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@pftones3482 I DONT THINK THIS ONE IS NEARLY AS GOOD AS MY LAST ONE 😔SRY
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I recently watched all of Transformers: BotBots and instantly got hooked to its cute appeal and robot designs out of inanimate objects. I also gained a crush on one of the characters seen here: Lolly Licks! Of course I'd really love the Sugar Shocks, they're sweet-themed!
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Caught on film a mighty AC-130J gunship firing away on training targets over the Southern Caribbean Sea during a joint training operation, Dec. 7, 2023. Though it may look something like a harpoon shooting downward, it’s actually ordinance with a distorted elongated look captured at extremely highspeed. Our “shot” of the week. #SLOC #SecureSeaLanes #FreeAndOpenIndoPacific #Readiness
@SOCSOUTH via X
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( @arkhampsychologist @robingothamite @gotham-its-seven-in-the-morning @gothamstudent @gotham-bitch @hannahhook7744 @scarecrowspawn lore drop)
Chan e sin a tha thu a’ smaoineachadh. Cha robh i cunntachail. B' esan e. Ceann an diabhail. Tha an dorchadas air mo chaitheamh. An t-sloc cuthach. Tha e gabhaltach. Feuch gum bi thu faiceallach. A h-uile duine agaibh.
-An tè nach bu chòir dha a bhith air a mharbhadh
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A demon and a fairy sat drinking
Read here or on AO3
“She’s been dead in the graveyard all year while you and Rosalind were becoming chums.” A young woman who was trying to enjoy her milkshake overheard. She turned to see a redhead looking as if the world had ended. The young woman followed the redhead into a graveyard; she ducked down as an older woman appeared. It took her a minute to hear what they were saying.
“Was it here? Did you kill her here?”
“A little to your right.” The young woman cast a protection spell as she saw something she wasn’t sure she recognized, a kind of power she hadn’t seen before but one that felt familiar in some ways. It wasn’t five minutes later that the young woman watched an explosion of flame and light explode from the redhead. She was shocked as others ran up to the redhead, and an older man gently tugged her wrists, and she felt the massive power vanish as if chained. Only the look of relief on the redhead prevented her from acting to stop the older man. The young woman returned the way she came, only to find a guardian waiting for her by the diner.
“It truly seems like a regent’s work is never done, not to mention your aunts have asked me three times where you were,” the brunette called to the young woman.
“I went somewhere, I saw… I’m not sure what I saw,” the young woman exclaimed.
“You have a touch of…pixie dust. Oh hell, You went to the Otherworld. That is not your place; it is not for us.”
“There was a warlock…he used blood magic in the diner, in plain sight.”
“That is unexpected, a fairy and a blood witch.”
“A fairy? Like Tinkerbell?”
“Not quite, they can be great warriors, and it seems you have found quite the fairy,” the older woman commented. “She has great power. Are we taking it?”
“No, we are not,” the young woman snapped.
“Shame, your father would be proud.”
“As if I care, no, the warlock, he said something to the fairy. Told her someone she cared about died.”
“And what are we going to do?”
“While I was thinking if I went into mortal limbo again…”
“Absolutely not! Besides, your mother has moved on this time; you won’t be able to find her and this other person, who may or may not be dead; you have no connection to them.”
“Perhaps, but I know the heartbreak the girl showed, the loss of a parent,” the young woman sighed. “I must try.”
“Very well, but if this person is the kind of creature I believe, we must go back to where you saw this fairy.” The young blonde woman walked carefully and showed her regent, mentor, and teacher the graveyard. A charred section of grass that had not been there before caught the older woman’s attention.
“It seems our justice might not be needed after all.”
“If this person killed the fairy’s mother, she should burn in the pits of hell. In fact…”
“Sabrina, don’t!” But it was too late.
“Ceanglaichidh mi sìthiche thu, airson do choir an aghaidh neach eile, ris an t‑sloc, teine ifrinn fhèin,” Sabrina shouted to the sky, a blue flame swirling and the older woman Sabrina had seen with the redhead was sucked into the blue twister.
“Well, we best ensure you didn’t just cast the wrong fairy to the pit of hell,” the older woman scowled. She produced a ball of red thread and tied the string around the young woman’s wrist. “Well, off you go.”
“Three tugs, and I’ll be back,” Sabrina promised and, with a spin, entered the portal to limbo, or what she thought. She immediately realized it was not the same. The air was lighter, and as she looked around, she found a tall woman standing in a purple glow. “Hello?”
“Who are you?”
“I think I could ask you that,” the young woman replied, noticing the image in front of them. “That’s… I know her; she’s a fairy.” The woman spun, and Sabrina got the first look at a tall woman who reminded her of her Aunts, of Madame Satan, a powerful, strong, fierce woman.
“Implying you are not,” the woman retorted.
“I’m not. I’m…well, I’m a lot of things,” the young woman laughed. “But first, I think I’m someone who can help you.” She held out her hand and tugged the red line of fate with her other. With a blur of smoke, Sabrina found herself in front of her mentor again, another woman standing beside her.
“Ah, I should have known.”
“Lilith, Mother of Demons, Dawn of the Doom,” the new person greeted.
“You know…”
“Blood Witch.”
“She is not!” Lilith snapped, stepping in between them. “She walks the Path of Night, and more importantly, she is a Morningstar.”
“A mortal witch,” the other woman replied in shock.
“But you two know each other?” Sabrina questioned, looking between the two older women.
“Even your Aunts know of Farah Dowling, quite possibly one of the most powerful fairies of her generation; all the magical world knew about Rosalind Hale’s right-hand woman,” Lilith explained. “And yet to be free of that, Farah Dowling asked for help from yours truly.”
“Ah,” Sabrina could guess how that would end.
“I asked you for help in keeping the stasis permanent. No one had ever attempted it,” Farah protested. “I gave what you asked for in return; our deal was concluded.”
“And yet I seem to be of service to you again, or were you hoping your little fire fairy could learn necromancy?”
“Bloom, what did you do to her?”
“Ah, so you do care for the fairy,” Lilith remarked. “That is valuable.”
“Perhaps as valuable as your little witch,” Farah threatened, turning her power toward the young blond. She extended her power and choked the girl.
“That is the herald of hell you hold in your grasp,” Lilith warned.
“Not in this world.”
“And she brought you back to this world with all bonds restored.” Farah loosened her grip, and the girl collapsed to the ground.
“All bonds?”
“You asked that Rosalind never be able to break your bond, that not even death. You both begged me, as I recall. He can sense you again; he must be wondering where you are.” As if conjured by magic, a voice on the wind could be heard, shouting a now familiar name. “Ah, that sounds like him. Shall we call a truce?”
“We shall,” Farah agreed, extending a hand to the young woman on the ground and helping her to her feet. “Madame Satan.”
“Technically, it’s Lilith, Queen of Hell,” Sabrina commented.
“Ah, so you won your epic battle,” Farah guessed. “Or did you?”
“Oh, we made an equitable arrangement after she rescued me from the Void. A few years in the Void gives you perspective,” Sabrina claimed.
“And it seems you will have to complete the same kind of rescue; your little fairy is about to cast herself into the Realm of Darkness; fortunate for you, isn’t it, that you know the rulers.”
“Will you let her go if I were to ask?” Farah queried.
“For a price,” Lilith vowed.
“Farah!” A man’s voice echoed again through the woods. To the surprise of the young woman but to no surprise of the older two, the man that accompanied said voice came running into the clearing and didn’t even stop; he zeroed in on his fairy. There was a quiet huff as he engulfed her in his arms, sweeping her off her feet as he held her tight. Sabrina was surprised by the blinding glow surrounding the two, and only the disinterested sigh of her mentor caused her to understand what she saw—a true love bond.
“Saul.”
“You’re alive; how are you…” Saul paused his thought and glanced to the left. “Madame Satan.”
“Specialist.”
“You brought her back? What dark…”
“No! It’s not like that. I was brought through by this young woman, Sabrina Morningstar.”
“A Morningstar, surely her father isn’t…”
“I prefer Spellman, but I do go by both,” Sabrina hissed. “I wasn’t going to let someone take away a mother from her child.”
“Uh huh,” Saul agreed, looking at the older woman in confusion.
“She saw Bloom kill Rosalind,” Farah explained.
“Farah, that was a week ago,” Saul revealed. “Bloom disappeared last night; I was out looking for her when I felt you.”
“She’s already crossed the portal,” Farah turned on the brunette. “You told me she would be safe.”
“She has only just crossed through,” Lilith said. “We shall return to receive her.”
“Use this,” Sabrina suggested holding out the red twine. “When you are ready, it should bring you to us.” The two vanished, leaving Saul and Farah alone.
“I take it you know where Bloom is?” Saul pressed.
“The Realm of Darkness. I guess she crossed through to close the portal,” Farah replied. “But the Realm of Darkness is just an outskirt to Hell; she’ll end up at the palace there and would otherwise be tortured.”
“But because you and Madame Satan are on a first-name basis, she’ll what, give her back to us?”
“Certainly not,” Farah corrected. “She’ll want something in return.”
“And the Morningstar?”
“Not her father.”
“Farah…” he paused, just staring at her. “I…are you sure you’re alright?”
“I’m adjusting,” Farah answered honestly. “I was trying to find peace.”
“The girls said you came to them…but Farah the resurrection plant, you should have been able to…”
“They were so tired; they needed their energy to defeat the Blood Witches.”
“You came to them,” the and not to me silently hung between them.
“I thought you would be with them… I thought I would have more time.”
“And then the Morningstar?”
“She found me in limbo. I hadn’t moved on yet,” Farah confided. “I wasn’t ready to say goodbye.” Saul wrapped her in an embrace again.
“I have missed you. I should have told you every day that I love you.”
“I knew. You felt it every day. I love you,” Farah kissed him gently, her hands pulling him closer.
“We should return to the school,” Saul suggested after a moment. “The girls will want to see you, Sky…”
“I can’t. I have to get Bloom first.”
“So to the Pits of Hell, we go. I wish those days were behind us,” Saul sighed.
“After this, they will,” Farah promised. Saul drew his sword and took Farah’s hand with his free one.
“Who I am to disagree with you.” Farah smiled and tugged the red twine three times. A portal opened behind them, and they turned to face it. “I’m getting a flashback to the last time we decided to venture to hell.”
“At least this time, it will be a more direct path.” A blood-red path lay before them as they stepped out of the portal. Saul felt a familiar tingle as Farah created a barrier around both their minds. “Hopefully, Bloom stuck to the path too.”
“Ha, you wish,” Saul muttered, not missing the glare he received.
“No, it seems your fairy cannot follow the path, even when it’s laid at her feet, similar in fact to our Morningstar,” Lilith mocked, appearing in front of them.
“Where did she end up?”
“The Forest of Torment,” Lilith informed. “Have no worry. Sabrina fetched her promptly and brought her to the palace.” The path before them seemed to disappear, and the palace appeared.
“Your malevolence,” A minion greeted. “The Morningstar awaits you.” Lilith entered to find Sabrina and a young redhead woman standing near the fiery pit, watching something within.
“It is nice to see you completing your duties, even if they are not subject to our jurisdiction,” Lilith commented.
“Actually, I was learning from our guest; she has adept control of fire.”
“She didn’t always,” came the mumbled comment. Saul felt his rib shift as an elbow nudged it.
“Silva! How can that…” Bloom turned around, hearing his voice, and froze when she saw him. “How…”
“Hello, Bloom.”
“It seems we have a fairy here to collect her wayward pupil,” Lilith remarked.
“Bring back memories, Lilith? Did you not often have to collect me?” Sabrina teased.
“Hmmm, yes, it seems you share something in common with the little dragon.”
“Ms. Dowling?” Bloom seemed surprised.
“It’s alright, come here, Bloom,” Farah called to her. The redhead didn’t need more prompting and was rushing into the older woman who caught her carefully supported by her Specialist.
“Ah Ah, a price must be struck,” Lilith reminded.
“Lilith!” Sabrina snapped. “We have struck an accord, the soul of a mass murderer, for you to deal with.”
“Charred remains, child’s play,” Lilith complained. “But alas, if that’s all we are to have.”
“Remains of who?” Farah demanded.
“Ah, so this is the mother you lost,” Sabrina looked toward Bloom. “And the other is the one who took her away.”
“Yes,” Bloom agreed.
“Bloom, what did you do?” Saul demanded.
“Nothing! Well, not since I lost control and…”
“I am afraid it wasn’t your child that did something this time,” Lilith sighed. “Sabrina bound Rosalind to the pit of hell.”
“Well, better than what she deserves,” Saul conceded.
“Saul Silva,” Farah’s voice was a harsh reprieve. Farah did not chide the young fairy, who nodded in agreement with the Specialist, simply pretending not to notice.
“Bloom was showing me her Dragon flame, and we were comparing it to the fires of hell; perhaps she could stay for a little bit?”
“Not here,” Farah insisted. “You may visit Bloom at Alfea under supervision.”
“Dual supervision,” Lilith added. “Your majesty, perhaps you’d like to take your new friend home.”
“Is that okay?” Bloom turned to look at Farah and Saul, who both nodded to her. Bloom took the young blonde’s hand, and they vanished in a swirl of hellfire.
“Shall we?” Lilith inquired, holding out a hand each. The adults vanished and shimmered into view in the graveyard. They found the girls nearby already practicing their flame-throwing. Saul reached to his thigh and unclasped a flask handing it to Farah.
“I’ll go to tell Sky he need not heedless run off on some heroic quest to save her,” He said. “You ladies have fun. Make sure the forest doesn’t burn.”
“Saul, we’ll be back soon.”
“You better because I am not responsible if Sky tells the Winx.” He turned and headed off down the path back toward the school. Lilith waved her hand, and chairs formed from the roots and stone and glasses appeared as if willed through time and space. Farah poured the liquid from the flask into each glass and held one out to Lilith, who accepted it and sat back, watching the young women.
“Welcome back from the dead, by the by,” Lilith said. “I am surprised you didn’t call.”
“I underestimated Rosalind,” Farah confessed. “I thought I would have had more time to prepare. However, if you didn’t know to find me…”
“Sabrina, she, by chance, was at a diner where your fairy met a Blood Witch. She overheard him tell her about you and followed the girl back through the portal. She watched as the fairy killed another, and something in her recognized the pain and grief.”
“And she apparently bound Rosalind to the pit.”
“In her words, this fairy had taken away the mother of another, and as she is the Queen of Hell, it is her place to dispense justice.”
“But Rosalind was already charred from the Dragon Flame.”
“Do not worry. I can still make her suffering the thing of legends.”
“The world without Rosalind Hale is a better place; that’s an objective fact. However, it happened.”
“It seems we both have had our destiny changed by a child,” Lilith remarked. “She gets into trouble?”
“Constantly. The first week she snuck off to the First World, a burned one followed her.”
“Hmmm. Sabrina does the exact opposite of what you would like. I finally figured that out to get her to do what I wanted.”
“And you were the gentle push down the Path of Night.”
“Hmmm, until the drama with Lucifer. Even after, though, she came to ask me to be regent. It was a surprise.”
“Perhaps not. Her aunts may have given her love and raised her, but the darkest part of her is something only you understand. Especially since, in the end, you will be the same. Her aunts will one day be gone. You will be all that’s left.”
“She has not realized that yet. Yours?”
“No, not yet. She hasn’t met many fairies outside of school, and so many died in the war.”
“Are you prepared for it?”
“Since our deal, yes.” Farah held her glass to Lilith, and the clink sounded through the forest.
“Shall I arrange for Sabrina to come to learn fire control regularly from your fairy?”
“Only if Bloom will learn diplomacy and perhaps some aspect of following the rules,” Farah agreed. “Perhaps the two of them will keep each other out of trouble.”
“Not likely,” The two women laughed before settling back to their observation of a Hellspawn and a Fairy playing with fire in the garden.
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“why i didnt do any movement on that specific sloc. aka we got no budget” by my coworker
10k words, slow build, protectiveness, manipulation, hurt/no comfort, confessions
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My Linguistics programming.
The significance of the mammal that can speak to pictures with the nature of high cause, affectual places searching out for there 3D spherical creshional of that, for the best one, is primarily suetly, linguistical. My Alem, as i call my lingustic creation, is highly level with that and such a place, as used was a SELECTOR and SLOC (Set, Lock on, Continue). Chose me. Though, the Thetanic entitiy they selected wasn't as of such high morality and has chosen to go to battle with me currently. Apr.Axm.V.Axm. @adamnae @peirs-anthony on twitch.
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Amanda Selwyn Dance Theatre Announces Workshop Series at Peridance
Amanda Selwyn Dance Theatre announces their Workshop Series at Peridance from June 26-30, 2023. The workshop will be held Monday-Friday from 4-5:30 p.m. Individual classes are $24 per class; the full week rate is $100. Registration is available at https://clients.mindbodyonline.com/classic/ws?studioid=38909&stype=-117&sView=day&sLoc=0&date=06/26/23.
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VHF Records More Success In Advocacy On Ending Women, Girls Rights Abuse
By Ikenna Orioha…
A women focused organization, Virgin Heart Foundation (VHF), has recorded more success in its advocacy on ending rights abuse against women and girls in Ogbe and Ogbe- Nneishi communities in Ahiazu Mbaise.
Speaking, Executive Director of Virgin Heart Foundation, Peace Dike, noted that VHF came to round up a SLOC- Project funded by Actionaid Nigeria which started 3 years ago at…
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CAUGHT UP ON ART AT LEAST!! ACTUALLY RLY PROUD OF ALL OF THESE:"""] HEHEHEH
1ST ONE IS FOR ACE VISIBILITY DAY IN SPIRIT, SECOND ONE WAS JUST A NICE THING, AND THIRD ONE IS FOR @pftones3482 TYSM FOR BEING THE BEST
#CANDY-ART#PHINEAS AND FERB#PNF#IK I WAS SUPPOSED TO WRITE BY NOW SHHH NEEDED TO DRAW#CANDACE FLYNN#PERRY THE PLATYPUS#JENNY BROWN#DJANGO BROWN#SLOC#:]
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The SLOC ATSD rewrite has been the most fun I've had in a while lmao
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A design inspired by "graphic torso gear" in the early 2000s, featuring a crazy Zircon!
#SLArts#Come On Zircon!#Modular Fur#early 2000s#y2k nostalgia#this image goes hard#feel free to screenshot#i call it graphic torso gear because i don't want scam bots to know it's actually gonna be sold as a t/s/h/i/r/t someday.#SLOCs
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當下的開悟Eckhart Tolle
｛一個新世界｝一書中，作者強調的兩個觀念
第一個關於小我的存在
第二個關於受苦的身體，不論是情感上或身體上，人們傾向記憶痛苦！
第三個是關於時間與意識
人生活在的時間是此時此刻，當下即為真實
然而，如果時間只活在當下此時此刻，沒有過去的傷痛記憶沒有未來的預先煩惱，受苦的身體會獲得釋放。
談到許多內容需要細細閱讀....
真心推薦這本書 ｛一個新世界｝
https://www.books.com.tw/products/0010409839?sloc=main
一開始不太容易讀，我也是分了許多次才慢慢接納它。
因為不容易自己讀，我接下來會找時間分享書中文章。
在讀之前也許可以先看這支影片
影片中是作者的對話，覺得也很有省思。
當下的開悟（力量）Eckhart Tolle
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ktre
A regular expression engine in pure C (3339 lines, 2755 sloc).
I call this engine ktre, which means “Krok’s Tiny Regex Engine.” It implements a backtracking implementation of PCRE-flavored regular expressions in a single header for easy embedding. A short feature list:
• Submatching
• Backreferencing
• Named capture groups
• Subroutine calls
• Recursion
• Positive and negative lookahead assertions
• Arbitrary positive and negative lookbehind assertions
The basic algorithm for the execution of the generated bytecode is based on “threads” of execution. When a conditional metacharacter (like `?`) is executed, the VM splits execution into two paths, one path of execution attempts to find a match that includes the character being matched conditionally, and the other path attempting to find a match that does not include the character being matched conditionally. In fact, all of the basic quantifiers are implemented by different permutations of branching instructions interwoven with the actual text to match. The instruction that implements this “splitting” behavior is called INSTR_BRANCH, if you’re following along with the code.
Here’s what the pre-runtime debugging info for `foo?` looks like:
In this image, “regexpr:” indicated the expression being compiled. It’s followed by a list of the options passed to the engine for this particular compile. The next item is an abstract syntax tree (AST) representing the expression. The last item is the bytecode that the AST was compiled into. `group 0:` indicates that the location it marks is the beginning of the 0th group (the entire match). When a text editor or general purpose language like Perl supports regular expressions in the syntax the flags are often passed as single-character flags as some part of the string-like syntax required. For example, the expression we’re looking at now would be written in Perl like `/foo?/gi`. The `g` passes the global option to the engine, and `i` passes the insensitive option.
You might notice some odd things about the bytecode. The first three instructions are outside of the 0th group, so it will not be part of the match. Why are we matching stuff that’s not in the expression? These first three instructions implement the unanchored matching passed to the engine as a flag. If you following the execution with your mind you may realize what’s happening. The first instruction has us attempt to match the regex at the first position in the subject string. If that fails, we’ll fall back to the 1st instruction, which consumes a single character and then tries to match the regex again. If that fails, it consumes another character &c. The behavior of these instructions is identical to the behavior of `.*?` - a so-called “non-greedy” quantifier.
This simple example demonstrates how backtracking works. Here’s what the execution looks like:
Because ktre uses backtracking to find matches, it is essentially an implementation of a kind of nondeterministic finite automaton (NFA). This means that in a worst case scenario it may take exponential time to complete its execution.
An interesting ktre feature is arbitrary (variable-width) lookbehind assertions; most engines support only lookbehind assertions that match text of one length.
Unfortunately, ktre does not support Unicode. Basic Unicode strings will work as intended, but applying a quantifier like `?` to a multi-byte Unicode character can cause erroneous matches with seemingly unrelated character because the engine is not aware of code-points - it works only on individual bytes.
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Harnessing Prowess on the Warmest
-CDT SUMALINOG, MAY LORD F
Earliest sunrise and latest sunset, longest days and shortest nights, that is how summer is featured for the rest of the world, while as a cadet of a premier leadership institution, the warmest season is for rigid trainings, developmental seminars and proficiency courses to hone cadets to match the officer ship’s quality standards.
New Cadet Detail Seminar (NCDS) will teach the ALAB-KALIS Class of 2022 of views and applications of diverse leadership approaches, gauging and redefining them to upgrade the leader-subordinate bond within the corps. It might as well help them amend the archaic methods and outdated customs of running the cadet corps. Additionally, the vital end of the course is to serve as an induction for the partakers on supervising the unaccustomed cadets of PNPA Class of 2025.
Whilst a part of the ruling class is role-playing the New Cadets and indoctrinating regimented way of living, the other half is enduring destitutions, physical and mental strain for discipline in acquiring the latest tactics, techniques and procedures in structural clearance used by elite special operations forces in their Close Quarter Battle (CQB) training.
An additional duty is what comes with progressing to the subsequent level as second class cadets that requires edification. Accomplishing the Squad Leaders’ Orientation Course (SLOC) for MASIDTALAK Class of 2023 proposes them steering principles on the control of two inferior classes.
Actual maneuvers and tacks in combatting felons and fostering public welfare similar to military operations is what the incoming second class cadets will correspondingly undertake, being it one of the highpoints of the Academy’s summer training, the Basic Internal Security Operation Course (BISOC).
Public Safety Intervention Course (PSIC) involving Civil Disturbance Management (CDM), Police Operational Procedures (POP) which offers circumstances to be possibly encountered by the cadets that will develop their skills, abilities and decision-making. Fundamental disarming of pistol, arresting techniques and the conduct of hot pursuit fulfills the activities of the course. LAYAG-DIWA Class of 2024 likewise will gain knowledge concerning ethics of police service through the mandatory annual carrying out of the International Criminal Investigative Training Assistance Program or the ICITAP course.
For the fourth class cadets to be the incoming exemplar of the corps, they took the Role Model Cadet Seminar, before receiving the incoming Class of 2025. Furthermore, an assortment of approaches to be employed in integrating potentials of a leader was imparted in the curriculum.
"Steel-clad with intelligence, skills and driven with burning heart, a PNPA cadet primes himself to wrangle war opposing injustice, mediocrity, degeneracy, and aggression. These trainings, seminars, and courses refines us to be a triumphant leader and resilient defenders of justice, peace, and democracy."
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