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Highlander Fox of ...
Rank: Commodore
Re: Roleplay IV
DS Devereaux on Oct 26, 2013 wrote:
(Oh, no! Here, I know how to get you back in...would it be okay if Alex began wandering afterwards?)
Warwick stretched his arms up, feeling some relief after a long rest.
"I'd love for you to come along," he said to Lizzy with a smile, "I may have a lead somewhere. Or not." Standing up, Warwick splashed more water on his face, starting to walk back into the small bear camp. Walking with Lizzy into Northguard, Warwick could have sworn that he recognized a figure walking over a distant bridge.
"Alex!" Warwick called out, "Alex, it's us! You're alright!" Approaching Alex, Warwick performed a quick and feathery heal upon Alex, smiling. "Glad to have you back." Warwick had taken a handful of Lizzy's berries with him and ate them as the group walked towards what looked like to be the equivalent of a tavern. Within minutes, Warwick caught himself from a rambling story about his Navy days.
"So, Alex," Warwick said, changing subjects, "How'd you turn up on Skull Island?"
(I love how all of our characters have gone through something major and terrifying. It draws them closer together, no?)
(It sounds just like her to wander around. XD)
Alex's anger had eased as she found the group. But a bit of resentment lingered, for reasons unknown. "Well, my parents, um, they... Died. They died in a terrible....Storm." There was a lot of lingering in Alex's words. "And it was on a zone not far from Skull Island, Waponi Wu. I wasn't there, but it was a wicked and terrible hurricane of sorts that took them. They were traders from Port Regal, where I grew up. But having no one to take me in anymore, I was told to change my lifestyle and take on a new life in Skull Island. I did as such, but it hurts me so much to take away from others as a pirate, so I took on a more mild, less dangerous livelihood as the alchemist of Skull Island. It's too lonely..." She sighed. (OOC: She's leaving out a couple important details...)
"Oh yes, have any of you seen Angel or Trinity? I heard them talking about vortexes earlier." The alchemist shrugged, and being the kind of person she was, was worried for the duo. Even though she shouldn't worry.
(I just remembered! Today (or yesterday by the time this goes up) is Emma's birthday, as I scheduled it. XD)
DS Devereaux
Rank: Gunner's Mate
Just Add Bacon on Oct 27, 2013 wrote:
OOC: Before I forget to tell you (I'm serious, I can really forget something like this) I wanna tell you guys something pretty cool that happened just an hour ago. My friend, her little sisters, her mom, my mom, and I all went out to our favorite pizza place and we all had a blast. A few of the topics, though, were related to this roleplay. Warning: I am about the launch into a long and boring monologue about my own personal experience, and you may immediately lose interest, but I think you might like it.
My friend's favorite book/series is Divergent (don't know how it's spelled, so I'm making my best guess), and in honor of the next movie coming out soon, my friend wrote on her wrist Four, the name of one of the characters. As a topic of interest and to create conversation, I asked her what Four was about, and she began to tell me. Shortly after she began to explain to me Four's personality, my eyes widened and I interrupted her (as politely as I could ).
"You remember how I told you about Pirate101?"
"Yeah."
"And the message boards?"
"And how I love to participate in roleplays?"
"Yep."
"Remember that one I told you about?"
"With Warwick?"
*laugh* "Yes!"
"Four is exactly like Warwick!" I shook her shoulder and grinned, then launched into a lecture about Warwick's personality. She gave me playful shove now and then and laughed like a goof at certain things, and when I was done, she raised an eyebrow at me.
"And you're not making this up?"
I grinned at her. "Promise. What does Four look like?"
Turns out Warwick and Four have the same hairstyle, but the similarities in appearance end there.
My point in saying all of this is a question: Des, have you read Divergent?
OOC: I read Divergent at least a year and a half ago...but now that I think about it, there is a direct correlation between Warwick and Four! I actually hadn't noticed this one bit until you told me. >.>
I created Warwick to experiment with a grumpier character. In A Survivor's Word, Destiny tends to be upbeat and optimistic. For an upcoming project, I wanted to create a complex character like Warwick to occupy the main character's sanity while being comfortable with writing about those disguising fear as anger. I should get back into that series...thanks for sharing that!
And now, back to your regular scheduled programming...
Just Add Bacon
Highlander Fox of ... on Oct 27, 2013 wrote:
Lizzy gazed out of the window, absorbed in her own personal thoughts. She was listening to all of the conversation going on around her with multitasking, but this wasn't the majority of her attention. When she heard about the storm, though, she came to full awareness of the small group and watched Alex's expression as she described what led her to Skull Island. Lizzy knew her friend was hiding something, but she respected her privacy and didn't ask. "Oh yes, have any of you seen Angel or Trinity? I heard them talking about vortexes earlier." Alex shrugged, but an expression of worry shadowed her face.
"Probably took a vortex back wherever they came from." Lizzy rested her hand on Alex's shoulder and smiled reassuringly to her. "They're fine, wherever they are."
Having done her part to participate in the conversation, Lizzy returned to gazing out the window and began to drum her fingers on the table in a complicated pattern, one that only repeated once every few minutes.
I wonder what happened to Connor. Is he okay?
Connor is the least of your worries. And, you heard Mom. You're better off without him and his brother.
Mom's usually right, but Connor is a person, just like I am. He has a story. He has history. He has reasons behind his actions. Is this so difficult to relate to?
Stop thinking about him. Like I said, Connor's the least of your worries. What about the wolf?
That's right. Lizzy sighed. Steinar is still out there.
Thunder Hawk
Connor who had happened to find the small group, and almost called out, was stopped, a shadow, and a person, catching his eye. His eyes darted to the location of the shadow, but the person was gone.
Had I imagined it? Connor thought.
No. That was most definitely Sean.
But....That's impossible! Sean left for Wintertusk!
Well....What do you think Sean is after?
No. No way. He can't be after that.
Maybe he is. You know the code of the Peacock Master.
......Why do you call him that? His name is Hank.
Whatever. But even you will obey the code.
You'd best hurry to Wintertusk, for if Sean discovers it and uses it on the Armada.....Things will get ugly.
Side with Warwick and Lizzy. Help them, and I'm sure they'll help you stop Sean.
But that's the least of my worries.......
Connor shook his head of his terrible thoughts. He had to work with Warwick and Lizzy. But they didn't trust him. I'll have to wait. Connor thought. He set an almost complete white windstone out in the open, hoping Lizzy, Warwick, or that stranger Alex would come across it. Connor barrel rolled to the cover of rocks, so he wouldn't be seen by Warwick or Lizzy.
I'll wait. Connor thought. I'll follow them to Wintertusk. When the time is right, I'll make my next move.
OOC: Uh-oh. Things are gonna get ugly pretty soon, I've got that feeling.
Thunder Hawk on Oct 30, 2013 wrote:
Lizzy's eyes widened, and she rubbed them to make sure that she had seen things correctly. She thought she had seen Connor, and sure enough, right where he was standing just a moment before was a clear white windstone. Lizzy jerked her head downward and glared at her salad as if it was the salad's fault that she had seen Connor, and quickly ate, wondering if she had been seeing things because of lack of food. She guzzled down some mountain water and set the glass down on the table, interrupting any conversation the small group may have been having, and stood up, marching away without another word.
She strode out of the tavern and walked over to the white windstone by the rocks and picked it up. Lizzy examined all of the spirals and swirls, how magnificent and magical the rock was. Her eyes widened as her memory sparked, and after fumbling around a little with her pouch, she pulled out the single shard of white windstone that Connor had given her back in Skull Island. She held up the almost whole windstone to the small shard of one, and Lizzy saw that it was a perfect fit. She hesitated for a little bit, gazing at both of the pieces, but pushed away all of her doubt at the same time she pushed the pieces together. With a flash of white light the windstone became whole, and the force of the power knocked Lizzy off of her feet and sprawling away to a ledge near the river. Lizzy gasped for breath and shot into a sitting position so that her head no longer laid over the edge, and the momentary shock had made her slip into her aura vision.
Something in that form of vision surprised her, though. Lizzy stepped in and out of aura vision and gazed in the direction of the rocks. In her aura vision, Lizzy saw an aura with traced of gold just behind the rock. She sighed and picked up the white windstone next to her. "I know you're here, Connor. No need to worry, I'm alone. You can come out if you wish."
(I've been SO busy!)
Warwick could tell that Alex was hiding something, just based on how she presented her words. Before he could nudge Lizzy, she had disappeared.
Guess it's up to me, then, Warwick mentally decided. He turned back to Alex.
"Listen," he sighed, "I know you're hiding something about your past, and it would probably be for the better for all of us if you could be at peace with..." Warwick swallowed a thought of his own, "...with your past. So, I'm wondering, why does it hurt you to steal?"
Warwick quickly remembered his own past. It was on the Armada galleon, some many months before - He was trapped in a cell, clinging to the bars as the ship swayed. A clockwork stood watch outside of his cell, a bronze key dangling from a hook on its armor. Warwick, within hours, had betrayed his soldier's code and snatched the key, pocketing it before the clockwork noticed. Once his rescuers arrived, Warwick was leaning against the wall outside, dangling the key from his fingertips. Nonetheless, it was an easy escape.
Since then, Warwick's ethical code had changed, especially once he had been discharged. For the period of time in between Warwick's arrival on Skull Island and his denial of Avery's help in finding his parents, Warwick had taken to stealing like a professional, knowing how to gauge target actions from his experience in Marleybone. He understood the controversy inside, and knowing that Alex felt the same made him wonder.
(I love making Warwick push buttons.)
OOC: Dealing with a few health issues right now (a cold, a major headache, and overall allergies to name a few of them) and I wanted to let you guys know this, in case it effected my writing.
The blonde waited patiently for Connor to react, but when he never showed himself, she stood back up and trudged over to the tavern, where Warwick and Alex were. After pocketing the windstone, she slid into her chair next to Warwick, deciding not to tell them about Connor unless they asked, and noticed the uncomfortable expression on Alex's face while Warwick's had a look of interest.
She pretty face palmed right there. He had just asked Alex a personal question, one that was of no need to ask. She shot Warwick a look, knowing that Alex was a little sensitive (as is everyone, when it comes to unexplained reasons) and stood up once more, leading him away from the table and out of earshot. "Excuse us for just a moment..."
"Warwick," Lizzy said sternly, concern on her face for both of her friends, "you know you can ask me anything. Other people aren't like that, sometimes they may just have a personal reason for things." She paused, letting her words sink in. During this brief period of time, she looked into Warwick's eyes, stunned as always by the color and the intensity of his gaze. He may try to hide his emotions at times, but he was so... so...
Deep. Lizzy thought.
It was almost unbelievable, the things this captain had experienced. She couldn't see right into his memories, but she could see one emotion that was loud and clear, and easy to see of his past. Pain.
Lizzy snapped herself out of these thoughts and continued. "Right, then." She turned to go back to the table, but turned around once more to look to Warwick again, resting her hand on his arm. "Just try and be a little more careful, next time you ask someone something personal." Lizzy nodded, smiling demurely, then fluttered back over to the table, quickly eating some more of her salad before she could say anything that might concern either of her friends.
She shook her head as she shook her thoughts of Warwick's appearance and history from her mind, instead thinking about Connor, his brother, the wolf, and the white windstone that she held in her pocket. Lizzy bit her lip, not really wanting to keep Connor and the windstone a secret, but just thinking it was a bad time to bring it up.
The windstone seemed to grow uncomfortably hot in her pocket.
OOC: It's quite fun to see Warwick push buttons, he definitely surprises me at times, and I enjoy showing Lizzy's reaction, a little passive through it all, understanding and considerate to both Warwick and whoever's buttons he's pushing at that moment. I truly do love Warwick's character -- he's so detailed, and, as Lizzy said, deep, and I feel he's truly one of the most complicated people I've ever read about. You're doing an absolutely fantastic job with him. Bravo, Des!
OOC: Ran out of characters in my last post, so I'll be writing a new one.
I recently started a new roleplay thread (Roleplay -- Costume Party!), and in the first post of it that I wrote, she dances the Waltz by herself (foreshadowing -- hopefully!). She needs a partner, would Warwick be available at that time? Also, it might be a great opportunity to explore his awkward side. I think it might be fun to have Lizzy and Warwick in the same roleplay again, also it would be good practice for you if your character bumped into another one that was important to him (he trusts her -- that's big as far as Warwick goes, right? right?). It'll be good writing practice for the both of us. I do hope you join the thread, although I understand if you don't. Who knows? You could use Destiny or any other character of yours if you wanted to. XD I think it would be a little fun for Destiny and Lizzy to meet. From what I've read of Destiny in A Survivor's Word, the two might not get along in difficult situations, something that I feel would add humor to and deepen the story.
Okay, going to stop trying to sell it now.
Just Add Bacon on Nov 2, 2013 wrote:
(I'll see what I can do, as Warwick might as well have a free moment at that time... Giving Emma a chance to post.)
Alex clenched her fists and grimaced. "As for that, my reason why I don't steal is confidential. Watch how personal you get, Orleans. My history deserves to be forgotten, and I don't want to talk about it." The alchemist was obviously not all too happy, judging by her facial expression, body language and darkened tone of voice in her vengeful words. "Unlike most other pirates, for the record, I didn't make the idiotic mistake of allowing myself to be imprisoned by clockworks." Okay, now she was just being cruel. (OOC: No offense to anyone whose character was captured by the Armada, Alex is just sensitive about that.)
A sudden crash rang out from outside, and a triumphant, familiar voice sounded in a chorus of: "I HAVE FOUND THE HUMAAAAAAAAAANS!" Trinity got to her feet, and despite some of her outfit being slightly blackened and singed with ash, she seemed not to mind, and she glanced in the window. She waved and saluted the trio she and Angel had lost track of. "Sorry, the vortexes were failed."
"And what was all the -cough- nonsense you were on about?" Angel coughed as she followed Trinity. She mouthed 'loony' and pointed to Trinity, who did not notice.
Highlander Fox of ... on Nov 3, 2013 wrote:
OOC: As the writer, none taken, but as Lizzy... not so much.
"Unlike most other pirates, for the record, I didn't make the idiotic mistake of allowing myself to be imprisoned by the clockworks." Alex fired this to Warwick, though Lizzy took the insult personally, breathing in sharply and biting her lip.
She's just a little flustered. The other voice in her mind assured, Alex is stressed, don't blame her for what she says.
This may be true, Lizzy replied in her own voice, but that remark hit just a little bit too close to home.
Lizzy nearly leaped right out of her boots when Trinity came crashing in, announcing to the entire Spiral that she had found the humans... as if she wasn't human. Lizzy shook her head, a confused expression on her face along with a hurt one, though she ignored her own emotions and stood up, greeted the pair of friends, then spoke, taking control of the situation as best as she could.
She took out the white windstone. "The windstone was almost completely whole, laying on a rock just outside." Without looking up, Lizzy pointed with her weak-looking left arm in the direction of where she had found the windstone. "I used the piece that Connor had given me from back in Skull Island and fit it into the other pieces, and now it has its full magical properties." She paused, letting her words sink in and allowing the others to ponder this for a moment. "It leads to Wintertusk, I'm sure of it. I don't know why, but Sean and Connor are going there, and we should follow them to make sure that they don't hurt any of the locals or wildlife there." Lizzy turned to Warwick and Alex. "We should leave as soon as possible," she turned back to Angel and Trinity, "and we could use all of the help that we could get. Would you help us, Trinity? Angel?"
Look at you, said the other voice, you're turning into a real leader.
I'm not a leader, Lizzy insisted, I'm just another part of the team, nothing more.
If you say so. You're nothing less, either, and don't let yourself forget that.
Lizzy's eyelids suddenly felt really heavy. It had been a long day. "We should rest up, first, before we go. Our next little adventure could be rather... exciting, to put it nicely." She glanced back up to Trinity and Angel after examining the windstone. "Will you join us?"
OOC: Alex is sort of lying through her teeth right now, actually. Albeit the fact that she is not a target of the Armada, she's had various encounters with them and she's scared out of her mind about them. And about that one thing... She's sort of jealous about the relationship Lizzy and Warwick seem to have, as she feels ignored and disliked.
Alex shifted her position at Lizzy's hurt expression, seeming to be a conflict between reasoning the positive side of the alchemist's own harsh words and the negative side of it. She grimaced a little, violet eyes flaring in the coalescent product of despair, anger, and regret- envy. Two voices of her own resonated within her mind, and neither seemed all too positive. A skirmish between herself, anger, and what's right. Despite Lizzy attempting to change the subject, Alex couldn't release the thought from her mind- she hurt her.
You're the only idiot here, Alex, one voice challenged, a venomous and hollow one, yet it was resonant in her mind. You hurt her. No wonder she likes Warwick more.
Now now, the other voice, more angelic and ginger, bitter sweetly ordered. You're just angry. Pacify that a little bit, and apologize. You did her wrong, and you owe her at the very least an apology.
But Lizzy did indeed ditch you for the grumpy whatever-class-he-is. You do have a right to be mad!
She doesn't. Let Alex resolve this-
Let her get vengeance!
Revenge.
The words blurred together, and the alchemist felt a bead of glassy liquid forming at the corner of her eyelid- a tear. She blinked to rid herself of it. She had hurt Lizzy's feelings, obviously, but Lizzy and Warwick had left her behind in a place she didn't recognize. Alex grimaced again- what was she supposed to do?
"Well heck yea!" Trinity, ignoring Alex's silence, roared in an overly exclamatory way. "Exciting is fun! And fun is... Well... Fun!" The white haired, non-human's teal eyes glimmered with excitement and a sense of confusion as well. She shrugged sheepishly before turning to Angel with a played adorable glance, her turquoise eyes pleading for the privateer to agree.
"...Fine." Angel moaned, obviously quite aggravated with Trinity. Of course, if she had denied Trinity's 'please face', it would be reduced to the 'incinerating strategy'.
(Hey Lizzy, I'm sure I've said so before, but Trinity is anything BUT human, and it's no secret. XD)
"I never allowed myself to be captured by the foolish Armada!" Warwick growled, "I was pulled from my own ship, letting my first mate run free." Warwick's face turned from one of anger to self-centeredness, "And on that note, I escaped. Furthermore, I --" Warwick cringed at Trinity's exclamation, heart speeding suddenly. He changed his focus to the excitement surrounding the entrance.
"Yes, rest does sound like a good idea," Warwick said, reaching into one of his drawstrings for coins, "I can probably pay the fare for tonight. Sound like a plan?" Warwick put the bag on the table, taking a sum for himself, "Divide this however you like; I'll get a head start on the sleep." Saluting to the pirates, Warwick paid his way into a room and settled down, hanging his helmet on a peg and laying the armor on the floor. Underneath, he still looked like a day-to-day Marleybonian. He laughed a little, then crashing on the threadbare mattress in the center of the room, asleep within the minute.
DS Devereaux on Nov 5, 2013 wrote:
OOC to Emma: You seem to describe Angel and Trinity in such a way that they seem human (a little crazy, yes, but human all the same as far as appearance goes), and it's because of this that my characters think that Trinity is a little... eh... delusional, and that Angel is humoring her. They do seem to have a different kind of magic, but my characters (based off of how you describe your characters appearance) don't believe that Trinity or Angel is an alien. XD Trinity's going to have to do a little more than call Warwick, Alex, and Lizzy 'humans' to prove that she's not, at least in Lizzy's mind. By the way, superb job in describing Alex's emotions. That was so real, I could feel all of her emotions as well and I felt absolutely awful for Alex, a desired effect when a character is going through some inner conflict. Excellent job, Emma!
Lizzy flinched from Warwick's sudden outburst. She wished she could calm him down in some way, but before she could, Trinity came in. Lizzy then made her request for help from the two of them, curious by Alex's silence but deciding not to divulge in it.
She stared at the bag of coins on the table, lost in the wild sea of her own thoughts. Lizzy gently declined Warwick's offer of pay for the night, and instead trudged to the door, the white windstone still in her hand. She turned around and politely nodded to the three girls still standing there. "Goodnight, guys. Sleep well." Lizzy walked out the door and into the crisp night air.
Night had fallen, and Grizzleheim was every bit as beautiful as it had been in broad daylight. The clouds above dragged by lazily, throwing the world into shadow and light whenever it passed by the moon, completely oblivious to the problems that the creatures below had to deal with. The river nearby seemed to cast a wonderful blue glow, illuminating the things inside and lighting the path for those walking by. Lizzy walked at the edge of the riverbank, carefully picking up and placing her feet on the damp black stones so as not to lose her footing. Fish swam by, every bit as oblivious as the clouds above, and Lizzy gazed at it all, her thoughts leaving her mind as if they were washing away down the stream.
Lizzy leaped onto a nearby tree and quickly scrambled up it with practiced movements, quickly coming to rest on one of the highest branches, one that could support her weight but none others, something that she had taken care to do in case a stray wolf or grendle witchdoctor decided that she looked like a tasty morsel... she shivered at the thought.
She rested her hands under her head and crossed her legs after she had laid down, and Lizzy stared at the moon, unable to sleep. So many things kept her up it seemed like she wouldn't be able to sleep at all for the night -- thinking about her friends, the newcomers, Connor, Sean, the wolf... spiders... and the fear of nightmares. Lizzy knew she couldn't go to sleep without experiencing a nightmare, thus she laid awake the entire night.
Morning struck Warwick like a staffy weapon to the side. He rolled over, blinking sleep away as he stood and got back into his armor. Doesn't hurt to be protected, he figured, walking through the quiet morning tavern and slipping into the open. The air was crisp and cool, making way for some comfort in the captain as he approached a raging cascade falling into the air itself. He knelt at the cliff, watching the water in marvel. As a skybound wind from the east blew Warwick's hair forward, he stood, raising his arms.
"They call them...Sun Stretches, I believe," Warwick's general summarized, "Learned of their teachings somewhere around Mooshu. Me," and they both had to chuckle at this, "My arms are just too short for that sort of thing. I'm meant to fence."
As Warwick raised himself into a hand-stand of sorts, he remembered how soothing the stretches looked to be, according to the general. He dropped, stretching his legs, and then his arms. He never thought something so quiet could be so relaxing, next to sleep. Returning to sit with his legs dangling over the edge, Warwick was too marveled by the water to hear the paw-steps of a wolf.
OOC: Going to backtrack a little...
Dawn was approaching, and Lizzy turned to see the horizon turn pink. She stood up and stretched her arms, shook the tiredness out of her legs, then she dropped from one of the highest branches of the tree. Lizzy caught the branches below with her hands and arms and scrambled down the tree as easily as if they were vertical monkey bars. She back-flipped when she let go of the final branch and landed on the ground, arms raised and an expression of pleasure on her face, hardly breathing heavily at all.
Ahead of her was the bridge connecting Northguard to Mirkholm Keep and Savarstaad Pass, and next to that was the usual spot of a fisherbear, Haareck SilverScale. Further to the left was a boulder taller than Lizzy, and she scrambled onto it, gazing down at the glowing blue water a good twenty-five feet below her. She looked upward slightly and gazed at the ground on the other side, and she crouched on the boulder, preparing to jump. She took in a deep breath, blew it out through her mouth, and leaped.
The girl almost flew over the gap, and just ahead of her was the ground that she was intent on landing upon. Lizzy leaned forward to land in a tuck-and-roll, and sprang back up after she had landed, getting her heart pumping and making her less fatigued. She took in a few deep breaths to calm herself down a little, then trudged down the pathway and to the docks, where the Golden Gryphon was still anchored. Lizzy faltered when she saw a boy with curly brown hair orchestrating some trumpet vines. She gawped and rubbed her eyes, but he was still there. The wizard boy looked upward from his sheets of music and gave her a cheery wave, then continued producing some wonderful sounds of Wintertusk.
She shook her head, waved back, then trudged down the docks and turned to the left to walk under the large waterfall. Lizzy sat down on top of a large mushroom that she deemed safe to eat, and munched on an early breakfast silently as she gazed at the waterfall.
Lizzy didn't know what made her look, why she felt the need to, but she turned her head and saw some large doors guarded by a bear clad in brown armor. Her memory sparked, and she saw a little girl, no more than six years old, giggle and throw herself into the magic-filled place, purely to have fun inside a maze. She had a great time and made it to both ends without getting lost or coming across unfriendly grendles, and since then that's been one of her favorite places of Grizzleheim.
Her thoughts were interrupted, though, when she saw boots swing down out of her peripheral vision, and she recognized them to be Warwick's boots. She stood up and trudged back up the incline to greet him, waved to the wizard boy again, but froze upon seeing a wolf creep up behind her friend.
"Warwick!!!" Lizzy yelled, knowing that she wouldn't be able to reach the two in time, but she sprinted as fast as she could all the same.
OOC: Then I'm doing my job well. Trinity is meant to appear like a human and remain in the usual bounds of one, but her personality outstretches in filaments to her crazy points. She is trying her best (not much) to behave like a human, but it's hard for her to deal with the DIRs and act like the same person all in one. She's battling her insecurity. Angel is there to clear up Trinity's odd behaviors. And Trinity has been given the disguise of an "average" human by her leaders. Angel is completely human, though. As for the thing with Alex, thank you. She can tell Lizzy likes Warwick much more than her, and it's tearing her apart, considering Lizzy is her only real friend.
Alex's emotional war continued to haunt her as she followed the group outside. The voices wouldn't stop- they couldn't come to an agreement at all, and she was lost in the two voices battling for victory within her tangled mind. Despite the other things happening in reality, Alex could barely focus. She strode somberly over to an area on the main island that was as far from the others as she decided to be, and she laid down close to the edge, as if willing herself to fall and be forgotten by Lizzy and Warwick. In liberation from the invisible restrictions back with the group, Alex finally felt comfortable in an action she'd been wanting to do since she came back- cry her heart out.
Angel came out the door in a polite manner, whilst Trinity took a ray gun and incinerated the door, walking out as if it were normal to. Angel glared at the white-haired alien in disguise, who sheepishly grinned in return. The privateer sighed wordlessly as she continued over for a good night's sleep. Trinity hesitated, however.
"Angel, can I sleep in alien mode? Please?" Trinity asked sharply and quietly. "I normally do and if everyone else is asleep they won't know!"
"But the Midgets you call your leaders said-"
"I don't care! I look just like a transparent, green hued cat with an unusual tail and big black alien eyes!"
"Fine! Now let me sleep!" Angel hissed as she laid down for sleep on the grass. Trinity sighed and pressed a button on her titanium bracelet- and a quick flash of light appeared over the girl. She shortened to about more than half her height, and her teal eyes enlarged to a bigger size, and the teal in her eyes was in a gradient of light teal to black from inside to outside. She looked much like a hairless cat, with a translucent color with green surrounding certain places like her tail, which was more like a tentacle. Oh, and lets not forgot her maniacal grin.
"Goodnight, humans." Trinity whispered as she curled up, hidden by the bushes.
OOC: This good enough, Lizzy? :P
Just Add Bacon on Nov 10, 2013 wrote:
(Sorry if my posts are short -- I've been working on my novel, lately, and my creative energy has been poured into it for the past few weeks.)
Warwick felt a sharp blow to the backs of his knees, and he fell to them, gasping for breath. He heard the raggedy panting of the wolf, now, as the sound created a moment of fear and foreboding in Warwick. He braced his shoulders, shrugging them to protect his head, as he heard the sound of metal.
"And you," the wolf sneered, "Warrior of the littering general, to his knees." Warwick cringed and felt for his weapons, only to realize that the wolf had nabbed them. Clasping his hands, he pulled retractable scales from inside the wrist-guards, locking them in place. His boots were steel-toed and probably held the greatest measure of hope for him.
"What do you want, wolf?" Warwick growled, arching his back. He had used the same trick in front of cat burglars, and they had responded in a way allowing an exit. The roar of the waterfall seemed louder, but the chill of the morning was dull, and the cackling of the birds became muted.
"Revenge, thief. I can smell the negligence towards your position." Warwick straightened his back before realizing what the wolf actually meant. He was on his knees in a foreign land, fighting for himself and betraying nearly every law presented to him. He wasn't a captain at all. Deep down in the many layers of his values, the ones protesting Marleybonian law and ethic had long since faded away, like a ghost haunting Warwick as he stole and fought for himself. He didn't turn, though, as he saw familiar tendrils of poisonous flowers wrap around him, the flowers themselves soon withering and blowing into the wind. A curse, Warwick realized as his vision quickly went dark.
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Warwick fought the poison for the few precious seconds of its action. He thrashed some on the mossy ground, kicking up dirt clods and invasive plants. As if particles were dropped into Warwick's vision one by one, the view of the sky greeted him, as did a back paw. Warwick, in one swift motion deflected it and stood up. His head was spinning, as was the ground around him, but Warwick glared at the wolf one last time before cringing in response to the poison, squeezing his eyes shut. The wolf disappeared in a bust of black fog. Warwick fell to his knees, tears making his scuffed cheeks sting. He crawled a few yards, then stood, trudging to the side of a building and leaning on it, rubbing his eyes.
Emma? Elizabeth? Are either of you still here?
Alex awoke to the alarming noises resonating from nearby. The alchemist had cried herself to sleep, and it took her a moment to recollect what had previously occurred. Panic overtook her senses the minute she looked up to find Warwick leaning against a nearby building, appearing to be seriously injured and roughed up, and the ebony residue of black fog lingered nearby, rolling over and penetrated by air like vapor over the surface of the earth. Alex quickly got to her feet and grabbed a healing potion from her belt- but she hesitated, with only a phantom of a clue why. Warwick took Lizzy from her. And now, he was dying. A bit of a smile curved at the corner of her lips, yet faded almost instantly. Her eyes widened at her own insensitivity. Moments later, the voices arguing within her mind returned- the bittersweet one that kept her such a shy doormat, and the venomous one with a case of bloodlust and not a care for injuries inflicted on other beings, human or not at all...
Teach him a lesson. Neglect his injuries and let the poison negatively influencing his health take over.
But that's not like you, Alex! Be kind and go and help! Wouldn't want to anger Lizzy, would we?
"Both of you, shut up!" Alex exclaimed, not realizing she had said the words within reality. She began to stride toward Warwick, an expression of partial remorse and half of sympathy on her face. Her casual saunter became a quick sprint toward the pirate, and she grabbed the healing potion once more. The alchemist bent over and pushed back the strands of hair having fallen in her face before handing the potion to Warwick. "This, coalesced with a few filaments of the silver-grass component I found over there, formed a potion that should absorb poisons and eventually remove it from your system entirely. Be glad I'm being kind to you," she said sternly.
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Warwick grasped the neck of the flask, his hands shaking. He downed the entire contents - somewhat minty in aftertaste with a hint of something unfamiliar - in a single gulp, shuddering and sliding down the wall so he was sitting. He took a few seconds to recuperate, hands clasped around the flask. He looked up.
"I am grateful," he coughed, standing slowly. He tried not to use Alex as a balance, feeling the loathing towards him somehow half-radiating through her stare. He scratched his head, feeling the dizziness quickly return. Something in him felt that he wouldn't be recovered for a little while. At this point, Northguard had woken up, villagers carting their wares back and forth, some calling them out premature to arrival. Warwick glanced in a puddle of collected water, rubbing dirt from his face and fixing his hair.
"I guess we should go back inside," Warwick said, "At least while trouble's afoot."
You've done the right thing, Alex, a new voice to the alchemist resonated. You're far too benevolent to allow another human being to die. Never listen to those two, they'll only ever corrupt you and your soul.
Alex nodded to the entity she could not see, residing in her compass of judgement, and stood. "It's advisable, if you ask me." The brunette shifted her position and headed inside, checking for certain that Warwick was following her. "I must warn however, silver-grass is a component that is difficult to manipulate. It will induce a particular lightheaded sensation, possible headaches, and you will probably feel sick to your stomach for a short period of time. Tea, chamoomile, Moolong, or a Wintertuskian coffee should relieve the latter two inflictions and should numb most pain. Take care in what you eat for the next two hours. Sorry to order you around, but it's what I can do."
The alchemist seated herself. The brunette was silent and a bit tense- was Warwick angry with her? He may have stated his gratitude, but it did not radiate. Maybe it was the lightheaded sense. Yes, that was it.
OOC: Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry it's been so long since I last posted, it wasn't right of me to leave without notice. I apologize for this, it's just, my life has been kind of busy in more than one way.
What's wrong with you, Lizzy? The wolf had attacked Warwick and poisoned him, Alex came and saved him, and then they went inside without her. So here she was, out in the crisp morning air by herself (not counting the curly-haired wizard, who was still playing Winterusk music), with her weapons drawn and ready to defend Warwick.
And yet all she had done to help was nothing -- she had only stood there with shock, letting bad things happen to her friend. There was nothing justified about what she did - or rather, didn't do -, though as soon as the wolf left, Lizzy snapped out of it and sprinted to Warwick again, only to have Alex beat her there.
Lizzy didn't need her aura vision to feel the negative emotions brewing inside of her Alchemist friend. They practically radiated from her, and the waves of negativity washed over Lizzy, upsetting her even further. And then all she could do was stand by idly while Alex healed Warwick with a potion.
I couldn't do that. Her own voice thought inside her mind, more than a hint of melancholy about it. At least Warwick's safe now. I'm glad Alex helped.
Are you, really? Are you sure you're not jealous?
Yes, I'm sure! The truth was, though, she wasn't sure. It had never occurred to her up until now that maybe she was hiding her own emotions from herself.
Think about it. When you're jealous, you act like your grateful for their abilities. Same goes for when you're shoved aside -- you shrug it off and be grateful about the things that people are doing for you. I'm not saying this is a bad way to be... but you can only keep your emotions bottled up like this for so long.
Lizzy couldn't deny any of this, and turned her back to Warwick and Alex to look at the waterfall. He was right, they should get inside, but Lizzy wasn't quite ready yet. She fixed Northguard to her memory, took in a deep breath of fresh air, then trudged in after them.
The effects of going inside were immediate. The fire from across the room felt like it would burn her skin to ashes, the air felt incredibly stuffy and restricted, which made Lizzy involuntarily gasp for breath, and the walls seemed to be closing in on her, her claustrophobia flaring up extremely. She pressed her hands into the walls and guided herself over to Warwick and Alex, thinking so inwardly right now that she didn't notice any of the sounds of the morning, as if all of it was just a faint background noise. She knew two things, though. Lizzy had only watched Warwick be attacked, and Alex hated her.
These two things sent her spiraling into self-induced sadness. Warwick could hate her now for not helping, and Alex still hated her. She buried her head in her hands and resisted the urge to cry. She had to be brave.
Why? Lizzy took out the clear windstone pendent and felt all of its intricate designs with her fingers, amazed by the simple beauty of it. This was her gift to her from Warwick, but she couldn't help feeling a recoiling sensation. His general had once held this very stone. Nothing could change this. But still... this was her ticket home when she needed it. Lizzy lifted the windstone up to her lips and softly kissed it, then neatly tucked the pendent back into her light armor and out of view. She rested her elbows on the table with the palms of her hands resting against her forehead.
Clatter-clang! Lizzy flinched so badly that she nearly fell out of her chair with her weapons in hand, and she blushed fiercely when she realized that the sound was only a pan that a cooking bear had accidentally dropped. She sheathed her weapons and leaned onto the table, hunched-over. The background noise of Northguard had faded into a pulsing drum that was ready to split her eardrums, it seemed. She covered her ears with her hands, but then immediately took them off so as to know if danger was approaching.
Lizzy turned and gazed out of the window to where the wolf had attacked Warwick. Where she had abandoned him. In her mind's eye, she replayed the events, wincing each time Warwick was struck. She gasped and flinched back to reality when it felt like the wolf had used Warwick's Tiger Claws to strike her in the back, and she arched her back sharply, jerking to turn and look behind her. It was only her imagination.
Pathetic. Spat that harsh voice in her mind.
I don't care! Lizzy mentally shouted back, unable to take it anymore. You don't tell me what to do! You don't have any power over me! Now just SHUT! UP! I'll flinch as much as I want. I'll pretend as much as I want. Because you don't have any power of me, you never will. So leave me alone. Lizzy did something that she hadn't done in years. She dug her hands deep inside the small magical pouch at her waist and searched for a small wooden branch, green leaves sticking out of it at ends. She felt what she was looking for and pulled it out and into the open, where the morning sunlight revealed what it was.
My old wand. She thought fondly, stroking the swirls in the branch. Maybe it's time I gave life magic another try. Be a theurgist for a little while. It'll definitely be of more use to Alex and Warwick than me being a swashbuckler has... Lizzy pulled her legs into a criss-cross positing and rested her hands in her lap, her fingers woven around the wand in such a way that it stuck straight up. She mentally blocked out all of the noises of Northguard and thought only to herself, ignoring the radiation from Alex, ignoring Warwick -- letting them and her reality go for a moment. She managed to calm herself down after a few minutes of deep breathing, then opened her eyes with a faint smile. "What's for breakfast?" She asked, inwardly shielding herself for what ever harsh words would come to her from Alex or Warwick.


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Xi meets Spanish king to cement friendship, enhance cooperation
Updated: Nov 28,2018 6:16 PM Xinhua
President Xi Jinping and his wife Peng Liyuan pose for a photo with Spain's King Felipe VI and Queen Letizia in Madrid, Spain, Nov 27, 2018. [Photo/Xinhua]
MADRID — President Xi Jinping met with Spanish King Felipe VI in Madrid on Nov 28 to cement friendship and strengthen cooperation between the two countries.
This state visit is the first of its kind to Europe since his re-election as Chinese president in March and also the first leg of his Europe and Latin America trip, Xi said, expressing hope that the visit will consolidate friendship, uplift cooperation and ensure long-term stability of bilateral ties.
Xi arrived in Madrid in the afternoon, which kicked off his three-day visit to Spain at the invitation of King Felipe VI. During his nine-day tour to Europe and Latin America, Xi will also pay state visits to Argentina, Panama and Portugal and attend the Group of 20 summit in the Argentine capital, Buenos Aires.
At the meeting held at Zarzuela Palace, Xi said since the two countries established a comprehensive strategic partnership in 2005, China and Spain have been improving the bilateral ties, strengthening political mutual trust, expanding cooperation and maintaining closer people-to-people exchanges.
"The Sino-Spanish ties are at the best period in history. I am fully confident in the future of the bilateral relationship," Xi said.
The Chinese president stressed that China stands ready to work with Spain to support each other on issues concerning each other's core interests and major concerns.
"The two sides should intensify cooperation in such areas as economy, trade, tourism, and third-party markets within the framework of the Belt and Road Initiative, so as to bring the Sino-Spanish comprehensive strategic partnership to a new high in the new era and better benefit the two peoples," Xi said.
China would like to see that Europe will continue to advance the integration process and hopes that Spain will keep playing a positive role in promoting the development of the comprehensive strategic partnership between China and the European Union (EU), Xi added.
For his part, King Felipe VI said this year marks the 45th anniversary of the establishment of diplomatic relations between the two countries and the 40th anniversary of the first visit to China by former King Juan Carlos I.
Spain values the friendly exchanges and cooperation with China, he said.
Since they forged diplomatic ties, the two countries have extended consistent respect and support for each other on issues concerning their core interests, he said.
With joint efforts, the two sides have witnessed progress in the development of the comprehensive strategic partnership, King Felipe VI said.
Spain is willing to maintain close contacts with China, enhance pragmatic cooperation, strengthen communication and coordination in multilateral affairs, and actively push for deeper EU-China relations, he added.

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Who doesn't enjoy curling up with a nice mystery that hosts the feeling for a traditional mystery? I really enjoyed that about the latest from Carolyn Hart, it wasn't about murder but truly about solving a mystery and helping a friend. I enjoyed reading this book while sipping lemon-mint iced tea. It was a soothing and yet vibrant, just like the mystery.
An accomplished master of mystery with 46 published books, Carolyn Hart is the creator of the highly acclaimed Henrie O,Death on Demand, and Bailey Ruth Raeburn series. Her books have won multiple Agatha, Anthony, and Macavity Awards. Letter from Home (2003), her standalone mystery set in Oklahoma, was nominated for the Pulitzer Prize. Her latest book is Dead by Midnight (William Morrow/HarperCollins, 2007). She is one of the founders of Sisters in Crime, an organization for women who write mysteries. She lives in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma.
When readers look to enjoy a good mystery, they should look know further than Carolyn Hart's mysteries. In the latest we are hunting a possible killer, and trying to keep a friend alive. Who is causing the mischief and grief? Will we all make to the end alive? Well, I did that is obvious but did all the characters?
This cover truly fits the story. I felt as though this book would be a great read on a beach or shore of the coast. Waves rolling in and the sea air crisp in your lungs. This book would be one to get swept up into.
For those that haven't read a book by Mrs. Hart before let me introduce her style to you. It is one of the main reasons I come back to her writing and this series ( I do love Annie dearly, though).
As a reader you begin with the cast of characters and it isn't your typical descriptions this time it hosted reasons for possible foul play by each person. Then I was given a timeline of suspicious events, it was so cool to see it in this format, and made me read the book in a different light. Finally, I love how Annie, her husband and friends approach the mystery, it was true old style sleuthing that led them to solve the crime.
This was just the mystery I needed to wind down a long month. It was reminiscence of a by gone style of mystery. Where the sleuthing felt like searching for the clues and suspects and the crimes were much more realistic. I think that is part of my love for this book, I felt like a gumshoe working the case. Though more modern setting, this book will make any mystery reader smile with the style and class of the writing.
Are you a Hart fan? Not yet, what old school mysteries do you enjoy?
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I have been collecting the Death on Demand and the Henrie O. books for about 20 years. I love visiting the island and Annie Darling's mystery bookstore. It always makes me wish I owned one like it. I would love to have a copy of this new book.
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Rep. Debbie Wasserman Schultz of Florida will become the chairwoman of the Democratic National Committee.
Wednesday's intriguing people
Rep. Debbie Wasserman Schultz
The Florida congresswoman will be named chairwoman of the Democratic National Committee, replacing Tim Kaine, who is running for the Senate from Virginia. Two women have previously been the chairs of the DNC: Jean Westwood in 1972 and Debra DeLee in 1994 and 1995. Debbie Wasserman Schultz has risen in the ranks of the Democratic Party since she took office in 2005. The congresswoman is a breast cancer survivor and the mother of three children. Many Americans may recognize her as one of the friends present at the hospital when Rep. Gabrielle Giffords first opened her eyes after being shot in January.
Rep. Curt Weldon
The former Pennsylvania congressman has arrived in Libya to meet with Moammar Gadhafi. Weldon wrote in a New York Times op-ed piece, "I've met him enough times to know that it will be very hard to simply bomb him into submission." Weldon wrote that he's going on the invitation of Gadhafi's chief of staff and called for an immediate U.N.-monitored cease-fire, "with the Libyan army withdrawing from contested cities and rebel forces ending attempts to advance."
Roxy Kurze
The Warren, Michigan, native found a kidney donor for her husband on Facebook. Though an infrequent user of the popular social networking site, Kurze wrote a post lamenting her husband's deteriorating condition, according to the Detroit News. She wrote, "I wish a kidney would fall out the sky," and "If someone knows a living type O donor, let me know." Not long after, Ricky Cisco replied, offering up his kidney.
Cliff Forrest
The 10-year-old from Pittsburgh gave the Super Bowl ring he bought with his college savings for $8,500 back to retired Chicago Bears player William "The Refrigerator" Perry. Perry had to sell the ring several years ago after being diagnosed with an autoimmune disease and falling on hard times. Forrest wanted to buy the ring and give it back to Perry, and the avid sports memorabilia collector told ESPN on Monday, "When I Googled Mr. Perry after I got the ring, I saw he had the disease and went through rough times. And I thought he needed it more than I did."
Post by: CNN's Jackie Castillo, CNN's Kay Jones, CNN's Sarah Baker, CNN's Sarah Edwards
Filed under: Debbie Wasserman Schultz • Democratic Party • Gabrielle Giffords • Most Intriguing People • Politics
How fascinating to learn the intricacies of relationships between those who post here.
Intrigues and manipulation are legion.
It reminds me of THE FIGURE IN THE CARPET by Henry James.
booogs
Reminds me i forgot to wipe again
banasy
I'll admit it. I'm intrigued.
Hi, banasy. Still at work till about 8:00 PM.
Just caught lunch.
No comment on ten-year-old Cliff Forrest's returning a Super Bowl ring to the player who earned it?
Sometimes ten-year-old guys are much wiser than adults.
Cliff Forrest's life will always be much better because he did that.
leeintulsa
I hope someone else gives him the money back.. Don't know that trading college for putting a spring in Perry's step was *that* wise...
Hi, Joey. And I agree. You put it more eloquently than I ever could!
Thank you, banasy!
That means about ten tons coming from somebody who could could write that rods/basement/husband twist to my post.
Still at work: on a (legal) coffee-and break.


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After Freedom, Then What? What Those Escaping Slavery Found in Boston
Jacqueline Jones on the Economic Struggles of the Formerly Enslaved
By Jacqueline Jones
One day in mid-March, 1856, an enslaved woman named Rebecca Robinson Jones and her three daughters, ages six to nine, stepped off a Norfolk, Virginia, dock and onto the deck of a schooner captained by Alfred Fountain. Unlike many other fugitives, the twenty-eight-year-old mother wore no disguise, and she boldly ushered the children onto the boat with her. Later, William Still, an Underground Railroad conductor in Philadelphia, remembered that she "firmly resolved to be the slave of no master, nor to allow her three interesting children to grow up in slavery."
Jones's decision to rely on Captain Fountain carried its own risks; he was well known to Norfolk authorities as a committed abolitionist who had transported many runaways to freedom in the North. The November before, he had bluffed his way out of a tough spot with the Norfolk mayor, who, together with a "posse of officers," had boarded Fountain's vessel in search of stowaways.
In a show of bravado, the captain seized an axe and vigorously began to chop a hole in his own deck, a ploy to convince the startled onlookers that no one was secreted below. Satisfied, the mayor and his entourage departed the ship, and Fountain sailed off, with twenty-one men and women hidden underneath a cargo of wheat stowed in the hold.
The quest for freedom was a serious business, with cash changing hands several times over.
William Still considered Jones an uncommonly courageous woman—"a true-born heroine"—and, tellingly, once in Boston she kept her name and found a job right away. Back in Norfolk, her owner offered a $150 reward for her and her daughters. Yet it took a great deal more than raw courage to escape by water from the Virginia Peninsula; it took money. The quest for freedom was a serious business, with cash changing hands several times over. Jones had used the services of Norfolk's mysterious Dr. Harry Lundy, sometimes identified as a doctor and sometimes as a dentist. An illiterate free person of color, Lundy employed a scribe who took care of his correspondence and forged papers.
The routine charge per clandestine passenger was $25 (about $800 in today's money); most of those who availed themselves of Lundy's services were men who had hired themselves out or otherwise earned enough to afford passage. Lundy kept some of the fee and paid his helper, and Captain Fountain received a share as well. On board, members of the crew might demand an additional fee (a bribe), pushing the price of liberty even higher. Still, Lundy was a miracle-worker for those determined to journey to Boston and for those Bostonians who wanted to bring loved ones north.
Once safely in the Bay State, Rebecca had probably relied on help from Mark DeMortie, a shoemaker and one of Lundy's former employees, who had settled in Boston four years before the siblings' arrival. Born in Norfolk in 1829 to Haitian Francophone parents (it is unclear whether he was born enslaved or free), DeMortie had worked for Lundy for several years, probably beginning in 1848, and took credit for helping twenty-two people reach freedom.
He traveled to Boston and back with some regularity, consulting with fugitive assistants about the financing of upcoming rescues. Sometime in 1851 or 1852, the young man wrote a letter on behalf of an enslaved woman who was hoping to join her brother in Boston; but, as he later recalled, the letter was "intercepted by her so called master, and I had to resort to the same means to make my own escape as I had sent the poor slaves."
Virginia-born Peter Randolph was also able to supplement his income by boarding runaways, though it is uncertain whether he and Amelia lost or made money or broke even in the process. In January 1854 the BVC paid Randolph $51 to hide three men, who eventually made their way to Canada. In fact, the business of assisting fugitives proved to be a lively and varied enterprise. Lewis Hayden got paid for distributing handbills warning of slave-catchers and for boarding fugitives, and he was reimbursed for covering funerals of children who died, as well as for the carriage fare he paid for fugitives to go on to points north and west.
Other assistants were paid for clothing, food, and fuel they provided for people on the run. Antislavery ship captains received compensation as well: Austin Bearse, for example, for monitoring incoming ships in Boston Harbor, and Alfred Fountain for transporting enslaved people from the South to New York City or Boston (up to $100 per passenger). Fugitive assistance was both a moral calling and a business, though a business that provided very few with a full-time livelihood.
Samuel May Jr. and other white abolitionists scrutinized fugitives and recent southern migrants and assessed their willingness to work in Boston; yet these whites rarely factored into their "experiment" the trauma suffered by men and women who fled from slavery and made their way north. To expect the refugees to find a job immediately upon arriving in Boston was to ignore the tremendous emotional and physical residues of slavery and flight itself.
The passage between slavery and freedom was an ordeal from which many might never fully recover.
Many fugitives made the decision to escape after they had endured some sort of horrific physical or emotional abuse or the threat of it. In recounting their last days in slavery, they described vicious beatings, floggings, and shootings, the fear that they or family members were about to be sold, or the reality of such separations. A goodly number started out on a surreptitious journey only to be caught and dragged back to their owners, slaveholders who had no compunction about maiming, selling, or even killing those captured that they might serve as examples to others.
Even for successful runaways, the journey north, by sea or land, held its own terrors. Once aboard ship, most fugitives had to remain hidden. Squeezed into the hold during what could turn out to be a weeks-long voyage, sweltering or freezing, depending on the weather; concealed somewhere in or among the ship's cargo, whether on top of a pile of logs or in a hole cut in a bale of cotton; immobilized next to a steamer's boiler, where the heat and coal dust were almost unbearable, many runaways arrived at the Boston docks wounded, physically ill, and shaken to the core.
One woman stowaway who kept her child in her arms for seven straight days, relying on the ship's cook to feed them both, disembarked nearly paralyzed. For seventy-five days Clarissa Davis hid in a "miserable coop" in Portsmouth, Virginia, hoping for a rainstorm that would reduce visibility and also the number of people on the docks, which might give her a chance to sneak aboard a steamship in the harbor. She reached Massachusetts safely after traveling in a wooden box on board the packet City of Richmond. Those who traveled by foot suffered from hunger, frostbitten feet, and exhaustion, not to mention the constant fear they would be discovered. Some dared to earn money along the way, working for a farmer in his fields or for a ship's engineer in the fire room, always looking over their shoulder.
In his flight from rural Maryland, Frederick Douglass disguised himself as a seaman and traveled by foot, train, ferry, steamboat, and stagecoach—seven legs in all, before reaching New Bedford. The passage between slavery and freedom was an ordeal from which many might never fully recover.
Responding to the demands for payment from brokers, dock-workers, crew members, and captains—not all of them imbued with lofty abolitionist principles—some fugitives had to pay up to $100 for a safe escape, leaving them penniless when they finally arrived on free soil.
To expect the refugees to find a job immediately upon arriving in Boston was to ignore the tremendous emotional and physical residues of slavery and flight itself.
Unremitting toil was the hallmark of enslavement, and fugitives and migrants generally understood that wage earning represented the next and necessary step on the way to safety and independence in the North. Baltimore's William Howard noted, "I expected to work for a living, go where I would. I could not be stopped from working." In certain respects, the transition from dock work in Richmond to dock work in Boston was not a difficult one. The same could be said for the jobs of gardeners and porters.
However, fugitives skilled in plantation work—blacksmiths, coopers, carpenters—rarely found the same jobs in Boston. Nor did formerly enslaved hostlers, carriage drivers, or teamsters always secure employment working with horses. Upon his arrival in Boston, Peter Randolph, who had been a blacksmith, became a janitor and a tender.
An unknown number of fugitives filled the ranks of dock-workers and waiters in Boston. Harvey Parker, proprietor of his eponymous restaurant in a cellar on Court Square, offered his downtown clientele "breakfasts, dinners and suppers at all hours of the day and evening." Two waiters targeted by federal marshals soon after the passage of the Fugitive Slave Act were serving customers at Parker's. Formerly enslaved house servants might work at the elaborate banquets sponsored by fraternal groups and city authorities. The largest hotel dining rooms seated up to two hundred guests at a time and catered to tourists, who expected Black men to serve them their gin slings and mint juleps as well as their food.
The siblings Harriet and John S. Jacobs had to make a living while keeping an eye out for their owner or his agent. Abandoning the lecture circuit after canvassing upstate New York in the late 1840s, John moved to Rochester, where he worked on The North Star and opened his own oyster restaurant. When that venture failed, he and his sister went back to New York City, but before long he was on his way to the West Coast.
Meanwhile, Harriet spent her days anxiously scanning the newspapers to see which white southerners had taken up residence in local hotels. In June 1851 John was working in California, prospecting for gold but, according to Harriet, by October he "came out poorer than when he went in," despite moving from the mines to the "dry diggings," riverbeds of gravel. The end of 1852 found him once again in dire financial straits. He took off for Australia, where gold had been discovered the year before. William Cooper Nell wrote that he "hope[d] John will be lucky in Australia—how richly he deserves success."
Excerpted from No Right to an Honest Living: The Struggles of Boston's Black Workers in the Civil War Era by Jacqueline Jones. Copyright © 2023. Available from Basic Books, an imprint of Hachette Book Group, Inc.
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Jacqueline Jones is the Ellen C. Temple Professor of Women's History Emerita at the University of Texas at Austin and the past president of the American Historical Association. Winner of the Bancroft Prize for Labor of Love, Labor of Sorrow and a two-time finalist for the Pulitzer Prize, she lives in Concord, Massachusetts.
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Adriana Cuervo Appointed Inaugural Head of Archival Collections and Services at Rutgers–Newark
Adriana Cuervo has been appointed the inaugural head of Archival Collections and Services at Rutgers–Newark. The position includes oversight of the Institute of Jazz Studies and the Dana Archives.
New position brings unified leadership to Institute of Jazz Studies and Dana Archives at Rutgers University–Newark
Rutgers University Libraries are pleased to announce that Adriana Cuervo will become the inaugural head of Archival Collections and Services at Rutgers–Newark effective January 2, 2019.
In this position, Cuervo will be responsible for the day-to-day operations of the Institute of Jazz Studies—the largest and most comprehensive jazz research facility in the world, located in the John Cotton Dana Library—as well as the newly established Dana Archives, a collection of materials documenting the history of Rutgers–Newark as an anchor institution in its host city. In addition to having oversight of all archival personnel, Cuervo will identify opportunities for fund development and gift acquisitions and develop programming that heightens the visibility and use of these collections.
"I'm honored to have been appointed to this position," said Cuervo. "Our collections have long been a point of pride for Rutgers University, and I look forward to taking them to the next level—building on their strengths while ensuring that they are preserved and can be shared with as broad an audience as possible."
Cuervo currently serves as associate director of the Institute of Jazz Studies, a position which she has held since 2013. She is a member of the editorial board for The American Archivist—the peer-reviewed journal of the Society of American Archivists and the leading publication in the archives field—and has held different leadership positions in the Society of American Archivists, the Midwest Archives Conference, and the Music Library Association. She holds a master's degree in library and information science from the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign.
"Adriana's appointment will contribute to the sustained, effective, and efficient operations of the Newark-based archives," said Consuella Askew, director of Dana Library. "She brings a tremendous amount of creativity, passion, and expertise to her role, which I know will serve her well as she leverages our unique collections to engage local and global communities with the Rutgers–Newark story."


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Dubai Leaks: Tory peer forced to apologise over luxury apartments
Margot Gibbs
By Margot Gibbs
A Tory peer has apologised for failing to disclose properties he owned in Dubai.
Lord Sheikh's apology to the House of Lords' Conduct and Registrar came after Finance Uncovered found the property details in a leaked private database of real estate information in the Emirate.
Lord Sheikh, who has had a long relationship with the Emirate and travels there often, owned and rented out a total of three apartments in the Dubai Marina, one of which was co-owned with his wife, Lady Sheikh.
Annual rents for apartments in the Dubai Marina range from £10,000 to around £35,000 a year.
Under parliamentary rules, peers have to disclose ownership of all properties from which they earn more than £5,000 per year.
Following inquiries from Finance Uncovered, Lord Sheikh stated that the properties, which were bought in 2004 off-plan and completed in 2007, were sold in 2012-13.
READ: WELCOME TO THE 'BEVERLY HILLS OF DUBAI' – A POSTCODE FOR KLEPTOCRATS
The House of Lords has confirmed that Lord Sheikh wrote to the Lords' Conduct and Registrar apologising for the oversight.
He said he had not previously declared them because he thought overseas properties were not covered by the rules.
There is no suggestion he was deliberately trying to mislead the Parliamentary authorities and in fact in March 2014 he referred to them in a speech in the Lords.
"I frequently visit UAE frequently because I own properties in Dubai," he said then.
He has since reiterated to Finance Uncovered that he sold his properties in 2012 and 2013, and that he did not own any Dubai property in 2014.
He said: "I would like to emphasise that all the relevant taxes had been paid to HMRC in full."
In 2009 Lord Sheikh, 77, presented the keynote speech at the World Takaful Conference in Dubai. The World Takaful Conference is sponsored by the Dubai International Financial Center (DIFC), is a Dubai financial regulator.
It is currently led by Maktoum bin Mohammed Al Maktoum, Deputy ruler of Dubai.
Lord Sheikh was the vice-chair of the All-Party Parliamentary Group on the United Arab Emirates in 2016, after the properties were sold.
He was made a life peer in 2006 and has had a highly successful career in insurance.
* Editing by Ted Jeory and Nick Mathiason


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Myanmar declares martial law in Yangon townships after deadly day
Published : Mar 15, 2021 - 13:56 Updated : Mar 15, 2021 - 13:56
Anti-coup protesters display signs and shout slogan as they protest against the military coup in Mandalay, Myanmar. Myanmar's ruling junta has declared martial law in parts of the country's largest city as security forces killed more protesters in an increasingly lethal crackdown on resistance to last month's military coup. (AP-Yonhap)
YANGON (AFP) -- Myanmar's junta late Sunday imposed martial law in two densely populated Yangon townships after at least 18 protesters were killed in one of the deadliest days since the February 1 coup.
Sunday's violence brings the number of people killed in mass protests since the military wrenched civilian leader Aung San Suu Kyi from power to around 100, though activists and rights groups believe it could be higher.
The junta has repeatedly justified its power grab by alleging widespread electoral fraud in November's elections, which Suu Kyi's National League for Democracy (NLD) party won by a landslide.
State-run media announced late Sunday that Yangon's massive Hlaing Tharyar township and the neighbouring Shwepyitha township will be placed under martial law.
The vast and impoverished townships are known as factory hubs and home to garment factories.
The junta "gives administrative and judicial martial law power to the Yangon regional commander... to perform security, maintain the rule of law and tranquility more effectively," said an announcer on state-run TV.
Soldiers and police have in recent weeks been staging near-daily crackdowns against demonstrators calling for a return to democracy, using tear gas and firing rubber bullets and live rounds to quell anti-coup protests.
In Hlaing Tharyar township police and soldiers clashed violently, with protesters wielding sticks and knives and rushing for protection behind makeshift barricades.
Protesters using cut-out trash cans as shields managed to rescue some demonstrators wounded when the security forces opened fire, but a doctor said not all could be reached.
"I can confirm 15 have died," the doctor told AFP, adding that she had treated about 50 people and expects the death toll to climb.
The Assistance Association for Political Prisoners monitoring group -- which verifies arrests and fatalities since the coup -- gave a higher death toll.
Residents hiding at home heard gunshots continuously throughout the day, while military trucks were seen driving through the smoky streets.
The United Nations' envoy for Myanmar strongly condemned the bloodshed, stating that the international community, "including regional actors, must come together in solidarity with the people of Myanmar and their democratic aspirations."
Envoy Christine Schraner Burgener said in the statement that she had heard "heartbreaking accounts of killings, mistreatment of demonstrators and torture of prisoners" from contacts in Myanmar.
The ongoing brutality "severely undermines any prospects for peace and stability" in the country, she said.
Former colonial power Britain said it was "appalled" by the use of force "against innocent people."
A statement signed by British ambassador Dan Chugg called for an "immediate cessation" of violence and for the regime to return power to the elected civilian officials.
Hours before violence erupted in Hlaing Tharyar a police officer posted a TikTok video saying in a voiceover that security forces would be bringing heavy weaponry into the township.
"I will not have mercy on Hlaing Tharyar and they will fight back seriously too because there are all kinds of characters there," said the officer under the account @aungthuraphyo40.
"We should not have mercy on them."
The video, which was seen and verified by AFP fact checkers, was removed hours later.
State-run media said that five factories in the garment-producing township had been razed.
Among the burned buildings were Chinese-owned factories, Beijing's embassy in Myanmar said. It condemned actions of the "destroyers" in a statement posted on their official Facebook account.
The embassy "quickly urged local police to guarantee the security of Chinese businesses and personnel," it said.
The evening news in Yangon confirmed a death in Tamwe township, saying that security forces opened fire when hundreds of protesters tried to torch a police station.
Elsewhere a man was shot dead in northern Hpakant city, and a woman was killed from a headshot in Mandalay.
Despite the bloodshed anti-coup movement members remain defiant.
"I've seen the fallen heroes give their lives," said 21-year-old Ma Khine Lay, admitting she was afraid even as she rebuilt barricades out of bricks and bamboo poles in a Yangon township.
"I will fight until the end."
Unrest in Myanmar bears similarities to Gwangju Uprising in 1980
Social affairs11 Mar, 2021
Myanmar junta spurns UN appeal, kills more protesters
World News11 Mar, 2021


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Q: Passing a return value from one array to another array The code below displays individual words from an array when a user clicks the button. I want the previous words to display so I am pushing to a new array. What I would like to do is pass the return value from my_array.randsplice() to a second array so I can display the contents of the second array at the same index position.  What I am trying (unsuccessfully) to do is show a word from one array and the definition of the word from the second array but I cant figure it out. Do I need two arrays to do this or is is possible to splice a multi-dimensional array that contains both sets of data? Any help is appreciated.
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<meta charset="UTF-8">
<title>Word List</title>

Title Here

            <button onclick="getWord()">Get Word</button>

Word List:

A: I think what you are looking for is an array of objects.

var dictionary = [
{word: "Apple", meaning: "A red fruit"}, {word: "Bat", meaning: "A nocturnal bird"}
];

You can then access the word like so:
dictionary[0].word    // "Apple"

And the meaning like this:
dictionary[0].meaning    // "A red fruit"

All you need to do to get a "random" word from the dictionary is to replace "0" with the random index. Hope this is clear!
var ri = Math.floor(Math.random()*dictionary.length);
dictionary[ri].word    // Gives a random word
dictionary[ri].meaning    // Gives that random words meaning
function getWord() {
var ri = Math.floor(Math.random()*dictionary.length);
document.getElementById('word_list').innerHTML = dictionary[ri].word + ":" + dictionary[ri].meaning;
dictionary.splice(ri, 1);
}

A: This answer features an object with words as key and a meaning. Additionally, the Array.prototype.randomSplice returns undefined if the array is empty, for later use as in the answer.

Array.prototype.randomSplice = function () {
    return this.length && this.splice(Math.random() * this.length | 0, 1) || undefined;
}

var wordList = [],
    data = {
        Apple: 'An apple a day',
        Bat: 'Out of hell',
        Car: 'So dirty',
        Dog: 'The best friend',
        Elephant: 'Remember the life'
    },
    words = Object.keys(data);

function getWord() {
    var word = words.randomSplice();
    if (word) {
        wordList.push(word);
        document.getElementById('word').innerHTML = word;
        document.getElementById('wordMeaning').innerHTML = data[word];
        document.getElementById('wordList').innerHTML = wordList.join(', ');
    }
}
<button onclick="getWord();">Get Word</button>

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While I sing, let me by faith behold the glory of God in Christ, and be filled with reverential awe of his power and grace. And while I adore his perfections, admire and praise his excellencies, let Jerusalem come into my mind; and let me apprehend the promise, and pour forth a prayer for the remnant which is left.


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Join photographer and writer Sal Taylor Kydd in the inspired setting of Santa Fe to explore your personal narrative through the lens of memory and personal symbolism. Sal offers evocative writing exercises that prompt you to uncover the deeper impulses behind your work and further examine them through allegory, myth, and metaphor. Her use of photographic cues encourages you to explore connections to the land and the natural world in Northern New Mexico to expand your own personal narratives.
Using the tools you have as photographers along with your imaginations, Sal and the participants work together to transform what we see into a lyrical and transcendental image. As poets use the language of metaphor and allegory, you learn to recognize motifs in your own work to create images rich in symbolism.
Our mornings are spent in the classroom discussing the motivations and threads that run through your work, as well as the personal vision you want to create – with a view to developing your portfolio. Afternoons are spent with Sal creating new images on location in and around magical Santa Fe.
Limited to only 10 participants, this workshop is designed for experienced photographers looking to a journey of exploration to discover the alchemical intersection of symbolism, myth, and personal history.
COVID-19 UPDATE: For all in-person workshops and trips in 2023, Santa Fe Workshops highly recommends that all participants, staff, and instructors attending be up to date with Covid vaccinations (per definition of the CDC). For international trips, local laws will apply, so it is important that you confirm you will be fully vaccinated according to the countries on your trip.
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Daily beverage service available. One group dinner included; all other meals are the responsibility of the participant.
Sal Taylor Kydd
Sal Taylor Kydd is a Maine-based photographic artist and writer who uses various photographic media in a personal narrative that explores themes around memory and belonging; combining her poetry with alternative processes of photography and object-making.
Sal's fine art photographs have been exhibited both domestically and internationally, including the UK, Barcelona, San Miguel De Allende, Portland, Boston, and Los Angeles; and she has been featured in numerous publications, including Shots Magazine, Don't Take Pictures, Lenscratch, Diffusion Annual, and The Hand.
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La Torre de Xóvar, a la comarca de l'Alt Palància, és una torre defensiva, potser part o fins i tot el total del castell de Xóvar, catalogada, per declaració genèrica com Bé d'Interès Cultural, segons consta a la Direcció General de Patrimoni Artístic de la Generalitat Valenciana, amb el codi identificatiu: 12.07.056-002, en no presentar anotació ministerial.

Es localitza aquesta torre defensiva al costat de la carretera d'Assuévar a Xóvar. L'estat en què es troba és pràcticament ruïnós. S'arriba a la torre per la part alta del poble, prenent el camí del calvari, a la zona més elevada, que és el lloc escollit pels musulmans per a la construcció del castell, que tenia forma de torre de vigilància. Situat molt a prop del Castell d'Assuévar, potser el de Xóvar consisteix en una sèrie de torres de vigilància i defensa del terreny per reforçar l'anterior.

Descripció
La història de Xóvar està molt relacionada amb la d'Azuébar, ja que els historiadors consideren que l'origen de la primera estigués en un conjunt de torres de vigilància i defensa que es construirien al voltant del Castell d'Assuévar, com a complement i reforç d'aquest.

Per això, i tenint en compte l'origen musulmà del castell d'Azuébar, podríem afirmar, amb un gran marge de seguretat, que la torre de Xóvar és d'origen musulmà també, igual que la resta de les construccions que posteriorment es van dur a terme en el mateix nucli poblacional que va sorgir al seu voltant, que van seguir la tradició morisca constructiva, tant en la tipologia dels carrers (estrets i irregulars), com en els seus edificis i la tècnica constructiva per realitzar-los (pedra seca, argamassa i tàpia).

Encara pot distingir la seva planta rectangular, quedant tan sols els fonaments i la base de la qual es podria considerar la torre de l'homenatge d'un castell ja desaparegut. està construït en maçoneria amb pedres irregulars.
Adossada a la torre es pot distingir una cisterna, de planta rectangular i amb volta.

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Monuments d'interés cultural de l'Alt Palància
Xovar
Xóvar

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