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Part 3//

As its name implied, the Mines had been exploited a few centuries ago, until its nature began to show. Workers had noticed the low density of the rock. It was easy to dig, easy to extract what they needed. They only understood why when the Mines turned against them, when it started to coil like snakes and to trap men in closed corridors. What power or consciousness that ran through the place had been disturbed, and had done what it needed to regain tranquility. It had taken many years to wake up and since, it didn’t look like it would settle again.

The entry was the only part of the Mines that didn't move, likely because it was the link between it and this plan of reality. Thomas and Neil stood side by side in front of its cavernous mouth. Luxurious vegetation gave rise to granite and then to a large, dark hole. It looked like it had collapsed from inside, as if the last meters of rock before the surface had been sucked up. It was eerily silent, as if the Mines was feeling them, holding its breath, waiting to see their first move to react accordingly.

Thomas took a long breath of crisp air and stepped inside swiftly, holding an already lit lamp.

Neil looked one last time at the cloudy sky full of pink hues from the sunset, lingered on the moons, and followed.

Massive crossbeams braced the walls. Despite time and the shifting of the Mines, they held. The alchemists followed eroded rails, straight forward. The corridor through granite at a perfect height for men. Soon, they were plunged into darkness, save for what they could see with Thomas' lamp. They progressed swiftly until the echo of their steps summoned others: from the depths of the tunnel emerged a troop of men armed with lutes. They marched and played furiously. At their center was their leader, who sang like he was possessed.

"Stop right theeeeeeere!" hollered the baritone.

His torso was so wide that he occupied almost the width of the corridor. His lung capacity enabled him to maintain his "there" for an admirable length.

Thomas and Neil freezed. With sidsteps and ballet leaps strangely gracious for a group of luth players, the troup steered toward them. The music faded to only a few cord plucking.

"I didn't think we would have company inside those tunnels," muttered Neil.

Thomas elbowed him and plastered a smile.

"Gentlemen! What an encounter!"

"What an encounter indeed," replied the leader, chest puffing out. "We are the Lutheurs, lute players and wanderers of these tunnels with their extraordinary acoustics. And you, gentlemen! What are you doing here with this strange luminescent rock?"

"Well, we are looking for an artefact. A Flower of gold petals," replied Thomas.

"Would you have seen it, perchance?" added hastily Neil.

A shiver ran through the group. They all whispered among themselves, and the leader finally swept a hand to demand silence.

"As a matter of fact, we did, about, what would we say? Two hundred ballads and eighteen odes?"

"Nineteen." muttered someone.

Neil felt his hopes rising. Maybe this will be way easier than what he expected. Beside him, Thomas was vibrating with excitement.

"Could you guide us? Tell us where to find it?"

"That's another kettle of fish! To find your Flower... It's in a zone of high density, very bright light, so listen for muffled cotton and syrup echos. We do have ways to orientate ourselves, but for novices like you... Do you have a musical ear? That's mostly how we feel the layout of the Mines as we progress. We tried a map, but the Mines move so quickly, it wasn’t any use."

"A map?" echoed faintly Thomas.

"A map as in the Codex Code map?" added his colleague.”Like this map?”

Confronted with the golden drawing, they collectively squinted. A new wave of whispers rose.

"Aye. The Mines were the last of our objectives, but that was a long time ago..."

"No kidding"

"All we’ve known are the Mines since. One of us broke off the group. He must have compiled our knowledge. He went with his own copies of our studies. Do you know him? Is he well?"

Neil made an effort to close his mouth and breathe through his nose. Thomas was too stunned to say anything.

"Are you aware of the passage of time here? It's been centuries, your buddy is long dead. We don't even know his name."

A low ramble emerged from their throat. It was the sound of sorrow and melancholy, a lost memory brought to the surface that brought only tears. Their grief was sudden but ephemeral, soaked by the tunnel.

"Could you be our guides?" pressed Neil.

"Guides? We're no guides! No one can be guided inside the Mines, foolish man! The Mines are to be traveled through, to be felt! It welcomed us, and it will welcome you. You have to open yourselves up to its beauty, and you'll feel no tiredness, no lassitude... You have light; you'll be alright!"

"But..."

"OH! NEW RHYMES ARE COMING TO ME!"

Eyes bulging, the baritone looked stunned. He took a lungful, his right neighbor started a bass, and music spread across the troupe while the singer started:

"Luminescent rock, luminescent rock, whispers a newborn moon crescent... You have light, you'll be allllllrigggght—that's all you need inside the Mines, light and a heart as good as miiiiine!"

Neil and Thomas exchanged a glance, one shrugged, the other one started to go backwards. One of the players pinned them with a glare, but no one interrupted their leader, in trance. Both alchemists weaved a path through the crowd until they reached a turn to take another path.

"They are perfectly synchronized."

"It's like they're sharing a hive mind."

They both shivered. Thomas levered their lamp higher, trying to give more light to the damp corridor. It was plunging into darkness and earth depths. Behind him, Neil smoothed out his map, trying to find their location. They carried on for ten or so minutes without any change.

"In what did I engage," sighed Neil.

"In the security of the kingdom. Sort of."

"Admittedly."

There was a beat of silence.

"If only you could feel the flower," muttered Neil.

Thomas made a face over his shoulder. Then he fell forward. He yelped and owed his life to the quickness of his partner, who pounced to grab him. In the panic, Neil got a foot in his face.

"Stop flailing! For Magnum Opus' sake!"

"PULL ME UP!"

They took their breaths back against the wall. Darkness had fallen on them.

"You dropped the lamp."

"I dropped the lamp."

Neil leaned over the hole, noticed the soft glow still falling, and wondered if it was worth bringing it back or creating themselves some light for the rest of their trip. Between fighting against gravity and creating light, his choice was easy to make.

"Thomas, you know how to create light, right?"

"Mmm, yes. It's basic."

"So, seeing as I saved your skin, you start. We'll take turns. You all right?"

Thomas clenched his hands to stop their tremors and opened them slowly to reveal a quivering glow. His face was anxious under moving shadows, but the light grew stronger. He lifted his eyes to Neil, smile back in place.

"Does this suit you?"

"Perfect. Come on. Let's move."

Neil helped him back to his feet. Thomas took a second to lean carefully over the gaping hole. He considered the infinite fall he would have been subjected to had Neil not been there. His skin crawled with unease, and he turned back to his fellow alchemist, who was waiting for him a few steps ahead.

"Thanks."

"That's nothing. Look at the map. We can't say for sure where we are yet, but considering the difference in elevation, there aren't that many options. It could even be that if we follow this descent, we'll get right into the heart of the Mines."

That hope didn’t last.

"I think we are completely lost," muttered Thomas what seemed like a few hours later.

He sat down on a large, flat rock, defeated, and looked up at the only available vantage point: the cave ceiling far above them, from which phosphorescent stalactites hung. They were almost glittering, like a mirror of the stalagmites that surrounded them. They didn't leave them the slightest opening to move straight forward. It was a soothing sight, but not enough to forget that the alchemists were lost in a labyrinth. They had tried to always turn right, but the labyrinth seemed sentient because they started going round in circles. Or maybe all the stalagmites looked the same, and the Mines didn't have an ounce of creativity when it came to the details. It had been several hours of fruitless walk. Thomas stretched out his legs and let himself fall back on the rock, exhausted. No traces of the Flower yet. He couldn't trace it.

They had stopped in a little clearing. A small spring flowed, plunging back underground some distance away. A natural pond lay at its head, enabling them to drink the cold water. Neil finished drinking and grew pensive. He took a seat beside Thomas, looking at him from the corner of his eye.

"I don't understand—you were at the top of your division at the Academy. And now you work for the Circle?"

"I'm a freelancer."

"You were so passionate it was intimidating."

"I was," sighed Thomas. "I loved Alchemy for itself, and I still do. I didn't get along with the professional aspect of it. I-I don't see the point anymore."

Thomas shrugged and hid his face by looking away from Neil. He blinked back some tears and centered himself.

"But you did good," he added, glancing back.

"Are you... envious of my position at the Court?"

"No. There's nothing exciting about it for me. What I envy is that you have found a mentor."

"That's because you don't know Agrippa," muttered Neil. "Years pass but that doesn't calm her down. Quite the contrary."

Thomas chuckled and straightened up.

"Well, we have to get out of this segment of the Mines."

"Agreed."

In desperation, Neil started to rummage through the multiple pockets of his robes, hoping to find something useful. Thomas followed his progression by the rustle of the fabric and frustrated growling gaining in intensity, until Neil claimed:

"No way! This is perfect! Thomas!"

He was brandishing a small, wooden, painted turtle, its head suspended in the middle of the bright blue shell. It was oscillating madly as he waved the little object.

"This is our solution!"

"I must say, I don't follow you."

"I had forgotten about it! How long has it been since we saw each other?" cooed Neil. "This is my internal compass!"

"What, this little thing?"

Neil glared at him, tucking the little turtle against his chest. With good reason: an internal compass was a precious object for their kind. Some never found it, as was the case for Thomas. Or hasn't found it yet, he would have corrected. Some, like Neil, found their compass during childhood, so it incarnated into an innocuous thing. Simply put, an internal compass gave them an indication on their life path, in order to keep their goal in view. Neil clicked his tongue.

"Well, this thing will show us the exit of this damn labyrinth! If there is an object that will not be influenced by it, it would be this one."

"It doesn't cost anything to try."

Neil nodded and raised the turtle to his eyes.

"Come on, little one. Show me my destiny."

He gave it an affectionate tap on its head. It bobbed, oscillated and went to the left. Neil slowly turned on himself to check its calibration, but the turtle didn't change directions.

"I think this is our way."

"This is definitely the way out, to the Palace," remarked Thomas.

"Better than nothing."

Something slapped Thomas right on the forehead. It was a big drop of fresh water. He considered his wet hand, the stalactites far above, and a thought that had been working its way into the background suddenly became obvious. The stalactites were a mirror of the stalagmites. Literally. If his legs weren't so heavy, he would have jumped with joy.

"Sorry to break it to you, but we're not going to need your internal compass, cute as it is. If we can find the exit up there, we'll have the exit down here. They mirror each other, see?"

"You're wasting your time at the Circle."

"I just got eyes, you know."

"I got eyes too, and I didn't notice this. Perfect symmetry. Incredible. This place is a wonder."

With those words, if the Mines had been a dog instead of a geological thing, they would have shaken their tails excitedly, or tried to lick Neil's entire face. As it was, the Mines were more like a predatory feline ready to pounce from its hiding place. They purred in the form of a low rumbling running underground.

Neil and Thomas made their way out of the labyrinth, Thomas carefully marking the path as he went. They considered the map and what they had yet to see. They had a few elements to try, and they were able to set a path towards the center of gravity. As they were progressing through yet another tunnel, Neil suddenly tensed and altered his step.

"Do you feel that?"

"Mmm, think so, yes. Since the last turn."

Neil turned to fully look at Thomas, resisting the urge to pinch his nose to keep his calm.

"You didn't say anything?"

"Wasn't sure. Now that you feel it too, I am. I definitely feel a pull."

There was something else. Neil waited patiently for Thomas to decide to continue.

"I think we should go back a little bit,” Thomas said. “There was a junction. It seems to me it might be the right direction. It's hard to say exactly."

Patience, Neil repeated to himself. He knew how to deploy treasures of patience in front of the baroness of Hilderness. He could do it here. He was not to let the Mines get the best of him. As a Court Alchemist, he had a certain standing to maintain, no matter what the circumstances or location.

"Well, let's go ahead and check out that junction."

<<Part 1 <Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4>>

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jomanuworld · 5 years ago

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Jesus Christ Superstar (1973) - The Last Supper

“BLEACHING THE CLOUDY, CONFUSING, TEDIOUS AND PAINFUL HISTORICAL PATHWAY OF GODS CREATED BY HUMAN TROGLODYTES OVER THE YEARS TO JUSTIFY OUR EXISTENCE IN THE UNIVERSE.” I'M ALL CONFUSED, BROKEN- HEARTED, AS WELL AS A VICTIM OF RELIGIOUS INDOCTRINATION EXPERIENCING PARALYSIS BY ANALYSIS AND 75% OF MY DENDRITES ARE FRIED!! HUMAN TROGLODYTES HAVE EXPERIENCED MORE THAN 7000 YEARS OF RELIGIOUS TORTURE AND PSYCHOLOGICAL INDOCTRINATION IN THE NAME OF AN ILLUSIVE GOD. NOW I UNDERSTAND WHY ADOLF HITLER WAS TRYING TO EXTERMINATE THE JEWISH RACE FROM PLANET EARTH. FIRST, THE JEWS MANUFACTURED THEIR FAKE NEW GOD BY COERCION AND TO PROTECT THEMSELVES FROM EXTERNAL ANNIHILATION. SECOND, HITLER DID NOT LIKE THE RELATIVE NEW SOCIAL/REVOLUTIONARY AND RADICAL IDEAS INTRODUCED BY JEWISH COMMUNISTS TO REPLACE RUSSIA'S DESPOTIC CZAR. THEREFORE, LET'S JUMP INTO OUR IMAGINARY TIME MACHINE AND LET'S BEGIN FROM TIME 0!

ACCORDING TO BRITISH ANTHROPOLOGIST EDWARD BURNETT TYLOR, (10/1832 - 01/1917), "ANIMISM IS THE FIRST STAGE IN A EVOLUTIONARY TREE OF INCREASING CULTURAL COMPLEXITY SOCIETIES." IN OTHER WORDS, HUMAN TROGLODYTES FIRST PRIMITIVE RELIGION WAS ANIMISM, FOLLOWED BY POLYTHEISM, FOLLOWED BY MONOTHEISM, AND FINALLY CULMINATING AND EMBRACING SCIENTIFIC RATIONALISM. IN SHORT, TYLOR WITH HIS THEORY OF HUMAN-GOD EVOLUTION HAS MURDERED ALL THE GODS CREATED BY PRIMITIVE TROGLODYTES OVER THE YEARS. THIS MEANS THAT YAHWEH WAS AN ELUSIVE GOD FROM THE BEGINNING OF TIME, SATAN HAS NO JOB, UNEMPLOYED FOREVER, AHURA MAZDA HAS NO PURPOSE IN THIS PLANET, BABALU-AYE IS A PLANETARY ENIGMA, AND VOODOO PRIESTS ARE WASTING THEIR TIME BY SACRIFICING ANIMALS TO FEED SPIRITS.

DID MOSES REALLY EXPERIENCE A PRIVATE DIALOG WITH YAHWEH, CALLED REVELATION, OR WE AGNOSTICS SHOULD CONSIDER MOSES ANOTHER MISGUIDED PROPHET TRAPPED IN HIS OWN LITTLE WORLD OF DAILY PRAYERS AND BORROWED AND/OR STOLEN PHILOSOPHICAL IDEAS AND CONCEPTS FROM PREVIOUS PRE-FABRICATED AND PSEUDO-RELIGIONS TO CREATE A NEW POTENT GOD BY INTIMIDATION AND COERCION? “IF YOU DON'T WANT TO LIVE BY THE LAW, YOU SHALL DIE BY THE LAW!” IS THE “LIVE BY THE LAW” CODE OF LAW WAS STOLEN FROM HAMMURABI’S CODE OF LAW BY MOSES OR ABRAM?

DID HEBREWS STEAL MYSTICAL CONCEPTS FROM ZOROASTRIANISM RELIGION TO CREATE ANOTHER ILLUSIVE AND MUCH MORE POTENT GOD (BASED ON THEIR NEEDS)? IS AHURA MAZDA MUCH MORE POWERFUL AND CREATIVE DEITY THAN YAHWEH? WHICH DEITIES CONTROLS AND PROTECT THE AKASHIC RECORDS FROM PAGANS AND THE GROWING MOB OF NON-BELIEVERS IN OUR TIME? YAHWEH OR AHURA MAZDA?

IS THIS HEBREW GOD YAHWEH CRAZY OR ANOTHER MISGUIDED DIVINE ENTITY?????!!!

I'M SCARED TO DEATH!! THE MORE I LOOK INTO THE HOLY BIBLE, I GET MORE CONFUSED. SPOOKY, FABRICATED, EXTRAPOLATED LIES AND CONTRADICTIONS ARE SCATTERED THROUGHOUT THE HOLY NOVELLA LEAVING READERS IN LIMBO AND CONFUSED. I'M DIVING INTO MY THIRD EYE TO REALLY FIND OUT WHO IS THE CREATOR OF THIS PLANET AND WHAT IS INSIDE OUR BRAIN THAT MAKES US THINK AND BELIEF IN A SUPREME GOD, A CREATOR OF THE UNIVERSE. THAT'S WHY I AM TRACKING AND DECODING THE HEBREWS, MOSES AND THE YAHOO - YAHWEH GODS!!!!! TRACKING YAHWEH'S ABRACADABRA LIES AND THE CONTRADICTIONS OF THE BIBLE. TRACKING, DECODING THE JESUS ENIGMA/PARADOX AND THE PAINFUL EVOLUTIONARY PROCESS FROM HUMAN TROGLODYTE TO HUMAN GOD BECAUSE PRAYING FOR A GOD WHO WASN'T THERE NOR ANYWHERE IN THE UNIVERSE TO SOLVE OUR HUMAN DILEMMAS IS NOT A WAY OUT TO ESCAPE FROM OUR REALITY! ANYWAY, YAHWEH IS DEAD AND ALL THOSE FILTHY JEWISH CHARACTERS FROM THE BIBLE KILLED JESUS!!!!! THE SPOOKY DIVINE COMEDY CANTICA/NOVELLA CHARACTERS ARE MORE STIMULATING AND REALISTIC THAN THOSE CROOKED CAIAPHAS, RAPISTS, SODOMITES, HOMOSEXUALS, PROSTITUTES, MACHO MEN LESBIANS, BIBLE PIMPS ACTING AS PATRIARCHS, MACHO MEN WARRIORS AND GOD'S FREAKS CHARACTERS MENTIONED IN THE HOLY BIBLE - NOVELLA. DOES YAHWEH UNDERSTAND CONSCIOUSNESS? WHAT IS DIVINE CONSCIOUSNESS IN THE REALMS OF GODS?

ACCORDING TO KARL MARX, "GOD IS NOTHING MORE THAN A PROJECTION OF THE IDEAL HUMAN." “EUREKA!.” NIRVANA, PERHAPS? THE PERSON WHO CAN'T FULFILLS HIS ESSENCE IN THE REAL WORLD, ACHIEVES IT IN THE GREAT BEYOND AND THIS FANTASY LETS HIM BEAR THE MISERY OF HIS DAILY LIFE. KARL MARX CALLED RELIGION, THE OPIUM OF THE PEOPLE BECAUSE IT LOADS PEOPLE INTO A PASSIVE FORGETFUL STUPOR.

Sabbath-breaking Punished:

32 Now while the sons of Israel were in the wilderness, they found a man gathering wood on the sabbath day.

33 Those who saw him gathering wood brought him to Moses and Aaron and all the congregation;

34 and they put him in custody because it had not been declared what should be done to him.

35 Then the Lord said to Moses, “The man shall surely be put to death; all the congregation shall stone him with stones outside the camp.”

36 So all the congregation brought him outside the camp and stoned him to death with stones, just as the Lord had commanded Moses.

37 The Lord also spoke to Moses, saying,

38 “Speak to the sons of Israel, and tell them that they shall make for themselves tassels on the corners of their garments throughout their generations and that they shall put on the tassel of each corner a cord of blue.

39 “It shall be a tassel for you to look at and remember all the commandments of the Lord, to do them and not follow after your own heart and your own eyes, after which you played the harlot,

40 so that you may remember to do all My commandments and be holy to your God.

41 “I am the Lord your God who brought you out from the land of Egypt to be your God; I am the Lord your God.”

The Sign of the Sabbath:

12 The Lord spoke to Moses, saying,

13 “But as for you, speak to the sons of Israel, saying, You shall surely observe My sabbaths; for this is a sign between Me and you throughout your generations, that you may know that I am the Lord who sanctifies you.

14 ‘Therefore you are to observe the Sabbath, for it is holy to you. Everyone who profanes it shall surely be put to death; for whoever does any work on it, that person shall be cut off from among his people.

15 ‘For six days work may be done, but on the seventh day there is a sabbath of complete rest, holy to the Lord; whoever does any work on the sabbath day shall surely

be put to death.

16 ‘So the sons of Israel shall observe the sabbath, to celebrate the sabbath throughout their generations as a perpetual covenant.’

17 “It is a sign between the sons of Israel and Me forever; for in six days the Lord made heaven and earth, but on the seventh day He ceased from labor and was refreshed.”

18 When He had finished speaking with him upon Mount Sinai, He gave Moses the two tablets of the testimony, tablets of stone, written by the finger of God."

IN CONCLUSION, IN MY JOURNEY LOOKING FOR A DIVINE ENTITY, I ONLY FOUND WARS, HUMAN LIES DESIGNED, FABRICATED AND EXTRAPOLATED TO MANIPULATE HUMAN PUPPETS. HUMAN TROGLODYTES CONTROLLING THEIR ENVIRONMENT TO IMPOSE THEIR AUTHORITY AND GOD'S AUTHORITY TO CONTROL OTHERS. YES, AN EYE FOR AN EYE, VINDICTIVE AND ILLUSIVE YAHWEH. NIETZSCHE FINALLY KILLED GOD IN HIS BOOK. "GOD IS DEAD," AND THEN ADOLF HITLER CAME A FEW YEARS LATER TO TRY TO EXTINGUISH THE JEWISH RACE AND OTHER INFERIOR HUMANS IN THE NAME OF HIS NAZI BIOLOGICAL CLEANSING THEORY. SO, MY FINAL QUESTION IS. WHERE WAS YAHWEH AND THE WHOLE HIERARCHY/ARMY OF DEMIGODS WHO WERE CREATED IN MESOPOTAMIA WHEN HITLER WAS TURNING THE JEWISH RACE INTO ASHES TO CREATE A NEW WORLD OF PURE GERMANIC RACE, THE UBERMENSCH, THAT WILL BE CONTROLLED ONLY BY THE WHITE GERMANIC SUPREMACISTS?

IN MY OPINION, THE BIBLE SHOULD BE DOWNGRADED FROM THE WORD OF GOD STATUS TO A COMPILATION OF DISORGANIZED HUMAN IDEAS, REALITIES, AND FANTASIES. THE HUMAN BIBLE CREATED BY HUMAN TROGLODYTES IS OUR ATTEND TO RECORD EVERY HUMAN EXPERIENCE IN A CHAOTIC WORLD. A WORLD WITHOUT LITERATURE. THE BIBLE IS JUST THAT, A COMPILATION OF DISORGANIZED PRIMITIVE LITERATURE. YES, THE FIRST COMPLEX HUMAN NOVELLA USING AND EMPLOYING GOD AS OUR CREATOR AND THE CREATOR OF THE UNIVERSE.

IN THE BEGINNING, WE ALL BOYS, ARE ALL GIRLS. NOW I UNDERSTAND WHY MEN POSSESS TWO NIPPLES IN THEIR CHEST AND LADIES HAVE AN ATROPHIED PENIS HEAD CALLED CLITORIS!!!! NO WONDER THERE ARE SO MANY SISSY BOYS AND LESBIAN MACHO MAN IN THIS PLANET.!!! ALL SISSY BOYS AND LESBIANS MACHO MEN POSSESS BAD, TWISTED, AND DEGENERATED Y OR X CHROMOSOMES. YAHWEH NOR THE HEBREWS FROM THE SPOOKY BIBLE DID NOT KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THE X AND Y CHROMOSOMES PARADOX. SO, IN THE BEGINNING, THE HEBREW BIBLE IS ALL A FAKE NOVELLA NOT THE WORDS OF YAHWEH. EVE WAS NOT CREATED OUT OF ADAM'S RIB AFTER ALL. WAS ADAM A HERMAPHRODITE?

WHAT GOES AROUND, COMES AROUND!!!! LIKE THE WORLD OF DISNEY SONG GOES. "IT'S A SMALL WORLD AFTER ALL." WE ALL ARE LIVING IN A FAKE WORLD PRE-FABRICATED BY HUMAN TROGLODYTES TRYING TO MIMIC GOD AND THE MAN WHO MOVED FORWARD WITH THE ULTIMATE THESIS WAS ADOLF HITLER. SO, KARL MARX IS ALSO CORRECT IN HIS STATEMENT REGARDING RELIGION. "RELIGION IS THE OPIUM OF THE PEOPLE." "IT'S A SMALL WORLD AFTER ALL."!!!!!??? AMEN.!

NOW I UNDERSTAND, ADOLF HITLER SPOOKY EXPERIMENT WITH THE JEWS AND REDUCING THE HEBREW RACE TO NOTHING. YES, TO LESS THAN A VEGETABLE BY DESTROYING THE JEWISH COMMUNIST POPULATION AND CREATING NEW JOBS FOR THE UNEMPLOYED GERMANIC RACE. YES, ADOLF HITLER EMBRACED CHRISTIANITY, THE ROMANS MEGALOMANIAC BEHAVIOR AND FINALLY THE IDEAS OF FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE TO EXTERMINATE THE HEBREW RACE TO CREATE THE NEW GERMANY WITH PURE WHITE GERMANIC SUPERMEN THAT WILL CONTROL THE WORLD WITHOUT A MONO-UNIVERSAL GOD.

AFTER ALL THE PRAYERS, TRIALS, TRIBULATIONS, AND MEDITATIONS OVER THE LAST 7000 YEARS, NO DIVINE ENTITY HAS COME TO THE RESCUE, TO PROTECT ISRAEL AND IN MY OPINION, ADOLPH HITLER AND COMMUNISTS CHALLENGED YAHWEH TO COME FORWARD BUT HE DID NOT SPEAK OUT. COMMUNISTS AND NAZIS HAVE TORTURED MANY JEWISH PEOPLE AROUND THE WORLD AND YAHWEH HAS REMAINED SILENT ALL THESE YEARS. YAHWEH DID NOT REVEAL HIMSELF TO MOSES AND WHAT HAVE BEEN KEEPING JEWS, MUSLIMS, AND CHRISTIANS ALIVE ALL THESE YEARS IS THEIR FAITH. “IT’S FOOLISH TO ATTEMPT TO PROOF TO INFIDELS THAT THE SCRIPTURE IS THE WORD OF GOD, SINCE THIS CAN ONLY BE KNOWN BY FAITH.”

YES, THE TIME WILL COME WHEN CIVILIZATION WILL NO LONGER BE PAYING ATTENTION TO SOCIALISTS NOR COMMUNISTS OUTCRIES BUT IN THE MEANTIME GREEDY CAPITALISTS WILL CONTINUE INFLATING THE PRICES OF GOODS AND SERVICES TO COPE WITH MORE PERSONAL AND CORPORATE DEBTS AND ULTIMATELY MORE REVENUE AND ONLY THEN WE WILL EXPERIENCE OUR NEW AND IMPROVED UNIVERSAL RELIGION CALLED "ANARCHISM." THE WORLD WILL BECOME SO OVERPOPULATED, FRAGMENTED, AND BROKEN THAT THE NEW GENERATION OF HUMAN TROGLODYTES WILL END UP LIKE IN CHARLTON HESTON MOVIE, SOYLENT GREEN. YES, LIVING IN A WORLD OVERPOPULATED AND NO LAND AVAILABLE FOR FARMING AND THE ENTIRE ANIMAL POPULATION DESTROYED OR CONSUMED BY HUMANS ACTING AS PLANET EARTH GODS. A SOCIALIST - ANARCHIST CRUEL WORLD. YES, WE WILL EAT EACH OTHER FOR BREAKFAST, LUNCH, AND DINNER, WORSE THAN IN THE BIBLE STORIES. NO COWS, NO MORE CREAMY HOT CHOCOLATE, NO MILK, NO COLD DRINKS WITH ICE CUBES, NO MORE CREAMY ESPRESSO, NO MEAT, CONTROLLED WATER SUPPLY, A 4 OZ JAR OF STRAWBERRY JAM WILL COST $50.00 (IF YOU HAVE THE MONEY) BUT YOU WILL BE ABLE TO EAT SOYLENT GREEN CRACKERS MADE OUT OF PROCESSED HUMAN CADAVERS. AND FINALLY, LIKE IN ALL SOCIALISTS AND COMMUNISTS COUNTRIES, THE SOYLENT GREEN CRACKERS WILL BE RATIONALIZED LIKE IN THE FORMER SOVIET UNION AND OTHER COMMUNISTS COUNTRIES. AMEN!!!

CONSEQUENTLY, THE GRANDIOSE, ENIGMATIC AND UNIVERSAL QUESTION REMAINS IN FORCE. ARE WE, THE HUMAN TROGLODYTES SPECIMEN POPPETS OF GODS OR WE REALLY PRETENDING TO BE GODS’ OF PLANET EARTH BY EXTERMINATING THE ANIMAL KINGDOM AND FAUNA IN ORDER TO MAKE MORE MONEY IN REAL ESTATE?

ALL MEN MADE RELIGIONS HAVE BEEN MANIPULATED OVER THE YEARS TO ACCOMMODATE HUMAN INSANITIES FOR A LONG TIME NOW, THEREFORE THE TIME HAS COME FOR HUMAN TROGLODYTES TO PROTECT MOTHER NATURE AND THE ANIMAL KINGDOM FROM PSYCHO-HUNTER- CRIMINALS WHO ARE DETERMINED TO DISTORT/ALTER PLANET EARTH ECOSYSTEMS AND THE GLOBAL FAUNA IN THE NAME OF MORE EXPENSIVE REAL ESTATE PROPERTIES IN ORDER TO GENERATE MORE REVENUE. IT IS UP TO US, HUMANS TO BUILD/MAINTAIN OUR PLANET LIKE A GLOBAL PARADISE IN ACCORD TO THE BIBLE PROPHETS AND FANTASIES OR APPLY MOSES' PRINCIPLE IN COMMUNISTS AS WELL AS CAPITALISTS COUNTRIES AS FOLLOW. "IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO LIVE BY THE LAW, YOU ARE GOING TO DIE BY THE LAW." A GLOBAL PLAN MUST BE PLACE IN EFFECT IN ORDER TO HALT/SLOWDOWN THE MASSIVE GLOBAL HUMAN REPRODUCTION IN THIS PLANET. ONLY TIME WILL TELL! THE ONLY THING THAT GOVERNMENTS WILL HAVE TO DO IS TO SLOW DOWN THE OVERPOPULATION PROBLEMS, BAN ILLEGAL CHAIN MIGRATION AROUND THE PLANET AND SLOW DOWN THE LEGAL CHAIN MIGRATION BUSINESS.

BIRTH CONTROL WILL ALSO BECOME A POLITICAL ISSUE IN THE U.S WERE THOUSANDS OF LIBERATED WOMEN ARE USING SEX AS AN ECONOMIC TOOL TO OBTAIN LEGAL STATUS, WELFARE, AND FREE MONEY. U.S AUTOMATIC BIRTHRIGHT CITIZENSHIP SHOULD BE BANNED ASAP IN ORDER TO HALT THE POPULATION GROWTH.OR THE FUTURE GENERATION OF HUMAN TROGLODYTES/YAHOOS WILL EXPERIENCE A RUDE AND CRUEL AWAKENING SIMILAR TO THE SOYLENT GREEN SCIENCE FICTION MOVIE. AMEN!

WHAT GOES AROUND, COMES AROUND!!!

“Let all the poisons that lurk in the mud hatch out!”

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noctumsolis · 7 years ago

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To code or not to code, that is the question.

Whether t'is nobler in the mind to develop code anew, or to read thousands of lines of uncommented code and by that effort, lend them.

To read, to code no more and by that to say we mend the heartache and the thousand syntax errors that code is err to, t'is an optimisation devoutly to be wished.

To read, to code; to code perchance to compile. Aye, there's the rub. For in that code what dependencies may hide?

Okay I'm bored of that.

But seriously should I try to understand about 10k (4 files, about 2.5k each, and maybe more for their includes) lines of uncommented code so that I can copy a subset of its functionality, or should I just wing it?

#coding #programming #coder problems

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ay-asterisms · 3 months ago

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having time in the morning to eat breakfast with a friend and time to make lunch and time to go to mentor events on campus and time to do my homework is so unbelievably nice. AND the sun was shining

#ay code compiling

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fuck-you-i-am-spiderman · 8 years ago

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A day in the (theme) park - Power Rangers Fanfic

Based on my headcanons post

Read it on Ao3

Thank you to @rwbyfreak for helping me beta and to @giantallergyball for being so supportive and helpful during my writing process, it really helped to have a friend that is so lovely and willing to help me with my weird writing needs! <3

Group Chat names are as follows:

Hot Stuff: Zack

Boss Man: Jason

tinyballofrage: Trini

Little Boy Blue: Billy

Princess KimBIrly: Kim

Two weeks after their battle with Rita and the team's energy was drooping. Jason can tell his team needs a break, the final straw was when all of them even Billy refused to go into the kitchen to retrieve their donuts. After another wasted training session, he decides to put a plan into action - for a much-needed break. When he explains his idea to Billy, the two set about compiling a list of ideas for activities they could all do and then came the task of rallying the others. He pulls up the group chat, rolling his eyes when he sees that Zack has once again changed the group name.

Zack Taylor has changed the name to Zack's Bitches....and Billy ;-)

Boss Man: Dude! Stop changing the name.

Hot Stuff: It wasn't even me man.

Princess KimBIrly changed the name to LIES AND SCANDAL

Trini: [evillaughter.gif]

Hot Stuff: U guys R mean

Little Boy Blue: What did I do? :(

Hot Stuff: Billy ur my only true friend

Little boy blue: :D

Princess KimBIrly: Trini <3

Hot Stuff changed Trini's name to tinyballofrage

Tinyballofrage: FUCK YOU ZACK!

Hot Stuff: *kiss emoji*

Tinyballofrage changed Hot Stuff's name to Dead Man

Dead Man: Not cool bro.

Tinyballofrage: stfu

Boss Man: Guys come on, every time! *annoyed emoji*

Tinyballofrage: blame Zack he started it.

Dead Man: dUDE.

Dead Man: Kim pls kiss ur gf

Dead Man: So she'll stop being mean 2 me.

Princess KimBIrly: You're an idiot.

Dead Man: Help a bro out Kimmy. *sad emoji*

Boss Man: Alright listen up, training is cancelled for tomorrow.

Tinyballofrage: Why??

Dead Man: who cares. PARTAY!! [confetti.gif]

Little boy blue: Should I tell them Jason? :)

Dead Man: Tell us what bro?

Dead Man: Tell me

Dead Man: J

Dead Man: A

Dead Man: S

Dead Man: O

Dead Man: N

Dead Man has changed Boss Man's name to Abs of Steel

Dead Man changed his name to BabyGotZack

Tinyballofrage: U R AN IDIOT.

BabyGotZack: LUV U 2 Crazy Gurllll <3

Princess KimBIrly: Jace please just tell us b4 Trini murders Zack.

Abs of Steel: We're going to the theme park tomorrow

Little boy blue: I made us all maps and my mom made us sandwiches to take :D

BabyGotZack: Jasonnnnnn *heart eyes emoji* ma dude

BabyGotZack: U R MY HERO

Princess KimBIrly: Should be fun. wbu babe? <3

Tinyballofrage: Kim, I am sitting right next to you.

Princess KimBIrly: So?

Tinyballofrage: Yes, dork.

BabyGotZack: Trimberly4lyf<3 #relationshipgoals

Tinyballofrage: don't make me hit u

Little boy blue: Please don't fight again :(

Abs of Steel: OK. We r leaving @ 9am sharp.

Princess KimBIrly: Why that early?

Little boy blue: The park opens at 10am and if we want to get to all of the rides then we should leave at 9. the journey takes 40 minutes from outside the school without factoring in traffic or pee breaks.

Princess KimBIrly: K. Thx billy

Little boy blue changed the name to

Yay Ranger Trips *clapping emoji* *grinning emoji*

Jason and Billy are the first to arrive. Billy sits in the passenger seat of his Mom's van whilst Jason drives. Jason patiently listens as Billy recites their itinerary and they pull into the school parking lot.

He unlocks his phone to check the time, sighing when he sees several messages (mostly from Zack.) He decides to open Kim's message first.

Kimberly [received at 8:35am]:

On our way. We're bringing donuts, won't be long x

He sends a thumbs up back before moving onto the spam of messages he has from Zack.

Pain in the ass [received at 8:22am]:

Yo wot time did u say 2 meet

Pain in the ass [received at 8:24am]:

Nvrmind I got it.

Pain in the ass [received at 8:25am]:

wait.

Pain in the ass [received at 8:25am]:

wot do I wear

Pain in the ass [received at 8:37am]:

why u ignorin me

Pain in the ass [received at 8:42am]:

I expect donuts

Pain in the ass [received at 8:47am]:

Eyyyy I just saw Trimberly K-I-S-S-I-N-G

Pain in the ass [received at 8:53am]:

Trini hit me. *crying emoji*

Jason can't help but smile at the image, pocketing his phone as he waits. Billy quietly rambles, going over the plan and showing Jason his blue colour coded map.

"My dad used to make maps like this." He happily chimes, shaking the map in emphasis.

Jason smiles softly, content in his friend's happiness. "Your maps are great Billy."

"I made sure to include food places. See on Zack's map I circled the hot dog stand and- and on Kimberly's map I highlighted a cafe that sells pizza, I noticed that Kimberly really likes pizza. Though she often steals from Trini who acts mad but I don't think she minds."

Jason nods along, noting how Billy perks up when he sees the others approaching. They can both see Trini and Zack shoving one another as they walk, Kim close by Trini's other side rolling her eyes at the pair and their antics. Jason gets out of the van to take the box of half-eaten donuts in Kim's hand and the sound of squabbling fills his ears.

"You're such a fucking moron." Trini snaps, shoving Zack slightly harder.

"Don't be such a sourpuss." he teases, ruffling her hair as she practically snarls in response.

Zack grins pulling a face at Trini as she grumbles. He goes to follow her but Jason's hand on his shoulder instantly stops him.

"It's early, give it a rest eh Zack." Jason cautions, hoping that he didn't sound too strict and instantly relaxing when Zack only rolls his eyes before smirking.

"Aye Aye Captain." He raises his hand in a mock salute winking at the red ranger before moving around the car to say hello to Billy.

Jason coughs quickly getting in the car so that Kim can't see his deep pink blush - she would never stop teasing him. He convinces himself she didn't notice though the giggling between the two girls tells him otherwise.

"Hi guys." Billy waves at the other three, clapping his hands excitedly as they get in the car.

There's a bit of huffing as Trini and Zack start to trade insults back and forth, resulting in Trini almost thumping Zack. Kim decides to play peacemaker and sits between them as they clamber into the back seats.

Zack already has his phone out, using the camera as a mirror as he starts to fix his hair.

"It still looks a mess." Trini sneers.

Zack scoffs, clutching his hand in mock offence. "Excuse you, I am a queen."

She sniggers shaking her head at his dramatics before nudging Kim and turning her attention back to her girlfriend. Kim smiles at her letting their fingers brush against the other as Trini's other hand untangles her earphones. They each have one and the music is already blasting before the car has even set off.

Jason starts the drive, it's peaceful for a few moments - all of them content in their own little worlds; that is until Zack starts on his snapchat shenanigans and suddenly the van is filled with his loud voice as he poses for the camera.

"For all my fans out there, it's your boy Zack recording live from this lame ass van." At Billy's little offended noise, he quickly adds a "No offence Billy."

"He's such an ass." Trini mutters as Kim hums her agreement. Which is a bad move because Zack then turns his attention to her.

"You gotta take selfies with me Kimmy." He cajoles.

"I'm busy Zack." She answers with a sigh but then he starts in with the pleading and she knows she's going to crack.

"Come on, pleeease. You know pink and black are the best colours. Plus, we are both looking hella fine today," he bumps her shoulder, waving the phone in her face and finally she relents with a small smile.

"Did you just say hella?" Kim laughs as he grins in victory.

"You're damn right I did. Now smile Princess."

Kim feels her heart warm at the familiar nickname, it's one that both Trini and Zack deemed appropriate and they insist on calling it her at any given opportunity.

"We look so good! Yo Crazy Girl you need to get in a picture with us."

Trini glances at them for all for a second before she's snatching the other earphone from Kim and resting her head against the window, eyes closed completely missing the matching pouts that Zack and now Kim sport.

"W O W. Rude."

....

"Again?! We've already stopped twice." Jason complains as he pulls in at a gas station. The car hasn't even stopped before Trini is darting out with Kim hot on her heels.

"Get me snacks!" Zack hollers to Kim's fleeting form.

When he only receives her flipping him off he huffs, removing his seatbelt and swiftly exiting the car.

"Zack get back in the car!" Jason calls after him in exasperation. To which Zack ignores him as per usual.

Jason rests his head against the steering wheel, already losing patience. It's Billy's voice that pulls him out of his funk.

"We've driven exactly 16 miles, which means that we should arrive at around 10 past. We have 17 more miles to go." Billy explains.

"Yeah I got that Billy." Jason doesn't mean to sound so short with him but he's tired and the others are taking their damn sweet time so he's cranky. He doesn't even look at Billy, eyes closed as he thumps his head against the wheel - he instantly regrets it when his head hurts, his hand moving to rub circles over his sore temple.

"If we keep to the speed limit then-"

Jason cuts him off with a tired wave of his hand. "Not now Billy."

It's quiet for a while but then Billy is speaking and this time his words make Jason lift his head, looking at his friend in shock as Billy continues.

"I know you wanted to get there fast and stopping is annoying but shouldn't we just focus on spending time together. Everyone is having fun, even Trini is smiling. You've been saying that we needed a break and I like that we can all relax."

Billy shuffles the papers again, looking back at Jason with a small smile which he instantly returns. Glad that Billy was there to remind him of what's important.

"You're right Billy." He hesitantly moves his hand to rest on Billy's forearm waiting for the little nod before actually touching him. "We're cool."

Suddenly the back door is opening, Kim slides in first and then Trini. She speaks first with a simple. "Billy is cool."

"But you, not so much." Kim adds directing a teasing smile Jason's way just as Zack struggles to open the door, armed with enough candy to feed an entire football team.

"Should we help him?" Billy offers.

He receives three unanimous no’s in response.

After almost dropping several packets of cookies Zack finally manages to open the door, clumsily dropping most of the treats into Kim's lap as he clicks his seatbelt into place.

"Got you something J Man." Zack flings a packet of red Twizzlers at Jason's head, smiling when Jason turns at the last minute and with lightning speed precision catches the packet with two fingers.

"Thanks man." The two share a small smile before Jason addresses all of them. "Alright, let's go and have a great day!"

When he starts the van again it's full of chatter, Trini's headphones now rest around her neck and Jason catches her watching Zack and Kim sing with a fond smile. Billy drums his hands against the dashboard in time to their song with a content smile on his face. Kim's voice is so beautifully in key whereas Zack's is a mess of loud and over-enthusiastically trying to reach all the higher notes.

Trini hums along as Kim and Zack start getting more into the song, singing the lyrics and pointing to one another.

"I'm too hot," Kim starts.

"Hot damn." Zack echoes.

"Called a police and a fireman,"

"I'm too hot, hot damn." They both sing looking at one another with matching grins.

The rest of the journey is the two performing each new song with as many self-assured smiles and over the top gestures but it keeps them all entertained and by the time they reach the theme park gates all of them are singing along to a Disney medley that Zack insisted they sing because "come on, you're Princess Kimberly for fuck's sake."

....

It would have been okay - all they had to do was find a parking spot which was simple in theory but when five people all start talking over one another it suddenly becomes the most complicated problem in history.

"Dude there was a spot right there." Zack complains.

"Jason, there are two spots in front of you and you also missed the three empty spots to our right." Billy points out.

"I can see that Billy." Jason retorts, trying his best to ignore them as he moves towards one of the empty spots only to get cut off by a silver sports car swerving in before he can get there.

"MOTHERFU-" he trails off, shaking his head as he moves towards a different spot.

"Could you drive any slower?!" Kim groans as Jason ever so slowly starts to back into the spot.

"Moooove it!" Zack drawls the word out. It takes him a second to realise how it sounds, it's when he catches Trini's eye that he starts to cackle. The two of them sniggering and making obnoxious cow noises as Kim bites her lip to stop her own laughter from bubbling out.

"Really funny guys." Jason huffs as their laughter gets louder. "You want to shut up so I can concentrate?!"

"Oh, now he wants to concentrate." Trini mutters just loud enough for the other two to hear her.

"Yeah let him concentrate, it must be so hard to park the damn car." Kim snaps.

"If you think you can do a better job then maybe you should drive Kim." Jason fires back, shooting her a glare through the mirror.

Kim raises her eyebrow in challenge, moving her fingers to release her seatbelt.

"Kimberly, you shouldn't take your seatbelt off until we've stopped." Billy reminds her, a hint of concern edged in his tone.

"She's not taking it off Billy." Trini insists, giving Kim a disapproving stare.

Jason resists the urge to respond with a snarky comment and after more manoeuvring (whilst he ignores Zack and Kim's moaning) he finally brings the car to a halt, parking it almost perfectly - apart from one of the back tyres sticking out.

"Finally!"

They all clamber out of the car, Zack and Kim still bitching about Jason's driving skills. Jason coughs loudly shooting them both a glare before responding.

"I got us here, didn't I? If it wasn't for Trini's weak bladder we would have gotten here earlier."

"Way to throw me under the bus there, White Boy." There's no real malice behind her words but she can't help but smile when he has the decency to look guilty.

"Just face it Jace, you drive slower than a snail." Kim counters, moving to wrap her arm around Trini's shoulder.

"I bet the stolen cow was faster." Zack quips, smirking as Jason clenches his fist in response.

"Shut up Zack!" Jason shoves him.

Zack steps closer, stopping with his face a few centimetres away from Jason's, his brown eyes burning into Jason's as he speaks or rather challenges, "You gonna' make me?!"

The two glare at one another, silently daring the other to make a move.

"Guys don't," Trini objects moving to place herself in the middle. Zack goes to push her out of the way but Kim is faster, her hand on his arm makes him freeze.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." She warns, holding his gaze as she stands protectively in front of Trini.

"Please don't fight." Billy pleads, eyes frantically darting between Kim, Zack and Jason.

"Sorry Billy." Jason speaks first, moving away from Zack as he shoots an apologetic smile Billy's way.

"I'm sorry too man." Zack relents even though he directs his attention more towards Trini. She nods her understanding and he visibly relaxes.

"I'm going to go get the tickets, Billy why don't you come and help?" Kim suggests, relief instantly washes over Billy's face as he nods, eager to get away from the tension. She continues pointing at Zack and then at Jason, "try not to kill one another. Don't make us revoke your tickets."

With that she turns and heads to the ticket desk, Billy following closely behind. There's an awkward silence that falls when they leave and Trini's left staring between the two boys as they stubbornly refuse to look at one another. After another minute of the silence surrounding them Trini decides to break the silence.

"God you guys are such children."

Her arms go to her hips (her stance reminding her of the way Kim addresses them all when she's annoyed) only continuing when she's satisfied their attention is on her.

"I can feel the sexual tension between you two from here, maybe if you just admitted it we wouldn't have to watch you guys fight like idiots."

Both of their eyes widen, Jason's face flushing a deep red whilst Zack's mouth falls open comically wide. They both stutter for a good few moments and Trini can't help but smile finally managing to render them both speechless.

"Alright, now stop with this macho crap. I may be small but don't doubt that I won't beat both your asses if you don't stop acting like a bunch of babies."

They both stare at her with a mixture of awe and a hint of fear knowing how serious Trini can get. With a sigh Jason turns to Zack, eyes full of remorse as he speaks - his voice much softer than before.

"Trini's right. I'm sorry for shoving you."

"It's cool man it didn't even hurt." Zack brushes it off with a wave of his hand, a small smile appearing when Jason laughs at his comment. "I'm sorry too. You know how much I respect you, right?"

"Yeah I do."

Zack's smile is softer this time and Trini think that if she weren't there they might kiss, except she is there and she'd rather not be left to awkwardly watch as the two resolve the obvious tension between them. She clears her throat and the two seem to snap out of it, turning back to her with grateful looks. The three start to engage in conversation about which rides they're most looking forward to when Billy and Kim return holding five tickets.

"What took you guys so long?" Jason enquired.

"The guy at the counter was very talkative. Kimberly asked for the tickets and then he told her that he liked her shirt and kept asking her questions and when he finally handed her the tickets he asked for her phone number." Billy explains, blissfully unaware of the side eye Kim is giving him.

She glances back at Trini whose eyes have narrowed to perfect slits, her jaw tightened as she looks past her girlfriend staring at the guy gawking at Kim from the desk. The sight of him openly staring at Kim sets her teeth on edge and before she can stop herself she closes the distance, standing on her tiptoes as she cups Kim's face and crushes their lips together. Kim mumbles something against her mouth startled for all of a few seconds before she reciprocates and kisses back with just as much passion. Trini is aware that the boys are still there but all she can think about is how soft Kim's lips are and how Kim's hands lace down to the small of her back. It's only when Kim nips at Trini's lower lip eliciting a quiet moan that she remembers their surroundings and pulls back. Kim chases her lips pouting when Trini steps back, both of their cheeks flushed as they look around at the awkward expressions on Jason and Billy's faces. Zack gives them a smug grin, raising his hands in mock surrender when Trini goes to whack the back of his head.

"Shall we go in?" Jason motions to the gates. They all smile when Billy claps his hands and practically skips to the gates leaving them all to trail after him.

After several debates over which ride to start with Billy handed the group their individual maps, they all wait patiently as he starts to explain.

"I mapped everything out for us. This park has 40 rides in total, 10 prize stalls and 7 different places for food. We need to start here," he points to a small doodle of a boat located at the top of his map before pressing on, "after the pirate ship we follow the path round to the rocket ship, the walk should take us precisely 2 minutes and 12 seconds."

Billy starts to recite the rest of the plans for the day in excruciating detail, Jason is quick to jump in effectively stopping Billy's rambling with a reassuring smile. "That's really helpful, thanks Billy."

Billy nods and with that they calmly start their journey to the first ride but as soon as they see the short queue waiting for them their walk turns into a light jog. They all sport matching excited grins as they wait in line. Billy bounces on the balls of his feet waiting eagerly in anticipation, and Zack lets out loud whooping noises as they reach the front of the line. The ride comes to a stop and the second the gate opens Zack is making a mad dash for the back seat dragging a helpless Trini (who in turn drags Kim) with him. Billy races after them happily sitting beside Kim with Trini and Zack on her left. Jason sits on Billy's other side smiling when he wiggles, clapping as the bar slowly slides down signalling the start of the ride.

"Jason! Jason it's starting!" he exclaims tapping Jason's shoulder enthusiastically.

Despite the ride being somewhat tame Jason can't help but laugh as Zack starts to whoop, screaming far too loudly to be genuine. Billy cheers beside him smiling when he catches Jason's eye. Jason looks over to Kim smirking when she tries to hide her bored expression with a toothy grin. Trini doesn't cheer but she has a content smile as Kim wraps an arm around her shoulder and kisses the top of her head. The sight of his fellow rangers so relaxed assures Jason he made a wise choice in giving them the day off.

When the ride finally stops they rush off in an excited mess, this time it's Trini who points out the next ride; her hand intertwining with Kim's as she pulls them towards the waiting area. The boys aren't far behind and as soon as the line fades they all run in different directions grinning as they jump into the aeroplanes with their respective ranger colour. The ride starts and each time they dive up and down spinning round they smile at one another, sharing their perfectly private in-joke. As the ride spins around once more Zack catches Jason's eye pointing towards a ride in the distance with a huge grin.

"THAT'S OUR NEXT RIDE!" Zack hollers over the ride music.

Jason follows his finger pointing, turning to look at which ride Zack is pointing at. The ride had two rows of seats and proceeded to drop and swing, stopping once and then twice over little spouts of water, making sure that anyone in the front row got splashed. Upon seeing the dangerously daring dip the ride took he gulps, flashing Zack a shaky smile as he tries to hide his apprehension. It doesn’t help that after the ride ended Kim and Trini decide to give it a miss promising to take pictures instead.

Kim smiles as Trini stood on her tiptoes using Kim's shirt to pull her down, their faces inching closer and then their lips were brushing against one another's and all thoughts of taking pictures soon left Kim's mind. Using a little burst of ranger strength, she spun them around gently pushing Trini into the nearest fence, fingers tangling in soft tresses as they continue to kiss softly, there was no rush or pressure and Kim loved that she could simply be with her girlfriend and no one batted an eyelid (well at least out there school was a completely different story). They start to get lost in one another when a piercing scream breaks their spell, both pulling back to see Jason screaming as the ride plummeted down, beside him Billy has his hands over his ears and Zack hysterically laughing as Jason clutches onto the safety bar as though his life depends on it.

"We should have gotten this on camera," Trini whispers to herself.

"One step ahead of you babe." Kim nudges her girlfriend and flashes her a smug smile before turning her attention back to her phone, zooming in as the ride swings down and Jason gets a face full of water.

The two lose it when he lets out another deafening scream and when he trudges back to them with shaky legs and damp hair they can't contain their laughter. Jason huffs as Trini, Kim and Zack snigger, replaying the video of him screaming on a loop. He finally begins to laugh along when even Billy can't stop a smile forming, all five of them giggling as they make their way to the next ride.

....

Everything has been going great - they have been on lots of rides already and they are all having a good time, no one has been severely traumatised yet but then the log flume happens and Trini is slowly losing patience. The queue had taken quite some time to die down and she was getting grumpy, though it doesn't last long not when Kim kisses her and holds her hand but then they make it to the front and the arguing commences.

"I am not sitting in the front!" Kim snaps.

"Aw come on you have to." Zack pleads.

"Why don't you sit in the front?!" Kim retorts, folding her arms.

"Zack is sitting in front of me." Jason cuts in, stepping back when Kim shoots him a frosty glare.

"Maybe I could sit at the front and then Kimberly could next and then Trini and-" Billy starts to ponder out loud, none of them really listening to him as they continue to talk over one another.

"You're such a baby Kimmy, come on take one for the team." Zack teases.

Kim's eyes narrow and then Jason is holding her waist to stop her lunging at Zack.

"Get off! Put me down Scott."

Jason shakes his head making sure she is way out of Zack's range before releasing her. Kim scowls at him before turning her attention back to her girlfriend, her brows furrowing in confusion as she sees Trini stepping into the front of the ride.

"What are you doing Trin?"

"Waiting for you losers to get in already." Trini bites back staring at them all expectantly.

They quickly spring into action, Billy pausing to shoot an apologetic smile towards the park worker controlling the ride. With a little pushing and shoving they clambered in behind Trini. Kim wraps her arms around Trini's waist, letting her chin rest on Trini's shoulder as she places a feather light kiss to Trini's neck. Trini hums in response, chuckling when Zack starts chanting as the ride started.

"My butt's all wet." Zack complains.

"That's why it's called a log flume you idiot." Kim fires back, smiling when she hears Trini coughing to cover up her laugh.

His complaining morphs into excited whooping as they slowly make their ascent and then they are racing down, all of them cheering as they plummet down and a rush of water crashes over them. Zack cackles as the water attacks Trini the most, drenching her from head to toe whilst the rest of them manage to survive with minimal damage. He regrets laughing when they get off and Trini proceeds to shake her dripping hair at him. Her attack halts when she hears a clicking sound, pivoting around to see Kim trying to subtly slide her phone back into her pocket.

"KIM!"

Her hands are on her hips as Kim starts to back up holding her hands up in mock surrender as Trini levels her with a fierce glare.

"It's not m-my fault that you look so c-c-ute." Kim stutters out, hoping the compliment would soothe her girlfriend's rage. It does nothing, especially not when she can't resist teasing "my drowned grumpy cat."

Her eyes widen as Trini lets out a growl and then she's running as fast as she can or well as fast as regular humans can.

"Oh yeah you better run Princess!" Trini shouts, speeding past the boys as she chases after Kim.

....

The boys watch as Trini and Kimberly disappear amongst the sea of people in front of them.

"Should we go after Trini and Kimberly?" Billy asks.

Jason smiles but shakes his head.

"I think they'll be okay Billy. We can meet them for lunch."

Billy perks up after that, walking contently beside Jason with Zack on his other side. It's quiet and they enjoy a comfortable silence for a few minutes - until Zack sees the bright flashing lights and his face lights up like a Christmas Zord. He continues to grin, wiggling his eyebrows as they walk towards a prize stall section of the park.

Jason can instantly see what has captured Zack's attention and it's almost second nature for him to fix Zack with a stern look, shaking his head disapprovingly.

"NO."

"I didn't even say anything." Zack huffs.

"You didn't have to. I know you and the answer is no." Jason points out earning an eye roll from Zack.

"Dude you are zero fun today," Zack whines adding in a pout for good measure.

"Why is Jason zero fun?" Billy questions.

Zack throws another dirty look Jason's way and then turns to talk to Billy.

"You'd let me play some games, right Billy?" he tilts his head and starts to flutter his eyelashes, stopping when Billy only blinks at him in response.

"I can't make your decisions for you so if you wanted to play some games I wouldn't stop you."

"and that is why you're my favourite B."

Billy smiles watching as Zack scampers off towards the first stall.

"Alright, I guess one game wouldn't hurt." Jason relents, trailing after Zack's giddy form.

....

"Are you going to pout all day Princesa? Trini asks barely able to keep the amusement from her tone.

Beside her Kim stands with her arms folded looking at her girlfriend with disdain.

"I can't believe you would do that to me." Kim exaggerates, looking down at her now damp appearance with an unimpressed pout.

Trini smirks rolling her eyes at her girlfriend's dramatics.

"It was only a hug." she shrugs.

"You shook your hair water all over me!"

Kim continues to pout as Trini laughs, moving to wrap her arms around Kim's waist and hug her from behind. Kim's pout soon turns into a soft smile, unable to stay upset when Trini is willingly hugging her.

"Alright," Kim hums "but you better win me a prize."

"If I say yes, will you stop pouting at me?” Trini asks.

"Probably not." She answers with a smug grin, already knowing she's won.

....

Zack shrugs his jacket off carelessly tossing it on the floor; wiping his forehead as he marches to the next stall with determination. Billy hastily grabs the jacket dusting it off before he joins Zack and Jason by the ring toss booth.

The guy manning the booth doesn't look up, too engrossed with his phone to really pay attention. He briefly looks up when Billy gives a polite cough, giving the three of them a once over before placing five rings in front of Zack as Jason begrudgingly hands him the money.

"Piece of cake," Zack declares ignoring Jason’s scoff as he prepares for his first shot.

It misses the pins and bounces off the counter.

Zack puffs his chest and shrugs, "Nobody gets it on the first try."

Jason smirks pretending to humour him as he pulls his arm back and flings the next ring. Again, it misses as does the next attempt.

Zack folds his arms starting to size up the pins. Jason laughs pushing his friend out of the way as he grabs one of the two remaining rings.

"Watch and learn."

He lets the ring glide with a confident smile, watching with a smug grin as it falls back down - only to miss the pin by mere centimetres. His face falls as Zack laughs a little too hard.

"Oh, I'm sorry was I supposed to be impressed?!"

"Shut up," Jason mumbles trying to hide his embarrassment and the fact the tips of his ears had started to go pink.

"Why don't you make me?" Zack fires back with a flirtatious eyebrow wiggle causing the red ranger to flush brighter than his suit as he stumbles over his words.

"Well m-maybe I m-m-might, if you'd like that I mean- what?! I wouldn't like that, why are you staring?"

Zack smiles at the boy's rambling stepping a little closer. Their eyes drift down to one another's lips and for a second they start to lean closer but then Billy is clapping excitedly and they snap back to reality. Their jaws dropping as Billy jumps up and down pointing eagerly to the only pin with a ring successfully around it.

"Holy shit Billy you did it!" Zack is too much in awe to be mad and Jason has a proud smile. All three turn to the booth worker expectantly.

"These games are hard better look next time," He says in a monotonous voice without looking up.

"Well it's a good job we won, then isn't it?!" Zack boasts unable to keep the smug tone from his voice.

"So, our friend would like his prize now," Jason finishes, completely ignoring the guy's shocked expression as he turns to look at Billy. "Which prize do you want Billy?"

Billy's eyes light up already knowing which one they needed to have. The other two can't contain their smiles when Billy is given his toy hugging it close to his chest as they walk away.

"This will go great in our ship!" Billy whisper-yells and Jason can't help but agree, looking down at the donut toy clutched in Billy's hand and being reminded of how fitting it is, so he smiles at his friend and nods in agreement happy that at least one of them won a prize (though he is a little bitter that his aim was so skewed).

When the boys see the girls again none of them can contain their laughter at the sight before them: Kim walking with a victorious expression as a giant tiger toy follows her - they could only see Trini's legs as she tries to navigate her way towards them clutching the tiger which was nearly as big as her whole body. Jason tries to stifle his laughter but Zack erupts almost falling over as he completely loses it, tears streaming down his reddening cheeks as he cackles each bubble of laughter getting louder as Trini gets closer and closer.

"Has anyone seen Trini?" Zack grins when he hears a muffled grumble from behind the tiger.

"Woah there she is! She looks different don't ya think?" Zack continues his teasing. "Actually, now that I think about it she looks a little fluffier."

"That's because Trini is holding a large stuffed animal." Billy points out.

"It was a joke Billy." Jason sighs.

Seeing Billy's frown in response Kim moves closer loosely wrapped her arm around his shoulders, nudging him playfully as she speaks "Don't worry billy, Zack is awful at making jokes."

After he gives her a small smile she turns to the other two boys folding her arms and fixing them with a pointed look. The boys meet Kim's eyes and instantly know that they have messed up, nothing can compete with her "mum mode". Satisfied that they look sufficiently chastised she moves on.

"Is anyone else hungry?" Kim asks receiving three nods and a quiet 'yes' from Trini.

Without waiting she turns on her heel walking straight ahead, smiling to herself when she hears footsteps quickly following. She doesn't have to look to know 3 out of 4 rangers are walking with grumpy expressions - Billy walks a few steps behind her with a peaceful smile. It doesn't take him long to close the distance and then his arms are around her, if Kim is surprised by the action she doesn't show it; letting herself sink into Billy's arms with a content sigh. He whispers a soft "thank you" and then lets her go happily walking beside her as she gives him a loving smile.

By the time they reach the food section, their spirits have perked up again even Trini who had somehow managed to get Jason to take pity on her struggling form and is now tiger-free holding Kim's hand whilst Jason struggles not to drop the stupidly large tiger toy.

"What do you guys want to eat?" Kim asks, rolling her eyes when everyone answers at once. "Geez one at a time please. What do you want to eat T?"

"Sure. Ask your girlfriend first," Zack whines holding his hands in mock surrender when Trini glares at him.

"Hot dogs are good," Trini suggests immediately regretting it when Zack starts talking.

"Hell yes. I never doubted you Crazy Girl, you totally read my mind! This is why we're besties." He exclaims bounding over to Trini and squeezing his way between her and Kim so he can wrap an arm around Trini's shoulder.

Kim gives him a disgruntled look throwing her hands up in defeat as she moves to stand with Billy. Quick to make sure no tempers rise again Jason offers to buy the food taking Billy; stopping to rescue Trini from Zack's excitable clutches and pulling Zack with them by his collar - he couldn't risk Kimberly killing the boy. Kim watches as Jason manoeuvres the tiger in one hand whilst gently pushing Zack forward pointing to the hot dog stand with the other, she can't help but smile when she sees Billy pointing to the menu and doing his happy clap as Jason and Zack nod along. It's Trini's voice that snaps her out of her daze.

"Planning on joining me anytime soon Princess?" The soft husk in Trini's tone never fails to make Kim blush, the colour of her cheeks almost the same as her ranger suit.

Kim lets Trini pull her towards an empty picnic bench sitting down together - well Trini sat down Kim lay with her head in Trini's lap; eyes closed as Trini rubs her forehead.

"You okay?"

Kim hums in response relaxing under Trini's touch as nimble fingers trace patterns across her temple.

"You're coming on the rollercoaster with me, right?"

Again, she receives a simple hum and as Kim's breathing evens out Trini realises just how tired her girlfriend looks, she files it as a mental note to make sure Kim gets some rest on the drive back. In the meantime, she'll just have to keep her energised, with a smile she starts to lean down her lips ghosting Kimberly's as the table suddenly becomes a lot louder. Trini pulls back with a frustrated huff as Jason gives her a sheepish smile, offering a hot dog to make up for the interruption. Kim opens her eyes pouting up at Trini who gestures to the boys with her hot dog, smiling around a mouthful when Kim doesn't even try to hide her disappointment grumpily snatching one of the many hot dogs left.

Zack catches Trini's eye and then he's moving the drinks out of the way.

"What's going on?" Billy asks looking at Kim who shakes her head at the two of them.

"They're being idiots again." she answers taking another bite of her food as they watch Zack and Trini size one another up; Trini cracks her knuckles as Zack sits up straighter.

"You'll be sick," Kim warns but neither of them listen to her.

"Give us an intro Jace." Zack bats his eyelashes smiling when Jason starts to speak.

"Ladies, gentleman and others today is a very special event. We have two great contenders competing for the grand prize of- um...a sense of pride."

At Trini's scoff and Zack's disappointed look he quickly continues. "I mean for the prize of $5-"

"That's more like it!" Zack interrupts "Billy, if you'd do the honours my man."

Billy quickly sorts the remaining hot dogs into two piles setting them in front of Trini and Zack. Once they are evenly set up Jason resumes his commentary.

"In the left corner we have the boy in black, reigning champion of the last three pie eating contests it's Zack attack."

Zack starts to chant for himself nodding his head to an imaginary beat and waving his hands to greet his non-existent fans. Jason laughs and rambles on.

"-and in the right corner we have the lightning bolt herself, the ultimate underdog and today's challenger it's Queen T!" At this point Jason is using his water bottle as a microphone and their table has more than a few eyes staring.

"Who's on the timer?" Trini questions.

"I've got it," Kim says with a reluctant sigh, sometimes she wonders why she's friends with this rag-tag bunch of weirdos but then Zack's cheeks are puffing out like a hamster as him and Trini speed eat at least ten hot dogs and she wonders how she ever managed without them.

....

Kim did warn them which was why it was her idea to go on the teacup ride directly after lunch. Trini at least lasted the whole ride before running to the nearest trashcan, Zack on the other hand threw up after the ride had made its first turn, spewing multicoloured chunks on an innocent 5-year old in the next cup. The child's parents were definitely not impressed and Zack spent a good half an hour hiding in the arcades just to avoid their wrath. So that’s how they end up near the performer's stage, music blasting and soft singing or it would have been soft singing and dancing had it not been for Zack's need to outperform the actual paid performers.

They try to stop him but none of them could beat Zack's shoulder shimmy as he jumps up and starts to copy the dancers. Trini has her face buried in her hands groaning from the sheer embarrassment as Kim and Jason try to pull him back down. As if his dancing wasn't bad enough he starts to sing at full volume attracting an audience of concerned families covering their ears as he continues to screech over the performers.

"Zack just be quiet." Jason whisper-yells but of course Zack ignores him as he starts moving his hips so wildly that they are afraid he might break them.

"You're just jealous because I've got sick moves." Zack retorts shimmying his way past them as he gets closer to the stage.

Kim and Jason look at one another with matching mortified expressions, darting up in a frenzy to try and stop him from going any further. Trini and Billy follow unsure how to react. It's Trini that encourages Billy to capture the moment that Zack is dragged away by security guards (just as he's making his way onto the stage) on camera and it's Kim and Jason that manage to talk the guard into letting Zack go with just a warning. Jason manages to drag Zack away from the stage chastising the still giddy boy.

"Dude you can't just pull crap like that."

"I needed to express myself." Zack protests.

"Next time save the dancing for when you're with us, I'm pretty sure families paid to see the hired performers not your attempts at freestyle." Jason reiterates.

He instantly regrets it when Zack smirks, wrapping an arm around his shoulder as he implies "don't be jealous man, if you wanted a private show all you had to do was ask." Zack winks at a flustered Jason before strutting (yes, he actually struts) over to where Billy and Trini are stood waiting.

Kim's teasing lilt brings Jason out of his flustered state, "Red is really your colour Jace."

Needless to say, Jason blushes more after that.

Kim pays for that particular comment when Jason drags her onto the haunted house ride with him and Zack. She is sat in the middle and at first she's fine but then the ride starts and she instantly wants to get off. Jason sits smugly watching as Kim jumps at every little thing clinging onto him for dear life as Zack imitates her screams and tries to smack each skeleton that springs out at them.

"What's wrong Kim?" Jason asks with mock concern. She turns to glare at him but then a model ghost drops down from the ceiling just as they are turning the corner; Kim screams louder than before and Jason sits with the biggest grin on his face. Neither of them notice that Zack had been silent for a few minutes too long and just as they pass the camera flashing out of the corner of Jason's eye he sees Zack hastily pulling his pants back up.

Jason doesn't have to ask what Zack has done when he hears several giggles coming from the photo print desk. When they approach the desk Billy and Trini are already waiting, Jason can tell by the look on Trini's face that their photo must be interesting to say the least. As they look over the photos Jason's grin gets wider, beside him Kim groans as she takes in the sight of her face mid-scream as a plastic ghost sprung down. Zack cackles pumping his fist when he sees that the camera did in fact get him mooning right as the light flashed so now they could see his perfectly round ass glistening in the light. Jason was looking directly into the camera smiling like he's on The Office. All three of them speak at once with a mixture of pleased, disgusted and confused reactions.

"This is the best picture ever!" "Why does my face look like that?!" "Zack why?!"

"I'm buying 10 copies!" Zack announces starting to reach into his pocket when Kim slaps his arm and shrieks in response.

"Don't you dare! I look awful Zack!"

"I think you look terrifying," Billy says and it takes everything Kim has not to snap at him.

"Sick burn man!" Zack gives a confused Billy a high five and pushes Kim aside to talk to the man at the desk.

"this is the worst" Kim groans approaching Trini ready to hide forever when she sees the items in Trini's hand, her jaw dropping as she points helplessly.

"Please tell me you didn't," she pleads, practically begging Trini with her eyes.

"I just wanted some souvenirs, I figured they'd go great in the ship...or whatever." Trini tries to act nonchalant but the twitch of her lips gives her away.

"Traitors!" Kim gasps looking at them all with utter betrayal. "This is mutiny!"

All four of them laugh at her dramatic antics and despite some huffing and whining Kim eventually cracks a smile. They make it up to her by letting her pick the next ride and of course she picks the roller coaster.

....

"Why is this line so long?" Zack complains for the fourth time since they entered the line.

"Lines are always long for roller coasters. The ride allows at least fifteen people to occupy and it would go on for around 5 to 10 minutes which means if we continue at this pace we should be at the front of the queue in precisely 51 minutes and 47 seconds." Billy explains, showing them his watch to emphasise his point.

Zack, Trini and Kim collectively groan as Jason gives them sympathetic smiles.

"Maybe we should just go on a different ride and-"

"We are not giving up!" Kim cuts Jason off with a snappy tone completely ignoring his hurt look and turning to address the others.

"Okay so this line isn't getting us anywhere," they grunt in agreement and she continues with determination "I have an idea."

Jason and Billy look on somewhat confused as Kim wraps her arms around Trini and Zack bringing them in for a weird huddle, Jason can hear her whispering something not fully sure what they were saying but when they pull apart with matching grins he knows their plan must be bad.

They stay content for a while the line doesn't move and then Zack is speaking.

"Yo Crazy Girl you might want to put that tiger in one of the lockers."

"Zack's right babe, they won't let you one the ride with it." Kim adds.

Trini nods with little reluctance and starts pushing her way past the crowd to find the exit, shouting "Save my spot!" back to them just as the line moves all of an inch forward and she disappears out of sight.

"What are you three up to?" Jason asks shooting Zack and Kim a suspicious look.

"Who us?" Kim replies clutching her chest as she flashes him an innocent smile.

Jason knows they are up to something - not that he can tell what exactly but he knows they are simply by the all too innocent smiles on Kim and Zack's faces. He's about to speak again when Billy reminds them how much time they have left showing Jason the time on his phone, at least he knows Billy would never participate in their silly shenanigans.

They are about a fifth of the way through the line, Trini has yet to reappear whilst Zack and Kim keep giving each other strange looks. Jason gives up trying to figure them out and instead engages in a conversation with Billy about the history of roller coasters; which is when Kim and Zack enter stage two of their plan. Within seconds Kim is engaging in the boy's conversation making sure to block Zack from sight.

"And so the riders would go down the slide crash landing in sand piles, they were called the Russian Mountains invented in the 16th and 17th centuries." Billy finishes as Jason smiles at him in awe.

"That's really cool Billy. Do you know any other facts?" Jason prompts.

"Woah that's really interesting Billy," Kim offers.

"I have more..." Billy continues to ramble on only stopping when Jason holds his hand up, his eyebrows raising as he looks around.

"Hang on a second," He surveys Kim's slight smile and looks at her expectantly "Where's Zack?"

Billy shrugs and looks at Kim, she smiles at him and then refocuses her attention to Jason. "I don't know where he is." That was true she technically didn't know where he had gone.

"Oh come on you're telling me that Zack and Trini both disappear and you have no idea where they are." He says incredulously.

"Trini went to put Kim's tiger toy away." Billy reminds him.

The line moves up a little and before Jason can interrogate her more she starts to speak or well bellow!

"TRINI."

"Kim what are you-"

"TRINI WHERE ARE YOU?!" she repeats it again and to Jason's shock she starts to push past people.

"Excuse me," she slides past a man motioning for Jason and Billy to follow her as she continues to shout out Trini's name.

"TRINI!"

ohmygod Jason mutters to himself her plan now becoming crystal clear.

"Excuse me, pardon me, coming through."

Kim takes charge ducking and darting through the crowd with Jason and Billy hot on her heels. Seeing Zack she smiles and quickens her pace, when they approach a cluster of girls she stops causing Jason to almost run into her. She stands with her hands on her hips glaring at Zack as she speaks.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

All the girls turn around revealing Zack standing in the middle with a guilty expression.

"Uhh hi Kim." Zack stutters which only serves to confuse Jason more.

"Don't you ‘hi Kim’ me. We were supposed to leave for dinner with my father an hour ago."

The girls look confused glancing back and forth between the two of them. One girl gaining some courage as she pipes up from behind Zack. "Who is this girl?" she was met with Kim's steely glare shrinking under the intensity.

"Who am I? I'm his girlfriend! Who the hell are you?"

"What on earth?" Jason squeaks out, wincing when Kim elbows him.

"You didn't tell us you had a girlfriend." Another girl huffs turning on Zack who starts to stutter out an explanation.

"Well yeah I-"

"Make that ex." Kim spits out turning on her heal and marching off further forward in the crowd, every onlookers parting like the red sea - none of them wanting to get in the way of the visibly angry girl.

"Kim wait!" Zack pleads pushing past people to start chasing after her.

"Do you have any idea what's going on?" Jason asks Billy as they follow the others, he's surprised when he's met with a knowing smile confusing Jason further.

When they finally catch up with the others Jason notices they are almost to the front of the queue which is when he spots Trini waiting right at the front surrounded by several confused people stood behind her.

Kim flashes Jason a grin and then she's screaming Trini's name again only this time Trini is answering in the same loud manner.

"TRINI?!"

"KIM I'M OVER HERE!" And then Trini waves in an uncharacteristically cheerful way and Jason must have gone insane because he has no idea what not being confused feels like.

The remaining people in front of them quickly dart out of the way as Kim rushes over to Trini and embraces her in a hug. Zack is next his hand reaching for Kim's shoulder and then she's hugging him too. They pull apart when Jason and Billy join them whilst the rest of the people in the queue look around dumbfounded at what just happened, not that they're sure what genuinely did happen.

"I cannot believe you guys just did that." Jason hisses loud enough for the others to hear, rolling his eyes when they exchange high fives.

"We're at the front, aren't we?!" Trini remarks as Jason shakes his head.

"Nice job at distracting him B." Zack says with a proud smile as Billy fist bumps him.

"Billy was in on it too?" Jason asks, surprise written across his face as they all beam and nod at him.

"Well...I've gotta say I'm impressed. Award winning performances."

Kim and Zack bow repeating 'thank yous' and the five of them laugh amongst themselves right until it's their turn on the coaster.

Despite the many signs saying not to run they couldn't help themselves cramming into the first row as they wait for the other rows to be filled. All of them scream as the ride dips and spirals down, though some more than others (Jason being the main culprit). Kim and Zack are having a wild time hooting and cheering as the intensity increases, Billy claps and wiggles around in his usual excited fashion and Trini though a lot quieter than the others still has a smile on her face - although when they reach the part where they sped inside the dark tunnel the guard rail may have become a little dented. Kim holds her hand and spends the rest of the ride repeating calming phrases and pressing soft kisses to her forehead.

It is an all-out war during the bumper cars. Zack had been the primary target but then several small children decided to insult them and they spend the rest of the time chasing them around and using their combined cars and strength to back the children into a corner. They all walk away with smug grins completely ignoring how they'd reduced a bunch of 8-year olds to tears.

After they were all pooped out Kim drags them to a photo-booth determined to get some new pictures for her room. It's not like any of them can resist the famous Kimberly Hart pout (Billy totally can but she said please and he will do anything to make his friends happy). The boys get shoved outside waiting for Kim and Trini to stop kissing long enough to retrieve their photos. They finally do when Billy suggests they buy ice-cream on their way out. How they all manage to get a flavour with the colour of their power coins is still a mystery, even Zack because "Licorice is the best flavour, you can have your boring lemon Trini!"

The sun is starting to set as they make their way through the car park, none of them remembering exactly where Jason parked the car. It takes them at least 20 minutes to find their spot but none of them care. The journey back is quieter, the soft hum of the radio the only sound audible. As promised Trini lets Kim sleep on her shoulder the stuffed tiger toy resting at her feet. Zack takes a picture of them and sets it as his contact photo, he really does love them but they don't need to know that. Billy sits in the front seat texting his Mom to inform her of the fun day out they had. There's country music playing on the radio and Billy claps quietly before resuming his text update. Jason has a content smile as he drives them back to Angel Grove. The sunset is a mixture of pastels and soft tones and as he looks through the mirror at his friends he's so glad he made the decision for a day out. He catches Zack's eye and the two share a smile and for the first time today Zack is the one who blushes looking away with unusual shyness. Jason turns his gaze to Trini who smiles mouthing a "you did good" before pressing a kiss to Kim's forehead and letting her eyes flutter shut and as Jason drives back into town listening to quiet snores and old country music he knows that he definitely did do good.

#power rangers 2017 #trimberly #zason #power rangers fanfiction #trimberly fanfic #brot5: The Rainbow Squad (´⌣`ʃƪ)#I'm actually so happy with how this turned out #I have had it drafted for ages but finally it is ready

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Fluid Sonic Fluctuation 113

Síria: Boa-Língua

as kindly provided to me as a review copy by Crónica

released March 17, 2020

Catalogue number: 155

Welcome to review number 113 on Fluid Sonic Fluctuations in which today I’m featuring the fairly recently released album by Síria titled Boa-Língua. I received this album as a review copy linking to a Bandcamp download code from the Crónica label. Crónica is the label which actually inspired me to start this blog and over the last two years I’ve often featured and reviewed various Crónica releases both new and old on this blog. Just like I did with Quantum Natives I’ll give a bit of a description of Crónica both for people who haven’t checked out the previous reviews as well as keeping in line with my now even more expanded review style. Crónica is a Portuguese mixed media label founded by a group of sound artists, experimental musicians and audiovisual artists that include Miguel Carvalhais (who’s most in charge of the label nowadays and has mastered and designed many of its releases), Pedro Tudela, who both form the duo @c, an immersive sound art and abstract experimental music project that often utilises field recordings and collaged abstract musical and non-musical sounds to create immersive cinematic experiences based on a philosophical attitude to sound as well as deep listening into various sonic environments. I’ve reviewed various @c works on this blog before. Other founding members of Crónica include experimental musician Pedro Almeida (Pal) and visual artist Lia who uses custom programming to create her moving and captured abstract visuals. Quite matching in spirit to @c’s sound works Crónica’s releases form an ever-continuing chronology of sound, music and noise on various formats including cassette tape, free download, CD and limited edition vinyl releases. Crónica’s discography is a mixture of Sound Art pieces, often conceptual and free-spirited experimental music and Electro-Acoustic Improvisation as well as inventive and often enjoyable forays into composed field recordings and the more arty side of Noise. Now let’s have a look at the contents of the review copy of Boa-Língua by Síria that I received. The download I received includes the album cover artwork in good resolution, the 9 album tracks in 24-bit/44.1kHz high resolution audio as well as a PDF file that contains the album’s tracklist, credits, release description and liner notes. The liner notes by Síria herself give a good impression of the concept and sonic approach Síria used when she recorded the 9 pieces that feature on the album with improvisation that goes beyond simply performing and an element of deep introspection being key elements to this album’s development. A nice short text that you can read alongside checking out the music. What is of interest for now is the background of Síria and the other artists who contributed to the music or whose music Síria sampled / manipulated to create her music. First of all, Síria herself, is a solo project by Portuguese sound artist and experimental musician Diana Combo. As also introduced by the PDF files, Síria is an extension of Diana’s other music project EOSIN, a project that mixes Turntable Music style experimentation, field recordings and other sound sources to create at times eerie and mysterious abstract sonic images, Síria mixes this approach with Diana’s vocals which in the case of Boa-Língua she doesn’t manipulate that much but mostly works as a main thread carrying the pieces of music, often using (traditional) Folk songs or as in some pieces on this album rather expressive (wordless) vocals sometimes using an invented language. Under the name Síria Diana has released two albums on Crónica, has appeared on compilations on Tropical Twista Records and Discrepant and has created a remix for Sontag Shogun released on Youngbloods. Tiago Martins has done “post-production” of the album at his own Fisgastudio, which as I could hear it on the album consists of the connecting the songs together as well as nicely balancing out Síria’s vocals with the instrumentation of her pieces. Miguel Carvalhais did the mastering for this album, which like other masters he did for releases I previously reviewed is rather crisp and clear sounding, a notch compressed in this case perhaps though, but it does keep the vocals quite on the foreground and it’s not reducing the balance of the instrumentation of the music too much and indeed Miguel also created the artwork for this release which features photos by Síria herself of this subtly painted statue of a nude woman which is not quite matching my own interpretation of the music as you will soon notice but does form nice striking imagery that does encompass the general surreal ambience of the album quite well. Amongst the sources of songwriting, samples and recordings Síria used in her pieces we find that first song Canção do Gato is a version of a song that Tiago Pereira recorded for his continuing project A Música Portuguesa a Gostar Dela Própria which documents Portuguese folk songs as sung by local citizens through his audio and video recordings. Nos Montes was remixed by @c who have released albums on labels like Variz, Crónica, Fuga Discos and Grain Of Sound, have been featured on albums and compilation released by labels like Loop, AntmanuvMicro and Variz and are also credited on releases on Dead Motion Records, Ilse and a free Edition Der Standard release. Senhora dos Remédios is a version of a song sang by Portuguese singer Catarina Chitas and features a sample from Portuguese mixed media artist Maile Colbert. Belgian Shepherd is a remix of a track of the same title by Portuguese experimental music artist Rui P. Andrade of his 2017 album All Lovers Go To Heaven, originally released on ACR. Rui has released albums using his own name on labels such as BRØQN, Etched Traumas, Haze and Colectivo Casa Amarela, has appeared on releases on Darker Days Ahead, a compilation by Indie Rock Mag, a split EP on Enough Records. Rui’s credits includes musical work on releases on Zigur Artists, Pale Blue and Warm Winters Ltd. Rui nowadays makes music under his alias Canadian Rifles which he mostly releases on his own Eastern Nurseries tape label. Through Síria’s remix (originally released on the Island Fever compilation by Portuguese experimental music label Colectivo Casa Amarela) I’ve already caught some glimpses of Rui’s sound work and based on the strong bassy resonant noisy drone elements I heard I can tell his solo works and label output will definitely be worth checking out too. Ay Işığında is a version of a song as originally sung by Azerbaijani singer Nərminə Məmmədova. Finally, For Ghédalia and Boa-Lingua feature recordings made by Los Niños Muertos which is a duo made up of Portuguese electric guitar improviser and experimentalist André Tasso (who's also part of the big Ensemble MIA, an international collective of experimental musicians and improvisers who participated in the Encontro de Música Improvisada de Atouguia da Baleia organised in May 2016) and Bruno Humberto (a conceptual artist in a wide array of fields in contemporary arts whose works often use the location of the installation or performance as part of the artwork and who also utilised absurdism in interesting manners as part of the Gazpacho Unlimited theatre group). Now let’s dive into Boa-Língua’s music and sonic imagery.

Boa-Língua starts with the piece Canção do Gato which quite perfectly introduces the sonic imagery that this album conjured up in my mind which is that of a wandering soul on a mysterious journey who encounters all kinds of strange rituals and at times dystopian Industrial environments. The piece feels like we’re inside a circle watching an eerie entrancing ritual happen, with Síria’s vocals working as if they’re the chant forming the ritual itself, combined with the gong like percussion which emits a bassy and resonant but also quite wavy continuous droning and helps to create that nocturnal mysterious atmosphere. The song itself sounds more uplifting than the eerie gong drones suggests which makes for a great intriguing juxtaposition of musical elements and the filtered walkie-talkie noise like rhythm in the first half of the piece adds a bit of surrealism to the piece as it feels quite like a small undefined cloud drifting by, momentarily obscuring the ritual. Síria’s vocal performance itself also got some great details in it too, as she holds the notes of each repeated melodic phrase as if they’re looped and also giving the song a bit of sharp resonant edge, very nice to hear. Afterwards we travel into darker, more dystopian territory with Nos Montes which features Síria’s wordless vocals and various layers of (field recording) manipulations, loose percussion, warbled pitch adjusted vinyl records as well as eerie glassy crystallised textured and choppy fluttering bits of Noise swirling around in the centre of the stereo image as well as as between the left and right channels in a subtle manner. Our aforementioned wandering soul has now arrived in an Industrial landscape in which alien machinery seems to be ever whirring, squeaking and clicking, with the workers in this factory or perhaps even simply a workshop appear to be processing glimmering minerals which radiate vivid blue-tinted rainbows. Warbled voices and strangely dropping tones feel like the wandering soul is slowly getting both frightened and confused by her surroundings, her wordless singing feeling like a soft lullaby like song she sings to comfort herself. Her voice distorts and repeats as the environment changes and while the music follows more of a slow evolution of texture rather than reaching a real climax, the various details and new sounds fading in through the layers of Industrial sound make the immersive sonic experiments that much richer. Like many of the pieces on this album, Nos Montes is connected quite directly to its following piece with the jester like tambourine pattern at the end smoothly moving into the beginning of the following track Senhora dos Remédios. @c’s (remix) contribution to Nos Montes sounds a bit more metallic than I heard before from the Portuguese duo and is a bit more subtle in this case with many of the sonic layers sounding like directly from Síria herself. The depth, panning and immersive acoustic effects definitely make me think of @c’s work in a more direct manner, but I can say that this mixture of contributions to one piece of music definitely works quite seamless instead of being a piece where you can clearly hear “another artist joined as a collaborator” so excellent work in here indeed. Following track Senhora dos Remédios uses a sample by Maile Colbert (possibly a field recording) sounding like hissy wind and we can hear the return of the gong percussion from Canção do Gato at the start of the piece, blending with jester tambourine rhythm. This piece feels quite like our wandering soul has reached a more quiet part of the factory / workshop where we can only hear the hiss of pipes leading to the machinery in the main hall. Síria’s way of singing the song makes it sound quite ghostly and a bit like a lament, the stereo panned delay effect also adds this feeling of being inside the mind of the wandering soul. The second voice in the song feels like the wandering soul is imagining this second voice as a memory from a time long ago. A sweet introspective piece of music which does retain that nice Industrial edge the album has in a great manner. Belgian Shepherd then follows, a quite minimalist piece in which Síria’s vocals feature in a more subtle manner than other the other tracks on Boa-Língua. Now it feels like the wandering soul has moved to another spot in the factory, one in which distant sounds of machinery can be heard. Featuring distorted rhythmic glitch bass, a scraping mechanical resonant metallic drone, as well as burst of dust-laden steam and distant clanging metal poles and racks the Industrial landscape where our wandering soul finds herself has become a bit less archaic and morphed into a more efficient, cold and high-tech sci fi type of gears. Additional excellent details to the piece are the entrance in which high pitched glitched tones as well as a metallic violin like glassy screeches seem to introduce the wandering soul’s desperation as she’s trying to find a way out of this dark landscape, her warm wordless vocals being both cries for help and again a means to try to calm herself down and focus. A great mixture of contemporary minimalist Glitch elements and classic Industrial textures from what I can hear in the piece, Rui P. Andrade’s original version of this piece of which we’re now hearing Síria’s remix must be a fine entrancing piece of Drone / Noise work as all the textures as well as rich manipulations of the elements suggest the source material (which Síria also added on in this remix, which should be noted) definitely has some great creativity and an inspired personal touch to it too. Great work. Afterwards in Yarın the wandering soul has finally got out of the factory and returned to the mysterious ritual we saw before which has now progressed. Featuring long long resonating and decaying cymbal droning which is rich in many eerie and filtered sounding overtones as well as an additional layer of low (synth) frequencies which create a brooding rumbling foundation of the piece the ritual like nature of this piece is much darker. Yet Síria’s vocals are quite uplifting and positive sounding, with her voice overtaking the darkness more in this case than becoming encompassed within it. The double tracking of her vocals does create these curious sonic phenomena however, like her voice detaches itself from her as a separate second “out of body” entity and swirls around within the diffuse flowing liquid tonal mass of the ritual music. A few rays of sunlight are shining through the clouds of the morning to come for the wandering soul but the water drops at the end of the piece predict that the ominous events she encounters aren’t over yet, with the room acoustic of the field recording suggesting a narrow hollow space she soon finds herself in, perhaps a dungeon. Danse Macabre, the piece that follows is quite self-explanatory based on the titled. Indeed the piece feels quite like the sonic depiction of ghosts dancing around in a circle in the dark night. In this case however, it’s obviously the wandering soul who’s growing more and more confused and frightened by feelings that she can’t escape this strange world of mysterious ancient rituals and dystopian cold Industry all that easily. The piece feels quite “classic” in that it has a mostly pure Ritual Ambient sound with a lot of eerie resonant slow percussion rhythms, droning vocals and strange mouth sounds with which she creates strange laughing and screeching noises and spooky wails. However there are also little bits of crackling Noise hidden in the background as well with which Síria does underline her signature sound in this piece, they’re equally eerie in that they’re so “light” in the sonic imagery that you might even mistake them for rustling leaves or tree branches outside your house (this is especially the case on headphones). Further details that are particularly great about this piece are the highly resonant droning overtones mixed with the hollow water drops in the beginning of the piece creating some extra eerie gloom as well as the way Síria’s vocals form their own texture and intensely droning tone at the end of the piece, a very immersive listening experience once again. Ay Işığında follows with a similar kind of Ritual Ambient kind of ambience fading through the water drop sounds into nicely rising and falling waves of gong resonances backed by tinkling cymbals. Our wandering soul appears to have escaped her gloom and is now walking towards a beach with the aforementioned gong resonances feeling like the eerie gloom still surrounding her until the point that some lovely hollow, wooden like turntable needle and mechanism manipulations enter sounding a bit like rowing pans for that nice notch of surrealism in the mix. Síria performs the song Ay Işığında (as originally sung by Nərminə Məmmədova) with much positive emotion and there’s some lovely spacey delay effect on her vocals again but what I like even more about this piece is the way the piece’s subtly moving drone moves into sonic imagery involving soft “caressing” vinyl crackles and the sound of the sea, the swirling waves of water carrying our wandering soul to what appears to be an exit of the fever dream like landscapes she find herself in. The vinyl crackles also appear to hint at the subconscious meaning of “this is all just memories, you’re not actually experiencing this in real life”. Very intriguing. For Ghédalia then is a piece which is a bit more abrasive for its first half featuring screechy high pitched feedback tones but does flow into a more subtle kind of ambience afterwards. Dedicated to the cult Avant-Garde Folk experimentalist Ghédalia Tazartes the piece does indeed recall the curious kind of mixture of Noise, Folk and Tribal like elements I remember from listening to one of his albums a long time ago. This is also a piece which does move a bit out of the flow of the pieces that came before it as it features some more abstract experimentation within it. Síria is performing ornamental wordless vocals in this piece mixed with additional filtered vocal drones making for curious swirling drone around her. She also creates clicky bass drum like percussion using her mouth (though this seems to be more like a layering of two elements in fact). Curious are also the organ like tones in the first half of the piece. Whilst moving into a different kind of textural style, I can still apply my imagined imagery of the wandering soul to this piece as being a ritual she created and is performing on her own. This piece uses recordings by André Tasso and Bruno Humberto and I can definitely say that based on what I found about André, the guitar Noise elements are created by him and add some great rawness in terms of texture to the piece, very nice. Final piece Boa-Língua puts more focus on the recordings of guitar feedback manipulation as well as some sweet woodblock / stick percussion courtesy of André Tasso and Bruno Humberto in terms of instrumentation with Síria’s vocals being more like chanted mantras. The instrumental backing has a great physical touch to it in terms of texture, with the guitar also sounding a bit like an alarm; Síria’s calm vocals give the impression of our wandering soul slowly waking up in her bed in the morning with her thoughts still going through a bit of a confusing haze (the feedback instrumentation) and her wake up alarm having an oddly harsh sound to her ears. Still, she’s safe and sound and thereby we also come to our listening journey of Síria’s excellent Boa-Língua. I awards Boa-Língua a Polar Vision at the frequency of a wandering soul travelling through possibly imagined landscapes full of mysterious rituals, dystopian Industrial landscapes and a surreal experience of past memories. The album’s consistent flow of often vocal lead pieces of rich experimental music make for a great listening experience in Síria’s personal, inspired sonic world that blends “physical” Noise experimentation, Ritual Ambient influences, an inventive approach to using her voice in her music and a great feel for the cinematic side of Sound Art and texture based ambiences. This is a great recommended listen for fans of the more musical side of Sound Art, experimental approaches to Ritual Ambient, Turntable Music as well as a more varied approach to using Noise and Free Improvisation in more subtle manners. Síria’s song based approach also makes the music more accessible for listeners who aren’t very familiar with experimental music in general. Definitely get this album.

You can order Boa-Língua by Síria as a limited edition cassette tape and download from the Crónica Bandcamp page here: https://cronica.bandcamp.com/album/boa-l-ngua

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Reflections on the “F” Word

While I disapprove of the word’s overuse and find it annoying much of the time, it remains one of the more interesting monosyllabic expletives in the English language for a variety of reasons. Just by its sound it can describe, pain, pleasure, hate and love. In language it can function as many parts of speech: a verb both transitive and intransitive; a gerund; a noun or pronoun; an adjective; an adverb; and an interjection. It’s a versatile word from a grammatical perspective and one that can describe with pointed emphasis a wide range of emotions, feelings, states of being and circumstances as these examples found on the web will attest:

• Ignorance: Fucked if I know. • Trouble: I guess I’m fucked now! • Fraud: I got fucked at the used car lot. • Aggression: Fuck you! • Displeasure: What the fuck is going on here? • Difficulty: I can't understand this fucking job. • Incompetence: He‘s a fuck-off. • Suspicion: What the fuck are you doing? • Enjoyment: I had a fucking good time. • Request: Get the fuck out of here. • Hostility: I'm going to knock your fucking head off. • Greeting: How the fuck are you? • Apathy: Who gives a fuck? • Innovation: Get a bigger fucking hammer. • Surprise: Fuck! You scared the shit out of me! • Anxiety: Today is really fucked.

Roots Linguisticians really have no clear idea where the word comes from. A few myths and folk etymologies have sprung up in the absence of a definite origin. The most common derive it from “fornication under consent of the king” or “for unlawful carnal knowledge,” and as with almost every other etymology based on an acronym, neither is true.

In English, swear words tend to have Germanic, rather than Latin etymology. We know where “shit” comes from—no pun intended. It has a Germanic root with obvious connections to words in other languages: Dutch schijt, German Scheiße, Swedish skit. It also shows up in Old English, as the verb scittan. The experts can trace a clear, linear etymology for it. Alas, the same can’t be said for “fuck,” although the search for its roots makes for an interesting etymological expedition.

It may be a native English word, from a Proto-Germanic verb along the lines of fukkon, which could in turn be from the Proto Indo European root pewg-, meaning “to jab” or “to hit”. Under this etymology, its origins are as clear as shit’s. But this explanation may rest more on speculation than fact.

Germanic words of similar form (f + vowel + consonant) and meaning ”copulate” are many. One of them is ficken. They often have additional senses, especially 'cheat,' but their basic meaning is 'move back and forth.' Most probably, fuck is a borrowing from Low German and has no cognates outside Germanic.

Early records of “fuck” are chiefly from Britain’s north, especially Scotland, so it may have begun as a northerner’s verb. Not all, but many of the words that exist primarily in Scotland and northern England, for example, bairn, gang, aye, kirk, etc., are from Old Norse. The Viking invasions left their impact on English as a whole, but especially in northern Britain where their settlements were concentrated. (Even today residents of North Britain use words and speak in accents that betray their Norse roots and mystify Americans and their English cousins to the south.)

Swedish fokka (“copulate”) and Norwegian fukka (“copulate, strike, push”) are now only dialectal terms, but given that they both mean “fuck” and are apparently related, they may go back to an unattested Old Norse verb. If this etymology is to be believed, then the Old Norse version of fukka came to Scotland first, before dispersing to the rest of the English-speaking world.

Another theory traces the Modern English verb to Middle English fyke, fike ("move restlessly, fidget") which also meant "dally, flirt," and probably is from a general North Sea Germanic word (compare Middle Dutch fokken, and German ficken). This would parallel in sense the vulgar Middle English term for "have sexual intercourse," swive, from Old English swifan "to move lightly over, sweep.” But the OED remarks that these "cannot be shown to be related" to the English word. (As an aside, the Old English verb for "have sexual intercourse with" was hæman, from ham "dwelling, home," with a sense of "take home, co-habit.")

Speaking of the original Oxford English Dictionary, its editors omitted as taboo the “F” word when the "F" entries were compiled between 1893 and 1897. Dr. Johnson also had excluded the word, and “fuck” wasn't in a single English language dictionary from 1795 to 1965. The Penguin Dictionary broke the taboo in the latter year. Houghton Mifflin followed in 1969 with The American Heritage Dictionary, but it also published a “clean” edition without the word, to assure itself access to the public high school market.

The written form of the word is attested from at least the early 16th Century although the verb form appears to have been found in an English court manuscript from 1310. The second edition of the OED cites 1503, in the form fukkit, and the earliest attested appearance of the current spelling is 1535 in Sir David Lyndesay’s Ane Satyre of the Thrie Estaits: "Bischops ... may fuck thair fill and be vnmaryit.” Apparently sex scandals in the Church were prevalent even then.

As an aside, “flying fuck” originally meant "sex had on horseback" and is first attested circa 1800 in a broadside ballad called New Feats of Horsemanship.

Censorship “Fuck” was outlawed in print in England by the Obscene Publications Act of 1857, and in the U.S. by the Comstock Act of 1873. The legal barriers against use in print broke down the mid-20th Century with the "Ulysses" decision (U.S., 1933) and "Lady Chatterley's Lover" (U.S., 1959; U.K., 1960).

In 1948, the publishers of The Naked and the Dead persuaded author Norman Mailer to use the euphemism “fug.” When Mailer later was introduced to Dorothy Parker, she greeted him with, "So you're the man who can't spell 'fuck'." (The quip is sometimes attributed to Tallulah Bankhead.) The major breakthrough in publication was James Jones' From Here to Eternity (1950), with 50 fucks (down from 258 in the original manuscript).

In a 1972 monologue, the late comedian George Carlin famously listed the "Seven words you can never say on television," to wit, shit, piss, fuck, cunt, cocksucker, motherfucker, and tits.

At the time, the words were considered inappropriate for broadcast on the public airwaves in the United States, whether radio or television; and most of the words on Carlin's original list remain taboo on American broadcast television but are heard with astonishing regularity on unregulated cable as an evening watching HBO will demonstrate. But words forbidden to polite society didn’t originate with Carlin; the ancient Romans had ten words that were considered taboo (and therefore used regularly): cunnus, futuo, mentula, verpa, landica, culus, pedico, caco, fello and irrumo. I’ll let the reader translate those words for which the English equivalent isn’t obvious.

At the Movies 1939’s Gone with the Wind ends with these memorable lines:

Scarlett: Where shall I go? What shall I do? Rhett: Frankly my dear, I don’t’ give a damn.

What today is hardly regarded as even a mildly profane expression caused a sensation in the USA in 1939. Sixty-six years later the iconic quotation was voted the number one movie line of all time by the American Film Institute.

The word “damn” had been prohibited by the 1930 Motion Picture Association’s Production Code (aka, the Will Hayes Office), drawn up as the country was in the grips of prohibition and a fiery debate about declining moral standards which social critics attributed in no small measure to the alleged excesses of the Hollywood dream machine and the immoral behavior of the people who starred in its films.

Against this backdrop, producer David O. Selznick and story editor Val Lewton worked hard to keep the movie close to the book. Of the word “damn” Selznik told the Hayes censors, "It is my contention that this word as used in the picture is not an oath or a curse. The worst that could be said of it is that it’s a vulgarism." In the end, the film got special dispensation to use "damn" and "hell" in specific situations.

But before they got the OK, Selznick and Lewton solicited alternate endings. They came up with 20, more or less, among them:

Frankly my dear, I don’t’ give a straw. Frankly my dear, I don’t’ give a hoot. You can go to the devil for all I care. My indifference is boundless.

The Hollywood Production Code was adopted by the film industry to counter efforts to establish government censorship of cinema in 1930, although it was not seriously enforced until 1934 and continued in effect until 1965 when it was replaced by the current ratings system.

During Hollywood’s golden age, producers, writers and directors came up with a bag of tricks designed to do an end run around the censors whom they regarded as overly zealous, excessively self-righteous and conspicuously dumb. One technique was to write witty, sharp-edged dialogue replete with double entendres and a heavy dose sexual innuendo.

One such example comes from the 1946 film noire The Big Sleep, a mostly inscrutable piece of detective fiction penned by Raymond Chandler. The principals, Vivian Rutledge (Lauren Bacall) and Philip Marlow (Humphrey Bogart), engage in a famous, slyly flirtatious, sexy horse-race conversation scripted by an uncredited Julius Epstein. At one point, she rates him as a potential lover, using a horse analogy to talk in a veiled way about her feelings toward men and sex. The dialogue is outrageously suggestive without using a single off color word:

Vivian: Tell me: What do you usually do when you're not working? Marlowe: Oh, play the horses, fool around. Vivian: No women? Marlowe: I'm generally working on something, most of the time. Vivian: Could that be stretched to include me? Marlowe: Well I like you. I've told you that before. Vivian: I like hearing you say it. But you didn't do much about it. Marlowe: Well, neither did you. Vivian: Well, speaking of horses, I like to play them myself. But I like to see them work out a little first, see if they're front-runners or come from behind, find out what their whole card is. What makes them run. Marlowe: Find out mine? Vivian: I think so. Marlowe: Go ahead. Vivian: I'd say you don't like to be rated. You like to get out in front, open up a lead, take a little breather in the backstretch, and then come home free. Marlowe: You don't like to be rated yourself. Vivian: I haven't met anyone yet that can do it. Any suggestions? Marlowe: Well, I can't tell till I've seen you over a distance of ground. You've got a touch of class, but, uh...I don't know how - how far you can go. Vivian: A lot depends on who's in the saddle. Go ahead Marlowe, I like the way you work. In case you don't know it, you're doing all right. Marlowe: There's one thing I can't figure out. Vivian: What makes me run? Marlowe: Uh-huh. Vivian: I'll give you a little hint. Sugar won't work. It's been tried.

“Fuck” began to break into cinema when it was uttered once in the film Vapor (1963) and in two Andy Warhol films: Poor Little Rich Girl (1965) and My Hustler (1965), and later in each of two 1967 British releases, Ulysses and I'll Never Forget What's 'is name. It was also used several times in the 1969 British film Bronco Bullfrog. According to director Robert Altman, the first time the word "fuck" was used in a major American studio film was in 1970's M*A*S*H, spoken by Painless during the football match at the end of the film. Since then it’s been a free-for-all as many films have attempted, and succeeded, in desensitizing audiences to the shocking effects of the F-word.

Bad Santa, a dreadful black comedy in which Billy Bob Thornton spends 90 minutes uttering non-stop expletives is one example. Another is 2017’s The Wife, an altogether splendid film—a great story complemented by terrific performances by Glen Close and Jonathan Prices—that suffers from what I would argue is overuse of the “F” word.

It’s not that I’m a prude; I’m not. It’s not that I’m offended. I’m not. It’s not that I don’t use the word; I do. And its not that I’m for censorship (heaven forfend!). But as a lover of and sometimes lecturer on old films, I’m saddened that writers and directors ignore context and insert gratuitous profanity in dialogue when the scene doesn’t really call for it. Okay, Tony Soprano’s crew really does talk that way, and so does Casino’s Nicky Santoro. And the creative social commentary of George Carlin and Lewis Black would fall pretty flat were it not punctuated by a flurry of forbidden expletives. In their mouths the language works; in the mouths of lesser so-called comedians it’s just unfunny. And unnecessary. It’s all a matter of context.

It probably says something about the state of English-speaking society that there are people who actually count occurrences of the word ‘fuck’ in films. Director Martin Scorsese is the undisputed Father of Fuckage. “Fuck” and its derivatives is spoken a staggering 506 times in The Wolf of Wall Street, setting a new Guinness World Record for most swearing in one film. And Scorsese has two other films that made the top ten list of “fuck”-ridden films:

1. The Wolf of Wall Street (Martin Scorsese, 2013). 506 times (every 2.83 minutes). 2. Summer of Sam (Spike Lee, 1999). 435 times (every 3.06 minutes). 3. Nil by Mouth (Gary Oldman, 1997). 435 times (every 3.34 minutes). 4. Casino (Martin Scorsese, 1995). 422 times (every 2.4 minutes). 5. Alpha Dog (Nick Cassavetes, 2006). 367 times (every 3.11 minutes). 6. End of Watch (Dir. David Ayer, 2012). 326 times (every 2.99 minutes). 7. Twin Town (Kevin Allen, 1997). 318 times (every 3.21 minutes). 8. Running Scared (Wayne Kramer, 2006) 315 times (every 2.58 minutes). 9. Goodfellas (Martin Scorsese, 1990). 300 times (every 2.05 minutes). 10. Narc (Joe Carnahan, 2002). 297 times (every 2.82 minutes).

One could imagine the closing scene of Gone with the Wind if Scorsese had directed it. Perhaps it might have gone like this:

Scarlet: Rhett, I don’t know what the fuck to do! Rhett: Franky my dear, I don’t give a shit.

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I'M SCARED TO DEATH!! THE MORE I LOOK INTO THE HOLY BIBLE, I GET MORE CONFUSED. SPOOKY, FABRICATED, EXTRAPOLATED LIES AND CONTRADICTIONS ARE SCATTERED THROUGHOUT THE HOLY NOVELLA LEAVING READERS IN LIMBO AND CONFUSED. I'M DIVING INTO MY THIRD EYE TO REALLY FIND OUT WHO IS THE CREATOR OF THIS PLANET AND WHAT IS INSIDE OUR BRAIN THAT MAKES US THINK AND BELIEF IN A SUPREME GOD, A CREATOR OF THE UNIVERSE. THAT'S WHY I AM TRACKING AND DECODING THE HEBREWS, MOSES AND THE YAHOO - YAHWEH GODS!!!!! TRACKING YAHWEH'S ABRACADABRA LIES AND THE CONTRADICTIONS OF THE BIBLE. TRACKING, DECODING THE JESUS ENIGMA/PARADOX AND THE PAINFUL EVOLUTIONARY PROCESS FROM HUMAN TROGLODYTE TO HUMAN GOD BECAUSE PRAYING FOR A GOD WHO WASN'T THERE NOR ANYWHERE IN THE UNIVERSE TO SOLVE OUR HUMAN DILEMMAS IS NOT A WAY OUT TO ESCAPE FROM OUR REALITY! ANYWAY, YAHWEH IS DEAD AND ALL THOSE FILTHY JEWISH CHARACTERS FROM THE BIBLE KILLED JESUS!!!!! THE SPOOKY DIVINE COMEDY NOVELLA CHARACTERS ARE MORE STIMULATING AND REALISTIC THAN THOSE CROOKED CAIAPHAS, RAPISTS, SODOMITES, HOMOSEXUALS, PROSTITUTES, MACHO MEN LESBIANS, BIBLE PIMPS ACTING AS PATRIARCHS, MACHO MEN WARRIORS AND GOD'S FREAKS FROM THE HOLY BIBLE - NOVELLA. DOES YAHWEH UNDERSTAND CONSCIOUSNESS?

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32 Now while the sons of Israel were in the wilderness, they found a man gathering wood on the sabbath day.

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34 and they put him in custody because it had not been declared what should be done to him.

35 Then the Lord said to Moses, “The man shall surely be put to death; all the congregation shall stone him with stones outside the camp.”

36 So all the congregation brought him outside the camp and stoned him to death with stones, just as the Lord had commanded Moses.

37 The Lord also spoke to Moses, saying,

39 “It shall be a tassel for you to look at and remember all the commandments of the Lord, to do them and not follow after your own heart and your own eyes, after which you played the harlot,

40 so that you may remember to do all My commandments and be holy to your God.

41 “I am the Lord your God who brought you out from the land of Egypt to be your God; I am the Lord your God.”

The Sign of the Sabbath:

12 The Lord spoke to Moses, saying,

15 ‘For six days work may be done, but on the seventh day there is a sabbath of complete rest, holy to the Lord; whoever does any work on the sabbath day shall surely

be put to death.

16 ‘So the sons of Israel shall observe the sabbath, to celebrate the sabbath throughout their generations as a perpetual covenant.’

17 “It is a sign between the sons of Israel and Me forever; for in six days the Lord made heaven and earth, but on the seventh day He ceased from labor and was refreshed.”

18 When He had finished speaking with him upon Mount Sinai, He gave Moses the two tablets of the testimony, tablets of stone, written by the finger of God."

ONLY TIME WILL TELL! THE ONLY THING THAT GOVERNMENTS WILL HAVE TO DO IS TO SLOW DOWN THE OVERPOPULATION PROBLEMS, BAN ILLEGAL CHAIN MIGRATION AROUND THE PLANET AND SLOW DOWN THE LEGAL CHAIN MIGRATION BUSINESS.

ALL MEN MADE RELIGIONS HAVE BEEN MANIPULATED OVER THE YEARS TO ACCOMMODATE HUMAN INSANITIES FOR A LONG TIME NOW, THEREFORE THE TIME HAS COME FOR HUMAN TROGLODYTES TO PROTECT MOTHER NATURE AND THE ANIMAL KINGDOM FROM PSYCHO-HUNTER- CRIMINALS WHO ARE DETERMINED TO DISTORT/ALTER PLANET EARTH ECOSYSTEMS AND THE GLOBAL FAUNA IN THE NAME OF MORE EXPENSIVE REAL ESTATE PROPERTIES IN ORDER TO GENERATE MORE REVENUE. IT IS UP TO US, HUMANS TO BUILD/MAINTAIN OUR PLANET LIKE A GLOBAL PARADISE IN ACCORD TO THE BIBLE PROPHETS AND FANTASIES OR APPLY MOSES' PRINCIPLE IN COMMUNISTS AS WELL AS CAPITALISTS COUNTRIES AS FOLLOW. "IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO LIVE BY THE LAW, YOU ARE GOING TO DIE BY THE LAW." A GLOBAL PLAN MUST BE PLACE IN EFFECT IN ORDER TO HALT/SLOWDOWN THE MASSIVE GLOBAL HUMAN REPRODUCTION IN THIS PLANET OR THE FUTURE GENERATION OF HUMAN TROGLODYTES/YAHOOS WILL EXPERIENCE A RUDE AND CRUEL AWAKENING SIMILAR TO THE SOYLENT GREEN SCIENCE FICTION MOVIE. AMEN!

WHAT GOES AROUND, COMES AROUND!!!

“Let all the poisons that lurk in the mud hatch out!”

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A Comrade

Perhaps characteristically, Claisent had found a seat in the corner of the tavern; the better to ensure that he could only be approached from the front. A soldier’s habit, to be certain. His gleaming red greatsword, entrusted to him what felt like half a lifetime ago by Kosetsu, sat propped against the wall on his right, within easy reach.

“Momone. Thank you for coming on such short notice.”

The blonde Lalafell tottered over from the doorway, still wearing yesterday’s scale mail armour, cloak sweeping almost dramatically around her.

“It’s alright! I’ll admit, I was a little surprised you called for me. Still – how can I help?”

“I… have a confession to make.” Claisent’s expression was solemn. “And a rather dangerous plan I’m about to set in motion. Things will get… delicate. I need someone on side who I can trust to get a job done.”

“Ah… Y-yes, of course!” Momone looked curious, but unperturbed. “Is… this something I can confide in Kosetsu, or is it… extra delicate?”

“Kosetsu’s help will be appreciated, but I need a lighter touch, first and foremost…” Claisent trailed off, looked askance. “…I suppose I should start from the beginning, if you’re to understand what I wish to ask of you.” Momone nodded, walked around the Elezen to sit beside him. She took a moment to divest herself of her shield and scabbard belt, setting both upon the wall beside her seat before turning her attention fully to Claisent.

"...This quest I've been pursuing, since before I left the Kindred. I've been hunting a Halonic Inquisitor who's been continuing his own private Dragonsong War. He's been rooting out suspected heretics even outside of Coerthas, putting them to the sword or the torch without any talk of trial."

Momone stared wide-eyed. "Wh- but how? The... isn't Ishgard forming into a republic, now? Especially with the controversy in what was the Holy See?"

"He couldn't care less. The man's on a crusade - he has no intention of forgiving people he considers to have betrayed the church... Point is, he's discovered that I'm onto him. And he's taken a particular interest, since he's the reason I fled Coerthas in the first place... I too was a heretic." Claisent let that confession sit for a moment. "I was young. Shocked and frightened by the war. Taken in by the promises and propaganda."

Momone looked almost equally uncertain how to process this revelation. She looked down and away; remained pensive for a time. At last, she opened her mouth.

“What changed?”

"The Inquisitor. Elvaut Subier is his name. I had fallen in with a large unit that answered to Lady Iceheart. Made our encampment in the depths of the highlands. Somehow, Subier found us. He didn't just want us dead. He wanted us to destroy each other. Wanted to punish us for our sins, in his own way. So when he led his Temple Knights to destroy the camp one bloody morning, he planted a letter on one of the corpses.

“That letter framed me as an informant, who had gone turncoat and given away the camp's location in exchange for leniency. Clearly, he meant for it to be found by any survivors, to set them against me, and me against them. It worked. I was out on patrol that morning, with six others. Among them, an up and coming young leader... Avenne. A woman I'd very much come to admire. To love."

Claisent paused. Melancholy chiselled furrows into his face. "When we got back, we found a killing field. The tents were trampled and burned, supplies looted or destroyed. Bodies in fucking piles, from one end of the camp to the other. Avenne... she lost good friends. Lost a sister, somewhere in that carnage. She... found the letter first. Showed it to the others... Gods, the way their faces twisted as they read it. I had to snatch it from them just to find out why they were suddenly screaming accusations at me. 'Murderer.' 'Traitor.'"

Momone looked for all the world like what she was being told was only now beginning to make sense. Deep sadness pulled at her expression. “Even in war, that’s… gods, it’s terrible. So cruel…”

“Before I’d even finished reading,” Claisent continued, “Eauglant had drawn his sword and run shrieking at me. The others followed... Mad with grief. With rage. They fell for Subier's bait without a second thought... I just... I had to defend myself." His voice quavered, though he didn’t appear to have noticed. He stared unfocused at the far wall. Momone pulled her gaze away and frowned, a mask of anger giving way to sympathy, sadness.

“…I’m…. I’m so sorry, Claisent.”

Claisent closed his eyes. He collected himself enough to manage a shallow nod of acknowledgement and thanks.

"...When it was over, I took the letter, gathered what provisions I could, and ran. There was naught left for me there... far too many bodies to bury. The beasts and the snow would claim them… I abandoned the war. Both sides wanted my head. Both had lost my loyalty. I struck south and wandered. Collected myself. Tried to decide what I would do. I found myself in Ul'dah... found my way to the hall of the Kindred."

Momone gave a slow nod. “And that’s where we met you…”

“Aye. Damn well saved me. Gave me something new to fight for – something real.”

Momone looked at the floor again. "It's... difficult for me to know what is right in all of this. ... maybe, it's easier because I'm not of Ishgard. But... the Ishgardians and the Dravanians fought for... so long. You..." She pulled her head up. "...Before you lost your friends, I'd guess you fought and killed your share of Ishgardians, too?"

"...Aye, my share. Saw them as the enemy - all of us converts had come to see them as the enemy."

"...So... for the Ishgardian Inquisition to retaliate during that time was... the nature of war." She sighed and folded her arms. "...But too cruel... even in war, there's a certain code of conduct, but..." She looked back up to Claisent. "...You say he continued - that he's been continuing, after the peace?"

"He has. In his fanatic mind, heretics don't deserve peace. They deserve to be rooted out and destroyed, wherever he may find them. And he's not alone - plenty of fundamentalists opposed Ser Aymeric's rise to power, and still oppose the ongoing changes." At that, Momone’s lips pursed sharply; clearly displeased by that prospect rather than resigned to some horror of war. "Well... in those terms, it's simpler to decide what is just. If he's continued, despite peace, and in the name of the Holy See or the Church... then he needs to be stopped.” She canted her head at Claisent. "...But, this is about revenge for you first, is it not?"

"...I won't lie. My reasons for wanting his head on a spike are very personal. But he has a lot of support - Temple Knights who answer to him, clergymen and nobles who offer his cause their support under the table."

Momone arched a disbelieving eyebrow. "Is there no evidence with which to accuse this man, or his followers, and bring him to justice? ... even in the Holy See, there is a judiciary!"

Claisent gave a shrug. "Were he just one man, I'd take his head and be done with it. But I can't be certain how deep this bloody conspiracy has dug its roots. If I'm going to stop him and his supporters both, I need to drag the whole thing into the light... Which brings me, at last, to the reason I'm telling you all of this.

"I've been compiling evidence, slowly and surely, through my own investigation. Locations, material finds, names of priests and citizens with connections to Subier and his little splinter cell of Temple Knights. But like I said, Subier has found out that I'm onto him. If he moves against me, he'll do it fast and hard - won't give me a chance to make any clever plays. So I... wish for you to do it for me, if you're willing to lend me your aid.”

“M-me?!”

Claisent thumbed his greatsword. “Here’s what I want you to do. I've kept my dossier of evidence in a safe place, and I’ll be leaving the sword there tonight. If you have a map of the Black Shroud on you, I'll mark the location. Over the next few weeks, you may hear these words over your linkpearl: 'raise up the righteous.' If you hear that signal, or if I simply drop out of contact altogether, you'll know that I've been found out. Go to my drop point immediately, and uncover the dossier.

“Reach out to Kosetsu if you hear the signal, and explain to her while you recover the documents. Have her take the sword - if there's any chance you may be able to find me and help me, I'll like have need of a good weapon."

Momone patted through her belongings while Claisent spoke. She eventually reached a pouch at her back from which she produced a roll of several sheets of parchment. From among those, she brought a map of the Black Shroud to the fore, offered it to Claisent; he produced a stick of black chalk to mark a spot familiar to the Lalafell with a small cross. ”I… This is all so cloak and dagger.” She looked worriedly up at Claisent. “How… will we know where to find you? If at all? And what am I to do with what you leave at this drop point?”

"Make all haste to Ishgard. Take the dossier to the Tribunal, and present it as proof of Subier's plot. He'll think he has me at his mercy - he won't expect me to have struck the death blow from elsewhere."

Momone’s expression was yet full of questions. "I- I'm sorry, I just walk into the Tribunal? Without an appointment? What if you're not there? And will they even speak with a-a foreigner?"

“They'll have to. Unless every man in the building is in Subier's pocket already, they can't argue with hard evidence. Besides, you'll have Kosetsu with you - I guarantee she won't take no for an answer."

"W-well, yes, but... you still haven't said what we do if you're not there!” Momone protested. “W-we'll need to rescue you first!"

Claisent looked away, pursed his lips. “…That part, I’m not certain of yet.”

This simple response caught Momone quite off guard. A lengthy silence passed; she stared at him in fearful wonder.

“…You value seeing this man fall more than your own life, don’t you?”

Claisent found himself staring at the far wall again. His expression was almost flat, and he spoke at first without pomp or gravity when he opened his mouth to answer.” Frankly, he might just end me on the spot. He might want to take his time and enjoy having finally gotten the better of me. I don't care. My first love and my best friends went to their deaths believing me guilty of a betrayal I didn't commit. I have to bring the truth to light. Whatever it takes.”

“Claisent…” Momone’s voice bore a note of deep sadness.

“Momone… Only you and Kosetsu can see this through for me, true and strong as you are. I dare not ask it of anyone else. If it costs me my life, I'll know I've left the rest in the best hands…” Quite suddenly, he leaned forward off his chair to kneel before his Lalafellin companion. “I beg of you. Help me put a stop to this fanatic.”

Momone near recoiled in surprise, gazing at the Elezen. “I…” Caught off guard by his sudden earnestness, a faint flush filled her cheeks. She took a moment to compose herself, gave a nod. “I-I will. This is the sort of wrong a Free Paladin is meant to set right.” Her face set into a more solemn expression, and she gave another, decisive nod. “I promise.”

The worry on Claisent’s face was washed away by relief. “Thank you. Thank you.”

“Do… are you going to have another weapon with you? Where are you going, exactly?”

“To continue my investigation, in Ishgard proper.” The Elezen climbed to regain his seat. “If I can find any other way to strengthen my case against Subier, I’d be a fool not to. All of this… this is just me taking precautions in case he strikes first.”

Momone looked back down at the marked map. “…Will we have enough right now, in case he…?”

Claisent nodded. “It’s… pretty damning, taken on its face. What's important is that it implicates a host of people other than him. Key members of his support in the city, fundamentalists who quietly champion his cause."

Momone nodded along. "If his support is as deep as you say, then... yes, one would need to bring them to light, too." She began to roll the maps back up to stow them away in their pouch. “Raise up the righteous,” she murmured to herself, then looked up at Claisent. He caught her eye, managed a smile for a moment, then turned away. He pressed his eyes shut, frowning apologetically.

“…I’m sorry, Momone. It… it’s not fair of me to drop all of this on you at once. I just… I’m not sure where else to turn.”

Momone pivoted in her chair to fully face the Elezen. "Oh, there's no reason to be sad. It's... These sorts of things are what I think I've always been meant to do." She mustered her characteristic sunny smile. “…May I tell you a story, in kind?”

Claisent couldn’t help but crack a smile of his own at the infectious cheer on Momone’s face. “Of course.”

“All my life, the only thing I ever wanted to be was Sultansworn: to be the embodiment of the knights of old, protecting the House of Thorne - and later Ul, of course. I trained as hard as I could... joined the Immortal Flames... and even saw Carteneau before I took my trials, and my oaths, and became a paladin.” She kept up her smile. "Three cycles afterwards, I resigned - and begged Papashan's leave to walk as a Free Paladin. And do you want to know the reason why?"

Claisent’s face fell so hard, he almost had to physically reach to keep his jaw off the floor. This cheery little knight was at Carteneau?!

“…Why?”

"Because I realised that there were people out there who needed a paladin more than Her Grace did. Someone to stand beside them, and with them, through all their trials and their weakest moments - even if they're normally very strong." Melancholy briefly crossed her face. "I... still carry regret over breaking that vow; something I pray Thal, Halone, and the others of the Twelve will grant forgiveness when my time comes. But nevertheless: with the help of Kosetsu, and many other friends, I came to that conclusion."

Her sunny smile returned. "...I believe I was meant to help bear the burdens of others when they need it most. And if they truly need me, and are just, then I will."

Claisent felt a thoroughly genuine smile having fixed itself upon his face after hearing Momone out. Awash with new admiration, he gazed into her warm, resolute eyes. “…You’re truly a formidable woman, Momone.”

She raised a hand to wave away the compliment. "N-not really! Just always trying to give things my best. Anyroad... Do not lament confiding in me something deeply personal and painful. ... I am grateful, actually!"

Claisent nodded. "...I do feel a little better. It's... weighed on me so heavily, all this time."

“Have you not had many people to speak to about it?”

“You’re… what, the fourth person to have heard the full story. Naturally, it’s… not something I’ve wished to wear on my sleeve.”

“Yes, I-I suppose I can understand. Still – thank you for confiding in me.”

Another nod from the Elezen. “…I hold out hope that things in Ishgard will get better.”

“So do I… Is there anything else that I ought to know before you set out?”

“…Come armed. Mayhap you’ll catch me at the Tribunal; mayhap you’ll have to search for me. Either way, don’t expect me to be handed over without a fight.”

Momone gave a resolute nod. “I understand. We’ll… come ready for the worst, then.” She hopped off her seat, set about fastening her scabbard belt about her, fetched her shield. Likewise, Claisent stood and retrieved his greatsword. The Lalafell craned her head up to look at her companion, nearly three times her height. “…I wish you luck, Clai. I’ll pray that Halone will watch over you, especially.”

“…Likewise, Momone. Worst comes to worst, you’ll have a battle ahead – but I wouldn’t want to be the poor sod who tries to keep you and Kosetsu from me.”

Momone nodded enthusiastically. “Kosetsu is nothing if not determined! …And the same goes for me, too, I suppose. After all – I made a promise now! I can’t go back on that.” That sunny smile remained; Claisent smiled in kind.

“Truly, I couldn’t be in safer hands.”

The deadbolt clanked loudly; the heavy cell door creaked open. Two Temple Knights, hidden behind their featureless helms, marched into the dank room. From his spot in the corner, Claisent raised his head to sneer up at them, blinking blearily to look past the blood that caked his face. The knights stooped over, grabbed him by the arms, hauled him to his feet. Subier appeared in the doorway; the knights shoved Claisent forward, still holding him.

“It’s time,” he declared, sounding thoroughly pleased with himself.

“For what?” Claisent deadpanned.

“Your trial, of course!” Subier sounded almost excited. “Since you’re my prisoner, it wouldn’t do for you to simply disappear. So you’ll be brought before the Tribunal. You will answer for your crimes against Halone there.” He strode forward, swung a sudden hooking punch. The knights released Claisent as he reeled beneath the blow, let him sink to a knee. He raised his hands defensively across his head in the instant before he was pulled back to his feet.

“This could not have been more overdue,” Subier sneered. His excitement was gone; his voice dripped with fresh malice. Claisent only smiled defiantly.

“The Tribunal?” he repeated. “Of course you realise I’m going to fight.

“Raise up the righteous and cast down the wicked, and all that.”

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