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What are flanges used for?

A flange is a piece of machinery that can be utilized to manually connect two pipes. This can also link a pipe to a junction, valve, damper, or any other piece of machinery that makes up a piping system. The flanges are pipeline components that enable the part connection. They can be ordered separately or as a component that is pre-attached at the manufacturing facility to another part like a valve, pump, or another component. Renowned flange manufacturers in the UAE like Delta Duct are very particular about the quality of the products manufactured.

Flanges are often threaded or welded, and two flanges are joined by bolting them along with gaskets to create a closure that allows simple access to the pipe network. Such flanges come in a variety of configurations, including socket weld, slip-on, weld neck, and blind flanges.

Listed below are a few major types of flanges and their uses:

Weld-neck flanges

Weld neck flanges also known as high-hub flanges or tapered flanges are supplied by many flanges suppliers in the UAE. The pressure inside a pipe can be changed by using one with a weld neck flange. This aids in preventing pressure from building up and concentrating at the flange’s base. Pipelines with both low and high pressure can be used with weld neck flanges.

Slip-on flanges

A ring covering a pipe terminal serves as the only component of a slip-on flange. To attach soldered beading to the inner diameter of the pipeline, the flange face stretches across a significant distance. Additionally, these flanges slip over the pipe, as their name would imply. For the flange’s ring to fit snugly around the pipe, the flange’s dimension must be greater than the pipe’s outer diameter. The slip-on flanges are incapable of withstanding high-pressure flow. As a result, slip-on flanges work best in low-pressure situations.

Socket weld flanges

It is frequently not recommended to use socket weld flanges for important services because they are only externally joined by a single fillet weld. These are typically employed with small-bore lines. Their load capacity is 50% greater than double-welded slip-on flanges, but their static strength is the same as slip-on flanges. To guarantee an appropriate bore length for this kind of flange, the width of the connected pipe should be specified.

Blind flanges

To cover the endpoints of pipes, valves, and pressure vessel openings, blind flanges are manufactured without a bore. The most overworked flange types from the perspectives of internal stress and bolt loads are blind flanges, particularly in larger diameters. However, since many of these loads are bending kinds around the core and the inner diameter is not regulated, these flanges are perfect for systems that have higher temperature ranges and pressures.

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DIY Hanging Copper Chandelier

Project by Megan:

I love decorating for the holidays and always find myself exploring Pinterest for hours to get ideas. I happened upon an image of a gorgeous copper chandelier that felt like the perfect thing to light up a low-key holiday table. Inspired, I decided to figure out how to build it myself using supplies from my local hardware store, and the end result will last well beyond the holidays. To give this a little extra holiday flair, I cut a few short pieces of greenery and wired them to the base of the pipes. Simply remove the greens after the holiday to keep this look year-round. Ready to make one of your own? Keep reading for my step-by step guide, or to see this project take shape in real time, check out the how-to video on the One Kings Lane Style Blog! —Megan

Here’s what you’ll need: • two 1/2” x 24” copper pipes • three 3/4” x 24” copper pipes • two ceiling hooks (not pictured) • a spool of rope or twine to hang (not pictured) • two 3/4” copper 90-degree elbows • four 1” to ¾” couplings • two ½” copper tees • two ¾” copper tees • two ¾” to 1/2” copper tees • a pipe cutter • J-B Weld two-part epoxy

Prep the Pipes

To get started, I used a little rubbing alcohol on a paper towel to remove the manufacturer markings on the outside of the pipes.

Measure and Cut

After I mapped out the measurements for the overall length and various arm heights of my chandelier (one of the best things about this project is it’s totally customizable), I used a permanent marker and a tape measure to mark the ¾” pipes at the desired lengths.

Tip: You can totally experiment with different lengths and configurations for the chandelier; just ensure that your candle flame is clear of the rope or twine you use to hang it.

To cut the pipe, I clamped the pipe cutter around the copper, positioning the blade on the mark, and twisted it to make the cut. Tighten the blade every few turns until the pipe is cut. It might seem unlikely that this inexpensive little tool will actually do the job, but trust me, it works!

Here’s My Cut List: -five ¾” x 6” pieces (to form the bottom edge to the chandelier) -two ¾” x 4” pieces (to form the middle 2 pillars) -two ¾” x 6” pieces (to form the outer 2 pillars) * The two ½” x 24” pipes don’t get cut.

Tip: Lay it out! I think it helps to see how all your cut pieces work together before you start to glue so you don’t get confused.

Assemble and Glue

I used a special two-part epoxy designed for use with metal. It is super strong! I recommend only mixing a little bit at a time. I used a matchstick to mix the two parts together.

I also used the matchstick to apply the glue to one end of the pipe. A little goes a long way, so don’t overdo it. If any glue does seep out after you glue two pieces together, just use a little rubbing alcohol to wipe it away.

Tip: Be sure to assemble your chandelier on a flat surface where the project can stay for a few hours while the glue dries.

Finish and Hang

Once the glue is fully dry (about 4 hours), thread a length of rope or twine through the top of the chandelier and hang. I used a couple of ceiling hooks (the kind you use to hang plants) to secure my chandelier in place. To finish it off I added a few taper candles and the greenery. I found that regular taper candles fit perfectly into the openings, but you can always use a bit of aluminum foil around the bottom of the candle to help hold it in place.

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Fire and Rain || Part 7

A/N: so, I need some feedback on this one guys cuz I feel like the last little bit of this is bad but I hope you enjoy it regardless! 

Rating: M? 

Warning: a little over the clothes actions and naught words 

Summary: You and Poe have finally figured out a way back to the base. You can’t work out how you feel about Poe but it’s okay, he’s keeping you distracted

Part 6 🔥

“How you doing sweetheart?”

Three hours ago, you and Poe had stumbled across an old ship from the first clone war, crashed and half preserved just past the mouth of a cave outside the city. The ship sat alsmot perfectly upright, cockpit directed to the exit of the cave and you’d crossed your fingers in hopes that it would work perfectly and you could get off this god-forsaken planet. Thinking back to that sweet naivety as you struggled to keep the acid leaking from the ships undercarriage from burning your hand, you couldn’t believe how fucking stupid you’d been. 

“Shut the fuck up.” Poe’s laughter echoed through the dimly lit cave as you shoved the side of the old, creaking ship until the panel on the undercarriage stopped smoking and lit up. “Finally!” You crawled back out from underneath the ship, wiping the sweat from your forehead.

“You’ve done it?” He pulled you into his arms as you laughed, turning back to look at the ship and saying a silent prayer that it wouldn’t catch on fire. “You’re a fucking marvel, sweetheart.” 

“I know.” It shocked you how easily the two of you had fallen into your old ways, playful jabs and insults yelled through laughter. It wasn’t like that night had never happened but it was like nothing had changed and you couldn’t decide if you loved it or hated it. Maybe it should’ve changed, maybe he should be showering you with kisses and affection and begging for your touch like the way you’d been begging for his. Or maybe it was better that it stayed the same, that the friendship wasn’t ruined and that there wasn’t an awkward silence that hung above you everywhere you went. But did that mean you were just another girl to him? Were you just one more notch on his bedpost, another conquest for him to brag about? Surely you weren’t like those other girls, you prided yourself on the fact you didn’t fall over yourself for him, that you didn’t throw yourself at him everytime he landed back at the base. You shook your head, trying to stop yourself from imploding. “You think you can fly this?”

“I can fly anything.”

“Yeah, sure.”

Poe scoffed, “I can!”

“Yeah, tell that to your ship which is currently sat broken back at the base.”

“That wasn’t my fault.”

“First you loose my tool kit, then you make me work overtime—“ Poe shoved your gently and you laughed, following him as you climbed the ladder to the smallest cockpit you’d ever seen in your life. Poe slid into the pilot seat, scanning the panel as you watched his mind spin as he worked out the ships basic schematics in your head. You knew how to fix any ship you were faced with but if you were tasked with flying? The base would be destroyed before anyone had time to blink. 

“You wanna sit on my lap, sweetheart?” Poe smirked, glancing around the cockpit which could just fit the two you inside. You rolled your eyes, slipping into the seat next to him and draping your feet across his lap. He raised his eyebrow and you shrugged. 

“You don’t need your legs to fly.”

“It’s not the most comfortable thing in the world.”

You gasped mockingly. “Well believe it or not, its not all about you.”

Poe shook his head, a grin settled on his lips as the ship rumbled to life beneath you. “We’ll get back to base, refuel and get back to the mission.”

“I’m pretty sure they think we’re dead.”

“Oh,” Poe winced as the wing of the ship scraped the rocks as you flew away from the cave. “They definently think we’re dead.”

You slid further down into the seat, stomach rumbling loudly. “What a nice surprise for them when they see our faces.”

“I’m sure they missed that pretty little face of yours.”

“Aw, you think I’m pretty?” You asked jokingly, clasping your hands over your heart as you laughed.

“Sweetheart,” he turned towards you, not a trace of jest in his eyes, “I think you’re gorgeous.” 

You smiled softly, fighting the urge to get closer to Poe. If you could, you’d be sat in his lap, pressing desperate kisses across his face as you pulled his shirt over his head. Instead, you slipped as far down into your seat as possible, draping the lower half of your body across Poe as he placed a hand firmly on your thigh. The movement was so domestic and it had your stomach in knots and those pesky butterflies exploding through your body. Your stomach grumbled again and you pressed your hands to your abdomen, groaning. “When was the last time we ate?”

“We used up the last of those rations a couple of days ago.” The ship jolted underneath you and you clamped your hand around the bottom of the seat to stop yourself falling. Poe grunted, pulling the joystick up to avoid the chunk of rock floating lazily towards the ship. 

“What the fuck?” You craned your neck, the star-spotted sky cluttered with chunks of rock and stone. “Where are we?”

“Passing through the outer rim.” Poe answered, dodging another asteroid as the ship juddered. 

“Poe! This ship can’t take a single hit. I mean it!” 

“You think I’m trying?” His voice was raised, brows creased as his concerntration peaked and you held onto the back of your seat fro dead life. “I’m not looking to fucking crash again!” 

You squeezed your eyes shut, pretending you were anywhere else but on a rickety, broken ship with the reckless idiot Poe Dameron fighting for your life. You screwed your hands up into fists, pinching the delicate skin of your palm in your nails as you tried to keep unwanted tears at bay. The fear you felt now was unparralled to anything else and the shrapnel wound beneath your shirt burned at the mere thought of another crash, possibly a crash you wouldn’t survive. You trusted Poe, you trusted Poe, but you just couldn’t calm yourself down. The ship creaked, dipping and you let out a small squeak of fear before you felt Poe’s hand back on your thigh and the ship even out again. “Sweetheart? Sweetheart, open your eyes.” You clenched your teeth, gingerly opening your eyes to meet Poe’s soft brown orbs and his gentle smile. “We’re okay, sweetheart.” You looked past him to see a clear path, the chuncks of rocks and asteroid behind you. 

“Fuck me.” You whispered, biting your nail to keep your nerves down. 

“I already did, baby.’ 

You choked, coughing in a pathetic attempt to hide it and Poe smirked, hand sliding a little further up your leg. ‘Poe.” You whispered, “Eyes on the sky.”

“I don’t need to see you sweetheart, hearing you is enough.” 

“Poe…” and despite your promise, you melted back into his touch as he rubbed over the thin fabric of your flight suit, making you squirm beneath his touch. A second later, he pulled his hand away, resting back on your thigh and the smirk on his lips was the most infuriating, sexy thing you’d ever been witness to in your life. ‘Fuck you.” You murmured breathlessly, letting your eyes close as you struggled to get yourself back under control. Poe laughed and you shook your head, aiming a weak kick to his leg without opening your eyes. 

A comfortable silence washed over the two of you and your fingers traced small circles across Poe’s ahdn as you hummed under your breath, matching the sound of the ship underneath you. It was almost peaceful, your hand in Poe’s, the dull drone of the ship as you finally broke through the tree line outside the base. The ship shuddered underneath you and your eyes flew open, grasping Poe’s hand as tight as you could as the ship crashed into the undergrowth outside the base, skidding to a halt and kicking up dirt as you were thrown from your seat onto Poe. “Holy shit!” You yelled as Poe caught you, wrapping you in his arms as you looked up at him, a grin breaking across your face. “Holy shit.” You laughed, letting your head fall back as Poe’s laughter rumbled through his chest. You climbed off of Poe’s lap, struggling towards the ladder as the ship tilted on the ground. “C’mon before this thing collapses.”

You ducked under a fallen pipe, kicking the pole above the ladder and climbing down, Poe following close behind as the crowd of Resistance fighters drew closer, three droids ruling past you and spraying at he side of the ship. “It’s on fire!” Poe yelled, “All of it, the whole thing. It’s on fire.” The fire crew ran past him as you smacked him lightly, walking towards Leia who had parted the crowds as she moved to the front. 

“You’re alive.” Poe shook his head, ginning broadly at the general as she ,glanced to you, eyes twinkling. “Seems sending the you was the right choice.”

You nodded, smacking Poe who opened his mouth to protest. “Yes. Yeah, I got us back.”

“Actually,” Poe cleared his throat, ignoring the glares you were sending him. “she’s got a pretty bad shrapnel wound.”  You gaped at Poe who shrugged unapologetically. ‘Sorry, sweetheart, but I’m not having you almost die on me again.”

“I won’t!” You protested, ignoring the quickly darkening corners of your vision. The adrenaline that had been kept you awake and from hurting disappeared and you fell into the arms of the med team. Maybe it was the hunger, the dehydration or the gaping wound in your side but a wave of exhaustion crashed over you and Poe nodded to the med team who took you without another word. He winked as you smiled weakly, the sudden fatigue weakening you until you were being carried through the halls, a smile on your face as Poe’s face faded from your vision and you fell gently into the comfort of darkness. 

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“Flashlight” Turns Into Lantern Turns Into Lamp?

I started off by creating my design as a 3d model and on paper!

Some Sketches. The measurements ended up being pointless.

I headed off to home depot to get myself some wood, a clear plastic pipe, some wood glue and screws! I also ordered some extremely cheap LED lights off amazon. (They suck but i needed something USB powered and cheap)

Me traveling with my wood

I then sliced up the wood with the miter saw! The outer box being 30cm by 15cm and the inner box being 24 ish by 10cm.

After I cut out those pieces i got some wood glue and glued em together, using clamps to hold the pieces of wood

I then drilled holes into the bottoms for the plastic pipe to go through! They are 1 1/2″ in diameter except for the one at the very bottom which is 1 1/4″. I needed a hole that would let the LED cables come out but not be so big that the light itself would fall through.

I also used the drill press when i was able to, but Ben had to be quick before Isabelle got off her shift so we only had a few minutes. I forgot to snap a picture :(

The multiple pieces with their holes drilled! The piece at the top was found in the junk shelf and was going to be used as a handle but I ultimately decided against it.

I then cut the pipe to about 26 CM but I also forgot to take a picture. Here is a picture after it was cut and i tried fitting it into the holes I made.

VERY SNUG FIT. Had to slice about a 1/4cm off and readjust. I wanted it to be snug so it stays all together, but first cut was too long and wayyy too hard to get in.

Next I got a thick VGA cable from the junk shelf and cut it to the same size as the pipe. I wanted this so that i could have a surface to wrap the LED strip around while still being thin enough to fit in the pipe.

I am sorry I forgot to take a pic of the LEDs wrapped around the cable :(

After i wrapped the LEDS around the light part was done and I inserted it into the enclosure! This is what it looked like.

I disassembled everything because it all needed to be sanded and looking presentable. I don’t have photos of me sanding the enclosure but i do have a photo of the sanding of the little handle piece that I ended up not using. Just pretend that i am sanding the actual structure here.

Also tried sanding the extra pipe piece to see if I could scuff it up and make it look like frosted plastic? My friend matthew is pictured here sanding it. It did not work.

After it was all sanded the thang was basically done. Just had to photograph it! Also my documentation is bad towards this part as you may be able to tell because i was tired and it slipped my mind. I started off documenting so much better, what happened to me...

HERE ARE THE FINAL PHOTOS!

Thanks to Matthew for these photos, the editing is amazing! Also thanks to Matthew for being my extra pair of hands and helping me troubleshoot issues as they arose.

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Morning Shadows Pt. 3

The best times in life seemed to flash by the quickest. Feverish snogging reminiscent of adolescent behavior and the mixture of alcohol led to him delivering her to rest with the patented princess-carry. A hand brushed the hair from her visage as he tucked S’mira in. He couldn’t help but smile at the image. That expression quickly faded from his bearing.

He struck a match and took a few puffs from his pipe to get it going. He needed the brisk air of the Shirogane beach just outside his house to help him refocus as he leaned on one of the cherry blossoms in his yard- the haziness of inebriation still lingering slightly along with the euphoria. He needed to come down from the clouds and as if just on cue... a masked figure in formal attire knelt before him.

“My lord,” the white haired Miqo’te spoke in a feminine voice, “I’ve located their base of operations… are you certain you want me to bring… her? She’s… inexperienced and foolish. She will be nothing but a hindrance.”

Hadriel sighed a plume of smoke, “Once upon a time, you and N’syri would both follow my word without question…” She offered a nod, “I-I...” she spoke softly behind the mask. “You’re the only two I have left since before I left Doma. Trust in me.” he responded. Silence fell about them as a delicate rain. “I understand.” she offered before reality tore and distorted while they blinked out of existence.

K’vyna lamented her own hesitation. Hadriel had done nothing but put his faith in her and she could not offer the same. She lowered her mask a moment as she held it to her chest, reminiscing. Her eyes shifted about, assessing the landscape.

“This was once part called Castrum Novum…” she would point off into the distance, “Camp Revenant’s Toll was there… since the battle of Silvertear Skies the land has been torn asunder and neither exist. Now Castrum Centri stands over the ruins of Novum, and this part remains abandoned…” she looked back to the warehouse. “Between the adventurers in Revenant’s Toll, Imperial patrols, aetheric instability, desolate landscape, unexploded ceruleum tanks, and morbols, this is both the best and worst place for our target to hide their base of operations.” She sighed heavily and put her mask back on, “S’era… this is dangerous. If you want to back out, this is your only chance. There is no reason for you to risk your life here for a cause you don’t understand.”

S’era gripped the katana she had on lease with her good hand, before eyeing K’vyna carefully. “It’s a castrum. Er… was a castrum. I’m well aware of the danger, Vyna. I need this experience anyway.” She paused as her eyes drifted north. “If the layout is similar, it means navigating a well-fortified castrum will be far easier, when the time comes. Let’s get to work.”

A smirk would be hidden behind K’vyna’s mask. A fellow student under the man who was once her master- how eager she was to prove herself. “Keep up then.” she would comment before focusing her aether to her feet, quick-stepping off the cliff and dashing under the guise of night along the broken walls of the rebuilt castrum. She would spot patrols about her path- not Imperials, but security guards hired from Ul’dah. A keen eye would notice the shinobi along the perimeter keeping an eye on the patrols as well. The first shot rung out in silence as Vyna’s rapier pierced the patroller, spinning around as she pulled the blade. The second’s throat was slashed in one smooth movement. She casted a chantless spell: Aero, to keep the bodies from smashing to the ground and raising the alarm. Quickly she began pulling one of the corpses to some cover as she signalled S’era to do the same with the other.

She was only a handful of paces behind the woman, more of a bystander watching her work than an equal participant. With her bandaged hand she kept her hood low over her head, just in case someone spotted her; once the spell wore off and the bodies settled in the dirt, S’era gripped the dead lalafell by the ankles and dragged him behind a rusty crate. Silently she poked her head up to see K’vyna doing the same with the hyur, folding his arms and tucking him into what looked like a garbage dumpster. She looked both ways once, twice, then three times, before darting out into the open and dashing across the walkway, stopping at K’vyna’s side with a powerslide through the dust.

The masked one weaved wind-aspected aether to settle the earth S’era had disturbed. “There are shinobi around watching, you need to be more careful.” she commented before lifting the cover of a nearby garbage chute. “We need to cut a path through for Hadriel and to make sure no one else interferes when he finds his quarry.”

S’era strained to scan the outer perimeter, her blue and teal eyes glowing ever faintly in the dark; she saw no one standing guard, but, if they really were shinobi, that much is to be expected. “Shouldn’t we help him?” She asked in a hushed whisper. “He shouldn’t be fighting his target alone, should he?”

K’vyna tilted her head toward the chute, gesturing for her to get through. “He’s taught you a bit…right? Do you think you’ll be more of a help or hindrance if he had to fight someone seriously?” S’era didn’t know how to answer that at first, taking a long moment to think about it; he taught her the basics- the very basics of swordplay, but she was still quite handy with a pair of daggers. Still, reach trumped subtlety, and in an open battle, no amount of fancy knifework would compare to a skilled swordsman.

“... I don’t think I’d be much help, no.” She was reluctant to admit it. “Let’s clear the path… that much I -can- do.”

K’vyna allowed a crooked grin to form beneath her cover, “He taught me too, trust me, you’ll learn more from watching at this point.” she affirmed before tugging S’era before the chute, patting her on the rear. “Upsy-daisy.”

She scampered into the chute, crawling through dirt, dust, and hopefully little else through the pitch darkness. It was a tight squeeze- even for a miqo’te as small as herself, forcing her to tuck her hands under her chest and wiggle through the confined space as quickly but as silently as she could. When she caught a whiff of fresh air, it tasted like the best thing she’d eaten in years; the chute suddenly led upward, and she eagerly followed the faint light at the end of the tunnel. 

S’era opened the lid to find herself in some sort of bathroom, her clothes covered in years-old grime and waste. She poked her ears out first and scanned the room for any sounds, before tilting the seat back to wiggle herself free. “Azeyma above…!” She whispered the moment she was convinced the coast was clear, gagging and coughing as she stood on solid ground again. Wisely she chose to pull her long coat off her body to never wear again.

K’vyna looked over what appeared to be a hand-drawn sketch on a napkin. “Okay, we need to get out of this room, take a right at the corridor, leave the building, and we can open the gates… show me what you got S’era.”

She eyed the woman sideways before handing K'vyna her katana and pulling two curved daggers from her belt; the Way of the Blade may still be foreign to her, but the thief's creed were a song and dance she knew all too well. Free from her stained overcoat, S'era was free to move about silently in her form-fitting ebon leathers; skulking through the darkness was second nature, and it wasn't long until she found her first of many targets.

"Gods I love workin’ ‘ere." An enthusiastic lalafell loudly proclaimed, his pants halfway down his stubby legs as he pissed against the wall. "No noisy ‘venturers snoopin’ around playin’ at ‘eroes. No battles. No nothin’! Just gettin’ paid ta look at crumbling ruins. Any fool would kill ta get a job this easy, heheheh!" S'era looked around to notice he wasn't talking to anyone specifically; just a bored grunt thinking out loud.

She crept up on him as he wiggled the last few droplets free. Just as he pulled up and buckled his trousers she descended on him, her hand clamped down on his mouth as her blade pierced his coat. "Mmrph-?!" He wiggled and fought against her, but his arm was pinned to his side, and his weapon might as well be miles away. A few more stabs in his chest and his widened eyes finally relaxed. S'era dragged him back into one of the stalls and propped his body onto a toilet; with luck, the stench of his corpse and the need for privacy would render him unnoticed until it was far too late.

“Fufu?” Another voice called out. “Where the hells did you waddle off to, halfman?” A roegadyn four times S’era’s size came stepping into the dimly lit hallway, carrying a rifle on his shoulder and a lantern in his grasp. Immediately he noticed the pool of urine in the corner, and before long he caught sight of the blood trail leading further into the abandoned stalls. “What the-”

S’era dropped down onto his shoulders from the ceiling, her hand dragging his helmet down and over his eyes. Her knife repeatedly found his throat and collar as he coughed and gagged on both the cold sting of steel and the warmth of his own blood, thrashing around to grip the attacker to pull her off his back. He slammed her against the wall once, then twice, but soon his strength began to wane; he collapsed to one knee with a hard thud, before falling limp face first onto the floor. With a flick of her wrist she pulled her blade free and stepped off his back, choosing to wipe her blade clean on his arm before slipping it back into her belt.

K’vyna brought a hand to her mouth as she uttered a quiet and inaudible incantation. “Verfire.” She gestured her hand toward the defeated man, blowing a kiss of flames at her victim. The coat of the unconscious mercenary sparked and flashed before bursting into flames. The fire licked at everything about it, threatening to swallow everything in proximity. She simply nodded at S’era to acknowledge her efforts and shifted out of the area in a blink.

The courtyard outside was a little more complicated than two fools hiding in a building to avoid their responsibilities. Five soldiers stood out in the open: two on either side of the gate, another two walking their scheduled routes back and forth, and the last one sitting up in a nearby watchtower. “We need to work fast unless we want to raise the alarm.” S’era whispered to K’vyna. “Sooner or later they’re going to smell the burning bodies, or see the smoke. We don’t have much time.” She glanced over her shoulder before asking, “Any ideas?”

“That’s the point, they’re going to come to us soon. The fire is a distraction…” she sighed as she affixed a focus onto the hilt of her rapier, raising it to the sky as if a staff. “I’m going to draw their attention. Open the gate.” A series of runic circles glowed hazardously around her as she muttered them into existence. 

"R-right… I knew that." She did not know that. S’era bit her lip before slipping through the shadows. The soft pads on her boots made each step nigh-undetectable, but as soon as she broke off into a full on sprint, there was little that could dampen her approach. One of the guards near the gate was halfway through rubbing his nose on his finger when he glanced over to see her eyes glistening in the dark. “Who’s sneaking arou-?!” The flash of a dagger caused him to blink, before the sting of the blade biting into his shoulder forced him to stagger. S’era performed a powerslide through his legs, slicing clean through cloth and tendon along the way, before pressing her feet beneath her and launching herself at the other guard who was formerly preoccupied with a lazy yawn. Her blade found his chest twice before his throat, giving him ample time to holler out in agony before gurgling on his wounds; he gripped S’era by the face before falling backward, crashing against the gate on his way to spinning to the ground.

The two patrolling guards glanced over to see a Miqo'te on top of their friend, stabbing him repeatedly with a soaked dagger in her grasp.

“Verflare.” 

A blinding orange radiance flashed into existence above the unsuspecting patrol. The space around them distorted as if the laws of physics just within that space had changed and warped irreparably before a surge of magic swallowed the area whole. After the screeching from the spell died down the alarum was raised: less an annoying Imperial warbling and more a cacophony of mercenaries barking at each other confused. K’vyna shouted, “We need to drag them away, get the gate open now!” No sooner did she say the words did her gaze snap to the nearby rooftops. Skittering shadows from silhouettes moving too fast for normal soldiers darted toward them; a group of shinobi were on the approach.

The crippled guard rose to a foot and raised his rifle at S’era, but she saw him long before he was ready. An explosion of smoke erupted from her feet moments before he fired, his dead companion twitched once from getting shot. She rolled out of the smoke and let loose another dagger, this time planting it squarely between his eyes with a wet slurk! With both guards dead, she was free to run to the rusty gate to fiddle with the pulleys. “Keep them off me for a bit longer!” She called out, pulling the ropes as fast as she could.

The masked girl dropped her rapier and focus, instead holding tightly onto the sheath and hilt of Sera’s katana. “Hissatsu: Guren.” she spoke calmly as she recalled the lessons of her master. Swordsmanship was an art- among all the things she was taught, that had resonated with her the most. She yearned to understand the meaning and intent behind every graceful skill bestowed upon her from the teachings of countless Samurai past, specifically, the ancient souls guiding her master’s blade. This artistry’s name carried the meaning ‘Deathblow: Crimson Lotus’; a gaudy name for a technique perhaps, but an apt one nevertheless. Four of the shinobi were able to dodge or parry the flurry of flying edges from K’vyna’s slashes as they landed but a fifth shattered about a crimson mist. Regardless, she created space between S’era and them which was ultimately her goal. A dizziness overcame her as she knelt to the ground, holding herself up with the sheathed sword.

The gate wasn’t even halfway open, but there was enough room for a Roegadyn or Hrothgar to crouch through; it would have to suffice. Kicking the lever with the heel of her boot to jam it out of place, S’era ran over to the dead guard, pried the rifle from his hands, aimed at the group of shinobi set to swarm K’vyna, and fired. Her aim was terrible, but she pulled one of them away from the group to handle her. Unfamiliar with how these unwieldy Garlean rifles even worked, S’era aimed and fired another round to hopefully kill her pursuer before he reached her; she missed again.

The mercenary dropped to his knees and ate gravel regardless, sliding across the ground to stop a few inches away from her feet. S’era, more confused than relieved, looked up to see the others scattering back into the dark like roaches exposed to light; she turned the new corpse over to see several metal needles protruding his throat and head. In the distance came two silhouettes calmly approaching the gate - another masked Miqo’te in a purple yukata escorted Hadriel through the entrance, bowing respectfully. He eyed the two who had worked hard till the present, “I figured you would’ve dragged them off by now.” Hadriel turned back to the third Miqo’te who remained silent, he would nod at her. She returned the gesture in kind and shifted off to her next assignment.

“That was some fine bladework S’era…”  Hadriel sauntered over to K'vyna, handing her the focus and rapier she dropped before patting her shoulder, taking the katana from her. S’era couldn’t tell if she was being mocked or not, but held her tongue nonetheless once he turned to K’vyna. “And some impressive swordsmanship from you. Glad you haven’t forsaken all my lessons for magic.” she pouted a bit in response; although she wanted to be upset, she was also pleasantly surprised by the rare compliment. He turned to hand the katana back to S’era, “Does it have a name yet?” More hustling and bustling could be heard in the background, but the noises slowly died down.

"Not yet." S'era shook in her boots as the adrenaline began to wear off. "Not until I can wield it properly. It was a gift from a friend, who also studied the blade. It feels foolish to give it a name before I know how to use it." Her gaze snapped to something in the corner of her eye, fearing the shinobi had returned with reinforcements; but they were either hiding exceptionally well, or they were long gone. Was it the mysterious Miqo’te woman’s doing? Do the shinobi fear Hadriel? S’era didn’t have ample time to ask herself- or anyone else- these questions, before her mentor began his approach to the open gate.

He offered her a smile and turned to the warehouse structure. “A conversation for another time perhaps. Your fellow pupil awaits. We wouldn’t want to keep her waiting.”

S'era nodded in silence before trotting off to catch up to K'vyna. He watched S’era assist her into the shadows with fading interest, his once comforting smile all but gone. His boots clacked along the metal grating inside the building as Hadriel made his way to the ground floor.

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