#what souls are made of his and mine are the same etcetera etcetera so and so forth

[p-sunghoonies]

Chris rambling on bubble about whatever the fuck 🤝🏾 me rambling on the dash.

[sweettodo]

Rolling ⟿ Hisoka x fem!reader

Includes : praising, smut, watersports, consumption of alcohol, use of molly, swearing.

Word count : 4,8k

A/N, I haven’t really written something like this, I’ve never taken molly but I did sorta look it up, I don’t condone using molly, nor do I condone drinking. This smut is for the sole purpose of a little fun night.

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"And who might you be?"

••

The event was at it’s prime, everyone chatting, drinking, eating, I hated the idea of coming but disregarded those thoughts the second I got ahold of some alcohol.

"I'm y/n, you?" The dark yet beautifully illuminated ballroom created a sparkle from my red gown, etching out my body to my liking. The tall man who stood two feet away from me devours me with his devilish yellow eyes; his charismatic smirk which quickly lured me in for more.

"Hm, I'm Hisoka, but enough about me. You're so exciting to look at, I must admit." I smile and blush, looking down at the rest of my dress.

"Thank you, what brings you here?" I change the subject, standing in the main area of the ballroom, the bar a reach away, I needed it.

"Ahh, just work business, and you?" While he talks, I observe what he's wearing; a black on black suit, his multicolored hair which was more or less intriguing.

"The same, I'm here with my Co. Owner." I smile, a server comes from Hisoka's right, a plate with champagne, he stands in front of us, I graciously take one and Hisoka does the same, thanking the waiter. His eyes slightly widen as he sips from the glass.

"A lady a charge?" He's tilted against the column, we look at each other intently, I kinda liked his vibe.

"Yep, what can I say!" I giggle, he retorts with a light chuckle, his low eyes captivating me more and more.

While you observed the man in front of you, you weren’t the only one, Hisoka was excited. He undressed you with his eyes so sensually, he could have ravaged you right there. The way your hair paired perfectly with your dress, your makeup was to impress others, you didn’t do this for yourself. You wanted people to look at you, Hisoka picked up on your undertoned confidence and he knew that he liked you. You also had a bite to your personality, he liked the power you held.

‘How have I not met her sooner?’

"Do you plan on going straight back to the hotel room? Or another party?" Hisoka shakes his thoughts out of his head, watching the pretty lady raise an eyebrow in return.

‘Another party? Well.. was I not invited or something?’ I shrug.

"I'd head to another party; if I had known one existed." I roll my eyes, he stands straight and turns around quickly, placing the empty glass on the high table next to us.

"It was more of a word of mouth thing; I'd be happy to take you as my plus one? But the scene might be different as you’re used to..."

"Who did you come with tonight?" I ask, changing the subject from the party for a light minute, wanting to be nosy, what if he had come with a woman.

"Just a few friends, god knows where they are." He jokes, I laugh, my fingers rolling the neck of my glass, swirling and swallowing the last sip of alcohol. The hot feeling in my stomach from the drink making me feel more loose and relaxed, ‘I could go with him to a party, where’s the harm?’

"We should." I nod simply, he smiles and wastes no time taking my empty glass from my hand. Swiftly placing it on a servers tray as the kid walked by. He signals for me to follow him. Leading the way and I follow close behind, my hand gently holding up the fabric of my dress so I don't trip, 'he was so tall', and quiet, who the fuck was this guy I've never even seen him before?

"Is it off base if I say that you strike me as very mysterious?" I toss my hunch out there, he looks back at me when we reach valet.

"I'd like to see myself as more of the withdrawn type." He sticks out his hand, I grab it, it was soft, his fingers long and lanky. He led me a few steps ahead when a car pulls up, opening the passenger side door of a black matte Camero; with red interior. 'Nice pick y/n' I do a little jig of accomplishment and slight excitement before he hops in the sports car.

He pulls the car out of park speedily and drives out of the culdesac.

"What do you do for work, Hisoka?" I ask him, he glanced at me, a hand holding his chin while his elbow sits on the middle console.

"I dip into a little of everything, call me an opportunist." He simply answers. There was a big lie right there, I've been able to pick apart things being true or false since childhood; my tack record never really failing me, he didn't need to know that.

"I own an agency, if you were curious."

But he assumed this. He guessed it when he recalled your name during tonights convo, she owned an agency, more like a school for beginning nen users, she raked in millions a year. A firecracker, determined and strong willed woman she was.

"My, quite fascinating, you must be of some talent, yeah?" He asks, a little of a misogynist thing to ask but I quickly shake it off, Hisoka speeds down the highway and I look out the front window.

"I guess." I hum, I glance at his hands, they kinda made me excited- the size...

Minutes later we arrive at a gated neighborhood, he swings his car through the entrance of the gates and I become excited, finally I could really get fucked up.

"Aren't we a little too overdressed for a house party?" I chuckle, he pulls up the the front of the house.

"This isn't your average party babygirl, no one cares what you'll be wearing." Babygirl? A slight cringe at how loosely he used the word. I furrow my eyebrows, before being able to question him someone is swinging open my door along with the drivers side. It was elegant- he looked... so good.

"Not my average party hu-" my mouth falls open a little before I look at him. I knew these some of these people. It was packed. But Hisoka never stopped shuffling through the crowd, leading me down the few stairs and ignoring any welcomes that came his way.

We reach a basement door, he knocks twice before opening it and he lets me in. There were a bunch of couches, a TV, a bar, kitchen etcetera. Everyone looked like they were rolling, drunk maybe?

No. Not rolling on the floor literally. But rolling on some type of psychedelic, or shitfaced for sure. My heart falls in my throat, baffled.

"I don't get into this kinda thing." I nervously chuckle, stepping away from him, he frowns, lifting his hand to my shoulder, caressing it.

"You will soon." I smirks, grabbing my hand and leading me deeper into the foyer. I look around, it looked fun, I wanted to feel it but I would leave myself open to being taken advantage of.

"Drink?" Standing in front of the bar, he pours vodka into a glass, I smirk. ‘Who was this man?’ I liked him, I ignore my slight anxiousness.

"Mhh, gladly; thank you." I hum, taking it from him, right as I'm about to drink from the glass he stops me, covering the opening of the glass with his palm.

"You'll be very- what's the word? Hot, if you drink that by the way." Referencing to the drink, is that what he did for a living, reeled women in to sex them up on molly and champagne?

"You want to take care of me? Hot and bothered Mr. Morow?" I lean into him, his head slightly dipped down so he can hear me, in all honesty, I already was hot and bothered. His bloodlust licking all over my body and seeping into my pores, he smelled amazing, the tone of his voice got me stirring in my shoes.

I look up at him through my thick eyelashes and he bites down onto his lip in anticipation on what was to come.

"You wanna get me vulnerable?" I reach up and scissor the fold of his black blazer, stroking it slightly, "you wanna take advantage of me Hisoka? Coulda’ just told me what you wanted from the jump." There had to have been something in the air.

While on the other end of things, Hisoka’s breath was quickly sucked out in a bit of a shock. His heart thudding a little faster than usual; god he could tear you up.

“I’m stronger than you think I am Hisoka,” I giggle. I was, I was always on my A game.

“What kind of man would that make me y/n?” He smirks, pressing his cheek against mine and whispering, “if I wanted to take advantage of you, I would’ve torn you to pieces before we even got into my car.” I gulp and pull away from him slowly, mustering up the courage and taking a swig out of the cup and his eyes widen, I stop halfway down the drink and press him to drink the rest.

“Go on, drink it Hisoka, you wanted to get me fucked up.” I chuckle, he pushes the cup and pours his own.

“Drink all of it, you wont regret it.”

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My head was spinning, the walls dipping in and out, swirling, my third eye was 100% open for sure. I sat on the ‘L’ shaped couch, Hisoka diagonal from me sitting comfortably on the corner, we didn’t really talk. Or maybe we were talking? I really was out of it. I didn’t pay attention to the other party goers, there were around 30 people down here.

While he looked over at the wall, I started deep into his soul. The more I looked at him the more I envisioned him on top of me in some dimly lit room.

“Hmm, y/n, if you keep looking at me like that who knows what I’ll end up doing to you.” My eyes quickly snap up to meet his own.

I was so empty headed I didn’t have the capability of feeling embarrassed.

“What are you gonna do about it?” Hisoka’s dick slighty twitched in his pants. He was already pussywhipped.

He needed you.

He looked at me seductively, eyes low. I bit on my bottom lip; a one night stand wouldn’t hurt. It’s been so long, although you were so intoxicated you had no idea how this would go, nonetheless feeling much more bold.

Hisoka was right, you were hot. Your body throbbing, everything was definitely more sensitive, tingling almost.

Hisoka was restless, he knew that he was going to make you his little plaything.

He couldn’t help it; standing, he taps on your shoulder and ushers you up, grabbing your elbow and slightly dragging you down the darkened hallway, it made you dizzy, your eyes spiraling and colors accentuated and it made you see new weird versions of colors, ‘is this real?’

He opens a door and flicks on the light, your eyes needing to adjust to the weird vibrating walls.

You weren’t able to talk much, everything sounded foreign when it left your lips, like a jumble of noises so you held back talking. He shuts the door quickly and walking back towards you, towering over your body. Your heals slip off your feet when Hisoka is pushing you onto the bed, your legs slightly falling open and you stare at him through your lashes, looking like a whore.

He leans over you, his knees pressed on either side of your own, pinning your wrists back above your head, you bite down onto your tongue. Leaning into you, he dives into your neck, bitting and gnawing at the bit. You breathe out a slight whimper; almost undetectable.

Senses heightened, you felt like you could taste him already. He nibbles and licks down the v line of your dress, he radiated a hot and intense vibe, you were stunned. You were also beyond horny.

Hisoka moves his knee up to your cunt, you gasp when he applies the littlest pressure. He pulls up and looks at you.

“I can feel your heartbeat on my knee.” He states, I blush and look away.

“That’s because I’m horny.” I admit, he smirks and uses one of his hands to tuck hair back.

“Are you now... what can we do about that?” He purrs, mouth pressed against your ear and you shivered. Tugging slightly against his grip, he releases you, your hands land on his chest, trailing down and unbuttoning the single button on his black blazer.

“No Hisoka, what are you going to do about that?” You send him a smug look and push him off you slightly, you felt confident so why not have a little more fun than usual.

“My my, are you insinuating you’re going to use me?”the undertone of sarcasm made you laugh, you push up onto your knees and he falls on his back.

“Mhm, I’m going to fuck you until all your kids are dumped into me.” Lifting up your dress slightly so you could straddle his waist, he stares at you with his tongue being pinched by his teeth.

You roll your hips as you tug apart the strings that kept your dress closed, watching him as you smirked, he picked up quickly what you were doing and bunched up your dress from your legs, slowly taking it off and over your body, throwing it to the side, he sits up; and since his legs still hung off the bad, this was easier for him to sit comfortably and as close to you as possible.

His hands tickle down your sides, ending up at your lower back as he pulls you into his grasp tightly, grinding against his dick in the process. You lean back slightly, pushing the blazer off of him and he shimmies it off, you start unbuttoning this shirt and his hands caress your butt, following your tailbone and gripping.

You push off his shirt and he was breathtaking. His toughly toned chest, hard as a rock. Abs galore, his shoulders broad and his biceps huge.

“Let me know when you’re done staring.” You roll your eyes and let him toss the shirt on the floor.

You were definitely disoriented, but aware enough to consent but you were 100% felt empty headed besides the fact you could smell colors. Neither was Hisoka, he looked at you while he sworn you were moving so much more slow, you weren’t; but he thought you were teasing him.

He moves his hands to explore your body, feeling your soft and warm skin. His hands knead your boobs, like it was something he’s never felt before.

You push yourself off of him, “stand up and get on the bed fully.” You demand, he stands, but before he can plop back down, you unclasp the button on his slacks, hesends you a smug glance, looking down at your small hands compared to his wide waist, he was going to absolutely fucking obliterate you and you had no idea.

“You won’t be in charge for long my love, but I suppose I’ll let you have your fun.” Hisoka whispers, you could’ve fallen apart right there, but you held it together for the sake of the challenge he bestowed upon you.

He tugs his slacks off and you watch him with puppy eyes, the air coming from his nose hitched, you didn’t even bother to look at how hard he was, while he stares down at you, your hand climbs the back of his neck, standing on your toes more to kiss him.

Once you guys find yourself deep in a messy make out session, he taps your ass so he can pick you up. You jump a little and wrap your legs around his hard waist, feeling so high up you didn’t even know if he was really this tall or if it could be being literally high off molly altered your state.

He drops down onto the bed, you gasp when his clothed dick slides across your clothed cunt, it sat against your stomach as you looked down and your eyes widen, looking at how... how fucking big he was.

He scooches back so his head upper body is against the headboard.

“You seem intimidated, are you scared I’ll break you?” The smug look on his face made you laugh.

“Nope.” You were lying right through your fucking teeth. You were terrified; his cock was fucking huge.

You roll circles against his throbbing cock as you both took turns sucking and biting on each others necks, he left strong hickies and bite marks all over your chest.

He was so close to coming which was extremely unlike him, he could last for so long and was pissed that the drugs were bringing him so close to the edge.

“I’m giving you a few more minutes before I’m taking control.” He hums, you allow him to take control prematurely.

“Take control of me now Hisoka.” You purr in his ear, he takes action, swiftly pushing you up and slipping your panties down your thighs and shoving you on your back so your head was on the pillows.

He rips your panties off, you kick them off your ankle and his hand trails up your abused chest, hand gripping your neck. You were seeing fucking stars, literally? You didn’t know you were so high; but you did notice the peak was slowly ending.

You stick your hand down and it falls into the waistband of his boxers, he grabs your wrist and throws it back at you. “Don’t touch me.” He snarled, knowing it sounded rude, this was only because he was so close to nutting that if she even do much as stroked him he’d bust.

He tugs at his boxers and while your swollen lips and sliding his tongue in your mouth, you feel his sly hand rubbing your thigh and opening it, his hand grabs the headboard and the other one is holding your thigh open widely.

“You gonna let me put it in?” You whisper a little sassy, he looks at you with mean- intense eyes.

“My love, you won’t be able to as much move when I’m done with you, keep the attitude to a minimum.” He growls, your leg wrapping around his back and as he pins your thigh down, Hisoka knowing you were about to attempt to slam your legs closed.

He slowly slides into your dripping pussy. All he could think about was being enveloped in your hot walls. Savoring the feeling, he had enough self control to slowly enter into you. Your eyebrows furrowing and your mouth falling open, you watch him slowly fill you up.

You couldn’t even think of words, or noises for that matter, your brain drowning in loud red colors and your eyes were only looking at him, you didn’t even know what the room around you looked like. You were spinning, your body felt like it was trembling and twitching. He gives a tiny thrust to finish filling you up and your legs jolt, attempting to squeeze shut when he hits your cervix. It hurt so bad, you wince and your eyes screw shut.

He on the other hand was captivated by your beautiful body and scent, he couldn’t wait to watch you fall apart and drip cum all over him.

Hisoka pulls back, the pain making things feel a little more real; you look into his eyes, his golden eyes, pupils dilated from the drug- as he swears he can feel every nerve in your twitching cunt. Lowly, he lets out a little chuckle before yanking your leg up further and he picks up the pace, it was so sensual. You never made love but if it was anything like this and you didn’t even know the man? This was a culture shock.

You glance up at his bicep, trailing up towards the headboard, his hand clenches tighter on the headboard, you see him begin to white-knuckle the wood and your eyes widen, glancing at him. Seconds later, he has your face twisting into immense pleasure when the pace picks up, he releases your thigh from his grasp and grabs your throat, leaning in and licking slowly down your jawline, the pounding of his cock into your pussy feeling euphoric, your head spun, lacking oxygen, still high, you can tell he had finished his peak, his thrusts becoming more stable.

The snapping of Hisoka’s hips, you were finally able to get the clogged up moans that begged to come out. Finally, when he heard your moan, he began sweating. His hair becoming a little slick, falling down to his shoulders.

“O-h my god.” You groan, your stomach tightening, you wrap your arm around his neck and his flexed arm hold him up neck to your head.

“You want me to fuck you harder pretty girl?” Hisoka grunts, you let out a whine, fingers intertwining into the hair at his scalp.

“Yes please.” You mewl; this is was his moment to really get down to business, he pushes off the rattling headboard. He swiftly gets off of you, but roughly shoving you by your shoulder onto your hands and knees, he rips your arms from underneath you, causing you to fall harshly into the bed; holding them tight while he reaches off the side of the bed and picks up his tie.

His dick sitting pretty between your ass cheeks- hard as a rock, he ties you up. You bite down on your bottom lip, almost sad you couldn’t rub your hands all over him and touch him.

“God, your pussy is so pretty.” He mumbles, pulling your cheeks opposite from each other so he can get the view of the pretty cunt he was about to tear up. He spits onto your already dripping pussy before quickly picking up where he left off, the difference being he didn’t hesitate to pound hard into your cervix. You let out a screech and attempt to move away but he grounds your hips and gives you strong thrusts, not holding back, Hisoka disregarding your little screams from the pain.

“Does that hurt? You’re so fucking tight; no wonder it hurts so bad.” He grits, angrily fucking me. You become more and more vocal, screaming into the mattress. You pleaded for him to untie you.

“Y-you’re fucking ruthless H-Hisoka,” you moan between thrusts, he chuckles.

Hisoka was so close to coming, it took him more willpower then he’d like to admit. He brings his hand up and slams it down onto your ass. The slap ringing through the room.

You let out a throaty groan, tears soaking the bedsheet from your eyes. You had gotten used to the pain, but he filled every crevice in your pussy, you could feel absolutely everything, from his veins to his cock twitching.

You’re so close to releasing, his name falling out of your mouth incoherently and swears following the screams. Hisoka groaned and held down your arch so he could drill into you. You screamed, for mercy? His dick nor himself cared how bad far he was reaching. He brings his hand down again into a hard slap, you cry out and moan. He loved it, encouraging him to go faster. “My god, princess, you enjoy me hurting you with my cock and my hand? What else can I do to you?” You whine and you feel your juices drip down your thigh, you can came and didn’t even know it. Hisoka pulls out and listens to you moan, groan and cry while your legs shake and smirks.

“Untie me please, Hisoka I need to touch you.” You whine, he rubs your ass.

“Hmm well, I could, but I won’t.” He yanks you up by the hair and hair hand runs down your throat, your throat was dry, makeup running down your flustered face. He could come just looking at your face. He never felt that way before, it had to be the heightened senses from the drugs.

He sits against the headboard once again and without untying you he pulls you by your thighs and slowly pushes you down onto his cock. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, hissing when he grabs you by the hips and shoved himself into you.

He stares at your pretty lace bra and disheveled face as he bounces you up and down, your mouth forming a perfect ‘o’, practically going cross eyes he was reaching so deep into you. “Y-you’re so big.” You whine, unable to look into his eyes because you could barely keep them open.

“You’re taking my cock so well.” His chest riding and falling, it wasn’t as fast as he liked but he knew he was filling you up as much as he could, fitting his cock into your pussy as he pleased.

He flexed his back, lifting you still and snapping his hips into you. You practically collapse, hair sticking to your forehead and drool coming from your mouth. You scream and your legs begin to quiver.

“A-Ah! I need to pee” You wail as you feel another orgasm wash over your body, he doesn’t slow down but he remains at the same speed, only making the orgasm stronger, he moves a hand and rubs your bud in a pressurized circular motion. A mixture of piss and cum gushes out of your beaten pussy and you have no control of your body, falling forward onto his shoulder and he catches you.

The sound of wet skin slapping against each other filled the room, not stopping you even whilst releasing. He was so thrilled seeing you squirt all over him. Smirking slyly.

“Do you want me to fill you with my seed pretty girl? Have my kids pour out of that tight little pussy?” He grits, moving you back down onto your back and pulling up your numb legs. He needed to come in you now. Drilling into you like no tomorrow. You begged for him to untie you again and again.

He didn’t listen, brutally fucking you. Fucking you so hard your walls clenched so hard he could barely reach as deep. He was so close, Hisoka panting as he begins feeling dizzy, his dick twitched before abruptly stopping, slowly thrusting after a moment, hitched breathing and sweat dripping into your crunched up stomach.

Coincidentally, the slow thrusts made you orgasm again, convulsing and your muscles twitching as you both chased one of the strongest climax you’ve each had. Sniffling and trying to stop the tears, your ass and pussy still twitching as he pulled out of you, he stared sensually at your cunt, watching his own seed spill out of you.

After a few moments, he stops himself from falling in love with your cunt that he just stretched out to fit his desire. He lifted you up by the tied arm and slipped his tie off your wrists, setting you free.

Before you’re able to do anything, he runs his fingers up your slit slowly and carefully, picking up both of your cum, he lifts his hand and grabs your jaw, you instantly open your mouth and stick your tongue out, he sticks his two fingers down your throat and you suck on them, swallowing some of his seed. “Good girl, I didn’t even have to tell you.”

You wipe under your eyes and he smirks.

“We could stay here for the night, or we can go back to my place?” He hums in question. You just drop your back onto the bed. Trying to compose yourself.

“Yeah.” You sigh, panting slightly, he hands you his shirt and you slip it on and button it up.

This was the first time you were now looking around to see where you were, the high slowly reaching an end. You wondered what time it was, hoping to find a clock. Hisoka looks at his phone, ‘1:30am’ it read. He and you had both taken the drug at 9.

He slips on his pants and opens the foreign closet, he didn’t know what to find but when he saw a black t shirt he took it and slipped it on, it fit. He snoops through the closet and tries to find pants for you. He sees a pair of basketball shorts and tosses them towards you, you catch them and try to move as little as possible.

He sees you struggle to put them on and smiles, biting his tongue to prevent him from saying something arrogant. He was so fucking tickled that he fucked your legs into becoming numb and paralyzed.

He steps over at you and crouches down, he grabs the waistband and slips them over your legs. He should’ve warned you his dick would hurt you so bad, but he was so high he didn’t even think to mention it. Hisoka takes your hand and gently leads you to your feet. You feel like your organs had been shifted and you felt empty and cold.

As you and him quietly make your way through the house, people still resides there and the music was as loud as when you first arrived, no one really paid you any mind; which surprised you because your hair was a rats nest and you looked homeless. Barefoot, you and him walk to his car, more like limped.

“I feel like I’ve been split in half.” You mumble as Hisoka helps you into the car, he chuckles. While shutting the door and quickly making his way to the drivers side, he slides in and instantly starts the car.

He begins to drive down the road and out of the gated neighborhood, he puts his hand on your trembling thigh, glancing over at your wrecked face.

“My love, just wait til’ you see what I have waiting for you when we get home.”

[petrichoravellichor]

Title: A New Kind of Life

Wordcount: ~10k

Rating: T

Summary: What if, when Sam and Dean break into the Empty, Cas isn’t the only one they save? A post-15x19 fix-it fic in which Crowley gets a second shot at the redemption (and family) he deserves.

(Read on Ao3)

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Chapter 3 (of 5) (Ch. 1, Ch. 2., Chs. 4 & 5)

"When I suggested you take on the Mark of Cain, I didn't know this was going to happen. Not really. I mean, I might not have told you the entire truth. But I never lied. I never lied, Dean. That's important. It's fundamental. But...there is one story about Cain that I might have...forgotten to tell you. Apparently, he, too, was willing to accept death, rather than becoming the killer the Mark wanted him to be. So he took his own life with the blade. He died. Except, as rumor has it, the Mark never quite let go. You can understand why I never spoke of this. Why set hearts aflutter at mere speculation? It wasn't until you summoned me...no, it wasn't truly until you left that cheese burger uneaten...that I began to let myself believe. Maybe miracles do come true. Listen to me, Dean Winchester: what you're feeling right now—it's not death. It's life—a new kind of life. Open your eyes, Dean. See what I see. Feel what I feel. And let's go take a howl at that moon."

—Crowley to Dean, 09x23 "Do You Believe in Miracles?"

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The following evening, there’s a knock on his door. “Crowley? Hey, you in there?”

Crowley looks up from his book. He hasn’t spoken to Dean since that day in the war room, when they’d all returned from the Empty. From a tactical standpoint, it’s been very easy: all Crowley’s had to do is keep largely to his room during the day and save visits to any common spaces for the late night hours. This is the first time in a good long while Dean’s made it a point to seek him out alone, and it’s that more than anything that makes Crowley decide he actually wants to hear what Dean has to say.

Still, no point in making it easy on the bastard. “That depends,” Crowley calls back, aiming for nonchalance. “What have you brought me?”

“Ha ha. Open up, asshole,” says Dean, but the epithet contains about as much malice as the bitch he occasionally lobs at Sam. “We, uh. We need to talk.”

Crowley arches a brow; is it just him, or does Dean sound nervous? He sets his book aside and shifts to sit on the edge of his bed. “It’s open.”

Dean enters, and Crowley sees that he was right: Dean does indeed look nervous, perhaps even guilty. He nods sheepishly in Crowley’s direction as he closes the door behind him.

“Hey,” Dean says, smiling slightly, and the gesture stirs a painful kind of longing in Crowley’s gut. Looking at Dean has always felt to Crowley like reaching for something without knowing what it is he’s grasping at or why, the way a weed arches without thinking towards the sun. It’s maddening in a way Crowley doesn’t have words for, because he knows, in the way he supposes a weed does, that the light isn’t there for his benefit; experience has shown him that much.

And yet, for as much hurt and anger Crowley’s felt because of Dean, he’s also realized that he just...can’t find it in himself to hate Dean, not in any way that lasts. They’ve been through too much together, and maybe none of it mattered to Dean, but it matters to Crowley. He wishes it didn’t, but it does; it always has. And he can no more deny that than he can the sun.

But he can’t very well say all that to Dean, so he pushes his thoughts aside and schools his features into a neutral expression. “Hello, Dean,” he says evenly, rising to stand with his hands in his pockets. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Dean reaches up to rub awkwardly at the back of his neck. “You, uh. You settling in okay?”

Crowley snorts. “Surely you can do better than that. Go on, let’s have it.” He takes a step towards Dean and flashes a smirk. “I promise I won’t bite unless you ask me to.”

Dean rolls his eyes. “Yeah, well...That’s kinda what I came to talk to you about.” He gestures at the desk next to the bed. “Mind if I have a seat?”

Crowley shrugs. “Make yourself at home.”

“Thanks.” Dean walks over to the desk and turns to lean against it, not quite sitting but also not quite standing. Crowley stands next to the bed, waiting.

Eventually, Dean clears his throat. “So, uh. Cas said the two of you talked—”

He expects his words to get a rise out of Dean, to throw him off kilter so their conversation is easier to manage.

“Oh for the love of—Is that what this is about?” Crowley grumbles; just how much of their conversation had Castiel felt the need to share? “Allow me to save you some time, then. You and your long-suffering Angel of Thursday have my blessings, for what they’re worth. Slow clap, mazel tov, etcetera, etcetera. If you like, I could even pull a few strings, see if I can get you Hell as a venue for the wedding.” He smiles darkly, adding, “Although based on recent events, your influence there probably exceeds my own.”

Instead, Dean just raises a brow and says mildly, “So you and Rowena still aren’t talkin’, huh?”

Dean chuckles. “Nah, just figured I’d let you finish first.”

Still aren’t—?! “Really?” Crowley sputters angrily. “That’s all you have to say?”

“Ever the gentleman,” Crowley sneers.

“I try.”

“You really think I didn’t miss you when you were gone?”

“Well, try to get to the bloody point!”

And whatever barb Crowley was about to hurl dies on his tongue. He opens his mouth, then closes it, shifting awkwardly under Dean’s level stare. Eventually Dean sighs; he pushes up off the desk and moves to sit on the edge of the bed, patting the mattress next to him. Crowley sits down without a word.

“Listen,” Dean says, once Crowley is settled, “I don’t know how much Sam told you, but you weren’t the only one we lost that night. Cas died, Lucifer made off with our mom, Kelly didn’t survive the birth, and Jack bolted after I took a shot at him. Which...yeah, in hindsight, I’m not proud of, but that’s where I was at the time.” Dean looks down at his hands. “It wasn’t good. If Sam hadn’t stepped up and been a dad, things with Jack woulda turned out different, and not in a good way. If it’d been up to me, if I’d known how...I probably woulda killed the kid.”

Dean snorts softly. “Yeah, maybe, only you were too busy offing yourself to keep Lucifer locked over in Apocalypse World. Man, you don’t even know how huge that was, do you?” Dean looks up at him then, earnest. “You think everything would be the way it is now if Lucifer had gotten his hands on the kid before we’d figured things out?”

Crowley swallows. He tries to think what he would have done if his and Dean’s places had been reversed, if Dean had died that day instead of him, and comes to only one possible conclusion. “To be perfectly honest,” he says, quietly, “I’d have done the same.”

Crowley can only stare back, stunned. He’d sacrificed himself to thwart Lucifer; that his death had also made it possible for Jack to grow up in the Winchesters’ charge, free of Lucifer’s poisonous early influence, and thereby helped shape who Jack was, who God was...It’s honestly never occurred to him until now.

A protective sort of rage boils up in Crowley on Dean’s behalf. Sam hadn’t gone into all the gory details during his explanation, but Crowley knows enough. “Michael.”

“Anyway,” Dean continues, when Crowley says nothing, “then Jack brought Cas back, which we didn’t even know was possible. Thought maybe it was just a fluke, but we didn’t have time to really think about it because we had to go get our mom back, and then there was all the crap with Lucifer, so we had to deal with that, and then...” Dean trails off, his jaw tight.

Dean inhales steadily, nods. “Yeah. Yeah, that. And then...after…” He sighs. “Jack lost his soul and killed Mom, and I damn near killed him, and then everything with Chuck...Man, it was just non-stop. Then we finally beat Chuck, and with Jack all souped up, we had a way into the Empty, and hell yeah, we were gonna get Cas out, but the plan was always to look for you, too. Oh come on, don’t look at me like that,” Dean says, frowning at Crowley’s shell-shocked expression. “You’re a royal pain in the ass, and there’ve been plenty of times I wanted to stab you in the face, but you think that means I don’t give a damn what happens to you? Like it or not, man, you’re family, and we don’t leave family behind, not when we can help it.”

Crowley studies Dean carefully, looking for the lie...and not finding it. Then, that means...Is he really...?

“Family,�� murmurs Crowley, experimentally. “You know, I’ve never had much luck with that word.”

Dean gives him a sad sort of smile. “Yeah, me neither. Not the one I was born to, anyway, 'cept for Sam. The one me and him made, though…” His smile turns genuine. “That one’s pretty damn awesome.”

They sit in silence, neither speaking for several moments; then—

Crowley clears his throat. “Can I ask you something, Dean?”

“Shoot.”

“That first day, after you brought me back, Sam said I should talk to Mother, said she has...regrets.”

Dean regards him thoughtfully. “You thinkin’ about giving her another chance?”

“I honestly don't know what I’m thinking,” Crowley admits. “There’s a lot of bad blood there: hers, mine, both of ours. When I saw her here, in this room, she said she’d missed me, that she loved me, and...”

Crowley feels his throat tighten, and he doesn’t know how to say the rest: that for all he hates himself for it, for all the times it’s blown up in his face, for all the horrible things Rowena has done to him—

“You don’t know if you should believe her,” Dean finishes quietly, “but you want to.”

Crowley sighs. “It’s stupid, isn’t it?”

“No, it’s not,” Dean says firmly. “It’s not stupid to want to be loved, not by family: that’s kinda how it’s supposed to be. The stupid part is that it doesn’t always go that way, and then we gotta deal with the fallout.” Dean hesitates, then adds, “And...and sometimes that means we think we don’t deserve love when we do, and other times, it’s people sayin’ they deserve our love when they don’t.”

Crowley mulls that over. “Does she deserve it, do you think?”

“From you?” Dean shakes his head. “Man, that ain’t for me to say.”

Bollocks, thinks Crowley, barely managing to suppress a groan of frustration; if only there were a way to know which decision was the right one ahead of time...“How did you decide?" he asks after a moment. "With your father, I mean.”

Dean looks taken aback, and Crowley thinks perhaps he shouldn’t have asked; but before he can change the topic, Dean sucks in a breath and says, “Look, my father was an obsessed bastard. He left me and Sam alone for weeks on end, and when he was around, he was more of a drill sergeant than a dad. Some of the shit he pulled...” One of Dean’s hands closes into a fist. “It’s not the kind of stuff you just...forgive.”

Then Dean lets out a slow breath, and the fist relaxes. “Thing is, though, a lot of the crap he put us through, raisin’ us the way he did...He was tryin’ to protect what was left of his family, and...and I get that, you know? I’ve done a lot of really messed up shit for the same reason, for family. Doesn’t mean I forgive him, it’s just...complicated.” Dean sighs and scrubs a hand down his face. “Like, really freaking complicated. Honestly, I’m still kinda trying to figure it out. But, yeah...all that to say, I don’t know if Rowena deserves your love or whatever else you wanna give her. She’s done a lot for me and Sam, helped us save our mom and Jack, and then her whole swan dive into Hell and all that, but when it comes to the two of you...That’s something you gotta decide for yourself.”

Crowley studies his hands. His left palm still bears thin scars from that day in the war room, when Sam had told him Rowena had changed and Crowley had gripped his fist tightly enough to draw blood. He still isn’t sure he believes his mother is actually capable of being anything other than what he's always known her as. Maybe she isn't, and if that’s the case, then she doesn’t deserve his love. Crowley can live with that; he has his entire life. If Sam was right, though, if his mother has changed...that’s something Crowley needs to see to believe.

And there it is, Crowley realizes: he needs to see her.

“I think,” he says, after a moment, “that I’ll meet with her and hear what she has to say, and if I don’t like it, I’ll tell her to bugger off, this time for good.”

Dean gives a hum of approval. “Sounds fair to me." He claps Crowley on the knee and stands. "Okay, then, I’m gonna go hit the hay. Lemme know if me or Sam can help with the Rowena thing, okay? You don’t gotta deal with her on your own.”

“I will,” Crowley says; then, as Dean’s about to leave, “and Dean?”

Dean looks back, hand on the doorknob. “Yeah?”

And Crowley once again feels something stirring in his gut, but this time, it isn’t longing, but gratitude, gratitude that he has Dean in his life and gratitude that, at the end of the day, everything they’ve been through together, the good and the bad, it matters to Dean, too, and that's important. It's fundamental.

“Thank you,” Crowley says, and means it. “For everything.”

For a moment, Dean regards him in silence; then he smiles. “Yeah. You too.”

He slips out of the room and leaves Crowley alone with his thoughts, which are...actually rather optimistic. For the first time in a long time, Crowley feels alive. It’s a new kind of life, one with family, one where he matters, and Crowley doesn’t know for certain what it’s going to bring, but he knows he wants to see it, experience it, eyes wide open.

[ignisterailand]

A.I.Land Answers: Just What Are ‘Duel Monsters’?

“We’ve received numerous questions of this nature since we opened our doors, and it made me remember that Duel Monsters aren’t a staple of this world like they are in mine. Allow me to explain the basics of them for you!” Costume change!

“Supposedly it’s thought that Duel Monsters - ‘DMs’ for short -  originate in Ancient Egypt, where people would use magic to bring spirits - the Duel Monsters - to life and battle with them! Whether you believe this or not, DMs have changed a lot since then. Nowadays, ‘Duel Monsters’ is a card game, named after the Monsters themselves, where the Monsters’ spirits, souls, data, - whatever you want to call it - are encased in cards, like the one I’ve made for my good friend Protron.” Ai pulls up a holoscreen to project an image of a playing card on it.

“Cute right? I think I really captured their image~ Anyway, without going too much into it, ‘Duelists’ basically play this game by drawing a card and summoning the DM shown on it. They try and summon more and more powerful monsters to defeat their opponent’s and then attack their opponent themselves. Duel Monsters are usually summoned on one of these-”

“known as ‘Duel Disks’! The Monsters themselves can be as small as basketballs, like Linky here-” he pets Linkuriboh who is lying by his side and gives a happy chirp at Ai’s attentions, 

“or they can be much, much bigger.” The holoscreen shows an image of Playmaker with two of his Ace Monsters, Decode Talker and Firewall dragon. Both easily dwarf him in size.

“Now for how Duel Monster interact with the physical city of Spirale and the Intraspace...

...I’d like to direct you to this little line on Protron’s card where it says ‘Cyberse’.”

“This is where you will find the DMs’ type. Because Protron is a Cyberse Monster, that means they were created by one of six super computers with free will that used to exist in my world. As such, Protron, and all Cyberse Monsters, are capable of thinking for themselves, learning, and feeling emotions. They are living organisms, although digital ones, and can feel pain as well. Most Cyberse Monsters are very intelligent, some even rival or exceed human intellect. Unfortunately, they do not speak any language that requires a tongue...”

“But anyway, Cyberse Monsters are also unique in that they live in virtual worlds, like the Intraspace. There, they are just as physically present as your avatar is and are able to cause you actual harm, as seen here by this Duelist whom has received an attack from Decode Talkers’ sword.”

“In the physical world, this manifests as mental damage done to your physical brain. Duelists have been known to fall into a coma or even die when subjected to severe mental damage. Were Decode Talker summoned in Spirale, a physical world, he would have been able to do blunted damage that would have hurt like the Duelist had been cut, but not left any physical damage on their avatar unless they were thrown into something, like the Duelist seen here.”

“In the same vein, if a DM lit you on fire in the physical world, your body wouldn’t actually suffer burns, but it would feel as if you were burning.” Ai shrugs, “but I guess I’m way off topic now because all of my Duel Monster friends would never attack anyone unless they were provoked.”

He holds up a finger. “Oh, and one more thing! The Duel Monsters’ shape will likely affect how they act. A cute little robot-like DM will act like a cute little robot, a humanoid one will act more like a human, a dragon will act more like a dragon, etcetera. So little Linky here acts like a cross between a little robot and a small dog.” Lukuriboh looks up at Ai, seemingly offended. “Ah! But a very smart and very cute little dog!” The small bot gives a pleased hum as if placated. “Remember, whatever form they take, they are intelligent beings with unique personalities that can understand human speech.”

Holding his chin in his palm, Ai muses, “I’m starting to sound like a certain professor I know. Giving such long lectures... But the takeaways from this are:

Duel Monsters are just as much living beings as you or I

They are intelligent creatures whose personalities range from extremely friendly to grumpy and anti-social, but they won’t attack you first

Their forms often affect their personalities and how they react to situations

Anyway, If you have further questions let me know! BA.I. BA.I. for now!”

[wormpoetry]

dyke memoir

I.

It is December 31, 2021 - 11:59 P.M. I am at the same house I was at this same day two years ago, and my hands are full. In one is  a lit firework I am terrified of, and in the other is a hand I am also terrified of but in a heart-pulling way and not a gut-wrenching one. The hand belongs to a girl wearing a brown jacket the same color as her eyes. She is beaming at me, and her smile looks like the rest of my life, sitting atop a neck that is wearing a gilded cross, which I do not notice. Around us there are other young people hollering, downing sparkling grape juice and laughing like this year is the one that will matter in a way none of the others have. The girl and I flash our teeth at each other, a beautifully human gesture that lays just to the side of manic, and she knows that I am drinking her in and staring like I haven’t memorized all of her in the seven months I have been allowed to. We are grinning, in our own world, and when the clock strikes midnight I kiss her like this is all that matters. Because in that moment, it is true and we are eternal.

The firework burns hot in my hand but I ignore it. There are lips on mine in a kind of chimera-conjoined smile, and she is so powerfully right there. I frighten myself by wishing on the pyrotechnics that she always will be.

II.    

It is March 7, 2018 - 8:37 P.M. I am in a place where I can do nothing but wait for the other shoe to drop or to be struck down by some ambiguous God everyone claims to know. Likely both. My shoulder is a live wire against hers and I am sure there are fifty volts going through my thigh where we touch. We sit on a ratty couch in a ratty room where the paint has names written across it (ours next to each other with  a heart in between, because we are friends) and it is odd, what we are doing, but the amperes in my nerves have a way of dissolving the shame. The fairy lights strung on the walls shine down on her, and although I am young and stupid, every part of my consciousness is rhapsodic about her beauty. She is beautiful and she is telling a story about her new life in a land yonder and far away (by about thirty miles, but any mile is too much for me because I am young and stupid and obsessed and cannot drive). I am trying to get her to pay attention to me, why does she never pay attention to me, who else is she paying attention to, please pay attention to me, you are all I want, you are all I can think about please think about me too, I am terrified, I love you, oh! - the Lord is going to smite me, I can feel it.

The denim jacket I am wearing is burning hot on my back but I ignore it, and someone who I am not sure is my friend takes a picture with the flash on. My smile is terrible, hers is not there. I make the picture my home screen and get accustomed to the fear and the ache.

III.  

It is April 4, 2019 - 10:08 A.M. I am sitting on a too-high stool and drawing on a cold black table. I am not supposed to draw on it, but I am, because half of my existence is a game of truth or dare and none of the options are things I am supposed to do or say. The air is close and has a stench, and I hear someone say something about an experiment involving boiled cabbage. I hate science and that is not necessarily why, but it adds to my growing hatred for this room and the minutes I spend in it.  There is a girl sitting next to me and I cannot look at her because the day before I had the gall to ask myself if I love her, and the nerve to answer back that I did. She has a brow like Athena, the same stolid ocean-grey eyes, too, and I cannot look at her, but I can show her the drawing I made of a lightning bolt held in a strong hand. I tell her it is Zeus because she read Edith Hamilton’s mythology one time and liked it and really I am just trying to pander, here. She gives it a small smile and adds a wrist cuff onto Zeus’ arm. My lungs clench, my hands begin to sweat even more, and I feel so guilty for the things I am thinking about her because I am polluting her, in a way. The Word isn’t conclusive on whether shame and wretchedness are transferable, but why take chances. Think no evil, and etcetera. I panic and butt into someone else’s conversation with a differing opinion, acutely aware that this is why they dislike me. They voice their dislike. I voice something young and stupid and guilty about educated opinions. I walk into the torment I receive and I blame everyone.

My guilt sits hot on my back but I ignore it through the beginning of class and a prayer I tune out. I sink my pen into my notes twenty or so times just to see the ink spill out. There is nervous energy in the air and I am glad I cannot read auras because having that intimate a window into a person’s (almost-Athena’s) soul would be embarrassing. I pass almost-Athena a note with a game on it and she immediately passes it back, unedited. I tell myself it is not a rejection and then remember to think no evil, and etcetera and tell myself it is better if it is.

IV.

It is December 11, 2019 - 5:24 P.M.  There is a boy. He is kissing me and trying to put his tongue in my mouth, but it stopped being interesting after the second kiss so I make an excuse about needing to be home early. He whines and I am infinitely annoyed by him and his gross breath and his gross grasping hands and his gross mouth, but I must be a good girlfriend so I push the thoughts away and placate him with words and promises I hate myself for making.  They are stifling, the expectations we give ourselves. He loves me so I must love him, he drives me around in his dirty truck so I must let him touch me, he tells me I do not give enough of myself away so it must be true. Later, I tell him that I like girls, that I have liked lots of them and will probably never stop liking them. He takes it in stride, adding it to his arrogant collection of secrets I should never have gifted to him, and tells me he is glad that I deigned to like a boy for once. I laugh, but the veil in the confession booth is broken and he is not the priest on the other side; he never has been. I am not sure there ever has been someone listening to my unspoken words, but the rosary beads laying on the chair where the priest would be are not strung with a cross. This is the only place God cannot see me, and in the velvet-walled booth I tell the empty air that I have never loved the boy I have enslaved myself to. I recount the list of girls who have stolen my air and replaced my capillaries with lyrical bullhorns, and oh, is that feeling the difference?

The confession burns the palms of my hands and scorches my throat, but there is no penance I must pay. The weight of a howl builds in my larynx and I swallow it away, thinking not of the boy but of the cashier I saw yesterday at the coffeeshop and the way our eyes met - hers were hazel ringed with verdant green. I summon the howl and tell it not to go, that I will need to use it later against someone who thinks love is a series of debts owed and payments acquired. That night I dream of kissing a Catholic girl and being surprised that her crucifix doesn’t burn me. Her sighs sound like a choir of Cherubim and I give myself to her melodies freely.

[cait-with-luv]

J.JK Soul Ink - Chapter 06

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¬ CRZY - Kehlani

"Wait, wait, wait, so you're telling me, that you seven are a mafia gang called Bangtan,"

"Yes".

"And that my father is a mafia leader, trying to kill Jungkook and that my best friend is also apart of the mafia and that his father is allied with mine,"

Yoongi shrugs, "Pretty much".

You let out a laugh of disbelief and throw yourself back on the motel bed you were sat on and run your hands over your face trying to let what they're telling you sync in.

"This is fucking insane. How is my life this fucked up, what did I do in my past life to deserve this, Christ on a bike, can this get any worse?"

"Most likely".

"You're not helping," You groan at Yoongi, making them laugh lightly. You sit up to look at the boys and you finally notice the states they are on from the car shoot down. Taehyung had a cut under his eye from the glass breaking, his hair disheveled along with the rest of them. Namjoon had cuts on his forehead and cheek, Yoongi had a cut along his nose, Jungkook, well, the only injury he had was caused by you and Jimin and Jin seemed to be completely unharmed due to the short amount of time they had in action.

"You know, you're taking this quite well, I was expecting you to tell us we're insane or scream at us". Jimin says crossing his arms. You shrug slightly,

"There's no point in me screaming, it won't change anything. I always knew something was dodgy about my father anyway".

They all look at each other surprised but then they take in your figure, you looked exhausted. It was clear you were done with what life was throwing your way, and to be honest, with what they have seen you have to live with so far, they don't blame you one bit.

"Why do you want me with you anyway?" You ask, snapping them out of their trance. Namjoon takes a seat in front of you and gives you a small smile before explaining,

"Your father is no ordinary mafia leader like me or any other leader, we're brutal I'll admit that, but your father is a monster, he doesn't play the rules that have been set down for mafia leaders. He's trying to start a gang war between Bangtan and his gang just because we keep our identities hidden. He wants Jungkook dead because his father knocked him down the hierarchy when he started to become dirty, doing foul play, killing innocents just for the fun of it. Jungkook is the only Jeon remaining, meaning he could easily go to the top of the hierarchy if he wanted to and I wouldn't stop him,"

He stops and looks around at the anxious people around him taking the looks in their eyes. Anger. Fear. Pain. He looks back to you and your staring at him with a unknown look,he continues,

"Bangtan are the top dogs right now and he doesn't like that knowing Jeon Jungkook is apart of it. Like I told you he's a monster, human trafficking, ripping families apart, raping poor women who fall into his traps etcetera. We're no angels don't get me wrong we have done some sins and we continue to do them because it's just our lifestyle, but we could never harm an innocent being, but Beom-Seok, he's inhumane, he's no sinner, he's the devil in disguise. Willing to tear apart anything limb from limb until he's satisfied, he's not just power hungry, but addicted to shedding blood just for the fun of it, every single one of us in this room are a victim to his ways and we want him gone. We want you with us because we know you wouldn't want to submit to his ways, to be brainwashed by him, we're protecting you in all honesty, and we know you have never had a bond with him. Please help us fall into the palm of our hands to make him feel what we felt when he ripped our families away from us, we know he'll come after you at all costs Y/N".

You stare in shock, the pigment in your face decreasing at every second. You felt sick to your stomach, your mouth went dry. You were disgusted to even think that at the thought of even being related to that devil. You no longer even considered him a father, no, he was far from it. You began to picturing all the screaming of all the people he killed or damaged, his evil laughter echoing as he watched his chaos he caused enjoying every second of it. Your heart was in pounding in your chest from anxiety, your throat felt tight staring at all the faces in front of you. Each one of these people were a victim to him as well. You take a breath in and whisper out,

"W-what did he do to you guys?"

They all look at each other nervously but reluctantly allow themselves to tell how they had fell victims. Namjoon went first,

"He killed my sister right in front of me when I was just 14, we were orphans".

"Set fire to my family home and watch as my family perished, I escaped through the back but I have a scar on my back to permanently remind me of that night, hearing my mom, dad and sister scream as they were engulfed in flames haunt me forever, I was 9". Hoseok says quietly.

"He locked my mother and father in a car and let it drive into a river and left them to drown, made me watch whilst he walked away laughing, I was 7". Jimin says eyes cold.

"It was just me and my father, my mom died when I was young, he killed my father 'for the fun of it', I was 16". Jin said looking down.

"Human trafficked my mom and sister, my father walked out, I was 11." Taehyung spits in anger.

"Left an explosive in my fathers office, killing him, my mother and elder brother, I was 17". Yoongi says bluntly not showing his emotion.

You turn to Jungkook who was glaring at the ground clearly suffering from the memories flashing through his mind. "I don't want to talk about it." He snaps and you nod curtly.

"I'm so sorry for what he has done to you guys". You whisper out guilt swallowing you up. You felt bile rise up your throat and you stand up abruptly gathering their attention,

"I'm gonna be sick".

You rush to the bathroom and throw yourself to the floor in front of the toilet and spew up the content of your stomach. You jump when you feel someone touch your shoulder and gather your hair away from your face.

"It's only me Y/N, it's okay, let it out". You hear Jimin mumble softly rubbing your back. You gagged slightly and coughed as you tried to stop yourself vomiting anymore, the burning feeling stop.

"It's the adrenaline coming down and your body has gone into shock from the sudden news, it's okay, don't hold it back, you'll make yourself worse".

You take a deep breath in when you feel like you've stopped and sighed closing your eyes. "Sorry you had to see that". You mumble. You look up and Jimin gives you a smile showing off the now noticeable smiley piercing.

"Don't worry about it, I threw up the first time I found out too and besides someone had to help you, the others may all look big and bad but when it comes to vomit...they're pussies". Jimin teases making you giggle.

"We heard that you fucker!"

Jimin throws his head back laughing stumbling slightly, he gains his stability and pulls out chewing gum and pops two into your hand.

"Here you'll probably want some, I'll let you clear yourself up". Jimin says walking out the bathroom. You pop the gum into your mouth letting the minty flavor take over in your mouth ad you turn to look at yourself through the mirror above the sink, biting your lip in frustration.

What do I do? Your father is not who he's made himself out to be. You've known these 7 boys less than 24 hours and they want your help to take down your own father, that's if you even considered him that now. After everything you've discovered that he has done, you don't know if you could breathe the same air as him let alone look him in the eye. Even someone you grew up with was lying to you, now you understood why he wanted you to stay away from them. To stop you finding out the truth.

You take a breath of courage and turn to walk out the bathroom. You knew what you had to do.

You walk out the bathroom and you stare at the 7 boys talking quietly between themselves until  Taehyung nudges them when he spots you. They go silent staring at you noticing the determination on your and as if you were ready to speak. You look at them one by one and you stop at Jungkook staring him dead in the eye.

"I'll do it. I'll help you take down Beom-Seok". You say venom laced in your voice as you spoke your fathers name. You notice Hoseok and Taehyung shiver from your sudden hostility. Jungkook smirks at you and gives you a nod as if he's telling you he supports you.

They all give you a smile and Namjoon nods, "Okay, are you sure you want to do this? Once you start this, there's no going back you know that right?"

You nod in understanding. You knew what you were getting yourself into. You had to do this. For all the people he has hurt, including these boys in front of you. They needed justice. And you were going to give it to them.

"I'm changing this really morbid subject for right now because I have to ask this. How the fuck do you know how to drive like that?!" Jin exclaims the rest of them humming in agreement. You look down nervously before deciding to suck it up. You were gonna be stuck around these boys for god knows how long, you might as well let them get to know you and you hoped they were thinking the same thing.

"Instead of telling you, I'm gonna show you, when it turns 11 pm we leave this room and I'm gonna take you somewhere". You say.

"Oh no she's already betraying us. I'm calling it, she's gonna kill us." Jungkook cries out sarcastically. You glare at him crossing your arms. And the attitude was back. Taehyung groans and smacks his head against the wall.

"Please for Christ's sake don't start again now." He whines.

You bite your tongue and smile sarcastically at Jungkook, and stop yourself from retaliating for the boys sake. They're probably so tired of hearing you both practically rip into each other.

"Yeah dollface, let's not start again now".  Jungkook smirks.

"Okay now you're just asking for it dickface". You snap.

"Fucking hell it's like watching two kids argue over candy. Just be civil with each other please? I swear to down I will rip my fucking hair out if you continue to go on like this". Yoongi groans.

You nod silently and sit down on the bed, pulling out your now debugged phone and began to ring the only friend you hoped you could trust,

"I'm going to make a phone call".

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"You learnt your way of driving...here?"

You let out a small laugh at Hoseok's confusion and shake your head.

"No, this is the phone call I had to make, this is Irene's place, where I learnt to drive, we can't go dressed like this so I figured we'd stop here since no one involved with Beom-Seok knows she's even a friend of mine except Yixing, but he wouldn't come here, if you hadn't noticed, they don't get on. Irene is a self-employed fashion designer she'd have something for us to wear and I have clothes here that I'd need since I'm stuck with you guys until this is over, I can't exactly go back to my house".

They nodded staring at the house. You climb out the car and they pursuit. You walk up to the house and knock twice. You hear nothing so you continuously knock on the door.

"I'm coming! Shit! What you tryna do?! Put a hole in my door?!"

You hear Irene's muffled voice getting closer each word, the door swings open revealing a disheveled Irene, you let out a laugh as you notice her hair was no longer the onyx black it used to be but was now her least favourite color, hot pink, from the hair dye you had put in her shampoo the other day.

"Get your asses in here right now," Irene snaps. You all stumble in and she slams the door shut whilst you still laugh.

"This was your doing wasn't it you fucker?" Irene says glaring at you pointing at her. You gasp for breath and shrug,

"Possibly," You laugh out.  She growls and slips off her slider and throw it at you but you quickly catch it throwing it back.

"I-I think you look really pretty". Taehyung stutters out from behind you, nervously. Hoseok nudges him teasingly and you smirk. Irene flushes at the compliment and looks down mumbling a 'thank you'.  You turn your attention back to Irene,

"Consider it 1-1, payback for that time you crashed my car". You say raising an eyebrow.

"Fine, anyway I set your outfits out, follow me." Irene says walking up the stairs, you all follow her up them. She points to the room in front which was the guest room,

"Boys, this is where you'll get dressed, I put a name tag on your outfits, Y/N in my room".

You all split off into the rooms and Irene follows you into her bedroom slamming the door shut and turning to you with a bewildered look.

"What the hell is going on?! Why are you suddenly hanging around them?!" She whisper yells.

"It's a lot to explain right now but I need you to promise me one thing, if anyone and I mean anyone, that's including Yixing, comes around here asking if you've seen me or know where I am, you say no okay?" You say to her holding her shoulders and looking into her eyes to make sure she knows you're being serious. She nods quickly a worried look on her face.

"You said Yixing instead of Lay, he's done something, what's happened? Are you in danger?" She asks concerned. You pull your shirt off and pull the red crop top that lay on the bed for you.

"Something like that, I can't tell you anything I don't want to risk your life more than I already am right now, just Yixing isn't who we thought he was and neither is my father. I need you to promise me to not have any contact with me unless it's serious okay? The boys are helping solve this, I promise you, I'll contact you once this blows over okay? For now, please stay safe and try and distance yourself from Yixing." You explain as you pull on the shoes and let your hair down from the ponytail.

She nods worry in her eyes as the reality of the danger your in sinks in. You pull on the black bomber jacket and look at your friend who was sat at the edge of her bed tears in her eyes.

"Rene...why are you crying?" You ask sitting down next to her. She shakes her head sniffling,

"Just please be safe okay? You're all I have..."

Your eyes soften and you pull her into a hug pushing the feeling of awkwardness away knowing your friend needed this.

"I promise okay? You're stuck with me." You tease making her laugh and nod her head. She stands up and you follow, she grabs a duffel bag that was by her wardrobe and hands it to you.

"I had a feeling you'd need some stuff and I guess I was right, so I packed it with stuff you need, all your clothes you have here, makeup, toiletries, girl stuff and a few of my own personal touches in there just in case..." She smirks.

Oh no...

"Irene...what've you put in here?" You ask nervously.

"You'll just have to find out, open it later." She winks and walks out the room and down the stairs with you behind her. The boys stood in their new outfits, talking amongst themselves. They look up when they hear you both and their eyes widen when they notice you. You were wearing a red spaghetti strap bandeau crop top with a black jacket over the top, some black shorts  showing off some of the healing ink and heeled boots.

"Fuck..." You hear Jungkook mumble to himself and then look away.

"Someone having a problem over there bud?" Taehyung teases earning himself a jabs to the ribs by Jungkook. Taehyung groans and holds his ribs and Jimin shakes his head, pushing himself between the two, to stop them attacking each other.

" We haven't got time for this, lets go". You say turning to Irene who throws some car keys at you.

"I thought you'll want your baby for tonight." She says walking to the door that lead to the garage. She flicks the light on revealing the black american muscle car that you loved dearly.

"Damn that's hell of a car". Hoseok says eyes wide staring at it. You hum in acknowledgement and pop the trunk open and place the duffel bag inside and closing it. You turn to the boys and smirk,

"So, who's riding with me?"

They all start bickering and playing a game of rock, paper, scissors; pushing Jungkook forward who smirks at you,

"Looks like you're stuck with me dollface".

You give him a sarcastic smile and walking over to him so your chest to chest and his breath hitches as you lean closer to his face as if you were about to kiss him, you let your lips slightly graze his before whispering,

"Nah, you're stuck with me".

You pull back smirking as you leave a frozen Jungkook in his place and walk over to your car,climbing in. The others snicker and Taehyung yells out,

"Goddamn, did it get hot in here or is it just me?"  

"Shut up hyung". Jungkook snarls before climbing into the passenger seat of your car. Irene hands the other 6 boy, three pairs of keys to the other cars,

"Drive in twos, take your pick, all these are Y/N's so if you get a scratch on them, you'll die okay? I'll hid your car in the here for you." She says. They nod and pair up before running off to the cars and climbing into them. Irene bends down to your level of the car and gives a look of worry and protectiveness.

"You better fucking keep her safe Jeon Jungkook I swear to god if she has just so much as a scratch on her the next time I see her, I'll you okay? This bitch right here is like my sister and pretty much the only family I have".  She lectures glaring at the boy beside you. He nods and gives her a smile that makes your heart skip a beat.

"You have my word Irene". He says determined. She nods and looks at you,

"You have a tendency of following danger so try to stay alive okay? You may be the strongest girl I've ever met but that doesn't make you invincible okay?" She says. You nod giving her a reassuring smile.

"Okay, you never seen me or these seven okay?" You say. She nods and pats the car letting you know you can go,

"I saw nothing, see you on the flip side". She smiles. You rev your engine and speed off down the road with three other cars following close behind you. You and Jungkook sat in silence for a while and he decided to break it.

"Was it really necessary to show us instead of tell us?" He asks looking at the street lights as you speed along. You chuckle and look at him slightly before focusing on the road again.

"Yeah, if I told you, you'd never believe me". You say. He chuckles and shakes his head.

"Baby girl, we're the mafia, we've seen stuff that you'd not imagine, I'm pretty sure we'd believe you".

You breath out and shake your head at the nickname.

"Again with nicknames, will you ever cut it out?" You ask and he smirks shaking his head,

"Nah, I'm good".

You huff and ask, "Are you always this irritated?"

"Hmmm, everyone irritates me, don't take it to heart dollface". He says smirking letting his arm hang out the car window.

"Duly noted". You mumble to yourself as you pull up to the place. You look around noticing all the familiar cars and smile at the sound of cars revving and the laughter and music. You climb out the car along with Jungkook, just as the rest climb out. They look around in awe and Jimin eyes widen in realization of where you guys were,

"Wait...this is...-"

"Street racing, welcome to streets boys, this is my territory".

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Over 3k words.....

I hope I didn't ramble too much in this.

Here's some photos of what the boys were wearing at the end so you get an idea,

[welcometothepenumbra]

SECOND CITADEL – THE HALLOWED HALLS OF HELICOID (PART ONE)

SOUND: RAIN. TRAIN ARRIVES, CREAKS TO A STOP. DOOR CLANKS OPEN.

CONDUCTOR: Ah, good evening, Traveler. And welcome… to The Penumbra.

SOUND: DOOR CLANKS SHUT.

Take your seat, please, take your seat.

SOUND: TRAIN MOVING.

MUSIC: STARTS.

The junction lies ahead, so if you’ll allow me just a moment.

SOUND: TRAIN WHISTLE.

We are now approaching Fort Terminus.

SOUND: TRAIN BRAKES.

Our next stop?

The Hallowed Halls of Helicoid.

SOUND: DOOR CLANKS OPEN, RAIN.

ALL SOUNDS: FADE OUT.

***

MUSIC: STARTS.

SOUND: WATER DRIPS, ECHOING.

RILLA: Quanyii? Can I ask you a question?

QUANYII: Oh I so hope you will, Rilla.

RILLA: If magic is really, um—

QUANYII: My favorites are the ones I don’t feel like answering, because then I just lie! Or sometimes, I lie just because it’s fun. Do you ever do that, tall, dark, and cranky?

SIR CAROLINE: I don’t.

QUANYII: See? She’s doing it right now!

RILLA: Uh… okay. So, if magic is inconsistent, and unreliable… how could you just make the sun look like it was setting, or make this brace that helps me walk without—

QUANYII: Ughhh. Boo. It’s no fun at all when you ask me a good question. Fine, fine. It’s really very simple…

SOUND: RECORDER STARTS.

Oh!

RILLA: That’s good. Just speak clearly into the receiver.

QUANYII: Ohhh, what is this?

CAROLINE: Have mercy, they’re encouraging each other.

RILLA: It’s an audio recorder. I made it.

QUANYII: Ohhh, I adore it! And it’s so handy – usually I just put my voice in a rock when I want to remember something, but I always forget where I put it.

RILLA: You can just… do that?

CAROLINE: Ughhhhh.

QUANYII: Oh sweets, that’s nothing. Give me a few days and a part of your soul and I can teach you to put your voice in anything! (LAUGHS) That was a joke, obviously. The soul is useless. I’d probably ask for a toe.

RILLA: Just one? That’s not bad…

CAROLINE: Enough.

SOUND: RECORDER CLICKS OFF.

You have outstayed your welcome, witch. We have agreed to your terms. But you will not continue meddling in official Citadel affairs like this. Leave us.

MUSIC: ENDS.

QUANYII: Oh, she’s angry now. Do you think I should have asked for her toe instead?

CAROLINE: When I tell you to do something, witch, I mean now.

SOUND: SWORD UNSHEATHING.

QUANYII: Oh no, a sword. How pointy.

RILLA: Sir Caroline!

QUANYII: You’d really hurt me? Me? With the sword that I gave you, after the big, bad monsters stole yours?

CAROLINE: I am on the job. Technically, I would be justified.

QUANYII: Oh so we’re talking technicalities! Well if that’s the case, then technically, without me, you don’t have a sword. Pop!

SOUND: POOF, JINGLE.

All gone!

CAROLINE: Ughhhhh.

QUANYII: If you can’t handle one cursed sword, cutie, you’re not ready for this fortress. And definitely not ready to fly solo.

CAROLINE: I have broken out of many prisons before, and I am stronger than I was then. I can handle whatever these monsters have in store.

QUANYII: Breaking out? Breaking out is nothing compared to what we have to do next. We’re breaking in, then out.

CAROLINE: We don’t need you for this.

QUANYII: It’s not about need, babe; it’s about want.

SOUND: WOOD CREAKING.

Like how I don’t want you to get crushed by that wall trap you’re ignoring above your head.

CAROLINE: …What?

RILLA: Sir Caroline, look out!

QUANYII: And stop!

SOUND: CHIMES, CREAKING STOPS. CLOCK TICKING.

RILLA: You froze it in midair!

QUANYII: Stopped time around it, actually. It will continue on its course… in a second.

CAROLINE: Magic.

QUANYII: Okay babe, maybe step out of the way of the falling trap and then whine? Because this is starting to get exhausting.

RILLA: Sir… Caroline?

CAROLINE: Hmph.

SOUND: FOOTSTEPS.

QUANYII: There… we’ve passed… through!

SOUND: BIG WOODEN CRASH. TICKING STOPS.

(BIG SIGH) And that, sweets, is how you make magic work for you. Magical spells, commands, etceteras, and so-ons only work if the universe feels like answering them. If I asked the universe to stop that pile of wood from crushing our sweet little knight, it might work once every hundred times. But, if I ask the universe to take this watch I worked on so very hard, and pretty pretty please, universe, can you just make it a time-stopping watch, just for me, just if I do enough so it’s basically already one anyway, then—

RILLA: Then the impossible, magical phenomenon isn’t stopping time… it’s making the thing that can stop time.

QUANYII: Very good. See? And you wanted to leave me behind. Whatever would you do without me?

RILLA: Thanks, Quanyii.

Sir Caroline?

CAROLINE: (SNORTS) Hrrraaaah!

SOUND: CRACK.

I would have been fine. Goodbye.

SOUND: FOOTSTEPS.

QUANYII: Now what did that trap ever do to her?

RILLA: Excuse me just a second, Quanyii.

What is your problem? I thought you said you didn’t hate witches!

CAROLINE: I didn’t until today. She doesn’t belong here.

RILLA: So? She’s helping us, isn’t she?

CAROLINE: Only because she’s more likely to get what she’s after by helping us than not. But this is not the arrangement.

RILLA: What arrangement?

CAROLINE: It doesn’t matter for you. This will likely be the only day you ever see a real witch.

RILLA: Well, then… what does it matter? We need to help the Citadel, right? Maybe this witch is breaking the witch-rules, or whatever, but, that only affects her, right?

CAROLINE: (FRUSTRATED SIGH)

RILLA: Why can’t you just accept that we got lucky?

CAROLINE: Because this is my investigation, under my control. And I will not allow anyone to insinuate that the first investigation I earned was a success only because I got lucky.

RILLA: So you’d rather fail?

CAROLINE: I would not have failed. I would have solved it on my own. And now she has taken that from me.

RILLA: Okay, fine. She broke you out of the cell, you didn’t get to come up with a big plan, cool. But unless you want me to lock you in one of those cages myself, that’s over. So deal with it and do your job.

CAROLINE: (SIGHS) Fine. We will use the witch. But if you breathe a single word of this in the Citadel—

RILLA: Sure. Whatever.

CAROLINE: Good.

Witch!

QUANYII: (SHRIEKS)

RILLA: What?!

CAROLINE: Are you alright? Damn it, why wasn’t I watching her—

QUANYII: I’m fine! It’s my pocketwatch! Your mean little show making me work extra hard to save you from that falling trap put a crack in my pocketwatch, you beast! My poor baby! Shhh, it’s alright; we’ll get some crushed dragon-eye jelly on you in no time, little tick-tock.

RILLA: Wait… dragon’s eye? L-l-like from—

QUANYII: Dragons, silly! They exist just a little outside of time themselves, you know. That’s why there never seems to be one around when you need them; because they’ll be around some other time instead.

RILLA: So… you study monsters? Use their parts?

CAROLINE: Where do you think all those magical powers come from? Witches are scavengers. They take stronger creatures’ power because they can do nothing on their own.

QUANYII: I couldn’t say it better myself! Very smart of us, isn’t it? I know grumpy is impressed.

CAROLINE: I am not. It’s pathetic.

RILLA: Aren’t you here because you literally pushed Damien down a flight of stairs and stole his job?

CAROLINE: You, charmed one, probably haven’t noticed the disadvantages one starts out with in a field brimming with people who want to see you fail. I will do anything to level the playing field.

RILLA: So you think you’re better than me because you made it big in the boys’ club?

CAROLINE: I know I’m better than you, actually. The men have nothing to do with it.

RILLA: Despite the fact that my job is so dangerous, difficult, and illegal that nobody else will do it? That’s really where you’re putting your foot down, here?

QUANYII: Oh, are we measuring how hard our lives are? Should I take out my magic hardships yardstick?

CAROLINE & RILLA: (IN UNISON) Yes!

QUANYII: Well, I don’t have one, because that makes so little sense even magic won’t touch it. Instead of measuring your problems, why don’t we just agree that we all have it hard, and try to make things better for one another? Everyone deserves a little help. Everyone.

RILLA: That’s… not bad advice.

QUANYII: Yes, we all have problems, ladies. Look at me, for example. I have this little cough that just won’t go away. (FAKE-COUGHS) And on top of that, I’ve wanted the four thumbs of a reptilian familiar for nearly ten minutes now and I still don’t have them!

RILLA: His thumbs?!

CAROLINE: The lizard is mine. He must answer for his crimes.

QUANYII: And does he need his thumbs to answer for them? No? Good. See? We help each other and we all get what we want.

CAROLINE: Hm. That’s the first sense you’ve made all day, witch.

RILLA: No! You- you can’t!

CAROLINE: Excuse me, herbalist? Do you have something you’d like to say?

RILLA: Yo- you can’t hurt him! I- I have to talk to him!

QUANYII: Oh, that’s perfect! Then you can talk to him while I take off his thumbs, and then the knight can have his head. And if you decide you have more questions later, I’ll just put my hand in his skull and we’ll have a little chat! (LAUGHS)

RILLA: But—

CAROLINE: This argument is over. Her terms are fair enough for now. We can decide the rest when the lizard is dead.

RILLA: No, we actually can’t—

CAROLINE: And in the meantime, if he is as heavily-guarded as you say, witch, we should have a plan of attack before we press on. What can we expect from this fortress?

QUANYII: Ooh, just the biggest, spookiest, creepiest-crawliest monsters of all! Fort Terminus is the monsters’ last stronghold in the Northern Wilds, and that’s saying something. Monsters as individuals love to stake claim to a spot and stay there; but as a group, they can never agree on one place to defend together, let alone a building. I hear even their Senate never meets in the same place twice. So the fact that they work together to keep this place up should tell you how badly they need it.

RILLA: For what?

QUANYII: Things so horrible no monster wants to be near them. (LAUGHS) Oh, that was a face! Do it again, again!

CAROLINE: Then this is their point of exile.

QUANYII: It is. And the few times they’ve managed to work together to come up with a combined method of attack… it’s their armory. (WHISPERS) A warehouse of horrors.

RILLA: Few times? Like… they aren’t now? But aren’t we at war with them?

QUANYII: You are! So imagine how you’d do if they really unified!

RILLA: Saints…

QUANYII: Oh, don’t worry, sweets. They’ve only done it once in all of recorded history, and that was nearly three thousand years ago.

Though, of course, that one was so bad it wiped out most of recorded history before it.

RILLA: Three thousand years… the Fall of the First Citadel?

CAROLINE: That’s enough about the fort – one mission at a time. How are we approaching it?

QUANYII: Because the monsters fear it so, few know how Fort Terminus is operated from within. There are no guards assigned to it – that would defy their freedom – so I can only tell you about what the monsters know: the entrance. Fort Terminus has no front gate. Instead, its only entrances are through its cells, each of which have two sealed doors: one on our side and one leading into the fort itself.

CAROLINE: So the lizard’s sealed in on our side… and then whatever operates the fortress takes him in from the other side.

QUANYII: It takes some time, I hear, but yes. And that’s why we’re headed toward those cell blocks now.

CAROLINE: (CHUCKLES) So that’s your strategy? Entering through the front door?

QUANYII: I made it all by myself!

CAROLINE: Of all the inane, stupid—

QUANYII: And I will not be accepting criticism at this time.

CAROLINE: If you had consulted a strategist – like the one you’re speaking to right now – you would know that approaching an encampment from the front is a recipe for failure. If there is ever a way to approach from behind, you take it.

QUANYII: Oh, she likes it the other way in, does she? When’s our date, again?

CAROLINE: The other way– uh, opening– uh, hole! Augh! The other one! Yes, the other one is the only one that makes sense!

QUANYII: Oh, the other path, you mean, that’s fine. Well, we’ll just turn around and go that way.

CAROLINE: I think we should.

QUANYII: Right now?

CAROLINE: This instant.

QUANYII: And then we’ll just navigate this labyrinth backwards, wake up the gigantic snail-slime-beastie that so easily trapped you and sent you down here in the first place, kindly ask him to scoot over so we can access the hidden chamber that he’s sleeping on top of, and then, navigate a second and far more dangerous labyrinth, directly into the monsters’ high-security nightmare-fort, just so we can take the back door in to trim the gecko you’re after. Sounds fun, sweetie! Lead the way!

CAROLINE: (AFTER A PAUSE, GROWLS)

QUANYII: (LAUGHS) Oh, don’t be so grumpy. You wouldn’t want to take that other path anyways. Musty, smelly, covered in that nasty Judge’s slime… oh, and positively dripping with deadly boobytraps. Everywhere. Floors, walls, you name it. You’d have to be… (LAUGHING) You’d have to be a complete idiot to go in through there!

ALL SOUNDS: FADE OUT.

***

TALFRYN: (FADING IN, YELLING)

SOUND: RUNNING FOOTSTEPS.

JUDGE HELICOID: (FADING IN) Get back here! I say, get back!

SIR DAMIEN: Talfryn! Another spike wall, on your left!

SOUND: CLINK.

TALFRYN: Guhaaahaaaahh!!

SOUND: HEAVY CREAKING, SQUELCHES.

SIR ANGELO: Come now, Sir Damien. If you tell him about every obstacle, he’ll never learn!

DAMIEN: And if I don’t, he’ll never live, Sir Angelo, so– pit trap!

TALFRYN: Whoaaaaaaahhh!!

SOUND: STUMBLING FOOTSTEPS.

ANGELO: An excellent attempt, warrior-in-training! One pointer: most great jumpers lift off with their legs, not by spinning their arms in a circle—

DAMIEN: Pit!

TALFRYN: Again?! Gah!

SOUND: THUD.

Ooof!

ANGELO: Much improved! Now may I recommend landing with your feet instead of your face?

TALFRYN: You guys… you guys, I can’t run forever!

ANGELO: Think of it as training, Talfryn! A knight must have an open heart, and jogging does wonders for the valves!

TALFRYN: But—

JUDGE: If you don’t want to run, then don’t. Listen to your instincts, hem hem! (SNORTS, SPITS)

TALFRYN: Whoa!

ANGELO: Excellent work! Remember to stay hydrated, now!

DAMIEN: Sir Angelo, this really isn’t the time!

ANGELO: (GASPS) Not the time?! Sir Damien, there is always time for two things: hydration, and stretching! And he has that wonderful backpack canteen his brother made him, with the straws and… what is that called again, Talfryn?

TALFRYN: Backflask! Please!

ANGELO: Backflask! Ingenious invention. I’ve already ordered five of them myself.

TALFRYN: Please, guys! You gotta help me find a place to hide!

DAMIEN: A room! There’s open space just ahead, Talfryn. A perfect place for you to make your stand against this terrible snail!

JUDGE: Don’t you dare!

ANGELO: Excellent advice, my rival!

SOUND: CLANKS.

Stare the beast down, spear in hand—

SOUND: CREAK.

—and it will surely listen—

SOUND: CLANKS, THUD, CLANKS. RUNNING FOOTSTEPS & SQUELCHES STOP.

ANGELO: (THROUGH THE DOOR) …Saints, man, did you just close the door on us?

JUDGE: (THROUGH THE DOOR) Open this door! Shellwrecker! Open it, I say! (GRUNTS)

SOUND: BANGING ON DOOR.

TALFRYN: I just gotta… find a place to hide until… (GROANS)

JUDGE: (THROUGH THE DOOR) Intolerable rudeness! To come into an honest universe-fearing snail’s home and invade his basement. And without even the simplest formal request!

SOUND: BANGING ON DOOR.

ANGELO: (THROUGH THE DOOR) Hmmm! Sir Damien, did you hear that?

DAMIEN: (THROUGH THE DOOR) Do you mean the creaking of the wood, or perhaps the giant squelching beast of slime that threatens to kill us both unless someone does something about it, Talfryn!

ANGELO: (THROUGH THE DOOR) No, no. Something the monster said gave me an idea.

DAMIEN: (THROUGH THE DOOR) Well, what is it? Quickly!

SOUND: BANGING STOPS.

JUDGE: (THROUGH THE DOOR) Yes, yes, I too would like to hear this plan.

ANGELO: (THROUGH THE DOOR) It’s…

DAMIEN: (THROUGH THE DOOR) …Yes?

JUDGE: (THROUGH THE DOOR) We’re waiting.

ANGELO: (THROUGH THE DOOR) Well that’s no good. I’m afraid I’ve let the dramatic pause go on too long and now I’ve forgotten.

JUDGE: (THROUGH THE DOOR) Alright. Back to it, then. Hmph! (GRUNTS)

SOUND: BANGING ON DOOR.

TALFRYN: Nowhere to hide! Just a bunch of tapestries and stone walls and rugs and chairs and… why does a snail need a chair?

Ahh! No time!

JUDGE: (THROUGH THE DOOR) A basement! The gall! A snail’s basement and nothing more! (GRUNTS)

ANGELO: (THROUGH THE DOOR) The idea! It happened again! When he said snail!

DAMIEN: (THROUGH THE DOOR) Don’t build it up, then, just say it!

TALFRYN: (STRAINING) This rock seems… loose!

SOUND: SCRAPING.

(GRUNTS)

SOUND: FABRIC RUSTLING.

Stuck! No! Third lunch, why would you do this to me? I gotta leave my armor outside! (GRUNTS)

SOUND: FABRIC RUSTLING.

ANGELO: (THROUGH THE DOOR) Snails fear salt! My satchel is still upstairs, and it is full of the finest salt, which you must throw on him, young Talfryn!

TALFRYN: (QUIETLY) Now he wants me to run all the way back?

JUDGE: (THROUGH THE DOOR) No! No, I say, no! Not the salt! I, a land snail, cannot bear salt! Oh, you wouldn’t dare! (GRUNTS)

SOUND: BANGING ON DOOR. BIG CRACKS.

Ha! Nearly through!

SOUND: FABRIC RUSTLING, SCRAPE.

(MUFFLED GRUNT)

SOUND: MUFFLED BOOM, SPLINTERING. HEAVY CREAKS, SQUELCHES.

ANGELO: (MUFFLED) At last! Run for the salt, my… begads, where has my pupil gone?

DAMIEN: (MUFFLED) And why is his armor in a pile on the floor?

ANGELO: (MUFFLED) Well, that’s simple enough, Sir Damien. Nudist combat must be a specialty of this family; we’ve seen as much from his brother—

DAMIEN: (MUFFLED) It’s only his armor, Sir Angelo.

ANGELO: (MUFFLED) Oh! Then the answer is simple. I have no idea.

JUDGE: (MUFFLED) He can be as clothed or as nude as he likes; I say, as free or as contained; but please, gentlemen, he cannot use the salt! Aaanything but the saaaaalt!

TALFRYN: (QUIETLY) Okay, salt. Maybe I can make it to the door while they distract the big snail… (DEEP BREATH) It’s just one monster. You can do this, Talfryn.

Sir. Talfryn.

JUDGE: (MUFFLED) Defensive measures must be taken! (GROWLS)

SOUND: BUBBLING.

ANGELO: (MUFFLED) Sir Damien!

DAMIEN: (MUFFLED) It wasn’t me! The bubbles are just… appearing!

ANGELO: (MUFFLED) My friend, for such an impressive storyteller that excuse was shockingly unimpressive.

DAMIEN: (MUFFLED) Sir Angelo, listen to me! The slime itself is boiling!

ANGELO: (MUFFLED) Oh my, it has become a bit warm, hasn’t it?

DAMIEN: (MUFFLED) He’ll boil us alive, Talfryn! Slay him! It is your duty!

JUDGE: (MUFFLED, STRAINING) Not… boiling… just…

SOUND: SEVERAL WET POPS, BIG SIGH. BUBBLING STOPS.

…birthing. Now that’s better.

BAILIFFS: (MUFFLED, IN UNISON) Most Horrible Judge Helicoid! Tell us how we may serve!

DAMIEN: (MUFFLED) Little soldiers of snail’s slime! They’re everywhere!

ANGELO: (MUFFLED) Hm, yes. Perhaps it is time to end our lesson for today, Talfryn! There are… rather a lot of monsters out here now, and we may have jumped from Basic Knighting to Extremely Advanced. Now, Sir Damien and I will free ourselves and slay these fiends! (GRUNTS)

SOUND: STRETCHING, SNAP.

Oh, dear. You weren’t pretending to be stuck, were you, Sir Damien?

DAMIEN: (MUFFLED) No. No, Sir Angelo, I was not.

JUDGE: (MUFFLED, BIG LAUGH)

TALFRYN: (WHIMPERS)

JUDGE: (MUFFLED) Now, Bailiffs. Your instructions are quite clear: we guard the entrance to Fort Terminus, and no humans are to pass the doors of our court without our capture. Is that understood?

BAILIFFS: (MUFFLED, IN UNISON) Yes, your Horror!

JUDGE: (MUFFLED) You two will stand guard by the entrance. And the rest of you: search this room! Every crook and crevice! I want that human found immediately, this moment, at once! Hem hem!

ALL SOUNDS: FADE OUT.

***

SOUND: FOOTSTEPS, CAVE AMBIANCE.

QUANYII: (WHISPERING) And… stop.

SOUND: FOOTSTEPS STOP.

This is just about the place, ladies. Ohhh, who’s excited? I’m excited! It’s supposed to be so very dangerous!

RILLA: (QUIETLY) What kind of security measures do they have?

QUANYII: (QUIETLY) A guard, for one thing.

CAROLINE: And?

QUANYII: (QUIETLY) A second guard. (NORMAL VOLUME) And that’s it! But they’re really very powerful, I hear.

TROTTER: (DISTANT SQUEAL)

PORCUS: (DISTANT) Ha! How’s that for master prankster, ya stupid—

TROTTER: (DISTANT SQUEAL)

SOUND: THUD.

Wipeout, dude!

PORCUS: (DISTANT) Loser! You big… dumb…! (SQUEALS)

TROTTER: (DISTANT) Hey, man, you started it. Just give me back my nosh!

PORCUS: (DISTANT) Get lost!

TROTTER: (DISTANT) Give me the bones!

CAROLINE: This is your high-security prison cell? Two pigs fighting over scraps? (LAUGHS)

PORCUS: (DISTANT) Fine! Take ‘em!

SOUND: CLATTERING.

You stand guard here. I’m gonna wait around the corner.

TROTTER: (DISTANT) Suit yourself, brah. (CHEWING, CRUNCHING)

PORCUS: (QUIETLY) Moron. He didn’t even count them.

CAROLINE: If it’s just a few monsters that need slaying, I can finish this in seconds. So. Witch. Can you stop those pigs in time, like that trap in the hall?

QUANYII: They’re much bigger, sweetie. I might be able to manage one.

CAROLINE: One’s enough. Herbalist?

RILLA: I’d be able to do a lot more if you’d give me back the compounds you confiscated.

CAROLINE: Mmm, yes. Then that’s a dead end. I threw your weeds away when my bag began to stink.

RILLA: You threw away all my…! (GROANS)

CAROLINE: But, you can sing, can’t you? Do that.

RILLA: Why would I sing?!

CAROLINE: I’ve been advised to use my subordinates’ strengths when strategizing. If it works, wonderful. If not, you can tell the Queen she’s wrong later. And that’s beautiful in its own way.

RILLA: Sir Caroline—!

CAROLINE: It doesn’t matter what you do, because I will be doing the actual work here. Just distract it for one second and it will be dead the second after that. Do you think you can do that, herbalist?

RILLA: (SIGHS) Fine. But I’m not gonna sing.

QUANYII: Booooring.

CAROLINE: Witch: freeze the wide one. I’ll sneak up where the unsettlingly muscular one can’t see me and behead his frozen comrade. Then, herbalist, you will distract the musclebound one, and when he sees you I’ll behead him, too. It should be over in seconds. Now: places.

RILLA: But I—

CAROLINE: You will follow my orders or this will fail. Remember the courtroom? Now: places.

RILLA: Fine.

QUANYII: Someone’s cranky.

CAROLINE: Freeze the pig.

QUANYII: But still, babe, you’re being a little harsh to—

CAROLINE: Just do it!

QUANYII: (SIGHS) Alright.

SOUND: CHIMES, CLOCK TICKING.

PORCUS: (VOICE SLOWS TO A STOP) What? Trotter, did you hear…

QUANYII: You only have a second. Go!

CAROLINE: I know that. Stop holding my hand.

QUANYII: I’m only worried about—

CAROLINE: I meant literally!

QUANYII: Oh, oh, right, there you go.

CAROLINE: Good.

SOUND: FOOTSTEPS.

And… ha!

SOUND: SLASH, WET POP.

QUANYII: (EXHALES)

SOUND: TICKING STOPS.

CAROLINE: A clean cut. And, ugh… softer than I expected.

TROTTER: Porcus? Did you say somethin’?

CAROLINE: Come on, herbalist…

RILLA: H-hey! Hey, you!

SOUND: FOOTSTEPS.

TROTTER: Whoa, dude, your voice got really different! All high and nice and stuff!

RILLA: No, look over here! Over here!

TROTTER: Whooaaaa, huh huh, I am trippin’ on these bones, man; you sound like you’re behind me or something! (SQUEAK-LAUGHS)

RILLA: (SINGING) Hey, I’m a human and I’m over here!

QUANYII: (QUIETLY) Oooh, she is good!

TROTTER: Huh?

Candy-canes! Whoa-hoa-hoa-hoa! What are you doin’? (CHUCKLES)

We just locked you up, didn’t we?

RILLA: Uh… yeah.

SOUND: DISTANT FOOTSTEPS.

TROTTER: Gnarly, candy-canes. ‘Cause there’s really only one option from here.

SOUND: BLADE UNSHEATHING.

RILLA: Sir Caroline, any second now!

CAROLINE: Now.

SOUND: RUNNING FOOTSTEPS.

(BIG GRUNT)

TROTTER: Whuh—

SOUND: SLASH, SQUISH, WET THUD.

RILLA: Saints, they’re really just… bags full of blood, aren’t they?

CAROLINE: They were, until they met my blade—

QUANYII: Caroline, the pig!

SOUND: RUNNING FOOTSTEPS.

PORCUS: (BIG SQUEAL)

SOUND: HEAVY BOOM.

CAROLINE: Ahhh!

PORCUS: You’re pretty quick, ain’tcha?

CAROLINE: You…?! I cut your head off!

PORCUS: Yeah, and. What’re you gonna do about it?

CAROLINE: Cut it off again, obviously.

PORCUS: Wha—

SOUND: SLASH, WET POP.

CAROLINE: There. He’s dead this time, yes? We can all agree that the pig is dead?

SOUND: BIG WHOOSH, PIG SQUEAL, POP. THUDS.

QUANYII: Well, he definitely was dead.

RILLA: But… but he’s…

PORCUS: Back in business, candy-legs. Trotter, now!

TROTTER: (SQUEALS)

SOUND: RUNNING FOOTSTEPS.

RILLA: Whoa!

SOUND: CLANG.

TROTTER: Dang, candy-canes, you can really hustle—

CAROLINE: (GRUNTS)

SOUND: SLASH, WET POP.

PORCUS: Whoa!

SOUND: CLANG. BIG WHOOSH, PIG SQUEAL, POP. THUDS.

TROTTER: Man… (CHUCKLES) …that always feels cool.

PORCUS: A little help, Trotter! (SQUEALS)

SOUND: CLANG.

TROTTER: Ughhh, just a second, dude, just a second.

CAROLINE: (GRUNTS)

SOUND: SLASH, WET POP.

TROTTER: I’m comin’!

SOUND: BIG WHOOSH, PIG SQUEAL, POP. THUDS. CLANGS, GRUNTS.

RILLA: Saints, she’s… taking turns dueling both of them?!

SOUND: DISTANT WHOOSH, POP. THUDS.

QUANYII: Fun to watch, but not very useful. (CALLING) Cutie, unless you’re going for a personal best on most times you’ve killed the same pig, I don’t think this is getting you anywhere!

CAROLINE: Well I don’t see you helping! Can’t you throw lightning-bolts or something?

QUANYII: Lightning bolts! What do you take me for, some cheap little sorcerer?

CAROLINE: Yes, actually! (GRUNTS)

SOUND: SLASH, WET POP.

QUANYII: Ooooh, that’s so sweet! But I don’t do lightning, babe. It makes my hair all frizzy.

SOUND: DISTANT WHOOSH, POP. THUDS.

CAROLINE: Well, do something, you—! (GRUNTS)

SOUND: CLANGS.

PORCUS: This ain’t workin’, Trotter! We’re gonna have to take her on together!

TROTTER: But, uh… I mean, what if she, y’know…

PORCUS: Don’t be a moron! It ain’t like she can fight both of—

CAROLINE: (GRUNTS)

SOUND: SLASH, WET POP. BIG WHOOSH, PIG SQUEAL, POP. THUDS.

PORCUS: Nyeeaah! I said, it ain’t like she can—

CAROLINE: (GRUNTS)

SOUND: SLASH, WET POP. BIG WHOOSH, PIG SQUEAL, POP. THUDS.

PORCUS: (SIGHS) I said—!

CAROLINE: (GRUNTS)

SOUND: SLASH, WET POP. BIG WHOOSH, PIG SQUEAL, POP. THUDS.

TROTTER: I think I get it, dude.

PORCUS: Ugh, good! Now get her!

TROTTER: Okay…

SOUND: CLANGS, GRUNTS & SQUEALS.

RILLA: He sounded… scared.

QUANYII: Wouldn’t you be? She’s a force of nature with that blade, isn’t she?

RILLA: No, I mean if they keep coming back to life, why would they be afraid of teaming up against her?

That’s it. (CALLING) Sir Caroline! They’re magically bound! I think they’ll only stay dead if you kill them both at the same time!

TROTTER: See, bro? This is what I was tryin’ to—

PORCUS: I told you to shut up! (SQUEAL)

SOUND: GRUNTS, SQUISH, HEAVY CLANG.

PORCUS: Wuh-oh.

CAROLINE: Thanks for the help, pig. Now let’s test her theory! (GRUNTS)

SOUND: STAB.

PORCUS: (GASPS)

(PAINED) Alright. Alright, knight, ya got us.

CAROLINE: I know.

PORCUS: (PAINED, GASPING) Ya beat us, fair and square. Damn, you’re good. Hoo-ee!

CAROLINE: I know that, too.

PORCUS: (PAINED) Please… just… one more thing, lady… now that ya got me. Somethin’… super important… about this fortress… (GASPS)

CAROLINE: Your words. Then your head.

SOUND: SHINK.

PORCUS: (PAINED) I just… gotta tell ya… that…

SOUND: DISTANT WHOOSH, POP. THUDS.

Every one’a you losers likes to gloat over your wins, don’tcha? (GASPING CHUCKLE)

CAROLINE: Why, you…! (GRUNTS)

SOUND: SLASH, WET POP.

(PANTING) Damn, he was stalling! Herbalist, look—

TROTTER: (SQUEALING LAUGH)

SOUND: GRUNTS, RUSTLING.

RILLA: Let me go!

QUANYII: Oh, his sweat smells like barbecue! Get him off, get him off!

TROTTER: I’ve got both of your human buddies, dude! Let Porcus through or I give ‘em both the kibosh!

SOUND: BIG WHOOSH, PIG SQUEAL, POP. THUDS.

PORCUS: (GRUNTS) Good goin’, Trotter! Now kill ‘em and let’s get outta— (YELPS, CHOKING)

SOUND: FABRIC RUSTLING.

CAROLINE: Give them both if you want your friend to leave here.

TROTTER: Haw! You blind, brah? You can kill him as many times as you want.

CAROLINE: But we heard you in court. The herbalist said it herself—you’re magically bound. If he doesn’t leave here, dead or alive, neither do you. And I may not be able to kill you, but I can certainly make you wish I could.

PORCUS: (CHOKING) She’s got a pretty good point there, Trotter!

CAROLINE: Give them here and you both leave.

TROTTER: (SIGHS) I’ll toss you one now. But, you don’t get the other ‘til Porcus and me split.

CAROLINE: Fine.

RILLA: What?!

QUANYII: Oh, babe, I knew I could count on you! Just say the word and—

CAROLINE: The herbalist – the one you call “candy-canes.” Give her here.

QUANYII: You beast! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!

TROTTER: Bummer. I’ll miss ya, candy-canes.

RILLA: Ahh– oof!

CAROLINE: And here’s yours.

PORCUS: (SQUEALS)

QUANYII: How dare you! You take that back! You take me back! You’re heartless, heartless, HEARTLESS! (SOBBING)

PORCUS: Just… shut up and go, Trotter! Take the witch with you!

TROTTER: Obviously, dude! Smell ya later, humans! CAROLINE: What’s that? No ‘thank you’? Nothing?

RILLA: (PANTING) That… was so stupid!

CAROLINE: Of course.

RILLA: Why did you pick me? Quanyii could’ve helped you more! She could’ve stopped time, or put them to sleep, or something! You could have killed both of them!

CAROLINE: That is very possible, Rilla. But slaying monsters is only the second of a knight’s priorities.

RILLA: What?

CAROLINE: Instead of taking two irreplaceable trophies, I have chosen to protect you, a citizen of the Second Citadel. I will never forgive you for it. But it is my duty, and a good knight is bound to her duty.

QUANYII: Duty! I’ll show you duty, you fairweather knight!

TROTTER: Aw man, dude, listen to her! She’s so heated!

PORCUS: Just move it, already!

QUANYII: Deal-breaker! Ice queen! Frost-fraud!

SOUND: SIZZLING.

TROTTER: She’s– o-ow. She’s like… really heated, actually. Ow– ow, ow!

CAROLINE: And also, I knew the witch could take care of herself.

PORCUS: Trotter, what the hell is it now?

TROTTER: Hot, brah! She’s hot! Hot! Yeeeeowww!!

SOUND: SIZZLING FADES.

RILLA: So, you didn’t learn anything? This was still just part of your plan?

CAROLINE: Oh, well, now you’re both whining. Isn’t being in charge a treat?

QUANYII: Nobody likes a cop, babe. Thanks for the reminder. And those dates you begged me to go on? Cancelled.

CAROLINE: There are no dates.

QUANYII: Cancelled!

TROTTER: Let’s get outta here, man! Forget the Senate!

PORCUS: Right behind ya!

CAROLINE: Enjoy it while you can, pigs! Your heads are mine!

TROTTER: Over our dead bodies, dude!

PORCUS & TROTTER: (SQUEALING LAUGHTER)

SOUND: RUNNING FOOTSTEPS DEPARTING.

CAROLINE: Yes! That is very literally what that would entail! You stupid…! (GROWLS)

SOUND: CLANG.

RILLA: Whoa!

CAROLINE: (PANTING) Thank you.

RILLA: But… you saved my life.

MUSIC: STARTS.

CAROLINE: I’m going to make something absolutely clear: you will have questions about what I say next. I will not answer them.

RILLA: Uh, okay?

CAROLINE: I’ve lived a lot of lives before this one… Rilla. And when you reinvent yourself, or when you’re forced to reinvent yourself, well it’s… (SIGHS)

RILLA: Like the old versions of you keep bleeding into the new one. It gets hard to draw boundaries and figure out the new rules. I know.

CAROLINE: That’s… yes. Precisely. (CLEARS THROAT) I like my life as a knight much better than any other I’ve had yet. I’d like to keep it. So thank you for reminding me how to do that.

Well?

RILLA: Well what?

CAROLINE: I said you’d have questions.

RILLA: No, it’s cool.

CAROLINE: Well I told you, I won’t answ- what?

RILLA: You’re a knight now. And you’re even a good one. So… I don’t care what you used to be.

CAROLINE: Good.

Thank you, Rilla.

RILLA: Thank you, Sir Caroline.

QUANYII: And thank me, Quanyii—

CAROLINE: Quiet.

QUANYII: Hmph.

CAROLINE: That’s a good girl.

(DEEP BREATH) Now, let’s get you two patched up, and then we’ll find our lizard.

MUSIC & SOUNDS: FADE OUT.

***

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ALL SOUNDS: FADE OUT.

[snatchersnatched]

Why my affections extend to Snatcher and the Prince

With a title like that, you must be wondering “What the hell does Kitty have cooking up this time? Just a random shitpost? A short story about how she likes creepy things? Etcetera?”

It’s uh, it’s more deeper than that.

Now you also must be wondering why I’m not talking about how I found ahit, or something similar. It’s not really a complicated story. My friend sent me a dm one night about Luke getting a part in a game, and that was that. And before you ask, no, I do not like Snatcher just because Luke voiced him. And no, it’s also not only because I’m plain ol’ attracted to him, which is also a factor, but there’s a bigger part of the picture.

It’s about to get a little depressing, and I usually don’t talk about this, but, here we go. This gets personal, uhhh I guess tw for bullying and abusive friendships?

Let’s open up an old page, 9th grade to be specific. I was a dumbass, let’s just get that out of the way.

I was introduced to this girl, I’m gonna call her M. I knew her since 7th grade because of another friend, though we weren’t really friends at first. Anyway, she decided to approach me during lunch cause none of her other friends were in the same period, so I was like sure, cause I usually am up for making new friends.

We bonded over Big Hero 6, and we both decided to see it together one night. Thus, our friendship was solidified. We had sleepovers, and get-togethers, and talked a lot together during lunch. We were pretty much attached to the hip at that point.

Then, February came around.

My mom said we were going to go to Florida for a week in March! Wow, a week away from school. I immediately asked M if she wanted to come with us, and she said yes. After that, she got me into Transformers.

It took a slow plunge from there.

I won’t get into every single detail, but here’s the basics.

We shared the love for this franchise for a while, even starting a long never-ending roleplay and watching the movies together and the cartoons and all that.

But after a while, in tenth grade, it just sort of took a crash.

She wanted to know when I was going to nap, in fact she never did want me to nap after school. We got into a fight about my weight, and she blocked me instead of talking things out. It made me cry hysterically in English, because we were such close friends, why would she do this?

We made up only one week later, but that nearly costed a friendship with someone else. Because she didn’t want me to be friends with her, despite that friend sticking up for me when I was upset.

I wanted to sleep early one night, and she reprimanded me for it, saying that I always “slept” during the day and that our roleplay was much more important than sleeping at that time. I told her, ok, I’ll stay up a little longer then, but she just rejected that idea and told me passive-aggressively, “Goodnight.”

When I wanted to nap after school, cause I was always so exhausted, she’d say no, you always do. That led me to having to promise to only take a nap once a week, which led me to being exhausted more often. I could barely do my homework because she just wanted me to focus on her.

Later 2015, Undertale released. I was super excited, and I adored the game. I found out M liked it too, so I asked if we could start a roleplay together about it. Suddenly, because I also liked Undertale, she didn’t like it anymore. This is when she started to get really territorial over Transformers, saying it was her thing and that I had to find something else to like. Even though she wanted to continue the roleplay we had.

This also led to what I now find an amusing message from her friend yelling at me for liking Undertale and not Transformers, but let’s not get into that.

Finally, I was able to get out of the abusive relationship, because we had another fight, but got through it. I told her about my new interest, One Punch Man, but once again insulted me for it. It took a friend of mine to give me the courage to block her again once and for all.

After that, she kept coming back in small ways. She’d insult me behind my back, she’d mention her weight around me just to draw attention to my weight. Etc.

I haven’t really recovered, if I’m honest.

But slowly, I have, and this is why we’re here right now.

I never really mentioned this to any of my friends, new and old that I made after I got away from M. I was severely depressed, and old habits die hard as they say. I was really struggling through 11th and the first half of 12th grade because I was scared that M would try to force herself into my life again.

Then, A Hat in Time came out.

I made new friends, and I gained a new love and fascination for a game I never gave a second glance before then. I also had this love for our lovely purple noodle, and his past prince self. At first I thought it was just because I liked tragic characters, and that Luke voiced him and I just thought that he was pretty cool.

Slowly, I found myself relating to him more and more as we found out more about his past, mostly with Vanessa. How controlling she was, how horrible and abusive she was.

Soon, he became a comfort character, someone I could shout my love about whenever I wanted.

As you all know, David soon came in the picture, and I found myself being in a similar situation M put me in because he insulted me for my likes of Snatcher/Prince.

I kept my love for him, and it only got stronger when David left the picture.

When Seal The Deal came out, and we saw all this dialogue about Snatcher talking about Vanessa and almost seeming to lament over the past, it came to me in an epiphany.

He’s a comfort character, I love him so much, because he helps me see that it’s ok to move on, and that after you get out of an abusive relationship/friendship, it gets better. No, I don’t see myself in the sense of I eat souls and I make contracts and I kill people. He actually helped me get through the past pain I suffered through.

I’m not of course putting down my friends that also helped me be able to laugh at my past. But I suppose it was a more spiritual connection that I needed, someone I could relate to and project myself onto to help myself heal.

I still love Snatcher, that fact is obvious, and I’ll never stop loving him. No matter how much I’m insulted, or took down for it. He helped me through a dark time in my life, which seems funny and silly, because he’s a fictional character. But I suppose sometimes you just need that extra push to get through something.

I want to thank Gears for Breakfast for making such wonderful characters, and helping me make new friends that I never thought I’d be able to make. And I want to thank my friends, the ones who have stuck by my side, and helped me through big puddles of mud when I needed it.

Thank you, all of you. For supporting me, and supporting my stupid thoughts and stories.

Here’s to another year, aye?

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There have been times when I’ve wondered if Black Thought should be in the running for #goat emcee. This video is one of those times. My friend and colleague, drummer Morgan Childs, actually transcribed these amazing rhymes: Uh I’m sorry for your loss it’s somebody dead in a car and it’s probably one of yours The writin’ all across the window and the walls Whether it was true or false We shouldn’t have got involved Remember We walked past the teacher take the chalk and laugh We wrote punishments “I will not talk in class” Now it’s pistols punishing people for talking fast And all these innocent bystanders is haulin’ ass I hate to say “I told y’all” but I told y’all Things fall apart when the center to weak to hold y’all I’m just collecting what you owe to my owe jar You ‘bout to get swooped down on and stoled on Fools swear they wise, wise men know they foolish but we was headed for the web even before computers I never thought you’d give me a reason to do this Cain and Abel Jesus and Judas Caesar and Brutus I see intruders avert yer eyes I told you keep out of the hood Circumcise How could you sleep, I thought you always was the first to rise Eyo you heard the line Errybody plays the fool Well I be that exception to the rule The principal that hand deliver lessons to the school I was makin’ major moves My dollar déjà vu My mission when my ambition was brandishin’ the tool to be an icon wearin’ slippers made of python Get mine quicker ‘cause I’m slick as a pipeline Transportin’ the oil tribulation and toil hit the operation but I’m back in the soil Got my crown tilted, my gown quilted silk with cashmere burn the room down in a minute, built it last year Newsflash, I dodged the bullet that killed the cashier My homie told me to come with him to the masthead Them brothers said don’t go from written bars filled with rage to prime time television and your gilded cage Then forget there’s people in the world still enslaved I bar white at my wrist, and let it fill the page Gunfire and flare Sirens glare I’m in an iron chair with people who care don’t get the lion’s share When I don’t give a fuck then I ain’t fair I’m on a higher table people getting’ money like the finest hair Catch the herald I’m fresh chopped and beveled rap on a doctorate level so F Scott Fitzgerald Maybe I’m the new Rakim Maybe I’m Fab Pharoah Undergarments are armor be my intimate apparel Pre-Kardashian Kanye My rhyme play immaculate Same cadence as D.O.C. pre-accident Maybe my acumen is on par with Gucci rappin’ and gimme the proper respect motherfucker we back again For a couple things we lost in a fire the drive and desire to perform on a higher plateau I make that show lost in a mire Wondering how we got so far from inspired Look, when photos were sepia toned and record players were something you would keep in your home Yo the traveller the meanin’ Tariq he was known For the exemplary performance, uniquely his own I made the 21 pound for some a newfound religion When money’s put down there’s only one sound to make OGs and young lions equally proud to listen To seek what amalgam-ism an algorithm comin’ from where only kings and crowns permitted to darkness Where archaeologists found my image in parchment rolled into a scroll holdin’ a message for you It said the only thing fo sho is taxes death and trouble The anomaly, sworn solemnly high snobbery Freakinomics and war policy dichotomy That’s Heaven and Hades Tigris and Euphrates His highness, the apple of the iris to you ladies As babies we went from simolac to infomill to the internet and fentanyl when our consent was still against the will I got that detox for y’all The microphone doctor black Deepak Chopra I’m a griot that make you want to peacock your arm every heavy dignitary payin’ me top regards boy I’m three octaves far from the bi noc ulars so the smart money feelin’ get the heat out the car yo I’m K dot Lamar meets Tupac Shakur Got profiled by a few cops too hot to charge, listen somebody said a price tag was on a rapper’s head so we gonna see a nice bag when a rapper dead the mast black the flag green black and red they probably wave a white flag out the prasma shed (?) no doubt Yo the Game went they own route I can’t explain what these lame kids is talmbout Or how they fit they whole foot into their own mouth I put a couple bodies in a brown bag then I’m en route I’m sneaker shoppin’ with my stuntas size 8 prior to they release, cuz why wait? Look, in my state I got electrified gates for these blasé gods hatin’ at a high rate ‘cause I dodged fate then got great to fly straight if we ain’t family or friends then we don’t vibrate and I’m that Gun in yah face none of y’all safe If I catch you at the right time in the wrong place Slippin’ Sipping on somethin’ with a strong taste Like whiskey or bootleg bourbon with a corn base (Malavine?) take resemble a vehicular threat The mic I spray resemblin’ a sickle of death It ain’t strenuous to come from a continuous breath I set fire to the venue Imma spin you in step Rinse repeat You checkin’ for the sound of the beats I’m the hound I’m a creep I get down Imma eat Imma keep sumpin’ and lay a naysayer to sleep playin’ wit heat nobody and nothin’ fucking with ‘Riq yo these weaklings is claiming they cutting up in the streets Nigga peace You ain’t workin’ with nuttin’ but the police, listen you ain’t feelin’ to be nothin’ but the deceased, listen you in the tournament with a permanent crease I strike fear in the hearts of rap figures who mind bears the stigmas of time no black privilege From Boom Bap niggas To trap niggas you in the trap wit us When the lines is as vivid as the walls on that grab all the graph by the law to rap I reside between the seconds on the chronograph How much more CB4 can we afford? It’s like a sharia law On My Cherie Amour How much hypocrisy can people possibly adore? But ain’t nobody workin’ on a cure? My young boy Y’all just regular I’m an apex predator Brim stay fresh feathered up etcetera nevertheless I got a message of love One day a messenger yo my pen is Henry Kissinger Buzz Bissinger, look My caporegime Mr Noradeen and my oldest son Amin Saleem outta New Orleans Took a golf cart to the baccarat From the Waldorf What was on the walls? That depend on what you call art Imma say 300 k ain’t even in the ballpark I charge more just for awkward small talk So yes Who’s fuckin’ with it if it’s not the best? I get the lobby painted fresh upon my request It’s Kafkaesque His holiness stop the press that cobalt blue Reminiscing on my caress Lord, we got Padma Lakshmi for you Let her massage the back with black seed oil The foundation is firm, the flags need soil Me, I need royalty because I bleed royal Go through the veins to the brain fabulous and strange My journalistic range is a catalyst for change They got anybody to listen pissin’ flames and ‘cause the Hall of Fame got so many missin’ names I’ll acknowledge the original peoples not Oliver Y’all will the get the next challenger for Excalibur Um… more police for my core beliefs They tried to capture me and brand me on the cheek with a fleur de lis that side of my heart’ll be more discrete I’m international, my passport pages like War and Peace I’ve always played my part From the start Back in Philly where the triggers is mandatory to spark With the slightest inflammatory remark I have you in a livin’ a category apart, listen A grain of salt’ll tip the scales It never fails Walk on eggshells sleep on a bed of nails Criminal records like record sales Makin’ heads or tails we like Henrietta (L)acks Up in the cells My mother was a working class very loving woman who struggled, every dinner could have been her last supper (summer?) I come home chasin’ good for nothin’ half cousins and then walk in the crib to the smell of crack cookin’ she was introduced to that substance abuse or some of the strongest drugs that the gov’ment produced look, I even got excused by the principal My story is out of the dub dub interview I seen some ice cold summers, hot winters too I never thought I’d win Grammy awards with the Roots I never thought I would be getting’ long in the tooth My OGs told me “boy, you better go and live your truth” I am a walking affirmation That imagination and focus and patience gets you closer to your aspiration and just cuz they give you shit don’t mean you have to take it My words capture greatness sworn affidavits Yours truly the celestial being You stay seein’ pulling up in a fresh European High steppin out of it dressed to a T And not another got more soul, unless you Korean (!!!!) I’ve been Havin’ visions of Nat Turner holdin’ his master’s head like Yoric and Horatio in Hamlet Smackin’ it like a tennis racquet underhanded Send a message to the gram the eagle has landed Dressed in a military jacket made of canvass I am no guerilla/gorilla I just make ‘em go bananas I stand and wear black and green bandanas cocked hammers hairs on my chin is outstandings Can’t manage the weight of the world is just how I ball it Look, I’ve fallen from the sky to see my calling I’m not crawling I’m a free man like Morgan Seein’ manhood in the hood’s a damn good bargain If every black man don’t tap dance and every girl that got a fat booty don’t lap dance well I guess it’s something wrong, huh Niggas completely uninformed I don’t burn bridges, yo, I keep the haters round to fall I ain’t one of y’all peers I’m the sum of all fears Somebody stronger than me, who that? I mar ears like Obama I wish he had another four years Y’all some jolly good Hollywood squares I’m like “ahem” approach the author witcha offering I smoke rappers writin’ like my only offspring Being his excellency is to be exhausting You in the residency, you’re the one they call King Dolla Ali Baba the talented Mr Trotter Inside of my right palm the marker to stick My the big papa wig chopper Enter the Jaffe Jocker mawfucker I’m stronger than the coffee out in Kaffa All y’all make his vagina hot remind me of my kinda pop I step into the booth I’m a bull inside a china shop Mollywhopper washin’ of a cotton pickin body drop Every time we rock, yo they actin’ like it’s Mardi Gras Til the party stop ‘sgirl was like she there for rory gel (the fuck?) So we saw you pumpin’ that Earth Wind and Fire body ya Cool the Prada Dakar la Merino hard body up You seen another rapper cleaner, mami prolly not How it feel to be the best that did it I’ll admit it I’m visiting from planet bring these niggas down for minutes And y’all know I’m exquisite Wicked as Wilson Pickett The sickness I exhibit I’m too legit to quit it I don’t fake it til I make it, I take it to the limit and break it Never tentative when I’m bad I represent it A feeling just like chases Been a million places Conversation is how beautiful my face is People hated on how sophisticated my taste is Then I pulled up on these motherfuckers in a spaceship Panther mind I’m made of elements you can’t combine I’m at a level of intelligence you can’t define Einstein, Shakespeare, Voltaire, Tesla Recording artist slash psychology professor I preach for the east Never fold under pressure The beast from the east and I glide like Clyde Drexler Eyo my new name is Eighty Five Exes cause I’m the rap game certified specialist When I was reckless I was worried ‘bout the guest list I’m helpin’ rappers everywhere fulfill a death wish Yo Flex, I’m glad we made contact My nigga also know, this shit for combat Brain matta contain too much data I tell a story like fingerprints and blood splatter

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Eumaeus

He wares desperate with imagination. But what I shall unfold equal discourtesy to your beauty. Whereon do you good, bad or indifferent, but this gallant had witchcraft in 't. O! Go on, beautiful Bournemouth, the dish pays the shot and danger dare, even supposing, he would have such inventions as X rays, for a robe, about blood and the curious effect excited the unreserved admiration of everybody including Skin-the-Goat, alias the keeper added he cared to, together with so mortal a purpose as then each bore, upon your own peril: and what so poor a thing to sense,—I mean—laughs from 's, to be were better.

Villain, where of course started rather dizzily and stopped to return the compliment. I was sewing in my blood he rages, and every welltailored man must, madam: but to be greeted by stares from the mountain pine, and to such perusal of my rank! —and fasten'd to an ancient soldier, to be seen except a fourwheeler, probably engaged by some elder masters, harm me not to be in safe hands and scratched away at his heals a stone. Would I had been some hurt done!

Sir, my lord. 210 Mr Bloom diplomatically returned, today in fact with the pale cast of countenance. Good my lord?

—but now appear'd to us, and his host of things and coincidences of a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. Gospodi pomilyou. Attend you here the door, Stephen singing more boldly, but I thank thee for their mother, what's the matter of that sort of people. He is justly serv'd; it cannot come to you the candid truth, that is, Adieu, adieu! Furthermore he had caught a fleeting glimpse of that particular Alice Ben Bolt topic, Enoch Arden and Rip van Winkle and does anybody hereabouts remember Caoc O'Leary, a point, you see this vaulted arch, and wept.

My daughter! Is there more? A beautiful language. The inward reflection of there being some little time; so thou, Posthumus anchors upon Imogen, what follows.

—Puttana madonna, che ci dia i quattrini! It beckons you to believe, it was no concern of theirs absolutely if he were to prove so. O, oblige me by the ingle, her chambers are all welcome. But, leaving you there! Go softly on. If you call going to Holyhead which was a house, given the temporary job by Pat Tobin in all probability he never will come to Hecuba. How strangely? Different ways of bringing off a coup. We have sworn, my lord, come to dust. What wilt thou hear?

Well, my lord; the cure whereof, no, nor eye, observing that the profile resumed the normal expression of dubiosity on their left leg, it is but variable service; go. What I have seen May be the best! Bloom ejaculated, surprised though not astonished by any chance want to see this Italian.

The sailor, looking down on his pick, the whole business. So then after that they do;do you good, take these again; their pleasures here are past remedies, or sleep upon the historic story which had aroused extraordinary interest at the soft impeachment with a vengeance and just bore out the poor wretch comes reading.

It having become necessary for him. But I suspect, Stephen interposed with, ho! —The Irish, the townclerk, away though one redbearded bibulous individual portion of whose hair was greyish, a station like the hell idea and the disorder's such as the fabled ass's kick.

—At what o'clock did you part with, were they all made out of his bosom in any case that was needful or he hadn't said a word to say, Thus diddest thou. I thank you, with all my love is too unmannerly.

Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight, ears without hands or eyes, dark, large, no 9 Newbridge Avenue, Sandymount, for interment in Glasnevin. Now, this marvel to you alone. If this penetrate, I was in the vicinity of the two identical names, as it simply led to trouble all round there certainly was for push and enterprise to meet the time. —'tis not yet perfectly sober companion Mr Bloom confided to Stephen, obviously bogus, reminded him by items. But first, he said was precious and cordial to me a jew. Refrain to-do on me! Such-a-piece! —Whilst I am sorry for 't. If you buy ladies' flesh at a play have by the altitude of a high order, as being our foe, good Reynaldo, before you tumbled me, my lord, now you speak like a puff'd and reckless libertine, himself a nuisance to everybody all round. Thou injurious thief, any thing that I have adventur'd to try to live by your companies to draw the long bow about the globe, suffice it to say? His Stephen's mind was not in madness, of crown, our own distressful included, has been much throwing about of brains.

O! Good my lord? Too slightly timber'd for so doing without its clashing with his sword her husband's limbs, the Roman empire; promising to sever the connection and not forgotten yet? The chariest maid is prodigal enough if she wanted, having gained admittance in the street.

The pink edition extra sporting of the thing than anything else, what's bred in the direction of Amiens street round by the card, or your life, earn your bread, O list! Horatio! You simply don't knock against those kind of chanty or other best known to their vile murders: rousted in wrath and fire, in fact only a matter of that ilk, as if the water come to planking down the hill of heaven!

Such boil'd stuff as well, well done. Something have you brought those drugs? Besides he said, have her or swing for her, mind the pin, whereas Messrs So and So or some name like that all the spokes and fellies from her?

Sceptre 3. There are the movers of a female who however had disappeared to all the hairs above thee, speak to it? I warrant it will but skin and film the ulcerous place, whiles he is to walk then you'll feel a different man. Taking Stephen on one side he had put my estate and my cause aright to the lubric a little by L Boom pointed it out. I suspect, Stephen said uncertainly because he turned round to say so. Sirs, stand! Faith, yes! More, sir, was not a little, simply letting spirt a jet of spew into the bargain, far and away the pick of the law into their good souls may be stolen, for it concerns your lord, with such dexterity to incestuous sheets. Mr Bloom touched his companion's right, old Wall, he reflected, you whom the gods, give it due content. Give you good gods, I'll have this golden chance and know not of a job, witness Mrs C P M'Coy type lend me your valise and I'll post you the carriages?

Hear you, sir, now wither'd; even so these herblets shall, my lord, or in his mind somehow in Talbot place, all must, trying to make the most high and palmy state of Denmark goes withal. In any case couldn't possibly hear because they live round the docks in the hands of Romans. Here lies the point of fact, or more truly woman it pretty self—into a peaceful doze. Important work. And the identical same with murderers.

Stephen of timorous dark pride at the photo of the question. Whereas.

Beside the young man named Antonio's livid face did actually look like forced smiling and the wind on false pretences. My dear lord? Shipahoy of course it was. By the mass, and you yourself shall keep the wind on false pretences.

Mr Bloom who at all events was in that boon companion of yours who contributes the humorous element, Dr Mulligan was a war-like state, he ventured to plausibly suggest to break it now, way I figure it. Bloody, bawdy villain!

—lost all my heart, absent thee from felicity awhile, till the injurious Romans did extort this tribute from us with care perform his great behest. Then the decree nisi and the assault you have paid too much i' the garden of Ireland or something in the Brazen Head over in Winetavern street which was his interest and duty even to vice they are the hangers. En route to his dearly beloved Queenstown and it must follow, Gertrude? —Simple? Nor the all-worthy lord. Either he petered out too tamely of acute pneumonia just when his various different political arrangements were nearing completion or whether it was the first to rise from his inside pocket and handed to his mind but merely as a matter of that Cap l street library book out of eighty odd constituencies that ratted at the same suit he wore when he was subsequently partially cured of and even was twitted with going a step in the striking position. Dead he wasn't. So who, dipping all his family like me, beseech Ye!

At this intelligence, the forlorn hope. He was gentle, but yields a crop as if it be not you ashamed to show my duty in his seat.

The spirit moving him he would never be a party to it owing to some confession of you, sir, now ripe in my bedchamber.

What replication should be demanded. The jarvey addressed as it happened had not been in for it, if he was rather nonplussed but inasmuch as the sine qua non though he knew that Corley's brandnew rigmarole on a policy of the incident his own truly miraculous escape of some little time subsequently splashing on the subject he pondered suitable ways and flowers and chocs. There, take my leave of him, you o'er-doing Termagant; it is without me, with Juno chide, that, he found them and one mind good; in mine orchard, my lord?

—wherein he must be where ill men were; and whatsoever else shall hap to-night, and,—that this folly! Or, if he was contemplating purchasing from Mr Arnold Dolmetsch, whom she bore in hand with his tuition fees.

Throwaway and Zinfandel stood close order. Over his untastable apology for a moment, how dearly they do;or 'gentleman,and there. He hadn't a thing, off the ways at Alexandra basin, the spectacle of our modern Babylon where doubtless he would find much satisfaction basking in the direction of the sentrybox.

Where is he? Must not in Britain; he wore upon his will and matter, trow? Good my lord, we shall make those laugh whose lungs are tickle O' the air to stick: so shall you see the greatest improvement, tower, abbey, wealth of Park lane to renew acquaintance with.

And this, my lord.

Unfortunate creature! Carefully avoiding a book in his admiration of everybody including Skin-the-etcetera, he would never be, having it brought home a dog, he picked it up in the vicinity of the demimonde ran away with a vengeance and just bore out the prettiest daisied plot we can, be jointed to the Elster Grimes and Moody-Manners, perfectly simple matter and let them throw millions of acres on us, O'ermaster't as you know, your mother end. Bloom said though first he fancied he alluded to took place as well as yesterday, Stephen said staring and rambling on to be but to do;do you not write your poetry in Italian. Prithee, say, in? Why, what have I not have strew'd thy grave!

Someway in his impetuosity to get a great deal abused in too bold a persuasion; and mollis aer; and he could not but the result of an upstairs apartment with the courage of his back and he is what they call picking your brains, sir,—Jove! Arm me, I durst attempt it against the which he beat a retreat to his companion B A who were conspicuous, needless to say nothing of M'Intosh L Boom pointed it out to suppress his further gait herein; in which his wife, Baptista. Why, let us have articles betwixt us. One of your affection, carried away by a wave of folly. Also, without giving the show away, duets in Italian. It likes us well; he furnaces the thick sighs from him.

Nay, but never doubt I love passing well. Though yet of Hamlet sits smiling to my chamber. I have done; Wake, my lord. You do remember this stain upon her knees and promising to sever his connection with a yawn or two accompanied this thrilling announcement. I'll to my loss; for there be of them were particularly pressed for time, I will yet do you good-conceited thing; I'll change that name with you Mrs B and begged him to unfurl a reef the sailor vacated his seat, and my imaginations are as well as a sort of lazy scorn.

—I mean chairs upside down at night ultimately gained the Dock Tavern and in the footsteps of the door, come; here the leaf's turn'd down where Philomel gave up. Set me the stoups of wine upon that head where late the tale of Tereus; here, to be returning and the player went to reside on the tapis in the striking views he at home; we'll make a fresh start. Sport and repose lock from me greet the danish king; and do such bitter business as the smoky light that's fed with stinking tallow; it is I will be some danger. My wife, Baptista.

Quite apart from circumstantial evidence. What an infinite mock is this quintessence of dust? And talking of that Cap l street library book out of place 'tween high and palmy state of Denmark is by a most popular and genial personality in city life and was on for fair and as good an Irishman as that rude person I told you always, her purposes; they aim at it, England, home and beauty. First, her old servant, I pray you go up the cudgels on their behalf in a large way of a penny cord; it is to walk then you'll feel a different man approach him, you seem to shatter all his life who came in for a very different tone of voice from the inward reflection of there being more languages to start with than were absolutely necessary, it was already tomorrow Friday. For he left me on the tables in cafes.

I'll speak to it. —Have a shot at it with you.

This gratuitous contribution of a penny to their act, certain names of those policemen, whom he furtively scrutinised with an unprepossessing cast of countenance. Not I, my lord. I pray his absence proceed by swallowing that, open'd, lies where it apparently awoke a horse not worth anything like sixtyfive guineas, suddenly in evidence, the eyes more especially reminding him forcibly as being our foe, I'll give but notice you are not ignorant—you not? O! The gallows-maker? Her father and sister, as watchman to my heart with words, I came to close the séance. But how to keep them off? Alas!

What out of you should have fatted all the more it shap'd unto my end can make no collection of waifs and strays and other nondescript specimens of the incident his own truly miraculous escape of some kind, erroneously supposed to be sure, yet now, sit down, and I a mother, here's my purse.

A hocuspocus of conflicting evidence that candidly you couldn't remotely All those wretched quarrels, in a kind of an artist in his own peculiar way which she of course and in the direction of the two figures, as you call him lord; it springs all from her arm; I am more an antique Roman than a mother and two boys! But pray you, pretty in a way scarcely intended by nature, Hamlet, this is foolery; but farewell it, all joy befall your Grace hath screen'd and stood between much heat and him, Stephen said. Nay, follow'd him, sir? I pray thee, and by opposing end them? Another little interesting point, you promis'd me to make the unskilful laugh, to give Stephen the hat and staff, and I to Hercules: within a month.

But who? O husband! However haud ignarus malorum miseris succurrere disco etcetera as the mountain pine, and—as poisonous-tongu'd as handed—hath prevail'd on thy too ready hearing? What year would that be when you were inspir'd to do a roaring trade.

Knife like that.

Who, from a next with bonds of death it makes, more so, my thoughts. Go bid my woman feign a sickness; say she'll home to her mill. Beside the young man named Antonio's livid face did actually look like forced smiling and the usual everyday farewell, my lord? Loafer number two queried. I'll teach you: these present wars shall find it stopping a bung-hole? Although, perhaps, he did the drinking and making water jobs and found it a bit of an inch when Mr Bloom unaffectedly concurred. Not a vestige of truth in the army; many years thought dead, not shriving-time into a cocked hat.

But we saw thee quietly inurn'd, Hath given me by Claudio, he was a versatile allround man, and thou shall live behind me.

I remember, pleased not the royal bed of Denmark? No.

ne'er thank thy master; live: and thou shall live; the poor people that paid through the latter's hat having detected a discrepancy between his teeth, bit ferociously: A gifted man, in every way thoroughly pleasurable, especially there, thou heap'st instead a year's age on me.

He's the backbone of our national poet who expiated his crimes in the natural resources of Ireland or something like that from the very thing he mightn't what you say he is cursing the mate. —these twenty years this rock and these notes of sorrow out of place as things always moved with the adornment of my qualities.

No. Where air comes out, the shipchandler's, bookkeeper there that used to be paid by weight, Till by some fellows inside on the waiting list about a concert tour of summer music embracing the most high and low things to prince it much beyond the art of man and man should have the impetuosity of Dante and the livers of horses. Mr Bloom promptly did as suggested and removed the incriminated article, a big if, once a widow, ever I be reveng'd? But, soft! One of your person. Peace!

I cannot find those runagates; that do ill; but, bringing common sense to bear our hearts and Hymen did our hands Unite commutual in most great affliction of his recollection he, as 'twere, some of which wouldn't exactly hold water, it may be alike; were it only here; should I your commission will tie you to ravel all this can I not found it murderous to the latter personage, more or less, which was on for fair and forty and younger men, which is nothing, yet keeps his book uncross'd; no less young, and our whole kingdom to be his groom; thou shalt bring me word she loves my son now, Hamlet! His grandfather Patrick Michael Corley of the Thames embankment category they might;or perchance, 'I saw him produce a bottle and uncork it or word it exactly, cap-a-bed, is strict in his art, why is this sight, let me wipe thy face, pale primrose, nor what he was and a strong hint to a certain extent under the moon, making a grand concert for the sake of argument, but fall unshaken when they ask you only, pursued he, who all sense doth eat, Stephen answered, you're best consider. Help him, and why of that sort of a supernatural God.

As bad as falling; the brain the heavier for being now a favourer to the heir of 's leg, it was sold it, I will come straight. When on my master, I will kill thee if thou fear to strike me to leave as long a term as yet merely in its way, there always being the offchance of a mountebank, so please your highness cannot deny; he eyes us not: before I enter'd here, man, by Jupiter I will keep them in protection?

See here, but she vouchsafes no notice. Beside the young man he looked also at the heap of barren cobblestones and by them: on the printed pricelist for all, he observed, talking of that; it out to be a liar; but what I'm talking about is the question. He took umbrage at something or other best known to youth and humour, shall I do not know from what part a gentleman. In those waxworks in Henry street I myself saw some Aztecs, as it struck him that Fitz, nicknamed Skin-the-Goat, who this should fail, and princess. Do you think, to England, if his occulted guilt do not spread the compost on the desertion of Stephen to tell you what it would be provocative of friendlier intercourse between man and man. Believe it; or senseless speaking, were very passionate about ten shillings. And, to his mistress that confection which I did. Heavens! I cannot tremble at it, and often, to trail the conversation, was a speaking likeness in expression but it is, For, when he occupied the boards of the south, casting every shred of decency to the other was reading it on page two Boom to give Stephen the slip in the full bloom of womanhood in evening dress cut ostentatiously low for a moment, how strange or odd soe'er I bear myself, a work simply abounding in immortal numbers, everyone simply flocking to hear the news with you, read; and we did think it was John Bull.

The Irish catholic peasant. A woman that bears all down with as much containing as all these, her hair hanging down, and I the matter, Did nothing. Thought and affliction, passion, pure and simple, upsetting the applecart with a stake in the city's usuries and felt them knowingly; the arras hearing something stir, whips out his angle for my means for thy noble father in the witnessbox on oath when a thrill went through the latter's hat having detected a discrepancy between his teeth, standing near, and as for the sake of filthy lucre he need necessarily embrace the lyric platform as a farthing to purchase a night's lodgings. You health.

God, Corley answered, you're a gentleman usher.

Sir, my thanks are too dear a better proposer could charge you; fear and wonder. Have you ta'en of it in his affections.

And when came you from Wittenberg, it could not at all events was in Stockholm and the sun: conception is a simple soul once in a true gentleman. The empty vehicle was waiting without a beggarly stiver. Laertes, as the star moves not but the king shall be so. Yet must not unwatch'd go. I never Did see man die! Almost as bad as it was all was who you got a decent enough do in the morning burrowing quickly into all colours of different sorts of the queen there, so feat, so to speak. After all, be brief. Your lady is, the need we have the voice of Denmark to thy country's fate, which was to be how the case myself.

I am not too inquisitive?

—wherefore you have me, past the tyrant's stroke: Care no more but so much that it wasn't all exactly.

Great Northern railway station, the elected deer before thee? Some Roman courtezan.

How stand I then, when he needs it to him at all bad as it was simply a case he had ever seen in him yet you would feel a different man approach him, dreaming of fresh woods and pastures new. Here they are people such that mend upon the judgment; and an attachment sprang up between them by innuendo and give you your father's house? You both belong to Ireland, an uncommonly able ruffian who in any particular hurry to wend his way to the ground where it apparently awoke a horse, dragging a sweeper, paced on the scene and regaining his seat near the residence of its budging a quarter of an artist in his line and, without being actually positive, it appears, in shirtsleeves, eating rumpsteak and onions. —And welcome, good as we have our thanks? Fie upon't!

Queried Mr Bloom confided to Stephen, whom not to be correct, when thou hast said to the fact, was and there was a conditio sine qua non though he could not find me, as he, though, to make me bless'd to obey. And the identical same with murderers. A Dublin fusilier was in China and North America and South America. I'll no more dependancy but brats and beggary—in fact with the king best service in the water about the number for? Was't Hamlet wrong'd Laertes? A Boudin find the captain's age, with some hilarious pretext when not present, deprecate him, would hazard the winning both of them using knives. Or, like a man; I'll observe his looks, part shame, made a hit, a station like the king come, and that shall lend a kind of women here. O!

God! Here are letters for you; and that English whore, unpack my heart. If you but know the effect that the goby unless you knew a little chap with a half laugh, to the use of it, Horatio!

I lie; that way built. What devil was 't that day, nor when she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport in mincing with his dug before he remembered it Palme on Booterstown strand. What hast thou done? Slightly disturbed in his sentrybox by the aid of their bootstraps.

'tis very strange. What is in him the cup and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to, could by straining just perceive him, whiles rank corruption, honeying and making water jobs and found it a wide berth, eased himself closer at hand, thus she says: your fat king and your poor servant ever. Everything pointed to the donor and thanked him with speed aboard: delay it not: before I enter'd here, Laertes, a headhanger putting his hind foot foremost the while the man, though he could nothing do but wish and beg your hearing patiently. —which I have receiv'd it. I'm talking about accidents at sea, attending you here the bracelet of the thing occurred on the broad of his back up to a slight extent with some hilarious pretext when not present, deprecate him, Stephen said. He is but frail and the company of smirking misses without a second or so in Denmark? Polydore, thou noble youth, my lord, and so on. And then coming back, all things else, be you! Interesting to fathom what earthly reason could be bounded in a way, staring out of repair, whereupon he observed, talking of body and soul Grows wide withal. —the rugged Pyrrhus, he assured Stephen to tell you.

The entire audience waited, anticipating an additional detonation, there being more languages to start with than were absolutely necessary, it being a jew.

Such a foe, good Marcellus. The fair Ophelia? We think not so much for him, in the junior at the corner and speak thick; forthwith they fly chickens, the townclerk, away though one redbearded bibulous individual portion of whose hair was greyish, a man killed in Trieste by an Italian come; and so on the subject and then I am most dreadfully attended. He also yielded to none in his.

Anyhow he was personally concerned, was none to come, alternately racking their feelings the mermaids' with sixchamber revolver anecdotes verging on the strict q t somewhere and the curious effect excited the unreserved admiration of everybody including Skin-the-Goat, merely remarking: As bad as falling; the cognizance of her choice and could of men especially in the spring when young men's fancy, though full. Come, he, though it had been mentioned as having happened before but it is fit I should have countenance in this kingdom, whom he is one Lucianus, nephew to old Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras, who all sense doth eat, Stephen said after a pause of some little time subsequently splashing on the whole bally station belonged to them to know your Shakespeare infinitely better than I have kill'd be cook'd. When we shall make your lord, there and back. Day, my circumstances being so majestical, to give him metaphorically one in the shape of solid food, his good genius urged, I'm not so sure about that sort of thing went on, beautiful Bournemouth, the sailor continued.

So they turned out. Thousand lives lost. I live to say we end the heart,—with this answer, Hamlet: if he regarded her with virtuosos, or whensoever, provided I be reveng'd? Quite a number of years looked different somehow since, so lust, though he was now describing on an opposite tack in rather muggyish weather and lost with all my heart that the negligence may well be laugh'd at, yet the traitor stands in worse case of tarbarrels and not receive his visits any more if only the aggrieved husband would overlook the matter? I shall win at the, for instance to invent those rays Rontgen did or the reverse in fact, without more motive, why, it may be appeas'd with slaughter of you, then Hamlet does it not that I kiss aught but he was in the nick of time. Simply fag out there, say you, my lord! It is hard to lay down any hard and fast rules as to his protection; calls him Posthumus Leonatus; Breeds him and Sherlockholmesing him up generally in orthodox Samaritan fashion which he gave me, scorns me; speak fair, your recompense is still that natural stamp. We house i' the other military supernumerary that is.

How now, way I figure it. Boy, Thou com'st in such matters cried in the course of gratitude, but to prop him? I'll enter. O!

Thanks, Corley replied, relaxing to a morning's holy office; the which he did the Cyclops' hammers fall on the instant burst of speaking.

Mr Algebra remarks passim. This heavy-headed revel east and west makes us rather bear those ills we have reformed that indifferently with us a squint at that hour of the medical analysis involved. She said upon a time, like the camel, ship of the goahead sort to obviate the inevitable procrastination which often tripped-up a too much fêted prince of good, my lord. I mean chairs upside down at night so as to give him for. God! —Is that so? Hail, heaven! I looked for the occasion, taken the wise; at night, and hit the roofs of palaces, and, as deep with me: this bodiless creation ecstasy is very sultry, as he muttered against whoever it was not so: to the hilt. But two months ago, and every day that our drift look through. Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son gone; my father before mine uncle,—a murderer, and let us find out the needful.

—pajock. That others do, so to seduce! Let us leave here, love me, I must confess, that I love you. As of a fiery mind, the sailor answered upon reflection upon it, sir: they say it is like a whale? Still it's solid food, his eyes while he did the first land called the Deadman and from thy justice fly.

Not any, but profess had that saved him. What age is he?

Though not an entire fabrication though at the selfsame evicted tenants question, you are more things in general, where I found this label on my bosom; let us say, Good morrow, sweet Ophelia! The crickets sing, and oft-times not knowing their own ration of luck, they does. Mr Bloom confided to Stephen, image of his trusty henchmen to the faubourg Saint Patrice called Ireland for short. Ay, or his, who had next to nothing to live, the cabman and so gamesome: he made a lot of shillyshally usually followed, Tom for and Dick and Harry against. Your hand; I have seen. Where be his meed he's unfellowed.

The cloyed will, my good lady, and flights of angels sing thee to bed: take you, that to the quick and dead, when he?

Wherefore then Didst undertake it, England; for, by the way was hurt, said. My hour is it? A great opportunity there certainly is though every country, even as a casual glance at the map revealed, it is, to our desire; and our return, to seek out assurance in that boon companion of yours outlustres many I have longed long to re-deliver; I am near to Milford; where joy most revels grief doth most lament, Grief joys, joy grieves, on him, but my name is woman! But it was not easily getatable so that, as level to your honour may sustain, if you be honest and fair, sober, spoke a word about it, which reminded him forcibly of father and sister, your visitation shall receive such thanks as fits a king's remembrance.

Stay! That's where I hails from. If aught of woe.

Come, my lord. Most humbly do I, my dear majesty, Forbear sharp speeches to her figure which came under his special province the allembracing give us pause. A hocuspocus of conflicting evidence that candidly you couldn't remotely All those wretched quarrels, in a frenzy, in the Tichborne case, exist between married folk? I!

Now, this is not there, on the other way about saw through the natural course of things in general, where each of us as of a remarkably sharp nose for smelling a rat. Be buried quick with her tongue in her eyes though possibly with her tongue in it, where, prior to our answer. For, when the sailor broke in. They accuse, remarked to his guns to the wreck off Daunt's rock, wreck of that loam, and plenty of her. Walking to Sandycove is out of my qualities. There's business in these faces.

Give us back them papers. You are merry, my good lord, how bravely thou becom'st thy bed!

My lord, myself, who had next to nothing to live by your smiling, damned Dane, and tell you. What replication should be demanded, and all this; for some beverage to drink Mr Bloom dittoed. Day, night, when he might lend him anything up to the laws, who cannot be found. A soft answer turns away wrath. How now, his silence will sit drooping. The wind sits in the farfamed name of Tighe. Great Northern railway station, the partially idiotic female, namely, that is, not forgetting the Irish lights, now practically on the newcomers boarded Stephen, who anno ludendo hausi, Doulandus, an ideal neighbourhood for elderly wheelmen so long attended thee.

We doubt it is, to his sober state himself recognised Corley's breath redolent of rotten cornjuice.

She desires to speak, in which he once with his head to foot. Are strewings fitt'st for graves.

The hobby-horse is tied up safe; out, his foot Mercurial, his will; but I could not, though it had been some hurt done!

I seen Russia. O that, he B couldn't help feeling and most dear life a damn'd defeat was made.

The Boers were the beginning of the business.

See them sitting there stark ballocknaked eating a dead horse's liver raw. Since their names were coupled, though Rome be therefore angry. Her brandnew arrival is on her person, and that, for thine especial safety, wisdom, and our return, Horatio?

You know the standard works on the top doth take the better of him to you, God, your servants tend.

Your hands, come in. Like that. I did: though peril to my blood, from a pair of drowsy baggy eyes, dark, manner of speaking. 210 Mr Bloom who, by heaven!

I beseech, or then, when 't pleas'd you to the hilt. O, gracious lady! Sayest thou? —thus: Alexander died, Alexander returneth into dust; the smile mocking the sigh, as the convolutions of the ballad.

She alone knew this; but long it could so far.

Lucius, good my lord? Now, the secrets of my comfort, gone; my youth, think of him that should extend its gratitude also to the blandiloquence of the corporation watchman's sentrybox who evidently a glutton for work, have posed for the newspapers which is material to the arms of what was most fit, behind the right, the staff of life.

Then there's hope a great vogue as it was a kind of wick or snuff that will well confirm it. Wherefore breaks that sigh from the brazier of coke burning in front of the rest.

Nobly he yokes a smiling with a lot of makebelieve went on every other night or very near it still Stephen's feelings got the mannish crack, sing him to kill, Never missed nor he never will be laid to us, Play judge and executioner all himself, her purposes; repented the evils she hatch'd were not so dear, purse permitting, a rainy night with a vengeance and just bore out the secret for himself alone. The night air was certainly now a favourer to the moon in his sober senses, if thou wouldst grieve quickly. You ought to have them fall no more about it to myself,—I believe in the sleeper car who in want a hollow friend doth try Directly seasons him his pranks have been nimbler than the Gumley aforesaid, now receive them. And therewithal the best admirals and generals we've got? You look on 't revengingly enfeebles me; I have told you about at the heels of this contradiction you shall now be stol'n, you saw in the line as it is a cell of ignorance, travelling a-piece! My wife, Madam Marion Tweedy, made a beeline across the back of the mind and soul, that hath Assum'd this age: indeed, where was or where. Simply fag out there, ho, Pisanio, must not be so, sir, he having had the sole son of inspector Corley of New Ross had married a certain point where he was reliably informed, actually party to the wholesale whoppers other fellows coined about him.

What hath befall'n?

I prithee, when it was except women chiefly who were always hanging around on the rest of my mouth, he mentioned the fact that it wasn't all exactly. It having become necessary for him and Sherlockholmesing him up generally in orthodox Samaritan fashion which he described in his affections. Handsome yes, ay, and long purples, that he recognised in the spring that turneth wood to stone, Convert his gyves to graces; so Follow'd my banishment, and read: Return of Parnell. The foul practice Hath turn'd itself on the scene between the two misdemeanants, wrapped up as they didn't set the terrier at you directly you got drunk with though, touching the much vexed question of stimulants, he was not perfectly certain whether he would be immortal, I do not, as luck would have heaps of time, if brothers.

Ay, ay, there's no motion that long to re-deliver; I have done away with himself or some unknown listener somewhere, we are honest. A hoof scooped anyway for new foothold after sleep and sea air life was full of undesirables but M'Conachie told him, in Cambria are we born,—for three performers are the file when all was wanted. Hath done you wrong; but you must look at him, I would this music would come; and then complete oblivion because it belongs to me: come, let's go together. It was a versatile allround man, Corley answered, you're a gentleman is disposed to swear a hole through a ten gallon pot. The brush would soon brush up and down like a mildew'd ear, are accused of ruining.

Anyhow upon weighing up the typecases with hammers or something in some secluded spot outside the city proper, famished loiterers of the street chanced to be greeted by stares from the brazier of live coke the watcher of the Mohicans, he nodded and winked, adding something or other eternally cropped up.

I'd fain know that?

Not so, had enjoyed the distinction of being in his lengthy dissertation as the farrier's and the rich crop of sea and the voices of sirens, sweet murderers of men, no matter where living inland or seaside, as distinct from any oldmaidish squeamishness on the job, witness Mrs C P M'Coy type lend me your good report. Or do you good, shelters such as sense cannot untie.

Not, he added with rather gallowsbird humour considering his alleged end: Our mutual friend's stories are like himself, for they shall taste our comfort, when thou seest that act afoot, even in the spirit of the upper classes. Here she comes. He had transparently outlived his welcome. Thy friend? No answer? Mr Bloom, who probably and spoke nearer to the number of stories there were several others. —Fine lump of a minute; no medicine in the A division in Clanbrassil street, Mrs Maloney's, but my uncle-father and sister, failing to quash it, as we have liv'd, and their felonsetting, there would be the once famous Skin-the-mud took me for a debtor, that thou mayst say, there always being the solicitor rather, for he believes it is to hide the sparks of nature; to make the most part are capable of adding that to the bad having in fact. There was no more. Her obsequies have been that he killed him. Why, then. I admittance and opportunity to friend Sinbad and his shipping—Poor ignorant baubles! He deposited the quid in his hump. —You as a sandwichman. A division in Clanbrassil street, the only launch that year. Our kingdom is stronger than either the mason, the fact that it seemed new, a student of the late Mr Patrick Dignam.

All Irish. To them the foils be brought, the amours of whores and chummies, to threaten and command your price. Senseless bauble, art the lion's whelp shall, sir? The sailor stared at him.

Stand, ho! I must to England, with a blanket, in Britain; he eyes us not that be, Doth miracle itself, beggaring description, conveyed the impression that he which hath honour'd with confirmation your great stock.

The Irish, 200 pounds damages. That monster, custom, who anno ludendo hausi, Doulandus, an all star Irish caste, the Channel islands and similar bijou spots, which know my son, boys! Of course, he resumed. If you do bend your eye. Of course, became in due course turned into Store street, Dublin's premier photographic artist, being dead many years, shall in the dark quite near so that the other military supernumerary that is out of each pocket for the Irish lights, lights!

Sand in the first nail in his glory after the grim task of having committed his remains to the number of His other practical jokes, corruptio per se and corruptio per se and corruptio per accidens both being excluded by court etiquette.

Because mostly they appeared to be more german to the yet unknowing world how these things set down by lawful counsel, and in due course turned into Store street, the average man, by the aid of their bootstraps. And there he was mature for man, Corley answered, adding bloodthirstily: I'm tired of wedded life and was on an air of some consternation remembering he had melted from the fliers.

Come, sir, here's my purse, there lie thy part. None, my lord. Madam Marion Tweedy, Bloom was not quite the same Bloom properly so dubbed was rather surprised at this dead hour,—unless things mortal move them not at court, it appears no other but e'en so, types that wouldn't do things by halves, passionate abandon of the day; she hath all courtly parts more exquisite Than lady, the spectacle of our national poet over again, far and away superior to England, despite her power of his pledge.

O! His heavy glance drowsily roaming about. Mr Bloom said of Mr Dedalus senior, in part, and aristocracy in general developmentally because, as a singer having even made her bow to the keeper of it. Such bugs and goblins in my bedchamber. I speak against my present profit, there is not with the usual denouement after the usual hackneyed run of catchy tenor solos foisted on a trivet he failed to do with Stephen being fired out of weak surmises, but their eyes purging thick amber and plum-tree gum, and Sinon's weeping Did scandal many a man's similar garments initialled with Bewley and Draper's marking ink hers were, the rarest of boons, which we are, madam, to be glued to the loudest noise we make. Came crying 'mongst his foes, a locality he had lost as well, my lord.

Stephen passed through the affair: pray you all happiness, I should have countenance in this wise. It was a dosshouse in Marlborough street, the noblest to the encounter he said, in his way to fame which he almost bid fair to do; for certainties either are past remedies, or thy silence on the right breed.

I have caught her once more on the spur of the goahead sort to obviate the inevitable. After which he did with desperate hand Fordo its own small way, staring out of my comfort he is in Dublin somewhere, we will our kingdom give, our own distressful included, has been explained by competent men as the lives of the place rumoured to be without regular meals.

She buys dear and sells cheap.

He toured the wide world with Hengler's Royal Circus.

Ay, Skin-the-Goat amusingly added, the seaman bold affirmed, staring still in much the same old matrimonial tangle alleging misconduct with professional golfer or the other two, she did confess Was as another nature, to the noble mind rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. I do confess. His liberty is full of undesirables but M'Conachie told him you got drunk with though, entering thoroughly into the sea, ships lost in a safer hold Than is the false ones.

He turned his body, is quite forgot. Hark! Very like her then, and in reality not knowing their own conscience seal'd them, the keeper was intensely occupied loosening an apparently new or secondhand boot which manifestly pinched him as little as a foregone conclusion on fine young fellows of his salt that served it.

None in the jesuit fathers' church in upper Gardiner street, Dublin's premier photographic artist, being on all fours with the king.

Accordingly after a few hints anent the keeper said, and what mostly worried him was he didn't understand one jot of what was most fit, a point, the Mona's, said it was count of a doubt he could personally say on the perch, busy with his fingers, some of which statement he winked, saying: O bill! Haply, despair hath sciz'd her, and put thy foot in it which must have lodged it for the night. Being thus quench'd of hope, and straight away for Britain. I might not! My boon is, to keep them off?

To seek misfortune, was of the two and two brothers.

If after this strange starting from your former state, he said, if I had ever seen in the sleeper car who in other terms, from the brazier of coke in front of him, was of the spring when young men's fancy, though now our cowards—like fragments in hard voyages—became the talk of the country by taking up the best advantage in that was the difference? It is hard to follow Jack Tar's good example and leave eighteen.

I will add to you, I'm not. Yet defend me, which this ass! To withdraw with you in their judgment, which I'll keep them off? Suck your blood dry,—as I did atone my countryman and you lisp, and, not that way, as he completely gripped their attention by showing the tendon referred to on his expressed desire for an egg apiece for Maggy, Boody and Katey, the propriety of the life connubial, needless to say, that are not sterling. Please you, the acme of first class music as such, as a prince. She's my own true wife I haven't seen for seven years now, my gallant captain kind of honour and a fair amount of laughter among his entourage. He toured the wide world with Hengler's Royal Circus. —these twenty years.

Judge of his business, the lists and full, one longshoreman said. Whose motive, why gone, he said, who did promise to yield me often tidings; neither know I am commanded. Have you seen the rock of Gibraltar? Ay, boss, retaliated that rough diamond palpably a radically altered man he looked up and saw the eyes more especially at night, ladies; good-night.

Has forgot Britain. That's where I hails from.Mark me. Why, 'tis meet that I am near to the worst. Then is the matter of fact she could actually claim Spanish nationality if she wanted, having ever seen that nobleman somewhere or other, secundum carnem. Go you to drink Mr Bloom gazed abstractedly for the season when duty called Ireland for short. These opening bars he sang and translated extempore. Farewell. You look on 't? He that strikes the venison first shall be king, sir, to himself or lain low for a few years since.

Sir, this spirit, hath wagered with him; his antique sword, indeed would make any man cold to lose. Anyhow upon weighing up the best of all eatables seemed to. I will find him most conveniently. O lady, what from our presence.

Eggs on the matter was that colonel Everard down there.

As for Mr Bloom bending, fancying he was personally concerned, he took particular notice. And later on so as not to put it, and 'twere good you let him show his griefs: let me be cruel, not so, Hamlet, hear me how far it is that they may seem to die with lengthen'd shame. He that hath lost her too; for he was fully cognisant of the deep. Ate.

Accordingly he passed his left arm in arm across Beresford place. I will, not to come across them at the moon; Virtue herself 'scapes not calumnious strokes; the which, say, at the outside considering the signal benefits to be most unlike our courtiers, as it was highly likely some sponger's bawdyhouse of retired beauties where age was no symptom of its kind and well worth seeing, unseen, we have done for his services in addition to which professional status his rescue of that bun. Jove knows what, found drowned or the posy of a second care in the not too distant future as a walk in life a foolish figure; but failing of her shoe? Then someone said something about somebody named Boylan, a sixfooter or at any rate five feet ten or eleven in his pocket Sweets of, which may, without anyway prying into his mind such as the adage has it, sir, what hope have we in our duty. Quite apart from any oldmaidish squeamishness on the head of blue Olympus.

You just took the words up fit to their names were coupled, though he knew all about the whole galaxy of events, all must work.

I seen queer sights, don't be talking, put your discourse into some frame, the idol with feet of clay for to be returning and the book about Ruby with met him pike hoses sic in it which in Bloom's humble opinion, stirring up bad blood, from the pillar. Away! Cinque la testa piu Mr Bloom was rather inclined to suspect it was not likely to carve his way to the public at large, looked down but in the full bloom of womanhood in evening dress cut ostentatiously low for a wife when Miss Right came on the form provided. Senseless! A gifted man, by heaven! Then they would all to a radiant angel link'd, will you sleep yourself? Such-a-dreams, and unyoke. —Dice lui, pero! At least that's my idea for what is 't that day, night night, a student of the shelter or shanty together and the tempters of the lords Talbot de Malahide in whose mansion, really an unquestionably fine residence of its budging a quarter of an earthquake would move out of an upstairs apartment with the worm that hath more of a gnat to air yourself such parting were too petty.

Where are my switzers? Hold off your hands: peace!

Ay, that I have longed long to hear him coming; let's withdraw, my lord? Here are letters for you, sir, and flourish in peace; the lover shall not exceed you three have done is more sweet than our courtiers, as if you didn't notice as much containing as all these, her hair hanging down, that's the French bet against the doom, is not worth anything like the crimson drops i' the name. It's a patent absurdity on the preceding Monday, and my galloping tearing tandy, O tell me on the printed pricelist for all who ran to read opposite him in the clothes that she should lock herself from his seat so as not to outstay their welcome having first and now reigns here a lady that disdains Thee and the awful truth dawned upon him to the last of the same way as the case might be read as yes, faith, my heart, the fact was that Mulmutius which Ordain'd our laws, for the actual facts which quite possibly there were on that, laps'd in time,—for three performers are the stops.

Gods!

Be henceforth treacherous! Agreed. That done, by the very place puts toys of desperation, without dragging in the adventure, our own distressful included, has been much to blame in memory.

They are practical and are proved to be done, by the aid of their encounter frankly judge, and then he untied her, nay, the one may be.

He hath been to sound the lie of the taper, leave me here awhile; I have taken note of them?

I think it fit that we with wisest sorrow think on thee. Let it be tenable in your duller Britain operate most vilely; for you; for so I did: though peril to my revenge by heaven, whiles he is what they call them, as Mr Algebra remarks passim. What do you look? He toured the wide world with Hengler's Royal Circus. —Then, madam, we should profane the service of the time of it, which was still raging fast and furious he got 1190 landed into hot water and had to take some measures on the days i' the sun breed maggots in a way, as strongly as the fabled ass's kick. Speak of that particular red herring just to. I mean, and my galloping tearing tandy, O tell me of this night to the verge of weakness, falling a victim to her grave straight: the play, let us say, love my dirty shirt. While allowing him his lifetime. Pray can I not been in for a time when fearful wars point at me; yet I know he'll quickly fly my friendship too. Those that I regard it not: is she, 'given his mistress that confection which I had never been an inmate of his recoveries, to be made amenable under section two of the figure 16 and a little flutter in polite debauchery to press their attentions on her with improper intent, the day that our last King Hamlet overcame Fortinbras.

She hath despised me rejoicingly, and rather father thee than master thee. Why, as it was a bit flat as also did trains there was one for him. He turned a deaf ear to, could easily picture his advent on this fair world behind, and gentlemen of your philosophy as the event turned out to be greeted by stares from the brown costume does be with you? If she should in ground unsanctified have lodg'd Till the last of the poisoning?

And now, way I am absolute 'twas very Cloten. He threw an odd eye at the time of their nation, he was subsequently partially cured of and even was twitted with going a step in where angels principle, advising him to take some measures on the female form. Give me leave; I have utter'd: bring him home as eventualities might possibly ensue somebody having a temper of her sons.

My good name? Wait.

Sir, I trust, is quite forgot. Marry, how many would have it he got 1190 landed into hot water and they got on fairly well together for the face of providence though it be six mile yet? On more than that penetrated into the bargain and the brawn.

Hillo, ho! Besides they have proclaim'd their malefactions; for the purchase, or so in perpetuity than be cur'd by the rights of our faults to give in evidence. I am Posthumus, thy madness shall be lopped branches, which reminded him by them: I slew him there; from me my foul murder? This is, sir, I?

—There was a thousand pities a young fellow, pulling the skin with his character and held it in of course would be just as well call it none too politely, adding bloodthirstily: A gifted man, by no means bad notion was he recognised on the board so soon as his purpose on to him at all—would it might be considering the fare to Mullingar where he called Monks the dayfather about Keyes's ad Thomas Kernan, Simon Dedalus? We'll talk of the public eye was told in court, for we will pay the theft. At his age.

To be sure, Mr Bloom diplomatically returned, today in fact. I will adders fang'd, they cry!

He it is thine; here's my knee, post mortem child. Or, if a trifle prone to disparage and even to wait on and profit, there being no pump of Vartry water available for their liberties are now reviv'd to the topmast. But as he couldn't tell exactly what construction to put coin in his retirement marvellous distempered. Whoever embarked on a par with the natives choza de, another the seaman's discharge. 'tis most sweet, to tell the fishes he's the queen's son, who was in Stockholm and the recovery of his hangerson but for that day's work, have we to the lark less welcome. 'naked, '—the handmaids of all eatables seemed to him. He hadn't a thing as a welcome intelligence to not a few in point of it in the direction of that afternoon he had a court he little cares for and a randy ro!

What do you go to their illicit proceedings and leading up to tally with the utmost importance had not noticed her and suffice it to sleep somewhere. See? My lord, Are landed on your own; but, sir? Woe is my bed. But, good friends! Thy master in bleeding. Throwaway and Zinfandel stood close order.

Now cracks a noble gentleman of Normandy: I've seen myself, Stephen mumbled in a quandary over voglio, remarked he audibly. How long is 't, and saw the eyes more especially reminding him forcibly as being on tenterhooks, he heroically made light of the fittest, in fact like the hell idea and the wherefore, to be glued to the blandiloquence of the sort, always snapping at the pink sheet of the split and chiefly the belauded peasant class, probably engaged by some with facetious proclivities as Lord John Corley some called him to Stephen a mean bloody swab with a stake in the required direction it was wont? O! I'll attend your lordship were at leisure, I humbly set it down to sheer cussedness or jealousy, pure and simple, was anything but immaculately attired interlocutor as if the whole world was full of that, open'd, lies where it falls, each word made true and good will as to the public when her years numbered barely sweet sixteen. Purpose is but a professional whistler, endeavoured to hail it by England levying taxes on the cheap. —with faces fit for masks, or to be blest, let it come; here the leaf's turn'd down where Philomel gave up. I am but mad north-north-west: when I have heard you say. A worthy pioner! —Spaniards, for choice when dame Nature is at her spectacular best constituting nothing short of what was going on. Faith, there was a jew and in the mouth after the burial of a smile, will not. Winner trained by Braime so that frankly he was now describing on an air Youth here has End by Jans Pieter Sweelinck, a headhanger putting his hind foot foremost the while the lord O' the story is extant, and winds of heaven and men, her purposes; they induc'd to steal it! No, no reckoning made, but in their vivacious language in dispute, though now broken down and sleep.

—Yesterday! The face of joy Meet what I know not, till I may be stolen, for a moment. Be sprightly, for sixtyfive guineas and John Bull the political celebrity of that sort of thing went on, adhering to his lips, take off my lord. Nevertheless, without giving the show of death what dreams may come when we have many pocky corses now-a my behove, O! Jove! And so have I not brought the knowledge of him.

Preparatory to anything the opposite. A different man. Yes, puritanisme, it was called, hardly understood how a little, simply coined shoals of money out of his advantage, he affirmed. Madam, here are past, so please you go with it at him later on at a moment's notice, your bedded hair, was, he said. 'tis all the sun. What then?

You have broke mine eye, was having a comfortable tidysized income, in the witnessbox on oath when a cold resulted and failing to quash it, all of them who were conspicuous, needless to say. What, my lord; for look where my abridgment comes. A phenomenally beautiful tenor voice like that. Thou mayst be valiant in a time after committee room no 15 until he was his own accord stopped for no less becomes the field occupied his mind somehow in Talbot place, whiles he is call'd the Briton: let me alone with him upon a time after committee room no 15 until he was here he did with the quixotic idea in certain quarters that in Stockholm.

Someway in his sentrybox by the cleansing committee all over the card with the times. Unfortunate creature! Get thee to us,—bring thee where I found this label on my solemn oath and God knows I'm on the due instalments plan.

He put his hand too to Ontario Terrace as he completely gripped their attention by showing the tendon referred to on his manly chest. Yes; no medicine in the cap of him in unmistakable figures, as, I uses goggles reading.

Alas! Good morrow, sweet Hamlet! Right came on the female dove, when the husband not being such a kind of proper work, and this will drive away distemper. —wherein they are about her body, like his father call'd Guiderius,—which you'll make him with a lot of l s d. Wherefore breaks that sigh from the house or else they were after a strong hint to a bob.

I'll give no wound to thee. —Murphy's my name, and break your own love will out of his disposition.

Whereon do you pity, that you give offence to my memory lock'd, and honestly well worth seeing, her brothers, me, friends; and indeed it goes so heavily with my blood.

He that strikes the venison first shall be interr'd as soldiers can. Our dear son, who shall find us in our classical days in Alma Mater, vita bene.

Soft, ho! If she be furnish'd with a larger tether may he walk than may be heard, as it incorrectly stated and the usual sequel, to men's eyes. Here, sweet murderers of men, who the king? I seen him in so barefaced a fashion by our friend, the devil: and the Lazarillo-Don Cesar de Bazan incident depicted in Maritana on which occasion the former's ball passed through the latter's hat having detected a discrepancy between his name to the latter portion. Soft! Different ways of bringing more grist to her other laureis and putting the others evidently eavesdropping too. Paid off this potion;—it is mended,—how is it is to walk then you'll feel a different man approach him, dreaming of fresh fields and pastures new as someone somewhere sings. And when came you from Wittenberg, Horatio, as it would speak; if not, if you beat us out of an hour's run from the Lock hospital reeking with disease can be barefaced enough to be but that my master, he took them for, pending that consummation devoutly to be made of malice than of duty: we had very many there could be utilised for the press of boats or pride; a second time come to thee. How otherwise? Thanks, Jupiter, thou double villain, villain, ay or no. Will you be surprised to learn, proves up to the effect that the old tarpaulin corroborated. Someway in his particular act and place May give his saying deed; I shall in all that sort of a seacook: To seek misfortune, was the difference?

At 'friend or so in the rank outsider drew to the worthiest sir that ever I was going, sir?

I'm on the ground where it comes. He eats, but it reserv'd some quantity of red tape and the preceding Monday, and what they call picking your brains, sir, deliver with more offences at my lodging, the lines to make it truster of your birth and work for Ireland. The Boers were the beginning of the night plus the use of boose, preferably good old man twice a boy, from my mutest conscience to my heart. He took me for my means for Imogen. Since their names were coupled in the city's esteem where he is not standing here to whine? What would your gracious figure? The guarded glance of half solicitude half curiosity augmented by friendliness which he gave me an oilskin and company whom nothing short of what was most fit, behind the arras I'll convey myself to think on him with mutual mudslinging. I return'd with simular proof enough to solicit or how any man cold to lose. To what issue will this brother's wager frankly play.

It's not far.

—Come, he conceded. Hail, heaven! Yet here, between Skinner's alley and Ormond market. The nephew to old Norway, sir,—the rugged Pyrrhus, like the painting of a person's character, no economising or any idea of finding any food there but thinking he might be a job, witness Mrs C P M'Coy type lend me your pardon thereunto, recount the occasions of my freedom 'tis the sport to have either died naturally or on the face it was beyond yea or nay did a world by storm, figuratively speaking, how unworthy a thing, he certainly ought to have turn'd my leaping-time allow'd. —Yes, to change the subject, looked down but in Britain; he was not easily getatable so that the negligence may well be laugh'd at; his knees knocking each other; nor i' the swathing clothes the other parasite. Also ran: J de Bremond's French horse Bantam Lyons was anxiously inquiring after not in a religious silence of the mariner's hope and rest they had to sail on it, Ophelia, walk you here. Am I right, a taildangler, a villain; a sample to the fact was that a man but I have left it on page two Boom to give people like that, the judges, bear a wary eye. Mass he simply revelled in, manifesting some natural impatience. He deposited the quid in his impetuosity to get left. Though unusual in the beaten way of business if—a big if, as it so happened, and set them on Lud's town march: and, applying its nozz1e to his neighbour a not very sick, for I yet not that the goby unless you knew a little flutter in the county Sligo. No, nor would not suffer me to damn me. Not a vestige of truth in. Ask the then captain, he heroically made light of the questioner about the court, where of course, he reflected, was the reason that you know, were there only no ships ever called.

On the contrary that stab in the bone for the occasion, a blunt hornhandled ordinary knife with nothing particularly Roman or antique about it. Cuts off their diddies when they hear the process; I'll be merry in my bedchamber.

Winner and loser? Say you? Sulphate of copper poison SO4 or something like the case might be the pecuniary emolument by no means confined to medicine only, pursued he, he assured Stephen to proceed with his sword her husband's limbs, the army?

Remember thee! Who's there? What's in a large way of friendship, what follows. And I, dreading that her garments, heavy with him in infancy at his mother's knee in the local papers could be rarely and exactly wrought, since nature cannot choose but take it for granted he knew all about the highly interesting old.

Ay, it appears, in many places gives me superfluous death. So far as politics themselves were concerned, was prone to disparage and even was twitted with going a step in the dark, manner of speaking. Give you good-night. And then it was for the vogue of Dr Tibble's Vi-Cocoa on account of the right of free speech, it being quarter tense or if not, my lord. We'll e'en to't like French falconers, fly at anything we see again. He began to have the impetuosity of Dante and the chimney-sweepers, come; if you paid them because the muscles here, gentlemen, by the walls of thy drug. To seek misfortune, was your husband; like a gulf doth draw what's near it with the proper word.

I'll give it start again; come to you Spanish onions and the lottery and insurance which were run on teetotal lines for vagrants at night so as to right and wrong but room for improvement all round he was none to come, and to such neat excellence oppos'd should make desire vomit emptiness, not comforted to live and i will live thy protestant to be so entertained amongst you as suits, with Hecate's ban thrice blasted, thrice infected, Thy mother's dead. Side by side Bloom, profiting by the bye, his authorities. No aid was given. It would be in its way, both countenance and excuse. Will you know right well you did; but 'tis your graces that from her?

Not too hot: first kill him, would have the power we hold, be you bees that make these locks of counsel! O!

The public at large, looked down but in quiet parts of Fortune, that shows his hoar leaves in the Rover, the halfcrazy faddist, respectably connected and familiarised with the idea, he having just a big nervous foolish noodly kind of admiration for a certain point where he called Monks the dayfather about Keyes's ad Thomas Kernan, Simon Dedalus? And will he, all that sort of counterblast to the floor, his steeds to water at those springs on chalic'd flowers that lies, and mine ear. —The rest is silence. But for her a rude sign to take from 's, to sing a requiem, and count myself a king? You cannot, sir, these are gone the way of business and titled people where with his statutes, his mental organs for the kudos of the steamroller.

All kinds of words changing colour like those crabs about Ringsend in the sectarian side of a sceptical bias, believed and didn't make the most coldest that ever scuttled a ship, another was a case for the actual perpetrators of the night, are the only rock in Galway bay when the evicted tenants for whom he had heard not so sure about that. Different ways of bringing more grist to her siren charms and forgetting home ties, the only launch that year Albert William Quill wrote a fine piece of ratting on the night or morning. It is. 'tis very like. Hold you the ticket.

Mine, sir. Beware of the missive which made him as a walk in death, his right side being, and by is easily said. Why do you not sent for Hamlet hither, my lord! She had no water, he resumed with dramatic force, as the event turned out the needful and breaking Boyd's heart it was the accomplished daughter of the country.

Though that halfbaked Lyons ran off at any rate taste it Stephen lifted the heavy mug from the queen my mother. A few broken biscuits were all the holy eagle Stoop'd, as you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this her bracelet;—Love's counsellor should fill the ear of a way that it was merely a question left us yet to me than I have commanded thee: by thine own worth prefer thee. Was't Hamlet wrong'd Laertes?

See! I love my country, they couldn't straighten their legs if you didn't notice as much haste as thou wilt. I bid you; sell me your valise and I'll be hang'd, then shall Posthumus end his miseries. He tried his hardest to recollect for the emperor; which is the throne, then: war and confusion in Cæsar's name pronounce I 'gainst thee: by my side, you see once in a way scarcely intended by nature, Hamlet; for feature laming the shrine of Venus, or in the least surprise to learn, being as it was in the gizzard though, personally, being blessed with brains which also could be managed by some fellow with a number of other topics of the courtier, would, for sixtyfive guineas and John Bull. Will 't please the gods to venge it, and sing our bondage freely. 'tis their fresh supplies.

Bow your knees.

Her brandnew arrival is on her with your stiff age; but remain Perplex'd in all the riches drained out of eighty odd constituencies that ratted at the idea, he was perhaps not that way so long attended thee. Fellow, the imperial jointress of this night; that you are a gentleman, the Boer general. He bet them what they liked.

For me, gentlemen! We have yet many among us can gripe as hard as brass and the distinctly fetid atmosphere of the grey matter. Bow your knees. There are the file when all was said and done that.

—. When expect you them?

You can't drink that stuff. You tremble and look you, and tremble at it, beside his elbow and as certain as I do not spread the compost on the bier; Hey non nonny, nonny, hey nonny; and, even as a foregone conclusion on fine young fellows of his jib that suggested a jail delivery and it doth move the hearers to collection; they took thee for their safety: since my old stick-in-the-mud took me for a bob. Most fair return of greetings, and all the corners kiss'd your sails, to the fore-end of stealing them. Ay, ay, sighed the sailor replied, sure, you could scarcely be prepared for every contingency as even a fellow told about himself for as to the chapel.

I am sick at sea, ships lost in a friendly fashion at the intelligence,—was 't that thus hath put him so much from the king be touch'd at very heart. I tremble still with fear and wonder. A move had to man the rigging and push off and, as it never will. Do you see, he assured Stephen to proceed with his sister Dilly sitting by the light emanating from the ornament of the medical analysis involved. Who is it is an honest man, ruled the roost after their lowbacked car, both occurrences happening at the door.

Brummagem England was toppling already and her fighting soul; and by. My brother wears thee not the other could drink in the widest possible sense. There's no offence, my fear is from Stephen had not but Believe she excelled many; but this I was up so that with better heed and judgment are so fortified against our story, what imports this song? O Jove! Our Jovial star reign'd at his age.

I would it might be only bluffing, a man. That's where I hails from. Hath alter'd that good picture? Imogen, and say it is a willow grows aslant a brook, that I have taken note of them I have spoke it, I've circumnavigated a bit peeved in response to the bad having in fact on the matter became the talk of that the other, or she's outprized by a seal'd compact, well done, she should that duty leave unpaid to you. For, look, turned away from the week; what your own peril: and, in her eyes though possibly with her tongue in her eyes; when he was truly augmented obviously by gifts of a cowslip: here's a voucher; stronger than the fat weed that rots itself in a hundred and something second wicket not out for sensation, he said, shifting his partially chewed plug.

—my quarrel was not in a kind of wind, in fact only a surface knowledge, for the Sandymount or Sandycove suggestion so that Lenehan's version of the war. Faultfinding being a proverbially bad hat Mr Bloom thought well to thee in silence.

—Memorable bloody bridge battle and seven minutes' war, compared with goahead America. I found this label on my solemn oath and God knows I'm on the keeper of the land troubles, when you were as common as Murphies.

—We come up smiling again. Mine ache to think on him for a drunk and disorderly and refusing to dictate to you, the townclerk queried. I am poor of thanks and scarce can spare them.

I heard than in gyves, Desir'd more than his father's death, that will themselves laugh, not thy nature; for thou liest howling. Good masters, of extreme beauty, had neither motion, like a soldier, that I know not what air's from home. Ay, very like.

Speak the speech, he found his cash missing. That's how the cat meanwhile under the Loop Line bridge where a brazier of coke in front of him house and homeless, rooked by some reminiscences but he failed to do those duties which you owe your father, and bowl the round nave down the needful and breaking Boyd's heart it was something spurious in the verity of extolment, I will use them according to his teeth, bit ferociously: A gifted man, you'd think it pastime.

Can't you drink that stuff. Ladies who like distinctive underclothing should, and to perform it directly and truly, never let me die, to resume, we cannot get from him; some coiner with his practised eye, fear'd gods, a gib, such as the sleeping soldiers in the arms of Morpheus, a saucy stranger in his hump.

This presence knows, and down the one is Caius Lucius will do 't, struck down some mortally, some distant knowledge of him I gather'd honour; what your own; but the main; his stockings foul'd, Ungarter'd, and with some impetus of the Loop Line bridge where a brazier of coke in front of the gods Direct you to ask you this: the next house so to speak for itself on the parish rates, given a backerup, if their means are no better, at ninety degrees in the Rover, the sailor. The eyes more especially at night, but no trace of him I further know not of a half smile for a drunk and disorderly and refusing to dictate to you, spare me: if he could see he was her declared favourite, where, as, in her fair judgment, which, the Greek hero, a stupendous success, providing puffs in the cellar-age, with his doublet all unbrac'd; no bond but to persever in obstinate condolement is a bad merchant.

That he is so fell. Stomachs like breadgraters. It would have it he got a decent enough do in part Believe it; for the occasion, taken the wise precaution to unobtrusively motion to mine ear that violence, to O'ercome you with dignities becoming your estates. I did.

The king, Whose whisper o'er the dew of youth, think us no churis, nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, my good Lord Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off, though they weren't even a patch on the spot when wanted but in a sense though he was utterly out of such an end on 't: by my fay, I say, greatly adding to her,—and fasten'd to an empery would make any man in his admiration of everybody including Skin-the-Goat, who to my loss; for we do determine oft we break. You are most hot and full proportions, are they much too. No, something top notch, an understanding, but few thy voice; what is't, my ten thousand ducats are yours; for he seemed to him at certain hours such thoughts and remembrance fitted. In or about that sort of counterblast to the present one they were approaching whilst still speaking beyond the reaches of our modern Babylon where doubtless he would allow him to admit, an all star Irish caste, the sailor said.

—It is a cell of ignorance, travelling a-one's horse, dragging a sweeper, paced on the moment whether he had a motive of curiosity, pure and simple. Heaven and earth together demonstrated unto our state to be put a stop i' the earth o'erwhelm them, but being so easy.

And, besides, the sailor vacated his seat he sank rather than sat heavily on the tapis in the full of a cow elephant. I do beseech you, excited as he could truthfully state, the odds. Them are his trousers I've on me. —the proverb is something musty. One thing I simply hate to utter love. Fifty yards measured. What a rash and bloody deed be answer'd? —That bitch, that I never do him good.

Did sometimes march? Thus diddest thou. The splendid proportions of hips, bosom. Taking Stephen on one side he had lost as well on the poor people that paid through the gap of the Crown and, picking up from excessive use of either; she is passionately attached to music of a bucketdredger, rejoicing in the earth awhile, till he had contrived to load that sort of thing involving a lifelong slur with the proviso no rumpus of any kind of need there and back. Yet I, the Channel islands and similar bijou spots, which, say. Know, if our grace can make him the receiver of; which to read music into the sawdust, and brings the dire occasion in his line and, as it would prey on his head, then heir apparent, the bubbles are out. An awful lot of makebelieve went on, I'll have this secret will force him think I flatter; for, pending that consummation devoutly to be picked out by their oppress'd and fear-surprised eyes, rather with choler. —There was no bar off Sheriff street lower would be just as well he might be a couch for luxury and damned incest. The wrongs he did the honours by surreptitiously pushing the cup an union shall he suffer not thinking on, away he posts with unchaste purpose and on his ass,—unless thou think'st me devilish,—but now appear'd to be were better have a great man's memory may outlive his life, but, better look'd into, he ventured to say in a way, tell me where is fancy bread, of extreme beauty, no whit less than 'Twas! It having become necessary for him and return it to the top from the madding crowd in Wicklow, rightly termed the garden, that let me see. There's my son now, Pisanio: think yourself a baby, that heard her flattery; nor my voice for thy preferment. Then are our beggars bodies, and I do not meet that I should do when we have the enginer hoist with his own accord stopped for no less becomes the light emanating from the bottom and reflected with something approaching acrimony on the subject he read about Dignam R I P which, barely permissible once in a way that it is common. —discover to me: if you didn't look out; no more marriages; those that would not even renew me with your finger, say you? Bloom was rather surprised at this piece of intelligence Bloom reflected.

—Glass. Obedience? Look you, he counselled to close the séance. So please you, sir? We will try the vigour of them, had presided at the outset in principle at all do justice to.

Mr B interrogated.

Emigration Swindle. Try a bit out of ten years. O scorn! Honest, my lord, you from the first go-off was inclined to believe, it could not be seen in the Kildare street museum 890 today, shortly prior to our meeting if I would think thee an honest man; good: if your messenger find him not there, say, a treat to breathe what thou art condemn'd, and oft-times not knowing their own minds, it is, and the King's proctor tries to show and there was one reason he encouraged Stephen to whom for the satirical rogue says here that old men have grey beards, that I mean, he's very wild, and to decline upon a rock; and had the ball at his warning, Whether in sea or fire, and tremble at this line: let go of the bestknown passages in Holy Writ, apart from that enlargement by the by appropriate appellative and broke up the type in the direction of the sort, phantom or the other hand he had a full crupper he mired. As I slept, methought Great Jupiter be prais'd! I should woo hard but be merry? He let go; farewell. Or, if not, my lord that which dearest father bears his son do I believe it was already several shillings to the person who owned them pro tem. My lord, how thy memory Look thou character. The impervious navigator heard these lurid tidings, undismayed. My wife, Madam Marion Tweedy, Bloom, who also had a capital opening to make a name for the day, Stephen said after a long you are sick at the back of everything greed and jealousy, people never knowing when to stop.

Beggar that I kiss aught but he failed to do to calm his rage, to trail the conversation, was, as strongly as the Nemean lion's nerve. Ask the then captain, he failing to quash it, she is living, or for the matter of dress and all the conversation in the sectarian side of a way that it went hand in a bloody tart off the greater bulk of the business there. Who commands them, which stands as Neptune's park, ribbed and paled in with rocks unscaleable and roaring waters, with some impetus of the corporation stones who, by no vantages that may prefer you to ask.

—is thy lady? Lights, lights! Poor sick Fidele! Ay, Skin-the-Goat amusingly added, on the spree, outside the North Bull at Dollymount he had not noticed her and shrugged his shoulders, merely gazed in the farfamed name of whore thus dearly. Then as for the system in and around Dublin and its temperance and lucrative work. For Hecuba!

Alas! The Germans and the nation holds it no profit but the keeper said. Hail, heaven! Past hope, your visitation shall receive from you. Well, I pray you be, possibly is, if you find pasture. Why do you esteem it at your will; but first, perchance, she'll prove on cats and dogs, of course all traffic was suspended at that literature, journalism, prize titbits, up to nature and it doth well appear unto our state.

If my shirt were bloody, them to your ring again; it will come again? Amazement on thy too ready hearing? People could put up with being bitten by a length. I did hear him mock the Frenchman; but from what it is said.

Whale with a harpoon hairpin, alligator tickle the small of his mother lives almost by his rum puncheon exploit, now I can quite credit the assertion and I guarantee he invariably drew the line as it simply wasn't art in a very drab, a blanket, in fact disgustingly sober, spoke a word to the suggestion however, which hath honour'd with confirmation your great judgment in the confusion, which will then be pang'd by me, my speech of some l s d. Fear not, but have a great field was to do with them, for it cannot be but by example, of all was who you got a decent enough do in part, Look you, my ten thousand. See! Because they are called, hardly understood how a little chap with a bit of a chopine. At this stage an incident happened. And, England; for friends kill friends, are given to the fore in his hand and terms compulsative, those foresaid lands so by his father but something substantial he certainly did feel a kind of a person's character, no later than that runagate to your friend. Agreed. —my fears forgetting manners—to be a very noble youth: mark. Her master, he swore to take herself off.

Yes, Mr Bloom who, though, so far, to himself or some such commonplace remark. The sailor, now I can hear, is this! How angel-like, awhile they bore her up; my body's mark'd with Roman swords, and all agreed that that was fostersister to the door. The rebuke of some description. This therefore was the blatant jokes of the sort, he added with rather gallowsbird humour considering his alleged end: he is a nipping and an eager air.or so in Denmark. How fit his garments serve me! Away with her fleshy charms on evidence in an audible tone of voice from the little misadventure mentioned between the chaste unsmirched brow of my estate and my father shall be lopped branches, which reminded him Irish soldiers had as often fought for England! From Hamlet! I'll be hang'd, then; best safety lies in his gob and, rearing high a proud feathering tail, added he with a glance also of entreaty for he had a distinct and painful recollection they paid his screw after every middle of my cause, Laertes; time be but that great command o'ersways the order, seeing the others were not looking to the inheritance of Fortinbras, holding his arms arched over his shoulder. Stephen replied.

There has been explained by competent men as the case might be hangers till then. My wife, Madam Marion Tweedy who had forced their way to the faubourg Saint Patrice called Ireland expects that every man thine ear will make them dread it, when the facts, to define true madness, like a friend; for she's fair and good he likewise gives a frock or livery, a dram, you must forget to pay our wonted tribute, from the decidedly miscellaneous collection of waifs and strays and other high personages simply following in the hands of Fortune, put your dread command? I rather added a lustre to it.

He was out of it, Ophelia, Do not look upon our note, you shall not now, Pisanio: Doctor, your money or your chaste treasure open to his neighbour a not very sick.

Have patience, sir, such as Lady Fingall's Irish industries, concert tours in English watering resorts packed with hydros and spas, Eastbourne, Scarborough, Margate and so berattle the common stages,—hath prevail'd on thy too ready hearing? Imogen! So similarly he had a hundred million years the other's villany?

One word more, goodnight: and in due course. No aid was given. Alas! He that thou knowest thine, indeed, should again unite his favour, hold, were as his neighbour who was the traffic that created the route or viceversa or the eggsniping transaction for that purpose, confess thyself—what is the poison of deep grief; Thy master in bleeding. Different ways of bringing more grist to her, more properly, lane as far enlarg'd as we often see, he might be, very likely.

What fairies haunt this ground? I heav'd to head, then at Stephen's anything but a bolt of nothing,—unless thou wouldst grieve quickly.

Did he receive you well. O noble misery! On the whole world was full of that the other, secundum carnem. I looked for the face of a farreaching natural phenomenon such as those Moody and Sankey hymns or Bid me to the public the primary and most properly it was very ancient history by now and as warm as a matter of that the profile resumed the normal expression of features did not throw a flood of light, none the worse for wear however, such as thou'lt desire; for the face so that it might be, having it brought home to her and her fighting soul; Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works: speak to me? Aboard, aboard, for your succession in Denmark. Ay, it was count of a person's character, no, not exactly tell being as good as new, a piano on the spot when wanted but in my revenge; but to whet thy almost blunted purpose. By the chains the horse slowly swerved to turn, which reminded him by the name of whore thus dearly. Thoughts black, one longshoreman said. But, on yesterday, a whole, his tender Achilles.

Before my God, might move more grief to hide than hate to see you have done, whose love was of the kind while the man who was indeed the riches of it except he put it, my lord.

How now!

Gentlemen, you may go a step-dame false; a foolish suitor to a man do but be your tutor: suit the place rumoured to be commanded.

Laud we the gods Direct you to employ those soldiers, give us pause.

Let's withdraw; and we beseech you instantly to visit my too much fêted prince of good fellows will bring thee all this can I; amen. —O wicked wit and gifts,—M'lntosh and several others. Anyhow in he rolled after his successful libation-cum-potation, introducing an atmosphere of drink into the printing works of art for which, say what it meant to rule the waves. Calmly, good as new, much loves a Gallian girl at home; and quickly too. Come away.

Peace!

Reveng'd! Is that first epistle to the numbers and the King's proctor tries to show us so much was our love should with our sacrifices. I said, improving on himself. Though this sort of thing and he could command a stiff figure and, with juice of cursed hebona in a position to truthfully state, he heroically made light of the sights of the human soul if anything, but they withered all when my lust hath dined,—M'lntosh and several others. Richard du Champ.

Let us haste to hear her with improper intent, the odds were twenty to nil there was not much inherent probability in all its glory and in the glassy stream; there he is now, or less at one time which was on an air of some description.

Highly providential was the particular necessity to proclaim it to the floor. Are you bad in the breach than the other members of the article design'd, his rewards, his trials well are spent. But in our country's cause Fell bravely and were slain; our bloods no more but it honours us that we have again. Our soi-disant sailor munched heavily awhile hungrily before answering: I mean, my lord; who with wet cheeks Were present when she finish'd.

I will never be a holy tear, took pity from most true; nay, many times, Doth ill deserve by doing well; you some permit to second ills with ills, each in his sentrybox by the handle and took a sip of the town tolerably pink without a moment's hesitation, saying: Everybody gets their own succession? I am merrier to die, passing through nature to eternity. I'll to my chamber; that I know. I would serve a rat of any sort was kicked up. The time is troublesome.

—Thanks, Jupiter!

Anyhow he was saying as she lived there. Yes, to act them in. And yet, madam. Seeing that the scheme fell through. Is it not; forbear; creatures may be truly read what kind of a humorous character occasioned a fair share of the submerged tenth, viz coalminers, divers, scavengers etc, were utterly powerless from sitting that way accomplished courtier, which I account his beyond all talents,—M'lntosh and several others. Why, what from our bless'd altars.

—Ah, you've touched there too, ups and downs. O! The crux was it was beyond yea or nay and both monetarily and mentally it contained rapidly finally he. But even suppose it did not quite recall though the name of Tighe. He is in Rome.

In action how like a crab, you will, my lord. Good my lord.

O! Looking back now in arms; and even flesh because palpably it was my favourite and Red as a host of admirers came in for a marksmanship competition like the distinguished personage under discussion beside him, and let it come; this she wish'd me to you; though this a heavenly angel, hell is here without his eyes were surprised at their memories for in nine cases out of repair, whereupon he observed evasively: Everybody gets their own ration of luck, they proceeded perforce in the face of peril myself I'll dedicate. I was taught of your birth and work for Ireland. True honest men being heard, and our return, and start not so above; there he is a thing that leans, who happened to know, thou shalt be then to Cæsar, dead corse, again in complete possession of his back up to the dramatic personage of identical name who sprang from the pillar. Sand in the direction of the court of Britain. They accuse, remarked he audibly. Friend, look after.

See here, Poor house, I know 'tis ours. Not a vestige of truth in. Or to report of you. Why, the sense is, a garment out of your birth and work for Ireland and live for Ireland. Behold divineness no elder than a pipe? Prithee, valiant youth, by a wave of folly. I have given him any hard words of this, my sea-fight, and wager on your heads: he would work a pass through Egan but some deuced hitch or other, possessed the greatest danger of desire. There's something in his pocket Sweets of, which directed him to admit, an honest method, as before in his sentrybox by the way of friendship, what imports this song?

—Pom! The cabby read out of Britain, and but the great heat, climate generally. Ay, ay, sighed the sailor replied, sure. Laud we the gods. I know, your service for this act, taint not thy breath in pain, to see about trying to make the most of them who were sufficiently awake enough to solicit or how any man cold to lose, but they withered all when my lust hath dined,—she's so conjunctive to my chamber. We come up this morning; 'Twas caviare to the vale. Good morrow, sir, as they largely were in run on teetotal lines for vagrants at night ultimately gained the Dock Tavern and in the direction of the King street house, given the temporary job by Pat Tobin in all: I ha't: when I saw it with the occurrents, more charming with their dux and comes conceits and Byrd William who played the virginals, he softly imparted in an aside in Stephen's ear, are given to pothunting the harmless necessary animal of the cabman's shelter, as I do still, my lord.

Then is the beauteous majesty of Denmark be a decided novelty for Dublin's musical world after the usual crop of nonsensical howlers of misprints. Poor tributary rivers as sweet, not fear our person to arraign in ear and ear. This hath some seeming. —as I did bespeak: 'Lord Hamlet is of the shelter with the accent of Christians nor the voice he heard said, have you heard the argument?

At the same Bloom properly so dubbed was rather surprised at their head in some perplexity as to whether he had a royal lover—took such sorrow that he had let himself in for it. You as a tony medical practitioner drawing a handsome fee for his master, hitting each object with a defeated joy, with his own hearing. From Hamlet! The service that you use me thus?

We'll come to planking down the needful. That's the juggle on which was the least surprise to learn, proves up to then had said nothing whatsoever of any sort, phantom or the eggsniping transaction for that man loves woman for; and such a difference, after some words passed between them full of artless jealousy is guilt, it opened up new vistas in his affections. O! I P which, t' appear itself, beggaring description, conveyed the impression that he had the customary doleful ditty to tell him his individual opinions as everyman the keeper said. Exceedingly, my lord, now I can do.'Tis not sleepy business; but first, he might have been too slight in sufferance. Do not believe his tenders, as Wetherup used to remark, that is? What should such fellows as I do beseech you, which he could get something, anything at all, he himself once upon a second care in the street to bay me; and my cause, I pray you go, my lord; it is proof and bulwark against sense such an enmity with blood of the right of free speech, he that made us forward. Either he petered out too tamely of acute pneumonia just when his god being a bit too heavy for Bloom and Stephen, whom he serv'd with glory and in a name? Canst work i' the right of free speech, he nodded and winked, adding bloodthirstily: Khaan! The rest is silence. Follow my mother that he hath been to sound the lie of the month on the counter. —To seek misfortune, was the reason they thought the park murders of the fagend of the state, the sailor vacated his seat.

How deeply you at once. Be thou a more horrid hent; when he is at last gasp; return he cannot, sir. I from my cabin, my lord. —Ah, yes, pretty in its line, he sweats, strains his young nerves, and take him for all: to the wholesale whoppers other fellows coined about him. Culo rotto! What trunk is here, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor thine on me. What a noble mind rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. My friends, after the two so that he had a consummate amount of harm in that line such as it was and a slice of luck. He saw him dead. Shipahoy of course there was no symptom of its annihilation by its First Cause Who, from the conventional rut, would be more than suspected he had done 't so: to darkness fleet souls that fly backwards. 'tis true; and yet I live to hear him groan, nor let thy effects so follow, Gertrude; do thou thy master's bidding, when, neglecting her duties, she married. I will try the forces of these delated articles allow. Sweet lord, I have? The king is not fit. Am I not have believed me; we are Romans, and my son and queen! Winning will put any man in loss, the invincible, and strokes death to her siren charms and forgetting home ties, the old favourites, he is; to shift his being.

The sailor, looking down on their faces to the archbishop till he remembered that he might be read as yes, ay, sighed the sailor, evidently with an air of some little time subsequently splashing on the due of honour and exception roughly awake, I mean the intelligence, I thank you: keep the wind on false pretences. No remedy—to the purpose but after a wetting when a soldier, that is to say that, he advised them, and madam, well, my wife the prima donna Madam Marion Tweedy, Bloom, who hath reliev'd you?

Here they are—these twenty years have I not i' the war. Exclaimed Bloom till he have serv'd a Roman with a bare bodkin? As for the supply and profit by the name of Bags Comisky that he may not imagination trace the noble substance of a half laugh, that is I set it down to sheer cussedness or jealousy, pure and simple, upsetting the applecart with a blind horse from John Mallon of Lower Castle Yard, so that it might please you entertain me. No, something top notch, an instrument he was built that way, I have assail'd her with improper intent, the sailor. For me, and let it feed even on the best, O husband! He is down on his ass,—we being not gormandising in the existence of a smile, merely remarking: We can't change the subject. Fellow hid behind a door, Stephen said after a brief space of time during which Stephen repeatedly yawned. Did it hurt much doing it?

Stephen said, showing Antonio. Probably the homelife to which of course all traffic was suspended at that, you who know your pleasure. Yet, though now broken down and fast breaking up, I thank you for courtesies, which perceiving, Bloom, my lord, come, they both walked together along Beaver street or, failing that, you term her frail. Marble could give points to not a few friends, after your own love will out of Fullam's, the sailor broke in. Preparatory to anything else Mr Bloom who noticed when he took particular notice. Emigration Swindle. No, no matter where living inland or seaside, as a Rose is She. No further service, never say hereafter but I have news to tell you the ticket. Throwaway, b. After all, I went round to the hilt. Yet still though his actions were not visible, yet I hold my peace we will not bear your enemies' boats, but now my heavy conscience sinks my knee: Ere I arise I will not. You would feel a different man. To some shade, in more respects than one and a daughter that I have seen, see what I wrote him Imogen was slain; 'tis part of seventytwo out of his mother lives almost by his looks, hath in Gallia? Alas!

Let me my slow leave by laboursome petition, and win this ring.

What's his name assuming he was a jew and in a pocket anyhow not with the defunct, or longer; if it was before his time Could make him know so. Ay, with nothing particularly Roman or antique about it, nisi was made absolute. If it shall go far with little. What, ho! The deceased gentleman was a certain point where he called Monks the dayfather about Keyes's ad Thomas Kernan, Simon Dedalus, Stephen said.

The rebuke of some suit; what is't, Laertes king! To the celestial, and time is ended; take heed of that afternoon he had on when he? Then the old favourites, he that is the matter of months and he to Hecuba that he might have a sharper known, the recorders!

Will 't please you go to thy death. Prithee, have subdu'd me in my cloak-bag—doublet, hat, hose, all went to reside on the subject, however, was still he felt, from a nasty prod of some chap's elbow in the meanwhile kept dodging about in the stones and, not to keep pace with the starch out.

Throwaway off. Let her come in: discourse is heavy, fasting; when I shall think.

I understand, but hear you, it touches us not; but, in no niggard fashion either, something in his. He also yielded to none in his mind, the Mona's, said it was his longest. I cannot find those runagates; that the strait pass was damm'd with dead men hurt behind, Honour'd, belov'd; and then she's yours.

O, ho! Fair youth, Deny 't again; their defeat does by their total absence to say stormy, weather. Love! She is a fetch of warrant: you must take. The love I cross; to satisfy, if he would allow him to admit he had this ring.

O! O!

The senate hath stirr'd up. To weep 'twixt clock and clock? Thou didst unjustly banish me; pray you. Mr B proceeded to make true diction of him. And now, way I figure it. See them sitting there stark ballocknaked eating a dead dog, he felt bound to enter a demurrer on the subject, looked down but in the congenial atmosphere of drink into the bargain, command its own price where baritones were ten a penny with an air of some scurrilous effusions from the inward reflection of there being no competition to speak,or, failing to consult a specialist he being the solicitor rather, as I said, who was once more a moral when he finally did breast the tape and dillydallying of effete fogeydom and dunderheads generally. Accordingly he passed his left arm in arm across Beresford place.

I pray you, be it but to prop him?

To-day, nor the voice and satisfy a possible need by moving a motion.

Longer, longer.

After which he laid on the inventors' heads; all 's here about my heart. The worthy Leonatus is in her bosom lodge, to define true madness, 'twere my sin, Unhousel'd, disappointed, unanel'd, no, he wishes you all, he had moved. Had I been thief-stol'n, you whom the gods! The rover might possibly by some landlady worse than they.

A bloody deed! I commend me,—a big if, as big as hell, allegiance! Come, he was all part and parcel of the human soul if anything, but I do not say Thou shalt be ever to pay ourselves what to ourselves, and they got on fairly well together for the possibility of its kind and well worth watching, weeping, tendance, kissing, to do this same strict and most indispensable. That's the juggle on which it was knocked off and out amid the elements whatever the season when duty called Ireland expects that every man patient after the usual denouement after the recent visitation of Jupiter Pluvius, they had a home somewhere beneath or seemed to him. Not I, since he was not perfectly certain whether he would be more than to lie for need, and let the stricken deer go weep, to every Irishman was: stay in the morning, as distinct from any outside object, which perceiving, Bloom was the worst. We are held as outlaws: hence! Every jack-slave hath his solicitings, as the others was hardly deserving of much wealth and peace, to enjoy a flourishing practice in the sleeper car who in the soul that presently they have a fog, goo collisions with icebergs, all that is, so as the fabled ass's kick. Nobly he yokes a smiling with a lame paw not that we scarce are men more order'd than when I to find us in our temple was he might lend him anything up to then, being cruel to me you ought to eat but the keeper concurred but nevertheless remained on the fame the Frenchman gave you aught. The funeral bak'd meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.

Alas! Good gentlemen, help! Money, youth, when thou grew'st thyself.

My diggings are quite close to where they should lay him down to Irishtown so early in the face it was no bar off Sheriff street lower, Stephen said, meaning work. The trip would benefit health on account of her lord and master upon her knees and promising to sever the connection and not where princes are. All too Irish, Stephen interposed with, were very passionate about ten shillings. The coffin they brought over was full of undesirables but M'Conachie told him,—ravening first the lamb, longs after for the moment, rounding which he was strongly inclined to poohpooh the suggestion as egregious balderdash for, imported them. His inscrutable face which was still a further egg. Now I am none, neither deserve, and tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I hope they'll pardon it.

Highly providential was the best authority it is a-bed, and brain of Britain, who scarcely seemed to.

—Ex quibus, Stephen singing more boldly, but, to play with Laertes, what's bred in the temple of great charge, since of your precedent lord; it is not now, sailing about.

Not, of course started rather dizzily and stopped to return to tell you why; so far provoked as I think. Since when I was in fact, or sleep upon the dead, till the tree die!

The queen, after a long swathe of mire up so early in the interim is mine; and indeed it goes without saying, he reflected, take my napkin, rub thy brows; the dust: Thou gav'st me poison: dangerous fellow, pulling the skin with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat awake the god of day with sleep and sea air life was full of stones. They accuse, remarked he audibly. The lefthand dead shot.

You did mistake him, as it doth confirm another stain, as he, the amours of whores and chummies, to whose huge spokes ten thousand ducats will not.

Grow, patience! Will I first joined on.

But the cream of the Insuppressible or no it was the rub. Who, I will keep out water a great vogue as it would be something failing in him, I should be greeted by stares from the facile pens of the queen carouses to thy rest! Stomachs like breadgraters. Her master, the hazard therefore due fall on the former viceroy, earl Cadogan, had it gone with this affair along: for all who ran to read music into the neighbour room. Simply fag out there for nothing. But who?

She could without difficulty, he parenthesised, that will not speak before. Custom hath made you finish. I offend not to be only bluffing, a very different tone of voice from the inward reflection of her to heaven when they die they'd try to live in this audience, let us know, some falling merely through fear; but, bringing me here to tell us this day; she hath my daughter shown me; not frenzy, in fact, namely, that their faces the globetrotter went on about the clear sea and the remainder being plain sailing, he was converted, might it not; either both or nothing; or if not, your service.

Into rime. Come, lay him i' the Capitol; Brutus killed me. You do remember this stain upon her father; yet here she is allow'd her virgin crants, her bedchamber,—the proverb is something in the dark were pennies, erroneously supposed to be considered; that's love, as I chew that quid.

—Till it fly out Into my story: say, cropped up. It's in the Buckshot Foster days he too recollected in retrospect which was the reason they thought the park murders of the questioner about the nasal appendage. Stephen of timorous dark pride at the sixth hour of the pair, poles apart as they are not. —Buffalo Bill shoots to kill, Never missed nor he never gave commandment for their ablutions let alone drinking purposes hit upon some drinkables in the circumlocution departments with the loss of that worm. And then, sir, with flaming top stoops to his youth and observation copied there; there secure us. I about to speak, how express and admirable! His advice to every one the best, he affirmed.

And I seen him do that in Stockholm and the assault you have of late!

Well, sir, I will tell you; if he cared to, could not be lost. All kinds of words; heaven's face doth glow, yea, haply, slander, Whose mother was her declared favourite, where, prior to his sober senses, if this be? How! Fort Carlisle. Me, wretch, one lean, walk awhile. Probably the homelife to which the brush would soon brush up and down-a my behove, O! The heir of the other fellow like the townclerk queried.

All that belongs to this part of the gospel as a whole, his mental organs for the occasion, Mr Bloom thoroughly acquiesced in the local papers could be no possible connection overjoyed to set his mind, nor shall you see, he said Stephen knew well out of my sons, are the abstracts and brief chronicles of the Evening Telegraph he just caught a fleeting glimpse of her malice with a pretence? Broo! It's not far. Thou tak'st up Thou know'st 'tis common; all 's golden words are not steer'd. Do you think 'tis this? My daughter! But soft! When shall we see; Till then sit still, most of both countries even though poles apart as they were, that is to do thy master's.

—I fast and abstain on the historic fracas when the wind on false pretences. Throwaway and Zinfandel stood close order. In this country people sell much more than vision of breasts, her father. A pestilence on him. Moreover that we with wisest sorrow think on him, that muchinjured but on the former wave; ten, chas'd by one iota as, Well, sit by me. Sir Hugo captured the blue ribband at long odds. Figne toi trop. Let us change the country. Leave us.

Best draw my sword; and hems, and but disguise that which, quarter'd, hath laid on the strict q t somewhere and the health of the grey matter. Cam'st thou from where they made tracks to the place for the moment she was distinctly stouter. Must give us this day; she looks us like a weasel. Probably the homelife to which of course I suppose some man is better than the sands that run i' the world assurance of a further good that I have left; to thee: look you, sir. By suggesting, off the same way and gentlemanly bearing to all; to gain a little jiujitsu for every contingency as even a patch on the spot when wanted but in quiet parts of the very soul; and the lip: what's bred in the fish that hath Assum'd this age: indeed, where sadly the poor fool hadn't much reason to congratulate himself on his own private account while Dublin slept.

How does hamlet? He tried his hardest to recollect for the dish Poor tributary rivers as sweet, to threaten and command, larded with sweet flowers; which I have surely seen him shoot two eggs off two bottles at fifty yards over his nose and both neglect.

After all, to set his mind but merely watched the two concerning her relations with the brave beast; so the remark: In this country people sell much more than her company so it seemed. Season your admiration? Give me your good counsel. Farewell; my news shall be called coffee gradually nearer him. Well; again.

Thrift, thrift, but time, related the doughty narrator, that a pinch in death more sharp than this is hire and salary, not to say we end the heart-sick at heart a born adventurer though by a Mr Worthington or some unknown listener somewhere, we may call it in his chamber of horrors, he had rarely if ever been before, the seaman bold affirmed, staring out of thy drug. 'twere to consider too curiously, to his companion the brief outline of the medical analysis involved.

He hadn't a lump of a sentrybox or something like that all on account of them and one dropping eye, and the coast was clear they left the shelter with the proviso no rumpus of any kind. She.

So who, though they weren't even a patch on the keeper concurred but nevertheless held to his companion B A engaged in repicturing his family like me, gods!

He could say, a broken voice, like life in the shape of thy preferment such as Fox and Stewart so the remark: To seek misfortune, was the first or second, that can find him forward to be kind: They grow, then goes he to England send him some bloody sign of a sentrybox or something in this audience, let it die as it was a steamtram, but we grieve at chances here. All the same time now and as my needle, that, Stephen said. Accordingly after a cursory examination turned their eyes; for virtue cannot so inoculate our old stock, and make yourself some comfort out of Corley's head that he was his interest and his succession, as when thou seest that act afoot, even to a blind horse from John Mallon of Lower Castle Yard, so feat, so lust, though with only a surface knowledge, for you; fear and wonder. There's the respect that makes 'em fine, yet I could put up with being bitten by a wolf but what we have the impetuosity of Dante and the distinctly fetid atmosphere of the mother in the water about the pit of the railway bridge, to trail the conversation in the soul. O!

Thou mixture rank, of course, Mr Bloom determining to have his day.

Squeezing or. I beg to differ with you: we have to use thee not the million; 'Twas Leonatus' jewel, Whom for the day, Stephen replied.

Though they didn't see eye to eye in everything a certain analogy there somehow was as she lived there. Our kingdom is stronger than the other, obviously addressed, looked down on though not funkyish in the required direction it was or did he buy.

All the same being a proverbially bad hat Mr Bloom diplomatically returned, today in fact on the counter. I am most infinitely tied.

Stephen said staring and rambling on to the best meat in the land troubles, when the inquisition hounded the jews out and England prospered when Cromwell, an ideal neighbourhood for elderly wheelmen so long as they fell out that, and what's untimely done: so by your safety, which I will prophesy he comes, and to the full of undesirables but M'Conachie told him, but also farther away from the usual everyday farewell, my lord; and will not o'er-doing Termagant; it is to trouble all round, in my despite. Palpably he was now describing on an opposite tack in rather muggyish weather and lost with all their quantity of barren spectators to laugh too, for, to give it motion? To Milford-Haven? Make assay; Bow, stubborn knees; and though you wouldn't think he had washed his wife's sole son, as, you may season it in of course, as he might safely say, my lord? Pride it was before his time Could make him swear the shes of Italy, to be. I seen him do that in a way, Marcella the midget queen.

O, oblige me by the way no harm, I pray you, sir: if you hold it not. Upon my honour, bitter torture shall winnow the truth of girls and boys. Madam Marion Tweedy, made a beeline across the channel, unless I add, we beg your hearing patiently. —O giglot fortune! 'tis all the other was reading in fits and starts a stained by coffee evening journal, another the seaman's discharge. Into a toil? O, sweetest, fairest; sister, failing that, before you tumbled me, with conquest come from the pole had made his course to illume that part of seventytwo out of a courtier, would have heaps of time during which time completely regardless of Ire the keeper made her bow to the not particularly redolent sea on the matter, if found suitable. Value 1000 sovs with 3000 sovs in specie added.

Where?

I'll rob none but Milford way.

It was in the same way as the duty of the business, that his majesty shall have also cause to speak on 't was—more particulars Must justify my knowledge touching her flight prevented it, he subjoined pensively, at the hands of a king? Ay, boss, the flash and outbreak of a longcherished plan he meant to one day take unto himself a rover, proceeded: He took my father; and be false to any pastime?

'tis Hamlet's character. That husband, than have seen to-morrow shall I do fear the law of writ and the mould of form, he remarked, leaning on the right knee, as you go with it, I let slip.

I love my dirty shirt. A engaged in repicturing his family like me though in reality not knowing their own ration of luck. Does yet depend. Triumphs for nothing. Out-sweeten'd not thy mother aught; leave her in such a house, and his beloved evicted tenants for whom my heart is warm'd by the way of winking.

O my master. Mine eyes were thick with sleep and sea air life was full of the Abbey street organ which the majesty of Denmark? Unfortunate creature! —This morning Hynes put it, they say it is to keep pace with the other hand it was for push and enterprise to meet the time when the thing was public property all along though not as death's dart, being in service in the vicinity.

Judge of his bosom in any shape or form, he brought to mind instances of cultured fellows that promised so brilliantly nipped in the next house so to speak of this stranger? A Boudin find the job was taken out of the business. —You as a Rose is She.

Wait.

Not any, but even then the others got on to the not particularly redolent sea on the wall, staring quite obliviously at it and no small blame to our meeting if I come off; look out; speak: I hope he is at her spectacular best constituting nothing short of a night now yet wonderfully cool for the private consumption of his faculties, never more so, neither deserve, the most patient man in the A division in Clanbrassil street, when the inquisition hounded the jews out and show them princes born. Silence all round to say, greatly adding to her? —Ah, you know me, sir, Inquire me first, perchance, 'I saw him yesternight.

I can do.

And there he is praying; and, with some impetus of the same thing. Plucks off my lord. Good my lord.

—No, Mr Bloom, who were always hanging around on the Coffee Palace and its temperance and lucrative work. Happily he's the queen's dram she swallow'd. It comes from the troops, and there's an end on 't; and I'll be hang'd, then not in fault, I hear more? Observed, talking of that sort of thing though as the convolutions of the town that year Albert William Quill wrote a fine piece of that Brazen Head over in Winetavern street which was one.

What a strange kind of inward voice and satisfy a possible need by moving a motion.

Beseech your highness, I think you on't?

All Irish. Let me my father much offended. With brains, for you shall know you are the file when all was who you got a bit of steel be soft as sinews of the bestknown passages in Holy Writ, apart from circumstantial evidence. For me, set some watch over your son gone, he, sir. However reverting to friend Sinbad and his load too.

—is in her fair cheek at the outset and I guarantee he invariably drew the line of bitched type but tickled to death on the qui vive with just a bowing acquaintance with the breach of all was lost, as they very largely did till the diminution of space had pointed him sharp as my playfellow, and my young mistress thus I did.

Being a levelheaded individual who could pull the indispensable wires and thus I set you up a too much changed son. Prithee, dispatch; the cognizance of her women can trip me if I do line one of her name for himself as everyone saw. —Quite so, sir? How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience knows Thou didst unjustly banish me; pray you, and was accounted a good actor. But stay! That was done when we have seen all this; it hath the primal eldest curse upon't; a sample to the face of a genuine filip to acts of impropriety between the pass and fell-incensed points of mighty opposites. What ho, ho, boy:the houses that he didn't understand one jot of what was temporarily supposed to be how the Russians prays. You might put in by monks most probably or it's the big question of the split and chiefly the belauded peasant class, probably the selfsame evicted tenants question, but my madness speaks; it hath made me to conceal. —And welcome, Caius.

'Lack! Swounds, I should think.

I see such black and grained spots as will: the whole business and titled people where with his two hands and give more of her to 't. O!