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"Historical Civilization Cohabitation", for lack of a better term, has always been an obsession of mine.

I don't mean fantasies where the cultures and realms are inspired by historical ones, like in Warhammer Fantasy. I mean a story where a strange (frequently artificial or supernatural) event forces different "great"™ civilizations that rarely or never interacted, as they were separated by great distances or stretches of time, to be stuck together in a new environment where they are neighbors, and the clashes that ensue.

An example of this is For Honor. After a Cataclysm in the 10th-11th centuries that drastically altered the planet's geography and destroyed countless civilizations, three nations consisting of knights, Vikings, and samurai arrived at a new land and compete for its resources by warring against each other, up until what would be present-day for us. It explicitly takes place on our Earth after a point-of-divergence, so these are actual European knights, Norse raiders, and Japanese samurai (who came west after Japan sunk). Although For Honor, being a live-service multiplayer game, has somewhat of an inconsistent lore subject to retcons that is more beholden to what will be interesting for the game than what makes sense. For example, it went from somewhat grounded to magic being real now. Other factions from historical culture have since arrived in the setting, some of which make some sense (a group from ancient China, Scottish highlanders, Arabian warriors, Aztec jaguar warriors who sailed east, Asian pirates similar to wokou and with firearms, etc.) and others that are just straight up impossible (apparently, both the Roman Empire and Ancient Egypt were still alive before the Cataclysm hit them). Another example of Historical Civilization Cohabitation is Horizon in the Middle of Nowhere, whose map I posted months ago. The gist is that a science fantasy posthuman civilization (basically elves, dragons, magic, etc. but with added scifi nonsense) recreates world history like a giant historical reenactment experiment, hoping that by retracing their steps they rediscover space/dimensional flight and return to the heavens/space (it is deliberately unclear if actual outer space or actual heaven is meant) they fell down from. They are stuck on the Japanese islands to do it, as the Earth had become mostly uninhabitable at this point, so the archipelago is treated like the "world" in miniature. It's a gonzo series, though it has a lot of, um, sus element in both the plot and the worldbuilding.

The tabletop role-playing game Banestorm is somewhat close to what I mean, but a bit of a different example. It's a setting in which Christians and Muslims from around the First Crusade were transported to a fantasy planet by a botched spell, and now in what would be our modern-day, humans are the dominant species over native elves, dwarves, and orcs as well as fellow transposed races such as hobbits and goblins, and many of these species have converted to either Christianity and Islam. It's really peculiar, but the civilizations there are mostly the medieval Christian and Islamic worlds. There is a land of pagan tribes and a realm created by transported Asian populations, but the pagan savage land is boring and nonsensical, while the Asian realm (named "Sahud") is has aged so poorly it's embarrassing.

But my fascination with this trope started with an old book from my childhood:

For some reason, world history has actually operated in successive cycles, with the same civilizations rising and falling again, in the same process, from the dinosaurs to mankind nuking itself while fighting its robots. While this was happening, the continents continued to drift until they rejoined once again into a super-continent, the Atoll of Zoombira. And the third time history repeated, the civilization found themselves next to each other.

It was not high literature, if you couldn't tell by the title and the goofy map. And not just that, but revisiting it showed really amateurish writing, especially compared to other YA books at the time.

But the setting, of multiple civilizations on a new Pangea separated by walls to stop a literal world war, always stayed stuck in my mind like mold, because of the basic concept but also because of the numerous things it didn't do. The original series never explain why history repeated 3 times, leave much of the history of the nations of Zoombira (just the worse names) blank save for specific plot relevant thing, nevermind the state of the place before they raised their walls. You would think this cyclic history would be something important or a cycle to break or something when it always ends with human extinction. And there is also a fair number of "great"™ civilizations present, but not others for some reason: why no ancient China? Persia? Arabs? Mongols? Incas? Sub-Saharan Africa? North America? And the mechanics of "Jurassium" are outright bizarre, like who built the walls keeping the dinosaurs in and why haven't some of the species spread across the continents instead? Jurassium also has cavemen cohabiting with dinosaurs, and the idea of Paleolithic or Neolithic humans living among dinosaurs is not explored at all. There is the "modern" world in the "contrée oubliée (forgotten country)" that is basically post-apocalyptic and radioactive, which raises even further questions like why didn't they curbstomp the others, why is it still radiated if it's a new cycle (did they nuke themselves again?), and where are the robots who war start the whole end of the world.

All this wasted potential has severely rotten my brain and hasn't left me, making me desire to see more of the same or similar concepts elsewhere as seen in the examples I mention above.

And Historical Civilization Cohabitation, while a cool concept to me, is rarely executed the way I would personally want it to.

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"India's Game-Changers: Unveiling the Success Stories of Visionary Entrepreneurs"

India, a country of immense diversity, rich culture, and vast potential, has seen a remarkable transformation in the past few decades. The rapid growth of its economy has been powered by a new generation of successful entrepreneurs in India who have redefined industries, disrupted markets, and contributed to the nation’s global standing. These visionaries have not only built profitable ventures but have also inspired millions by demonstrating that with determination, innovation, and hard work, success is within reach.

This blog explores the stories of some of these successful entrepreneurs in India, their challenges, their breakthroughs, and how they have shaped the Indian entrepreneurial landscape.

The Spirit of Indian Entrepreneurship

India's entrepreneurial spirit is not a new phenomenon. It has been rooted in the nation's history through family-owned businesses and traditional crafts passed down through generations. However, the modern wave of entrepreneurship in India is characterized by innovation, technology, and a willingness to take risks.

With the rise of internet connectivity, globalization, and access to venture capital, the Indian entrepreneurial ecosystem has grown by leaps and bounds. Today, successful entrepreneurs in India come from all walks of life—some have started from scratch with minimal resources, while others have leveraged their education and networks to launch disruptive startups.

The stories of these entrepreneurs are inspiring because they reflect a deep sense of perseverance and a relentless pursuit of excellence.

Iconic Successful Entrepreneurs in India

Let’s take a closer look at a few successful entrepreneurs in India who have carved their names into the business landscape and have become role models for aspiring entrepreneurs.

1. Ratan Tata – The Visionary Industrialist

Ratan Tata, the former chairman of Tata Sons, is often regarded as one of the most respected and successful business leaders in India. Under his leadership, the Tata Group expanded globally, acquiring brands like Jaguar Land Rover and Tetley Tea. Despite being born into one of India's most prominent industrial families, Ratan Tata's humility, ethical approach to business, and long-term vision have set him apart as a true entrepreneurial legend.

What makes Ratan Tata's story remarkable is his focus on innovation and the common good. His vision for the Tata Nano, the world's cheapest car, was aimed at making transportation affordable for millions of Indians. Though the project faced challenges, it showcased Tata’s commitment to using business as a force for societal impact.

2. Kiran Mazumdar-Shaw – The Pioneer of Biotech

Kiran Mazumdar-Shaw, the founder of Biocon, is a classic example of an entrepreneur who defied the odds to create a world-class biotech company. Trained as a brewmaster, Kiran faced numerous challenges in the early days of her business, from gender biases to limited funding.

Despite the roadblocks, Kiran's determination to build Biocon into a global biopharmaceutical company paid off. Today, Biocon is one of India’s leading biotech firms, offering affordable medication to patients worldwide. Kiran Mazumdar-Shaw’s story exemplifies the power of resilience, innovation, and breaking barriers in a male-dominated industry.

3. Byju Raveendran – Revolutionizing Education

Byju Raveendran, the founder of BYJU’S, has transformed the education sector in India by making learning more accessible and engaging. What started as a small coaching class for competitive exams has grown into one of the world's largest ed-tech companies.

Byju’s innovative approach to learning, leveraging technology to deliver personalized education to millions of students, has revolutionized the way children in India and beyond prepare for their academic futures. His success as an entrepreneur is rooted in his passion for education and his ability to recognize and seize opportunities in the digital age.

4. Falguni Nayar – The Beauty Mogul

Falguni Nayar, the founder of Nykaa, is a shining example of a late bloomer in the entrepreneurial world. After spending over two decades in investment banking, Nayar decided to venture into entrepreneurship at the age of 50.

Nykaa, an online beauty and wellness retailer, quickly became a household name in India, catering to the modern consumer's needs with its wide range of beauty products. Falguni's success story is a testament to the fact that it's never too late to pursue your entrepreneurial dreams and that experience in one field can often serve as the foundation for success in another.

5. Vijay Shekhar Sharma – The Digital Payment Pioneer

Vijay Shekhar Sharma, the founder of Paytm, revolutionized digital payments in India. From humble beginnings in a small town, Sharma's journey to becoming one of India's most successful entrepreneurs is inspiring.

When he launched Paytm, India was still primarily a cash-based economy. However, Vijay’s vision for a digital-first world, combined with the government's push for cashless transactions, positioned Paytm as a leader in the fintech space. Paytm's success illustrates how timing, vision, and an understanding of consumer needs can catapult an entrepreneur to success.

Common Traits of Successful Entrepreneurs in India

Though the stories of successful entrepreneurs in India vary greatly in terms of industry and background, there are a few common traits that unite them:

1. Resilience

Entrepreneurs face numerous challenges on their journey to success—whether it's securing funding, dealing with competition, or overcoming personal doubts. Resilience is what keeps them going when times get tough. Entrepreneurs like Kiran Mazumdar-Shaw and Vijay Shekhar Sharma exemplify the ability to bounce back from setbacks and continue pushing forward.

2. Innovation

Innovation is at the heart of entrepreneurship. Successful entrepreneurs are not just business owners; they are problem solvers who identify gaps in the market and develop solutions that meet the needs of consumers. Byju Raveendran and Ratan Tata are prime examples of entrepreneurs who leveraged innovation to disrupt traditional industries and create new value.

3. Vision

Successful entrepreneurs possess a clear vision for the future. They are not just focused on short-term gains but are committed to building sustainable businesses that have a lasting impact. Visionary leaders like Ratan Tata and Falguni Nayar are constantly looking ahead, ensuring that their businesses remain relevant in a rapidly changing world.

The Future of Entrepreneurship in India

India's entrepreneurial landscape continues to evolve, driven by advancements in technology, increased access to capital, and a growing culture of innovation. The country is home to a vibrant community of entrepreneurs who are creating businesses that address critical challenges, from healthcare and education to sustainability and financial inclusion.

The future of successful entrepreneurs in India looks promising, with more opportunities than ever before for those willing to take risks, think creatively, and persevere. As India’s startup ecosystem grows, we can expect to see more inspiring success stories that will continue to shape the nation’s economy and inspire future generations of entrepreneurs.

Conclusion

The stories of successful entrepreneurs in India reflect a unique blend of tradition, innovation, and resilience. These entrepreneurs are not just building businesses; they are changing the way India functions in the global marketplace. From Ratan Tata's industrial vision to Byju Raveendran's digital revolution, India's entrepreneurs are proving that success knows no boundaries.

For aspiring entrepreneurs, these stories offer valuable lessons—whether it's about the importance of perseverance, the power of innovation, or the need to remain adaptable in the face of change. The road to success may not be easy, but for those who are willing to pursue their dreams with passion and dedication, the rewards are limitless.

This blog highlights the inspiring journeys of some of India's most successful entrepreneurs, capturing the essence of their impact on the nation's economy and future. The title, "Trailblazers of India: Stories of Successful Entrepreneurs and Their Journey to Success," reflects the core message of the blog and resonates with the theme of achievement and innovation in India's entrepreneurial ecosystem.

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MTIJ | Ch.15 The Bus Isn’t a Place For High Heels

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pairing: levi ackerman x reader (eren jaeger x reader)

word count: 9.8k

summary: a girl with a variety of hidden complexes has to live with a french asshole for nine months. easy? on the surface. problematic? definitely. romantic? not too much, or at least they’d make it a point to say so everytime when asked. the end? please, their dynamic isn’t as simple as that.

Saturday. Most dictionaries would tell you it was a weekend, the day on which God was done creating the world and decided enough was enough before resting for all of Sunday. But as a high-class member of society and a person living in the 21st century, I had the privilege to work five days and rest for the remaining two until the circle spun back to its beginning. In this case, Saturday was humanity’s holy grail and I personally wished for it to be untainted, free and for my use only, every week of every month of every year, till the day I died. For the past 173 weeks, I’d gotten exactly what I’d wanted, but obviously not today. Because it was Saturday and it kept getting worse, awkward mishaps piling up like the forgotten homework on Eren’s desk.

It would be useless of me to recount what the mishaps were but I was interested in the number so far, thus why we begin with the fact I had to come into school to make up for my future spring vacation. Then the fact I had P.E., which enabled Hitch to come onto me like an angry mix between a rhino and a hyena. Third mishap was probably my short fuse and the fact I’d kicked a fucking bench to cool off, which, by the way, I wouldn’t recommend to any individual with dignity who didn’t want to have a giant purplish bruise on their leg. Hitting the air was a way more harmless, exhausting and safe option. Onto mishap number four, which pictured the intern coming along in the Jaguar and telling me about the restaurant we had to go to. Counting the dozen small things during our lunch would be useless so I could directly skip to the kiss we’d had to perform at the end, followed closely by the fact we were dumb as fuck and had given away the Jaguar, along with all my belongings.

A close seven was the humiliation at the book store and maybe eight was the new magic number because I greatly hoped for public transport to be my last unfortunate situation at the top of the pile. My uncle and aunt probably thought my fiancé and I were having the time of our lives, walking around the square and giggling to ourselves on our lovey-dovey fairytale-like date but reality was a bit different than that. After we’d called our truce, we sat at the bus stop and I was quick to think up a game to drown the uncomfortable silence with, so I challenged the ebony-haired intern to bet on what colour cars would pass us. The rules were simple. When the street was empty, we bet on colours without specifying the particular shades and waited to see who would win when a car rolled by. Our scores didn’t make the official board in my head because, frankly, we played for twenty minutes and I didn’t really want the numbers to spike because of a simple betting game based on luck. Or, well, in my case knowledge.

Because I won, of course. I wouldn’t call it cheating but it was an advantage I refrained from boasting about, because I’d played this game a lot with Eren and Annie, and the blonde had beat me only once. The secret to success? Why, I was a person who did a lot to entertain themselves. Also, somebody who drove their own car for two years now. What conclusion stemmed from that? Well, that I knew very well what types of cars the city had and which colours were popular. Annie and Eren hadn’t picked up on that after almost a decade of playing and I doubted my father’s intern – however smart or intelligent otherwise – would get the gist of it on the first try. True to my prediction, he didn’t. And technically he caught up with the fact I named mostly dark colours but it was his own fault for being somewhat of a gentleman and not opposing me when I claimed the spot of choosing first. Eight out of ten times, I got it right and his glare only made me laugh. Thus, over fifty cars later, the scoreboard in my head looked like this:

Asshole: 3 Me: 5 Out of a Total: 8

It felt good to be a winner. The feeling didn’t last long once we got on the bus. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say all eyes were on us and with good reason – our betting game had made me forget for a little while that we still looked like a mafia couple heading to a lavish banquet. All we were missing was the gun strapped under Levi’s shirt and the knife tucked into my stockings, you know, right by the slutty slit, where it would be easy for me to reach and grab it. We paid for our tickets and there were no free seats so maybe that was the number eight mishap that led to a rather painful ride. Painful both emotionally and physically, seeing as we had to smush ourselves into the crowd with nothing to hold onto. 

"Don't fucking push me." I growled in displeasure at Levi, whose elbow was by now digging halfway past my ribcage and poking my poor liver. The intern was reluctant to move away but just as he made an attempt, the woman pressed flushed into his side decided it would be the perfect time to sway, push at him and thus make his elbow jab into my ribcage with doubled intensity. "Ouch!" I yelped spitefully, trying to take a step to the side and accidentally bumping my back into the chest of the man standing next to me. In comparison to him, I looked like a baby mouse next to a rat on steroids. Wasn’t too proud of that. He casually glared at me before pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose and stiffly tightening his grip on his suitcase. I cringed internally and looked at the raven with a scowl, making him click his tongue.

"If you haven’t noticed, princess, I don’t control everybody on this bus. We’re in the same boat.” The bus came to a halt right after he’d finished talking, which almost made my ankles tie. I wobbled and tried to hold onto my balance whilst spitefully asking how many of this “everybody” was in tall heels? He rolled his eyes and held onto the side railing that unfortunately wasn’t accessible to me. The man behind me was holding the one over my head and, even with my four-inch advantage, I was still incapable of reaching it properly. I clutched the books closer to my chest and followed the bus’s motion as the doors closed and it drove off. "Excluding your highness you mean?" The intern’s retort made me glare as I attempted to grasp the handrail above my head. Futile and humiliating was what that looked like. 

The people surrounding us, thankfully, seemed indulged enough in their own misery not to laugh at me. Besides the cold businessman behind me and Mr Professional-French-Asshole next to me, I was also surrounded by a trio of kids from the front (every time they snickered, I couldn’t help being conceited and think they did so because of me) and a pair of women on my other side – a middle-aged woman with a lot of Walmart bags and a plump young girl boredly scrolling through her phone. If I had to pick, the biggest annoyance of all those was the intern. Mind you, he was the only one out of the bunch I was acquainted with and that was the exact reason asking him for help was immensely humiliating. Not to mention he’d probably much rather push me over than aid me. 

"Grab on." Patronising and cold, and I glanced at him as he gestured towards his free hand. He was an inch shorter than me right now, I was staring at him in complete bafflement and when the bus took a sharp turn I almost knocked the girl’s phone out of her hands in my attempt to stay upright. Her reproachful glare made me cringe shamefully as I glanced at the intern’s awaiting expression and frowned prior to wrapping slinging my arm round his. Acceptable in terms of stability but not so much for our image, seeing as everybody probably thought we were a couple and this wasn’t helping me correct their assumption. Then again, pride above all. That meant I’d let them assume and prevent them from laughing at me if I refused and happened to fall over. “How much time left?” The raven’s question made me hum as the bus stopped at a red light and I had to tighten my hold on his arm.

"Twenty minutes without traffic." I was staring at the doors ahead when the kids in front of us snickered and made my eyes narrow as a random memory floated to the surface of my mind. Elementary school for me was hard because being rich and having parents on the brink of divorce made me exactly the spoiled princess the intern thought I was. My only friend had been Annie and everybody else, well, had been my enemy. Bullying was a regular occurrence, almost entirely the norm.

One day, I got into a fight and my father was called to the principal’s office. In typical Raven fashion, he sassed him, walked out with my hand in his and approached the kid I’d hit and his father in the hallway. Before the other man could say anything, my father requested an apology from the kid. Mumbled, yes, but there. Then, at the other father’s snide expression, Rolland Raven said something (“If I hear my daughter’s been bullied again, I’ll be forced to act accordingly. Your kid’s one strike in and if we get to the third, your only mistake will be that you didn’t take me seriously.”) that would’ve put Liam Neeson’s performance to shame. We walked out of the building and I never once heard him berate me for using violence but he did note a proper Raven’s job would be to take everybody down using nothing but their words. The following day, the kid’s father personally came up to me and gave me an apology basket to bring home. This was one of many examples my father gave me throughout the years as to accidentally prove that he was somebody whose approach to most situations was an approach I wanted to one day have as well. 

"Entertain me." The bored command made me snap back to reality, where the intern was looking at me expectantly. I snorted at his tactlessness and sarcastically asked if he expected of me to dress in a drag and do the hula, to which he cocked a thin brow. My face paled in mild panic because he couldn’t have possibly recognised the source. But he did have a little sister. But he surely didn’t know--- “Did you just quote The Lion King?” And he just had to prove me wrong because he obviously recognised it. Yes, not like Disney movies were only for little kids. The movie marathons Annie and I had monthly were a perfect example. This, however, wasn’t something I planned on letting him know, hence why I immediately denied. "Isn't the word you're searching for “yes”?" His voice was cold but his eyes were as if laughing. 

"No, the word I'm searching for I can't say because there are preschool toys present." My arrogant statement was accompanied by a glare, to which he clicked his tongue and looked at me with something akin to condescension. Either that or I’d villainized him to such a point he possessed only three types of looks – a lost one, a spiteful one and a condescending one. He casually noted I hadn’t been too sneaky with the Toy Story one and the middle-aged woman behind me pushed past my body in her attempt to reach the bus doors. I stumbled forth, almost dropped my books and felt his arm let go of mine to instead wrap around my waist and pull me against him. My hopes of this being a normal spite-filled bus ride with no physical contact resembling intimacy hit rock bottom and stayed there to weep in their hopelessness. “I’m surprised you even noticed the first one.” The driver hit the breaks, his hold tightened, the doors opened, the kids snickered and I couldn’t stare at my feet because I’d be headbutting the intern. 

"For your information, I think I’m just as knowledgable as you, if not more.” I gaped at him in offence but his face was like an impenetrable fortress, except there was this little open window on the second floor and past it – the glimmering blue specks challenging me to doubt his cold self-assuredness. Almost like he wanted me to argue with him. And I took the bait immediately because my ancestors would be very disappointed in my Raven ways if I missed an opportunity to prove my intelligence or, in this case, dedication to memorising Disney movie scripts. “Go ahead, princess. Floor’s yours.” My eyes narrowed at the flat taunt and we stepped back when a few more people got off at the stop. The intern’s back was pressed against the window and the group of kids was stalking us, too drawn to eavesdropping on our childish topic to resume discussing theirs.

"South America. It's like America, but south." I blurted out the first quote that came to mind and the raven’s frown stayed put as he returned it was from Up. Almost like it had been too easy. “Your turn.” I waited for him after clearing my throat and making him realise he was still holding onto my waist. His grip disappeared and I begrudgingly slung my arm round his again. We were standing shoulder to shoulder when he spoke ("Geez, I used to take lunch money from guys like this.") and I didn’t even need to hear the accent that went along with his words to know immediately which the movie was. I’d binged it with Eren two weeks ago, after all. “Too easy. Atlantis The Lost Empire.” I was smirking, proud and confident and very very sure my knowledge surpassed his. We were staring at the doors, he looked like a scary sculpture and I looked like a Mathematician solving a hard equation in my quest to browse my memory for something that would stump him completely. So I chose a classic. “It looks awful.” Vague as fuck. Perfect. This would surely secure my victory. Or so I thought.

“That’s because it’s on you, dear.” His indifferent voice didn’t suit the line but he quoted it word for word. This was war. And despite the fact I should’ve felt threatened or frustrated with the fact he was putting up a fight, I was just a bit giddy because he was proving to be a worthy opponent. Almost like we could go a few minutes without fighting or being passive-aggressive to each other. I hummed and bit back a smile whilst commenting that he wasn’t too bad, to which he only huffed. “Not so bad yourself, princess.” The praise was unneeded but, for the first time, I didn’t feel like he was being condescending. Or maybe he was and the game had riled me up to the point of forgetting I hated him. "Tell us where the talking llama is and we'll burn your house to the ground." Came his next quote, to which I bit back a snicker.

"Uh, don't you mean “or”?" Suppressing laughter, enforcing my acting lessons and quoting back all at once was a strenuous job that, upon a closer look, seemed to entertain our young group of stalkers rather efficiently. Then he kept the script going with a blank expression and a flat voice ("Tell us where the talking llama is or we'll burn your house to the ground.") and I watched our reflections in the bus doors when a traffic light stopped us next to a dark office building. Then I decided to bring things to a whole new level by using the impressions I’d done in my prepubescent period to win over my boyfriend’s heart. "Well, which is it? That seems like a pretty crucial conjunction." I faked a high-pitched sassy tone and caught the raven twitch at my side. My eyes were on the reflection and I swore my breath hitched in my throat when I saw the corner of his straight lips curl upwards. He huffed, I blinked and it was gone. Must’ve been my imagination. I kept blinking in stupefaction when the bus drove off and made me tumble. We would’ve clashed if one of the kids in front of me hadn’t lost its balance. I reached to grab its shoulder and realised a bit too late I’d let go of the intern completely.

I would’ve fallen atop the children if the ebony-haired male’s hand hadn’t caught me before that. I stared at him awkwardly, the books were pressed between our bodies and when the bus’s speed normalised, the kids were giggling at our pair. The gentle pressure on top of my lips was suddenly back. His cologne was strong, my hatred should’ve been stronger but the mean voice in my head ended on top. What do we have here? Bad thoughts? You know, I wouldn’t blame you if you fell in love. Since you already fell and all. We have just one more step to get through. I refused to shake my head and appear like a complete lunatic. The blue specks were blurry but bright and then his fingers began withdrawing.

"It would seem that you've fallen for me, princess." His touch almost seemed to linger but that might’ve been my imagination playing tricks on me again, like it had with the reflection. I was just a bit red, just a bit mesmerised, just a bit angry with myself and surprisingly not with him, just a bit aware of the fact he went out of his way to embarrass me, if only for the simple joy of listening to the kids laugh at my constipated expression as I stepped away from his touch, fixed my dress and jabbed my shoulder into his with my back pressed flat against the window. I hated my high heels and I knew the perfect thing to say that would serve two purposes – a little bit of mockery and a whole lot of spinning the topic back round whence it’d been a tad more peaceful, if certain peace was something that could even be achieved when it came to us.

"Well, you know how men are. They think “no” means “yes” and “get lost” means “take me, I'm yours”." Not to be cliché but strong females in kids’ movies did something to my sexuality. That, added to my family’s influence, probably made me who I was right now. A morally grey female on the path to independence whose Prince Charming occasionally depended on her a bit more than she did on him. Maybe if I hadn’t found true love early on, I would’ve wallowed in my misery contrary to embracing the teachings of single life and its supposed advantages. Either way, this would, for sure, settle the score in my head.

"You're the most amazing person with weak ankles I've ever met." The intern’s cold retort made me glance at him. I was glaring because he’d been quick to catch on to the source of the quote but his expression left me in the dust because the blue specks amongst the grey were like an endless galaxy and they were saying (“Count us, (Y/N), count us, and even if you glare at us, we don’t mind because we mean it.”) something that made my shoulders go rigid. Hercules and Meg had been a duo I’d fancied as a little girl. The girl with the dark past working as a double agent and the naïve hero with heart of gold falling for her schemes and, subsequently, for her. This before me wasn’t Hercules – in spite of that, I almost felt like Meg for a split second because I’d enjoyed myself but that wasn’t right even with our established truce and now it was time to go back to my schemes. The businessman with the suitcase was looking at us and the girl’s eyes spared themselves a second away from her phone’s screen in order to throw a suggestive glance at our duo. Embarrassment clawed its way to the tips of my fingers and I clutched the books closer to my chest, absentmindedly twirling the silver ring on my left hand to distract myself.

We kept tossing quotes at each other for the remainder of the ride. I was sad to announce nobody won for a lack of rules that would dictate a victory contrary to a loss. Three more falls occurred. Two more tripping accidents. And exactly one scenario where the intern was the one to lose his footing due to being pushed by the band of cruel kids in front of us. The most details I would share (in order to keep some of my privacy and some of my sanity) were that my left boob was collateral damage, I was glaring and saw, for the first time, the impenetrable fortress buckle in mortification at the prospect of accidentally having touched me inappropriately. He was red, the colour didn’t suit him and the mental scoreboard in my head didn’t budge but giving him a taste of his own medicine was sweet and I did laugh loudly enough for the whole bus to cease their activities and spare us a glance. They wrote us off as a lovesick couple and proceeded whatever it was they were doing but it almost felt weird to realise that one last day of perseverance parted us from acting like complete strangers around the house. Maybe I was happy about that. Maybe the mean voice in my head begged to differ. Either way, on our way out of the bus, the intern’s elbow chose the perfect moment to stab my abdomen and make me grunt as I stumbled out in my high heels.

“Oh, look at that, I’ve been impaled.” It was laced with spite and pain, and I was pacing towards the front door but the key-bearer wasn’t trying to catch up and maybe my ears were lying to me but I could swear I heard stifled chuckling behind my back while awaitingly glaring at the door. It haunted me for the remainder of the day but I chose to pin in on incoming delirium, early stages of old age, bad hearing and whatever else I could think of. I refused to admit I’d made the cold statue laugh, even if it had been for a mere five seconds. I refused to admit also that whatever the name of the sound, it had made my heart act weird for a bit. Just a bit. Just a skip. Nothing of importance.

It was safe to say the first thing I did when I got home was snatch the Jaguar keys from the counter and go grab my stuff from the car in the garage. Then I spent the rest of the day in my room, till it was time for me to go downstairs and have dinner with my family. My mother had made a mainly vegetable dish, I barely ate and my uncle and aunt didn’t mention at all the lunch we’d had – my parents mentioned nothing of it either. Obviously, this was going to be a peaceful dinner. I called Eren and paced around the backyard after it was done, the intern was in my father’s office working on papers for next week and suddenly it was 10 p.m. – the perfect time for me to change into my pyjamas and go to sleep. Exactly one highlight was the fact the intern walked in right as I was putting on my bottoms, so I tripped in them while hissing at him to close the goddamn door, which got slammed with the speed of sound. 

I called him in with a growl after I’d calmed the angry cherry shade of my face, he quietly settled into his sleeping bag for the last time and I turned my back to him, tightly shut eyes and pursed lips till I drifted off, which was exceptionally hard because the guy I hated, who I’d kissed earlier today was on the floor. Maybe a good comedian could twist this situation into a good skit about how a pair of spiteful strangers forced into a fake engagement were the mirror image of a pair of spouses after twenty years of actual marriage. Buckle your belts, kids, the future doesn’t look that different from bitterly scrunching your nose at the breathing pattern of the person getting cramps on the polished parquet next to your bed. It was about eight hours later when my subconscience told me it was time to wakey-wakey.

That was done, of course, in the gentlest ways possible. By making me turn like a human fidget spinner, tangle in my sheets and gracelessly tumble from the bed. There was a pained grunt, sharp pain in my foot and chest and my eyes were supposed to be open but my vision was heavily impaired. For a second I got scared I’d gone blind because, well, karma. Maybe for cheating on my boyfriend. But no, one second was needed for the situation to clear in my head, mostly because the pained grunt hadn’t come from me. I pushed myself up, blinking rapidly and trying to chase the drowsiness from my features as the intern’s disgruntled expression stood inches away from me. 

"What the fucking hell?" The mumbled question made my vocal cords pause because this was such a typical representation of a man’s morning voice it struck me as weird the intern even had it in himself to hit a deeper octave than he usually did. He blinked at me twice but his lids soon fell and he threw an arm over them to block the sunlight coming in from the window. I felt a yawn going up my throat, let it out in a very unladylike manner and proceeded to excuse myself for almost brutally murdering us both in the early hours of a Sunday.

"I had a nightmare." Not a lie. Fragments of it were still doing circles in my head. Eren and a horde of pigs were chasing me and I thought I fell off a cliff and they followed at the end but I couldn’t be sure. Would make a good script for a comedy-horror but that wasn’t the point here. My eyes went back to closing and the shock factor of the nightmare and the tumble weren’t affecting me at all – in that moment I knew exactly two things: it was blasphemy not to sleep in on a Sunday and the body in the sleeping bag under me was like a furnace whispering casting spells on my easily tempted mind. Then it occurred to me the body didn’t belong to my boyfriend, thus it would be a blasphemy to let myself be affected by the spells.

"And you had to drop on top of me of all things?" I glanced at the clock and ignored his question and yes, my mind acknowledged I couldn’t drop, play dead and go back to sleep on top of him (tempting as that might’ve been) but that didn’t mean the little amount of conscience I had in me had spread enough to control my limbs. It was seven a.m. and this was my thirteenth reason, if you know what I meant. I sat up with a mumbled apology and groaned at the sudden headache attempting to split my skull into two perfect halves. I just barely muttered under my breath that my head hurt, knowing the raven would either ignore me or briefly lecture me on how hatred resulted in stress. "I'll give you a pill later." His morning voice made me blink at him as if he’d just told me he’d kiss it better. The impossibility of ignoring the allure of his tone, paired with the fact he was offering help, resulted in me frantically looking around the room to check if we had an audience. Because he wasn’t kind and considerate when it wasn’t for the sake of the play. Must’ve dropped his asshole persona because he was too sleepy, I concluded. Still, it was alarming.

"Are you alright?" Suitable inquiry, if you asked me. The live epitome of the word “cold as fuck bad boy asshole who don’t smile for nobody” was telling me he’d give me a pill for my headache in a voice completely devoid of sarcasm. It was natural I would immediately assume something was wrong with him. Maybe, biologically impossible, but maybe the one glass of wine he’d drunk yesterday had a drug with a timer in it. Or he was sick and about to die and being kind was on his bucket list. Or somebody had kidnapped, brainwashed and returned him while I slept. Possibilities were raining in my head, almost to the point of considering the scenario of having to drive him to the ER because he had a brain tumour. Then he gave a weak snort and turned his back to me.

“Of course, I’m fine, Petra. You’re the one I’m worried about.” Soft mumble with just a pinch of mockery in it but otherwise – the single most gentle tone of voice he’d used in my presence. My eyes widened and I blinked at his back like an owl – something was wrong here, after all. This was disturbing. Was he still dreaming? And who the fuck was Petra?

Must care about her if he goes as far as to openly say he worries. My mind woke up bit by bit the more it analysed the puzzle pieces on the table. Sure, some were stuffed under the bed and others were probably playing hide and seek in the backyard, but the ones I had right now were enough for me to overthink for a while. Under normal circumstances, I’d use this for blackmail in case he decided to be annoying or I’d push more to test how long of a conversation he could lead with me in English whilst calling the name Petra. Sure, but the fall probably deactivated my sadistic switch because I did neither. His hair looks soft. Which reminds me, he’s probably stealing from my conditioner. I hummed suspiciously at his head and was barely reaching forward when my logic gripped the reigns. Hold your horses, girlie. You hate this guy around the clock, okay? No breaks at 7 o’clock were mentioned in the written agreement. Yes, they weren’t, I nodded along while withdrawing my hand and slowly rising to my feet to approach the balcony door.

Total babe from head to toe in my unicorn pyjamas, I knew. I opened the balcony with a quiet sigh and listened to George’s snoring echo in the quiet morning and it occurred to me I was batshit crazy for getting up at 7 a.m. on a weekend without being held at gunpoint to make it happen. The fresh air made a chill run down my spine, then I breathed in deeply and decided that I’d be a productive person today – which just meant getting up early and having a peaceful lonely morning downstairs all by myself. Every new parent’s dream, far as I could guess. So I let my grandma-like mental age show, I went back to the intern, who, in his sleep, had pushed his sleeping bag away, and my hands quietly put it back over him. Genuinely hoped he wouldn’t wake up because this would be hard to play off as something done out of spite.

"I'll go make coffee. Want one?" Futile to ask him, I knew. But I had to act like a good fiancé and, well, we’d called a truce yesterday so it would do no harm to bribe him into staying out of my life. There was a moment of silence and I was about to head to the door when his murmur ("... Earl Grey. Thank you.") made my mouth gape in shock. A thank you? Seriously? He was trying to creep me out or something. Still, I nodded along even though he’d probably gone back to sleep. "Sure." I took my leave right after, cautiously closing the door behind myself and immediately heading to the bathroom to wash my face. The cold water made my droopy eyes open a bit more, I got goosebumps and my mind was put in race mode as looked at myself in the mirror. The name Petra couldn’t stop repeating in my head, to the point I turned a blind eye to the fact I looked horrifying.

Not inherently French, maybe. Could be a friend or a relative. I dried my hands and face with a towel, combing my hair when my hand halted. Girlfriend? Possible. I exited the bathroom and headed down the stairs, gazing at the fridge with stale longing. The vegetables yesterday would surely make me act up today. Maybe she dumped him and he’s still in love. I went through the process of turning on the coffee machine mechanically – pouring water, waiting for it to heat up, fixing the adjustments, putting the ground coffee and setting a cup in place. He can be gentle. Always cold subtle insults for me but this was a level of care I never expected. She must be a whole angel with wings to bring out so much kindness in him. Didn’t swear once. The beeping told me my coffee was done. I took it, poured milk, mixed in sugar and sat at the counter. Yeah, 100% his girlfriend. I put my chin in my palm and propped my elbow on top of the cold marble, absentmindedly stirring my coffee. 

The sun rays were slithering across the floor of the living room through the glass door to the backyard and the air seemed to have a gold tint. Green grass, empty pool, rose bushes. I remembered how I’d helped my mother plant them years ago. Empress Joséphine was first with her lively pink petals that sometimes had the ability to help me calm down if I stared at them long enough when I was annoyed. We’d planted the Ispahan rose second because my mother adored preaching that it had a long blooming season even though it came once a year. I’d caught her on multiple occasions when she sat in the backyard and drew the flowers. Last but not least, my favourite bush since I’d been young – Harrison’s Yellow. The colour drew me to it initially – at a specific angle, the yellow petals turned golden. The bushes formed a half-circle surrounding the pool we’d left to its own devices around the time I was ten. My father didn’t want to clean it and my mother was sceptic when it came to basically filling it with money.

A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips. During moments like these, when I was all alone in the kitchen, gazing at the backyard, I felt warm nostalgia settle in the crevice of my chest. The beautiful scenery made me think I was all alone in the world with a small corner of paradise staring at me. The graveyard silence of the house contrasted the chirping of birds on the other side of the door and I was the little kid who’d snuck down the stairs in the early morning with the intention to make breakfast for her parents. My life was good and peaceful, mostly a comedy, sometimes a tragedy, sometimes romance – this was one of the moments that made it feel like the frame had frozen at the perfect time. The camera would keep rolling at some point and the peaceful scenery would fill with the comical approach of my sleepy family and their pretentious taste when it came to morning drinks. And even though I hated silence, I was just trying to enjoy it right now, before the frozen frame moved.

It was ten minutes later when I took a sip from my coffee with my eyes tracing the dust particles in the golden air that my ears caught the sound of an opening door, closely followed by the soft padding of bare feet over the parquet floor. My lids fluttered and my hues lazily climbed the stairs prior to settling on the figure at their top. I greeted my uncle with a small smile as he sat across from me at the counter, rubbing at his eyes and running a hand through his hair. I quickly got up with the intention to help him awaken better by making him a cup of coffee.

“Morning, cupcake. You’re up early.” I returned I could say the same to him, then he snorted. “Exceptions have to be made once in a while. Also, your aunt elbowed me out of the bed.” He sighed and I chuckled from my spot next to the coffee machine. I was staring at the glistening ring on my finger when the beeping of the machine sounded in the quiet kitchen. I served his black coffee with a smile, then he gave a satisfied nod. “Thanks, cupcake.” I took my place across from him and wrapped my fingers round my cup, eyeing the look on his youthful features. Jared Raven was forty, looked like he was thirty and acted like he was twenty. The only things about him that matched his actual age were the silver stings interlocking with his dark locks here and there and the small laughter-induced wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. Also his weakening stamina and regular sleeping schedule. He’d become a father at twenty-two, winning a bet against my father, who’d been welcomed into fatherhood by my highness four months later. Doubted my father was proud of himself for losing that one.

"You know, (Y/N), I love your father." Speak of the devil. Uncle Jared’s words were slow and cautious, almost like saying the wrong thing would make a mess. “You know we began competing when we were young. Your grandpa had a fetish for being disappointed in both of us so we decided to settle the score of who comes out on top on our own. At first, I did it to win, because I love winning.” The emphasis made me chuckle. “But I love my brother more. Pride is an inherent Raven trait but his was special. As a kid, I liked angering him, but time changed that. I ran slower to the store when I was twelve and gave him his first victory. After that, he won every time we ran there. Next, I got lower grades. I became quieter, had fewer friends, asked Petunia to marry me only after Rol and Arie set their date for January. I, however, had a child first and it walked first but spoke second. You know your first word was “victory”?” He laughed and I thought it must’ve been why I was grandpa’s favourite – a Raven straight out of the crib.

“Throughout the years, the bets kept going. You know only about a few. So one night we got tipsy and I foolishly slurred that George, as the eldest, was supposed to find himself a fiancé first. Rol argued without batting an eyelash. We found a whole month later our father had raised the stakes. And three years later, it’s your victory, though I’m not losing much since I won the bet on who’d get a better-paid job.” His weak chuckle made my lips purse as I pushed at my cup and when his soft eyes landed on mine, I almost knew what was coming. “I don’t need the truth but it’s obvious your father wasn’t ecstatic when we admitted our defeat last night. I don’t just love my brother, I know him. Whether you’re engaged or not isn’t important. The money is for your college fund. I’m letting it slide, Petunia doesn’t know and Levi didn’t know either, judging by his reaction when I told him. Now, cupcake, this is just between us. Your father’s doing this for you but it doesn’t make him feel good so maybe cheer him up.” His warm smile made me nod.

"I will." My statement made him chuckle heartily and pat my hand over the counter. “Uncle,” he was looking at me, waiting and I wouldn’t be admitting defeat but I was curious, “is this based only on my father’s behaviour?” Because we’d made other mistakes but we’d performed brilliantly at the restaurant and I wanted to know if he saw it the same way.

“Entirely. You were impeccable. But, you know, the rest of the family will also love Levi. So, in case this was all a farce, I think you shouldn’t let them meet him unless you actually plan on marrying him.” I refrained from nodding and then he smirked. “You know it wasn’t the kiss that sold your aunt? It was the ride back home.” My brows scrunched at his words and then he snorted. “The bra on the floor of the car? Yeah, she was in stupor for a few hours.” My face paled, then reddened, then my uncle was laughing loud enough to wake the whole house. “I won’t tell your father, don’t worry. I know he likes to fancy you’re still as innocent as you were when you were five. And when it comes to you, he’s a winner through and through.” I gave a light smile and he took a sip from his coffee when the opening of a door sounded.

"Why are you two awake so early?" My mother’s voice sounded from the bottom of the stairs and I turned to look at her sleepy form still in her pyjamas. I’d inherited my (h/c) bird’s nest hair from her. She was yawning when uncle Jared cleared we’d just happened to wake up, to which I nodded along and my mother narrowed her droopy eyes at our smiling faces. Smiling people in the early hours of a Sunday were usually a good source of suspicion. “I hope you’re not discussing a family taboo or something.” She began preparing herself tea, reminding me of the fact the intern had wanted an Earl Grey and I probably had to make it. 

“Why, that’s all we ever talk about, Arie. I’m currently telling her about your mother’s strange tradition to wet the toothbrush before putting on the toothpaste. What a monstrous act. And your daughter will remember it for life.” Uncle Jared’s exaggerated performance made me cackle as the room became livelier and livelier with the passing of each second.

“Please, Edward’s the one who can’t learn how to put on clothes before he goes to sleep and my mother’s hygiene habits are the ones to scar my daughter for life? I admit it’s a taboo for you, Ravens, but it’s not nearly the worst thing you can tell her.” My mother was heating up water when uncle Jared retorted his father at least closed the door of the bathroom when he took a shit, unlike some of her relatives. She turned around with an offended gasp, then the microwave’s beeping created the perfect background noise for their bickering. “You saw my cousin Joshua do it once, Jared! Once! I’m not going to hear about it for the rest of my life.” The last part was mumbled as she took a jar of honey out of the cupboard above the sink and uncle Jared gave a mocking snort before taking a sip of his coffee.

"Might as well, it’ll haunt us all.” His words were muffled by the rim of his cup as I bit back a chuckle and my mother gracefully brushed off the topic and quirked her brows at me whilst asking, at last, how yesterday had gone. Uncle Jared seemed convinced enough of our engagement and he’d promised not to say anything either way. But I knew he was the type to inspect a fact from all possible sides – thus why he might’ve immediately concluded the kiss we’d shared in front of them, in the case of this being a lie, was a taboo. I glanced at his bright gaze and it was laughing at me encouragingly as if saying he wouldn’t interject no matter what I decided to say. 

"Well, the food was fine. But then somebody tricked us into giving him the Jaguar without offering to drive us home and we had time to spare. I bought myself two books and took the bus home. I was impaled on the way out but that’s not important.” I dismissed casually with a whisk of my hand as my mother sat next to me with wide eyes. Uncle Jared, however, was the first to echo the impalement part of my sentence. Of course, a bit of hyperbole never hurt nobody. “Yeah, by my precious fiancé's elbow.” The explanation made them sigh as they lifted their drinks to their lips. It was then I stood from my chair and began rummaging in the cupboard holding my mother’s tea collection for the box of Earl Grey. One last day of being a good fiancé and I’d never be making tea again. I heated some water, picked an orange cup the intern would be annoyed to drink from and proceeded to steep the tea.

Annie will have some Psychology bullshit to say about me avoiding his name. I rolled my eyes and took the milk out of the fridge, tapping on the carton mindlessly. Which is interesting because he also avoids using mine but he was quick to say Petra. Further proof she’s his girlfriend. Or kiss might’ve been an entirely shit experience for him, too, in that case, for more than one reason. I hummed, throwing out the tea bag once the herbs had done their job and pouring some milk. How cute. You remember how he likes his tea. I scowled at my mean alter ego whilst stirring the hot beverage. Enough of this intern. My conversation with my uncle was a bit more important. My father had told me the money would be mostly for me in the form of future savings, still, to think he felt bad for using a total stranger to win them had eluded me. And now I was supposed to cheer him up when I didn’t even know how to cheer myself up sometimes.

"Good morning, Arie, Jared. (Y/N), you're up early." My father made his entrance just as I was pondering how I was supposed to entertain him out of his unusual misery without particularly letting him know I was doing that. I was putting the milk back in the fridge, looking at his drowsy frown and rolling my eyes with a retort (“What’s with you brothers using the same lines on me? Do you practice?”) that made him gasp dramatically. It was cut off by a yawn, uncle Jared was laughing and when I seated myself at the counter with the intern’s tea, (e/c) clashed with (e/c) and I realised my father was in a good mood. His performance only went to prove that. "Oh, no, Jared, we've been found out. Quick, we've got to bicker to distract her." The brothers exchanged conspiratory glances, then the eldest one nodded hurriedly prior to slapping his knee with a fake gasp of disgust. How fast he could turn on his acting would never cease to amaze me.

"Ew, Rolland, are those the pyjamas our mother gave us?! Are you trying to copy me and look cool in pink after all these years?!" Upon a closer look, they matched perfectly, safe for the colour of their shirts. Loose worn-down pink sweatpants whose once-upon-a-time bright red had washed down to a dull dark pink and simple baggy T-shirts – white for my father and black for my uncle. My mother put a hand to her mouth as to not laugh out loud and it took the brothers about three seconds to realise uncle Jared’s diversion had been spot-on. The most sibling thing they’d done besides bickering constantly, to be honest. They did share one brain sometimes.

"Jesus Christ, we actually match. What the hell, Jared? Aren't those the sweatpants Petunia wore last year?" Their shocked faces of realisation matched perfectly despite the differences in their features, too. My father’s outrage, however, triggered a contrasting reaction from uncle Jared – meaning scepticism and mockery, conveyed by a very particular type of smirk. Then he spoke (“Pot, meet kettle, Rol. Those are Arie’s sweatpants from the year before. Don’t think I wouldn’t recognise them.”) and I took a sip from my coffee only to almost choke on it while my mother’s lips pursed in her comical attempt to hold back laughter. Then the brothers were glaring at each other and my father’s mouth gaped in mild offence. “Does this mean you’ve been checking out my wife when I wasn’t looking?” Certainly a question in desperate need of an answer. One I almost wished never to have heard since it made me swear to all gods in existence despite my religious abstinence that I would’ve died on the spot if I had coffee in my mouth in that moment. Uncle Jared laughed straight at his brother’s face, slapped his knee and then smirked condescendingly.

“Wrong question, my dear brother.” He waved a boney index finger in front of my father’s frowning face, then proceeded to make my mother’s and my eardrums suffer the second-hand embarrassment and shame of his words. “I do it when you’re looking, too. It’s my duty as the eldest in our family and I’m a proud Raven. Therefore, the only wife I don’t check out is my own.” He put a proud hand to his chest, my father looked like he would strangle him, my mother was slapping the marble and wheezing and I put a hand to my forehead at the ridiculousness of my uncle’s impeccable performance. Still, it made me think that if only I could speak such humiliating words whilst yielding confidence of that calibre, I would be unstoppable. My father was on his way to blow a fuse when we heard a yawn coming from the stairs.

"What’s all the ruckus about?" Aunt Petunia and Goerge were rubbing their eyes groggily, then my cousin went to his father’s side, pouting sleepily as uncle Jared patted his head. I snorted and stared at the steam coming off the intern’s tea, coming to the conclusion that my peace had been written off as deceased for the rest of the day. Till the next weekend on which I’d be cursed enough to wake up first. The next few minutes were full of bickering left and right – my mother, my aunt and I were trying to slip out of making breakfast, the two brothers benevolently offering to make more coffee and George deciding, quite wisely, that he’d settle for eating a banana instead of nagging us to cook. The sun had risen, illuminating the rose bushes in the backyard from a different angle – one I wasn’t able to observe due to the interference of the Raven brothers’ broad shoulders pushing lightly at each other in a silent battle of sorts. Despite that, the morning stayed just as pretty.

"So... back to your impalement." Uncle Jared’s words made everybody at the table quiet down as they looked at me. My mother and uncle knew the circumstances, George and my father seemed just a bit baffled by the lack of context and aunt Petunia paled, making my lips purse as I realised what kind of impalement she was thinking of. George quietly asked what that meant, my father nodded along and I hastened, for fear somebody besides my uncle would notice my aunt’s constipated expression. Not a supporter of premarital sex. 

"Yeah, well, my asshole of a fiancé has elbows as sharp as knives. Would compare them to spears if they’d actually cut through but the overall process was impalement.” I explained nonchalantly and my shoulders sagged in immediate relief the moment my aunt let out a breath of relief. Would’ve been really unfortunate if her misunderstanding made my father go into cardiac arrest because, technically, the evidence they’d found was incriminating and very convenient for any of them to jump to the wrong conclusions.

"Seriously, princess? And your heels aren’t like knives? They did pierce my toes." The typical morning voice was gone but the annoyingly flat baritone stayed the same. My eyes narrowed and I glanced at the bottom of the stairs, where he was glaring at me. Speak of the devil. I wasn’t particularly superstitious but I liked to believe he’d sneezed in his sleep one too many times because of the fact I’d talked about him. I rolled my eyes and sweetly greeted him with a “good morning, asshole”, to which he only huffed and took a seat next to me since the only other free seat was between my father and aunt. “Morning, princess.” He returned casually, brushing a hand through his ebony locks and briefly furrowing his brows at the cup of tea I pushed in his direction. He scrutinised the drink and hummed gratefully prior to taking a sip.

And to think the first “hey, family, look, it’s my boyfriend” breakfast I’d be having would be with a French asshole I knew for a week and not with Eren. Entirely disappointing. Everybody was observing us despite the low conversations they led. I could feel five pairs of eyes on my face as I huffed at the raven, who only stared at me indifferently. I glanced down at our hands resting on the marble next to each other and refrained from immediately removing my hand. My thoughts went back to the early morning and his muttered words. I could bet Petra, whoever she was, was important to him. Could bet he’d held her hand. Could bet that if he’d been lucky enough and she’d settled with his grouch ways he’d kissed her. I’d been able to hear the care and his voice and that was a lot coming from somebody who had three default tones – the one he’d used hadn’t been amongst them.

Jealousy was a natural instinct when it came to romance. I’d been jealous on occasion, mostly at the beginning of my relationship with Eren. He, in turn, was in a perpetual state of jealousy that waited for the appropriate moment to show. I loved him like that even though he required lots of reassurance once his initial anger wore off. And, to dig a grave for the mean alter ego in my thoughts, I concluded there was no jealousy here. I was just a bit curious to know who Petra was. But knowing he had feelings for her did nothing. If anything, our truce was intact but so was my latent spite. I wasn’t angry, sad or anything of the kind – and it went to prove to my stupid subconscience that there was nothing besides hatred here. I don’t like him. Not at all and certainly not that way. Ha, see? Not a single drop of jealousy. I was performing a victory dance in my head and the mean voice kept quiet, if only to make me feel like I was crazy to address it. I just think he’s attractive which is very different. I don’t like him. I don’t---

My internal monologue was cut off by the (gentle, barely there) cold touch upon my hand. Levi’s slender fingers had wrapped securely around my sweating palm over the marble and I was having a hard time telling whether his skin or the stone was colder. My eyes observed the twitch of my fingers then darted upwards to meet his gaze. His face was well-hidden behind the rim of his atrociously orange cup but his hues were there and I thought they’d be lost again but they were quite bright. They were grey and blue and the sun was adding a weird glimmer – or maybe it was my imagination but I could almost swear they hadn’t looked this pretty before. I felt heat creep up the back of my neck and sneak its way around to the apples of my cheeks. And I couldn’t stop staring.

“So, we were talking about knives and impalement?” My father’s sudden question made me snap out of my daze as I glanced at the people seated at the counter. For a second there I’d forgotten they were there. And now it made sense – why he’d held my hand at all – because this was the last day of our performance. And I’d let him do it despite forgetting completely about it. My uncle and aunt were awkwardly eyeing their drinks, George’s neck was painfully bent as he tried to observe the backyard through the glass doors and my mother was looking at the stairs like the most interesting art exhibition was displayed there. I realised we’d looked like a couple spaced off in their own world full of rainbows and shit made of sugar and an uneasy smile hesitantly tugged at the corners of my mouth. 

You forgot! You forgot and you’re preaching to me about jealousy when you let him grab your hand out of duty but forgot about the duty completely! How the turntables – this is hilarious! The mean voice was back and it was cackling, it was making me realise how wrong this had been. I wanted to dig myself a grave right about now. Look at yourself, so confident, so sassy, so much of everything – and you completely forgot. Didn’t even question it, just let it happen. Poor boy, he’s just practising his acting and you, the master manipulator, fell for it. Oh, this goes on my fridge of humiliation. I gritted my teeth, feeling the intern’s light grip on my hand and, along with it, the intense urge to yank my hand from his hold. But that would ruin all the effort I’d put into this performance for the past four days. So I only opened my mouth and tried to manifest the kind of confidence uncle Jared had. Maybe it would help me mask the terrible moment I’d just participated in. Thankfully, it did.

"Yeah, well, in short – the bus isn't a place for high heels."

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Power Rangers Feral Kingdom

Long ago an ancient civilization called Nalima lived in peace with a collection of gigantic mechanical animals powered by special Animal Gems. However a group of monsters called the Grorgs rose from the pollution of civilization. A group of warriors drew power from the mighty beasts and drove the threat back but at the cost of their lives. During the final battle many Animal Gems were scattered. Mourning those lost in the many battles Queen Zu rose their island into the clouds to escape the chaos and placed her people and herself into a deep slumber. Now pollution has revived the Grorgs and made them even stronger. The queen awakens and takes notice of the situation. She knows her own people lack the knowledge of the modern world and would be unable to handle the intense pollution, so in desperation she sends out five Animal Gems to find people strong in heart body and spirit who love the wild beasts as much as they love their own. King of the Beasts! Red Feral Ranger- Ricardo- A veterinarian who loves caring for animals. He was in the process of rescuing a stray dog when he found the Red Lion Gem and was transported to Nalima along with the dog (Queen Zu takes the dog in and makes it her royal pet).- Ricardo has possession of the Lion, Gorilla and Falcon Animal Gems- Armed with Feral Sword and Lion Claw as well as Falcon Bow Predator of the Deep! Blue Feral Ranger- Phillip- A young marine biologist, he was in the middle of a dive when he found the Blue Shark Gem and was transported to Nalima- Phillip has possession of the Shark and Giraffe Animal Gems- Armed with Feral Sword and Shark Slashers Striker of the Sky! Yellow Feral Ranger- Susan- An animal rights protestor who was in the middle of a protest at a laboratory accused of animal testing. The protest turned violent and she fled when she found the Yellow Eagle Gem and was transported to Nalima- Susan has possession of the Eagle, Polar Bear and Brown Bear Animal Gems - Armed with Feral Sword and Eagle Dagger Juggernaut of the Savannah! Black Feral Ranger- Jack- A game warden he had just finished arresting some poachers when he found the Black Bison Gem and was transported to Nalima.- Jack has possession of the Bison, Rhino and Armadillo Animal Gems- Armed with Feral Sword and Bison Ax Tracker of the Jungle! White Feral Ranger- Jessica- Because her parents owned a zoo she grew up around animals. One day while tending to the animals she found the White Tiger Animal Gem and was transported to Nalima- Jessica has possession of the Tiger, Elephant and Deer Animal Gems- Armed with Feral Sword and Tiger Baton

Howling Hunter! Silver Feral Ranger-  Derek- During a hike he took shelter in a cave to get out of a storm and found the remains of a Grorg warrior who had stolen a trio of Animal Gems, the warrior’s cursed mask attached itself to Derek turning him into the warrior until the other Rangers free him - Derek has possession of the Wolf, Hammerhead and Alligator Animal Gems- Armed with Wolf Staff

Feral Megazord- Formed from the Lion, Shark, Eagle, Bison and Tiger Feral Zords.

Lion- Torso Shark/Tiger- Arms Eagle- Head Bison- Legs

Feral Stampede Megazord- Formed from the Gorilla, Brown Bear, Black Bear, Rhino and Armadillo Feral Zords Gorilla- Head and torso Bears- Arms Rhino/Armadillo- Legs

Feral Hunter Megazord- Formed from the Wolf, Hammerhead and Alligator Feral Zords Wolf/Hammerhead- Arms Alligator- Body, legs and head

Feral Flight Megazord- Formed from the Falcon, Deer, Giraffe, Rhino and Armadillo Feral Zords Falcon- Torso, head, wings Deer/Giraffe- Arms Rhino/Armadillo- Legs

Feral Spirit Megazord- Formed from the Liger, Saw Shark, Condor, Buffalo and Jaguar Feral Zords. This megazord was used by the ancient warriors to fend off the Grorgs and when the battle was done the Gems were nearly shattered. For centuries they rested in a special chamber in the royal palace until the current team needed their aid.

Liger- Torso Saw Shark/Jaguar- Arms Condor- Head Buffalo- Legs

Most Feral Zords can combine with any existing Megazord to give their power and weapons, such as the Elephant Feral Zord adding a sword and shield to whatever Megazord it joins with.

Morphers- Feral Morphers, hand held devices Morphing Call- Wake the animal within! Morphing- The Animal Gems grow around the rangers glowing as the person unites with the animal until the gem shatters revealing the ranger in their suit

Power Rangers Chrono Kingdom: A time traveling criminal escapes to the period when the Grorg first rose and attacked the kingdom of Nalima and the two teams must defeat them before they change history.

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Shadow Of The Tomb Raider Review

Release Date on September 14, 2018

There are two things I have always loved about Shadow of The Tomb Raider Free Download Game Walkthrough in all my incarnations: beautiful, exciting and dangerous places to explore, and Lara Croft herself. Shadow of the Tomb Raider ranges from East to South Inca cities and modern-day Peru jungles and towns, with missionary cry to climb, dive, and South American locations to the east. But it gives Lara a disservice, who turns her into a deadly mud-camouflaged jungle warrior who, while not interesting to say, is pushed by a plot that is more predictable than its main character and Is more concerned with supernatural artifacts. It’s so silly that you can explain it without sounding ridiculous: Lara is pursuing a secret militia organization across the South American continent to prevent them from stealing a silver thong and bringing about the end of the world. PC Games For free

Lik the first  Shadow Tomb Raider Review video games in this contemporary trilogy by Crystal Dynamics – although this closing access changed into developed by means of an extraordinary studio, Eidos Montreal – Tomb Raider’s Shadows gradual-paced exploration, treasure-hunting, and surround historical tombs. Allegations of creating buzz echo the course to high-adrenaline action-movie-style play. Lara gets trapped in mudslides and earthquakes, scrambles off collapsing buildings and blows up invading helicopters, but as opposed to hiding behind cover with an assault rifle, she frequently ignores herself in tall grass or against partitions. Suppresses, anonymity hunts down the armed forces in the darkish. Lara has “advanced” from a determined survivor right into a silent killer, which gives the player a welcome spoil from capturing things. Sending a poisoned arrow into the thigh of a guard from the wooded area cover is more exciting than losing pistols into them one by one through pointing pistols at them and pressing them to fall down.  As the spectacle, Tomb Raider’s shadow is the nice fight feasible. It is a revelation in its beauty. Whenever Lara emerges from a wooded area or cave, the digital camera rests on sundown-yellow badlands and beautiful temples to find out some new wonders of the historical world. Walking round rocks and crumbling homes is vertical and interesting; It always looks like you're an inch far from falling for your loss of life. The animation and environmental layout are definitely brilliant, and you're generally given time to transport speedy in preference to coping.  Sadly, the shadow of Tomb Raider’s series Wonderful Places is prepare under a plot that collapses beneath the slightest scrutiny. The narrative is an inconsistent mess that is going beyond the standard action movie/online game suspension of disbelief – how do Lara’s weapons paintings perfectly even after an hour of driving through an underwater grave? – and simply shakes up their investment in what’s occurring in the sport. The plot makes little feel, fundamental man or woman motivations are absolutely absent, and Lara spontaneously meets random preoccupation for almost every body.  To pick out one in every of many examples: Why, whilst Lara seems in an undisputed local colony full of people who've escaped from the out of doors world for loads of years, is she right away welcomed and served to settle their disputes is going? How does he communicate fluently with them? At first, Tomb Raider’s narrative ignites a shadow of inconsistencies, however with each new handy puzzle or magical artifact, needless revelation, or paper-skinny person, my tolerance for the useless Thin Thin.  It is also worth noting that during historical Central America, seeing the aristocracy sporting wings and animal skulls and taking pictures enemies dressed in a ceremonial gown, English Lara Croft is deeply uncomfortable. Killing endless streams of militias may be seamless, but at the least the optics aren't so extreme. In the opening scenes, it is Lara’s cruel plunder of a Mayan tomb that kills the apocalypse, but any comment here about Lara’s method to ejecting artifacts from other cultures is made by a plot, which later leads her to The native holds as the protector of the population.  Beautiful backdrop Shadow of the Tomb Raider Photograph: Eidos Montréal  Most disappointingly, Lara Croft is uninteresting herself. At the beginning of this trilogy, whilst he turned into now not compared to the bulletproof aristocratic adventurer he had already completed, everyone did now not love it, but it changed into at least an try and humanize him. In 2013’s Tomb Raider, she became trying to continue to exist on an island; In Rise of the Tomb Raider, she become tracing her late father’s footsteps everywhere in the world to discover what brought on her loss of life; Here, his motivations are a whole lot much less clean and his conscience character is placed in a grandiose plot of a world-finishing. Any introspection about who she is and what she is doing is hidden in the menu, wherein the artifacts tested indicate some lines for Croft. In light of the reality that neither of the authors of the previous  games has been credited right here, and the transition to a brand new studio, you surprise if this recreation is suffering from a improvement drama.  In the Shadow of the Tomb Raider there is a lot greater to comply with its story – monitoring treasures from clues written on monoliths, exploring remarkable hidden tombs with the fine riddles in the game, looking jungle creatures, Unravel neighborhood mysteries in populated areas. These efforts are a lot of amusing, in particular hidden tombs, but the rewards are unusually meaningless. Salted outfits provide meaningless bonuses for Lara (“get extra experience for hitting”), the crafting substances are so considerable that they are now not an thrilling reward, and new skills or guns are rarely used. Oddly, objects together with lockpicks that open up opportunities to are seeking for new treasures are offered through traders, not earned thru exploration. It is very abnormal that this alternative material is so badly included.  Shadow of Tomb Raider is a strange and vaguely disappointing game, however no longer a horrific one. Sneak round within the jungle, combating jaguars, exploring historic crypts that grapple with danger, soar and climb round exquisite Peruvian scenes, the satisfying “thunk” of an arrow finding its target; This is all fun, if not new. The locations Lara visits and the things she does, particularly when she doesn’t have a gun in her fingers, are lovely and enjoyable. But it lacks a coherent plot or innovative imaginative and prescient to put all of it together, and the opportunity to create an exciting individual out of Lara Croft is meaningless.  Shadow of the Tomb Raider Recommended Requirements  OS: Windows 10 sixty four-bit Graphics  Nvidia GTX 1060 6GB or AMD Radeon RX 480, 8GB Processor:  Intel Core i7 4770K, 3.40 GHz or AMD Ryzen five 1600, 3.20 GHz Memory:   sixteen GB DirectX:  12 Version Storage: forty GB Dedicated Video Memory: 6GB

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No Escape, Chapter 1

Characters: Bucky x enhanced!reader

Summary: When Bucky is captured in Romania, he expects the attack. What he doesn’t expect, is a beautiful stranger that has her shaking in her wake. What he expects even less, is that he’s got her in his corner. 

Warnings: Some language, mild violence.

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 Prologue Chapter 2

“Congratulations, Cap. (Y/L/N). You’re both criminals.”

You smile brightly at Rhodey from your position on the pavement.

“Thank you, Mr. Machine, but the honor is all mine.”

“Shut it (Y/L/N), this isn’t a joke. Do you realize what you’ve done? The position you three have put yourselves in?”

You glance down at yourself and your compromising position. You are still on your knees, hands cuffed behind your back. “Oh, I think I know exactly what position I’m in.” You smile lazily, even as Rhodes hoists you onto your feet by your upper arm and shoves you in the direction of the second transport unit. You walk yourself to the truck, Steve and Sam a few paces behind you. Each have an agent’s hand on their shoulder to guide them, lest they make a daring escape.

You had made sure that the agents wouldn’t touch you. They wouldn’t dare to. You even smile sweetly at them as you pass. A few move their fingers to the trigger, but you can see them shaking as they do so.

You seem to be the only one who they have deemed necessary to restrain, and Steve has to help hoist you into the truck without the use of your hands. You tumble in as gracefully as you can, and catch sight of the Winter Soldier being strapped into his own separate unit.

Bucky Barnes, you correct yourself. Not the Winter Soldier. Steve and Sam slide into the seats beside you, which has left the seat in front of you empty, until the Prince of Wakanda seats himself down. You admire his regality and hope that sitting this close to him, even with a plexiglass barrier, would cause some of his grace and poise to rub off onto you. You needed everything you could if you were going to make it out of this mess intact.  

The four of you rode in silence, until Sam boldly asks if Prince T’Challa liked cats.

“Sam,” Steve warns.

“I’m a little curious, too,” you add, “What sort of Prince gets to dress up like a jaguar and run loose in a foreign country?”

“It’s a Black Panther,” Prince T’Challa replies, finally breaking his stoic silence.

“All big cats are the same,” you comment, shrugging as much as your bindings would allow. The Prince says nothing. You sigh, resigning yourself to ride in silence. As far as company goes, you suppose you could do worse. You shift, trying to get comfortable, and your mind wanders to the man in the truck behind you.

You knew he and Steve were friends, back in the olden days. You knew that he had been the Winter Soldier. What you didn’t know was where the Solider stopped, and where Bucky began.

Steve had asked for your help, and you had readily agreed. The best missions, you always thought, were the ones that you had no personal stake in. You’d roll the dice, see where things led, and see what sort of mayhem you could wreak. Then you’d pack yourself up, ship yourself home, and call it a fun weekend no matter what the outcome.

Avoid expectations, avoid disappointment.

Steve and Bucky reunite, and rekindle being best friends forever? Cool. The Winter Soldier is captured and tried for his crimes? Chill. The key to your personal success, you once mused, is never investing too much of yourself into anything. Or anyone. You were like a stray cat, hanging out for as long as it was beneficial for you and leaving when shit got too real and someone petted you too hard. Always on the fringes, never staying in one place for too long. You even opted to drop your first name. Hearing it felt too intimate, too much like someone knew you.

Being recruited by Steve, working with the Avengers, was the longest you had ever stuck around in one place before. And if what Rhodey said was true, it sounded like you wouldn’t be welcome for too much longer. You tell yourself its for the best, and that you would have moved on soon anyway. The thought feels hallow.

You wonder, briefly, as the truck comes to a slow stop at the headquarters, if you and Bucky actually have something in common. Never sticking around, always on the move. The only difference, you ponder, is that he didn’t have a choice in the matter.

You think maybe you don’t, either.

Bucky watches as Steve hops out of their truck, turning to lift you out of the seat and place you on the ground in front of him. He can’t hear you, but it looks like you’ve muttered something to Steve about the indignity of it all. It did not slip his notice that only you and Bucky had been put in restraints.

(Y/L/N), he thinks, as both you and Steve turn to face him in his cell. Bucky swallows past the sadness in his throat as Steve looks on in disappointment. He doesn’t want to name the look you give him, but he has trouble denying the pity on your face.

As the doors shut around him and cut you and Steve off from view, he wonders if he would ever see you again. He wonders if he would be lucky enough to.

You watch as Bucky slides out of your view. You empathize with him; both of you bound against your will for things you had no control over. He never asked to become the Winter Soldier, just as you had never asked to be enhanced. They were the cards you both had been dealt, and you had just been lucky enough to scrap together enough trust from the Avengers to not need your own containment unit like him. You knew, though, that one wrong move and you could end up just like him.

You mentally scold yourself for being so bleak as Steve claps a hand on your shoulder and guides you to the elevators for the meeting.

You walk alongside Steve and Sam, following closely behind Deputy Ross. He looks on edge, and it would be too easy for you to light his fuse. You briefly consider treading lightly, but you have never been one to tip-toe.

“You’ll be provided an office instead of a cell.” Ross keeps his eyes straight ahead, but you can feel that his next words are meant especially for you. “Do yourselves a favor and stay in it.”

“So, I won’t get to go dancing naked in the moonlight tonight as I had planned?” Steve cuts you a sharp look, the hand still resting on your shoulder squeezing nearly to the point of painful.

“As enjoyable as that might be for you,” Ross continued, his voice clipped, “I highly recommend against any moonlit adventures.”

“What about my sunlit ones?”

“(Y/L/N).” Steve’s tone cuts through you, his words final. It was the same tone he’d used in the underpass with you, Behave. You both knew what would happen to you if you didn’t.

Natasha falls in line beside you. “For the record, (Y/L/N), this is what making things worse looks like.” You shrug, finally displacing Steve’s grip on your shoulder.

“I’m only here because Steve asked me to be. I didn’t start any of this.”

“You think they care?” Natasha is quiet and close, her hand resting lightly on your elbow. It almost feels comforting. “You’re involved now, (Y/L/N), they’ll take any excuse they can to remove an enhanced from their roster.”

“I have it under control,” you whisper back.

“Doesn’t look like it from here, baby girl.” Sam closes in on your other side, leaning down to speak to you. “We don’t want to see what happens if you push these guys too far.”

You roll your eyes, lips pressed in a tight, thin line.

“I’d like to see them try.” You ignore Natasha’s incredulous look. You never did like how she seemed to read you like a book.  

You were in control, always. You never showed your cards until you had to. You let Ross believe that the cuffs around your wrists were holding you. You let the agents in the underpass believe that you were unafraid of them.

It was a game you had played for your own entertainment since you were a child. What could you get people to believe about yourself?

You started off small, weaseling an extra cookie from your sweet, older neighbor or finagling out of being grounded. But as you grew, and your abilities were fleshed out, you had to up the stakes. It became less about fun, and more about survival. The world was not kind to people like you.

Could you get the man who harass you on the subway believe that your enhancement was laser eyes? Could you con a young man into providing you a room, in fear of you ‘losing control’ of your power? Could you get the dozen agents surrounding you in an underpass, guns trained at the space between your eyes, believe that you were bullet proof?

The answer, so far, has always been yes. It is easy to manipulate someone who is afraid, which is why it was so easy to fall into place with the Avengers; they simply weren’t afraid of you. It was a nice change of pace, most days. Other days left you gasping for breath in a panic, wondering when the other shoe would drop.

You walk into the meeting room to hear Stark yelling to someone on the phone about consequences.

“Ross wants everyone prosecuted,” Tony says, too casually for the situation at hand. “Had to give them something.” Tony glances at you behind Steve, still fidgeting in your restraints. You wanted to break them off, just to get the circulation back into your hands. But you knew better; you had to keep that card for later. Let these men think you were defenseless.

“Can we please get Miss (Y/L/N) out of those cuffs?” Tony turns to the nearest agent.  “She’s not under arrest.”

“Not yet,” Deputy Ross comments. Though he does motion for an agent to uncuff you. You rub your wrists appreciatively as you flop down in a cushy office chair, propping your feet up on the table and lean back. You close your eyes and listen to Steve and Tony talking about the accords in the next room over.

You have no intention of signing the accords, and so you have no intention of sticking around long enough for them to matter. The moment they were presented to you, you knew your time with the Avengers had run its course. You’d had fun with your friends, with Sam and Steve and Natasha, but you wouldn’t give up your control- your life- for anyone. You just needed the right time to leave. You knew the longer you stuck around, the more you invested yourself into the Avengers, the more excuses you would find to stay. First, it would be one more day. Then you would tell yourself a week. And before you knew it, you would put pen to paper and sign away your life for the accords.

You didn’t notice you’d drifted off to sleep until you hear Tony mention your name, but it isn’t until Steve speaks that you fully understand what exactly they are discussing.

“(Y/L/N) and Wanda? What about them?”

“Wanda is confined to the compound with Vision, and well, we’ve got an eye on (Y/L/N) right here. There’s worse ways to protect people.”

“Protection? This is what you call protection?” You can hear how exasperated Steve is. Heart in your throat, you want to walk over and demand Tony tell you to your face what is to happen to you. But Steve is already in your corner, coming to your defense. You steel your resolve to leave, despite the cracks that have formed from the recent sudden displays of friendship.

“Well its not like we can take her shield and wings from her, now can we? She is a weapon, and that’s all these people are going to see her as.” Your throat is suddenly very tight; the familiar sting of outrage trying to worm its way back into your forefront.

It’s nothing you haven’t heard before. And it doesn’t matter that it was Tony who said it or that Steve did not deny it. It would only matter if you cared about them, about what they thought of you. So, your steel walls go up and you shove the betrayal down, swallowing it to never be dealt with, and you walk out of the room. You have no desire to hear what else your they have to say about you. Besides, it’s nothing you haven’t told yourself.

You don’t know where you’re wandering off to, but you notice Steve’s footsteps behind you right away. He looks at you as he catches up, matching his pace to yours, but says nothing. And you tell yourself it doesn’t matter anyways.

It could be me in that cell, you think as you watch as the evaluator sits in front of Barnes. Steve is grateful to Sharon for allowing you all access to the feed, but seeing him in restrains, seeing Bucky so defenseless, makes you more nauseous than you care to admit. It was too easy for you to see yourself in his chair, and you had to remind yourself that you were safe, you were in control. For now, at least.

Behind you, you hear Steve and Sharon talking about Bucky, but you don’t pay any mind. You are fixated on the screen in front of you; on the man in the cell. You lift your hand to nibble at your nails, a bad habit you just can’t seem to shake, and wonder why exactly you are so scared for a man you had never met.

You don’t have the opportunity to think more on it, as you are plunged into inky darkness before the blaring red emergency lights flash on. You are out of your seat in a moment, turning to Steve for instructions.

“Sub-level Five, East Wing.” Steve takes off running, you and Sam hot on his heels.

When the lights cut out, Bucky knows what is about to happen. He fights and he struggles against the constraints, struggles to break free of the glass, but he is running out of time. The man circles his pen as Bucky breaks free just as the final word breaks through, Freight car.

Bucky’s world turns black.

The Asset was ready to comply.

His mind is hazy, blurting out a mission report he only remembers upon command. They never needed him to remember once the orders were carried out. The Soldier is presented more demands from the man with his book.

Destroy, kill, hide.

He took the agents out with ease, slamming them into the ground, shooting with their own weapons when he could. And then he was hidden in the shadow while his commander lay on the floor.

A ploy, the man had said. He calls for help, and a young woman rushes into the room to assist. She kneels by his side, helping him to his feet, the grip on his jacket tight, her eyes suspicious. Two more come into the Soldier’s sight, and he acts without hesitation on his orders to strike. He grabs the smaller of the two men by his throat, tossing him into the cell that used to hold him with a sickening crunch. The soldier decides the other man is his next biggest threat, but the punch he throws sail cleanly over the man’s head, and the man retaliates with a painful blow to the Soldier’s jaw. He can feel it click in and out of place as he charges, throwing his opponent into the elevator doors.

The Soldier raises his metal fist to strike when he feels two small hands grab fistfuls of his shirt. The ground disappears beneath him as is lifted over the young woman’s head and tossed away like a rag doll.

The Soldier rolls from the momentum, digging his metal hand into the floor to slow his tumble. The woman stands in front of her friend protectively, her eyes seeming to dare the Soldier to come closer. He stands and rolled his shoulders, assuring everything is still in place. He nearly smiles; he always like a challenge. He takes off toward her, slamming his full force into her. She slides backward into her friend, and they both go tumbling into the elevator shaft.

The Soldier walks away.

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Looking For Role-play - Master List

In the effort to put my feet back into the water with more vigor, I’ve made another quick reference list of my characters and the best way to engage them. I recently passed 800 followers (Welcome new people!) and I figured I was way overdue for this. For ease of scrolling, the LFRP snippets will be under the cut (Sorry mobile users...I know the read more line doesn’t always work in the app...). 

All characters listed below are on Balmung unless specified otherwise. 

Thank you all!

Ranya Vexile - A Vylbrand native and business owner, Ranya is a very strong willed woman with a sharp tongue and little patience for foolishness.

Hooks:

Are you a craftsman or guard/mercenary? Ranya might have work for you.

Limsan native? Ranya’s family has spent near all of its history in that area.

Do you like books? You haven’t seen her house. She collects them.

Any individual with a disciplined lifestyle, or a driven mindset.

Important things to note:

Ranya is not available for romantic engagement, as she is a taken lady.

She can be a very intimidating lady out the gate. Proceed with caution, please.

She HIGHLY dislikes Garleans. 

Phenalyn Talavaine - A kindhearted healer and artist who sees and hears far more than she lets on. A gentle soul with a hearty dose of nervousness.

Hooks:

Do you like nature? Animals? Plants? Spirits? Phen will love to chat.

Do you like history, particularly captured in ruins or in art forms? She studies these sorts of things.

Healing magic is always a safe way to go with this lady. She’s quite adept.

Have you traveled the world? Been to faraway places? She’ll LOVE hearing about it.

Important things to note:

Phenalyn’s romantic intentions are focused on a particular gentleman at the moment. Please don’t engage her with the intention of romance.

Scared to role-play with me, or intimidated in any way? Phenalyn is by far the easiest/kindest of my characters and would be a good starting choice.  

Y’asmina Malha - A tribe witch with a fiery spirit and ritually branded skin. A bit of a wildcard...and a woman seems to be too aware of the preciousness of life.

Hooks:

Do you like adventuring? Mina is the curious sort who likes the sensation of spontaneity.

From a tribe? So is Mina. Doesn’t have to be the same tribe, she’s still likely interested.

Is your character more rough around the edges? All fine by Y’asmina. She likes the more...weathered, morally questionable sort.

Important things to note:

Y’asmina and Y’raos (mentioned next) are siblings. You will likely deal with one if you engage the other.

Similarly to the others, please don’t bum-rush her for the sake of ERP. It won’t happen.

Y’asmina deals in some rather arcane, dated magics. Some of the darker variety. That doesn’t mean she’ll talk about them outright.

She is prone to attitudes. Please proceed with caution.

Y’raos Nunh - A brooding, hard-working and intense male from the Jaguar clan. Due to some...unfortunate circumstances, he is now the leader of his clan branch.

Hooks:

Tribe life. Raos is the leader of a clan currently recovering from some bad leadership by the hand of the former Nunh. He’s open to conversation regarding it.

Parenthood. Y’raos is the father of four children, three his own and one adopted. He loves his family, and respects a family-minded individual.

Vylbrand - Y’raos and his people recently completed the move back to their former home along the beaches of La Noscea. One might have seen their developing village.

Important things to note:

He’s a bit grumpy out the gate, and is a man of few words. But he talks, I promise!

Y’raos is married. Yes, that is rare for Seeker tribes. That said, he is not open for ERP, even under the pretense of lore. Please do not seek him out for it.

Khai Tumet - A quiet, unapologetic huntress who has returned to her home with the hopes of restoring her tribe name. 

Hooks:

Xaela culture is always a safe way to go with Khai. Just don’t insult it and she might talk to you.

Hunting is also an easy topic and a quick way to get her to talk.

Painting. Khai paints quite a bit, and while she isn’t classically trained or interested in learning, she enjoys sharing the passion.

Important things to note:

Khai is by far my hardest character to engage. She will not leave the East now that she is home, and she is blatantly disapproving of Eorzean ways. Proceed with caution.

Khai also has some social/mental quirks that may come off as aloof or dismissive. These are intentional, and with investment, it will become clear as to why she acts the way she does.

Shoniin Kahkol - A travelling shaman of the Kahkol tribe, interested in gathering the lost of the Steppes and guiding them home.

Hooks:

Xaela culture also works with Shoniin. He’s familiar with all of the tribes, and is willing to teach people who care to learn.

Magic. While he may not care to learn the ways of others, he has an interest in the way other aether users channel their skills.

Jewelry and body modification - Shoniin is heavily pierced, enjoys piercing/making jewelry, and is able to tattoo those who desire it...albeit in more primitive ways.

Important things to note:

Due to the nature of his personality and more hidden details, stories involving Shoniin can often drift towards darker themes. Buyers beware.

While Shoniin is polyamorous and pansexual, invested story would be necessary for me as a writer to even consider a relationship of that sort between him and another character.

I also have other, more minor characters available. However, I am not on them often so a shorter description will be listed below:

Arty Surefoot - Smuggler, airship pilot, transporter, black market dealer. She’s a wildcard.

Y’nala Jaliz - Grandmother to Y’asmina and Y’raos, she is a very old woman with very old magic.

Nikolai Barlaas (Mateus) - A silent man from Thavnair seeking a new life...while keeping the past in the past.

A note about the writer:

I have alts. This means I will not be constantly focused on a single character. I do, however, play quite a bit and do play most of my characters equally. 

Scheduling things with me is best. While I don’t mean to formalize the process, I work a LOT during the day and am very exhausted in the evening. Scheduling things helps me make sure I get to squeeze into everyone else’s time!

I am on the east coast, but that won’t stop me from making accommodations for your time zone. I am up super late most nights, and weekends have no sleep schedule at all. So don’t let my location dissuade you!

I can do discord RP, but due to the fact that I work all day, replies will be slow and likely 1-2 times a day maximum. I also prefer in-game RP if at all possible.

Drama happens, but be ready to talk about it. I do not have time for drama, and would prefer a role-play partner who is able to maintain open communication rather than letting issues fester.

Thank you all so much for taking the time to read this. So sorry it’s as long as it is!

[theprisonerofasgard]

Loki joined the staff of the world-renowned prehistoric theme park only several months before the incident, though he dreamed of working in Jurassic World since its opening in 2005.

He was adopted into a family of Norse mythology-loving parents when he was an infant, and was named Loki as a result. His brother, Thor, also works at the park. Although he never met his biological parents, he found out his birth mother had a brother who worked at the original park. Loki never got a chance to meet Jurassic Park’s game warden, Robert Muldoon, though the man’s life is still of tremendous interest to him.

He seemed to have inherited his Uncle’s love of large predators, much to the dismay of his adoptive parents, who’d dearly hoped he’d pursue Norse mythology and culture. Loki does share a strong love for his supposedly-Viking roots, but his true calling was prehistoric animals and ecosystems. Rene and Anthony, whom their friends sometimes referred to as Frigga and Odin, still had boxes upon boxes of dinosaur toys and books from Loki’s childhood in the attic. Anthony in particular did not approve of Loki’s career choice, but Rene embraced it.

Loki gathered degrees in paleontology, zoology, and spent many years in the field studying large, predatory cats. He helped design exhibits for tigers, jaguars, leopards, and fishing cats. He’d just finished several months of frigid research on snow leopards, studying them to better understand what one would need to thrive in an enclosure, when he’d received the call from Claire Dearing.

Both the head of exhibit design and the head of asset containment were leaving, and Ms. Dearing thought him capable of filling both positions. Loki was thrilled at the prospect of creating habitats for the creatures he’d loved since he was a child, though was decidedly less excited about the prospect of asset containment.

Dearing quickly made plans to promote someone else from asset containment internally when he pushed back the Indominus Rex project by several months, insisting they build the walls higher before he would even consider putting in his approval for the project. They needed his approval as the head of exhibit design, which he was refusing to give based on the fact he had no idea what sort of animal he was dealing with. The fact that it was part Tyrannosaurus was not nearly enough to satisfy him, as, following that logic, the domestic chicken was also part Tyrannosaurus. How could he possibly approve an exhibit for something that might fall somewhere between those two extremes?

While he was still technically part of asset containment, his primary role was exhibit design and maintenance. His priority was the welfare of the animals, not the profit of the park. As a predator expert himself, he fell hard and fast for the four Velociraptors under Owen Grady's care, and made friends with both him and Gabriel Agnolo, who specialized in the raptors' vocalizations. Since new exhibits were not being constructed every day, Loki took rotations at the raptor paddock. He helped with training, and Gabriel's research. While Echo was indifferent and bordered on hostile, Delta and Blue tolerated him. Charlie, the green raptor who was born third in the pack, took a liking to Loki. He was sometimes called by Owen or Gabriel when she was being particularly uncooperative, as she tended to mind him more.

On the day of the incident, Claire had hoped Masrani would accept Owen's approval as enough of a green light to push forward with the Indominus Rex exhibit without Loki's dissent. When the hybrid escaped, and Owen relayed what happened during his trip back to the control room, Loki called and demanded they use lethal force to stop her before she killed any more people or animals. Masrani stripped him of his position as the head of asset containment then and there, giving Claire the authority to override his command.

Loki had joined Owen and Grady when Hoskins took over and demanded they use the four raptors to track the Indominus. And realized far too late the damned hybrid had been constructed with Velociraptor DNA. Loki was very nearly captured and killed by Echo, who was only distracted by an ACU soldier attempting to shoot her. The soldier was attacked and Loki was able to escape. He'd reunited with Owen long enough to find Charlie, who recognized them both, and watch her be destroyed with a rocket.

Loki was separated from Owen in the chaos, and managed to make the harrowing trek back to the resort. He had just reached the midway when a massive set of jaws closed around his midsection, but not with full force. The Indominus dropped him before fully closing her jaw, distracted by the calls of the three remaining raptors nearby. Whether it was lack of appetite, or the knowledge that humans were not challenging prey, she lost interest in Loki before it even truly began. Severely wounded, Loki had crawled toward Delta's warbled cries for help, if for nothing else the knowledge he wouldn't die alone.

Blue later found them both, and recognized Loki from his rotations at the paddock. She later led Gabriel to both her injured sister and the broken man.

FALLEN KINGDOM

Loki, a member of the Dinosaur Protection Group, was working at the San Francisco Zoo when Claire Dearing approached him. With the inevitable volcanic eruption on Isla Nublar, time was of the essence if she and Lockwood's team were to capture both Blue and Delta, the last velociraptors on earth. While Delta had a far stronger bond with Gabriel, they both knew in addition to his twins, his wife, Dr. Seraphina Pitchiner, was pregnant. Although Loki was in a surprisingly stable relationship with another Jurassic World survivor, he didn't have nearly as much to lose.

Between his weak bond with the raptor who had not seen him in three years, and the inevitable eruption, it seemed unlikely he would return from this expedition in one piece. If at all.

Loki was sent with a far smaller team to retrieve Delta, which they claimed was due to her limitations after being bitten by the Indominus. The velociraptor recognized Loki, but was untrusting until he played back raptor calls Gabriel had recorded years ago. But Eli Mills wasn't interested in saving both Delta and Blue, particularly when Blue was in better physical condition. Both Delta and Loki were tranquilized, and a blood sample of Delta was taken before Mills' team left them behind.

He and Delta had been stranded near the old docks where the ferries used to be stored when not in use. It had been part of a PR campaign for safety, having the ferries overhauled to be operated with extreme ease in case of an emergency. They also required little gas and were largely solar powered. It was still an extremely narrow escape, and Loki had barely managed to get the boat running before the dock was all but destroyed. Delta was given treats until she could be coaxed into one of the large cages that used to transport livestock for the carnivores. Loki didn't know how long they might be stranded on this boat, which could stop running after three years of sitting idle. If he ran out of treats, he'd be the only thing left for the raptor to eat.

To err on the side of precaution, Loki diverted the ferry to nearby Isla Muerta, which was also owned by InGen. It had never housed dinosaurs and had been abandoned after the incident in 2015, but it still had a basic facility for storage -- and a satellite phone.

Loki was not involved in the incident at the Lockwood manor, and seeks to help those illegally housing and protecting the dinosaurs unleashed in the country.

[crazy4tank]

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Toyota Motor Company has come a lengthy way since the introduction of its first-ever model, the Model AA in 1937. Throughout the many years, they have become the biggest carmaker in the world and solidified their particular place for producing affordable but top quality and reliable cars, along with hundreds of millions of Toyota automobiles sold worldwide.

Yet, the Japanese automotive large shows no signs of slowing, with Toyota's motorsport plus performance car brand Gazoo Racing making waves around the world by introducing one thrilling car after another, the newest being the particular 2022 Toyota GR eighty six, lining up alongside the particular GR Yaris and the lately revived Supra .

Toyota has was the test of time, and now we check out the models that had taken them to their rightful put in place being one of the greats within the automotive industry.

Corolla

With more than 45 million products sold, the Toyota Corolla will go down in history because the best-selling car in the world. 1st revealed to the world in 1966, it remains true to the roots as a reliable plus practical family saloon vehicle.

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The Corolla nameplate has gone through a number of major redesigns over the many years to stay at the top of its video game. And with gossips of a GR Corolla anticipated to come out by 2022 , the world's best-selling nameplate, just got even better.

Property Cruiser

From the nameplate that started as an utilitarian 4x4, only to evolve into one associated with today's best luxury Sports utility vehicles in the market , the Toyota Land Cruiser has gained a cult following all through its 60-year history simply by defining what an overall SUV should be; a serious oo-road fanatic that can go anywhere, however comfortable enough as a day-to-day commuter.

The particular Land Cruiser is one of Toyota's models that gave their particular reputation of producing cars along with rock-solid reliability. You can take this to the beaten path throughout the weekend for some off-road motion, and take it to work to the weekdays. This car will not let you down.

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Hilux

A pick-up gowns labeled by Top Equipment UK as indestructible , the Hilux nameplate will be the weapon of choice around the world to get a solid workhorse. Whether publish in harsh environments like fighting wars in the Middle Eastern, to carrying huge payloads in transporting goods, this particular formidable pick-up truck will certainly deliver.

The particular Hilux is now in its eighth-generation model called the Hilux Revo, and still retains its higher level of durability and dependability even through sustained make use of and abuse, continuing the legacy as one of the most dependable pick ups of all time.

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2000GT

Toyota entered the world of sports vehicles when they revealed the 2000GT in the 1960s as Japan's version of a grand tourer. It was a thing of beauty, one that could be compared to the Jaguar E-Types as well as the Aston Martin DB5s from the era, with a sleek plus sporty look with functionality to go with it.

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The car was produced famous by the James Bond film You Only Live Twice. With only 337 examples of this particular car were ever created, it's extremely rare plus expensive these days. But moreover, the 2000GT set the particular bar for Japanese sports activities cars that came right after it.

86

The 86, or the Hachi-Roku in Japanese, belongs within the iconic Toyota list since it arrived at a time where sports activities cars were increasingly becoming weightier and more powerful than ever, whilst being too technologically innovative, taking away the driver skill from the equation. It only experienced 200hp, but it had all of the ingredients of a pure sports vehicle; low middle of gravity, a 53/47 weight distribution, and rear-wheel-drive .

This particular car was a proof that Toyota could still build a thrilling car and bring the "waku-doki" feeling, a Japanese manifestation for "heart pumping, adrenaline racing" in such a small deal.

Supra

Created to compete against the likes from the Datsun 240Z during the show of its first-generation model, the particular Toyota Supra was relatively a spiritual successor towards the 2000GT nameplate. An inline-6 engine, FR layout, as well as a combination of luxury and overall performance were the ingredients that produced this car popular within motorsports and the aftermarket picture, particularly the A80 chassis.

The formula continued to be the same in the revival from the nameplate in 2018, along with Toyota collaborating with THE CAR in the development of the new design, the Supra just obtained even better, with excellent traveling dynamics added to this currently great car.

Prius

Toyota seems to be normally one step ahead of the competitors. Hybrids are coming out right and left in today's quest for efficiency plus eco-friendly mobility, but the Western carmaker has been doing this plus been successful since 1997 with all the Prius, the best-selling mass-produced hybrid of all time.

Combining excellent fuel effectiveness with Toyota reliability plus everyday practicality, the Prius is today's benchmark for a successful crossbreed car formula.

Celica GT-Four

The Toyota Celica GT-Four became popular within motorsports because of its huge achievement in the Group A period of rallying. Piloted with the likes of Didier Auriol, Carlos Sainz and Juha Kankkunen in its stint since Toyota's rally weapon, This earned 30 victories, four driver's titles, and two manufacturer's titles in just seven years of competition.

Much of the Celica GT-Four's characteristics became the motivation for the new Toyota GRMS Yaris, Toyota's latest road-going version of the Yaris WRC.

RAV4

Groundbreaking the start of the compact all terain SUV segment is the Toyota RAV4. Back then, consumers wished the cargo space, clearance, and four-wheel drive capabilities of the SUV, whilst being processed, comfortable, and as fuel-efficient being a compact saloon car.

Toyota did exactly that with the RAV4 in 1997, and it became a huge achievement worldwide. It was such a large hit that more than two decades and five major redesigns later, it is the world's best selling SUV, with more than 11 mil units sold.

Lexus LS400

And final but not the least, we have the vehicle that started off a trend and brought Lexus in order to its place as Japan's most successful luxury brand, the particular LS400.

The vehicle boasted extraordinary levels of processing and advanced technology unheard of throughout its time. When it has been revealed in 1989, clients of luxury brands such as Mercedes-Benz and BMW had been willing to trade in their vehicles just to get their hands on one of those.

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Power Rangers Feral Kingdom

Long ago an ancient civilization called Nalima lived in peace with a collection of gigantic mechanical animals powered by special Animal Gems. However a group of monsters called the Grorgs rose from the pollution of civilization. A group of warriors drew power from the mighty beasts and drove the threat back but at the cost of their lives. During the final battle many Animal Gems were scattered. Mourning those lost in the many battles Queen Zu rose their island into the clouds to escape the chaos and placed her people and herself into a deep slumber. Now pollution has revived the Grorgs and made them even stronger. The queen awakens and takes notice of the situation. She knows her own people lack the knowledge of the modern world and would be unable to handle the intense pollution, so in desperation she sends out five Animal Gems to find people strong in heart body and spirit who love the wild beasts as much as they love their own. King of the Beasts! Red Feral Ranger- Ricardo- A veterinarian who loves caring for animals. He was in the process of rescuing a stray dog when he found the Red Lion Gem and was transported to Nalima along with the dog (Queen Zu takes the dog in and makes it her royal pet).- Ricardo has possession of the Lion, Gorilla and Falcon Animal Gems- Armed with Feral Sword and Lion Claw as well as Falcon Bow Predator of the Deep! Blue Feral Ranger- Phillip- A young marine biologist, he was in the middle of a dive when he found the Blue Shark Gem and was transported to Nalima- Phillip has possession of the Shark and Giraffe Animal Gems- Armed with Feral Sword and Shark Slashers Striker of the Sky! Yellow Feral Ranger- Susan- An animal rights protestor who was in the middle of a protest at a laboratory accused of animal testing. The protest turned violent and she fled when she found the Yellow Eagle Gem and was transported to Nalima- Susan has possession of the Eagle, Polar Bear and Brown Bear Animal Gems - Armed with Feral Sword and Eagle Dagger Juggernaut of the Savannah! Black Feral Ranger- Jack- A game warden he had just finished arresting some poachers when he found the Black Bison Gem and was transported to Nalima.- Jack has possession of the Bison, Rhino and Armadillo Animal Gems- Armed with Feral Sword and Bison Ax Tracker of the Jungle! White Feral Ranger- Jessica- Because her parents owned a zoo she grew up around animals. One day while tending to the animals she found the White Tiger Animal Gem and was transported to Nalima- Jessica has possession of the Tiger, Elephant and Deer Animal Gems- Armed with Feral Sword and Tiger Baton

Howling Hunter! Silver Feral Ranger-  Derek- During a hike he took shelter in a cave to get out of a storm and found the remains of a Grorg warrior who had stolen a trio of Animal Gems, the warrior’s cursed mask attached itself to Derek turning him into the warrior until the other Rangers free him - Derek has possession of the Wolf, Hammerhead and Alligator Animal Gems- Armed with Wolf Staff

Feral Megazord- Formed from the Lion, Shark, Eagle, Bison and Tiger Feral Zords.

Lion- Torso Shark/Tiger- Arms Eagle- Head Bison- Legs

Feral Stampede Megazord- Formed from the Gorilla, Brown Bear, Black Bear, Rhino and Armadillo Feral Zords Gorilla- Head and torso Bears- Arms Rhino/Armadillo- Legs

Feral Hunter Megazord- Formed from the Wolf, Hammerhead and Alligator Feral Zords Wolf/Hammerhead- Arms Alligator- Body, legs and head

Feral Flight Megazord- Formed from the Falcon, Deer, Giraffe, Rhino and Armadillo Feral Zords Falcon- Torso, head, wings Deer/Giraffe- Arms Rhino/Armadillo- Legs

Feral Spirit Megazord- Formed from the Liger, Saw Shark, Condor, Buffalo and Jaguar Feral Zords. This megazord was used by the ancient warriors to fend off the Grorgs and when the battle was done the Gems were nearly shattered. For centuries they rested in a special chamber in the royal palace until the current team needed their aid.

Liger- Torso Saw Shark/Jaguar- Arms Condor- Head Buffalo- Legs

Most Feral Zords can combine with any existing Megazord to give their power and weapons, such as the Elephant Feral Zord adding a sword and shield to whatever Megazord it joins with.

Morphers- Feral Morphers, hand held devices Morphing Call- Wake the animal within! Morphing- The Animal Gems grow around the rangers glowing as the person unites with the animal until the gem shatters revealing the ranger in their suit

Power Rangers Chrono Kingdom: A time traveling criminal escapes to the period when the Grorg first rose and attacked the kingdom of Nalima and the two teams must defeat them before they change history.

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