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newsnigeria · 2 years

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Èṣù historical records, narratives and facts of history. - #EsuIsNotSatan

We may not have this issue in our country Trinidad and Tobago but we support our brothers and sisters who may have this challenge Nigeria and the world may Esu hear our call and fix this situation. ABORU ABỌYE ÀBÓSÍSE I AM AWO AWOSANMI ADEWALE SANGODELE ATINUMO HEAD OF THE TEMPLE ILE ÌJÓSÌN ABALAYE OFUN IKA OF TRINIDAD AND TOBAGO ESU IS NOT SATAN ESU IS NOT SATAN ESU IS NOT SATAN ESU YOU ARE THE IMOLE THAT WE CALL UPON TO BRING BALANCE TO ALL OUR TRADITIONAL WORKS A-bá-ni-wá-ọ̀ràn-bá-ò-rí-dá: Who is He? Ẹlẹ́jẹ̀lú Ọbasìn Láarúmọ̀ Ajọ́ńgọ́lọ̀ Ọba Ọ̀dàrà Onílé Oríta Ọba nílé Kétu Ẹlẹ́gbára Ọ̀gọ Olóògùn Àjíṣà Láàlú Ògiri Òkò Láàlù Bara Ẹlẹ́jọ́ Láaróyè Ẹbọra tí jẹ́ Látọpa These are the other names that belongs to Èṣù! Now, who is Èṣù Láàlù Ẹlẹ́gbára Ọ̀gọ? Èṣù is a prominent primordial Divinity (a delegated Irúnmọlẹ̀ sent by the Olódùmarè) who descended from Ìkọ̀lé Ọ̀run, and the Chief Enforcer of natural and divine laws - he is the Deity in charge of the law enforcement and orderliness. Èṣù is so influencing, powerful, ever relevant, and ubiquitous to the extent of having every day of the whole four-day (ancient/traditional) Yorùbá week as his day of worship (Ọjọ́ Ọ̀ṣẹ̀) unlike all other Irúnmọlẹ̀s and Òrìṣàs (primordial Divinities and deified Ancestors cum Spirits); "ọjọ́ gbogbo ni ti Èṣù Ọ̀darà". This controversial cognomen; A-bá-ni-wá-ọ̀ràn-bá-ò-rí-dá (He-who-creates-problems-for-the-innocent) comprehensively explains how pervasive the complexity of the mischief and the level of the misunderstanding of the exact nature of this highly unpredictable Deity called Èṣù Ọba Ọ̀dàrà (who especially had his abode at crossroads) across all the strata of our society in general and spiritual communities in particular. Èṣù is a very temperamental Deity in the pantheon of Yorùbá Deities, and the embodiment of two-edged swords approach to every and all issues. He is a very skillful Divinity who always does his work and performed his duties effectively in exceptional circumstances and extremely extraordinary ways. He is actually a Personification of Mischief; he is the one who teaches everybody that there are always two sides or more to every issue. And this primordial spirit did superb things! He balanced and created directions. Èṣù is so necessary to an ordered life! Èṣù is the real Messenger not only to the Olódùmarè but also to the other Irúnmọlẹ̀s/Òrìṣàs. He is also the intermediary between Ajoguns (evil spirits) to the Irúnmọlẹ̀s/Òrìṣàs and the ẹ̀dá èèyàn (human beings); he is the one who distributes, and also supervises the distribution of sacrifices (ẹbọ) to the Ajoguns; always. Èṣù is always in the middle of divergent world forces. He controls and regulates the two extremes - the world of happiness, joy, and fulfillment, as well as the arena of destruction, hopelessness, and sorrow. Èṣù always demands from those who have to give to those who demanded it within the premises of sacrifices, rituals, and propitiation. He maintains the delicate balance of good and bad - just and unjust. He protects towns and villages, Priests and Priestess (àwọn Ẹlẹ́gùn - tí wọ́n ní ẹ̀rẹ́ ní Ìpàkọ́, and Devotees and Awos against evil machinations. And he always favours those that performed the necessary and appropriate sacrifices (ẹbọs) and other forms of rituals; "ẹni tó bá rúbọ l'Èṣù ń gbè"! On this, Ifá says in Ọ̀yẹ̀kú Òtúrúpọ̀n (Ọ̀yẹ̀kú-bàtúrúpọ̀n): Orí eṣinṣin ò níná Afì-ínìn-ín Afì-ọ́hùn-ún Ìrù ẹṣin ò gbébìkan A dífá fún Bèlèké Òkú Ìgbọ̀nná Ọmọ olówó ẹyọ Èṣù kóre wá Ẹlẹ́gbára kóbi lọ Bèlèké darí ọrọ̀ ṣáwo nílé The housefly head bears no louse It swings back It swings fort The horsetail swings pendulum-like Cast Ifá divination for Bèlèké Dead man in the city of Ìgbọ̀nná The owner of cowries Èṣù bring blessings Ẹlẹ́gbára chase away evils Bèlèké ushered wealth to the household of initiates. Èṣù Láàlù is a bosom friend, working partner, confidant, and close associate of Ọ̀rúnmìlà Baraà mi Àgbọnnìrègún, the one who practices and teaches Ifá - an esoteric language of Olódùmarè (containing the divine message of life) through a very complex divinatory system, and who also teaches wisdom. Ifá says in Ọ̀ṣá Ogbè (Ọ̀ṣálogbè): Bí a bá rí ọlọ́rọ̀ ẹni Ṣọ̀rọ̀-ṣọ̀rọ̀ ni àá dà A dífá fún Ọ̀rúnmìlà Ifá yí ò ma ṣe awo pẹ̀lú Èṣù Ọba Ọ̀dàrà This is why the Babaláwos in the very ancient city of Ilé Ifẹ̀ used to praise Ọ̀rúnmìlà Baraà mi Àgbọnnìrègún as "Mòpó Ẹlẹ́jẹ̀lú" - the friend of the one who always loves animal blood. Èṣù Láàlù left Ilé Ifẹ̀ and went to orílé Kétu where he actually enjoyed a large following and devotees, and he was very famous and popular with the king of the ancient city (now in the Republic of Benin). He was later chased out of Kétu in controversial circumstances after his public fight with the monarch of the city - the Alákétu and returned back to Ilé Ifẹ̀ from where he later went to Ilé Adó Èkìtì to be living with Ọ̀rúnmìlà Baraà mi Àgbọnnìrègún, and both of them eventually returned to Òkè Ìtaṣẹ̀ in Ilé Ifẹ̀. Here, Ifá says in Ọ̀wọ́rínṣogbè (Ọ̀wọ́rín - Ogbè): Ìdúró ni wọ́n fi ohun odó fún odó Ìbẹ̀rẹ̀ ni wọ́n fi ohun ọlọ fún ọlọ A dífá fún Èṣù Ọ̀darà Yóò fọ́ orí Alákétu Ohun tí ẹ bá rí Ẹ fún Èṣù Kí Èṣù ó gbà Kó lọ Ohun ẹ rí Ẹ f'Éṣù

Èṣù historical records, narratives and facts of history

Curiously, some educated Babaláwos, and for reasons best known to them are now busy themselves with the disgusting project of changing historical records and narratives and facts of history by asserting falsely that a particular terrorist/bandit and a mere historical figure who goes by the nickname, "Èṣù" is the "one and the same" our dear primordial Divinity popularly known as Èṣù Láàlù Ẹlẹ́gbára Ọ̀gọ - Ẹbọra tí jẹ́ Látọpa. After the crushing defeat of the Ìlọrins at Òṣogbo in 1840 and Ìbàdàn ascendancy, the Ìlọrins ventured no more into the Ọ̀yọ́ provinces, except for the little help they endeavoured to give to the Ìbàdàns during the Batedo war, by attempting to besiege Ògbómọ̀ṣọ́, which ended disastrously for them. They appeared now to have recovered somewhat from their military depression, at least sufficiently to essay aggressive warfare into the Ẹ̀fọ̀n Districts. A man called Èṣù, a native of Ìyè, a town between Ilémoso and Eluku who had been a slave at Ìlọrin was redeemed by one Lálẹ́yẹ for 12 heads of cowries, the later also redeemed one Òní for 25 heads of cowries and gave her to him as a wife. Èṣù, however, turned out to be a ne'er do well of a roving disposition, unfit for any trade. He left Ìlọrin and settled first at Ẹ̀gbẹ̀ then Ìtagi and finally at Ìṣàn, leading a predatory life in those regions, kidnapping peaceful traders, sparing none, and was particularly hard on the Ìlọrin traders. In that way he became a person of some importance in those parts; hence the Ìlọrins were now resolved upon capturing him alive. Finding himself obnoxious to the Ìlọrins, he hastily declared his allegiance to the Ìbàdàns their great antagonist. Through the assistance of Olúòkun, a distinguished Ìbàdàn gentleman residing at Ìlá Ọ̀ràngún, he received an introduction to the Baṣọ̀run Olúyọ̀lé of Ìbàdàn (then living) who received him cordially, and in dismissing him, gave him a war standard and commended him to the care of Yemọja, his tutelary Deity, Olúyọ̀lé, being a very Orisa minded man in his own way. In his incursions, Èṣù never forgot his patron, for, during the Baṣọ̀run's lifetime, he continually sent him slaves and booty in his raids. After the death of Baṣọ̀run Olúyọ̀lé, the Ìlọrins were resolved to besiege Èṣù at Òpìn where he then was. Ali, the brave Balógun of Ìlọrin was entrusted with this expedition. He sought the alliance of the Ìbàdàn chiefs, as the relation between Èṣù and Ìbàdàn was only a personal one with the late Baṣọ̀run; and besides, the Ìbàdàns were somewhat under an obligation to Ìlọrins for assisting them in the futile siege of Ògbómọ̀ṣọ́ during the late Batedo war, but as a matter of fact in order to forestall his opponent. Although any pretext however small was quite sufficient as an excuse for the Ìbàdàns to mobilize, in this case only a junior war chief named Kòlọ́kọ́ with a small force was sent to represent the Ìbàdàns. For three years, Òpìn held out heroically and was nearly baffled by the prowess of Ali when a sudden accident occurred which extinguished their hopes. Aganga Adoja, a noble citizen was the hero of the town; one-night Aganga was inspecting his magazine with a naked lamp in hand when suddenly a terrific explosion was heard and the hopes of Òpìn with her heroic defender perished together in a moment. Èṣù escaped to Ìṣàn, thence to Ọyẹ́, and then to Ìkọ̀lé. These places were taken one after another as Èṣù was being pursued to be taken alive. He escaped finally to Ìjẹ̀lú, a place fortified by nature against primitive weapons of warfare, situated on a high hill, and surrounded for a mile on all sides by a thorny hedge and thickets, it was impenetrable to the Ìlọrins horse. Ire ni o! Reference: The History of the Yorùbás by The Rev. Samuel Johnson. Aderemi Ifaolepin Aderemi (Olúwo Ifáòleèpin) The Founder and Chief Coordinating Officer Society for the Ifá Practice in Nigeria (SIPIN) Read the full article

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bicountyinsurance · 2 years

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Tips To Buy Life Insurance in Stronghurst and Oquawka, IL

The increasing lifespan across developed countries is no guarantee of living up to 100 years of age. One's life can be snuffed out instantly, and there are no guarantees here. Planning for the future becomes essential when one considers mortality. Multiple family members depend on a single individual financially, more often than not. It is necessary to consider their future when one is not around. The best possible way to ensure financial well-being for one's family is to buy life insurance in Stronghurst and Oquawka, IL. Making an informed decision is the right way to proceed, as the number of current life insurance policies may add to the confusion and cause one to invest incorrectly. The first thing that one must consider is the types of insurance plans in existence. Sure, no single plan can fulfill all desires, but an aspirant customer can opt to buy several add-ons termed as riders to make the coverage more attuned to the purpose. Just as no two individuals can be alike physically and temperamentally, life insurance policies are also varied. Sure, it is different strokes for different folks, but the insurance companies are ready with multiple types of policies that cater to different sections of the population. One may check out the following closely to make the right decision to be covered by a life insurance plan:- · Whole Life Insurance · Term Life Insurance · Universal Life Insurance Aspects to consider · Requirement- It is advisable to delve deep into one's heart to understand the present and future needs perfectly. Taking note of one's income and the extent of financial dependence by the family members, one can assess the future expenses to an extent, particularly after the breadwinner's premature death. Estimating the need can help one to calculate the amount of coverage required. This makes it easy to check various plans and find the most suitable one. · Comparison- It makes sense to compare multiple insurance policies. While every carrier is sure to provide several life insurance policies, it is advisable to check different insurance companies to compare the pros and cons of each plan. Younger individuals find it beneficial to opt for a term policy that remains good for a specific period. Whole life insurance is a little more expensive but provides excellent benefits. It also incurs a cash value that can be taken as a loan if required in the interim. · Affordability- Insurance companies often try to convince individuals to buy extensive coverage that comes with a heavy monthly premium. However, it would be foolhardy to buy an insurance cover that requires one to spend more than the sum that one can afford. Cost is a major criterion to consider when buying life insurance. Investing in an insurance policy that will not burden the insured person is important. It would be wise to check the claim settlement history of a carrier before finalizing the decision to buy life insurance in Stronghurst and Oquawka, IL.

#Life Insurance in Stronghurst and Oquawka IL

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ravynous · 2 years

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i think, therefore i am。

▌|﹫ᅠcharacter/s ⦂ la signora ▌| ⌕ᅠ description ⦂ meet la signora, a soloist known for her powerful vocals and risqué concepts. ▌| #ᅠ warning/s ⦂ none ▌| ➛ᅠpinned comment ⦂ fanart, hyuna, hyolyn, sunmi, triple h, billie eilish, carmen by bizet; this is platonic ▌| ≡ ᅠlink/s ⦂ masterlist, more idol au! – inferno, dreamscapes

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Former stage name: Carmen (from her former company, Celestia Labels)

Rosalyne-Kruzchka Lohefalter pursued higher education in Sumeru Academy and graduated with a Bachelor of Arts in International Relations and Diplomacy. There, she met her current lover, Rostam, who took a BA in Political Science.

She was initially scouted by a company representative from Celestia Labels to become a model. The higher-ups had other plans, and made her debut as a solo artist, with the song “Ashen Heart” – narrating her experience of allowing her emotions to drive her actions, ultimately leading to bad decisions.

The company knew of her relationship with Rostam but forbade her from ever letting the public find out. The couple kept it under wraps, until a former friend and fellow idol – Venti of GNOS7IC – accidentally mentioned them on a live interview. This led to a fallout between the two. After weeks of media outlets attempting to get a statement from Celestia Labels and Rosalyne, it was announced that her contract would be terminated, and she promptly left.

She signed into a new company, Zapolyarny Entertainment, and re-debuted in a co-ed sub-unit with two other idols – a younger well-rounded trainee, Tartaglia; and a short feisty rapper, Scaramouche. Thus, Rosalyne received a new stage name, “La Signora”.

FATUI–MƎ’s discography revolves around three characters: the Marionette (Scaramouche), the Monarch (La Signora), and the Mercenary (Tartaglia). Their songs are fantasy-themed, but heavily implies social issues present in their society.

“The title of Marionette truly fits you, Scaramouche. Both of you are of small stature.”

“Shut up, Signora.”

Tartaglia later left the company but kept in touch with both of his former group members. Their group chat was named “Triple Threat”, courtesy of Tartaglia. Rosalyne is seen as the elder sister figure (Scaramouche had changed her nickname to “Bossy Hag”, while Signora changed his to “Temperamental Shrimp”), though she constantly orders them to fetch her food. Scaramouche is the rebellious younger brother; he still complies with Signora’s wishes while complaining. Tartaglia is the youngest, and used to plot elaborate pranks with Scaramouche’s manager, Il Dottore.

As of now, Rosalyne performs solo, occasionally featuring Scaramouche in her music videos.

Fandom name: Royals

la signora:

Manager? More like an indentured servant (/j). La Signora’s the only known idol who proudly went public with her relationship, after leaving Celestia Labels. This brings more trouble to the table – for you – because the press is constantly hounding you to let them interview Signora.

She values competence, orderliness, and critical thinking. Working under Signora is absolutely tiring, because she wants the best – for herself and for her fans. Your table is filled with invites to variety shows and product advertisements. Compiling information about each one takes most of your time, so her schedule ends up perfect.

Signora shows her gratitude in her own ways. Wads of cash on your birthday, meals after a particularly tiring week, and a fully paid car when you followed her to her new company.

You’ll hear constant orders, but never has she laid a hand on you nor insulted you. Once you become closer, expect teasing remarks about how haggard you look when you arrive at work.

“This world cannot be cleansed from filth that has built up throughout the generations. But I believe that you will remain by my side, to shed light on the rotten fools that rooted themselves in this industry.”

▌| ⚠︎ ᅠby RAVYNOUS — please do not copy, edit, screenshot, or repost any of my works. Likes and reblogs are appreciated.

#ꮺ ravy.writes #genshin impact #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x y/n #genshin x reader #la signora x reader #signora x reader

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northernmariette · 3 years

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The Ideal Wife of the Napoleonic Era

Madame Campan, Marie-Antoinette’s former chambermaid, ran a very successful school for girls after the fall of the Monarchy. Among her pupils was the future wife of Marshal Davout, Aimée Leclerc. Teacher and pupil continued to write each other until Madame Campan’s death many years later.

Shortly after Aimée’s marriage to Davout, Madame Campan writes her:

Croyez-vous qu'un mari puisse jamais être infidèle quand il trouvera réuni dans sa femme de la grâce et de la simplicité dans les manières, du goût dans sa parure mais de la modestie dans la mise et de l'économie dans la dépense; quand elle aura veillé le matin aux plus petits détails d'ordre dans sa maison, inspecté jusqu'à la propreté qui y est nécessaire, et que le soir elle recevra ses amis avec empressement, égards et politesse; quand elle entretiendra son jugement par des lectures utiles, et partagera son temps entre l'aiguille et le crayon; quand elle n'aura jamais de caprices, connaîtra les prérogatives des hommes et se réservera seulement le droit modeste et aimable de la représentation? Il faudrait un être odieux pour n'être pas sûre de son bonheur.

Do you believe that any husband could ever be unfaithful when he finds united in his wife grace and simplicity in her manners, taste in her attire, but modesty in her appearance, and thriftiness in her expenditures; when in the morning she will have attended to the smallest details of tidiness in her home, inspected the cleanliness that is requisite within it, and when in the evening she will welcome her friends with eagerness, regard, and courtesy; when she will nurture her judgment through useful readings, and divide her time between the needle and the pencil; when she will never be temperamental, will be ever aware of the privileges of men, and will only retain the modest and amiable right of representation? It would take an odious being [as one’s husband] to be uncertain of her own happiness.

https://www.google.de/books/edition/Le_mar%C3%A9chal_Davout/WrkFAAAAQAAJ?hl=de&gbpv=1&dq=Marechal+Davoust+valse&pg=PA42&printsec=frontcover , p.143

So there you have it, the secret to wedded bliss for the wife during Napoleon’s time. One must be modestly but tastefully dressed, simple, thrifty, attentive to the smooth running of the household, a welcoming, courteous hostess, a reader of useful books (no novels!), occupying her free time with needlework and drawing, not given to temperamental demands, and ever mindful of men’s superior rights and of the need to make them look good. If you have all these qualities, only a monster will be unfaithful and cause you to be unhappy. The results are guaranteed!

But Madame Campan goes on to reassure Aimée that General Davout has an excellent reputation and is as far from being an odious being as can be conceived.

#napoleonic era #napoleonic history #aimee davout #louis-nicolas davout #madame campan

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nparadox · 2 years

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Ce am invatat despre mine in ultimul timp?

Astazi mi s-a propus sa fac un exercitiu util, un exercitiu de sinceritate si de realizare a unor lucruri. Printre lacrimile din ultimele zile, momente grele, durere, dar si un vid interior, am fost intrebat ce am invatat eu despre mine in ultimul timp. Ciudat e ca m-am tot intrebat singur asta, dar am evitat sa dau un raspuns.

Asadar, ce am invatat despre mine in ultimul timp?

Sunt atatea lucruri, incat mi-e frica ca o sa le pierd sirul si sigur o sa uit ceva.

Am invatat ca inima mea detine o sursa aproape interminabila de iubire, care, atunci cand este ingrijita, poate pompa si pentru doi, chiar daca nu e chiar intotdeauna sanatos. Am invatat ce inseamna o iubire asumata, sincera, dar si provocatoare. Port in inima o iubire de care nu stiam ca sunt capabil.

Am invatat ca intotdeauna este loc de mai bine, dar si ca totul are o limita. Am invatat sa descopar cand trebuie sa las spatiu si sa tac, dar si cand sa imbratisez si sa alung toate gandurile rele. Am invatat glume si replici noi, dar si o pasiune de care nu ma asteptam sa ma tina prea mult timp. Am invatat sa pretuiesc o prietenie, dar si sa lupt pana la abis pentru a o mentine.

De altfel, am invatat ca am o putere imbatabila atunci cand sunt motivat, cand iubesc. Oboseala isi pierde din efect, eforturile ce pareau altadata eforturi au devenit mici sarcini, iar ochii, ochii nu mint. Am observat ca viata nu este doar formata din provocari si obstacole, iar tinandu-ma de mana, le putem depasi fara probleme. Ochii mei au privit si privesc cu jind, cu dorinta, cu respect si onoare. Ochii mei deseori inocenti s-au dat de gol, iar toti mi-au vazut privirea.

Am invatat ce inseamna DRS, rabdarea, fatalitatile, cum sa treci granita fraudulos, gustul calamarilor, dulceaga sangria, ca pot fi Printul din Dubai, dar si efectul razelor de luna asupra cizmelor de guma.

Ce m-a invatat iubirea in ultimul timp este ca deseori consistenta si constanta sunt niste lucruri care pot fi oferite atat de usor, atat de natural. Am invatat sa asigur, sa reasigur, prin metode diferite de prezenta mea, dorinta mea, aprecierea mea. Am invatat sa fiu si mai asumat, dar si matur. Am invatat sa rad, sa zambesc si sa cresc.

Am invatat sa fiu natural, sa ma adaptez si sa fiu comunicativ. Sa spun cand ma doare, sa spun cand imi doresc ceva, sa nu-mi fie rusine de sentimentele mele. Am invatat sa iubesc, sa construiesc si sa conduc cu o esarfa la ochi. Am invatat sa ies din zona mea de confort, sa descopar si sa fiu descoperit, centimentru cu centimetru.

Am invatat si observat ca ma tin de ce spun in cuvinte, de ce am promis. Sa muncesc, sa imping si sa lupt. Am invatat ca sunt un om intelegator, de cuvant si uneori pot simti starile celuilalt si sa incerc sa il ajut in acel sens. Am invatat ca deseori imi doresc prea mult si pun presiune care nu e neceara. Am invatat ca uneori dragostea nu este suficienta, iar acest lucru nu este un lucru atat de rau.

Am invatat, ca se poate munci impreuna, chiar daca sunteti firi diferite, temperamente diferite.

Am invatat ca viata e colorata, in culori frumoase de primavara, de vara. Am invatat sa ofer flori, sa caut zambetul, sa aud un raset. Am invatat ce inseamna victoria, dar si infrangerea. Am invatat sa accept un compliment fara sa cred ca e o minciuna. Am invatat ca uneori nu este o lupta in doi, in echipa, ci exista si lupte individuale.

Am invatat sa privesc in ochi, sa tin de mana, sa ma las sa fiu tinut de mana si sa merg inainte, umar la umar. Am invatat ca intotdeauna pot descoperi lucruri noi la mine, lucruri de care nici nu stiam ca sunt legat.

Am invatat ca pot sa fiu si eu iubit de cineva, macar acum.

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tabellae-rex-in-sui · 3 years

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After his falling out with Fritz, Voltaire used the name "Luc" to refer to him in letters. This was to avoid the possibility of anyone intercepting the mail and recognizing it to be about Frederick. He used "Luc" as it was also the name of his temperamental pet monkey, and the word "cul" (ass) spelt backwards. It's used in over 100 of his letters to friends, but I selected some of my favorites which really show how strongly V could hold a grudge and that he never really forgave Fritz for Frankfurt... (The odd spelling is all V's. 1700s inconsistent spellings and all that)

"Dieu mercy nos affaires vont bien en Hesse, et le Roy de Prusse à eu sur les oreilles dans une rencontre assez rude. Les Russes avancent. Luc sera matté [maté?]. Je me meurs d'envie de le voir humilié."

(“Thank God our affairs are going well in Hesse, and the King of Prussia had to deal with a rather rough encounter. The Russians are advancing. Luc will be subdued. I'm dying to see him humiliated.")

- Voltaire to Comte d’Argental, 23 June 1759

"Je me mêle de plaire à l'autocratrice de touttes les Russies. Il me faut une impératrice au moins dans mes intérêts, car je ne peux en conscience aimer Luc. Ce roy n'a pas une assez belle âme pour moy. Il me semble que M. le duc de Choiseuil le connaît bien. Je vous demande en grâce mon cher ange de souhaitter au moins qu'il soit puni."

("I try to please the autocratress of all the Russias. I need an Empress at least in my interests, because I cannot in conscience love Luc. This king doesn't have a pretty enough soul for me. It seems to me that the Duc de Choiseuil knows him well. I beg you in grace, my dear angel, to wish at least that he is punished.")

- Voltaire to Comte d’Argental, 29 June 1759

"Je n'aime point Luc, il s'en faut baucoup. Je ne lui pardonnerai jamais ny son infâme procédé avec ma nièce, ny la hardiesse qu'il a de m'écrire deux fois par mois des choses flatteuses sans avoir jamais réparé ses torts. Je désire baucoup sa profonde humiliation, le châtiment du pécheur; je ne sçai si je désire sa damnation éternelle."

("I do not like Luc, far from it. I will never forgive him nor his infamous behavior with my niece, nor his boldness in writing flattering things to me twice a month without ever having righted his wrongs. I very much desire his deep humiliation, the punishment of the sinner; I do not know if I desire his eternal damnation.")

— Voltaire to Comte d'Argental, 19 August 1759

"Luc se débat violemment mais Luc périra, je vous en réponds. C'est un autre fou dangereux, et c'est bien dommage."

("Luc struggles violently but Luc will perish, I tell you. He's another dangerous madman, and that's a shame")

- Voltaire to d’Alembert, 15 October 1759

"Luc est toujours Luc, très embarrassé, et n'embarrassant pas moins les autres, étonnant l'Europe, l'appauvrissant, l'ensanglantant, et faisant des vers, et m'écrivant quelquefois les choses du monde les plus singulières"

("Luc is still Luc, very embarrassed, and embarrassing others no less, astonishing Europe, impoverishing it, bloodying it, and writing verses, and sometimes writing to me the most singular things of the world")

- Voltaire to the his niece, the Marquise de Florain, 24 November 1759

Denial bonus:

"Je vous parle rarement de Luc, parce que je ne pense plus à lui: cependant, s'il était capable de vivre tranquille et en philosophe, et de mettre à écraser l' infâme la centième partie de ce qu'il lui en a coûté pour faire égorger du monde, je sens que je pourrais lui pardonner"

(“I rarely speak to you about Luc, because I no longer think of him: however, if he were able to live quietly, as a philosopher, and put to crushing the infamous with one hundredth of what it has cost him to cut the throats of the world, I feel I could forgive him")

- Voltaire to d’Alembert, 15 September 1762

#''I nO lOnGeR tHiNk Of HiM''#that hits different after youve spent all day sorting through letters where he mentions Fritz #they were consistent and numerous. all throughout the 7YW #i have anotger batch i wanna translate #that focus on his reaction to Fritz' loss at Kolín #which are equally cruel crvhkzn #but the excerpts i chose are longer so im still working on them #Voltaire #Frederick the Great

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the-witches-you-couldnt-burn · 3 years

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It's final

Dedicated to my best friend K, who exclusively reads angst (yes I know she is crazy).

Warnings: domestic disputes, panic attacks & mental breakdowns.

Ao3

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“Why are you such a fucking bitch?”

She froze, her anger steeled within her. Their argument was abruptly silenced, both tempers flaring high enough to threaten the heavens. Heaving breaths from their vocal exertions became louder than their previous yelling. A pang of fear struck her heart as she wonders whether the neighbours had heard them and called the police for a domestic dispute.

Marinette was furious. She wasn’t a saint during this war of words, and had said somethings she shouldn’t have. She had started this argument with the intentions of lessening his reckless behaviour, but ended up stating in anger that his mother would be stopping his behaviour too. That line lead to his outburst and the state they were in now.

Cheeks flushed red, particles of perspiration dotted their skin, bodies wound with tension. She swiftly motioned towards the door, hand reaching to the knob. Jason grabbed her other wrist, deep seated sadness displayed over his features, immediately regretting his words spoken by ire. Her head tilted downwards, stubbornly refusing to meet his eyes.

“I didn’t mean it,” his voice cracked, any traces of rage had melted into sorrow.

“You never do, but it hurts the same.” She shook her arm, detaching his hand from her wrist. His grip was firm but unwilling to deny her, her free will. She picked up her purse, slinging the strap over her shoulder. The door opened, she could feel his stare on the back of his head. Her sigh filled the empty space, without turning she said, “I think it’s better that we seperate, we aren’t good for each other. I’m willing to keep up appearances with your family at the gala but then I’ll move my belongings to another apartment.”

She turned around, rushing into his embrace, tears shed from her eyes. A final hug goodbye. His stray tears raced down his cheeks to reach their raven hair finish line. He made no move to respond to her hug. Usually he’d have wrapped her in his arms, especially after an argument like this. But this one was different. This would be their last.

“Au revior, Jason.” She removed her body from his. It left him wanting to pull her back but it was as if his muscles had necrotic back to a corpse. His eyes flicked down to his invisible chains, begging his arms to move, to capture his lightning bug and never let her go. He looked back at her, she stood there, seemingly wanting him to say something, anything.

“I’m sorry.” His hoarse voice whispered, he desperately wanted to pepper her face with kisses and beg her to forgive a cretin like him. His voice broke as he uttered, “Please.”

Blue eyes met blue eyes. Marinette’s head shook slightly, non-verbally denying him. A bitter laugh escaped her mouth, she brought up her hand cover her crazed smile. “I’m sorry too.” She sobbed.

She rushed out the door, practically sprinting to the elevator. As the strong metal door closed, her sobbed echoed around the empty box. She broke down, months of fights and building tensions had weighed her down, her creativity had been primarily funnelled into ways she could improve her relationship. Il vaut mieux prévenir que guérir (It is better to prevent than to heal).

When the door closed Jason’s knees collapsed, a hollow echo resounded through the hallway. Their shared apartment would be no longer. No more hello, good bye kisses; no more delicious meals shared between the two; no more sleepy morning kisses. He looked down at his hands, clenched fists. A primal cry left his throat, he felt it to his core. He would have rather had his heart ripped out, he would have rather have died again, than to feel this pain.

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It was the night of the gala, only four days after their fight. Marinette had only come back to their condo once to collect some clothes and her sewing machine. Only the essentials were taken, the rest could be gathered by movers.

Jason was a wreck. He had worked multiple overtime shifts to avoid the festering wound that was his bleeding heart. Preparing for his family’s ball was tough, this would be the first time they would see each other since the argument. He sported a fresh haircut which was left messy, his white button down top hugged his muscles perfectly, was paired with a slate grey blazer and matching dress pants (both gifts from Marinette).

He was fiddling with his tie, the gala’s atmosphere was already suffocating due to insufferable and rich hotshots, and his tie decided that he didn’t need to breathe. Marinette didn’t care for appearances but knew his family lived under the watchful eye of the media, so she always made sure they were matching. But tonight, tonight he had no clue what she was wearing and had received no colour matching instructions, so he went with trusty rusty red. It was the first thing the fashionista made for him and he will always cherish it.

His eyes widened as he saw her enter. She wore a midnight silk black mermaid gown that had a chiffon overskirt that was black fading to blood red. Her hair was down and curled, a silver feather hair clip pinned back the left side of her hair, exposing her magnificent facial features. Cerulean eyes framed by dark painted lashes, scanned the room.

Her heart caught in her throat, she had entered the doors to the banquet hall. She came with the intention of saying her silent goodbyes to the family who had taken her in when she had no one else. She had been suffering in silence for the past few days, her only support system being the Wayne Clan, but couldn’t bring herself to tell them what had happened. She couldn’t do that to Jason, she wouldn’t make them choose between him and her, she dreaded to hear their answers. Resigning herself to reside in silence, she came here to keep up appearances then fade into obscurity, but she saw him and her breath died in her throat. He looked as handsome as the day she left him. She wiped her sweaty palms on her dress. She walked towards him; he spotted her and did the same. They met in the middle, on the dance floor.

“You look amazing Marinette.” He swallowed the urge to call her pixie, it hung heavy in his throat. He needed to create distance between them, that was the first advice in ‘How to be civil after a breakup’. During the silent nights, he delved into any written text that would give him refuge and advice.

“You too Jason.” The pit in his stomach grew, he should have known she would take the same path. Never would he hear ‘Jay’ or ‘Jayjay’ from her plump red lips again. His shoulders slumped a fraction before he shooed away his depressing thoughts.

Their conversing was viewed by many around the room. They were the odd couple of the family. Jason, despite his rich adoptive home worked in security and charity whilst Marinette was a hardworking fashionista who had built her own fashion empire. They were from two different worlds and only fate knew that they’d meet.

He bowed and held out a hand to her, a lopsided smiled danced across his face. She smiled sadly, she would miss her dork, she would miss his smile. Her hand brushed against his calloused palm, their fingers locked together. She hesitated before placing a hand on his shoulder, ‘just one dance’, she could do this.

His hand found her waist, warmth bloomed upon his cold skin. He was always cold since he died, only his temper had warmed him. But then he met her. Marinette was his warmth, she made him feel like he was a child again, bathing in Gotham’s rare sunlight. His lightning bug brought him warmth and he had lost it.

They swayed to the classic instrumental melody. Neither looked at each other as their bodies flowed, ‘it was just an act’, they chanted as a mantra within their minds. ‘It means nothing, soon this will be over’. It struck her, this would be the final time they would see each other. A quiet sob escaped her, she was unable to do anything to stop it.

Jason’s head snapped towards her, sweeping her away into a private garden. Between her weeping she apologised for the state she was in, hyperventilating soon after. Jason guided her to a bench and clasped her hands in his.

“Hey, hey! Mari look at me. Deep breaths in and out, ok?.” Screw creating distance, this was his girl, he will fight anyone who says otherwise. Marinette slowly began to wind down from her panic attack, eyes misty and her water-proof mascara blotchy but still intact. The temperamental man wiped her cheeks free from trails of liquid fright.

“I’m so sorry for everything Jason. I never should have said that thing about your mother, that was cruel. I can’t keep hurting the people I care about. I can’t keep you happy. I’m just not enough.”

Her cries broke down his own walls, exposing his vulnerability to the Gotham night. “Fuck the word enough. It’s synonyms: sufficient, ample and adequate, could never describe what you mean to me.” He pressed his forehead on her, blue eyes fluttering shut. “I’m not sure if any of us will ever be enough for anything. There’s no point in begging for it.”

“I hate goodbyes.” She whispered, lips inches from his. Their breaths mingled, cheeks flushing. The icy Gotham air whipped at their skin causing them to move closer to the other for sanctuary.

“Then let’s not make this one.” Fireworks. That’s what they felt when their lips connected. All of the week’s tension unraveled within this lip lock. Their teeth clashed and hands tugged at hair in desperation to close the distance between them. When she entered the gala tonight, she had been so ready to say, ‘adieu pour toujours,’ but was glad she didn’t need to.

C’est cela l’amour, tout donner, tout sacrifier sans es poir de retour. (This is love, giving it ones all, sacrificing everything without hope of it being returned.)

#maribat #mlb x dc #dc x mlb #Jasonette #Jason x Marinette #Marinette x Jason #angst #Marinette is no saint #things were said that they can never take back

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romeodamiano · 3 years

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── There’s a new day dawning in the perilous streets of New York City. Here you’ll find ROMEO D’AMIANO who is said to resemble Milo Ventimiglia, but is a 45 year old Crime Boss and Owner of Il Piacere swearing undying fealty to the D’AMIANO FAMILY. Upon meeting them, they are charming and hospitable. Do not be deceived, they are also secretive and calculating. After all, you cannot spell family without lies.

BASICS Name: Romeo D’Amiano └ Face Claim: Milo Ventimiglia Birthdate: July 8, 1976 └ Sign: Cancer Birthplace: New York City, NY Gender: Male └ Pronouns: He/Him Occupation: Owner of Il Piacere Italian restaurant; restaurateur & other investments └ Alleged: (Don) boss of the D’Amiano crime family Theme: Million Dollar Man / Lana Del Rey ♫ Quote: ❝ Behind every great fortune there is a crime. ❞ FAMIGLIA Father: TBU Mother: TBU Siblings: Giada D’Amiano (sister); APPEARANCE Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Brown Height: 5′10″ Build: Aging, athletic build PERSONALITY └ While Romeo’s father was a smart man, he was also a temperamental one. A witness to his father’s occasional outbursts, he was able to learn how not to be in many instances and has taken to a more reasonable approach to all aspects of life, but business especially. └ With so much money at stake in almost every endeavor, he has embraced the Commission’s demands for both peace and prosperity. Ambitious enough for the head seat, he’s more than happy for his even slice of the pie, but also more than willing to play the long game, both for himself, his family, and la famiglia. └ An observant boy grown into an observant man, he’s become something of a genius at reading people. This has come in handy in both business and love. Despite such shrewdness, he does have something of a sentimental streak, which his sister knows all too well.

└ Outside of business, he’s something of a romantic. He’s every bit as Italian as one might expect ─ a dancer, a singer, a lover of good food and fine wine, and one hell of a cook (even if he’ll never reach the heights of his own sister’s talents). BIOGRAPHY └ TBU WANTED CONNECTIONS └ Allies ─ sometimes you need friends, even in the underworld. └ Bloodline ─ at this point, who knows how many D’Amianos there are? └ Lovers ─ he’s an unabashed bachelor, much to his family’s chagrin. └ written by R.

#╟ character intro ─#fivefamiliesnyc;intro

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asedanaraka · 3 years

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Você pode falar perfeitamente o Yorùbá e saber todos os acentos ao escrevê-lo também. Mas se você não sabe como falar com bondade e amor ao seu irmão ou irmã, então, você não aprendeu nada. Você pode memorizar cada Oriki e cada ẹsẹ Odu do Corpus Literário de Ifá e saber como lançar uma adivinhação perfeita. Mas se você não sabe como tratar as pessoas e como superar suas formas destrutivas e negativas, você ainda é um novato no reino espiritual. Você pode conhecer cada dança e todas as músicas além de todos os protocolos de sua linhagem, Mas se você não pode andar por um caminho de paz e de alegria interior …. Isto então e apenas uma outra canção e uma outra dança. Você pode conhecer todos os rituais, cerimônias, e como fazer milhares de obras e trabalhos espirituais. Mas se você não pode viver o ritual da vida e viver as virtudes do òrìşà, Egun e seu Ori, então, você é um mero técnico, mas certamente não é um mestre espiritual. Você pode ter alguns títulos, os mais impressionantes, um ile, templo ou casa de culto para dez mil pessoas. Mas se você sentir a necessidade de degradar, controlar, manipular os outros ou ofendê-los enquanto eles estiverem em uma posição inferior, você será apenas mais um ego de criança impulsionando e tentando tirar proveito as custas dos outros. Você pode estar no culto do candomblé, do Lucumi, no culto yoruba tradicional Yoruba por toda a sua vida, mas se você acha que isso te faz melhor ou mais e perfeito do que alguém espiritualmente, então, você é um tolo, pois você não poderá reconhecer que nosso Ori é o nosso primeiro professor … E tem ele te ensinando a cada nascimento…. Você pode ser velho de anos e chamar a segurança social, mas se você ainda viver a vida como uma criança temperamental de 10 ou 15 você ainda terá que caminhar para chegar ao sacerdócio. Fale-me de Èşù quando você for capaz de fazer escolhas capacitadas e falar a verdade em palavras e atos. Fale-me de Ogun quando você for capaz de romper suas próprias ilusões, enfrentar seus medos, seus fracassos e corajosamente evoluir para manifestar o melhor de si. 🟠 Continua nos comentários 👇 (em Salvador, Bahia, Brazil) https://www.instagram.com/p/CPdnSjKnOoR/?utm_medium=tumblr

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conrad-x-odair · 3 years

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( tom hiddleston, 38, cismale, he / him, (November 18th) Was that CONRAD ODAIR? I heard a rumor they work for the FAUST family, but who knows for sure ? They can be a bit SULLEN & TEMPERAMENTAL, but I also heard they can be CHARISMATIC & HONORABLE. You’ll usually find them at THE PINT in their spare time, when they’re not being an BLACK MARKET GUNSMITH & CARCANOS. You may want to keep an eye on that one !

“ʏᴏᴜ’ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ? ɢᴏᴏᴅ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴠᴇ ꜱᴛᴏᴏᴅ ᴜᴘ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ”

- B A S I C -

Full Name: Conrad Barthelemy Odair Age: 38 Occupation: Black Market Gunsmith / Arm’s Dealer Frequented Locations: Port of Chicago, Tony’s Guns and Sporting Good, Cook’s Gun Range, Wolves, The Den, The Pint, Faust Manor Gang Affiliation: Faust Gang Role: Carcanos Birthday: November 18th Zodiac: Scorpio Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

- F A M I L Y -

Father: Edmund Odair (deceased) Mother: Ursula Harker-Odair (deceased) Sibling(s): Three younger sisters and a younger brother (22 - 36) Uncle: Patrick Harker (deceased) Children: 2 - Son, Ellis (7) & Daughter, Cora (3) Significant Other: Estranged Wife

- P E R S O N A L I T Y -

(+) Charismatic, Friendly, Amorous, Honorable, Persuasive (-) Pedantic, Neurotic, Temperamental, Resentful, Manipulative

- L I K E S / D I S L I K E S -

Globetrotting / Traveling

Hiking

Thrill Seeker - Reckless Driving (Need For Speed style), Cliff Climbing, B.A.S.E. Jumping, Skydiving, Free Soloing

Going to the gym

Going down to the shooting range

Tinkering with machinery and mechanics

Woodworking

Sketching

Day Drinking

Cooking

- B I O G R A P H Y -

Conrad was born in London, England and spent most of his earlier years there, alongside his four younger siblings and his parents, before eventually being sent to live in Chicago, IL.

His father, Edmund, owned a construction company and his mother, Ursula, was a housewife who also ran a hair salon side business from their home, so they weren’t exactly wealthy but they certainly got by just fine. His father’s company made pretty good money, more than enough to support the family of seven.

That, of course, changed when Conrad was fourteen. His father was tragically killed while on a job, when he accidentally lost his footing and fell from the eighth floor of a hotel he and his crew were in the process of building.

Edmund’s death devastated the family and it’s what inevitably tore them apart. Left with many bills and a lot of debt from her husband’s death and unable to cope with the stress of trying to support herself and her five children on her own meager salary, Ursula sent the oldest three of her children - Conrad and two of his sisters - to America, specifically Chicago, to live with her older brother, Patrick.

Life in America and with his uncle was...interesting and enlightening, to say the least, but by no means was it something he initially welcomed. As a young teenager, fresh of of mourning for his father and having just been shipped away by his mother - leaving him with the feeling of being abandoned by her - Conrad lost it. He developed severe anger, attachment and abandonment issues towards the world around him. He grew extremely close to his sisters, and oddly enough to his insanely strict uncle, but he had a hard time trusting anyone else outside of his now small family unit. He had very few friends and the friends he did have were not great influences.

He became unruly and reckless, daredevilling it through his teen years (and beyond) by chasing thrills and the accompanied adrenalin rush, while steadfastly ignoring all risks to himself and to others. He was a total speed demon and an acrophile (a lover of heights) - so he loved getting into his car and driving as fast as he possibly could, which resulted in a lot of reckless driving charges, and he would climb to the highest points of the city on dares from his friends just to spray paint stupid and immature messages where literally nobody else could see them - just to prove that he could and because he wasn’t afraid.

That wasn’t the only trouble he would get up to, however. He was often getting into fights, rebelling against every sort of authority figure who dared to try and curb his behavior, whilst acting impulsive and breaking many laws behind their backs by committing minor crimes like petty larceny and vandalism.

Conrad became a smug and very smart-assed delinquent and he reveled in it. Even getting arrested a few times and being forced under house arrest for six months and probation for another six, and having to serve community service didn’t deter his behavior - despite his uncle trying to beat some type of sense into his thick skull on many occasions.

It wasn’t until he got his first real job as a dockhand down at the Port of Chicago at 17 (forced upon him by his uncle), where he got introduced to the Faust gang and their illegal smuggling, that he learned to moderately quell his ‘I do what I want, when I want’ attitude. He eventually joined the gang, going through the initiation at 18.

He has been with the Fausts for going on 20 years now. He started out working mainly down at the port helping with loading and unloading shipments, although nowadays, his days as a mere longshoreman were pretty much over.

Sure, he was still heavily involved in the Fausts’ smuggling business, but he is mainly focused on gunsmithing for the Fausts and also selling his work on the black market.

He designs and hand-crafts all of his guns, and he also does gun repairs and makes custom modifications to them. Most, if not all, of the work he does is extremely illegal.

Conrad learned how to make guns from his uncle, Patrick, who had been an engineer and gunsmith for 40-odd years, having owned his own smithy and artillery repair shop.

Even though Conrad more or less mentored under his uncle when it came to learning the art of craft of firearms, that wasn’t to say that the old man himself was by any means a kind and gentle soul. Patrick Harker was very much an old school 'tough love' kind of guy, who was beyond strict and had no qualms with throwing fists and verbal punches and generally using a heavy hand whenever it came to dealing with his unruly nephew. Patrick had high expectations for Conrad, he saw the potential the young man had and refused to let him get away unpunished with his shitty behavior. He might not have gone about it the best way, but his intentions had certainly been good.

Despite Uncle Patrick’s rough handling and borderline abusive tendencies, Conrad eventually learned to greatly respect and appreciate the old man. He came to realize just how much the man actually cared for him - which turned out to be a lot more than his mother did...and that meant something.

Throughout his early and mid-20′s, Conrad spent most of his time working, honing his craft and of course charming his way through women.

He was a serial romantic - he loved and laid with more women than he could ever care to admit; the idea of settling down and actually committing to a single person for the rest of his life was something he truly abhorred.

That is, until he met his now estranged wife. He met her while at Faust party and there was just something about her that had him utterly smitten and forgetting all his previous reservations on relationships and long term commitments. The two got married within a year and a half and started a family of their own immediately.

Of course, it didn’t taken them long after their wedding to realize their relationship was perhaps not as healthy and happy as it should have been. Their lust blinded them from seeing just how incompatible they were for each other. With his still lingering attachment issues and terrible temper and her own stubborn and hotheadedness, their fights were often quite explosive. They loved each other, that much was obvious - and their attraction for the other was still intense and unmatched - but their clashing personalities were too volatile.

It was after the birth of their second and last child, Cora, that they finally called it quits. That was three years ago.

- W A N T E D C O N N E C T I O N S -

Toxic Estranged Wife (and casual hookup) - They’ve been separated or two and a half years. They have a strong love/hate relationship - their fights are often very intense and loud and leave the two of them extremely hurt and angry, and yet it usually ends with them in bed together somehow. Angry sex, passional sex, lust-filled. They do love each other, but at the end of the day their relationship was fueled more by their lust than any other actual feelings. It was definitely not healthy, and so for their children’s sake and also for themselves, they decided to separate. Still married for the time being, but no longer living together.

Younger Sisters / brother - Conrad has three sisters and one younger brother. Two of his sisters (the oldest two - between the ages of 32-35) came with him to Chicago when he was 14, while the youngest sister and his brother (between the ages of 24-28) never left England. Conrad is very close with the first two, but has no real relationship with the youngest siblings.

Flings / One-Nighters

Love Interest(s)

Faust Affiliates

Rival Gang / Enemies

Drinking Buddies

Best Friends / Friends

ANY AND ALL CONNECTIONS! I’m open and down to do whatever!

#crimson.intro #this probably has like #a million typos #but i'm posting it anyways because it's taking me #way too long to finish

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lucetestellae-a · 4 years

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In Pondera Peccatorum

She caught her eyes wandering away from what had set her sights on. Her goals was to learn everything she could about this strange place called Lunaria. It made her curious plus the data would help her reach the end goal that she accomplished to set. She found herself in an unlikely partnership with an unusual family: The II Vuoto. Even though she heard there were many members of that family, she only encountered three of them.

Saturnus Il Vuoto, the heir of the family, a man that was moody, stoic, and he lingers with the scent of hydrangeas. He hides more secrets behind those eyes that he masks with his sunglasses. He was a reasonable man, intelligent and very good with getting involved with his work. The thing that stood out the most however, he contains a soft kindness despite how he tried to hide it. While he displays a face of stronghold of the family: This man falls apart more than he admits.

Mercurius Il Vuoto, the attendant and the second heir of the family. He was charming, yet temperamental man. He had many sides of him that is vulgar and his distrust and suspicion of others that got close to his brother was clear. Yet, he was really meddlesome, clumsy, promiscuous, and airheaded. It was almost hard to believe Saturn and he were twins; they were similar, yet so diverse. He beholds many faces; yet his own kindness and devotion to his family is what made him endearing. It seems he is shackled by obligation to protect his family than to indulge in his own happiness.

Albion Photos, an adopted child of the Saturnus, he stood out the most due to his brightness in contrast to a family so obscured in the dark. He is was very young, yet he was wise for his age. He display more advancement and growth compared to the other children that resides in there. Saturn and Mercury are rather protective of this child. Mainly because the secret this child harbors that is darker than the luminous aura he displays.

Midnight written down everything she observed about them. Their mannerism, their abilities, and many aspects of them. It was strange that she found herself remaining there longer than usual. She found her visits frequent, despite most of the time she didn’t need to visit. The Il Vuoto seems to welcome her as their special guest, but she knew she was nothing more but an alienated factor intruding in their lives. Yet, why did she find their presence so comforting to be in?

Digits would find their way over her chest, she can feel the warmth inside of her heart. When was the last time she felt so at peace? The vague image of a cheerful man that she once adored so much filled her mind. She remember that was last time she felt at ease, but she also remember that her presence alone would bring this family downfall. If she stayed, the darkness of her past will always follow and repeat itself. She couldn’t bare to think of what pain it would bring her to see another happy home become broken because she forgotten her place.

“That’s right, I don’t belong here,” She would mumble to herself. “I can’t allow myself to feel at peace when so many other sacrifice their lives for my sake and I’m colored by their blood on my hands.”

Eventually, she prepared herself for departure with no goodbye. Cutting ties without a single notation that she would vanish from their lives. It was better that way. After all, she knew that she didn’t deserve to be happy and at peace, not while “he” still exist and haunting her memories.

@alchemiasaturnalis

#✰ Just Take My Timeless Heart [Dabbles]#alchemiasaturnalis #✰ Satire is a composition of salt and mercury. [Mercury]#✰ He's cold like black void of space [Saturn]#✰ Praise the Sun [Albion]

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gegenji · 5 years

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(Metarutaru Koradrix) Out in Lakeland, it'd be a cloudy, but otherwise fine day... As fine a day in Lakeland can be anyway. Koratt would be smiling as he brought his direwolf, Gidgett, some Zonure meat from the nearby field, smiling brightly. "Here you go girl, bit of a snack after a hard day's work, yeah?"

(Chachanji Gegenji) Koratt would likely hear Chachan before he saw him, much like before - though under different context. The clop of hooves, the irate snorting of a temperamental stallion, and the quiet (hopefully calming) words being repeated by the aforementioned horse's rider - stammered out in a clumsy approximation of the fae tongue. Trying to both soothe the fiery beast and keep an eye out for his Dwarven friend at the same time was quite the task.

(Metarutaru Koradrix) He would hear the hoof and snorts, though not the quiet words as the horse sort of drowned out his words with its snorting. He smiles brightly upon seeing who was on the Horse... and honestly was amazed to even see a horse! They haven't been seen in Norvandt for who knows how long! Wide-eyed for a moment, he shook it off and pat Gidgett once she finished with her food, which she did in short order, before moving over to the Horse. "Chachanji!"

(Chachanji Gegenji) The Lalafell's ears perked at the familiar voice and Chachanji looked up from his near-constant patting of Aen Reion's mane. "Ah, Koratt! There ya are!" he chirped, pulling on the reins with some more urgent quiet reassurances in fae. "Finally got Gria 'n 'em ta let me leave Il Mheg, so I figgered I'd swing by fer tha' get-t'gether we talked 'bout durin' tha' whole... um... sin eater hunt thin'."

(Metarutaru Koradrix) "Hah! That's amazing that you've earned the Fae's favor! I'll be honest I get a fair bit terrified every time I go there! Only reason I haven't been turned into a leafman, or worse, was because the Nu Mou vouch for me when I visit. Scary place to be!"

(Chachanji Gegenji) "A-ah, it ain't all bad. Ya jus' hafta watch out fer th' pranks. 'n th' tricks. 'n th' kinda random whims. Other'n tha', 's fine..." Chachan offered, though the little list of fae problems made it seem not quite as appealing. Which he seemed to notice, give his awkward smile and dismissive wave. "A-a'course, helpin' deal wit their pro'lems tends ta help a lot... w-whether it be a Pixie 'r a Nu Mou."

(Metarutaru Koradrix) "I can imagine." He nods, "You're braver than most not to have run away from the Pixies, and good on you for it too." Gidgett would sort of lift her head and sniff Chachanji curiously. "Gidgett, down girl." This prompts the wolf to relent, sort of lying on the floor. "Don't mind Gidgett, she's a curious sort, really."

(Chachanji Gegenji) Aen Reion gives the direwolf a withering glare as she drew nearer, giving a bit of a warning snort before Chachan hurriedly pulled lightly on the reins and murmured some more quick words to the horse. "W-well, 's more they wouldn't -let- me, ta be fair," he admitted bashfully once Reion was calmed down again. "There was always a bit of'a fog hangin' 'round 'n it always got extra bad at certain spots. Prolly close ta th' ways outta th' place. Goin' in always kinda ended up wit me back where I-- (Chachanji Gegenji) entered, y'know?"

(Metarutaru Koradrix) "Yeah, that's pixie magic for sure." He nods, then looks to the horse, and couldn't help but have a look of amazement at the sight of it. "I gotta ask, what is this fella's name? Amazing little critter you got there." He waves to the horse, but doesn't try to pet it. He's never seen one before after all, and wouldn't know how to not get bit by one!

(Chachanji Gegenji) Using the word 'critter' go Koratt a glare from the horse itself - did it understand what the Dwarf was saying? Whatever the reason for the look, Chachanji gave the stallion another hurried pat before answering. "A-ah, thi' is Aen Reion. 'm still tryin' ta get 'im ta... well... play nice. 'e's a bit of a stubborn butt," he explained, giving the horse a bit of a pouty glare. "'s much better'n when th' Pixies first introduced 'im ta me. Was part'a th' requirements fer lettin' me leave - ta tame (Chachanji Gegenji) Aen Reion. I-I ain't really sure if'n it was jus' fer laughs 'r they act'lly didn't think I'd be able ta do it but... here we is."

(Metarutaru Koradrix) "Aah... Sorry for insulting ya, Aen Reion, yeah?" He'd apologize to the horse with a chuckle, before looking to Chachanji. "I'll be honest, that's incredible. I've only heard of horses in stories, like the one of Lord Tolthewil and the Knights of the old Elf Kingdom. Never thought I'd actually -see- one in person! Blessed or Cursed by those pixies, who knows, but you're definitely something else." He would say to Chachanji, his tone and look is clearly one of awe, and a bit of admiration, even!

(Chachanji Gegenji) Reion snorted again, but it seemed less... irate, if one could discern the differences between such sounds. "W-well, 'pparently Reion 'ere's been runnin' 'round fer a while. Made a bit of'a name fer 'imself." A proud little whinny from the stallion, though his rider had a bit less of a positive reaction to the praise sent his way. A brief fluster and shake of his head before commenting: "'m-m not all tha' great... 'm-m jus' glad I managed ta do it so I could finally get home."

(Metarutaru Koradrix) "Hey, you helped me take down a Sin Eater, so you're A-OK in my book! And I don't blame ya for being happy to be outta there. Hmm, Theres a few spots you could take a break at now that you're outta that ol' mess of a place. You can definitely use it after all that!" He looks around. There's Clearmelt to the north of us, as well as the town of Sullen to the South. Oh! Also the Crystarium itself, though I'm not sure how much you're in a mood to travel after all that."

(Chachanji Gegenji) "Ah, I act'lly stopped at Clearmelt on th' way 'ere!" Chachan stated with a smile that quickly took on an embarrassed look. "I-I thought -it- was Ostell, act'lly, so I was askin' 'round fer ya fer a bit. Did end up stayin' ta wash up fer a bit... 's been a while since 've had a nice hot soak, y'know?" (Chachanji Gegenji) "'n 'm act'lly headin' t'wards th' Crystarium," he added, looking over to the imposing landmark in the distance. "Gria thin's goin' there might help me figger out a way home. Since there's a big ol' crystal tower like tha' one near me home. Well, kinda near. Near 'nuff."

(Metarutaru Koradrix) "Ahh, gonna have a chat with the Exarch, is that right? Well, if anyone can help you get where you need to go, it's definitely him. Fella's done more for the people than we can ever hope to repay. Hope you don't mind if I tag along!"

(Chachanji Gegenji) "I mean, I wouldn't mind th' company. Not f'miliar wit thi' place 'r th' Crystarium. So havin' someone 'long who does would be much 'ppreciated."

(Metarutaru Koradrix) "No problem! Place is pretty big, so I'll help ya around the place!" He pats Gidgett a few times, which prompts her to get up with a light stretch. "Ready then you are, Chachanji!"

(Chachanji Gegenji) "Oh, ya meant right now?" Chachan interjected with a bit of surprise. "I mean, 'm good ta go if'n ya are... jus' thought we were gonna meet up fer somethin' ta eat 'n drink." A thoughtful pause. "Though, I 'spose th' Crystarium'd have places fer tha' too, huh?"

(Metarutaru Koradrix) "Mhm! Clearmelt and Crystarium would be the best spots for that, but you've already been to the first one, hah!" Metarutaru Koradrix laughs.

(Chachanji Gegenji) "Ah, fair 'nuff, then..." he relented. "I guess we're off tha' way, then. I'll... uh... try'n keep Aen Reion 'ere from goin' too fast. 'e... can really get goin' when 'e wants ta."

(Metarutaru Koradrix) "Don't let Aen here show ya up, Gidgett! Show 'em you're not slouch either!" Gidgett lets out a few barks, as she seemed ready to run!

(Chachanji Gegenji) Reion snorted at that, getting an alarmed look from Chachanji. "A-ah... d-dun get 'im riled up...!" was all he managed before the horse was off like a shot. In a matter of seconds, the stallion was already out of the outpost and down the hill. The Lalafell hadn't been kidding that the horse was fast.

(Metarutaru Koradrix) He looked a fair bit surprised at just how fast it is! But it only prompts Gidgett to really give it her all, chasing after the horse with with vigor!

(Chachanji Gegenji) Aen Reion's apparent fame wasn't without merit, it seemed. Even with Gidgett giving it her all, the fae stallion was pulling further and further ahead. At least until the flailing rider finally managed to grab hold of the reins and FORCE the horse to slow down some, which Reion was none too happy about. There was a lot of snorting and flailing of Reion's head as Koratt finally caught up. But they managed to stay apace, at least, for the remainder of the trip to the Crystarium.

(Metarutaru Koradrix) Upon arriving at the gate, Koratt would explain that He is entering the Crystarium with a friend seeking a place to say, making sure to mention Chachanji is from Kholusia. This would set the guard at ease some and would allow them in, provided Gidgett and Aen are stabled as soon as they reach the Crystarium. (Metarutaru Koradrix) "Okay! We're in, a bit more and we'll be in the city."

(Chachanji Gegenji) Chachan was plenty willing to let Koratt do the talking, since he was also busy trying to calm Aen Reion's temper at being denied a full-on race between him and Gidgett. His ears wiggled at the mention of that Kholusia place, but didn't ask questions. What DID look like would be a problem, was the idea of Reion submitting himself to being stabled.

(Metarutaru Koradrix) "You definitely weren't kidding about how fast that thing is! Hopefully I enjoyed the run some! and well, hoping it doesn't get too mad about being in a stable, but Rules are rules you know?"

(Chachanji Gegenji) "I-I tried ta warn ya," Chachan lamented, continuing to try and calm the stallion. "A-and stablin' 'im might be... a pro'lem, yeah. Ev'n at Clearmelt 'e refused ta be tied up. H-had ta let 'im jus' run free on th' promise 'e'd come back when I called fer 'im."

(Metarutaru Koradrix) "Well... I suppose that is an option you can do.... They ain't gonna let 'em roam around the city freely, too risky to the citizens there."

(Chachanji Gegenji) "Well, yeah, tha's fair," Chachan agreed, slowly dismounting off of Aen Reion. He murmured a few words to the horse in fae. There was a snort from the horse, then the Lalafell added a few more curt words before the horse nodded. Chachan nodded in turn, then let go of the reins. And with that, Reion was off like a shot back down the road - apparently to get the run in that he had been so cruelly denied.

(Metarutaru Koradrix) Koratt couldn't help but snicker a bit. "Yep. Definitely something else." He shook his head with a smile. "C'mon Chachanji, let's head in the city. I think you'll like it. Who knows? Might even give a familiar feeling being back in one."

(Chachanji Gegenji) Chachan turned back to the Dwarf and nodded. "It'll be nice, ta be sure. Feels like 's been moons since 've been in a normal town..." That last bit was punctuated with a bit of a sigh.

(Metarutaru Koradrix) He smiles brightly upon arriving. "Chachanji, Welcome, to the Crystarium! Last bastion of Norvandt, Beacon of Hope, Center of Civilization, all that silliness!" He snickers. "But seriously, welcome!"

(Chachanji Gegenji) "I-it def'nitely looks pretty impressive!" Chachan admitted, his eyes glued to the Crystal Tower itself. He'd seen the other one in Mor Dhona, but always from a distance. He had to wonder if that one felt just as... imposing... as this one did up close.

(Metarutaru Koradrix) "Well, first thing's first. let's get ya attuned to this place. If you ever get lost, you can always use this place as a safe haven to return to, yeah?" (Metarutaru Koradrix) "Well, first thing's first. let's get ya attuned to this place. If you ever get lost, you can always use this place as a safe haven to return to, yeah?" (Metarutaru Koradrix) "Once that's outta the way, we'll get something to eat!"

(Chachanji Gegenji) "Oh, ta th' aetheryte? Y-yeah, tha' might be a good idea." He pauses and blinks. "Should I'a done th' same in Ostall?"

(Metarutaru Koradrix) "Well, Ostall's probably not that important... Unless you're one to enjoy hot springs then maybe, hah! But you can always head back to that later. C'mon!" He would beckon Chachanji to follow him, a bit of pep in his step!

(Chachanji Gegenji) "A-ah, comin'!"

(Metarutaru Koradrix) "Can't help but smile every time I come here. No matter how much of a mess it was out there in Norvandt, this place... I dunno, would just always put me at ease. Everyone here's so eager to help one another. It's like a home away from home..." A content sigh escaped him as he spoke, but shook his head, no need for him to be getting all sentimental.

(Chachanji Gegenji) Chachan pattered quickly after the Dwarf, looking at him as he commented on the Crystarium itself. The idea of everyone helping one another brought a smile to the Lalafell's face, which stayed there as he moved over to the aetheryte itself. Reaching out and closing his eyes, he began the attuning process. Once he had, though, his expression changes slightly - as if he had noticed noticing. Eyes still shut, his brows raised before furrowing.

(Metarutaru Koradrix) He looks to Chachanji with a smile... though his expression confused him. "Something the matter? You can attune to the aetheryte yeah? I know there's a few rare cases of folk being unable to, but I'm sure you're not one of them, right?"

(Chachanji Gegenji) "N-no no, I can attune ta it jus' fine," Chachan stated, though he kept his eyes shut. "'s jus'... I thin' I can feel a link ta one'a th' aetherytes near me home... 's faint... -real- faint, but..." He lowered his arm and opened his eyes to look at Koratt. "I... I might be able ta teleport near home from 'ere!" A bright smile. "I couldn't feel anythin' from th' aetheryte from Il Mheg, mebbe thi' one is jus' close 'nuff?" A pause, then a glance at the Tower. "Or mebbe because'a tha'...?"

(Metarutaru Koradrix) "Wouldn't be shocked if it's on account of the Tower. It is very magical like that. This tower kinda came outta nowhere when it did, and it was around for a long time. Before me, My Pa, or even Grandpappy I think. When it did something about it just drew folks together from all over. Humes, Mystel, Drahn, Ronso, Elves, Galdjent... even Vhis and Dwarves, which usually aren't ones for traveling. Something about that tower, and the Crystal Exarch who resides in it, is mysterious... powerful, even."

(Chachanji Gegenji) Chachan followed Koratt towards the Tower as he talked, looking up at it - even more impressive even just a few hundred yalms closer like this. He gave the Dwarf a look of confusion at the strange names for the various races, but quickly assumed it was just the culture for this part of Hydaelyn and didn't interject. "Well, it IS plenty powerful-lookin'," he admitted. "'n kinda pretty. Wonder if'n th' one near me home looks thi' neat up close..."

(Metarutaru Koradrix) "Near your home?... You mean there's more than one of these?" He would look up, wide-eyed. It surely didn't sound like there could be, but the way things have been since the Flood, and the more recent events with Night returning, who knows at this point! "If there's another... Hmm..." He ponders it for a bit, but shakes his head. That probably wouldn't be like he thinks it is. Nonetheless. "Hey, I did promise you food n' drink. So c'mon! My treat."

(Chachanji Gegenji) "Oh! Right! Almost f'rgot wit Reion bein' all grumpy 'n findin' out I might be able ta jus'... -teleport- home from 'ere!" Chachan chirped, looking to Koratt. "I'll... um... hafta warn ya. I... ah... tend ta eat a lot. 'specially if'n thi' teleport is gonna be anythin' like when I came back from Yanxia. Real long teleports like tha' really take it outta ya, y'know?"

(Metarutaru Koradrix) The heck is a Yanxia, he would wonder, but there's questions that can be answered as they eat. He nods and smiles, calling Chachanji over to follow to the Musica Universalis Markets. (Metarutaru Koradrix) "The place is always bustling! Regardless of how many turns of the sun or moon cycle, you'll see people moving about here!"

(Chachanji Gegenji) "Oh, Ul'dah's like tha' all th' time," Chachan offered with a smile. "Ya get used ta it." A pause. "... though, I 'spose I'll hafta get RE-used ta it after all thi'." (Chachanji Gegenji) "Still not quite used ta ev'rythin' not bein' all super colorful like in Il Mheg."

(Metarutaru Koradrix) "I'll need to visit all these places you're talking about. Yanxia, Ul'Dah, never heard of any of those places before! Wonder if you live as far away a land as the Exarch does?" He would wonder a bit. "Sounds like places he would know about. Anyhow! Take a seat and I'll get some orders in."

(Chachanji Gegenji) "Ah, mebbe!" Chachan offered with a cheerful shrug. "They're all neat places 'n worth visitin', I figger." A nod and then he goes hunting for a nice place to sit.

(Metarutaru Koradrix) As Chachanji went to get a seat, he walks over to Glynard. Chachanji may see Koratt smiling brightly, laughing some with the man as he placed his order, nodding to him as they spoke. Once the order is placed, he smiles and walks back over to the table Chachanji chose, and took a seat himself. "Okay! Order's placed. Expect some good eats real soon!"

(Chachanji Gegenji) "Ah, I hope so!" Chachan stated with a nod as Koratt sat down. "Th' fae food is... akay, but it's mostly a lotta fruit 'n mushrooms, y'know? 'n I always felt bad after I... ah... got back ta normal size since 'm always starvin' somethin' fierce after it." A bit of a frown crosses his features as he thinks on it. "Always end up havin' ta help restock th' food stores afterward 'cuz I ate most'a it."

(Metarutaru Koradrix) "Well! I told 'em you're from pretty far away, like Exarch far, So it oughta be some real good stuff. maybe something you're familiar with!"

(Chachanji Gegenji) "We'll see! Honestly, jus' havin' some good meats 'n popotoes 'n stuff'd be best." (Chachanji Gegenji) "Somethin' hearty, y'know?"

(Metarutaru Koradrix) "Then you're in for a treat!" He smiles brightly. There would be quite a few plates on the table! A sweet shellfish stew in tomato broth, along with a blood tomato salad with a dark vinegar topping, a big plate of peppered popotoes to be shared as well. For himself, Koratt got a nice big mug of ale, while for Chachanji, the drink he got was apparently something the Exarch appreciated. (Metarutaru Koradrix) (also, Matcha tea!)

(Chachanji Gegenji) Chachan went wide-eyed at the spread, mostly focusing on the stew and popotoes more than the greens - but that was probably to be expected considering living on a fae diet for a couple moons. He made a bit of a face at the tea - tea was always his brother's favorite, not his - but tried to mask it as best he could. Though, the success of that would be mired a little by his request to the waiter before they returned: "Ah, could I also get a glass'a Cham--" A pause. "Um... some fruit juice 'n-- (Chachanji Gegenji) --sweetwater if'n ya have it?"

(Metarutaru Koradrix) The waiter nods and leaves to get the request. "Aaaah, not a fan of the stuff? My apologies. Probably should've asked you first!"

(Chachanji Gegenji) "A-ah, 's fine, 's fine!" Chachan stated as he started filling a plate with stew and popotoes. "Tea is all well'n good but... 've always been a fan'a juice, ev'n after spendin' all tha' time wit th' fae."

(Metarutaru Koradrix) "Fair enough! Personally a bit of alcohol helps me through the day, always!" He laughs a bit before taking a swig of ale, and snagging himself some popotoes and some of the salad first, wasting no time in digging in. "Dom't be affphraid to chow dhown, yheh?" He would say with his mouth kinda full as he ate happily.

(Chachanji Gegenji) "Ah, I dun really drink alcohol much, meself," he admitted bashfully as he began tucking in as well, the food on his plate disappearing at a frightening rate into the little Lalafell. He honestly seemed to be on pace to down the entire spread himself without too much difficulty, though he did make sure Koratt got all he wanted too. "Only had a drink'r two while at home."

(Metarutaru Koradrix) "Well, I feel a lad or lass would appreciate a fella who ain't a drunk, so good on ya! Also don't be afraid to ask for more! Eat til' you're stuffed!" He laughs heartily before resuming his meal, the waiter bringing the drink Chachanji requested.

(Chachanji Gegenji) Most of the food had already "mysteriously" disappeared by the time the waiter had returned, so Chachan sheepishly asked for a refill on everything else even as he nodded in thanks for his change of drink. Once they were away preparing more, he looked back to Koratt with a timid sip of his beverage. "A-ah, I 'unno if'n it's worth all tha' much praise. I jus' get... um... more talky 'n stuff when drunk." And more huggy, but he wasn't about to openly admit that. "So... i-it jus' seems safer ta do (Chachanji Gegenji) stuff like tha' at home rather'n when 'm out 'n about."

(Metarutaru Koradrix) "Ah, fair 'nough, fair 'nough. So! How're ya enjoying the Crystarium? I know we haven't shown much, but hey!" He laughs a bit, happily eating his fill and relaxing some... but not too much, lest he lean back and fall off the barstool like last time.

(Chachanji Gegenji) "'s nice!" Chachan admitted immediately, looking about. "Nice ta be 'mongst other, non-fae peoples. And in a proper city 'n stuff, one not made outta lil' homes in hillsides or giant mushrooms."

(Metarutaru Koradrix) "Very different from Il Mheg for sure! Glad you're enjoying your time here! Was a bit worried you'd be too overwhelmed, shy sort you seem to be from earlier." He couldn't help but giggle. "But in all seriousness! Glad you're enjoying yourself, Chachanji."

(Chachanji Gegenji) "I-I ain't THA' shy!" he insisted with a pout and a fluster, followed by a slightly sulking sip of his drink. "'n-n 's more like comin' back ta somethin' f'miliar after bein' on a vacation fer a while, y'know? A vacation full'a pranks 'n monster-huntin'."

(Metarutaru Koradrix) "Okay okay! Not thaaat shy, hehe! And monster hunting sounds like a fun vacation to me! Not so much the fairy pranks though. Could do with alot less of those." He shook his head, before finishing his mug, having had a few swigs here and there as they were speaking. "But hey! It's good to hear, and who knows? Maybe the Exarch can help you find a way back? He's a nice guy, always has time to hear what folks have to say. With any luck he can help get you home safe n' sound!"

(Chachanji Gegenji) "I dun really like fightin', though," he admitted with a sigh, rubbing at the back of his neck and looking back down towards the Aetheryte plaza. "'n hopefully I'll be able ta teleport proper-like back home... but I 'spose it can't hurt seein' if'n I can't talk ta this Exarch guy ya keep mentionin'."

(Metarutaru Koradrix) "Ya should, really. but here I am being all pushy!" He shook his head. "I see, then maybe the Crystalline Mean is more your style? It's a center area within the Crystarium. Crafters from all over Norvandt gather there to trade, buy, sell, and learn from one another. From Smiths, to Carpenters, Weavers to Alchemists. Anything you need would probably be there!"

(Chachanji Gegenji) Chachan nods. "Tha' sounds nicer, yeah. 'm a smith by trade, act'lly. Armor mostly, but I also make tools 'n do repairs 'n stuff," he clarifies. "Act'lly managed ta make a lil smithy in a lil cave in Il Mheg. Most'a th' Pixies didn't like it - they dun like smoke 'n metal 'n stuff." (Chachanji Gegenji) "... Though tha' was nice ta get 'way from them fer a bit now 'n then."

(Metarutaru Koradrix) "You're bold or bonkers doing that. More gutsy than me I'll tell you that! Well, I'd enjoy the time here while you can, yeah? Dunno when you'll leave but you claim it's super far away. Who know when you'll be back, yeah?" (Metarutaru Koradrix) He smiles. "Enjoy yourself here while you -are- here, after all!"

(Chachanji Gegenji) "W-well, I needed a place ta do me work... plus th' Nu Mou helped set it up. Lil' mushroom house 'n ev'rythin'," he explained further. "'s-sides, th' Pixies figgered out pretty quick tha' they could keep me outta it by makin' me too big ta fit inta th' cave... or get me out doin' th' same..." A sigh and a scratching at the cheek. "S-so, 's kinda nice ta be away from all tha'. 'course, Gria could be floatin' 'round somewheres nearby wit'out me knowin' so I gotta watch what 'm sayin'..." (Chachanji Gegenji) "Dun want them decidin' ta do tha' while 'm in th' city 'ere..." (Chachanji Gegenji) "While home might be super far 'way, I DO wanna be able ta come back 'ere. 'n ev'n go back ta Il Mheg ta visit now'n then..." One couldn't tell if the latter was because he actually liked being there, or if was part of some promise made as part of being allowed to leave.

(Metarutaru Koradrix) "Mmh, I see I see...." He ponders this and nods, a smile appearing on his face. "Well, if you do come back to this side of the world, do let me know! Always enjoy company of a friend, which frankly one can never have too many, yeah!" Metarutaru Koradrix smiles at you. (Metarutaru Koradrix) He would pay for the food and drink which... admittedly was more than he expected. a good bit more really... but! He said he's paying it and damn it he's keeping his word.

(Chachanji Gegenji) "A'course!" he responded immediately. "'m always up fer meetin' up 'n hangin' out wit friends, so ya know I'll try'n find ya if'n 'm in th' area." A pause. "Um. Is there any good way ta reach ya? Linkpearl'r somethin'? They dun seem ta have range 'nuff ta reach back home, but 'm sure if'n 'm 'round 'ere I should be able ta reach ya by one."

(Metarutaru Koradrix) "Hmmm...." He ponders.... "Best I can think is simply asking! The folks at Clan Nutsy know me well enough, and If you go to them they can give a good idea as to where I'm at. They have a chapter in the city here so it's safe, no running about aimlessly. Heck, they may be able to contact me themselves afterwards so I can come on by!" (Metarutaru Koradrix) He realizes he might not know what the heck Clan Nutsy is. "They're a group of monster hunters, keeping the bad beasties in check for the good of the people. I'm a part of them!"

(Chachanji Gegenji) "Clan Nutsy?" Chachan echoes. "Guess I'll hafta go see them 'long wit thi' Crystal-Mean place 'n tha' Exarch guy a'fore I go, huh?" (Chachanji Gegenji) "... 's turnin' inta quite th' list'a thin's I gotta do a'fore I try teleportin' home, isn't it?" A chuckle.

(Metarutaru Koradrix) "Heh!... Sorry for givin' ya all that... Just there's so much to look at around here in the Crystarium! The great Library at the Cabinet of Curiosity, the Hortorium which has all sorts of plants gathered and saved from all around the world, the Temenos Rookery which houses all the creatures used for travel, and combat as well, it's a grand city!"

(Chachanji Gegenji) "Well, I 'spose 's fair," Chachan admitted. "Comin' ta a new place like thi', it'd be kinduva shame ta jus' jump fer home rather'n look 'round some. I mean... 've been gone fer a bit as is..." He scratches at his floofy mass of hair. "I 'spose takin' a couple bells more ta look 'round 'ere a'fore leavin' can't hurt." (Chachanji Gegenji) "Tha' or jus' thin's ta visit th' next time 'm back 'round. Depends how much teleportin' back wears me out."

(Metarutaru Koradrix) "Enjoy your time here, then head on home with tales of this land, Norvandt! Maybe folks will believe you, maybe they won't! But hey. You've been to the place yourself, you know it exists." He nods lightly." And who knows? Maybe someday the opposite will occur, and I'll be able to see your land. This 'Ool'Dah' and 'Koo-gah-neigh' places you've mentioned. I bet they're like nothing I've ever witnessed before." A bit of wonderment was in his tone, and almost a bit of longing. There's more to the - (Metarutaru Koradrix) world that the Flood of Light hasn't destroyed? Places that may be just as fantastical as he's heard of in stories before the Flood... It gives him an look of hope to him that may no doubt seem odd to Chachanji, considering.

(Chachanji Gegenji) Chachan mostly just misinterpreted it as being curious to see other parts of the world - he got that, having left Doma to see Eorzea. As such, he gives an energetic nod. "A'course! If'n yer in th' area, def'nitely call me up! I can show ya 'round Ul'dah 'n me proper smithy 'n stuff! Kugane 'n Yanxia might be a bit of a trip on top'a all tha' but... 's def'nitely worth seein', I thin'!"

(Metarutaru Koradrix) Koratt smiles brightly at that. "I'm going to hold you to that, Chachanji." He nods lightly. A bit of a sad sigh comes out of him though, as he listened to something from his own linkpearl. "Shame I can't stick around much longer, though. Seems Clan Nutsy needs my help taking down another beastie, over in Amh Araeng." He shook his head. "I'm sorry I gotta leave like this. But as long as you stay in the city, you'll be safe, for sure. Explore the city as you like or head on home and keep it in - (Metarutaru Koradrix) mind on your next trip, yeah? I uh, heh, look forward to seeing ya again when you do, yeah?"

(Chachanji Gegenji) Chachan canted his head. Amh Araeng? A whole other area he hadn't heard of yet, along with that Kholusia place. Definitely was a lot left to see on this side of Hydaelyn, to be sure! Still, at the apology, Chachan shook his head with a smile. "Hey, beatin' up those thin's keeps folks safe, ain't nothin' ta be sorry 'bout," he stated. "'n ya bet I'll try'n reach out ta ya th' next time 'm 'round these parts."

(Metarutaru Koradrix) Koratt nods lightly with a smile, hopping down and... Admittedly not really as good around folks as his demeanor and chatter would imply, just figure to shake Chachanji's hand with a nod. "Don't be a stranger, yeah?"

(Chachanji Gegenji) Chachan hopped off his own stool to return the shake. "A-ah, a'course. Ya too! 'n be careful wit tha' beast in Ahn Mereg or whatev'r tha' place is called."

(Metarutaru Koradrix) He snickers a bit at how Chachan said it, and nods! "You bet! It'll be a cinch! I'll see ya soon, Chachanji!" And with that, he waves to him and starts jogging down towards the entrance to the Crystarium, to pick up Gidgett and begin his trek to his next hunt!

(Chachanji Gegenji) Chachan waved as Koratt darted off, seguing into scratching at his cheek once the Dwarf was gone. Well, what was next then? Visiting Clan Nutsy? The Crystalline Mean? Or perhaps that Exarch fellow? He had quite the surprise itinerary now before he tried teleporting home, and he wasn't sure where to start.

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