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Hakuna matata, diesen Spruch sag' ich gern. Hakuna matata, gilt stets als modern. Es heißt, die Sorgen bleiben dir immer fern. Keiner nimmt uns die Philosophie. Hakuna matata!
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#Being a family means you are a part of something very wonderful. It means you will love and be loved for the rest of your life.#We are only the youngest part of our family & clan#DeSalvó Family#Valenzio Family#Turner Family#Family Clan
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Name: Chester Valenzió
Alter: 19 Jahre
Wesen: Dämon
Heimat: Palermo & Catania
Wohnort: New York, Amerika
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Familie
Familie: Sohn von Ruby Valenzió und Joel Mason Turner
Zwillingsbruder von Yuna DeSalvó.
Bruder von Ava, Ace, Aaron, Ethan, Asura und Hero Valenzio Turner
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Onkel von: Valentino Miller
Neffe von: Massimo, Camillo, Celine, Ariella und Killian DeSalvó.
Neffe von: Logen, Pandora, Noel, Cassandra, Kingston, Aiden, Bacchius, Ares, Dean, Luciana und Lucrezia Turner.
Cousin von: Alessio, Adrián, Amelia, Damian, Béle und Zephyr DeSalvó
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Enkel von Nathanael DeSalvó und Giulia Valenzió.
Enkel von Cole Turner und Caitlin Todd- Turner.
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Sucht ihr neue:
Schreiber ? Oder/und Acc Ideen? Familie ?
-Direkten Anschluss zu SEHR vielen Schreibern!
-große Familie aus vielen verschiedenen Familien.
-Smalltalk & Roman!
-Alle Genre vertretbar. Playen wie ihr es wollt ohne das Euch jemand reinredet!
-Übernatürliche und Menschliche Wesen ! (Die Meisten übernatürlich)
- Jede Altersklasse vertretbar.
- Vorgegebene bis Freie Accounts.
Turner, Valenzio/DeSalvo ( und paar Klein familien) - nach euren Wünschen können wir gemeinsam mit euch entscheiden was genau ihr wollt und zu euch passt.
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Fictober Day 2
Prompt: “People like you have no imagination.”
Fanfiction - Enderal
Warnings: Language
Leanara caught her balance for the third time that day. The strong wind and rumbling thunder foretold a storm which was doing its best to knock the small woman onto the stone street. A noble glared at her when she bumped him trying to descend the stairs to the South Quarter of Ark.
Another gust accompanied by heavy pellets of raid nearly sent her sprawling backwards into someone else behind her. Strong hands grabbed her arms from behind.
“You’re making quite a habit of falling down aren’t you?” She felt the rumble of Jespar's chuckle against her back.
“The first time you could have warned me,” she huffed as he straightened her at the bottom of the stairs. He wore his hood up from the rain but the silver bangs that stuck out where already soaked with the sudden downpour. Lea pulled her own hood though the damage had been done to her honey locks.
“You wound me my fair lady. How was I supposed to know pulling the lever wouldn’t open a door?”
She turned to face him, who had placed a hand over his heart in mock hurt. It didn’t stop the grin spreading on his face though. She stuck her tongue out at him. The crack of thunder sent them jogging for a shelter.
“Over here, quickly!” He pulled her to the closet building and shoved her inside.
“The, uh, art gallery?”
He paused, taking in their surroundings, “Well, I would have preferred the inn. Could use a drink...”
The “Lateral View”, as it was called, was surprisingly homey despite the many paintings adorning the walls. Several candles had been lit on tables and windowsills to combat the dark storm outside. From what they could see, there was a number of oddly disproportioned and abstract works. Lea couldn’t make heads or tails of where a person ended and a...chair? began in one of them.
She tugged on Jespar’s arm to have him look. “Hey, what do you think this-”
Loud voices cut off her reply. Or rather, one loud voice and another exasperated one attempting to soothe the former. There was no one else on the main floor; a set of stairs led to a loft. Lea and Jespar looked at each other then climbed the stairs to the source.
Erica Braveblood, the art gallery’s caretaker, was pinching the bridge of her nose and shaking her head. Gesticulating in front of her was an Aeterna man in rich, gaudy clothing. The clash of colors against his gold skin made Lea’s eyes cross.
Jespar snorted beside her. “That’s Prince Andreyu of Mith. Or so he calls himself.”
She knew. She had seen the posters plastered on stone walls of his performances at the Fat Leoran Inn. She’d past his pedestal on several occasions on her way to the Sun Temple and swore each time that the man was having a seizure. Plain words intermixed with hawking, guffawing and awkward moaning. Clearly, there was supposed to be some profound impact with his poetry. It mostly came off awkward and confusing. She even came across a book about him: Lyrical Gushes and Other Fluids: A Guide to Prince Mith’s Poems. She was an avid reader since coming to Enderal...but that was something she did not finish.
“I can’t tell you why people aren’t buying, just that they aren’t,” said Erica.
Mith sighed with an embellished hand wave, “I’ll tell you why. These commoners don’t know what it means to see true art! They flock to garbage like Jornas Schmied’s work! Besides, I don’t care about the money. This is the only decent place my work can be appreciated.”
Erica huffed in frustration, “I care about the money. You’re not the one trying to keep this business afloat.”
“Well that’s not my problem is it?”
“It will be if you don’t make something worth selling.”
“E-excuse me?!”
Jespar cleared his throat, “If it’s these weird paintings you’re talking about, I think Mydame is right in assuming they’re garbage.”
Lea choked on a laugh and covered her mouth, “Gods you’re terrible…”
Jespar looked rather pleased with himself to see the “artist” turn an unsavory shade of orange. Erica bit her lip to keep from grinning.
Mith eyed Jespar critically. “I don’t recall asking for your opinion mercenary. I swear, people like you have no imagination...” Prince Mith narrowed his eyes at Jespar who gazed back with a lopsided grin. “A brute like you would have no understanding of the high arts.”
“Maybe, since clearly an idiot like you doesn’t know the meaning of a business.”
Mith made a noise of disgust and shoved his way past Lea and Jespar.
Erica cleared her throat, “Thank you Mysir…”
“Jespar Dal’Varek. This is Leanara.”
Erica nodded to them, “I suppose a thanks is in order.”
“Thank the storm for that,” Lea replied, still smothering giggles.
“Wait,” Mith turned slowly from his mid-step on the stairs. He pointed to Jespar, “I’ve heard your name before. Dal’Varek.” He looked as if he tasted something foul.
Jespar’s grin faltered, “Uh, yes?“
He took a step towards them. “Was your father Damean Dal’Varek?”
“Yeees?” Suspicion laced his voice.
Mith’s lips curled into an indulgent smile, “Oh yes, I heard about him. He is infamous for his 1 to 11 verdict of nobleman Valenzio Duran. Or, he was.”
Lea felt her companion’s composure stiffen.
Sensing he hit a nerve, Mith continued in earnest, “It is a shame to have such a thing happen to a noble house. And an even bigger one for seeing one of its sole survivors debasing himself, if your leather rags are anything to go by. A lowly mercenary of debauchery. Really…what would the masses think?”
The trial was sure to be common knowledge among the nobles...but to openly sneer at the implications afterwards? She clenched her fists. Jespar told her what happened to his family. How they were slaughtered a week after the trial concluded with him and his sister as sole survivors. And now some moron who creates crap art was rubbing salt in an old wound. Gods, he even sounded artsy in his jab.
Jespar shrugged but no longer smiled. “I don’t give a fuck what they think. Past is past. No point dwelling on it.”
“Of course,” Mith clicked his tongue like a parent would to a misbehaved child, “Didn’t expect a fallen noble to understand the importance of roots. And clearly he has poor taste in company.” He turned to Lea with an upturned nose. “Mingling with foreigners.”
Jespar turned and inclined his head to Lea, “I think I’ll take my chances in the storm. Are you com-”
“That’s right, run away—“ Both were cut off by a fist to Mith’s jaw. Teeth clacked loudly together. Arms struck out for balance. The man let out a pathetic yelp when his ass hit the stone floor.
Jespar looked at Lea, blue eyes wide with surprise. Erica, who’d been silent in the ordeal, gaped at the small woman. Lea herself stood in front of Mith, fists clenched, yellow eyes narrowed.
“Wha-what…you. You touched me. You hit me!”
“I...I, yes. Yes I did.” She let the impulse of her action sink in. She just a hit a man for mocking her friend. Her hand buzzed with satisfaction.
“Excuse me?! You harlot! You wench! You wh--!” Mith’s shock turned to messy anger. Neatly combed hair fell in strings over his pretty eyes. A bruise bloomed over his golden skin. He yelped again when he was dragged to his feet. A strong hand gripped the poet’s forearm.
“Anything else? Go on, Prince. You weren’t shy before.” Jespar’s voice was low, blue eyes cold as steel.
“Unhand me you Pathless brute!”
Jespar shook him and hauled him forward with, probably, too much force. Mith went sprawling and fell forward on his face. His nose audibly cracked against the floor. A howl echoed in the gallery as blood leaked into the crevices.
Erica was next to move as she gingerly picked up the poet.
“I think that’s enough excitement for one day. And I’m sure he gets the point. Again, thank you both, I’ll take care of Mith.” Though she spoke in a brusque tone, she glanced back at the two with a grin. Mith’s pathetic moans were silenced once the two exited to a side room.
Lea let loose the breath she was holding. Jespar did the same. They looked at each other then burst into laughter.
“Well, so much drama! Quite a punch you have my fair lady!” Jespar put an arm around her shoulders. “You continue to surprise me. I don’t think my poor, bastard heart could take any more.”
“Well. You can be a serious person when you need to be.” She meant it as a jest but her voice softened still.
Jespar’s laugh died and he coughed. “Uh...only when I need to be. Not going to let my lady’s honor be slandered.”
“Or my treasure hunter’s honor.”
He gazed at her. She pointedly looked at the floor, face flushed.
“Still want that drink?” she squeaked, “I think the storm let up a little.”
“Of course.” A grin settled on his lips, easier this time. “Will I still count on you to pay for it?”
She playfully slapped his chest. They laughed again. He wouldn’t bring up the slander from Mith, not in its entirety, when they managed to get to the tavern. She wouldn’t mention his drinking to be heavier than usual when they were summoned to the Sun Temple the next day.
Although they both grinned when Prince Mith hurried past them, a scarf covering his broken nose.
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Valenzio Quartera is a 56-year-old man with widely metastatic prostate cancer. He is currently undergoing radiation therapy for bone metastasis. His wife died one year ago from breast cancer. He currently lives at home with his twin daughters, age
Valenzio Quartera is a 56-year-old man with widely metastatic prostate cancer. He is currently undergoing radiation therapy for bone metastasis. His wife died one year ago from breast cancer. He currently lives at home with his twin daughters, age
Valenzio Quartera is a 56-year-old man with widely metastatic prostate cancer. He is currently undergoing radiation therapy for bone metastasis. His wife died one year ago from breast cancer. He currently lives at home with his twin daughters, age
15 years. As you, the radiation oncology nurse, enter the treatment room, Mr. Quartera asks you, “Susie, you don’t think I’m going to die do you?”…
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Valenzio Quartera is a 56-year-old man with widely metastatic prostate cancer. He is currently undergoing radiation therapy for bone metastasis. His wife died one year ago from breast cancer. He curre
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Community Voice Response: March 27 eNewsletter
From the March 27, 2020, Numismatic News E-NewsLetter
Do you see opportunity or risk in the current declining spot metals prices?
Here are some answers sent in from our E-Newsletter readers.
Like other markets, it is for buying. Unfortunately, with reduced income, money goes to food and fuel. I’m glad I stocked up on silver some time back. I may have done better if I waited but I don’t feel too bad.
Steven B. Gray
Sylva, N.C.
Opportunity.
Dave Webb
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I definitely see this as a buying opportunity. I just haven’t found the right deals as of yet.
Al Valenzio
Address Withheld
I think that there is a risk involved here. With the flooding of paper monies to counter the pandemic, the value of many collectible coins is going to decrease in value. I think there will be a time when we will only be able to exchange our precious coin collection for items of need. I hope this is not true but it is possible.
Doug Fields
Laredo, Texas
Well, it looked good as silver was dropping like a fly though it might go below $12 an ounce. If it did, I would have bought 100 ounces but that was a short (blink of an eye) drop and recovery. The other issue was finding a dealer that has silver in stock. It appeared many were out and back-ordered. So much for the virus buyers!
Michael (Last name withheld)
Stuttgart, Germany
U.S. Army
I see a wonderful opportunity to buy gold and silver now. With the amount of debt piling up by our government (federal, state, and local), I see precious metals as a safe haven for when the dollar will become nearly worthless. Go out and buy!
Julio Nunes
Address Withheld
I would hold right now. No panic buying or selling!
Bill Zearfoss
via Facebook
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fun enderal hc: when jespar is about to attack valenzio, hes probably saying 'im sorry' to the prophet for seeing him die in front of their eyes :)
I'MGreat headcanon though but GOD MY HEART ENDERAL IS TOO HARD ON MY HUSBAND POOR JESPAR#about #enderal #jespar
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Sucht ihr neue:
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Familie ?
-Direkten Anschluss zu SEHR vielen Schreibern!
-große Familie aus vielen verschiedenen Familien.
-Smalltalk & Roman!
-Alle Genre vertretbar. Playen wie ihr es wollt ohne das Euch jemand reinredet!
-Übernatürliche und Menschliche Wesen ! (Die Meisten übernatürlich)
- Jede Altersklasse vertretbar.
- Vorgegebene bis Freie Accounts.
Turner, Valenzio/DeSalvo ( und paar Klein familien) - nach euren Wünschen können wir gemeinsam mit euch entscheiden was genau ihr wollt und zu euch passt.
Melden bei:
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#♐︎ ˑ ⸂ 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂! * beauty lies in the eye of the beholder.#[♾️] — 𝐑. 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. in the end it’s her and i. your in my veins
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Valenzio Quartera is a 56-year-old man with widely metastatic prostate cancer. He is currently undergoing radiation therapy for bone metastasis. His wife died one year ago from breast cancer. He currently lives at home with his twin daughters, age 15 years. As you, the radiation oncology nurse, enter the treatment room, Mr. Quartera asks you, “Susie, you don’t think I’m going to die do you?” “What would happen to my daughters if I die?” Discussion Questions: 1. How would you respond? 2. How would you address his concern about his daughters? 3. What would you recommend that he discuss with his daughters at this time? 4. What other members of the healthcare team would be appropriate to contact to help Mr. Quartera with his daughters?
Valenzio Quartera is a 56-year-old man with widely metastatic prostate cancer. He is currently undergoing radiation therapy for bone metastasis. His wife died one year ago from breast cancer. He currently lives at home with his twin daughters, age 15 years. As you, the radiation oncology nurse, enter the treatment room, Mr. Quartera asks you, “Susie, you don’t think I’m going to die do you?” “What would happen to my daughters if I die?” Discussion Questions: 1. How would you respond? 2. How would you address his concern about his daughters? 3. What would you recommend that he discuss with his daughters at this time? 4. What other members of the healthcare team would be appropriate to contact to help Mr. Quartera with his daughters?
Valenzio Quartera is a 56-year-old man with widely metastatic prostate cancer. He is currently undergoing radiation therapy for bone metastasis. His wife died one year ago from breast cancer. He currently lives at home with his twin daughters, age
15 years. As you, the radiation oncology nurse, enter the treatment room, Mr. Quartera asks you, “Susie, you don’t think I’m going to die do you?”…
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