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enchanting-jewel · 9 months

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Super Easy Money Bowl Tutorial:

You are welcome to swap out some of the ingredients with anything else you feel is money or abundance attracting or calls to you. A few suggestions are:

Alfalfa… quick witch tip: store some in your cabinet so you never go hungry!

Basil… if you’re trying to attract money for your business

Blackberry… leaves and berries attract wealth

Blue violet… for good fortune

Buckeye… good luck and attracts money and wealth

Clover… luck and attracting money

Comfrey… use the root for money

Dill… money and luck

High John… obtaining success, to win at gambling, luck and money

Irish Moss… luck herb, gamblers herb and ensures a steady flow of money

Jasmine… draws wealth and money

Jezebel root… money and achievement

Job’s tears… attracts luck, wishes and money

Lo John… money, success and luck

Mandrake… prosperity

Mint… draws in customers into a business, brings wealth and prosperity if you rub it on money

Nutmeg… attracts prosperity, brings luck, and money

Oak moss… luck and money

Oat straw… draws in money

Patchouli… draws in money

Peony… good luck, good fortune prosperity and business success

Periwinkle..: attract money

Red clover… money

Rice… attracts money

Star Anise… brings luck

Some crystals you can add are:

Pyrite

Green Jade

Clear quartz

Tigers eye

Amazonite

Rutilated quartz

Ametrine

Emerald

Peridot

Carnelian

Moss Agate

Amethyst

Hematite

Garnet

Turquoise

And as mentioned in the video, you don’t have to use real money until you acquire some. You can use play money or coins. Just replenish whenever you obtain money and constantly feed your bowl.

Add anything else that resonates with you and obtaining your goal for this bowl. Instead of salt on the bottom, you can replace with rice. You don’t have to sprinkle cinnamon, you can use the sticks just the same.

I hope this inspires you to make your own bowl and you receive all the blessings you deserve. If you have questions or if I left something out, please let me know!

Love and light witches! Follow for witchy vibes full of spells, tips, and loads of information!

Oh and this is literally my first voice over EVERRRRR so please be easy on me I was trying to speak clearly and I was nervous bc I hate my voice. Haha

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cetaceous · 11 months

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Pathé Concert Automatique Gramophone, c. 1910 With brass plaque: “‘Le Vairiphone’ Automatique Concert”, for vertically-cut discs, Pathé reproducer with Sapphire, coin-activated mechanism for French 25 centime coins, walnut case Victor Horn Gramophone with HMV Disc Cabinet, c. 1905 Victor model MS Gramophone, 12-inch turntable, triple-spring motor, Victrola No. 2 reproducer, large stamped-steel flower horn, "His Master’s Voice" oak disc storage cabinet image credits: Auction Team Breker, Koeln, Germany

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squidthrift · 3 months

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Rare "Sun Manufacturing" Trade Simulator Bicycle Display

"The oak cabinet with rope twist trim and coin slot showcases the model of an early balloon tire bicycle. Drop a nickel in the slot and 'Turn The Lever Full Sweep to Right and Release.' The wheels spin in roulette fashion determining two numbers that, when added together, determine the payout in tokens or cigars. Measures 13.5 x 19.5 x 5.75 inches."

Source: Lone Jack, MO Soulis Auctions

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rebeccasabot · 1 year

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How to Fix Common Wall and Floor Problems

Article From HouseLogic.com

By: Deirdre Sullivan Published: August 19, 2016

Although some maintenance projects are best left to the pros, these three easy DIY fixes will give you bragging rights.

We turned to three bloggers for ideas on how to tackle some little, but nagging, household wall and floor issues.

A Made-Up Drywall Repair

The problem: Concealing drywall damage is a tricky business that requires a handful of drywall tools and materials to make walls look like new. To fix coin-sized holes, many traditionalists use mesh or paper tape. But not Lesli DeVito, the DIY blogger behind My Old Country House.

The fix: Cosmetic wedges! DeVito first tried patching the two nickel-sized openings with cement board she had lying around, but the pieces didn't fit as you can see in the picture below (left).

Tool list:

• Make-up sponges • Scissors • Spackle • Putty knife • Sandpaper

How to:

1. Cut the wedges into pieces that are slightly larger than the holes. 2. Spackle the drywall and wipe off the excess. 3. When the spackle dries, sand the area until it's smooth. 4. Add a fresh coat of paint.

Now DeVito challenges people to find where the holes were; go ahead, take a peek.

A Seamless Way to Remove Nails from Trim and Flooring

The problem: You can save some dough by using salvaged materials like trim and oak flooring. But before you can install or even safely store them, you have to pull out any old nails -- without damaging the wood.

The fix: Although you might be tempted to whack the nail from the back with a hammer and then yank it, don't. That can mar the surface. Instead, pull the nails out from the back, says Peter Fazio from the site Dadand.

Tool list:

• Pliers • Work gloves • Drop cloth

How to:

1. Put the trim or floorboard face down on a drop cloth to protect the front surface. 2. Using your pliers, grab the nail and gently roll onto the curved part of the tool until the nail pops out.

If the old filler used to conceal the nail on the front side pops out, it's easy to fix. Refill the hole with color-matched wood filler (it'll work for composite trim, too). Scrape the top of the repair gently with a putty knife to remove excess filler -- otherwise you'll leave a noticeable bump.

If you can't find color-matched filler, repair the hole and gently sand the area smooth. Spot paint to match.

The Trick to Spiffing Up Grody Grout

The problem: When Virginia from LiveLoveDIY painted her kitchen cabinets bright white, her dingy tile grout became a real eyesore.

Sure, cleaning agents like hydrogen peroxide can brighten discolored floors, but they won't do much for grout. Grout is gritty and easily stains; despite scrubbing, it may never appear clean.

The fix: Using what she calls the "best product ever," a bottle of Polyblend Grout Renew (there are other brands, too), a stain- and fade-resistant grout paint in snow white. It costs about $14 for an 8-ounce bottle, which was enough to cover the all grout in her kitchen.

Tool list:

• Grout paint • Toothbrush • Rags or paper towels

How to:

1. Squeeze a dollop of paint on the grout and scrub it in with a toothbrush. (The paint Virginia used dries fast, so you'll need to work quickly.) 2. Wipe off the excess from tile with a paper towel.

Including a few breaks, it took her about four hours to complete the job, which she says was time well-spent. Virginia also says the grout paint is easy to keep clean.

Tip: You might also want to seal the grout paint after it dries.

Related: More Handy Repair Fixes for Everything from Leaky Windows to Stripped Screws

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spongythedollyteapartyfan-blog · 1 year

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Vera Lynn - Auf Wiederseh`n Sweetheart ( 1952 )

top songs of 1952, july, august,

as a test to see i i could look bakc in time

and 75 posts a day,

i think this is the half way mark but i wiil go cehck,

23rd november 1889 The first jukebox in history looked nothing like the jukeboxes we're familiar with today. On November 23, 1889, inventor Louis Glass installed a music machine in a corner of the Palais Royale Saloon in San Francisco. The machine was an Edison phonograph modified with a coin slot and installed inside an oak cabinet.

but the calssic american juketbox was created by the first version of this song, “we wil meet again” was a 1939 song about families sepearated by war in 1938,

so in the 10 years of memories in 1949, it was on sale again,

with a post war era economic, need to sell records

memories of parents, loss coming back form the war , while the baby boomer era was about the fact that, emotional connections to parental songs are pased down the generations,

1952 when the single record was introduced and became a circulation thing in juteboxes around the world to fun the war effort, in 1952 with Elvis selling records and doing promotional tours

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takeoffphilippines · 2 years

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Spruce up your home to be staycation-ready with these Shopee finds

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writing-the-end · 4 years

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LoL Chapter 9- Burnt Parchment

Masterpost

A Wizard Hermits tale (AU belongs to @theguardiansofredland )

A brief respite for the hermits, they all take the time to rest, train, and learn more. While Xisuma digs through the libraries for information on dark magic, Stress discovers an unnerving note far from home.

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Xisuma hums to himself, fingers running along the books. Old leather soft and emblazoned with gilded letters, sharp parchment of scrolls cutting into his skin with new vigor. All kinds of books and tomes and tablets, collected among Joe’s library. It’s a well cared for collection, and Joe prides himself on all the knowledge stowed in his home.

The only problem is how he sorts his books. Most librarians would use one of many systems developed by scholars, perhaps by genre or author’s last name. But no, Joe used his own strange system, a madness to his method. No matter what the other hermits do to fix his insanity among the stacks, he only shuffles it back. And Xisuma is stuck reading through the strange collection their resident poet has amassed. He blinks away as he reads something he’d rather not, and pulls free an aged scroll, adding it to the collection in his hands.

Xisuma steps back, turning. His eyes fall across the large black lacquered cabinet settled in the corner of the poet’s home. Distant from everything else, even the azure blue bed that’s covered in half-written poems and spells. Cold metal brushes against X’s fingers as he unconsciously touches the wrought iron key. “Dark magic has to be somewhere in there.”

He reluctantly opens the banned book cabinet. Joe isn’t a person to ban books just for being controversial. In fact, the poet loves to bring books other libraries wouldn’t dare hold. Knowledge that should be spoken, kept safe. Illegal works against the Council, exposes on guilds, lost history no longer taught in schools. If their island in the Ashioll sea was a sanctuary to the illegal guild, this library was a sanctuary to illegal words.

But even some knowledge is dangerous in the wrong hands. And if there’s anything X could call dark magic, it’s dangerous in any hand. Only one book among the darkened oak shelves gives him any hint to it’s contents including dark magic. A book about ancient magic. Why is this with the taboo tomes? Xisuma stands, tucking his armful of books close to his chest and donning his mask back on to face the sunlight.

Xisuma is a void wizard. He spends his days staring into the darkness of space, learning from the motions of dark matter and the void between stars. When others look to the light to discover truth, he can see everything beyond space and time, warped by the light others seek. X’s fingers run across a fractured part of his helmet. Where an insignia of a sun surrounded by spiraling void was dented out of existence. He can just barely feel the sharp triangular points of his brother’s symbol nowadays.

He pulls the mask over his head, and braves the sunshine of his island home. In the distance, he can hear yelling, followed by the sharp clang of metal. The ground rumbles, and out of the corner of X’s vision he sees pillars of stone spire free from the grass. False and Scar are dueling, and Xisuma notices silver coins being passed between TFC and Cub. An easy smile appears beneath X’s mask. TFC was never one to stay holed up in the infirmary long. He’s still pale and weak from the crystal attack, but nothing would stop the guildmaster from being with his family. So long as he’s not using his magic, Xisuma won’t stop him.

The fading black veins up TFC’s arm reminds Xisuma why he’s researching dark magic. After what happened to their guildmaster, their leader and father figure, Xisuma needs to know why it happened. And how to stop it from hurting any of his family. Ever again. Dirt crunches under his boots as Xisuma walks to the stone tower he calls home. The oldest structure, the first part of the island built up. When him and his brother fled into the mysterious sea, setting up the Order of Hermits. Fitting name, seeing as they’re the only ones brave enough- or stupid enough- to call the odd archapelago home.

“Sheshwammy!” Keralis’s voice runs across the air like honey, but the magnitude of his voice causes Xisuma to jolt in his boots. A scroll drops, falling open and rolling across the dirt. Xisuma groans, tucking his chin to chase after the runaway parchment. Keralis aids him, scooping up the scroll and tightening the paper around the wooden rod. “Whatcha got there? A little bit of light reading?”

“I wouldn’t call dark magic ‘light reading’.” Xisuma chuckles, plucking the scroll handed across from him. Keralis’s expression is quite alarmed.

“Dark magic? Like spooky scary attacking crystal dark magic?” Keralis peers at the books in Xisuma’s hand. “Why are you trying to learn dark magic?”

“I’m not trying to learn it- I’m trying to learn about it. So...so things that happened in Gildara don’t ever happen here. Don’t ever happen to our island.” Keralis nods, nudging Xisuma’s shoulder to show it was all in jest. And the void mage feels like he can breathe.

“Are you going to hole up in that tower of yours then?” Keralis watches X’s eyes through his visor, the crossed scars over his left eye. “Sheshwammy, come, let’s have some tea in my house! Soak in the sun, it’s good for you!”

Keralis waves Xisuma to the glass hemisphere, tall grass and undergrowth flourishing in the massive terrarium. A single tree props up the glass from within, and a beehive thick with honey sits like fruit hung low from the tree. Black flecks buzz around among the terrarium, denizens of bugs flying in their habitat. To and from their food and wherever they make home within Keralis’s terrarium. When Keralis first showcased his magic to Xisuma, he admits he was freaked out. To gain magic by consuming bugs seemed...strange. But over time, it was no different than Joe’s poetry magic or Tango’s hellbound spells.

“Hello Suzy. How’s the hive today?” Keralis giggles, giving the fuzzy bee a pat. X stops at the door, watching Keralis file away some of his magical treats for later. “I was just coming to grab some more beetles before fighting Cleo, but this gives me an excuse to not face her now.”

Xisuma sits down among the grass, the tall blades bending outward like a nest. Green and grey robes spread out, and Xisuma sets his pile of books on Keralis’s green bed. Keralis places a cup of tea in his hand, his friend remembering exactly how much sugar, honey, and milk he likes in his tea. Xisuma’s shoulders untense, remembering why he wanted a guild in the first place.

They weren’t just a team. They were family. They have each other. He’s not the only one worrying about TFC, others are taking good care of him. And they take good care of each other, including X. Xisuma swirls the spoon in his tea, blowing on the steaming drink and raising his head to feel the sun filter through the glass dome. His brother always wanted a family like this, but sometimes the sun shines too bright even for those who rely on it’s light. Every time Xisuma feels the warm rays on his brown hair, he thinks of his brother.

But he always chases the thoughts out. That wimp left, ran away when things finally started to become real. Xisuma pulls the book on the top of the stack and forces it open. He flips to the page about magic law and illegal magic.

Keralis peeks over Xisuma’s shoulder, trying to follow the insane speed the void wizard reads at. He doesn’t catch everything he sees, or understands most of what he reads, but the pages do reference the words he fears to be true. “Do you really think someone is practicing dark magic?”

“I’m sure it’s dark magic. You saw how those husk people acted.” Xisuma picks up a book discarded to the side, pointing to a single paragraph. Hardly more than a line references the process of magic. “Dark magic is illegal for a reason- it steals power, killing the person who it’s stolen from. But none of these books talk about how it happens. There’s no mention of crystals, or the entire land devoid of life. A grey wasteland.”

“What about this book?” Keralis sits in the grass, pulling up a massive, ancient leather book. “Plirus Mageia.” The bug mage opens the book, dust spouting free of the yellow, torn pages and causing Keralis to cough.

“Well, it says it’s complete, but does that really mean…” Keralis grins as he discovers dark magic listed in the index, flipping to the page. It’s Xisuma’s turn to peer over Keralis’s shoulder, watching the ancient pages flipping forward, deft fingers searching for the page number listed. Until they go past it. Keralis frowns, and flips back. And misses again. One by one, they look through the book. All that remains of the chapter on dark magic is ash, pouring into Keralis’s lap when he tips the book forward. “Someone doesn’t want dark magic to get out.”

“Or someone doesn’t want anyone to know their secret.” Keralis whispers.

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Stress packs the snow tight, pressing rosy pink lips onto the forehead of the snowman. One hand has her icy magic circle pressing against the torso. A little kiss like that sends magic surging through the white snow, each crystal and snowflake imbued with her power. The stone eyes blink and bluster against it’s cold body, and stick arms wiggle to life. “There you go lovely! Go explore! Watch out fer the edge!”

Stress giggles as the snowman wanders across her icy island home. Just offshore of Eremita, she built her igloo under the cooling respite of an eternal snowcloud. She sits back, closing her eyes and feeling the chill touch of snowflakes falling on her pale cheeks. The cold water tickles her skin, clinging to the warm, fluffy grey fuzz that keeps her comfortable. She loves the cold, because it means she can cozy up in her warm robes, fluffy boots, and thick pants. She doesn’t have to worry about her hair being too long at her neck, or if she has too many blankets- which is never enough in her opinion. She’s known as a blanket thief, and it takes bribery to get them back.

Snow crunches, the fresh layer depressing onto the white powder beneath it. Stress peeks open her eyes, and notices her new snow friend is waving for her attention, rock mouth mute to call for her. Rigid sticks flap back and forth, until the snowman knows it has her attention. It points a wooden finger down to the icy waters around her island.

“What is that doin’ here?” Stress questions, standing up. She brushes the snow from her rear, watching the tiny boat rock against the ice chunks. She can only imagine if these enchanted sailboats had little itty bitty sailors, they’d look like massive icebergs, just before a frozen continent at the bow. “I thought these didn’t leave the cities.”

Stress scoops up the wooden boat, fingers running along the smoldering fabric sail. The edges turn to ash upon her touch, embers eating further into the sail and smoking the wooden ship. It’s in bad shape, and Stress can’t figure out how such a little ship meant for messaging within a city made its way out here. Why is it burned?

She remembers the contents of the boat, pulling off a glove to squeeze her finger into the thin deck. Sure enough, a scroll was being carried by the scorched ship. The snowman at her side reaches for the boat, like a child desiring a toy. It’s wish is granted, Stress ignoring the boat in lieu of opening the parchment.

It’s burned as well, and whatever edges aren’t black and charred are torn and tattered. On the backside, Stress can see printed letters torn through. It reminds her of when she went to school in Milliara, among the other noble children learning how to be good heirs, passing notes on torn sheets of their notebooks. The twine falls apart in her hand, allowing the burnt parchment to open.

Stress gasps, letting the letter fall to the snow. She runs to the icy edge of her snowstorm, but the ice rises to meet her feet. Walking across frozen water beneath her shoes, until she’s on solid ground again. She doesn’t slow, doesn’t hesitate. She needs to tell the others what was on the paper.

The parchment, burnt and soaked with snow, flutters in the warm Ashioll sea air. Blood for ink scrawls out two words.

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aetherive · 2 years

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! LUNOPTIKENIC !

»»--► A kenochord related to the concept of taking a stroll in the middle of the night, and looking at the moon only to see a large eye staring back at you.

»»--► Lun + opti + kenic

»»--► Coined by us. Requested by no one.

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charlessmithhasmyheart · 4 years

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Cowboytober 2020

Day 1: Deadeye

So, I didn’t know this was a thing until yesterday. Now I’m doing my best to catch up! 😂

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Arthur Morgan pulled gently on the reins, his flaxen chestnut Hungarian Halfbreed slowly coming to a halt, snorting and pawing at the packed earth. The cabin before them was larger than most; its roof well kept and the wood making up the walls carrying only a hint of dirt and decay. The surrounding land was decent enough. The grass was a bright green and flowers popped up here and there, and the well a few yard away seemed to be in good shape. Though, that wasn’t what the outlaw was interested in. It was what was inside the cabin that piqued his interest.

He had been in Valentine a few days back supposedly doing some reconnaissance, though, in actuality, he had come for a few beers, a whiskey or two, and a hot meal. It had been around his second drink when he heard the yammering of another patron at the other end of the counter. There was talk of gold hid away in a cabin up near Annesburg. Apparently, some old coot had left it there for safe keeping and then died a few days later. Whether it was under suspicious circumstances, no one knew.

After listening for a few moments longer Arthur had downed the rest of his drink, slapped some coin on the counter, and strode out of the bar. And now, here he was nearly a day later.

Arthur swung himself off his horse and landed with a muffled thump. As he continued to survey the the area, his hand subconsciously came to rest over his holster. One could never be too careful around these parts. Not only were the forests crawling with The Murfree Brood, the day was slowly turning into night, which meant it would be difficult to see any adversary should there be one.

Approaching the cabin door, Arthur withdrew his Volcanic Pistol and held it at the ready. Taking a quick, calming breathe, he pressed his empty palm on the manipulated oak and pushed.

The door opened with an eerie creak to reveal a dim and musty smelling kitchen. It was a stark contrast to the outside. Instead of what he had assumed would be a clean living space, Arthur saw nothing but empty cans, spilled food dripping from the table and cabinets, dirty dishes, and over-turned furniture.

Arthur took a few cautious steps into the cabin, deftly keeping his weapon in line with his eyesight. Glass and the like popped and crunched under his boots as he crept across to the middle of the room. There was nothing of immediate interest save for a packet of unopened cigarettes, but he did notice the two closed doors on the East side of the cabin.

Before he could take another step, a loud crash, seeming to come from behind the left door, echoed throughout the cabin. Heart beginning to pound a bit quicker, Arthur swiftly and quietly placed himself next to the door, his back pressed against the wall. Silently counting to three, he leapt, twisting himself to face the door and kicked it open with a resounding crack.

Within seconds his eyes came to rest on a man huddled in the corner, one hand moving quick as lightening towards a Lancaster Repeater leaning against a recently used bed. As the man did so, Arthur shifted his focus on himself. He took another deep breath and internalized his actions. In a few seconds, it seemed as though the world was running in slow motion. His adversary was still reaching for his gun, his fingers inching towards the barrel. Calmly lifting his own weapon, Arthur aimed and pulled the trigger. The bullet slowly sailed across the room and planted itself deep into the skull of the mystery man. Within seconds, it was over and the world turned back to normal.

Arthur, sensing the danger was finally over, he holstered his pistol and stepped carefully around the body, ignoring the glazed look of death now surfacing in the man’s eyes. Crouching, he lowered his face to be level with the base of the bed. Underneath the bed there was a metal box devoid of any lock. He stuck an arm under, wrapped his fingers around one of the edges, and pulled it out. Flipping the lid open, he finally found what he had come to look for; money.

Counting the bills, he suppressed a delighted chuckle. All that, and he would get to walk away with nearly one-hundred dollars and, by the looks of it, a gold nugget.

Tipping his hat to the deceased, he swaggered out of the cabin, intent on heading back to camp for a well-deserved nap.

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pilawforhire · 4 years

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@zeffythewildwind asked:

As she makes sure Law wouldn't bust her, as she's reaching his empty lab, Zeffy quickly enters the room, closing the door behind her. In her hands, she holds the tales book they have already discussed about during their nocturnal talks, wrapped in a golden paper. Unfortunately, she couldn't buy another copy, since they didn't stop anywhere for a few weeks now. [1/2]

She hopes he wouldn't mind if she offers him hers. She slides the book on the table, adding a note on the top of it : "For our future meeting under the moonlight. I hope you will find them interesting." She brushes the paper for a second, before she quickly turns around, leaving the room. [2/2]

Law had been twirling his pen and rocking on the hind legs of his chair, but at the realisation that he had company, he dropped the chair down onto its four legs and furrowed his brows, lowering his face closer to his reading. He pretended he was concentrating hard, engrossed in the topic of ancient burial rituals, that he hadn’t noticed the breach of his privacy. He wasn’t concerned, however. He could guess the identity of the culprit. It was narrowed down to two names: Bepo or Zeffy, and Bepo’s entrance tended to be loud and overt. Zeffy, on the other hand, moved so stealthily that she seemed to materialise in a breath of wind.

It had been a few weeks since Zeffy’s induction into the Heart Pirates. Law had no idea why she still felt she needed to sneak around, especially since it had become a nightly routine of theirs to engage in nocturnal conversations while the crew slept in their beds. Nonetheless, Law did not question it. Without turning his head, his eyes flicked towards the package she slid across his table. He read the handwritten note, which only elevated his curiosity.

Law eyed the mysterious package and the ambiguous message. The package’s dimensions matched the book Zeffy had brought along to their nocturnal meetings. The note further confirmed it. Yet, why the trouble of furtiveness and secrecy? Why wrap the book at all? Imagine if he had left the package and the note on the table for someone else to find. The mixed messages they would get; the rumours that could only inspire - ‘meeting under the moonlight...interesting’.

Law glanced over his shoulder but Zeffy had already departed from the room. He pulled the package closer and carefully ripped through the golden wrapping. The Tales of North Blue sat in his hands. It felt heavier than it had been when he’d last held it. He put the book down and brushed his fingers over the slightly tattered cover. The book was one of Zeffy’s most cherished possessions. He knew of its importance to her. He remembered the sad smile on her face when she first showed it to him and told him about the tale of her hometown. Law handled the book with care as he flipped through the pages, worn from many readings, the watercolour illustrations faded with age.

The tales were evocative of nostalgia. Unbeknownst to Zeffy, however, Law had already read them all. When their nocturnal conversations gradually drifted into silence, during the occasions Zeffy dozed off, her head resting gently against his shoulder, or laid in her arms on the table, Law quietly observed her for a moment. Then he appropriated the book from under her hand and lost himself in the tales, reminiscent of his childhood. He recalled a few of them, from the times he used to read to Lami before bed. Even then, he questioned their factuality. But Lami always enjoyed them. They served as a distraction from the pain, and all else that went around.

Perhaps it didn’t matter if they were true. Perhaps, to Zeffy, they were a source of comfort, and rereading them reminded her of the happier moments of her childhood years.

Law closed the book. He stashed it away in the top drawer of his desk. Then he went over to a cabinet in his room and dug through an oak chest. He pulled out a smaller rectangular box that contained a few handfuls of assorted coins, current and past currencies used by countries in North Blue. Law selected several coins that once held value among the inhabitants of Winter Lands. He searched around but could not find an ideal receptacle for storing them. In the end, he settled for a palm-sized wooden box that previously held a pocket compass. He placed the coins inside and went to locate Zeffy.

“You left,” he stated, as though he had expected her to stay and was disappointed by the fact that she had not. “You know, you needn’t sneak around - or is it that old habits die hard?” He pulled an arch smile and took a step forward.

Without a word, he took her hand in his own. With his other hand, he placed the box in her palm and closed her fingers around it. Releasing her hand, he stepped back and slid his hands into his jeans pockets. “I had some duplicate coins lying around,” he said, even if he had not. “Figured you might want them. If not, just toss them overboard and make a wish - or something. Do whatever you want with them.” He gave a brief wave, affecting indifference, even though he hoped she would keep them; they had not been easy to locate. “I’ll return your book when I’m done with it.” He turned halfway, and added with a sidelong glance and a slight smile, “I trust you’ll have no trouble finding me, if you wanted to. You never did. But bring me some tea, while you’re at it.”

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The crushed stones crunched under her boots as she made her way up the walk. Pushing against the manor’s heavy oak doors, Aislinn shouldered her way inside. The Company manor appeared to be blissfully quiet. The caretakers were certainly around somewhere but the manor was a big place. No one came hurrying to greet her and given her current state of mind, that was just fine with her.

She paused in the foyer, her senses stretching in the quiet. Soft murmurs and tinkling of silverware came from the cafe. So, someone was home. She stared at the grand staircase for a long moment, torn between going directly upstairs to the library or her room. Travel worn and weary in more ways than one, she could use a bath. And a change of clothes. But she had always found solace and wisdom in those old tomes and her mind needed that as much as her body needed rest.

She swayed there, next to the marble fountain. Tired and wrung out like a threadbare tea towel. In the end Bertram hadn’t needed saving. She had told Ren, relayed the message. There was no need to track down another thrall. Her work on this particular project would cease. She still wasn’t sure if he had taken the news entirely well, truthfully she didn’t expect it of him, knowing what it meant for the brothers. But it was neither hers or Ren’s decision to make. It was Bertram’s and they would need to abide by his wishes. She would have to check in with Ren after he had some time to process. He was a system without a pressure relief valve, she reminded herself. As hard as this was for her, it was likely harder for him.

“I do applaud your juvenile efforts.”

A wave of prideful anger washed over her as she recalled Garrett’s sneering words. Mostly because she saw the truth in them now. That is what it all amounted to, wasn’t it? A fumbling, misguided, juvenile attempt to do what she thought was right.

Casting a forlorn look up towards the library, Aislinn sighed. She was exhausted, body and mind. Chances are, the words on the page would all run together anyhow in the state she was in. Best to regroup and tackle the problem fresh in the morning.

So she went to her room, unlocking the door, shuffling inside and dropping her pack on the floor. As she shut the door behind her, she heard the crackling of a fire in the fireplace. She hadn’t been home for weeks, the caretakers never wandered into personal rooms, there should be no reason for a fire to be lit. And yet. She felt as if the pressure in the room had dropped suddenly. Her ears popped. This sensation of hers came on suddenly and usually with only one purpose. Pressing a hand against one ear, she slowly turned and reached for the nearest light.

Her spine shot ramrod straight and she took several steps back, towards the door, all the while conscious of her heart trying to claw its way out of her chest like a frightened animal.

“How did you get in? Why are you here?”

The languid midlander currently reclining in a lounge chair, watched her reaction with interest. “Your Company runs a cafe. Anyone can walk in. As for your room, simple three pin tumbler lock on the door. I expected more.” Sterling said, stretching out his long legs before the fireplace, looking for all intents and purposes, most comfortable. “Don’t be so coy, Aislinn. Obviously, I’ve come all this way to see you. Sit down, let’s have a chat.”

“If you’ve something to say, say it and leave.” she stiffly replied.

He tensed in the chair, subtly, but Aislinn noticed. She took another step back, her innards growing cold before swiftly reminding herself her chakrams still sat on her hips.

“Such hostility.” he sighed. “Let’s get down to it, then. You’ve gone and attracted yourself some attention. Seems the Blades have suddenly renewed their interest in you. Why is that?”

He leaned forward in his seat and tossed a flyer on the coffee table. With one eye on him, she moved closer and looked down at the parchment. A wanted poster. A fairly accurate sketch of herself, right down to the scar across her face. She cursed under her breath. She told the lieutenant it wasn’t a good idea for her to be in Ul’dah. She told him. He had said she was the only engineer they had without Tyr. They needed her for the job. He was right. But look at what it had cost her.

“Do these people you’ve surrounded yourself with know? Your history, I mean. How you made ends meet in Ul’dah. The cartel. The drug running. That unfortunate issue with the Blade. You spent time in the gaol for that, didn’t you?”

There was no need to ask Sterling who he meant. He had obviously been watching her for awhile now. That was his way. Patient and unhurried, thorough so that when he did pounce it made the biggest impact. She was unnaturally still as he ran down the list of her past sins.

“In case you hadn’t noticed, this is Limsa Lominsa. Smuggling is par for the course. No one’s going to bat an eye if you mean to spout off.” she said, quiet but unsure.

He shrugged, hooking his claws into her uncertainty and dragging her down. “Let’s say, purely for example, I find you Ala Mhigans are rather simple folk that fall into two categories. Those mule-headed enough to stick to their principles and those that will toss them to the wind in favor of food and gil. That friend of yours seems to be the former.” he said as he rose from the chair. “Let’s also say, again, for example, that this Company you’ve found is full of disciplined, decent folk.”

Aislinn watched in silence as he slowly began to amble around her apartment, idly touching things as he went. It made her want to scream.

“You haven’t been honest and people like that hate dishonesty.” he picked up a half-built servo, studied it intently before putting it back in its place, all the while knowing he had her full attention. “I could help, if you like. Sit down and have a heart to heart with them.”

“That’s very obliging of you.” she said tightly. “But I’d rather you didn’t trouble yourself.”

“What about your Company Commander? Does he know he’s harboring a fugitive?”

The Commander. She hadn’t exactly made the best first impression with him, had she? Tyr had smoothed it over but now he was blowing in the wind. No one knew where.

“5,000 gil a moon and I keep this all quiet.” he stated. “That’s my price.”

“5...that’s ridiculous!” she started. “I’ll tell them myself before I give you one coin.”

“You could. But life’s not been kind to you, Aislinn. Can you really afford to lose the ties you’ve made here? And let’s not forget the Blades. I’m sure they’d be interested in your whereabouts. It’d be my sworn duty as a citizen of Ul’dah to convey such information.”

“Unless you were too busy. Extorting me and spending the gil.” she dryly replied. “The sum is too much.”

“Don’t give me that. You’re a smart one, you’ll find a way.” he said, with a shrug. “And if not we can come to some other arrangement.”

She jerked back, the blood draining from her face. Her thoughts must have been clearly written and on display because in the next moment he passed her a look a disgust.

“Not that. No one wants a cold fish in their bed. Gods.” he gave a sharp shake of his head as if the very idea repulsed him. “Just what kind of monster do you think I am?”

Her heart resumed its steady beat in her chest. She worked quickly to rally and recover. “An audacious plan coming from a man whose hands are no cleaner than mine. Blow me in and I could tell the Blades everything I know about the cartel.”

He hardly looked impressed with her threat. “How’d that go last time, telling the truth?” He asked, clasping his hands behind his back as he turned to face her fully. “I assume that when they threw you in the gaol you must have been shouting from the rooftops that their man was forcing himself on ‘innocent’ girls. And yet you still found yourself on the docket for a hanging.” he tilted his head, his tone turning reasoned and cogent. “This is a discussion between old friends. I see no reason to drag the cartel into this. You know how they can be, surely you remember.”

She remembered. Some days it was all she could do to forget. She would never be free of it, Aislinn realized with a sudden riptide of certainty. Of Ul’dah. Of the cartel. Of him. For every strike, he had a parry. Of course he did. This was Sterling. He never engaged in any fight he wasn’t absolutely certain of winning. The truth was a crushing weight bearing down on her. This was the rest of her life. Penance for surviving.

Without a word, she crossed to the cabinet near the door and pulled open the drawer. She took several small pouches of gil she had saved up and dumped them into one larger one before turning and tossing the purse to him.

He caught it with ease and tucked it into his riding coat with a smirk. “It would seem this concludes our business for now. I’ll show myself out.”

As he moved past her on his way to the door, he paused and studied her. Raising a hand, he motioned with one finger to the scar across her face, stopping just short of touching her. “That really didn’t heal up well at all, did it? What a shame.”

He never could resist a parting shot. She didn’t trust herself to reply but stared resolutely ahead, her fury written in the sharp lines of her clenched jaw and squared shoulders. The shutting of the door behind Sterling rang hollow in the otherwise silent apartment. Aislinn found herself unable to move, rooted to the spot, not knowing what she might do if she did.

She closed her eyes and reminded herself she’d walked through fire and escaped it. Not unscarred, but tempered, like steel. She could bend, but she wouldn’t ever break. Not again.

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