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==The Clocktower- Current Residence of the Bat-Family. One day after the Misfits' attack==
"Thank you, Mr Pennyworth," Needham said gratefully, as he took his cup of tea from off of Alfred's silver platter, and sipped it slowly. “Look," he continued, turning his attention to Bruce. "Fiasco believed that Day was masterminding events; Toying with Carson and the Misfits, maybe King of Cats too, all in a deliberate attempt to lure Walker back to Gotham. As part of a scheme where he needed him, and the rest of his crew, in attendance.”
“And you believe him?” Bruce asked.
"Hhn. I believe something's going on. But whether Day's the mastermind, or he's another pawn like Carson is another matter entirely."
Bruce considered this. “That doesn't absolve Walker. Or Fiasco."
“No," Needham agreed, staring into the cup distractedly. "Still, I had to let them go. I have faith that if they can just put the pieces together, maybe find a way to neutralise Krill, then perhaps-"
"That's not on them, Eric. And it's not on you either."
"But Batman, listen-"
"No. If there is a conspiracy at large, I'll look into it myself, but I need you focused on the False Facers. Word is that Henry Ferris, Iron-Hat, is back in Gotham, operating under Sionis' orders and I need to know why. There's a gang war brewing here; one our new mayor will undoubtedly profit from."
"Batman-"
"That's an order, Spider."
Needham obliged, and rose to his feet, walking towards his parked motorcycle. Turning his head back to Bruce, he spoke. “Do you know why Walker's gotten to you? Because you believed in him. Because you had to. After Dent, and Hush, you desperately needed to believe in redemption; real, honest redemption. But, the truth is, it doesn't exist. Because people... people are ugly and messy. But that doesn't mean you stop trying; It was your faith in me that kept me going and it's my faith in them that's going to save the Misfits."
==Arkham Asylum==
When The Joker had first taken over the Asylum, Jeremiah Arkham had himself been taken prisoner; in the subsequent weeks, he would become an outlet for the clown's musings and sadistic habits. With Day forging documents on his behalf and Zolomon dealing with the odd trespasser, few had even noticed Arkham was missing. And so long as Billings' illusion held, the Asylum would appear to outsiders as it always had; A dark blemish in the Gotham skyline. All except for one man, who watched the building vigilantly, a gun in his hand, scanning the windows for any sign of movement, any hint at the horrors hidden behind its grim facade.
Making himself at home in the doctor's study, the clown had been quick to dismantle his trophies, vandalise his artwork and incinerate his paperwork. "Tut tut tut, a lot of ABBA. You like ABBA, Jerry?" he asked mockingly, as he rifled through Arkham's rather pitiful record collection. "Mama Mia, here we go again..." he muttered under his breath.
His concentration, was disrupted by the sudden crashing of the door, as a black suited man barged into the room; the watcher from outside, who aimed a silver pistol between the clown's soulless eyes, and without a moment's hesitation, pulled the trigger. Before it could reach its target however, the bullet was intercepted by Zoom's gloved hand, who held it between his fingers, mere inches from the clown's face. The breeze from Zoom's arrival had knocked the intruder backwards, separating him from his weapons as he landed at Joker's feet.
"Huh," the clown frowned, an ABBA record still in his hand. "You, sir, look more like a Nirvana fan. You even smell like Teen Spirit to boot. Pwhoar!"
"Youuuuuuuu saaaaaaaaid wewouldbe secure," Zolomon hissed, as he watched the man curiously.
"Uhuh; almost, Hunter. I said almost," the clown corrected him, as he knelt down beside the intruder. "Always read the terms and conditions. You know, I'm slowly beginning to understand what it's like being an Arkham guard... Revolving door indeed... Eraser, isn't it?" he asked. "Awfully hard to keep track of your lot, you know. You multiply like rabbits."
Fiasco snarled. "Go to hell."
"Already been and already barred! It's overrated anyhow and not at all like the brochure," Joker replied.
"Hooooowwwwwwwdid yoooooou find uuuuuus?" Zoom demanded, as he pulled their new prisoner to his feet. Fiasco, stared back at him in utter incomprehension.
"He's asking how you found us, sweetie," Joker said flatly. "In English, Hunter, please."
Fiasco scoffed bitterly. "It wasn't hard; you're all far too sentimental; Day used Arkham as a staging ground in his last big attack. And I knew Crane wouldn't resist getting another shot at revenge neither. Factor in some poetic symmetry, that this was where Drury killed Larson that first time, and boom. Kinda obvious, really."
"Touché..." Joker smirked. "Though I think you'll find it's Carson."
"Daaaaay called him Barson," Zolomon intruded.
"I think you'll find that I don't care either way," Fiasco shot back at them both.
"Oh my, he's a rather sharp witted pencil, isn't he? Adorable," Joker remarked to an unimpressed Zoom. "It's almost a shame that he's been putting threads together. Ones that we simply can not allow to get out... Oh, well."
"Oh, please," Fiasco spat, still struggling in Zoom's grip, "If I know, it's only a matter of time before the Bat does too."
Joker laughed. "Batsy, yes... Now there's an ever present pain in my abdomen; or perhaps that's the appendicitis again... Still, we've got a contingency for that. You've met Spellbinder, wonderful houseguest. Heavy drinker... A real pity, that."
He snapped his fingers, and Billings limped into the room, his eyes widening as they made contact with Fiasco's. "How did you-?" he began, sweating nervously.
"Well, isn't that the question of the hour!" Joker glared maliciously. "I didn't clothe you, feed you and spring you from Blackgate just for some faulty hardware. Imagine if it failed for Batsy, or Drubert, heaven forbid!"
Billings swallowed, avoiding the clown's eyeline. "As I... tried to explain, the illusion holds for long as those affected continue to accept it as their reality. Once rejected or dismissed, however, the illusion loses its hold on the mind and simply... fades away. Like a mirage in the desert."
"Then whatdowe dooooooowith him?" Zoom inquired, glaring at Fiasco, his arm still wrapped around his neck.
Joker smiled. "Keep 'im. I want to have a spare for when Arkham dies."
~-~
Days passed, and still, Fiasco remained The Joker's prisoner. Following a lead from Mr Freeze, Batman had come and gone, with the clown's cabal believing he'd found nothing of note during his brief visit; Fiasco himself had been moved to Crane's old cell.
Meanwhile, in the study, the clown was firing arrows blindly. Strapped to a chair, squirming as each misfire drew closer to his skull, was Jeremiah Arkham, an apple laid atop his sweaty head. About half the arrows had rubber tips; Harmless; The rest, had recently been sharpened. Joker stuck his tongue out, in a display of faux determination and fired his next arrow. "Now, I know you're just a side project, but I can't help but think we've developed a real bond here! And I don't just mean the ropes and zip-ties."
"The Caaaaaaaaalendar Maaaaaan has returned," Zolomon announced, speeding into the room.
Joker turned his head, put his bow on the ground and winked at Arkham. "Goody, send him in. You- don't go anywhere: Can't be far from a nervous breakdown now, huh, Jerry?" he chuckled as strutted over to his captive and took a bite of the apple, spewing chunks into Arkham's hair as he spoke. "Clearly, the apple doesn't fall all that far from the tree. Hah!"
"I know about Fiasco, Joker," Day stormed into the room. "We had an arrangement; The Misfits were mine."
"Yes, an arrangement that was null and void the second that little stripey son of a tree pointed a gun in my face," Joker rolled his eyes. "He's not harmed. Much."
"I trusted you-" Day spluttered.
Joker shrugged. "Eh. You really shouldn't have."
Zoom put himself in-between Joker and Day, placing a hand around the latter's arm. "Enough. Weeeeeeee mussssssssstfind Walker," he insisted. "The Erasaaaaaaaaaser knows Waaaaaaalker. Sohe must bemadeto taaaaaaalk."
"No need," Day replied plainly. "Abner has a lead."
=Tompkins Homeless Shelter. Gotham=
Behind his iron mask, Ferris' nose wrinkled; This was not where he had wanted to meet. He, would've preferred the Iceberg Lounge, even that Olympus bar, run by that delusional Zeus character would be preferable; Provided he'd put a shirt on, that is.
Instead, he was stuck here; in a venue almost certainly chosen to make him as uncomfortable as possible.
The door chimed as a white suited figure entered the building and greeted Ferris. "Hey, don't I know you from somewhere? Maybe an old Hitler Youth ad?" he joked.
Ferris tilted his head upwards. "Krill," he said coldly.
"Adolf," the spotted man smiled snidely.
"Hope you don't mind," he elaborated, as he slid into the chair opposite him. "But the gay bar down the street's closed, and that feminist rally has been rescheduled."
"Sure," Ferris said stiffly.
"Don't worry, you're safe here; free food, doctor/patient confidentiality, the works. Oh, over here, love," Krill called out, as the server, a young Vietnamese woman, placed two hot bowls of noodle soup between them. Krill winked at her, then slurped down the mixture hungrily. Ferris looked back at him, the mask failing to hide the disgust emanating from his body.
"Ordered in advance," Krill slurped, as his free hand waved his phone at Ferris. "Not a problem for you, I'm sure."
"Of course not," Ferris lied, as he watched Krill spoon several clumps of wet noodles into his mouth. "You're a hard man to get a hold of."
Krill raised a warning finger. "And with good reason; I've only ever accepted serious and/or rich clients. Well, and you, I suppose. Might I just say that helmet really brings out your eyes? That is a very deep shade of blue," Krill teased. "Now, you said you had something for me?"
"Correct," Ferris said. "I'd heard you were looking for those... bug boys, Misfits, whatever you wanna call 'em, doesn't matter... About a week ago, I overheard the chi-"
At this, Krill cringed. "Oho, wow. Oh, wow, you're doing a hardcore racist thing- classy. Real high brow," he recoiled.
"Fine," Ferris hissed reluctantly. "I overheard Bookworm mention a school to Sionis. Greendale. Didn't think much of it, until one of my contacts said they spotted Lynns and the ni- Firebug" he breathed in heavily, "In the city center scoffing down ice cream and swinging their swords around."
Krill paused."That's not a homophobic euphemism is it-?" he queried.
"No," Ferris growled, his patience growing thinner.
"Just checking!" Krill shrugged passively. "Still, worth a look. Greendale, did you say? Neato..."
As Krill rose to his feet, he turned back to Ferris, his lip curled. "What is it?" Ferris demanded.
"Y'know, normally, I wouldn't care, but you've piqued my interest... What exactly do you get out of this? If it were Franco, sure, I'd understand, but you? I mean, let's say Sionis got wind of this-"
"Well he's not going to, is he?" Ferris challenged him. Beneath his mask, he smiled as he repeated Franco's own mantra; "The wind's changing, Mr Krill. From what I hear, there's going to be a change in management very soon; I'm just making sure I'm on their side when it comes. And Sionis? Well, Sionis can't exactly weld another mask to my face, can he?"
"No," Krill conceded, a coy smile on his face. "But you can't exactly rule out a codpiece either."
the -ish is because this was yesterday -- no sunshine on the ridges today, but above-0° temps both days and lots of melting... my driveway is a solid chunk of ice & requires spikes on one's shoes to traverse without imperiling life and limb...
The Bombardier Traxx is the current workhorse on most of the Cargo trains in Europe, but next to that, it also has seen a fair share of use in passenger trains. In the Netherlands the High Speed Line - Zuid between Amsterdam Schiphol, Rotterdam and Breda is their main operating ground.
In the last 5 years, BigDeady and have been desiging our own takes on the Bombardier Traxx in 1:45 scale. This is hopefully my final version.
It's powered by 2 L-motors geared 1:2 for prototypical speed. It has both a PFx Brick (4MB) and an XL speaker. There is some spare room for LEDs, which haven't been included as of yet.
All decals are made with a Dymo MobileLabeler Labelwriter on 300dpi. Unfortunately, it's not always the sharpest printer, but from a little distance it really works well.
Shout out to [https://www.flickr.com/photos/56812019@N06/] for his ongoing motivational emails, comments and messages. Also mad props to [https://www.flickr.com/photos/160869004@N08/], [https://www.flickr.com/photos/152818020@N02], dutchtrains and all others who have tried their hands on the Traxx in the past, you for sure inspired me to keep on building this machine.
My loco will make it's debut this weekend at the Brick King Lego Train Day:
www.brickking.nl/treinendag-2019/
More info about our builds can be found over at Brick Model Railroader:
brickmodelrailroader.com/index.php/2019/06/26/bombardier-...
...which might just make it to the next BNO. If it's very well behaved. And if I can hold my tummy in.
maybe its weird but these guys bring me so much joy, and they mean a lot more to me than i could explain
these are my current teegle pet horses, i walked into my house on sl this morning and saw them like this i couldnt help but snap a quick photo.
Ok, I had like a billion requests for this, so there ya go. Read notes, and the people tagged are showing my new sturf I got today. :3
NO NOTES! :P
All for trade, with the right offer.
Also, I am receiving:
1 x Gunmetal Viewfinder
1 x Gunmetal HLC
1 x Gunmetal Podgun
2 x Gunmetal Tac Sword
1 x Dark Red/Orange/Random Swired Podgun
1 x Cobalt/Trans-Green Swirled Podgun
1 x Black Chakram
1 x GitD/Blue Swirled Raygun
4 x Assorted Camo
1 x Green AC8
1 x Time Bomb
1 x Blue Raygun
1 x Gunmetal Ammo Box + Trans-Red/Bronze Swirled Raygun OR 1 x Gunmetal Grease Gun
1 x Champagne Raygun
1 x Rusty V1 Apoc SMG
1 x Rusty Tac Sword
And some more I can't remember. :3
I also have 8 moar D.O.G. Packs, but they are too big to be in this photo.
And, these notes took FOREVER, you better appreciate them. :3
-White M1 Pot Helmet is gone!
-Champagne Raygun is gone!
-Blue Phaser is reserved!
-Dark Red/Dark Orange/Lime Green/Random Swirled Podgun is reserved, unless you can beat a Gunmetal Kar98 and a GitD Trans-Clear/Milky White Swirled Tac Sword.
-2 Gunmetal Tac Swords reserved!
I love this little thin art bin case. I glued pans and half pans into it. I use a small separate palette piece to mix colors so that the green doesn't throw off the color. If I ever find a clear one of the Art Bin cases, I'll buy another!
If I want to just grab this and my small brush/pen holder, add some water and my sketchbook, and I'm good to go!
blustery day, you can really see the wind gusts on the water — and this was a brief moment of relative clarity, otherwise it's all weird brief rain showers on and off… and plenty of building wind
Here's a view of my studio, abode etc. It's way too small , but it will be a great place to get started, with smaller things. I sleep here most nights :))
Turbulence under the canoe... away from shore, in a bit of current. Things, are not so calm in this section of the river!
Soon there will not be a sunset obove the arctic cirkle.
Picture taken from Hadseløya in Northern Norway
Current Artifacts Abstract - The final image in a set of four showing abstract views of a laundromat glass door with weathered, faded, cracked and peeling adhesive signs. And old paper sign was pasted on top from the outside to show hours.
I'm thinking I won't be keeping the 200-600. It just hasn't wow'ed me out of the gate like the 100-400GM did. I am also considering selling the Sigma 24-70 and the Sony 85mm 1.8 and getting the 50mm GM and going pretty much prime-only except for the Sigma 14-24 and the 100-400GM on the extreme ends. I rarely use the 24-70 anymore and the 85 is collecting dust since I got the 135 GM.
Pictured:
Sony a7, a7RII, a7RIII, a7RIV
Sony FE 200-600mm G, 100-400mm GM, 135mm GM, 85mm, 24mm GM, Sigma DG DN Art 24-70mm, 14-24mm, Voigtlander 15mm f/4.5 Heliar III, Super Takumar 50mm f/1.4, Carl Zeiss Jena Biotar 58mm f/2
Currently without a livery scheme, Etihad Airways A6-DDA is seen on the south cargo rampo in Memphis. This 777 will soon sport the FedEx colors and be registered as N840FD.
Current projects! Nekkid/faceless Mattel Merida in the background: she's probably not going to be a version of Merida at all. I really like the potential of the blank sculpt, and the skin tone (and the hair); if I feel sufficiently flush, I hope to rebody her to an Ever After High Apple White body at some point.
Francie: ripped out the horrible kanekalon, trying to drum up the enthusiasm for a saran reroot.
Ryan: he's had a slight resculpt, and his hair ripped out, but I'm not feeling the direction of the face I've done so far. More consideration needed.
Flynn/Eugenes: haha! My long-promised tutorial on the Disney Store Flynn/Eugene resculpt is on its way soon. Here are the two stunt heads I was using to make it... watch this space...
The current building, a Jerry O'Mahoney diner, for the Hunter Dinerant in Auburn was moved (great picture of the move here)to its current location in 1951. You can't see it from this angle but the diner sits on stilts above the Owasco River. The diner got its name from then owner Robert Hunter, who would go on to own several diners in Central New York.
Robert Hunter's daughter, Neilia, was a student at Syracuse University. In 1966 Neilia married a Syracuse University Law School student named Joe Biden.
The diner's current owners bought the place in 2011 and have given it much needed TLC. The diner was closed for eight months last year but was open and packed with people when I was in Auburn last month.
Currently the second of West Bromwich garage allocation of 200MMC's to be painted into West Midlands Buses livery.Branding for the joint run 40 service to be applied later this month.
In honor of November's COP at Belem, here is my latte art that illustrates the passage of ocean currents. Also I can't do latte art 😁
dan paul and me on the current river, missouri. there was this great swimming hole with a cliff you could jump off. of course we checked the depth first though. only problem was the water was a bit cold. summer 1988. photo by dub.
Currently running as a government-funded public service under an Emergency Measures Agreement (EMA) with Transport Scotland, the Caledonian Sleeper Up Highlander makes it way through Acton Bridge at the start of another glorious late-May day in Cheshire.
GB Railfreight's most prolific engine on the sleeper trunk runs - and a veteran of the British Rail era - 92018 was once again at the helm.
A revised timetable was in operation due to the Covid-19 pandemic, with only the Inverness and Glasgow portions running and splitting/joining at Edinburgh to form one train in each direction on the WCML.