#echo pota

[blogthebooklover]

Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes Possible Theories

Okay, I made a list of possible theories regarding KotPotA. Again, these are just theories until the movie comes out (in like 5 weeks!!!! YAY!!!!!)

Underground Human Community

I'm calling it now, I think there's going to be an underground community of humans who retained their ability to speak. So far, we haven't seen any articles about this, beside the fairly recent Slash Films article about the Forbidden Zone and I am 100% certain this will be the underground human community (or I could be wrong). And I think this will be one of (maybe) a few Easter eggs to Beneath the Planet of the Apes.

SPOILER ALERT

The Human Mutants in BtPotA worship an atomic bomb, and it's one of the reasons why they're disfigured and have psychic abilities. I don't think Kingdom will go that far. I think they'll have humans that retained their intellect and speaking abilities.

2. Noah and the Ark Biblical Story

Again, I'm calling it now (and I think Wes Ball might have mentioned it in an article). Since the main character is named Noa, and Proximus Caesar's domain seems to be an abandoned naval base or some kind of abandoned shipyard with rusted ships. I think this movie will take inspiration from the biblical story of Noah and the Ark; since the "Caesar" trilogy was slightly inspired by the Moses/Exodus story, and the laboratory from Rise was called Gen-Sys (get it? Genesis???) And maybe just a little bit of the David and Goliath story between Noa and Proximus Caesar 🤔.

3. William H. Macy’s character is either Mae’s father, or a leader of the underground human community

I know William H. Macy will be in the movie, and so far he and the filmmakers haven’t revealed what his role will be. I think he’s either going to be Mae’s father, or a leader of the underground human community, or maybe even both. And I think there's the slightest possibility that he might be a human secondary antagonist, since Proximus Caesar is the primary ape antagonist.

4. Raka Knows Sign Language

Since Raka the orangutan seems to be some sort of religious leader/elder, I think he also knows sign language. And I think Raka or maybe Noa will teach Mae sign language.

5. Mae Is Going to Talk or Learn Sign Language (ASL)

So far, it looks like Mae is going to be a silent character. I do think she going to talk at some point during the movie, whether in the second act or later in the third act. I think she will also learn sign language to communicate.

6. Noa Is A Descendant of Caesar

Okay, I know this one is very obvious, and I'm jumping on the bandwagon. I do think Noa is a descendant of Caesar, mainly because he looks a lot like a younger Caesar and Blue Eyes. And even if he's not, that's okay too.

7. Andy Serkis Might Come Back

I'm taking a page out of the YouTube channel, Ape Nation's book here. I do think Andy Serkis might come back as a different character, or maybe (and this is probably highly unlikely) as Caesar in a possible vision/flashback scene for Noa during a very low point or maybe when Noa discovers the truth about the apes’ history.

8. Mae's Name

The recent IMAX trailer showed Noa shouting out for Raka and Nova. I recently found out that "Nova" is the name that the apes call the feral humans. I couldn't find the article confirming this, but Freya Allan said that Noa also calls her character "Echo" at some point during the movie. Personally, I like the name "Mae" for the character (and there's maybe the possibility that it is her real name, but I digress).

[elveny]

OC Name Meanings

Thank you so much for the tag @okami-zero ♥

Rules: Search and post the meaning of your OC’s name (if you made their name up or they go by a nickname, post an explanation of how it came to you)! bonus if you can find something for their last name too.

Ah, well. I love this 🥰 I indeed put a lot of thoughts into my OC's names and they're chosen with care. Or, well, mostly. I do have preferences for starting letters, funnily enough - A, J, L and M are favourites of mine.

Let's go alphabetically for my latest OCs:

Adriene Hawke | a variation of Adrienne, female form of Adrian, anglizised version of Hadrianus. Originally "man from Adria", and Adria in turm comes from the word adur = water. So her name means "of water", though I remember once finding something about it meaning "dark" (though I cannot find any source for that). Considering I associate her strongly with fire, the name is kind of ironic. 😅 Mostly, I chose it because I like the sound of it, and I wanted a name starting with A (firstborn Hawke child, followed by Bethany and Carver). In an original story, I changed her name to "Alexis", which comes from "defend" - which is immensely fitting for her character who is, in essence the ultimative defender of her family.

Aisling (Ash) Lightheart | an Irish name meaning dream or vision. Ash cannot remember a time when she didn't have the Echo, so she often looked like she was daydreaming when in truth, she was having a vision. A deliberate choice for a quiet, drawn-back character. Her surname, Lightheart, comes from Jorin Lightheart, the founder of conjury. I deliberately made Ash come from a very old, traditional Gridania family - however, the actual surname of the family is "Pota" and that is the name they are famous under. They changed the name after I-Ohok-Pota took his padjal name. Ash goes by Lightheart to be more independent of her family without seceding from them.

M'ajah Lohani | That name was created from the desire to have a name that works both in the full as in the short version (as in "Maia" as well as "Aya"). Maia, the goddess of spring and growth, for a character that was made as a healer and coming from Gridania. M of course for the miqo'te M tribe, and Ajah as a version of Aya, meaning "wonderful". I was inspired by ACO's character Aya which I love a lot ;) Lohani was a random surname.

Megan Varlineau | Megan's name was chosen mostly bc I just like that name :D It's Welsh for "pearl". In the end, it's a fitting name, bc that character and her story are still hidden inside me - oh, how poetic ;) Varlineau for obvious shipping reasons.

Tagging forth to @curiousthimble, @pikapeppa, @kunstpause, @thevikingwoman, @autumnslance, @barbex, @a-shakespearean-in-paris, @johaerys-writes, @emahriel, @sarsaparillia, @greyias, @storyknitter, @keldae - as always, no pressure ♥

[taaaaangi]

Graaaaaabe ang feels ng concert!!! Panira lang talaga si ateng tumatalon sa harap kada chorus part na ng mga upbeat song ng SB19 eh. Yung Bazinga video ko puro ulo niya ung kita sa chorus 😭😭 isa pa naman yon sa inaabangan kong stage jusko ka ate.

Tilaluha x Hanggang Sa Huli, the mash-up I didn’t expect. Yung gulat ko talaga kanina, jusko. hindi kasi ako nanuod ng mga videos ng con nung Day 1 para may thrill kaya ayon, gulat na gulat ako. Yang mga kantang yan kasi ang isa sa mga dahilan bakit ako naging fan!!! Ung mga adlibs and birit ni Stell at Pablo, plus low voice ni Ken, second voice at harmonization ni Josh and Justin = chef’s kiss.

Akala ko din iiyak ako sa Ilaw at Liham, pero natulala ako habang nag vvideo. Hindi nag ssink in sakin na naririnig ko siya ng live. Na nakikita ko ung mga emotions nila ng live..

Yung Criminal and Straydogs pa ni Felip, ang sexy talaga ng boses ni Ken sa Criminal!!!! Akala mo tatlong tao ung kumakanta pero siya lang talaga yon. Isa pa yung giling niya sa chorus ng Criminal, nabingi ako sa sigawan eh

Yung Wild tonight ni Josh na nagulat ako nag rap buong Araneta hahahaha pota, the best talaga yung “Musta. Anong dekada na ba? Ganon pa din ba? Sentido kumon, wala? “ rinig na rinig yung echo sa Araneta kasi halos lahat talaga nag rap plus ung pa abs niya buong con.

naluha ako ung stage na ni Pablo talaga kasi gustong gusto ko mapakinggan ng live yung La Luna. Grabe? soooobrang nakakakilabot mapakinggan ng live, para akong nasa musical theater talaga. Yung mga high notes, facial expressions, adlibs, ung paglaro niya sa tono jusko!!! Grabe ka na talaga, Olbap!!

Yung Defying Gravity, maning mani lang ni Stell. Parang baliwala talaga sakanya ung mga birit. Release ka na din ng solo mo please. And nawitness ko na din ung mild anger issues niya hahahahahahaha yun talaga ung numero unong dahilan bakit ako naging interesado sa SB19, yung mga Anger Issues niya sa Tiktok hahaha pota laughtrip talaga.

Lastly, yung Little Things ni Jah!!! Sobrang nakakaproud kasi ramdam ng buong Araneta yung confidence ni Jah habang kumakanta. Nasabi niya kasi before na parang kaya siya nabibigyan ng lines sa mga kanta nila kasi part siya ng group. period. ganon, ang hirap i-explain, nakalimutan ko yung exact words but ang thought is hindi siya ganon ka confident before pero ngayon, after ng solo niya sinabi niya talaga na hindi siya kinabahan. Sobrang kita din yung laki ng improvement ng boses niya. Nakaka proud. Sobrang nakakaproud, di lang kay Jah kundi sa buong SB19.

Yung 2500+ lang yung bili ko ng ticket pero pang 20k ung experience!!!!

[canidance]

reading The Echo Garden rn…gonna binge watch Cyberverse after. Then binge watch Earthspark. Im normal about transformers content atm. Then when I watch Kingdom: POTA im gonna be very annoying about that 🥰🥰🥰🥰focusing my Godzilla blog on everything but Godzilla 💔💔💔💔💔

[nolascoroweejoy]

In the poignant narrative "Minsang Naging Pota," the author skillfully delves into the intricacies of the main character, Pilipinas, and their self-pitying perspective on their current situation. Rooted in the author's era, the exploration of Pilipinas' emotions becomes a profound reflection on the challenges faced by individuals navigating complicated relationships. The passage within the author's body of work intricately weaves a tale of a mother's sacrifices, capturing the essence of the complex interplay between personal dreams, maternal devotion, and the harsh realities of life.

The title, "Minsang Naging Pota," encapsulates the story's essence with layered meanings. It symbolically represents the intricate web of complicated relationships, while literally highlighting the sacrifices made by a mother, enduring abuse for the sake of her children. Metaphorically, it speaks to the universal challenges and obstacles individuals encounter in their life journeys. The author, seemingly embodying the main character, becomes both the narrator and the subject, offering a first-person perspective on Pilipinas' life, struggles, and reflections.

The plot unfolds as a metaphorical journey, narrated through the lens of a beautiful woman, symbolizing Pilipinas, who faces exploitation and manipulation by both local and foreign individuals. Despite enduring hardships, the protagonist manages to support their children, paving the way for some to succeed abroad while others exploit their situation. This deeply emotional and metaphorical reflection encapsulates life's struggles, echoing the sacrifices made for the sake of loved ones.

The narrative's action is both external and internal, portraying the maximum external challenges faced by Pilipinas and the internal reflections on her life, family dynamics, and the adversities confronted. The central conflict revolves around the exploitation of vulnerable individuals by abusive figures, with foreigners embodying the antagonistic force. This multifaceted conflict mirrors both interpersonal struggles (Man vs. Man) and societal challenges (Man vs. Society).

The atmospheric backdrop of the story is real, urban, and conditional to the inhabitants, painting a vivid picture of the struggles faced by the characters in their everyday lives. Pilipinas, the central figure, emerges as a pitiful character abused and taken advantage of by foreigners, presented with empathy and poignancy by the author. In this tale of judgment and perception, the overarching theme urges readers to refrain from hasty judgments based on external appearances, status, work, or situations. It serves as a poignant reminder that understanding the complete truth is crucial before passing judgment on others, fostering empathy and embracing the complexities of the human experience.

[10ths-writing-corner]

Whumptober #4- Running out of time

Trigger warnings: torture, drowning, Major character death.

Coughs wrenched from his chest as he attempted to catch a small Gould off air, but god it hurt so much. A hands claps over his chest, his first blending tightly at the wet fabric as he reached water, desperate for air.

His glasses fell at some point while he was underwater, not that he cared at the moment. What matters to him the most was breathing as much air as he could before the demon decided to strip that from him again.

A chill runs up his already trembling frame when a glitch like chuckle was heard from the far corner. His heart was beating frantically, Henrik could swear it’d burst free from his chest at any moment. A weak, bloodied hand wraps weakly around the iron bars of his cell as his eyes search for his captor.

Steps echoed around the concrete room as Anti nears the cage, and that only makes Henrik tremble more in fear. The sudden appearance of the demon makes him jump, his back hitting hard the bars and making him lose his breath and that only makes a devilish grin curl on Anti’s face. The urge to beg was strong, he wanted to be let go, beg for his life. How much more was the doctor able to handle...? A broken sob escapes him, genuine tears of fear sliding down his grimy face. Deep down Henrik was cursing himself for showing any weakness, for giving Anti what he wanted. But what hope was there left? It has been months, maybe years? Time was not important anymore. And by the looks of it, no one would come for him. He had faced that realization what felt like ages ago, but stubborn as he is, Henrik wouldn’t believe it.

“P-Please... l-let me go... ple—Please...” he nearly choked out to then be followed by a whimper as a knife was pointed to his throat.

“Your begging... is music to my ears, puppet. Have I finally broken you?” Anti hums as he contemplates his options on what to do next. “I wonder... how much more that frenetic heart of yours can take. Shall we find out, Doctor?”

Icy blue eyes stare back, wide with horror. Henrik begins to shake his head, hands now gripping tightly at the bars once more as they rattle, a weak attempt of him to get out. He’s running out of time!

Before he knew it cold water washed over him, the doctor submerged underwater once more. His lungs were already screaming for air, and desperation already seized his heart. A muffled scream escapes him as he pulls on the bars, millions of bubbles surfacing without him as he desperately struggled to break free. How long could he last this time? Was this really the end? Was he really ready to give up the fight...?

He couldn’t, but he was so tired. This nightmare seemed like it would never end. The doctor looks up at the surface as he let go of the bars, letting himself sit at the bottom of the cage. “This is the only way out...” he thinks to himself. His heart breaks in a million pieces when he thinks of his daughter, if he had any regrets... Henrik wouldn’t be able to see her grow up. He wouldn’t see her smile, hear her say how much he loved him.

She would never know what happened to him. And oddly enough... he was okay with that. A hand clasps around his throat as he inhales water. It’s so painful, his lungs burn and his body goes into shock. His vision grows dark by the second as the last bubbles slip out from his lips. This... wasn’t so bad after all... A sad smirk tugs on his numb lips, at least he was at peace now.

And maybe... just maybe, deep down Henrik knew he didn’t deserve to be saved. This is what he deserves for being a failure. For not being able to save his creator, for letting him die in his care.

He deserves this...

“I’m so sorry...” was the last thought to cross his mind before he completely faded into a dark abyss.

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[ugh-tsumu]

the school just posted a new batch of dean's list and it reminded me of one event nung shs pa ako.

it was 2 in the afternoon? when all of the senior hs students were asked na pumunta sa auditorium. edi kaming lahat masaya kasi walang class pero para saan 'yung pagpunta ng audi, lods?

turns out surprise announcement pala ng top 10 students ng each strands. eh, ang dami namin. aabot ata ng 1k HAHAHAHAH tapos kahit apat lang strands, eh, ang dami pang echos ng school.

natawa ako sa lalaki na nasa likod ko. ang lakas kasi ng boses niya kaya rinig na rinig ko.

"pota, brad, bakit tayo pinapunta dito? para lang pumalakpak?"

[remorseful-fugitive]

BOLD THE MUSE’S AESTHETICS (scary edition)

bloodied knuckles | tear stained cheeks | rust | a busted lip | claws | fangs | a bloody nose | chattering teeth | a dark space underneath the bed | scratching noises on a wall | creaking metal | fog | dancing under moonlight | blood dripping lips | heavy breathing in the dark | a feeling of unexplained dread | a figure in a dark corner | dirty peeling wallpaper | a bloody hand print on the wall | sobbing in the dark | bite marks on the skin | eerie whispers | a hood covering a stranger’s eyes | the growl of a hidden animal | the sound of a blade being sharpened | a deep, dark forest | walking on the streets alone at night | a cobweb-filled, abandoned building | eyes darting in paranoia | a heavy beating pulse | the feeling of being trapped | struggling to get out a scream | boards covering broken windows| a quiet graveyard

a gas station in the middle of nowhere | a road that never ends | heavy fog rolling in | the scent of blood in the air | eerie old photographs | walking along train tracks at night | a chill going up the spine | gathering crows | a dusty, dimly lit study | mist over a deserted cobblestone street | ghost towns | shadows around a campfire | the sound of chanting | church bells tolling | an orange harvest moon | a broken down carnival | a dirty stuffed animal abandoned | wiping bloody hands on fabric | nightmares | waking up in a panic | a power outage | heavy lightning storms | a secret trap door | the feeling of being watched | fear from trauma

a ouija board set out on a table | an eerie doll | a scream of anguish and pain | withered plants | a room that’s been forgotten and gathered dust | owl eyes in the dark | curled, dead tree branches | a ritual altar | flickering candles | a lantern held up in the dark | fear of being followed | creaking floorboards | repressed, horrible memories | clenched teeth | soft, echoing piano keys | an old book covered in dust | many pairs of glaring eyes | stumbling in pitch black darkness | being stranded in the middle of nowhere | tarot cards on a table | a trail of blood

BONUS:

old creepy monkey playing cymbals | music box | chandeliers | masks | roses | cape game on fleek | seriously good masque of the red death cosplay | Did I Mention Candles?

Tagged by: stolen this from @oc-lootcrate

Tagging: @splittingxpaths @driftercalamity @potas-time-patrol

[iriesandie]

29 Jun 2020

Monday na ngayon pero di pa din ata ako fully recovered sa celebration namin last night. Feeling ko, medyo naipipilit na namin ibalik sa dati yung Sunday routine namin pero mas tipid na kami ngayon haha. Kagabi, nag celebrate kami ng birthday ni Paulyn (Jun 9) at Kuya Jan (Jun 24). Parang Christmas Party lang eh hahaha. Kanya kanya kami ng dala na pagkain tapos may mga naka toka na sa alak at panulak. So ayun, ang ambag ko kimbap hahaha kasi yun naman lagi ang request nila. Nag start ako gumawa ng kimbap mga 5 hanggang 6 ata. Di ko na maalala anong oras kami nag simula pero pagtapos ko gumawa ng kimbap halos kumpleto na din kami. Natapos kami ng saktong 10PM kasi may pasok halos lahat sa trabaho eh. Ayoko ko i-exaggerate ha pero sobrang saya na naman namin hahaha, pero wala naman kasi talagang dull moments pag kami ang magkakasama. Halos kumpleto kami, si Anja lang ang wala, yung girlfriend ni Glen. Ay may isa pa pala na kulang, yung baby ko hahaha joke next time kasama na yon! So ayun, after ilang months naka tikim din kami ng legit na alak hahaha. Para kasing hindi na legit yung beer kasi basic na lang yon eh hahaha. Di ko na alam kailan kami last nag Tequila, kasi sobrang tagal na talaga. Sa totoo lang, mas gusto ko yung Tequila or Vodka eh. Mas matagal ako sa ganun kesa sa mga Whiskey haha. Buti na lang natuwa si Kuya mag timpla ng alak kaya may mga choices kami pag may inuman. Kagabi, Margarita tinimpla niya. Syempre ang sarap HAHAHAHAHA mainit na humahagod lang sa una pero pag tagal akala mo juice na. Hindi naman ako nag crave sa alak nung lockdown pero medyo naisip ko lang yung SanMig Apple hahaha pero kagabi talaga potek yan akala mo nag ambag ako sa alak tas sinulit ko yung ambag ko hahaha. Dapat bawat ikot makaka shot ako hahaha. Siguro naka 11-12 shots ako. Ang ginawa na lang namin, may kanya kanya kaming baso na may ice tapos lalagyan ni kuya ng isang puno na shot glass each. Tapos lalagyan ulit pag ubos na ng lahat haha tama lang, kwentuhan at tawanan habang naghihintay ng next na tagay. Sa totoo lang nabitin kami hahaha kaso walang choice dahil may pasok sa work and yun lang ang binili namin na alak.

Wala naman bagsak hahaha pero lahat naman kami na tipsy hahaha tamang very light na ikot ng mundo lang tapos sobrang haharot na nila Glen, Gigi at Jr hahahaha. Sabi ni tita sa akin kaninang umaga maingay daw kami sobra hahaha pero buti na lang yung bahay na pinwestohan namin, bahay bahay lang din namin yung katabi at katapat so walang mag rereklamo sa amin hahaha efas lahat. Mga 9:30 siguro yon, medyo nag behave na ako saglit hahaha kasi alam ko na pag nag likot ako mahihilo talaga ako, medyo bumabagal na kasi mundo ko nun e hahaha parang may echo na yung galaw ko hahaha. E pag nag aasaran pa naman kami ang gaslaw ko, di ko nga alam kung required ba tumayo at sumayaw pag nakikisulsol ka sa pang aasar ng tropa mo hahaha. Para kami mga bata kagabi as usual. Tapos mamimilipit ka pa sa katatawa hahahaha. Naalala ko pa kagabi tawang tawa kami sa sinabi ni Glen. Eto kasing si Vincent tumayo saglit para lumabas, edi nag react kami lahat kung saan siya pupunta kasi dakilang uwihi yon sa inuman namin dati pa man. Sabi niya bibili daw sya candy ata yon o yosi haha edi syempre ayaw namin pumayag kasi baka umuwi siya. Pota sabi ni Glen para daw sure na babalik siya iwanan daw niya shorts niya HAHAHAHA. Akala talaga namin huhubarin niya shorts niya kasi si patol yun kapag may tama na eh, ang bilis pa naman nun tamaan. Pero ayon, phone na lang niya iniwan niya hahaha. Yabang pa ni Jimmy, may x3 kasi kami na spicy noodle tapos nung kumuha siya sabi ko sobrang anghang nun dahil natikman ko na eh. Hahahaha pinagyabang niya sa lahat na bakit ko daw siya minamaliit e sili daw almusal niya araw araw hahahahaha tapos ayun, pagkain niya, maiiyak na siya sa sobrang anghang hahaha tinago namin yung coke, iyak siya e hahaha sagwa ng mukha e hahaha. Grabe naman kasi yung x3 na spicy noodle na yon, lason na ata yung naka halo dun hahaha. Tapos si kuya akala mo nag mukbang lang hahahaha. Tapos na kami lahat kumain, siya nakain pa din. Tawang tawa kami dun sa ginawa niya na kunyare binubugaw niya yung langaw sabay dampot ng shanghai hahaha. Nahihiya kasi ata siya na anong oras na yon kain pa din siya ng kain. Hahahaha basta napaka dami pa nangyari na sobrang nakakatuwa. Baka next week meron ulit kasi birthday ni Jimmy at Ate Aika this week eh haha excited na ako! Sila yung mga tao na hindi ko talaga ipagpapalit sa kahit ano at kahit sino. Habang tumatagal talaga mas lalo pa lumalalim ang friendship namin at mas nagiging clingy pa kami lalo sa isa’t isa haha!

Kanina pag gising ko buti hindi masakit ulo ko pero antok na antok talaga ako kaya napa extend pa ako ng tulog. Paputol putol tuloy usapan namin ni Master hahaha! Sakto naman yung ulam namin kanina, tinolang manok at may sabaw. Sabi ni Master humigop daw ako ng mainit na sabaw para ma feel better ako hahaha. Ayun naging okay naman pakiramdam ko, parang gusto na din ata niya mag doctor hahaha! Tapos ayun, medyo na sabaw lang din ako sa start ng shift ko. May email thread akong na replyan na mali haha though same person lang naman. Yung reply ko dapat sa first email niya, dun ko na reply sa 2nd email niya hahaha kakahiya, nag sorry na lang ako. Buti talaga minor lang yon, baka mayare ako sa boss ko kung hindi. Tapos para akong lutang hahaha nag chat kasi sa amin yung isang TL regarding schedule ng result. Hindi ko alam kung bakit ako may “hahaha” sa reply ko e serious matter yung chat niya hahahaha halatang wala ako sa sarili. Kinakabahan ako, humihina na yata talaga ang reading comprehension ko hahaha kakaloka! Akala ko pag bagong gising lang ako ganun, mukhang wala na ata siyang pinipili na oras, jusko wag naman sana hahaha. Ayun lang, eto patapos na kasi yung shift ko kaya naisip ko mag sulat. Wala na kasi akong ginagawa, tapos ko na lahat, ganun talaga pag magaling! HAHAHAHAHA joke lang yon okay, wag niyo po seryosohin. Sadyang konti lang ang workload ko. Ayun lang, mag time out na ako dahil 6:02 na haha.

[wizardsnwookies]

POTA 101818 - Magic and Mystery

The symbols confused Dion. Strange sigils of various shapes and lines that held no meaning to him, but clearly had some sort of importance. The way they circled around the central eye hinted at some kind of connection to whatever madness had occurred here. It was all so very strange. The tapestries that hung on the walls of this makeshift temple didn’t do much to encourage him. Images of earthquakes, storms, and blazing infernos delicately woven in colorful threads. Indeed there was much more to this than a man gone mad, but he had no clear indications as to what that might be.

“So...this is magic?” Miv stood staring at the orb as it floated amidst the tangle of arms carved from rock. A macabre pedestal for this strange holy artifact.

“Are you...unfamiliar with magic?” Dion inquired.

“Not much use for it in the Monastery. We were told that the only power we needed can be found from within. Strength, will, dedication, and Chi.”

“Think of it like Chi.” Dion stood, reaching a hand out to the orb. “Magic also can come from within, a mystical force that envelopes all the world and those beyond. It can be harnessed, channeled, and focused by the user for either good, or in this case, for ill.”

Carefully, he dipped his fingers through the veil of illusion that covered the orb. Not a ripple broke the surface. Inside he felt the cool, smooth, touch of metal against his fingers. He wrapped his hands around either side and cradled it delicately like an egg before slowly withdrawing. Once the large metal orb had broken the surface, the shimmering image of symbols disappeared, and the eye blinked out of existence.

“Magic can either reveal the truth, or conceal it. What was once an unholy idol, is nought but a simple Drift-Globe.”

“Drift-Globe?” The priest might as well be speaking Gnomish. Miv furrowed his brow, trying to take all this new information in. The comparison to Chi helped well enough, but he had a hard time imaging anything that could be channeled outwardly to the world around you.

“Yes, a simple magical item relatively speaking. It floats around the user providing light in the darkness. Think of it as a torch you do not have to carry, and can extinguish and ignite upon command.”

“...amazing.”

“Perhaps you would like to hang on to this for us?”

“Me?” Miv shrunk away from the offered globe as if it were a pit viper. “I...wouldn’t know how to use it.”

“I would be happy teach you.” Dion smiled.

---

Instructing the young Dragonborn took some time at first, but he was bright and eager to learn. The awkwardness he had shown at the tavern had melted away and he was starting to open up. His energy starting to flow outward. He was quick to learn, a product of his mindfulness training as a Monk. Dion smiled, watching as Miv amused himself by making the globe dance and flicker in the air. The levity was welcome in this dark place. Unfortunately, he had to pull himself away from this scene and find the one named Flea. Something he had said, did not sit well with the cleric.

He was found standing in observance of one of the tapestries. It was a particularly chilling scene depicting floods sweeping across a plain, washing away towns and villages, drowning all who inhabited it. Flea was nodding, whispering to some unseen figure or figures. A loose pebble on the floor gave Dion away on his approach, and the conversation stopped, his attention drawn.

“Have you indulged your curiosity yet? Can we go now?”

“So eager to leave?”

“I don’t like this place.” Flea pulled his eyes away from the Tapestry, a lingering glare in his eyes.

“No, neither do I. We can get moving once we’ve finished all the final rites. Although, if I may, can I ask you a question?”

“Knock yourself out.” Flea shrugged.

“You said that magic you used early was your family? I’m wondering if you could enlighten me on this further?” Dion danced around the subject delicately. He had very real concerns, concerns that had to be addressed, but Flea had shown himself to be rather rough around the edges. Best not to offend him outright, it would be easier getting the info he wanted.

“What’s there to say? I get my power from my ancestors. They follow me into battle and lend me their strength and wisdom.”

“I see. Are they...who you talk to when you are by yourself?”

“Yes.” Flea narrowed his eyes. Ancestral magic was a sticky topic of discussion in his experience. Most of the time people just assumed you were crazy. He had a hard enough time with social prejudice being a half-orc, being called a madman was not something he took kindly to.

“Why don’t you just come out and say what you want to say?”

“I’m sorry. I’m just a bit...concerned. The spirits of your ancestors don’t belong here. They deserve their rest, they deserve peace.”

Flea let out a boisterous laugh that startled the cleric. The guffaws echoed off the walls, sounding like an entire crowd of half-orcs doubled over in a mirthful amusement.

“Oh, priest.” Flea clapped a hand on the man’s shoulder. “I can’t get rid of them!”

“I’m sorry but I don’t see the humor in-”

“You’ve got nothing to worry about. They’re here on their own accord. In my family, we take care of our own, dead or alive.”

Dion forced a half-smile he didn’t entirely feel. Although his concerns were lessened, he still had many questions he would prefer answered. It all seemed wrong to him. To deny oneself the eternal rest, to forever roam a plane you cannot and should not exist in. Why would you ever choose that? Especially, if you’re dead to begin with.

“Let’s leave it there for now. You amuse me priest, but don’t press your luck.” Flea gave him a playful shove, perhaps a bit too hard, sending the waif of a cleric nearly toppling over.

“Come. Let’s go head back to town and I’ll buy you a drink.”

---

Banshae stood tall at the mouth of the hall leading to the Necromancer’s chambers. Though all threats had been dealt with, no danger to be had, still she stood watch. In reality, it was the only thing could think to do. This is why she hated downtime. The time where normal people keep themselves busy with their own interests or friends. As far as Banshae knew, she had neither. For her, downtime was merely a depressing stare down with the open void within her.

“Not too shabby at all.” Elora cinched the coin purse shit, tossing the last coin inside. She liked the sound it made when it met with the others, the gentle yet satisfying clink of metal on metal. The ‘Lord of Lance Rock’ was not rich by any means, but it was a decent enough payday combined with their fee to make the trip worth while.

“I might just be able to afford that lovely dress I saw in town.” AFTER her usual donation of funds back home, she added to herself.

“Oh, and no offense of course, but we need to get you some new clothes while we’re at it.”

“I beg pardon?” Banshae blinked.

“Well I couldn’t help but notice in the past few days together you seem to only have the one set. Unless you’re hiding some kind of grand wardrobe in a bag of holding.”

“No...” She was starting to get uncomfortable. Elora had announced herself as the most outgoing of their group early on. Talkative, friendly, but ultimately harmless. So why was she so nervous?

“I thought not.” Elora stepped back and took a good long appraisal of the Dragonborn’s form. Banshae visibly squirmed under her scrutiny, the silver in her cheeks flushing with a red hue, but she was too focused to notice. Just like her home, here was something she could help fix. When she fixed things, her mind focused to a fine point, blocking everything else out in the world.

“A bit short for your kind...nice curves...broad shouldered...good cheekbones. You’ve got plenty of options, that’s for sure. We can start simple, something casual so you don’t have to wear that horrid armor all the time.”

“I am a soldier of Mirobar.” Banshae gritted her teeth. She felt suddenly cornered in the large open room with no clear options of escape. She could deal with her own modesty, the unease of being appraised in such a way. What frightened her were all the questions that would have to be asked, that she had no answer for. What colors did she like? What style? How did she identify? All lost to the void.

“You’re more than that I’m sure, besides even soldiers have time off.” Elora offered a restrained smile. She was starting to notice it now. The Dragonborn was shifting in her place, avoiding eye contact, and she was quite sure any physical contact would be quite unwelcome.

“I’m sorry. I get ahead of myself sometimes. I just wanted to offer my help, if you should want it.” She walked things back a bit, trying to find a more comfortable space for Banshae to retreat to.

“...thank you.” That was all she could manage for a moment, letting the unease settle. She tried standing taller, let herself crawl back into the shell of the soldier, the only thing that was somewhat familiar to her. There she found some kind of strength, if not confidence.

“I must also apologize. There are things about myself that...” No. Try again. “Currently, I feel this is something I have to do by myself. I realize I seem withdrawn, and know that your efforts to welcome me are acknowledge and appreciated.

“Unfortunately, there are things that must kept to myself for the moment.” A small smile grew on her lips, barely noticeable on the outside but Banshae noticed if only because it wasn’t forced.

“When the time comes, however. We will go shopping.”

Buy Me a Coffee

[lakanamihan]

Author’s note:

Continuation ito ng aking ALAMAT socmed au sa Twitter, entitled DEDZ NA DEDZ. Ang starting point ay Chapter 8.

Pangit ang interface ng Tumblr, lalo sa limits ng text posts, kaya hindi gaanong nag-work ‘yung format na ginamit ko para dito. Pero sa Tumblr lang ako sanay kaya dito ko na lang pinost.

Unavailable lahat ng links dito sa note na 'to except for the Afterword kasi naka-private na 'yung Twitter ko. Hindi ko talaga 'to sinulat with new audience in mind, para talaga sa mga nagbasa nito simula umpisa, or at least dun sa mga may access sa Twitter ko.

Kung may tanong ka or suggestions, pwede kang mag-send ng question sa'kin dito, naka-on naman 'yung anonymous option ng ask ko.

Salamat. Enjoy.

Previous chapter: DEDZ007 panel #110

Afterword link: No Touch

Long post ahead.

DEDZ008/

Exterior. Babaan ng pasahero. Gabi.

Ilang minuto pa lang makalipas ang ala siyete. Magmamadaling bababa si FAITH mula sa sinakyang FX. Matagal na niyang pinapangarap na makita at mapanood sa personal ang paborito niyang Alt-Rock Pop cover band na PEPE’S KITE, lalo na ang bokalista ng banda na si JOSE MIGUEL BONIFACIO, na mas kilala bilang MIGGY.

May kalkalin sa kanyang bag si Faith. Iisa-isahin niya ang mga laman nitong photocards, banners, albums, magazines, at ang guitar pick na binigay sa kanya ng kuya niya, na ayon dito ay galing kay Miggy mismo. Guitar pick ni Miggy--ang most prized possession ni Faith.

FAITH:

(Kukunin ang pick at iaangat sa eye-level niya) 

Sana naaalala ka pa ni Miggy! Ipapakita ko talaga ‘to sa kanya at sasabihing, Miggy! Ito ‘yung nailaglag mong pick nung nag-perform ka sa Brgy. Laging-Puyat dati. Naalala mo? ‘Yung nung nag-guest kayo sa One for All, All for One: 1 Million-Peso Bidyoke Challenge ng Eat’s Showtime?

Mag-gi-green light sa pedestrian lane at tatawid si Faith. Mababangga siya sa kanyang pagmamadali. Hindi na lilingon pa si Faith na tuon ang pansin sa mall entrance kung saan naghihintay sa kanya ang Pepe’s Kite. Magdidire-diretso siya sa paglakad.

Ext. Pedestrian lane. Gabi.

Galing eskwela si ECHO. Pagod at lutang sa pag-atupag sa thesis. Antok at puyat na rin sa kawalan ng tulog nitong nagdaang araw. Ginabi na naman siya ng uwi sa araw na ito. Patawid sa kalsada para makarating sa sakayan ng FX ay may makakabunggo siyang babae. Hindi siya nito pinansin.

ECHO:

(Pabulyaw)

Aray! Hindi kasi tumitingin sa dinadaanan eh.

Panlilisikan ng mata ni Echo ang babae, pero makakalayo na ito. Mapapansin na lang niya na may nailaglag pala ito--isang guitar pick. Pupulutin ni Echo ang pick.

ECHO:

(Susuriin ang pick)

Hmm. Bakit parang bastos ‘yung design?

Kulay grey ang guitar pick, at may parang drawing na mahabang...something sa gitna, at may bilog na...something sa ibabaw.

ECHO:

(Biglang may mare-realize)

Ay gagi! UFO pala na may ilaw na lumalabas sa ilalim. Akala ko bastos.

Magpapatuloy sa paglalakad si Echo hanggang makarating sa sakayan, hawak pa rin ang pick.

Cut to

Interior. Loob ng FX. Gabi.

Nakatingin lang si Echo sa napulot na pick, inaalam kung anong kakaiba rito.

ECHO:

(Pabulong sa sarili)

Ay pota, sabi na eh. Pamilyar ‘yung design. Ba’t kung saan-saan na naghahasik ng lagim ‘yung baduy na bandang ‘yon? Wala na talagang ligtas na lugar sa ‘Pinas. Nagkalat na sa paligid ang mga poser ng JDC band. Baduy na nga, sintunado pa ‘yung bokalista.

Tinutukoy ni Echo ang Pepe’s Kite--ang bandang pinakaayaw niya sa lahat. Maraming ayaw si Echo, pero isa ito sa nasa top 10. Ayaw niya sa lahat ‘yung mga nagpapanggap na “orig” or “artists” daw kahit hindi naman alam ang depinisyon ng tunay na art. Ayaw niya rin sa mga lalaking mukhang marunong gumamit ng Eskinol (banidoso) at hindi naaarawan (mukhang naliligo).

ECHO:

Itapon ko kaya?

Titingin si Echo sa bintana ng sasakyan. Pag-iisipan kung gusto niyang itapon ang pick. Magbabago ang isip niya at itatabi ang pick sa bulsa ng kanyang bag.

ECHO:

Bukas na lang siguro. Idadarang ko sa kalan ‘pag nagluto ako ng pancit canton sa almusal.

Cut to

Ext. Pedestrian crossing. Gabi.

Aligaga na naman si Faith. Magmamadali siyang lalabas ng mall para balikan ang mga dinaanan niya kanina. Iniwan niya pa ang pila niya sa admission lane para sa mga manonood ng performance ng Pepe’s Kite sa gabing iyon. Naiwala niya ang pick ni Miggy.

FAITH:

(Tuliro at hindi mapakali)

‘Asan na ba ‘yun? Paano ko na maipapakita ‘yun kay Miggy? ‘Yun pa naman ‘yung pinaka-unique na bagay na meron ako, para maalala ako ni Miggy kaagad. Lahat kami may posters, photocards, albums. Ako lang dapat ang may pick niya! Paano na ‘yung impact ko?

Sa pagkataranta ay hindi namalayan ni Faith na hindi pa green light sa tawiran. Dahil walang tao at walang sasakyan ay naisip niyang tumawid agad, pero bigla na lang siyang may maririnig na nakakabinging pagsadsad ng gulong sa aspaltong kalsada. Lilingon si Faith ngunit huli na. Sasalubungin siya ng nakakabulag na liwanag. Pagkatapos, ay tahimik na kadiliman.

Iyon ang impact na mapapasakanya sa gabing iyon.

[blogthebooklover]

They Meet At the River's Edge

Author's Note: Hey guys! We are now officially a week away from the release of Kingdom of the Planet of the Ape!!! Here's a special treat: a fanfic one shot featuring Mae and Noa, inspired by Disney's Pocahontas. Edit: Great news, guys. It is now available on Wattpad! I put a link in the description box!

Noa pulled in the reins of his horse, his grip tightening along the leather.  He sniffed the air slightly, scenting it for anything out of the ordinary or for any other predators.  His mount was getting agitated and he couldn’t understand why.  The colt shook its head side to side, Noa could feel the back muscles tense from under his legs.  The young chimp leaned forward to pet the horse’s neck, trying to calm the creature down.

He surveyed the area again, sniffing the air once more for the possible threat.  There, he picked up on the scent, it was a human.  

What was a human doing all the way out here?  He wondered to himself while taking notice of the surrounding woods by the river.  There were tall weeds and large rocks dotting along the bank.  He was way ahead downstream, about five feet from where this potential threat might be.  He exhaled through his nostrils, his decision was made.  

The young chimp pulled on the reins again, turning his steed around to the trees surrounding the river.  He spotted a small patch of shrubs lining the riverside, and led his horse to it.

Noa had pressed himself against the steed’s back, silently hoping he was blending in with the environment.  He exhaled through his nostrils again, trying to slow down his beating heart.  There!  In the reeds, there was movement!  He felt his hackles stand along the length of his back, and reached for the spear that was fastened to his satchel, ready to confront the potential threat in the water.  The young ape motioned his mount forward in the direction of the reeds, his spear ready to throw.  

But he did not.

Emerging from the reeds was a female human.

He slowly lowered the spear when the human crawled out of the shallow water, and stood up at full height.  The female wore ragged clothes, but they were strange attire compared to the other feral humans.  The top covered the torso, only baring her shoulders and the bottoms were long to the ankle.  She was very pale in complexion, with dirt and mud covering her arms and face.  There was a scar on her left shoulder.  Her hair was long and covered with mud from the river.  Her eyes were the color of the sky, and she was staring at his own golden jade colored eyes.

There was only the sound of the leaves rustling in the trees.  And the sound of his breath exhaling through his lips.  He couldn’t help but notice the way the female was looking at him.  

Like they were equals.

All of the sudden, she took off in a run, climbing out of the water and into the surrounding forest.  Noa let out a surprised gasp, and steered his horse in the direction that the human ran off.  

Mae ran as fast as her legs could take her.  Her bare feet burned from the cuts she gained from the sticks and thorns all along the ground.  Her lungs felt like they were on fire.  She ran and ran until she came upon a clearing deep in the woods.  She heard the hooves of the horse behind her come to a halt.

She glanced around for a chance to hide and escape.  There was nothing in the clearing other than the tall grass and wildflowers.  

“Wait,” a voice called out to her.  The young woman turned around slowly, it was the ape from the river.  He climbed down from his horse, the spear still in hand.  Her gaze met with his briefly before turning it to the weapon in his hand.  The ape took notice of this, and tossed the spear away from them.  The male presented his palms to her, indicating that he was not a threat.  

“It is…all right,” the male spoke as softly as he could.  The young ape took a step closer to the human female, “I…want to…help you.”

Mae stared at the young chimp’s hands, so human like but different. She looked around for a way to escape should she need to.

Noa knew that feral humans could not speak, but from the way her eyes looked at him, he could tell there was an intelligent creature within.

The wind rustled the leaves in the trees and the fur on Noa’s shoulders, and the female’s disheveled hair.  The young ape slowly reached out his hand to her.  The female’s blue eyes glanced down at the outstretched hand.  She slowly stretched out her own hand and placed it in the young chimpanzee’s.  

He closed his fingers gently around hers as best as he could, he knew apes were much stronger ithan humans.  And he didn’t want to hurt her, truly.  

Noa pulled her closer to him until he could practically feel the fur on his chest brushing against her shirt. He felt a small smile form on his lips. The female's eyes drifted toward his mouth and back up again. She returned that same smile.

Like an echo.

Yes, that will be her name, Noa decided.

[multiple-tale]

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POTA - Garrett & Ceryl.

I got permission to share some RP from our Princes of the Apocalypse campaign, so here we go.

Ceryl is mine, Garrett is an NPC played by @b-e-m-l-t. In this thread, Ceryl finds the answer to a question he’s been asking most of his life, and Garrett’s colorful past comes back to haunt him.

It was not like the genasi to be unsure, even if his brand of confidence manifested differently than most people -- not brash, only the relaxed calm and ease of someone who genuinely believed everything was working out just fine. That particular evening, however, the only thing Ceryl was sure of was that he'd been... less than subtle about how unsure he felt. His conversation with Felsi a few days earlier had done a lot to smooth his doubts over what they'd found in the Water Temple -- but, really, it had just cleared the way for that last and greatest uncertainty to barrel right to the forefront of his thoughts.

Doubly so, when the source of it was suddenly in the same room with him.

Like waves eroding a shoreline, Ceryl had managed to talk himself into -- and back out of -- speaking with Garrett at least half a dozen times over the course of that day. He'd tell the man once they arrived at Summit Hall. He'd tell him after the discussions with the knights ended. After they helped the refugees settle in. After dinner had wrapped up. On and on, he'd waited for an opportunity to catch the knight alone -- yet each time the chance arose, Ceryl would second-guess until it had passed. Until dark had fallen, and they'd all retreated to their respective quarters, and the genasi was kicking himself for being an idiot -- and feeling wholly and utterly unlike himself, for the first time in his life.

I'll tell him in the morning, Ceryl thought, before we leave. Still, something in his stomach sank. No, he'd surely find some fresh excuse, then the party would depart -- and after that, nothing was certain anymore, not for any of them. This happened for a reason, he found himself thinking, not for the first time. This happened NOW for a reason -- he would only be an idiot if he allowed it to pass by. Thus, he found himself outside Garrett's door once again -- satchel of flasks in tow, hesitating before raising a hand to knock upon it -- and steeling himself for what was coming.

"Ey, Garrett?" he called, through the wood. "You passed out already, or can we talk?"

Garrett hasn't been far from the three of them for most of the day, first with the knights and then with the refugees, plying his healing magic where he can a rough brand of humour as medicine where he can't. Seta hasn't been out of sight much either, much more settled into a healer’s role than an almost-slave.

When night has fallen and the genasi is at his door, the gruff sound that echoes on the other side of it from Ceryl’s knock is almost inaudible, and then it rings louder, a very distinct “Hmmnm” of a half asleep man.

“Yes and yes. Come on in, kid, it's not locked.”

On the other side of the heavy door, Ceryl had to stifle something between a cringe and a laugh at the word "kid" from the other man -- the irony not lost on him. Casting a quick glance up and down the hallway to ensure he wasn't observed, the genasi then ducked into the room... though he lingered in the threshold, in spite of the invitation.

"I can come back in the morning, if you need your beauty sleep," he offered -- grinning, but having the good grace to look guilty all the same.

“Trust me, if I haven't gotten any more beautiful by now I never will.”

Garrett lay on the bed, boots discarded beside it and his arm over his eyes even though the candle still burns on the rough looking bedside table.  “What can I do for you?” He peers out with one eye from under his arm for a moment.

“...the big lass not with you?”

"Just me, I'm afraid," Ceryl answered, stepping fully into the room and shouldering the door closed behind him, as if to prove his point. It was only a few steps between the door and the bed, where he deposited the satchel before the other man -- the glass of the flasks within clinking jarringly in the quiet.

"That's for you, from Goldenfields," the genasi offered, almost an afterthought as he sank into the nearby chair. Leaning forward, elbows upon his knees and his whole brow creased, at once he seemed more pensive than usual.

"There was something else we found in the Temple," he went on, after a moment, looking at Garrett earnestly. "I wanted to tell you... away from the others."

He doesn't look particularly disappointed, just flumps his arm down on the straw mattress and nods, shifting enough to sit up and see the genasi a little better. He raises a brow as the door shuts, but fishes the the strap of the bag close with the toe of his boot and takes a look inside. He smirks.

“Go on then, what did you find?” He doesn't look at Ceryl his his shadowed eyes as he sorts through the flasks and sniffs each one.

Ceryl, for his part, was the opposite -- eyes never leaving Garrett's face, his own brows going up at how casual the other man had reacted. Still, he brought his hands together before him, and tapped the pads of his fingers together as he cast about for where to begin.

"There was a fountain," he started. "Old one -- fair deal older than anything else down there. And it... implied that anyone drinking from it would get the truthful answer to any one question."

He chuckled then, recognizing how ridiculous it was. "Sounds like bullshit, I know. But... well, it did show us things."

Garrett momentarily pauses in his sniffing of the flasks long enough to glance at the genasi across the room.

“Old like that damned book case you showed me? Because I'm not accustomed to shitting my breeches in front of acquaintances, lad.”

That might have gotten a laugh out of Ceryl any other time, except that he too vividly remembered the look on Garrett's face when they'd spoken that afternoon. The look when Ashir had shared the rubbing he'd taken. So the genasi folded his hands, his brow creasing further.

"Well, I'm no stonemason, but..." he said, pausing in thought for a second. "Old like that door with the eye. And it... called to me, even before any of us touched it. Just me."

Another pause, and then: “Don’t shit yet, though, that’s only half of it.”

Garrett frowned again. He slowly lifted a flask to his nose and took a very slow sniff. Then a long swig. And a he winced. “How about you just out with it, come on boy. There's been enough weird fuckery already today.”

Ceryl raised his shoulders in acquiescence at that, then drew in a deep breath himself and sat up straighter -- visibly steeling himself again for what he was leading up to. Easy and amiable as he usually was, he did not wear that newfound dourness well.

"It showed me you," he said then, bluntly. "The vision, it involved you. Way I figure, the easiest way to tell if it's bullshit or not is to just tell you what I saw -- and you can tell me if it's true. If not, no harm done. If so... well, then we'll have more to talk about."

His brows furrow at that and rather than any familiar blanche there's a notable darkening to his expression at the implication that he's got a role in anyone's truth.

“...sure. How much of this grog should I drink right now?”

"Suppose that depends on if it's true," Ceryl answered, honestly. "But I'd at least finish that one."

At that, he reached to fish a flask out from his back pocket, the sole one he'd saved for himself -- raising it in a mock salute towards Garrett that lacked any humor. Without preamble, he drank long from it, and blotted his mouth on the back of his sleeve -- but didn't put it away before he continued.

"Right then, out with it," he said then, and then his brows furrowed as he drew on the memory he'd already been thinking over and over. "It was you and this... aquatic woman. You were younger, but it was certainly you. And she was unnaturally tall and shapely, but beautiful -- like the water itself had taken form. You were... intimate."

He hesitated a moment, and then spoke in the voice he reserved for reciting his ballads, but hazy -- as though someone else was speaking through him. "He came to the sea when she called, and nought could resist such a bountiful sight. 'Til the morning and the break of dawn did they dance, 'til the waves shone and gleamed, beneath the red night."

Then he halted, and simply looked at the other man, waiting with clear trepidation for what the answer would be.

At the first sentence, Garrett let out a short chuckle. Aquatic woman could have meant anything. Sailor. Sea wench. Mermaid. He couldn’t remember a mermaid. But the more Ceryl spoke of her the more his expression dropped to something fairly close to dumbstruck neutral.

“That’s uh...that’s quite the rhyme.” He tipped a flask up on its end and empties the contents into his mouth, not swallowing for a good few moments, narrowing his eyes at the sting on his cheeks. He reached for another. “Well I suppose that fountain doesn’t lie after all. I ought to have words with it.”

Ceryl certainly thought he had prepared himself for whatever Garrett's answer might be -- and he had known that a confirmation would only give rise to even more questions. Still, hearing the man affirm it aloud, Ceryl was similarly dumbstruck. He couldn't repress the stunned burst of laughter that came out, nor hide the sort of half smile that overtook his face, somewhere between shock and elation -- at finally having what he'd sought for so long sitting right before him.

Then the rest caught up with his reaction, and he finally sat back in the chair, the tension he'd had giving way to a sort of boneless acceptance and a newly re-furrowed brow. He followed Garrett's example, and downed the remainder of the flask he held.

"You should," he said, sounding somewhat distant. "Don't know what the other two asked the thing, but Greenfoot managed to get some insight about our mission from it. Couldn't hurt."

He inhaled deeply once more, and looked Garrett in the eye again. Stop stalling, Ceryl. "Well, I suppose I should tell you what I asked, then. Probably want another drink before that one. Or several."

Garrett widened his eyes at the genasi’s response to his quip, and quickly shakes his head, uncapping another flask. He emptied that one into his mouth too, checking it had really run dry, giving it a shake over his open lips. “Fucker.”

He sighed. “I don’t know what bush you’re beating around here kid but looking up a man’s conquests is no real way to flirt. One watery type was enough for me in my lifetime, thank you..”

To say that response caught Ceryl by surprise would have been an understatement. His whiskey was already well swallowed, but he choked all the same, sitting bolt upright in the chair and looking mildly horrified at the implication.

"No-- by all the gods, that's not what--" he blurted out all at once, and then exhaled, rubbing his palms over his face and trying to wring back his composure. After a moment, he dropped his hands into his lap again, but failed to look quite as resolute as he had before.

"I asked it to show me who my parents were," he said, with all the earnesty he could muster. "Imagine my surprise when it showed me you, of all people. And no, that's not a joke."

Garrett’s brow rose for all of a moment while Ceryl jumped in his seat, and he watched the genasi shed and fail to fully regain his usual composure. He watched, and he listened, and he met Ceryl’s eye. He turned a little green.

His shoulders shrugged up suddenly as whiskey made a sudden resurgence for a second taste. He pressed a fist to his mouth and shuddered as he whispered. “Sweet, merciful Lathander.”

Just as Garrett watched him, Ceryl kept his eyes trained intently on Garrett's face as he delivered the news. It was hard to believe he would be using his Harper training for this, but the genasi watched the other man's reaction -- his father's reaction -- intently as he could. And certainly there was an ounce of guilt for making the man ill... but more than that, there was such relief that Ceryl just about sagged where he sat, like a puppet with strings cut.

"You didn't know..."

The half-elf shook his head vigorously and closed his eyes, swallowing very slowly and very hard. He immediately found another flask and upended it into his mouth. He took a breath. “I surely did not.” He glanced at Ceryl quickly, then shut his eyes again. “Shit, how old even are you?”

It was just as well that Garrett wasn't looking at him, because the longer Ceryl had to absorb the fact that this was all true -- the fact that he was looking at his father -- the more he reacted the opposite. He looked as though he might laugh, if for no other reason than how absurd and improbable this was.

"I'm fourty-five... ish?" he answered, giving a shrug. "Something around there, I don't actually know when my birthday is."

Still, then he sobered up, and even though he still looked more pleased than he had any right to be, he leaned towards Garrett and reached out for his arm. "Listen, I'm sorry for springing this on you. I know it's... a lot."

Garrett put down the bag of flasks as Ceryl answered him and he screwed his eyes shut even tighter before flumping an arm over them. “Evil ancient eye is opening up, towns getting burned down. Consequences of me ploughing some djinn down south forty years ago crawling out of the woodwork? Sure. Why not.”

He sighed and scrubbed his hands over his face. “Ok kid.” He scoffed. “Kid. Fuck me. Ok how about… how about you gimme twenty minutes. Or maybe an hour. Shit.” He took a deep breath. “How about we talk about this in the morning, over breakfast or some shit?”

It's the word 'consequences' that seems to finally take Ceryl's elation down a peg, the tone of it visibly taking the wind out of his sails. Where he'd reached for Garrett a moment earlier, he withdrew again and seemed to sober up a bit further, his brow creasing the way it had when he'd first entered the room. He only nodded sympathetically at the other man's request.

"I think we're off again in the morning," he said. "If you catch us before then, sure. If you're not, well... You don't owe me anything, you know."

For a second, Ceryl ran his hands down his legs and looked at the door, as though debating whether to leave as he'd been asked. Then he looked back to the man, the dour shadow over his expression back again. "I wasn't going to tell you until after all this was over. End of the world is the bigger priority. But then, the fire, and it dawned on me we might not both be here when it's over. I don't believe in coincidences, and this--" He gestured between them. "-- can't be one. But you don't owe me anything, and it won't take away from the mission. I just wanted you to know."

Then, finally, he stood as though to leave.

When Ceryl turned around he took his moment to begin rummaging through the bag of flasks again and began emptying the entire contents one by one into the clay jug beside the bed. “Don’t worry about it, if crackpots a hundred years ago can do it, then it can definitely be stopped now.”

He didn’t try to meet Ceryl’s eye, or stop him as he went, only lifted an empty flask to the genasi’s back and with a waveringly dry tone said, “Thanks for the hooch, son.”

Ceryl halted just as he reached for the door handle at the word "son", and paused to chuckle at it, some of the renewed tension dissipating. He half turned back to Garrett, only then catching the gesture and the flask being held out to him.

"You're welcome, dad," he said, wryly -- and then, with a few gestures of his fingers and a few whispered words, watched the flask fill with clear liquid. "Try not to get too hung over."

With that, he turned again, ducking into the hallway and closing the door behind him.

[itsmeyouknowwho]

11-9-17

Uhm. Yea. Its been 2 days since last na kinulit nya ko. Ni creepy guy. *jaiho* araw araw syang lumalala e. Haha. Nung una miss beautiful lang, tas sunod, miss ganda na, tas naging mahal ko. Kinginang yan. Kahit na ayaw ko sakanya, medj kinikilabutan na nakakakilig ng onti e. Kinikilabutan ako kasi sinasabihan ako ng ganun galing sa tao i barely know. Kakakilala kolang. Medj creepy lang. Kinilig naman dahil sa ganun ding reason. Dahil sa papuri at bati nya.

Ganto kasi nangyare. 1st day ng pag hawak ko ng EXGA, okay pa eh. Tinanong nya age ko and stuff, tas yun nga, nadinig ko yung salitang 6 years lang daw. Dahil nga sa agwat daw ata namin.

Tas sumunod yung nag Po ako sakanya. Kamote yun. Nahulat talaga ako dun gurl! Sa harap ng safety mismo sinabi nya, yung huling nag Po daw sakanya, minahal nya. Pota. Sino ba namang hindi maccreepyhan dun nuh.

Next day, medj lumelevel up nasya, tawag na ng tawag. Sinasabi ko dawng nammiss ko na sya. And stuff which is hinahanap kolang naman. Ganern.

Hanggang sa sumunod na araw tinanong na nya kung may jowa nadaw bako, sabi ko oo, madami, tas nag bilang ako, tas sabi nya nagtatanong daw sya seryoso *like wtf* tapos kung pwede daw ba syang makipila ganern. Medj nacreepyhan lang me. Hahaha

Tapos nung mga sumunod na tinatawag nanya akong mahal ko, then lately, nung monday, 11-6-17, tinawagan nyako, miss beautiful daw ganto ganyan, pahabol nya wag nadaw akong mag po kundi mamahalin nya daw ako tapos nung magpapaalam nako bigla ba namang sinabing i love you!? Edi pocha creepy. Axur eh. Hahaha.

Tas eto nga, kahapon, nagkita lang kami ng umaga tapos tumango lang ako sakanya tas diretcho na ata ako ng taas? Dko matandaan. Basta, nung hapon naman umakyat kami ni gary hinahanap ko sya kung nasaan sabi naman ni gary magkagalit daw sila about sa secret admirer daw yung unang term nya eh. Tas nung kinabukasan ata, dun na napasok yung sinabi nyang negosyo and stuff. Sinabihan ako ni broniola na antamad daw ng assistant ko ganern. Tas ayon. Nung isang araw papala. Tinatawag nanaman nya akong mahal ko tapos pinalo ko sa ulo ng papel. Kagago kasi e. Hahaha nasa harap pa nung ibang workers. Ayan tuloy. Hahaha. Tas ayon. Kaninang umaga, umaga tinetext ko di nag rreply tska tinatawagan ko dpadin macontact. I dunno bat ganun kabilis akong hindi pansinin at kung ano ano pa. Hmp. Walalang. Share lang. Wala kasi akong makwentuhan about dito. Medj awkward lang kaya dito nalang, wala ng echos echos. Hahaha

[blackswordman]

Soñé que me metí en tu cama tras un festival de invierno, ahora ya no sueño nada, ya ha pasado mucho invierno. Y no sé como es tu cama ni como suda tu cuerpo, me he quedado con las ganas y tu, te has quedado conmigo. y tu, te has quedado conmigo. y tu, te has quedado conmigo. Con mis ganas de vivir, con mis ganas de sentir, con mis ganas de pecar, con mis ganas de soñar. Y ante tanto desconsuelo echo mis huesos al suelo y me duermo boca arriba, por ver si me ahoga la pota de ese Ron que ya es vinagre, el que alimenta mis sueños. Más los sueños mierda son y tu, te has quedado conmigo. y tu, te has quedado conmigo y tu, te has quedado conmigo...

Con mis ganas de vivir, con mis ganas de sentir, con mis ganas de pecar, con mis ganas de soñar. Y no me has dejado nada, y de nada nunca hay restos. Yo soñaba con tus bragas y tu, te has quedado conmigo. Yo soñaba con tus bragas, tus bragas, tus bragas, tus bragas...