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sometimestxt · 5 years

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For a Dead Girl

Fandom: Elsword Characters: Elesis (Crimson Avenger), Add (Diabolic Esper) Summary: And yet she still bleeds---because if her tears cannot amend her failures, then maybe her blood will.

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(He watched in silence as heads fell and her heart fell. It was all a mistake.) --- “Stop following me.”

“I’m not,” he says simply, because it’s the truth.

She stops in her tracks, turning to face the source of the voice. She is met with only the sight of the bare terrain, but it’s evident in her focused gaze that she can sense his presence hidden away by the cracks in the dimension. She grimaces, “Then what do you want? If you are inviting me to your pity party, I’m not interested.”

He cackles, “Then may I come to yours?”

“What do you want?” she demands again.

He drawls, “Demons, northwest; a kilometre ahead. Want me to kill them?”

Her eyes narrow. “Why?”

“They happen to be in my way as well.” He shrugs to himself.

There’s a pause.

“I’m not playing the distressed heroine in your self-satisfying story," she says with a frown. "Self-satisfying?” he echoes with a laugh. “If that were the case, neither of us would be here right now.”

“Then tell me again, why are you here right now?” She digs her claymore into the ground and he can hear her real question in the inflection of her voice. He can see her irritation grow with each passing second of silence, along with his desire to laugh in her face. “I’m a creature of the past, you could say,” he answers eventually.

She raises an eyebrow, muttering, “I’m surprised someone of your state could even recognize such a thing, let alone acknowledge it." “This? From you?” The corners of his lips quirk upwards. “That's hilarious.”

"I really don't want to hear this from you, either," she remarks. Picking her weapon up once more, she turns on her heels. "If this is all you wanted to say to me, I'm leaving." The air crackles and he alights in front of her with a smirk. "My offer still stands, you know." "And my answer still applies." She scowls, sidestepping his still figure. "You are being questionably insistent." He lets her stride away from him, listening to the distinct sound of her heels digging into the dried soil. She doesn't even spare him a glance once he speaks, “Well, you would always say that two heads were better than one. And one of those heads happens to be mine, so isn't it obvious?”

"No, I've never said such a thing to you," she denies without missing a beat. "I don't need your help---any help." “Are you afraid?" He steps on his dynamos, slowly trailing behind the swordswoman. "That I wouldn’t have your back?”

That you'll fail again? He sees her shoulders tense and the grip on the hilt of her claymore tighten. “There is nothing for me to be afraid of; I can handle myself.”

"Regardless, I am heading in that direction anyway," he points out with a chuckle. "You're rather conceited to think that I'm following you." She simply scoffs in response and he smirks; the air fills with the quiet whirring of his machinery. (She never said it aloud, but he could always read the “I trust you” in her eyes.

And maybe it was enough.)

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Her blood pours, coagulating around her claymore and transforming it into a heavy blade. Her stance shifts and she readies the sword sheathed in blood. The monsters surround her with seemingly no end in sight. From above, he sees the last of the creatures tucked away at the edge of the wide forest. They've come across a demon nest, he supposes. She charges into the mob, unfazed by the hundreds of eyes that watch her hungrily nor the claws that bare at her threateningly. But she's incredibly slow. Each slash is easily followed by his eyes and demons fall one-by-one, not by the tens or the hundreds she's surely capable of. He's almost disappointed. Still, she pushes through the crowd and the only blood that surrounds her are those of the monsters, her own becoming a strength she utilizes. Her pace slowly picks up and the army of demons continues to dwindle. But it's not worth his time, his precious time. So he descends, demolishing the forest in a flash of purple. Her eyes meet his and he grins. ("If you ever want to talk about it, I'm always here to listen," she offered. "Or anyone else, really." How incredibly righteous of her. He glanced in her direction and she seemed to be treading carefully around the subject. "You're a part of our team," she continued. "We fight together but we also stick together and support each other, you know?" She smiled. "I think there's a strength in numbers. Not just physical, either. There's a strength you get from caring about someone, or having someone care about you." He vehemently disagreed, because--- She wouldn't understand.) --- "Who is following whom now?" He sets his machinery to rest and watches as the blood knight jogs towards him. He doesn't know for how long, but she has been tracing his path. He looks behind her figure and the fallen trees of the last battle are too far to be seen with the naked eye. “You,” she breathes, catching up to his still figure, “have figured it out now, haven’t you?”

"Figured out what?" he repeats dryly. "Back then, against the demons; your eyes turned black," she continues, her own eyes flickering between burnt gold and deep crimson. "You can time travel now, can't you? You can go back to the past?" "Why are you asking questions you already know the answers to?" he mutters. "Then Eve is---" "---Completely fine," he interrupts. He still keeps track of her; he's well aware of her status. "It's all my own power, you know? Her codes wouldn't make a difference." "Take me back," she says suddenly, moving a step towards him. "What?" He unconsciously draws away, gaze wary. "Take me back to that battle," she demands. "You can do that, can't you?" The words process in his mind and he finds himself grinning. "It's really a matter of if I want to, not if I can," he answers with a shrug. "And I don't want to." She looks at him, the lack of surprise in his answer clear on her facial features. It's a nuisance, he thinks, her desires.

But he lets her talk, lets her want, lets her believe. He will humour her as much as she humours him. "In that case," she murmurs, eyes thoughtful and sword raised, "I will force you." He blinks and he can't stop the laughter that bubbles into his voice, "Are you threatening me?" She shakes her head lightly, directing her gaze to his weaponry. "Your dynamos, mainly." Which is enough of a threat, he knows. She knows. "Fine," he snickers and his sclera darken. "I haven't had a good fight in a while, anyway. I'd love to kill you." ("What? I do have some regrets," she contemplated aloud. "I would've liked to be with Elsword more, and there are definitely different strategies I should've used in battle to spare some bloodshed. "I can't change my past, though," she said, turning to face him. "But at the very least, I can change my future." He stared at her and she chuckled nervously. "Dwelling on it isn't going to make a difference, is it?" "I'm going to make the difference," he gritted, and this time it was her turn to stare as he stalked away with those words. She spoke like she knew everything and it infuriated him because she couldn't understand wanting to change the past.) ---

She dashes forwards and she is fast, much faster than she was against the demons. She was holding back, he thinks, and he smiles. Her blade swipes at one of his dynamos and he dodges the slash with a second to spare. His dynamos shift into formation behind him and she readies her stance in anticipation. The air around her warps, but she quickly pulls away from the sparks that surround her. She holds her claymore close, effectively acting as a shield against his attacks. Good. He will have fun bringing her down to her knees. She will spill blood not of her own volition. He disappears for a second, emerging from a spatial rift behind her figure and striking. She takes the brunt of the attack, allowing her blood to pour as she counters his next move. She jumps away from him then to give time for her wound to close and the blood to empower her sword. "How pitiful it is, your suffering," he says as she maneuvers between the flashes his dynamos shoot out. "Can we really call it that?" Because suffering is losing everything; suffering is failing again and again, with no end in sight; suffering is being this close to saving the lost boy of his past yet still crashing into the lies the world creates, no matter what he does, over and over and over and--- “You.” She presses up against him suddenly, eyes flashing with anger. Her sword is raised dangerously close to his neck. “You are not the only one that has lost their family.”

He stills at those words and his face contorts into a vicious sneer. She says it like she fucking understands. As if. He swallows, testing the distance between his throat and her weapon. It's just barely enough, but what is a little cut compared to a few words that will break her? "Oh? Your brother?" he hisses. "Elsword's finally kicked the bucket, has he? About damn time!" “No!” she screams, and it’s the most emotion he has heard in her voice, seen on her face, since the day he met her so many worlds ago. “Elsword is fine! Elsword is---" She stops herself. "Please, Add," her voice cracks and she backs away from him. Her sword falls from her hands, barely missing their feet as it hits the ground with a sharp thud. "The Red Knights were my family." He hesitates, because he doesn't remember the last time he's heard his name and it sounds so foreign and completely wrong in her broken voice. Still, he feels a wide grin form on his face; there's a sweet satisfaction in watching the former, oh so great Red-Haired Knight grovelling at his feet, sounding very much like a heroine in distress. He laughs, "I thought you didn't want to be in my self-satisfying story." She doesn't say anything and he laughs again, loud, because she knows it just as well as he does---it's her story. (She was composed, always stood with her back too straight and spoke in a voice too controlled, too mature for a girl of her age.

“I have to,” she said to him, but the words sounded more like self-assurance. “For my Red Knights. For Elsword.”)

--- She watches quietly as the numbers turn in his head and his dynamos work through complex formulations. "Space-and-time coordinates," he supplements and she nods in pseudo-understanding. His machines hover around him and he brings one close, inputting something into the system. The atmosphere stills, suddenly suffocating, before thundering and splitting into a purple mass. He strides into the newly-formed dimensional crack and she follows silently. It's dark, until it's not---the air is heavy with smoke and tinted with the smell of iron. It's a massacre. Flames burn across the field, the once vast expanse of greenery now nothing but ashes. He sees limbs, both human and monstrous, but what really catches his eyes are the demons themselves, feeding on the remaining corpses of the soldiers. Her soldiers. And in the midst of it all, a distinct shade of red stands, trembling. She turns to him then, her expression surprisingly neutral. "This isn't it. This isn't my past." Her eyes flicker over the aftermath of the battle and her breath catches in her throat. Voice quiet, she corrects herself, "It is. But not mine." He raises an eyebrow. "There are parallel universes. Calculating the exact coordinates to your past could take years. Time I wouldn't waste on you." "I don't care." She angles her sword at him once more, eyes narrowing. He chuckles. "No, of course you don't." (She swept in, looking much too heroic and competent and exactly not what he needed at the moment, but she was already there and, well, he wouldn't deny some back-up in the midst of a battle. As completely and utterly unnecessary as it was, really. "You may not play well with others," she said between parries, breath heavy, "but I do.") ---

Once they descend into another timeline, she immediately readies her blade. Her claymore thickens with blood and she rushes into the mob of demons occupying the area. She is even stronger than she was against him, he duly notes; both her speed and raw power are visibly enhanced. In his peripheral, he sees an army of soldiers marching towards the battlefield. She seems to sense their appearance as well; her movements quicken against the monsters in response. The demons continue to surround her, but she doesn't allow them to overwhelm her. No, her attacks against them seem only to be filled with more vitriol and strength. He supposes she has to work fast to avoid being seen by the Red Knights. Despite her efficiency, the demons continue to emerge from their nests and hiding places, offsetting any real progress. The knights enter the area, their screams and cries soon resounding throughout the field. And the blood, all the blood; the blood is theirs, hers, not the enemies'. But she continues forth with a renewed fire in her eyes, eyes that had been so dull, dull, dull mere moments ago. She continues forth, bathed in a familiar crimson. He knows that she won't last much longer at the rate that she's spilling her own blood. He lets out a sigh. The ground crumbles beneath her, catching her in another world before she can bleed herself completely dry. (He had forgotten what love looked like. But he saw it in their eyes, the way each and every one of them looked at one another like they would throw away their own lives for their friends in a heartbeat. And he knew they would. It made him sick to the stomach. She pulled away from her brother, turning to face him as she asked in a much too chipper voice, "Hey, your family---do you have any siblings?" "No," he snapped, and he immediately regretted it. He said too much. "Oh," she breathed. "I'm sorry." And she sounded sorry, too---it was revolting.) --- She falls gracelessly onto the ground and coughs, "Why did you do that? I was close, I was going to---" "You're bleeding all over me," he interjects, voice filled with disgust. "I had to," she scowls. She tries to stand, arm clutched around her torso and skin pale, but stumbles back down to her knees. The numerous cuts on her skin remain open and it's clear that she's lost control over the amount of blood she's used to fight. He echoes, "It isn't even your past." She opens her mouth to retort but quickly closes it, eyes downcast, then a whisper: "I don't care." How utterly selfish all of this is, he thinks. Her. Suddenly a voice fills the field, strong, "Red Knights---we have trained and fought together for the very reason we are gathered here today: to be the strength for those who are not able to raise their arms in battle. Today, we will be able to protect Feita and all those who reside within the village. Let us fight, my Red Knights! For great justice!" A chorus of cheers follow, admiring the woman that stands before them. Clad in fine, scarlet-coloured armour, she holds her head up high as she acknowledges her army. "Onward, to a brighter future!" the commanding voice booms. "A brighter future!" the crowd echoes. The atmosphere is different from the past two iterations as the knights charge forwards, led by their confident captain. He glances to the side and sees her watching the events unfold in silence. The battle rages on without her, yet it's undoubtedly a successful campaign; the soldiers are tactful and the demons dwindle in number until the remaining monsters have no choice but to retreat. It's an overwhelming victory for the Red Knights. He looks at her again, and it’s the first time he’s seen her cry.

Clenching her fist, her claymore falls to the ground by her feet. The blood from her previous fight still looks fresh on her skin. "If I just bleed---my blood, I'll give it all away," she whispers shakily. "I'll exchange it all for their lives." Ah, there it is: her disgusting righteousness. Years ago, he would have disagreed with her, he thinks. Because, objectively, her life was worth so much more than theirs (she was poised, diplomatic, strong). But looking at her now, as tear-stained as she is blood-stained, he doesn't think he can say the same about the Fallen Knight. (”Smiling is all you can do sometimes,” she commented, laughing humourlessly. The blood cascaded down her arms, heavy droplets falling from her fingertips and forming a pool of blood by her feet.)

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She doesn't move. She lies on the desert ground of their world, quiet. She stopped crying the moment they returned. "Elesis," he says, and her name tastes wrong---different---on his tongue. She looks up at the sound of her name, the long-forgotten syllables. Slowly, she shifts into an upright sitting position. Her fingers brush the fabric of her clothes, ripped and stained with dirt. "Are you satisfied?" he asks, pausing to let her speak. She doesn't. There's a vileness in his voice that he knows she hears, but she doesn't react, doesn't flinch. "It's what you wanted to see, wasn't it?" She doesn't say anything still, and she doesn't have to because it's obvious she wanted to see herself there, leading her knights to victory, having the strength to change the past, smiling and laughing without a care, feeling the warmth of his mother's embrace--- “What did you see?” she says in a voice so quiet, the wind almost masks her words. "You knew it would be like this, didn't you? What was it that you saw when you tried to change the past?" He blinks, taken aback slightly by her question. He contemplates for a moment before relenting, “The same as you. A better future.”

He corrects himself, "A better past." "I see." Her tone is soft and there's a hint of a smile on her lips. Then after a moment's silence, calm, "Why haven't you killed me yet?" He notices her sliding closer with those words. So he takes a step back as he answers, "I said I was a creature of the past, didn't I?" "That's not a reason," she immediately returns. Crossing her legs, she moves her hands to skim over a fresh cut on her calf. "Nostalgia, I suppose," he supplements and she looks up at him, unimpressed with the synonymous answer. Then he laughs, "There's no fun in killing someone who wants to die." She blinks, chuckling in return. "No, there isn't." And somehow, he's satisfied. Because he will destroy everything, those that have wronged him and those that have not, and maybe she will too. And somehow, that's satisfying. ("What are you doing?" she demanded. "You can't just tail us the entire time." "Huh? What're you talking about?" he scoffed, gaze sharp. She rolled her eyes. "You know what I'm talking about---we're a team now. And we fight together as a team." "I don't play well with others," he growled. She crossed her arms against her chest. "Life's not a game." "Well, that's where we differ, isn't it?" he cackled. "Because when---when they're begging, when I'm what stands between life and death---it feels an awful lot like I'm winning at something." Shock filled her face and he only laughed louder. No matter what she said, no matter what she believed in---he was going to take each win as his own, because the fates had dealt him a bad hand.) ---

“I’m going.” With those words, she stands, glancing in his direction. Her injuries have slowly started to heal, he casually observes. “Where?” the word tumbles out of his mouth. She tilts her head slightly, allowing her hair to spill over her shoulders. “You know where.”

He simply shrugs in response.

“You can come,” she offers, turning away from his figure.

“Are you finally inviting me to your pity party?” he asks, stepping in line with her.

She looks at him then, and for the first time since he’s spoken to her in this darkened world, he sees something familiar in her eyes; he sees words he hasn't read in an eternity. Smiling wryly, she murmurs, “You crashed it long ago.” (She accepted him with an outstretched hand, open and friendly, yet her eyes were cautious and wary.

“You’ll join us, then?”

And he laughed, because it was a huge mistake.)

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a/n: omg I wrote this 2 years ago and meant to post it here but I never did even though it was in my drafts the entire time ... so I guess I am now lmao. forget everything u know about 3rd jobs,, And because this became kind of convoluted, the scenes in parenthesis are reverse-chronological jsyk. yes, I knew what I was doing with the tenses. /quietly recommends a re-read. Music insp. The original title for this was actually Camlann, in reference to the Arthurian legends.

#elsword #elesis #add #crimson avenger #diabolic esper #fanfic #not really intended to be shippy #but it can be if you want it to be #but also remember when ppl used to ship this #they're a rad concept ngl

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elflike · 6 years

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the definition of good intentions, i got the dynamo of volition

#eddie #GOD ITS BEEN A BIT HUH #i've missed art so much #i've missed painting #i've missed painting eddie #best girl forever and ever and ever #my art

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weaponsandammunitions1 · 2 years

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Rifle Ammunition For Sale | Buying Guide

Terms like containing, jacket, concave point, core, quality and grain represent a new language for new gun possessors. This leaves numerous to wonder what all this means. Samples of these questions What's a covering and why does it count? What’s a jacket? What's a concave point good for? Are there characteristics that make some rounds better for tone- defense and others more applicable for the range? What does a quality represent? What's “ grain”?

So, you have your gun. But do you have ammo? Rifle Ammunition For Sale If not, what kind do you need?

The answers to these questions are important for the dynamo proprietor trying to determine what the correct security for their conditions is. In an trouble to help new dynamo possessors navigate the crowded ammo business and opt the correct security, I present to you the basics of dynamo ammo. Let’s progeny started!

Deconstruction of the Dynamo Cartridge

“ Cartridge” is the term used to describe the entire round, which has two major factors — a covering and a pellet. The covering is the hard substance face of the round that holds the pellet, manual, and cream together. The most common type of substance used for coverings is brass, but some are aluminum and others are brand.

Ammo product is a sophisticated process with numerous complex factors involved. Image Federal

The “ pellet” is a gunshot generally made of lead, occasionally bull, or a combination of lead and other substances. The manual, an indirect piece of substance at the reverse of the covering, is struck by the dynamo’s blasting leg and produces a small spark that ignites the cream ( i.e. energy). This forces the pellet out the barrel and downrange while the covering is ejected from the arm as the slide cycles under blench.

The dynamo’s blasting leg is used to strike either the center of the cartridge to burn the manual, hence the designation as centerfire ammo (with “ rimfires” like.22, the blasting leg strikes the verge of the case). In a centerfire cartridge (e.g. 9 mm), the manual is located in the center of the covering and in a rimfire (e.g. 22LR) the manual is contained in the verge of the covering.

A centerfire cartridge, like this Black Hills Honey Badger 9 mm, features a manual in the center of the hinder face of the cartridge case.

Dynamo Ammo Coverings

Dynamo ammo coverings are generally available in brass, aluminum and brand. The most common substance used for coverings is brass due to its capability to expand under pressure in the chamber without compromising the integrity of the cartridge. Brass tends to bring further than aluminum or brand because its price is rested upon the cost of bull.

Coverings can be made from a range of paraphernalia, similar as nickel-plated brass as shown also. Image Civil

Brass is also truly suitable to reloading. Charges with an aluminum covering are less precious than brass but aren't ideal for reloading. Aluminum is a great choice for a day at the range for the shooter with no interest in reloading their spent coverings. Steel-boxed ammo is also a cheaper volition to brass. Steel cases are also not suited to reloading.

Aluminum coverings ( left) are great for affordable range ammo, but brass coverings ( right) are better for reloading.

FMJvs. JHP

When it comes to protective rounds versus training rounds, a primary determinant is whether it's a full substance jacket (FMJ) or jacketed concave point (JHP). A FMJ round features a soft substance core, generally lead, girdled by a “ jacket” of hard substance, generally bull. This security is a good choice for a day at the range due to its affordability and vacuity. The FMJ, on the other hand, isn't ideal for tone- defense due to its lack of expansion when striking a target.

A jacketed concave point (like this Federal Punch ammo) is designed to expand on impact. Image Federal

A jacketed concave point gunshot features a conspicuous opening in the middle of the “ mouth” of the pellet that exposes the soft substance core, while still having a hard substance jacket on the face. This opening allows the round to expand inside the intended target. This design serves two purposes; it creates a lower impact against the target and slows the gunshot down upon entering the target, helping help overpenetration.

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refractallize · 6 years

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Fun little tag game

Tagged by: @circlegay

ARTIST/BAND - Jason Mraz

WHAT’S YOUR GENDER? - Geek in the Pink

HOW DO YOU FEEL? - Dynamo of Volition

IF YOU COULD GO ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD YOU GO? - 93 Million Miles

FAVE MODE OF TRANSPORTATION? - Halfway Home

YOUR BEST FRIEND - Song for a Friend

FAVE TIME OF DAY - Little You and I

IF YOUR LIFE WAS A TV SHOW WHAT WOULD IT BE CALLED - Details in the Fabric

RELATIONSHIP STATUS - After an Afternoon

YOUR FEAR - A Beautiful Mess

Tagging- no one, too much of a n00b *sweats*

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daggerousedges · 3 years

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I'm the dynamo of volition🙌🏼 (at Paramaribo, Suriname) https://www.instagram.com/p/CCCIluaFK57/?igshid=1ute5qyi0v6b

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uneminuteparseconde · 6 years

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Des concerts à Paris et autour

Janvier 22. Don Vito + Le Singe blanc – Supersonic (gratuit) 23. EMA (City Slang) + Chicaloyoh + Heliums – Supersonic (gratuit) 23. Uriel Barthélémi (Biennale Nemo) – Le Générateur (Gentilly) 24. Mouse on Mars – Petit Bain ||REPORTÉ|| 24. eRikm : cinéconcert sur "Le Candidat" de Gérard Belkin + live (fest. du film sur l'art) – Auditorium du Louvre 24. Mondkopf – Le Bal ||COMPLET|| 24>26. Sébastien Roux : musique pour "Only One of Many" de DD Dorvillier – Centre Pompidou 25. Ligovskoï – galerie Almine Rech (gratuit) 25. Age Eternal + Ellah A. Thaun + RA – Espace B 25. Emmanuelle Parrenin & Tomoko Sauvage – La Ferme du Buisson (Noisiel) 25. A. C. Hello + Jac Berrocal + Jean-Noël Cognard + Richard Comte + Lèche-moi + Guillaume Loizillon + Patrick Müller + Thierry Müller + Laurent Saïet – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 26. La Chatte + Infecticide + Casse Gueule + Tonerre + Fumo Nero + Badbad – Supersonic (gratuit) 26. Knud Viktor : "Image X" (Semaine du son) – Maison du Danemark (gratuit) 26. Alex Augier + Paul Jebanasam & Tarik Barri + Daniele Ghisi + Rune Clerup + Alexander Schubert (Biennale Nemo) – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 26. Aufgang + Marc Melià + Domotic + Chamberlain – La Maroquinerie 26. Parquet Courts + A. Savage – Pop-Up du label 26. Mamiedaragon + Rühland + Bâton XXL + Pigeon – Treize 26. Heliogabale + Helas + Saurien + Little Jimi + 250gti + Uzhur + FLU + Team PC – La Station 26. Violent quand on aime + Aux-Lang + C_Folder_Unfinished + Silvaticus + Oleksander – Carbone 17 (Aubervilliers) 26. Emmanuelle Parrenin & Tomoko Sauvage – La Ferme du Buisson (Noisiel) 26. Oxyd b2b Gigsta + Exal b2b Calcuta + Théo Muller b2b MMPP – La Rotonde 26. Chloé + Sutja Gutiérrez– Gaîté lyrique ||COMPLET|| 27. Les Tigres du futur + Moonrite + Casio judiciaire – Supersonic (gratuit) 27. Wyatt E. + Dragunov + Brusque – L'International (gratuit) 27. eddie 135 + Casse Gueule – Silencio (gratuit sur résa) 27. Disposition Matrix + Bug + ZB Aids + Roger MPR – La Pointe Lafayette 28. Knud Viktor : "Image IV" (Semaine du son) – Maison du Danemark (gratuit) 30. Ire Ensemble jouent "Grand Bruit" de C. Zanési, "Bestia" de K. T. Toeplitz & F. Vigroux et "Eon" d'I. Dumitrescu – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 30/31. Pierre-Yves Macé & Joris Lacoste (festival d'Automne) – L'Apostrophe (Cergy-Pontoise) 31. Sydney Valette + IV Horsemen + Qual – Point FMR 31. Doplereffekt & AntiVJ : "Entropy" (Biennale Nemo) – L'Avant-Seine (Colombes) ||ANNULÉ||

Février 01. Volition Immanent + Crave + Deeat Palace + NGZ – Petit Bain 02. Orval Carlos Sibelius + Camilla Sparksss + Balladur + Radar Men from the Moon + Le Groupe obscur – Supersonic (gratuit) 02. Black Zone Myth Chant + Low Jack + Equinoxx ft. Shanique Marie + DJ Lycox + Clara! – Petit Bain 02. Zombie Zombie + Jonathan Fitoussi & Clémens Hourriere – Palais de la Porte doré 02. Candie Hank + Rebeka Warrior + Retrigger + Front de cadeaux + Mr Marcaille + Wr2old + Sinead O'Connick JR – Micadanses 02. Uriel Barthélémi, Gaspar Claus & Maude Trudet (Biennale Nemo) – Le Générateur (Gentilly) 02. Faire + Schlasss – La Clef (Saint-Germain-en-Laye) 03. James Ginzburg & MFO + Roly Porter & MFO + Emptyset (Biennale Nemo) – Gaîté lyrique 03. Pop1280 + Last Night – Le Klub 03. L'autopsie a révélé que la mort était due à l'autopsie + Couloir Gang + La Petite Paire des peuples + Romain Perrot & Arnaud Rivière – tbc 03. Cabaret contemporain + Étienne Jaumet – Théâtre de Vanves 03. Frustration + Crisis – Petit Bain ||COMPLET|| 03. Nils Frahms – Yoyo|Palais de Tokyo ||COMPLET|| 05. MGMT – La Cigale 05/06. Ballaké Cossoko – Fondation Cartier 07. Lust for Youth + Dune Messiah + Drab Majesty (fest. How to love) – Petit Bain 08. Knud Viktor : "Image VI & IX" (Semaine du son) – Maison du Danemark (gratuit) 08. Delacave + Notre-Dame-des-Lourdes + MeDonner – La Station 09. Knud Viktor : "Image IX & X" (Semaine du son) – Maison du Danemark (gratuit) 09. Froe Char – Le Klub 09. Acid Arab + Puzupuzu + Zozo – La Machine 09. Croisières Dolori + France sauvage + Cantenac Dagar – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 09. Scalamerya + 9999999999 + Öspiel + Irenee S – Glazart 10. John Zorn – Auditorium|Maison de la radio 10. Vacarme + Barbara Carlotti + Stranded Horses + Flavien Berger + Rone – Théâtre de Vanves 10. Trentmøller (dj) + Sonns + Remain – Nuits fauves 10. AZF – La Machine 11. Lydia Lunch & Weasel Walter – Supersonic 13. Bisou de Saddam + Pierre & Bastien + Skate Gang – Olympic café 14. The Soft Moon + Sarin – Trabendo 15. Is a Fish + On lâche les chiens + Sgt Buck – Le Petit Balcon 15. Franck Vigroux & Laurent Gaudé : "Le Chant des ombres" – L'Ecam (Le Kremlin-Bicêtre) 16. Thalia Zedek – Le Chair de poule (gratuit) 16. Circuit des yeux + TALsounds – Espace B 16. Deux Boules vanille + FM Aether + Host Stewart + Ankle Stress – Olympic café 16. Radian + David Rothenberg & Scanner (Biennale Nemo) – La Dynamo (Pantin) 16. Sly & the Family Drone + Stef Ketteringham – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 17. Simple Minds – Salle Pleyel 17. Fusiller + Eindkrak + Constant Calvaire + Humbros + Jules Roze + UVB 76 – Supersonic 19. Son Lux – La Cigale 19. Andrew Hung (Fuck Buttons) – Olympic café 19. Carlton Melton + Besoin Dead – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 20. Autobahn – Supersonic (gratuit) 20. Maggot Heart + Reveal + Plomb + End of Mankind – Le Klub 21. Thalia Zedek + Damon & Naomi – Olympic café 23. Lee Ranaldo + Santiago – La Maroquinerie 23. Chloé – A la folie 23. Dopplereffekt + La Corde + Marion Guillet – La Java 23. Shifted + SNTS + Nozen – Nuits fauves 24. Omar Souleyman – Yoyo|Palais de Tokyo 25. The Sonics – La Maroquinerie 25. The Monochrome Set + Jaromil Sabor – Supersonic 27. The Charlatans – La Maroquinerie

Mars 01. The Pains of Being Pure at Heart – Petit Bain 01. Alessandro Bosetti + Lionel Marchetti – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 02. Aquaserge + Orval Carlos Sibelius + La Mirastella – Petit Bain 02. Vale Poher + Titus d'Enfer – Centre Pompidou 02. Sister Iodine + CIA débutante + Kill TM (Unglee Izi, Zofie Taueber, Romain Perrot, Kasper Toeplitz, Gaël Angelis & Andy Bolus) – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 03. Sister Iodine + Jean-Philippe Gross & Jérôme Noetinger + Hit & Run (Valérie Smith & Clatk Gable) + Jean-Marc Foussat – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 05. IAMX – La Machine 07. Les Troupes de l'imaginaire (fest. Sonic Protest) – Médiathèque musicale (gratuit) 07. Franck Vigroux & Antoine Schmitt – Centre Pompidou 07/08. Ryuchi Sakamoto & Shiro Takatani (Dumb Type) : "Dis.Play" – Maison de la Culture du Japon 08. Molecule – Elysée Montmartre 08. Trevos Wishart + Davide Tidoni (fest. Sonic Protest) – Théâtre de Vanves 09. Bretzel Göring + Kollektiv Barner 16 + Mohamed Lamouri (fest. Sonic Protest) – Centre Barbara-FGO 10. Wild Classical Music Ensemble + Dolly Rambo + DNA,AND feat. Ogrob (fest. Sonic Protest) – Centre Barbara-FGO 14. Balmorhea + Martyn Heyne – Point FMR 15. Arto Lindsay + Seijiro Murayama & Thomas Brinkmann + Masami Kawaguchi (fest. Sonic Protest) – Eglise Sant-Merry 15. Maud Geffray & Lavinia Meijer jouent Philip Glass (fest. Paris Music) – Eglise Saint-Eustache 15. Esmerine – Point FMR 16. The Altered Hours – Supersonic (gratuit) 16. Morton Subotnick, Alec Empire & Lillevan + Kevin Drumm (fest. Sonic Protest) – Eglise Saint-Merry 16. Virginie Despentes & Zëro + Dream Wife + The Pack AD + La Pietà + Léonie Pernet (fest. Les femmes s'en mêlent) – La Machine 17. Maher Shalal Hash Baz + Mick Harris aka Fret + Russell Haswell + ZB Aids + Paddy Steer + Thomas Tilly + Terrine + Satan (fest. Sonic Protest) – L'Echangeur (Bagnolet) 19. Koban – Supersonic (gratuit) 19. Fever Ray – Olympia 23. PurForm + TRDLX (Biennale Nemo) – Grande Halle de La Villette 23. Pierre Henry (diff.) + Anabelle Playe + John Chantler + Bill Orcutt + Anthony Child (Présences électronique) (Présences électronique) – Maison de la radio|Studio 104 23. Hey Colossus + Grey Hairs – Espace B 23. Delacave – Supersonic 23. Zombie Zombie – Le Plan (Ris-Orangis) 24. Alva Noto & Anne-James Chaton : Alphabet (Biennale Nemo) – Grande Halle de La Villette 24. Else Marie Pade + :such: + Bellows + Phonophani + The Caretaker (Présences électronique) – Maison de la radio|Studio 104 24. Youth Code + Carpenter Brut – Olympia 24. Jessica93 + JC Satàn – La Clef (Saint-Germain-en-Laye) 25. Jacques Lejeune + Chris Corsano + Ben Vida & Marina Rosenfeld + Mads Emil Nielsen + Gravetemple (Présences électronique) – Maison de la radio|Studio 104 29. Drame + Le réveil des tropiques – Centre Barbara-FGO

Avril 04. Suuns – Elysée Montmartre 05. UUUU – Espace B 05. Dance with the Dead + Christine + Mlada Fronta + Confrontational + Midnight Danger – Gibus 06. Whispering Sons + The Gurur Guru & Le Prince Harry – Supersonic 11. JC Satàn – La Maroquinerie 13. DJ Krush – La Bellevilloise 14. Dominique a – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 15. Dominique a – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 18. Chrysta Bell – La Maroquinerie 19. Christian Death + Punish Yourself + Volker – La Machine 20. Idles – Trabendo 20. Die Selektion – Supersonic 21. Igorrr – Trabendo 21. Yan Wagner + Tristesse contemporaine (fest. Clap Your Hands) – Café de la danse 26. Ought – La Maroquinerie 26. Wrekmeister Harmonies – Espace B 28. She Past Away + Lebanon Hanover + Selofan – La Machine 28. Arcade Fire – Bercy Arena 28. Rhys Chatham + Krikor Kouchian + Chloé & Vassilena Serafimova – Centre Pompidou 30. Koudlam + Bajram Bili + Pointe du lac – La Maroquinerie 30. Iron Fist of The Sun + Am Not + Kevlar + Kontinent – tba

Mai 07. Iceage – Petit Bain 19. Yo La Tengo – Cabaret sauvage 23/24. Otomo Yoshihide – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 23>27. Marquis de Sade + Deerhunter + Flat Worms + Kate NV + Tzusing + Midnight Sister (Villette sonique) – tba 24. HMLTD – Petit Bain 30. John Maus (Villette sonique) – tba

Juin 03. Björk + Beck + Jamie XX + King Krule + Father John Misty... (fest. We Love Green) – Bois de Vincennes 09. Trisomie 21 – La Maroquinerie 14. Ty Segall & The Freedom Band – Bataclan 22. Modern Life Is War + Cro Mags – Petit Bain

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