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crystalelemental · 3 years

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Pokemon HeartGold - Team Personalities

The team is finally assembled. Didn’t take as long as I expected to get the Extremespeed Dratini. If you can believe it, I’ve never run a Dragonite for a main playthrough of a game before. I always felt like Dratini here showed up too late with too low a level to be worth training. But we’re gonna do it this time. I’ve also never run Tentacruel ever, never finished my run with Furret, and haven’t run Meganium in what feels like an eternity. So this has been a pretty fun team.

I have considered trading Dratini for Ho-oh, but probably won’t wind up doing that.

Maple the Meganium (Impish nature; somewhat vain) Razor Leaf, Headbutt (Body Slam), Leech Seed, Synthesis Maple is a trickster and a troublemaker. She can be rather full of herself, and likes to fight less for the thrill of combat than to show off. Her preferred method is through sheer irritation, keeping herself constantly healed and laughing off the best attempts of the opponent to damage her. She’s a bit of a snot that way. Despite being the first Pokemon of the team, she’s a little too laid-back, preferring to let Giselle do all the rallying and whatnot. She’s just here to have a good time.

Giselle the Furret (Adamant nature; likes to thrash about) Headbutt (Strength?), Shadow Claw, Dig, Sucker Punch A serious and dedicated brawler, out to prove themselves more than a match for the so-called “stronger” Pokemon of the world. She’s all about direct confrontation, and pushes the team forward. In a way, she’s more the leader than Maple is, despite Maple being the first to join. She keeps her ambitions high, and wants the others to do the same. She can Blanche can get into fights often over who is the strongest in the team. As leader, she often takes on fights where no one has a clear edge, determined to prove herself the most useful. While there are some who would debate that belief, none can deny her tenacity.

Blanche the Steelix (Sassy nature; hates to lose) Rock Throw (Stone Edge), Rock Tomb (Earthquake), Headbutt, Rock Polish (Iron Tail) Blanche is snarky and snappy, and the oldest of the group by age. She considers the younger members more like rivals, and is competitive to a fault. Though that fault is really more in her high-risk high-reward style. She consistently plays with low accuracy attacks that, in theory, should have stronger power behind them. Unfortunately, her inability to consistently hit targets is notorious within the group. From the time she was an Onix, she had a horrific habit of missing attacks, including five Rock Throw misses against Bugsy. However, there are other times when her attacks connect repeatedly despite disaster, such as hitting five times in a row as the opponent used Sand Attack each round of combat. This has led to the group questioning if her eyesight is starting to go, but she denies this claim.

Elena the Kadabra (Modest nature; loves to eat) Psybeam (Psychic), Confusion (Shadow Ball), Recover, Reflect Elena likes to keep to herself, and lets the others rush into battle first, often taking on jobs as more of a cleanup crew. She doesn’t mind. It’s not much, but it’s honest work. And with how the others can be, there is...often a lot of cleanup. Between Blanche’s shaky accuracy, Giselle always punching above her weight class, and Maple sometimes missing Leech Seed, there are plenty of fights she has to take over. And although the others will never admit it, she’s pretty transparently the powerhouse of the team.

Clara the Tentacruel (Timid nature; often dozes off) Surf, Ice Beam, Sludge Bomb, Hidden Power Electric Clara is the youngest of the group by age. A shy child who joined up with the team to see the world beyond the ocean. She has a lot of fun, but is sometimes scared of the intense nature of some of her colleagues. She likes Maple well enough, thinking she’s funny and relaxed, and acts as somewhat of an understudy to Elena. Perhaps because of this, Clara is also incredibly skilled, taking after her mentor in the art of “annihilate anything in your path” style. She’s fairly quiet, and thus often takes a back seat to the more ambitious members of the party, but is incredibly adept at battling.

Diana the Dratini (Jolly nature; alert to sounds) Extremespeed, Waterfall, Thunder Wave (Fly), Twister (Dragon Claw) A prodigy child, born with wisdom and power seen once every thousand generations. A miracle gift from the heavens, bestowed upon the team from the sacred Dragon’s Den following their trials. Diana is proud of her heritage, resolved in her destiny of greatness within the world, and mostly relegated to packing all the HMs the others don’t want to learn. She finds it incredibly demeaning, but tries to consider it a form of challenge; a limitation placed upon her to test her profound gifts. She is determined to overcome this undignified fate, and rise to become a champion.

#pokemon heartgold #meganium #furret #steelix #kadabra #tentacruel #dratini #favorite pokemon teams #pokemon team personalities

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guardianreadersofthegalaxy · 4 years

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Dom’s mini Who reviews - the awful episodes

Arachnids In The UK – The Trump guy reminded me of Monobrow Man from the Hobbit films, an irrelevant dick who never learns anything. Also the Doctor murders all the spiders, then is a huge hypocrite about it. Great CGI though.

The Battle of Ranskoor Av Kolos – Not a battle. Also not a finale. I don’t for a second believe Graham could kill someone. Wasted obstacle of the planet’s trippy atmosphere and the Ux are boring. Yas & the Doctor relegated to exposition. Great production design though.

Extremis – Total non-event. Moffat way too pleased with himself about the number thing. Farce of the Doctor pretending to not be blind played out for far too long. Yet more people cowering in fear at the awesome, legendary heroic legend of the Doctor.

Fear Her – Dull setting. Dull everything. And the Doctor & Rose are insufferable.

The Ghost Monument – A gentle stroll from A to B. Killer bedsheets. Deus Ex Machina ending. Ryan, Yas & Graham’s second appearance and they’re already side-lined in favour of supporting characters. The long take at the start is great though.

The Idiot’s Lantern – Dull setting! Maureen Lipman got money for being in this which makes me sad.

Kill The Moon – Interesting abortion debate ruined by having the pro-choice advocate be a grumpy stranger. Clara could have wiped out the human race. Courtney’s only slightly annoying but Clara & the Doctor take way too long before sending her back to the TARDIS. Excruciating overuse of ‘A Good Man?’ that makes the BBC look like amateurs.

Knock Knock – Dull setting. Obviously evil landlord never raises an eyebrow from the tenants. Rubbish creature design. Pulls its punches on the body horror. I like it when the Doctor says that everyone loves insects though. “They’re fascinating!”

The Long Game – I don’t know why, but this is a rubbish future. I think it’s the garish production design, it looks cheap and feels like a set. The mad thing is, my favourite episode of the whole show is in the same location. I’ll never understand that

The Name of The Doctor – Another total non-event. Smith’s whole tenure’s climax is River Song saying his name on mute. Clara sacrifices herself but then she’s fine. What would have been wrong with Paul McGann doing the 50th?

Orphan 55 – More superfluous supporting characters than ever before. A pointless rescue mission that leads nowhere other than people chatting on a windowless bus. I understand the desire to be unambiguous about the theme but it comes across as patronising. The dregs look good though.

Planet of the Dead – Davies’s writing at its silliest. This is too light to be taken seriously but can’t make up for that by being actually funny. Michelle Ryan is easily the least likeable companion and the writers’ attempts to convince you otherwise backfire. What a waste of Daniel Kaluuya.

The Rings of Akhaten – Annoying autotuned singing child. The Doctor creepily stalking Clara all through her life. Why does a leaf causing two people to meetcute make it the most important leaf in the universe? Also Matt Smith ‘A C T S’ his speech, which I hate.

The Tsuranga Conundrum – I can hardly remember this one. The Pting is unintimidating. An interesting obstacle of the ‘fam’ recovering from injuries is instantly jettisoned so we can learn more about a medic who promptly dies.

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bakashidan · 5 years

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TaS - The Sims 4 Farr Dynasty (1#1)

I’ve played TS4 for so long and have done lots of challenge (though without ever sharing about my experiences), but I have never had done the legacy challenge. Seeing that I currently have nothing to do in my game aside from the 30-days Build It challenge, obviously I decided to have a little fun with one of the biggest, oldest challenge around 🙌

Instead of creating a new sim from scratch, I picked out a randomly generated townie. This allowed me to have a completely random sim whose traits and aspiration are alien to me - since I have a tendency to make my sims look and have certain traits - while also introducing me to the freak show that is Maxis’s choice of... well, je ne sais quoi.

The game did a good job on utilizing all my cc, that’s for sure.

So here is the founder of the soon-to-be Farr Dynasty: Robin Farr.

Driven out of home by her parents, Robin Farr promises to create a far (pun not intended) greater legacy to prove her worth. She moves out to a small island near Windenburg, settling down on an empty land, with what little changes she’s saved up from her job as a leaf cutter. That’s right, folks. Our miss Farr is a gardener. Now that’s something I’ve never truly played with, despite having the seasons expansion.

Following the basic rules of the challenge, the succession laws I follow are gender equality, traditional, merit, and brood. I considered the exemplar law, but then again it would be far more interesting to see which child tries to lick ass the most :D plus I rarely interact with children in my game plays, so the hates children trait really sits well with me. What doesn’t sit well instead is the scoring sheet, since I will most likely forget to tally all my dos and don’ts to even know my score at all due to college works. I also set down the quality to laptop mode due to having to work on another 3D rendering program, so my graphic in game looks quite crap.

Traits: Romantic, Geek, and Hates children. Hmmm.

After setting my money to §1800, I had to send her off to work because the damn phone is starting to explode with the boss’s calls. She brought home §175, a meager sum which I doubt would even be useful at all to help me build a house - SOOO I set her out to visit the neighbors, the Bro household and the Bjergsens. Robin had free meals over at the Bros’ and introduced herself to Bjorg Bjergsen and his smallest daughter, whom she had the misfortune of having to entertain. That little interaction gave her a 6 hours tense moodlet, lol.

That being said, right after the little imp scampered away to play in a leaf pile, Bjorg made a move on Robin and DUH, of course she retaliated back. They were watching a romantic movie together, sitting by each other’s side with flirtatious jokes flung around, generally having a really suggestive time a homeless person and a rich father of two shouldn’t be having. Then Clara Bjergsen came in, and Bjorg got embarrassed just in time before his wife caught on them. Robin left the house with a plate of warm turkey dinner and a dirty little secret I might had planned to cultivate.

She left the house to go back and sleep at the Bros’, I might add. That earned her a negative relationship with Joaquin, but also a significant boost to her romantic relationship with Sergio for no other reason than all the flirting the two kept doing because they were under the influence of the steamy ginseng juice Joaquin brewed. So much for trying to get her out of the house, Le Chien.

The romance went steady even with all the sneaking around Bjorg led Robin to do - he asked her to dinner right after he fought with Clara, took her to the humor and hijinks festival, and had a date to the park - and at the end of the day, Sergio’s romance meter was higher than Bjorg’s. Fuck it, I thought. Persuading good ole Bjorg to get a divorce is way harder than marrying Sergio. On their third dinner date Robin asked Sergio out, and he immediately followed up with a proposal. It might be because they were celebrating his birthday or whatever, dunno, but she said yes - and they eloped on impulse Θ_Θ)> The news didn’t sit well with Bjorg, who asked Robin out to another outing right after her sudden wedding.

He hated it. The old man argued with Robin and threw her drinks until suddenly, Clara Bjergsen came inside the bar, looking shocked to see her husband so violent. It prompted him to stop fighting with Robin, but the deed is done and the love is gone. Whatever fling they had had gone down the drain, even as Robin tried to smoothly recover and apologize (jackass had the nerves to shove her in response!). So I moved her out of the bar, heading to the art gallery, a place where she usually unwinds... with Jade Dragon. Seriously though, this game needs a heavy PG rating - and not just because there are super R-rated mods in the community :>

After three plates of chicken nuggets and unwinding with the bubble blower, I couldn’t force the poor girl to walk home when she’s already jackshit hammered.

So she slept in the art gallery and was late to her work - oh, joy! - and I automatically switched to Sergio. He was chatting up Joaquin in front of a Japanese restaurant I put in Newcrest and Joaquin didn’t exactly look thrilled about it; so maybe he was asking Joaquin to be a godfather or something? Is this a sign from SimGod that some ~spicy~ woohoo is on the way that night?

Anyhow, because the lad had a day off, I fulfilled all the requirements for his promotion and bought some basic furniture to fill a 6x8 room. I crammed a (used) double futon, a baby basket, a toddler bed, a high chair, a fridge, a toilet, a bath tub, and a workstation as efficient as I could and bought some more decoration mod that resembled hastily given wedding gifts (clothes rack, shoe rack, and an ‘adults only’ neon sign that I put up for no other reason than looking cool during nighttime). Must’ve been heaven for Sergio, seeing as he was a materialistic sim. Building the whole room costed me an arm and a leg, and when Robin came back home the two of them had a quick, free meal to save on their food expenses.

Later that night, Joaquin invited Robin to dinner and Sergio tagged along. True to their action earlier, the bros started talking again about SimGod-knows-what and the conversation took a pretty strange turns when bubbles of sun, diaper, baseball gloves, and an anti-Sergio one poured out of Joaquin’s mouth lol. Is he rejecting Sergio’s offer? Is he dissing his bro? Is he really not bad-mouthing Robin, the one whom he had bad relations with?

Sims are... fickle????????

“Yo, what the fuck, bro.” -Sergio 2k19

On the side notes, while these three were having a serious conversation, the Landgraab couples came and copulated in front of the entry way. I never would’ve seen it coming, not even when the blue notification box popped up and notified the whole world about their intimate times. I luuurve WickedWhims, but sometimes it’s just too much hassle - both the setting and the random sex pair ups. Teen Alexander Goth came by and excitedly took a picture of the event (shame that NPCs can’t exactly take a picture, though).

Even more later on that night, after they went back to Joaquin’s place from dinner, a certain someone couldn’t keep their hands inside their pockets and flirted a lot. And by a lot, I mean a whole damn lot. Sergio finally won over Robin’s reluctance and they tried for baby inside his old closet while Joaquin took over Sergio’s old bed and slept on it. It took a single try for Robin to carry a kid from the suave tech guru, whereas with Bjorg none of the hot dilly dally even produced in anything but the cum slut spermatozoa fluid hussy moodlet. Good thing she broke up with Bjorg, right?

No.

God, I don’t even want to relish the next part ever again. Possibly one the worst drama I’ve witnessed in sim history, even with the knowledge that all kinds of activity that happens is probably mutually agreed upon. But hey, the worst is yet to come... I think. And the next part of our first generation is going to be a grim and heavy, but I won’t forget to add all the cute parts that popped up here and there. Rewriting my experience so far has made me realize just how dramatic a sims gameplay can be 🤔🤣

Special thanks to all the amazing creators whose mods I use during my gameplay, and to ChilliP0uch for talking me into joining this challenge ♥

#the sims 4 #ts4 #ts4 legacy challenge #the sims 4 legacy #Farr Dynasty #Farr Dynasty Legacy Challenge #ts4 cc #sims 4 story #First generation legacy #sims 4 gardener #sims 4 cc in picture

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blueyesandleatherjacket · 5 years

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Ghost of you, 18/?

Volume: 1.

Number of parts: 18/?.

Pairings: Human!Nine x Rose; Human!Ten x Jack; Clara Oswald x Olivia Baxter (OC).

Synopsis: "All she could see through her teary eyes was the body of the man who once was her friend laying on the ground surrounded by bloody pieces of gauzes. It made her heart more painful and her guilt crushed her. She squeezed her eyes shut. She didn’t want to see this anymore. She couldn’t handle it any longer."

A/N: I've started writing this fiction last year after I had a particularly weird dream (as usual) and after I wrote the prologue, I've put it aside to work on other stuff. I've gone back to it not so long ago and decided that it would be the fiction I would post next, after not posting anything for a while. I must have watched I am legend and Game of thrones way too much to come out with something like this but I hope you will like it. I am not a scientist, nor did I have a particular knowledge of sciences. I do my researches on the internet like everyone to make sure everything is as close to the reality as possible. I have a literature degree only. Writing is what I do and it makes me explore next fields, and learn new things.

“Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.” - Norman Cousins.

CHAPTER 18:

Liv was devastated and no one could blame her for this. They could blame her for everything else but not for being devastated. It was all her fault. She had been the first one in the cage and she had thought she could do it. She had thought she could do the impossible. She had thought that she could actually save the man who saved her years ago… She had miserably failed. Maxence Spitz had died while she was trying to save him. His brain and body hadn’t been able to handle the struggle anymore. Piercing holes in his skull had been the last straw. Now, Liv had her hands covered with his blood, blood that she was spreading on her suit as she rocked herself. Tears were clouding her sight and sobs were making it hard for her to breathe. She couldn’t care less. She didn’t deserve to live when she had killed her friend. “Liv?” All she could see through her teary eyes was the body of the man who once was her friend laying on the ground surrounded by bloody pieces of gauzes. It made her heart more painful and her guilt crushed her. She squeezed her eyes shut. She didn’t want to see this anymore. She couldn’t handle it any longer. “Liv!” She could hear his voice now but she didn’t react to it. It was her grief speaking. Just a memory in a spectral form. It was no way to remember this fantastic man. She preferred keeping the precious memories of him smiling and laughing, the priceless image of the man who took her out of the orphanage when she was sixteen, the picture of him bruised after he got involved in a fight with his biological father who was responsible for her rape, for her miscarriage and her now inability to carry children. She remembered the many nights spent on the phone with him because she couldn’t sleep without nightmares, the many times he came over so she wouldn’t be alone and do something she would regret later. “Olivia!” She ignored the sound of his voice, ignored her full name – he was the only one allowed to use it but usually never did – ignored his hands on her shoulders shaking her. It was all part of an hallucination. A metaphor of her devastation. She wished it could be a nightmare she would wake up from. It would be easier to handle the death of the man who had saved her, to handle the fact that when she was given the chance to, she couldn’t save his life. She was a failure and he was gone forever. How could she ever cope with this? “Liv, please!” He was begging her now. What was she supposed to do? Ignore him, replied her reason. And she did. She shut her eyes even tighter and rocked herself faster as he was shaking her to make her leave her autistic condition. “Don’t give up on me now.” The voice was different. It should be more like an echo but it was somehow normal. The accent wasn’t the right one either. Londoner accent with a bit of Scottishness behind. It wasn’t Maxence but Tegan. She wasn’t having hallucinations. It was her new boss shaking her and calling her. And she still wasn’t reacting. “Olivia, please, look at me.” The hands moved from her shoulders to her protected face. They were cold, imprisoned into covers of latex gloves. Sterilised. Everything here was too sterilised. Even death was too clean in this place. It was oppressing and she already couldn’t breathe. Her green eyes met worried crinkled brown ones. Tegan. He was forcing her to connect back to reality but she didn’t want to. “You did everything right, Liv.” He was trying to reassure her but it was useless. She knew well that what she had done wasn’t right. It hadn’t saved Maxence. How could it be right when he was dead? She could never believe it. She could never forgive herself. “His brain was suffering from that pressure. You had no other choice.” She had had the choice. She had had the choice of doing things right for once and not screwing everything up as usual. What would Rose think of her now? She was the one who murdered her husband. “You saved his life, Olivia. You saved him.” Liv blinked at those words and she looked at Tegan for the very first time since he had been trying to reach her. How could she have saved him? Tegan was explaining her that drilling holes on his skull relieved the brain from the pressure killing him. Those holes hadn’t had any consequence. Tegan had cleaned the area and finished the improvised surgery. Maxence now had a bandage around his head and his chest was slowly rising and falling. On top of it, he had his eyes open and his hand was trying to reach hers. He was thankful that she had been there to save him. Finally, she reacted. She caught his hand, she squeezed it tight and cried harder. He was alive. She hadn’t failed. Relief filled her and this time, the tears that flowed on her cheeks were tears of happiness. But he wasn’t in the clear yet. “Mickey and Zach are installing a full medical unit in here. We’ll keep an eye on him at all time. We are very close, Liv.” Close. But close to what? Find a cure? She was losing all hope about this. Maxence wasn’t gonna hold on for too long. After his heart, it had been his brain. If it happened again, he would die. She wouldn’t be able to save him once again. “I need to run new scans on him. Can you help me?” Liv acquiesced slowly as her mind was restarting. She was trying to recover her calm but the strong emotions had her drained physically and emotionally. She would need a topper. She didn’t even know if they had any in this building. She would have to ask Rory. But first, she needed to get off this suit. The visor of her helmet was steamy and she felt claustrophobic. She needed to breathe fresh air. “Dear God, Liv! Are you alright?” Clara. Clara had run to her and Liv felt guilty for forgetting her in the numerous reasons why she had to keep on fighting, why she had to stay alive. Clara Oswald, her girlfriend, the woman she loved deeply. The brunette fell to her knees and checked for any sign of physical wounds before hugging her so tight against her that the doctor felt her lungs be purged of all their air. Tegan cleared his throat. “Clara.” “Oh. Yes. Sure. Of course. The crate’s there. We can go.” Tegan got up, leaving the two women to pull themselves back together. He unlocked the crate and opened it. Maxence was still conscious but he clearly was groggy. He wasn’t aware of what was going on and he wouldn’t like it when he would realise where they were taking him. He hadn’t liked it the first time. There was no reason for him to like it now. Tegan transferred his mentor’s body in the crate. Maxence didn’t protest or fight him. The crate was locked again with him inside and Liv and Clara helped Tegan to carry it to the scanner zone. Maxence didn’t react either when they pulled him out of the crate and lay him down on the table for the scanner. They tied him down, just in case, but he was so calm it was scary. The scan was specially to check the damages his brain might be suffering from with this attack. Liv was hiccuping when they settled down in the monitors’ room. While Tegan was busy with the machine, Clara pulled off the top of her hazmat suit and did the same for Liv. Her poor girlfriend was shaking like a leaf. She was holding on to the nerves but the latest blow in her shield had seriously rattled her. Clara was afraid she might not hold on anymore. She cupped her cheek tenderly but the doctor got no reaction. “Talk to me, Livie. Please.” Liv blinked at the sound of her girlfriend’s voice and looked up at her. She realised that she was holding back her breath when she started seeing black dots. She released it. She hadn’t noticed what she was doing, hadn’t noticed that Clara was there by her side and talking to her and touching her. She opened her mouth but no word came out. Her mind was as empty as a blank sheet. “You’ve done what you had to do. He’s okay.” “No visible damages on the scans. No more pressure on the brain. He’s in the clear for now.” It should have been relieving to Liv but she couldn’t find it in herself. For now. They were all aware that the next fit would be the last. His strengths were lessening. Their hope too. He was being obedient, wasn’t moving in the scanner but he was suffering. Tegan could see it on the scans. The pain was overwhelming him. He didn’t say it to the women. No need to add more on Liv’s shoulders. He sent the results to his computer and erased them from this monitor. “Help me bring him back and settling him down in the cage. After that, Liv, you’re off duty.” “But…” she began. “There’s no buts. I want you to rest and to have a chat with the doctor Burnley. You’ll get back to work only if she says you’re able to.” Liv wasn’t happy with that decision. She hated therapists like everyone did. Tegan couldn’t know about the past ones she had seen though. None of them had helped her like Maxence. She doubted Amy Burnley would be of any help to her but it was an order and she had to do it, even if she didn’t want to.

“Rose, you can’t keep that to yourself. You need to speak with someone.” Rose sighed but didn’t stop what she was doing. The moment they had been told that Maxence was in the clear, she had run back to her office and taken the piles of paper waiting for her. It was all the formulas Maxence and her had found so far. She had to compare them, found their flaws and sent them to Tegan for approval. It had to be done before the next day ended. Her heart was telling her that Maxence wouldn’t have the strength to fight the noctiagus any longer. “I don’t have time to speak. I have to study all of this.” “We can do both.” “No. I have to focus entirely on these papers.” “Your husband just died in this cage.” “And the fact it happened means we have less time than expected.” “I’ve seen him too.” Rose grabbed a red pen, trying to ignore Amy’s voice. She needed to work on this formula and find the reason why none of them was right. They were in something but there was that mistake somewhere that was slowing down their progress. She wouldn’t sleep or eat until she found this stupid mistake and made everything clearer. However, the therapist’s words stopped her hand before it started writing on the blank sheet of paper she had pulled out of a drawer. Sometimes writing by hand was better than any computer. “What?” Rose turned around to face Amy. Was she mocking her? It would be very unfair of her especially after what they spoke about earlier. She was in no mood for this shit. “After you ran out of the room, I saw him. His ghost. He wanted me…” Her voice trailed off. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to tell that to Rose after all. Maybe she should just shut the hell up. But now that she had started her sentence, Rose wanted to know. She was waiting for the end of that sentence and Amy was so thankful for this unexpected friendship Rose had offered her that she couldn’t ruin it all now. She bit her bottom lip nervously before she spoke again. “After my son died, I’ve prayed for him to be back in one way or another but it never happened. I kept seeing his shadow or hear echoes of his voice but that was just the manifestation of my grief.” “He died happy, knowing you loved him.” “Maybe that’s why. I’ve never found the reason but I keep looking for him everyday.” Rose dropped the pen on her desk and walked closer to Amy. She took her hand and squeezed it gently. She wanted to know what was the link with Maxence but she knew better than to bring the talk back to her. Amy really needed to let those feelings and thoughts out and speak to someone. “Before I even saw him, I knew you were speaking with him, that he was saying goodbye.” It had shattered her heart to see this and be unable of even helping. She had wished to have had this chance with her son and husband but she never had. And then, Maxence came and told her that her William was watching over her all the time. Now everything felt different and upsetting to her. She didn’t know how to deal with that. “He wanted me to take care of you, to stop you from doing something stupid. He made me promise.” “He didn’t even know you. How could he?” Rose’s voice was soft. She wasn’t judging. She was quietly listening to Amy and trying to understand the situation. She wasn’t mad at her either. She did believe her actually. “He’s met my William:” The sob in her voice was clear and Rose felt her own tears come back to her eyes. She hugged Amy and rubbed her back. The therapist was stiff in her arms but she would relax eventually. She just wasn’t used to hugs, nor was she used to have a friend. “He said my boy was watching over me, that he was happy that I was making friends.” Maxence barely knew Amy. He had never met her boy either. William never came here, in London so… it meant that Maxence really had crossed the line for a moment. That simple idea was terrifying for Rose and she had to master the overwhelming fear sneaking under her skin. Amy needed comfort as much as she did. They were all emotionally exhausted and soon enough, something tragic would happen. She could feel it in her core. If it wasn’t Maxence, then who? “Your son can be proud of you, doctor. You’re helping us all to make progress and you make some yourself. Help me find this cure and save the world, Amy, and we’ll sit down around a drink to speak about him all you want to.” Amy could have taken it wrong. The turn of Rose’s sentence could have made her think that she only wanted to get rid of her moment of sadness to work on the cure quicker. Maybe it was, but her words meant a lot to Amy. No one ever offered her to speak about her little boy. So much time had passed and she was starting to forget the features of his face despite the pictures, the sound of his voice and of his laugh despite the videos, his smell, the feeling of his skin against hers, the feeling of his arms hugging her. She swallowed her sobs. She desperately needed to speak about her little boy but he was gone. He didn’t need any saving anymore. Maxence did. The world did. So she broke the hug and rolled up the sleeves of her shirt. “Where do we start?” Rose gave her a smile but there was so much sadness in it that Amy knew she felt bad for pushing that talk to later. If Maxence’s life hadn’t been in the scales, she would have sat down and listened to her without any delay. That simple fact warmed her heart and she was even more willing to work on that cure. She didn’t have much acknowledge in the field of molecular biology but she doubted Rose would give her something that complex to her. “I’ve been such a mess lately that my notes are in disorder. Thankfully, I’ve numerated them all. Can you help me classify them?” That definitely was something she could do. Rose separated the notes in two piles and gave her one. They were halfway through their classification when they heard a knock on the door. Rose turned around and frowned when she saw Liv and Clara waiting behind the glass door. Liv still looked completely devastated and Clara was holding her lovingly against her, supporting her so she wouldn’t collapse. By the looks on their faces, Rose just knew that Liv would collapse if Clara wasn’t holding her. She saved her husband, but she also was the one who had his life between her hands. She was convinced that she had killed him when they had all seen her save him. A blow like this one had hit her right in the core and it was as hard to handle as the rape she had been a victim of fifteen years ago. “I think this is for you, doctor Burnley.” Rose unlocked the door as Amy raised her head from the notes she was reading to look at the newcomers. No explanation was necessary. She was here when the doctor Olivia Baxter confessed all her feelings while she was trying to save Maxence. She was there when she had broken down. And yet, she hadn’t thought one second that she would come to her. Liv, just like many other persons, didn’t trust therapists and preferred dealing with things by herself. But today, it was impossible. After a quick glance to Rose that silently told her that she would be fine, Amy stood up and faced Liv and Clara who had come in the office. Liv was staring at her feet. She was here against her will. It was Clara who expressed the demand for a session. “We should go to my office if you don’t mind.” Amy led the way. It was weird to go back to her office. All her sessions were in her patients’ offices lately. But they would be better in her own. She didn’t ignore the heart-breaking look on Liv’s face when they passed by the cages where Maxence had been brought back. He was now lying in his new bed, connected to many machines that were keeping him alive and giving them a better idea of his condition. And it wasn’t brilliant.

Tegan only wanted one thing at the moment: have a closer look to Maxence’s scans. He had seen and noted the most important details but he couldn’t do a proper study of those scans because he was the substitute leader of this place, of the team working on the noctiagus and he had other things to do. As bad as they were, Maxence’s scans could wait. The creation of the cure couldn’t, and that was why he was now walking to the sterile room where Myrtle Appleton was currently detained. She was the key to the whole epidemic, he was certain of that. He would make her speak and give him the results of her own researches. They would complete their researches and they would reach the goal they had all been aiming at for years. He just hoped that she wouldn’t be as unbearable as her brother. However, fate was playing that game he hated, the game where a simple task was becoming a real ordeal because of the obstacles thrown on his way. The very first of those obstacles were the couple of detectives. He had completely forgotten about them and yet, they had been the key that led him to the creator of the noctiagus. That wasn’t nothing. “I usually don’t go to people because I can’t bear their presence but you have forgotten about us and that’s quite annoying.” “You were right,” sighed Tegan. “Myrtle Appleton, that was the right name. Now I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later:” He tried to leave but Camden McCarson blocked him. He wouldn’t let him go before he had what he wanted: Tegan wasn’t in the mood for that. He had more important things to do than satisfy the ego of this detective. Donna was just observing. She wanted to know more about the situation but she also could tell it wasn’t the right moment. “Listen. I’m very thankful for the work you’re doing but we’re about to lose our patient and we have a cure to make. If you don’t mind, I have work to do.” “We found patient zero,” declared Donna as Tegan walked away. This information obviously caught his attention. Having Myrtle Appleton by close by was excellent but having the patient zero was even better. He turned around. The detectives hadn’t moved but their expression was clear: they were exulting because of his reaction to their admission. “Eugène McCoy,” added McCarson. “He was Myrtle’s husband back then. They had a kid together. A daughter. She was born with the Xeroderma Pigmentosum and died before she reached her tenth anniversary.” “Myrtle Appleton was dearly attached to her daughter. The grief drove her crazy.” “Yeah, and she started her researches.” “Where is that Eugene McCoy?” “Dead. He was one of the very first victims.” Tegan swore and walked back to Myrtle Appleton’s cell, leaving the two detectives there without a thank you. He would hear about it later but his anger was only increasing with every minute passing by. This woman was gonna hear about him and he would perhaps give her name to Rose. The woman needed to unleash her rage, to get her revenge for her sick husband. That would only be fair. He was almost there when his phone rang. With another sigh, he picked up the phone. His headache was there but forgotten, the pain in his jaw was still there too but he was ignoring it, focusing everything on his anger and distress. “Tegan Smith. Neurology.” “Doctor Smith, we have a problem.” Rory’s voice. If a member of the security was calling him on this line, it meant that it was important. There wasn’t any alarm so it surely wasn’t a major problem. The trouble with hope in those times was that it was easy to shatter, and Rory’s voice was enough for Tegan to understand that it wasn’t a minor problem. “Can’t it wait?” “I don’t think so.” “What’s going on?” “We found a dead body in one of the labs.” “Who it is?” Tegan’s chest tightened. A bad feeling was overwhelming him now. A death. In the labs. Who could it be? Was it the virus? Had it spread to the whole building? The frightening list of responsibilities that would come after that was giving him anxiety. “Adam Mitchell, sir. It’s a suicide.” “Are you sure about this?” “Yes, sir. What do we do?” Tegan honestly didn’t know. He had never been in this situation. Now, he could add the guilt to the long list of his emotions. What if Adam had made it because of his decision? He was so young… What would he tell his parents if they were still alive? How would he deal with this death in the building?

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The neurologist left the office, his guts completely knotted and his headache definitely worse than earlier. He was dreaming of a good night of sleep but that wouldn’t be before a while. He rushed to the sterile room that was keeping Myrtle Appleton prisoner. His mental image of the scientist was shattered by the actual being. He had never met her before, nor had he read her works. He knew the name but not the face but he had expected her to kinda look like Colin, almost like evil twins. But Myrtle didn’t look anything like him. Less serious, more eccentric, but she had that spark of cold intelligence in her eyes. But she looked more “human”, more manipulable than her brother.

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