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This is how, this young fox reacts to his mother when she shows up.
Which is all to often!
Mom, has ruined quite a few of my photo op's with this young fox by chasing him away.
He gets pretty vocal and then runs, with her chasing him.
Usually, if she wanders off he will come back all nervous and looking over his shoulder.
Since, the river froze over, I haven't been seeing much of him.
When I do, he is usually across the river.
I would love the get some closeup portrait shots of him in the deep snow.
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Camera Settings: f/7.1 - 1/200 - 500mm - ISO 4000
This will be long but deserving.
They say there is always someone out there for you. Someone who touches your life and your soul like no one ever has. For me it's this gorgeous Princesa here. From the first moment I looked at her, I knew. I knew she was the one. I refused to acknowledge it at the time because we both were very destroyed by our pasts in that time, but fast forward some time later the way my body reacted was undeniable. My heart leapt in my chest in February. Tiny butterflies danced in my stomach at the same time I felt like I was free falling towards the ground. You know like when you go on a roller coaster and the first drop happens. But what really hit me was the way my breath pulled in my throat. It was instantaneous. I stopped breathing at the sight of her. And I never wanted to look away. It didn't take long for me to realize she was the one for me. Our time together has been a culmination of events that I couldn’t deny. I knew, if I didn’t love her before that moment, I fell over the edge into a bottomless ocean that was only for her. I knew I was never going back. So instead of speaking, I kissed her, hard. When my lips collided with hers, I wrapped my one arm around her waist, placing the other under her chin, pulling her closer. And her arms tightened around me an instant later. That was when I knew. With every cell in my body, every beat of my heart, I knew I found my home.
Regardless of where our paths take us, for me, her and I, that's how it was meant to be. She's not someone you just love the idea of, I love her for her and all that she is, and has yet to be. Whether it's this life or the next or the next after that. That's what my heart believes. We've been sparks and music, and she's brought me to life. Like a jumpstart beneath the stars. And suddenly, my heart beat once more. After so long of feeling like I was a burden in life, a lost cause, something that was broken beyond recognition, someone that could never heal or be the same ever again. She healed me, but at times also left me feeling terror. We were always in perfect harmony, and I lived in the moment like it could be our last. Because it could be but in my heart it was always her and I. That's how it was meant to be. We've been parts of a puzzle that fit perfectly together. Like the sun finally exploded into life and she became my shadow. Like she was the sun blazing in a cloudless sky. Then suddenly, my eyes needed to adjust, and I didn't mind because she put me back together, and I could only ever hope I was the missing piece in her life too. Because otherwise, I'm just a melody waiting for a broken chorus to turn me into a sad song.
There were many times my dreams have always been scattered. Stuck somewhere between what was, what is, and what could be. While I'm dreaming, I'm never really sure where I am until I'm awake again. Sometimes, the dreams can't stop soon enough. But others those special nights when I believe my dreams might actually be true. I find that I'm caught between two different worlds. The one that's real. And the one that exists beyond this existence. That's where I am when I'm with her. That's where I feel most alive. That's where I feel free because I'm with her. She makes life better. She turns the darkness I have around and chases it away. On days I thought I was going to crumble and the demons would lurk inside me, the memories would always haunt me, she made it better. It was worth it. It was worth it because this beautiful soul of a person made sure surviving hell was worth it because it brought me to her and I don't know where I would be if it weren't for her. For me the world begins and ends with her.
She caught my eye and I haven't turned my head since. It was like I opened my eyes for the first time and after a lifetime of dark, I could see light. It felt like coming home. Like I was already there. And I never wanted to leave. Even after all these years, I still catch myself in awe of her from the moment we became friends, to the first I love you's, and from the moment we fell in love. I don’t ever want what I feel to stop no matter where we both end up in life. I want us to always take a piece of each other wherever we end up. No matter what life it is I know I will forever be powerless to help myself and I will always want her. It was everything about her that caught me off guard. It was more than her beautiful smile, or the sound of her unguarded laugh. It was more than the brilliance of her eyes, or the way she saw me. It was more than the way she carried herself, or the gentleness in her touch. It was more than her mind and her creativity, ingenuity, and intelligence. It was everything. Before I realized it, she became my everything. And my heart was no longer mine because it was hers, and I couldn't stop myself from loving her. She became my forever home and she will always be that for me.
Today, tomorrow, and forever.
I had someone ask me once why would I want to be with her. I simply said something along the lines of, I cannot see it any other way, she is everything. When I think more clearly on it, the way I saw it really was, we might fall into each others orbits like a binary star or fully collide in a tragic and ineffable supernova of personalities; but I couldn't see us passing each other by-I have fully cross the event horizon of her gravity and I believe that she has been embraced by mine as well. Through the inexplicable refrain of our worlds mellifluous and meandering melodies, I have found in her the chorus to my verse and the bridge to my resolution. A song composed by fate using the notes that make up who we are-our shared curiosity tempts us to listen if we dare.
And I dare.
If anyone was to ask me what I loved most about her, it will take me a bit because physically, I love how fucking gorgeous she is, despite her own reservations about how she looks at times. I love her cute little nose, especially when she scrunches it up when she would smile at me. The things I would do to her nose... I love her naturally flawless skin; her plain face with no makeup is so beautiful. I love her beautiful eyes, despite her always using filters to hide their real beauty along with her face. Her eyes are so expressive, that I don't think she realizes how much she says with them. I could look into them all day and not get bored. I love her smile, always bringing light to my life and can bring joy even when at the lowest of lows. I love her tattoo's because they fit her so well and make her so much more attractive. I love the sound of her voice and her laugh, even though she hates both but it's so soothing to me. I love when she opens up and becomes comfortable with sharing her vulnerability with me. I love when she's brutally honest with everyone and sets anyone straight. I love how easily flustered she can get sometimes. I love when she turns into a brat and gets all pouty, all are the cutest. I love how hard she may seem to others but her heart is so very loving but only certain people get to see that. I love her sly looks she gives when certain things are said that annoy her. I love the way she tries to contain a laugh or smile on voice or on her stream but can't. I love when she tries to express feelings and has the cutest stutter and gets all giggly.
Honestly, there is so much I could go on about but personally, I love how warm, kind, and generous she is. I love how rare her heart is and that if you do right by her you may just get to see the sides not many get to see. She treats everyone equally until they give her a reason to see them differently. She's been through hell more times than most and I love how brave and strong she is to keep going after everything she's been through. She doesn't let single obstacles in her way to stop her from overcoming anything and forging her into the amazing woman she is. Not only that but the things she's faced that shaped her into being one of the best moms I ever had the chance to know. I know she is wracked with self doubt which adds to her cuteness to me but I only wish that one day she is able to see the amazing woman and mother that I have seen over the years. Behind all that her capacity to love is my most favorite but again not everyone gets to see certain sides of her which I love because that's what makes it real. That's what makes it and her, rare. Despite her always being the one to not be good at expressing these things when she does that is what makes her different from anyone I ever known and that's what makes me love her so much more.
I could go on and on for days, to months, to years about this little sunflower but I think I made it pretty clear. I'm writing all this in hopes one day no matter where she is at she can look back at this and remember despite her struggles, her moods she would always make being with her exciting and new every single day. To never doubt herself and think she is hard to love because I learned how to love her in any struggle, any mood. She could flip her mood on me to yell at me, swear at me, abuse me, degrade me, etc but I still would love her if that. I will love her unconditionally, forever and always. I'm not one to turn on someone I love or see them differently because of how they react to things. Everyone reacts differently to things and for reasons whether it be because of their present or past. I believe in talking through things to get to better solutions, not belittling anyone for their reactions. So I'd do anything to make things better when needed as long as who I am with is feeling secure and ok. That's what she will always deserve.
Relationships and sometimes even friendships are like tending to a garden. The more love and love attention you give it, the stronger and more likely the plant (relationship) will stay alive. But not all people are the same plants. Some people are desert plants that don't require much tending or watering. But some people are delicate little flowers who need more tending to. It's important to know what type of plant you and your significant other is, so you can cultivate your garden together. Relationships are only as successful as the amount of time and effort you put into them. So hopefully one day she'll get it all. Me always being attentive to her every need, yet giving space when needed. Leaving little gifts and notes places for her to find throughout the day to make her smile. Always making sure she is looked after before myself. Planning special things to make her feel special. Treating her how she should have been treated in all her previous relationships. To always take care of her and love her with all my being, never faltering, always standing by her, pushing her on, motivating her, being there when she is sad. No matter what I would be willing to do everything I could so that she didn't cry or be broken like all the other times. I'd sacrifice anything for her not caring what would happen to me as long as she was ok. These are all things I have done and would always do but I hope no matter what path she ever chooses that she is loved this way and only this way because she deserves nothing less.
With all that said, Lucipurr, you’re my heart and my soul in any life there is. You are everything I ever needed to know that being broken doesn’t mean that you have to stay that way. You see, you gave me hope. In those moments of desperation, you’ve been there to pick me up and dust me off. You taught me how to stand tall with my head held high and that I was deserving of everything good and to be loved. You were the only person to ever show me what that word really means and what it truly feels like to be loved the right way. You have no clue how much I adore you. No matter how much I tell you words will never capture my love for you and thanking you would barely cover what you’ve done for me through the years. I only hope I have been able to do the same at some point for you. I hope after all this you get it a bit more than the times I've tried to express things. I also hope one day you'll understand no matter where our paths take us that everything we have shared was real.
The eye of the storm is not so much what goes on in the world, it is the confusion of how to think, feel, digest, and react to what goes on.
Model: Queentoy Cyberstar
Photographer: Queentoy Cyberstar
Look Details Look Details: letmeupgradecha.blogspot.com/2015/06/do-it-again.html
Playing around with my new toy, flashgun with beauty dish and blue gel and a sparkler. Tripod and lens swapped. No Photoshop Home Faff 17-08-2019ps
Austrian Sculpture Park Premstätten near Graz, Austria
When sculpture and nature come together, they react to each other: an interrelationship develops that tells a story over time and constantly changes. The garden as man-made and yet constantly growing nature corresponds in the Austrian Sculpture Park in particular to the weather-exposed sculptures that blend in with the landscape or react to it. The vocabulary of contemporary sculpture ranges from abstract sculpture to everyday objects, from anthropomorphic figurations to everyday objects. The dialogue between location and sculpture is intended to make this vocabulary visible, i.e. to make statements about art, but also about society, its conflicts and dreams, and to create spaces for encounters.
Mario Terzic's ever-growing ark of living trees is the epitome of conflict and harmony between nature and sculpture. Oswald Oberhuber's sculpture on the wall points out that, since Minimal Art, every sculpture can not only stand on the floor, but can also hang on the wall, so that sculpture is also in dialogue with the picture. The dialogue inherent in art, e.g. B. between image and space, can also be expanded through a dialogue between forms of art and nature, as shown by the juxtaposition of the sculptures by Fritz Hartlauer and Jörg Schlick, which deal with rules of form, algorithms and growth. The sculptures by Christa Sommerer and Michael Kienzer also belong to this category. Works by so-called old masters can be found on a stepped landscape facing the sky, which acts as a pantheon. This power of place also supports the importance of Heimo Zobernig's tower at the entrance to the Austrian Sculpture Park or Susana Solano's "Wheel" sculpture. The same applies to Werner Reiterer's sculpture, which inflates and collapses in a hollow, Hans Kupelwieser's cushion placed between hedges, or Peter Weibel's work, which makes it possible to experience the globe as a suitcase.
Moving machines such as cars (Erwin Wurm), ships (Michael Schuster), sails (Martin Walde), airplanes (Nancy Rubins) or trains (Hans Hollein) tell of the fate of the apparatuses, of failure and standstill, social and technical dreams and transform the landscape in a sea or an airport. Correspondingly, Heinz Gappmayr's references to "things that are not yet visible" and "no longer visible" depending on the position of the viewer, Yoko Ono's cross to be nailed, the dancing trees by Timm Ulrichs and the water sculpture by Jeppe Hein increase the relationship between the visitor and artwork. The Austrian Sculpture Park is used as a platform to open up a horizon of dialogue with contemporary sculpture and to be able to better understand its language.
Elisabeth Fiedler, Peter Weibel
Austrian Sculpture Park Premstätten near Graz, Austria
When sculpture and nature come together, they react to each other: an interrelationship develops that tells a story over time and constantly changes. The garden as man-made and yet constantly growing nature corresponds in the Austrian Sculpture Park in particular to the weather-exposed sculptures that blend in with the landscape or react to it. The vocabulary of contemporary sculpture ranges from abstract sculpture to everyday objects, from anthropomorphic figurations to everyday objects. The dialogue between location and sculpture is intended to make this vocabulary visible, i.e. to make statements about art, but also about society, its conflicts and dreams, and to create spaces for encounters.
Mario Terzic's ever-growing ark of living trees is the epitome of conflict and harmony between nature and sculpture. Oswald Oberhuber's sculpture on the wall points out that, since Minimal Art, every sculpture can not only stand on the floor, but can also hang on the wall, so that sculpture is also in dialogue with the picture. The dialogue inherent in art, e.g. B. between image and space, can also be expanded through a dialogue between forms of art and nature, as shown by the juxtaposition of the sculptures by Fritz Hartlauer and Jörg Schlick, which deal with rules of form, algorithms and growth. The sculptures by Christa Sommerer and Michael Kienzer also belong to this category. Works by so-called old masters can be found on a stepped landscape facing the sky, which acts as a pantheon. This power of place also supports the importance of Heimo Zobernig's tower at the entrance to the Austrian Sculpture Park or Susana Solano's "Wheel" sculpture. The same applies to Werner Reiterer's sculpture, which inflates and collapses in a hollow, Hans Kupelwieser's cushion placed between hedges, or Peter Weibel's work, which makes it possible to experience the globe as a suitcase.
Moving machines such as cars (Erwin Wurm), ships (Michael Schuster), sails (Martin Walde), airplanes (Nancy Rubins) or trains (Hans Hollein) tell of the fate of the apparatuses, of failure and standstill, social and technical dreams and transform the landscape in a sea or an airport. Correspondingly, Heinz Gappmayr's references to "things that are not yet visible" and "no longer visible" depending on the position of the viewer, Yoko Ono's cross to be nailed, the dancing trees by Timm Ulrichs and the water sculpture by Jeppe Hein increase the relationship between the visitor and artwork. The Austrian Sculpture Park is used as a platform to open up a horizon of dialogue with contemporary sculpture and to be able to better understand its language.
Elisabeth Fiedler, Peter Weibel
Go-Ahead Wrightbus on the 15 service to Blackwall LTZ 1401 sporting a Nike React advert. Surprised it is so clean.The last time I saw this it was Go Kerala.
Fontenelle Forest Raptor Recovery released a bald eagle back to the wild Sunday, January 12th, at 1:30 p.m. at DeSoto National Wildlife Refuge west of Missouri Valley, Iowa.
This particular young female bald eagle was rescued August 3rd, 2019, from the Springfield, Nebraska, area. She was unable to fly and a Nebraska Game/Parks officer picked her up and brought her to Denise Lewis, Director of Raptor Recovery at Fontenelle Forest. The eagle was lethargic, thin and was missing all tail her feathers for an unknown reason. She has since regrown the needed tail feathers and is ready to be released back into the wild. Because she is a young bird,she was released at DeSoto National Wildlife Refuge due to the large number of eagles that are present there. She will need the teaching and support of other bald eagles as she makes her way to adulthood.
MAIN EVENT July 8th
Animated swimsuit reacts to Secondlife water. Swimsuit will go through three stages.
Stage 1: When swimsuit touches SL water it will become wet with dripping animated water.
Stage 2: When swimsuit is outside of SL water it will begin to dry. The texture of the swimsuit will become semi-dry.
Stage 3. After some time the swim suit will return to its dry form.
Swimsuits are available in 7 colors. The sizes included are Kupra, and Kupra kups. Maitreya and petite, Legacy - perky petite and perky. Freya, Slink hourglass, Reborn
The pic will show the weather, so in again :-(
However, between heavy showers, I grabbed this shot. I particularly like the leaves, which react elegantly to the slightest movement of air. The flower itself (when fully out), for me at least, "is in the worst possible taste", but the buds are quite the opposite :-)
Very gloomy day, so recommend Up-arrow or pressing L?
Sincere thanks to all who view, comment upon or make a favourite of any of my shots, for they are a help and pleasure in equal measure. Phil
Barbara and Dick enter the Batcave. Robin, Alfred and I are already waiting for them. I need to tell all of them about Jason. I have no idea how they will react, that I kept this from them for so long...
NW: "Bruce, Tim told us you know who's inpersonating you. What's going on?"
BM: "I need to tell every one of you something."
BG: "Bruce... what's wrong?"
BM: "It started a while ago. A little while after Powergirl apprehanded Prometheus and Roy lost his hand, I went after the Joker, but when I got there, a guy calling himself the Red Hood was waiting for me there, beating Joker up with a crowbar."
NW: "Joker's old identity?"
BM: "Yes. However, he beat the Joker already to a pulp. We fought, but he eventually got the upperhand. I almost died. Joker survived too, as you may have noticed."
NW: "So who is this guy?"
BM: "Before I tell you that, remember, in the last battle of the gangwar. Dick and Tim were pinned down by Two-Face and his men?"
Rbn: "They were shot."
NW: "Let me guess, by this Red Hood person."
BM: "I saw him standing on the rooftop, with a riffle."
NW: "Who is he? Why would he try to kill you, but save us?"
BM: "If I tell you his identity, promise me, to stay calm."
NW: "Bruce who is he?!"
It goes silent for a moment.
BM: "Jason."
It goes silent again. Everyone looks shocked. They all look at me in horror and disbelieve. I see Alfred nearly collapsing, and Tim needing to hold him up.
NW: "Wh- what?"
BG: "You mean... Jason Todd..? But how..?"
BM: "Got a blood sample, Lazarus Pit..."
NW: "You knew, all this time."
BM: "Dick, let me explain."
NW: "And you didn't tell any of us?!"
BM: "Dick, he's not the same anymore! The Pit changed him!"
NW: "He's my brother for gods sake!"
BM: "Just listen to m-"
Dick draws his baton and charges at Bruce.
BG: "Dick!"
He hits Bruce once but then gets a punch in the face. Dick wants to charge again, but Barbara keeps Dick back and Tim jumps in between.
NW: "You knew! All this damn time! And you want to save the Joker from him?! He's just seeking justice, you want to take that away from him?!"
BM: "If that means he's going to kill, then yes!"
NW: "We could've helped for christ's sake! I'm done."
Barbara let's go of Dick and he leaves.
BG: "Dick, where are you going?"
NW: "Star City, and please don't follow me!"
Dick leaves the cave and Barbara looks at Bruce.
BG: "I understand why you didn't tell us. You were afraid he would get his hopes up, didn't you?"
BM: "This was what I didn't want to happen."
BG: "You should've just told us, Bruce... We're family after all..."
Barbara also leaves the cave. Alfred and Tim also look at Bruce now.
AP: "I'm sorry, master Bruce, but I need to sit down for a moment."
Alfred leaves the cave and goes up to the mansion.
BM: "If you want to go too, I understand."
Rbn: "No way. Nobody should be alone right now. Especially not you."
Bruce looks at Tim, then he smiles. Bruce actually smiles."
Rbn: "Are there any more places some of Joker's men could be and they know where he is?"
BM: "I know a place. Let's go."
Rbn: "The Dynamic Duo will never be seperated. Always be by each other's side."
BM: "I know, Tim. And I really appreciate that."
Kukeri from the southern Bulgarian town of Blagoevgrad. Bulgarians mark the turn of winter towards spring with monstrous costumes to frighten away the evil spirits of winter. These costumes are of traditional design; made from goat hair. The (normally raucous) Bulgarian street-dogs react to the costumes by silently fleeing.
Civil war reactment group during the High Wycombe 'weighing in of the Mayor' cememony.
The Mayor of High Wycombe is 'weighed in' upon taking up office, and again a year later when the next incumbent takes on the annual role. The Mayor will be seated on special brass scales – if weight loss has occured during their term of office the crowd will cheer as it’s assumed they have been working hard but if weight has been gained expect good-humoured booing. The custom dates from at least the nineteenth century and has plenty of ceremony including a Town Crier; all the officials and dignitaries are weighed, not just the Mayor. The Scales are now set up a short distance away from the Guildhall rather than right outside as on Saturdays a market is held in town.
Graduates react as President Barack Obama delivers remarks during the commencement ceremony at Morehouse College in Atlanta, Ga., May 19, 2013. (Official White House Photo by Pete Souza)
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I wasn't sure how this Red-tailed Hawk would react to me pulling over on the side of the road, but it was so focused on the ground that it didn't even notice me. I never did see it go after any prey, but it sure looked pretty just being perched on the wire. St. Louis, Missouri.
Narrowly, I manage to block Ubu’s attack with my blade and before he has time to react, I launch my own. As he adjusts his grip, I launch a volley of rapid swings against him attempting to force him on the defensive. Just as you’d expect from a man entrusted to serve as my father’s enforcer, he blocks every single one of my blows in quick succession and seemingly with relative ease. Naturally, I’d expected him to do so. My father is not one to place his trust in people easily, and he never allows the weak to serve him. So of course Ubu was always going to block those strikes, I’d have been disappointed if he hadn’t, which is why my aim wasn’t to try and hit him with my blade but simply to distract him. It doesn’t take long for him to realise this as well, but before he can respond I throw a pair of bat-shaped throwing stars or ‘Batarangs’ as Bruce refers to them. Ubu successfully manages to block the first, but without enough time to properly respond to the second, the throwing star quickly lodges itself into his left arm.
Rather disconcertingly, he hardly reacts at all beyond removing the throwing star and throwing it aside after inspecting it momentarily.
Ubu: Projectiles Talia? That really isn’t your style.
Talia: Nor is cowardice yours.
Ubu: Cowardice? I’m not the one who deserted the cause.
Talia: But you lacked the courage to be honest.
Ubu: Cowardice and obedience are two very separate things, Talia. Don’t tell me you’re foolish enough to see them as one in the same.
Talia: I’m not the one too afraid to challenge my father when he does the wrong thing.
Ubu: And look where that has brought us, Talia. Both of us on opposing sides, your child potentially unfit to claim the title of Heir to the Demon due to his lineage. All of this could have been avoided had you convinced the deserter to stay. None of this would be happening now if you had placed your loyalty to the master over your desires.
Talia: Does my father also believe this is my fault?
I’m shocked by Ubu’s remark that Damian’s claim to the position of the Demon’s heir is in question. Given how much my father has craved a direct line of succession led by male heirs, I can’t help but be surprised that he’s possibly considering denying Damian that right. Has his hatred for Bruce become so great that he’s prepared to cast Damian aside?
No.
That can’t be right. My father is many things but he’s not irrational. It’s possible Damian may be the only second-generation descendant he’ll have. Surely, he wouldn’t risk the line of succession simply out of spite?
Talia: Answer me, Ubu.
Ubu: The master does not hold you responsible.
Talia: And Bruce?
Ubu: The master will not rest until the deserter has paid the price for the damage he has done. Both to the League and the Al-Ghul lineage.
As both Ubu and I keep our blades drawn in case the other makes a move, I can’t help but notice the puncture wound from my throwing star slowly disappearing as he heals. Evidently, he’s been exposed to the pit recently. No doubt my father has had the League set up camp near the pit beneath Gotham for this assault. There’s no way that wound would heal so quickly if he hadn’t been exposed to the pit recently.
But this does pose a problem. With Ubu having bathed in the pit recently, any moves designed to overwhelm an opponent through excessive pain will be all but worthless against him so I have only one option, and it’s not the one Bruce would like.
Talia: Clearly you’ve established camp close to the pit.
Ubu: You would expect anything less from us?
Talia: No, but I couldn’t be sure. Since I’ve sided against him I wasn’t sure whether my father would try something different to stop me being a tactical asset.
Ubu: Why sacrifice a tactical advantage such as the pit simply for a surprise when that can be accomplished using unconventional forms of warfare.
Talia: You can stop trying to mislead me, Ubu. We both know the reason my father had you launch this gas attack, and it has nothing to do with trying to best us.
It’s nothing more than a red herring. A distraction designed to divert our attention away from the cave where Damian remains imprisoned.
Ubu: The boy will fulfil the task given to him by the master.
Talia: And if I say otherwise?
Ubu: You needn’t. The boy’s destiny will come to pass one way or another. The only question Talia, is whether or not you choose to be on the right side of history or not.
Before I have a chance to respond, Ubu momentarily twirls his blade before readying himself for my next assault. Evidently he’s realised that I won’t be easily swayed to his cause, thus he’s instead chosen to restrain me and then take me back to my father. As I glance behind for a moment, I notice Tim unleashing several rapid blows against his opponent in quick succession forcing his opponent onto the defensive. A bold move. Most opponents of the League often tend to use a conservative defence when fighting members of the League, seeing Tim choosing to go on the offensive is an interesting sight to behold and it seems to be working.
With Tim seemingly more than managing to take care of himself, I redirect my attention back towards Ubu whose puncture wound has almost fully healed. I twirl my own blade and change my grip so I’m holding the blade’s handle in only my right hand.
Talia: You of all people should know, Ubu. There is no right side of history. Everyone believes themselves to be on the right side. But what matters most, is being on the winning side of history, and unfortunately it seems you’ve chosen to not be on that side.
As Ubu readies himself, I sprint forward with my blade at the ready. Sadly with his exposure to Lazarus there seems to be no other option but to not hold back. I’m sorry Bruce, I have no other choice…………
At the age of 27 I still find myself engaging in all consuming roleplay scenes in my own little mind.
It happens most often when I am at a bar and weaving my way through a warren of staircases and corridors, past private doors and broom cupboards to find the ladies loo. I like to imagine myself as an assassin. Any other toilet visitor would be totally unaware that I was In assassin mode, My demeanour would suggest pissed bird on the way to the bogs. Really I am stalking the person in front of me, loading my 9MM, strutting along in leather catsuit, and high heel boots (totally ridiculous for anyone seriously considering a career in assassinations) My eyes laser-like follow and anticipate their every move, my kung-fu flexible legs ready to flick in every direction should they see my reflection approaching them in the urinal. The truth is that I'm usually so glazed over and un co-ordinated that I couldn't even react to a sloth trying to kiss me, let alone a big skinhead man turning around and weeing on my shoes ( I don't know why but I am always assassinating big bald headed men). Anyway, once the deed is done, I strut un-flustered back through the bar, wink at the barman and climb onto my beast of a motorbike (an MV Agusta would just about do) and roar off into the distance to make myself a nice crumble and cuddle my cat.