back Story

You are a twenty-two year-old wandering entertainer from Xing, you come from a big family, and you're quite popular among nobility. You started out dancing and singing on the streets, to preforming in theaters.

Your life was amazing despite the fact your parents were mad at you for years for not becoming a doctor, government official, or marrying into a rich family. But other than that your life was great, until one day you came home from a trip, and your whole house was in an uproar. Turns out your younger cousin was kidnapped, he'd been gone for weeks and you're family only had one lead. A couple month's went by and your family hired a private investigators, but none of them had gotten anywhere in their investigation, so you pack your bags and look for yourself.

Present day

You're wandering the water tribe in Koukha, umbrella in hand as you look for an inn, the rain is hard and loud you can barely hear yourself, but then you hear a scream. You see a girl who can't be over the age of thirteen on the floor with a black eye, while an older man probably forty towers over her.

You know you probably can't win this fight so you should leave, but you just can't leave a child alone at the mercy of some random man. You grab a rock off the ground and throw it at the man's face, you run towards the little girl grab her and run away. You get kinda far from the man but he's fast, you manage to hide the girl but he grabs you and throws you to the hard and wet pavement. The man gets on top of the and starts screaming at you as the blood from his eye starts dripping on your face, you try to break free from under him but he's got you pinned down, and everytime you lift up your head he slams it back onto the ground and you start bleeding yourself.

You fear the worst is about to happen, but then you see a huge white claw pick him up and throw him. You see a group of strange people and a person with blazing red hair, a person with golden hair rushes up to you before you black out.

You woke up you caught the amazing aroma of steamed pork buns, and a plethora of spices, when you opened your eyes you see the man with the golden hair above you, before you could say anything he offers you a rice ball. "Hello..." you sit up and look around, this place look pretty fancy and this is an amazing bed. "Are you ok? that's a pretty deep cut on your cheek," the man looks at you concerned, and he's still holding a plate for you. He doesn't look like he could be older than nineteen, but he looked younger and he was Incredibly welcoming so you were at ease around him. "Yes, I'm alright, would you be ever so kind and tell me where I am?" "Oh you're in the water tribe..." it takes him a couple seconds to realize what he said, "Oh! Your in Riri's house, she's the daughter of the water tribe chief and his friends with us."

As the yellow boy talks to me another person walks in the room, "Zeno i told you to call me when they wake up! Hi I'm yun, it's your cheek ok?" "Yes it is, thank you." Yun walks up to you to re-bandage the scar, "how did you find me, and why did you help me?" Yun and Zeno both look at you surprised by the question, and all three of guy are collectively confused. "What did you mean why did we save you? You needed help so we helped." Zeno added, "Oh, the little girl asked up for help, then Jea-Ha took her home." you look relived and try to get up out of bed but Zeno loops hid arms around her shoulders. "You've been asleep for three days, Zeno doesn't think it's good for you to get up yet."

It takes you quite some time to register what he said, "Three days! I-i need to go!" You rush out if need grab your bags and into the hallway as Zeno and Yun run after you. "Wait come back!" Yun screams at you and you run into the garden trying to get out but you bump into a guy with green hair, "oh, hello there, and whom might i owe the pleasure." He holds your hand and kisses it, uni get quite flustered and confused by this romantic gesture some random man just greated you with. "Hello, Hi, I'm Y/N and I'm just about to be gone." As you try to exit out the garden door a man with pale skin and hair for in your way, "aren't you the girl we found in the streets? Should you be out yet, I thought Yun and Zeno were watching you?" As you try to get away from them Zeno grabs you by the waist "Hey you can't go yet, Zeno doesn't want you to!" you're overwhelmed by this and when you finally break free you see a guy with a weird mask and a bunch of fur. at the point you're surrounded, but then the person with the red hair comes around and tells them to back off, "Hi I'm Yona, sorry about these guys they can get... curious, what is your name?" At this point you're irritated and you just want to leave, but you dust yourself off and tell her your name. "I'm Y/N." "Common let's go to a more quiet spot." She lead you to a gazebo with three other girls two with black hair one blonde, "Riri she woke up!" One of the girls rushes over to you and asks if you're ok and they sit you down at the table and you explain everything. You've been talking with the girls for hours enjoying yourself, and forgot all of your problems until Petra asks you a question, "Y/N you said you're a traveling entertainer correct?" You replied with, "Yes, why do you ask?" "I just wanted to know who in Koukha booked you for a show?" You take a second to process what she said and you remember why you came here.

"Actually I was heading to Sen Province, my younger cousin was kidnapped, and the only peice of evidence we have is an address with Sen province under it. THAT'S IT NO NAME, NO MET UP PLACE, NO RANSOM JUST THIS!" You start to tear up in anger, confusion, and frustration. "It's so frustrating, I don't even know what to expect what if he's already dead what if I'm too late! I don't know what to do, but if I don't try, if I dint get there fast enough I have no doubt in my mind he will be gone. Thank you for helping me but I must take my leave." You grab you bag and start to head out but Yona says something unexpected, "me and the dragons will help you find him, you said going alone might be dangerous but you'll be safe with us."

Your shocked by this, the fact a group of random people are willing to help you is baffling. "I-i don't even know you, why wigs you want to help me... TWICE?" She grabs you by your hands "we're friends now and you need to get your cousin back so we'll help." "Thank you Yona... you don't know what this means for me, I- I can't describe what this means to me."

The next day you and the rest of the happy hungry bunch left for Sen province, as you all walk through the forest and the mountains you get to know all of them. You all become great friends, and the trip is supposed to take a three on foot but everything is going great so far. The group stopped in a clearing and set up camp when it was late, after everything was fine you decided to go on a walk. As you were walking through the forest you find a flower field, the flowers ranged from lavender, baby's breath, and chrysanthemums, the beautiful colors mixed with the sunset is almost euphoric. You take off you cape put it on the ground and layed down, you have hope that you'll find your cousin and get back to Xing so fast you'll barely remember what happened between. You start to doze off but you hear something coming up, you think it's a bunny so you don't mind until that thing... lays next to you. You open your eyes and jump up in shock, you look down and you see Zeno laying next to you. "Did I scare ya?" He looks at you with a cheeky smile plastered on his face, "Zeno don't do that, my soul almost left by body!" You were kinda angy quickly calm down and lay back down, "so why'd you come out? Me personally I was just bored". Zeno turns to his side and faces you, "Do you ever think of death, do you ever wonder who, or what is waiting for you on the other side?"

You look at him shocked by the question, "I haven't thought that far, no matter what you believe in I don't think death is something you should be scared of." Zeno looks at you then looks but at the sky, "elaborate, you aren't scared of death. If I were to stab you, you'd be fine with that?" You're dumbfounded by that reply, Zeno is a cute little kid... well not little but he doesn't usually talk like this.

"That's not what I meant. Death is as natural as birth, death itself isn't scary is the way you die. If you pass in a comfortable bed surrounded by your loved ones that's a good death, but if you're murdered, burned, or suffocated, that's a bad death." You try to think of words to further explain, but Zeno says something before you do, "i get that, you don't need to explain yourself," you and Zeno both just may Duan and enjoy life together, but even you opened your eyes the beautiful red sunset turn into a black sky full of stars. You look around and see Zeno laying next to you looking at the stars, "oh your awake you've been asleep for awhile, don't get me wrong if love to stay here with you but we be better off with everyone else." Zeno stands up and holds his hands out for you, you grab them and the two of you walk back to camp, "how long did you wait for me?" You asked Zeno a question you beloved was stupid to try and fill the awkward quite walk back, "probably two hours..." you ask Zeno "what did you say? Two hours why didn't you just she me up?" Zeno grabs your hand and continues to walk with you,

"I fell asleep as well, but I woke up two hours before you do is fine... Why do you care so much about inconveniencing other people, even if it causes you a problem? You were about to leave by yourself until the princess said well accompany you, why is it so hard for you to ask for help?" You stop dead in your tracks and stare daggers at Zeno, "What the hell did you just say to me! You barely even know me, I don't have to explain anything to you!" You're obviously insulted by his question "I know how to ask for help but..." You take a moment to think about what he said it was Incredibly hard for you to ask for help when you need it, he's only known you for a matter of four days you were asleep for three of them and he can still tell. "So what, it's better I do things myself, if I ask someone else to do it I'll be disappointed. It's not even that big of a deal, so getting help isn't Worth it."

Zeno grabs your hands, and placed his forehead on yours, "I have a good feeling about you, don't be scared to ask me for anything. Ok." It's too dark to see but you can feel Zeno next to you, you tighten your grip on his hands and take a deep breath, "Ok... let's go back" Zeno smile and leads you back to camp.

When you two get back to camp you see Hak and Jae-Ha talking by the fire, "where have you two been?" Jae-Ha asks with a smug look in his face while Hak is side eyeing him, "I fell asleep in a flower field, Zeno found me and waited until I woke up." You go into the tent you're sharing with Yona and Yun, when you get in your sleeping bag you can't stop thinking of Zeno, he was so warm and comforting, but at the same time you were in edge around him. Zeno is... something, but I wonder where his parents are and why they'd let a seventeen year-old go away with a strange group of people, you wonder so many things about all of them but for now you'll wait until the time is right.

#akatsuki no yona #yona of the dawn #kuro zeno #son hak #ryokuryuu jaeha #hakuryuu kija #shin ae yoo #manga #anime #fanfiction #fanfic #zenoxreader #hak x yona #aka zeno #artists on tumblr #reading #writers on tumblr #y/n #Spotify

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guildwarsgirl · 1 year

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My own lore for Shiro Tagachi (PART 3):

Hey, it’s been a while. So, I’m back from hiatus to continue my weird ass non-logical posts about my own personal for Shiro Tagachi and his entire family (Yes, this will include Guild Wars 2).

When last we left off, Shiro had somehow managed to get Sarah Natsuko, the widow of Dante Natsuko, pregnant with his child. How that came to be, through magic or sheer will, we do not know. We may never know, honestly, but hey, whatever. Let’s just fucking roll with it at this point, this entire canon of mine has no logic whatsoever.

So, Shiro confesses to Sarah that he did all this because not only does she deserve to be treated with respect, but also because he’s fallen in love with her. Sarah confesses that she does feel the same, but she wants to get to know the real him, and not have him practically pose as her dead husband. He agrees to do so, then they make a plan.

Because she is now pregnant with his child, as allying or being affiliated with the Betrayer of Cantha in any way, shape or form is punishable by death, Sarah and Shiro must flee. Word of Dante’s death had already begun to spread, and his widow knew she couldn’t hide. Thus, she packed her bags and hit the road, with Shiro in tow.

Shiro was able to hide himself from view of everyone, except for those who are Weh no Su, also known as “Closer to the Stars.” Becoming Weh no Su allows one to see the spirits of the dead, even if they are hiding from mortal eyes, as well as becoming capable of entering the Realms of the Gods and learning new secondary professions. Sarah was one of those, having become Weh no Su after she had graduated from Shing Jea Monastery.

Within four months, the forbidden lovers had gotten to know each other, and grown close while making a trek through the mountains south of Kaineng City. Since Shiro was pure spirit, he didn’t have to worry about eating or sleeping, and instead kept the mother of his child safe and warm, even fishing daily to make sure she always had something to eat, especially when the rations ran out.

Eventually, they stumbled across a large estate in the mountains, owned by Cantha’s Minister of War, Wona Yurigi.

Shiro had to persuade the gate guards to let them in, lest Sarah freeze to death. It’s obvious Wona wasn’t going to be happy about this...

This concludes Part 3. I will pick it up probably next Saturday.

#guild wars 1 #guild wars factions #shiro tagachi #sarah natsuko #minister wona yurigi #my ocs #gw1 npcs #my lore

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lilaceas · 1 year

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vlada roslyakova's clothing fitting in actual days

i. neon flowers

as if clothes fits in flowery & they petals while fade in grace upon skies & nor heaven aren't such a horrible angel thing rarest from all are quite understandable along runway & before problem they first years of walking to the gas station usually opening pack of cigarettes that never smokes at alll come at such a deep loss of her being so ethereal that every jump cross the line of insanity of something we cared for such as more & more pleasant than beauty of ashes down lights & loud song at afterparties while she goes away removing her baby lips baby eyelashes baby cheeks

or at one time when cared much about. loses to buying cheap wardrobes with smell of nicotine & alright would venture trips down orlando to guess whose bathroom sink was the best that your recovery skinny & smarty has come fun & fireworks every night possibly the 12-step process. the way she pose of coping blew with things her work showed un-copable & protection only when she had sex with rich women without predication love for runway the help of something stranger not as a teenager dose addiction & dizzy haze in all true recovery happens rationally magic appeal relationally, in cause of secretely being too sexy nymph

but you already know that. know enough her secrets about how we find nothing lasts in silently even you to know after morning in all of these years of jeas & nude lipsticks

of following her work, & that obsession with high couture the more love her first language shows when she spits & you take

into yourself on outside the inside,

the less anxiety will be such a cum whore for clients. one time wasn't enough even sure dior & versace you see she going on that dress were going to make in try her bjd turn back to make it for agency she was up into

through years of modelling & photography to the next day back then,

& they did & she now look at you.

you struggled beauty;

but you aren't honestly smarty buy me coke & cherry i give you in let death romanticize us let your wings fold i'll cut away to you & lasts forever

& honesty is fairy games dressed up it became invited by classic comes to getting well. have always dreamed been on hard covers of bookish & brightly so very blatantly honest since day gone & we loved it.

even more fitting was delicate such gracious manner than your physical beauty & mystery of never talking to do not have to put on lipstick once a time when the babydolls perfectly placed on her hip bones

she believe it to be last one at least if when i will be thirty two then cancelling shows your greatest asset on the fucked up drama with it will overcome i'm going to be married all these difficult things & stained glass.

ii. selfish

energy radiates her amazing body traces of three years looking by three days in front of mirrors my body she almost say with celestial tones of our signatures & more alive than ever been just like other girls that followed her everywhere & started missing ballet when surrendering to awe & doses of cocktails wonder so high she flies at any costs of jackets pink & blue & yellow so clear she belong everywhere but in heart of other men the same energy her way of curves tell to my younger self fearlessly did i broke her ankle something hidden about that lovely glimmer has destroyed & left yet, may never leave awhile sex doesn't make you rich but can pay an entire macaroon box memories still have flavors as that & mornings with an ex boyfriend lake owner of flakes in a cereal box & a jar milk only

or years & years of hard work later she dreamed in see a cloth & share with a city girl because a small town girl already had that exactly piece when a fried hangover cure lollipop hip hop restores her each month & fifty bucks its esculent flashbacks she depirting to miami a cell in the skin of her innocent not too innocent looks beaten feather in the floor while her mistakes new mediocrity.

iii. glitter

anymore

anymore-or at?

iv. medic

stop her.

v. light is gone

silly when the hidden not okay never gave permission to herself cops arrive if she glows sitting on the couch naked & ballet shoes apackage of cinderella & snow white lightners laughter aching jaws. asks where my wallet is? drop that motherfucking money we can take you back russian gallery she ask, where my boyfriend is? they laugh. say mushrooms are sweet & fruity & all bad.

brought me back to the date we met when she was a eighteen ballerina so we can endure by calling three times a sec

hospital to deal with the

real killer...

vi. drama

4-fit-underground.

back in hospitalization.

vii. glitter

setting out in the lefting airplane i think i saw a boat. what can possibly means seriously remain?

bring me back to fruit of the wild rose & heartless show of chooses on heels when thirsty? hpnotica?

these little foot are

petal & glorious sucessful stem

—maintenance alcoholic dom & strangers offering me more coffee into fields of cocaine & friends into customers.

only forgivable thing: snow catches on my sister eyelashes blessed blessing bliss is undressed

with out

caution.

#writing

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mystery-salad · 2 years

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Marjory Looking Back: Part 1

Arborstone: Marjory: Commander! Don't you look rested. I see the lack of Elder Dragon threats is treating you well. I've been thinking. Kas is pretty wrapped up with organizing Jennah and the empress's meeting… Thought I'd take a little bit of…me time. For once. Belinda, she…she told me a thousand stories about our family. Here. Where they lived, what they did. I'd like to see Cantha through her eyes. Starting with Old Kaineng; the Sumalees' ancestral home. Our family. …And Taimi said a little meditation and personal reflection would be "healthy."

Kaineng Ruins: Marjory: They lived here, a long time ago. PC: Your family? Marjory: The Sumalees, yes. Long before the Zhaitan disaster. Belinda said that they were traders… Good ones, too. They worked with the Luxons to establish trade routes all throughout Cantha.

Cobble Ward: Marjory: I can't imagine growing up in Cantha. It's so different from Kryta, but…there's also something very comforting about being here. Serene. If my family had never left, who knows where we'd be today. PC: Ever see yourself moving here? Marjory: O-oh! I couldn't… We couldn't. Kas is just starting her days as a Krytan ambassador, our families are back in Divinity's Reach… I… I don't know. PC: Something to think about.

Jade Monument: Marjory: Belinda would have loved learning about Soo-Won… She would have loved ALL of this. I can just imagine seeing her face, walking through the streets of New Kaineng… Seeing all the jade tech. Taking it in. PC: I couldn't blame her– it's a pretty amazing sight. Marjory: Dad gave her one of our great-great-great-great-nan's journals. Jamie. She was only five when they made the trip over to Kryta. Belinda read it over and over again… She could recite every page. PC: Oh yeah? Did you ever read it? Marjory: Belinda read it to me. Stories about how the city stretched for miles, packed in tight with millions of people from all over. To think that all of that is…gone, and to see what it became. PC: The world has suffered enough.

Intermission: Marjory: I didn't really care about this stuff when we were kids– Cantha, our family history. It didn't feel relevant. Belinda did. Dug up every story she could. Asked every question. Annoyed the hell out of Mireille. If she knew we were here now… She'd punch a hole through a wall! I loved her stories, but I never really showed her that. Not enough, at least. Next stop: Shingle Jea. The Sumalees started their new lives there– after Kaineng.

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #marjory delaqua #marjory #gw2 end of dragons #eod spoilers #marjory looking back

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lunarimagines · 4 years

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JEALOUS!YOONGI

@kimtaehyung--95 said: Can you,do a jealous Yoongi !

A/N: thank you so much for the request! I am so, so, sorry it took me so long to get to it :(

a jealous yoongi is a pouty and stubborn yoongi

he didn’t even know why he was jealous in the first place

maybe it was the way hoseok made you laugh or the way you leaned closer to him to speak to him over the speakers blaring music in the practice room

it made his stomach drop and his heart speed up

did he do anything? no

would he ever admit he was jealous? not until hell froze over

yoongi had his pride but he was also embarrassed at himself

so he sulked, making his frame appear small and you could have sworn you saw a stormcloud over his head

when yoongi was allowed to leave the studio for the night you had already packed up and looped your arm through his in anticipation of spending a night off laying in the warm embrace of your boyfriend or having him in your arms

instead, yoongi was stiff as the two of you walked to his car

the ride home was silent minus the occasional click of the car’s blinker and the soft hum of the engine

it made you antsy

yoongi was clenching his jaw, his eyes focused forward

(and by god that was the hottest thing you’d seen him do in a while… the way his cheeks sucked in slightly and his jawline became more pronounced…)

when you tried to talk all you got in response was “hmm” and “uhuh”

yoongi simply didn’t trust himself to not betray how upset with himself he was

moron

all he was doing was making you upset and worried you’d done something wrong or forgotten something important

when you got into your shared apartment you grabbed his arm to stop him from taking off his shoes and look at you

“did I do something that made you upset? I want to know so I can apologize…” you started slowly

if there was one thing you knew it was not to rush yoongi and to stay calm to have adult conversations with him

because he could be PETTY with a capital every letter

he could only sigh as he looked at you, his eyes wandering as he looked from your eyes to your mouth - which was turned down in a concerned frown - to your hand holding onto his arm to his feet and back up again

“it’s not you-”

“I swear to god, yoongi, if you say ‘it’s me’ I will tell the others about the time you cried when you were drunk and telling me ‘I love you so much Y/N-’”

yoongi couldn’t help but laugh nervously before amending his statement

“what I mean is I feel stupid because I got jea- jeal- god I can’t even say it… Igotjealousofyouandhoseok”

now is not the time to laugh, you know that

but he’s cute and he looks so concerned

“yoongi... you don’t have to apologize for having human feelings”

he looks so relieved you can’t help but lean forward and press a soft kiss to his lips, you hand rubbing his arm slowly as he slides his arms around your hips

“I’m also sorry for ignoring you…” yoongi said between soft kisses “I felt ridiculous”

you smiled into the kiss

“I’ll forgive you on one condition… I get to be the big spoon”

“...deal”

#bts reactions #bts imagines #bts scenarios #yoongi reaction #yoongi imagine #yoongi scenarios #suga reaction #suga imagine #suga scenarios #kpop reactions #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop #bts #suga #yoongi #myimagines

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Science And Chemistry - Chapter One (LA To Las Vegas)

Summary: Everything seems to be going wrong for Kate, and all she wants to do is disappear and put her past behind her, but one phone call can change it all and offer her a fresh start.

Word Count: 1,371

Warnings: Sarcasm (Does that need to be a warning?)

Kate came back to her motel room, the place she’d hardly call a home after having to give up her apartment. She plopped herself in a worn down chair and put her feet up on the table. The clock on the wall in front of her told her it was almost one in the morning. Somehow her Saturday night had taken her all the way to Sunday morning. She was completely screwed. To be fair, she knew it would catch up with her eventually. All of it. She sighed deeply as she pressed her fingers to her temples. She felt a wicked headache coming on.

Where she’d go from here, she hadn’t a clue. She’d made several bad choices during her time here in California. Too many women, not enough sleep, and one case that she was far too desperate to solve. That was the one that had really bit her in the ass. She'd have to pack, which was a joke because what could she possibly want to take from this place? Her plants, pressed flowers and books were the only things of any importance to her.

Tomorrow there would be no trace of her ever having been here. She’d do a deep clean before she left, floor to ceiling, and put this chapter of her life behind her. But she couldn't focus on any of that now. Kate closed her eyes, craving the blissful ignorance of a sleeping mind and that’s when her phone rang.

Kate groaned and fumbled for her cell on the table before reluctantly opening her eyes and taking her feet off the table to reach it. "What now," she wondered aloud.

"Yeah," she answered, leaning back and closing her eyes again, far too annoyed to be any more polite than that.

"Nice to hear from you too. How’s California treating you?"

Kate's eyes shot back open, and she sat straight up at the realization of who that voice belonged to. She almost couldn’t believe it. "Gil, is that you," she asked, suddenly perking up, her budding headache all but forgotten for the moment. "I didn’t recognize your number. California has run me ragged. I think I've overstayed my welcome."

"I heard," Gil said on the other end of the line.

"Oh, so this isn’t a courtesy call," Kate teased. "You have an agenda. Alright, come out with it. How can I help the incomparable Gil Grissom?"

"That depends, do you want a job," he offered.

Kate was struck dumb for a moment. "A job," she asked, as if she had somehow managed to hear him wrong.

"I know what happened out there with the—"

"Anderson case," Kate finished for him. She heard those damn words in her sleep now. "Right. And you’re what? My knight in shining lab coat?" If she were being honest, she'd almost had enough of the job. Crime scenes, murders, maybe that wasn’t her thing after all. Then again, she couldn’t see herself doing anything else. What would she be, a florist?

"Yes," she found herself saying automatically. "If you’re serious, I’ll take the job."

"See you Monday then," Grissom said, and Kate could almost see the smirk on his face. Despite herself, she was smiling too.

Kate hung up, feeling the headache again as it lingered towards the back of her head, threatening to hit her full force when she least expected it. She had to sleep. Maybe just four hours, then she’d pack, clean and get the hell out of California.

Her alarm clock jarred her awake, now at five. She must have been out the second her head hit the pillow because she didn’t even remember setting the alarm. Her headache now a distant memory, Kate rose, stretched, her off white tank riding up as she raised her arms. She shook off the remaining sleepiness that fogged her head and got to work. She hung and placed her plants in the bed of her truck, carefully piled her books of pressed flowers and leaves in her backseat, and after putting aside a pair of jeans and navy blue tank, she folded the rest of her clothes in one big heap and put them in the back as well. Now to clean.

Being a CSI made her an expert in deep cleaning. Though it wasn’t really a CSI's job to clean the scene, it’s where she got her start in the field. She’d had a part time job at sixteen, and then on through the end of college, cleaning up crime scenes, so by the ripe old age of twenty eight, she knew what she was doing.

The place was spotless by the time she finished, though it took her much longer than she’d wanted. She’d burn what she no longer needed when she got around to it, starting with the dart pierced photo of her ex, Gretchen. She didn’t want to think about that woman ever again if she could help it. She couldn’t blame her for everything that had gone wrong in LA, but Kate always had the sneaking suspicion that Gretchen had been the start of it.

Maybe she’d spark her lighter now and get rid of all the bad karma that even a picture of her seemed to carry. Going outside, Kate flicked open the lighter she still carried, though she’d given up the habit of smoking years ago. It had really only ever been a phase for her, but the flame calmed her to look at every now and again, so she’d kept it. As the photo took on the flame, Kate watched the picture curl in on itself, taking the image of Gretchen's dark brown hair and steely grey eyes and turning it into nothing more than ash. She dropped it when the flame came too close to her fingertips, bidding it good riddance.

The trip to Vegas lasted her until a little after her usual lunch time, so with her stomach growling, she called up Gil to meet him for a bite, and, if he was agreeable, a favor. Frank's Diner, he had told her. He’d meet her there in twenty minutes.

Kate had remembered the place from the last time she’d been in Vegas for a convention. She and Gil had ducked out of the convention a bit early, both already having done the presentations they’d come to give, and Frank's was where they’d gone. It took a couple of tries to remember where it was located, but she didn’t get too lost. Only a couple of minutes late. She walked inside to find Gil already at a table waiting for her. She walked over and slid into the booth across from him.

"Almost thought you were going to stand me up," he teased her.

"Never. Just because you stood me up three years ago, doesn’t mean I’m out looking for payback. I don’t hold grudges, Gil." Kate paused for a beat. "Not for that long anyway," she added with a smirk.

They laughed and talked, catching up on the highlights of the past three years. Speaking on the phone twice a year really only covered the basics. Then as their plates emptied, Kate realized that time was closing in on her if she was going to ask for that favor.

"The reason I wanted to have lunch, besides to catch up, of course, is that I sort of need a favor." Gil smiled like he’d been expecting as much. "Is there any way you’d allow me to stay at your place," Kate asked, eyes pleading. She hadn’t had the time to make living arrangements, surely he’d know that. She was resourceful though, she’d find something soon enough, but in the meantime, she preferred not to be homeless. "Promise not to overstay my welcome. I’ll be out in a month, tops. You won’t even know I’m there."

Gil gave a single nod as Kate left the money and tip for their bill on the table. "So I can stay," she asked for clarification.

"You can stay. One month. That’s the extent of my hospitality."

"It isn’t," Kate stated. "It’s the extent of time you can tolerate someone being in your domain, but nonetheless, I appreciate it. So, shall we go home?"

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#oc: kate cameron #fc: jane levy #fd: csi #fic: science and chemistry #catherine willows x oc #catherine willows #csi #csi oc

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fenfyre · 5 years

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What about shy werewolf Marco learning he is an alpha and jea helps him out with "alpha" training?

“Are … are you sure this is a good idea?”, Marco asked, suspiciously eyeing the length of rope Jean was winding around his left wrist, the right one already strapped tightly to the headboard. The only reaction he got for a while was a low hum while his boyfriend finished up his task, then sat back in Marco’s lap to look down at him with an expression that looked way too satisfied.

“You presented really late, you’re not used to all these … Alpha instincts”, he explained yet again but there was something husky in his voice Marco didn’t quite trust.

Not that he thought Jean would do anything truly horrible to him, that was out of the question. But he had known the man for long enough to be aware of just how mischievous he could get if he wanted to. That glint in his eyes was very telling, for example, of the true intentions hiding behind the concern he wouldn’t stop voicing.

“And you’ll help me get used to those instincts?”

Marco didn’t quite believe that himself so when Jean shrugged before nonchalantly shaking his head he wasn’t at all surprised.

“Nah”, Jean grinned, his warm hands coming down to rest against Marco’s chest. The touch wasn’t unwelcome but it did make the already simmering heat in Marco’s abdomen spike just a bit more. “But I’ll help you learn how to control them. You can’t run around groping every sweet omega wolf just cause your big, greedy Alpha wants you to. I’m not gonna let you.”

Marco wanted to laugh at the mere suggestion he would ever pay attention to any omega that wasn’t his boyfriend. It seemed too absurd to him, newly awakened Alpha instincts or not. But the laugh got caught halfway in his throat when Jean pressed that plump little ass down against Marco’s crotch. He would be lying if he said Jean’s shenanigans with the rope had not effected him at all. Just like his boyfriend slowly stripping him and pushing him back onto the bed had left him more than a little riled up.

“Jean, baby, you know I wouldn’t…”, he began, voice already growing low and thick with need when Jean pressed a fingertip against his lips to quiet him, still rolling his hips down against Marco’s cock.

“You say that now but you’ve never felt what it’s like to just want to take … and claim … like an Alpha does…”

“Neither have you”, Marco mumbled against the finger still pressed against his lips but Jean shook his head, still smirking like a pup that got the cream.

“I just want to make sure you control yourself. I don’t mind if you look, I know I do all the time … but touching…” Jean’s eyes flicked up Marco’s bound hands at those words, his lips quirking up into a pretty little smirk that made him look way too cute, “now that’s a different story. Because the only one you’ll be touching … the only omega you’re allowed to take … is me.”

At that Jean leaned down, holding steady eye contact as he placed his teeth around a dark nipple and bit down. The painful sting was enough to make Marco’s hips buck and a low, reverberating growl escape from deep within his chest. It was a noise he wasn’t yet used to making, a part of his presentation as an Alpha of the pack that still needed time to really feel like a part of himself.

Jean finished off his bite with a playful flick of his tongue around the hardened nipple, then straightened back up to look at Marco. His lips were still quirked up into a grin. Marco wanted to grab the cocky omega and throw him down on the bed … but he couldn’t. And that was why they were doing this, wasn’t it?

“There we go”, Jean purred, stroking down Marco’s chest, first gently, then raking his nails down dark skin, leaving angry red lines in the wake of his movement. Another growl escaped Marco, this time even more feral, even more greedy. “How’s that, Alpha? Wanna throw me down and show me what’s my place already? Well, too bad you can’t…”

“Jean”, Marco snarled when his boyfriend shimmied his hips down once more, obviously way too happy about the hardness he felt.

The heat creeping up inside him wasn’t unfamiliar, he often felt like this when Jean and him played, when his boyfriend provoked him playfully only to get Marco to touch him more roughly than he usually would. The sheer intensity of that heat though, that was new.

He wanted, more than anything, to grab Jean and flip them over, show his boyfriend what a cocky attitude like that would get him. But he couldn’t.

“Don’t worry, we got lots of time to practise”, Jean purred, reaching down with one hand to pull down his boxer briefs enough for his hard cock to bounce out. Marco felt his nostrils flare, perceiving a spike of Jean’s scent in the air. That, too, was unfamiliar. As was the blind need snarling in the back of his head when Jean wrapped a hand around himself and began stroking.

“Remember”, his boyfriend grinned, licking his lower lip and keeping eye contact through dark lashes, “Look, don’t touch…”

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#JeanMarco #MarcoJean #Jean Kirschtein #Marco Bodt #snk #lemon #prompt #filled prompt #omegaverse #werewolves #not my typical werewolves tho #also i had no idea what alpha training is #but confused writers make do

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meret118 · 4 years

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blackrose-ffxiv · 6 years

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Estimates 09/11

Lebeaux Desrosiers flashed that saintly smile at Luke as the smith entered laden down with tools and supplies. Looking rather like a pack chocobo. “There’s the humble craftsman I recognize.” He declared brightly, snapping the journal shut and extending his arms out wide in a welcoming gesture. “It was almost strange seeing you in your own shop, in your element so to speak. This is a look that suits you far better. Well done arriving nearly on time.”

Luke Gravespast watched Lebeaux with a lifting brow, the expression something that was judging. "And sometime you should tell me how you did find that place... given that was not an updated location. You are quite... enterprisin'." Almost slowly, his mind shifting, did the bum hick start to crawl out more. "Nau' my fault that y' didn't like the dust... it wasn't too dusty though, aye?"

Lebeaux’s arms lowered as Luke approached, lest the hyur mistake the gesture for an invitation to embrace. Fury only knew what the man had rolled in before he came through the door. Sawdust or engine oil or some such. “It’s not a very good business model to prevent potential customers from knowing your shop’s address, is it?” He teased in return, mourning silently the fallen consonants. “To be entirely fair, it was less dusty than I had expected, yet could still do for a wipe down. Speaking of of, I’ve just finished clearing some of the dust away from my own renovations. Come along and take your measurements, I’m eager to have your estimate.” Gloved fingers twitched to beckon the blacksmith to follow along like a good puppy.

Luke might have walked right up for a hug - the Limsan blacksmith was a friendly man, after all, and the invitation would've been accepted. But then Lebeaux lowered his arms and the man let out a slight sigh as he came to that halt, heel kicking back on the ground as he stood and snorted. "Me shop was a nice cleaned up place, at least t' me, aye?" More hick time as the man seemed to be entirely back aware on something. "But if your place is ready I c'n look it over now, and then I can end up my measurements t' lay the grounding in?"

Lebeaux considered it lucky he had dropped his arms when the blacksmith stopped short. Generally, people tried to stay out of range of his too-long arms, but he wondered if the hyur would really risk it all for the sake of a smudge of oil on his new white waistcoat. Perhaps. He didn’t want to find out at the moment. “To you, of course.” He agreed, letting that statement speak for itself. “This way.” He turned on his heel and tucked his journal under his arm, leading the way down the hallway to his private rooms.

Luke snorted as he fell into step behind Lebeaux - the man shuffled the weight of his kits and supplies, the shuffle of them causing his tools to hit hard against each other. And his expression had a twitch of an eye at the man followed, mouthing 'to youuuuu' behind the elezen's back as he wove down the hallway. When he entered, he set the heavier of the two bags down with a THUNK against the flooring, not quite enough to have likely damaged it. Likely.

Lebeaux stood aside after entering the door, fingers lacing neatly behind his back as he absolutely basked in the ostentatious ambiance of his new and improved offices. Now that he was going to pin the bill on some other hapless suckers he had gone all out to bring as much of ‘home’ as he could to Shirogane. He smirked smugly, peering down his nose at the blacksmith, though his eyes narrowed briefly as the bag of tools was dropped onto the tiles loudly. “Anything you damage or dirty beyond repair will be deducted, of course. Bear in mind that a good portion of this is imported.”

Luke lifted a brow staring at the stained glass windows as if dumbfounded. Or, perhaps, using their sheer presence to make the silent statement of 'no shit' to the elezen. "Aye, aye, ain't damaged nothin' anyroad, did I?" He lifted the bag, looked it over, and then let it lower, this time with finess and grace. "No damage, see? An' tell me which are the rooms you want the system inside of, so I can accurately measure the placements I'm gonna need. An' some of this I might need to lay foundations in the ground, unless you're willin' to take a slightly less robust system."

Lebeaux smiled sweetly all the while. “I’m not threatening you, that’s rather not my style.” He explained calmly. He preferred to strike without any indication, generally speaking. “I’m giving you fair warning.” Entirely different. “I wouldn’t want you to complain later if something unfortunate did happen. This way.” He walked across the sitting area to the first set of sliding doors, opening one and waving the other inside. “My office. I lost quite a bit of valuable research in the flooding and gale force winds. This should be the primary focus.”

Luke skirted his attention around to look at the room as he moved, whistling at the changes and shifts before he stepped into the office proper, pulling out a notebook from the bags at his waist and starting to make drawings. "Y' jus' pick some odd ways t' warn," the man muttered, a brow lifting before he started to earnestly take down a sketch of the room itself. "Whole place? Or just the desk...."

“I would like the entire room aether null when active, with the control point at the desk.” He moved towards the piece of furniture and moved a hand along the underside of it. “A panic switch somewhere along here would suffice. If it requires more wiring or connections than feasible there, the book case will do in a pinch.” He explained motioning towards the shelves behind the desk. After a moment he tilted his head somewhat. "Would you prefer written warnings? Or perhaps pantomimed."

Luke wiggled the writing stick in the air at the snarky comment, moving around and then pausing, making a gesture. "Gonna need t' sit there an' figure the bes' place," he said with an apologetic, affable smile.

Lebeaux stepped aside, sweeping into a theatrical bow. “But of course, do try to enjoy it.” He practically purred before he straightened up. Plainly amused by the hyur sidling around his desk to sit in the ‘big’ chair. The medic settled himself on the edge of the desk instead, folding arms lightly across his chest to observe the proceedings. “Shall I get you the thumbscrews so you may complete the look?

"You'd scream t' much," he said with a patently amused grin, hopping over the desk and sitting down on the chair. And then actually demonstrating why as he put his hands on the desk and started to mimic a rather odd set of movements, except they were approximations of the elezen's gestures, played on Hyur.

Lebeaux unfolded an arm to lift a hand to his chin thoughtfully as he observed the strange movements the other was making. “Mm, I haven’t had the silencing warding put up here yet. That would cause an awkward situation.” It took him a moment to figure out what the flourishes and finger wiggles were. “I know a man who when I ask rhetorically, ‘what did I say’ will repeat verbatim what I’ve said to him for the past half-bell.” And that could be quite a lot. “Are you doing the same, save with my mannerisms? I’m flattered…”

Luke finally seemed to settle on a place of the desk where many of Lebeaux's gestures gave him ample closeness to before he blinked, looking at the elezen with a lifting brow. "-what? Oh, eh, somethin' close t'. Movements, people, stuff liek tha', how they move, sorta tells y' where to make sutff, aye? All right so the options y' have inside your usual gestures?" Luke pointed out two spots that were within easy, normal movement range for Lebeaux, with his approximations. Spatially he had to have even accounted for the difference in reach and height, standing up and dusting his shirt off in case there were wood shavings that would possibly be left behind.

Lebeaux tilted his head and dropped his hand back down. “Ohh? Not just enjoying getting to sit in my chair and pretending to be me. Aren’t you thorough.” He looked at the spots indicated. “Either of those is acceptable. I would prefer the left so I’ll be less likely to accidentally trigger it…” His expression flattened as the other brushed off. There weren’t any visible shavings or flecks of dust or blonde hairs left behind, good enough.

"Sit down an' demonstrate reachin' for them both, I want t' make sure that you won't get irritated la'r an' make me re-build that point for interfacin'." His voice had just the edge of command and order to it before he smiled, the blacksmith looking as affable as the La Noscean coast was sunny.

Lebeaux blinked blankly before the smile returned from its briefly deflated state. “La-ter.” He corrected. Rather than get up he swung long legs over the desk and hopped down onto his feet without unsettling the vase of tulips. He settled into his chair and extended both arms languidly to check how comfortably he could reach either proposed point.

Luke watched as the elezen sat himself down - and the blacksmith watched the draw, with a snort at the correction. "La'r," he repeated, a distracted frown as he hopped back around the end of the desk and the made a gesture for elezen to repeat the motion - and hopefully the man would take the gestures as orders and suggestions and still obey them, or at least realize that they were important. "You're payin' me fer thorough," he recalled with that air of focus, then looking up, silver eyes watching the elezen almost critically. Surely not? "Or y' will be, if y' set me up t' meet that other contac' y' have, or are y' jus' gonna pay me more....?"

“Lay. Terr.” He corrected back, landing heavily on that ‘t’. Hands moved in slow, fluid arcs as he mimicked the gestures the other was making. A strange little game of imitations though he was taking care to perform each of the motions as gracefully as possible. “I’ll introduce you to the contact as soon as I’m satisfied you’re well on your way to fulfilling my orders first and foremost.” He explained calmly. A bit of petty jealousy, perhaps. Or a little unspoken rivalry with said contact.

"....y' really need me t' speak -proper- fer this?" He was, perhaps out of kindness, not adding another mimic of 'later' with his usual horrible butchering it its pronounciation. But while Lebeaux mimicked the gestures with grace and refinement Luke folded his arms and watched again. And then made a sharp gesture, cutting Lebeaux off mid-motion just before the end or repetition of his gestures. "A'gith, left will fit inta yer motions easier, it looks anyroad." And then he sighed as the man spoke sound business sense: make sure Luke didn't get enough work that he could afford to snub his nose at the man who'd put him in thumbscrews.

Lebeaux carried through the gestures anyways, all the way through the sharp one to signal the end of the exercise. Once it was finished he settled his hands primly back in his lap. Smiling with what may have been mild amusement all along. “Really, you should speak properly in any circumstance. Not merely when pressed or panicked.” He teased lightly. “I’m doing you a favor by correcting you now to ensure you don’t make a fool of yourself later.” He preened. “You’re welcome.”

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