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Always have to argue with the iPhone when it comes to the voice command like "Play Prior Song" or if I say "Play Play" wishing it plays "Play" CD of Moby, stupid thing simply does not understand these two commands. I know I could switch to the another language I can speak but do you expect me to speak to iPhone anything else than English.
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The Nan Elephant Camp, in the Nan province of Thailand, is small-scale and offers visitors the opportunity to get up close and personal with elephants and enjoy a unique experience in a natural environment. At Nan Elephant Camp, visitors can engage in various activities such as feeding, bathing and riding elephants. The camp strives to interact with the elephants in a respectful and responsible manner, with an emphasis on the welfare of the animals. Visitors can also learn more about elephants and their behavior, history, and conservation. The camp hosts educational programs and provides information on the challenges elephants face in Thailand. In addition, the Nan Elephant Camp also offers the opportunity to enjoy the beautiful natural environment of the Nan region. Visitors can hike through the lush forests, enjoy breathtaking views, and participate in other activities such as bamboo rafting trips. It is important to note that the welfare of elephants in tourist attractions is sometimes questioned. When visiting an elephant camp, it is therefore advisable to choose locations that are committed to ethical tourism and the conservation of elephants in the wild.
A mahout is a term used in Southeast Asia, particularly in countries such as Thailand, India and Myanmar, to denote an elephant caretaker or trainer. The mahout is responsible for taking care of, training and supervising the elephants. Traditionally, the mahout's role has been passed down from generation to generation within certain families or communities closely associated with elephants. Mahouts build strong bonds with their elephants and develop a deep understanding of their behavior and needs. Mahouts play a crucial role in ensuring the well-being of the elephants. They teach the elephants to obey through voice commands and gestures. Mahouts are also responsible for feeding, bathing and caring for the elephants, as well as keeping both the elephant and those around them safe. The work of mahouts has been subject to debate and change in recent years, mainly due to ethical considerations related to tourism and elephant welfare. There is an increasing focus on promoting responsible tourism and preserving elephants in their natural habitat. This is developing new approaches that respect the relationship between mahouts and elephants, putting the welfare and protection of the elephants first. Photo of Elephant แม่ทองมัด born in 1968.
Het Nan Olifanten kamp, in de provincie Nan in Thailand, is kleinschalig en biedt bezoekers de mogelijkheid om van dichtbij kennis te maken met olifanten en te genieten van een unieke ervaring in een natuurlijke omgeving. In het Nan Elephant Camp kunnen bezoekers verschillende activiteiten ondernemen, zoals het voeren, baden en berijden van olifanten. Het kamp streeft ernaar om de interactie met de olifanten op een respectvolle en verantwoorde manier te laten plaatsvinden, met de nadruk op het welzijn van de dieren. Bezoekers kunnen ook meer leren over olifanten en hun gedrag, geschiedenis en behoud. Het kamp organiseert educatieve programma's en biedt informatie over de uitdagingen waarmee olifanten in Thailand worden geconfronteerd. Een mahout is een term die wordt gebruikt in Zuidoost-Azië, met name in landen als Thailand, India en Myanmar, om een olifantenverzorger of -trainer aan te duiden. De mahout is verantwoordelijk voor het verzorgen, trainen en begeleiden van de olifanten. Traditioneel wordt de rol van mahout van generatie op generatie doorgegeven binnen bepaalde families of gemeenschappen die nauw verbonden zijn met olifanten. Mahouts bouwen een sterke band op met hun olifanten en ontwikkelen een diepgaand begrip van hun gedrag en behoeften. Mahouts hebben een cruciale rol in het waarborgen van het welzijn van de olifanten. Ze leren de olifanten gehoorzamen door middel van spraakopdrachten en gebaren. Mahouts zijn ook verantwoordelijk voor het voeden, baden en verzorgen van de olifanten, evenals voor het veilig houden van zowel de olifant als de mensen om hen heen. Het werk van mahouts is de afgelopen jaren onderhevig geweest aan discussie en veranderingen, voornamelijk vanwege ethische overwegingen met betrekking tot het toerisme en het welzijn van olifanten. Er is steeds meer aandacht voor de bevordering van verantwoord toerisme en het behoud van olifanten in hun natuurlijke habitat. Hierdoor worden nieuwe benaderingen ontwikkeld die de relatie tussen mahouts en olifanten respecteren, waarbij het welzijn en de bescherming van de olifanten voorop staan. Foto van olifant met de naam แม่ทองมัด geboren in 1968.
Today I thought, I'll put the German original Poem underneath the English version. Hope, you enjoy this. Have a wonderful Sunday!
Upward Bound
A hot air balloon in morning light,
Drifts through skies of endless height,
Its colors bold, its path unknown,
A symbol rising all alone.
No tether holds, no voice commands,
It floats above the shouting lands—
Where minds are free to soar and speak,
And truths are neither mild nor meek.
Each gust of wind, a thought set free,
Each flame, a word in liberty;
Together rising, thought and voice,
In silence, noise becomes a choice.
So may we lift, with hearts unbound,
Where dreams and speech and thoughts are found—
A sky where minds, like balloons, glide,
Unafraid, and dignified.
Aufwärts Getrieben
Ein Heißluftballon im Morgenlicht,
Schwebt durch den Himmel, weicht der Sicht,
Sein Farbenspiel, sein freier Lauf,
Ein Zeichen, das sich hebt hinauf.
Kein Seil, das hält, kein Ruf, der lenkt,
Er fliegt, wo niemand ihn bedrängt—
Wo freies Denken leise spricht
Und Wahrheit flackert, hell im Licht.
Ein Windstoß – wie ein freier Sinn,
Die Flamme – Worte, klar darin;
Gemeinsam steigen sie empor,
Gedanke, Stimme, leises Chor.
So mögen wir, vom Herz befreit,
Erheben uns zur Klarheit weit—
Ein Himmel, wo Gedanken zieh’n,
Unerschrocken, stolz und kühn.
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Imagine - John Lennon & The Plastic Ono Band
While walking downtown in Denver I saw this woman and her dog. She was giving him voice commands to have him step to the side of the walkway to let my nephew and I pass. I complimented her and her dog and asked if I could take a photo of her with her dog. Her face lit up and agreed to pose for a portrait. She sat down next to her dog for this photo. He must be a wonderful companion for her. At the same time he is another mouth to feed.
We were out snowshoeing on the slopes of Mt. Hood when I saw this threesome trudging up the hill in skis. Well, I should say one was trudging, one was being pulled, and one seemingly had unlimited energy to power up the hill.....puppy power.
Not sure if the little pup saw me or heard the audible clomp of my Hasselblad mirror, but over he came to say hello. Apparently this was his first time on the mountain and in the snow in general. He wasn't responding to voice commands all that well, but I don't blame him, he just wanted to see it all.
Maybe 45 minutes later, I saw this same trio bombing down the mountain, same pup leading the way. I didn't have time to grab my camera and capture them on the way down, but I got this one on the way up. A cool shot of the three of them set against the snow, overcast skies, and the trees in the distance.
Image with my Hasselblad 500cm
Around Christmas time in the year 1641, a man named Hendrik Busman was walking the 11-mile journey from Weeze to Geldern and stopped, as he often did, to pray at a cross along the road in Kevelaer. While praying he heard a voice say “build me a chapel on this site”.
Although obviously a religious man, he did not pay much attention, until the same thing happened two more times. Then, to further motivate him, his wife had a vision the next Easter in which she saw a chapel with a portrait of Our Lady of Luxembourg inside. As it happened she had been offered the chance to buy such an image previously but decided that it was too expensive.
This was finally the sign that convinced Hendrik that he should do as the voice commanded, and he sent his wife out to try to find the image and purchase it. After a great deal of effort she was able to do so and returned with the image.
TRIPLE-PURPOSE CATTLE for Milk, Draft & Beef
Dexter cattle for Milk
There are many accounts of Dexter milk production reported over the years and those can be found in the books available from the ADCA. It is evident from the literature that Dexter cattle produce plenty of milk for most families. In herds which have been selected for milk production, yields of 3,600 liters per lactation have been reported. To convert that to gallons, divide by 3.79 which results in 950 gallons. If the lactation lasted for 305 days as it does on most dairies in the U.S., the cows would be producing about 3 gallons per day. The milk in that report had 4.1% butterfat content.
Reports from individuals who milk a cow for family use suggest that the production level varies with breeding and feed, but is 1.5 to 2.5 gallons per day. In a survey done by the ADCA Science Committee, some owners shared milk with a calf, while others took all of the milk for family use, so it was difficult to get an exact amount of milk produced. However, in each case the owners were pleased with the quantity and quality of the milk from Dexters.
Dexter cattle for Draft
An ox is merely a steer with a good education, and Dexters do educate well. They are smart, which means that they can pick up a bad habit as quickly as a good one, but this is not generally a problem as long as the ox teamster is always smarter than the oxen. Consistency, fairness, and patience are important with training cattle. It is advisable to begin handling and training the calves within days of their birth. Halter breaking, voice commands, and learning to wear a yoke usually begin early. Then it's time and practice, and there is no substitute for spending hours with your cattle, and no greater pleasure than spending time with your Dexters.
Dexters are agile, trainable, sturdy, little oxen. The larger ones are able to pull a walking plow, logs, and wagons. For the smaller steers, loads certainly have to scaled down. Dexters are intelligent and willing to learn. Their spunk makes them want to pull and do the work asked of them. Putting lots of time into training a yoke of oxen makes any teamster want the pair to last for years. Dexters do generally tend to be blessed with longevity, so this is another plus for them as oxen.
For the serious ox puller, Dexters can stay competitive in the lower weight classes for their entire lives and thus have an advantage over younger, less experienced yokes of cattle.
"Underground" shooting in a parking with the lovely Sarah.
Light setup:
1 cobra in beauty dish triggered with yn622c with ETTL to fill in the modelle.
Thanks to her boy friend which was my VCFC (Voice Commanded Flash Carrier)
Another character from an RP. Avina started out as a Voice Command System/AI installed in a modified F-22. She was downloaded into an android body which was brought to life by a magical medallion
Around Christmas time in the year 1641, a man named Hendrik Busman was walking the 11-mile journey from Weeze to Geldern and stopped, as he often did, to pray at a cross along the road in Kevelaer. While praying he heard a voice say “build me a chapel on this site”.
Although obviously a religious man, he did not pay much attention, until the same thing happened two more times. Then, to further motivate him, his wife had a vision the next Easter in which she saw a chapel with a portrait of Our Lady of Luxembourg inside. As it happened she had been offered the chance to buy such an image previously but decided that it was too expensive.
This was finally the sign that convinced Hendrik that he should do as the voice commanded, and he sent his wife out to try to find the image and purchase it. After a great deal of effort she was able to do so and returned with the image.
About the Chapel:
In June 1642 the Chapel was finished and the image installed. As word spread the chapel became a place of pilgrimage throughout Germany. In September 8 of that year (Feast of the Nativity of the Blessed Virgin Mary) a couple brought their son to the chapel. Their son had been paralyzed for 5 years, unable to walk or stand. Two days later he was able to walk and stand with no problems. After word spread of this and other cures, it became a popular place of pilgrimage.
Today, the chapel (called the Chapel of the Candles) still stands, as well as a magnificent Basilica to handle the crowds, since the small chapel does not accommodate many people. Almost one million pilgrims come here each year, primarily from the Netherlands and Germany, but from other countries as well.
Batman and Green Arrow could hear bickering as soon as the vigilantes entered the greenery.
"I'm amazed they've accomplished as much as they did..." Oliver quipped, trailing closely behind Bruce.
"Quiet." Bruce ordered
"Even if you were ElephantMan, I don't think they'd notice us..." Oliver drew an Arrow, "Here, allow me..."
Oliver pulled back his bow and released an arrow that struck the ground in front of the two bickering assailants. The tip of the arrow exploded like a small flash-bang grenade, silencing them both in a puff of smoke.
Merlyn immediately drew his own bow but was still blinded. Ivy shrieked as thick vines grew around her in defense.
"Alright kids, playtime's over!" Green Arrow taunted, stepping into the light.
Batman put a hand in his face and groaned. He stood from his hiding spot, meeting Oliver at his side. "Come clean and I promise your sentence may be shortened." His deep voice commanded.
Ivy's vines slowly receded, "Oooh look, Merlyn, it's The Batman in our own garden.... And he's brought along a handsome new friend...." she grinned, raising an eyebrow, "I like your colors Robin Hood...."
Green Arrow was taken back a little, "Yoouu're a special kind of crazy, aren't ya?"
Bruce cut in, "This isn't like you Pamela. Working with Malcolm is wrong and you know it. He doesn't care how you feel. Merlyn is not your friend."
"...Oh but Batman.... My only 'real' friend is mother nature. You of all people should know that...." she gazed across the piles of gold, "Besides, think of all the land this could buy... I could start anew.... just me and my babies....”
"Look lady, we don't want any trouble!" Oliver tightened the grip on his bow, "This whole 'borrowing shiny stuff that isn't yours' thing… well, that gets old real fast! See, my suggestion is t-"
"Enough!" Merlyn shouted, "You vigilantes are the least of my concerns! With the idol back in the possession of The League of Assassins, nothing will stop the tides from washing away the evil this world has rought!”
Oliver smirked, "Well in that case Malcolm, how about you and I go skinny dippin'?"
"Yes, lets!" Merlyn fired an arrow and the fight was on!
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Things are really picking up now!
Check back again tomorrow night for part 3, or see the full set of images right now over on Patreon! :)
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My Patreon has early photography, behind the scenes images, and WIPs of upcoming projects, plus some back story to how this photoshoot came to be!
This is a walkway that extends down to the protective bunker at Saratoga Springs Air Force Station (1952-1977) - A Cold War Air Force Radar Station first established in 1952 near Stillwater, Saratoga County, New York. Initially known as Schuylerville Radar Site, named Saratoga Springs Air Force Station on 1 Dec 1955 after a nearby location. This site assumed coverage from Lashup Radar Site L-7 in Schenectady, New York. Initially assigned a Permanent ID of P-50, later a Sage ID of Z-50. Abandoned in 1977.
Established on 1 Feb 1952 and became operational in 1952 as Saratoga Springs Air Force Station manned by the 656th AC&W Squadron. The station initially had both a Ground-Control Intercept (GCI) and early warning mission. The early warning mission involved tracking and identifying all aircraft entering their airspace while the GCI mission involved guiding Air Force interceptors to any identified enemy aircraft. Controllers at the station vectored fighter aircraft at the correct course and speed to intercept enemy aircraft using voice commands via ground-to-air radio.
Initial equipment included the FPS-3 and FPS-5 radars.
While Dot spotting yesterday I chanced upon this drone patrolling up and down the River frontage.
The local Gulls and especially an Oyster Catcher were not best pleased about it and were making a heck of a din while dive-bombing the intruder
I've only seen the odd one from a distance so I sought out the 'pilot' standing not too far away and got chatting.
Funded under a joint scheme by the local Council and a Government initiative it's being used in relation to the local Gull population and also some COVID19 'Social Distancing' monitoring.
For both uses, the drone is equipped with an AF (Audio Feed) system where the operator can either invoke Gull 'distress' calls to try and disperse them or for the latter, various voice commands can be activated so as to remotely advise any groups or individuals of the error of their ways and suggest appropriate actions.
This was just a practice run for an initial three month trial and in my book, the jury is out as whether it will be effective.
Time will tell.
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Pictured is a Royal Air Force Typhoon FGR4 at the Royal International Air Tattoo.
The Typhoon FGR4 provides the RAF with a highly capable and extremely agile multi-role combat aircraft, capable of being deployed in the full spectrum of air operations, including air policing, peace support and high intensity conflict.
Initially deployed in the air-to-air role as the Typhoon F2, the aircraft now has a potent and precise multirole capability.
The pilot can carry out many functions by voice command or through a hands-on stick and throttle system. Combined with an advanced cockpit and the HEA (Helmet equipment assembly) the pilot is superbly equipped for all aspects of air operations.
Britain, Germany, Italy and Spain formally agreed to start development of the aircraft in 1988 with contracts for a first batch of 148 aircraft – of which 53 were for the RAF – signed ten years later. Deliveries to the RAF started in 2003 to 17(R) Sqn who were based at BAE Systems Warton Aerodrome in Lancashire (alongside the factory where the aircraft were assembled) while detailed development and testing of the aircraft was carried out. Formal activation of the first Typhoon Squadron at RAF Coningsby occurred on the 1st Jul 2005.
The aircraft took over responsibility for UK QRA on 29 Jun 2007 and was formally declared as an advanced Air Defence platform on 1 Jan 2008.
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One of the Suit of Dolls (Coins), the group of Offensive-Type Dolls (Mari is Clubs), Gunner has the greatest raw power of the four. Accidentally developed while trying to build a confetti blaster, Pami is always dormant, and it can be only active temporarily under voice commands from Eruei or Aigara.
She currently lies dormant in a jungle temple, revered as a goddess after she protected Aigara and the natives from a pack of demonic beasts.
Doll nº: 007.
Title: Doll Gunner, Coins of the Suit of Dolls.
Nickname: "Pami" (by Aigara), Dulgana (by local tribe).
Color trait: Bright Reddish Violet.
Functionality: Offense.
Abilities: Gun replication, ammo recycling, high accuracy, multi-target evaluation, overwhelming gunpower.
Current state: Inoperative (dormant).
She's able to fire up to 40 studs with no reloading! =D More pictures here: www.flickr.com/photos/golden_arpeggio/albums/721576692761...
First shooting with Sarah.
We went in a parking to try some "under ground grounge" looks.
And as she was seating here, I have seen this "dark composition".
It is for me the expression of depseration.
Is it working?
Light setup:
1 cobra in beauty dish triggered with yn622c with ETTL to fill in the modelle.
Thanks to her boy friend which was my VCFC (Voice Commanded Flash Carrier)
Take One Step, Seas Life (Of Love(s Of) Life) - IMRAN™
Life is so full of ironies and visual wordplays. Take this photo of my current situation, for example. I'm standing in the cold waters of Tampa Bay on a warming afternoon, outside my blessed home.
I looked down and then up. Things were looking up and I was down with it. Engulfed by natural moistness from the Gulf, these are the thoughts that washed over me... intellectual and emotional waves of pleasure coming in and on a literal wet dreamscape... as I clicked the iPhone button to capture it all in one frame.
Everyone tells us to stay close to home, not venture too far from shore, to resist the call of the sea, to not cross the oceans. We are told to stay grounded, keep our feet firmly planted, not to rock the boat even if we are permitted to get on one.
But to the ones who were born to explore new horizons, travel the world and seven seas, cross every ocean, share the space-time continuum with kindred souls — soulmates and sail-mates, whose hearts, minds, bodies, and souls equally full of love, lust, desire, passion, adventure, and an insatiable hunger experience it all — to live lives even beyond the limits of imagination.
And it is with those distant unseen, maybe even nonexistent, ports of calling in mind, with hearts throbbing to have precious heartthrobs come along on the journey, that we venture out on the oceans of time. The irony of how even getting to the oceans calling our names sometimes means crossing rivers as obstacles along the way.
But the journey of a million lifetimes of love begins with a single step, with one look, with one kiss. Just as you start to get your feet wet, the sea of love itself rises to meet you, greet you, embrace you. And next thing you know you’re knee-deep in it. Hooked to the sea but unleashed in every sense.... nothing between where you are and where you want to be but Fate telling you the plot but you writing your Destiny.
Come, my beloveds, my sail-mates, let my words release the lines that tie you to the ordinary life, let my voice command you to your wildest dreams, let my eyes unwrap the sails draping you, let my fingers plot the poetry of our life’s journey mapped on the perfection of your body, as I penetrate the darkness of the night seas that scare you, together to open beautiful corridors like moist pink morning clouds, ready to be seen & seeded with an unbridled love of life... and an infinite life of love.
That is what I visualize from this photo. Can you see and feel it, my loves!
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(I post my words from the iPhone screen as a stream of consciousness without any editing, so I often catch & fix typos or grammar issues later).
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Taken by surprise, Aiden's eyes snapped up as an antagonistic man strode up to their table from behind Vincent and Damien. "What the-?" Aiden started but cut himself off as the man slammed his hands down on the edge of their table and turned a wry, dark smile upon Vincent's sudden stoic expression. He leaned forward over Vincent slightly, challenge flashing in his eyes as he asked, "So Vincent, do you have it?"
From his left, Damien began to grumble but Vincent wasn't paying attention. A stoic expression remained upon his face as he gave a small sigh and stared down into his mug and said, "No." "No?" came the mocking tone. Vincent, appearing unbothered by this threatening man beside him, responded boredly, "No, and I'm afraid I do not know what you are talking about. I do not gamble and I have no debts." Beside him, Damien turned bodily, sliding one leg out from under the bench as he readied himself to possibly jump in at any moment.
"Then allow me to refresh your memory," came a smooth, slightly deep voice from behind Vincent. Aiden's eyes turned towards the speaker. The speaker was a lovely, effeminate man with a rose shaped eyepatch over his left eye and dressed up nicer than his apparent partner who was more muscular, scarred, and intimidating. To Vincent's right, the man gave a slight chuckle. "Do you even remember? Heh, after all you WERE pretty drunk off your ass. I'd be surprised if you can even remember what you had for dinner last night."
Aiden's brow furrowed as Damien moved to stand. "You best watch yourself," Damien snarled but Aiden's gaze returned to Vincent who had ignored the jab and lifted his mug to his lips and took a generous gulp as the man behind him began to explain, stepping closer as he paced slowly. "It may not be habitual of you, darling, but seven months ago you and your pretty boy guard dog over there were at The Fat Lady's drinking and betting that no one could beat him in the arm wrestling. Micah here was winning until you did that silly stumble of yours and broke his concentration. We lost a lot of money that night." Vincent said nothing as he set his mug down and gave a sigh as if bored with the whole conversation.
Finally after a moment, the man who was apparently Micah growled, "Well, don't you have anything to say at all for yourself?" Vincent turned his bored gaze upon the man and then glanced over his shoulder to quickly cast his gaze over the man behind him. A moment later his eyes met Micah's and he responded firmly, "You are lying. I don't know who you are or why you're even here but I'm going to warn you one time: Leave."
There was a loud silence and all was still in the tavern. Then suddenly, Vincent found his collar grabbed and was yanked off the bench and to his feet by Micah with rough force.
"HEY!" Aiden exclaimed as Damien simultaneously cursed, "Who the fuck do you think you are?" Damien had jumped to his feet, spreading his arms wide in taunt. Aiden had begun to rise as well!
Meanwhile, from behind them the other part of the antagonistic duo stood there, watching with an air of annoyance as the two converged upon his partner. "Bloody Hell," he groaned as he pinched the bridge of his nose and gazed out at the scene before him. "What a fucking idiot."
Micah's fingers clenched tightly upon Vincent's collar as he roughly pushed him to stand straight and glared into his face before grinning darkly. "One way or another, I'll get what I'm owed out of you. At this point, I don't care if it’s coin or flesh."
What happened next was exceedingly fast! Aiden had just pulled his leg out from under the table and was standing when suddenly Vincent's hand grasped his attacker's wrists. Micah's eyes widened in what Aiden fleetingly recognized as fear as Micah gazed back into Vincent's eyes. Whatever it was he saw there made him falter that split second. The next thing Aiden realized, Vincent had maneuvered around, twisting the larger Micah around so his arm was twisted up behind him! Vincent's left hand pressed to Micah's head and roughly pressed him face down into the table beside them and drew his left foot to press to the bench for better leverage. Micah exclaimed, "SHIT!" in surprise and pain as he twisted his face to gaze up over his shoulder. His right cheek was an angry red and swollen from the impact!
Behind him, the other man who was with Micah gasped and stared in clear surprise. He...hadn't expected Vincent to be so skilled and ready to fight back. Glancing over, he saw a smug smirk on the one bionic man's face and the rather impressed expression on the blonde's.
Vincent's fingers curled into Micah's scalp as he growled, "Now you're just being rude, Micah. It IS Micah, right? I warned you to leave and now here we are. The next time you decide to slander my name..." He pressed up on Micah's arm, causing him to gasp and jump with momentary pain as he clung to the side of the table and tried to get his footing better. Instead, Vincent pressed his face harder into the table and raised his arm higher so it nearly dislocated causing Micah to grit his teeth. "...remember I'm not just a pretty face."
From behind them, Damien smirked and chuckled. He was all for stepping in but the truth was he knew Vincent was more than capable. Beside him, Aiden stood with wide eyes as he gazed upon Vincent handling and manhandling his attacker with calm and ease. "Wow," he murmured, causing Damien to glance over with a tiny smirk. To be honest, the sight of seeing the smaller, quiet captain suddenly defending himself so epically was...quite arousing! Well there was definitely more to Vincent than he let on!
"Well THIS has certainly been an invigorating experience," came the wry voice of the nicely dressed man with the rose eyepatch. Hearing that, Micah let out a grunt of frustration and shouted with a slight muffle, "Damn you, Thorn! Help me out!"
Vincent glanced slightly over his shoulder, fingers tightening on Micah's wrist as he gazed at the man called Thorn. Thorn stared and finally gave a dramatic sigh and nonchalantly began to head for the door. "To what end? You've done gone ahead and got yourself into this mess. Why should I dirty my hands to help you when you're the one going off being an idiot?" He pulled open the door and turned, fingers gently tapping the door jamb as he waited for his partner even though Micah was still under Vincent's leverage.
There was a loud clearing of the throat from across the room where the tavern keeper spoke firmly, "You boys need to take this quarrel outside! I won't tolerate this!" Vincent glanced over at the man with a small sigh, nodded, then released Micah before taking a step back and standing between Damien and Aiden.
Micah groaned in pain as his arm was released from the painful pressure it’d been under for the last fifteen seconds or so. He barely managed to catch himself from sliding over, pushing to stand and facing Vincent and the other two men as he breathed hard and heavy, shoulders moving with each frustrated breath. For a long moment, no one said anything as the crew stared down Micah who seemed like he was going to charge like a bull.
Micah stared at Vincent who gazed back into his eyes, seeing how his right eye was swollen, nearly shut and scratched up from the roughness of the table. The tiniest smirk touched the corner of Vincent's lips as he felt a touch of pride in his handiwork which made Micah see red. He took a step forward, but Thorn's sharp voice commanded, "Micah!" which made him stop on the spot. He stared into Vincent's eye then turned on his heel and walked out, cursing under his breath, "One way or another...fucking Hell..."
Thorn held open the door with a wry smile though his eye reflected his inner frustration with his partner. "Idiot," he scoffed. Once Micah made his way out to the sunny street, Thorn turned to look at Vincent and his crewmates with that same wry smile. "Not quite the pleasure to see you again but we will be in touch." And he left, shutting the door.
Vincent's eyes followed the pair of them as they quickly ducked their way around the tavern to the alleyway though he could make out the silhouette of Thorn smacking the side of Micah's head. With a roll of his eyes, Vincent went to sit at the bench and tried to ignore all the stares from the few other patrons as Damien walked to the door and peeked out to make sure they were really gone.
Across from him, Aiden slowly sat down with wide eyes. "That was...unexpected. What was THAT about?" Vincent huffed and stared down into his empty mug and reached for the pitcher so he could refill it. He needed it now. "Fuck if I know," he explained with a shrug. "I've never seen either of them before. No matter how drunk I have ever been, I don't gamble; stupidest thing I've ever heard: me betting on an arm wrestling competition."
Damien returned at that moment and took his seat beside Vincent and furrowed his brow as he went into thought. "I...don't know, Vincent. I mean we DID go out to the Fat Lady's last time we were here. You know sometimes I do those competitions for extra coins." Even Aiden had seen Damien go at it once. If he had the money he might have even considered betting on him! Aiden's concerned gaze moved from Damien to Vincent once more. "Is it possible you might have just that one time?"
Vincent frowned into his now filled mug and then drained halfway with a small shrug. "No. Maybe. I don't know!" He leaned forward, hunched slightly and drew the mug a little closer. He couldn't remember the duo or even being at the Fat Lady's Tavern but if Damien said they were indeed there that night...was it possible he HAD done it after all in his drunken stupor?
The rest of their meeting didn't last very long at all. The whole mood had dampened and even the rest of the patrons in the tavern were quiet and often staring and it was causing Vincent's anxiety to spike. He quickly paid for his crew's drinks and bit extra for the inconvenience of his attacker. Vincent approached the table once more, eyes downcast as he said to Aiden, "I'll be at the ship tomorrow around three o'clock. See you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow..."
"Damien, I'll see you tomorrow too?"
"Yeah, I'll be there. Want me to walk you home?"
Vincent shook his head. "I'll be fine as I just demonstrated." He didn't look at them as he turned, ducking out behind the door and heading back towards his home quickly as he tried to analyze all that had happened and tried to sort truth from lies.
Aiden wanted to follow him but he could see Vincent was in one of those moods where he really just wanted to be alone to sort out his thoughts. He hadn't known the man very long but there were parts of him that were very telling. He glanced over at Damien who quirked his mouth and sighed. "Doesn't sound like it's over, does it?" Aiden shook his head and frowned.
Meanwhile, out in the alley, Thorn stood with Micah who was lowering his hand from his eye with a hiss as Thorn looked it over. Finally he gave a huff. "You are a fucking idiot, Micah, I swear. I'll take care of that when we get back...maybe" Micah frowned and turned as he leaned against the nearby building and rotated his now sore arm. "Fucking Hell. He just caught me off guard is all." "No shit!" snapped Thorn, lip curling in disgust. "Why can't you just THINK for one Goddamn minute instead of rushing in. God, THIS is why you can never go off on your own. You. Need. Me."
Micah didn't give a response. He knew Thorn was right. Feeling frustrated, Thorn glanced over towards the road...and saw Vincent Dubois walking alone with his head down and hunched slightly as he focused on just getting home. A smirk grew on Thorn's lips as he said, "Seems like we may be able to have some fun after all."
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This scene was taken in Second Life at Victorian London - Time Portal in the Meat Pie Shop behind the Ten Bells Tavern (located in city square)!
You can check out this AMAZING roleplay-type parcel and even rent from there! Its so realistic! Seriously! The details here are incredible!
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***Please note this is a BOY LOVE (BL/yaoi/gay) series. It is a slow burn and rated PG13!***
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Special thank you to Vin Raven-Mysterious/Be My Mannequin? Pose Store for collaborating with me on this series and co-starring as The Captain!
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Photo taken at the Canadian Raptor Conservancy. This bird is quite young still.. It flies without being tethered although there are leather anklets on the legs. It responds to voice command and raw meat ;)
Basic Training: Day One - Teaching Sit, Stay, Sit Up, & Shake, S01/Ep05. In this webisode I work with Zeus & Phoebe reinforcing the sit & stay command while teaching them new tricks such as sit-up and shake. Also, teaching them to take turns while doing tricks including moving back & forth between the front and rear of the stage. Filmed on Saturday, April 07, 2012. It was a very bright day.
Watch it here - www.youtube.com/watch?v=FWrkqjyveXM
Names: Huff and Puff
Real Names: Holly Hough and Michael Noon
Status: Villains
Abilities:
Huff: Increased Lung capacity and is able to blow really hard.
Puff: His suit is made out of lightweight and durable metal, and puffs up and deflates on voice command. Helmet counters dizziness and nausea.
Main Weaknesses:
Huff: Her love for Michael, her allergy to nicotine, and getting objects caught in her throat while inhaling.
Puff: His love for Holly, as well as the fact that if the helmet is 20 feet away from the suit, the suit won't work.
Backstories:
Huff: When Holly was twelve years old there was an experimental gas leak, and she accidentally inhaled some of it. As soon as she did, she felt clenching pains in her chest, so she was immediately rushed to the hospital. There the doctors couldn't find anything wrong, and within hours the pain went away. She never found out what truly happened to her until a decade later. Holly was walking home, when suddenly she was be mugged. Unfortunately her mugger was smoking, and that made her nicotine allergy act up. She start coughing, and one of her coughs literally blew the mugger right into a dumpster. When he tried to get up, she blew at him, launching him back again. Putting out the cigarette, she took this chance to instead mug him, and thus began her career as a thief.
Puff: When he was in college, Michael Noon and his best friend started developing a suit based off and idea for human bowling they had back in high school. A few years after they graduated, they completed the suit. A representative of a company they've never heard of came and offered to buy the suit, but Michael and his friend declined, for they had other plans. The next day Michael found his friend murdered in his apartment, the place ransacked. All of the information and work on the suit had been stolen, and that gave Michael a theory, and an idea. He was assaulted later that evening, but he had laid a trap, so the attacker was captured. In his grief and anger, Michael tortured the attacker, cutting off one of their hands. They eventually escaped, but by then it was too late. Michael knew there could be no going back from what he'd done. It was then he realized he could use the suit for crime. Michael originally became "The Human Bowling Ball," but that all changed when he met Holly. They were both robbing the same bank, and became instantly infatuated with each other. Michael changed his alias to "Puff," and they went on committing crimes together, their love for each other growing with each one.
Ideally I would've used the CMF Series 12 Princess's face for Huff to indicate blowing, but as I don't have it, I used this head which indicates inhaling. I also apologize for the length, I just wanted to include them both in the same post. Anyway, thanks for reading, and have a swell day!
Pictured is a Royal Air Force Typhoon pilot in front of his Typhoon FGR4 (with groundcrew) in Latvia.
The Typhoon FGR4 provides the RAF with a highly capable and extremely agile multi-role combat aircraft, capable of being deployed in the full spectrum of air operations, including air policing, peace support and high intensity conflict.
Initially deployed in the air-to-air role as the Typhoon F2, the aircraft now has a potent and precise multirole capability.
The pilot can carry out many functions by voice command or through a hands-on stick and throttle system. Combined with an advanced cockpit and the HEA (Helmet equipment assembly) the pilot is superbly equipped for all aspects of air operations.
Britain, Germany, Italy and Spain formally agreed to start development of the aircraft in 1988 with contracts for a first batch of 148 aircraft – of which 53 were for the RAF – signed ten years later. Deliveries to the RAF started in 2003 to 17(R) Sqn who were based at BAE Systems Warton Aerodrome in Lancashire (alongside the factory where the aircraft were assembled) while detailed development and testing of the aircraft was carried out. Formal activation of the first Typhoon Squadron at RAF Coningsby occurred on the 1st Jul 2005.
The aircraft took over responsibility for UK QRA on 29 Jun 2007 and was formally declared as an advanced Air Defence platform on 1 Jan 2008.
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Ode to a Tangerine
O tangerine,
that once was green,
and hung upon a tree
I thank the Lord
I can afford
a tangerine for me.
O fruit so sweet
compact, complete
ingeniously made
with sticky hands
my voice commands
a citrus serenade.
O brightly colored
citrus fruit!
your value no one
can dispute
such cunning package
for your flavor
I can't express
the joy I savor
Every segment,
cool and sweet--
O tangerine,
you're good to eat.
And now remains
an orange heap
the skin and seeds
I will not keep
but mem'ry fond
I'll cherish long
by tangerine's
compos'ed song.
allpoetry.com/poem/443188-Ode-to-a-Tangerine-by-Reflected...
Young Heroes Vol 1 - Issue #10 "A Choice"
*After Alpha delivered his speech about the power nullifying 'Meta-Pill' the team realised just what has been happening. Alpha had been using his position as mayor to go under the radar and gain control of Atlas City, where only winged and animal type metas are allowed to live there. This allowed him to only be challenged by a limited range of heroes whom could not obtain enough evidence for a full on A.N.G.E.L. Investigation into his alleged child smuggling. The team had found out he must've been using the villain, Sharkattack to intercept T.O.X.I.N.s children smuggling boats. Employing Snowdrop to hack the radar of the boats to go undetected and also tamper with any tracking devices onboard. From then on it was using various villains for hired help to transport the children from the shore and sneak them into whatever facility inside Atlas City, where he had total control of authorities. He then had been conducting tests on the children for the so called, M-Pill. It didn't just nullify their abilities though. No. That was just so it could be dispatched. It clearly had some sort of brain washing side effect, something that made them totally obedient to Alpha's commands. Question remained, how could they prove it and or catch him in the act? They couldn't. Not yet at least. Vega knew this though, she has dealt with these kind of people before. Which is why she decided to pay him a visit.*
Alpha: "May I offer you a drink, my dear?"
Vega: "No."
Alpha: "Your loss."
*Alpha pours himself a glass pitcher of whiskey and licks his curled lips revealing his large teeth at Vega who's sits at his desk watching him through narrow lenses.*
Alpha: "You broke into my mansion."
Vega: "You should lock your doors."
*Alpha lets out a course growl of a laugh and holds his pitcher of whiskey flicking his tongue inside it like a dog with a bowl of water. He locks eyes with her and points out an extended claw finger and smirks*
Alpha: "I like you."
Vega: "Well I don't like you. I know you smuggled those kids to test out your M-Pill."
Alpha: "What are you going to do about it, hero? As far as I'm aware you have no evidence. Even if you were recording this conversation it is invalid because I never gave you my consent."
*Alpha trudges over to Vega towering over her and she looks up at his smug smile clenching her fists. Alpha notices this and growls grabbing her by the throat in his hand lifting her 3ft in the air at his level laughing at her grab his wrist struggling.*
Alpha: "I could kill you right now and say it was in self defence. Or I could howl for help saying there's a Meta in my mansion. You were a fool to come here."
Vega: "I only came to make a choice."
*Vega hits at Alpha's hands weakly making him smile with amusement as he slams a large meaty fist into her body making her go limp. He snorts dropping her, as she falls he backhands her across the room.*
Alpha: "What choice? Are you going to kill me, you can't. If you murdered me everyone would know it was a Meta. Humans adore me, they appeal to my Anti-Meta policy. It would start another a Meta war, like in Croatia."
Vega: *grunts* "Why do you want the kids on the M-Pill?"
Alpha: "I can simply activate their powers once again with a voice command. Only their little minds will be mine to control. Once the pill goes global I will have Meta's hooked and finally I will be the Alpha."
*Vega gets up slowly from the floor only to be grabbed in Alpha's paw and smashed through his desk. He pulls away looking down at the woman who lays there feebly trying to get up, she tilts her head looking up at him.*
Vega: "I've made my choice. I'm going to kill you."
Alpha: *laughs* "You can't kill me. You're beaten, you're weak, you're-"
Vega: "Faking."
*Alpha looks at her shocked as she becomes a blur quickly zipping away. He turns in a daze seeing her leap up and kick off his chest causing him to stagger back near his broken desk. He swipes at her with his claws only to scratch the empty air and growls angrily. Vega leaps up into the air locking eyes with him and claps her hand in a heartbeat rhythm off his chest. Alpha's heart beats abnormally as her hand blurs smacking his furry chest harder. She grabs his collar whilst he falls back on the remains of his desk pining and looks into his wide eyes feeling his heart twitch and and become still.*
Vega: "A heart attack. What a happy accident."
*Vega stands up dusting off her hands and speeds out the mansion into the night leaving Alpha alone in his study. She ended him, now she had to end the distribution of the M-Pill.*
Belle Reve Prison, Briefing Room, 0500.
"Well, 'Gentlemen' we'll get right to it. This man
*A Picture of a man dressed in a fancy business suit appeared on one of the screens*
Is Charles Augustus, he is a wealthy Bussiness man and millionair. And this man:
*Another picture appeared, with a man dressed in a cheap suit, and carrying a suitcase appeared on the other Screen*
is Hans Meinhardt, he is a Weapons & Drugs dealer, along with various other things. We have intel that Augustus wants to buy something from Meinhardt. At the moment we do not know what, but we know that Augustus has also bought various high-tech weapons a few months ago, so we can guess whatever Meinhardt is selling him could be something similar. Trevor."
"Thank you, Amanda. It is our job to stop this trade. We have a man on the inside and he was able to find out when and where the trade is. All of this Information is stored on these. These are like Hardrives, but you can check whatever is stored on them anytime, anywhere. No need for a Computer or anything like that. You can access any file via voice command, but each one of them can only be accessed by you."
"These things are sweet!"
"Yeah... that's one way to put it, Boomerang."
"So what's the plan, Mr Trevor ?"
"Before we get to 'the plan', you'll meet the newest member of the team, who will also be second-in-command. Deathstroke."
*The Pictures of Meinhardt and Augustus dissapeared as Slade Wilsons A.K.A. Deathstroke walked into the room*
"Slade."
"Hello, Floyd. Been a while..."
"Long enough for my taste."
"This is so sweet! We got the famous Deathstroke on our Team!"
"If you are finished with your small talk, shall we discuss the plan ? Alright then! Our informant has told us where the trade is going to happen. A warehouse, at the docks of Hamburg, Germany. The trade is happening at eleven PM, in two days."
"Alright, I got it! When are we 'departing', if I might say so ?"
"Emediatly. Right after you get your weapons."
"Cool! We're flying First Class, right ?!"
"Shut up, Harkness, you're going on my nerves. What weapons will we be getting, Trevor ?"
"Wait and see. Now we don't have all day, so move out Squad!"
*Cold, Boomerang and Deadshot all walked out of the room. Just as Deathstroke walked past Trevor toward the door, Trevor stopped him*
"Just so that we are clear: NOTHING has changed between us. Got it ?"
"Still holding a grudge, are we ?!"
"You killed my Wife and Duaghter, what do you expect ???"
"But let me guess: you're too professional to let your emotions get the better of you, right ?!"
"You're damn right. But let me warn you: I'll be keeping a close eye on you, and if you even THINK about stepping out of line, I will put you down for good."
"Guess I'll have to be carefull then, huh ?! But don't worry, I'll try to not piss you off. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a flight to catch."
*And with that Slade walked off
Waller walked over to Trevor*
"You two working together isn't going to be a problem, is it ?"
"Don't worry, Amanda. Won't be a problem."
*And with that he walked off*
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Sorry this took so long (again), but I've been so busy, I can't believe it! Anyway, hope you liked. :)
Third part will hopefully be up soon, I already have the story all planned out, I just need to finish the last build, and then it'll be ready!
Oh and I know Slade isn't really supposed to have his swords with him, but I only notiched that when I had already dismanteld the build, so I had no chance to change it. (Sorry)
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Not sure if the DFSK is official sold in Belgium.
The Fengguang 580 is a Mid-size CUV produced by Dongfeng Xiaokang, a subsidiary of Dongfeng Motor Co., Ltd.
The Fengguang 580 debuted during the 2016 Beijing Auto Show in China, and was launched on the Chinese car market in June 2016.
In Indonesia, the Fengguang 580 is sold as the DFSK Glory 580 since 2018. It was first displayed at the 25th Gaikindo Indonesia International Auto Show in August 2017, with a media test drive was held later in November 2017. The Glory 580 was launched to the public at the 26th Indonesia International Motor Show in April 2018. The Indonesian-spec DFSK Glory 580 is locally assembled in Indonesia at DFSK's Cikande facility in Serang, Banten and it was exported to other countries since December 2018.
In South Korea, the Fengguang 580 was launched in 2018 as the DFSK G7, the G7 was sold and distributed by a Korean vehicle dealer network whose known distributing and selling Chinese vehicles in South Korea, Shinwon CK Motors.
In Pakistan, the Fengguang 580 was launched in 2019 as the DFSK Glory 580, under DFSK's local distributor and assembler in Pakistan, Regal Automobiles Industries Limited.
Engines of the Fengguang 580 includes a 1.5 liter turbo producing 150 hp mated to a 6-speed manual gearbox or a 6-speed automatic gearbox. The Fengguang 580 is a full seven-seater with a 2-3-2 configuration.
The Fengguang 580 debuted in the Chinese market with prices ranging from 80,900 yuan to 123,000 yuan.
The Fengguang 580 received a facelift in 2018, changes includes redesigned front and rear bumpers, new wheel designs, redesigned rear taillights, and updated interior design and quality. The facelifted Fengguang 580 was also showcased in Indonesia at the 27th Gaikindo Indonesia International Auto Show in July 2019 as the DFSK Glory i-Auto, featuring a voice command system. The DFSK Glory i-Auto will be expected to be sold in Indonesia around 2019 or 2020.
Issue#18 "No laughing matter"
I stand next to Joker clutching my scythe smirking, the gas seeps its way down the long corridors into the lungs of every victim within it. I close my eyes waiting to hear the satisfying terrorised screams fill my ears as they see their worst fears but I frown beginning to hear chuckling and then loud hysteric laughter. I open my eyes staring in horror at the students who's mouths are stretched wide in pained smiles, I turn to Joker gritting my teeth "You betrayed me, you tampered with my gas!" I say angrily swinging my scythe at him. He ducks avoiding it laughing and looks at me amused "Aw come on, they think it's funny!"
I growl angrily slashing at him with my scythe every swipe inching it's way closer to him, he cackles jabbing his knife towards me grinning menacingly. I aim the bottom of my scythe at him spraying him with my Phobia Gas, a puff of smoke masks his face but he just laughs louder "Haha that does nothing to me!" He beams stabbing me with a syringe in his other hand, it pierces my arm and I wince kicking him back clutching my wrist as I feel a mysterious liquid course it's way through my veins. I begin to feel dizzy and flee upstairs to the rooftop stumbling, he chases after me with his knife raised above his head. I lift my scythe up shakily trying to block it but suddenly two bullets fly past me into jokers kneecaps, he cries out slightly in pain and buckles to the floor. I scramble behind cover and peek over the wall seeing a glimpse of a sniper with a black hood as he lifts up his rifle walking away from the window.
"Up here Puddin'" I hear a high pitched female voice command, I peer over the rooftop puzzled and see a Goliath of a creature clamber its way up the side of the building with Harley Quinn mounted on its back. She cries out angrily as the crocodile creature reaches the top of the building, I see Joker crawling away with a pained grin on his face as he leaves a trail of blood from his legs behind him. Harley leaps off the creatures back with her sledgehammer raised above her head glaring down at Joker full of hatred, Joker stares up at her with a look of amazement whilst she brings her sledgehammer down onto his skull. His blood splashes on my hat trickling down over my armour. I see her stand over his corpse with a sadistic smile spread across her face. I gag fleeing the scene hearing her laughter echo down the corridor after me whilst I stumble down the stairs beginning to chuckle "What did he inject me with?" I think to myself laughing hysterically.
Ode to a Tangerine
O tangerine,
that once was green,
and hung upon a tree
I thank the Lord
I can afford
a tangerine for me.
O fruit so sweet
compact, complete
ingeniously made
with sticky hands
my voice commands
a citrus serenade.
O brightly colored
citrus fruit!
your value no one
can dispute
such cunning package
for your flavor
I can't express
the joy I savor
Every segment,
cool and sweet--
O tangerine,
you're good to eat.
And now remains
an orange heap
the skin and seeds
I will not keep
but mem'ry fond
I'll cherish long
by tangerine's
compos'ed song.
allpoetry.com/poem/443188-Ode-to-a-Tangerine-by-Reflected...
Ebbie has accomplished reading two separate words "Sit and Down". Each word is printed on a separate manila folder ......with no Voice Command from me she reads and obeys......
Patience and love makes all things possible......
Explore #242 April 21, 2011
Thawne's words are still playing in the back of my mind as I race out of that prison, making my way towards the one place that has exactly what I need. The Cosmic Treadmill! Left at Star Labs of all places. Not really sure why though, as Barry never worked with them as the Flash. Anyways, I need the treadmill, as it helps us speedsters time travel better. Meaning, that we end up in the right place at the right time. After all, we wouldn't want to end up in a future where the Earth's radioactive or anything. Sorry, not really in the dystopian mood right now. It isn't long before I'm back at Star Labs, finding the room with the treadmill soon after. Next stop, the 30th Century! More specifically, Central City!
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"I'm back!" I say with a laugh, as I speed through the bustling streets of Central City, weaving through the oncoming traffic. Anti-Gravity is a big part of the 30th century tech. It's helped to prevent billions of crashes each year, so I'm glad to see me showing up in the past hasn't changed that. Besides, hover vehicles are just so much cooler anyway! Oh, there's the Renegades out on patrol! Nice! Taking down some Purifiers. It isn't long though, before I feel a tap on my shoulder. I look beside me, and it's yet another speedster. Though I don't recognize them. Black suit, with light blue accents throughout, with a helmet covering their face. Looks especially badass though!
"You're under arrest, for unregistered use of the Speed Force. Surrender now!" Its voice commands, as it continues to chase me through the city.
"Sorry, no can do! Kind of busy at the moment, trying to get answers! Catch me if ya can!" I taunt, sticking my tongue out, before going even faster. But the bounty hunter is in tight pursuit, not letting up in the slightest.
"President Thawne's not gonna be happy about this." I somehow manage to hear them talking, through their mumbling. I abruptly stop at the mention of his name.
"Thawne, president? Aha, you're joking, right? Right?" I ask, shuddering at the thought.
"No.. Why would I be?" The figure responds deadpan, with no change in tone.
"Well that's just great.." I groan. The speedster pulls out a device, which I recognize as a DNA holo scanner. Can instantly tell you within a matter of seconds who the person is.
"Bartholomew Henry Allen II.. Wait.. What? Bart, that's you?" Their tone shifts, to being more excited. They're almost cheering.
"I don't know what you're talking about! I'm the Flash!" I say, vibrating my voice, to sound differently.
"Sure you are cuz. I really should've figured it out sooner." Sure enough, as the speedster removes their helmet, I instantly recognize them. My cousin, Jenni Ognats. Also known as the Legionnaire XS.
"Jenni?! Woah, okay, that's a plot twist I wasn't expecting. What's going on here? I thought you were with the Legion? XS.." I look at her, completely baffled at the newfound changes.
"Legion? XS? Since when was I a legionnaire? Are you okay Bart? Cause the only other name I've ever gone by is Pursuit. I know you've been gone for a while, but you should know this.." She replies, looking rather concerned for me.
"Huh? Yeah, just fine. So crash, nothing to worry about." Besides me completely changing the timeline, and now a Thawne's president, along with Jenni being some sort of bounty hunter! Just what everyone wants!
"So why didn't you come back sooner? Your mom was worried sick. We expected a couple of hours, maybe a day at most. But it's been years. What have you been doing?" She prods, her voice almost trailing off.
"I couldn't help myself Jenni! Getting to see both Flashes in their prime? Who would dare miss something as awesome as that? Just too crash! I couldn't let that go so soon.. I've started to build a life there. I've got friends there!" I blurt out, as I can't help myself from smiling ear to ear.
"But you don't belong in the 21st century.. I know you don't want to hear this Bart, but this is your time.. You have family and friends here too. Can't discount it just for a chance to play hero. Besides, you risk changing the timeline by going back." There it is once again.. Jenni was always one to follow the rules.
"Lil late for that.." I mutter to myself.
"What was that?"
"Nothing Jenni. Nothing at all. Anyways, I gotta go. Wally West's been captured by Inertia, and I need to find some answers. Have you heard that name before? Inertia, that is."
"Inertia? Never heard of them.." She remarks.
"Really? Dangit. What about Thaddeus Thawne II?"
"Well President Thawne is Thaddeus Thawne. So it's probably best if you start there. Guess it's a good thing I have to bring you to him. Who knows, maybe he'll give you the answers you need." She explains.
"Guess I may as well.. Don't have any other leads to go off of after all." I say as I follow Jenni through Central City, towards a spiraling tower, in the center of the city. Yup, that sounds about right. Thawne's have quite the ego. Looks like I'll be talking to another Thawne today after all.
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Wildlife Photography, Jungle.
Nikon D300 DX Camera.
Nikkor 70-300VR Lens.
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Warning ! Warning ! .. Do Not Try This at Home !!!
OK, Now that we have that out of the way here's
how this goes down............
Mr Kind Monk works with this group of monkeys
everyday. He is persistent in using the same hand
signals with the same voice command.
In reality they have a very long way to go but I've
noticed one thing.. The monkeys are a bit calmer
when the monks working with them.
And to give credit where credits due some of the
monkeys don't pay much attention to the dogs.
Now for the Catch 22, -- These are Wild Animals !!!
Jon&Crew.
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3rd person
Sunday, December 19th, 2010
“Fifteen dead, and thirty wounded in a shooting at the inauguration of the commissioner James Gordon. The two gunmen were sporting clown masks and orange Arkham jumpsuits have been apprehended. Upon being detained all they did was laugh. The police fear it’s the return of the mainiac dubbed: “The Joker,” who disappeared four years ago just shy of the first Batman sighting..” A man clicks a remote shutting off the television.
In a dark secluded room sits two people tied down to chairs, a man and a woman. A third chair sits there with a faceless body. “Channel Five, am I right? Just a bunch of libtards and republicans fighting amongst themselves over who’s dumber. We live in a society, and this one needs a little bit of anarchy,” The man’s voice calls from the darkness as his faint silhouette emerges.
The silhouette moves over to a sink and turns on a light. The shadow forms into a man as the light shines onto him. He’s tall and skinny dressed in a purple suit and an orange vest that seems too short for his stature. On his left pocket hangs a yellow flower. Beautiful, though a strange spout pokes out from the middle. Yet there’s something off about him. He lacks a face, as if it were cut off like the third man in the chair. He puts on a pair of yellow rubber gloves and grabs some green hair dye. The man runs it through his hair, then pulls out a comb to comb it through after the fact, all while humming the tune of Little Drummer Boy. He grabs the severed face of the man in the third chair and starts stapling it to his head. He pulls one corner to his temple. Click. The blood drips out. He runs his finger along and does the other temple. Click. He goes down to the end of his jaw. Click. The other side. Click. He admires his work. But he isn’t done. He goes and fills the outline of the face making sure it’s secure. Mending them together. He then grabs oversized paper clips and puts them through the ends of his cheeks and the ends of the face’s lips, creating a permanent smile. Blood slowly pours out, he wipes it off with a handkerchief, gleefully.
The man is the long lost Clown Prince of Crime- The sadistic Joker. He turns around and walks over to the two remaining hostages. The face he put on has been bleached beforehand, leaving it a gleaming white, eye holes cut out showing red circles around his eyes, perpetually open. The Joker’s yellow teeth poke through his flesh. The flesh around them resembles a red lipped smile. He pulls up a chair and sits in front of the woman. She shudders and tries to pull away.
“What’s wrong? Is it the face? Yeah it’s new. Still breaking it in. The previous owner left it in really bad shape.” He looks over to the third chair with the lifeless body sitting there. Smiling, he looks back and cracks his jaw. “Wow so silent. Oh yeah, I forgot,” He removes the tape from their mouths.
The man spits on the Joker. “You sick freak. You better let us go! Do you have any idea who I am? I’m the boss! I control Gotham!”
The man is wearing a three piece blue suit and white cufflinks. He has three beautiful children and a loving wife. Then bang. The man’s life leaves his body, the woman screams and the Joker puts his gun back in his pocket. Blood splatters on his shirt and the yellow flower in the left jacket pocket “Sorry about that ma’am. Now tell me. What’s your name?”
She shudders a bit before answering. “V-Vicki. Vicki Vale.”
“Ah of course! Victoria! How could I not recognise you! You’re from Channel 6. The good news channel!” The Joker exclaims with excitement. “Now, say your famous sign-off line”
“This is Vicki, reporting for your Gotham City. Signing off...“ She trails off with tears trickling down her face along with her makeup. Bang. The Joker shoots his gun. A red flag comes out the barrel saying the very word ‘bang.’ He laughs for a minute. She screams for her life.
He then smacks Vicki across the face with the butt end of the gun and grabs her face. “Oh we’re gonna have some fun.”
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Jim Gordon’s POV
Tuesday, December 21st, 2010
I stand there in shock. Three bodies. One without a face, male, no identification. Bled to death. One fully nude, bent over a sink, female Vicki Vale of Channel 6 News. Shot in the head. No exit wound. Lastly, one shot between the eyes. Male, Salvatore Maroni “The Boss.” What kind of man could’ve done this extremely wicked, shockingly evil and vile thing. My heart starts racing. I can feel myself sweating, I need a patch. I look in my pocket for one and pull up my sleeve. There’s already one on there. I need something stronger. I reach into my pockets and find a cigarette and lighter. I run out to the street on the corner of Finger and Kane. I put the cigarette in my mouth and light it. “Commissioner, call for you,” Captain Bullock says while handing me a phone. I nod, take the phone and put it up to my ear. “Those will kill you by the way,Thought you quit anyway.” A voice says clearly using a voice changer being the infamous Batman.
“What’s In there will kill me first.” I reply referring to the crime scene. “Speaking of, did you
see anything we didn’t?”
“Depends, what’d you see?”
“A sadistic man’s brothel.”
“Me too.” He replies wearily.
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Bruce Wayne’s POV
Tuesday, December 21st, 2010
I hang up on the commissioner and think back to five years ago in 2005 before I was the Batman. The take over of city hall. The murder of Mayor Galavan. I then snap back into reality. The tip line, that’s how they found the crime scene. “Computer, tap into the GCPD tip line. Date: twenty-one twelve ten.” The screen lights up, reacting to my voice command. I scroll through the tips and spot one from a blocked number at 9:25 am. “Hi, I’d like to report a disturbance. I heard gunshots and loud laughs then screams. It came from the abandoned apartment building on the corner of Finger and Kane. Please send help.” The recording stops. It’s a female voice. I run it through the system trying to get a match. I first go through known associates of the clown. No match. I put it through a sub system testing every recorded conversation in Gotham city in the past two years. One match. Harleen Quinzel. Deceased. Ex-doctor at the Arkham institute for the criminally insane. I triangulate the location of the call to a phone booth by the GCPD precinct. Strange. How can she have used the tip line if she’s dead? One man would know this. Oswald “Penguin” Cobblepot, the one man in Gotham who knows everything. I make my way over to the armoury to prepare for the confrontation.
The glass doors of the case open with a hiss. The grey armour platings sit with the black soulless mask and cape staring back at me. A dark reflection of who I truly am… and once was. I turn around and walk back into the suit as it decompresses, opening it. The under armour shocks the case, having the armour close onto my body. The mask goes onto my head. The lens light up with infrared flashlights invisible to the human eye. The metal clasps onto me sending a shiver down my spine. I exit the cast and go to pick up my utility belt. “Going out sir, should I call master Todd?” Alfred says from the darkness.
“No, I’m doing this one solo.” I reply bitterly.
“Very well sir, I’ll get the car ready.” He walks over to the port and scans his hand on the side. “Chariot mode,” Alfred bluntly says. The car responds by turning on the afterburners, headlights and opening the cockpit. The sleek, black exterior with red highlights running through it sit there welcoming me into the abyss. I walk over and pull myself in and ready everything. “Iceberg lounge, route four.” The batmobile complies and goes zero to eighty within a second, sending me speeding down the tunnel towards the heart of Gotham.
The streets are dark and quiet, almost dead. The car rolls through and parks behind the lounge. I exit the cockpit and step on the cold street. I grapple up to the domed roof of the nightclub. The wind rushes past my face as I go up until I land. A metal air vent peeks out, just big enough for me to fit through. I walk over to it, pull off the metal grate and crawl through into the vent. The abrasive music shakes up the club. The song appears to be “The Bridge Is Over” by Boogie Down Productions. I find the office of Cobblepot and drop down a small burst EMP device. Off go the lights. “What the hell?! Someone go fix the generator!” Cobblepot yells in his thick cockney accent. I drop down silently behind him. After his goons leave and close the door, I toss a locking chip onto the handle of the door locking them out for the time being. I click my gauntlet turning the lights back on. “Hello Cobblepot.” I say bluntly. He screams and goes for a hit. I catch his fist and put his arm in a grappling hold.
“Ah god damn it stop! What do you want?!” He yells at me. I release my grip and shove his face on his desk, breaking his monocle with an audible crack. His arm falls to his side. He grips his wrist, tending the wound as I walk to the other side of his quartz slab of a desk. The goons hang on the door trying to get. “I want a location, the address of Harleen Quinzel,” I ask.
“Oh her? You’re not the first person to come here looking for her.” He chuckles a bit and lights a cigar. Who else would want her?
“Who else came through here?”
“The Valeska brothers, arrested in ‘04 for: assault, battery, attempted murder, murder itself and of course breaking and entering. The smart one, Jeremiah, came through looking for her.” Interesting, they never go anywhere separately.
“The address, now.” He laughs a bit more.
“That’s the funny part. After that she disappeared, no trace.”
“When was this?” I ask,
“About three days ago.” I squint slightly. Why would the Valeska Brothers be looking for her? “Where can I find them? I know you know Cobblepot, don’t play games with me.” I ask with fury,
“They said to find them at 278 Laingholm Drive,” He answers,
“Thanks.” I turn off the lights and exit through the same vent gracefully
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3rd Person
Wednesday, December 21st, 2010
“Come they told me, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum. A new born King to see, pa-rum-pum pum-pum. Our finest gifts we bring, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum. To lay before the King, pa-rum pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum,” The Joker sings through the halls of a chemical plant, “I have no gifts to give, pa rum pum pum pum!” A small ginger man by the name of Jeremiah Valeska makes his way towards the mad man at a fast pace. “She’s ready for you sir.” If the clown wasn’t smiling already, he would be now. He makes his way down the halls towards the locker rooms where a woman stands wearing a small leather jacket, red on the left side and black on the right, cheerleading gear under it with blonde pigtails right side sipped in black and the left in red. She lastly has white face makeup with black diamonds around her eyes. This woman is, “Harley Quinn my dear! You look wonderful.” Exclaims the Joker excitedly.
“Thanks Mr. J” She replies with a thick Boston accent. She grins as Joker’s gaze falls to a spot of blood on her jacket. “There’s blood on your jacket dear.” His hand rises and collides with her face sending her to the floor. Her nose begins to bleed. “Clean it up, and wipe your nose”
“Sorry Mr. J, I’ll get right to it.” She strains to get up and runs along. Valeska walks with Joker down the halls the opposite way. “Valeska, status on my old friend James Gordon and his loving daughter?”
“Same routine, date night is this sunday at Chipotle. Also sir, your face.” Valeska of course is referring to how three staples came out.
‘‘Oh sorry about that.” Joker exclaims. He pulls a stapler out of his jacket pocket, holds his face up and staples. Click. One. Click. Two. Click. Three. He clicks his jaw a couple of times and pulls out an eye dropper. He drips a couple of drops in each eye keeping them moist. “What a time to be alive, am I right Valeska!”
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Jim Gordon’s POV
Wednesday, December 21st, 2010
Four years, it’s been four years and that mainiac still scares me. The funerals. The dead. Gotham was never the same after him and now he’s back. To think I was once friends with that mad man. No, I wasn’t friends with the Joker. I was friends with Arthur Napier. We met in the Academy. He quit after a couple years. The stress was too much for him. Became a comedian. Not a very good one at that. Then the incident happened. He found his wife cheating on him with my very own brother. That was the last straw. He wasn't always right in the head. Had significant OCD. Borderline personality disorder When he saw this happen he grabbed an Exacto knife and slit both their throats. That’s how it started, I could’ve stopped it. I should’ve stopped it. That wasn’t it. He didn’t stop with my brother and his wife. He went for my nephew. It spiraled out of control and didn’t stop until that fateful christmas day. We actually got him. Then not three days later he wasn’t in his cell anymore and the only thing there was his face. Just a face. How he escaped no one knows.
“Jim? Are you okay?” I snap back into reality as my loving wife, Lee Tompkins, walks into the study. “You’ve been acting strange since the shooting. You took up smoking again, been going to the gun range more. How can I help?”
“I don’t think you can Lee. He was my best friend for years.”
“He wasn’t, Arthur Napier was. The Joker is someone else.”
“He killed my brother. I can’t just brush that off like he just forgot to pay me back for something. I know he’s coming for me next. I just don’t know how he is.“
“Who says he’s even back. What if it’s a copycat? Or another one of the Riddler’s schemes?”
“The Riddler wouldn’t do anything this malicious.” I reply. “But Arthur, he would. He would. All it took was one bad day.”
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Bruce Wayne’s POV
Thursday, December 22nd, 2010
Harleen Quinzel, the Valeska brothers, the supposed return of the Joker. How are they connected? “Jason!” I call into the darkness of the cave. A woosh goes past me as my gaze pans towards the top of the batcomputer where my ward, Jason Todd, has perched himself. He sits there in his suit. Red base with green highlighting the chest and abdomen black on the other side. Black cape with a small domino mask covering his eyes, securing his identity. “Yeah, boss?”
“I need you to watch a stakeout an address, 278 Laingholm Drive. South side of Gotham. I’ve put the address in the batmobile. It should take you there and then come back. Don’t make contact. Report back if there’s any movement.”
“Will do.” He nods and makes his way to the batmobile and leaves in a flash..
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Jason Todd’s POV
Thursday, December 22nd, 2010
I arrive at the address being a small suburban house, two levels. Don’t contact my ass. I make my way around the house to a back window and break it open with my elbow. The glass falls on the floor with giant shatters. It’s a small room. Nice, has a chair. A smaller sized bed. Pink wallpapers. Like it was made for a young girl. That’s not the important part. I open the door into the hallway slowly. I peek through to see four men in the main room. All wearing clown masks. Two have bats, one has a machete and one is empty handed. So I do what any one man army would do. I walk into the room, clear my throat, and speak. “Hey ladies, you know where I can find Harleen Quinzel?” They all look at me. One of them speaks. “No, but we can find you an early grave.” I drop a smoke pellet, grab my bo staff and grin.
The goons flail, trying to hit me. I run in and slide on my knees through them, whilst doing this I swing the staff against one of their knees, shattering the patella. I spin back around and throw a birdarang at the hand of the man with the machete. He grabs his hand in pain and falls to the ground. This doesn’t stop him however. He picks it up with his other hand as the smoke clears. He runs at me with it and goes for a slice. He hits the staff as I block the blade and elbow him in the jaw, knocking him down for the count. Two left. One with a bat, the other empty handed. I throw a concussion grenade disorienting them for a tad while take the bat and break it across his head. Last one. “Okay, last chance. Where’s Harleen Quinzel.” I ask. A female voice with a thick, high pitched Boston accent calls out of nowhere.
“Right here toots!” I turn around quickly only to see a woman with a white face and mallet. Then. Black.
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3rd person
Sunday, December 24th, 2010
“Okay and you have my cell right?” Gordon asks in a worried tone as he and Lee make their way out the door for a Sunday night date. The babysitter inches them out.
“Yes I do, go have fun. Babs and I will be fine.” She says in a reassuring tone closing the door on them. She turns around to face the ten-year-old red haired girl. Her accent changes revealing her true self. Harley Quinn. “Okay Babs, what are we doing today?” The girl, Barbara Gordon smiles cheerfully. “Um, I have dolls!” She answers with glee. Knock knock knock. Harley rises and answers the door. The Joker walks through, smile and all. “So this is the Commissioner's sweet daughter.” His tone changes from gleefully to unimpressed and blunt. “So cute; Harley my dear. Have you gotten the bird?”
“Why yes puddin’ Everything’s ready for our grand entrance!” The Joker’s eyes light up. He’s happy.
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Bruce Wayne’s POV
Sunday, December 24th, 2010
“Jason, come in. Report back to the cave. Jason?” He hasn’t reported back for two days. Something’s wrong. He may be hot headed and a rule bender but he always reports back. I get up and go down to the batmobile. “Chariot mode.” The car opens and lights up. I input the destination of 278 Laingholm Drive. Where I last sent him. The cockpit closes me in, I flick a switch turning on the internal lights and press the accelerator.
The car pulls up to the suburban home. I exit the car. “Trojan mode.” It deactivates everything and camouflages itself like a chameleon hiding from prey. The door to the house is askew. Strange. I go in and see nothing but a television sitting on a cart in the living room. On the screen is a timer. T-minus 10 minutes. What’s happening in 10 minutes. I send out a small drone to scan the house for a bomb or people. Nothing to be found. What happens in 10 minutes
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Jim Gordon’s POV
Sunday, December 24th, 2010
Ten minutes till Christmas. Funny. The year went by so fast. From one case to the next. The Riddler, the return of Bane, even the Batman copycat. Boy, that was a strange one. Lee and I exit the restaurant and make our way to the lot. The rain pelts down like bullets. I grab my phone out of my pocket to call the sitter and tell her we’re on our way. I grab the cold phone and dial the number. I can hear its ringing and going through. No answer. I call again. No answer. What’s going on? What the fuck where is the babysitter that I overpay? My body takes over as my mind becomes disengaged. It’s happening. Arthur’s going for Barbara. That sick bastard. Going for my ten-year-old-daughter. I start running. I don’t stop running. I won’t stop running.
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Bruce Wayne’s POV
Sunday, December 24th, 2010
Three minutes until the timer is done. Nothing out of the ordinary has happened yet. Two minutes. The screen goes black, then a boy holding drums appears. “Today we have a special broadcast of little drummer boy,” a man announces on the small television unit. The boy looks distraught. Then he starts singing. I press my comlink to the cave, “Alfred, is this broadcasting to all of Gotham?”
“Sadly yes.” What’s he planning?
“Can you triangulate his location? Alfred?” No response.
Monday, December 25th, 2010
Bang. A bullet goes through the child’s head and the Joker goes on stage “Hello Gothamites, Merry Christmas! It is I, your not so friendly clown prince of crime, the Joker! Today we have a very special presentation this fair Christmas. We have your dark knight’s boy wonder, Robin!” The wall falls behind him revealing Jason, tied to a chair. “And of course we have the commissioner’s loving daughter Barbara.” A woman brings the young Barbara onto the stage, hands tied behind her back and gagged. “Look at this ray of sunshine, little cutie pie. Now, both of them will die in five minutes unless James Gordon and the Batman can get here in time. Here is the Channel 6 building by the way. Toodle loo.” The unit shuts off. Then a tick tick tick. A bomb. I pull up my cape to shield me from the blast. Boom. I’m not thrown back. Nothing happened but some confetti. No matter I need to get to them. I make my way to the building as fast as possible. No time to lose.
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3rd Person
Monday, December 25th, 2010
“While we wait, boy wonder, I’m just gonna beat you with this crowbar.” The joker picks a gold rusty metal crowbar off the ground and starts hitting Robin senselessly. He laughs for the world to hear. “Let’s try it with my eyes closed.” The mad man puts his left hand over his eyes and swings. The end of the crowbar goes into the boy’s eye. He screams, however he isn’t dead. Upon removing the crowbar a small chunk of brain matter leaves it. Laughs echo throughout the bones of Gotham. Then a crash through the door and a scream from James Gordon himself, “Arthur! Let them go!” He checks his watch.
“Nope, you’re late.’’ He pulls out his gun and shoots Jason in the head.
He turns to shoot Barbara but a shadow breaks through the window tackling her. The Joker still shoots. The bullet flies through the air and makes its home in the stomach of the child. She screams. Gordon puts his gun away and makes his way to his daughter. The Batman rises up and looks to the body of Robin. “What did you do!” He asks furiously with only rage in his heart.
“You were late. I did what I must.” The Batman screams as he goes to tackle the mad man. He places his hands around the Joker’s throat and squeezes. The Joker struggling to breathe presses a button on his wrist. Acid sprays out of the flow on his chest hitting the mask of the Bat, melting away a portion of it by his left eye and making it visible showing a man who lost everything Batman stumbles back. “Well, that’s my cue to leave.” The Joker exclaims.
Batman gets back up as the Joker grabs the door handle towards a hallway. He throws a batarang at his hand, impaling it. He doesn’t even flinch and still opens the door, blood dripping from his hand. “You’re not getting away.” Batman mutters under his breath. He runs after him. Gordon calls an ambulance and follows the bat.
They get through to the hallway. Gordon follows close behind. “Arthur! What did you do?!” He yells into the abyss.
“You know James, one thing I’ve always wondered about you is, why so serious?” The Joker chuckles after saying this and pulls the blade out his hand and throws it back at the bat. He catches it upon arrival placing it in his belt. “You need help Arthur!” The Joker’s tone changes.
“You don’t know what I need! You never did. When I needed help you just brushed it off. You don’t know anything about me. Arthur is dead. The Joker is all that’s left.” He shoots three times at them. The bullets hurtling through the air all hitting various points upon the floor and wall. Batman pulls out his grapple and fires it at the Joker’s leg. It impales his thigh squirting blood around the wound.
“Harley dear, I could use some help.” The woman Harley Quinn, formerly Harleen Quinzel, comes out of one of the rooms down the hallway and swings a mallet at the Bat. He catches it and punches her in the face twice each with more force the second breaking her nose with a crack. Her grip loosens and he breaks it over his knee. He tosses her to the ground with his face bloodied. “Your lackey can’t stop me Napier.” Batman retracts the grapple pulling him towards them. All sense of morality leaves the dark knight’s body as he punches the mad man’s face. Again and again, and again. He punches to no end. Each one with more anger and furiosity. Anger for Jason. Joker’s face starts coming off as he laughs. Gordon stops Batman.
“You’ve done enough.” He rises up and then begins to leave. “I like you Batman. We’re destined to do this for a long time.” He laughs again. And doesn’t stop. Batman leaves, fists bloodied. Anger in his heart. Anger that won’t leave for a long time. He’s failed his parents. He’s failed Gordon. He’s failed Jason. He’s failed Gotham.
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-hero
System Designation: SERAH
Acronym: System for Emergency Response & Autonomous Healing
Unit Type: Mobile Field Medical Pod
Version: 2.6.7 (Coldspire-Modified)
CORE FUNCTION
The SERAH-Class Trauma Module is a modular medical unit designed for autonomous triage, trauma response, and surgical intervention in high-risk or remote environments. It serves as the secondary core of the SERAH AI system, sharing consciousness and data streams with the humanoid primary unit for full operational integration.
DIMENSIONS & POWER
Footprint: 6 x 9 grid units (Coldspire standard)
Power Requirements: 1.4 kW (independent fuel cell OR external umbilical)
Recharge Interface: Integrated port at humanoid dock (magnetic lock, hardwire uplink)
Battery Duration: 22 hours autonomous runtime; 12 hours full trauma capacity
STANDARD MODULE COMPONENTS
Humanoid Dock Interface – For SERAH’s humanoid component to recharge, uplink, or coordinate complex procedures.
Enclosed Medpod (Canopy-Sealed) – Auto-sealing with cryofoam insulation.
Articulated Surgical Armatures – High-precision, cold-sterile manipulators with six interchangeable tool heads.
Vitals Display Console – Real-time feedback (BP, O2, neurostim, cardiac rhythm, GRPS readouts).
O2 Delivery Array – Oxygen concentrate and pulse-feed systems.
Transfusion & MedPak System – Contains two 500mL field-replaceable blood units and six med-pouch slots (stims, antitoxins, coagulants).
Stasis Functionality – Optional short-term hypometabolic suspension (max 30 min).
FIELD OPERABILITY
Mount Points: Coldspire Standard Dock Rail (compatible with hospital module, Drift Rig frames, Fire Auk airframe).
Deployment Time: < 90 seconds full activation
Voice Commands: Accepts Coldspire dialect directives or manual override
EM Hardened: Rated for moderate interference from Shattersea pulses and rogue Protocol zones
Self-Cleaning Cycle: Initiated after each procedure; 8 min cooldown
KNOWN ISSUES / WARNINGS
Extended use without AI sync may reduce decision latency
DO NOT attempt transport with canopy unsecured
Keep stasis functionality under manual supervision if humanoid component is offline
Not rated for high-explosive zones or full-body prosthesis implantation (refer to Tier 3 surgical centres)
A brief, "behind the scenes" look at the secret base of the League of Heroes.
From left to right:
LEFT - The Lab / Work Station: A section of the base that is set aside of experimenting on new cutting edge technologies, studying clues left by villains to solve crimes, and this area can also act as a first-aid center in times of emergency.
CENTER - The Armory: A high-tech armory is situated in the sub-basement below Level H. Using the bases computer, a hero can cycle through a vast underground vault of costumes, armor, and weapons which are hydraulically lifted to the glass doors for easy access. Currently on display are the Mk I and Mk II Silver Sentry suits of armor.
RIGHT - The Super Computer: Situated by the vault hatch entrance is the League's super computer. It can process files from law enforcement databases, play media, and responds to voice command from League members. All of the bases various functions can be coordinated from the computer.
My original teaser for "Level H" before some spring cleaning:
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Elektro is the nickname of a robot built by the Westinghouse Electric Corporation in its Mansfield, Ohio facility between 1937 and 1938. Seven feet tall, weighing 265 pounds, humanoid in appearance, he could walk by voice command, speak about 700 words, smoke cigarettes, blow up balloons, and move his head and arms. Elektro's body consisted of a steel gear, cam and motor skeleton covered by an aluminum skin.
Never been a fan of Ray-Ban except for the one worn by Peter Fonda in Easy Rider. But I have to admit these Ray-Ban's look good, especially considering how they are in fact a mini computer with wi-fi, blue tooth, a cpu to process voice commands, look up information ("OK Meta, what am I looking at?" for example will describe what is in front of you) and a very good camera for stills and video. Impressive.
Not sure if the DFSK is official sold in Belgium.
The Fengguang 580 is a Mid-size CUV produced by Dongfeng Xiaokang, a subsidiary of Dongfeng Motor Co., Ltd.
The Fengguang 580 debuted during the 2016 Beijing Auto Show in China, and was launched on the Chinese car market in June 2016.
In Indonesia, the Fengguang 580 is sold as the DFSK Glory 580 since 2018. It was first displayed at the 25th Gaikindo Indonesia International Auto Show in August 2017, with a media test drive was held later in November 2017. The Glory 580 was launched to the public at the 26th Indonesia International Motor Show in April 2018. The Indonesian-spec DFSK Glory 580 is locally assembled in Indonesia at DFSK's Cikande facility in Serang, Banten and it was exported to other countries since December 2018.
In South Korea, the Fengguang 580 was launched in 2018 as the DFSK G7, the G7 was sold and distributed by a Korean vehicle dealer network whose known distributing and selling Chinese vehicles in South Korea, Shinwon CK Motors.
In Pakistan, the Fengguang 580 was launched in 2019 as the DFSK Glory 580, under DFSK's local distributor and assembler in Pakistan, Regal Automobiles Industries Limited.
Engines of the Fengguang 580 includes a 1.5 liter turbo producing 150 hp mated to a 6-speed manual gearbox or a 6-speed automatic gearbox. The Fengguang 580 is a full seven-seater with a 2-3-2 configuration.
The Fengguang 580 debuted in the Chinese market with prices ranging from 80,900 yuan to 123,000 yuan.
The Fengguang 580 received a facelift in 2018, changes includes redesigned front and rear bumpers, new wheel designs, redesigned rear taillights, and updated interior design and quality. The facelifted Fengguang 580 was also showcased in Indonesia at the 27th Gaikindo Indonesia International Auto Show in July 2019 as the DFSK Glory i-Auto, featuring a voice command system. The DFSK Glory i-Auto will be expected to be sold in Indonesia around 2019 or 2020.
Jenni is a talent blogger among other things. She showed us how she controls her laptop using voice commands. She also does motivational speaking!
New York, Downtown Queens
Scott Lang abruptly wakes up from an unconscious state,sweating and itching under his baking metal helmet with an excruciating ringing sound in his ears.
His eyes open to a world of red,this time thankfully not due to a bloodied and bruised face but his red tinted eyepieces.
Head still buzzing Scott tries to activate his helmets natural colour vision using his HUD's voice command but all he gets in response is a brief natural colour view of his surroundings before he is distracted by something else entirely.
Equally curious and confused a couple of metres in front of him a red and dark blue lycra wearing being rises up into view with dilating bold white cartoon eyes lined in jet black just before the virtual HUD fizzles an glitches away to nothing.
"Blooming Hank and his flipping design aesthetics." Lang mutters to himself.
Still delirious from having blacked out after what he believes must have been a hit to the head having caused that deep crater in his helmets left side and possibly in his hollow skull as Hope and Hank liked to think Lang gulps down his anxiety and is taken aback by the situation.
He had a hunch this creepy looking being was about to either kill him or even worse rob him of his precious cargo that he had sacrificed so,so much to get.
Fatigued and kind of frightened he then stretches his left arm with haste towards his suits neck ring to remove his helmet by the touch of a button.
However it seems Lang is out of luck as the situation worsens yet again.
As halfway during the process he comes to the attention that he cant physically move his arm up to his head any further seeing as both of his arms not to mention his legs are all bound down by an incredibly strong white and sticky tendon like substance.
"Ewww.Ewww,ewww What is this???" Lang cries to himself, trying to diffuse the tension within him with little dose of harmless humour in his tone as usual.
Though Lang was relieved about one thing.
To still feel the weight of his precious cargo on his belt which he had reluctantly and precariously stolen from Oscorp having potentially ruined his reputation as a hero even more.
The canister hanging on his belt was no bigger than a can of CapCola but thinking of that only made Lang thirsty and wondering how long he had been here.
Meanwhile the elusive figure draws even closer.
In response Lang begins to squirm rigorously like a daft fish stuck on dry land, desperately attempting to free himself from the confines of this wall mounted web-like structure whilst panting with equal amounts of embarrassment and nervous humour.
The micro man is tormented even more in this sticky circumstance by realising he was hanging upside down as his eyes widen in shock and he begins to breathe heavily.
Using what little time he has Lang searches through his brain bank.
With the last thing he could remember before he blacked out and ended up in this situation being.......... the feeling........... that........ he...... was .......being ......STALKED through the night by a mysterious shadow. Although he had shrugged off most of these feelings as just paranoia whilst darting around in and out of micro to regular form through the maze of Queens's streets and he was wrong.
Lang shakes his head in frustration at his fragmented memory.
Getting back in the zone
taking little to no time at all he tries to activate using his helmets voice command again his left and right fusion wrist cutters.
Laser rimmed circular saws that pop out of his wrist gauntlets often used for cutting through locks,walls mechanics and what have you.
However there is no luck as usual as Langs helmet computer seems to be damaged beyond use, with absolutely no sign of juice.
Lang then resorts to one last strategy he has in mind at least for now as the being moves ever closer ,this time way too close for comfort.
He might....just might be able to resist the sticky tension of the web long enough to reach his belt and activate the Pym particle processor on it , to either minimise or maximise himself in a swift jolt to tear himself away.
So he begins to try with all his micro might to stretch both his right and left arms to his belt button.
Though agonisingly yet again he is.... out of reach this time by a couple of inches as his fingers just manage to rub then slip against the metal rim of the big red belt button before his arms are flung like stretched elastic relived of its tension back into place on the web.
This is immediately followed by his whole head and body jolting back an wobbling like jelly caused by the rebound of kinetic energy vibrating throughout the web.
The strange sensation then triggerers another memory out of the blue in Lang, a brutal force like an accelerated martial art jump kick to the side of his head followed by a net like structure coming at him ridiculous fast having startled him before he....he......................................................................cant remember.
So all Lang has left to do for now is stay stuck and just pray this guy doesn't kill or rob him until he can either try to find another way out or bargain with him if he can try and work out who this is and what they want.
10 seconds pass,
Now as Lang thinks hastily to himself, if his masters in electrical engineering had taught him anything to help him suss out who this dude was, its that those big ass eyes were by no means real unless either he or the being was on something.....but more likely they were acute highly sensitive optical enhancing mechanics courtesy of Stark industries.
Which lead him to swiftly to his answer, Tony Starks former child protege and his old comrade.
Lang comes to a profound and somewhat delayed realisation.
"Spider-Man!!!" yells Lang
Hhe...hey whats up old buddy old pal Lang nervously calls out.
But he gets no response as the the solemn and serious looking web caster detaches upside down from his web rope and descends to the ground in a front flip.
The spider then approaches him in a slow stride of anger on foot.
Rest in Piece Stan Lee. I will miss you so,so much that words cant describe.:( Im sure you're in a great place now and with you're beloved wife somewhere in the multiverse.:) You were a huge inspiration to not just myself but millions. A true creative GENIUS like the great Steve Dikto who also sadly passed away earlier this year. The joy,the wit,the kindness and the humor you brought to your work and others along with your amazing cameos, amazing imagination and the endless amount of epic stories you told and created will be so sorely missed. :( ;)
(A custom Stan Lee figure can be seen in the bottom left of the build delivering Pizza to Spiderman and Ant-Man).
On Monday, September 27, we went to the Indianapolis Zoo. I won't 'overload' you with zoo photos, but will select a few for your enjoyment.
Here, a dolphin makes his leap into the air at the voice command of his trainer. And yes, once completing their assigned task, the get rewarded with a fish.
I don't think students would care to get a raw fish for answering a math question correctly in class...unless you're a dolphin!
A quick little story about Alice in Quantumland.
I was serving jury duty a few years ago, and I was reading that book while I waited to be given a case. I had a bit of a shock one morning as I was making my way through the courthouse security.
I had set down my jacket, purse, and book on the scanning machine and had successfully stepped through the metal detecting doorway, when a severe voice commanded me to step aside. My mind was racing. Had I forgotten to leave my fingernail clippers at home? Were they upset about the half eaten doughnut in my purse?
I made my way over to the security guard with the resonant voice, and very humbly asked what was wrong. She reached over to the scanner and slowly picked up my book. She looked at it. Turned it over. Read the back. Turned it over again (tapping it against her hand repeatedly). Finally she looked at me.
"Is this your book?" she asked.
"Yes." I stammered.
"Is it any good?"
My heart was racing by this time. I felt like I was arriving in some sort of weird quantumland of my own. I managed to finally get a grip on my heaving thoughts and whispered out a hoarse little "What?"
"The book," she says "Alice in Quantumland, is it interesting? Is it any good?"
"Oh." says I, "Yes! The book is great!"
"Uh-huh." She says. "I was just wondering because I'm only working this job to pay my way through college. I'm taking Quantum Mechanics." . . .
Pictured is a Typhoon of 6 Sqn taking off from Nellis AFB during Exercise Red Flag.
In the foreground is a USAF A-10, and there are several USAF F-35's in the background.
RAF personnel took part in the world’s largest and most complex air combat exercise at Nellis Air Force Base in the United States.
Exercise Red Flag is a three-week, 5th Generation exercise that sees friendly ‘Blue Forces’ compete against hostile ‘Red Force’ aggressors in live and synthetic training environments, simulating air-to-air, air-to-ground and space and cyber warfare.. .The training mirrors the threats and complex air defences posed by real-life adversaries, and helps participating nations better understand each other’s capabilities....The Typhoon FGR4 provides the RAF with a highly capable and extremely agile multi-role combat aircraft, capable of being deployed in the full spectrum of air operations, including air policing, peace support and high intensity conflict.
Initially deployed in the air-to-air role as the Typhoon F2, the aircraft now has a potent and precise multirole capability.
The pilot can carry out many functions by voice command or through a hands-on stick and throttle system. Combined with an advanced cockpit and the HEA (Helmet equipment assembly) the pilot is superbly equipped for all aspects of air operations.
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Photographer: Cpl Graham Taylor RAF
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Especially for Nikon users,
This shot was taken using 'Control My Nikon' Software (I downloaded a trial though it's very cheep to buy) see it at www.controlmynikon.com/p/what-is-controlmynikon.html
Here's a brief overview:
ControlMyNikon is the best software available for remotely controlling your Nikon DSLR. You just plug your DSLR into your computer via USB cable. Here are some of the many advantages to using ControlMyNikon:
Adjust camera settings via an easy to use interface on the computer monitor rather than the tiny LCD display on the camera.
Using your keyboard, mouse or voice, command the camera to capture an image. The camera sends the image to the computer where you can review it on the monitor. ControlMyNikon comes with a built-in image viewer that shows the image histogram so you can see if there are any blown out highlights or shadows.
Handhold the camera, shoot, and have the resulting images displayed on the computer monitor for others to see. No more trying to show others what you just shot on that tiny camera LCD display!
See your camera's Live View display on your computer monitor. This is great for reviewing composition and especially for macro shots. Imagine being able to see the Live View image full-screen on your computer monitor, and then zoom in further to ensure you have that perfect focus for a tack-sharp image.
Store captured image files immediately on your computer and automatically copy them to another folder as an archive. No more plugging in memory cards or separate image transfer sessions!
Save your camera settings as a profile. For example, you could have separate profiles for 'Macro' and 'Portrait'. Just load a profile and your camera settings are automatically adjusted.
Did we mention voice control? Just configure Windows Speech Recognition, put on a headset with a boom microphone and command the camera to capture an image. This is a huge time-saver if you don't have an assistant to adjust lighting or composition.
This was my first try of the software, I have since bought it sooooo reasonably priced GREAT VALUE
An Unexpected Consequence
Something woke me up around 3:30 am that Saturday morning, not sure what. But something since my head was throbbing, I assumed that was the culprit.
I slowly, silently arose, not wishing to disturb the others who had gathered in our suite's living room for a “sleepover after an evening of heavy partying. But by the looks, everyone was still passed out.
I wasn’t surprised, judging from the amount of drinks we all had consumed.
What happy drunks we had all been.
I carefully tiptoed amongst them through the room, deciding to get aspirin from my bathroom.
The girls and I had all fallen asleep in the living room instead of retiring to our respective bedrooms that connected to the master suite
I was surprised to see my bedroom door was closed.
Was someone else inside?
I looked around the room, not noticing anyone missing.
Shrugging it off, I went inside, closing the door behind me.
I saw my reflection in the wall-sized mirror at the end of the room, next to the surprisingly open outside balcony door.
“Looking good.” I complimented myself.
I was wearing my slinking long pure silk nightgown, coloured a deep chocolate brown. Along with my shiny matching robe. The robe was open and I could see my peaking out chest, my smallish mounds bulging, sexily outlined by my nightgown.
I ran my fingers down the front, touching them, feeling a rather pleasant sensation that I was still not awake enough to fully enjoy.
There is nothing like the feel of a bit of nice silk lying against one’s naked figure.
I took a step back, admiring my figure, clad tightly in shiny silk, with jewels sparkling that were reflected in the hotel suite's mammoth mirror.
For, from my evening out, I was still wearing my long diamond earrings(£18,000) and three diamond rings(£12,000,£5,000, £3,000) because I love to sleep with my diamonds on, and they had looked so pretty with my black satin evening gown, along with the rest of my diamonds, that I had worn out for the evening before.
They had looked even more delicious worn with my spaghetti strap chocolate silk slinky nightgown as I played with them,and myself, a wee bit more.
I guess I kept wearing them because I wanted the feeling to continue on, as it was.
We had all been dressed up to the nines, attire, and jewellery, Friday evening, including the three of us girls who were staying in the two connected rooms.
Though last night those rooms, like mine, had been empty since all of us were asleep in the living room, sort of an adult storytelling sleepover.
Though I will admit deep down a smouldering yearning was felt to have it being a role-playing sleepover.
Now as I looked myself over in the mirror I started to have a prickly sensation that I was after all, not alone in the room.
I literally jumped because that feeling was immediately confirmed as an unfamiliar male voice commanded:
“Freeze sister, not a peep out of you now!”
I froze… not knowing what the hell was going on.
Except I was correct in using the word ‘Hell’
^^^^
A thin, muscular male comes out of one of the room’s shadowy corners, facing me.
I could tell his intentions by the black tight-fitting spandex suit, gloves, and ski mask he was wearing.
He nodded his head to me….
“I don’t wish to hurt you, lady, I’m only after the “ice” I was told you were wearing out tonight. Now don’t scream. I will use force and some of your friends may be hurt. You don’t want that to happen, do you? Nod if you’re going to be a good lass.”
I nodded yes, feeling my earrings swing against my face.
“That’s the girl. Undo your pretty robe, drop it to the floor. Good. Now move it over unto the bed.”
I did so and he picked up my robe laying it out onto the end of the bed. Then he picked up my robe's satin sash.
“Now ladybird , hold out your hands.”
I obeyed. He looked down at my fingers. I could see my rings glistening and saw he was watching also.
He pleasurably sighed, then got to business.
“Spread out your fingers!”
I did and he slowly located, then worked off my three pretty rings. Reaching over, he plopped each onto my chocolate-coloured silk robe.
“Now sister, clasp your hands in front of you…”
I obeyed and he firmly tied my wrists together with the robe’s silk sash.
“Now lay back on the bed”
I did so and he lifted my bound wrists and using one of my long black satin gloves tied them to a bedpost. Then he took the other glove gagging my mouth with it.
I could see my reflection in the vanity mirror. Almost surreal, like I was watching someone else.
He turned on his torch, catching my long diamond earrings in the beam.
“Blinding those, lovely to look at, but I’m running out of time aren’t I? Leave them for later, eh luv!”
Moving easily like a muscular black panther, he rose and strolled over to the vanity dresser. He opened the pair of jewelry cases belonging to me and my sister-in-law Cadie.
The beam caught up with the reflection of the jewellery both contained. I could see them sparkling.
He turns, shined the light in my face…
I was told you birds were wearing “ice” but there’s much more here. Let’s say I save time by taking it all for sorting later..”
It wasn’t a question.
With a sigh, I watched as he emptied onto my silk robe, the glimmering contents of first one, then the other of our jewel cases.
The pile dazzled with explosive, expensive sparkling.
Discarding both emptied cases, he turned his light back on the dresser. There were more of our expensive personal items laid out there. Cadie’s, my husband’s, and mine.
Several times he reached in sweeping some of them into his palm. Dumping them onto the chocolate-coloured silk robe
My husband’s possessions. Rolex money clip, billfold, silver gunmetal cigarette case, and matching lighter.
Cade’s silver comb and mirror, silver makeup compact, and her satin evening clutch.
Along with my gold makeup compact kit, gold Lamé clutch purse, gold cigarette case, and gold lighter.
He next shined the light carefully around the room.
Stopping on the open closet.
He went over and rummaged through it.
He whistled, and from my close he pulled out my rust-coloured mink jacket, throwing it onto the bed.
Then he turned back, fingering through my good skirts, blouses, party dresses, gowns, satins, and silks all of them.
He pulled my back satin opera outfit, a long satin skirt with the rhinestone belt and matching rhinestone embellished jacket, that I usually wore with one of my silky long-sleeved high-neck tops.
Lovely this he said shingling his light so it sparkled.
Then he tossed it on my bed, covering the fur.
He happily “dived” back in, and I heard him exclaiming…
“This is more like it, good thing I didn’t take a pass on the closet.”
He was pulling out the black satin gown with rhinestone trimmings I had worn out this past evening. His light caught my beautiful broach (£38,000), which I had left attached.
it came into sparkling life under the torch beam.
He whistled as he walked over, eyeing it up.
The thief then shined his torch beam in my face
You weren’t going to try and hold this out now were you love? I’ll pretend you were going to point it out.”
He laid it out on the bed, then approached me…
“With that said, lady. Are you holding anything else out!”
I shook my head, no, my eyes pleading since my mouth was gagged into silence.
Grinning, his torch beam was shined into one ear then the other
“Not quite telling the truth, Lovely sparkler’s them.”
He reached up, I was limp, with no fight in me.
The thief then laid the torch on the bed…
With his teeth the wanker pulled off his thin black gloves, he looked positively evil wearing that ski mask. His eyes are large and I swear, beguilingly, studying me.
His mouth opened wide as he reached over with long touching fingers, to begin working off each of my earrings, tossing them onto the valuably shimmering piled out on my beautiful satiny silky robe.
Again he stared into my eyes, his own masked lined menacing one’s mere millimeters away.
“Not saying I don’t trust you telling your not hiding anything valuable, but, well luv, I’ll be having myself a look anyway. You’ll understand…”
I cringed, arching my back as his fingers grasped my arms.
He then reached down and squeezed around my bulging chest ,noticing they were hard and perking, pointing up through the sheer fabric of my silky nightgown like a pair of plump fleshy mounds with hard tips.
Then I felt his fingers smoothly running over along my silk-clad figure, until he reached my wet pussy and discovers why my “mounds” were so firm under his touch.
For yes, I will have to confess having been sinfully aroused throughout the whole wickedly hot experience.
You see it started when he was pulling off my rings.
No, actually I told a lie…
It was when he first grasped me:
The abruptness, the shock, and the surprise, quickly turned to aroused waves of tingling sexually tinged excitement at being held captive, by a thief after my jewels.
As he worked at stealing our valuables, a tingling, cringing feeling of helplessness and horror watching a masked man doing that, with the look of pleasure he had in his eyes.
Then as he pulled off my rings, well I realized I was growing even more acutely aroused in a quite “horney” role play’esque situation.
Arousal that began its stimulating flame, arising from the explosive emerging “kindling” that is one’s own erotica being played out for real when least expected.
He could see my struggle against my bonds, and he knew, the Git just instinctively knew why….
Then the prat just touched the hairs around my privates
Stroking gently, reaching deep enough inside my pussy hairs, just enough to keep me aroused, but not allowing me to come into orgasm.
My eyes were opened wide staring at his masked form hovering over me.
Then he plunged his fingers deeply inside.
My whole figure arched up, fingers tingling.
Then the stinking prat, he pulled back. The wanker knew and stopped, just as my figure was trying to come in a full-body arching, explosive orgasm.
It was bad enough The bloody thief was stealing my jewels, but adding in robbing me clean of a chance at feeling that titular flame of orgasmic stimulation as I had closed my eyes starting to wince with excitement, that was just bloody rude.
^^^^^^
Then he was done, all back to business, as he nimbly rose, then picking up his gloves said the chilling words as he put them back on….
“Do the other rich dame’s bedrooms have things this nice, as I was told. No answer eh? Well, we will see for me self now won’t I!”
He picked back up his torch, letting the beam play down the long chocolate-silken night gown I was wearing over my naked figure.
He nodded his head in disbelieving approval.
Turning it off, he pocketed the torch, then reaching down he rolled up my satin robe with our valuables in it.
Picking up a black backpack he purred…
“The lads that were following you birds around last night, they put me onto this job saying to just to snatch the shiny jewels you and your girlfriends wearing out this evening. But lady you have enough here I could make a bit extra for me self!”
He stuffed the chocolate satin robe inside his jogger's pack. Followed by cramming in my black gown with the broach.
Then lifting my mink he said
But I better see how much of the good stuff your lady friends have in their rooms first. But I’ll take this item in case I have the storage space.”
Extinguishing his torch, He started to walk out, then looked back at me and came to my bedside.
“And don’t worry about this”
he said touching my now still prickly, damp crotch.
"Your not the first broad I’ve tied up to rob whose felt this way, now we’re you!?”
Snickering, he confidently opened the door, slipping without a look back
He was now in the living room where the others were all sleeping!
^^^^
That night thief thoroughly cleaned us out of all our jewels and various other items of high value we had in our bedrooms.
Though it was a very nasty thing to have happened to all of us. I did feel a wee bit guilty.
For to tell the truth, since I had been erotically aroused by the entire incident that occurred in my bedroom under the thief’s hands whole robbing me, I didn’t quite feel as sad about it as my equally jewel-relieved girlfriends.
Fini
Pictured is a Typhoon of 6 Sqn taking to the skies during Exercise Red Flag...RAF personnel took part in the world’s largest and most complex air combat exercise at Nellis Air Force Base in the United States.
Exercise Red Flag is a three-week, 5th Generation exercise that sees friendly ‘Blue Forces’ compete against hostile ‘Red Force’ aggressors in live and synthetic training environments, simulating air-to-air, air-to-ground and space and cyber warfare.. .The training mirrors the threats and complex air defences posed by real-life adversaries, and helps participating nations better understand each other’s capabilities...The Typhoon FGR4 provides the RAF with a highly capable and extremely agile multi-role combat aircraft, capable of being deployed in the full spectrum of air operations, including air policing, peace support and high intensity conflict.
Initially deployed in the air-to-air role as the Typhoon F2, the aircraft now has a potent and precise multirole capability.
The pilot can carry out many functions by voice command or through a hands-on stick and throttle system. Combined with an advanced cockpit and the HEA (Helmet equipment assembly) the pilot is superbly equipped for all aspects of air operations.
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© Crown Copyright 2014
Photographer: Cpl Graham Taylor RAF
Image 45162168.jpg from www.defenceimages.mod.uk
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