#Redundant Scribe of Redundantness

[augustinewrites]

listening to the amurta darshan’s faculty argue over budgets is positively mind-numbing, and alhaitham can feel his brain cells dying off with each agonizing minute that ticks by. 

this is only his second meeting as the acting grand sage, but he’s already looking forward to retiring. he’s been mapping out his retirement plan for the last ten minutes, actually. he’ll move to liyue, build a house on a very, very high mountaintop, and spend his days reading from sunrise to sunset—

“acting grand sage, what are your thoughts on the matter?”

listening to petty squabbles between old men in his capacity as the scribe is one thing, but having to direct the squabbles is wholly another. 

he sits up, doing his best to shake the stupor from his mind before quickly glancing down at the notes his assistant places in front of him. 

“naphis,” he says, genuinely surprised. “you intend to relinquish your position as sage?” 

alhaitham isn’t truly listening when amurta’s (now former) sage produces an explanation. the next step is to find a solution. find a new sage. naphis’ long-winded soliloquy about ‘ushering in the new generation’ and ‘starting anew’ were simply redundant. 

he tunes back into the conversation when naphis says, “i’d like to recommend a former student of mine. tighnari.” 

alhaitham knows tighnari. would even go as far as to say he likes him. “of the avidya forest watchers, yes,” he murmurs. “i will reach out.”

he glances over at you when you shift in your seat, glancing at him with that look in your eyes. the one that tells him you have something you want to say. 

but then one of the faculty members begins a highly dramaticized account of an lab incident in pardis dhyai that “demands” the proper allocation of funds, and he sighs, realizing this will have to be addressed another time.

_____

the next few days are busy, as the shift of power within the akademiya demands near the entirety of his attention. that, combined with his reluctance to bring work home, lead him to follow up with you a week after the amurta faculty meeting. 

“what were you going to tell me?”

“hm?” you roll onto your side to face him, eyes barely open, considering it’s two in the morning. “when?”

he feels bad for waking you, knowing you’re exhausted from a twelve hour shift at the bimarstan. but he’d been penning his letter to tighnari earlier, and couldn’t stop pondering what you’d wanted to tell him last week.

“at the meeting,” he clarifies. “you were giving me…a look.”

“i give you lots of looks,” you yawn, nudging your face further into your pillow. “you are quite handsome.”

“don’t be cute,” he mutters, hoping the darkness of the room hides his blush. “you were looking at me like you knew something i didn’t.”

you blink a few times as the memory comes back. “which time? i give you that look multiple times a day, darling.”

normally, he finds your sass to be quite a turn on. just not when it’s directed at him. “the first time.”

“when you were talking about research grants?”

“not that time,” he frowns. “but— what do you know about that?”

“nothing,” you say much too quickly, but then you lean over, cupping his chin and looking him in the eye. “but when someone so, so pretty and extremely smart submits a grant application…”

“i will set up a private channel just for your submissions,” he promises.

“i was actually talking about kaveh, but that is very much appreciated. we do need new stethoscopes.” you pat his cheek a little harder than necessary, smiling.

“wait, kaveh?” he asks. “really?”

“oh yes,” you nod. “he was talking about an affordable housing project the other night. if the akademiya could spare the funds, he could even move into one of said houses himself…”

“finally admitting you want him to leave?” 

“haitham, he used that last of that face cream i bought in fontaine and keeps moving our furniture around. i don’t just want him to leave, i need him to leave. remember when he organized your bookshelves by colour?”

oh, he remembers, trust him. “i’ll have amani pull his application for review first thing tomorrow.” 

“a most wise decision,” you hum, about to roll back around when he gently grips your arm.

 “we’re not done. i was talking about when i mentioned reaching out to tighnari.”

“oh, that look,” you blink. “he won’t accept the position.” 

his brows raise in surprise, because who in their right mind would deny the role of sage? “and you know this how?”

“because we’re friends,” you tell him matter-of-factly. “and i know he’s made a commitment to lead the forest watchers. he’s doing good work there, along withconducting his research. i doubt he’d want to be saddled with a desk job on top of that. let alone one with the akademiya.”

“okay,” he shrugs. if you say he doesn’t want the job, then he doesn’t want the job. there’s no need to delve further into the specifics. “you know the amurta faculty better than i do. who should i ask?”

this time you send him a flat look, pulling away from him and taking the duvet with you. “haitham, i’ve entertained your poor attempt at pillow talk thus far, but if you wish to continue discussing this so bad, why don’t you go find amani? i’m sure she’d love to spend the night with you.” 

he rolls his eyes, trying and failing to reclaim the duvet. “jealousy is quite the unbecoming trait, you know.” 

“go to sleep, acting grand sage.”

alhaitham shuts up, because, well, you’d titled him. that was a warning sign in itself that he’d deprived you of your sleep for long enough. but you don’t protest as he pulls you close, pressing a kiss to the back of your head, still overthinking. his mind won’t rest until he finds a solution. 

“stop overthinking it,” you mutter into your pillow. “you’ll figure something out. you always do.”

you’re right, he realizes. maybe the solution is right in front of him. 

_____

alhaitham is halfway through reading kaveh’s application when he hears your muffled threats to his assistant right outside his door.

“move, amani. or i’ll make you!”

amani has a much better sense of self-preservation than he thought, because it’s not a second later that his office doors burst open, and you let yourself in. 

“when i told you that you’d figure it out, i didn’t mean this!” you exclaim, waving his letter in his face.

he takes your hand, pressing his lips to the back of it in an attempt to placate you, murmuring, “you don’t want to be a sage?” 

“of course i do,” you huff, snatching your hand back. “but— but i’m—”

“the logical choice,” he finishes for you, folding his hands atop his desk. “you obtained two degrees before 25, your thesis on elemental healing techniques is the gold standard, you’re the head of medical and you’re decently versed in botany.” 

“botany?” you repeat incredulously. “so maybe the neighbors are jealous of our garden and tighnari taught me how to use naku weed to make special brownies that one time–”

“they were very good brownies,” he assures you. “and you’re still an excellent candidate.”

you go off again, listing off all the reasons why it shouldn’t be you, but all that alhaitham sees is someone who is brave enough to hold their own in council meetings and even yell at the acting grand sage. you’re perfect.

even you sigh unnecessarily loud, pinching the bridge of your nose. “you’re not going to let this go, are you?”

“i don’t intend to, no.”  

you’re silent for a long minute, clenching your jaw so hard that alhaitham worries for your teeth. 

“i want to make my own hours,” you tell him firmly. “i’m not going to be tied to a desk all day.” 

that was something he could certainly get on board with himself. “fine. anything else?”

“give me the day to think on it,” you shrug, moving to sit on the edge of his desk. alhaitham slides his chair back so your knees fit between his legs. “you really think i can do this?”

“the pros of you being amurta’s sage greatly outweigh the cons, so yes.” 

you fix him with a long-suffering look. “what were the cons?”

alhaitham thought himself an intelligent man, but he very nearly opens his mouth to answer your question before realizing the answer will likely end with him sleeping on the couch tonight. he chooses to keep his mouth shut, earning himself a little kiss before you sign the contract on his desk.

#alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x y/n #genshin x reader #alhaitham fluff #genshin impact fluff

[blindmagdalena]

i was thinking ab reader being homelander’s assistant or something and him just ordering her around more than usual bc he knows it’s irritating her but she’ll never say anything bc she’ll lose her job. he’s annoying like that

Being Homelander's assistant isn't so bad. He is demanding, but he's also generally predictable in his needs. You manage his schedule, ensuring he shows up when and where he needs to, you answer his emails, and occasionally he will send you on inconsequential errands. Lately, however, he's been... escalating. He's been calling you in for every meeting he takes, recording notes for him, despite the fact Vought employs several scribes who are much better at their job than you are. Most of the time they're present, so you really don't understand your redundancy. Regardless, you do your job, which is to do whatever he tells you to. You'd do the same for any other boss, supe or not.

Homelander calls your name, snapping his fingers over and over. Each one rings as loud as gunfire in your ears, jostling you from your thoughts. You stare blankly at him. "Hello-ooo, yes, thank you," he says, giving one last snap of his fingers before he's satisfied you've returned to earth. "Sorry, sir," you give automatically, adjusting your grip on your leatherbound notepad, flipping to a clean page. You begin writing as you speak, "Reschedule your 11:45 to Thursday, confirm evening booking with The Daily next week, have the kitchen send up your PM standard instead of your AM, whole milk only, follow up with��" "Christ," Homelander cuts in, leaning back in his seat, fixing you with an intent stare. You look up from your notes, expression schooled. "You're like a goddamn machine," he says, huffing a laugh. "Sir?" You inquire, confused. Is he pleased, or annoyed? You're certainly irritated about being interrupted. " 'Sir?' " He echoes mockingly, raising his pitch, standing up from his chair. "That's all I ever hear from you. " 'Yes sir, no sir, right away sir.' Not a single sigh, no pissy little muttering under your breath when you think I can't hear. Everyone does it. Everyone. But not you. You don't even roll your eyes. You're just... obedient," he says, approaching you as he does. You stand your ground, confused. You still can't tell if he's angry or not. He's wrong, honestly. It's not that you're never annoyed with him; you're always irritated by him. In fact, most people annoy you, but after a lifetime of surviving under the thumb of aggravating people, working service jobs, you've learned to live in this disaffected state of compliance. "You'll do anything I tell you, won't you? Without so much as a goddamn twitch," he says, and based on the tone of his voice, his expression, you get the feeling he has something specific in mind.

"That's my job, sir," you answer simply, keen to move on. You look back down at your notes. "Follow up with Tike Toys regarding the new lineup of Home–" A large, red gloved hand abruptly blocks the path of your pen, pushing your notebook down. You look up, and now Homelander is directly in front of you. "You know, I could really use a shoulder rub." "Okay." Your tone remains even, despite the annoyance broiling in your gut. "I will book a masseuse. You have an hour opening at 2:00, and another at–" "Now," he interjects, plucking your notebook right out of your hands. He beckons you with it, like he's just taken a ball from an attentive dog, waiting for you to follow as he walks backwards. "Feelin' real tense." Homelander sits down, dropping your notebook carelessly onto his desk. As if to really drive the final nail into the coffin of your psyche, he snaps his fingers twice. "C'mon, hop to." Begrudgingly, though your expression hasn't changed, you approach. He's got a self-satisfied smirk as he watches you circle him. Even once you're behind him, you can't escape the smug weight of his stare, thanks to the mirror hanging on the wall directly across from where he's sat. It feels intentional. "I'm not a masseuse," you say by way of warning. Is he even going to feel this? Not only is his suit a thick, protective fabric, he's an indestructible human shaped weapon. This feels ridiculous. "What did you say your job was?" Homelander asks through a smirk, brows lifted. You stare impassively at his reflection, and then look down to the back of his neck. Without so much as a sigh, you lift your hands to his shoulders, and begin working your thumbs into the sturdy fabric of his suit. His smile widens slightly, and he tips his head back, humming a pleased noise. After a moment of your mild, ineffectual squeezing, however, he does show a flicker of annoyance. "Knock off the limp fish act, would you? Put some fuckin' effort into it," he says, staring you down in the mirror. You glance up at him. Seeing yourself in the mirror is odd, maybe a little jarring even. Your face really is entirely vacant, despite the hot churn of your stomach. Your stare flickers down to meet his in the mirror, and you nod. You really need this fucking job. "Yes, sir," you say, voice even emptier than your expression. You channel that deep, buried aggravation directly into your hands, grinding your thumbs into his shoulders as hard as you can manage. Homelander watches all the while with a perverse sort of satisfaction. He even has the audacity to moan, outright grinning when he finally hears you make a small noise of exertion. "Thaaat's it," he says, the glint in his eyes downright predatory. "There you go. Now get my neck." "Yes, sir," you answer automatically, pushing your thumbs from the base of his skull down his neck, into the collar of the suit. Homelander exhales a wicked little laugh, watching intently.

Being Homelander's personal assistant wasn't so bad. However, a nagging voice in the back of your mind tells you that this is only the beginning.

#i got another ask about homelander harassing a disinterested reader and i think i accidentally smashed the two together LMAO #THIS GOT AWAY FROM ME #homelander x reader #homelander x you #homelander #my writing #thanks for the brain worms friend

[bokatan]

A moment of acceptance (for the fanfic ask)?

[ crucial moments prompt ]

Rating: T

Word count: 549

Pairing: Reed & Mercy

Fandom: Fallout

Content warning: wound/injury descriptions, discussions about ghoulification

putting this under a read more for Reasons listed above

“You’ve had more radiation exposure recently.” It’s more of a statement than an actual question. The ghoul’s scarred hands skate across the pale shoulder in front of her, dappled with reds and purples; her hands pause once they hit an area mottled with a sickly indigo hue. The darkest splotches have already started to give way, revealing new skin underneath with a raw, ulcerated texture similar to the hands tending it. 

“My geiger malfunctioned. Had to check a location out for one of the scribes, but this thing’s been acting up since the screen cracked.” 

“You really need to have someone take a look at that thing.” Mercy sighs as she gently dabs at the skin in front of her with some saline-soaked gauze. Reed tenses at the contact when more discolored tissue sloughs off with almost no pressure. “This would heal so much faster if you’d let me actually treat it.”

“I know it’s not going to work. It’s redundant to put more radioactive shit on top of the radiation scarring I already have.” 

“You’re missing the point. You’ll develop different responses to radiation as this progresses, but you need more exposure to trigger those mutations. Trying to drag it out like you’ve been doing is just going to make this more susceptible to infection.” Mercy carefully pats the area dry with fresh gauze before applying a layer of medicinal honey. She pauses momentarily to grab dressings to put over it. “I’m not going to force it on you but I know it’ll make this easier to deal with. I hate to say it but you’re not my first ghoulifying patient- that poultice has worked as intended on everyone I’ve used it on.” 

Reed turns his head to try and look at her. Mercy shoots a hard look back before he can open his mouth. “Don’t. We both know what this is- it’s not up for debate.” 

Reed turns back and focuses on the supply shelves in front of him with a hard expression. Mercy takes a few minutes to finish wrapping his shoulder before she speaks again. “I know this is hard for you. I’m trying to help, but you need to stop trying to fight me over it.” 

“That’s the thing though- you don’t know what’s going to happen. None of us do. I don’t want to encourage this when neither of us know what it’s going to turn into.” Mercy stands and gently presses a kiss to Reed’s temple. Something about the action makes his chest feel tight- despite the stark changes in appearance and the number of years they’ve been apart, she’s still the same person he used to know. 

“It’s terrifying. I know- trust me, I haven’t forgotten that part. It’s going to happen no matter what and I’m going to do what I can to help you, but you can’t just keep denying it like this.” 

“I think I need to stop listening to Cade,” Reed replies. “I know the whole cult’s awful about ghouls but he’s especially bad- he talks about it like it’s a death sentence. ”

“It might be for them. I mean, have you heard of anyone in their ranks dealing with this?” 

Reed pauses. “I- honestly haven’t. I’ve heard about deaths from rad poisoning, but nothing about ghouls.”

#thank you!💖 #convinced me to drag this out of deep wips hell (the ‘finished’ folder for shit that’s not actually finished but I’m done looking at it) #flinging this post out of drafts hell like it's a frisbee im throwing for my dog #ship: Reed x Mercy #Reed tag #Mercy tag #bo.docs

[flarebean]

can quirrel theoretically trip over the beacon on his way out, join the grimm troupe, and still retain monomon's mask

trade in first-person memory but be permitted to keep the feeling of importance, and the third-person knowledge. be the troupe's scribe, remembering the fallen kingdoms. grimms burn by. quirrel doesn't.

he carries the pale taint of stasis. the nightmare heart stains him a deep red, as well. but monomon's light, bubbly acid green spellwork engineering is scrawled over his mind, lending him some protection from all things dream and thought alike.

he dances with the grimms, sometimes. when they are between their youth and their pyre. he has learned many dances, from many cultures, and of course, he never forgets the dance of violence. he keeps both his nail and quill with care.

sometimes, when the summoners fail, or betray them, quirrel raises the grimmchildren. but so do all the other grimmkin.

monomon calls to him one day, out of so many, many other days. and he prepares to part ways with the troupe. to leave the shelter of nightmare and walk willingly back to the blight. be scoured by the winds and dust of the wastes, an intentional gap of monomon's protection, formerly rendered redundant by the circus.

grimm lets him go. the nightmare heart laughs, a little bit.

when he arrives, he's enthralled. such vibrant red tents! how charming. he's certain he's seen something almost like it before, on his travels, equally enchanting! though the kin are a little strange, and say strange, overly personal things.

(he congratulates the circus master on their child's birth. he's sure they'll grow up to be as poised as them. the circus master laughs at him and pats the top of his mask good-naturedly whilst agreeing, as if he has stumbled upon an inside joke of some kind.)

#does he go back to them after? #staggered and hobbled. recovering from the wastes as monomon's spellwork retreats #making her final reparation to her devoted scholar; restoring his mind as much as she can as she #leaves forever. his own personal nightmare flame. #but a different position this time: liason to the lord of shades #hollow knight #quirrel #the grimm troupe #hollow knight au

[thequeertiefling]

Heyyyyy!!!!

You said you had ideas about the HTTYD characters and what d&d classes they would fit into best, and I’d love to hear all about that dude

(please talk to me like I’m 5 I have no d&d knowledge lol)

This has been in my imbox WAY TOO LONG I'm so sorry

Ngl I considered making them all Drakewarden Ranger multiclasses but where would the fun be in that? 

Hiccup: Drakewarden Ranger/Battlesmith Artificer Multiclass

Drakewarden for obvious reasons. They get a drake (which isn't technically a true dragon but it does fall under dragons) which are essentially pets. Artificer because Hiccup is constantly creating and I feel this class fits him pretty well. Struggled with the subclass a bit but I'm fairly confident in my choice

Astrid: Battle Master Fighter

Are Fighters considered basic? Yes, but don't let that hold you back. The Battle Master studies EVERYTHING involved in battle, from theory to practical and everything in between. I think it fits Astrid well because of her warrior nature, i actually considered making her a Champion Fighter but decided that this subclass fit her slightly better. Hiccup makes her weapons :)

Fishlegs: Scribe Wizard/Drakewarden Ranger multiclass

Tbh, this one is in the same boat as the twins. Wizards love learning abt their specific subject. Scribes are the most bookish of all Wizards and make great use of their spellbook. Drakewarden Ranger because he was arguably the most obsessed with dragons before Hiccup. Also I want them to bond over their Drakes

Snotlout: Dwarf Glamour Bard

"But Quinn, no one else has a race yet, why does Snotlout have one?" because I have a better grasp on what I imagine his backstory would be than the rest of them. Also I think having a Dwarf Bard is cool. He's a college of Glamour bard because he's canonically a good writer and singer, which also implies he's good with words which these bards definitely are. 

Ruffnut & Tuffnut: Trickery Domain Clerics

Are multiple clerics of the same subclass redundant? Yes. But I'm doing which classes I think they'd be I'm not building a balanced party. They'd be pretty similar to Canon, and would also follow Loki. Basically nothing changes except they now have magic and makes it everyone else's problem. 

Arnora (my oc): Tiefling Spore Druid

If my url and pfp didn't make it obvious, I love Tieflings. That is the main reason Arnora is a tiefling, along with the fact that I love the idea of her and Dwarf!Snotlout dancing together. The spore Druid is the closest I could get to healer (that I felt fit Arnora) without making her a life Cleric. 

I'd any other D&D fans have other thoughts, please share! 

#httyd #httyd oc #d&d #Hmm should I create full character sheets for them?

[bradenthompson]

I Gouf'd It or: How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Chrome Marker (Part 2)

oops, posting part 2 kinda got away from me. But here we are, and the MG Gouf 2.0 has been finished to my own level of satisfaction (barring a second topcoat I may or may not do)

I noticed part 1 doesn't really attempt to "review" the kit, only because it's so old and plenty of reviews exist already, but I'll give my opinion all the same. Bit of a copout verdict here, stop me if you've heard this: "it's great if you're into this sort of thing." Nah but really, I do ultimately like it with a few caveats. For one thing, I think the presence of a real inner frame makes it instantly a better kit than the older and arguably more dated Mg Gouf Custom. Even if you prefer the look of the custom, it's hard to argue that specific kit is better built than this one. Build-wise, it felt very familiar to the Zaku ii I've already done, and that's because the inner frames are near-identical. But it's different enough that the build never feels painfully redundant.

Panel Lining/Decals

Panel lining on Zeon suits is a Less Is More type deal for me. With a few exceptions like the Geloog, I think the dumpy, massive surface level armor plates are what sell the Zeon suit designs. It makes sense in the way nonexistent giant robot armor makes sense; these are mass produced and aren't gonna have infinite complexities to them as a result. They're armored in the way this type of thing would be armored, what panel lines do exist sell how such a thing would be maintained and repaired, [third point to distract from the fact I don't know how to scribe goes here].

You'll notice in the finger vulcan more than anywhere else, my workaround for this is in the specific points where armor tapers into an edge. I elected to highlight these in black, using an acrylic paint marker I had lying around. Also noticeable in the shoulders and behind the knee.

I have another technique when it comes to decals, and I call it "using all of them." In most cases, I do exactly this but here I only use about 90% of what's assigned. idk bro, I think it works on Zeon suits like nothing else. I'm even proud of my dry transfer work, of which this kit has a few in places similar to the MG Zaku ii. Corporal ranking badges go on both shoulders, but I opted for only one. I do like me some asymmetry where it's tasteful.

Take note of the decal on the left shoulder, where I fucked up the transfer and there's a section cut short, and see that Gouf is clearly self-conscious about it. Sorry, little man, that one's on me.

You gotta take the good with the bad. And oh hey speaking of bad, this is the type of kit where a lot of joints crapped out on me. The right knee is loose, the left elbow is oddly tight, the left shoulder can't hold the shield at any angle over 45 degrees, the right thumb broke off entirely and, most frustratingly of all, a piece in the head broke off to the point of the head and neck no longer fitting tightly together. Some topcoating alleviated this somewhat but still, at the right angle or with the right unintentional finger push, the head's coming off. At a resting position this isn't an issue, and will not be for most of this guy's life as a model, not an action figure, but it bothers me all the same.

Topcoat Finale

I do the best poses, as you can clearly see.

The chrome joints lost a lot of their luster in the topcoat, which I'm fine with. With a matte finish, I think it looks just lovely. I still may go back and do a second coat, but as it stands I'm very happy with my work. No weathering this time around, I wanted to sell the "New and Improved" factor when posed next to my Zaku, which you'll note I have already gotten to doing.

Looks like that's it for the Gouf. Part of me wants the new Dom kit, but I don't yet know what angle I want to go at that one with. Maybe custom decals? I'll figure it out. Or do a kit from something else, even though my heart belongs to classic Universal Century. And my soul belongs to the monoeye.

ביז מיר טרעפן זיך ווידער ! ! !

#gunpla #mobile suit gundam #universal century #principality of zeon #gouf #modelkit #hobbymodel #gundam #this is no zaku boy #but my friend is zaku boy

[certifiedwerewolf]

I spent all day reading through wizard subclass homebrews to find something that would get me access to higher level healing spells for Lucy, only to end up coming up with a specific-to-Lucy-sitch mechanic that works better anyway. But one thing I realized while I was doing that is that Lucy's Order of Scribes subclass is a lot more load-bearing than I realized. Because like yeah, from a mechanic standpoint it's very redundant because she's also a Pact of the Tome Warlock, the only real benefit I'm getting from it is the aid in copying spells, and I'm willing to sacrifice that. And from a lore standpoint, the Scribe stuff is still not bringing much to the table, because everything about the lore can be justified using something else.

But that for BZ's con to stand up to scrutiny, the Scribe stuff needs to be there. Because all Beez is doing is enhancing the stuff that she already has- her Pact Tome is just an add-on to the Scribe stuff, not a redundancy, it's Beez feeding into her magic to hid his own hand in things, and without those mechanics, the rest of the build falls apart.

[thepete77]

Daily Walk Devotional Day 2

Minister The Pete, ThePete77, ThePete81, cpeteland, and cpeteland@gmail.

Preaching of the King

“Matthew's gospel alternates between Jesus’ deeds and discourses.”

A note that I have already made in personal views of the gospels of any type and basically any spiritual text in existence is that they are written after the fact as records, and treating documents like they are actual concurrently being written as a record during their times in history is false. Without the recognition of cultural practice and origins of prior existing cultures and faiths pretty much all spiritual title are constipated rubbish.

We cannot ignore the cultural plateau of spiritual deities of major likeness and obvious influences like the Greek deity Adonis and relation to the name Adonai on very advanced levels, and that people have theorized sociobiological models of nomadic eras of clans and tribes to agricultural and domestic societal functions and that their were agricultural deities such as Adonis, Dionysus, and Bacchus.

I feel heavily that the Christian practice of communion is very heavily related to the dynosian mysteries because of wine use, and the scriptures themselves were never originally intended as a literal testimonial witness to events that occurred.

In mentions of the Pharisees being a measure of greatness in spiritual practices, within the scope of scripture they are presented this way, yet their has not been any ancient manuscripts discovered or attributed to them. This brings in a scope of the scriptures being relevant to abrahamic and mosaic laws and a very Hebraic culture of Israel during that time.

The severe claim within a Hebraic and Arabic culture that nobody else except the scribes and Pharisees will enter the kingdom of heaven I find to be an exclusive statement that secludes entry to specific practices which I feel Christian’s have misrepresented and taken advantage of in several ways. Certain statements about Ghandi being required to believe in Jesus’ name I find as entirely obnoxious and ignorant. I also find the continuing thoughts of apathetic lukewarm Christian activity of each to their own and whatever works for them entirely an indictment for spiritual laziness.

The devotion mentions insights into the Christian practice of letting their light so shine before the world, and to appropriately in moderation and discretion apply exemplary behavior of representing their spiritual beliefs. I’ve seen a tremendous failure of church startup focuses and missionary work to lack discipleship and mentoring.

It is redundant for me to state this, but I feel it necessary to further define my scope of disagreement with Christian proselytizing, acting like their cosmology is the way of the existing universe, and the only way, and all other ways are false: Christians themselves do not own heaven or the universe even if they worship the god creator that created the universe and heavens. Everyone dies in some way, either for a lack of continuing existence or for transformation or reincarnation focuses. Death does come to us all.

The devotion continues to state about having the right intentions of good works, and not be seen doing them and in a devil worshipper sense I feel the applicable nature of technically functionable processes that have value for adherence and use, and not in wasteful lazy ways.

The day two of proverbs focus’ on the statement if you receive my words. I always had some level of admiration about the word logos as the divine word. In christinzation logos is applied as a title of Christ as the living word. Similar spiritual views about yoke and yielding fruit I have also been in admiration, even within Christian terms. This view initially made me feel more animate as a human being and having some depth of character and being amiable and plyable to gods will and for him to direct my path. There were some strong feelings and sentiments of anxiety and ignorance in this regard that overshadowed my adherence and lack of knowledge of who god really was and whether he can be even trusted. Scriptures at the end of the book of numbers I was in disagreement on personal levels of applying handshakes of peaceful agreement following with raiding, plundering and slaughtering entire nearby countries, taking wives and children as slaves in someways and entire destruction in other ways. The character of god revealed in those circumstances I could not honorably agree to for those instructions. I could not agree with Christian arguments of foreknowledge and predestination of god, like the infinite creator applied tests for mankind and especially in regards to job, accepted challenges from the adversary and accuser about job and unleashing pain and death and misery all around job and on jobs family. I see this as a totally underhanded move in betrayal of job. Likewise the sacrificial event of Cain and Abel and punishment on Cain simply for acceptance of a sacrificial type even and tempting Abraham to sacrifice Isaac and the allowable theft of Isaac’s inheritance by Jacob and Jacob being the continuing lineage of Israel. This I feel makes the entire lineage of Jesus’ even invalid in character and not having any authority at all.

Continuing through this chapter of proverbs as to being protected by the Lord I feel inclined more towards a view of who god really is in retrospective use of the Al Jilwah as Satan guides his chosen and exercises dominion over the beasts of the earth. Since applying a focus of studies on witchcraft in a continual way and the circumstances that my life has been in for sacrificial offerings and evocation of king Paimon, my life has radically changed in that manner in unsuspecting ways.

Paimon is truly loyal in his accomplishments and residence within my life activity and my 2012-2013 ritual focus of Paimon evocation has come to effect as a better position.

In my gospel of John devotion for the second day I am more inclined towards personal strength and confidence in choosing my own path, for better or worse, and I cannot really agree with taking verbal directional commands from any deity, as well and especially Jesus. I had practiced in Christian connotations the matter of conviction of things that I felt necessary at the time. A big conflict that I went through was a conviction of sacrificial existence and celibacy due to the modern book of revelation statements of martyrs for the Christian faith, and a sense of abstinence from relationships which heavily lead me into conflicting emotions even during beginning studies of witchcraft. Reading the enochian calls brought a remembrance of this conviction I had, in a way of a law governing the holy ones, and continuous complaining and whining and disagreeing and making excuses as to why I deserve relationships.

I’ve grown into a great sense of maturity since and in practical matters of employment at a partial daycare I realized my low energy levels and lack of parenting knowledge in how to raise children at all, and decided against having children for those reasons.

This collaborates more with my current views of adult entertainment in pornography and night life attitude as being singular events and moderate continuing social circumstances without vows of permanent commitment in expectations.

In my Spurgeon devotional for March 9th he writes of being close to Jesus on a continuing basis in communion with him, and in the manner of the Old Testament and the New Testament seldom and sporadic character revealing of Jesus I cannot really agree, and I cannot agree with insane practices of hearing the voices or activity even of demons, in this way I have made specific note to mandate normalcy to be in personal demand on all counts, and the right views of spiritual items even in relation to witchcraft.

In my chuck smith devotional for march 9tth, i read several aspects of god answering chuck smith in his prayer requests, and felt heavily before that god was non respondent to mine. I felt very much akin to how Cain probably felt with refusal and suspicion of failure in great amounts and lack of knowledge and age to be able to be active in any significant way. I became opposite the alcoholics and narcotics anonymous individuals about their war stories of drug use and criminal activity and prison time experiences,, relationship drama and multiple experiences with multiple wives as somehow a need for me to attend to to gain life knowledge:

I was not interested in prison for a single or double digit year focus, and continuing brother up mentality and follow suit like a sheep in standard juvenile delinquency. This has always disinterested me in great proportions. As I reflect on my current residence and life conditions I am grateful that legal circumstances have been kept minimal.

In my final devotional of psalm 139, I cannot say I’ve been calling as a friend to Jesus in presence, and the beginning decisions that started to take place was simply listening to modern rap music with explicit lyrics. Simply out of modern views that entirely Christian views of common media social habits is a little weird, and their should be more normalcy. The first response from a person who could’ve been a mentor type of person, was racist in nature and I cut my attendance to studies and church functions. Things happened from their that I set myself up for failure about. The last scripture quote in this passage focuses on the statement that the heart is beyond care and the most deceitful above all things, which I am in refutation of as a declaration that evidences judeo Christian spiritual views make them inhuman.

To balance my devotion with Satanically Set content in the book Satanic Living by Lucifer Jeremy White, I read about the requirements to do over and speecialize in 1 up. Other quotes I’ve heard similarly in motivational speaking that in order to have success you have to become uncomfortable in everything you do and do a lot of it and mass levels.

LJW, makes the statement that strength is rewarded by pride, and on a personal level of low maintenance and survival status poverty, I realize that I have really not connected this way and did not have the mental or emotional discipline to even have two part time jobs or push a full time existence in the truest nature of an 8-9 job focus. My physical activity currently is very minimal and I’m even struggling on basic tasks. Reality bites, and the truth hurts. The challenge of the Satanic Prince is to earn a place amongst the satanic extemporary through merit… if I intend to have a reputation as a devil worshipper and practitioner of the dark arts I really need to act it and live the principles to gain support of and the presence of likeminded darksome souls.

Some become homeless in desperation…. I see this to be an evidential history in my life. After losing jobs for whatever reason I’d turn homeless and wind up at the homeless shelter which I had a lethal beginning mistake of leisure and comfort in having a roof over my head and food in my stomach. I crippled myself from challenging my education or career improvements to technically apply valid and meaningful applications, and falsely assumed I had some will to power focuses that I thought at least some potential for reading nietzsche and schopenhauer and knowing the name Richard Wagner. Daydreaming circumstances and fantasies had established themselves in the fact that I was much of an oddball and awkward at the most and unable to connect the way I needed to.

But the past is the past and I am only declaring this to be honest about what level I am truly at as an applied devil worshiper.

The true satanic prince thoroughly enjoys life… I have this at a basic level on a permanent basis since I learned the satanic motto of vital existence. I utterly enjoy hearing and seeing, touching, smelling and tasting. I felt in my teen years a sense of physical strength and health and a basic premise of not having really any problems with what I was about.

Confidence diminished and anxiety increased with all the depressive factors attached, and I was very ignorant towards the creeping pestilence of Christian thought, opening me to weakness even further. And now I am in a congruent state of recognition and in reform myself to live the very principles that I teach.

The words resilience, adaptability, and bravery are words that strike me in this regard, in all essence of survival and lethality genes, I am pretty much void of, and am practicing a continual focus.

He is a she in regards to Satan mentioned in this book I am focusing on applying more to Hecate, Lilith, and Kali, as them to provide the succubus activity and sexual gratification on inner levels, and the admiration of the beauty and strength of Morrigan, Demeter, Persephone, Artimis, Ishtar, Diana, and Hera. For main leading terms of Satan I am applying the opposer and accuser, the tempter and as a trickster, his counterpart male deities being Hephaestus, Thanatos, Hypnos, Psoidon, Leviathan, Taurus, and Aries, Jupiter, Appollo, and Prometheus.

Do the devils work is a statement that I am finalizing this article with in intent to accomplish it on all counts. In seeking knowledge and wisdom and eternal life in true nature.

[ask-shsl-scribe]

Gaslight the scribe

"Don't Gaslight The Scribe. She already knows so little about what it's like out here."

And stop watching Game Theory!

That last part was more of a joke than anything. With having so many teens it was inevitable that she would be, at the very least, vaguely familiar with the Youtube channel(s). He's entertaining but the amount of logic leaps in his 'theories' she's seen in some of them are more redundant.

#👽 a strange being anonymous 👽 #🏆 chikako tsyuko ultimate coach 🏆

[roxsannel]

The Crocodile Makes No Sound (The Lord Hani Mysteries Book 2) by N. L. Holmes.

Lord Hani is back and it is four years later, the rule of King Akhenaten is well and truly established and he continues in his role as a scribe for the Royal Hall of Correspondence and a diplomat for foreign affairs, since his last investigation concluded, Lord Hani has been trying to keep a low profile since the King changed the religious regime in favour of Aten over Amen-Ra, where he closed all the temples and made those employed by them redundant, this did not go over well in the community around  those temples.

This has deeply affected Lord Hani’s family as they were some of those made jobless, including his brother in law, who disappeared and went into hiding because of this being a firebrand in the side of the royal family and because of this, Lord Hani is under close surveillance, this does not stop a request from the Beloved Royal Wife for him to meet with her. Although, Lord Hani is worried about what will happen if he goes, he responds to the summons and meets with the Beloved Royal Wife, this is where she tells him that she is being blackmailed by someone and she asks him to investigate.

Meanwhile, the King of the vassal state of A’amu is waiting for an audience with King Akhenaten and Lord Hani is asked to permit him and his party to stay at his residence rather than the palace as the wait fir the appointment could be a long one and the party are getting restless and they already know Lord Hani from a previous investigation where they met. This is not ideal, but Lord Hani knows that he cannot refuse the request, so he agrees and makes his family aware of the change in the situation and requests that they don’t talk about anything politically outrageous in the company of their guests.

As Lord Hani leaves his home to investigate the blackmailer, he finds that the information is not easily forthcoming and again is showing that the most part of his superiors cannot be trusted and that danger is again creeping in on him and his family. Will he be able to investigate before the danger becomes too close to home, or will he be able to find the evidence needed, unearth the culprit and keep his conscience in tact? This is another thrilling instalment in this series of historically based mysteries where twists and turns abound as you draw your conclusions along with the characters until the end is reached.

#journey of a lifetime #chronic illness #invisible illness #cvid #common variable immunodeficiency #zebra #zebra strong #fibromyalgia #spoonie #spoonie life #spoonie reads

[pnfoutofcontext]

Buford: Ya know what I hate about The Unclimbable Mountain of Unclimbableness? Just to get there you have to cross the Uncrossable River of Uncrossableness. Baljeet: Who named all these things? Buford: That guy over there, The Redundant Scribe of Redundantness. The Redundant Scribe of Redundantness: Hi there! Greetings! Salutations

#alternate Buford #alternate Baljeet #Redundant Scribe of Redundantness #Doof Dynasty #Phineas and Ferb #cartoon #caption #season 3

[afterdeck-ace]

tense consistency is gonna be the death of me in this fic

#talking scribe #oprb WIP #I don't know how to conjugate I just follow my instinct #but the past perfect (continuous) is so redundant argh #had been everywhere urgh

[scumsucking]

there are only two worthwhile words in the whole English language:

“smirked” and “unceremoniously” 

#mmmm got a good case of the redundancies now dont we #scribe #writing

[the-story-of-how-we-died]

The ppl who say "c" shouldn't be a letter because its redundant are missing the point. First off, its pronunciation is very predictable once you know the rules, second, removing it would just introduce more confusion and ambiguity.

For example, the "c" in "secede" is pronounced like "s", or softly. But if you were to write it as an "s", like "sesede", you've changed the rules applying to the word. "S"'s between vowels tend to transform into "z"'s, which mean, as implied by the writing, the word would be pronounced "se-zede"!

Is there ambiguity? Yes! But it isn't solved by removing "c". You dont here ppl saying we should remove the soft "g" because it's uses are taken for granted less. Like, imagine spelling "gymnasium" as "jymnasium" or "wedgie" as "wedjie". They just look more confusing (and uglier!)

"C" just looks better, and removes confusion. Leave it be! Now "Q", "q" we could get rid of. Spelling "queen" as "kween" or "queue" as "kweue" brings me endless joy. "Let me ask you a kwestion!"

(Also, a (rather long) aside: the only reason we have "k" is because of the darn french! The scribes of middle english wanted english spelling to be easy for middle french scribes to decipher. Because "c" was read as an "s" or "ch" in front of front vowels (the "ee" in speed, or the "a" in "chap"), english scribe brought back the latin letter long unused "k" for it. That's why in old english, "king" was spelled as "cing"! Words are still spelled like this in languages that didn't care about the french - like the Celts!)

#why are you booing me? #I'm right! #inquisition #inkwisition #linguistics #langblr #ceris rambles #imagine the offical spelling of being #dffggdgst #fucking #lmaooo

[pornosophical]

oh boy. so the bug that junked my first char’s saves is fixed and now they’re back

so I’m stuck. I did an Eldritch Scion for my first playthrough (Act 3) and I liked it, but I went into armor when ES seems to be the armorless magus or at least draconic bloodlines that get mage armor as a bonus spell

where as Sword Saint, which is my current magus build, I avoided getting armor spec but then realized mage armor isn’t available to SS? I only got it was ES because I was going dragon bloodline, which then seemed redundant given that I wanted to do the golden dragon mythic path

the point being... both playthroughs were not, strictly speaking, optimal. I crave perfection but now I don’t know which one to start over with, if at all

ES is a lot of fun. SS feels cooler and I enjoy the estoc, but ES’s general prowess means I can use whatever’s on hand

maybe dip into SS and then run ES? I dunno, feels needlessly complicated. like ES runs on Cha so all persuasion checks are easy which I love, but SS is Int based like classic magus so they roll with more skill points

but you really only need perception and persuasion for your MC. most skill checks you’re in a group and you can use whichever companion is best. hm

I think it’s ES. SS was fun but ES has more spells cast per day even if you can’t scribe like SS, and I did love that persuasion buff. buuuuuuuuuut dragon to dragon? I mean if I picked a dragon bloodline it seems silly. ultimate sorcerer ability to shapeshift into a dragon but you’re already a dragon? 

double dragon! remember that show? god damn I’m old

[tsarisfanfiction]

Melt VI

Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Teen Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Angst Characters: Kayo Kyrano, Virgil Tracy, John Tracy, Brains, Grandma Tracy, Scott Tracy

Part 6 of my entry for @gumnut-logic‘s SensorySunday: Smell. Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

I give up.  This fic wants to do its own thing and I am simply the helpless scribe.

A soft hand on her arm alerted Kayo to the fact she was trembling.  Not from cold or fear, but anger.  She knew Brains, trusted his genius; their Pods were all well-tested and reliable. John said something was afoot, and she fully agreed.

If Grandma hadn’t put her foot down and firmly request she stay and keep her company, she would have been on the mountain by now.  John hadn’t been able to find any sign that anyone else had been there, but there was only so much a space station could do, even if that space station was Thunderbird Five.  Some detailed scans of the area using her own hand-held scanner, and they’d find something.  What that something would be, Kayo didn’t yet know, but it would be something and they’d have a trail.

Someone had tried to kill her brothers.  Of that, Kayo had no doubt at all.  The question was who, and how?

She rested her hand over Grandma’s, and waited.  They hadn’t been able to see Scott before he’d been taken in for surgery, despite John’s guidance through the corridors, but Grandma insisted that she wait for him to come back out before ‘haring off’ on her investigations.  Despite her fury that anyone would dare attempt anything like this, the little sister in her wanted to see him for herself, and she’d agreed.

From what she’d gathered from John, Virgil was in no hurry to rendezvous with her, anyway, and Thunderbird Shadow was both faster and closer.  She had plenty of time to sit with the elderly woman who had lost so much but refused to give up yet, and wait.

Hospitals were unpleasant places, full of the sick and dying.  It tore at her every time one of her brothers ended up in one – this was not the first time, and nor would it be the last.  The sterile stench of antiseptics couldn’t quite disguise the prevailing illness of the place.  It was almost certainly her imagination, but she could even pick up the congealing scent of burnt flesh, taunting her with the knowledge of what had happened to her brother.

Kayo wasn’t naïve. With her estranged half-uncle and many years investigating the underbelly of the world, she had seen many things that a woman of her age could barely imagine.  She’d seen men and women with horrific scarring, with stories of fire to go along with them.  If it was so bad that Scott needed surgery – and he did, was in there right now – all the money in the world wouldn’t stop this incident from adding another collection of scars to his skin.

A nurse approached them, informing them that Scott was out of surgery, and despite her clear intention of keeping them away from him for a while longer, there was no arguing with Doctor Sally Tracy.  Kayo slipped into the room on the heels of the diminutive yet formidable lady.  It was a private room; the boys might dislike using their money for privileges but this was something instilled in them by her father long ago.  It was easier to maintain security that way.

Scott was still asleep, too soon out of surgery to have shaken off the anaesthetic, but that made it easier.  If he was awake he’d be arguing, refusing to let her go back to the mountain and throwing an absolute fit over Virgil also going back.  In an induced sleep, there were no nightmares plaguing him, and the ever-present frown that seemed to be settling as his permanent expression these days was gone.

She ran her fingers through his hair, gel stubbornly clinging in there but losing its battle to keep his preferred hairstyle intact after the day it’d had.  If not for the bandages on both his fingers, she might have held his hand, but that wasn’t possible and besides, she had places to be. This visit was a quick one of simple reassurance for her; he was alive.  A more sentimental, emotional, visit could wait until she’d got to the bottom of what had happened.

“I’ll be back,” she promised.  She met Grandma’s eyes, got a nod, and left.

“Virgil’s fifteen minutes out,” John told her the moment she left the hospital, appearing above her wrist uninvited.  He didn’t ask redundant questions – how is he, how did the surgery go?  Like her, John had one priority – find out what happened, and make sure it wouldn’t happen again.  He probably already knew the answers to those questions, anyway. Kayo had long since accepted that the combination of Thunderbird Five and John Tracy was enough to terrorise anyone who knew the full extent of their reach, and that was before EOS entered the equation.

She didn’t know how much John saw, but she trusted that he saw enough, and that he ensured she knew everything she needed to.

Closer and faster, she got to the mountain first.

“Don’t land or leave Thunderbird Shadow until Virgil arrives,” John told her firmly.  Even if she didn’t know the Tracy’s personal history with avalanches, Kayo would have been wary.  As it was, she appreciated that their already fierce protectiveness was ramped up to the extreme in this environment and additional situation. She could handle this herself, but out of respect to a family that had never fully healed, she didn’t.

Instead, she had Thunderbird Shadow lazily circle the peak, keeping far enough away that her engines wouldn’t trigger another avalanche, and set the scanners going.  Immediately a signal jumped out at her, Thunderbird Shadow locating her buried sister.  That was where Scott and Gordon had been found; presumably, that was also where they and the HeliPod remains had landed.

She spiralled down lower, until she could see disturbed snow with her naked eye.  Tell-tale signs of something heavy on otherwise loose snow told her where Virgil had landed to retrieve them, with the hole he had melted leading down towards Thunderbird One’s signal.

Her brothers had been buried there.  She tightened her grip on the yoke.

“Thunderbird Shadow, I’m on final approach now,” Virgil said, his hologram appearing above her console. He looked tense, and she remembered John mentioning the family bear being unhappy with the return mission. That didn’t seem to have been an overstatement – in fact, from the look on his face it was almost certainly an understatement.

“F.A.B., Thunderbird Two,” she responded, turning her ship around to see the green craft appearing on the horizon.

“What’s our plan?” he asked her.  His voice was clipped; no, Virgil was not happy.

“I’ve already done a fly-by of the mountain.  No signs of anyone except our climbers,” she reported, scowling at the peak.  There had to be something.  There was no way Brains’ well-used invention would have exploded like that otherwise.  “I’ll keep looking, unless you need a hand with Thunderbird One?”

“Keep looking; I’ve got MAX with me for extra hands,” Virgil grunted.  “Brains also wants him to retrieve or at least scan the remains of the HeliPod once we’ve got Thunderbird One secure.”  Kayo rather suspected that Brains’ priority was less the Thunderbird and more the HeliPod, but said nothing.  There was a time and a place to poke an angry bear with a stick.  This was neither.  As long as they got all the information they needed, the order in which they gathered it probably wouldn’t matter.

“F.A.B., Virgil,” she said instead.  “I’ll leave Thunderbird Shadow hovering and-”

“No,” he interrupted. “Stay in that cockpit.”  The glare she got through the hologram told her that if she even tried to leave Thunderbird Shadow, she’d find herself plucked out of the air by a grappling cable.

She’d forgotten just how touchy Virgil could be when Scott was hospitalised.  Their brother’s hospitalisation, combined with their current location, had him entirely on edge.  If it was Scott, she’d have argued.  John could be dealt with via a ‘communications blackout’, while Gordon and Alan were straight-up ignorable as long as it wasn’t their speciality environments.

When Virgil was in this mood, it was best to just obey him no matter how much her instincts screamed that she’d get better information if she went EVA.

If push came to shove, she could always come back again later.

As it turned out, push did not come to shove.

Her circling remained fruitless all the while Virgil and MAX worked together to extract a battered Thunderbird One from the snow – it was a good thing Scott wasn’t there to see the damage the avalanche had inflicted on his precious ‘bird.  The side facing the downslope was near enough intact, but from the sky it was painfully obvious that the perfectly cylindrical shape of the main fuselage was no longer perfectly cylindrical.  The right wing was crooked and clearly wouldn’t be retracting into its sheath any time soon, and the side of the hull looked like it had been punched repeatedly by a giant.

There was a painful symmetry in how both the right side of Scott’s body and the right side of his bird were injured.  Kayo immediately decided not to dwell on that and watched from a hovering position higher up the mountain as the silver Thunderbird was hauled clear of the snow by her big green sister.

“MAX is scanning now,” Virgil told her after a moment.  “Is something wrong?  You’ve been hovering in the same place for a few minutes.”

“No, nothing’s wrong,” she assured him.  “Just-” An unwelcome thought struck her.  “Virgil, where were the climbers trapped?”

“You’re hovering right there,” he told her, and the unwelcome thought spread wings.

She was hovering here because it gave her a good view of the mountainside and the crash site.

Neither she nor John had found any evidence of anyone else anywhere near the mountain.

“Virgil, where did you drop off the climbers?”

“The hospital,” he shrugged. “Didn’t have a chance to check them over myself, and we were going there any- Kayo?”

Dammit.

She gunned the full throttle.

“Kayo?”  John had joined in again, and she caught a glimpse of Alan behind him.  When had John gone home?  “What’s going on?”

“Brains, once MAX is done scanning the HeliPod, have him scan the mountain immediately below where the climbers were rescued,” she ordered.

“W-What?  W-Why?”

“Think about it!  We’re not showing up evidence of anyone else, and the climbers could see everything in the valley from where they were,” she pointed out agitatedly.  “We were so busy looking for something else-”

“We forgot about the climbers,” Virgil finished, his face a dawning horror.

“Put me through to Grandma,” she told John.

“Already done,” he said, as the older woman appeared over her console.

“Dear, what’s going on?”

“Don’t leave Scott’s side, and don’t let anyone you don’t recognise in,” she said quickly, pushing her ‘bird to go faster.  Someone had tried to kill Scott and Gordon, and if she was right that same someone was in the hospital with a now unconscious Scott, whose only protection was his grandmother.  “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“You think they’ll try to finish the job?” Alan asked her, his voice small.  She’d forgotten he was with John.

“I’m not taking chances,” she replied grimly.  No point sugar-coating things at this point.  “John, my ETA’s two minutes; what’s EOS got from the security cameras?”

“Nothing yet,” he said, equally grim.  “But we’ll keep looking.”

“Let me know what you get,” she replied.  “Brains, what’s MAX found?”

“MAX is still w-working on the scans of t-the HeliPod,” he said somewhat apologetically.

“I’ve got Thunderbird Two scanning,” Virgil interjected.  If she’d thought he was angry earlier, now he was downright thunderous, not that she could blame him.  “You’re right, Kayo.  There’s something here that doesn’t look like it should be.”

He didn’t share the scan results with her, but John and Brains simultaneously let out noises that could almost be hisses.

“That’d do it, alright,” John muttered darkly.  “This whole mission was a trap.”

The hospital loomed in front of Kayo and she grit her teeth.

You should never have left Scott and Grandma alone in an unsecure hospital.  That was a rookie mistake, Tanusha Kyrano.

She just hoped it wasn’t a mistake that would cost a life.

Part 7

#sensorysunday #sensorysunday2020 #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds are go fanfiction #tsari writes fanfiction #kayo kyrano #virgil tracy #john tracy #brains #grandma tracy #MAX #alan tracy #scott tracy #eos #melt