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What are your thoughts on Big James's typing? Despite being one of the headstrong "Sons of Thunder" (he and John remind me of Merry and Pippin from "The Lord of the Rings" in their strong brotherly bond) he seems less emotionally reactive than his impulsive and quick to jump into new ideas like his brother John is. While John gets excited by working for Jesus's ministry and working with the more cautious, Thomas as a pairing, his older brother gets more excited by the thought of tasting his mother's famous cinnamon cakes again and gets very jealous of John being excited to work with someone else except him, which causes a temporary strain on the brothers relationship.
While this may seem silly since Big James is considered one of the "Sons of Thunder", I wonder if maybe he may be a ESXJ, unlike his ENFP brother. He's more sheltered of the two headstrong brothers and gets very uncomfortable when too manybig changes happen in his life, unlike John who gets very excited by new ideas and trying new things.
The only thing against the SJ claim is that his father Zebadee complains that his sons aren't usually that quiet during the synagogue reading and senses something is wrong as a result. This suggests perhaps some SP on Big James as I believe a SJ would find it more respectful to be quiet during church, unless they are interacting with the church speaker or other members of their congregation in the moment.
I think he's an ISTJ 9w8 sp/so. He's extremely literal and sensible and gets confused or impatient and annoyed when Jesus is unclear or doesn't explain his meaning; he loves being at home and comforts, and his thoughts are centered around sensory activities -- home and his parents and cinnamon cakes. He's well-versed in Torah and knows many of its verses, better than his brother most of the time. I don't think fidgeting and "being bored" in the synagogue rules out SJ. :)
Mostly what stood out to me this season is his sp9-ness -- he just wants to go home and eat the cakes he enjoys and not have other people around taking up his parents' time and attention, which is self-soothing and peace and quiet and no disruptions. I'm on the fence about John, but his arrogance leans me more toward 3 over 2 as well -- I think he's caught up in the pride of how Important they are and how they are in the middle of new and exciting things!
Their dad is so incredibly chill, him being a 9w8 ESTP would not shock me. "Sure, go do stuff with a prophet! I'm gonna sell my fishing boat business and buy an olive grove now! But I'm not gonna worry too much about the lives not being up to snuff. It'll all work out..."
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Eisner Cove wetlands cleared following several protests to stop development project
Cutting and clearing has begun for a major housing development project in Dartmouth that has left many residents unhappy.
The Mount Hope Village project is going through the Eisner Cove Wetland, a local spot that holds memories for residents.
"You’d go through it and pick blueberries and raspberries. I have seven kids and I’d go in there and have Easter egg hunts at Easter," said resident Mark Davis.
These moments are no more as it is one of nine "special planning areas" in the city being established for housing development.
Davis said the area needs to be preserved.
"There’s families of deer, foxes, raccoons, the birds, how many nests have they destroyed?" he said.
According to the Clayton Developments website, once completed, the project will consist of six city blocks.
42 per cent of the nearly 900 units will be designated for affordable housing, falling in the range of 80 per cent of equivalent market rents.
"We calculated the average market rate for around this area and it’s going to be $1,400-$1,800 per month. The 10 people that were living in the woods before it was clear-cut will not be able to live there," said Bill Zebadee, who is the president of the Southdale Wetland Society.
In the spring, Housing Minister John Lohr took over Halifax's development approvals to speed up construction.
Deputy Mayor Sam Austin said he has concerns about this project as well.
"For me, the profound sadness of Eisner is that the opportunity for the public to have any meaningful say or input into that project was taken away through the special planning process," said Austin.
Two appeals related to this development have been dismissed by Environment Minister Tim Halman, which means the clearing of the 55 acre parcel of land can continue.
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Self-Control Story - Chapter 1: Doubt
N04H stood before him, almost broken to the point he had already voiced out his last will. Hammer in hand, he was disposed to comply his last will. He lifted it, ready to swing it at the remains… But the hit never came. The hammer slipped his hands and tears slipped down his face.
“-Hey! How could you do this to me!?-Malroth’s voice sounded in his head.
-Forgive me, Malroth. Anessa has convinced His Majesty that you are too dangerous to walk free, and I cannot refuse a direct command from my king-the voice of that hypocrite and traitor sounded.
Truth to be told, Ice had been quite resented for what Warwick did. To the length of kicking him where it hurt the most before starting the fight.
-I’m not talking to you, stupid. Why, Ice? Why would you build a dungeon for them to throw me into? Just because they asked nicely?
That stung. He didn’t do things just because they asked nicely. While it is true he didn’t ask for an explanation, he had enough gears in his head to create a reasoning as to why they needed it, especially in Moonbrooke. In that kingdom he had been so cautious he had started throwing suspicion even on the king. Anessa was a suspect because of Warwick’s saying, then Warwick was suspicious for throwing such blame on her, the rest of soldiers… Well, Gerome had indeed manifested himself against his beliefs. Zara had been with the deserting soldiers, who had come from the outside, so she was under suspicion too.
-Listen, Malroth, nobody had-he was cut by his best friend turning around so he facing his back.
-I don’t want to hear your excuses. I don’t even want to see your face.”
Why? Why did he say that? He understood he had felt betrayed that time, but…
“The key fit in perfectly, meaning the only traitor was Warwick. He opened the door and neared his friend.
-Malroth…
-Oh. It’s you-he said with such indifference and disgust Ice felt as if his entire reality would turn into that one nightmare he once lived-So, you’ve finally decided to let me out, have you? What’s happened?
-Well, I built a huge tower weapon and… Atlas, the Major General of monsters wants to destroy us all… And is coming over for a visit-Ice said looking at the side, if Malroth was this resented then he’ll probably make a fuss over the weapon.
-…Huh. So you’ve built a massive magical cannon, and now the Major General of the monsters is on his way over to destroy us all. Ha ha ha! Are you serious? There’s a big, bad baddie coming, so now you decide to let me out of my cell?
-“Malroth, please, it’s not my fault that we live in an absolutist system…”-was what he’d wished to say, but hesitance pushed him back.
-You leave me locked away here-never even dropping by to say hello-and now that you’re in trouble, you come to me for help?
-“They didn’t let me anywhere near the cell! I would have passed by to say hello and have even a one-sided conversation!”-another answer that he wanted so badly to say, to scream at him… But he couldn’t, he just couldn’t.
-You’re disgusting, Gelius-Malroth spat like his name was poison.
He went out of the cell without bothering to look back. Ice was left alone trembling, but not from cold or fear. Malroth’s rejection and hatred stung so badly… It was as if somebody had been poisoning with a slow-working venom of those that really sting you. He tightened fists he hadn’t noticed that had formed. A shadow cast on his face, Ice cursed Rubiss for the first time in his whole life. He’d never been a religious person, in fact, he’d built the church because he knew the others were believers that needed a guide. He only built it because of the request that had formed by those who follow Rubiss. He hated the Goddess now with every cell of his being. Pure hatred that also targeted Hargon and his whole army. He hated everything now, every monster and human who believed things would go well, because, for him, things weren’t going well at all. A tear slipped and fell to the floor, shattering, for it was frozen.
-I hate you, Rubiss-he muttered when he’d anticipated the light glow trying to reach him-Don’t you even dare speak to me or I’ll go and seek for a way of destroying you, make you suffer. Haven’t I already proved vengeful enough for you to be cautious? Aren’t I that cursed child even his family rejects? Give it up, will you? I don’t care if it’s Erdrick’s or the Demon Lord’s blood the one that runs through my veins, I don’t care about wielding a sword to fight for a destiny that never belonged to me.”
There was no way Malroth would have ever wanted to see him again after he got thrown into the cell. That was bothersome for Ice. Build a castle, Lulu said, it will culminate our kingdom.
-“You can go burn in hell, Lulu”-he thought-“Did the thought of me being in the right mood to build a castle ever pass your head? I may have imagination, but back then I would have drawn a gigantic fortress with several weapons, like Cantlin.”
He didn’t even pay attention to whatever were Anessa and the others building. He couldn’t have cared less. Yowies? Snow fields? Those were already noted down by somebody else in the book. Traps? He was born in a giant fortress with weapons hidden everywhere. He would’ve loved to create the Cantlin Shield, though. In his mood, so stressed and mad over what had happened in the Kingdom, how a friendship that lasted three islands went to waste in less than a second. Sure, the thing about Ra’s mirror was another thing Malroth was angry about, but he had made sure to point out he had used the mirror on everyone, even the king himself, that he could have built a whole fortress around the Isle of Awakening with such traps not even the ship could’ve survived. Had he had a bit more of time…
“-Malroth, wait-Ice said after having gained back his composure, putting a hand on his shoulder.
-What? What else do you want?-he snapped turning with a harsh glare.
-Malroth, plase, I didn’t intend to imprison you, and I couldn’t decide even whether to-he was cut off by the red-eyed man again.
-Shut up! Okay? Just shut up. I’ve had enough of your excuses.
Tears welled up in Ice’s eyes. He’d already had an open wound with Malroth’s snappy behavior, and now it felt as if Malroth had thrown salt on it.
-Oh, for crying out- Anyone’d think you were the one whose best friend betrayed them…
-Malroth!-Anessa called.
Ice stopped listening at that point, looking away from Anessa. He didn’t want to show himself weak after slaughtering so mercilessly all those monsters, screaming and cursing each one of them as if a demon had possessed him. He’d even joked about doing an exorcism… Before Warwick and Anessa discovered the true nature of such an animalistic blood-thirst. Half human, half monster. Rejected by humans for being part monster, rejected by most monsters for being part human. The only creature that had accepted him as he was had been Malroth. His somewhat sassy and slightly rude behavior slightly reminded Ice of himself, when he was in Cantlin people often mentioned how he looked and acted like his grandfather, a very sassy and snappy builder with a great talent, merging Tantegel into one city, teaching the builders in Cantlin and becoming a modal builder in all of Alefgard, and Erdrick’s only cousin. The one that forged the Sword that the Prince of Midenhall used to slaughter the evil priest Hargon and his Master, whose name had been locked up inside his memories, no matter how many times he’d heard it.
-Hey, Gelius-calling him by that name was the part it hurt the most. He’d told him to call him Ice instead of Gelius, since “Ice Crystal” was the name his mother gave him, Gelius being his grandfather’s name, which had been passed down on him-I’ll help you beat Atlas. But after that, we’re done. You built a dungeon to lock me away and only let me out when you needed my help. That’s low.
Another critical hit. His soul’s HP seriously needed those medicinal herbs he carried around, or a healing spell at that matter.
-I suppose it makes sense, though. Why would a builder like you care about a guy like me who can only destroy stuff? I thought we could be friends, but I guess I was wrong. You and me, Gelius-we’re through.
“Since when were we a couple?” was the first thought that crossed Ice’s mind. Then, he processed the sentence’s meaning, which actually made him feel like his soul had been ripped by the Master of Destruction himself. Ironically, he eventually discovered Malroth indeed was the Master of Destruction, so he added this situation to the ones where irony made such a hurtful effect it was painful even to remember.”
His origins was something he kept a secret to everyone. The fact he had the legendary Erdrick’s blood running through his veins and at the same time monster blood also ran through said vessels made the irony even more accentuated whenever he thought of his destiny here. He had thought of the irony of it all when the king of Moonbrooke told him the blood of the hero ran through his veins and his knowledge about a certain secret that it seemed to also have been passed down in his family when he saw a very old and dusty blueprint about the Kazapple Cannon.
“Peace. How ironic. The world may be at peace, but his world was crumbling, falling apart. Anessa celebrated it, along many others. They even made a feast and a firework show. Ice couldn’t care less about shiny exploding things by then. He felt as if his soul was tearing itself apart, which would eventually lead to either multiple personalities or his own death. He went to talk with Malroth, sure, but only because the king asked so.
Perhaps he really was like Malroth had said. Doing things just because they asked for them nicely.
-…Huh? Oh, Gelius, it’s you. How long have you been standing there?
-“Good question, Malroth, I even lost track of time during the feast, so I wasn’t conscious I’d made it here until you said so, I could’ve fallen from the wall and I’d still be walking was it not for you and your little question.”
-That Kazapple cannon of yours is really something. Guess you won’t need me around to beat up the monsters any more.
-“Actually, I can’t make more than that one… Though if you saw how I’ve been in battle lately…”
-You build thing, I mash monsters. But you don’t need me any more-and I don’t need you-“Stop playing tough”-Once we get back to the island, we can go our separate ways.
The rest of the night was just a fuzz of lights and noise. He had been fond of exploding things once when he was about twelve. The Master Builder had to stop him before he blew up the Tantegel’s center with fireworks and wrecking balls. That had been left behind once his sweet friendship with Malroth had broken. Not even chips had he eaten in the feast, and it was by far his favorite food that could be cooked with Moonbrooke’s resources. Had it been for him, he would have gone to his room and stayed inside for the rest of the night.”
Malroth had left it clear enough: he didn’t want to see him anymore, let alone have a friendly conversation with him. He had stated clearly he didn’t need him, that they should take separate paths. So why was he insisting on intertwining them again? He surely was now BFFs with his oh-so-devoted follower Hargon, why would he need him now? N04H and the others, one the other hand…
By now tears were streaming down regularly through his face, eyes watery and watching N04H’s remains. He couldn’t stand it. Why was he trying to get to Malroth even? To make others happy? To fulfill that promise he’d made before their friendship teared apart? Why not care about the ones who were truly at his side, and not turning tables whenever they wanted? He was fed up of traitors, lies and all that crap. All he wanted was a happy family with a nice life, was it too much for the Goddess herself to give her favorite family a happy ending?
He hugged the pile of nearly useless metal.
-I’m sorry, I can’t do it-he cried onto the machine’s “chest”.
Hellen watched sorrowfully how the scene evolved. She had anticipated this. He’d shown himself a little too attached to very simple things such as that oaken club or the car he had so badly named. Affection was the problem this child had. He grew too attached to things, even knowing they could break so easily…
-Ice, there’s no doing it, either you do it or we do it-she said, though she had no intention of destroying the broken robot any time soon.
-No! I’m not going to! And I won’t let you! Who cares about the forsaken Master anymore!? Who cares we used to be friends? My friends are here and waiting for me to return back at the Isle! Screw Malroth! He’s as rotten a god as Rubiss!-he blew up-If he doesn’t want to see me, then be it! I don’t want to either!
Adamn growled. A direct insult to the Master of Destruction could cost him a high price.
-Ice, be reasonable! Didn’t you say you never broke your word? What about the promise you made back then?-Hellen said, containing Adamn by extending an arm.
“-Ice… If-anything-were-to-happen-that-led-me-to-my-end, I-want-you-to-promise-me-you-will-carry-on-my-last-will-N04H’s metallic voice called him.
-Sure, of course, after all, you almost didn’t live to tell it before, so I’m ready to accept it whenever it comes-he coolly said with an expression of pure seriousness-And I never break my word. I swear in the name of my bloodline I will carry on with your last will.”
Ice growled, glaring at the priestess. The Children of Hargon surely knew how to attack where it hurt the most. His tail popped up again and it threw itself at Hellen like a whip.
-And I will! But not here and not now! Not when the Master is menacing us all, let’s go! Whitebones, turn the engine on!
Everyone looked at the builder astonished. Surely he wasn’t planning on leaving another friend out there, right?
-Ice, weren’t you so determined to rescue Malroth?
Ice looked at Hellen, a cold stare.
-That was until someone died to reach my targets. I’m not like them. I’m not like the disgusting humankind. I’m not like my family… I’m not like Allen or Hargon. I wouldn’t fall so low as to take profit of others.
Something in the back of Hellen’s mind triggered when Hargon was brought to the conversation like that.
-Hargon wasn’t like that. He’s not one to break his word easily, like you used to be-she argued with a serious tone.
-How do you know? You’re not real, remember?-he said, his look turning into a dark one-Who cares about an illusion anyway? All this world is fake, isn’t it? Then let it be destroyed, I’ll be the emissary of destruction in the real world. Those who believe will be saved, those who don’t… Well, let’s just say salvation will be beyond their reach.
Ice started walking to the place Whitebones was, commanding people around. He spoke to him about the journey between worlds, a topic they both shared an interest.
Hellen scoffed, as if he knew a thing about reality and illusion. The child was already far beyond what this illusion could bring, talking to himself in a lively conversation being enough proof. She thought of the day she earned her title, back in Furrowfield’s council. How the screechy voice of the high priest had given a name, which turned out to be hers… How she learned the true nature of this world and her own self. It wasn’t easy to accept you were a mirror of Hargon’s memories, locked in the back of his mind while the illusion was created. A mirror of a person, specifically, a dead person.
In the half-in-ruins castle that towered over everything else in Malhalla, a bored high priest was resting on his throne resting his chin on his hand, the elbow of the arm of said hand resting on the throne in turn. He looked at his right, then his left, then at the front again.
-For how much more are we going to wait for that accursed builder, Malroth?-he voiced out loud for his Master to hear.
-Just a little more… I’m sure he must’ve figured out how to fly around here by now. It’s a matter of time he comes-he replied in Hargon’s mind.
-Honestly, do you believe he’ll even show up? I mean, he knows his place is not fighting us, and believe me, you could have already destroyed this world five times already.
-Just a little more?
-It’s been five months already!-Hargon screeched, the sentence echoing through all of the castle, then back to them-How much more are you going to wait until you realize they have no intention of coming?!
Hargon’s outburst shocked Malroth. In fact, the priest had been asking every five hours how long did he intend to wait, but he had been patient until now, which made him shout the harsh truth.
-I tolerated it the first months. Figuring out a way to move around here is as difficult as learning master-class spells without having cast the basic ones once before. When is it going to get through your thick skull? The builder is not coming!
-Then I’ll go find them-Malroth said appearing and crossing all four arms.
Hargon sighed.
-Honestly, you never know when to stop, do you?-he said bringing a hand to his forehead-I’ll go with you. Sometimes you need someone who isn’t the size of a two-floored house to call other people for them not to run away screaming for help.
With a nod, Malroth crouched and Hargon jumped on his back, arms crossed and a grumpy expression on his face.
-Go-he simply said before taking off.
They flied through the whole place, searching for them before Hargon caught a glimpse of something yellow.
-I could have sworn that our buildings were dark green… What is that?-he mumbled-Malroth! Over there! Check it out! But… be cautious, we don’t know if they have weapons.
-Sure-Malroth said before turning to fly in the direction that yellow building was.
Malroth, being the careless monster he was, one that used brute force, took the ark’s wall with two of his arms and peeked inside like it was a toy box.
-Hellen! There’s a massive green lizard trying to take over the ark!-Arisplotle called the priestess-Can you bring along Adamn and Zebadee?
-What kind of lizard do you mean, chi-she started and looked at Malroth-Oh.
-Fear not, my disciples-Hargon said jumping down onto the ark-the one you labeled as “massive green lizard” is our Lord and Master, Malroth. He has come to seek a slightly tall human with light blue hair, a backpack with a giant book and traveling clothing who says to be a builder.
Every monster in the crew looked to each other. After hearing Hargon’s ominous voice through statues, the Trinity had grown to think he would be an ominous character, but he somehow did look familiar. Perhaps it was, indeed, the high priest.
-I think the one you speak about is me-said Ice coming out of the kitchen with a deadly serious expression-I do not wish to hear what you have to say, Hargon, I am not like the family of heroes, I have been taught not to listen to evil creatures such as you.
Hargon looked at the builder from head to toe.
-Inspecting you closer, you do resemble the one that initiated your linage of builders. I have seen him enough times traveling through Torland to dare say that. It’s almost disgusting that Malroth grew fond of you, knowing your origins.
-Hargon-Malroth growled-We haven’t come for that and you know it.
Hargon scoffed. He’d found the builder, now what? What does he intend to do now?
-Hargon… It has indeed been a long time since I last heard of you-Hellen said-I am Hellen, the one you labeled as one of the three priests in the Trinity.
-I know who you are, could you do me a favor and shut up for now? Malroth has something to say, if I am not mistaken-he said.
-Oh… um… yeah… Ice… I… I’m sorry for what I said, can you come over so we can catch up?
-Now you come crawling at my feet to apologize, huh? Maybe Allen was right about you monsters…
Malroth could feel a tight knot in his stomach, wasn’t Allen the one Hargon had spoken like he was a bloodthirsty monster in a human body? Was Ice now resented and willing to follow the steps of the Prince of Midenhall?
-But I guess just by saying that we’re even, so… I guess I won’t take his words seriously-he said cracking up an evilish smile.
Malroth and Ice high-fived to celebrate it. They were friends again.
-So… Now that we’re friends again, can we go back to the Isle and…?
-Malroth, look at yourself. There’s no way you fit in your room in any way. You’re… Let’s put it this way, a twenty meter long giant winged lizard with fangs as big as me. Do you think the villagers are going to take this… normally?
-They took your thing fairly easily.
Ice furrowed his brows. By that time Hargon was sitting on the floor with his arms crossed, this was going to be a long, long talk.
-I am a half-monster with the regular human blood running through my veins… You, on the other hand, are the incarnation of Destruction and a giant lizard with four massive arms with which you can break anything.
-I can breath fire too-Malroth added.
-That does not help. We would have to shrink you or something, you don’t even fit inside the pyramid!
-Huh? I don’t? I thought that thing was huge.
-It is, but you’re even more huge.
Hellen was glaring daggers at Hargon by then. He had referred to her so rudely…
-I’m sorry-Hargon mumbled.
-What?-she asked.
-I’m sorry-he stated more clearly-I didn’t intend to snap like that, it’s just… I’m not in my best mood. I’ve been waiting for five months for this child to show up and he now asked me to find him so that they may be friends again. I’m… tired to say the least.
Hellen giggled. Hargon sure got worked up for something really silly.
-Um… I forgot to tell you, the rest of the Trinity is here… He’s Zebadee-she said pointing at the priest in charge of the Court of Chaos-And Adamn, the Inquisitor-she said pointing to the archdemon.
-Ah, yes. I still remember assigning you the charges back in the day… Happy times those where all I had to worry was travel around the world. Now I have to babysit Malroth because for some reason he acts like a teenager. Anyway-he said getting up-I must go, the world isn’t going to destroy by itself. Malroth! That’s enough! If you want to keep your friendly encounter take him, we’re leaving.
-Oh…
-Wait, you’re taking Ice with you!?-Hellen exclaimed.
Hargon turned around and signed something in monster language. His face was like saying “I’m fed up”, and his foot was constantly tapping against the ark’s floor.
Hellen gasped when she understood what was he saying, probably something very rude. Adamn wasn’t bright enough to understand it, he’d never been a coded language monster, but Zebadee understood it and his staff illuminated like when he was about to cast a spell. Hargon noticed this and pointed his own staff at the priest and it shone brightly.
-Hargon, stop-Malroth said picking Ice up with one hand-We’re about to go.
-You aren’t taking that child anywhere!-Hellen said angrily-Now put him down and stop whatever it is that stops the End of the World as We Know It.
Malroth didn’t understand anything, and so did Hargon. Why did the Trinity of Hargon want Malroth to put down his friend?
-Oh, I get it now, you have fallen for his tricks to, haven’t you?-he said looking at the bell-Truly, and here I thought you all were brighter than the rest… This bell is the sign of our archenemy! How dare you let him put that in front of our sacred place?! You have been building too, haven’t you? Can’t I trust my own Trinity? I chose you because your faith was genuine!
Hargon sounded betrayed in Ice’s ears. He had the exact same tone Malroth used in Moonbrooke’s fight. He felt sorry for him, he knew that even he had the right to feel betrayed, as evil as he was. Everyone had feelings… except for Rubiss maybe, that was clear enough. Words of trust, charges… They all had been entrusted with something and now they were following the exact opposite doctrines of those he had taught. He lowered his head in what he hoped was something like an apology.
-Let’s go, Malroth-he said, he sounded like he was trying to contain something.
While they were flying back Malroth asked Ice something very curious.
-Do you think it was the right choice to come and find you?
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#dragon quest builders 2#hargon#malroth#builder#hellen#adamn#zebadee#spoilers#dqb2 spoilers#dqb2 finale#N04H#Self-Control AU#Self-Control AU Chapter 1
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August 31 - September 28, 1968: Invasion of the Quarks
Published in TV Comic 872-876
TARDIS Data Core entry
Wait, what? The Quarks?
Imagine how mind-blowing this must have been for young fans. For its entire existence, the TV Comic Dr Who strip has maintained a very separate continuity from the television show. Dr Who has always travelled with his bright-eyed grandchildren John and Gillian. But now, after 3 episodes of the season 6 story The Dominators, Dr Who in the comics has dropped off his young charges at Zebadee University, and gone off to face his deadly Quark opponents solo! Seemingly, these are the same Quarks acting as servants to the huge-shouldered villains of the current TV story. Somehow, though, they now have their own flying saucer, and "their reputation for destruction is unparalleled throughout the galaxies", according to our hero.
This is wild enough. And then JAMIE shows up and starts travelling with the comic Dr Who, and suddenly we are clearly in a whole new phase of comic strip adventure. Wow.
#doctor who#invasion of the quarks#2nd doctor#john and gillian#jamie mccrimmon#comic#tv comic#1968#quarks
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tells us more about shadowpelt x zebadee plzzzzz :D
I've only thought about this ship for a few days, but I already have a good amount of headcanons.
Zebedee likely would have fallen for her while she was still a scout. They would often meet at night to chat, and spend time together. As time passed, they struck up a friendship, but it would eventually grow into something much more.
Zebedee asked her to be his Rider, and of course, she happily agreed.
They would likely keep their relationship secret, but always spending time together at the river at night, the same place where they met.
Zebedee always stayed connected with her via their special bond, communicating with each other silently, which added to their intimacy.
This meant they had silent conversations with each other all the time, complimenting, and talking with each other, and further keeping their relationship a secret.
Shadowpelt would absolutely snuggle up to Zebedee any time chance she got. That Zed-Stack is warm, even in the coldest weather.
She would almost always be under Zebedee’s hat, knowing she would be warm and protected.
Zebedee gives the most gentle nuzzles. He refrains from kissing her because she's obviously significantly smaller than him.
Shadowpelt would often times sneak giving Zebedee a peck on the cheek. He would absolutely be a flustered and surprised mess all the time. No matter how many time she had done it.
They absolutely flirt with each other with their connection. Zebedee was able to hide it better than Shadowpelt. You can tell they are flirting with each other if Shadowpelt has a big smile on her face with a slight blush. It can also be indicated if she was spacing out.
Now time for sad headcanons
Before she left on the ship, Zebedee was worried sick, not fond of letting his love go on the ship, but she insisted on going. She was always one of the first to lend a hand, and the ship needed extra protection.
Zebedee very reluctantly let her go onto the ship, not knowing the tragedy that would happen.
The ship got caught into a storm and wrecked. Shadowpelt was never found and is believed to have passed in the wreck.
Once the news hit Zebedee, he was absolutely devastated, and struggled to overcome her death. Little did he know, she had a child before they fell in love with each other. This child would help him heal and recover from her death.
Sometimes he goes back to where they first met, alone, looking up at the stars and occasionally talking to them, hoping one day he will get a sign from her from the stars. He did eventually get an answer in the form of Shadowpelt's only child.
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Bali and New Zealand Day 38
Well on waking up this Monday morning I thought that I would be a bit stiff and legs aching after yesterday's climb. No such thing. I feel right as rain 😁.
Its still a bit surreal and not quite sunk in just how awesome yesterday was.
No rest for the wicked though. Our host Colin had gone to work early so we had breakfast and a chat with Theresa before saying our thanks and farewell for such a wonderful stay.
We decided to take Colin up on his suggestion of driving the 'Forgotten Highway's as this took us in our general onward direction. Before hand though I had to call into Macpac and purchase a baseball cap that I'd previously um'd and ar'd about. Decided it could be my little reminder of my summit climb.
So after leaving New Plymouth we headed back out on the road we arrived and back to Stratford where upon we turned left onto SH43 (SH, State Highway), the forgotten highway.
This road is about 150km from Stratford to Taumarunui. The road is very windy, up & down, scenic, has lots of history and great views and stopping places along the way. There are four passes that you climb up, over and go back down and a stunning gorge section. The scenery starts with hilly sheep country a bit like the peak district, goes into native bush/jungle, through the gorge and ends in a river valley with stunning roadside cliffs where you can see the volcanic layers in the rock. The horizontal layers of age work in a similar way to tree rings and mark different growth periods.
The morning was spent driving and stopping at the passes to enjoy the views. There are also loads of wild goats in this area that escaped from the early colonies and have bred. They're considered a pest and are regularly hunted . New Zealand has a huge program to try and rid it of imported animals/pests/preditors by 2050. Things like stoats, possums, goats, white tailed deer, wild pigs and rats. Before these creatures were introduced birds ruled here and in the areas which have been made preditor free (due to traps and fenced sanctuaries), they are thriving again. Lots of previous birds are extinct though as they we're flightless. They didn't need to escape things until the preditors were bought in on ships. The program is going well and the nation seems behind it. Not sure how they'll get rid of all rats though.
We stopped for lunch at the Whangamomona Hotel which was nice and the place querky as hell! It's buildings and general feel is of the wild west.
It's the only place a New Zealand rugby team can play in all black other than if your playing for the all blacks.
They moved the district border some time ago and they weren't happy about it so it's now a republic with it's own elected president. It also has it's own passport stamp and you can get your passport stamped at the hotel. Check out the link below for more info, especially some of the cheifs names like Billy Gumboot the Goat & Mert 'Mertle the turtle' Kennard!
Onwards then and a side road detour to take a short walk to Damper Falls. The walks pretty flat, about 1km and goes through fields and then native bush to the falls. Rumour has it that a local was chasing his sheepdog that was in turn chasing a wild boar and discovered the falls just as his dog fell to his death as the boar jumped over the falls with the dog attached to him. I'm guessing the boar didn't survive either, it's a long way down .
Back down the side road, past some trees that support the Kokako (Blue wattled crow), really rare, didn't see or hear any but I'm told very early Dawn is best and rejoined SH43 and on through the gorge section.
At the end of this section in the bush just off the highway is the grave of Joshua Morgan. He was an early pioneering surveyor who was mapping the route for the original road. He contracted peritonitis and died out their. They buried him nearby . His widow was cremated and her ashes put their also (she died a long time after, they didn't just cremate her because her husband died!).
The road was really hard to build because of the type of rock , the elevation, the floods and constant rockfall.
This was also why the railway was abandoned.
Shortly after we arrived at Taumarunui and checked into the motel. It was a great room, very comfortable and we had a great fish & chip takeaway. The fish was called Tarakihi (well not as in my name's Gary but as in the species, I looked it up and it looks similar to bream and is very tasty). Great value too. 3 pieces of fish (only expected the 2 ) and chips for two @ £5.50.
Boing, time for bed said zebadee.
Loads of wild goats, Yellowhammers, Harriers, magpies, Tui, kingfishers. 😎
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Self-Control Story, Branch 2 - Chapter 4: A Warning (Gore Warning)
The staff shone brightly as it prepared a spell, but it seemed like it had been severely weakened due to his state.
-I’ll… I’ll turn back in time and…-he muttered-Yggdrasil, turn back the wheels of time and lead me to the past where I was alive!
The builder and Malroth watched how the spell cast itself and a bright light engulfed the World Tree (in which they were in). One second later, Hargon found himself in the lowest floor of his castle in Rendarak. He saw two batmandrills, which meant that the three Scions hadn’t yet come.
-M-master Hargon!? Weren’t you at the highest floor readying yourself for the last fight?-one of the two asked before he saw the awful state he was in-Are you okay, sir?
-Ah, right-he said looking at his wounds-Behoma. (Fullheal/Healall)
His wounds were completely healed, but he still felt tired, so he had to rely on his staff to keep himself standing.
-You said I was on the top floor, right? Well then, there I go up again-he said walking past the two monsters.
The way up was difficult because he was exhausted and he earned a lot of stranged looks from the monsters that lived there, especially from Atlas, Pazuzu and Belial.
-Master Hargon, weren’t you up on the top floor already?-Belial asked puzzled.
-If I told you I am here and on the top would you believe me?-Hargon said looking at him firmly in the eyes-Belial, there is something I must tell myself, could you go up and check if I messed the timeline?
Belial, being one of the most loyal subordinates he could ask for got upstairs and went downstairs again.
-U-um-he said, looking as if his head was about to blow-How can you be praying and be here at the same time?
-That is something I must not say to somebody who’s about to… Forget about it, I must go tell myself something important-Hargon then realized… It not only sounded weird, he looked like he was insane already.
Belial guided the Hargon of the future to the place the Hargon of the past was. Hargon was praying his usual morning prayer. Belial reached the priest first to announce the new visitor.
-Um… Master Hargon, I know you don’t like being disturbed while you’re praying, but… There’s a peculiar visitor that wants to have a word with you.
-A… visitor?-he asked-Who would dare disturb me during my routine?
-I do-the other Hargon said showing himself.
Hargon didn’t believe his eyes. Nor did he believe it was him the one standing at the other side.
-You must be confused, I undestand that. I have come from the future without a previous warning. You won’t believe this but you’re about to be killed, and Malroth is going to suffer the same fate.
The Hargon of the past looked at the other questioningly.
-If you are me in the future and in the future I am dead, how can you explain… The fact you are in front of me.
-About that… Long story short you are going to make the desperate move of sealing the Master’s soul away into the illusion created to distract the Scions and you will be going along him. Turns out the Master can come back, but… Certain attachments with someone have brought me here.
Hargon of the future frowned. It wasn’t exactly a good memory to remember. The fact his own god turned his back on him.
-If by some twisted turn of events you were who you say you are, can you prove it?
-I am a Scion of the Dragonlord, who in turn is the son of Zoma. We have been entrusted with our family relic: “The Eye of Malroth”. Profaniss was a servant at Charlock Castle who raised me from early childhood, I don’t like to admit it, but I am Princess Gwaelin’s first son. I started my journey the day Profaniss died and my first followers were called Adamn, Zebadee and Hellen.
Hargon of the past seemed satisfied with this.
-What do you recommend?
-I have the power of Yggdrasil and the same blood as you… You may use me as a sacrifice to bring Malroth. He’ll be very strong if we do that and the Scions won’t stand a chance.
Both Hargons thought it was a good idea, so they decided to perform it. Belial realized by then something he hadn’t spotted before. Hargon had that crimson flowing hair all over his head that didn’t actually make much sense according to what his master had talked about with him.
-Um… Master Hargon… Were you playing the role of a damsel in distress or something…?-Belial asked looking at the hair, which reached to the middle of his back already.
-No, I wasn’t playing any paper, this is just as natural as my scales and fins, Belial-Hargon replied sitting on some kind of drawing on the floor-I haven’t spoken to you about this because it comes from my mother, who I do not like to recall often.
The Hargon of the past drew some runes on the floor and went to fetch a dagger.
-I hope this time the Master actually gets to perform his duties.
Hargon of the past started chanting something while putting some kind of liquid on the dagger. The dagger started shining with a vicious red color.
-I didn’t realize how much I missed the sacrifices to the Master-Hargon of the future mused looking at it.
-Powerful Master of Destruction, I call thee!-Hargon of the past started the usual sacrifice speech-I offer thee the blood of a loyal servant who has gone as far as stripping Yggdrasil’s power from her to come here and make an attempt to change our fate! With the power of creation and destruction alike running through his veins and the holy bloodline of the Great Archfiend let his sacrifice become thy power and reason to come to this world and fight the Scions of Erdrick before destroying the whole world!
With those words, Hargon of the past took the dagger on one of his hands and his future counterpart in the other and started cutting his hand’s palm. Ironically, Hargon didn’t feel the cut nor the blood beginning to ooze and drip onto the floor. Once the cut was wide enough, the blue blood of the monster started falling in a steady stream. He watched it fall before his eyes, bracing his destiny. He felt the presence of the Master already. And… Two magic presences and one non-magic one at the first floor.
-Belial, our guests have arrived-he said while looking at one of the windows.
Belial took five seconds before realizing what he meant and went one floor down.
-You sure are taking long, Malroth, what’s the problem? Do you not accept your faithful servant’s blood?
Malroth didn’t answer immediately, yet his cackle was heard in the room.
-Not yet, I want the Scions to witness it-his deep monster voice said.
-I hope they hurry, I can’t keep this bloodstream forever.
The silence while they waited was heavy, but comfortable… At least until the first monsters were slaughtered. One by one, the bloodcurdling screams of dying monsters were heard. Pazuzu, Atlas and Belial were not an exception. The sinister show of screams was the only thing that told how long were the three Scions taking. Just as Allen’s head started poking out from the stairs, the snake tail of the Master grabbed hold of the Hargon of the future from its mouth and started swallowing him, blood spluttering everywhere when the fangs touched some flesh. The Yggdrasil-ized Hargon smiled, it had been a while since he’d last been pulled into the Master as a sacrifice.
The three Scions witnessed how Malroth slowly came out of a portal while the snake tail swallowed the remains of the Hargon of the future.
-At last you come before me-Hargon said from his throne with the bloody dagger still on his hand-I am the High Priest of the Children of Hargon, Hargon the Great. All monsters listen and obey to each of my orders and so you will, humans, for salvation is only possible when our Master destroys this world.
The three Scions made weird unbelieving faces about that.
-I’m sorry, what?-the prince with a green poncho and blond hair.
-I see, you’re even shorter than I thought… This giant monster behind me is Malroth, Lord and Master of Destruction. I am High Priest Hargon. Either you obey or die-he said gesturing first to Malroth, then to himself and at last bringing his hands together in a “I’m fed up fashion, have you understood now?”
Allen took out his sword and aimed it at Hargon.
-For the destruction of Moonbrooke I shan’t forgive you, Hargon. So I will not listen to a word of what you say.
-Fine, if you want to fight we’ll fight, right Malroth?
Malroth growled in consent, getting his arms ready for the fight. And so, the final battle began again, this time with Malroth already ready in the battlefield. While that happened, another historic event was happening in Alefgard’s Southern side. Hargon’s soul could feel another presence generating, one that felt like…
-Erdrick-he muttered while the Master struck a few hits on the Descendants of Erdrick.
-Nana, Conan, keep it together, don’t focus just on Malroth-Allen, the Prince of Midenhall said swinging his sword at Hargon.
-It’s easy to say it, but he keeps on striking on us!-Conan said using his shield to cover himself.
-Ionazun!-Hargon shouted at the top of his lungs just as the air around the Scions blew up.
-Hollyhock and Rubiss-Nana said-We’ve got quite a wizard over there…
Malroth and Hargon exchanged glances and kept fighting after Nana’s comment. Malroth’s strikes were precise, strong and well-thought, oddly curious for the god. Hargon’s soul had something to do with this, since he was now stuck in Malroth’s mind again.
-Keep it up and they’ll be history-he said to Malroth.
-Got it.
The fierce battle could be seen from several kilometers from the Castle, since the whole rooftop had gone down with the clashing strengths of the Children against the three heirs. It was such a titanic clash of powers many wizards and monsters could feel it. A certain presence not far from Moonbrooke felt it and pet his companion.
-It has begun. The Master and his follower shall fall in the name of fate, but it being a battle whose outcome cannot be predicted, the three Scions may also fall… That’s when we should go in, we have to remain here for now, big boy.
The companion, who moved down on all fours hummed in agreement, but still wanted to fight against them.
-Now, the only thing we mus to is ensure the birth of he, who was chosen by creation.
The figure started walking towards Alefgard.
Back in the Castle Nana was already running low on MP and Conan was about to suffer the same fate. Allen carelessly swung his sword at the enemy. Conan struck sometimes too, but kept focused on watching his cousins’ health, since Nana couldn’t cast any major healing spells anymore. On the other side of the battle, Malroth was already starting to feel sore from his lack of action in over a century. Hargon on the other side was far too enthusiastic to admit he was beginning to feel tired. Unlimited magic meant he could cast at least five Ionazun in a row and end the Descendants once they have ran out of supplies.
-Allen, please, slow down, I can’t keep casting… Behoma-Conan said-And we’re running out of medicine too. I know you want to end this but… It’s far too much.
Allen ignored him. He had to get rid of them to make father proud, to make grandfather proud. This was his destiny.
Malroth was getting distracted by the soreness of his muscles then, so he took the chance and…
Hargon received the blow, his shoulder’s bone crushing when the sword sunk, deep enough to make quite a heavy wound, only to protect his Master. Allen persisted, sinking the sword further into the priest, even if his HP were already going a fair deal down now. He didn’t stop until he’d reached half of the ribcage (considering he has one). Blood spilled from Hargon’s mouth, the wound having reached the point where he bled internally and externally. Nana gasped and put her hands over her mouth when she saw the brutal wound that had been left on the priest’s body.
-A-Allen! He… He didn’t deserve that-she said looking over at the fallen monster, whose HP were already around 10.
-Of course he did. He is nothing more that a Dark Spawn of Destruction that deserves death to atone for his sins-he said sheathing the sword full of monster blood.
-You know we still have to end the big mean one, right?-Conan said.
Hargon seemed to mutter an apologize before dropping on his knees and starting to try healing magic.
Conan and Allen charged at Malroth, who they took down with a co-op attack, Conan hitting on the front for Malroth to block while Allen struck on his back. Having fallen next to his most faithful living follower, who was beginning to pass away, Malroth muttered something incoherent before turning into blue dust. Hargon followed shortly after, having given up on healing after seeing Malroth’s death.
The three heirs celebrated the defeat of the Children of Hargon forgetting about something: A rather bitter soul took both of the fallen monsters’ souls and sealed them away in the illusion formerly created by the high priest. Being dragged with them, he was once again reduced to a shard of Malroth’s god subconscious.
-You think you have won, Scions of Erdrick, but one day the Master will awaken again, and I’ll wait patiently for it to happen.
Little did Allen know that what had happened was just the beginning of an even bigger mess. Added up to that, there was this strange feeling in Hargon’s soul that something unexpected was about to happen… yet again in the illusion.
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