#so its really aieee...

[bingobongobonko]

Hi Bingo! I just wanted to say that I've been lurking and looking at your art for your lancer campaign for a while now and I think it's so cool! You've kinda inspired me to check out the system for myself too! I hope it's not too much trouble/making you retread anything you've talked about before, but I'd be really interested to hear your thoughts on the system and how it's worked out for your campaign! I really love mecha stuff, but I think the genre can be pretty rife with militarism that I'm not super into. I get the sense though that you've been able to find a good way to slot these really cool characters into the setting and focus on their interactions while also getting the fun of that sweet sweet mech combat. My inquiry is very low stakes haha, so nw if you don't have time to gather all your thoughts (I know that if I was tasked to talk about my own campaigns my head would burst into flames just trying to sift through what I'd want to say :P) Anyway, just a little friendly wave to you to say your art is very inspirational, and keep up the great work!

OH WOW this is . whuhh. WOW! sorry im like. wtff. i mean i ramble about my characters a lot but i didn't think anyone else actually gave a fuck which is completely ok, i just WHUHH..!!! holy shit. excitement aside, i get where you're coming from. honestly i was never into the mecha genre, but lancer rpg really made me realize how cool it is! like im not a really technical guy, and i feel like lancer is VERY strategy-heavy in combat; unless you know what you're doing and what everything does, you can easily get overwhelmed with all the features and all the things to consider in the math. for me its a lot because i struggle with spatial understanding and any sort of mathematics. that's my only real gripe on the system, but that might also just be every other system as well. it's more of a personal issue than that of the system, my friends all picked it up super quick. as for the genre, yeah, i find militaristic shit a drag and mecha has the same feel to me. its got a layer of professionalism and seriousness i don't enjoy, nor wish to play along with, so i get what you mean yeah. thankfully my friend who dms the campaign is just. Holy fuck; she just has a huuuge extra care for character stories and weaving them into the narrative she explores. so really, its her i've to thank for making mecha stuff FUN for me. lancer can certainly run hand-in-hand with militaristic-focused rp, i was in a oneshot with that sole focus and while it was interesting, without that interesting narrative stuff you kind of lose steam, but ive grown so fond of dog days cuz of how my friend lets our characters develop AND helps them do that. that and the way she sets up the story, just. FUUUUCK. the military is an afterthought in what is a fight against time and para-causality sinking its teeth into what little sanity we have. we fight against something that is a victim and a perpetrator. we're the worst people to be tasked to be saving an entire planet too, but here we are. as cheesy as it is, it's all about who you play with. thats the feel i get about most systems. honestly why im so ehhh about playing with strangers, when i'd rather play with people i like. all systems strike me as more of a tool; its the way you use em yk? the experience you get from them are more reflective of who you're telling a story with (or fighting alongside, there's no right way to play. i just really like narrative storytelling). so really, ive to thank my friends, especially @spaginithethird who introduced me to lancer in the first place as a dm!!!!!!!!!! TO A LOT OF SYSTEMS ACTUALLY shes rlly knowledgeable abt this stuff and very very very sweet too o7 so yeah really, its a really fun system BUT to me, i wouldnt be playing lancer if i didn't have a narrative to go by and follow with people i like. i am always sayin this but its my favorite thing when it comes to ttrpgs

[creaking-skull]

can't get over how you describe lucanis as illario's weird shadow in the tags of that gifset...and how in so many ways apparently *illario* felt overshadowed by *lucanis*...the love was there, the love is there still, but it's so twisted up in envy and resentment...two shadows looking at each other so blinded by the light they see it obscures and warps their realities....aieee.....

i really loved the way they were written in wigmaker's job; how they each consciously & unconsciously made up for the other man's weaknesses or points of failure. illario saving lucanis' ass and luc saving illario's, the way they understood each other and shadowed each other and were joined at the hip. was thinking specifically of how charming & personable illario was & how devastated he was by luc's death (which in light of da4 has an even sadder undertone). its been a hot min since i read wigmaker but i remember lucanis being not very personable or charismatic by contrast. could be me making up a reading that has no basis in text though, my memory is sieve-y

but yes its so sad its almost inevitable too. lucanis was good at things that illario wasn't, and vice versa; they each felt like they couldnt measure up to their brother even though they were only ever truly successful together... theres years of affection between them and deep trust and it all got destroyed and they were turned against each other because that is what the crows do only one of them could be a powerful talon and the other one couldnt be trusted with the disappointment so the other had to be destroyed... in that, i've always believed the crows have an eerie similarity to the circle

[tonycamonte]

school ⬇️

sooo excited for next semester....... have english again with my favourite teacher for the first time since i was a freshman + itll be fun to have him in senior year i think..... cooler novel study selections also i know catcher in the rye is one of the options which is soooo fun i would love 2 write an essay abt it but youre not supposed to do a book youve already read so. sorry holden. anyway i have art studio for the first time (its basically impossible 2 take with french immersion so i havent had the chance til now) + im reallyyyy excited i think itll be fun + its another class thats pretty light on group work which is reallyy choice because my 2 best friends r graduating so im gonna be sort of lonely. ummm i really miss doin art classes i used 2 do a lot of stuff in the city but because of covid i stopped + i kind of stopped like drawing which sucked but i have Ideas for what i wanna do............... eermm then i have 20th c world history which ive been looking forward to for like trhee years so. yippee!!!!! i was sort of. eavesdropping with my eyes on a girl in the lab doin her work for it and i was like wowowow so fun so cool.. and then i have photography + i dunno how i feel about it like i signed up for it but i kind of want to switch into religious studies (which our school allegedly has but ive never heard of anyone taking it + the course list on the website is broken so) but i dunno if thats gonna be too much + i really regret picking philosophy this semester over that but whatever i like photography its just supposed to be kind of boring but maybe thats a good thing. idk i think my classes r well balanced this year like this semester i have cooking + two socials classes + math (usually my best subject + kind of easy this yr) + next semester i have 2 art classes + 2 humanities. harmony. also NO SCIENCE THIS YEAR. big win for me. and AIEEE i just looked at my assessment stuff i got a 4 on my numeracy assessment am i a smart fella or what................. society if i liked math enough to do it as a job but alas its so boring...................... and i got a 3 on my french written assessment soooo.... french people hmu except i think i probably sucked at my oral assessment so mybe we can just text

[nikolaj-costerwaldau]

My man was 7th rank in the delhi institute of technology entrance exams?? And wasn't he a rank holder in AIEEE as well?? WOW can't even compare but its really so tragic that we have lost too many stars like this; parveen babi and jiah khan and others; and same about star kids the industry is chocked full of em and most have no respect for the craft or any acting chops nlr the willingness to improve smh

yeah i think he stood 4th in aieee???? his power TRULY.

jiah khan still hurts because again she too was so young (then again there’s that thing whether it was a murder or suicide but nevertheless that’s still hauntingly sad). also jhdgjkdfhgf PREACH!!! i don’t think anyone apart from alia is talented or serious about their career lmao kangana was right! 

[marithlizard]

Title:  A Time to Every Purpose  Fandom: RWBY Chapter 2 of 5 Chapter 1 Ao3 link ("Stay calm.  It can't get out.  I don't think it's even tried.")

"Crystal!  Oh, thank the gods, Crystal!"

The voice brought her floating up out of uneasy dreams.   She forced her sticky eyelids open and looked into Iris' crying face.  Oh.  Oh!  

"You're alive,"  she tried to say, but it came out a pained shapeless rasp.  Her mouth and throat were so dry they hurt.   So did her head. She held up her hands, cupped together, trusting that her most practical sister would figure it out.

And she did.  "Okay.  Water, okay.  I'll get some."   Iris fumbled through the pack next to her and pulled out her leather cup;  she hesitated, looking at it, and then reached for Crystal's two packs as well.  Among them they yielded another cup and a hammered-metal canteen, and a sieve-cloth for straining.  

"I'll be right back."  Crystal watched her sister go blearily and tried to wake up more.  It was daytime, midmorning by the angle of the sun.  They were both alive.  The fire was down to a pile of glowing embers and ash.   The cabin - the cabin!   Fear jolted through her and she turned to look, scrabbling for her cane-branch though she knew it was stupid.  The door was still closed and overgrown.  No movement behind the window. 

Had she imagined it? No, no she hadn't.  Unlike Russet's, her memories did not get mixed up with flights of fancy.  Crystal stretched out her leg carefully, said ow, and resigned herself to not walking for at least two more days.  A splint shouldn't be needed if she stayed off it. And, well, if the Grimm - or something else - attacked, a splint wouldn't help. 

By the time Iris came back with a cup in each hand and the canteen slung around her neck,  Crystal was sorting through the spread-out contents of all three packs.   She and her sisters had collected what they could for the journey: bandages, ointment, dried meat and fruit, small tools for each of them.   Soleil had the length of oiled cloth.  Russet had stolen the bow and arrows right before they left. 

They'd never planned for being split up.

"Not bad,"  mused Iris, looking it all over while Crystal forced herself to sip and not guzzle.  "Whoever owned this other pack,  we should say a prayer for them tonight.  Their stuff may keep us alive."

Crystal held water in her mouth for a few moments, savoring the feel of it against her tongue after so long, then swallowed.  "You can pray if you want," she said roughly.  "I never will again."  Not after what happened.

"The gods aren't to blame."

"They didn't help either."

Iris was smart enough not to argue.  Instead she said, "Why haven't you searched the cabin yet?"

"There's something in there."   The water was gone, and Crystal already wanted more.  Patience, she told her body.   "Something really weird.  Not an animal, not a Grimm...it's like something out of Russet's stories."

"That's..."  Iris trailed off before saying impossible.   "If you're describing it like that, then I'm really curious.  And creeped out."   She took Crystal's stick and walked up to the window.  Cautiously, she tapped twice on the glass.

"Aieee!"  She leaped backward,  falling on her butt and wriggling backwards much as Crystal had done.  

"Stay calm.  It can't get out.  I don't think it's even tried."  Crystal watched her sister take deep breaths,  visibly repeating "In. Out." to herself much like she had last night.   She tried to project steady reassurance.  "This is still the best place to wait for the others.  And now there's two of us to keep watch.  We can do this."

"...Right.  You're right, Crystal. As usual."   Iris scrambled to her feet and picked up the fallen stick.   "Actually, I thought I saw something else."  She approached the window again and peered in, this time without tapping.   Then she went very still.

A minute passed.  It felt like ten.   "Iris?"  Crystal said eventually.  Carefully, calmly.  "What do you see?" 

"It's a person."    Finally Iris backed away again, shaking her head.  "There's a person trapped in there."

"That's impossible."   The vines growing through the hinges were years-thick. 

"It's wearing clothes."

There was nothing to say to that.  So they didn't.  Iris cut more branches and gourds out of the garden, and Crystal toasted pieces of the sweet orange flesh on sticks.   Several more trips to the river quenched their thirst and eventually required a latrine trench, dug in the earth with hands and their knives.   They built the fire higher this time.   Neither of them mentioned Soleil or Russet, or the past, or the future. 

For the hundredth time,  Crystal thought about how different life in the city must be.  Behind those great stone walls with hundreds of guards it would be safe to talk about anything.  To scream, cry, rage, shout at each other until you'd both gotten all the terrible feelings out.   To be as afraid or sad as strongly as you needed for as long as you needed it.  

In the city,  their mother would have survived.

As the sun began to set, Iris left off digging in the garden and pried a board out  of the sagging fence around the clearing.  She laid it down flat by the fire and began to arrange things on it:  her cup, two-thirds full,  several pieces of toasted gourd, one square of hard bread from the stranger's pack. 

"What are you doing?"

"I've been thinking," said Iris, staring down at the makeshift tray.  "To stay here tonight and not be afraid, I have to think it's a person.   And if it's a person, then they need help."

Oh, no.  "Can't we test that theory in the middle of the day? Maybe when I'm able to run?"  

"I can't wait that long.  I'm going to do it now, before it gets dark."   Helplessly,  Crystal watched her sister walk away with the food.  Fear twisted in her gut;  breathe, she ordered herself.  In, out.   She'd been lucky yesterday, when she first saw the thing in the cabin and it had taken hours to get her feelings under control.   They couldn't count on luck holding. 

Iris put the tray down by the door and got to work on the hinges with her knife.  The vines must've been softer than they looked; it was only a few minutes until she took hold of the doorknob, breathed in and out and in and out, squared her shoulders and pulled. 

The door creaked open with a puff of dust everywhere;  Crystal could see it settling on the food, and hoped that cryptids weren't too fussy.  There, framed in the doorway, sat the thing. 

Iris had been right. It was wearing clothes,  a shirt and pants so old they were disintegrating and much too large for it. A vest that looked like leather had held up somewhat better.  The thing had a beard, a long scraggly white one, and a balding head poking out of a  fuzzy halo of pale hair.  It blinked at Iris and said nothing at all.

She coughed, waving away the dust with a hand.  "Sorry.  Um.  Hello,  sir.   My name is Iris.  I'm on a journey to the city, and I'm waiting for my sisters.  This is my other sister Crystal."  She pointed, and the thing turned its head and looked directly at Crystal.   She raised her hand and wiggled the fingers in a tremulous wave. 

I will never ever doubt Iris' nerve again, she thought.

"We made some food for you,"  continued Iris doggedly.  "It's not much, but it's what we could find.  I hope it's okay for us to stay here until our sisters arrive. "  

She moved the tray directly in front of the thing, nearly touching it - Crystal caught her breath - and backed away.   After a few moments it reached out a long-nailed hand, very slowly, and picked up the leather cup.    Iris nodded.  

"Okay. We'll bring you more tomorrow.  Good night, sir."  Iris jogged back to the fire, only a little too fast to be casual,and sat down with a sigh of relief. 

"Crystal, it's just a man. He looks almost starved to death.  He can't have the strength to hurt anyone."

"But that's - impossible."  She'd circled the cabin yesterday and seen no other exit.  "How could he have survived?"

"I don't know."    

They sat in silence and practiced calm breathing until moonrise.   This time Crystal was able to make herself look outward for Grimm during her watch, even if she did occasionally glance back over her shoulder.   She didn't suggest closing the cabin door again, although she wanted to.   

Later, she lay with fingers in her ears, trying not to hear Iris praying.   "Lord of the Waters, Lady of the Broken Moon, thank you for your blessings.  We're grateful for the strangers we meet and the gifts they leave us; teach us to be kind to strangers in our turn." 

Something much older heard as well, and was thoughtful. 

The next morning, when Iris brought more water,  the man rasped out words for the first time. 

"Thank you."

[wrenn93wrenn-blog]

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[myfriendpokey]

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(ed. note: stephen died while writing this, may his sinful heart now rest in peace)

I think that every work implies an audience, i think that projected audience will be perpetually dreamlike and strange since it's drawn not from human consciousness but from a form of same which has been distorted through embodiment in alien material. Refracted by some "medium" and then existing as a transferable, reproducible object and living an object life separable from the human circumstances by which it was produced. And I think that when we evaluate a work part of what we evaluate is this audience and the prospect of belonging to it, the possibility of a community with those assumptions and those values. The saying "give people what they want" always confuses me in this context because surely part of what they want is the possibility of wanting something else, of being a person who wants something else. Advertisements famously sell not just a product but also the prospect of being the kind of person who likes that product. Even the most conservative works pull a bait and switch in this regards in that part of what they suggest is the prospect of being a person who already knows what they want, of having character and qualities that persist in time rather than being a shapeless blob of experiences.

Avant-garde work could be said to be that which prioritises the formation of new audiences, or the possibility of forming new audiences, above any actual qualities which those audiences would have. It draws on the utopian aspect of creating new social structures, new communities, where whatever form they ultimately end up taking the fact that they can be made at all is in some way a celebration of agency and the possibility of new futures. But the other side of things is that even as the appeal of these imaginary communities comes partly from their distance from our real ones, they're also evaluated on the basis of their feasibility - their power comes not just from a list of bloodless alternities but from possessing a transformative quality, the real possibility of enactment which is used to make demands on the contemporary. Not just a future but one already germinating in the present. And though I like and respect a lot of these works it's also hard, for this reason, not to feel a little uneasy about them - because the imagery of an imminent, transfigurative break from the present has been so co-opted as a way to conceal the fundamental limitations and eerie inertia of capitalism that I think it's hard for anything drawing on that tradition to escape lending credibility to it, even when its interests are directly opposed. 20+ years of an increasingly threadbare neoliberal consensus  in the face of problems which grow more and more obvious mean the notion of an unexpected, miraculous shift in the causal order grows more and more central, from the vague sense that someone will invent, like, a moss or something which will stop global warming in the nick of time to the idea that the same clumsy, stupid videogames we've been bonking against invisible walls in for decades now will any minute now transmogrify into the effortless freefloating virtual lucid dreams of legend. And in fact videogames provide a constant running example of just how profitably this perception can be managed - - from a medium which from inception built upon a certain futuristic quality coming both from the historically new level of consumer access to computer technology and from decades of science-fiction representations of same, and which leveraged that into a perennial suggestion that the bright new day was always just around the corner - that by playing videogames now you were securing a kind of early-investor bragging rights to the media singularity to come. If there's anything historically new about videogames it's the extent to which the very suggestion of potential developments to be had later on was finally recognised as more profitable than any intrinsic qualities of the form itself.

And I think all this raises some problems when we think about avant-garde and experimental videogames, not just because in replicating some of the assumptions of the industry they risk being assimilated by it - you can't game-design your way out of late capitalism, there are no final aesthetic solutions to economic problems etc - but because by repeating those assumptions they risk being judged by the standard of contribution to this same monolithic vidcon future, and then discarded accordingly when "the future" changes according to stockholder diktats. I mean that when you see these works as yet more expressions of "the medium" it's harder for them to survive when that status is taken away again, and that at this point it's difficult to conceive of a future of videogames that doesn't in some way just flow back into the orthodox one still being sold.

Why does this matter. I think the videogame market will crash again because that's what markets do, and when it does I believe it'll be blamed on small engines, on unity and rpgmaker, on asset-flipping and joke simulators and walking games and political games rather than e.g. the incessant boom-bust cycles of capitalism or the fact that the particular interactive media singularity that videogames have invested so much image, money and energy into identifying themselves with looks more and more dated and less likely to happen. I think there'll be more gamergate bullshit from people who invested in the stupid, stupid videogame dream and got told by youtube millionaires that it was being undermined from within by sjw fifth columnists making pug dating games. I think that just as places like YouTube have shown a willingness to quietly cut down on who's able to make money through their service places like Steam will do the same thing, particularly after already raising the prospect of exponentially increasing the cost of using the store for small developers already. I think middlebrow columnists at the Atlantic will cash checks saying well, a lot of those games weren't pushing the medium forward anyway, and that the whole thing will end up being recast as a morality tale about an overcrowded, overdiverse market, and that a lot of valuable work people are doing now will be just wiped from the record in the same way as a lot of pre-2007 indie games were, or flash games, or interactive CD-ROMs, or whatever the fuck.

I think that when this happens experimental games or avant garde games or alternative games will be seen less as possible alternatives to the mainstream tradition than as offshoots of it which got pruned, and I'm not sure how much help they will really be to anyone trying to figure out ways to make these things without getting pulled into the endless churning blood rotor of existing videogame culture.

I've written before that the game scenes which interest and excite me most are things like FNAF fangames, Undertale fangames, Unity horror games, RPG Maker games, hyperspecific utility pieces like the Prosperity Path orbs, less for any particular aesthetic or design qualities than for them being videogames which manage to escape some of the awful binary of Producer/Consumer and the ideas of "importance" which evolve later to help justify that perverse dynamic. Like what does it mean to experience a game if it's just part of a big stack of almost interchangeable things and anyway you're only absently going through it when searching for more stuff to steal for your own interchangeable thing. Which is healthier and more interesting than "art". But I think part of it too is the sense of having a specific audience to bounce against, even if it's just of people looking to take your Secret Of Mana midis, and the way that the concreteness of that audience helps defuse the kind of creeping tendency towards cultural speculation that comes with the belief in a big medium-wide payout somewhere down the line that'd justify the time and energies of everyone involved. I don't think it's enough to say people should make an effort to criticise games for what they are as opposed to what they might be, or whatever, insofar as that's even possible. I think being able to appreciate what they are is dependent on recognizing that they have an audience which is similarly settled, similarly "just there". And I think working towards constructing that kind of space would mean, yes, a sort of concession of "the future" to the stockholders of industry, renouncing the right to eventually reap that dread crop. But in the process being able to better engage with the present and all the disparite forces and strands within it who have similarly been lopped off that grand narrative, or were never part of it to begin with, and navigate all the ambiguities and potentials of that space. I think the future of videogames is the same kind of desperate, self-willed dream as those years worth of Twitter shares, for a company which has never actually been profitable, or the horrible locked-down image of infinity that sees new Rocket Racoon movies coming out every year til 2099, I think those dreams are ones that emerge and grow stronger as the actual basis for them either materially or affectively grows ever more decrepit, I think however overwhelming they get they can only really be strangled in the present.

As they say... no futur-what! what are you doing in my house! no-aieee!! (manuscript abruptly cuts off)

[pulaasul]

Lost Shinobi 10

Shisui Uchiha didn’t expect to wake up once more. He certainly didn’t expect to have both of his eyes. Here he is, living among Auradon’s evillest and cruelest of villains in the isle of the lost.

[C1] [C2] [C3] [C4] [C5] [C6] [C7] [C8] [C9]

[FFN] [AO3]

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Everything was a blur after I hit the ground, I knew I was already defeated by these three villains.

I saw three blurry silhouettes approach me, and I know that these were the victors in the skirmish I just had. In a last ditch effort, I activated my Sharingan with the last of my chakra reserves and cast an illusion against these villains.

An illusion using my bloodline is far more convincing than using one without its assistance.

I just hope the illusion of me being dead fooled them.

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Everyone stopped once the mysterious but quick-witted boy was on the ground, unconscious. The three villains cautiously approached him.

"Is he dead?" Came Cruella's question.

"Maybe so." The Evil Queen answered. "While he's not bleeding, he's also not breathing if we judge his chest."

"On contrary." Jafar spoke up. "You merely knocked him out." It's probably tied to his earlier abilities and made himself appear dead.

"Interesting." The fallen queen hummed.

"What do we do with him now?" Cruella inquired once more as she knelt beside the unconscious shinobi. "We'll be out of this place once we retrieve our Talismans." She stated. "Wasn't that the reason you explained on why we can't use your genie powers out of this place."

"Yes." Jafar nodded. "Frankly, I don't see the point in killing him anymore." He admitted. "It'd just be wasted effort, and he'll likely die of starvation.

"Not if he's free." The evil queen immediately interjected. "He'd just chase us and we'd lose our chance of getting away from this horrid island."

"I suppose you have a point." Jafar nodded.

The evil genie waved his make-shift scepter and soon tendrils began sprouting from the side of the cave and hoisted the young boy who chased them. Soon the boy was shackled with the same material as the cave's wall, spread-eagled and upright, at the side the cave.

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I regained consciousness to what I assumed was a few moments after I was knocked out. I'm not actually sure as to how much time has passed since I lost consciousness.

I was strangely upright. I tried to move my limbs and discovered I was immobilized.

Restrained.

I quickly opened my eyes only to see that I was indeed shackled to the side of the cave, upright and spread-eagled. The restraints themselves were part of the cave itself and it made escaping all the more difficult.

Not to mention I was low on chakra.

I tried wiggling my limbs in an attempt to escape, but it seemed impossible with the circumstances I was in.

Somehow the cave was rather cold and drafty. I looked down only to find my shirt and pants torn. The only piece of fabric left on my person were the pant-legs that had fallen to my restrained ankles. Thankfully my undergarments were relatively untouched apart from the creases and small tear I managed to find despite being restrained.

A few paces away from me were the metals I used as storage seals and store my extra clothes and what's left of my rations. They were beside the roots of the trees that the Evil Queen had conjured with Jafar's help.

From the looks of things, the villains I fought were trying to loot something off of me. I bet they were disappointed that all they found were pieces of junk.

I really hope nothing unsavory happened to me while I was unconscious and restrained, considering my state of undress.

Soon everything turned black as I was lulled back to unconsciousness.

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"Aieee!" A shriek woke me up from my slumber.

"Carlos calm down!" Another voice screamed. "He's still breathing." The male voice continued.

"Mal if you would please?" A female voice this time.

"Creatures small and little." Another female voice began. "Make these restraints brittle."

I can't help but think that these voices were oddly familiar. It wasn't the villains who have defeated me and left me alone, that's for sure. The voices I was hearing wasn't Yen Sid, or anyone at the anti-hero club either.

I was not able to ponder it more as I found myself suddenly falling down. I was immediately on all fours out of instinct and watched my surroundings in an attempt or reorient myself.

Before me were Carlos, Jay, Mal and Evie.

"Carlos?" I managed to croak out. "What are you guys doing here?" I questioned.

"Professor Yen Sid sent us." Evie helpfully answered. "He said that our parents were missing and he feared the worst." She explained as Jay helped me on my feet while Carlos helped me regain my balance.

"He seemed pretty worried that the person he sent after their parents has yet to come back." Mal supplied. "Are you the person Professor Yen Sid tasked to chase after their parents?" She inquired as she looked at me with glowing eyes.

"Yeah." I answered. "Yen Sid was worried that your parents would escape to Auradon and wreak havoc." I continued. "Not that I did anything substantial." I sighed.

"I take it they were responsible for your condition earlier?" Jay asked.

"Bound and in a state of undress?" Evie continued the inquiry.

"Do you guys have an extra set of clothes?" I asked the foursome. "And Yes." I confirmed their suspicions.

While I am still capable of unsealing and sealing things even with the charka I have recovered since I was unconscious, I know that I can't risk it. I may need what little chakra I have in my system to defend these children and at least get them out of here.

Ever since waking up the first time, I felt that there was something that both Yen Sid and I weren't privy to.

"Wait." Carlos suddenly voices out. "It was you?!" He pointed right at me.

"Uh… C?" Evie questioned. "What did Fairy Godmother say about pointing?"

"I know it's rude." Carlos stated. "But I know him?!" He exclaimed.

"You know him?" Mal asked. "Never even seen the guy before, and Maleficent is my mother." She continued. "Heck I knew of Shrimpy's existence, even Shere Kahn's Cubs and Iago's chicks." She added. "Heck I'm even familiar with Tick Tock's and Kaa's hatchlings."

I think Mal's implying that she knew everyone in the isle due to her mother's influence.

That line of thinking has some kind of merit, but I don't think that is the case.

"I was even surprised that the Professor sent someone after your parents." Mal continued her spiel. "Considering how much of an influence and power they have in the isle."

"Yeah." Carlos nodded. "You were the person who kept patching me up after my mother or anyone in the isle would go far." He stated as he pointed at me. "You even deposited me 'there' after one of my mother's episodes."

The other three children stared at me with wide eyes. They certainly did not expect that someone had been looking out for them in the isle even before the mainland gave them a chance.

"You haven't aged." Carlos suddenly commented. "You also have shorter hair." He added.

"You changed a lot since Auradon Carlos." I offered the youngest boy a smile. "You've actually gained some weight since you left for Auradon." I continued.

"I wouldn't have made it this far if you hadn't saved me from my mother Shisui." Carlos responded with a smile of his own.

"We can catch up later." Mal suddenly declared. "We need to get moving, we have yet to encounter your parents." She beckoned everyone to walk forward.

"You need to leave immediately." I protested as the boys were immediately by my side. "Your parents could already have what they're looking for."

"Oh you mean this?" Carlos showed me a ring on his palm. "The ring of envy." He identified. "One of the talismans that Yen Sid told us about."

"You got your mother's talisman." A commented. "What about the others."

"We got theirs' too." Mal answered as the others showed me their parents' respective talismans on their hands."

"We really should go." Mal repeated her declaration. "Your parents might be nearby."

Everyone nodded as the two boys were immediately by my side and put my arms over their shoulders and helped me walk with them.

"Do any of you have extra clothes on hand?" I asked the four children with me, again.

They only shook their heads apologetically as Evie whispered something to Mal.

"Can I even use magic here?" Mal asked her friend.

"Yeah, Jafar and the others were able to use magic here." I confirmed.

"Damn dude." Jay smirked." And you survived an encounter with our parents." He recalled." That's hardcore." He praised me.

I think.

"And you just used magic a bunch of times earlier." Carlos reminded.

"Well then." Mal straightened her posture. "Threads and Needles, come together." She began as her hands glowed purplish-green. "Manly clothing for this stranger, over." She exclaimed with a flick of a wrist.

As soon as the spell was cast, two elongated rocks shrunk to the size of needles and began unthreading what clothing I have left on my person.

Thankfully the spell left my undergarments alone.

The rock-turned-needles then combined those threads together and form a pair of short pant, that's a bit skimpy for my tastes. The pants' legs don't even reach the middle of my thighs.

"Yeah…" Evie trailed off. "It's a bit…" She paused as she tried to find some words to describe the clothing in question. "Unprotected."

Unprotected is a major understatement, but it does get the point across.

"Fine" Mal rolled her eyes at her friends' statement. "Ghouls and Goblins in Sin." She began to chant another spell as her hands glowed the same purplish-green color from earlier. "Overall clothes for this man with a spin." She declared as she drew a circle with her hands.

Suddenly, I began to float and spin without my expressed permission as glowing greens encased me in some sort of tornado.

As soon as I stopped spinning and dropped to the ground, arms outstretched as they landed the boys' shoulders while recovering from the dizzy spell that I was inevitably put through, no thanks to the magic spell cast. I noticed that the skimpy shorts that Mal's magic had created from earlier has extended and covered my entire body.

A second later, the clothing article that was modified simply fell down and exposed my undergarments once more.

"Yeah, 'nother dud Mal." Jay snickered.

"Gotta agree." Carlos snorted. "Are you really Maleficent's daughter?"

"Oh shut up." Mal rolled her eyes. "I don't see you boys lending your clothes to him."

"Now everyone." Evie chastised her companions. "Is that any way to treat your friends?" She asked. "Fairy Godmother won't approve of your behavior."

"And Guilt Tripping us is something she'll approve of?" Carlos fired back.

"Touché."

As the four of them bantered with each other, I saw Mal flip through the pages of a book she's got on her hand.

"I think this'll work." Mal announced. "Beware, Forswear." She began to cast her third spell and her hands glowed once more. "Decent clothes this man shall wear." She exclaimed.

A ball of light, in purplish-green, shot out of Mal's pointing finger as soon as she flicked her wrist and went towards me. The purple-green ball landed on the ridiculously oversized pants that were by my ankles and glowed as a result.

Suddenly, the glow began to blind us.

A few moments later, the glow dimmed gradually until such a time that the only thing glowing were my new clothes.

As soon as the glow faded, I was wearing an open vest that exposed my torso, a pair of black pants and the shinobi sandals I wore when I first embarked on this mission.

"Sick emblem!" Jay exclaimed. "Got to admit that this isn't something I've seen." He continued. "Did you create this Mal along with the clothes?" He inquired.

"Could you describe what you see?" I asked the boy.

"Its just a simple design really." Jay answered. "The entire design looks like a fan with a curved cut at the middle." He described. "Above the cut is colored red and below it is white." He added. "It's simple yet sick." He finished with a compliment.

Jay essentially described my clan's insignia.

The Uchiwa Fan.

I have two theories on how that appeared there through Mal's magic. One is that the spell is more attuned to the receiver than its spell caster.

The other is that, Mal somehow knew of this symbol and emblazoned it on the back of the vest I'm wearing.

"Huh? I just wanted to give him decent clothes." Mal responded. "I never thought of any design when casting the spell."

"You mean to tell me, it's the magic that's styling Jane's and Lonnie's hairs?" Evie questioned.

"Yeah." Mal nodded. "The magic somehow knows what style looks cool or best for them." She added. "I just don't question it." She shrugged.

"I call bull." Jay exclaimed.

"Well, I have the faintest idea on what would look cool or good for them." She admitted." But the magic, the spell, executes it and adds the recipient's personal preferences." She finished.

"Now that's a believable theory." Carlos voiced out.

"Let's keep moving, your parents are still in this cavern somewhere." Mal motioned for her friends to move.

Jay and Carlos simply nodded as the boys helped me move forward while Evie was at the rear looking out from behind.

These kids would make fine shinobi had they been born in my home world.

[justenzhe]

Hey there! I'm back for day seven, and the prompt is favourite fic; I don't really have one tho! There's so many great ones to choose from, everyone in this fandom is so talented;; what's your favourite fic? -🦊

aieee cannot choose a favorite fic. 100% agree: there are so many great ones out there. Usually the ones i love the most get bookmarked (but sometimes I get distracted and never make it back to bookmark, which is a tiny tragedy of its own) so I’ll go ahead and link my ao3 bookmarks :) 

[imsfire2]

Paraesthesia

[written for the prompt “Nerve” for day 4 of rebelcaptain week]

Springtime on Naboo; famous for cherry blossom, new-season wine, and a tradition of long rural hikes in the open air.  It’s the fresh air that’s doing for them all, Jyn thinks, looking at her fiancé fast asleep in one of the balcony chairs.  That and the sense of letting-go of responsibility.  

It’s good to see Cassian get some sleep, anyway.  Even if he could have used the bed, instead of curling up like that, half on his side, in the most ridiculous position imaginable with one leg bunched up under him and his left arm squashing his nose so much it’s impeding his breathing.  The bed is large and very comfortable, almost too comfortable, with its crisp sheets and feather-light quilts, and the perfect balance of softness and support in the mattress.  

But then, if she finds it almost too comfortable, no doubt so does he.  They’ve both had years of never knowing whether tonight’s quarters would still be their home tomorrow, or if a mission would go critical way past midnight and the dog watch become a fight to the death.  Sleep had to be taken when, and where, it could, and they’ve both evolved the skill of sleeping anywhere at any time.  Folding themselves up in a crumple of limbs, cramming themselves into unobserved corners, pillowing heads on arms, on one another, on an unused desk or unmanned gunnery seat.

Cassian looks so innocent when he’s asleep, she thinks, watching the breeze touch his hair, hearing the faint snuffle of his breath; loving him very much, wanting nothing but peace for him.

Behind her the door to their suite opens and K-2 comes in and sets down a large shopping bag on the floor.  “I’ve got everything,” he announces smugly.  “You said Mandalorian whiskey would be hard to find, Jyn, but I had no difficulty in persuading the storekeeper to sell me a bottle.”

Cassian wakes up with a jolt at the sound.  He rubs a hand over his eyes and looks around; sees her, smiles, stands up.  And falls over with a shocked oath.

She really, really wants not to find it funny.  But his face; his dear, precious face, so completely stunned as he says “My leg is dead!” and grabs at the offending limb like someone in a cartoon, bumping it up and down, checking it’s still attached.  “K!  Scan me! – my spine!—“

K-2 stalks over to the balcony doors and looks him over.  “There is no new spinal damage.  None of your old injuries has been destabilised.  There is a 91.6% chance you are experiencing paraesthesia.”

That does it.  “I know I shouldn’t laugh,” Jyn says; but she is laughing and laughing, she can’t help it.  

“What the hells is paraesthesia?” Cassian thumps his right leg miserably, glowering at it.

“A short-term neurological condition caused when a nerve is subject to pinching or pressure, for example through an incorrect posture or sleeping position.  Common name, pins-and-needles.”  K-2 reaches out and puts one massive articulated mitt under Cassian’s arm, hauls him yelping to his feet.  “Jyn gets it a lot,” he adds blithely “and you don’t hear her complain.”

She resists the urge to offer the droid a high five, since he might let go of Cassian to respond and she’s not sure he can stand up unaided yet.  “Thank you, K.”

“You’re welcome.  It was a factual observation, not a compliment.”

“Any more fodder out of you and I’m powering you down for the rest of the day,” Cassian growls.  Yeow, aieee, what the – ow, ow!”  He’s trying to support himself and his face is a study, of irritation, frustration, a sweet confusion.

“I take it there’s some feeling coming back?” she asks.

“That’s one word for it.” He leans on K-2, twitching his leg in a gingerly fashion; swears softly in Festi.  “Jyn, do you really get this?  How come you’ve never said anything?  It’s agony.”

“It passes pretty quickly, I promise.  Just keep moving gently, the burning sensation will get easier.”

“I had no idea it was like this.”  Cassian is sheepish now, which just makes him look even more adorable.  “I thought when people said pins-and-needles it was some sort of a joke but that’s exactly what it feels like.  My own leg is stabbing me!”

Jyn comes closer; cautiously holds out her hand.  “I’m sorry I laughed at you.  I know it isn’t really funny.  But your face…”  She wants to sound contrite but it’s hard to keep a tinge of mischief from her voice.

He gives her a rueful smile. “I was only thinking the other day that I wanted to hear you laugh more. If it has to be at me instead of with me, I’ll cope.”  He grabs at her outstretched hand and pulls her close.  “But if you want to apologise, you could give me a kiss.”

K-2 stands in the balcony door for a moment.  Makes a grinding noise Jyn has come to know as his equivalent of a sigh. “I’ll just let myself out, then.”

“Unless you want a kiss as well?” she suggests.

“I’ll let myself out.”

[momababyetc]

Confused? What To Opt After 10th?

Tips To Select Best Stream After 10th

10th is an important point in an Indian student’s lives. A pupil must identify his / her future at this stage. This is a question that appears before many students which stream to pick after 10th?’. There are three primary streams accessible-Science, Commerce and Arts, which talk about after 10th streams. It is quite normal that at this juncture students get confused. This post will assist you to choose the correct flow. Here I referenced a number of tips and suggestions that allows you to discover the finest stream for you!

You have to wonder why it’s such an important task to select a stream after 10th. Yes, this is a very significant task It is essential because the stream chosen by a pupil will affect to some extent the professional course he/she will follow after finishing 11th and 12th standards And in short, the competent training will define the profession after graduation that he/she can create!

The stream chosen by a student after 10th  can influence a student’s career, directly or indirectly! That’s why it’s a big decision. Before one decides to select a particular stream after 10th, a lot of thinking and research must be done.

Streams to Choose after 10th Class

1. COMMERCE:

Commerce is the most popular stream among students after the 10th standard. The reason for such a stream features both names and fame. The most reputed jobs that everyone wants to grab are featured.

Commerce has a wide variety of career options available such as Chartered Accountancy, CFO, Finance Consultant, Financial Planners, Banking Jobs, Actuals, Foreign Trade, Stock Broking, Cost & Works Accountants, Finance Managers, Portfolio Managers, Economists, etc.

Some of its career choices such as Chartered Accountancy or MBA can take a career to an incredible level. Besides having marvelous financial payouts, these positions are highly respectable in society. It is not necessary to combine courses such as Chartered Accountancy with B.com or M.com.

After 10th, this is the only stream that can be chosen where you can never feel what we can do now. Even if you don’t follow a professional course, many private or public organizations will also welcome you as an accountant or as a teacher.

Business studies, accountancy, business economics are the core subjects taught in the Commerce stream.

2. SCIENCE:

Students who dream of becoming a doctor, engineer, scientist choose science which has many inspiring career choices.

Students who choose science must be clear about their goal before choosing this topic because there are limited career options available. Professions such as Medical, Engineering, and Physicists have an impressive income, but they also require a long term, high investment, and complete commitment.

Medical students will take a long time to study like 8-10 years and besides this, they are not selected for the Govt. To complete their studies, colleges will have to pay high fees.

Engineering students ‘ duration is quite similar to the Commerce stream professional courses, but it is not good for the career to pursue such from a local college. If you really want to be an engineer, choose IIT-JEE, AIEEE, or RPET.

3. ARTS:

The craze for this subject has been reduced with time but you should know that Arts still provides numerous exciting career opportunities such as social works, fashion designers, interior designers, literature, social works, journalism, etc. Although, if you are creative and love innovations, jobs are very limited in such a way, then you can certainly start your own business in a very short span.

The core subjects of the Arts stream are sociology, history, literature, psychology, political science, philosophy, economics, etc.

TIPS TO SELECT THE BEST STREAM AFTER 10TH

1. PAY ATTENTION TO  YOUR  STRENGTHS PERSONALITY, AND APTITUDE:

One has to be realistic when choosing streams after 10th. Adequate attention must be paid to one’s aptitude. If you’re very weak in science subjects (physics, chemistry, mathematics, and biology), you’re going to have a hard time dealing with science subjects! This is why it is necessary to choose a stream according to one’s aptitude! You can take online and regular aptitude tests to find your “range” and “abilities.”

2. UNDERSTAND THE STREAMS INSIDE OUT:

All right, so you know all about personality, aptitude, and strengths that you need to know. But you won’t be able to find out which of them suits the best without knowing details about the streams (e.g. subjects, difficulty, career paths, etc).

Therefore, it becomes necessary to capture as many details as possible about the streams. Find out about information such as educational boards, main subjects, career paths, scope and level of difficulty. You can sit down, analyze and conclude when both sets of data are ready!

3.USE OF EDUCATIONAL COUNSELLING:

You will be able to understand from a qualified education counselor and to find a stream that is right for you! Make use of them when you have access to good counseling facilities. It also helps your parents get an idea of the entire process. This process must involve both students and their parents.

You can seek assistance from your educators if you have no access to a good educational counselor. Professors understand more about you than your name They may know details about your strengths, personality, and traits through a long time of constant interaction with you. They can direct you further on the basis of this understanding and their teaching history.

4. GIVE ATTENTION TO YOUR PASSION OR AREA OF INTEREST:

They’re saying-‘ do what you love.’ Yes, to follow this is a good policy. This will ensure that we remain happy for the rest of our lives! Sit down, hold your hands on paper and pen. Think of your area of interest now. What’s your passion? Jot it on paper. Naturally, more than one entry could be there. Jot all of them down. After that, shorten the list. Eliminate entries other than those you’re really interested in. Finally, you’re going to have one entry you’re most passionate about.

5. CHECK CAREER PROSPECTS, SCOPE, AND POSSIBILITIES

You must give adequate attention to this point if you are a highly academic student and if building a rewarding career is your primary motive. Analyze each stream and examine associated career prospects. Now there are several streams that give access to various jobs. The key is to learn what the future will be in this area. Is demand going to decrease in the future? Does it make recession highly vulnerable? These questions need to be answered.

So, these are some of the tips to choose better stream by which you can opt your stream for your bright future. Select the stream according to your interest for your better future.

[alisonfloresus]

The Features Of An Excellent Engineering Institute

Scoring great in an engineering entrance examination, for example All India Engineering Entrance Examination (AIEEE), is not at all enough, nowadays. The ordeal goes until you have not chosen an apt engineering college. Now many aspirants of the discipline ask in a confused tone, “Which engineering institute is the most apt or best?” The goodness of engineering colleges is defined from a variety of features.

Too many cooks spoil the broth

At present, a large number of engineering colleges are under construction and a few are expecting recognition from the mighty University Grants Commission (UGC). A horde of applied science colleges can really muddy the waters for a wannabe engineer. With so many engineering institutes coming up, it becomes puzzling for an aspirant to select a specific one. Continue reading further to know the features that define goodness of the best engineering colleges.

Infrastructure

Infrastructure is one of the basic features that have to be considered while selecting an applied science institute. Many people have the misconception that infrastructure of a college is nothing but a regal edifice. The definition of infrastructure, however, includes much more than a nice-looking building. The term infrastructure, in actuality, refers to the capacity of a college to offer students facility that assists in their intellectual development. The infrastructure of an applied science college comprises:-

* Administrative building * Classroom * Laboratories (computer science, chemistry, biology, electrical, physics, electronics, among others) Workshop

Each of the above-mentioned facilities helps students in analyzing, studying and learning during the four-year time period. Thus, a robust infrastructure has to be looked before selecting an applied sciences college.

Faculty

Just like infrastructure, faculty is very important in creating technologists of tomorrow. An applied science college’s faculty plays a cardinal role in shaping the intellect of future engineers. The faculty of an engineering college, in general, comprises:-

* Professors * Lecturers * Readers

Additionally, colleges offering technological courses should have regular sessions from visiting faculties. Visiting faculties can be eminent, retired professors and influential personalities too. Each and every faculty member should have excellent teaching experience. Further, while selecting an applied science college, students should know its teacher-student ratio. An ideal teacher-student ratio for all applied science colleges is1:10.

Additional facilities

Each and every applied science college should have necessary facilities that help in personality development of future engineers. The facilities that must be present within such an institute include:-

* Library * Internet * Hostel * Intranet * Seminar hall * Gym * Students club

Placements

A college’s placement track records speak for its excellence. Placements cannot be the sole factor for selecting a college, but they should not be ignored either. Placements happen in an applied science institute because of several factors, including its:-

* Infrastructure * Alumni * Faculty * Facilities * Rank

All the Best Private Engineering Colleges in India and other parts of the world have the features that are mentioned above. In spite of all the above-mentioned factors, the talent of students plays the most significant role in building their careers.

from JournalsLINE http://journalsline.com/2017/05/24/the-features-of-an-excellent-engineering-institute/ from Journals LINE https://journalsline.tumblr.com/post/161017266545

[imtylerim]

Paralegal Schools Vs Law School

DCE is the Delhi institute of Engineering and is one of the most reputed engineering colleges in China. They are for admission in bachelor engineering colleges in Delhi. Cracking DCE isn't an easy activity. Entrance of DCE is not any below IIT or AIEEE entrance. The paper is set this sole objective in your thoughts that only the brightest and diligent kids can crack it. You require deserve if you need to get into an advanced like DCE. Students who do lots of hard work and exercise under the proper guidance and motivation don't find it problematical to crack DCE. In the mathematics achievement section problem solving and mathematical knowledge will be tested. Within the upper level geometry and algebra are often examined. No calculators are allowed in the exam so your son or daughter's mental arithmetic must work well. SNAP 2010, the kiit mbbs counselling for your institutes in the Symbiosis International University often be held on Sunday, December 19, the year 2010. The registration process will be over on Friday, November 26, the new year. A: Comprise difference normally FMS kiitee exam has lots of many questions as in comparison to the other exams. It tests the incidence with which a person can solve concerns. Since lucrative around 200 questions staying solved in 120 minutes, with truly a minute per question, the difficulty level is slightly less costly. This is true for the Quant, DI and Comprehensive Passage work areas. But the Verbal Ability section requires really good vocabulary as the synonyms and antonyms of words aren't ones discovered in everyday expressions. A person can pretty quickly score well in this if he builds on his terms. Also, the 50 percentile cut-off required in each section means that students don't slack any kind of section. Reading Comprehension section pretty straight forward with focus on speed. So don't get daunted with length of your passage as everyone will face the same difficulty. Changed around completely is for smart at reading the passage. A quick glance over the questions is needed one judge the depth to that your passage end up being read. Sometimes, just skimming through the passage also helps. The idea is to devise a strategy on the spot based with a situation. These are skills which an MBA needs to have and the FMS exam tests candidates on all of them. The kiitee result for the NYPD will have a regarding scenario based questions. This means that the questions will simulate events whereas measure what you will really actually do if on these situations. For example, thankfully section that measures your recall skill. The reason is that while on patrol, you must remember descriptions and most wanted faces. You must have to be that may recall anyone have seen, heard and experienced down to the smallest detail. CAT 2013 saw a decline more than 9% in its registrations from CAT 2012. Total registrations for CAT 2013 closed at around 194,516 while CAT 2012 registration was at couple of.14 lakhs. The CAT 2013 aspirants took the test in a 20-day test window between October 16 and November 11, the year 2013. Not all the registered number of candidates took the CAT 2013 and also the total associated with absentees on the test was more than twenty plethora. Revealing the facts, IIMs and Prometric had also admitted that although 194,516 was variety registered for CAT 2013 but actual test takers were only 173,738. You could have a very pleasant connection with settling in this fabulous country that provides equal opportunities of growth to everyone. You commence loving america soon on immigration and shall be proud in saying it. Summary: The two entrance exams may be different, nevertheless the preparation strategies are basically the same. Go the particular instructions quickly. So popular, it has been choosen as these working days.

Resource: They stop focusing on the possible or believable and instead focus on the practical and life like. I learn to consider out for myself and start learning on my actually own. Test preparation is crucial to many enrollees.

[marithlizard]

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that the best way to make yourself write is to have something else you really ought to be doing instead.  Part 2/4 of a short story about sisters in the world of Remnant. 

  Part 1 is here.  "Crystal!  Oh, thank the gods, Crystal!"

The voice brought her floating up out of uneasy dreams.   She forced her sticky eyelids open and looked into Iris' crying face.  Oh.  Oh! 

 "You're alive,"  she tried to say, but it came out a pained shapeless rasp.  Her mouth and throat were so dry they hurt.   So did her head. She held up her hands, cupped together, trusting that her most practical sister would figure it out.

And she did.  "Okay.  Water, okay.  I'll get some."   Iris fumbled through the pack next to her and pulled out her leather cup;  she hesitated, looking at it, and then reached for Crystal's two packs as well.  Among them they yielded another cup and a hammered-metal canteen, and a sieve-cloth for straining.  

"I'll be right back."  Crystal watched her sister go blearily and tried to wake up more.  It was daytime, midmorning by the angle of the sun.  They were both alive.  The fire was down to a pile of glowing embers and ash.   The cabin - the cabin!   Fear jolted through her and she turned to look, scrabbling for her cane-branch though she knew it was stupid.  The door was still closed and overgrown.  No movement behind the window.

Had she imagined it? No, no she hadn't.  Unlike Russet's, her memories did not get mixed up with flights of fancy.  Crystal stretched out her leg carefully, said ow, and resigned herself to not walking for at least two more days.  A splint shouldn't be needed if she stayed off it. And, well, if the Grimm - or something else - attacked, a splint wouldn't help.

By the time Iris came back with a cup in each hand and the canteen slung around her neck,  Crystal was sorting through the spread-out contents of all three packs.   She and her sisters had collected what they could for the journey: bandages, ointment, dried meat and fruit, small tools for each of them.   Soleil had the length of oiled cloth.  Russet had stolen the bow and arrows right before they left.

They'd never planned for being split up.

"Not bad,"  mused Iris, looking it all over while Crystal forced herself to sip and not guzzle.  "Whoever owned this other pack,  we should say a prayer for them tonight.  Their stuff may keep us alive."

Crystal held water in her mouth for a few moments, savoring the feel of it against her tongue after so long, then swallowed.  "You can pray if you want," she said roughly.  "I never will again."  Not after what happened.

"The gods aren't to blame."

"They didn't help either."

Iris was smart enough not to argue.  Instead she said, "Why haven't you searched the cabin yet?"

"There's something in there."   The water was gone, and Crystal already wanted more.  Patience, she told her body.   "Something really weird.  Not an animal, not a Grimm...it's like something out of Russet's stories."

"That's..."  Iris trailed off before saying impossible.   "If you're describing it like that, then I'm really curious.  And creeped out."   She took Crystal's stick and walked up to the window.  Cautiously, she tapped twice on the glass.

"Aieee!"  She leaped backward,  falling on her butt and wriggling backwards much as Crystal had done.  

"Stay calm.  It can't get out.  I don't think it's even tried."  Crystal watched her sister take deep breaths,  visibly repeating "In. Out." to herself much like she had last night.   She tried to project steady reassurance.  "This is still the best place to wait for the others.  And now there's two of us to keep watch.  We can do this."

"...Right.  You're right, Crystal. As usual."   Iris scrambled to her feet and picked up the fallen stick.   "Actually, I thought I saw something else."  She approached the window again and peered in, this time without tapping.   Then she went very still.

A minute passed.  It felt like ten.   "Iris?"  Crystal said eventually.  Carefully, calmly.  "What do you see?"

"It's a person."    Finally Iris backed away again, shaking her head.  "There's a person trapped in there."

"That's impossible."   The vines growing through the hinges were years-thick.

"It's wearing clothes."

There was nothing to say to that.  So they didn't.  Iris cut more branches and gourds out of the garden, and Crystal toasted pieces of the sweet orange flesh on sticks.   Several more trips to the river quenched their thirst and eventually required a latrine trench, dug in the earth with hands and their knives.   They built the fire higher this time.   Neither of them mentioned Soleil or Russet, or the past, or the future.

For the hundredth time,  Crystal thought about how different life in the city must be.  Behind those great stone walls with hundreds of guards it would be safe to talk about anything.  To scream, cry, rage, shout at each other until you'd both gotten all the terrible feelings out.   To be as afraid or sad as strongly as you needed for as long as you needed it.  

In the city,  their mother would have survived.

As the sun began to set, Iris left off digging in the garden and pried a board out  of the sagging fence around the clearing.  She laid it down flat by the fire and began to arrange things on it:  her cup, two-thirds full,  several pieces of toasted gourd, one square of hard bread from the stranger's pack.

"What are you doing?"

"I've been thinking," said Iris, staring down at the makeshift tray.  "To stay here tonight and not be afraid, I have to think it's a person.   And if it's a person, then they need help."

Oh, no.  "Can't we test that theory in the middle of the day? Maybe when I'm able to run?"  

"I can't wait that long.  I'm going to do it now, before it gets dark."   Helplessly,  Crystal watched her sister walk away with the food.  Fear twisted in her gut;  breathe, she ordered herself.  In, out.   She'd been lucky yesterday, when she first saw the thing in the cabin and it had taken hours to get her feelings under control.   They couldn't count on luck holding.

Iris put the tray down by the door and got to work on the hinges with her knife.  The vines must've been softer than they looked; it was only a few minutes until she took hold of the doorknob, breathed in and out and in and out, squared her shoulders and pulled.

The door creaked open with a puff of dust everywhere;  Crystal could see it settling on the food, and hoped that cryptids weren't too fussy.  There, framed in the doorway, sat the thing.

Iris had been right. It was wearing clothes,  a shirt and pants so old they were disintegrating and much too large for it. A vest that looked like leather had held up somewhat better.  The thing had a beard, a long scraggly white one, and a balding head poking out of a  fuzzy halo of pale hair.  It blinked at Iris and said nothing at all.

She coughed, waving away the dust with a hand.  "Sorry.  Um.  Hello,  sir.   My name is Iris.  I'm on a journey to the city, and I'm waiting for my sisters.  This is my other sister Crystal."  She pointed, and the thing turned its head and looked directly at Crystal.   She raised her hand and wiggled the fingers in a tremulous wave.

I will never ever doubt Iris' nerve again, she thought.

"We made some food for you,"  continued Iris doggedly.  "It's not much, but it's what we could find.  I hope it's okay for us to stay here until our sisters arrive. "  

She moved the tray directly in front of the thing, nearly touching it - Crystal caught her breath - and backed away.   After a few moments it reached out a long-nailed hand, very slowly, and picked up the leather cup.    Iris nodded.  

"Okay. We'll bring you more tomorrow.  Good night, sir."  Iris jogged back to the fire, only a little too fast to be casual,and sat down with a sigh of relief.

"Crystal, it's just a man. He looks almost starved to death.  He can't have the strength to hurt anyone."

"But that's - impossible."  She'd circled the cabin yesterday and seen no other exit.  "How could he have survived?"

"I don't know."    

They sat in silence and practiced calm breathing until moonrise.   This time Crystal was able to make herself look outward for Grimm during her watch, even if she did occasionally glance back over her shoulder.   She didn't suggest closing the cabin door again, although she wanted to.  

Later, she lay with fingers in her ears, trying not to hear Iris praying.   "Lord of the Waters, Lady of the Broken Moon, thank you for your blessings.  We're grateful for the strangers we meet and the gifts they leave us; teach us to be kind to strangers in our turn."

Something much older heard as well, and was thoughtful.

The next morning, when Iris brought more water,  the man rasped out words for the first time.

"Thank you."