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Interested in 2-3 tickets for 6/2 show but open to other dates as well! No scammers pls
A girl I have been dating for 2 months seems to be going nowhere. I met her when she had just got out of a marriage and was starting to divorce from her husband in the Navy.
It was hot and heavy very early on. The first month was incredible and felt a lot so soon. Felt like a relationship. She was messaging multiple times a day. Then she pulled the cord and wanted to be friends and wasn’t ready for a relationship. I told her that being just friends didn’t work for me, and to call me if she changed her mind.
After a month of no contact, she reached out and we started having dates after college classes. Only about 4 dates during the past month. We’ve kissed and made out during each of them but never progressed to sex as it once did that first month we were dating.
We spent time in my dorm room yesterday, talked, laughed, and made out before she had to go home. The next day she texted me in the morning, and so I asked her out for another date. She never responded. I notice lately she’s taking a very long time to respond to my messages. She used to be crazy about me and respond instantly, now it’s almost dead.
I feel devastated. I think she may be talking to another dude because I saw a dude walking her home during that month we weren’t speaking. All I know is I’m not a priority and I’m just pissed off. I don’t understand this situation.
Fairies are a delicious treat, and can save your butt in a pinch! So how can you reliably load up on them?
Fairies mostly spawn in the sky, around pools marked by lighthouses near Skyview Towers. Although I have found one cave on the ground where they spawn.
They always spawn in threes, and will only spawn if you have two or fewer in inventory. If you already have more, you can consume some (die, cook or release them) and they'll spawn again. If you have two, you can collect three more, for a maximum capacity of five.
Fairies are very skittish - if you walk near them, they'll flee. You have to crouch to approach them. They'll often hover out of reach, but if you're patient, they'll always come down eventually.
Once you've cleared out a spawn location, it looks like they won't respawn until the next blood moon.
Fairies' most compelling use is that any time you would die, your death is prevented, a fairy is consumed, and you're restored to five hearts.
Fairies are also extremely potent when cooked into Fairy Tonic (or as I like to call it, Fairy Soup). 1 fairy => 7 hearts, 2 fairies => 17 hearts, 3 fairies => 27 hearts.
Here's what I like to do: - Collect all the fairies at a location. - Cook until I have 2 left. There's a convenient pot beside the Gerudo Canyon Skyview Tower. - Go collect more! - Make sure I have 5 in inventory when I'm done.
Some select farming locations: - -2331, 0783, 0609 (SW of Lindor's Brow Skyview Tower, beside Taunhiy Shrine) - -3707, -0997, 1715 (NE of Gerudo Highlands Skyview Tower) - -2255, -2373, 1120 (SW of Gerudo Canyon Skyview Tower) - 3921, -1119, 1325 (N of Mount Lanayru Skyview Tower)
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---Lhamo’s perspective---
---2686 Terran Calenda27 years BF---
I watch the British woman of FrancoJapanese parentage stride from the floor of the Parliament of our (recently capitulated) enemies.
She is surrounded by four of the most physically imposing Humans I’ve ever
seen! Not
one of them less than 210cm!
I
suppose, when our army numbers in the hundreds of billions, finding one-in-a-millions isn’t too hard(!)
Me and the rest of her retinue fall in behind her as she passes through the vomitorium and turns to my left, her right, towards her temporary office.
As large in stature as the durasteel clad soldiers are, they do not
compare to the woman’s android husband, 230cm tall and, from the sound of his bare footfalls, a few hundred
kilos in mass!
We reach the door of the (newly designated) office of the Terran Representative and she snarls “
You four, guard the door…” addressing her bodyguards “…Ezra, Zurab, Lhamo,
inside… Everyone
else,
piss off and
find something to
do!”
The door closes behind us.
“Bug sweep, darling…” says the woman, exhaustedly.
“No bugs detected.” answers her husband, instantly.
She slumps onto the chair that had to be brought from our ship after the one provided by the Parliament collapsed under her weight the first time she sat in it.
Tilting her head back, she asks “So… how did I
do?”
“You did wonderfully, sweetheart.” answers Ezra, immediately, in his flat, serene cadence.
She reaches a hand out to one of his and says “
Thank you, darling! You are my
rock… but I was really asking
these two…” gesturing at me and the KartveloTamil man with her other hand.
“
My opinion…” smiles Mudaliar “…pitch
perfect!
No notes!”
“Agreed.” I concur.
She leans her elbows onto the table in front of her, quickly removing them when she hears its groans of protest.
“There’ll be a
lot of people back home who think that we let them off too
easy… who’ll think that we should have pulled a
fucking Versailles on their arses!” she muses.
“A
punitive Peace would foster resentment in the gardenworlder populace… They would feel as if their leaders stabbed them in the back by surrendering… Not to
mention giving ammunition to antideathworlder bigots!… We need future generations of gardenworlders to think their ancestors were wrong to declare War on us,
not wrong to sue for Peace…” I remind her.
“Enumerating their various hypocrisies, warcrimes and the many violations of their
own laws that they perpetrated serves that end well… Hundreds of trillions of GU citizens, who personally had little to nothing to do with the War, suddenly finding their salaries cut in half to pay our War reparations would very much be
counter to it(!)… Let us
hope that demanding the most
heinous warcriminals be remanded to Terran custody to stand trial placates the sabre rattlers back home…” adds Mudaliar.
“
Yes, but…! I don’t
know… I feel like we should have got
something more from them!… Instructions on how to reproduce their more advanced tech, maybe…?”
Mudaliar purses his lips in a joyless smile and shakes his head “We just (relatively
handily) defeated them in a War with technology centuries
behind theirs… Their tech is not something we can ask them to trust us with yet… we need to build their
trust first. It’s going to take
time… It’s going to take…”
*Knock**Knock**Knock**Knock**Knock**Knock*
“
What!?” snarls Miyazaki to whatever poor unfortunate soul is requesting entry.
One of the towering guards, in their sleek, state of the art durasteel, enters.
“Apologies for the interruption, Mistress Miyazaki… There’s a delivery for you. Already been scanned for explosive, biological and chemical agents etc… It’s clean.”
“A
delivery…?” she says, screwing up her face in a mixture of confusion and contempt for a moment before shifting to appraisal and beckoning wordlessly.
The towering man enters the room and stands to one side, revealing a small woman with pink skin, purple tendrils covering her scalp, three teal eyes and three legs with one too many joints.
The girl looks terrified as she walks in, a levitating platform following behind her with a heavy looking cube (around a metre wide, deep and tall) on top.
Looking as if she might be about to burst into tears from her fear, the pink skinned girl holds out a holo toward Miyazaki (though still around 8m
away) and says “C-c-could you… s-s-s-sssign h-here, p-please?”
“What am I
signing for?” asks Miyazaki, flatly.
“Th-this?” says the scared delivery girl, gesturing at the glossy cube.
Fury flashes across Miyazaki’s face and, before she can traumatise the poor girl, I step in.
“I think what our Representative
means is that we weren’t
expecting a delivery… Would you mind telling us what this
is?” I say, kindly, smiling (
without teeth) down at the girl.
“I-it’s… a d-data drive…?” she asks more than tells.
A
data drive!?
That’s
absurd!!!
With how
insanely advanced their computing is, a physical storage device
this large would represent several
multiples of all the information Humanity has ever set to
page!
“What’s
on this data drive, sweetie?” I smile, trying not to betray any of my desperate curiosity to her.
“It’s a c-compendium… of a-all Galactic Union t-technologies and ssscience…”
The room stands in stunned silence for 9 straight seconds while we all process what the little xeno girl just said.
She shifts uncomfortably, looking at Miyazaki and, clearly, unwilling to approach her.
Shellshocked, I eventually manage to say “
I… can… sign… for that…”
Looking relieved, she hands me her holo and a stylus.
I scrawl out my name in the abugidic script of my native Tibetan, my hand then making a second pass on the line, adding the vowel markers.
The girl looks thoroughly relieved not to have had to get any closer than she is to the intimidating woman behind the desk, in the formal blue dress.
I hand the device back to her and she uses it to direct the platform to unload its cargo.
She does not wait to be dismissed, beating a hasty retreat from the room, leaving behind the
single most valuable object ever
possessed by Terrankind!
---2687 Terran Calenda26 years BF---
“We need
gardenworlders!” growls Miyazaki, frustratedly, as we pore over the plans for the new agency we’re trying to design “This needs to be
more than just the Terran embassy to the GU and vice versa! It needs to set the
tone for
all our interactions moving forward! We
need qualified gardenworlders, ready, willing and able to work alongside the Terran staff! Helping us build our networks and win over potential allies in the Parliament!”
“Yes… well… unless you want to
kidnap a complement of gardenworlders to staff it as forced labour, then our choices are open it with a Terran dominated staff and hope we can entice more gardenworld employees at a later date or delay it…
again!” points out a weary Mudaliar.
“
Guys…” I interject, equally wearily “…I think we’re
past the point of productivity for this evening… how about we call it quits and come back to it with fresh eyes, tomorrow?”
“
Good idea…” he answers.
The two of us begin getting up but Miyazaki says “Wait…”
We turn to look at her, expectantly.
“How about we go
out tonight?… No
shoptalk, I
promise!…Just think it might be good for us to have a night to cut loose… just the four of us…
five, if that hot, young nurse you’re dating wants to come, Zurab?”
Mudaliar smiles “I appreciate the offer… but I
really need to
sleep… Raincheck?”
“Fair enough… Lhamo?”
I hesitate, considering.
---later---
“Wooooo! Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots shots
SHOTS!!!” shouts a
merry Miyazaki as she and I raise small glasses of weak spirits to our lips, in a booth in the xeno bar, and tip them down our throats.
Her android husband mimics the action with an empty glass.
She slams her glass onto the table and releases a sigh as she slumps against the padded seatback.
Her expression turns slightly melancholic as she says “Y’know… I don’t know if
I’
m the right woman for this job…”
“You
are.” replies her husband, instantly,
almost displaying an emotion for a second there(!) “The fact that you were appointed above all other potential candidates should prove your fitness for the role. They could have chosen anyone and they chose
you.”
“I
agree with your husband… but what makes you
say that, Jeanne?” I query.
“IIIII don’t knooow…” she grumbles “…I sort of feel like I was chosen on the strength of my reputation… and my
parents’ reputation for
ferocity… but, the thing
is, while my mum and my shitstain of a father could give a fiery speech, they also had all the
other skills you need to be a diplomat as
well!… I feel like
I’
ve got
one skill and it’s
scaring people!”
“That’s why
I’
m here, sweetheart.” smiles Ezra, serenely “You’re the stick and I’m the carrot…”
“
Thank you, darling… It’s just… much as I hate to give that man the
credit… difficult not to think that my father would’ve done a better job if he’d managed to make it hear without getting his ship blasted out of the sky!”
While I have
far more sense than to ever
say it, it’s
absolutely apparent that the husband Jeanne ‘Blitz’ Miyazaki commissioned for herself is, in
all ways, the polar
opposite of the late father she despises!
I only ever knew him by his reputation but; where her father was a passionate firebrand, Ezra is calm, measured and tranquil.
Where her father was a
gorgeous heartthrob who became a handsome silver fox in his later life, her husband (while certainly not
ugly) is definitely much
plainer in his looks.
Where her father famously favoured flamboyant modern dress, her husband’s wardrobe looks straight out of a
Unification era vid in its conservativeness.
Where her father had a slight frame and a diminutive stature, her husband is tall and solidly built.
And, where Yuki ‘Blizzard’ Miyazaki famously left his wife, Charlotte ‘Guerre’ d’Aureville , after a
scandalous extramarital affair with Tombe ‘Breeze’ Upash (another (obviously
married)
diplomat, no less!) in a move that would have sunk the career of
anyone else in his line of work, Ezra certainly seems as if he
only has eyes for
her!
Several times, she has expressed the thought that raising her half sister, Emiko, to be a decent person is the
only good thing that man ever did!
My rumination on that is cut short, before I can answer her imposter syndrome, when she says “You ever consider the diplomat track, Lhamo?”
I give a rueful smile as I answer “I’d need a
spouse for that, Jeanne(!)”
Her eyebrows raise in surprise as she says “Oh… you’re
ace? I didn’t realise…”
I chuckle and shake my head “
Not ace… just 42 with
crowsfeet…” I gesture to the corners of my eyes “…I feel like, if I were going to meet Mr Right, it would have
happened by now(!)”
“
Bah…!” she dismisses, letting out her
Francophone side for a second(!) “…
None of this ‘too old to find love’
tripe! You’re still a
stunner!… Not to
mention an
intelligent,
vibrant woman with a
fantastic personality!…Plus… we’re
this close to cracking regen!… Pretty soon, 42 will be the new 25… along with every
other age over 25(!) You’ve got all the time in the
world!… It’d be
really great to be able to hand this job off to you or Zurab!…
Either of you’d do better than
me, I’m sure!… I could go back to Earth, safe in the knowledge that things were being taken
care of!”
“Ma’am…” I lean forward and reassuringly pat her wrist “…I
promise you,
you are the best person for the job… certainly at the
moment, anyway!…
Please grace us with your presence for a
few more
years at least!”
She chuckles “How about you get the next round and we’ll make a
toast of it(!)”
I smile back “No problem… but I
don’
t think we’ll be allowed anymore of
these…” I gesture to the, one-per-customer, shot glasses.
“Vinjirian ale… 900ml.” says the woman, immediately.
“I will take an empty 900ml glass.” states her husband.
“Got it.” I smile.
“Don’t drink any until Ezra can run chem analysis on it… Don’t want to get
drugged!” she reminds me, seriously.
“I promise I won’t!” I chuckle, walking away.
“Oh, and watch him
pour! Make sure he doesn’t
spit in it or anything!” she adds, a little louder than she
needs to but not loud enough that I think the large, porcine, xeno barman will have heard her.
I cross the crowded bar and step to the counter.
“Two Vinjirian ales and an empty glass, please… 900ml, all. Pretty sure you have our waivers for it already.” I smile, with closed lips, up at the orange xeno with the piglike face.
He oinks an acknowledgement and starts pouring.
As I watch him, I notice myself being noticed by a xeno at the far end of the bar.
I don’t turn to look but keep track of him in my periphery while my foveal focus rests, squarely, on the drinks being drawn.
He stands.
“
Fuck…” I whisper to myself.
There’s one of two reasons a xeno is likely to be approaching me: either, he’s going to angrily vent at me about how I’m a
monster and caused him to lose X number of loved ones in the War…
or he’s about to test the rumours about Human
promiscuity…
I’m not particularly in the mood for either but I
really hope it’s the latter… I don’t know that I would trust the proprietor to take
my side if one of his gardenworld patrons gets belligerent.
As the man approaches, he occupies more and more of my attention to the point that, even
though I’m looking right
at them, I wouldn’t necessarily see if our drinks were tampered with!
Good thing I’ve got a walking
laboratory back at my table(!)
The gigantic man has now made it to within a metre of me on my left and stands, looming over me.
Despite the fact that I know, if push came to
shove, I could probably put his head clear through the countertop without too much trouble, it’s still uncomfortable to have
such a large person so close.
The first words the man speaks catch me completely off guard.
“It’s been a
while, Dr Yeshe… I’m
very glad to see you again!” comes a warm, familiar voice, speaking Gangsri accented Tibetan and sounding a
bit like a Human with a blocked nose.
My head whips left and up, my eyes resting upon a very recognisable patch of smooth, flat, periwinkle coloured skin between two large, orange eyes.
I haven’t seen this man since I was transferred to Forward Operations, 4
years ago!
My joy is so immediate and genuine that I momentarily forget to restrain my smile, so as not to be perceived as making an aggressive display!
He doesn’t flinch at the brief flash of my teeth I involuntarily give him.
“Well, well, well, well,
well!… If it isn’t my
favourite prisoner of War(!) What a pleasant surprise, Wing Commander!” I say, my voice joyful.
Then, my face falls as I notice the dark blue bruise across his right eye.
“What happened to your
eye, Ong?!” I ask, ready to demand the name and badge number of whatever guard it was that
did that to him…
then remembering that we’re no longer on Gangsri!
He casts his eyes down and shamefully confesses “It’s… not ‘Ong’
anymore… and it’s not ‘Wing Commander’ either… I’m just
Ngngomg, now…”
It takes a second before the pieces click together for me.
I gasp as I realise “*Hhhhh*…You were
expelled from your
tribe?!”
He answers with a doleful Terran nod.
“Because you
defected?”
“Just got released here, yesterday… went to my embassy… found my tribal representative… he punched me… told me not to come back to Gollogng… and… here I
am…” he gestures around the bar “…drowning my
sorrows(!)”
“That’s
terrible, On…
Ngngomg! I’m
so sorry!!!”
“It’s
fine…” he lies “…I’ve got some preWar savings to live on for the moment…
should also be due two years salary from the GU military… but who knows when or
if I’ll ever see
that, given how my service ended!”
“They don’t count time spent as a POW to be time you
served?” I query.
He puffs through his lips before answering “They do
not, no…
certainly not when you
became a POW by
treason!”
“Is… is there anything I can…
do?” I offer, pathetically.
He gives a joyless curl of his lips and answers “Sweet of you to
offer but… there’s really nothing to be
done… Anyway… it was nice seeing you…” and turns to walk a way.
“
Wait!” I say, a little more desperately than I
mean to.
He turns back, one of his dark blue eyebrows raised quizzically.
“How would you like a job?”
“A
job…?” he frowns “A job doing
what?”
“Let me buy you a drink and… we can tell you
all about it at my table…”
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