Thememristor(/ˈmɛmrᵻstər/; a portmanteauofmemory resistor) was a term coined in 1971 by circuit theorist Leon Chua as a missing non-linear passivetwo-terminalelectrical componentrelatingelectric charge and magnetic flux linkage.[1] The operation of RRAM devices was recently connected to the memristor concept.[2] According to the characterizing mathematical relations, the memristor would hypothetically operate in the following way. The memristor’s electrical resistance is not constant but depends on the history of current that had previously flowed through the device, i.e., its present resistance depends on how much electric charge has flowed in what direction through it in the past. The device remembers its history—the so-called non-volatility property.[3] When the electric power supply is turned off, the memristor remembers its most recent resistance until it is turned on again.[4][5]
These devices are intended for applications in nanoelectronic memories, computer logic and neuromorphic/neuromemristive computer architectures.[9]Commercial availability of memristor memory has been estimated as 2018.[10]In March 2012, a team of researchers from HRL Laboratories and theUniversity of Michigan announced the first functioning memristor array built on a CMOSchip.[11]
⚡ In witchcraft we talk about energy a lot, especially in the context of “charging” objects, or filling them with energy, whether personal or external, as the moving force behind magic and spells.
⚡ Old energy becomes stagnant and bleh. Kinda like old food in the fridge. You gotta clean that out of it, so it doesn’t make the new good you put in “stink” too. So cleanse first before you charge!
⚡ Think of it like batteries! Things lose their charges, and then they kinda feel useless. So you gotta plug it back in to its metaphysical roots.
⚡ there are many ways to charge objects: ⚡
moonlight
sea water
moon water
sunlight
fire
wind
soil
planetary influence
electricity
and many more! almost anything you can come up with
⚡ You can even charge one object with another, like charging a coffee cup with a crystal before breakfast. The magical energy stored in the crystal will transfer to the coffee, and then you have charmed and charged your drink!
⚡ When new energy is introduced to an object with correspondences, and it sits in there, it takes on those new properties of itself and
Regular water (no corres) + sunlight = sun water, water that has taken on the magical properties of the sun.
Amethyst (healing) + moonlight = boosts the existing healing properties of the amethyst, and has moons magical properties too
⚡ You can charge almost any object, with anything that has an energy.
(This song is called Upon ‘The Shining Star Mountain’ taken from their debut EP name ‘The Ancestral Call’ which was released independently on the 1st of May, 2017.
Grailknight is an epic black metal with an influences of atmospheric black metal, medieval music, fantasy music, old ages, myths, and heroism. The band is coming from Serbia. It was found by Astral Paladin [all instruments and vocals].)
(This song is called ‘…On The Way Of The Hunting Moon’ taken from their first album named same as this song. It was released by Melancholia Records in 2003.
Bornholm is a pagan black metal with an influences of epic black metal, symphonic black metal, paganism, heathenism, philosophy, history. The band is originally came from Szerencs, Hungary but know they’re in Budapest, Hungary. It was found in 2000.
Here’s the current lineup:
Sahsnot [guitars, keyboards, and lead vocals | see also: Invictus],
Window Socket:Just attach the plug on to a window and it will harness solar energy. A small converter will convert it into electricity which can be freely used as a plug when you are in the car, on a plane or outside.
Charging is a technique used to implement your own energy into an object. This allows you to program crystals, create charms, or even fill whole rooms full of the energy you choose.
When thinking of charging in a mundane sense, you think of charging up your phone or computer, this is a perfect analogy of what I’m talking about. You charge your phone battery, just like you can charge things like crystals.
Almost anything can be charged, things like stones/crystals, doors, CARS, etc. The possibilities are endless.
First thing you need to know before charging is what kind of energy you’re working with and what you’re using it for.
Now we decided where we are storing the energy in.
Sit down comfortably, holding the item you wish to store the energy in. Focus that energy you want to store, take a deep breath, feel it building within you. When the energy peaks, send it rushing through your arms and into your object.
Essa semana, o presidente vetou um artigo do projeto de lei da deputada Marília Arraes que previa a distribuição gratuita de absorventes pra estudantes de baixa renda da rede pública, pessoas em situação de rua ou de vulnerabilidade extrema e encarceradas. . Segundo a deputada, “estima-se que as meninas faltam às aulas cerca de 40 dias por ano por não ter acesso a absorvente”. Esse é só um exemplo de como a falta desse item básico de saúde pode afetar as vidas das pessoas que menstruam. Cabe ao Congresso, agora, derrubar o veto. . #HQ#tirinha#quadrinho#quadrinhos#charge#cartum#absorvente#pobrezamenstrual#forabolsonaro#mulheresnapolitica
I thought it was odd but no one else seemed to notice. At Grand Central this girl had apparently clambered up onto the table to reach the electrical sockets that are on the same lines as the lights, and then plugged in her iPhone whose cord was just long enough so it dangled above her head. Like a little glowing technological halo. And then she’d reach up awkwardly and type on it. The dedication we have to these things is pretty impressive…
Use the website sigil scribe to create a sigil for your intention, then set it as your phone lock screen/background and leave your phone to charge overnight. It will charge your sigil along with the device.
it happened today, damn that was like 3 days maybe?
It Works the money is on its way!
Need this.
Of course
It worked tho
I just won $500 off a scratch Ticket lottery.
ENERGY
OKAY LEGIT I REBLOGGED THIS YESTERDAY. ME AND MY PARTNER ARE IN SUCH A TIGHT SPOT FOR MONEY ATM AS WE ARE SAVING FOR A DEPOSIT ON A HOUSE. I GOT PAID DOUBLE WHAT I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO GET AND SO DID HE AND HONESTLY I CRIED SO MUCH TODAY IM SO HAPPY AND RELIEVED
Positive vibes!!!!!
Can definitely use this in preparation for the move.
Not sure why I never published this here on Tumblr but I just did on AO3, so here it is too. This fic = Chargestep+Steel+tears.
(Tragic anniversary) Also. Very spoilery!
—————————————————– Yet another anniversary of the tragic past, and friends gather seeking closure together.
“It’s almost time,” Ortega says checking his watch. “I was thinking, maybe I should just stay here?” “Nonsense, you have to come, that’s the whole point!” “I don’t do well in crowds.”
“I promise, I’ll be right next to you the whole time.” You frown. Of course, he anticipated you’d be chickening out right now. “It’ll be weird.” “It’ll be even weirder if you’re not there” You sigh heavily. This isn’t working. “Who else is coming?” “Everyone. But we don’t have to talk to them” You look away at that, but he caresses your cheek, pulling you back to face him “Don’t do this Cyrus. If you don’t come we both know you’re going to feel like shit afterward” “Ha… what If I go and I end up feeling like shit anyway?” “Then you can blame it on me!” he smiles softly, looking at you. His other hand squeezes on your shoulder, coming closer until your foreheads touch. He’s got you. He knows if he makes you smile, you won’t be able to say no. Emotions are stupid. “… and If it’s really bad we can just leave. You can give me one of those “I told you so” speeches” “It feels like I’m on the other end of those lately.” “I know. I miss them!” “You don’t!” you smile, conceding defeat. “Sometimes I can be bad too” he grins “You’re not good or bad, you’re just … incorrigible” “And that’s how you like it” “Fine. I’ll go. And I’ll try not to blame you when I feel like shit” “Wow really?” “Really” “It’s the right thing to do. It’ll help you heal… It helped me” “I don’t know. I guess we’ll see.” “Just trust me on this” “Oh I trust you, but you seem to forget I’m just a coward” “Not a coward” He whispers in your ear, still holding you “It was in our names, Ric. You’re the guy that Charges, I’m the one that just Sidesteps” “Well one of us has to dodge the incoming train, right?” he snorts, letting go. “That’s how it always worked” “Not always” comes your reply, harsher than you intended. “Hey. Look at me,” he says straightening your shoulders. “It’ll be fine. You’re strong. The strongest person I know” He looks confident as he says it. He’s good at telling lies like that. …………………….
“Over here,” Ortega says, but your legs aren’t responding properly. He takes your hand when he notices you’re not following, and that does the trick, as so many of your handlers learned when trying to get you to do things you didn’t want to.
You may not want to, but you agreed to do it, and now you can’t turn back, because he said you’re strong and you’re a fool that’s ashamed to prove him wrong. Feels too much like being Sidestep again.
Your shields are so tight around you that it hurts and it’s not even enough. Shields can’t help you on a night of grief and goodbyes. The crowd’s thoughts are all too familiar, and you don’t want to let them inside
They can’t possibly want to feel these things either, so you can only ask yourself why are they doing this. Why are they gathering together like this? Why come out and share on each other’s misery? They trained you to understand humans but they’re still one big mystery.
“… how is this supposed to help again?” you ask Ortega because he’s the one who got you into this madness. “You’re doing fine,” he says encouragingly. You don’t manage an answer, as all you can hear are your shields cracking and bending under pressure, like the hull of the submarine in the movie you saw, the one that went far too deep. Maybe you won’t come back to the surface either.
“Here,” he says after stepping on a seemingly random spot. “How are you doing?” he asks giving you a clinical look. You don’t reply, but it seems your expression is answer enough, and so he embraces you, letting you bury your face in his chest. Can you hide there? It’s not as stupid a plan as it sounds… his static does numb the pressure from one side at least if you’re close enough. Something that he knows. A secret you confessed once, during a party Sidestep had to be present in, to help catch a murderous shapeshifter. Not that he can wrap you up entirely, but it’s better than nothing.
“It’ll be ok. It’s ok” he repeats. Maybe he’s right. Maybe if you can just hold your shields for long enough, you can make it through this whole ‘Vigil’ thing, until it’s over. You can do this. You peek into the crowd again, and the pressure comes right back as soon as you move your head away from him.
“Just keep close to me,” you ask, hoping he won’t think you’re just being dramatic.
“Not going anywhere” he reassures you “As promised” It takes some effort, but the shields seem to be holding for the moment…
The speaker is saying something to the crowd, and the words start sounding clearer once you’re confident enough inside your fortress.
”…because it’s important that we showcase all the good, and that we can stand together tonight. That we are still strong and that we can be better, that we will not forget. I wish my daughter Jill could be here to see us…” she breaks in tears, and the wave of resulting emotions is like a battering ram, tearing your shields apart.
Listening was a mistake, it just puts you in sync with everybody else, and now there’s nothing between you and them… Ortega tightens his embrace, behind your back, arms around you looking over your shoulder, but he could be a hundred miles away for all it matters now. The castle is breached. Each speaker’s words hold power over the crowd. The power to evoke images that hurt… hurt so much…
“… and eight years ago, our son Louis was taken from us…” another speaker says on the stand. “There were no answers, no explanation, no nothing. And I thought I had reached the end of the line. I couldn’t believe it when they told me what he did. What others did around him. And I would not accept it. I would not believe it. He would have never done it… I denied it. I started looking for answers at the bottom of a bottle. I couldn’t get out of my bed…”
It’s overwhelming. Familiar grief. The same loss. Many of those present lost loved ones that day. He goes on until he can’t, and another one takes his place.
“…and I couldn’t believe the things she was saying. She was happy. We were going to get married! She had just achieved her degree. I tried to stop her… and then I felt it too… and I… I opened the window and…” This one has to be helped off the stand as he breaks, recalling the painful memory. He doesn’t say it, but you know what happened and so does everyone else who lived through it. She jumped. He didn’t. So it’s up to him to speak because she can’t. He’s crying. You’re crying. Ortega holds you tight but standing in his shadow is not enough to protect you from the sun. The speaker…He’s like you. Eight years ago, he felt that filthy mind creep inside his, and it wanted him to end it all… and he wanted it too, but he lived in the end. He survived while losing someone so important to him… lost it all. You’re in his mind and you’re feeling his grief, and he’s just as broken. You need to get out… need to get out…
“I can’t do this” you whimper “Yes, you can. It’ll help” “How does it help?” you ask in disbelief. Why gather to feel all this pain? “I don’t know. It just does” he whispers.
The pressure is reaching a crescendo that you can’t possibly manage. Not with broken shields and their thoughts invading your own as they please…
You need to go… you need to…
Candles? Candles begin lighting up everywhere, as far as your eyes can see. Ortega searches in his pocket and lights one as well, holding it in front of you. They all raise their candles, and the speaker goes silent, the pressure is unbearable… You brace against Ortega, preparing for the worst yet to come.
But the pressure is lifted instead then, leaving you looking around, surprised. Everyone’s closed their eyes, holding their candles, their thoughts spent in messages, and goodbyes to their loved ones. Wishing them well. Asking them to look over the family. Promising justice. Promising to never stop looking for answers. Telling them they wish they were here. Or knowing they are…
Something cracks in you, and it’s not your shields. Something you didn’t know was there, and it doesn’t hurt. It should have cracked long ago.
There are many like you here. People who felt the truth of that horror within them. People who wished they were gone and not have to wake up each morning, but they still came all the way to be up here, to raise a candle with others. Looking for hope. You can see the struggle. Long months and years spent fighting to get better. To be whole. To move on.
Another crack. This one brings a warm feeling to your stomach, and then you’re crying too, along with them, holding Ortega’s hands as he raises the candle.
“It used to be two candles” he explains “But now I have you back” You’re not sure how to respond to this. He’s been doing this every year?
“Want to say goodbye?” he whispers “Now’s the time” You nod, finally understanding what is it you came to do here.
It feels stupid, talking to someone you saw die before your eyes… but not in here. Not with so many people gathered for this exact reason. They all understand. So you let Themmie know you’re sorry. Let them know that you still remember. That you’ll never forget. That you’re happy they let you call them your friend.
You notice when you open your eyes once more.
The tall figure, with the candle in front of you, he’s looking your way. Steel. No, not Steel. Chen. He looks at you, with an expression you’ve not seen him wear before. Guilty. Seven times he came to these events with Ortega, always a lier, and now the truth is out, and he’s nothing more than an outsider. You were so angry at him. You couldn’t forget how Ortega chose to help him and not you while you were alone in that awful room?
But it’s different now. Your anger seems so petty and hollow now, drowning into the sea of survivors. So small. So insignificant… These are friends. Friends who have been pulling each other out of this void, and now that you’re alive, does that mean Steel has to pay the price of the lies he told to get Ortega back together? Unless…
“It’s ok, you don’t need to talk to…” Ortega starts talking as Steel turns to walk away, ashamed.
But your feet have already made the decision, breaking from Ortega’s arms, you walk the distance towards Chen, pulling at his shoulder.
He turns around, surprised. Surprised that you’d approach after you left at the park… after the HQ… after the fight with Ricardo…
“Cyrus. I didn’t mean to run into…” he starts. “I know” you cut him off. “It doesn’t matter. Come”
You bring him back towards Ortega, who looks confused, and Chen follows, reluctantly, not daring to look into his friend’s eyes. Not after the argument. Ortega frowns, before looking at you…
A final crack and you take the candle from Ortega’s hands, putting it on the floor with the others, with the pictures and flowers of Themmie and yourself, surrounded by countless other departed. You let go and return to them finally knowing what needs to be done.
You’re bad at hugging, but you embrace both of them pulling them together. It gets really -really- awkward for a moment as you’re the only one holding your arms, and Chen looks so surprised that for a moment you fear that he’s going to pull back, but Ortega finally relents and wraps arms around both of you, as does the Marshall.
That’s when the organizers start gathering the candles, placing them into the base of the fire balloons, releasing them into the sky above.
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The beach is quiet tonight, and the waves hit gently against the coast, reflecting the city lights and the moon.
Hurried footsteps approach, and you don’t have to turn since the familiar static is there.
“There you are!” he says panting. “You didn’t tell me you were leaving”
“I had to. You were talking to Steel and Owl showed up” “Right… Can’t let her recognize you” “I don’t care if she recognizes me, I just want to keep my nose intact”. He snorts, rubbing your shoulder. “It’s been years.” “Not taking any chances with her”. He adjusts to your pace, walking by the rocks. It’s dangerous to walk here at night, the rocks are sharp, and there’s no one around if you fall, but this area has enough light with the nearby hotels being renovated. That’s probably how he found you.
“So you hugged Chen”. “Yeah. As did you,” you say, before jumping on top of the largest stone in here, sitting on the edge “I did,” he says, adding little else. “I figured… If there’s someone to blame for this, then it’s not Marshall Steel.” “Uhu,” he says balancing on an edged stone, before jumping onto the large one you’re sitting on. “This was … powerful. You were right about coming there” “I know. I would’ve brought you last year but…” “But I was busy preparing my armor to beat you all up, I know. And I’m sorry.” “It’s in the past” “Like everything else,” you say, looking at the waves reflecting the light from the buildings, at the lingering fog above them, looking like an imitation of the nanoswarm… “I still can’t believe he lied to me for so many years” he finally lets it out. “I know. But he’s your friend. And he’s sorry” “And you think that’s enough?” he asks, betraying some of the anger. “I’ve lied a lot more than him. And he would have fucked up your life if he had spoken up…” “That wasn’t his choice to make, was it?” “Hey I was furious too… but perhaps he did the right thing, don’t you think? All things considered…” He takes a long, deep breath as you say that, going silent, before sitting down beside you, looking at the water below. Too stubborn, but you made your case. “Never expected you’d be the one standing up for Steel” “These are definitely interesting times, don’t you think?” you say, trying not to smile too much as you lean on his shoulder, letting him draw you closer, as he watches the waves go.
Your gaze goes higher, into the skies where some of the balloons are still floating under the clouds with your candles and your goodbyes.
—————————————- My Fanfiction:https://chaniters.tumblr.com/post/181692759294/my-fanfiction-for-fallen-heroDISCLAIMER: This is a work of fan fiction using characters and the setting of the Fallen Hero: Rebirth and upcoming Fallen Hero: Retribution games written by Malin Riden. I do not claim ownership of any characters from the Fallen Hero world. These stories are a work of my imagination, and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. These works are intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by the author. I am not profiting financially from the creation of these stories, and thank the author for his wonderful game/s, without which these works would not exist.
Sunstream ventures into the suspect’s house on her own, revealing a new unexpected power while Charge, Sentinel, and Steel provide backup. Meanwhile, Anathema and Sidestep meet up with Linda Goodman to arrange the trade. (It’s hard to juggle this many characters but I so wanted to write this story! I hope it worked and people reading enjoy it!)
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“You guys said this was going to be subtle!” Sunstream complains through her intercom.
“You’re doing fine. We support you!” Charge encourages on her earphones quickly enough.
“That’s not what I’m talking about!” Sunstream lets out an irritated grunt as she lands on the other side of the fence.
“Hey, you volunteered, miss!” Sentinel argues. “You’re the one who said we should draw sticks, and that we never let you get your hands dirty with stealth missions.”
“Yes, but I didn’t know I was going to be breaking and entering!”
“I hate all of you so much.” She grumbles, making her way through the bushes to the vicinity of the front door.
“You are approaching the cameras” Sentinel points out. “It’s time to do your thing.”
“Alright, I’m going bright. Look away” she replied.
Sentinel lowered his dark goggles, and even that was barely enough to cover from the incoming flash, even behind the van’s tinted glass.
“Shit, that’s bright.”
“Told ya. No way the cameras will pick anything but white while I pick the lock.
“Well remind me to wear sunscreen next time,” Sentinel said, rubbing his eyes.
The flash died down and disappeared as the door closed again.
“I’m in,” she replied. “Please tell me Goodman isn’t coming back home.”
“Steel?” Sentinel asked.
“Still driving her Pontiac, heading downtown. I’m following at a distance… there are no signs of her turning back.”
“Good.”
“If anything happens, I’ll cut the power and come get you out,” Charge said, from his hiding spot, covering the back doo. near the fuse box.
“Thanks, mom, but I can handle myself,” she replied as sarcastic as she could deliver, taking a few steps forward into the unfamiliar living room.
“Focus. If this person is involved with Husk, then she’s a menace and it could get dangerous fast.”
“If she drives a Pontiac even with all of those native-American protests going that already makes her a menace, right?” “What do you see?” Sentinel asked, rubbing his temples behind the van’s monitors, ignoring her comment.
The question would go unanswered for several tense minutes.
“Sunny?”
“I hate to disappoint, but I don’t see piles of corpses or living husks hooked to the ceiling like you said there would be, Marshal Sparkles.”
“Husk wouldn’t be so obvious in the middle of a residential area. This isn’t a sewage tunnel like last time,” Sentinel spoke, suddenly wishing he hadn’t, the revolting memories come back to his mind.
“This woman is classy. Wish my apartment looked half this good.”
“Focus,” Sentinel repeated.
“I am focused! Moving to the corridor… aaaand…”
“…”
“…and?” Charge asks, again the impatient one.
“And her bathroom has a bidet. I’m telling you guys, this is really upper-crust!”
Sentinel resisted the urge to curse at these kids as Charge laughed heartily on the other end.
“She’s stopping her car by a bar… she came out, and now… she’s looking for something in her trunk?” Steel pointed out
“Just a random bar?” Charge asked.
“It’s called Joels.”
“What kind of name is Joels?”
“I’m not going in to find out”
“The kitchen is nice too. I’m headed into the bedrooms.”
“I think there’s something fishy in that bar…”
“Keep the channel silent for Sunny and Steel, would you?” Sentinel interjected. “Sorry.” Charge said. “You can take your time, she’s not returning soon.” Steel said. “Left her car around the corner… I’ll park closer to the front door to see when she comes out.”
“Alright, bedroom number one is… very weird.” Sunstream continued.
“Weird how?” Sentinel asked.
“Many posters… and there are CDs everywhere. She must be a real fan of the Blue Guys Group!.”
“The band?” Charge asked, confused
“Yeah, and these tattoo designs are just sick good…”
“When I said take your time, I didn’t mean check out her music!” Steel interrupted.
“Alright, alright! I’m moving to the next room.”
“Thank you.”
“Geez, I’m just looking for clues here…”
“We can discuss what bands Linda Goodman likes later.”
“Whatever, it’s not like you guys appreciate a…” She interrupted herself abruptly, letting out a sudden yelp.
“Are you ok?” Sentinel asked. “Come in Sunny!!!” “That’s it, I’m going in” Charge let out after a couple of seconds passed, standing up and opening the fuse-box, ready to fry the circuit.
“No, wait. I’m fine” Sunstream voiced from her end
“Shit don’t scare us like that!” Charge complained.
“What did you find?”
“Steel… are you 100% sure you’re following Linda Goodman?” Sunstream asked.
“Positive. It’s definitely her, I even took pictures of her going into the bar.”
“Thing is… I’m standing right next to Linda Goodman as well.”
They all went silent, as the thing they were all fearing became a reality.
“Describe her for us,” Sentinel asked calmly.
“She’s in pretty bad shape… drained I don’t know what’s wrong with her…There are bruises everywhere, I think she’s unconscious…? She’s attached to a machine, I think it’s a respirator?”
“This confirms it. It’s what Husk does. They’re a shapechanger but they can’t take someone’s appearance without constant access to the base DNA. If she’s hooked to medical machines then there’s no telling how long Husk has been replacing her for…” Sentinel pondered
“Don’t touch anything!” Charge warned
“Uh…oh.”
“What do you mean ‘oh’ ?” the Marshal asked
“I tried to see if she was awake… and I think I… triggered something?”
“Something like what?”
“An alarm…?”
“Get Goodman and come out of there right now!” Sentinel spoke in an urgent tone.
“Gotcha!” Sunstream huffed, seconds before as a large explosion shook the house, quickly putting the whole building in flames.
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“Mierda!!!!” Charge let out a frustrated cry, taking a few steps back from the heat coming from the house. “Mierda, this is my fault! it, I’m coming in, I’m getting Sunny out!!”
But a blast blew up the back door before he could, Suntream jumping out of the raging inferno, carrying the unconscious woman past a shocked Charge.
“SHIT! … I fucked up!” She yelled, still shielding Goodman with her body as she moved her away.
“She’s alive!” said Charge feeling her pulse. “Sentinel, call an ambulance”
“Already did Marshal”.
“I shouldn’t have…”
“Stop it. You didn’t fuck it up, Sunny you just saved this woman. “I did?" "Definitely did… mierda that was a close call, are you alri…-? Eh… you never told us you were fireproof?”
“I… didn’t know?” Sunstream said looking at herself, only now realizing she didn’t even have a scratch on her.
“Well, now you know and it’s perfect! Now stay with her until the ambulance arrives, I’m going for my motorbike.”
“Alright, I’ll do it!” she said, slapping her own cheeks, trying to get herself back in the game.
“Suspect is coming out of the bar! On the run!”
“That’s definitely Husk and we tipped them off!.”
“I’ll be there in a second Steel!” Sentinel said, walking out of the van to take off “Just don’t lose that bastard.”
“I’m going to cut them on foot, stand between them and the car” “Don’t let them get away guys!” Sunstream said while holding the real Linda Goodman in her arms. “… what the…” Steel grunted, confused “There’s a crazy guy in a horse mask chasing Husk with an energy gun… wait no! Two crazies in horse masks!” “Say again?” “Husk just stole a motorbike! I’m getting back to my car!”
———Meanwhile——– Joels It makes you roll your eyes that they would just add an L and call it a day after the LDPD closed their previous establishment.
The bar offers diamante masks for anyone not already wearing one, a common courtesy in some of the old-fashioned villain bars. You politely reject the bouncer offering one, since the mask Anathema asked you to wear already covers all of your head.
Anathema also refuses, wearing the second horse-head mask they were carrying in their bag. Themmy’s is black and hairy with a small pink hat on top, while is white with a rainbow-colored unicorn horn.
“I really like these,” you say, pondering on how would you go around making it practical for a suit.
“Thanks. They’re leftovers from the last pride.”
“Pride?” you ask, confused.
“Eh?”
“Oh, right… the parade,” you say quickly, catching the thought fast enough to cover for your ignorance. “Where are we supposed to seat?”
“There” Themmy points out to a table on the far corner. “It’s reserved.”
The decor and music here are more vintage than Joes, but the bar has the same feel to it. And of course, there are Joes everywhere waiting tables and manning the bar, making your skin crawl when you remember them shooting you. Anathema promised they’d act as a human shield if need be, but you know it could get ugly if Joes figure who you are. Their Invulnerability can’t protect you from a dozen attackers.
The two of you make your way to the table without causing much more than a glance at the colorful masks, and Themmy orders some fries.
“She should be here in a few minutes.
You give them a single nod, looking for all the exits and scanning to see who might be a treat, as you wait.
“There’s Goodman!” Anathema announces after a few minutes pass, their mask looking at the woman by the door, also wearing a horse-head mask, this one brown, heading for your table. “Wow. Nice detail with the masks.”
“I knew it would make us easier to identify each other.” You scan at her mind directly now, quickly realizing that the core of her thoughts is protected. Familiar… you’ve definitely felt this woman’s mind before, and…
No, you have to be wrong… She can’t be… Is she…? (!!!!) “She’s Husk,” you whisper as the false Linda Goodman approaches “WHAT?” Anathema gasps.
“I’m telling you that’s not Linda Goodman. It’s Husk taking her shape, I know that mind! What do we do?” “Oh shit! Shit shit shit….” Themmy lets out. “Alright… we have to arrest her then? We need to capture her first.” they ponder, as Husk takes a seat in front of you. “Good evening gentleme…-.” Husk’s words are cut off by the electric blast making them twitch and fall back limp on the chair. “Done!” you tell Anathema, making sure anyone looking dismisses the sudden movement. “… the fuck?” Themmy asks, confused, looking between the twitching Linda Goodman and the smoking energy gun in your hand, still pointing at her under the tablecloth. There’s a trick to shooting someone before they notice, a trick the farm taught you well. “What did you do?”
“You told me to capture her?”
“I didn’t mean here you moron! How are we going to arrest her in a villain bar!” their whispering gets louder and louder.
“I don’t know!” you whisper back, cursing yourself for being an idiot. “I’m sorry!” “Alright… Alright. Let’s… Let’s pretend she’s drunk or something..? And walk out with her and make the arrest outside.”
“Drunk? But she just got here?” you point out
“Got any better ideas?”
“No”
“Then help!”
“Alright… I’ll just try to make people not look at us.” Themmy starts standing up, grasping for Linda…? No, Husks hand… And against all odds, she breaks free, springing to life like a viper and running for the door, faster than any human should be able to.
“After her!” Anathema hisses hiss, jumping over the fallen chair, you following closely behind, gun in hand as you topple a Joes over, the one that was bringing your fries to the ground.
All you can think about is how your handlers would NOT be amused about this fuckup of yours. ———————————
My Fanfiction:https://chaniters.tumblr.com/post/181692759294/my-fanfiction-for-fallen-heroDISCLAIMER: This is a work of fan fiction using characters and the setting of the Fallen Hero: Rebirth and upcoming Fallen Hero: Retribution games written by Malin Riden. I do not claim ownership of any characters from the Fallen Hero world. These stories are a work of my imagination, and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. These works are intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by the author. I am not profiting financially from the creation of these stories, and thank the author for his wonderful game/s, without which these works would not exist.
