#1_8

[yoshidatommy]

If "House of Ashes" was a movie, part 1.5

Part 1

[anuradha09]

[yeayiec4life]

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By Aaron Bynum

[rk7agencia]

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[christophe76460]

"1Là-bas, au bord des fleuves de Babylone, nous étions assis et nous pleurions en nous souvenant de Jérusalem.

2Aux arbres qui étaient là, nous avions pendu nos harpes.

3Alors ceux qui nous avaient déportés nous ont demandé de chanter. Ceux qui nous torturaient nous ont demandé des chants joyeux. Ils disaient : « Chantez-nous un des chants de Jérusalem ! »

4Comment chanter pour le SEIGNEUR dans un pays étranger ?

5Jérusalem, si je t’oublie, que ma main droite m’oublie !

6Si je ne pense plus à toi, si Jérusalem n’est pas tout mon bonheur, que ma langue reste collée dans ma bouche !

7SEIGNEUR, rappelle-toi ce que les Édomites ont dit le jour où Jérusalem a été prise : « Rasez la ville, rasez-la jusqu’à ses fondations ! »

8Ville de Babylone, tu vas être détruite ! Ils sont heureux, ceux qui te rendront le mal que tu nous as fait !

9Ils sont heureux, ceux qui saisiront tes jeunes enfants pour les écraser contre le rocher !"

Psaumes 137:1_8 [Parole de vie] 😔😔😔

[bitchyvoiddestiny]

The Book "Way of Living" is worthy of being kept in every home. By reading and following it, you will remain happy, both in this world and the other. You will be saved from sins. The unrest in the house will end. Sons and daughter-in- laws will serve their parents extraordinarily. God will reside in the home. Souls like ghosts-spirits, manes (pitra)-bhairav-betaal will not even come near that family. Demi-gods will protect that devotee family. 

 A devotee, who on reading this book will take initiation and worship according to the rules, will not have an untimely death.

- Spiritual Leader Saint Rampal Ji Maharaj

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[codehunter]

Django app works fine, but getting a TEMPLATE_* warning message

When I use runserver, it gives this warning message:

(1_8.W001) The standalone TEMPLATE_* settings were deprecated in Django 1.8 and the TEMPLATES dictionary takes precedence. You must put the values of the following settings into your default TEMPLATES dict: TEMPLATE_DEBUG.

Quoth the Django Documentation:

"TEMPLATE_DEBUG Deprecated since version 1.8: Set the 'debug' option in the OPTIONS of a DjangoTemplates backend instead."

Here is my settings.py with my futile attempts to fix it:

DEBUG = TrueTEMPLATE_DEBUG = DEBUGTEMPLATES = [ { 'BACKEND': 'django.template.backends.django.DjangoTemplates', 'DIRS': [os.path.join(BASE_DIR, 'myapp/templates')], 'APP_DIRS': True, 'OPTIONS': { 'context_processors': [ 'django.template.context_processors.debug', 'django.template.context_processors.request', 'django.contrib.auth.context_processors.auth', 'django.contrib.messages.context_processors.messages', ], 'debug': DEBUG, 'DEBUG': DEBUG, 'TEMPLATE_DEBUG': DEBUG }, }, ]

What am I missing here?

https://codehunter.cc/a/django/django-app-works-fine-but-getting-a-template-warning-message

[carotranquilo]

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[listenerseries]

Living Ghosts 8

She can hear the sound of men breathing through her right ear.  She cocks her head to the side to listen to them, counts each varied breath to take inventory of who among the carnage at her feet still lives.

And she sinks down to her feet.  Her hand shakes as she raises it up to her face to stare at it and she feels her empty stomach churn with a disgust that tastes of bile, copper, and iron.  She rubs her fingers together and holds her breath before dropping her hand and sighing.  The night’s cold makes her shiver, but she doesn’t move––refuses to, as she catches her breath.

Sori regards Caius with quiet eyes, watches him breathe.  Her name rings in her ear as she looks, examining the gaping wound in his face.  She turns her head to glance back at Vel, who rasps short, quick breaths in the corner, then touches her front, just below her chest.  She rubs at the wound that is no longer there and pokes the skin gingerly, looking down at it as she thinks nothing.

She can remember, now, in the near-silence and soft shadows of the stagnant hall, how it felt as the spear broke through her skin, tore through muscle, caught on the edge of her stomach, before bursting out the other side.  It burned, and it hurt, but rubbing at the skin now, no scar remains. Not a scratch.

The corridor is composed of the soft sound disparate bodies breathing as they sleep or die.  Her hands do not glow as she reaches up to grasp the handle of the sword she stole.

Dark eyes, tired, worn like an ancient midnight cliffside, stare at her from her reflection in the blade.  Fresh runes run down the blade’s flat, branding the steel as hers.  It whispers its story to her through her left ear, though the slow, thick, dragging tiredness in her heavy head.  The weight turns the whispers faint, but they persist.  Fingers flexing on the handle, she tries to stand even as the weight she feels heavy on her back tugs at her very bones.

Blood rushes to her head and sends a ringing through her right ear.  Pictures of light and color dance in her vision as her eyes threaten to burst, and her knees buckle.  She breathes slowly and blinks rapidly, grip tightening on her sword’s handle before she stands, slower this time, and looks back towards her brother, standing behind her in the hall.

Daesun steps around men and bodies on the floor with hardly a sound.  He stops a few steps to her left and regards her, mouth thin.  He rubs his fingers together beneath his cloak, then steps around her and walks past.  She watches his shadow go and listens to the voice of his cloak as it passes, Daesun oblivious to the few things it says.  She shakes her head, shrinking into the thin rags of her robe and shivering in the cold and exhaustion that keeps her down.

Daesun walks ahead of her and stops only briefly to look back, then clicks his tongue.  She looks up.  He motions for her to follow.

She breathes deep, once, then wrenches the sword out of the floor and takes a few steps forward.  Her bare feet slip on the mess left on the ground.  She stumbles forward and Daesun turns in her direction, but she catches herself on the wall and pushes herself to join him.

Daesun pauses to look her up and down.  He rubs his fingers together again and grimaces before he reaches out to pat her on the shoulder.  A hiss escapes her lips as she winces, his hand’s weight settling on one of her unhealed injuries.

An ache, deep as her bones, seeps through her from the space beneath his palm down to the soles of her feet.  It pulses from the welts on her back, left unhealed in favor of treating the spear wound Vel had inflicted.  Sori plants her blade into the ground and braces herself against it, and Daesun lifts his hand off from her, his face pulling into a mask of apprehension.

Sori loops her arm over the sword’s hilt and signs to him slowly.  “It’s fine.” The sword props her up––an unwieldy thing for someone of her stature.  From tip to pommel, it is a mere half-hand’s width from her clavicle.  Daesun hesitantly offers her a hand.  She looks at it briefly, then hangs her head and stands up straight again with a quiet sigh.

“My hands are gross,” she signs to him, then speaks the words haltingly so he can hear her.  His retracts his hand quickly.  “But thank you.”  He recognizes the quick sign and nods to her with a small, strained smile.  He speaks to her, enunciating his words, his hands hidden beneath his cloak.

“We should go catch up with the others.”

Sori’s palms glow as she struggles to hear him.  She nods to him after a second, then slings her sword over her shoulder and proceeds out of the hall, into the night beyond.

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Η “Σούπερ Μπάλα” στο Mega με Κατσαρό Παπαδημητρίου και καλεσμένο τον Γιάννη Ζουγανέλη ήταν η νικήτρια της βραδιάς στις αθλητικές εκπομπές της Κυριακής με ένα 4,6% μ.ο στο δυναμικό κοινό που φέρνει και το χρήμα στα μαγαζιά. Ξεκίνησε πιο αργά από τις υπόλοιπε�� εκπομπές αλλά έκοψε πρώτη το νήμα.     Ακολούθησε το “Totall Football” στο OPEN με 3,4% μ.ο νούμερα χαμηλότερα από την προηγούμενη εβδομάδα παρά το γεγονός ότι είχε σημαντικά ρεπορτάζ όπως η συνέντευξη του πρώην προπονητή του ΠΑΟΚ Λουτσεσκου που έβγαλε ειδήσεις.     Τελευταία και με χειρότερα νούμερα από κάθε άλλη φορά η “Αθλητική Κυριακή” με το τραγικό 1,8% μ.ο για την ΕΡΤ και στο τελευταίο τέταρτο της εκπομπής να πέφτει κάτω από την μονάδα 0,7%. Σε ένα κανονικό κανάλι τα μπαρμπάδια που κάνουν μονάδα τηλεθέαση Κυριακή βράδυ σε prime time ζώνη θα τα είχαν στείλει ήδη για σύνταξη.     Δείτε τα νούμερα αναλυτικά παρακάτω… 4,6% μ.ο Super Μπάλα live 3,4% μ.ο Totall Football 1,8% μ.ο Αθλητική Κυριακή                    Πληροφορίες από nassosblog

[chazukekani]

Fen's response message to Kani

Dear Kani,

Thank you very very very much that you've spent time thinking,typing those words and sending them to me.It's very meaningful to me.

And you know what,I never think that my letter can create a memorable moment for someone.I'm just nobody, just a person,a stranger you have never met before.

But,thanks to the Internet we can create a good memory for each other.How wonderful the world isn’t it,right?

Do you know it,Kani

At that time,I have planning to make a blog about BSD on facebook,especially focus on Gaiden,and many work to do too.At that time,I’m trying to learn Japanese,but it take a lot of time more than I thought,because of the different writing system,and I not confident about myself too.

And I want to quit,because it’s so hard and I’m starting to get bored,feeling and believing in myself that I can't do it too.

But,when I have received a response message from you,it makes me feel more confident that I can do it.

"You make me believe more in myself,my dear."

And thanks to you,I have finished 2 alphabet Hiragana and Katakana at the beginning of that time.

Now I have moved on to learning many lessons in Japanese textbooks too.

And I also make a little blog on facebook,and there are so many supporters who believe that I can do it.

I am truly grateful for your support.Thank you for believing,encouraging,mobilizing me to do the thing I never did before.Give me hope,motivation to learn language,edit manga,subtitle video and now learning about analysis characters too.

And I know it will be a long journey.But I've taken my first step on that.

"I wish that I could give you a few words of encouragement or advice from the beginning of your journey before creating a wonderful blog like this.But,I can't,and I am very sorry about that."

I am very grateful and appreciative so much that I think words can not express how happy and hopeful I am. It brought me to tears too,after I read it.

"Actually,when I've finished reading it.I honestly want to embrace you so much,and I feel so sorry about that.So,please receive one far from me.

And I'll treasure and memorize it forever in my memory and my heart too.I will never forget it."

And I want to share with you 3 things:The first,is one of Dazai's. Dazai's is very famous for his suicide song right?

There is a song by fanmade to celebrate his birthday.And it's a very good song.Please try it.

And yes,you must be 18 years old or over.Because of the title of the song is:”Suicide Song”.

But don’t worry about the title,the song is very meaningful for Dazai.

The link is here:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S-RaS6FYOSI

You can also watch it on facebook,the one I have subtitle and translate the lyrics in my language and upload it in my blog:

https://www.facebook.com/105321111782273/videos/4400959366686856/?__so__=channel_tab&__rv__=all_videos_card

The second is I have seen that someone has asked you about Gaiden manga before,the question is about some chapter of the plot of manga being lost.

Actually I've searched and looked for it before,but all I can find is the full version of Gaiden too.But it is in Russian.

You can read it in here:https://shakai.ru/manga-read/3053/1_6/1 The lost part is from 1_6 to 1_8,and it's free,of course.

The other source is Arabic but it’s not full yet:

https://manga.ae/1bun-gous-traydo-gsga-idenay-ats-ujiyuk-itovs-kyo-ugokun-atsuh-iko

And the last thing is I want to thank you for helping me. Let me translate your work.I very much appreciate your work and your help too.

You know,it is very helpful to me a lot.I know you have spent so much time learning language edit,and spend your treasure money to buy it too.I will treasure it forever.Thank you so much,my dear.

"I sure that not only me,but a lot of people out there,have been read and visited your blog a lot too.Thank you for make effort,spend time,and money to create a wonderful blog for BSD fandom.You're doing so great,so keep going,girl.

You're not only a kind person,who gives without receiving,humble but also a friendly,patient,open and sharing,eager to learn girl too.

I will remember you forever.Thank you for helping create a wonderful story and memorable in my life.

And please remember,that I will and always support you too.

Last but not least,I’m hoping all the blessings will come to you my dear."

P/s:Thank you for the wish,you have wish for me before.Thank you for spending your treasure time reading here.

Have a great day Fen

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Hi Fen!

First of all, thank you so much for reaching me out via discord. I am so sorry that I have kept you waiting for such a long time due to my clumsy Tumblr notification. I can't stress enough how much I appreciate your letter

Thank you so much Fen for the lovely letter! Thank you so much for spending your precious time to write such a heart-warming and encouraging letter to me. It really means a lot to me likewise. I’ve never thought of people really paying to the details of my work and appreciating my effort to such detailed level, so thank you and thank you! I can sincerely feel the emotion via the words. Allow me to send you a virtual hug to you here!!

I am very proud of you that you’re excelling in your path of learning Japanese! I am very honoured to have inspired you. Still, after all it’s all your effort, dedication and passion that has been devoted to learning a whole new language, so you also deserve a round of applause!! Please do take as much time as you want in pursuing this language. Passion and hardwork are what matters the most! I am very confident in you that you're going to do a brilliant job!

Also a huge thank you you so much for the resources given! You must have used many time for the research. You are very dedicated to Gaiden indeed, which is very rare in this community. I’m very delighted to see Gaiden-lovers being in the fandom! No worries about the translation thing, just do whatever you enjoy and take most the time you want!

Take care,

Kani

[seriallier]

Monstrosity #1_8 / 2012

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[yeayiec4life]

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By Aaron Bynum

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[the-headbop-wraith]

1_8 Edge

The van was moving when Vivi came to.  She didn’t feel the vibrations crackling through the undercarriage, so she decided they must have moved onto a smoother pavement, maybe closer to home.  Vivi wanted to laugh.  What was home these days?

Voices flutter back and forth, distant and beyond her reception as her brain worked to shrug off the fog of memories from the previous evening.  She felt annoyance at the recollection.

“S’you don’t like the sun?” That was Arthur’s voice.

“It’s tolerable,” another voice.  “But it’s hard to enjoy when you’ve lost your eyelids.”  The bite of that comment sent the conversation flat.  There was a short span of silence, then Vivi heard the unmistakable sounds of shuffling around in the cup holder.

“Would some sunglasses help?” Arthur asked, the pitch in his voice changing as he leaned over into the back of the van.  “These aren’t great, but I’ll get you some better ones later.”

Vivi felt her position shift and uncoiled a bit in response.  She turned her face up to the skull, magenta eyes brightening as they fell on her.  “Sorry.  Didn’t mean to wake you.”  Lewis leaned over to take the thick lensed glasses that Arthur held back.

“I was already awake,” Vivi mumbled.  She gave her eyelids a gentle rub before she raised her attention back to Lewis, who was inspecting the glasses he had been handed.  Vivi bit her lip and tried not to smile.

“What?” Arthur called, when he picked up on the tension.  Vivi covered her mouth.  No argument Lewis was at a disadvantage when it came to expressions as just a fleshless skull, but somehow he managed to express so much.

“Do you have a death wish, Arthur?” Lewis hissed.

Vivi lost it at the horrible squeak Arthur expelled.  “What’d I do this time?!!”

“Arthur,” Vivi chimed.  “Lewis has no ears.”

There was a brief pause as Arthur’s mind sort of clicked.  Sort of.  “Vivi,” he chirped, “you’re awake?  Oh wait….”

“It’s fine,” Lewis said.  He was sporting his pink fluff hairstyle that seemed solid, if it were made by his spiritual fire.  “I’ll figure something out.”  Lewis tried a few times, but failed to make the glasses stay on the edge of his nose.  He inevitably gave up and perched the sunglasses on the edge of one of the cuvees in the vans wall.

The vans occupants resumed their silent contemplative thoughts, as the vehicle rattled down the road.  Vivi began to wonder how long they’d been traveling, and when it was that they resumed.  The time at current must have been noon, warm sunlight soaked through the windshield and filled the interior of the vans back quarters.  There was no sign of Mystery, the pup was probably in the front seat with Arthur.

“Sleep well?” Lewis asked.

Vivi tilted her head back to meet the glimmering flames inside the eye sockets.  It took a moment for her mind to reset and sift through the events of the previous days, what she had learned and what she understood of her relationship with the late Lewis.  Sudden clarity struck her, and she felt afraid for some unexplained reason.  Beyond the haze of influence that area, that zone, had injected in her mind, she found her perception shifting.  It was an unpleasant sensation.

“Yeah, I did,” Vivi said.  “How close are we to the college?”

Arthur answered, leaning up slightly from his seat.  “About an hour, if I speed up,” he said.

Vivi nodded and thought carefully.  She refused to raise her eyes to Lewis face as he watched her.  “Lewis,” she says, “You said your home was gone?”  The skull hesitated, before it bobbed in a nod.  Vivi pondered more over this.  The night had seemed like a dream, she had thought it was a dream.  She knew now it wasn’t, Lewis was here.  Finally, she inquires, “Did we kidnap you?”

Lewis seemed to blank out at this.  Honestly, he had not considered the scenario critically enough, everything had happened too fast to consider (excuse the pun) being spirited away by former friends.  He judged the delicate process of restoring his ‘essence’ had drained too much of him, and that had rendered him unable to consider marginal focus when one was trying to draw back their core and sense of self.  This situation had occurred only rarely, maybe only twice in his new state of existence.  Lewis wasn’t mortified to admit it himself that each and every time the sensation did occur, it had terrified him.

Until now, he hadn’t considered that he was just abducted - by friends of course, but his reluctant company was not anticipated by them and it amused him.

“I think… you did?” Lewis answered.  Vivi slipped out of his arms, and he let her go.  She sat against the wall of the van close to him, her gaze raised over the rim of her magenta spectacles.

“Are you okay with that?” she asked.

Lewis stared at her, trying to understand if there was hidden meaning in her interrogation.  He could detect confusion in her aura, the hollowed pockets of her memories where once a Lewis existed.  He felt the regret roll through his own soul, until he smothered it out with hot pink sparks.  For Vivi, his expression did not shift in the slightest to indicate his inner woe.

“Yes,” Lewis said.  “I think I am.”  He glanced up and caught Arthur’s eyes peering at them, from within the rear view mirror.  Arthur ducked back the moment Lewis had raised his attention.

“We’ve been talking, Vi,” Arthur said.  “Just idle chit chat.  Catching up.”

“Oh,” Vivi said, and Lewis made another odd sound that echoed in her mind.  “A conversation segment I might not be able to follow along with?”

Arthur’s twinge was so palpable, Lewis decided Vivi must’ve felt it.  It was true he and Arthur had discussed some aspects of Vivi’s memory loss and some of their old adventures together, while she was still asleep.  Lewis had kept alert for the event Vivi may have spontaneously awoken, though he had used a small sliver of his power to keep her resting.

“Well, yeah,” Arthur admitted.  “But only because you elected to sleep in.  Otherwise, our conversation would have been the more appropriate… er, what do we do now?”

Lewis met Vivi’s stare when she turned back to him.  They remained locked like this for what felt like hours, the van rattled and groaned as it chugged up and down hills.  Vivi blinked fifteen times every few minutes; but Lewis didn’t blink, but the glow of his ethereal flames would dim and brighten.

Vivi’s eyes became unfocused, as if she’d forgotten what she was doing in the process of completing her task.  “Lewis?” she said, as if seeing Lewis as he was for the first time in their little adventure.  “You’re here.”  Lewis wanted to sigh with exasperation.  “No, I’m sorry,” Vivi quickly said.  She shook her head and closed her eyes.  “You’re here, with us.  But do you know why?”

“No,” he said.  Lewis reached up to tug at his sharp collar and adjusted the locket on his chest.  “I have no idea.”

“Stop fidgeting,” Vivi said.  She set her hands on his and guided his fists down to his knees.  “It’ll be all right.”

“All right?” Lewis hissed.  He chided himself, and adjusted the tone of his voice.  He wanted to stab out and blame Arthur for this, but he couldn’t.  “Nothing feels all right.”

“We’ll figure something out,” Vivi assured.  She withdrew her hands but kept her eyes on Lewis.  “Would you want us to return you to the place where we found you?  Arthur, did you—”

“I was not going back.”  Arthur cut in.  This time he made a point to snag Vivi’s gaze, when she caught Arthur’s eyes framed in the rear view mirror in the vans front windshield.  Arthur had his ‘I’m DONE with this’ face, the skin around his eyes seemed darker and his skin had gone gray  “And I did ask,” Arthur muttered, as his eyes darted back to the windshield and he adjusted their jagged movements on the road.  It was bad policy to drive with one arm, and it was borderline lunacy to take your eyes off that road.

Lewis reached a hand up to cradle his skull.  At the time he didn’t even care, he just wanted to stay with Vivi.  Maybe that had been a mistake, he had never left that place since…. He woke up there.  It was all he knew.  He was so confused.

That’s why none of it mattered now, none of it. Vivi placed a hand on his and leaned toward his face.  “It’s not the end of the world,” she said.

Lewis wanted to laugh.  He wanted to cry.  He wanted to burn a forest down, because his world was over.  Now, he didn’t know what he was doing.

The sun was rising higher in the sky, dragging its light away from the interior of the van.  Arthur made mention that they were getting into more traffic, as they moved from the back roads and returned to the populated highways.  Without a word Lewis retreated into the back of the van away from Vivi, eyes glowing from the dark sockets of his skull.  Vivi had watched his slow progress until he had reached the furthest corner, but didn’t question his movement.  Lewis had seemed agitated and may need time to adjust, and she theorized being torn from his own territory may have jarred Lewis in some way.

Vivi had her own theories and some testimonies from willing spirits, of those bound to specific areas regardless of their direct relationship to a zone.  Most cases regarding spirits noted that they were unaware of this law prior to entering the afterlife and those spirits could not attest for why they would remain in a place of evident emotional trauma.  Vivi’s concerns lay that Arthur had unwittingly uprooted Lewis and relocated him, without his consent.  This incident could hinder a spirit in a psychological sense, but Lewis should be aware of this danger.  But he was a spirit now, he couldn’t be aware of it in the same nature now as he was when he was alive, and now could be vague to those laws that spirits were compelled to obey.

Vivi’s head hurt.

“Do you remember The Frighteners?”  Arthur’s voice cut through the low and rising drag of the engine, as he guides them through traffic.

Lewis raised his head a bit from the top of his collar.  His skull had been idly swaying above the crisp white collar as if debating nesting in the neck of his suit.  “Frighteners?” Lewis echoed.  “Wha—”

“The Frighteners,” Arthur cut in.  “The movie.  Remember?  You and Vivi made me watch it.”  His voice trailed off, as Arthur recalled the unpleasant experience.  Or was it Arthur’s own realization that Vivi would not remember?  “Viv?”

“I remember,” she answered, with hesitance.  “That’s the sci-fi with Michael J. Fox, playing as a medium?  Or something.”

“That’s the one,” Arthur says.  “Frank has that Ghostbusting business, because he can communicate with the ghosts.”

Lewis made a sound that could have been a grumble, or a growl.  “If you’re going to suggest what I think—” Arthur cut him off again.

“No, no!” he pipes up.  “But maybe if we’re running dry on some leads, we could—” Arthur’s voice cut off into half shrieks, as he stuffed his shoulders down somewhere beneath the headrest of the seat.  There was honking as the van swerved between yelps of, “Sorry,” or “not serious!”  Apparently Arthur had taken a shift in the tension as Lewis’ preparation to retaliate, but Vivi had seen no movement from the brooding spirit as he swayed in his corner, his shoulders fading into the sides of the van due to the erratic movement.  Arthur’s anxiety could have just been on a steady rise and his attempt at friendly conversation to ease his unease had the opposite effect?  Whatever motives or rhyme, they were going to crash if Arthur didn’t get control over himself.  He seemed hopeless at this point.

Vivi threw herself to the front seat and took the wheel in both hands, struggling to get them straightened out on the road.  “Move over!”  She crawled over the seat as Arthur shuffled over, pushing Mystery on the middle seat aside with his transfer and dragging the broken prosthetic at his shoulder.  The van was still in cruise mode so Vivi didn’t need to stuff her foot to the accelerator, she just needed to make sure they wouldn’t slam into some idiot that decide to stop on the highway in front of a big, swerving van.  “You’re good!” she snapped.  “Take it easy!  Just chill and re’ax.”

Arthur curled up around Mystery in the passenger seat.  Once settled Arthur didn’t take his eyes off Vivi, face pale and eyes glassy.

“Holy shit,” Vivi sighed.  She shut her eyes to run a hand over her face.  Vivi wanted to probe further into the conversation Arthur and Lewis had exchanged while she was asleep.  The topic of what had happened in the cave at the forefront of her thoughts, she yearned to ask about it and what the two may have discussed over it while she was asleep.  But given the disturbed look Arthur now offered, she decided that the time had not come up.  Possibly, the topic was skirted over and avoided like a plague, which at this current time it was.  If Vivi knew her history, and she usually did, direct confrontation of the subject would benefit no one until it had lost some of its potency.  Or a potential vaccine was synthesized.

“Is it just Frighteners, or The Frighteners?” Vivi asked, hoping to slay the thick apprehension coating the air and walls.

“The Frighteners,” Arthur squeaked.

“Okay.”  Vivi reached an arm over and wrapped her hand around Arthur’s metal wrist, just under the little black band he wore.  He stared at her hand, eyes still vacant.  “Lewis,” she called.  Arthur gave her a distrustful glare, but Vivi ignored it.  “Later, can I take your picture?  We can all take a picture together.”  Mystery nudged her hand with his cold snout, before returning his chin to Arthur’s thigh.

From the back of the van, Lewis answered with a toneless, “No.”

“A personal photo,” Vivi went on.  Traffic on the highway was getting thicker and she needed to keep her eyes fixed to the road, as cars slowed or weaved around slower vehicles.  She saw the large green sign overhead that labeled off the roads, and the one highway she needed to exit off onto.  They were a town away from the college, ten miles.

“Maybe,” Lewis answered.  “Lemme give it some thought.”  His voice faded out.

“Would he even show up?” Arthur muttered.  He said this quietly, as if to keep Lewis from overhearing.  “Or… what?”

Vivi looked over briefly and shrugged.

It was twenty minutes of silence, before they hit the town where in which stood the university that at current funded the Mystery Skulls research.  It wasn’t as rooted in physicality as Harvard, or as esteemed as Princeton, but the school offered a lot of leniency and was an upgrade from the freelance work Vivi’s group undertook when they first started.

The university was up in its age, with new departments and renovations taking up some of the outdated sections.  Rent homes and small community housing was set up around the perimeter of the school, and the roads were small and demanded below fifteen mile an hour travel.  It took some time before Vivi found a descent parking space on a road, amongst parked vehicles from others students on campus.  Up under some fall driven leaves, splashed with golds and ambers that could match the textures of the van.  It was a nice cool, somewhat secluded, and peaceful spot to park.

“Is this good enough?” Vivi asked, as she peered up and out of the tilted windshield.  Arthur mumbled an affirmative, his good hand stroking Mystery’s ears.  “Cool.”  Vivi didn’t move immediately, but drummed her fingers on the steering wheel as the engine of the van hummed.  After some time she turned the key and took it from the ignition, and then spun around in her seat to peer into the back.

“Lewis?” Vivi said.  “Have you… been here before?”

“Depends,” he said.  He seemed to hover up to see through Vivi and the windshield behind her.  “Where are we?”

Arthur hastily gave the name of the university, and when the three of them, excluding Lewis, had begun research for them.  “They don’t ask a lot of us,” Arthur went on.  “Mostly, they pay all our gas.  They never knew about you.  Vivi?”  Arthur looked to the blue haired girl in the driver seat.

Vivi fumbled a bit, turning back to Lewis before she resumed.  “I don’t remember what it was like without you, Lew.  I just don’t.”  At a loss for what more to say, she asks, “So… well, did you want to come in with us?”

Lewis cocked one eye at her.  “Like this?”

Vivi shook her head.  “Can’t you make yourself look… like you did before?  Alive?”

To this, Lewis seemed disbelieving, or suspicious.  He tilts his skull the other way.  “What?”

Vivi sighed and held her hands up.  “I saw you in the mansion,” she says, gesturing, “when you banished the evil spirit – demon.  You looked human, but I don’t think all the way to who you were.  I don’t know.  But, you did look like flesh, and solid.  You didn’t know you could do that – or, that you did that then?”

An odd crackle came from Lewis, like a dry scoff.  “If I did, don’t you think I would use that ability now?”

“Well,” Vivi said, as she adjusted her hair band.   “Afterwards, you did sort of vanish.”  She shuddered at the memory.  “Never mind.  We won’t be gone long.”  She reached out of Lewis sight and when she leaned back up, it was with Mystery clasped in her hands.  Vivi set Mystery in the back.  “Mystery will keep you company.”

Lewis watched Mystery pad over to him and stop to sit before him.  The dog stared up at his skull, and Lewis glowered back.  Meanwhile, Vivi leaned over the seats back, nearly kicking Arthur in the face as she rummaged around for the laptop stashed under the passenger seat.

“Viv, please,” Arthur grumbled.  “You know, I still need to go by my place and get parts to repair my arm.”

“Later,” Vivi said.  She climbed over Arthur and out the passenger door.  “We need a check first.” After Arthur had flopped out, Vivi poked her head back in to check on Lewis one last time.  “You won’t go anywhere?  Right?”

Lewis looked over Mystery’s head to the concerned eyes locked on him.  “Blueberry, I promise you I won’t disappear.”  With these last reassuring words, or echoes, Vivi slammed the door shut.  From the walls Lewis could hear Arthur’s whining:

“I don’t think this’ll be worth much,” he said.

“It’s a great photo,” Vivi said.  “There was a ghost.  We have the docs typed up.  They can’t say no.”

“But if Lewis were to—”

Vivi’s sharp voice cut Arthur off, “He is not some attraction we can pawn off!”

Arthur pleaded back, their collective voices fading from range, “I don’t mean photos of Lewis.  If he just, spooked something.  Made Saint Elmo flames, it can’t hurt..”

Lewis would smirk if he could.  Arthur had always been excellent with debunking faux reports, or finding the intricate scientific explanations in a case in which the skittish home owners thought they were spooked but in truth, it was just a draft or some leaky pipes.  Complete waste of time, but Arthur always brought the logical explanation of a case to the forefront before too much time was wasted.

That was before.

And then, there was now.  Lewis tucked into the back of a van, thinking, as he reached a hand out to pet Mystery.  The dog, or whatever he was, raised his muzzle to press into Lewis’ palm.  “Do you remember me?” he asked, as he ran his hand down Mystery’s shoulders.  “Or did I make you forget too?  Or don’t you care?”  Mystery turned his head away from Lewis’ sleeve and looked the skull in the face, recognition and deep cognition buried in those red eyes.

Lewis had to avert his gaze.  It had been a mistake.  But at the time he didn’t know what else to do, what would be possible.  Ripped, confused, disorientated, he had felt himself adrift in thoughts and emotions.  Raw, in a sense.  What did it feel like to be raw?  What did that even mean?  Torn from your skin, a deep sense of loss and losing piece by piece, scattered on the cold drafts of that gloomy place.  He had reached out for one person, but her sense of concentration was as butchered as his sense of physical presence.  It was selfish, but Lewis… that was the first time he had ever felt pure, condensed terror.  It was then that Lewis realized the penitential truth of existence.  When you die, you still don’t know what happens after death.  It—

A sharp yelping and sharp pricks in his sleeve tore Lewis from his daze.  His fingers snapped open, though it didn’t hurt, he instantly sympathized with Mystery’s pain and released the scruff of his neck.  “I’m sorry!” he snapped.

Mystery unsnagged his teeth from the sleeve and jerked back, but didn’t flee or make further sounds.  Once he recovered, Mystery gave Lewis a curious frown before approaching again and sitting beside his knee.  The dog raised his dark paw to set it on Lewis’ thigh and tilt his snout a little higher to the spirits face.  Skull.

Lewis set his hand on the dogs paw and rested back, in what may have been a more comfortable position.  He heard Mystery whine, and the dog started pawing at his hand with his free paw.  Lewis decided he didn’t like the contact with his hand and removed it, but Mystery leaned over to snag his glove with his sharp canines.  Lewis narrowed his eye sockets, frowning as Mystery tugged at his hand.  It was obnoxious if it was anything.

“What?” Lewis said.  His eyes flicker as Mystery spun away and began nosing around the walls of the van, going between the left and right sides as if searching for something in the cuvees.  “What is it?”  Lewis glides over to the dog, but not before glancing out the windshield should anyone be outside and chance a glance into the van and the strange scene to be played out.  The road and sidewalks were empty, save for birds and a squirrel.  At ease by this notion, Lewis drifted to where Mystery was prodding beneath the driver seat.  “Yes?”

Mystery stuffed his front feet up with his upper body, tensed, then backed up.  With his teeth, the dog dragged out an old beaten up box that had been crushed and stuffed up under the seat.  Lewis eyed it, then the dog that now sat beside it, tail wagging.  Without a word Lewis worked at the crispy tape, the many layers of tape set over the boxes top, until it was open.  Mystery sneezed audibly from the dust to lift off from the box as Lewis brushed it off, and opened the box.

There was nothing inside the box save for some sheets of paper print outs, a few beaten and thin paged notebooks scratched up by layers of notes and pictures.  And a bag.  Lewis ignored the notepads and ignored the tug they demanded from his spiritual presence, he pushed the notepads away as he brought out the bag and set it beneath him on the thin carpet of the cluttered van.  He went through the pockets until he found a phone.

His phone.

Lewis settled down before the box and stared at the phone.  It was by now outdated, it had been for a long time scratched up with a crack in the screen.  That was from when Vivi dropped it, they were fighting over it.  He rubbed his thumb over the thin crackle of lines, not feeling, but sensing their presence.  Like the way he could sense people, or souls.  If he wasn’t focused, the world was colors and lights and darks, sounds were vibrations and smells were tendrils working through his vaporous and languid shape.  He felt more than he saw.  He was no longer a physical obstruction projected into the world, he was a collision of consciousness that existed between the worlds.

He set the phone aside, and set his hands upon the bag.  The grimy texture of too much use, not enough wash.  The fabric once stiff and course was now soft like paper, and folded over in his pseudo physical digits.  Lewis stared at the pristine polished bone of his knuckles, in contrast to the muggy bag that had been forgotten.

Or preserved.

His fingers found the snaps of the bag up under its flap.  Lewis undid them and flipped the flap open, and pulled the opening up and widened it so he could see in.  The soft flutter of his ethereal fire illuminated the foremost contents with a fuchsia tinge.  A lighter, tarnished.  A pair of pants.  Some glass bottle that once held chilled coffee.  Purple shoes.  A shirt with a rip in the sleeve.  A comb.  An cold wallet.  Some lost pictures he refused to look at.  A purple sash.

Lewis piled the contents of the box back inside and haphazardly closed it before shoving it back under the seat, more or less.  He leaned into the wall of the van and set himself to glower on a spot of the floor, clear of clutter.  He wanted to make the spot go away.  He wanted to take the spots place.  Somehow, he wanted to become that spot.  It didn’t make sense but he didn’t want to think about anything else.  Focus on what and where his current state was.

Mystery studied Lewis’ display carefully.  With a whine, Mystery went back to the driver seat and dragged the box out.  Lewis caught his actions and moved, to try and stop Mystery and shoo the dog away.  Lewis didn’t want to hurt or startle Mystery again, and Mystery knew this.  Which is why the dog did not relent, and refused to give in to Lewis’ reluctant efforts.  Mystery snapped the box out and plants his feet on the inner side, despite Lewis irritation and scolding.  Mystery nosed around until he found the pictures and sent a few tumbling to Lewis’ knees.  Lewis reached over to snatch them up, but Mystery shoved himself between the ghost’s hands and the pictures and plucked up one.

Lewis dithers as Mystery offers him the picture.  It’s beautiful.  A nighttime shot, the van in the background beside a large dark house, it’s a full moon and the cameras flash has gone off illuminating the entire area in yellow.  Much too close to the camera is Vivi, wearing her traditional scarf and sweater as blue as the sea.  Arthur in his white work shirt and amber vest has ducked behind a tall figure; his expression is shock, not expecting the picture to have been taken.  For a moment Lewis is dumfounded by the figure Arthur has chosen to hide behind, tall with broad shoulders and dressed in a purple vest—

A sharp spark ignites in Lewis’ soul.  That’s him!  How could he forget?  How does anyone forget what they look like?  In his locket, it’s in his locket… oh fuck.  Lewis set his hand over the heart pulsing on his chest.  When was the last time he looked at that picture?  How long?  He didn’t remember anymore.  He had forgotten so much, too much.  And he made Vivi forget along with him.

He gripped the picture in his fist, before he set his hand down.  Mystery whined, and growled, and whined.  Lewis looked to the dog as he continued making sounds both demanding and consoling.  Lewis set his hand on the dogs head, and then looked back to the picture.  “I know.  I know.”

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It had taken longer than Vivi had anticipated to get audience with their supervisor.  Mostly because their supervisor wasn’t in, and they had to schedule an appointment with the secretary for a time the following day.  A whole waste as far as Vivi was concerned.  Arthur couldn’t believe she could keep track of relevant and irrelevant information, the history to an area, and balance her check book; but constantly forgot when their supervisor’s office hours would be.  Vivi had asked him to shut up, politely so there would be no ill will for the next hour or so.  On their way back they had stopped to get a snack, get nourishment out of the way before checking up on Lewis and Mystery.  Mystery was not forgotten, and a bag of chicken meat would be his reward for keeping Lewis company.

Some apprehension did enter Vivi more than often as they waited in the nice furnished office.  But that was to be expected, and whenever she could Vivi would turn to Arthur and inquire, “We left Lewis in the van?”

To that, Arthur would go pale and gripping the metal arm set in its sling, he would nod.  And Vivi then satisfied, would nod as well.  “Good.  Then I’m not losing my mind.”

Arthur felt like he was losing his.  As Vivi had so eloquently put it before, they had abducted the ghost of their friend.  And nothing about it felt right.

They were at a powerwalk pace to reach the van, chewing through the last few yards to the parking spot.  Without thinking Vivi had gone to the back, intending to open up the doors and let Mystery out for a break and to have his food.  Arthur barely made a noise of warning when the doors were wrenched open, and Vivi froze up in realization to what she had done.  Though, no one was on the sidewalk or in the nearby area, the campus was almost deserted at the highlight of classes at that point in day.

Nonetheless, she was staring in shock at the face inside.  And Lewis gawked back, as if he had been caught smashing a kid’s piggybank.

Curious to the sudden stupor Vivi had collided with, Arthur had rounded the door of the van and looked into the darken interior.  “Hey.  Lewis.”  As those words were uttered, Arthur’s eyes slid back into their whites and he crashed over the bumper of the van before slumping onto the hard asphalt.

Vivi couldn’t bring herself to save the sudden weight now pooled at her ankles.  She dropped the greasy bag of chicken, and put her hands to her hair as she looked from Arthur to Lewis.  The Lewis she had yet to know, the Lewis she had seen briefly in the mansion, the Lewis snatched from her memories.  The Lewis that had terrified Arthur with a wave of memories fought to be forgotten, but instead their retribution sent him into a dead faint.  That Lewis.

“So,” Vivi choked.  She brought her eyes back to Lewis and swallowed.  “You figured out how to make yourself look alive?”

Lewis seemed to relax but his expression was odd.  “I… what?”

A few yaps came from the van’s back, as Mystery darted out to the bag forgotten on the road beside Arthur.  Arthur was deep out, maybe suffering a mild concussion from the blood dripping from his forehead.  Mystery lapped at the blood, before turning his snout to the bag and tearing into it.

Vivi didn’t interfere with the dog’s business; too engrossed with the befuddled Lewis huddled in the vans back.  Vivi climbed inside and without a word passed the spirit, or half ghost, to rummage through the front seat.  A bit conscious and still unaccustomed to the erratic comings and goings of close proximity with living beings, Lewis swayed back from Vivi as she fumbled around, before twisting back to him.  She held a glistening silver surface and shoved it into Lewis’ face.  “Here.”

Lewis fixed his dark… eyes on the reflection and lost himself in the pool of memories.  If he thought he had lost pieces of himself before, he was to receive a dreary reminder that he had given up far more than he could previously recall.  The question persisted as an echo in his thoughts.  When did I lose so much?

But it was all here now.  His combed hair style, just as he had envisioned it, maybe a little poofier.  His face, but his eyes….  Lewis reached a hand up to touch his face, but stopped and looked at his hand.  Still dark, still clad in polished bone.

Vivi noted his gaze, and gripped her fists on her skirt.  “Yeah, it’s just your face for now,” she said, with a soft undertone of optimism.  “But you didn’t realize you were doing it?”  Vivi wasn’t sure if Lewis had been listening, until he shook his head.  He shook his head, she noted, it did not swivel or sway.  It looked odd to her, but she was so far only familiar with the levitating skull.  It was endearing to see the face that had been torn from her dreams.  Vivi shut her eyes.  “Oh, Mystery!  Don’t eat the bag!”  Vivi spun away from Lewis and ducked out of the vans open back.

Lewis watched her go.  Even if he wanted to remember and absorbed the face he had lost, Vivi antics would always take priority.  He smirked, and almost felt it on his wispy lips.

“Arthur!” Vivi yelped.  “My god, your head!”

[decemberwind]

TOWARD THE AUTUMN 🌿🍁☔❄ (Ngày 1_8)

⛅ #NGÀY_1_8: CHENGDU

Nơi khởi đầu và cũng là kết thúc chuyến đi dài vừa qua của tụi mình. Trong dự tính mình không hề xác định sẽ dành nhiều thời gian khám phá Chengdu vì nghĩ nó chủ yếu là nơi trung chuyển giữa các điểm đến thôi. Nhưng rồi vẻ hiện đại pha chút cổ điển rất đặc trưng, khác với những thành phố sầm uất cũng đã phần nào hút hồn và khiến mình kịp biết nuối tiếc khi phải chia xa quá sớm.

Nếu có cơ hội trở lại Sichuan lần nữa, nhất định mình sẽ để tâm tìm hiểu Chengdu nhiều hơn, thưởng thức nhiều món ăn vặt đường phố hơn, thay vì chỉ kịp để đầu óc bận rộn với việc đi đâu về đâu giữa các ga tàu điện ngầm Metro, bến bus Xinnanmen và phố mua sắm Chunxi Road…

🚐 Di chuyển: 

Ở Chengdu khách du lịch như mình có 3 phương tiện di chuyển chủ yếu là tàu điện ngầm Metro, xe bus và…đôi chân chạy bằng cơm.

Tàu điện ngầm Metro có vẻ là phương tiện được người dân ở đây ưa chuộng nhất vì tránh tắc đường mà thật ra giá cũng không quá mắc (tầm 2 RMB cho 1 ga tàu khoảng cách 2km). Metro có thể thanh toán bằng tiền mặt và thẻ. Nhưng nếu dùng tiền mặt thì trong túi lúc nào cũng phải chuẩn bị sẵn chút tiền lẻ, và đôi khi vào thời điểm tan tầm lượng người quá đông mà xếp hàng mua vé thời gian cũng lâu ngang với tắc đường. Nên nếu bạn đinh lưu trú lâu ở Chengdu thì nên sắm cho mình một chiếc thẻ Metro và nạp tiền vào đó để đi dần. Chi phí làm thẻ là 35 RMB và nạp mệnh giá nhỏ nhất là 50 RMB. Dở nhất của thẻ Metro là buộc phải có sim nội địa và tài khoản Weibo để đăng ký (Bên này tài khoản Weibo chắc quý ngang với tài khoản ngân hàng quá). May mà hôm ấy tụi mình gặp được chú bảo vệ tốt bụng đã giúp mình làm thẻ (Một lần nữa, những người Trung Quốc mình gặp trên hành trình vừa rồi thật sự tốt bụng và hiếu khách hơn tưởng tượng ban đầu nhiều).

Thẻ Metro cũng dùng quẹt xe bus được, nên thi thoảng đổi gió và đường vắng thì đi bus ngắm cảnh cũng là một lựa chọn thú vị.

* Đồ ăn: 

Mình ăn uống chủ yếu ở Chunxi Road – đây là con phố mua sắm nổi tiếng của Chengdu, chắc ngang khu Bà Triệu của mình quá. Trong các trung tâm thương mại thì đồ ăn mắc hơn, còn mình thì thích lang thang dọc phố để vừa ăn vặt vừa tiện ngắm cảnh. Phổ biến đi đâu cũng gặp nhất ở Chengdu và cả Sichuan chắc là món miến dai, mì Dan Dan với thịt bò lợn băm nhuyễn, còn nếu đã ngán những món ăn cay nóng dầu mỡ đặc trưng của nơi đây thì có thể chuyển qua ăn đồ fast food như Dicos – một thương hiệu gà rán nội địa Trung Quốc cạnh tranh với KFC.

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