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====The Batcave====
*It took ages before I managed to escape that nuthouse. I'm half surprised the butler didn't send one of the "soldiers" to retrieve me, but I suppose I ought not to complain. I spent the car ride home in thought, wondering what my next steps ought to be. I get out of that ridiculous automobile, and head straight to the computer, ignoring the pleas of my servant for medical attention*
Alfred- Master Bruce, look at the state of you!
Bruce- I'm fine Alfred. Had a run-in with Clayface, that's all.
*Alfred examines my muddied cape, now draped over the chair*
Alfred- I noticed. You do recall who cleans your suit don't you?
*I smile, nod, then continue my work. Good old Alf. Faithful as always*
Alfred- Master Clark called earlier, I tried to patch him into the cowl, but to no avail. Ms Gordon is the "computer whiz" after all. Something about a lead on those cosmic readings?
*Clark? What's he on about now?*
Bruce- Who-? Clark, you say?
Alfred- Yes, they believe it's something to do with the Society. I- Are you alright sir?
Bruce- Couldn't be better.
*There's a sudden rush of activity from above, someone's turning the dial on that clock of his, and sure enough, there she is. 'My doting wife,' Selina*
Bruce- Alfred. Give us a moment would you?
Alfred- Yes sir. Ms Kyle.
*He goes through the cave entrance and returns to the relative comfort of the manor above us. I place my hand on her shoulder to comfort her, and run my finger through that short black hair of hers. I'd forgotten how attractive she was*
Selina- Bruce? What're you doing back here, Arkham's a mess, and-
Bruce- Selina, please. Gordon can take care of the inmates, you ought to have more faith in the man.
Selina- It's not Gordon I don't trust. It's everyone else on the force.
Bruce- Heh. Perhaps we should take this upstairs, no?
*I move in for a kiss, but instead she leaves me hanging. I grasp my side-arm just in case. She looks me up and down. Then she slaps me across the face*
Selina- You're not Bruce.
*I smirk.*
Hush- No. But I'll think you'll find I'm the next best thing.
====Arkham Asylum====
*When I come to, Hush is gone. Hagen too. I on the other hand awoke on the ground, my skull bloody- I must have been thrown down. My belt's gone, and my cowl cracked on impact. I look up and I see the rotting carcass of some godforsaken animal and I realise where I am. They've dumped me Croc's Lair. I see the water ripple, I can feel the ground shake as he moves. And I know for a fact that he's starving*
Croc- Well wha' da we have 'ere? Is that a Bat I smell?
Batman- I don't have time for this Croc.
Croc- Shame. Ah guess we'll have ta reschedule
*Hnh. That never works. If I had my grapnel, I could simply travel up that chute. The only way out now is through Croc. There's got to be something I can use*
Croc- Tryna' hide? I knows yer scent Batman. Smells of sweat! You afraid boy?
*I pull on a rusted pipe, bursting it. Croc howls, temporarily blinded, I use that distraction to slide under his legs. If I'm right there's a way to the central pump room from here. As of a few minutes, or perhaps hours, Tommy is the priority*
Croc- I'll find you Batman! An' I'll rip you limb from limb!
*I'm beginning to remember. Tommy was talking to Hagen while they were carrying me off. What was it?! What was he saying?*
====Wayne Manor====
*Doctor Thomas Elliott. The pyscho currently chasing me through these halls. Calls himself Hush. I'll never know how Bruce was ever friends with him. The guy's insane, deluded and narcissistic. I reckon he hates wearing Bruce's face. It must burn him up inside, to wear the face of the man he hates so much. Considering what he's done to me over the years, it feels pretty good knowing he's in constant pain. But it also makes him even more dangerous to me, and to everyone living here. He's already fought off Alfred. I didn't even get a good look at what he was doing to the computer- transferring funds maybe? Tommy *has* been a little strapped for cash lately, but this head on approach doesn't seem much like him*
Hush- Selina-! Where are you? Where's "my" blushing bride? Say! What has it been Kitty? Two? Three years? To think I didn't even get invited! His childhood friend. Heck, I should have been his best man no? Who *did* he pick again? Grayson? Superman? Don't tell me he chose Alf! That'd be sad! Heh- How are those scars by the way?
*I make my move now, I throw the suit of armour I was hiding behind at him, then I pounce. My claws an inch from his face*
Selina- How are yours, *Tommy*?
Hush- My wounds have healed. A shame about yours.
*He's going for his gun. I kick it away, but in doing so I leave myself vunerable. Hush throws me off of him, and battles me for it*
Hush- You know it was me, right? The man who got you crazy kids to admit to those pesky feelings of yours!
*Like I said, delusional*
Selina- Please, we all know that it was Eddie's plan
Hush- And yet, how does it feel, to have a relationship built on lies and betrayal?
*He's got the gun again, but I've got the clip. He tries firing, but fails*
Selina- Seems like every other one I had
Hush- How very Shakespearean. It melts my-
====Arkham Asylum====
*By the time I get to the island's surface I'm cold, wet and angry, and no closer to figuring out Tommy's endgame. Not only that but- strange. Where's the car? Oh no. Then it comes to me, what Hush had said- "Professor Strange keeps a Batsuit in his office. Bring it to me. Don't worry, I'm not taking yours Bruce, I'm not going to give away your secret to a lowlife like Hagen. Not when we're... best friends." That can only mean one thing. He's at the manor. I see a nearby police officer, his arm in a sling, resting against a wall*
Batman- Give me your car keys.
====Wayne Manor====
Hush- -heart.
*He smiles again. He smiles Bruce's smile. It sickens me*
====The Batcave====
Bruce- Alfred! Damian! Selina!
*The car's parked. He's here. And then I hear the gunshot.
Bruce- Tim! Dick! Cassandra!
*I knock the clock aside and run. There at the end of the hallway is an image I've seen once before. Thomas Elliott dead on the ground. Killed by a bullet through his chest*
Bruce- Selina...
Bus No.: 2
Class: De Luxe
Body: Santarosa Philippines
Model: SR NV620
Engine: Hyundai D6AC
Route: Cubao-Baguio
Location: McArthur Highway, Tarlac, Tarlac
Nagarkot, Nepal
Two Women working on the side of the road in Nagarkot, Nepal.
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a7s + Helios-81 53/2 Automat (ГЕЛИОС-81 2/53 АВТОМАТ)
The Helios-81 Automat has a Kiev 10/15 mount. There is no adapter for this mount so I did a mount conversion and made it M42.
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:) thanks Erin for being such a wonderful model! and thanks Ryan and Jason for your help with shooting :D
====Gotham City- The Big Day====
For the past eight days, Gotham has been at the mercy of an unseen killer. Day after day the death toll has risen. Only some of us know who's the perpetrator- Julian Day. The Calendar Man. In spite of this, life continued as always. People got up, got dressed, and went to work. But something was off. All around the city we felt one thing- Dread. Everyone knew it was coming. That the same pyschopath terrorising the city for the past eight days would strike again. But nothing happened. No bald eagles or mastiffs. No acid baths or deafening noises. People started to relax. Maybe he, whoever he was, gave up? Maybe he was dead. Nothing. And then everything.
It started two hours ago. At exactly 18:00, rush hour, gas canisters placed all across Gotham erupted, releasing fear gas everywhere. Victims of the City of Fear broke down immediately. There were riots, trampling as people ran to cover. It may be Make Your Dream Come True Day, but in actuality it's more of a nightmare. Creatures, nightmarish, monsters crawled out of the sewers to attack. My first thought was that they were more hallucinations, but they felt so much more real. When they attacked, buildings fell. When they roared, the ground shook. Gotham has often been called Hell on Earth, but tonight it feels like it. Tonight, we're alone.
- Commissioner James Gordon
==Butchinsky's, three hours prior==
Faraday- Stay here, I might need back-up
*They call this place Butchinsky's, a bar for the low level crooks here to gather. Our last appointment of the night. If anyone knows something about Day, it'll be Fiasko- everyone we've talked to this afternoon mentioned this watering-hole, as though it's the heart of their little community. We knock on the door and enter. Mopping the countertop is the bartender, Fiasko himself- dressed like a deranged pencil with an oversized bow-tie wrapped around his neck*
Faraday- Leonard Fiasko?
*The Eraser nods*
Len- Len.
Faraday- Agent King Faraday, I'd like to talk about one of your customers
Len- Which one? Believe me, I've got quite the list. To start, Artie is a cheapskate who won't pay his tab, Blake is a money maker, if only for all the drinks he buys his dates, Chuck is a good enough guy but he won't touch the strong stuff, Walker is a lightweight, wine for his missus... and Gar's surprisingly pretentious. Fireball. The heck even is that?
Faraday- I was actually talking about Julian Day.
Len- Oh. Well he likes cocktails-
Faraday- No, that's not... How would you describe mr Day?
*Eraser continues mopping the counter, talking as he does so*
Len- Pays his tab, what else can you ask for
====Brown Cottage====
*Charles Brown, Kite-Man answers almost immediately, watering his potted plant and sipping his herbal tea*
Chuck- Well that's easy, quiet. Keeps to himself mostly
====Clayton's Steakhouse====
*The country music behind us blares. Sharp leans in close, barbecue sauce smeared on his face, still chewing on his ribs*
Chancer- Wuwian Way? *swallows* He's a bumbling loser. He's a joiner, not a leader
====Gotham Circus====
*Blake signs a few autographs, then strokes his panther, Sasha he calls it, affectionately, laughing heartily*
Blake- Jules? A barrel of laughs. Though they're usually at his expense.
====Crazy Quilt's====
*Paul Dekker grabs us a drink. I know his reputation, so I politely decline*
Dekker- Julian, let me tell you about Julian! Simply marvelous my dear. Marvelous. Like your friend, Miss-?
====Butchinsky's====
Faraday- Has he ever displayed any violent tendencies?
Len- Nah, no. Sure, there's been plenty of bar fights, but never Julian
Chuck- No. Never. Has something happened?
Chancer- Heh. Guy wouldn't hurt a fly.
Blake- Violent? He's a dainty flower!
Dekker- Nope. Very delicate.
====Butchinsky's====
Faraday- That will be all Mr Fiasko.
*Eraser ignores me as I leave, still stacking shelves as the door closes*
Armstrong- Well did you get anything?
Faraday- Not a thing. That's our sixth visit, and not one of them has had a clue about Day.
Armstrong- They're covering for him.
Faraday- It's a possibility, yes, but I'm not so sure. Listen, It's nearly rush hour, I better get back to the office. Need a lift?
====Inside====
*I hear the pigs leave, and immediately I jump under the table, muttering "shit!" as I look for the shotgun. Jules you fucking idiot. I grab the bullets, then run out the backdoor*
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For Drury's talk with the Feds, refresh your memory with "A Mothpoint Interlude- One Year On"
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This is what my week will look like. I can't wait to start reading it!
Oh, and for you nerdfighters out there, yeah, I got a hanklerfish. The bookstore I went to had tons of them. Be jealous. =D
Picture of the signature and hanklerfish in comments.
To all you non-nerdfighters, go watch the vlogbrothers on youtube. Right now.
Also, I bought a Wreck This Journal today as well. Excited!
Oh, two more things. 1. I went to see my new bunnies today, and they're growing so fast! I can't wait until they're old enough for me to get them! 2. Max is being put down tomorrow. I'll miss him.
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Triumph 2000 Mk.2 estate.
The registration number is now on a black 2012 Subaru Legacy SE CVT estate.
Finally finished my NS 6400 just in time for Legoworld. It's powered by a 9V battery (a Lithium Ion one with 780mah so that it can actually run for two hours) in its Lego box. It is controlled by a PFx Brick which is integrated in the short hood. The plan is to have a XL speaker in the middle part of the long hood but unfortunately the cable was just 2 cm too short... Oh and yes, the drivetrain is just a regular PF train motor. But man does that thing run!