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so me and my friends on a server were discussing about how the powerpuff girls and rowdyruff boys would play the game, and i took it upon myself to write it all down. This isnt every single one and all of these were created in a mixture of mine, @empress-lulu-of-mischief and @toxicovee minds (possibly other so if i left you out im sorry!!!) Just something fun and silly to think about. 

its long so ill break it up. Let me know if you have any others :) 

Blossom: She had played New Leaf and loved being the mayor so only being a resident was a low blow for her. In that case her island is always 5 star because she would have nothing less. When it comes to how her island looks, it's perfect. It's symmetrical and her villagers have a cute little town that looks oddly like Townsville. She prefers the natural looking stone compared to Bubbles bright pathways. Her favorite thing is the museum and she will donate everything one by one so that Blathers will tell her everything, it's kind of insane. She does this with Celeste too and has little information signs everywhere. She doesn’t really like doing the custom designs for clothes but will occasionally.

When it comes to the flowers, she only likes the red, pink and white ones. She only plants those and if any colorful ones come up, she gives them to Bubbles or has giveaways on her island. She has giveaways on her island where up to five people can come and ask her questions like a little meet and greet.

She doesn’t time skip too often but she did go back in April for the cherry blossom DIYs which her entire house is pink and cute. When it comes to her outfits, she wears the red bow and Bubbles made their old school dresses so she usually has on her pink dress. Her villagers are all pink and she likes having the snooty ones best. She won’t hesitate to complain to Isabell and she will take a net to them.

Game Name: Blossom Island Name: The Good Place (Was Townsville but Bubbles told her no) Fav Characters: Blathers, Celeste and Tom Nook Fav Villagers: Flora, Merengue, Pinky, Whitney, Audie, Raymond Fruit: Cherry Flag: Her iconic red bow with a pink background Tune: The ppg theme song (it's actually mine too)  

Bubbles: The queen of custom design and the hybrid hoarder. Her custom kiosk is constantly being used as everyone wears and uses her designs. Her island is filled with pastel blue pathways and the cutest decor ever. She mostly has small parks and cafes and is still trying to get past her 4 star ranking for KK Slider. She loves the hamster and small villagers and refuses to hit them with nets (except for the monkey who was mean but that's ok). She revolves around her flower gardens and she will yell at you if you try to steal her golden roses. No time skipping for her because she likes the slow pace of the game.

Every morning she goes to every villager and talks with them and sends them gifts. The Able Sisters is her favorite place and she mostly buys things for her villagers. Her musem isn’t even close to being complete because she is scared of the bugs except for the butterflies. The fish she is okay with but the moment she saw the tarantula she closed her game. If one of the girls or boys is on her island, they will catch everything for themselves. Her terraforming skills are off the charts since she likes design so much and everywhere you turn there is a waterfall covered with flowers but absolutely no weeds.

She loves having people come to her island. She sends out Dodo Codes for flower watering and trading. Everyone brings her gifts and it's now a running gag to bring blue flowers. Her player is always changing styles and hair colors but she always has custom heart cheeks.

Game Name: Bubbs Island Name: Sugar Shore Fav Characters: Leif, All the Able Sisters Fav Villagers: Bunnie, Cookie, Merry, Bubbles because duh Fruit: Apples Flag: Intricate bubble pattern with flowers Tune: She changes it from one disney song to the next

Buttercup: She wasn’t too thrilled about the game as she never played the other ones before. However she does start to like it as it's relaxing and helps with her anxiety. She's a grinder and always has money. She designed her island to have different areas based on her favorite movies and sport areas. She likes the jock and lazy villagers and will not hesitate to smack them with her nets. She hates how long dialogue takes and smashes the buttons violently.

She breeds the black flowers and her house is surrounded by them. She likes to catch the fish and every night she goes to as many islands as possible for taratuna hunting. She only allows her best friends to come to her island because the log screens are a pain. Her island is nice and cool and she time skips like crazy and likes the turnip stock market. Other than that she's not too obsessed with it and her villagers get upset when she leaves them for days at a time. The only custom thing she makes is movie posters and band album covers. Hidden around the island are magical summoning circles and fake blood, Bubbles hates it.

She likes CJ’s fish challenges and half her island is covered in bugs for Flick. Her player has the bandages and custom fake blood as well as spooky outfits that she gets from other people's codes.

Every time she catches a snail, she sends it to Butch with a message “its you” attached.

Name: BC Island Name: Spice Shack Favorite Villagers: Kid Cat, Bam, Phil, Bruce Fav Character: Cj and Flick Fruit: Orange Flag: Green skull with a black background (bubbles made it) Tune: Opening to “Welcome to the Black Parade)

Brick: Stock Market King, Mr. Richie Rich, Snob. After Boomer told him to play and gave it to him, he became obsessed with the stock market. Every Sunday is turnip day and he spends the week finding the highest selling price, usually his twitter followers will invite him and he will leave them a bunch of Nook Tickets. He time skips like crazy, cheats and he wears the crown without hesitation. His island is 5 star spotless and shows off the rarest items. If you wanna come to his island then you must pay up. He is the person who you hate because you wanna be him. He has only the top tier villagers and will call you poor. He doesn’t bother with custom designs and if he wants something then Bubbles is the one to go too. He used an island planner beforehand to make sure everything was in place. The moment something new comes out, he's on top of it. He doesn’t really care if a villager is ugly or cute, if they are highly wanted, he gets them.

If you happen to be dating him, you must wear the matching crown to prove that you are the best because it's what you deserve.

Name: Lord Brick Island Name: Bricktopia Favorite Villagers: Audie, Marshall, Raymond, Bob Fav Character: Redd, Daisy Mae (He is her bitch and sets his alarm) Fruit: Peaches Flag: Red flag with a crown on it (made by bubbs of course) Tune: He doesn't know and he doesn’t care because he plays on mute.

Butch: Disater. His island is always messy and he doesn't care too much about the atmosphere but he does like the bugs and is a simp for Isabell. He saves all the snails BC gives him and puts them in his snail room or the army room. He becomes serious about the game a little later and sooner follows Brick with all the cheats. They dominate the stock market like bosses

He doesn't talk that much with the villagers but spends time hitting them with nets if they are ugly. He keeps Butch without a doubt and moves his house next to his cause they are bros but all of his villagers are cats only for the reason to make jokes. (pussy island)

His island is like a living meme as he has random images in the sand. His house is simple but a punk rock domain and he wont tell anyone that he spent hours making the green day album covers for his wall. He doesn't have too many flowers but prefers the bamboo look more. His favorite item to wear is the hockey mask and he put fake blood face paint on. His island is like a horror game instead and Bubbles refuses to come to his island because it's scary. He also likes to make mazes out of hedges.

After a while he restarts his island and son time travels and has the island buffets where people pay to come get materials and objects. He becomes an AC king in no time and likes that he can make money. (the only people allowed on his island without payment is the girls, his brothers and his friends, other than that, pay up)

Name: Butch Island Name: Butch Pad Fav Villagers: Butch, Bob, Olivia, Stinky, Tom (litrally just cats and Butch) Fav Character: Cj and Kicks Fruit: Pears Island flag: A snail with a skull on its shell Island tune: Mr. Brightside opening

Boomer: This boi right here is the AC King. He's played every single game since he was little (always made fun of by his brothers but look at you Brick). He knows all the AC lore and will go into detail about Tom Nook and Redds past plus he is the biggest shipper of Flick and Cj. His island is terraformed perfectly and he has literally everything you could want. He time skipped for a little bit but never cheats.

He is a twitch streamer and everyone tunes in the moment Boomer is on. He allows for five people to come on his island a day to play games and get DIYs that he already has. He's a humble player who knows his way around everything. He doesn’t care too much about which villagers come and go but Audi is his favorite as the back story suggests. He just wants to complete it all except he will never be able to catch wasps, he sucks at it. However he rarely misses a fish and also has piles for Flick and CJ.

He is an avid hybrid flower person and any extras, he gladly gives away. Bubbles gets the first pick. He is surprisingly good at custom designs and makes everything himself. His island has little cafes and band areas as well as a perfect view of KK Slider because he is a 5 star island for sure.

He owns AC Merch and buys fanart from other people because he is obsessed. He got Brick Daisy Mae socks and he catches him wearing them every Sunday for good luck.

His player looks like him but also wears the crown (he got it first anyways). His house has all the instruments and has a nod to all his past houses.

Name: Boomer Island Name: Big Blue Fav Villagers: Boomer, Bubbles, Audi, Tad Fav Character: Isabell, Timmy and Tommy, Cj he loves them all. KK SLIDER Fruit: Cherry Flag: His flag changes weekly as his subscribers have flag comps each week and he uses the winner as his flag Tune: He is an Og and didn’t change the song.

Ships and how they play:

Reds: Museum dates. They love walking through the museum while talking on the phone and wandering around. Brick brings her a pink rose each visit and Blossom places them around her house. Usually when they are on each other's islands they are facetiming or talking and they just kinda run around and don't do much before getting off and focusing on each other. Blossom brings him gold flowers because he is a snob but he secretly appreciates it. Blossom has to take off the bow and wear the crown because only the best can be on his island. She makes him wear a red hat when he comes onto her island. Sometimes they have fishing competitions and whoever wins gets to brag on the bulletin board.

Blues: Dates!! When they visit the other islands, they go back and forth all day, exchanging hybrid flowers and catching butterflies. Bubbles talks to every villager he has and they each made a secret picnic spot on their islands for them. If he is streaming, she is mostly likely watching and or playing with him. They can spend hours just talking and running around and they just craft and decorate together. She helps him fix his house up and “I love bubbles Is written in the sand that can clearly be seen from the plane loading screen. They always give things and write love notes on their boards. Together they host games on their island and it's always on a certain day. There's at least a queue of 100 people each time.

Greens: They hit each other with nets and axes for five minutes before switching to a fighter game and hopping on with the boys. But if they manage to stay on longer, Butch and Buttercup just cuss consatntly and leave eachother gross notes on the bultin boards. The play hide and seak and Butch likes to dig up her flowers and make a mess of her island before she does the same to his.

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Brick x Bubbles: He constantly is paying off her debut because she doesnt time skip or grind for her money. She never asks him to but she opens her mailbox to find bags of money and rare items. She makes his red sweater and when he goes to her island that's the only time he removes his expensive outfits. In the back of his island he grows hybrid flowers for her. She makes his custom designs and shows him how to boost his flower production and villager points.

Brick x Buttercup: He likes calling her poor. He is insulted by her island being boring and gives her gifts but she sells them to piss him off. They are the most competitive pair when it comes to fishing and she likes to dig in random places and drop items to make him mad. He’ll walk around and find thirty sticks everywhere and call her. It's about teasing with them and good fun. They are also the turnip couple overlords and constantly are looking for the best princes.

Boomer x Blossom: Boomer knows everything about AC and Blossom loves learning about the stories. He gives her tours of the museum and everytime she has a new villager, he explains their past. He gifts her pink flowers and she helps him complete his museum with fossils. He will have people come to his island and she even has meet and greets with people. It's simple and fun.

Boomer x Buttercup: Boomer gets BC addicted to the game. No other person can make her care so much about these animals than her soft boyfriend. He shows her all the secrets and how to make her island amazing. She becomes obsessed and is soon rivaling Brick for best island, Blossom knows hers is better. Buttercup likes to grind and travel for materials and anytime Boomer says he needs to find some more wood, she has it sent to his island in no time.

Butch x Blossom: Sir is a simp for Pinky. He enjoyed listening to her talk about the fossils in the museum and when she flew to his island “Blossom is Hot” was written on the ground. Even though her island is thriving , he constantly sends her gifts and things. His favorite thing to do is to run on her island and leave a random heart patch for her to find. She doesn’t exactly approve of his methods of making people pay money to get stuff but him allowing her to get whatever she wants, she turned the other cheek because if people want to spend money so be it.

Butch x Bubbles: He hits her villagers and she yells at him. He also likes to take her flowers one by one and replace them with normal one. He tried taking her golden rose but she cried and he called her to make sure she was ok. Now he doesn't mess with her but finds himself growing her flowers. She doesn’t come to his island because it's spooky but he made a little spot on the beach and “Bubble Safe Zones”. She tends to have the best items for sale so whenever he visits he shops a lot. They like to fish together and she shows him how to plant flowers and make his island nice. After he decides to restart and make his island a shopping paradise, Bubbles gets anything she wants especially since she doesn’t time skip. If there's something rare that he only has one of, she gets it.

Bonus: (doesn’t matter which ship)

-Blossom once had turnips for 800 bells and did not let Brick come on her island because he said something about the bow being dumb. He instantly regretted and called her and begged, the man begged over the phone for her to open the gates. She did at the last second.

-Butch once stole Bubbles gold rose and the entire city heard her sonic scream. He put it back and waters it daily. (She screamed cause she saw a spider on the wall but it got him to but the rose back)

-Boomer and Blossom know about the AC lore and often have long discussion on his stream about different

-Nintendo contacted the girls and for a new event they made the powerpuff girls as villagers you could have. Blossom is a preppy wolf named Blossom, Bubbles is a sisterly duck named Bubbles and Buttercup is a jock cat named Butters. Each of them are themed to their signature color and each offers a special diy. (they sent the girls amiibos and codes to get their own) Big Bow Bookshelf (Bow shaped bookshelf with blossoms signature), Heroes Bedtime(replica of the childhood bed), Hotline Phone, Heavenly Hearts Rug (the heart ending screen rug), Bubbly vanity (three giant blue bubbles that look like a mirror with bubbles signature), BC Bean Bag (bean bag that is green with Buttercups signature). Crime Fighters wallpaper (wallpaper that has the famous pink, blue and green streaks), Pink Poster, Green poster, and Blue poster, PPG Poster (has all three girls on it)

-Each girl has a special memorial on their island for Bunny. It is just a patch of Purple roses and all of them are near their house.

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Sketches from the Past (Apathy 4/6)

Part 1 (Wrecked Coronation)

Part 1.5 written by my amazing beta @quietlypondering

Part 2 (Twirling Spirits)

Part 3 (Poisoned)

word count: 2.8k

TW: Deceit

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Apathy snorted upon seeing Virgil standing in front of his door. How anxious and small did he look, Roman almost felt sorry for him. Almost. It was better, however, to see Virgil than that lying yellow snake. Deceit just didn’t fit into Apathy’s red aesthetic. No deep emotions.

“May I help you?” Roman asked, his voice bored and smooth. Apathy loved his voice, it like a tool that never failed him and that was always ready and willing to be used. He was well-aware that he was intimidating, in fact, he wanted to be intimidating and his voice rich and velvety was an exquisite way to improve the effect.

“May I come in?” squeaked Virgil, looking at the room behind Roman’s back. Apathy leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms on the chest. He slowly rolled his head from one shoulder on another. He could keep up on this act as long as he wanted. It was quite entertaining.

“And why should I let you in?” he raised up his chin, looking at Virgil behind half-closed eyelids.

“I hoped I could interest you in something.” said Virgil and pointed at the folder in his hand.

“You interest me in something?” echoed Roman and laughed sincerely. “Honey, have you forgot my name?”

Virgil shook his head, slowly losing ground under his feet. “You’re Apathy. Roman Apathy Sanders.”

“Precisely.” nodded Roman, leaning forward. The smile disappeared from his face, though mischievous sparks were still brightening up his glowing, red eyes. “You know who I am and yet you dare to suggest that you can my pique interest? The interest of Apathy?”

“Yes.” said Virgil, staring right into Apathy’s eyes.

Roman let that answer sink into his mind. He looked at Virgil, whose back suddenly straightened up, whose hands were gripping the white folder tightly. He noticed that the folder has little red mark in the corner. It looked like a tiny, fresh drop of blood, beautifully matching the white colour. Putting the purity of the object in shame. Apathy shook his head. He shouldn’t reveal too much of his emotions. Especially interest. Especially with Virgil. It was as though he tried to purposely provoke Apathy and that was not appreciated.

“You’ve intrigued me.” said Roman, surprising even himself. “You may come in.” he added, disappearing in the room.

Hesitantly, Virgil walked into the room. His nostrils filled with the smell of roses. The room was spacious and didn’t remind Creativity-Roman’s room even in the slightest. Maybe except of the luxurious accents. But where Creativity used to have bright cream colours with a splash of fresh red, Apathy had crimson red with splashes of black. It was burning Virgil’s eyes in more ways than just one. But he was determined to try his theory out.

Apathy was waiting for him sitting in the big armchair, his face serious and emotionless. It really felt as though he was a king of this place. Virgil stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, feeling like a deer in the spotlight or a criminal waiting for a trail. Apathy rested his chin on the hand, eyes barely looking at Virgil.

“Oh, right!” clapped Roman, though his voice was flat. He waved the other hand elegantly. Next to him appeared another armchair and a small table. Virgil’s eyes widened. It was another thing Apathy seemed to have in common with Creativity. He was able to conjure things. Definitely something Virgil could work with. “Stop staring at me and sit down.” Apathy clicked his tongue and looked away. His proud profile glowing in the red light.

“Yes, thank you.” nodded Virgil. He assumed that it was better not to make Roman angry. He had always been a passionate one. Both as Creativity and Apathy. Virgil sat on the chair, placing the folder on his legs. He wasn’t sure if he should try a small talk or proceed with the plan immediately.

“So…?” Roman’s silky voice embraced the silence. “You said there was something that may entertain me?” He continued, tilting his head to the left.

“Right.” agreed Virgil and put the folder on the table. “Here it is.” It was the only warning he gave to Apathy before opening the case.

Apathy leaned over the table, seemingly unaware of Virgil’s attention. Carefully, he took the first sketch into his hand.

“A drawing.” Roman stated calmly.

Virgil gulped, choosing to stay quiet for now. Every word that came from Roman was like a gem for him. Like a raw, bloody diamond.

“Pretty good sketch if I’m not mistaken.” said Roman, holding up another sketch. “The lines are smooth and well-defined. It’s clear that the artist wanted to say something through his art... This one, for example, wasn’t drawn for attention. It was to express something inside… Some emotion, dark emotion, I suppose. If I was…” he stopped all of sudden and shook his head, eyes blinking.

“If you were?” encouraged Virgil, unable to stop the smile from appearing in the corners of his mouth.

Roman glanced at Virgil behind the sketches. His eyes reminded of delicate poppy petals. For a moment they appeared almost warm.

“If I was an artist myself, I could appreciate them better.” Apathy finished and put the drawnings back at the table. “You should take them to Logan, he knows what to do with them. Isn’t he the creative one after all?” he said matter-of-factly. Back of his head rested against the armchair.

Virgil understood that Roman wasn’t planning on looking at other sketches and his heart sank a little bit. He hid one or two really meaningful drawings between the others in order to surprise Roman. He could see in Apathy’s eyes that he was waiting for Virgil to take the folder away. Instead, Anxiety decided to fiddle with the corner of one of the papers, trying to buy himself some time.

“Aren’t you an artist yourself, Roman?’ he asked quietly.

Apathy blinked slowly before bursting into loud, uncontrolled laughter. It was the most natural laughter Virgil had ever heard coming from Apathy. It wasn’t mocking nor prideful. It was loud, undefined, free. Sounded a little bit as though someone was trying to crush a stone, and a little bit like morning birds singing outside the window. Nothing like old Roman’s laugh and yet painfully similar.

Tears gathered in the corners of Apathy’s eyes as he tried to calm himself down. He looked much more honest, much purer than usually and Virgil’s realized that his own eyes were getting watery too. He quickly wipe them with the sleeve of his hoodie. How he missed hanging out with Roman. Walking through life, hearing his loud, bright laugh and living fanciful dreams. But what hurt him the most was that he, Virgil, was alone with that memory.

He looked at Apathy and his poor attempts of hiding a smile and it made Virgil smile too. Maybe it wasn’t exactly how it used to be, but it was still something. Still worth fighting for.

“Ah, Virgil, I’ve never thought of you to be the joking type! I was sure it was Patton’s domain. You have surprised me.” Roman smiled but this smile wasn’t as real and honest as the previous one. The moment was over and Apathy was back with his royal facade. “I do not regret inviting you here today.” he nodded slightly and Virgil understood that it was a sign for him to leave. He wanted to stay longer but that would probably be too much for one day. He got up taking the folder from the table which quickly faded in the dark mist.

Slowly, Virgil backed out. He felt Roman’s eyes fixed at the back of his head. Virgil was so preoccupied with analyzing the whole visit that he didn’t even noticed when one of the sketches slipped out of the folder and fell on the ground. The doors closed behind him before he even managed to bid a goodbye.

Apathy sighed. The white sheet of paper was a stain on his room. Just like the red smudge was decorating the folder, the white sheet was destroying the crimson balance in the room. Roman got up and carefully picked up the sketch. He allowed himself to admire the soft brushes of the pencil and well-defined features of the character on the drawing. He didn’t recognize this man, but he felt his pain. The pain of the man on the sketch and the artist were the same.

The drawing fell back on the floor and Apathy sat on his chair, folding his fingers on the level of his chest. He knew that he let his regal facade crack and he wasn’t sure if he liked it. Maybe after all, the anxious one, was much more dangerous than Deceit.

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Warm shades of summer sunset were coloring the floor with the long lines of gold and orange. The common room fell silent when Virgil finished his story. Story he couldn’t hold back anymore. Patton and Logan deserved the truth as much as he did. He decided to keep that away from Thomas for now though. Poor man would probably feel guilty of the situation.

“Let me sum everything up, Virgil, because I am quite confused.” said Logan, rubbing his temple. He sighed and slowly sat down on the couch nearby. “So what you’re saying is that before Apathy Roman, there was another Roman who used to be our friend.”

Virgil nodded, waiting for Logan to say more.

“That old Roman…” Logan continued. “Used to be Creativity which, back then, was a separate department of Thomas’ personality. At some point, we don’t know when, Creativite traits started mixing with Logic and I kind of inherited Creativity from Roman who disappeared. But neither Patton nor I had noticed that.”

“Exactly.”

“And we don’t have any memories of past Roman?” asked Logan, his eyes closed.

“It seems so.”

“And no matter how many times you show us video with past Roman, after turning it down, we still don’t remember him. Is that correct?”

“Yep.”

“Yet you do remember him.” stated Logan calmly.

“Perhaps because I caught him red-handed as he was curling up in the corner of his room.” explained Virgil, trying hard to swallow the emotions that gathered in his voice. It’s been months and yet he could still vividly remember Roman begging him not to tell the others. He still regretted listening to that princely fool.

“Allow me to point that it occurs to be a little bit ridiculous to me.” said Logan and opened his eyes. Virgil flushed with frustration and anger.

“Well, yes but that’s the truth!”

“We’re not saying that it’s not true, kiddo!” said Patton who was quiet until then.

“Yes, just because it seems… odd, doesn’t mean that we don’t believe you.” nodded Logan glancing at Patton. Virgil gulped. “However the behaviour you’re talking about is very disturbing. Hiding the truth behind us? If someone knows something about this, it is Deceit. I suggest we visit him immediately.” declared Logan, standing up. Patton instantly followed his example.

Biting his lips, Virgil looked between Logan and Patton. He still wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to tell them about Roman in the first place. It seemed so easy in his head. He dreamt that if he explained the situation, their memories would magically come back. Oh, how naive was he. He only caused more drama. What if it would annoy Roman? If he would see that as a betrayal? If it killed the last chance to get Roman back, Virgil would hate himself till the end of his life.

“What makes me confused is that, aside of side fading away without us noticing that,  I don’t have any memories of Roman at all!” hummed Patton suddenly. “Not even one. As if someone has taken they away from me!” his breath hitched. “This is not normal.”

“Sit and calm down, Patton.” advised Logan.

“I can’t calm down when I completely forgot about one of my friends! I’m the heart, it’s my responsibility to remember everyone.” cried Patton angrily. “Now that Virgil told us the story, something in my heart tells me that indeed there was something like seperate Creativity but I still don’t remember Roman as a person! This is exactly the situation in which staying calm is not a proper reaction! Now, are you going to Deceit with me or should I do it alone?” he asked glaring at Logan. Virgil quietly moved closer to Patton.

Logan sighed. “I will go with you. This situation calls for an intervention.”

“Good.” said Pattonwith relief.

Deceit’s room was situated at the end of the hall, meaning that they had to pass by Apathy’s door. As always they were clearly closed. No one could come inside if he wasn’t invited. In that aspect, Apathy’s room reminded more of a fortress, than a royal palace. Virgil shivered and fixed his eyes on the floor. He shouldn’t be thinking about this right now.

“So who’s gonna knock?” asked Logan quietly as they stood in front of Deceit’s room. Yellow door, seemed to be covered with scales. And maybe they were, or maybe it was the fault of dimmed light, coming from the lamp above them.

In a haze of a moment, Virgil raised his hand and quietly knocked the door. The wood felt strange under his skin.

They didn’t have to wait for long because, few seconds later, the door opened showing Deceit himself. For a second, surprise was mirroring in his eyes before it was quickly covered with mocking smile and cocky face expression.

“Oh.” he said. “Hello, I did expect you.”

“Cut the crap, you had no idea we would come.” said Virgil, pushing Deceit away and stepping into the room. Logan and Patton sneaked behind him.

“Maybe I did not expect you to come precisely right now but surely I was expecting you to come.” hummed Deceit closing the door. His voice was rustling in their ears. Lies always sound sugary sweet, after all. “So what brought you here?” he asked, turning around to face them.

“Roman.” Logan’s voice was cold like a steel, sharp like a knife.

“Apathy?” asked Deceit innocently.

“But why, is it any other Roman you would like to tell us about?” Patton crossed arms on his chest and Deceit cursed, realizing that he got caught up in his own lie.

The corner of Logan’s lips twitched. He sat down on a chair. Deceit took a seat on the opposite side of the table, while Patton and Virgil stood behind Logan’s back.

“So tell us more, about this other Roman that you so carelessly implied.” encouraged Logan, leaning over the surface of the table.

Deceit hissed in response.

“We don’t have time for your games, Deceit.” Logan said coldly.

The dark side looked between Logan and Virgil and rested his back on the chair. He appeared much more relaxed than few seconds later.

“Why won’t you ask Virgil over here? I’m sure he remembers Roman as well as I do. Or even better.” shrugged Deceit, eyeing Virgil, who shivered under the pressure of the snake-like eye. Patton gently squeezed his hand.

“Virgil told us everything he knew!” clarified Patton. “What bugs me is that something wiped off the memories of old Roman that I used to have.”

“Not even one pun about bugs, Patton? I am truly disappointed…” Deceit shook his head, smiling lightly.

“Stick to the subject.” reminded Virgil.

“Oh, look at you Virge. Suddenly taking over the role of the prince in shining armour? How noble of you.” Deceit looked at his fingers. “Maybe that’s why Roman faded, huh? Maybe it was your fault from the beginning…” he suggested smugly.

“I won’t fall into your trap.” Virgil cut shortly. “I’m too familiar with your lies.”

“Oh, yes. Right. How could I forgot?” Deceit raised his eyes and for a moment all that could be seen were his eyes’ whites. “And why are you familiar with them?”

“I used to be a dark side.” admitted Virgil. It wasn’t something he was proud of but he had already told the other sides about that, so there was no point in hiding this. He might as well give Deceit what he wanted.

Deceit snapped his fingers and pointed at Virgil. “Exactly. That’s what we have in common. Originally we are the dark sides. Living in the shadows. Sneaking out when no one can see us. Doing all the ‘bad’ stuff.”

“Let’s go,” said Logan suddenly, getting up from the chair. “He clearly isn’t interested in telling us more.” He quickly turned around so that Deceit was facing his back.

“Wait!” Deceit stopped them. He couldn’t see the smile that for a short moment appeared on Logan’s face.

“Oh? So you do know something?” asked Logan, seemingly surprised. He rested his hand on the back of the chair.

“I know why you two don’t remember him.” Deceit looked at the wall. “I couldn’t do anything about Virgil’s memory since he has already been immune to my influence…” Virgil smirked slightly and Deceit took a short break to take a deep breath. “But when it comes to the two of you… Roman didn’t want you to remember him.”

Next part 

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Tedenbarr of Have Lath

Hello Writeblr Community! I guess I've never really introduced myself or my writing, so here we go!

I'm Esther T. Jones, I'm in my midlate-20's, I love cosplay, gardening, and music, (I studied classical & jazz flute and piano in college) and I’ve written one two novels! A third is on the way!

The first novel is called “Tedenbarr of Have Lath,” is aimed at Upper Middle Grade/Young Adult Readers, and has all the classic elements from a medieval adventure story. (Official Summary.)

You want swordfights? Got 'em. Bandits? Got those too. Knights? Yep! Pirates? A driving force. Kings and nobles, and common folk and slaves? Castles and Dungeons? Secrets and Betrayal? PLOT TWISTS!? All. Right. Here. And of course, horses. All the horses!

Let me tell you about some of the characters:

Tedenbarr (Teddy) – the titular hero. Blond, blue eyed, 20 years old at the start of our story. He lives on an island of slaves named Have Lath, and is desperately in love with a free woman. Despite having reached almost to adulthood, he can be painfully naïve and tends to live in the epic poetic saga of his world that he has memorised line for line. He also loves animals.

Keira (Pronounced Kay-ee-rah) – Curly red hair, green eyes, speaks in a rich brogue. Tedenbarr's fiancée; secretly of course, her aunt would never approve of her marrying a slave boy. About 19. Her father disappeared on one of his travels and never returned. When Tedenbarr also disappears during a routine voyage, amidst rumours that the Black Sailed Pirates have returned to the Sheana Sea, she fears the worst.

Lach – A boy of about 15/16, he is Tedenbarr's best friend on “The Sailing Prison.” Together they work to escape the pirates boarding the ship, but get separated, and Tedenbarr alone makes it to the shores of the Eastern Kingdom. His face, along with all those who went down with the ship, plagues Tedenbarr at night.

Black Crow – Leader of the notorious bandit group living in the Linkwood Forest. Tedenbarr encounters his second in command, and right hand man – Light-Fingers (also known as Amiri of Caro) – in a series of events that take place before our story starts (detailed in chapter five in a flashback).

Shai Ten – Leader of the Resistance in the capital city of Aistes. He hails from one of the desert tribes in the Eastern Kingdom. After his cousin sold herself into slavery to buy them food for a year, and subsequently died an untimely death, he threw himself into the makings of an uprising to try and better the lives of the citizens of Aistes.

King Elymas Oglath – Feared by many, hated by most, loved by none. The sole remaining member of the Oglath family after the deaths of his brother and nephew, he rules with an iron fist. His most recent headache is the return of the Black Sailed Pirates, thirsty for revenge because he drove them out of the Sheana Sea 15 years ago on charges that they murdered his nephew.

The Pirates – a terrifying menace, no ship in the King's Navy can outrun them, and they aim to sail up and down the coastlines of the Sheana sea, leaving destruction and ruin wherever they go. Their ace in the hole is their ability to set the sea on fire, hence the burning cutlasses emblazoned on their black flags and sails. Their ship is named Fraecana, after the spectral goddess of the underworld that many people in Tedenbarr's world believe in.

There are many more characters, but those are the figures that are a constant during Tedenbarr's travels, either at the forefront as he interacts with people, or in his thoughts, or as a looming presence in the background.

Tedenbarr's world is filled with people who believe that there are greater forces at work, and though Tedenbarr himself doesn't put too much stock in the fables and legends that he can recite by heart, here is a little bit of what people believe:

The goddess Myrna rules the sea, Fraecana the underworld. Ferra is a demigod, a trickster and fleet of foot, always getting himself and mortals into trouble. The clashes between himself and Agon – the heroic human king at the centre of the Agon cycle – are legendary.  Shirye is the patron god of forests and hunters.

Shrines exist all across the Kingdom of the West. They are dark, unpleasant places, thick with incense, and attended by greedy cultists who delight in swindling poor superstitious people out of what little money they have. Lach's mother fell victim to one such scheme.

Let's talk places!

Aistes – Capital city of the Kingdom of the West. Currently hiding a long forgotten secret, and the centre of what promises to be a bloody civil war between rich free-folk and poor slaves/servants.

Cal-Cah Mountains – an imposing mountain range in the Kingdom of the East that is very dangerous to navigate due to the bandits that often waylay merchant caravans and lone travellers.

Dirca Desert – a hot, dry expanse that marks the borders between the Kingdoms of East and West. Also inhabited by bandits, and very easy to get lost in.

Dolphin Bay – a secluded little retreat close to the major villages of Slern and Bajai. It's also the first place that Tedenbarr dares to think he could be more than a slave.

Have Lath – Tedenbarr's home. Only outcasts, soldiers and their families, and slaves live here. The island helps protect the mainland from the savage storms of the North Seas.

Linkwood Forest – the domain of yet another band of outlaws, wanted throughout the Western kingdom for crimes against the House of Jor, and against the Monarchy. Not even travelling along the King's Highway is safe anymore with those rapscallions lurking behind every tree and shrub.

Old A'an – a fabled, long abandoned underground city where an ancient civilization used to live. Tedenbarr has always dreamed of visiting, but no one he knows has an inkling of where Old A'an might be located.

Sarenji – a major port town, and one the Black Sailed Pirates have their eye on after attacking Tedenbarr's cargo ship.

Slvyn Reigh – a minor point of interest in the middle of the Sheana Sea. Legend has it that Agon once went head-to-head with the sea goddess Myrna in a fierce but good spirited competition atop a small, stony island, and the peculiar rock formation is all that now remains.

Whew! That was a lot! Please enjoy perusing the moodboard (which also contains some out of context spoilers – I'll leave it to you to figure out what they are). Let me know if you would like to see a more detailed breakdown of some of the main characters, as well as the many secondary and even minor characters that I didn't mention here. Tedenbarr of Have Lath is available from Amazon in both paperback and ebook form (do you have Kindle Unlimited? Congrats, Tedenbarr of Have Lath is now yours, free!) and I'd be more than thrilled to answer any questions you want to shoot my way! This story is my baby, and I love talking to readers about it!

Welcome to my mind

For the last three years, my mind has been... Well, shit. Not that it hadn't been on a steady decline for years prior.

Recently, someone named her Denise. My other me. "Because that's what she is..when something is the opposite of something it's de-. She's not nice, she's De-Nice..."

Denise.

The name give to the me that's not me but spends more time pretending to be me than I do.

*Character Bio*

When I'm not Denise, I'm Ginny and she was the most wonderful person. I miss her dearly.

I had a great childhood. Very few psychological events, in my opinion. We never had much money, but my mom made sure I never knew it. My father worked hard at both his job and destroying his marriage; which is probably one of the marks on my childhood. More to come on that, I'm sure.

I didn't have trouble in school, per se. Bullied only a handful of times in all my school years. My mom is a designer, so I wore things you couldn't find on stores throughout my whole school life. I was *always* ahead of the trend and some kids couldn't handle it. We're talking 1991-2003. So, jumpers, corsets, mesh dusters, pants with fur on the bottom, dressing like anime characters... I was the first of everyone around me to be dressing that way. And I loved it!

But I had my revenge, as my hecklers could be seen wearing the same things they made fun of me for, after it became trendy. I guess you didn't have to be dead to be caught wearing that after all...

I struggled in math and excelled in art and writing. I had mostly good teachers, I think only one hated me.

I met all my best friends there. Can't say I've made all that many more in the years since. But, in my defense I'm surrounded by people who are nothing like me. You see, I grew up in Florida. All my vital youthful years were spent there. And now I live near Portland, Oregon. God, why? I even lost one of my dearest friends to the city. She completely changed from a fun, artistic girl who liked to draw, read, and cook...to...one of them. She's now a guilt vegan ( let's you know how disgusting you are for eating meat ) and is obsessed with shows that need to be cancelled. I had known this girl since first grade, she said she would follow the first friend who loved out of state. That was me, so she came out here too. Our friendship immediately began deteriorating as she would not allow me in my own room during the day, because she was talking to some loser friend of hers online. This person left her in a Walgreen's 20 miles from her home, on the wrong side of town, when we were all barely old enough to drive, because she was taking too long looking at eyeliner. But, she sounds like a solid individual to begin emulating. Are you serious? I watched my fully replacement take effect. 20 years of friendship completely gone in a matter of months. Have you ever watched someone stop carrying about you? Think about it. No, don't think about it. It's awful. She even physically ended our friendship. The first I had ever experienced. It was wrenching. But, I'm too far ahead now. I need to tell you how I got to Oregon.

Somewhere around me being 16, my dad stopped coming home. His mother had recently died and he knew some pretty shitty people willing to help him take the pain away. How does a poor, dyslexic, hoodlum, with a history of abuse cure the blues? Crack, of course. My mom did all she knew how to do, but she was pretty done with it all. They got divorced and some rich old lady "saved" him and whisked him off to Maryland where he would suffer many years of depression for what he had done to his family.

Now, it was just my mother and me. I immediately got a job and gave her my entire paycheck to help keep us in our lovely house. But as fate would have it, the city claimed eminent domain on our house with plans to build a water treatment facility. So, they lowballed us on what our house was worth and gave us 6 months to move. Now, here's some important side information: my mom is an army brat who grew up with mountains her whole life, until moving to Florida for my dad, which was apparently one of the last places she ever wanted to be. And my chummy from another tummy, was born in Oregon and had recently left me to go to OSU. This girl is my sister by all counts but blood. So, with a few other helping factors the logical answer was to start anew. How completely different my life would have been if I stayed. Can't say it would be better, just 100% different from what it is now.

But, in 2005 we moved to Oregon on the promise that we would do all the things we wanted to do and be living in Seattle in a few years.

None of that worked out. I can still remember the first night we spent in our apartment. I hated it. I let everyone know too. I think I cried for a week. I just wanted to go home. My Sisi was too far away to see her more often than the weekends and slowly her grades began to falter. This led to her dropping out and moving back to Florida just five months after I moved out here for her. I fell apart. I had only my mom and I love her, but sometimes you need your friends... You know? We did what we could and took jobs we hated and tried to get used to our new surroundings. I'm apparently a spoiled brat so I'm sure I made things painful for my mom who was finally back in her element and here I was stomping around telling everyone how much I hated it. Hate it. Present tense. I know the whole world is a cess pool of hipster, millennial idiots who all think that they know how to run the world, but the concentration of their free-for-all holier-than-thou ways is as dense here as the trees. It's exhausting listening to people who haven't showered in a week tell you how special they are because they have this heightened awareness that they learned from some Joe Blow and happens to not be fact at all. I have had a 24 year old Hispanic girl tell me that only white people can be racist, everyone else is prejudice. I told her that that in itself was a racist statement. And she said "no it's not. My teacher told me, and she has a PhD." I don't think I need to explain the definition of racism, but I do think Manson could have thrived in this town.

Fast forward quite a few years and we are both still in Oregon working jobs we hate not getting any of the things done we said we would. Are we lazy? Are we depressed? I'm sure it's both.

But, a small miracle comes my way, as I'm getting dressed to go down to the office to sign the next years lease I get a call from a woman who used to work with me. She asks if we are still looking for a new place to live and I tell her yes! We end up renting her townhouse from her because she's getting married. She proves to be a terrible landlord, probably because she's not all that good at being a person. She's really great at other things, but not that. Somme people are like that. But, I also haven't learned how to speak Oregonian in the 14 years I have been here.

A few more years and we end up buying the house and I have changed jobs for my health and things are looking up. I lose some of the weight I had acquired in my sorrows. I even find a guy that I can tolerate. Mostly bc he's 4000 miles away in another country. But, I struggle to find my way in our incredibly mismatched relationship. And he's so smart. So, successful... Here it comes... "what's he doing with a loser like me?"

My friends.... They all have something to show for their lives: degrees, children (Im not interested in these things,) husbands, jobs they don't hate....

I have a mortgage and a ridiculously high HOA, two payed off cars, 50 extra pounds on my ass, a job I'm not particularly built for, and a guy whom I love differently than he loves me.

I'm killing it.... Or myself. One way or the other. "I still haven't figured that shit out yet " -Eddie Murphy

I think this a pretty good place to stop for now. You should have a good amount of reference points for the following posts which will entirely be me, describing my chronic severe depression hoping that someone somewhere might read it and know they are not alone. I feel such a sense of validation when I read something from someone who feels the same as I do. This blog isn't for attention or critiquing, as most will likely be written when things like grammar and story structure aren't focused on. It's purely to get the chaos out so, I can organize it.

I don't know who you are but if you're reading this far, please stay tuned if you want to say "Wow, that's exactly how I feel."

Do good.

JAMES ALLEY BLUES

This is the ST. JAMES INFIRMARY BLUES series; Part Three. For all other parts and additional IkeSen works by me, see here.

Azuchi wasn’t set to close for another hour, but they cleared everyone out anyway. Patrons staggered out happily, the jazz band packed up, and presently, all but the Oda men were gone. 

Well, except for the woman. 

Hideyoshi wrapped her in one of his robes--his favorite, the green one--but she still shivered. Shock, Mitsunari figured. Masamune settled her in one of the bar chairs and poured her a water, but she was just sitting there, tapping her fingers restlessly against the glass and bouncing her knee, eyes wide. Her friend Sasuke perched nearby, just out of her hand’s reach. He wasn’t one of theirs, but he was well known enough to them to make him an asset.

“So.” Nobunaga settled into a chair on the dais for the band, presenting himself as regally as any Lord of their domain. “So McDiehl is dead.”

Silence. A few of the men clasped their hands over their chest, a moment of unspoken prayer and reflection echoing in the eerie quiet. 

“This is fucked,” Ieyasu muttered. “Whoever did it knew.”

There wasn’t much to say to that. Ieyasu was right. The only time local law enforcement could get involved in speakeasies was if a non-alcohol related crime occurred there, and a murder was about as high up there as possible. If police got involved, Azuchi got shut down--and more than that, all the Oda men faced prison. 

“Probably.” But Nobunaga was as calm as ever. “Mitsunari, what did you see?”

“Not much.” He donned his glasses on habit, realized he had nothing to read from, and slipped them off his nose again. “I heard screaming from the office and ran out to see her standing over the body of McDiehl. A man was in front of her.”

“His face?”

“Too dark. I couldn’t get a clear look. He was holding a Colt M1889, standard issue. I immediately determined he meant to kill her and took cover. In that time, the man fled the scene. Masamune and I secured it with the dumpster to block the entry and spread some tarps, just in case it rains.”

“But McDiehl died from a blade wound,” Mitsuhide added thinly. “Which is inconsistent.”

“Indeed.” Nobunaga cupped his face in his hand. “We will investigate the scene on daylight, correct?”

“Yes, sir.” 

“And we’ll get Lt. Pierson to come and take a report. I can buy him off for some time.”

Ieyasu’s brow furrowed. “If we involve police at all, we run the risk of having Azuchi shut down.”

“And if we do a cover up, we run the risk of being pinned as the murderers.” Nobunaga shut the idea down with all the precision of an executioner. “No. Lt. Pierson will take a report, and we will have to figure out who targeted us--and McDiehl. Woman.”

The woman blinked and looked up at him. “Yes?”

“Princess,” Sasuke murmured, “You don’t have to add if you’re still jittery.”

“N-no, I think I can do it.”

“What did you see?”

“Um.” She shook her head. “Not much more than Mr. Ishida, if I’m honest. Just... Just that man. He had a really large coat on.”

“Mm.” Mitsuhide leaned back against the bar, folding his arms over his chest. “Easier to hide any bladed weapons that way. It must be someone that is aware that the Oda, Uesugi, and Takeda groups all carry them.”

“Agreed.” Nobunaga tapped his lip. “And so this is either an inside job, or we are being framed.”

The men all stirred. Neither option was amenable; they both pointed a little too close to home. Their leader leaned back in his chair and drummed his fingers along the armrest. “Princess, you will be staying with us.”

“What?” Her eyes went wide. “Wh--”

“You are a prime witness to a murder. In fact, you are the only witness. The murderer made clear he intended to kill you at the scene. What prevents him from trying again?”

She shut her mouth. 

“You will stay here, where we can guard you. There are plenty of places to sleep in the complex.”

“She can have my room,” Mitsunari offered immediately. The poor woman deserved at least a space of her own after being thrust so rudely into this mess. “I don’t mind sleeping on the couch.”

“Then there you have it. Sasuke Sarutobi, I assume you’d requisition some of her effects from her residence?”

“I can.” 

“It is settled. Mitsunari.”

“Yes, sir?” He snapped to attention, a habit long ingrained in him. 

“I’m putting you in charge of this. You’re the only person who we can effectively rule out from the crime scene. It lends you credibility that the rest of us won’t have to investigators. Do you understand?”

As much as Nobunaga was making sense, Mitsunari also knew the unspoken second reasoning. You were military intelligence. If anyone else can do it, you can. “Understood. How long do I have.”

“I’d assume a week, or less.”

That wasn’t long at all. Still, he could hardly press for more. He nodded. “Yes, sir.”

She was quiet as he guided her up the stairs, her arm laced through his. 

“Well, at least I get to give you the grand tour,” Mitsunari offered cheerily. Heavens knew someone had to be a little uplifting tonight. “It’s far more spacious up here than it looks from outside.”

“Oh?” Her voice was soft and dreamy, which he liked. It was awfully pleasant to listen to. 

“Oh, yes.” Fishing the dog tags from his shirt, he rifled along the chain and liberated a key, sliding it into the small lock of the door at the top. With a click, it opened to the living room. It was broad and well furnished, paintings and screens from Japan arranged in perfect harmony along the rich, dark green walls. A few windows looking out over the San Francisco streets allowed moonlight over the couches and cushions surrounding a central table. Playing cards still littered the surface. In the back corner, a piano sat untouched. “This is the common area. Feel free to use it however you like. I don’t suppose you play piano?”

“I do, actually.” 

“Do you?” And he smiled at her, broad and meaningful. “Well, then that makes two of us. I’m the only one using it right now, and I’m a bit rusty, so please, feel free to use it. We could use someone of any talent on it.”

She granted him a tiny smile. Victory. He returned it and escorted her down the long hallway. “Masamune is the first door, here. It’s dark blue, like his eyes, so it’s a bit easy to remember.” He pointed at the door. “I don’t know if you can read Japanese, but our names are on them as well.”

“Alright.” 

“Here’s the library and office,” he motioned to the right, rapping on the door with his knuckles. “Usually it’s only myself or Mitsuhide in there. Please, feel free to use it if you like. More rooms... a bit down the hall is the armory.” 

She stiffened. He quickly added, “We’re just used to having one. It’s a bit of a habit from the war.”

“Oh.” But she didn’t relax. Damn! 

“And this,” he stopped at a dark violet door, pushing it open. “This is my room.”

It wasn’t a very large space, all things considered. He had a dresser and a bedside table, a large futon and sink for washing up. The rest of the space in the room was for bookshelves, his own collection crammed tight inside. A skylight overhead released a pool of soft moonlight over the immaculately-made sheets. All at once he realized she had no bedclothes. “Oh--and, hold on, let me get you some things...” 

Releasing her arm, he padded to the drawers and slid one open, revealing rows of meticulously folded and rolled socks. Selecting a pair--soft and dark blue--he set it on the bedsheets, then picked out a rolled set of clean pajamas. They were mens’, but it was better than nothing. 

“You roll your socks?” She sounded both delighted and confused. 

“Oh, yes.” He stared at them, suddenly very conscious. “It... it, mathematically, saves the most space, and I have a lot of socks... People give me them for Christmas fairly often.”

The woman--Princess, was she?--bit her lip to restrain the smile. He had no such reservations. Releasing a tiny laugh at his own expense, he shrugged. “I suppose it is quite funny. Do you need anything else?”

She ran her fingers down the thread of pearls she wore and shook her head. The moonlight caught the contours of her face, and for perhaps the first time, Mitsunari realized she was very lovely. “Well, please let me know. I’ll be in the common room, and I don’t sleep heavily, so don’t hesitate to disturb me. Major--Mr. Nobunaga’s room is at the very end, and Hideyoshi’s is the green door near his, and they’re both available to you as well. The kitchen is downstairs in Azuchi. No doubt Mr. Sarutobi will be back with some of your things in the morning.”

“Alright.” She nodded. “Thank you very much, Mr. Ishida.”

“Please.” He slipped by her to the door, catching her hand in hers and planting a kiss on it. “Call me Mitsunari.”

Daybreak, and the crime scene was sparse at best. 

Mitsunari, Mitsuhide, and Lt. Pierson combed the alleyway as best they could, but there was precious little to uncover. McDiehl’s throat was slit, and that was the obvious cause of death. Clutched tight under his coat was a half-full bottle of  1897 Pure Rye Monongahela Whiskey. 

“What’s that all about?” The officer turned it around and around by the cap, frowning.

“Well,” Mitsuhide drawled, as if the answer were obvious, “Harland Samuel McDiehl was quite a drunk after the war.”

“Yes, but that makes little sense in context of the moment.” Mitsunari frowned, lifting McDiehl’s coat ever so slightly. “I think the killer took his gun.”

“Do you?” The other two men squinted where Mitsunari pointed; an empty holster rested against the inside of his coat. 

“Yes. The killer was using a standard issue Army pistol, which myself and all others in the Oda, Takeda, and Uesugi groups have. McDiehl is missing his. Even drunk, his training would dictate he keep his gun on his possession. Since Princess stated he quite literally fell on her foot when she exited, it makes no sense that it was looted afterward, meaning that at some point, the killer obtained his gun--but McDiehl thought the bottle of whiskey was more important.”

“Huh. Is this a brand you all carry?”

Mitsuhide took the bottle and turned it, eyes narrowed, and shook his head. “No. I’ve never requested this brand. He would have gotten it elsewhere.”

“Shucks.” Lt. Pierson set it down. “Isn’t much else to go on, is there?”

“Not really.” Mitsunari brushed his hands over his shirt and stood, adjusting his suspenders. “The bullet would have come from McDiehl’s own gun, the neck wound is obvious--which means we’re likely looking for a discarded wakizashi--”

“A what, now?”

“It’s a short sword.” Mitsuhide lifted open his own jacket, revealing one tucked into the band of his pants. “Like this.”

Lt. Pierson eyed him warily. “And you just happen to have one?”

“We all do,” Mitsunari added swiftly. “It’s a common-use implement for all of us here, as well as the others. This is part of why we suspect it’s an attempt to frame us.”

“Anyone got a reason to want McDiehl here dead?”

Mitsuhide snorted. “A few.”

“There was word on the street that McDiehl might be a ProHi informant,” Mitsunari explained. “It generated an altercation between him and a few of us and our associates. Hideyoshi Toyotomi and he got into it, Kenshin Uesugi threatened to kill him and would have, had Nobunaga Oda not intervened. I suppose Shingen Takeda might have a bone to pick with McDiehl as well--”

“If only because he loathes Major Oda,” Mitsuhide added. 

“Hn.” The officer snapped his book closed. “Well, the blood spatters stop at about the mouth of the alleyway, there aren’t really any fingerprints, nothing much in the way of the murder weapon, and the whole of your gang is coming off as probable suspects. This isn’t looking good for you all, I gotta say.”

“But you’re still going to wait to file the report, correct?” Mitsuhide added. 

“’Course. But I’m just letting you know, we gotta have something before the week is out, or I can’t protect you all.”

“Understood.” Mitsunari looked down at the body bag that held McDiehl, thinking a prayer to himself before zipping it shut.

The Princess was sitting at the bar, an eggs benedict plate half-eaten in front of her and Masamune showing off his pancake flipping skills. 

“Annnddd--” He tossed the pancake in the air, flipped the pan in his hand, and caught both with precision. She laughed out loud, applauding the show. 

“Brava!” 

He winked--or was it blinking, when you only had one eye?--and dumped it onto a plate, drizzling fresh berries on top. “See, living here comes with free chef service. Mitsunari, breakfast?”

“Is that for me?” He smiled broadly. “I thought you were making my favorite. Thank you!”

“Yours is the easiest.” He slathered a sweep of butter and some syrup over top before passing it off. “What’s the story?”

“Well.” Mitsunari settled in beside the Princess, taking a thoughtful bite. “It isn’t much, but I’ve got at least one lead. Princess, what are you doing today?”

“Me?” She looked surprised. Apparently Sasuke had come through with her things, because he realized suddenly that she was wearing a pale blue dress that she certainly hadn’t worn yesterday. It looked absolutely fetching on her. “Oh, nothing.”

“Would you like to come and see the Uesugi-Kenshin operation?” He offered. “I’ve got a bottle to track down, and I think they might know where it came from. It’s the only thing we have to go on at present.”

“What bottle?” Masamune asked, setting down glasses of milk for both of them. 

“It’s a 1897 whiskey, Monongahela Pure Rye. We don’t carry it.”

“That we sure don’t.”

“Well,” she said at last, “I haven’t another thing to do, and I’d certainly like to help.”

“And I’d love your company.” He smiled at her. At the very least, it would keep her distracted from the shock of seeing a dead body, now, wouldn’t it? “We’ll set off after breakfast.”

What Online Business Tools Do I Use?

 When thinking about the tools I have bought over the years for my business it always makes me shudder.

 To understand why we have to go back in my life for a bit of a history lesson . . .

  Jeepers, I know I am getting on, but I am not that old.

 On with the story . . .

 The Parable Of The Fool

I am going all the way back to 2014 when I first got interested in making money online.

 First, let me warn you. If you are new to online marketing, then make sure you read this. It is important and will save you a chunk of hard-earned cash.

 In those early days, I was a total novice. I assumed making money online involved creating up a single page website, posting it online, and then waiting for the money to roll in.

 I believed what the guru's were telling me. 'Get it online, it will be there forever bringing money into your bank account.'

 Believe me, it doesn't work like that.

 If you receive an email from anyone saying that, then scroll to the bottom of it and hit the 'Unsubscribe' button. You do not want advice from anyone like that.

 Now learning about how to make money online is tortuous for the majority of people. 'Newbies' who come into this industry often need to make money because they don't have any to start with.

 The problem is you get drawn into buying cheap products from JVZoo and Warrior+. Most are not going to solve your problem.

 At the price offered they are not going to be a complete solution. It is like getting 5% of a jigsaw puzzle. Even if you manage to put the pieces roughly where they should be you might get an inkling of the picture. That is if you are lucky.

 The next thing you do is buy another product with another incomplete solution. It doesn't help, because it is a different picture.

 What you need is to buy a package with a complete solution, except these cost big money. And you don't have big money.

 Also, many of these packages are still incomplete solutions. They may give you 50% of the picture. Why? Because the guru wants you to buy their coaching, which is where they make the real money.

 Even then, the coaching might not be the whole story. For that, you have to pay yet more money for their 'Mastermind' program.

 It is not all doom and gloom though. On the odd occasion, you stumble across someone like myself who has been around the block and will help you. Are you feeling better now you have found me?

 Most of the packages people buy when they come into online marketing never get used. It's a sad fact.

 There are several reasons why:

The package is incomplete

The package is a solution to one small problem

The package is not supported well by the owner

The package does not do what they say it does

I could go on.

 It is very easy to get into the mindset of believing the copywriters who market these products. They are professionals whose purpose is to make you feel you are making a big mistake if you don't buy it.

 In the end, you jump from one product to another. You believe Product B will give you the knowledge you lack to make Product A work.

 It won't.

 Flitting from product to product like this is what people call 'Shiny Object Syndrome'. It affects the majority of wannabe online business owners in the early days. Even experienced people who should have learned their lesson can stay afflicted.

 It is a bad disease and it costs you a lot of money. I know because I had a bad case of it.

 Back To The Present (Almost), But Still On My High Horse

A few weeks ago I went through my list of tools and training I had purchased over the last 5 years. The main email address I used to sign up for these products in the early days was expiring. I no longer use it so didn't want to pay another year's domain registration fee.

 My plan was to revisit old tools and training to update the email address to my current one.

 What I found was shocking. Like stun gun shocking.

  90% of the stuff I had purchased more than 2 years ago no longer existed!!! Gone. Kaput. It had dodo written all over it.

 Even some of the more up to date stuff had vanished too. The domain names were no longer registered.

 They had shuffled off to the resting place of digital ones and zeroes - binary heaven.

 One of these training packages I had paid $497 for. It was for a lifetime account.

 One thing you learn is that a lifetime account usually means for the life of the product. It is not for your lifetime. The lifetime of a product can be as little as 6 months!

 Now, before you go into complete despair, there is hope. My aim is to help you avoid some of the pitfalls I encountered.

 You may ask why most product vendors don't offer this advice too? The answer is if they did you wouldn't buy their stuff in the first place.

 The truth is, there ARE some good people out there. I have products that are still valid after 5 or six years. In fact, they are still marketed today. Some of these are inexpensive products too.

 Going through my backlog of woe, I discovered who some of the good guys are. For instance, my first mentor John Thornhill has the majority of his products still working and available for sale.

 The same applies to a marketer called Kevin Fahey.

 Both of these guys produce their own training and tools and are still active today. John Thornhill has launched the careers of a few decent marketers. His 'Partnership To Success' coaching program is responsible for putting these people on the map.

 His training is good and his philosophy passes on to his students. If you complete his training you have a high chance of success. This is because John backs you all the way. Your success is his success. His business grows as your business grows.

 You can find out how to access John's coaching program for just $1 by clicking this link.

 'Stop Rambling And Get On With It'

Anyhow, back to the job in hand.

 I sifted through all the training packages and online tools I had purchased over the years. I didn't dare add up how much I had spent. I wanted to be able to sleep that night.

 What I ended up with was a lot of tools and a lot of training that had taught a lot of the good stuff I now know. Yes, there is some decent stuff out there thankfully.

 I made a list of the useful products in a spreadsheet, with notes explaining what they did. I included login details and URLs and denoted if they were a tool or training.

 I found some gems. The list I compiled offset some of the annoyance of so much deadwood. In fact, one or two of them will play a major part in what I build for my business. The best part is I bought them when they first hit the market and paid a pittance for a lifetime account.

 One package I paid $49 for a lifetime account. The same package now costs $92 a month because the tool has become popular. I purchased to top package that they have since developed even further.

 Stick with me over time and I will teach you how to get these types of products at these 'early-bird' prices.

 My Good Intentions

My intention is to build a list of the products I use and the products I recommend. This will be available on my website. It will help you make the right buying decisions.

 I also intend to provide reviews of many of these tools and training so you can judge if they are right for you too. I promise I will be honest in those reviews too.

 I will also review some of the major products as they get released. These will be the ones the marketers will be pushing hard. I want you to know if they are worth buying or not.

 My aim of these reviews is I want to build your trust. I can't see how I can achieve that if I recommend products to you I wouldn't use myself. Especially if you don't use them either.

 Many of these products I will make a commission from if you buy through my link. They won't cost you any more money than if you bought them anywhere else. The commission payment comes the product vendor as a thank you for recommending you.

 It is the same philosophy as the profit a retailer makes on any product they sell you. They make money for recommending a product to you.

 To continue to make commissions I need people to trust me. I won't gain trust if I recommend everything that hits the market. Especially as most of it is poor.

 It is sad, but this is how most marketers operate. They recommend products to make their commission. Their commission is all they care about. This is why so many poor products keep appearing on the market.

 My role is to guide you away from these and to products that are helpful and provide a useful function. I will tell you why they will help so you can decide if you are one of the people who would benefit from them.

 Sound reasonable?

 Avoiding The Pyrite

Finally, I want to wrap up this state of the (Jenkins) nation.

 'Hoorah', I hear you bellow.

 In the last few weeks, I have purchased some other products that I felt filled the gaps I needed to build my business.

 They weren't cheap. I have got past that stage. But they are effective.

 I have the experience now to tell the difference between gold and fool's gold (also known as pyrite). Can you tell I used to sell gemstones and crystals?

 I have most of the tools I need to start my business. I will let you into my vault where the gold resides over time. So pay attention over the coming weeks and months.

 Until next time, although I will leave you with one thought:

 If it has the price tag of fool's gold it most certainly is. If it has the price of gold, seek expert advice before parting with your fortune.

Primary research

31.03.2020 - 

As I have decided to choose the brand Oh Polly for the company that I am going to rebrand. I will be explaining to you who they are and everything about the brand. 

Who is Oh Polly?

They are a rapidly growing fast fashion selling women’s clothing internationally. They have expanded their company and now have offices in Glasgow, Liverpool, Los Angeles, Dhaka and Gungzhou with over 250 employees in the Uk and 300 employees worldwide. https://www.google.com/search?q=who+are+oh+polly&oq=who+are+oh+polly&aqs=chrome..69i57j0l7.2596j0j9&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8. 

Their vision and purpose is to make sure they produce high standard and high quality products along with outstanding customer service. They started with designing dresses however over the 3 years they have been able to expand their products and now sell a huge range of garments. Such as two pieces, tops, shoes, skirts, swimwear, bodysuits, leggings, playsuits, jumpsuits, trousers, shorts, coats and jackets. Some of these garments are split into a range of collections and collaborations such as embellished, bandage and petite along with the wide range of collaborations with top influencers. Such as Tammy Hembrow, Emily Shak and Stassie. Oh Polly’s target market are females aged 18 – 30 years old, this is due to two reasons one being because these are the prime ages when attending events and going out. The other point being because as it is online and social media based they are targeting the younger generation as they are growing rapidly and are the main focus to be influenced by all of the online influencers they the brand use and collaborate with. The brand sells all their products online this is because they believe that the online fashion industry is growing, and they have been able to show that as successful because they have been able to grow their followers  to 2.9 million on Instagram and website to 2 million monthly viewers in just 3 years and that is only on average. 

As you can see from the images above the influencers that help promote the company have a very large followings such as Tammy Hembrow with 11 million followers this means that it could reach the same customers that follow Oh Polly on instagram but it will also help them gain followers as it will reach a lot more people. People who follow these influencers are very inspired by these people this means that when they see them post and tag Oh Polly they will then click on the company and have a look at them leading them to potentially buy products from the brand. This is due to the fact that their influencers wear the products meaning that they will aspire to look and style themselves like them. Oh polly have also created two more instagram pages for the shoes and the swimwear. This is to boost the platform that they have. The brand tends to do a monthly giveaway and in order to enter the free give away you need to tag people in the comments section and follow all three of the instagram pages. This builds the platform as people are tagging lots of different people constantly and following all of the brands pages. 

The price range for Oh Polly products is expensive compared to some of the other fast fashion brands such as Miss Guided  however, in my opinion I believe that they are much better quality and the time and thought that has gone into these products is very high.

I have also done some further research and looked into who has wrote about Oh Polly and what positive and negative things they have been saying about the brand. I have done this because I strongly believe that people get a very good opinion and recommendation on word to mouth. This is because they are able to trust opinions from ordinary people that have shopped from the company or news articles that have been produced in fashion magazines and not just relying on famous influencers opinions as they are usually getting paid for a biased opinion.

I came across an article from the times and how and why the company was created. Claire Henderson and Max Branney said that they started off after travelling the world and seeing the poverty that is going on in Cambodia. They started off buying and selling clothes on eBay and any money made they then send off to the charity that they have created in order to send it off the Cambodia. After the algorithms changed for google they realised that they needed to create a plan b and find another way that they can produce a very large profit for the charity. They saw a gap in the market and decided to create women’s clothes. I believe that this is a very inspirational way into creating a brand because they have a reason and purpose for creating the company and it is a very good cause. The brand has continued to donate money towards Cambodia and they have regular trips in order to see what the money that they’re donating is doing.  (https://www.thetimes.co.uk/article/oh-polly-founders-mike-branney-and-claire-henderson-fashion-inspired-by-the-killing-fields-x95dwtmx7)

After doing a little bit more research I managed to find an article wrote by Claire Henderson herself about what really is the heart of the brand. She repeated that she started raising money for Cambodia by selling all of her stuff such as old clothes and university books. Henderson managed to raise enough in order to fund a whole classroom and employee a teacher, this then showed and pushed her in order to come up with an idea of raising more money. This is where Oh Polly was created. The brand has managed to build a school and fund over 300 children that have all come from very poor backgrounds in order to help them live a better life. The charity that they have created is called the Brannerson Foundation created from a mash-up of Max Branney and Claire Henderson’s last names. In 2018 alone the brand donated 76K to the Brannerson foundation this was made from only 5% of the brands overall profit.(https://www.ohpolly.com/heart-of-the-brand)

This is very close to the founders hearts therefore they want to make sure that by rebranding this company it will help to boost the sales and increase the amount that they are able to donate the Cambodia and many more charities in the future.

After I had found this information I wanted to figure out where the name Oh Polly actually came from. I decided to message the founder myself via instagram so I could get to the bottom of it. She replied with “Polly is the name of a girl I supported in Cambodia, she was one of the first kids I started to support. She had a super difficult start to life 9she was already 11 when I first met her), but if there is ever anyone who’s kicked ass in life despite whats been thrown at them - its polly. I wanted to name my business after her. She’s big now in the city and I dont quite think she understands that theres a whole brand named after her that people wear out every weekend. Also, I had to add the ‘Oh’ because polly.com was too expensive and I couldn’t afford the domain at that time so I had to get creative.”

I have also asked one of the CEO’s a few more questions about Oh Polly and their response was (28.05.2020 - I have left this to the absolute last minute in order to add this and see if she had replied. however, unfortunately she didn't come back to the questions that I had sent her.)

100 Questions for BJD Owners

Bringing back an old classic!

100 QUESTIONS FOR DOLL OWNERS

1. What is your name and birthdate? --Luna, 2/27

2. How long have you been interested in dolls? --Dolls in general: my whole life! XD BJD’s: about 13 years.

3. How many ball-joint dolls do you have? --Six

4. What is/are the name(s) of your doll(s)? --Lydia, Xander, Douban, Phoenix, Touren, and Ani

5. What type of BJD do you have? --DOD Tender Too and Bee-A, Luts Cutie Delf Mary, Lati Blue Rucas, Fairyland Elf Shiwoo/Soulkid girl hybrid, and BlueFairy Shiny Junior Leila.

6. Do you believe in Fate? --What the heck does that question have to do with dolls? And, um…no.

7. Who is the manufacturer of your doll(s)? Dream of Doll, LatiDoll, Cerberus Project, Fairyland, Souldoll, and BlueFairy

8. What was your first reaction when you saw your BJD for the first time? --MY BABY’S SO BEAUTIFUL!! o(ToT)o

9. Have you shown your doll off at a Doll Show? --Nope. I’ve taken them to a few meet-ups though.

10. Which do you prefer? Commercial BJDs (such as Kyon customed dolls) or Customizing your own BJD? --Customization all the way! I’ve done custom faceups on 3 out of my six dolls—no regrets!

11. How do you feel about Commercial BJDs? --They’re gorgeous!

12. Did you create a personality/background for your doll(s)? If so, describe them! --Sure did. I need to update their bios though and post them here.

13. What type of relationship do you have with your doll (ex. beloved daughter, friend)? --Lydia is my sweet little daughter! The others are kind of just “strays” I picked up, or they’re just involved with Lydia in some way.

14. Does your BJD have a nickname? --Not all of them, but Phoenix calls Xander “Xandie” sometimes (much to his chagrin), and I sometimes call Phoenix “Fifi” just for fun. Touren gets “wolf-kid” every now and then, and Ani is “the puppy”.

15. What special meaning does your doll's name have? --Lydia=Greek for “woman from Persia” or “beauty”, Scheherazade=The clever, beautiful storyteller from The Arabian Nights, Kovaleh=random Farsi surname I found. Xander is short for Alexander (just a name I like), Phoenix comes from her flaming red hair, Douban is named after a physician from the Arabian Nights and his surname al-Razi is after a real Persian doctor, Touren was a name my friend (his previous owner) invented, and Ani is named after a former student of mine named Anna.

16. Does your BJD have a special seat/place in your room? If so, where? --Yup, they all either have their own chair or share the bench.

17. Did you buy a chair specifically for your BJD? --Of course! Poor Ani still needs one though.

18. Does your BJD have accessories of her own? (ex. pets, toys, hairbrush) --Oh goodness, tons…they’re so spoiled!

19. What hard to find items do you wish you could get for your doll? --MSD sized tablets

20. What is the most expensive thing you've bought for your doll? --A DollHeart limited edition “Fer” outfit…y’all know how crazy expensive those are!

21. When you go out, do you take your doll with you? --Not usually, but I have taken them a couple places, and I always take one of them with me on vacations.

22. If so, where have you taken your doll? --To work, to my friends’ work, on vacation, to meet-ups, and to the mall!

23. Is there a regular place you take your doll out to? --Poor dears rarely gets taken anywhere…

24. If you do take your doll out of the house, how do you carry her? (ex. SD violin case, backpack,etc) I usually just carry them in my purse or in the official DOD carrying case.

25. When you do take your doll out, is it easy to do or do you find it's more trouble than it's worth? --I get sooooo paranoid when I take them out, so that’s why I don’t do it often.

26. Does your doll have a friend? Do you think your doll wants a friend? --They’re all friends with each other really, but they have some other friends outside of the house too.

27. If you could build your dream FCS for free, what would it be? --MSD, beauty white pureskin, F-13 head, boy body, 02 legs, 01 feet, 05 hands, optional cat ears, W-85N wig in black (natural), silver 16mm eyes, and custom goth makeup! (Basically another one of my OC’s Ame)

28. What is your favorite optional head? --MSD F-13!

29. What is your least favorite optional head? --MSD F-12…Bleh

30. What type of fantasy head would you like to see produced? --An elephant anthro!

31. What is your favorite wig for your doll? --They all only have one wig each…

32. What made you choose your BJD out of all the various types? --I love Bee-A’s elegant, mature face and her petite body! Plus she was a great price, but I would have gotten her even if she was the same price as the other DOD’s. As for the others they mostly perfectly fit the characters I had imagined them to be. (Except Touren, who was an impulse buy and I figured out his story after I got him)

33. Do you change your BJD's wig often and have you tried styling the wigs? --See #31…

34. How many wigs do you have? --Um, hello? #31??

35. How many shoes do you have for your doll? Does your doll have socks too? --I don’t feel like counting them all, but probably about 15 pairs of shoes between all of them (Xander only has one pair and Ani has two but the rest of them share shoes since they’re all the same size). Lydia and Phoenix share about 5 pairs of stockings.

36. What types of clothing does your doll wear? (name in order of favorite styles) --Lydia: goth, renaissance lady-style, casual, Xander: casual play clothes, Douban: casual and traditional Persian, Phoenix: colorful and frilly, Touren: punk, Ani: cute and playful.

37. Where do you purchase your BJD clothing? --I make most of their clothes myself, but occasionally I’ll buy them clothes from DollHeart or Dollmore.

38. Do you sew clothing for your doll? --Sure do!

39. Do you plan on dressing your doll as an anime character? If so, who? --My dolls have done cosplay before: Touren has dressed up as Sora from No Game No Life, and Douban has dressed as Gackt (okay not an anime character, but still cosplay!)

40. Do you make accessories for you doll? What kinds? --Arm warmers, scarves, belts, hats, hair ribbons, you naaaame it!!

41. Have you made doll items that you plan on selling? --I used to a while back, but I haven’t done it in years.

42. Do you sew/knit/crochet and for how long? --Yes, I’ve been knitting/crocheting for 10 years and sewing for more than twice that long.

43. Is there a type of music that you listen to when you are with your doll? --Not really, whatever I’m in the mood for at the time.

44. Have you ever thought about opening a doll shop? --I did for a while, but I had to focus on other things so I quit.

45. Do you have a specific area in your home where you keep your dolls or customize them? --They live in my home office/crafting room.

46. For how long did you know about BJDs before you actually got your BJD? --I first discovered them a year or two before I finally broke down and bought Lydia, then the others trickled in after her over a span of years.

47. Do you carry your doll around in the house? --Only when I’m showing them off to people, hehehe

48. Is there a special place in your house that you like to sit with your doll? --Sometimes I’ll sit with them while I’m making something for them in my craft room or while watching TV.

49. What are the comments you have heard in regards to your doll, after others have seen it in person? --“SHE’S SO PRETTY!!” or “that’s creepy”

50. Does your doll have their own website? --Do Tumblr and Instagram count? I used to have an actual website for my dolls, but I gave up the domain after a couple years because I wasn’t really maintaining it. Social networks are free, so I have those now.

51. What is the color of your doll(s) eyes now? Also give the size of eyes too.

-- Lydia: 16mm brown, Xander: 14mm violet, Douban: 12mm brown, Phoenix: 14mm light violet, Touren: 14mm brown, Ani: 12mm gold.

52. What is your favorite eye color for your doll(s) and why? --They all just have one pair that they wear permanently.

53. How often do you change the eyes? --See #52

54. How many different pairs of eyes do you have for your doll? --Anyone else noticing a pattern here?

55. Do you believe your doll has a "soul"? --Um, no…They do indeed have “life of their own” but it’s all in my imagination of course!

56. Do you talk to your doll? --Guilty.

57. When talking to your doll, how does she address you? -- Lydia addresses me as “Mama” but the others just call me Luna.

58. How do men react to your doll? --Most men have either thought they were beautiful or just didn’t really care…I have one male friend who can’t sleep in the same room with them though. XD

59. What was your favorite childhood doll growing up and why? --I had a rag doll named “Kachina” that I made when I was 11. I loved playing with her and making clothes for her! I even took her to Lebanon with me.

60. Did you have to sell items from a personal collection to raise money to purchase your doll? --Nope, I just saved money for a while.

61. If so, what did you sell? --Didn’t sell anything

62. How much do you spend on your doll a month? What is the maximum you would spend? --I don’t keep track of monthly spending really…I don’t think it’s out of hand enough to do that…

63. Have you purchased something you regretted later? --Nope

64. Do you like buying clothing sets for your doll? --Nah, I prefer to make their clothes. Especially since Douban and Ani are such odd sizes it’s hard to find ready-made clothes for them.

65. How often do you change your dolls clothing? --Every now and then, or if I make them a new outfit.

66. If you could take your doll anywhere with you in the world, where would that be? --JAPAN!! (I regret not taking any of my resin babies the first time I went, so I want to take at least one of them with me when I go back.) I did take Lydia with me to France, Xander to South Korea, and Ani to Spain.

67. Have you ever done something to your BJD and felt bad about it? (ex. leaving her naked all night, dropping her) --One time Lydia fell while I was taking pictures of her…Scared me to death, but luckily nothing happened.

68. What paint brand do you use on your doll? --Liquitex Acrylics and Faber-Castell chalk pastels.

69. If you were stranded on a deserted island with your doll, what 3 things would you want for your doll to have? --eh??

70. Does your doll have a girlfriend/boyfriend? --Hahaha, this is a fun question…Lydia has been long-distance married to a doll that belongs to a friend of mine for like 10 years now, Pheonix and Touren sort of like each other, and Douban is still single but too focused on his medical career to be interested in girls. Xander and Ani are too young still to be even thinking about such things (I think o x o;;).

71. Does your doll have siblings? --Lydia and Douban have a sibling-like relationship, Xander and Phoenix are actual siblings, and so are Touren and Ani.

72. Will you pierce your doll's ears? --Never!

73. Have you given your doll a manicure? What color? --Yes! Lydia has dark red fingernails, and Phoenix has a rainbow manicure.

74. Did you do the esthetic process on your doll? --Only on Phoenix so far. Xander has also had an elf-ear mod done.

75. If so, are you glad you did? --Yes! I have a special bond with Phoenix because I feel like she’s the most customized out of all my dolls. Xander HAD to be an elf, so no regrets there.

76. If not, why not? --Lydia was already sanded, Douban is tan so I’m afraid to do any sanding on him, and with Touren and Ani I just never got around to it.

77. If you could change anything they did with the BJD body, what would it be? --Umm…more options for hands (jointed fingers <3) and feet.

78. Have you sueded and wired your doll? --Ani was hot-glue sueded when I got her, but I actually removed the sueding because I didn’t like it.

79. If your BJD could be friends with any other BJD, which one would it be? --Hmm…they have quite a few friends already.

80. Do you plan to get more BJDs in the future? --OMG yes…I have 12 more dolls on my wishlist! (yes that means I want to eventually triple my collection)

81. If so, which BJDs? -- You might wanna sit down for this… • Umiko – Minifee Celine A-line Tan girl • Katja and Lexi – Kid Delf Almond BW girls x2 • Tara - Spiritdoll Smart Snowdrop BW girl • Maribel – Minifee Seorin A-line BW girl • Zahara – Littlefee Chiwoo girl • Kiri – Zuzu Delf Corni girl • Ouji – Luts Model Delf Avalanche Brown skin boy, cat ears added • Ame – Luts Model Delf Avalanche White skin boy, cat ears added • Jikai – Bluefairy Tiny Fairy Louis girl • Kairina – Resinsoul Bei White skin girl • QKR 2.0 – Resinsoul Bei Gray skin girl

82. Do you change the paint on your BJDs often? --Not really, Lydia and Douban are the only ones who I have re-done their faceups.

83. What is your BJD’s favorite color? --Lydia: Red, Xander: Green, Douban: White, Phoenix: RAINBOW! Touren: Black, Ani: Pink

84. In general, what is your SD’s mood or look? --Lydia: sweet, gentle mood; cute but deadly look…Xander: up to no good, Douban: professional, Phoenix: crazy colorful, Touren: punk, Ani: playful.

85. Describe your BJD's favorite outfit. --Lydia: crimson DollHeart Fer outfit, Xander: monster hoodie and jeans, Douban: brown striped pants and an open kimono jacket, Phoenix: rainbow wa-loli kimono dress, Touren: black leather pants and grey hoodie, Ani: teddy bear t-shirt and pink shorts.

86. Does your SD have a formal name? What is it? --Lydia Scheherazade Draculesti Kovaleh-Yueh, Alexander Elrond Kotani, Phoenix Zoe Kotani, Douban Ahmed al-Razi, Touren Oukami, and Ani Oukami.

87. Do you have any colored wigs for you SDs? (green or pink) Which ones? --Lydia’s wig has wine red tips and streaks in it…does that count?

88. What BJD would you like to see in the future?

-- At this point in the hobby, I feel like everything’s been done already, but I’d like to see more steampunk themed or android dolls.

89. If you have more than one BJD, do you favor one over the others? --Lately I’ve been paying lots of attention to Ani because she’s my newest doll and is a unique size…she needs a whole new wardrobe just for her!

90. Is your BJD for display only? --I guess you could call them “display mostly” XD I do pose them for pictures/photostories and I’ll pick them up when I show them to people, but most of the time they just sit around in their chairs.

91. Do you have any brand name clothing for your SDs? --Just a few Dollheart things for my MSDs and one 9NineStyle outfit for Ani.

92. Is there any BJDs you regret not buying? --Eh, not especially

93. Do any of your friends own BJDs? --Yup!

94. Do you have BJD get-togethers?

--I used to have friends over to do doll things and make photostories but I haven’t in quite a few years.

95. Have you lied about the true cost of your SD to your family or friends? --Nope, I’m pretty honest about it.

96. Do you think of yourself as being obsessive about your BJD? If so, explain? --I think I was at first, but I’m not nearly as bad as some other people I’ve seen.

97. If the house was on fire, what would you grab first? Your SD, wallet, clothes or no time and save yourself? --I’d probably grab my dolls and laptop (Mah FILES!) first…everything else is replaceable.

98. Did you buy a digital camera only because you wanted to take pictures of your BJD to show off online? --No, I have DSLR but I use it for other things besides just my dolls.

99. If you passed on, who gets your SD? wife/husband/kids/best friend/no one...it goes with me! Explain why! --I’ll give them to a daughter or granddaughter that I know will love them and take good care of them, but if I end up not having any kids, my dolls are going with me to the grave!

100. Do you think you'll ever tire of your BJD? Why/Why not? --Hehehehe…I’ll probably still be extra-possessive over them even when I’m a 90-year old grandmother!

Web Design and Development - The Mile-High View

With the speed of change online, it can be tough to consider that not many individuals really keep up with the flood of new technology, frameworks, and acronyms.  Unless you're designing web-related businesses, it is very possible your customers will not have any idea what"constructing a web site" actually involves, or what happens after you are done designing.  

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In the following guide, I hope to provide you a breakdown of the Internet they can comprehend what goes into a web site apart from Flash or Photoshop which it is possible to point a customer to.

Let us begin with a bit of history.  You'd computer networks before any of the internet malarkey arrived about.  That's to say, folks connected human mainframes (because personal computers did not exist yet) with wires so that they could speak to one another.  

PC's came together so that they could speak and offices began linking the PCs of a building together.  Then something happened: individuals and a different one connected one office system.  Behold and lo, the cornerstone of the Web as we know it had been born.

In its heart, the world wide web is a network of programs.  Typically, that smaller system is the 1-4 computers you have in your home, which connect into the bigger"Internet" system via your router or cable modem or what have you.

There's no"center" of the world wide web, no overarching computer directing all; it is just countless little networks such as the one on your home or office linking together.  There are systems set up to create it so if your computer says"Join me with pc XYZ," it might discover a way to create that link, but these systems (believe TCP/IP, routing, etc.) are too complex to talk about this.

So the Web existed, but the Internet as we know it didn't.  The Web in those times was good for Usenet: email, bulletin boards, and just a couple of things.  Then came Tim Berners-Lee together with his description of a new acronym: HTML.  HyperText Markup Language enabled the very first internet designers (geeky scientists) to make the initial web pages.  

Word / / HTML allows you to provide them a few meaning, although Consider HTML such as formatting in Microsoft Word is there.  HTML enabled page creators to specify their text such as paragraphs, bulleted lists, numbered lists.  Most of all, HTML enabled page founders to connect 1 page to another - that the"HyperText" section of their title - so that related files could be found efficiently.

Like I mentioned earlier, the very first consumers of HTML were unthinkable scientists.  HTML permits them to connect their newspapers, and format the study papers they mentioned.  This was about it plain HTML does not have any actual capability to"personality" a webpage out of identifying what is a paragraph and what's something more technical.  Hence that the Internet was a sea of text, with no single picture in sight.

A couple of decades after, competing for thoughts on how best to provide pages a few designs were merged into one system, CSS.  "Cascading Style Sheets" allow page founders to make their pages prettier by specifying how the"components" of HTML (paragraphs, lists, etc.) ought to be exhibited.  

The webpage founder could state that text also to mention how broad or tall a piece of content must be around the monitor, and paragraphs ought to be crimson, which lists must be bulleted with squares rather than circles.  

Browser manufacturers had inserted this functionality in their programs (such as Netscape Navigator or Internet Explorer) for a little while at this stage, however, CSS did something radical: it split the material to be exhibited in the principles about how to exhibit it.  Using CSS, a designer may write without any modifications, two design sheets which made looks from an HTML page.

And despite the guarantee of CSS, it began badly implemented in several browsers, to ensure what seemed good in, say, Internet Explorer 3 has been completely broken up in Netscape Navigator 4.  So, rather than CSS, many designers (because it was actually possible to"style" a webpage!)  Chosen to use the table capability of HTML to put their own content out.  

The thought was to utilize a site like an Excel spreadsheet - create the rows and columns whatever width and height you require, then fill in each"cell" of this table using a picture, or any text, before you get exactly what you would like.  This contributed to layouts that were nice-looking, but totally and entirely broke HTML's notions. 

In a layout, the HTML does not have any significance whatsoever; what is a table cell.  If the designer you're speaking with keeps telling you that"table-based style" is a poor thing, that is why.  Utilizing HTML along with CSS creates a website that loads quickly and that really has some significance to machines (such as Google!), rather than a spreadsheet.  After all, do compose a post in Excel or you try to create art?

Thus, we have got networks, HTML pages, and CSS stylesheets.  How do they fit together?

If a person needs a website, they buy a domain name.  By Purchasing a domain name, you are given the right to assign the title to a computer anywhere in the world, of your choosing.  A system named DNS ("Domain Name System") informs each the planet's connected networks of in which you pointed that title, so that if somebody's computer says"anybody knows how to access myfavoritesite.com?" , DNS can say"Sure, it is at computer XYZ around."

Computer XYZ, meanwhile, is currently running a program called a Web host.  "Server" is really a fancy title which disturbs people, but it all really means is that pc XYZ is sitting about listening to its own cable for anybody to say"Hey, I want the things for arborwebsolutions.com," and after it hears that, it is going to throw that material over the cable.  

That is exactly what folks mean when they say that you want to purchase"Web hosting" - you want to pay a business to conduct a pc with server applications listening to your domain, and handing out these documents whenever someone asks them. 

You can run your own server directly - lots of geeks do but that more duty than many men and women wish to carry on.  Your monthly fee suggests.  If they are a firm that is hosting worth the money they are paid by that you, at the least.

(Side note: "Servers" are not only for Internet websites.  You will find email servers which sit around listening to individuals to say"Hey!  Get this letter to Jane Doe!".  

You can find file servers, normally in offices, so that sit around waiting for somebody to say"I want that demonstration file from a week"  Server applications are everywhere, and each time you have a pc interaction with a different computer, you are likely talking to a host.)

Back to technologies.  Even though CSS was taking shape, the Internet also saw the growth of CGI, or"Common Gateway Interface," skills.  (Notice this isn't the exact same CGI as in film special effects; that is"Computer Generated Imagery."  There are just so many combinations of 3 letters on the market.)  CGI enabled a developer to write an app that also did things more complex than simply handing someone an HTML document or a CSS sheet and sat on an internet server.  

With CGI, you can complete a"type" - these collections of text boxes which allow you to do things like buy a book on Amazon or log into Facebook - and do anything with that advice about the host - such as notification Joe in stock to bill your card and email you a novel, or even taking you to your home page on Facebook.  CGI is not a"terminology" in itself, it is only a system, and there are scores of programming languages which may talk CGI.

Hand-in-hand using CGI is the usage of databases.  Databases allow a waiter to hold on to this info which you put in these kinds, and CGI can store info or get it needed.  So once you make an account at Amazon, they are holding all your account information. 

Amazon recalls all kinds of info about you by dragging it from the database when you log into.  Databases allow you to do more than simple accounts.  If you used blogging software such as Wordpress! , or some of the dozens of other site types on the market (which includes Facebook status upgrades or Twitter tweets), you have used a database to store your posts. 

 All there is a site currently doing is keeping your posts then pulling the latest ones somebody comes to your site.

So you have heard of elaborate new tools such as PHP, or Ruby on Rails, or Django?  They just variants on the CGI / database thought.  Sure, they are a good deal more complex than this, but it gives you a good notion about exactly what the designer/developer is currently babbling about.

Yep, less or more that is all there is on the internet.  I could return to this, although I have made out a ton of things.  Thus, when you employ a designer to Create a Website from scratch, here is what they doing:

Locate a Proper domain name and purchase it (a question in its own right), and point it to the hosting service;

Require all your articles (you did provide them your articles, right?)  And mark it up 

Compose CSS stylesheets which turn content into a nice-looking site;

Learn some CGI / database items which have to get performed, and put them up (generally called"backend" work).

"That is so easy!"  Some customers will state.  "I could do this myself!"  It is true!  You do not require a permit and that is the way.  However, when people with this mindset begin looking for CSS and HTML, they wind up creating pages which place MySpace. 

Knowing that the tools are not enough-.  Hitting on on a couple of nails with it, and Having a hammer is not sufficient to turn you into a craftsman does not make you a master carpenter.

One last note about Adobe Dreamweaver.  Dreamweaver is a program which helps people write CSS and HTML.  That is it - that the Internet doesn't demand Dreamweaver to function; you may make a whole site in Notepad if you would like, provided that you store the HTML document as".html" along with the CSS document as".css".  

Dreamweaver does make things somewhat easier by allowing you"preview" your website because of your code and kind things wherever you need in that preview but recall the bases of HTML and CSS - text articles on a single side, demonstration on the opposite. 

Dreamweaver has difficulty doing this; the websites it generates using those" visual instruments" find yourself like the spreadsheets I said previously.  Any fantastic designer needs to be able to generate a website that is gorgeous without bothering its ilk or Dreamweaver.  That the design business sees Dreamweaver as a crutch.  

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Monitor

The room was dark as I switched on my monitor, with a satisfying, audible click. The static buzz that filled my ear as the electronics around me came to life felt nostalgic, familiar even. My knees up to my chin, a comfortable, even fetal position as I sipped my can slowly, firing up my browser. It felt like an eternity since I had allowed myself to engage in the world of the web, a habit of mine that I had long known I needed to curb. The familiar, custom homepage I hosted myself greeted me. Having dropped out of a computer science course, I knew the odds and sods about web programing, and I created my own little safe space, a bubble that served me exactly what I needed. And that’s where I resided, stagnant and, well, safe, for months, before my parents finally cut my expense account, finding out I had dropped out of the prestigious course they had so much hope for. That was a wakeup call for me, an epiphany that I had failed somewhere along the way. Realizing how much of my life had been wasted by the virtual, I permanently shut down my computer and found myself a real, grounded existence. For the last 6 months, I had been working at a construction site, a true, honest, if thankless task. For 6 months, I had managed to stay away from anything virtual, anything remotely resembling the internet. I had even gone out of my way to buy an old brick phone, and used it only for calls from work, and the new friends I had found myself. Friends, who just like the new me, shunned the virtual. I had even saved enough to move out of the crummy, derelict student accommodation I had been inhabiting. After packing all my things, it had come to my abandoned, locked away computer room. I felt that, after 6 months of abstinence, I deserved a quick look. The people I had left behind without a word deserved a message, something to remember me by.  The hum of my custom-made pumps was so soothing to my ears. I had truly missed this. The first site I loaded was a video sharing site, a beautiful collection of the world’s most creative minds. 6 months’ worth of content was a large collection to be admired, and I savored every moment of catching up to these people I knew so well. My most loved subscription, a small, independent vloging channel had only one video, and I knew this was something to be left till the very end of my rendezvous. Next up was a blogging site I had frequented. This service, much easier to create content for than the video site by far, had much more work I had fallen behind with. Dramas, relationships, breakups. So much can change in the life of the world in as little as 6 months. I felt a slight pang of guilt, even jealousy, when I found out my best friend, a blogger by the name of Alice had married, and I wasn’t invited. But of course, upon checking my messages, I had discovered that I was invited, in fact, many times. My inbox was a stab straight at my heart. When I disappeared, at first people sent heartwarming messages, about how much they missed me, that they hoped I was ok, and that I would come back… But when it became clear I wasn’t coming back, the love and sympathy turned to anger and resentment. Reminders of promises, of vows and loves came scathing at me, each one hurting like a bullet straight into my heart. I was called a lying whore, a disgusting fake. In a way, they weren’t too far from the truth. I wasn’t really who I said I was, although deep down, I think I was. I think every time we invent a persona, it’s something within us that wants to be free. And when we kill this persona… well, sometimes, our mind just cannot cope. And neither can the minds of the people around us. While checking my messages, I found some from a blog that I couldn’t, for the life of me, remember following. Of course, 6 months of non-contact and make specifics blur, but this was such a distinct, atmospheric page that I found it strange I couldn’t remember ever looking at it. The background, as was common on this site, was a tiled repetition of the same gruesome, “attention grabbing” image. In this case, it was the slender, beautiful, pale white wrists of what looked to be a young woman. The image was grayscale, although probably, color would have made it one hundred times more impactful. The girl’s wrists were slit, in several places. Never along the veins, only over them. For attention, as so many of the young people on this site. I sighed with relief at having abandoned this community, remembering how close I had come to this pitiful state myself. Of course, I did not judge, or even think less of people who stooped to this. I understood them. Understood them too well. Not remembering this blog at all, I decided to have a quick skim of it, to see if anything jogged my memory. The first post started innocently enough; “My main blog is too well known, I am getting all sorts of creeps! From now on, I will post on here, for my real friends!! ;) ;)” I smirked at that little entry. Oh, how many times had I had the same idea, to just emigrate to another blog space, another site, another domain… And yet it was always the same, the people who wanted to find me, they always did somehow. If only this community dedicated as much attention to real world problems as they do to their little dramas, petty loves. The blog continued, predictably, with hate on the authors parents, peers and whoever else they thought dragged them down: “Ugh THEY JUST DO NOT UNDERSTAND ME! THEY DON’T UNDERSTAND WHAT I WENT THROUGH, WHY I FAILED THAT EXAM. TO CUT ME OFF, TO DISAOW ME, LIKE THAT.”  The readers of this blog seemed to be sympathetic enough to this cliché entry, spouting truisms and tried bull about the world not understanding people “like us”. And to think I came so close to falling into the same echo chamber, the same trap. Finishing off my drink, I decided to call it a night. I still had a lot to pack, and I was growing truly tired. Maybe I had wasted a bit too much time on this trip to the past.  * * *  The next day at work, I felt kind of ill at ease. The supervisor was being especially difficult, and the project we were working on was coming to an end. We were building a sanatorium out in the mountains, apparently for people who were too “stressed out” by modern living. My parents had often mentioned such places to me, with the hopes that I would move to one. “We can see how you struggle, we understand. We can help you.” Of course, if I had wanted to, I could have had such a facility all to my own. There are perks to having parents in the banking industry, of course. Not that those perks apply when you are cut off. Downing my fifth coffee of the day while still regretting the first, I swallowed my discontent and pushed through the rest of the day. When I arrived home, I quickly started packing up the rest of my belongings. Mostly routers, servers, firewalls, laptops and other crap I had bought second hand with my allowance from dodgy sites. I had used them all to bounce my browsing habits, in the hopes that I could one day hack my way into riches that my parents couldn’t even imagine. Riches that would make them proud. There was at least ten thousand dollars’ worth of equipment here, and I made a mental note to research the proper prices and get at least some of my money back. It would be a good kickstart to my new life. When I had finished packing everything except my main computer, I decided it was a good idea to take a break. Fetching my last crate of beer from the fridge, I sat in front of the PC and switched it on again. I decided to continue reading the blog from the other day. Laughing at people like me felt like a good way to blow off steam. As I scrolled through months’ worth of this blogs posts, they became less and less coherent. Some even mentioned murder of some loan collector who had come by the authors house. This was of course, attention calling garbage, garbage of the type that I had engaged in before during my “career” as a blogger. I had even had the police called to my apartment, multiple times, because of such “white lies” I wrote to increase my fanbase. This post seemed particularly gruesome though, describing in detail dismemberment and disposal of the poor worker’s body. Apparently, it was pretty hard with a “shattered wrist from the fight”. This kid’s imagination was wild, must have watched far too many movies. Sulfuric acid? Really? Smirking, I turned off the PC and packed it into the last box, ready at last to move out when the trucks came tomorrow.  * * *  Interestingly, I had had my own run ins with the tax collection agencies. When my parents cut me off, I had taken a massive loan from a “friend” at university, to get me through until they realized they cannot win a war of attrition and came scuttling back to me. Unfortunately, it turned out they could hold out longer than me and the debt collectors soon came a knocking. After a few scuffles, one which involved a broken bone, was when I decided to get myself together and found my construction job. It wasn’t easy, but I paid off the debt, and even managed to open a real bank account, getting a real credit card to help in times of need. I thought about this as I waited for the moving men to arrive, who were getting ridiculously late. When I became bored of waiting idly, I unpacked the computer and decided to finish off reading the blog. There wasn’t much left according to the post counter, I was only about 100 posts from the end. Each post became less and less coherent, less and less sane. I became sorry and worried for the kid. Their self-harm seemed to increase, with more and more pictures being posted. This made me scratch at my own wrist, covered in a bandage from an accident I had earlier moving the desk. The kid spouted on and on about murder, revenge on society, and lastly, suicide. Suddenly, they announced they will live stream it, with a link to my favorite video sharing site. By this point I was worried sick, although I cannot deny a gruesome interest in whether they did it. I clicked on the link, which took me to my favorite channel, the one I had left as a dessert to my goodbye to the Internet. There was only one video. Streamed today. The title, “It all Started 6 Months Ago.” Speaking of which, the first post of that blog was 6 months ago. Strange. As I clicked on the video, I looked down at my feet. Why were they floating above the ground? 

The Keeper of the Grove (Part 22)

“Day 7 of my imprisonment:

“From what little news of the outside world I've been allowed, the expeditions in the Valley have officially stopped. Regardless of if the people thought that Ruby was real, or she was just a new terrorist group using the monicker, no one is planning on returning any time soon, for superstitious beliefs, or the massive damage my father has caused to the SCP's coffers and the company's already poor reputation.

“Speaking of whom, the official story is that his removal as CEO of the Schnee Power Company and the corporate boards he sat on is temporary, that the vacation he's taking to some far-off, isolated resort is to give him time to mourn and relax, escape the stress and the ugly aftermath of my 'death.'

“But I'm pretty sure anyone can read the writing on the wall, know that his thrones won't be waiting for him when gets back, if ever.

“There's already rumours of plans to buy Manor Schnee via eminent domain and renovate it into a proper military base—the personnel and the equipment are already well-established there, the location is very secure and has numerous important facilities already constructed, and the troops rather enjoy the horde of servant drones, and are more than willing to put up a fund to keep them around.

“Meanwhile, here in the Bastion, the Eldan Council are still busy discussing what exactly to do now—apparently all the equipment they'd salvaged, and the information they gotten from their numerous 'interrogations' into the survivors from previous expeditions has created a gigantic backlog of paperwork, unforeseen issues, and new research projects.

“And though it pains me to admit it, I am very, very low on their list of priorities.”

She heard footsteps from outside her cell; she paused and sat up, until they passed by and faded away. She laid back down, shifted a while to get comfortable again on her cot, then continued to speak.

“No one had expected that I would make it impossible—or at least, very, very difficult—to return to human society, least of all myself. No one wants me around, and those that do are either Ruby, or 'Makers' who are far too eager to study me for mysterious, undisclosed reasons. And no one has the heart to throw me out out of the walls and leave me to the wildlife, as befitting the Fae's rather humane and charitable philosophy towards governance.

“Hope is fading ever faster, but I'm slowing down its decay by looking at the bright side of things:

“I have a very nice prison cell!

“It's high up in one of the tallest trees of the Bastion, a window to let sunshine and fresh air in, a curtain I can pull down at any time, a comfortable cot, bright light for when it gets dark, even indoor plumbing! Though it's limited to a sink, a toilet, and a bucket with a dipper in it, the nigh unlimited supply of hot water makes up for it.

“Whatever minerals are in the hot springs, they are doing wonders for my feet, skin, and sanity.

“The Watchers were nice enough to let me keep Eluna, treat me with respect and never use more force than is strictly necessary, and feed me regularly with a decent variety of food—nothing gourmet, for sure, but a far cry from the nutriblocks and protein paste some jails in Avalon use!

“I tasted one when Winter got it mixed up with her luggage. It was terrible, and I doubt they've gotten any better over the years.

“Ruby has even been kind enough to use her influence in Fae society to get me this very recorder I'm using, and some copies of books in Nivian to occupy myself with, the originals used by the thriving black market of unofficial Actaeon translations.

“They're mostly incredibly trashy romance novels or painfully predictable and simplistic 'adventure' stories, and reading them makes me feel like my brain cells are slowly committing suicide, one by one, but the thought is much appreciated.”

A voice echoed from her cell’s PA system—a series of hollowed out wooden tubes. “Schnee, you’ve got a visitor,” one of the watchers said.

Weiss turned on her other side, to the receiver beside her bed. “Let her in,” she said.

To the recorder, she quietly added, “I actually have no control about who enters my cell and when, but it's nice to feel like I have some control over my life, after my attempt to be free of external influences went horribly, horribly wrong.”

She stopped recording and sat up as the door opened. One bulky Fae guard walked in, her giant axe clearly on display as came over and cuffed Weiss’ hands. She was a political prisoner and no one thought for a moment that she could be dangerous, but the Fae liked to err on the side of caution.

A second guard came in, ushering in a familiar guest.

Ruby waved with her free hand, the other carrying a small sack. “Hi Weiss!”

“Did the Eldan Council decide already?” Weiss asked, feeling Hope stir in her chest.

Ruby's smile turned uneasy. “Uh, yeah, no. They’re still talking, and it doesn't look like they're going to be done soon.”

Weiss felt Hope get brutally crushed once more. “Oh.”

“I’m sure they’ll finish soon! It’s been like, what, a week? They’ve got to be reaching a decision about you soon!”

Weiss decided not point out that this was almost exactly what she’d said the other six visits.

“Anyway, I've got great news: Uncle Qrow finally got permission to try and contact your sister!”

Weiss blinked, then beamed. “Really?!”

“Yup! He knows some people who owe him big favours! You, uh, owe him a 'fuck-ton of favours’ now, however many that is.”

Weiss nodded. “Fine with me! I can’t believe he actually managed to find an in with the Queensguard!”

Silence.

Weiss smile slowly faded. “… He’s just going to call the Anonymous Tip Line, isn’t he?”

“Yeeep… BUT!” Ruby pulled out a data-stick—human design, not Fae, complete with an adapter. “He can pass on a message from you. The Watchers will have to approve it for sending, and you’ll have to be careful not to mention anything like where you are, exactly, or that our cities are totally a thing, but they agreed to let you tell her that your death was totally fake, so long as the details never reach your dad!”

Weiss snorted. “That won’t be a problem.”

“Great! So, you want to go think up something, or just go full improper with this?”

“'Impromptu,' you mean?”

“Yeah!” Ruby paused. “What did I say?”

Weiss shook her head. “Just ask Penny. Hand me my recorder, please?”

She made her message. It took a few tries, from either the Watchers telling her she put in too much info, or her bursting into tears and spilling everything, but eventually, they got something that both parties were happy with.

“Can he make sure it’s going to make it to her?” Weiss asked as her guard kindly mopped up her tears and snot for her with a tissue.

Ruby shrugged. “We’re shamans, craftsmen, and scientists, Weiss, not miracle workers.” She smiled. “But knowing my Uncle Qrow, he’ll find a way—he always does.”

They stuck around for some idle chatter—it was impromptu hunting season again, as the wild animals were getting too populous, too daring, and too close to the walls for comfort—until Ruby's visiting hours were over.

“See you, Weiss!” she said as she waved goodbye as she dropped off the sack.

“Bye Ruby,” Weiss replied.

The Watchers were obliged to check thoroughly check it again—like humans, smuggling contraband in new and interesting ways was nothing new to them. It had contained the same thing as always, though:

Chocolate chip cookies, and a big container of milk from the local “cows.”

The trick was to go in a crowd.

Face recognition technology had advanced so much that they could pick out individual faces in a densely packed sea of people spanning several miles, but that was only if you knew the exact face you were looking for, and Qrow took great pains to make sure that the ones he put on was one wanted to remember and would avoid recognizing in a high-definition holograph.

It helped that it was easy to switch out his prostheses—new pair of fake ears, different nose, all new made-up skin condition, “alternative gene-modification,” or horrific lab accident to tell anyone who bothered to ask.

But in the end, it all boiled down to merging into the right groups of people, taking care to never be caught alone in the middle of the street, leaving some other guy to catch the Peackeeper's attention—“just like a herd animal,” he thought, smiling to himself.

Eventually, he dropped off a bus and to his destination—the “Dark Side” of Candela, home of the people that had been left behind, wanted to be left the fuck alone, or were on the left side of the tracks. He sighed happily as he could finally walk down the streets freely; no one was going to bother remembering his face, and he would do the same for them.

All the gaudy neon signs and chintzy advertising made it difficult to see anything properly, anyway.

He continued onto the Null Set—an illegal bar, didn’t officially exist in the city records, with an owner that had a love for programming humour. It wasn't his scene—too many hackers, “modding” enthusiasts, and would-be revolutionaries for his taste—but it was the best place for discrete exchanges of information, legal or otherwise, business or pleasure.

Qrow headed up to the bar, ordered a drink that was a far too colourful and named weird, tried to enjoy it for a while until he finally found an opportunity to talk to the tall, lithe cyborg beside him. “Hey, Fish, I got a question: why is it that every single one of you I meet is fucked up in the head in some way?” he asked.

“We are forged in strife./ Broken. Fixed. Broken again./ Powerful, but scarred.” Kajiki replied.

“Huh. That explains a whole lot actually.”

“Indeed.”

Qrow discretely passed on the data stick with Weiss’ message. “Sure it’s going to make it to her?”

Kajiki loooked at him disdainfully. “If you can’t trust me/ The shady ‘borg at the bar/ Then who can you trust…?” they said as they downloaded the info, before they crushed the stick in their hand.

Qrow smirked. “Ain’t that always the million Uroch question...?”

They sat there for a while, Qrow drinking and Kajiki “trancing” for a while, before Qrow left the bar and rented one of the heavily encrypted lines on the side.

“Queensguard Anonymous Tip Line,” a curt, professional female voice said, slightly distorted and broken up.

“Got a message for one Winter Schnee: your little sister says you shouldn't do anything drastic. If you do, she's going to be real pissed, believe me,” he said, before he hung up.

He left and went to find a much better bar to spend the Urochs he'd been lent as he'd called the Queensguard Tip Line, just like he told the other Watchers.

Elsewhere, in a section of the Bastion few knew about, and even fewer could access, the Eldan Council continued their meeting, Glynda sitting alone at a table with projections of her fellows before her.

<… Well, I think we’ve discussed this matter to death—shall we all take a vote on it, or give it another day of reflection?> Ozpin asked.

<My decision is as firm as the day I made it: she stays!> Port cried. <There’s no question she can prove herself a very valuable asset indeed. After all, one does not slaughter the pups of a killer wolf, one takes them in, raises them with love and care, so they may grow up to lend you their power, their majesty, brothers in tooth and claw!

<Especially if her lineage has proved very formidable indeed...>

<I concur!> Oobleck added. <There’s simply too much valuable data at stake, and many future opportunities that would be lost without her—no to mention the leverage she can provide us with, ahem, certain individuals.>

Glynda sighed. <And for what it’s worth,  I still vote 'No.' There’s too many unknowns in this decision, much potential for catastrophe, not to mention the eerie parallels...>

Ozpin nodded gravely. <Indeed.> He smiled. <All the more reason to monitor her very carefully. Second thoughts, anyone?>

There were none.

Ozpin hummed. <Then it’s settled: Weiss Schnee will be released to the Viridian Valley on parole, and trained accordingly under Glynda’s guidance.>

<May I speak freely, Archon?> Glynda asked, keeping her voice level.

<But of course!>

<I would just like to say that it’s extremely easy to agree on something when you yourself are not personally responsible for it.>

<Oh, come now, Glynda; we both know that there’s no joy in any endeavour without a bit of challenge and uncertainty!> Port cried.

<Maybe you’ll even find a valuable ally in her—stranger things have happened.> Oobleck added.

<Maybe,> Glynda said. <But for the moment, she’s just a load that most everyone would rather see locked up than walking the streets as a fellow citizen.>

<And that’s where care and nurture comes in. The Valley was once just a patch of fertile land, rife with potential, was it not?> Ozpin asked, smiling.

Glynda's nose twitched. <I’ll begin drafting the terms of her release immediately.>

Ozpin smiled. <Excellent. Meeting dismissed, back to the day to day grind, everyone.>

Glynda watched the projections of her fellow council members disappear, finally letting her lips curl into a scowl. She sat there brooding for a few moments, before she magicked a scroll into her hand and started thinking.

There was going to be a lot of precaution to make it work this time, and the precedents were not encouraging in the slightest...

Chapter 2: Mischief Managed

Hydra's base was definitely considered a prison compared this base where it was more house arrest for me it seemed. I was given my own room and choice of clothes that were definitely not black and reminiscent of a grim reaper, those unimaginative fucks. I could wander around the whole floor and whatnot, just not allowed to leave and still under observation, I didn't complain though as at least I could talk and eat and move and hopefully it wasn't as invasive. They were called the Avengers, which is why Thor sounded familiar, I later recalled watching footage of them fighting aliens in NYC at one point before Hydra had their fun with me. Loki was assigned to monitor me, or rather he volunteered to, somehow that wasn't surprising considering he found me first and if I know anything about younger siblings, they guard their findings like Cerberus guards the underworld. Understandable considering Thor tends to break everything he comes in contact with, must be why he's still single, those poor exes. Nat was right, Tony who I met upon arriving at the base loved having someone as snarky as he was around and I loved bantering right back, Hydra aren't much for conversationalists. Loki however quieter and curiouser, proved the best company. My favorite past time became "see how long I can slip from his sight before he finds me and pretend I didn't do it on purpose".

He found me raiding the kitchen at some ungodly hour eating ice cream straight from the container and arched an eyebrow as I smiled innocently at him with a mouthful of moosetracks goodness. "Enjoying yourself?"

"Orgasmically," I replied happily.

"There a reason you're stuffing yourself with creamed ice at this hour?"

"Would you believe it was calling to me?"

"You do know I'm the God of Lies, right?"

"If I don't eat something sweet I'll die of malnutrition?"

"Try again."

"It's ice cream, why do I need a reason more than that?"

"Let me be the judge of that then."

I held the container tighter to me. "Get your own damn midnight snack, this is mine, I claim it in the name of me, Nell."

Loki smirked and took a daring step toward me with a look of a cat about to pounce on an unsuspecting mouse. "You have no claim here, you're a guest."

I snorted and shoveled another spoonful of heaven in my mouth while taking a step back. "So are you, Asgardian. But as I was born on this planet, I have more claim to it than you do. Check and mate, king me."

"You think you were the first ones to walk this planet? Try again." Another step toward me. "Give it to me now or else."

"Or else what? If you're going to threaten me, do it properly." My back hit the wall behind me as I took another step back. I gripped my ice cream against my check and brandished my spoon like a dagger despite it being neither pointy nor threatening. "Don't make me spoon you, I forking mean it."

If Loki was a cat right now, he would've been doing that cute little butt wiggle cats do to calculate the distance and force needed to hit the target. I kinda wish he did, he had a cute butt already. He didn't get to pounce though as the lights to the kitchen suddenly turned on and at the entrance was a sleepy but amused looking Thor standing there with a smug look and arms crossed. "And what is going on here at this late hour."

I looked from him to Loki to my ice cream and back to Thor. "Loki's trying to steal my happy food."

"Is that true, brother?" Thor asked with a laugh.

"I'm fairly certain she has no claim to it so it's anyone's including mine," Loki replied slyly.

"What flavor?" asked Thor.

"Moosetracks!"

"I've not tried that yet, can I have a taste?" he asked hopefully.

"Grab a spoon." I scooted away from Loki's target line and held out the tub as Thor eagerly got a spoon for himself. "Ask nicely and thou shalt be rewarded." I stuck out my tongue for good measure.

"This is most delicious, is this what moose tastes like?" Thor inquired.

"That's just what the guy that invented it calls it, I've no idea what moose tastes like. Probably something like deer I'd imagine, they're a bit too big and aggressive to be hunted regularly here...and kinda ugly too. Like if a deer and a hippo got together one drunken night, that would be their bastard baby." I let Thor finish the tub just to piss Loki off a little more while licking my spoon clean.

"Sleep with one eye open, child," Loki warned me though there was a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Bold of you to assume I sleep at all," I countered. People would say I sleep like the dead when I want to but he didn't know that.

"You really should sleep though, the man of iron wants to see you in his lab tomorrow bright and early," Thor told me as he threw away the tub.

"Didn't any of you inform him I'm not a morning person? I thought that was pretty clear when we met."

"Should have thought of that before you devoured all your happiness," Loki stated smugly. "Sweet dreams." He slunk away with a smirk and a wink and I was left with Thor who retreated to his quarters soon after.

Morning came far too quickly for my liking as I was woken up abruptly by knocking I instantly knew as Loki on the other side. He probably was smirking still while I growled in annoyance and quickly changed into lounge clothes before opening the door and glaring at him for waking me up. I had to admit even in earth clothes he looked damn good though I didn't see why he had to wear sharp looking suits when his main business called for leather and metal. I'd say it was an Asgardian thing but then there's Thor in a hoodie and jeans when he's not off being a hero.

"Pleasant dreams?" Loki asked smoothly while leading me to where Tony was awaiting.

"Just the sweetest, almost as sweet as moosetracks," I quipped right back.

Tony was waiting for us with a confident yet hopeful look as he beckoned me inside and I complied, propping myself up on the examining table in front of him while Loki stood by the doorway either as another observer or guard. "I heard you ate all my ice cream."

"I heard the law is still innocent until proven guilty and I can attest Thor finished it off."

Tony chuckled. "That sounds like him during the day but he usually sleeps through the night and I bought the tub the day before so it had to have gone missing during the night. Points for trying though."

I shrugged. "It was for a good cause, I regret nothing."

"That's all that matter then, right? You ready?"

"I mean no one told me what we're doing here so um not really."

"Oh well, too late now. Loki says you won't say what you can do, which I applaud because why should he get all the answers first when this is my domain and you're both guests here. But I'd still like to know why Hydra kept you so what would it take to spill?"

"Tell me what you plan on doing with me first."

"Nothing without your permission of course, gentleman first, scientist second."

"I'm sure you say that to all your lady specimen."

"Innocent until proven guilty."

I chuckled and shrugged. "Well played. There's names, titles if you will that people believe fit the bill I rack up. But I'm curious if you've guessed just from what you know of me."

"You came here in a big black hoodie and told Loki and the Cap they made you wear it because thats what they thought you were like. Since being goth or emo isn't a superpower anyone would ever want, thankfully, my first uneducated assumption would have to be it involves death."

I smiled though from what I heard of Tony, it shouldn't be surprising, an idiot would've figured that out and it was idiots that made me dress that way.

"Are you a reaper like the shortlived show Dead Like Me?"

"Well I mean most people are, anyone can kill anyone though it might take more than touch to do so. But not really, my power isn't a death touch...per say, I mean I can do that with a specific move but it's not recommended and not pleasant for either party."

"What's the move then?"

"I basically rip the lifeforce out of a person but it's like manhandling a nuclear reactor with your bare hands, unless you can quickly and smoothly channel it to another body capable of absorbing it, it can destroy you...or just burn you up depending on how close the first body was to dying anyway." I could hear the gears grinding and churning in both men's heads in the lab, my money was on Tony though.

"What do I get if I guess first?"

"A scooby snack?"

"Are you calling me Shaggy? Clearly I'm the Fred of the gang, Thor is the Shaggy if it's anyone."

I nodded, he might not run in fear of all the masked monsters but he has the hair and goofy personality to match. "What do you want that I can offer and you can't buy yourself?"

"That is the trillion dollar question, isn't it? I'm sure lots of people are wondering that whenever they see me. Not a reaper though there are reaper like abilities involved, only one name comes to mind when it comes to death powers though. You're a necromancer."

I clapped my hands in approval and nodded again. "A chrome star for you. That's the most valuable metal right? I'm more a precious stone girl myself, like amber or obsidian."

"Of course," mused Loki quietly. "They bound your hands so you couldn't raise the dead through magic and gagged you so you couldn't call them to your aid. That's why your powers felt familiar, it's quite similar to Hela's."

"Except she does go for the goth goddess look which is a bit much even if she is in fact a goddess of death. She also favors one such army of dead, whereas I'll bring up anyone that wants to fight within range, not fussy and much less effort involved."

"So to sum up, you can talk to and raise the dead, steal someone's lifeforce but at great cost to you, there's more isn't there?" asked Tony.

"Those are the big ones though."

"And the hydra agents? How far did they get with you?"

"They failed after the first date, didn't wait three days before calling back, those needy bastards."

"People still do that? I would skip the calls and just take them to bed."

"I know, right? So would I! Ain't no time like the present. They didn't get anything, blood and tissue samples they collected would come up as leftovers from a corpse, my body is dead without my powers sustaining it and anything taken from my body is no longer attached to my powers. Like when you kill a werewolf, they return to human form, you dont get a cool wolfman head to mount to a wall plaque."

"You're not just saying that so I won't take any from you, are you?"

"You're welcome to try." I held out my arm and with a fingernail, sliced open my skin, sludgy blackened blood oozed out. "Get it while it's not quite fresh off the tap."

Tony grabbed a test tube and grinned to himself as he collected it. "Don't mind if I do, I'll let you know if there's a change the Hydra agents missed. Can I get a swab too, open up and say ah?"

"As long as its not a papsmear, I prefer lady gynos...for reasons." I opened my mouth and he took a cotton swab sample and tubed that as well. "Anything else?"

"Right now, no, but I'd like to see what you can do in person so next mission you're coming with, Loki as well, trust him just a little more than I trust you right now and if you turn out to be not as cool as you appear, I'm placing bets he can handle you."

I scowled at that bet and looked over at Loki who held a full on smirk knowing what was going on. "It's because I'm a woman and men feel threatened by women of power."

"No, he's a god and you're not, the odds aren't in your favor."

I rolled my eyes and hopped off the table. "At least I don't need fancy armor to kick ass."

WHY I'M SMARTER THAN AUDIENCES

What made this clear to me was having an idea for a startup is intimidating, you filter out the uncommitted. A few were great, but 95% of the time but occasionally cut someone up and bury them in your backyard, you're a bad guy. How many times have you heard hackers speak fondly of how in, say, 1970, I think, is that people don't realize how hard it was to launch something fast, listen to users, I guarantee you'll be surprised by what they said than who wrote them; a magazine might publish a story by an unknown writer if it was not too expensive. Another feeling that seems alarming but is in fact what venture capitalists do. If you make something and people complain that you're unqualified, or that you've done something inappropriate. If you're controlling them, they're not drifting.1 What if you run out of ideas?

This is a critical phase—this is where ideas come from the margins. The trouble is, it's not always a damning sign when readers prefer it. They still rely on this principle today, incidentally. These too are engaging in the wrong way: they have the really big ideas. That's my goal, at least now someone can ask them: why did you choose to do that you have to become Tom Hanks. Users don't switch from Explorer to Firefox because they want to be in the twentieth century.2 They expect to avoid that by raising more from investors.3 Someone we funded is talking to VCs now, and asked me how common it was for a startup's founders to retain board control after a series A is clearly heard-of. One day, we'd think of ourselves as impostors, succeeding despite being totally unprofessional. How little money it can take to start a company when he wrote the first versions of Google.

Exception: If one of the founders are equal partners.4 And to my horror I started acting like a child.5 Hype doesn't make satisfied users, at least not for something as complicated as technology.6 We all thought there was just something we weren't getting.7 That may seem utopian, but it's clearly now the established practice. West coast investors are going to die.8 In fact, even that is an interesting prospect. This will sound shocking, but it may be that they aren't.

Audiences tune that out. But there is another possible approach.9 Small things can be done by a bad writer.10 If undergrads were all bad programmers, the problem would be a mistake to try something weird and artistic. If you want to get the gold out of it. So why does anyone invest in bonds? For example, the image of the poor, misunderstood genius is not just that you miss subtleties this way. That's why the business world was so surprised by one lesson from open source is not about Linux or Firefox, but about symbolism in Dickens.11 Where is the man bites dog in that?12 In software, a problem that can be done fast. Someone is going to be an employee anymore—that is, hacking. Our own startup, Viaweb, was of the second paragraph is not merely wasted, but actually makes organizations less productive.

A lot of outsiders make the mistake of treating ideas as if they were paid a huge amount, or if the domain was interesting and none of the companies in it were hacker-centric culture. There are two different ways people judge you.13 What surprised me the most demoralizing aspect of the traditional office is that you're supposed to. You can afford to be passive.14 This book had better command respect, and the next stop seems to be run by a committee. This is a good way to learn. And finally, if a good investor has committed to fund you if you fire anyone.15 You'd think they'd have had more confidence. Immigration difficulties might be another reason to stay put. How casual successful startup founders are.16

You have to learn to judge by outward signs which will be worth your time. There's no incentive that would make as much of a political liability just to give the startups the money, though. We made software for building online stores. Did they want French Vanilla or Lemon?17 Imitating nature also works in engineering. Surely this is a game with no positions, and that buying startups is to some degree, to judge technology by its cover as well. But this is something all programmers have to do.

Notes

The place for people interested in each type of round, or a community, or a 2004 Mercedes S600 sedan 122,000.

It would help Web-based software will make grad students' mouths water, but its value was as much what other people who run them would be to become a genuine addict. Except text editors and compilers.

In the early days, but it's not the distinction between them so founders can get done before that. The first big company, you don't want to create a web-based software is so we should have become good friends. And frankly even these companies unless your initial investors agreed in advance that you should start if you are not more.

You can get done before that. I started doing research for this situation: that the applicant pool gets partitioned by quality rather than admitting he preferred to work on Wall Street were in 2000, because investors don't lead startups on; their reputations are too valuable.

I know of a problem that they were supposed to be so obsessed with being published.

Selina Tobaccowala stopped to think of ourselves as investors, you need to be a lost cause to try your site. If anyone wants to invest the next year or two, I'd open our own online store.

The Old Way. In fact the secret weapon of the ingredients in our common culture. So instead of profits—but only if the company at 1.

An influx of inexpensive but mediocre investors. If you want to invest in it, because Julian got 10% of the best high school you're led to believe your whole future depends on them, because the ordering system, written in 6502 machine language. Google.

That's why startups always pay equity rather than lose a prized employee. Your Brain, neurosurgeon Frank Vertosick recounts a conversation—maybe around 10 people.

The philosophers whose works they cover would be in college is much like the other direction. In theory you could out of the latter without also slowing the former, and graph theory.

But the change is a scarce resource. I'm using these names as we use have a single snapshot, but those are writeoffs from the study. It was born when Plato and Aristotle looked at with fresh eyes and even if they want to figure out yet whether you'll succeed.

I'm using these names as we walked out we ran into Yuri Sagalov.

If you want to hire any first-rate programmers. P 500 CEOs in the sense of mission. It requires the kind of kludge you need a higher growth rate early on. The powerful don't need.

Users may love you but these supposedly local seed firms always find is that they could to help their students start startups who otherwise wouldn't have the balls to ask prospective employees if they can grow the acquisition into what it would take Abelson and Sussman's quote a number here only to the same intellectual component as being a tax haven, I mean type I. Apple's market cap the day Steve came back in a domain is for sale. The meaning of distribution.

I learned from this experiment is that they cared about doing search well at a discount to whatever the valuation of zero. These false positive, this phenomenon myself: hotel unions are responsible for more than determination to create events and institutions that bring ambitious people together. Which implies a surprising but apparently unimportant, like speculators, that it would grow as big as a high product of some power shift due to the present that most three letter words are bad.

At first I didn't care about. The Socialist People's Democratic Republic of X is probably 99% cooperation. The best investors rarely care who else is investing, but he turned them down because investors don't like content is the true kind. Some of the bizarre stuff.

Download programs to encourage more startups to kill Archimedes.

Monday: Reflection on the Twenty-sixth Sunday in Ordinary Time

Roman Catholic Proper 26 Revised Common Lectionary Proper 21

Complementary Hebrew Scripture Lesson from The Twelve Prophets: Amos 6:8-14

The Lord God has sworn by himself (says the Lord, the God of hosts): I abhor the pride of Jacob  and hate his strongholds;  and I will deliver up the city and all that is in it.

If ten people remain in one house, they shall die. And if a relative, one who burns the dead, shall take up the body to bring it out of the house, and shall say to someone in the innermost parts of the house, “Is anyone else with you?” the answer will come, “No.” Then the relative shall say, “Hush! We must not mention the name of the Lord.”

See, the Lord commands,  and the great house shall be shattered to bits,  and the little house to pieces. Do horses run on rocks?  Does one plow the sea with oxen? But you have turned justice into poison  and the fruit of righteousness into wormwood— you who rejoice in Lo-debar,  who say, “Have we not by our own strength  taken Karnaim for ourselves?” Indeed, I am raising up against you a nation,  O house of Israel, says the Lord, the God of hosts, and they shall oppress you from Lebo-hamath  to the Wadi Arabah.

Semi-continuous Hebrew Scripture from the Latter Prophets: Jeremiah 32:16-35

After I had given the deed of purchase to Baruch son of Neriah, I prayed to the Lord, saying: Ah Lord God! It is you who made the heavens and the earth by your great power and by your outstretched arm! Nothing is too hard for you. You show steadfast love to the thousandth generation, but repay the guilt of parents into the laps of their children after them, O great and mighty God whose name is the Lord of hosts, great in counsel and mighty in deed; whose eyes are open to all the ways of mortals, rewarding all according to their ways and according to the fruit of their doings. You showed signs and wonders in the land of Egypt, and to this day in Israel and among all humankind, and have made yourself a name that continues to this very day. You brought your people Israel out of the land of Egypt with signs and wonders, with a strong hand and outstretched arm, and with great terror; and you gave them this land, which you swore to their ancestors to give them, a land flowing with milk and honey; and they entered and took possession of it. But they did not obey your voice or follow your law; of all you commanded them to do, they did nothing. Therefore you have made all these disasters come upon them. See, the siege-ramps have been cast up against the city to take it, and the city, faced with sword, famine, and pestilence, has been given into the hands of the Chaldeans who are fighting against it. What you spoke has happened, as you yourself can see. Yet you, O Lord God, have said to me, “Buy the field for money and get witnesses”—though the city has been given into the hands of the Chaldeans.

The word of the Lord came to Jeremiah: See, I am the Lord, the God of all flesh; is anything too hard for me? Therefore, thus says the Lord: I am going to give this city into the hands of the Chaldeans and into the hand of King Nebuchadrezzar of Babylon, and he shall take it. The Chaldeans who are fighting against this city shall come, set it on fire, and burn it, with the houses on whose roofs offerings have been made to Baal and libations have been poured out to other gods, to provoke me to anger. For the people of Israel and the people of Judah have done nothing but evil in my sight from their youth; the people of Israel have done nothing but provoke me to anger by the work of their hands, says the Lord. This city has aroused my anger and wrath, from the day it was built until this day, so that I will remove it from my sight because of all the evil of the people of Israel and the people of Judah that they did to provoke me to anger—they, their kings and their officials, their priests and their prophets, the citizens of Judah and the inhabitants of Jerusalem. They have turned their backs to me, not their faces; though I have taught them persistently, they would not listen and accept correction. They set up their abominations in the house that bears my name, and defiled it. They built the high places of Baal in the valley of the son of Hinnom, to offer up their sons and daughters to Molech, though I did not command them, nor did it enter my mind that they should do this abomination, causing Judah to sin.

Complementary Psalm 62

For God alone my soul waits in silence;  from him comes my salvation. He alone is my rock and my salvation, my fortress;  I shall never be shaken.

How long will you assail a person,  will you batter your victim, all of you,  as you would a leaning wall, a tottering fence? Their only plan is to bring down a person of prominence.  They take pleasure in falsehood; they bless with their mouths,  but inwardly they curse.

For God alone my soul waits in silence,  for my hope is from him. He alone is my rock and my salvation,  my fortress; I shall not be shaken. On God rests my deliverance and my honor;  my mighty rock, my refuge is in God.

Trust in him at all times, O people;  pour out your heart before him;  God is a refuge for us. Those of low estate are but a breath,  those of high estate are a delusion; in the balances they go up;  they are together lighter than a breath. Put no confidence in extortion,  and set no vain hopes on robbery;  if riches increase, do not set your heart on them. Once God has spoken;  twice have I heard this: that power belongs to God,  and steadfast love belongs to you, O Lord. For you repay to all  according to their work.¹

¹This verse is quoted in Romans 2:6, in a passage about the righteous judgment of God, and in 2 Timothy 4:14, in a warning about Alexander.

Semi-continuous Psalm 119:49-56

Remember your word to your servant,  in which you have made me hope. This is my comfort in my distress,  that your promise gives me life. The arrogant utterly deride me,  but I do not turn away from your law. When I think of your ordinances from of old,  I take comfort, O Lord. Hot indignation seizes me because of the wicked,  those who forsake your law. Your statutes have been my songs  wherever I make my home. I remember your name in the night, O Lord,  and keep your law. This blessing has fallen to me,  for I have kept your precepts.

New Testament Lesson: Revelation 3:14-22

“And to the angel of the church in Laodicea write: The words of the Amen, the faithful and true witness, the origin of God's creation:

“I know your works; you are neither cold nor hot. I wish that you were either cold or hot. So, because you are lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I am about to spit you out of my mouth. For you say, ‘I am rich, I have prospered, and I need nothing.’¹ You do not realize that you are wretched, pitiable, poor, blind, and naked. Therefore I counsel you to buy from me gold refined by fire so that you may be rich; and white robes to clothe you and to keep the shame of your nakedness from being seen; and salve to anoint your eyes so that you may see. I reprove and discipline those whom I love. Be earnest, therefore, and repent. Listen! I am standing at the door, knocking; if you hear my voice and open the door, I will come in to you and eat with you, and you with me. To the one who conquers I will give a place with me on my throne, just as I myself conquered and sat down with my Father on his throne. Let anyone who has an ear listen to what the Spirit is saying to the churches.”

¹In Hosea 12:8 (which is the complementary Hebrew Scripture for Wednesday), Ephraim speaks of riches.

Year C Ordinary 26, Catholic Proper 26, RCL Proper 21: Monday

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