Novák Katalin köztársasági elnök titokban kegyelmet adott annak a pedagógusnak, aki részt vett a bicskei gyermekotthonban történt nemi erőszakok eltussolásában. Egy pedofil bűntársa volt, és most szabad.
Ilyen módon visszaélni az elnöki hatalommal elfogadhatatlan. Ilyet egy államfő nem tehet. Ilyet egy anya nem tehet.
Gyertek február 9-én 18 órakor a köztársasági elnök hivatala, a Sándor-palota elé! Mutassuk meg, hogy nincs kegyelem a pedofiloknak és bűntársaiknak!
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Ch210 (p2), Test Subject Zwölf
⚠️ 4th page added from chapter ⚠️
The kids are running down a tunnel, trying to find another exit, besides the one they entered through.
Finny's previous escape, from the drug facility, was much simpler. His friends were likely all dead, killed in experiments, arranged fights, and then by the researchers trying to destroy all their work.
With these two pages, we have Finny referring to himself as S-012... but as the researchers called him -- Test Subject Zwölf -- confirming once and for all that the drug facility was run by Germans. Which we figured by now, anyway, but this is a nice confirmation. Would be better if "test subject" were also in German, though. 🤔
Simpler times, indeed. He only needed to survive and get out. Now he has other people in need of help, and that complicates things.
It's quite impressive that Theo has been keeping track of turns and steps this whole time they've been underground, particularly since he's found out he was supposed to be next to "fledge". This makes me wonder how accurate he is.
I still want to compare this map to a map of Norfolk....
Finny is reminded that he must get word to our earl and Sebastian, whatever the cost.
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Meryta gets a letter after defeating Tatiana
Fandom: FFXIV | Words: 987 | Read on Ao3
part 1 | part 2 | part 3
Meryta Khatin x Tansui | during The Wheel Turns | romance
Rating: Teen. Letter writing, longing, fear of death, fear of change, Ardbert friendship, dealing or not dealing with feelings
Letters and Longing, part 2
Despite her fears, Meryta manages to slay Tatiana. The Light crawls inside her body after, but she tries to ignore it. There are more important matters. Feo Ul crowned king, Eulmorians driven away, and now they’re safely back at the Crystarium, one unwelcome Ascian tagging after them.
She doesn’t think of him, not when an excited post moogle finds her on the way to the Pendants. It hands her a letter, her name scrawled on the front, along with a message across the back:
This better reach you, with the outrageous fee the moogle charged. There’s only so many ships in the sea
She laughs, sudden relief and happiness bubbling in her chest. Nodding at the attendant, she hurries up the stairs to her apartment, and sits on her bed, ignoring the table decked with food. She rips the letter open with a smile.
Dear Meryta
Glad I was to hear from you. Surprised too, given what you told me of your whereabouts, but the moogle assured me a special friend would help with a return post. I pray this finds you, somehow. I hope your fight goes well, as it customarily does. It is too much to ask, I suppose, that calmer waters await you, but I do wish for it. Here, things are much the same as usual. We have not had an influx of recruits since the last one, many staking their hopes on Doma restored. With the recent bolstering, we are not of want for people, and the Captain sets his hopes for profit along with a strong and allied Doma. Your friend, Lord Hien, does well in bringing together the most unlikely allies, I must say. Rasho has decided that I should play envoy, so I do travel to the enclave, which continues to thrive I may add.
We have not seen a swell in the Garlean ships, but I do thank you for the warning. We will keep a look out for unsavory behavior – more unsavory than our own, that is.
But, enough about that.
Please, Meryta, I wish you well for all your upcoming fights. I can only imagine they will be frightfully many. I hope to hear from you soon.
I likewise wish for you to be back with me. I will happily cook for you again, and see you back in my bed.
Stay safe,
Tansui
Her heart warms as she reads it, and her cheeks as well, at the last part. She misses him. His wit, his eyes and his hands on her. The way he listens to her.
There’s a long sigh from across the room, and when she looks up from the letter, Ardbert is there, an almost impatient look on his face.
“Happy news?”
“Yes.” She looks down at the letter, where it’s signed. She runs her thumb across his name. “Welcome news.”
“Someone you care about, then? Someone who cares about you too, I take it. Lucky.”
“Something like that, yes.” She does care about him, rather much she finds. An unfamiliar ache in her chest. The longing she feels for him is unfamiliar somehow, different from how she longs for her family, her friends.
“Really? Don’t waste your time pondering.”
“I suppose not.”
“Are you going to write them back? You should.” Ardbert gestures to the table, and the food she didn’t notice when she entered. She was too eager to open the letter, she realizes. “Got some nice food here too. He’s keeping you well fed, the Exarch.”
She nods and sites and eats and talks a little more with Ardbert, of Ascians, but of Seto too, and much more. It’s nice, and the food is good. When the conversation lulls, she starts writing. Ardberd does not have to remind her, but he smiles encouragingly when she fetches her parchment, and implores her to write now, not later, before he fades into – wherever he goes when he’s not hovering.
This time she writes not only Tansui, but manages short letters to Tataru, her family, and Emmanellain too. Tansui’s letter is the longest, and though she tells of her victory, it’s the only one where she doesn’t downplay the danger she’s in. He already knows how she feels, and he deserves to know all. She wants him to know. The extra aether is still swirling inside her, good food and good conversion and the happiness of correspondence can’t stop that. It’s a relief to be able to say all that’s on her mind.
She also tells of the good things, a little of the people at the Crystarium. The hope she sees in everyone, even as she leaves out her own role, in the myth people are starting to spin. They don’t know it’s her, and she doesn’t want to call herself some kind of hero, least of all to him. She writes of mundane things, of Frithrik and Moren and asks about the people in Onokoro. If she closes her eyes, she can almost feel the sea breeze.
Hand aching, she’s happy she took the time to write, to all of them. It is easier this time, and she worries less about messing it up – and it’s easier to write of a victory than of worries. She’ll worry about the other Lightwardens another time, and perhaps the Light inside of her will dissipate, perhaps this feeling of dread will too. She won again, and she shakes her head to dismiss the thoughts of the next battle and the next again. She finds she’d rather think of Tansui, of warm sand and sea, of the fumes of Hell’s Lid and the setting sun. Tomorrow will bring what it must. Pleased, she bundles her letters, and she goes to send them immediately instead of waiting for the morrow. She hopes they reach everyone soon, and sending them now is better than later. She’s not so tired that she can’t handle a few stairs.
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