Serp Iwashi footsteps were unaturally loud as a certain resonance is held within the tunnels mouth. No pulse running through that skin..no warmth..his movements almost casual if not for the obvious hinderance of such an overbearing sculpture of steel and wires..Stepping nearer as he hovered above the woman..The faintest seism of his weight almost bending the street to his will as those jaws remained clenched above.Lowly hissing slipping through as that immense palm would move to rest atop the right shoulder..a greeting..an acknowledgement..

 

Ashur Kentoku follows Anna's gaze and smiles at the two kittens.

 

Jason Rae looks to Shadowkat with teary eyes, didnt know what point she was making, and keeps crying

 

Ashur Kentoku quickly whips her face toward the tall black figure and narrows her eyes. She watches warily, flexing her clawed fingers....

 

Rogue Tuqiri blinks, the low growls still rolling up and tumbling through her vocal chords as she watched the thing... man... whatever it was, approach. All the hair that dusted her velvety skin was raised, a fear rolling through as she couldn't identify what it he was. Frightened eyes darted to Anna, and she shuddered.

 

Anna Newall feels Serp's hand on her shoulder. Her baser instincts scream out for her to scoop Chan up and run. If her mind were clearer, she would probably listen to that instinct. In her current enraged state, she stands her ground. She imagines that she is channeling Serp's imposing presence through her contact with him. In her mind's eye, her eyes have even begun to glow red as she stares at Chan. "Serp... if you don't mind, I will have to talk to you later. I have an important family matter to attend to here. Chan, I can accept that you really forgot not to ride your scooter... but why did you lie to me about it on the phone? You said you didn't know where it was when it was RIGHt under you."

 

Channel Liberty whimpers, staring up at her mother and Serp faceing her almost as one person, she falls back completely on her tail as she backs against the wall, "ah..ah got mixed up! ah tol'ju ah weres settin' on it after! ah din't mean t' Lie Mumma!!"

 

Channel Liberty brings one hand up protectively as she pushes back against the wall, tears forming in her eyes as she stares upward at them in sheer frightened terror

 

Serp Iwashi would resist the temptation to draw an index finger aside his temple in some scratching motion..Disregarding wishes was all too enjoyable with razored ends clawing into the slope of the shoulder region..No verbal remarks..no quips..just holding her there..A prism of that hatred unlocked and rushing through that touch as he would continue to squeeze and squeeze..Who was she to speak to him in such a manner..His eyes locking over the child..watching the expression that he knew would follow and nearly tasting it as the squirming would likely ensue.

 

Ashur Kentoku keeps watching the tall dark figure...she remembers past encounters with it and stands ready in case it decided to...misbehave.

 

Jason Rae says in a low tone "I hidings from da ememies"

 

Anna Newall feels a blossom of searing pain blooming outward from her shoulder as Serp begins to damage flesh and connective tissue. She can hear her bones creaking under the strain. Fighting to maintain a steely mask, she can't conceal a slight quiver in her lip and the hot glaze of tears forming over her eyes. She takes a deep breath to steady her voice. Sensing that she has made a dire mistake by ignoring her instinct to run, she does the next best thing. "Go home, Chan. Go to the Center with your scooter. Do not stop anywhere until you get there. Don't leave the Center for any reason unless Dani or I gets you. Do you understand?"

 

Channel Liberty nods mutely, still staring upward fearfully at both of them

 

Jason Rae says in a whispers "Da tewworist that attacked my's book"

 

Serana Aridian watches still, trying to figure out what is going on

 

Anna Newall struggles to control her tone as Chan sits motionless instead of doing as she's told. "Go, Chan!" Anna feels her voice cracking as she says the only thing she wants Chan to remember, if this should be the last time they speak. "I love you, Chan. Go home, and be good for Dani. I love you."

 

Rogue Tuqiri looks up at the Serp, at the mamma kitty, then at Chan. Very slowly, she leans over, nosing the kitten's ear to spur her along.

 

Fern Sabre wonders if she should just walk by or stay and help. She see's Anna is hurt and can hear a strain in her voice. She looks at the others wondering why no one is doing anything.

 

Channel Liberty slowly moves at first, then turns and crawlls as fast as possible on all fours, until she's at the end of the tunnel where she breaks into an all out run!

 

Serp Iwashi stayed silent for a few passing seconds..The abscence of the lips largely masking his expressions yet the sadistic bliss gleamed through tainted ink..Some ebon plague running the course of those patches pulling into a smirk..The tremors of laughter stirring within his hull as he lowers his head down beside Anna's left ear.."How many -children - do you have miss..newall..." Shearing quality to his mechanical vocals lingering for some time as it would invade the fleshy interior of her means of hearing..The grip unfalteringas his massive frame held close to her backside..The weight comming down and a chill through not fear perhaps but the physical contact from eduded frost like sheathes of plates rubbing against the flimsy cast of her garb.

 

Ashur Kentoku steps foward as she realizes the dark figure is hurting Anna and extends her claws, whipping one hand up to the dark creature's throat area to rest the diamond-hard, razor-sharp claws against it..."Release her and step back," she purrs. "Now. Or I will decapitate you, and I doubt you could function well without a head." Her tone is quiet but clear, her pale eyes dance with fire...

 

Rogue Tuqiri chuffs, watching the tiny ne leave, then bristled a little more and panted her feet behind her, eyeing the dark and fear-inspiring apparition that was waking pain in Anna's shoulder like a nightmare. She spat a hiss in it's direction, the heart beat in her chest pounding wildly in her ribs. She slinks back into the wall, bumping the forgotten scooter, ears laid back, eyes darting to either end of the street.

 

Anna Newall stares at the wall in front of her and gives Serp a vague answer, as though from very far away. "Wherever there is need, I find children. I am mother to the poor, the tired, the huddled masses. If I should meet my end here today, I shall only regret that I did not touch more souls." Anna looks to her left and then to her right, though it hurts to move her neck. "You should all go. I love you for your show of concern, but what happens here will happen whether you intervene or not."

 

Ashur Kentoku shakes her head..."I've fought and driven off this creature before, and it had help the last time. I'll do better this time." She keeps her eyes trained on the red orbs and speaks to Serp..."This is not a matter for discussion. If you do not release her within seconds, I will carry out my threat." She tenses as her enhanced reflexes hum and the world seems to slow down around her....

 

Serp Iwashi held a certain composure with feline claws drawn like daggers about the thick gullet..It seemed to hold a ponderosity to the thickness with those skull adorned features contorting to meet the brazen cat..Single eye gravitating to meet the indignation within the face of one he had met before. Without the momenentum he doubted she could carry through such a strike..perhaps a more pez despenser like end to the nefarious one..Anna's words well absorbed for further thought..Full attention drawn to Ashur.." You failed before..and you will - fail- again..."Crackling of each digit peels away from the flesh and matted cloth now soaked under his grip..Almost clinging as he releases to let Anna tumble forward..His head slowly risen back to resume his full stature..though wary of this one..not the typical neko by any means..

 

Jason Rae nods to her "I goes home nows"

 

Ashur Kentoku smiles..."Your memory must be damaged, because I did not fail to stop you from kidnapping one of the Pride back then, and I have succeeded in securing the release of Anna now." She keeps her clawed hand gripping the creature's throat and says, "Anna. Go. Get help for yourself. Serp and I will finish our conversation here."

 

Rogue Tuqiri bounds forward, purring comfortingly to Anna, and decided that if she understood the way humans interacted, she'd do somethign appropriate. As it was, she found herself in a perverted urreal place, save that the blood she scented on Anna was real, and the fear that stammered her set her adrenaline ablaze.

 

Anna Newall feels a sweet throbbing of residual pain and a rush of endorphins as Serp releases her. Her pulse is racing, and though she knows she will be in pain for days, she feels more alive in this moment than she has in a very long time. Her right knee threatens to buckle and betray her, but she shifts more weight on to her metal left leg, the fearless, cold, lifeless artificial limb that never trembles, never cries, never complains... despite the abuse she has heaped upon it. She is shaken out of her stupor by Ashur's words, and she says the only words that she can force her lips to form. "Thank you."

 

Anna Newall sees Chan approaching and is spurred into action. She starts to lift her right arm to point, but she is quickly reminded that her right side isn't functional right now. She points with her left hand instead. "Home, Chan!"

 

Channel Liberty comes running back down the ramp and stops short as she stares at Serp and Anna

 

Channel Liberty looks up at Anna, "ah wen' an' got help..." she replies so quietly she can barely be heard

 

Eamon Cale draws his guns smoothly. Holding one behing his back, he steps in front of Chan, eyes darting over the scene before them.

 

Elise Capalini eyes Ash and Serp--and leaves them be. Tonight is not her night to be fucking around with nasty tempered mechs. "Chan, Anna, out of here now," she says in a low growl.

 

Serp Iwashi stygian form seemed to ooze an unseen black tar through ones skin..The penetration was enough to plant the seeds of corruption inside he flesh..Abstract maggots boiling under the skin like each one of the children she wished to save..Her body some vessel of protection now pierced..A web of deciet and lies that ran deep within midians roots that only he could so masturfully tame..An awakening as the most devious grin was birthed out of the shadows of his features..Clicking marks shifting his jaws rotation with metal on metal grazing one another through unnaturally large incisors..shearing measures to rend the flesh right off that frame..An air of sarcasm dribbling out through such lazy mannerisms as elongated digits wriggle about below..Descended vision taking note that the claws were still there..The rolling of machinery through the copious depth of his neck..Teeth gnashing down in a clangerous bite..though amusement roiled in each strike..chattering.." Why not continue this at another location..

 

Serp Iwashi or do you wish to be broken in front of the mob..."Crimson pools englightened in a glow over that malleable texture of flesh he knew so well..furr or not..all the same..like pale moon light consumed by demonic energies to givr a tinge to her skin.. The deep resonance within his unfathomed tone overshadowing all other sounds if even for a moment.

 

Anna Newall looks at the people that Chan has brought to render aid. She isn't accustomed to running away and leaving others to fight in her stead, but she finds that she has no other choice. She has a child to think of, and she's not the young lady she used to be. Silently, but with a nod to each of those present, she begins walking toward the MCMC with a sense of purpose, pausing only to snag Chan's arm and pull her along. She tries not to think about the priest, the philanthropist, and the friend that she has left behind with the monster.

 

Elise Capalini looks at Auntie and Eamon. "Ash can handle him," she says softly.

 

Ashur Kentoku waits until she hears Anna and the kittens have moved away, then slowly releases her clawed hand from the dark creature's throat, letting it slide down the chest before giving a firm shove, showing some strength for her small frame, the motion pushing her and the figure another pace part. "Oh, here is just fine," she purrs. "I don't mind where you get your come-uppance, if thats' what you want." She stands ready, clawed hands flexing and ready to rend and tear, her lips in a gentle smile....

 

Eamon Cale half-turns his head, watching as Anna leaves with her daughter. His gaze flicks to Elise, at her quiet words, but he doesn't leave just yet. Torn between his nature and what looks like a lass who knows what she's doing, he scowls at Serp and Ash. "We can't just fecking -leave- her..."

 

Elise Capalini watches Anna and Chan go, only partially relieved. Her mind is on Laz and Bianca; she knows that Eamon is right--God will be with both of them this night, but still. "Eamon, I need you," she says in a low, firm tone at his shoulder. "I need your help with Bianca. Ash," she calls down, "we can't stay--I have cats in trouble."

 

Ashur Kentoku: "Then tend to them," she mews, without looking back, watching the dark figure before her. She focuses her attention on the figure before her...

 

Serp Iwashi let out some odd mechanized wail..Ethereal in the ghostly quality held to the one known as the shadow warden..Something so refreshing as he basked in the challenge presented before him..Hissing pops of dense machinery rolling his cranium about..Chest plates perked out momenentarily as he suckled in a great breath..as if to steal some of that precious air..to pick up on all the little tastes that could be carried in through such scents..Cybernetic orbs swirling about as the smoothness of that supple skin would tease him.." You may strike at will..."There was no fancy stances..no battle formation of sorts..to stand there merely talle and coldly evil..Cold lenses falling down the trail of her bare flesh..Rugged chin dipped slightly as a demented tilt accompanied that fixation..The rumbling of that stentorian tone frightfully blunt in its display with illusions of fear nothing more then that..His heel driven further into the cracks now spreading outward under his bulk..

 

Catabolis Plutonian turns, a red flush still evident on his cheeks. HIs eyes widen at the scene behind him, then narrow into tiny slits. He could spot the one called "Ash" and Elise in the distance, and a whole host of strangers.

 

Eamon Cale exhales. He can't argue that. And neither can he argue that the lass facing off against Serp looks neither worried or ready to back down. He swears again under his breath, but nods grimly and holsters his guns. St. Michael would be getting a bloody workout tonight. "Right, let's go," he rasps, and turns away, starting up the street.

 

Ashur Kentoku: ...and says, "Unlike you, I do not relish inflicting pain for the joy of it. I am, however, very good at doing the same in order to protect myself and my friends. As previous experience with me should have taught you. And so, unless *you* wish to strike, I suggest that we go our separate ways." Her voice is, as always, quiet but clear, her eyes still filled with that pale fire, staring into the dark figure's red orbs, unflinching...

 

Serp Iwashi diabolical glimpse would be taken within that flimsy cast of flesh..already condeming the woman..Ruby consistancy shimmering through his sight as he canted his head region down..Palms inched behind his backside..Perhaps a bow of some sort to allow the combat to ensue upon such a gesture..Ghastly set of incisors clenching tighter as that cackle that had haunted the streets countless times before now slipps through the cracks..of such a grin..A vast fiery pit waiting to be unleashed as if his exterior was a molten cast.." Very well.." His only utterance as he held his height as leverage against her..LIke hellfire fallen from the heavans those eyes dramatically bolster with renewed presense..nearly blaring against those lighter tones like a scarlet beacon..Shrieking of obsidian blades emerging from his backside as the tails of his coat flail behind the movement..Deceptively slow in movement but coiled with enough of that savored energy now released as the entire form shifts off to her right..Knees drawn dow

 

Serp Iwashi drawn down to lower his own stance as whirling blades try to embrace her from the backside in the last hug she would likely ever recieve if full successful..Violence begeting more of the same..something he drank in large quanties alongside the last squelched cries drawn into that void..

 

Ashur Kentoku sees the movements begin, fast but not fast enough, her heightened reflexes and central nervous system humming with energy...she pounces gracefully into the air, leaping upward and allowing the blades to sweep by below her and, at the apex of her evasive leap, she snaps a leg out at the creature's face, her booted foot striking like a maddened snake...her feline heritage allows her powerful leaps to the safety of the rootfops, and powerful attacks if she chooses to use that power in such a manner as now.

 

Serp Iwashi felt the rush of air through a gust now blowing aside ebon folds about the layers of that leathery containment. The boot squarely planting itself along the side of the titanium sheath that held the virtually only vital organ that still existed within the abomination.. Vibration spreading through the construct with a snapping sound forcing a region of his neck exposed..yet there was no grunt..no painfully voiced expression..Steel like determination only rivaled by the very carapace he adorned..Left palm slamming into the asphalt with a blade clattering off to the distance yet his right remained true with a flick of it held downward trying to catch that infamous Achilles tenon running along the same means of her attack..

 

Ashur Kentoku snaps a clawed hand down in a blurred arc to intercept the strike aimed at her legs, the claws digging in and hopefully doing some damage...she uses the kinetic energy from Serp's strike and her parry to twist and roll in mid-air, her body sliding past his as she descended to the ground to land in a crouch to the side and slightly behind him...

 

Serp Iwashi rabid emotions that would bring an ordinary being to that adreneline seem entirely unnessecary through such a nearly insurmountable shell..Nails trying to dig in almost feathering accross the bulk of his forearm trying to rend the alloys away from its master.Torn bits raked away though largely still in perfect harmony with the rest of his form.That smile..a cracked image in some twisted reflection of her inner desires to rend him apart as the blade retracts..the tip held low..His left palm relieving the pavement of that burden and slipping within his coak as a wary eye is cast from the corner of crimson spheres..

 

Ashur Kentoku uses her advantageous position to strike hard and fast, a double claw strike aimed at the arm with the blade....designed to pierce and rupture even strong armour, they hiss through the air, seeking...

 

Serp Iwashi shadowy siloulette shadow seemed to part ways away from its creator as crimson glare heightens..Fiery embers purged from the charred peelings of his constuction as those claws sought to pierce him. Fine spindles unravel about his left palm during near enevitability of the attack hitting its mark yet that arm would quickly rise to let them dip under it..Exposed wrists calling for the hooks ends to tie it together..Black peelings littering the pavement below with thick mechanical digits trying to work about those slender wrists.

 

Ashur Kentoku carries her strike through into a twist and pivot of her body as the arm jus barely escapes her claws, and she spins in place, the dark figure's questing digits going astray. As she spins, she lashes out with a booted foot from her semi-crouched position, the whiplash-fast attack aimed at the back of the figure's knees, in order to knock it down...

 

Serp Iwashi grappling talons of his hook clatter over the pavement again as one knee buckles he would remain there and simply fling the rustic tool right beside her face..Likely merging with those silky strands and arriving out the other end as he would pull back the moment it passed her to hopefully catch her and rip her back within his grip ..A switch off from one hand to the other as the opposing palm held that blade waiting to carve her to his desires.

 

Ashur Kentoku bends aside as the hook flashes at her face, again her reflexes up to the task, and brings her hands up to grasp the cable attached to it, swinging the hook around and over her head then toward Serp, aiming its course to wrap the cable around him and possibly dig in as it was meant to dig, thus giving her the space she wanted to jump away...

 

Serp Iwashi ducks in much the same fashion though lacking the feline grace in a more jerk of his facial construct..A rather feigned gruntish mark of his agitation as the cord is looped about his biceps..now overing the expanse of his chest in some constriction..His position changed as his heels kick up small bits of rubble to tower over her though still entangled in his own means of capturing the crafty cat..Narrowing his vision to reduce his sight to slits of cardinal..Growing irritation fueling him as she jumped well out of distance.

 

Ashur Kentoku leaps onto the nearby rooftop and turns to face the darkness below..."I'll always be here, creature, " she hisses. "Always, and I'll stop you at every turn." She smiles again, and leaps away into the shadows that she too, loves, perhaps at least as much as he did.

 

Serp Iwashi orbs rolled over once with his chest heaving..plates expanding about the pectoral region and biceps alike..His own chord offering little resistance as the cable snaps with a final breath to loosely fall below those heels..Tubular protrusions funneling out his aggravation in beckoned fumes as he sneered..

 

Plenário do Senado Federal durante sessão deliberativa ordinária semipresencial.

 

Na ordem do dia, a Medida Provisória (MP) 1.085/2021, que cria o Sistema Eletrônico de Registros Públicos (Serp). O Serp determina que os cartórios realizem seus atos em meio eletrônico.

 

Senadora Simone Tebet (MDB-MS) conversa com o senador Luis Carlos Heinze (PP-RS).

 

Foto: Waldemir Barreto/Agência Senado

Thick cloud and the occasional shower made it a very dark afternoon.

Plenário do Senado Federal durante sessão deliberativa ordinária semipresencial.

 

Na ordem do dia, a Medida Provisória (MP) 1.085/2021, que cria o Sistema Eletrônico de Registros Públicos (Serp). O Serp determina que os cartórios realizem seus atos em meio eletrônico.

 

Senador Sérgio Petecão (PSD-AC) durante votação.

 

Foto: Roque de Sá/Agência Senado

Snake, Laocoön and His Sons, Musei Vaticani, Rome.

 

La Font de la Serp i del Lleó, també anomenada Font del Lleó, és una de les fonts més antigues de Grenoble, situada al barri de Saint Laurent. És obra de l'escultor grenoblenc Victor Sappey. Feta amb pedra de Sassenage, va ser inaugurada el 18 de novembre de 1843.

 

Grenoble es va desenvolupar en una plana inundable a la confluència de l'Isère i el Drac travessada per múltiples rieres. Durant la seva història, la ciutat va patir freqüentment inundacions dramàtiques durant les inundacions i les fortes pluges. Des de l'Antiguitat fins al segle XIX, Grenoble va registrar prop de cent cinquanta inundacions al Drac i l'Isère, de les quals més de vuitanta entre el 1600 i el 1860, causant importants danys i nombroses víctimes. Com que aquests rius són essencials, es van anar construint dics a partir del segle XVI.

 

L'any 1839, per celebrar l'acabament dels dics de l'Isère, la ciutat de Grenoble va encarregar una font a Victor Sappey. Es va fer l'any 1843. Grenoble va patir quatre riuades més, entre les quals la històrica riuada de l'Isère el 2 de novembre de 1859, que va marcar l'inici de la política de protecció de la ciutat.

 

Un vell refrany del Dauphinois, referint-se a les nombroses riuades, diu: “La serpen (Isère) i lo drago (el Drac) / Mettront Grenoblo en savon”. L'escultor Victor Sappey i el fundador Charles Crozatier simbolitzen en aquesta font la violenta trobada dels dos rius a Grenoble.

 

La font està tallada directament a la pedra de Sassenage. La serp de bronze representa Isère i el lleó Drac. El lleó també s'interpreta com una al·legoria del poder públic que, gràcies a dics i oleoductes, controla l'Isère.

 

A Google Maps.

Marjal de Pego-Oliva

Plenário do Senado Federal durante sessão deliberativa ordinária semipresencial.

 

Na ordem do dia, a Medida Provisória (MP) 1.085/2021, que cria o Sistema Eletrônico de Registros Públicos (Serp). O Serp determina que os cartórios realizem seus atos em meio eletrônico.

 

Em pronunciamento, à bancada, senadora Simone Tebet (MDB-MS).

 

Foto: Roque de Sá/Agência Senado

So sieht der Treffer von Google Images auf wenn ich nach einem Namics Mitarbeiter suche. Lauter coole und spannende Leute!

CaixaForum (Barcelona, Catalunya).

Plenário do Senado Federal durante sessão deliberativa ordinária semipresencial.

 

Na ordem do dia, a Medida Provisória (MP) 1.085/2021, que cria o Sistema Eletrônico de Registros Públicos (Serp). O Serp determina que os cartórios realizem seus atos em meio eletrônico.

 

Senadores Reguffe (União-DF) e Simone Tebet (MDB-MS) posam para foto.

 

Foto: Waldemir Barreto/Agência Senado

French postcard by SERP, Paris, no. 224. Photo: Studio Harcourt.

 

French singer, tap-dancer, and actress Irène de Trébert (1921-1996) was one of the idols of the 'Zazou'-generation.

 

Irène de Trébert was born aboard the cruise-liner Pierre-le-Grand in 1921. Already at the age of 5, she was dancing at the Opera, and age 7, she already danced for the French president Doumergue, as well as at the Gaumont-Palace. Soon she started a singing career, with children's songs as J'ai du bon tabac. Attracted by jazz and swing, she went to the US in 1935 and became a star dancer in the Fisher ballet. Returned to France, she debuted as a film actress in 1938 in the film Trois artilleurs à l'opéra, directed by André Chotin. The same year, she won first place with a music hall contest at Radio-Cité with the song Quand un petit oiseau. She also started in cabaret, first with René Goupil, then Maurice Chevalier. Autumn 1940 she recorded the song Si vous aviez un ascenseur (Columbia) and in 1941 she became a singer in Raymond Legrand's orchestra. Her career rocked and she recorded her hit song 'Mademoiselle Swing', the title song of the film Mademoiselle Swing (1941), directed by Richard Pottier, in which Trebert and Legrand & his orchestra had the leads. De Trébert and Legrand married the year after. In 1942, DeTrebert launched the song 'Je t'aime', an adaptation of 'Swing 39' by Django Reinhardt and Stephane Grappelli; in 1943 'La guitare à Chiquita' followed .

 

Irène de Trébert and Legrand were extremely popular with the so-called generation of the 'zazou', the jazz and swing-loving younger, non-conformist generation during the occupation. The zazou's mocked society by wearing oversized clothes and long hair as a reaction to the government's rationing of textile. Women wore short skirts, striped stockings, and shoes with large soles, men large lumber jackets following the American zoot suit fashion from a few years earlier. They wildly danced to swing and bebop. Around 1942-43 right-wing protests against the zazou's rose to a point that round-ups occurred, zazou's were beaten up by young fascists, arrested, and sent to the countryside. After that, the movement went underground. Irène de Trebert and Legrand often performed for Radio-Paris, which on one side mocked swing, as the official and German way was to consider it degenerate, and on the other side wanted to satisfy the younger generation. Legrand satisfied the official parties by performing 'politically correct' traditional children songs for Radio-Paris. When France was liberated in November 1944, De Trébert was sentenced to 10 months of suspension. What had not helped the couple's reputation, was that both had joined a tour in Germany in 1942, together with Chevalier, Trenet, and Tino Rossi.

 

In 1945 Irène de Trébert divorced Legrand and took to operetta, together with André Claveau. She also turned to film again. After small contributions - she sang the songs of leading actress Lilia Vetti in Le gardian (1945) by Jean de Marguenat; then played herself in the short Boite de nuit (1946) by Jean Devaivre - she played in several films in 1950-1951: with Roger Nicolas in Le roi du bla bla bla (1950) by Maurice Labro; with Milly Mathis in Ce coquin d'Anatole (1951) by Emile Couzinet; with Pierre Cressoy in Duel à Dakar (1951) by Claude Orval and Georges Combret; with Pierre Larquey in Monsieur Octave (1951) by Maurice Téboul; with Ginette Garcin in Musique en tête (1951) by Orval and Combret; with Jean Richard in the short La garçonnière (1951) by Orval. After that she abandoned her career and opened a dancing school. A last performance, Irène de Trébert gave in Louis Malle's famous film Lacombe Lucien (1973). She died in 1996 in Saint-Jean-de-Luz (Pyrénées Atlantiques) but was buried in the cemetry of Vaucresson (Haute-Seine).

 

Sources: IMDb, Wikipedia, Les gens

du cinema and in particular nicteam legendel where you can also hear some of her songs, such as 'Mademoiselle Swing', the very Reinhardt-like 'Je t'aime' and her swing version of 'My Man': 'Mon Homme'. The zazou are remembered by the Pet Shop Boys' song 'In the Night' and the Belgian rock group TC Matic song 'Les Zazous'.

French postcard by SERP, Paris, no. 65. Photo: Studio Harcourt.

 

Egyptian-born singer, dancer and actress of Hungarian descent Marika Rökk (1913 - 2004) was the last film diva of the Ufa. She was an immensely talented musical performer who could tap with the rhythm and vitality of her Hollywood counterpart Eleanor Powell, and switch to balletic movements with the conviction of Cyd Charisse. Her trade mark was her Hungarian accent.

 

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Destroying Boxcars!

Am cei mai ciudati prieteni! Oficial, da! Cand credeam ca am vazut toate animalele de companie dintre cele mai ciudate, de la serpi si alte reptile la cei mai extravaganti papagali, am ajuns sa fac cunostinta cu un animal fascinant: Cameleonul Jerry.

 

Asa ceva... Am vazut cameleonul doar in documentarele de pe Descovery sau Animal Planet. Ma uitam la televizor si credeam ca toate imaginile sunt date pe slow motion, dar nu. Chiar atat de incet se misca el. Am facut cunostinta cu Jerry intr-o seara. Initial mi-a fost frica de el, n-am avut curaj sa pun mana pe el. L-am atins cu un singur deget si l-am simtit foarte rece.

 

 

Mai mult de atat, se uita si cam stramb la mine. Analizand cameleonul am observat privirea "ucigatoare" pe care o are. Se uita cu un ochi la mine si cu celalalt la o alta persoana, din sens opus. Fascinant cum isi poate misca ochii 360 de grade! Daca va intrebati ce mananca Jerry, pai, mananca viermi si diverse insecte - ii place "carnita fina". Cameleonul chiar isi schimba culoarea! Era verde si dintr-o data s-a facut gri. Daca pierzi animalul de companie prin casa, ai pus-o.

 

 

Doamne, ce gherute are! Daca ar exista oja cu o pensula minuscula ai putea chiar sa ii colorezi unghiutele :)) Cameleonul are niste membre foarte ciudatele. Stiti voi manusile pe care ne obligau parintii sa le purtam in copilarie? Acelea cu un singur deget? Pai, cam asa are lamutele si cameleonul.

 

Jerry, trebuie sa stea intr-un mediu cald. Daca nu ai o casa calduroasa, cam esti nevoit sa cumperi o lampa speciala. De fapt, trebuie sa ii cumperi lampa asta ca sa se incarce cu vitamine.

 

 

Sta cumintel acolo la soare cu orele daca are chef, altfel, sta in copacel, are unul improvizat. Este tare mandru de copacelul lui.

 

Daca vreti sa stiti cat costa un astfel de animal, ei bine, el variaza. Pretul unui cameleon porneste de la 100 de euro si difera in functie de specie sau varsta. Exista 160 de specii de reptile de acest gen, dar parca Jerry este cel mai simpatic dintre toti. Este chiar un animal de companie perfect! Nu scoate sunete, se misca incet si nu face mizerie multa.

 

 

Te inspaimanta un pic, codita. Are o codita cu ajutorul careia se agata de tine.

 

In final va anunt ca un astfel de cameleon - cel mai nou animal de companie - traieste peste 10 ani daca ai grija de el.

 

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Plenário do Senado Federal durante sessão deliberativa ordinária semipresencial.

 

Na ordem do dia, a Medida Provisória (MP) 1.085/2021, que cria o Sistema Eletrônico de Registros Públicos (Serp). O Serp determina que os cartórios realizem seus atos em meio eletrônico.

 

Em discurso, à tribuna, senadora Simone Tebet (MDB-MS).

 

Foto: Waldemir Barreto/Agência Senado

Plenário do Senado Federal durante sessão deliberativa ordinária semipresencial.

 

Na ordem do dia, a Medida Provisória (MP) 1.085/2021, que cria o Sistema Eletrônico de Registros Públicos (Serp). O Serp determina que os cartórios realizem seus atos em meio eletrônico.

 

Em pronunciamento, à bancada, senador Jean Paul Prates (PT-RN).

 

Foto: Roque de Sá/Agência Senado

Ash wakes up in hospital after being mauled by Serp...

 

Ashur Kentoku: An NPC doctor walks into the ward and stops, regarding Em for a moment, peering at her over his glasses, his mouth obscured by a white mask. One hand is tucked into his white coat, the other holds a data pad. "We've stabilized her and she's on life-support. I won't lie to you, her condition is critical..." He reads the datapad for a few seconds, then continues..."She lost a lot of blood and there was some small degree of oxygen deprivation to her brain, which *might* manifest in some way....Apart from her obvious injuries, she has contracted a bacterial infection, possibly a mutated nano-virus, or both, which we're attempting to treat. We realize she has an innate supply of nanites which are helping tremendously to keep her alive and heal the damage...without it, she would probably have been DOA. We've also conducted plastic surgery to relieve the scarring, which her nanites will aid with once again. Other than that, its a case of monitoring her condition and continuing treatment until she's recovered."

 

Emberen Twine gulps and cowers a bit, doing a poor job of hiding her fear of the man in the white coat. Her ears perk to what he is saying, wide eyes betraying fear and the onset of panic, though whether it is regarding his clinical update or his white coat, is unclear. She manages a nod as he speaks and hopes he goes away soon. She climbs to her knees and peers up over the edge of the bed, wishing she could take Ash somewhere more comfortable and less...doctory.

 

Ashur Kentoku: He pauses and clears his throat..."While a certain degree of medical treatment in Midian is subsidized by the city health system, such as it is, this was a complex operational procedure. There is the question of payment..." He steps foward and holds the datapad out to Em. "I'll need you to sign this, until such time as the patient is capable, as I assume you are a relative or close friend."

 

Emberen Twine's chest falls as he comes closer, her lips parting into a slight gape, eyes filling with TERROR. She gulps...hard before extending shaky arms to sign whatever the hell he wants her to...so long as it gets him to leave. She fumbles with the stylus, after scribbling something on the pad that looks nothing like her signature, dropping it to the floor. She gasps slightly and crawls back to the corner, staring up at him, brow furrowing.

 

Ashur Kentoku: The doctor watches the peculiar behaviour, eyebrow raised, then stoops and retrieves the datapad. "Yes. Well. That will do, I suppose. And, young lady, axes really are not permitted in the wards, and we *do* have a waiting room."

 

Ashur Kentoku: The doctor stares at her through his coke-bottle-bottom glasses, his eyes seeming over-large and magnified...

 

Emberen Twine gapes, a small growl gurgling from now closed lips. She has to stop herself from sassing him. Instead, she just stares, one shoulder rolling as tension builds.

 

Ashur Kentoku: The doctor narrows his huge, magnified eyes a moment and takes a step back. "But I suppose we can make an exception in your case. Perhaps you should consider a private ward? We could partition this one off, give you more privacy....it will cost extra, of course." He holds the datapad out to Em again...

 

Emberen Twine shrinks from him, in no mood to sign ANYTHING else. She keeps her eyes trained on him under heavily furrowed brow, the rise and fall of her shoulders growing with each breath. She remains silent and waits for him to go bug someone else.

 

Ashur Kentoku: The doctor holds the datapad out hopefully for a few moment more before tucking it under an arm with a sigh. "Her recovery is rapid so far, and she should awaken at any time. I have matters to attend to at the front desk, I'll be there if I'm needed." He walks off, white coat billowing...

 

Emberen Twine shivers as the man leaves, the white coat twisting her stomach in knots. She rises up on her knees once more and peers over the edge of Ashurs bed. Two eyes, two ears, and and eight fingertips capped with a large hat staring at one mangled kitten. Her eyes fill with tears which silently trickle down pastey skin as she watches Ash's chest rise and fall. As long as she could see her breathing, things were ok.

 

Ashur Kentoku: The beep and hiss and gurgle of the life-support machinery are the only sounds in the room. Ash's ravaged chest rises and falls in tune to the hiss of the machine assisting her breathing. Her skin has regained some colour and she's clean and bandaged, all traces of the sewer gone..apart from her wounds.

 

Emberen Twine murrs softly as she brings her fingertips to Ash's arm. She lets them hover just above the bandaged apendage, daring not to touch it. She runs her fingers up and down the length of the arm as she murrs softly. She takes in a deep breath, trying to connect with Ash's energy.

 

Ashur Kentoku's chest continues to rise and fall as the machine tells when to breathe, a rhythm, unceasing, the only sign of life....

 

Emberen Twine presses her lips together before puffing out a small burst of air, hope fading from her eyes as they travel over to the machines. She sits back on her knees before letting herself flump back to her corner, curling arms around her knees, hugging them tightly to her.

 

Ashur Kentoku's ear twitches.

 

Emberen Twine glances up at Ash just in time to see the twitchy ear. She scrambles to her knees again, eyes trained on the ear intently. She reaches out to touch Ash, but, can't find a place on her that isn't torn up so she keeps her hands on the edge of the bed and continues to watch in breathless silence.

 

Ashur Kentoku: The ear remains still.....minutes pass in agonizing suspense...was it her imagination? Had the ear really moved?

 

Emberen Twine continues to stare. She brings her fingertips once again to Ashur's body, feeling that tingle that always exists between two living things at such close proximity. "Ash," she whispers almost inaudibly.

 

Ashur Kentoku's tingly feeling gets stronger and at her quiet whisper...the ear....twitches again!

 

Emberen Twine's eyes widen, not daring to blink. Her head swings forth in a double-take as the faintest hint of excitement wells inside her. She gulps, her lips parting as she breathes through her mouth, heat radiating from warm fingertips. "Ash," she exclaims in whispered excitement.

 

Ashur Kentoku: The ear slowly perks, then turns slightly and faces her, followed by a reluctant-seeming partner...Ash's whiskers puff ever-so slightly out and she draws a soft, ragged breath of her own, a little sigh more than anything...

 

Emberen Twine bounces a bit, a smile growing across her face. This is better than just breathing. This...this is awareness! "Ash," she mewls softly. "Do it again," she commands, though the command is more like a very gentle, hopeful, request.

 

Ashur Kentoku: The ears twitch at the sound of Em's voice, and a small "Mrowl?" escapes her lips....she stirs, a small movement of her body and head, which turns slightly in Em's direction, her face behind the breathing mask contorting in pain and confusion as awareness returns, and her eyelids begin to flutter....

 

Emberen Twine's excitement grows. This is better than last time. Maybe she's improving with practice. "Ashur...It's okay. You're in the MC and I'm hear. Gods Ash...I'm so sorry," she says choking up at the end as she grows overwhelmed.

 

Ashur Kentoku's eyes flutter open and roll in their sockets momentarily as she fights through the pain, drugs and vestiges of unconsciousness....she stares at the blurred shape before her, blinking owlishly, wondering what it was.....had someone called her name? She wasn't sure...wasn't sure of anything...

 

Emberen Twine blinks owlishly right back at Ash, her head craning slightly forward before pulling back as she studies her. "Ash," she says, struggling to keep her voice soft and failing as excitement takes over. "Can you see me?" Her heart sinks a little at her own question. What if she couldn't?

 

Ashur Kentoku's ears perked at the familiar voice and she tried to move, to raise an arm toward her, anything, but stops and mewls in agony instead....she panics momentarily, fragments of memories flooding back to her...the dark sewer and the even darker form of the black, red-eyed demon...the things it did to her...and then she subsides, unable to move much at all even if she wanted to, could ignore the incapacitating pain. "Em?" she merrs softly, almost inaudible through her breathing mask...She fumbles with her right hand at the crisp white sheets of her bed, groping, trying to reach....

 

Emberen Twine holds her breath as Ash comes to life, seeing the panic in her eyes as she reanimates. She coos at her, trying to quell her movement before letting her own body relax a bit as she hears Ash call her name. And, at that, she sobs. After spending days wondering if she would ever hear it issue from those lips again. "Oh Ash...It's gonna be alright now," She murmurs soggily. She reaches her fingers to meet the grasping hand, hoping the familiar warmth will offer comfort.

 

Ashur Kentoku clutches at the hand and clings to it, weakly...the damaged ligaments and muscles in her arm not allowing anything more...She blinks at Em's face, still not able to focus properly but able to discern enough to recognize her..."I...I was dreaming," she wheezes, speaking an obvious difficulty for her. "It was...beautiful...a green field with...flowers...and a..blue sky..."

 

Emberen Twine continues to sob, shaking her head, swallowing her tears. "Shhh...Don't strain anything else," she whimpers. "Just shhh. You are protected now. And all you need to do is sleep so your nanites can make you better." She clutches softly at Ash's grasping hand, still afraid of hurting her but not wanting to let go, then bows her head, letting it rest on the edge of the bed as she shudders out a release of sobs built up over days, waiting in reserve with hope for this moment.

 

Ashur Kentoku's drug and concussion-addled mind struggles to cope with what she hears, but she feels the warmth and delicate touch of Ember, and hears her treasured voice and that's enough for her...the meaning of the words catch up slowly, in the background of her thought-patterns. She merrs softly and struggles to speak again. "So...sorry,' she wheezes. "Couldn't...fight...him...tooo hurt..." Tears well in her eyes and slide down her cheeks...She tries to squeeze Em's hand, to console her, hearing her crying....it always triggered her protection instincts, and even now she tried to summon the strength to say or do something to free Em from her anguish...

 

Emberen Twine raises her head to look at Ash, her eyes wide and drowning. "No Ash...no. You were wonderful," she lies. "He was just too big...He could only get at you by cheating, that's all." In truth, of course, she has no idea what happened except for what Nio told her. "Ash...you are so strong and I am just crying because I'm happy. That's all...just happy tears." Her lies are transparent, always have been, always will be, but she has to try. "Now...all you have to do is rest, see? And I promise to take care of myself if you take care of yourself. Maybe, that way, we will be able to take care of each other!" She finally decides to stop talking, her rush of panicked thoughts growing more incoherent. She continues to hold Ash's hand lightly, fingers moving ever so slightly, doing their best to resist the urge to pet.

 

Ashur Kentoku nods ever so slightly, ears folded back, wet eyes big with confusion and pain and helplessness as the barrage of words washes over her...she gives a small mew of pain and then says softly, "I'm...okay." Her own lie, but she knew Em needed to hear it. She tries to speak again but fails, and cries softly instead, not knowing what else to do.

 

[12:02] Emberen Twine sobs as she watches Ash, knowing she's in pain, nearly able to feel it physically herself and knowing she is screwing her calm all up with her rambling panic. She forces a smile. Another lie. Maybe lies will see them through this one. She just keeps herself close, as entangled as she could be given the conditions, her lip quivering as she forces her lips to remain in their fake happy hold. She murrs softly to her friend, her sister, her family, doing her best to quell persistant sobs, even if she has to choke on them

 

Ashur Kentoku cries until it hurts too much, soft little gasps and sniffles, about all she can manage without fainting from the agony of her hideous injuries. And then she just lies still, her eyes on Em, her face composed albeit tear-stained, her thoughts a jumble of surprise at being alive, anger at what has happened to her and joy at seeing the one person she cared for more than anything else there with her, helping her. *Thank you,* she mouths, her eyelids drooping again, her awakening perhaps merely momentary, as the drugs tug at her consciousness...

 

Emberen Twine's forced smile falls into a real one as her body rumbles once again with sobs, which pour from her eyes within falling tears. She nods as Ash fades, remaining quiet and wrapped up in Ash's remaining consciousness, love, unwavering, gratefulness overflowing, and strength, rising, she watches her family...live.

 

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Hemorrhois algirus algirus. Algerian Whip Snake. Couleuvre algire. Serp Ahdar. Periops algira. (Jan, 1863).

 

Probably the rarest snake in Europe. Unless the hardest to see. Probablement le serpent le plus rare d'Europe, du moins le plus difficile à observer.

 

This elusive specie mainly occurs in North Africa. It's only european locality is Malta. Cette espèce discrète est principalement répandue en Afrique du Nord. Sa seule station en Europe est l'île de Malte.

Plenário do Senado Federal durante sessão deliberativa ordinária semipresencial.

 

Na ordem do dia, a Medida Provisória (MP) 1.085/2021, que cria o Sistema Eletrônico de Registros Públicos (Serp). O Serp determina que os cartórios realizem seus atos em meio eletrônico.

 

Em discurso, à tribuna, senadora Simone Tebet (MDB-MS), exibe o livro "O Feminismo é um Humanismo" de Rachel Gutiérrez.

 

Foto: Waldemir Barreto/Agência Senado

 

Serpa, Alentejo. Portugal

Galeria UP (Galeria de arte, Livraria, Tipografia, Decoração, Publicidade, Tabacaria). João Baptista da Silva Leitão de Almeida Garrett (1799-1854). Rua Serpa Pinto nº 28-30, Lisboa. Projecto do arquitecto Jorge Segurado (1933).

 

Fotógrafo: Horácio Novais (1910-1988)

Fotografia sem data. Produzida durante a actividade do Estúdio Horácio Novais, 1927-1988.

 

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