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Prioritize your priorities.

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Hex Offender Part 2

With a clanking in the distance, Clara was relieved the Clankers were doing their job. She never understood what exactly they did; she just knew the stomping of metal “disrupted the local energies to prevent potential build up.” Magic was never her strong suite, then again a city inhabited by non-magical users would be in the same boat. “As long as the city is safe that's all I care about” the Gunnermate thought to herself. 

She watched the waterfall gradually fill the raised bucket on one end of the Clanker and fall and slam causing the water to fall out, and cause the metal Clanker to raise back up and repeat the process again when full. 

The beat she kept track of from the Clanker made her smile as she also tracked her footsteps hoping to have them sync up so everything was in order and right in her little world. All the counting in the world however could not make her feet ache any less as she took what she swore was the millionth step of the day. “Really the best part of patrol duty, vast open areas of Squaresville, population this bored young lady. Correction beautiful bored young lady” she smirks. 

The Squaresville comment made her think of those new rectangular hanging gardens from across her own hanging building. “They have the oddest of Feng Shui rules.” She didn't mind it but hated having to be inconvenienced by all the new rules that it required and the mirror light rationing peeved her off that two new mirror nodes were being constructed. “Well at least deployment has me away from it all hopefully it will be dang noise will be over with. But still raids are never fun.” 

Clara was giving lectures to herself aloud when two Construction Golems passed by staring at her open mic routine. 

Feeling flustered at her talking to herself she decides to randomly blurts out. “Thank your hard work, Golems are good and productive members of society and deserve every right to be given equal rights and protections like any other sentient beings that are a part of Gallage’s Crew” Realized she was saluting to them and noticed that after a short moment the Golems returned her salute and nodded as they continued with their own business” 

 With a sighing relief Clara continues on her patrol with her lectures and counting beats of the Clankers in the distance with her only company. 

Realizing she finished her fancy new cigarette ages ago, she decides to put it out by spitting it out and stepping on it. 

“Witch’s Brigade rule number 15 littering is for chumps and scallywags.” Clara says to herself as she bends over to pick up her cigarette filter. With her ash silk laced palm she picks it up not wanting to get any ashes on her fingers. She wanted to keep her hands clean but hated how careful she had to be with her fingers for extra dexterity. She really was still just a little witch. 

Putting the filter in her coat pocket for later, Clara exhaled to herself “Give a zoot don’t pollute.” in a silly voice. “I really wish I could join the propaganda department. Stupid applications being lost conveniently." 

After a few more stops in her patrol Clara hears a slight whine from her weapon. Proceeds to  twist a knob and flip a switch on the ripply side of her SIPS. “Facilissimo!” is said aloud. 

Sometime on her patrol route later Clara starts to have a coughing fit from her lung curing session earlier. “I'm starting to think i should quit” she jests then switches her voice again.              “Lungs only last as long as your habits Cara,”  simultaneously had a mocking gesture with her freehand as she adjusted  the sling on her “Tubified weapon of modern artifice".

After a moment she realized something was off. Everything was absolutely silent!

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Hex Offender, PART 1

“Two Screeches, so we still have time.” The woman in olive drabs made from spider silk said.

She was the latest guard duty victim and that meant the grueling honor of mindless standing around and walking around the perimeter. In the meantime the rest of her crew was fixated on making final preparations for the up and coming “skirmish”. A song and dance that has been going on with raiding parties. Naughty next door neighbors never really tried anything nasty, 

The “war” had been going on for decades now but the truce still held. That was pretty miraculous she had to admit, but that was neither here nor there. 

To kill time she checked the gauges on her Standard Issue Pressurized Shooter or SIPS for what could feel like the billionth time. After a routine scan of the air for messenger harpies, she suddenly hears the sound of stones crunching and turns around, finding one of her crewmates out for a smoke instead of an enemy. 

“I swear any action would be interesting, just to test out our new toys. Eh, Clara?” the approaching crewmate jests.  Rolling her eyes and scoffing, Clara smirks and replies. “Action is dangerous, it doesn't matter how minor. There is always a risk and besides I'm the one on guard duty,” Clara pauses a moment and then continues “you will also address me by proper rank and title. Especially when its my behind on point, do you understand crewmate Jorio?” 

After taking a few steps to process, Jorio raises an eyebrow, pretends to be super serious, and then snorts loudly “sure thing, whatever you say “Gunnermate Clara!”” 

Furrows her brow quickly and retorts. “Hey, I'm just trying to keep the crew safe and ready, alright?”

Jorio raises his grease stained hands up quickly and says. “Relax Gunny, things are operating smoothly with just a few minor hiccups, and set backs this time. We are doing great, might even make new record time” 

Realizing he was just jesting, Clara sighs and ruffles through her coat pockets to find what both were having a jonesing for. After a few moments she proceeds to pull a small packet out and rips it open with her teeth and then pulls out a small cylindrical paper filled with something dried with her teeth again. Looking in dazed confusion, Jorio ends up shaking his head with surprise when the pack is thrown to him. Manages to catch it and wasn't worried about his grease dirtying  it but this ends up causing Clara to wince herself and say. “Dang it, please be careful.” 

Jorio looks confused at her and says. “Ok… but can you please tell me what this is first?” 

Clara retorts with “Dude, just smell it”. Nodding along, Jorio does just that and takes a whiff. She  starts to fumble for her lighter. With sudden realization he says. “Hey this is a vintage harvest of Dried UnderBark, very nice but what is this tube thing?.” 

Clara, still fumbling for her lighter, says after taking a moment. “It’s a new way to smoke, that's all”  

Jorio lets out a huff and says. “No dung matey, but what's with this paper part that's a different color? He points to the filter and then also quips. Did you ditch your smoking pipe after all?" 

After what felt like a very long ordeal, Clara ends up finding her lighter. Before lighting she quickly says. “No, I didn't, and it's a new product from Midnight Farms. Pretty nifty eh?” 

Jorio smiles in response after Clara offers to light his cigarette but she quickly takes a drag first . 

Jorio replies with “Yeah, yeah relax, I do admit these are pretty convenient. Don't need to clean out your pipe after words, am I right?” 

After a few moments she pulls out her pipe. “See? I'm not a hornswaggle after all.” 

Jorio responds with . “Ok but what about me oh powerful and wise gunnermate?” still holding an unlit cig in his mouth. She smirks and then says. “Yeah sure but first” she then proceeds to take the fungal cigarette out of his mouth and flips it over. “You suck through the filter so it's smoother. Like what I did.” 

Jorio rolls his eyes and smirks. “See? I was right you know” 

“Really if that is the case will you finally listen to me?” Clara responded.

“You won't force me to attend your Pierrot shows if I don't will you?”  Jorio said boldly. 

This last comment has made Clara turn tomato red with anger and embarrassment.

“I said never mention my side gigs!!” She looks around and makes sure nobody hears him. Luckily nobody seemed to have noticed.As she clutches her weapon she spaces out in flustered indignity, Jorio immediately heads back to his work on the, well Clara wasn't sure what it was they were doing with the perimeter barriers. It wasn't her favorite topic and she wanted to focus on her guard duty. Also the less she knew the better.

She ends up shaking her head to regain clarity and says. “This ain't over J” and proceeds to keep on schedule with her task at hand. “Keep everyone inside the perimeter safe” That's all that mattered to her.

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Aayla redesign

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So is "for real for real" here to stay or will it simply go away?

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The Papal States reminds me so much of The Enclave in some aspects. The Noah's Arch of a Society.

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Home owners associations in American media is the same as Student Councils in Anime.

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I get sick of being accused of betraying Han Solo… [Lando] was up against Darth Vader. He had to figure something out. By the way, did anyone die?

– Billy Dee Williams defending Lando’s honor

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The irony of the crowd that likes to push the “did you just assume my gender?!” narrative will often do what they accuse others of. They do this by insisting that saying “Happy Holidays” is mean instead of saying “Merry Xmas”. They want you to assume they are Christian, and therefore “The default”

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Boneless "wings" are just bbq chicken nuggets. Cant convince me otherwise.

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Jan sixers werent charged but Luigi was, such double speak bullcrap.

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I’m naming them now. If Trump causes a Depression with his tariffs and gutting the workforce with his mass deportations. I want the new Hoovervilles to be called Trump Towns.

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Anyone else feel that the Death Star's tech wont go away, and its gonna just be treated like how atomics are in Dune?