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Only a month old, decided I didn’t need it. In perfect condition. Kept in case and never left my desk. Original Boxes. Selling as a combo!!!
Would like to sell local in the DMV area. 20002 zip.
Apple - 12.9-Inch iPad Pro (Latest Model) with Wi-Fi - 256GB - Space Gray W/ Magic Keyboard - 950$ shipped or best offer.
Local price is 900$ or best offer!
2023.06.04 07:04 Working_Seaweed_5958 A White Savior
Moonwatcher padded down the halls alongside the other students as class ended. The previous class was Art, which was nice to do after learning more about the history of Pyrrhia.
It was different, being at Jade Mountain Academy. There were so many dragons, all with their thoughts and such that plagued her mind as she went past those dragons. It was such a migraine that it was a miracle she was still sane.
Her other clawmates were having fun adjusting. Kinkajou was bounding around, her scales a bright pink that hurt the NightWing’s eyes so much that she had to look away from them. Carnelian was grumbling most of the time, taking spots that were secluded or empty before the rest of the class got in.
From what Moon has seen, Qibli was trying to make friends with Winter, the SandWing not having the best of luck with the IceWing. Moon didn’t want to peek into their minds; she was having a hard time as it was, with all the noise that was going on. Umber was also trying to get attention, mainly Qibli, but it seemed for naught.
The only one that didn’t seem different was Turtle. The SeaWing was quite the enigma, perplexing Moon as she had no idea what he was thinking. He was quiet, like her, and usually sat alone without anyone around him. Several times, she had seen Kinkajou and Qibli try to coax him out, but that was for naught as well.
Still, as Moon walked through the halls and headed back to her small dorm, she felt the freezing presence of an IceWing. She didn’t turn, just walking, but she listened as best she could with her powers. It wasn’t good to use them; they were a curse, but she needed to know which IceWing it was.
That dragon was boring. Ugh, I shouldn’t be here. I should be training to fight the Queen, not be here with these lesser dragons. One more class then back to the stupid dorm. Those thoughts let the NightWing know which IceWing was talking: Icicle.
Winter’s sister, and not the pleasant dragon to run into.
Moon continued to walk, not wanting to run into the IceWing, as it seemed she was in a foul mood today. She passed the IceWing, not making eye contact with her as she didn’t want to incur the wrath of that foul mood. It didn’t seem like she took notice of her, as she passed by the NightWing without a look. Moon let out an internal sigh; she didn’t want to attract attention from a royal IceWing that hated her guts and other NightWings as well.
She went to History, the lesson being about the history of the SkyWings, which had peaked Carnelian’s attention. It seemed like that was what it took to get the SkyWing’s attention, which Moon heard from Qibli’s mind noting that little tidbit.
It seemed like it was going to be a more peaceful day despite the foul mood of the IceWings.
Still, Moon didn’t want to jinx it, as she had no idea what was going to happen. Especially afterward. Hopefully, it wasn’t going to be too bad with the assignments.
As all the dragons in the class got up, Moon had to stop for a second, a pained breath coming out of her mouth. It was barely noticeable, as she quickly got over it. She padded after the other students, and she felt the ache of several bones within her body.
What the NightWing didn’t know was that someone did notice…
Icicle didn’t know what to do. She returned to her cave after class, hoping to complete her assignments for the next day. Still, it was boring, listening to the teachers, but she was used to it. Being taught in the IceWing kingdom came with those many perks for this school. She didn’t like the happiness and being nice to everyone. It disgusted her to an extent.
And on top of that, learning with other tribes! The IceWing princess grumbled, unhappy that she was learning with SandWings (thieves!) and those cursed, lying NightWings! The very same dragons that had lied to the world about their powers! They deserve to die! Her thoughts said to Icicle.
She merely huffed as she read over the same assignment for the fifth time. Her clawmates were doing something else that the IceWing didn’t bother to think about. While her mind screamed at the different ways she could kill every dragon that was in the school, her thoughts went to the NightWing that was in her previous class.
She didn’t know why, but that NightWing was different from the others. She didn’t brag or stay with the others at lunch; instead, she stayed quiet, ate alone, and was overall, weird. Icicle didn’t understand her. Why is this NightWing different? She had thought at the time. She had seen the glances her shameful brother took at the NightWing and she could tell Winter was falling for her.
While it may have disgusted her before, it seemed to spark a different feeling within her. True, the NightWing was much prettier than the couple of other females that were currently there, and the way she had kept her eyes from looking at her, seemed much more comforting than what the other NightWings had done when they had bumped into her.
What they had done was try to stare back at her, hoping to gain ground against a superior IceWing with little effect. She had stared back, and the NightWings who dared to challenge her promptly ran away.
But not this NightWing. She never locked eyes with her in passing; instead, she walked by, keeping her head down, as if she wasn’t wanting to be seen. From what her brother had said during lunch, she rarely spoke to anyone, which was saying something.
Still, when she had just been leaving the classroom, she had heard the faintest wisp of a breath coming out, and she had briefly looked back, seeing the NightWing hesitant for a moment before leaving.
Now, she wasn’t a fan of NightWings, but the odd one was alright in her scroll. She wasn’t fully in the scroll; that would take some time to gain the IceWing princess’ trust to earn that much.
It was the breath that worried her.
She had wondered what had made her do so; unfortunately, she didn’t have the time to figure out what had caused it to happen. If she had to talk to any NightWing within the school, it would be that one. What is going on with me? Icicle wondered. She couldn’t figure it out. Was she….
Icicle heaved herself from her spot on the bed. She needed some fresh air. She stepped out of the cave, heading towards the entrance to sort her thoughts out before they tampered with her heart.
She didn’t need that in her life.
Not at the moment.
As she walked through the small entrance to the mountain, hoping to get some privacy and get a breath of that cold air from the outside and not the musty smell inside, she noticed that the very NightWing she had been thinking about…
Was sitting right on the ledge.
Icicle tensed for a moment, and the NightWing turned, her eyes wide, (that dazzling dark green), before she looked away just as quickly. She began to shuffle away from the ledge, starting to rise from sitting.
“You don’t have to,” Icicle said, feeling the words slip from her tongue before she could control them. Her heart beat faster; the IceWing princess had no idea why her heart was beating so fast just from those words.
The NightWing stopped, clearly unsure of what to say. Hesitantly, she sat back down, and Icicle sat beside her, looking up at the stars.
It was quiet for a few moments. Icicle could feel the tension that was in the air. She didn’t want to say those words, but they had come out regardless. Still, it had felt…different, to say those words in a non-threatening manner. Within the back of her mind, thoughts muttered: try to be friends; talk to her; sit with her; don’t be like the rest.
“The night is peaceful,” Icicle said, looking at the stars above. The NightWing only nodded, looking at those same stars as well. She didn’t say a word. Not one.
Icicle let out an internal sigh. Great. This is how I wanted this to go. She thought to herself.
“Imperial is out.”
“What?” Icicle asked, confused but delighted that the dragon beside her is now talking.
“The largest of the moons.” The NightWing pointed towards the moons, one of them overshadowing the other two. “She’s the eldest of the three. My mom told me stories about her and her two sisters.” The NightWing
Icicle looked to where she pointed, seeing that massive moon as well. She nodded. “That’s nice,” was her response.
It quickly became silent, and Icicle felt nervous for the first time in her life. She knew that what she was doing was not the IceWing way, but like all destiny, it would seem hers’ wouldn’t be the one her parents would make for her. But as she looked at the NightWing, she finally noticed that she was staring back.
Her dark green eyes glittered in the moonlight as if they were gems shining. Curiously, her head was lower than Icicle’s, having to gaze up to meet her eyes. Icicle then realized that she was showing who was the superior one between the two; showing respect to her.
Icicle’s cold heart felt warm from those eyes.
Icicle’s cold heart felt warm from those eyes. She didn’t know what she was feeling, but she felt curiosity fuel her heart for the dragon that was with her. She didn’t question this feeling; only to figure out what was going on.
Soon, she noticed that the NightWing was leaving, and Icicle quickly got up, coming beside the dragon. Her heart yearned for more interactions with this dragon. “We should do this again.” The NightWing nodded, and Icicle felt an internal smile come into her being.
The NightWing looked at her, that head still slightly lowered towards her, her eyes glittering with questions. Icicle thought that she could be lost in those eyes for so long, as they were dazzling to her.
Icicle walked back towards her cave but the next words that came out of the NightWing’s mouth stopped her.
“Moon.”
Icicle turned, looking at the NightWing with a tilt to the head. How did she know the question that was within her mind but yet she never spoke it?
“My name is Moon.”
Then she walked past her, heading into the mountain.
Icicle could only stay, watching those eyes disappear into the inky darkness.
It continued to be like that. The two would meet at night, slowly becoming friends throughout the while. Icicle could feel that Moon was still nervous around her, so she took steps to fix that. She stopped threatening her like the others do; started to talk with her more often. She knew that the other IceWings were confused as to why she was changing her ways, but she wanted to be friends with this strange NightWing.
Back in the Ice Kingdom, everyone was against you.
But here, there was none of that. So I have no reason to stay the same, she had thought to herself one day. I can make my own decisions.
The next night, Icicle was walking down the familiar halls toward the entrance. She and Moon were going to eat and watch the stars again. She had felt more at ease with her, and the IceWing could tell the same was going on with Moon. It was good progress if she had to say so. The NightWing was a lot more considerate of the IceWing, and she started to do the same as well.
Moon was going to find some goat and was waiting for Icicle to come to the same spot that they had been going to since the first night.
However, once she got to the ledge, she didn't see Moon anywhere. The IceWing became confused as to why Moon wasn't there. She was always there. Where is she? Icicle questioned in her mind. There has to be a reason she isn't here. Maybe she's still getting the food. Maybe…
Then, she looked down and there was a splash of red.
Icicle's eyes widened, her nostrils flaring. No.
She looked around, seeing more splats of blood heading toward the trees. Her heart beat faster and faster within her chest, so much that it felt like a drum.
Instantly, Icicle spread her wings, jumping from the ledge, following the trail of blood. She quickly got into the trees, continuing to follow the path. She got hit by a couple of branches, but she didn't care about that. Where are you? She questioned worryingly.
Icicle heard the sounds of a scuffle, the sounds of pained yelps coming from ahead.
She followed the sounds, coming to the edge of a clearing and seeing Moon pinned down. Several NightWings were around her, crowding her so much that she had no room to get out. The IceWing could barely see her body shaking, the scales peeking between gaps in the crowd. Icicle couldn't help but notice that her scales had blood on them, increasing her worry to a major degree.
They had bloodied claws, and Icicle felt anger fuel through her body. What did they do to her? She wondered with a worry that was unbefitting of an IceWing princess, but she wasn’t the same anymore. As she stayed hidden, she heard words being spoken against her new friend.
"Freak."
"Weirdo."
"Nobody."
"You aren't a NightWing."
"You will never be one of us."
"Maybe you should just die."
All those words made the IceWing's cold blood boil to the point that she almost saw red right then and there. But those last words completely made her act without a thought. She charged, roaring at the NightWings. They barely turned, their eyes widening before Icicle barreled into them. She smashed two out of the way, whipping her tail around as she hovered over Moon, her body protecting the downed dragon.
She spared a glance, seeing a couple of bloodied spots on the dragon, scales in those areas broken and cracked. More anger fueled within the IceWing. How dare they hurt her new friend! One that she took the time to earn the trust of; one that she felt at ease with; one who made her change to who she is now; the very same one that Icicle knew that her heart wanted to be with her.
Icicle's eyes narrowed, her breathing quickening. She could feel her heart beating so fast in her chest that she felt it might burst out of her. Icicle had no idea what to do, but she knew that she had to protect Moon. She had to stop these dragons. She had to.
And she did.
The IceWing roared again, charging straight into the throng of them. She whipped her body around, fighting off the NightWings that got too close, sending them flying backward. She felt the years of training come over her; she moved with the grace of all IceWings, slashing against the scales of all the NightWings, keeping them back. She fought with all the anger that was within her body, within her soul.
Soon, she was panting, her claws bloodied from all of her opponents. They all ran away, and Icicle vaguely noted one with a bruised snout. She looked at her claws; the pristine white scales coated with blood that it was hard to notice the scales. As she stared at the retreating NightWings, a cough made her break her concentration.
Moon… Icicle thought, turning and reaching her new friend. Icicle knelt beside Moon, taking in the damage that had been done to the NightWing. Several scales were bloodied, with scratches near them leaking blood. One of her wings was at a weird angle, and Icicle knew that the wing was dislocated. More scratches were around her chest, tainting the beautiful scales with imperfects. Icicle glanced at Moon’s snout, seeing bruises forming on her face.
With gentleness, she caressed Moon’s cheek, careful not to touch the bruises, causing the hurt dragon to look at her. The IceWing realized that Moon’s eyes were glistening with tears, and Icicle felt her heart tear apart. Those NightWings had hurt her friend and caused this; had caused this pain for her friend who didn’t deserve it.
She hugged Moon, making sure to be gentle with her, and without hesitation, Moon returned it. Icicle kept her claws on her back, moving them in a circular motion to comfort the NightWing. She felt tears fall on her shoulder and neck, hearing the strangled gasps of the dragon she was comforting.
“I-I couldn’t stop them,” Moon sniffled, crying. “I heard them b-but I-I…”
“Shh,” Icicle reassured Moon, hearing more of those tears wet her neck. “It’s okay. It’s okay.” She tried to be reassuring, but since she had no idea how to do so, she decided to keep hugging her.
“But it’s not! I h-heard those th-thoughts a-and I-I couldn’t d-do anything!” Moon cried, burying her head into Icicle’s neck. “I’m s-sorry! I’m so, s-so s-sorry!”
The IceWing’s mind immediately thought about her words. What did she… her thoughts began but trailed off as she realized what Moon was saying. What she had been missing this entire time.
She had powers.
Icicle glanced down at the NightWing, seeing a new light in the dragon. But instead of anger against her for this new revelation, Icicle felt sad for some reason.
Even though Moon had kept her powers hidden, Icicle began to notice that she had never used her powers for any gain. The other NightWings might’ve, but Moon had just wanted to stay hidden. From the sounds of her crying, she never wanted her powers. Whatever Moon was saying was lost to Icicle, as she finally began to connect the dots. Why Moon never used those powers; why she stayed quiet; never one for the crowds.
The reason why Moon chose to continue to meet with Icicle after that night.
She just wants to be like the rest of us, Icicle finished the puzzle with her thoughts. She’s like… me. She heard no more crying, and the IceWing looked down, seeing Moon’s eyes looking back at her. Those dark green met arctic blue, the two not hearing anything but each other’s breath. Icicle wanted to do something, anything that she was understanding why Moon was the way she was.
But she didn’t need to do anything.
Moon did it for her.
The NightWing placed her chest on Icicle’s, startling the IceWing, but Moon didn’t give up her grip. Icicle heard the thump-thump of not just her heart, but also Moon’s as well. Once again, she looked at Moon, questioning. Moon’s eyes softened, a low purr coming out of her throat. Her head was lowered to Icicle’s, and she recognized the respect gesture.
She nuzzled the top of Moon’s head, licking the bruises gently. Moon shivered, hugging herself closer to Icicle. Icicle closed her eyes, breathing deeply to slow her heart. Moon took a shaky breath, but soon it became slower. Slowly, both hearts slowed down, and they eventually synchronized.
Icicle opened her eyes, seeing Moon do the same. Her eyes trailed to that broken wing, and she knew that it would have to be fixed if she were to fly again. “Hey,” she said. “I got to fix your wing, okay?” she asked the last part, letting Moon know that she wasn’t going to hurt her. No matter what, Moon was still the new friend that she had made. And she wasn’t going to break that promise.
Moon let a shaky breath, nodding. Icicle put her claws on the wing, finding where the bone was supposed to be. She held out her tail, letting Moon grab onto it. “This is going to hurt, so get ready. I’m going to count to three.”
Moon closed her eyes briefly before opening them again, a steel resolution in her eyes. She nodded, gripping the IceWing’s tail with firmness.
“One, two, three!”
Icicle slammed her claws forward, pushing the bone back into place. Moon roared, clutching the IceWing princess’s tail tightly. Great Ice Dragon, she’s strong! Icicle thought. She hadn’t even thought of Moon’s strength. She looked small, but she never knew she was this strong! But soon, the deed was done and it was over.
Moon panted, still clutching Icicle’s tail. The IceWing looked at her, glad that the job was done. “Can you fly?” she asked.
Moon nodded, saying, “Yes. It hurts though.” She leaned on Icicle, walking with a limp to her back left leg.
“Let's get you to someone.” Icicle opened her wings, flying upward with Moon leaning on her. She had her wings open as well, though Icicle could tell that the NightWing was unsteady with her wingbeats. But she stayed by Moon’s side, even at the academy. As they landed on the ledge, no longer caring about the picnic, heading deeper into the mountain, straight to the infirmary.
All Icicle could think during this entire time was: I’m a white savior for Moon.
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It was different, being at Jade Mountain Academy. There were so many dragons, all with their thoughts and such that plagued her mind as she went past those dragons. It was such a migraine that it was a miracle she was still sane.
Her other clawmates were having fun adjusting. Kinkajou was bounding around, her scales a bright pink that hurt the NightWing’s eyes so much that she had to look away from them. Carnelian was grumbling most of the time, taking spots that were secluded or empty before the rest of the class got in.
From what Moon has seen, Qibli was trying to make friends with Winter, the SandWing not having the best of luck with the IceWing. Moon didn’t want to peek into their minds; she was having a hard time as it was, with all the noise that was going on. Umber was also trying to get attention, mainly Qibli, but it seemed for naught.
The only one that didn’t seem different was Turtle. The SeaWing was quite the enigma, perplexing Moon as she had no idea what he was thinking. He was quiet, like her, and usually sat alone without anyone around him. Several times, she had seen Kinkajou and Qibli try to coax him out, but that was for naught as well.
Still, as Moon walked through the halls and headed back to her small dorm, she felt the freezing presence of an IceWing. She didn’t turn, just walking, but she listened as best she could with her powers. It wasn’t good to use them; they were a curse, but she needed to know which IceWing it was.
That dragon was boring. Ugh, I shouldn’t be here. I should be training to fight the Queen, not be here with these lesser dragons. One more class then back to the stupid dorm. Those thoughts let the NightWing know which IceWing was talking: Icicle.
Winter’s sister, and not the pleasant dragon to run into.
Moon continued to walk, not wanting to run into the IceWing, as it seemed she was in a foul mood today. She passed the IceWing, not making eye contact with her as she didn’t want to incur the wrath of that foul mood. It didn’t seem like she took notice of her, as she passed by the NightWing without a look. Moon let out an internal sigh; she didn’t want to attract attention from a royal IceWing that hated her guts and other NightWings as well.
She went to History, the lesson being about the history of the SkyWings, which had peaked Carnelian’s attention. It seemed like that was what it took to get the SkyWing’s attention, which Moon heard from Qibli’s mind noting that little tidbit.
It seemed like it was going to be a more peaceful day despite the foul mood of the IceWings.
Still, Moon didn’t want to jinx it, as she had no idea what was going to happen. Especially afterward. Hopefully, it wasn’t going to be too bad with the assignments.
As all the dragons in the class got up, Moon had to stop for a second, a pained breath coming out of her mouth. It was barely noticeable, as she quickly got over it. She padded after the other students, and she felt the ache of several bones within her body.
What the NightWing didn’t know was that someone did notice…
Icicle didn’t know what to do. She returned to her cave after class, hoping to complete her assignments for the next day. Still, it was boring, listening to the teachers, but she was used to it. Being taught in the IceWing kingdom came with those many perks for this school. She didn’t like the happiness and being nice to everyone. It disgusted her to an extent.
And on top of that, learning with other tribes! The IceWing princess grumbled, unhappy that she was learning with SandWings (thieves!) and those cursed, lying NightWings! The very same dragons that had lied to the world about their powers! They deserve to die! Her thoughts said to Icicle.
She merely huffed as she read over the same assignment for the fifth time. Her clawmates were doing something else that the IceWing didn’t bother to think about. While her mind screamed at the different ways she could kill every dragon that was in the school, her thoughts went to the NightWing that was in her previous class.
She didn’t know why, but that NightWing was different from the others. She didn’t brag or stay with the others at lunch; instead, she stayed quiet, ate alone, and was overall, weird. Icicle didn’t understand her. Why is this NightWing different? She had thought at the time. She had seen the glances her shameful brother took at the NightWing and she could tell Winter was falling for her.
While it may have disgusted her before, it seemed to spark a different feeling within her. True, the NightWing was much prettier than the couple of other females that were currently there, and the way she had kept her eyes from looking at her, seemed much more comforting than what the other NightWings had done when they had bumped into her.
What they had done was try to stare back at her, hoping to gain ground against a superior IceWing with little effect. She had stared back, and the NightWings who dared to challenge her promptly ran away.
But not this NightWing. She never locked eyes with her in passing; instead, she walked by, keeping her head down, as if she wasn’t wanting to be seen. From what her brother had said during lunch, she rarely spoke to anyone, which was saying something.
Still, when she had just been leaving the classroom, she had heard the faintest wisp of a breath coming out, and she had briefly looked back, seeing the NightWing hesitant for a moment before leaving.
Now, she wasn’t a fan of NightWings, but the odd one was alright in her scroll. She wasn’t fully in the scroll; that would take some time to gain the IceWing princess’ trust to earn that much.
It was the breath that worried her.
She had wondered what had made her do so; unfortunately, she didn’t have the time to figure out what had caused it to happen. If she had to talk to any NightWing within the school, it would be that one. What is going on with me? Icicle wondered. She couldn’t figure it out. Was she….
Icicle heaved herself from her spot on the bed. She needed some fresh air. She stepped out of the cave, heading towards the entrance to sort her thoughts out before they tampered with her heart.
She didn’t need that in her life.
Not at the moment.
As she walked through the small entrance to the mountain, hoping to get some privacy and get a breath of that cold air from the outside and not the musty smell inside, she noticed that the very NightWing she had been thinking about…
Was sitting right on the ledge.
Icicle tensed for a moment, and the NightWing turned, her eyes wide, (that dazzling dark green), before she looked away just as quickly. She began to shuffle away from the ledge, starting to rise from sitting.
“You don’t have to,” Icicle said, feeling the words slip from her tongue before she could control them. Her heart beat faster; the IceWing princess had no idea why her heart was beating so fast just from those words.
The NightWing stopped, clearly unsure of what to say. Hesitantly, she sat back down, and Icicle sat beside her, looking up at the stars.
It was quiet for a few moments. Icicle could feel the tension that was in the air. She didn’t want to say those words, but they had come out regardless. Still, it had felt…different, to say those words in a non-threatening manner. Within the back of her mind, thoughts muttered: try to be friends; talk to her; sit with her; don’t be like the rest.
“The night is peaceful,” Icicle said, looking at the stars above. The NightWing only nodded, looking at those same stars as well. She didn’t say a word. Not one.
Icicle let out an internal sigh. Great. This is how I wanted this to go. She thought to herself.
“Imperial is out.”
“What?” Icicle asked, confused but delighted that the dragon beside her is now talking.
“The largest of the moons.” The NightWing pointed towards the moons, one of them overshadowing the other two. “She’s the eldest of the three. My mom told me stories about her and her two sisters.” The NightWing
Icicle looked to where she pointed, seeing that massive moon as well. She nodded. “That’s nice,” was her response.
It quickly became silent, and Icicle felt nervous for the first time in her life. She knew that what she was doing was not the IceWing way, but like all destiny, it would seem hers’ wouldn’t be the one her parents would make for her. But as she looked at the NightWing, she finally noticed that she was staring back.
Her dark green eyes glittered in the moonlight as if they were gems shining. Curiously, her head was lower than Icicle’s, having to gaze up to meet her eyes. Icicle then realized that she was showing who was the superior one between the two; showing respect to her.
Icicle’s cold heart felt warm from those eyes.
Icicle’s cold heart felt warm from those eyes. She didn’t know what she was feeling, but she felt curiosity fuel her heart for the dragon that was with her. She didn’t question this feeling; only to figure out what was going on.
Soon, she noticed that the NightWing was leaving, and Icicle quickly got up, coming beside the dragon. Her heart yearned for more interactions with this dragon. “We should do this again.” The NightWing nodded, and Icicle felt an internal smile come into her being.
The NightWing looked at her, that head still slightly lowered towards her, her eyes glittering with questions. Icicle thought that she could be lost in those eyes for so long, as they were dazzling to her.
Icicle walked back towards her cave but the next words that came out of the NightWing’s mouth stopped her.
“Moon.”
Icicle turned, looking at the NightWing with a tilt to the head. How did she know the question that was within her mind but yet she never spoke it?
“My name is Moon.”
Then she walked past her, heading into the mountain.
Icicle could only stay, watching those eyes disappear into the inky darkness.
It continued to be like that. The two would meet at night, slowly becoming friends throughout the while. Icicle could feel that Moon was still nervous around her, so she took steps to fix that. She stopped threatening her like the others do; started to talk with her more often. She knew that the other IceWings were confused as to why she was changing her ways, but she wanted to be friends with this strange NightWing.
Back in the Ice Kingdom, everyone was against you.
But here, there was none of that. So I have no reason to stay the same, she had thought to herself one day. I can make my own decisions.
The next night, Icicle was walking down the familiar halls toward the entrance. She and Moon were going to eat and watch the stars again. She had felt more at ease with her, and the IceWing could tell the same was going on with Moon. It was good progress if she had to say so. The NightWing was a lot more considerate of the IceWing, and she started to do the same as well.
Moon was going to find some goat and was waiting for Icicle to come to the same spot that they had been going to since the first night.
However, once she got to the ledge, she didn't see Moon anywhere. The IceWing became confused as to why Moon wasn't there. She was always there. Where is she? Icicle questioned in her mind. There has to be a reason she isn't here. Maybe she's still getting the food. Maybe…
Then, she looked down and there was a splash of red.
Icicle's eyes widened, her nostrils flaring. No.
She looked around, seeing more splats of blood heading toward the trees. Her heart beat faster and faster within her chest, so much that it felt like a drum.
Instantly, Icicle spread her wings, jumping from the ledge, following the trail of blood. She quickly got into the trees, continuing to follow the path. She got hit by a couple of branches, but she didn't care about that. Where are you? She questioned worryingly.
Icicle heard the sounds of a scuffle, the sounds of pained yelps coming from ahead.
She followed the sounds, coming to the edge of a clearing and seeing Moon pinned down. Several NightWings were around her, crowding her so much that she had no room to get out. The IceWing could barely see her body shaking, the scales peeking between gaps in the crowd. Icicle couldn't help but notice that her scales had blood on them, increasing her worry to a major degree.
They had bloodied claws, and Icicle felt anger fuel through her body. What did they do to her? She wondered with a worry that was unbefitting of an IceWing princess, but she wasn’t the same anymore. As she stayed hidden, she heard words being spoken against her new friend.
"Freak."
"Weirdo."
"Nobody."
"You aren't a NightWing."
"You will never be one of us."
"Maybe you should just die."
All those words made the IceWing's cold blood boil to the point that she almost saw red right then and there. But those last words completely made her act without a thought. She charged, roaring at the NightWings. They barely turned, their eyes widening before Icicle barreled into them. She smashed two out of the way, whipping her tail around as she hovered over Moon, her body protecting the downed dragon.
She spared a glance, seeing a couple of bloodied spots on the dragon, scales in those areas broken and cracked. More anger fueled within the IceWing. How dare they hurt her new friend! One that she took the time to earn the trust of; one that she felt at ease with; one who made her change to who she is now; the very same one that Icicle knew that her heart wanted to be with her.
Icicle's eyes narrowed, her breathing quickening. She could feel her heart beating so fast in her chest that she felt it might burst out of her. Icicle had no idea what to do, but she knew that she had to protect Moon. She had to stop these dragons. She had to.
And she did.
The IceWing roared again, charging straight into the throng of them. She whipped her body around, fighting off the NightWings that got too close, sending them flying backward. She felt the years of training come over her; she moved with the grace of all IceWings, slashing against the scales of all the NightWings, keeping them back. She fought with all the anger that was within her body, within her soul.
Soon, she was panting, her claws bloodied from all of her opponents. They all ran away, and Icicle vaguely noted one with a bruised snout. She looked at her claws; the pristine white scales coated with blood that it was hard to notice the scales. As she stared at the retreating NightWings, a cough made her break her concentration.
Moon… Icicle thought, turning and reaching her new friend. Icicle knelt beside Moon, taking in the damage that had been done to the NightWing. Several scales were bloodied, with scratches near them leaking blood. One of her wings was at a weird angle, and Icicle knew that the wing was dislocated. More scratches were around her chest, tainting the beautiful scales with imperfects. Icicle glanced at Moon’s snout, seeing bruises forming on her face.
With gentleness, she caressed Moon’s cheek, careful not to touch the bruises, causing the hurt dragon to look at her. The IceWing realized that Moon’s eyes were glistening with tears, and Icicle felt her heart tear apart. Those NightWings had hurt her friend and caused this; had caused this pain for her friend who didn’t deserve it.
She hugged Moon, making sure to be gentle with her, and without hesitation, Moon returned it. Icicle kept her claws on her back, moving them in a circular motion to comfort the NightWing. She felt tears fall on her shoulder and neck, hearing the strangled gasps of the dragon she was comforting.
“I-I couldn’t stop them,” Moon sniffled, crying. “I heard them b-but I-I…”
“Shh,” Icicle reassured Moon, hearing more of those tears wet her neck. “It’s okay. It’s okay.” She tried to be reassuring, but since she had no idea how to do so, she decided to keep hugging her.
“But it’s not! I h-heard those th-thoughts a-and I-I couldn’t d-do anything!” Moon cried, burying her head into Icicle’s neck. “I’m s-sorry! I’m so, s-so s-sorry!”
The IceWing’s mind immediately thought about her words. What did she… her thoughts began but trailed off as she realized what Moon was saying. What she had been missing this entire time.
She had powers.
Icicle glanced down at the NightWing, seeing a new light in the dragon. But instead of anger against her for this new revelation, Icicle felt sad for some reason.
Even though Moon had kept her powers hidden, Icicle began to notice that she had never used her powers for any gain. The other NightWings might’ve, but Moon had just wanted to stay hidden. From the sounds of her crying, she never wanted her powers. Whatever Moon was saying was lost to Icicle, as she finally began to connect the dots. Why Moon never used those powers; why she stayed quiet; never one for the crowds.
The reason why Moon chose to continue to meet with Icicle after that night.
She just wants to be like the rest of us, Icicle finished the puzzle with her thoughts. She’s like… me. She heard no more crying, and the IceWing looked down, seeing Moon’s eyes looking back at her. Those dark green met arctic blue, the two not hearing anything but each other’s breath. Icicle wanted to do something, anything that she was understanding why Moon was the way she was.
But she didn’t need to do anything.
Moon did it for her.
The NightWing placed her chest on Icicle’s, startling the IceWing, but Moon didn’t give up her grip. Icicle heard the thump-thump of not just her heart, but also Moon’s as well. Once again, she looked at Moon, questioning. Moon’s eyes softened, a low purr coming out of her throat. Her head was lowered to Icicle’s, and she recognized the respect gesture.
She nuzzled the top of Moon’s head, licking the bruises gently. Moon shivered, hugging herself closer to Icicle. Icicle closed her eyes, breathing deeply to slow her heart. Moon took a shaky breath, but soon it became slower. Slowly, both hearts slowed down, and they eventually synchronized.
Icicle opened her eyes, seeing Moon do the same. Her eyes trailed to that broken wing, and she knew that it would have to be fixed if she were to fly again. “Hey,” she said. “I got to fix your wing, okay?” she asked the last part, letting Moon know that she wasn’t going to hurt her. No matter what, Moon was still the new friend that she had made. And she wasn’t going to break that promise.
Moon let a shaky breath, nodding. Icicle put her claws on the wing, finding where the bone was supposed to be. She held out her tail, letting Moon grab onto it. “This is going to hurt, so get ready. I’m going to count to three.”
Moon closed her eyes briefly before opening them again, a steel resolution in her eyes. She nodded, gripping the IceWing’s tail with firmness.
“One, two, three!”
Icicle slammed her claws forward, pushing the bone back into place. Moon roared, clutching the IceWing princess’s tail tightly. Great Ice Dragon, she’s strong! Icicle thought. She hadn’t even thought of Moon’s strength. She looked small, but she never knew she was this strong! But soon, the deed was done and it was over.
Moon panted, still clutching Icicle’s tail. The IceWing looked at her, glad that the job was done. “Can you fly?” she asked.
Moon nodded, saying, “Yes. It hurts though.” She leaned on Icicle, walking with a limp to her back left leg.
“Let's get you to someone.” Icicle opened her wings, flying upward with Moon leaning on her. She had her wings open as well, though Icicle could tell that the NightWing was unsteady with her wingbeats. But she stayed by Moon’s side, even at the academy. As they landed on the ledge, no longer caring about the picnic, heading deeper into the mountain, straight to the infirmary.
All Icicle could think during this entire time was: I’m a white savior for Moon.
2023.06.04 05:30 PunkrockPopeye Beat Em'!
 | "Beat Em'!" submitted by PunkrockPopeye to funny [link] [comments] Sometime among the events of the very first Kinder Cosmic... The director of the United States Space Force marches back and forth before a gathered group of several hardened space marines all standing at attention within a large training room as he addresses the group with a general Patton like speech. USSF Director: Ladies and gentlemen...We are at the precipice of the dawn of a new age! *The group murmurs amongst one another curiously. USSF Director: Time and time again threats from opposing galaxies, dimensions, and outer worlds; some beyond the very realm of human comprehension have descended upon our little blue marble suspended in space and threatened our quality of life, our society, our safety, our sovereignty and our very existence! *Several members of the group shudder and gasp as the director continues his sermon. USSF Director: If the citizens of this United States, no...The very world itself are to maintain our status qu- *The group diverts their attention behind the director towards the sound of a loud, laborious sigh. *The director shoots a disapproving glare at the alien grey known as Alpha as he continues to speak. USSF Director: As of late, the only force standing between the citizens of this planet and total annihilation has been... The lady astronaut and appointed liaison to the greys; one Luna Valentina gently pushes the little grey alien known as Jorg towards the middle of the room as she whispers in his earholes. Luna: ...Go ahead, Jorg! *Dressed in a bright red silk dress and miniskirt with a purple bandanna tied tightly around the crown of his head; Jorg stares at the hem of his dress with either side clasped tightly within his hands as he swings his hips from side to side and hums happily as the dress flutters back and forth. The USSF Director sighs apathetically as he continues to speak, pointing at the little grey now standing beside him. USSF Director: W-What... *The Director shields his mouth and whispers to Alpha and Luna as Jorg continues swaying unmoved and unbothered. USSF Director: What th-....What is this? *Luna laughs and smiles as she replies patiently. Luna: The only way I could get him to cooperate is if I let him wear his dress! *The Director stares at Jorg still humming and fluttering from side to side and then Alpha confusedly. Alpha: He thinks it makes him stronger... *Luna giggles as she follows Alpha’s words. Luna: He...he doesn't understand how feminism works! *The Director stares at the flamboyant grey and then Alpha once more. *Alpha throws his hands up as he replies. Alpha: Who the hell am I to tell him otherwise? As far as I know it probably does! *The USSF Director sighs frustratedly as he quips. USSF Director: Jesus fucking Christ...Can he fight wearing it? *Alpha smirks mischievously as he speaks. Alpha: ...Jorg? Jorg can fight in anything, anywhere, at anytime! USSF Director: Fine...Well I guess we'll conti- *Suddenly the Director is interrupted by a massive, muscled and imposing Sergeant who addresses the group obnoxiously. Sergeant: Why is that little alien wearing a fuckin' miniskirt!? Luna snaps defensively. Luna: HE'S IN TOUCH WITH HIS FEMININE SIDE! *A private nearby mutters knowingly. Private: Well, I heard that lil' shit is completely unhinged! *The group of hardened space marines murmur amongst one another as Luna plants her hands on her hips and speaks once more. Luna: NO HE ISN’T! HE SAVED YOUR IGNORANT ASSES! *The Sergeant points at the preoccupied grey as he speaks once again. Sergeant: That scrawny, 80 lbs, ugly ass little critter? Saved what? Ru Paul's drag race? *The private glares at the Sergeant standing beside him confusedly as he continues to speak. Private: Where the hell have you been man!? You didn't hear about what happened in Tulsa? *The Sergeant cuts a sidelong glance at the private as he continues to speak. Sargeant: Stationed abroad... No phones, or internet, or TV, or electricity, or running water...not even a fuckin working toilet! So no...I don't know "what happened in Tulsa". Private: ...Oh. Well I HEARD he leveled half a city fighting some interstellar Lovecraftian planet killer... USSF Director: OFFICIALLY THAT WAS A LEVEL 4 EARTHQUAKE! Private: SURE BOSS! whatever y'all say, it's not like it hasn't been cycling all over Tiktok for months... USSF Director: RUSSIAN PROPAGANDA! A DIVERSIONARY TACTIC TO UNDERMINE UNITED ST- *Alpha sighs again loudly. *As the group continues to bicker incessantly the USSF Commander from "Kinder Cosmic: Paradise Lost" strolls into the training room and smiles with a large grin as he leans against a supply depots consignment widow and addresses it's quartermaster casually. Commander: Has it started yet!? QuarterMaster: ....Has what started yet? *The Commander grins mischievously as he continues to speak. Commander: Say...Are you a bettin' man? Quarter Master: On what exactly? Commander: Costello over there of course! *The Quarter Master stares at the grey still preoccupied with his pretty dress and then the Commander once again. Quarter Master: That sick lookin, effeminate little space midget against ALL OF THEM!? *The Commander smiles knowingly. Commander: You bet your ass! *The QuarterMaster doubles a glance back and forth between the grey and the Commander as he speaks. QuarterMaster: How drunk are you? Commander: VERY! QuarterMaster: How much do you wanna put down on him? *The Commander reaches into his pocket then slams several stacks of money upon the window's table as he speaks. Commander: My ENTIRE goddamned pension! *The Quarter Master stares at the little grey smiling as he swings in his pretty red dress and then the hardened military veterans and finally, the grinning Commander once more. Quarter Master: You're on! *The USSF Director silences the gathered, bickering and murmuring group as he interjects. USSF Director: QUIET! *The group of military commandos quickly stand at attention as the USSF Director commences pacing and continues his addressment once again while Luna smiles knowingly and Alpha shakes his head from side to side...also knowingly. USSF Director: THE POINT IS! That we're facing a potential threat that is completely out of human understanding, the very laws of physics itself and our current martial capabilities! *The USSF Director points at the greys; Alpha’s arms folded as he stands like a solemn statue and Jorg still hyperfocused as he busily plays with his red dress. USSF Director: Although they ARE friendl- *Alpha’s face sours distastefully as he hisses underbreath. Alpha: Pshhh... *The Director darts a sharp glare at Alpha who returns it with a twisted, smug expression and then at Luna who shrugs her shoulders casually. USSF Director: ....Although they ARE NOT THE ENEMY we can not let the future of humanity... *The Director stares at Jorg who is still absolutely lost within his own world as he continues to speak. USSF Director: ...Rest upon the strapless shoulder blades of one four and a half foot; morally and mentally compromised little...whatever in the hell this thing is. *The Director points towards Jorg as he flutters and sways repeatedly. *Luna retorts defensively as Alpha comments sarcastically. Luna: HEY! Alpha: Well...I mean, he's right. Man's still kinda a misguided idiot but when he's right he's right! *The Director glares at Alpha once more as his subordinates murmur and contemplate his directive aloud amongst one another. Private: We are so, so, so completely and utterly screwed... *The Sergeant standing besides the private shrugs apathetically as he speaks. Sergeant: I don't see what the big deal is... *The director marches to and fro once again as he continues to speak. USSF Director: That being said! The ONLY WAY to adjust our combat to this new enemy is simulated combat WITH THE ENEMY! Private: I'M NOT FIGHTING THOSE THINGS! *Alpha smiles slyly and quips sarcastically as The Director retorts with a commanding tone. Alpha: ....Sissy! USSF Director: Oh yes you will private! Unless of course you want... AN EXTRA WORK DETAIL! Private: GOD-DAMNIT! *The Director grins as he continues to speak. USSF Director: Besides! You'll only be facing a single extraterrestrial opponent today, Alpha has adamantly refused to participate in this exercise... *Alpha retorts sharply. Alpha: I said, "You can go fuck yourself", that's what I said. *Luna erupts with a riotous laughter as the USSF Director glares at Alpha in return. *The Sergeant points towards Jorg still playing with his fluttering dress. Sergeant: And lil' Miss Doubtfire over here? HE'S supposed to be our opponent!? *Luna beams with pride as she retorts. Luna: I wouldn't underestimate Jorg! He's wildly talented! Sergeant: At what!? Martha Stewart style homesteading? *The group snickers as Luna giggles and returns a mischievous grin and then quips once more. Luna: THAT TOO! *Alpha clarifies casually as the group murmurs and looks on at the little grey still lost amongst the surrounding atmosphere. Alpha: Consent for Jorg is kind of a non-issue, he's barely aware of where he is half the time. When goaded he does have a certain instinctive enthusiasm for martial combat under the right conditions. I don't even know where he learned it, he just came back one day and knew it innately. Like a telekinetic amalgamation of something between Ong-Bak and Jet Li... *The Private stares at the little grey in suspended disbelief. Private: Under...what conditions? *Alpha grins knowingly; as he responds. Alpha: Basically...You've got to manage to piss him off. Private: "Piss him off?" *The Sergeant cracks his knuckles as he smiles belligerently. Sergeant: Well this should be easy! *Alpha shrugs unknowingly. Alpha: Maybe...Sometimes it is and sometimes it isn't! To evoke this reaction from Jorg or to "Piss him off"; it is like this ingrained psychological trigger. It isn't so much guided as a form of premeditated anger as a kind of pro-active defense mechanism. He's not even really fully aware when he does it. I think it may be a kind of "Fight or Flight" reaction he just does. Except Jorg...well...Jorg pretty much always chooses to fight. *The privates eyes widen curiously as he stares the little grey up and down before him. Private: Is he...is he dangerous!? *The USSF Commander laughs heartily as he slams his hand upon the provisional warehouse window and retorts excitedly. USSF Commander: YOU CAN BET YOUR ASS HE IS! *The QuarterMaster glares at the USSF Commander as he chimes in. QuarterMaster: I wanna replace my bet! *The USSF Commander replies snarkily. USSF Commander: TOO LATE ASSHOLE! *Alpha, Luna, The Director and the group of soldiers all divert their attention towards the Commander and QuarterMaster until Alpha continues speaking. Alpha: Jorg!? Dangerous? I mean...IF YOU DESERVE IT then I dunno... *Alpha shrugs apathetically. Alpha: ...Maybe? I really doubt he'd actively kill anyone though. *The private throws his hands into the air and addresses Alpha frustratedly as the group murmurs amongst themselves once more. Private: THE FUCK YOU MEAN "MAYBE" AND YOU "DOUBT HE'LL KILL ANYONE"!? *Alpha shrugs once more... Alpha: It's Jorg...Jorg is Jorg! You'll see... *The private stares at the two greys one after another then retorts underbreath as he turns to walk away. Private: I'm so not fuckin doing this... USSF Director: MORE WORK DETAIL! Private: GODDAMNIT! Sergeant: Well I think they're full of shit... Private: THEY TORE APART AN ENTIRE MILITARY BASE "JUST BECAUSE". Sergeant: Of Non-combatant "week-long warriors" I bet! Might as well be a buncha national guardsmen...I mean...JUST LOOK AT HIM! *The Sergeant points towards Jorg still swaying giddily. Sergeant: ...There's no way in hell that little queer fella could take a seasoned soldier! *Luna retorts defensively. Luna: JORG ISN’T GAY! HE'S JUST SENSITIVE AND HE'S VERY SPECIAL! *Luna cuts her gaze towards Alpha seeking confirmation. Luna: He isn't...is he? *Alpha shrugs unknowingly and apathetically as the group murmurs amongst themselves once more. *The Private suddenly turns then approaches a series of lockers and containment bins stowing riot gear, defensive equipment and padded suits much like one that would be used to disarm a bomb or train a K-9 attack dog as nearly all of his peers follow suit... Private: I'm not fucking with this lil dude without my PPE! *The Sergeant snorts obnoxiously in response as he watches. Sergeant: I don't need that crap...Besides, it's hard to move or fight with all that bullshit on! Whatchu gonna do? Bumper car bang him to death with it? *The Private shrugs undisturbed. Private: ....Whatever! The crowd gathers all around the little grey warily; some armed with things like MMA gloves, hand-wraps, Batons and extended martial defense metallic rods as they all approach the grey from all angles. Suspicious and cautious at exactly what the little grey might do and exactly how he might respond. That is all but one, the boisterous military Sergeant who readies himself and then throws the very first strike at the seemingly defenseless and unsuspecting Jorg. Without ever even lifting his eyes from the hem of his dress, in a matter of moments warping the surrounding spectators very perception of time; Jorg shifts his head slightly towards the left as the Sergeant's fist narrowly misses the grey by a hair's length. *The USSF Commander slams his hand upon the provisional warehouses window once more as he retorts giddily. USSF Commander: HAH! What happens next can best be described through the conveyance of a matter of collective very short-lived and somewhat difficulty perceived moments. The next soldier and the next and the next and the next; all of them simultaneously rush towards the little grey slinging their fists and their weapons towards the inattentive and unbothered little grey. Jorg bobs, weaves, and feints his big grey bandanna wrapped head not unlike a hyperactive, super-powered Muhammad Ali; as fist and all flies from every perceivable angle, not ever touching him...not even once, his attention still diverted towards his fluttering dress all the while. Another military combatant rushes forewords and thrusts a kick towards the grey; to which he spins out of reach with seamless grace as yet another kick comes flying from it's opposing direction to which the grey quickly ducks then loops his body around from underneath...still playing with the hem of his pretty red dress still humming to himself gleefully as Luna erupts with laughter. Sergeant: What...what the hell IS THIS!? Luna: I TOLD YOU! Private: He....He never even LOOKED at us...NOT ONCE! *The Director stares at Luna and Alpha then questions them curiously. USSF Director: Why isn't he defending himself? Alpha: ...Probably because Jorg doesn't see any of you as a threat. *The boisterous military Sergeant walks towards Jorg then plants a single finger upon his forehead then slowly pushes him backwards; to which Jorg sways back then forwards then rests in the exact same position of which he'd originally been. Sergeant: What do you mean he doesn't see us as a threat? *Alpha responds casually. Alpha: I mean exactly what I said! Jorg only reacts when driven towards it from an outside stimulus; when he himself, someone he cares about, or perhaps even others are under certain conditions of diress such as a threat or pressure or the friction of oncoming conflict. It is very difficult to tell exactly when this trigger will set off from an outside perspective but FOR JORG these lines are ingrained within his very being. It's like a reflex, he doesn't even have to think about it. Private: How is it he can move so quickly like that? I could barely even see him doing it! Alpha: Part of it is because Jorg instinctively compounds his telekinesis with Kinetic energy. The other is because he's clairvoyant, prophetic even. This doesn't just apply to the precepts of time or it's passage through the universe itself but also to an outside stimulus. But just like almost all things concerning Jorg; he isn't fully aware of what he's doing and what he does it its all interdependent on outside stimulus and outside perception and interpretation. In short, Jorg is like a living mirror in everything he does and reasons for doing them. A reflection of one's self whether they even realize it or not. He could punch through a two inch steel wall or bulletproof plate glass window faster than you could blink if he wanted to... *Alpha shrugs casually. Alpha: ...Only problem is it takes alot for Jorg to actively feel inclined to do so. Well...sometimes. All that being said apparently he sees absolutely none of you as an inclination for him to act...and so...he doesn't. He doesn't see any of you as a threat! *The Sergeant fumes angrily and frustratedly as he stares at the preoccupied little alien frustratedly and then speaks angrily. Sergeant: WHADDYA MEAN "HE DOESN'T SEE ME AS A THREAT"!? I'M A GODDAMNED NAVY SEAL! I DID TWO TOURS IN AZKABAN! *Alpha replies to the Sergeant flatly and unflinching. Alpha: Exactly what I just said...Your limited human capabilities and physicality to Jorg is a non-issue. You're not big enough, strong enough, forceful enough or physically capable through your own recognizance of being a perceivable threat to him. *The Sergeant stands from the opposing side of the playful grey in the little red dress then angrily unbuttons and unholsters his service weapon as he holds it in both hands, pointed towards the ground. *The USSF Commander laughs a riotous laugh as he spectates from the warehouse window some distance away then pounds the desk upon it once more as he goads the Sergeant playfully. USSF Commander: YOU GET EM HOSS! *The Commander quickly turns towards it's QuarterMaster then whispers as he winks towards his glare. USSF Commander: ....Fucking idjit! *Luna’s eyes widen with worry as she begins to speak. Luna: I WOULDN'T DO TH- *Alpha calmly places a gentle hand upon Luna’s shoulder as he knowingly interjects solemnly yet very mischievously. Alpha: Nah....Let em'. The Sergeant steadies his firearm upon the grey methodically as all of his compatriots watch onwards nervously. And what happens next, again...Can best be explained by a breakdown of a series of events that through our perception of time unfolded within a matter of moments. ...But to Jorg himself? Well, that's another matter entirely. Just like one perceptive light switch suddenly being flicked on from deep, deep, deep within Jorg’s psyche. The little grey suddenly raises his head; his black, saucer shaped eyes widened with a perfectly aligned subconscious awareness. One of them twitching erratically above a maddened grin as above and all throughout this training room; the loud deafening roar of electric guitar reverberates one ear-splitting and most deafening melody. Loudly cutting through the awkward silence not unlike a high-powered circular saw this melody is that of the song "Beat It" the cover of an infamous Michael Jackson tune preformed by the band "Fall Out Boy". https://youtu.be/Qt54wA7Z2LY And as this guitar melody drones and roars throughout the intercom and sirens of the facility all around; As Alpha smirks smugly and Luna laughs...and then gasps. What follows suit could be quite accurately articulated as a series of movements so perceivably fast, powerful, and deadly accurate that one could quite convincingly say that Jorg DID move faster than a human could blink. He quickly utilizes his telekinetic energy with one hand to jerk the firearm out from within the Sergeant's grasp not unlike a vaulted football ripped from between a running back's fingers. And as this pistol flies and spins towards Jorg he launches himself into the air, quickly preforming a spinning back kick that smacks against the gun sending it ricocheting and flipping once more until it hurtles directly dead center of the Sergeant's face sending him spiraling and sprawled out upon the ground nearby while the gun itself deflects, is thrown against a nearby wall and then misfires. Space Marine: SHIT...MY LEG! And as the lyrics of the song echo and vibrates all throughout this training room, quaking its walls and cushioned floormats with every progressing spoken word; the frightened private quickly turns to sprint in the other direction, absolutely ANY direction away from Jorg. But little did he know; it was far, far, far too late... Jorg harnesses his telekinetic energy to rip the man's legs out from beneath him, as he does Jorg quickly sprints forward, leaps into the air again like a telekinetic grasshopper then dead drops his knee into the private's back. As Jorg "ground and pounds" the back of the privates combat protective headgear repeatedly in rapid succession; not unlike quick repeating Wing-Chun punches into the back of the man's head, striking and bouncing his forehead off of the training floor's cushioned material all to the rhythm of this melody. The surrounding marines look around at one another, murmuring in a stunned confusion as the private cries for help. Private: G-G-GET I- *WHACK! *BANG! *POW! *WHOMP! *THUMP-THUMP-THUMP! Private: GET IT OFFA ME! *The USSF Director points at the private then addresses the fearful combatants sternly. USSF Director: ...WELL!? HELP HIM! *One of the remaining combatants turns to kick Jorg off of the private when the grey quickly stops then pivots as if in anticipation of said strike; catches the man's ankle then smiles with a malevolent grin before twisting it with a loud *CRACK! *Luna squints her eyes closed and winces painfully as Alpha grins a grin very much reflective of Jorg’s and they both comment. Luna: Oooooooh! Alpha: Fuck em'... Elsewhere at the provisional warehouse window the USSF Commander slams his hand down upon the table once more as he also comments; smiling at the QuarterMaster with a shit eating grin all the while. USSF Commander: That looked like it HURT LIKE HELL! GET EM' HOSS! *The QuarterMaster also comments, sneering distastefully. QuarterMaster: I fuckin' hate you... Elsewhere amongst the whirlwind of rapid, successful strikes and all to a melody; Jorg now stands his miniskirt fluttering in training room's AC cooled air along with the motion of his movements with the Marine's now broken ankle held between the palms of his hands; the man still wailing with pain. In an amount of time accumulating to less than the passage of a few seconds; the grey spins and leg sweeps the other man's remaining limb, tossing him upwards into the air before kicking him in the abdomen with a telekinetically reinforced strike that sends the man hurtling into and bouncing off of the nearest wall. As another approaching soldier moves in to strike Jorg the grey quickly hops a foot into the air once more; then quickly plants a deflective side kick in rapid, fluid succession into the center of the man's chest which sends him staggering back just a few paces. *The soldier hardens himself as he pounds his chest then closes in on Jorg once more. Space Marine: IS THAT ALL YOU GOT!? And as this melody continues to pound with a thunderous roar all throughout the training room; Jorg smiles a sadistic smile. While the man races forwards to preform a takedown upon the little grey, Jorg quickly and acrobatically dips his head and upper abdomen towards the ground. With a certain level of martial flexibility mirroring that of a Shaolin Monk the grey lifts the pad of his foot from behind towards where his head originally was, arching it upwards and from behind his backside with his torso now angled downwards, he then slams the bottom of his foot into the Marine's forehead; stunning him instantaneously. Jorg quickly rights his equilibrium and with a fluid, unceasing movement uses that very same leg to plant a telekinetically charged front kick into the man's sternum; sending him flying backwards and crashing into yet another padded wall. Space Marine: YOU CRAZY LITTLE SHIT! A remaining marine shouts at Jorg and then races towards him from a flanked position sending his own angled "axe kick" towards the grey's abdomen. And as this melody pounds and reverberates the ether all around from every perceivable direction; without so much as a moments hesitation, forethought, or consideration Jorg side steps then archs his own leg around the own man's "Axe Kick" locking it into place. *The Marine's eyes meet the grey's; whose deep, darkened saucer shaped eyes are deadlocked onto his own. Shining with a glossy, detached madness as the grey's smile widens. And with their legs locked in place, Jorg intentionally restricts the man's movement; the Marine's remaining free leg trembles as he utters words of fear and astonishment. Space Marine: Oh....SHI- *Before the man can even get the words out the grey hops into the air with his remaining leg with the other still locked in place, then uses his free leg to dropkick the soldier dead center of his chest with another telekinetically reinforced strike before quickly releasing his leglock to send the man vaulting into another padded wall not unlike a human bullet. And as this resounding melody finally tolls onwards towards it's completion; the little grey still stands in the middle of this training room. In the exact spot in which he'd originally began; surrounded by moaning, bloody, blackened and bruised human cadavers. Who at this point are each and all very, very much alive; though perhaps their pride...not so much. *Luna shakes her head from side to side as the USSF Director speaks. USSF Director: Well...we're never doing that again! *Alpha stares at the director and smiles with an air of apathy. Alpha: I could have told you but you'd never have listened... *The private spits a mouthful of blood onto the ground as he slowly gathers his strength to try to lift himself from it, next to the still unconscious Sergeant lying face down on the floormat beside him. Private: We are so...so...so fucked. *At the provisional warehouse window the QuarterMaster counts out the last of his debt and then slams it upon the table towards the USSF Commander's outstretched smile now grinning from ear to ear. USSF Commander: It was nice doin' business with you! QuarterMaster: Shut the hell up... |
2023.06.04 04:59 Seamonkey_Boxkicker My amateur scouting report from Friday’s OTA
Friday I had the fortunate opportunity to watch the last OTA. Here is my very amateur impression of what I observed…
Position drills:
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Position drills:
- The first thing that jumped out to me was how crisp Moore was coming out of his breaks running stutter steps routes. I swear I could hear his feet stop on a dime before a rapid burst forward. With the news I’ve been hearing of Deshaun being enamored by him already I’m looking forward to a great connection between those two.
- Tillman did not excel during this drill…
- Siaki Ika summoned his inner Greg Meaney from The Waterboy hootin like a choo choo train running in circles after what I assume was a great rep. I didn’t catch the drill assignment unfortunately as the DL were on the opposite corner of the field from where I was seated.
- Cooper had a nice catch on a fly route from Deshaun that had us cheering. Kind of looked like he wasn’t running full speed for the first 20 yards until he realized he was going to be short of the pass. He turned on the burners and was able to catch it while entering the end zone after bobbling it a few times. I guess they’re still working on their timing.
- The staff moved our group to the other side of the field so we could get a better view (and the shade was really nice), but much of this portion had limited view-ability despite being closer to the players overall. The inactive players and staff basically formed a wall so I could only catch glimpses here and there. I wouldn’t be shocked at all if this was intentional…
- Not much to note from STs other than the first few kick off drills were operated with a jugs machine before Cade kicked a few. I recall Bubba saying in recent interviews that he’s going to limit how much Cade kicks this camp thinking it may have attributed to his yips last season.
- From what I was able to see, the defense had the upper hand throughout much of this period. The offense had a few nice passes, but most of them were short out routes or quick slants inside. I only recall a couple passes that appeared to go vertical more than 10 yards (again, hard to gauge depth from where I was standing). A few passes were deflected with each of our four QBs getting snaps, and most of the receivers probably would’ve been taken down for 5-10y gains.
- In the middle of 7-on-7s Perrion made a bad mistake but I didn’t catch what exactly (maybe too aggressive without pads?). Schwartz benched him immediately. Winfrey was visibly upset while Takitaki and Isaiah Thomas consoled him. After another snap or two Stefanski stopped everyone shouting something along the lines of, “When you mess up you hurt the team! Don’t do dumb shit!” I don’t recall Winfrey going back in for the remainder of the snaps.
- The best play of the practice by far came on a redzone pass from Deshaun. He threw a bullet to the inside corner for a quick TD, but Thomas Graham Jr jumped it perfectly for a pick 6. The D went wild. I couldn’t hold back a few barks of approval, too. Deshaun didn’t throw another pass after that.
- Last time I saw a practice they were working on expanding the field along Pearl Street. The fence is now widened with a nice field of grass growing. I’m not sure what they plan on doing with that area though as it isn’t all that wide at all. Probably can’t do much there aside from some individual drills.
2023.06.04 02:19 naspiac toddlers and splash pads
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2023.06.04 01:42 chrome_housecat My iPad's battery drains faster than it can charge when I use Procreate
I know this question has been asked before, but none of the suggestions worked in my case. I'm concerned my battery is simply too old.
For context, I got this iPad off Craigslist 6 weeks ago. The guy said he got it in 2017. It has always been confused as to whether it is charging or not (repeatedly makes the plug-in sound when it's already plugged in), but since last night, it's actually draining its battery faster than it charges it. This is very frustrating because I'm working on a big project for a big client who wants it done by Monday.
This morning I took my iPad to the Genius Bar and they checked it out. All the vital signs (including the battery) appeared good, but it needed a software update. That was the main issue they identified. Before I left, I bought a powerful 30W charging block.
I turned off time-lapse recording, Wi-Fi, location, and turned on power saving mode, but it still dies while it's plugged in and I'm using it. Any advice?
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For context, I got this iPad off Craigslist 6 weeks ago. The guy said he got it in 2017. It has always been confused as to whether it is charging or not (repeatedly makes the plug-in sound when it's already plugged in), but since last night, it's actually draining its battery faster than it charges it. This is very frustrating because I'm working on a big project for a big client who wants it done by Monday.
This morning I took my iPad to the Genius Bar and they checked it out. All the vital signs (including the battery) appeared good, but it needed a software update. That was the main issue they identified. Before I left, I bought a powerful 30W charging block.
I turned off time-lapse recording, Wi-Fi, location, and turned on power saving mode, but it still dies while it's plugged in and I'm using it. Any advice?
2023.06.03 22:51 MustBeOCD [USA-AZ] [H] iPad mini 6 64G WiFi w/AC+ and Smart Folio [W] PayPal
pics
used for a bit and then upgraded to a 256GB one, no issues with the device. has a glass screen protector installed. looking for 400 shipped with ac+ or 350 without, includes charger but i don't have access to the original box at the moment
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used for a bit and then upgraded to a 256GB one, no issues with the device. has a glass screen protector installed. looking for 400 shipped with ac+ or 350 without, includes charger but i don't have access to the original box at the moment
2023.06.03 22:41 ThePh33rless iPad 10.5 cellular vs iPad 9th gen Wi-Fi only
Ok, so here is my deal:
I cannot drop more than $300 on an iPad. I’d like to get one for my wife and one for myself.
I have found a couple prospects and I am seeking advice which is the better buy.
I found a 10.5 inch iPad Pro 64GB refurb for $230
Or a 9th gen iPad 64GB Wi-Fi only for $280.
Which is the better value/buy? While I would like to have the cellular feature, I can live without it.
Note: my wife mostly reads books, on the road (passenger), photos, and surfs net and I would use it for just about everything it has the capability of doing. (Video editing, drawing, 3D modeling are some key things)
Also: any other suggestions are welcome. Keep in mind, my limit is $300.
EDIT: I am also a freelance web designer if that helps.
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I cannot drop more than $300 on an iPad. I’d like to get one for my wife and one for myself.
I have found a couple prospects and I am seeking advice which is the better buy.
I found a 10.5 inch iPad Pro 64GB refurb for $230
Or a 9th gen iPad 64GB Wi-Fi only for $280.
Which is the better value/buy? While I would like to have the cellular feature, I can live without it.
Note: my wife mostly reads books, on the road (passenger), photos, and surfs net and I would use it for just about everything it has the capability of doing. (Video editing, drawing, 3D modeling are some key things)
Also: any other suggestions are welcome. Keep in mind, my limit is $300.
EDIT: I am also a freelance web designer if that helps.
2023.06.03 21:45 lavee42 Wavesport EZ bulk head (foam)
I just recently bought myself a Wavesport ez full slice, and I’m currently outfitting it to fit. I’m 5ft 8in - 165lbs. Pretty tight fit but so far I’ve taken out the plastic bulkhead, added salamander hip pads and the reggie ir back band.
I ordered a block of foam to carve out for a custom bulk head. I’m hoping to hear from someone who has done this (even on a different full slice) and how they did it? Carving / shaping techniques, tools used, angle of footing. Anything that helps me before I go at it blind. Photos would be great!
Any opinions on jackson happy feet for the ez?
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I ordered a block of foam to carve out for a custom bulk head. I’m hoping to hear from someone who has done this (even on a different full slice) and how they did it? Carving / shaping techniques, tools used, angle of footing. Anything that helps me before I go at it blind. Photos would be great!
Any opinions on jackson happy feet for the ez?
2023.06.03 21:44 DK64HD Collection of strange notes I made while playing VLR
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2023.06.03 21:20 alchemystar YouTube Switches Spotify Device Now?
Well this is terrible haha. I am an A/V tech. Been playing a playlist for an event on Spotify from my iPad. I put in my earbud (only connected to phone) and tried to pull something up on YouTube. Spotify stopped abruptly in the venue and started playing in my ear. YT didn't even start. Client gave me a glare, but at least it was a pretty quick fix with a quick reaction. I have always listened to YT news in my earbud while playing Spotify on other devices at events, but I guess Spotify doesn't work that way anymore... They're not on the same WiFi, just both logged into my Spotify and YT accounts. I read that Google is "making it easier" to switch between music platforms on different devices, but I can't find anything specific. I just want to catch up on some news when I'm done mixing and have to wait on long corporate cocktail hours... Is there anything I can do to get this feature back? Obviously I'll practice at home first... Downloading playlist and playing offline doesn't always work if I get special requests or don't get the playlist until the moment it needs to be played.
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2023.06.03 21:05 Dizzy-General8771 Instinct
This story is true about what my husband experienced one summer in the mid 90’s while working as a grounds keeper at a camp for kids.
It was the early 90’s and at the time my husband, Eddie (just passed his 19th birthday) hadn’t yet decided whether or not he wanted to go to college. He had recently lost touch with most of his high school friends and as such, didn’t have much planned for the summer. So, when the offer to be a live-in grounds keeper at a children’s day camp came his way, Eddie was happy to take the opportunity. He lived in a rural area of Ontario so the camp, surrounded by trees and having it’s own small lake, was both secluded enough to have peace and quiet, but not so far away that he couldn’t manage a trip home on the off days.
While the seclusion wasn’t geographically extreme, once everyone left on Friday afternoons – all the children gone, the day staff back home to their families – the place was actually really eerie. This was magnified by the fact that at the time, Eddie didn’t have a car, and the only phone was about a 20 minute walk from his tiny cabin at the back of the property along a dark dirt path. This meant that most evenings and weekends were spent next to a camp fire or inside the cabin with the door locked listening to loud music and having a few drinks.
Usually, the property was really quiet and it would actually get boring out there with no one to talk to and nothing to do. Eddie once told me that he would pass time by canoeing around the tiny lake (which was more like a large pond) and catching every turtle he could find. He would place them in the bottom of the canoe( with some water and lily-pads so they were comfortable) then once he caught every one he could find, he would canoe to different parts of the lake and put them back one-by-one. So, obviously, there wasn’t much going on in the area.
It was one quiet night however, where despite how peaceful it seemed, there was definitely something evil happening out in those trees and fields.
The night started like any other. It was a warm Saturday in Ontario which meant that the bugs were biting and you could drown in the humidity. It was getting toward the end of the summer and Eddie had gotten into the weekly routine - cleaning and fixing things around the camp during the week days then wandering around the property on the weekends. This Saturday had started off no different that the others. Eddie had done a quick security sweep of the area in the morning to make sure nothing was amiss, then spent the afternoon paddling around the lake catching turtles. A few hours before sundown, Eddie was back at his cabin and had built a nice campfire. He always made sure to start the fire before dark.
On this Saturday Eddie had spent the evening cooking a meal over the fire and reading his favorite Stephen King novel The Stand. He had listened to the weather forecast on the little cabin radio earlier that morning and was aware there was a chance of some nasty thunderstorms that night. He was keeping a close eye on the wind and the clouds as night rolled in, knowing that even this far north, the heat and humidity was known to give rise to fearsome tornadoes every few years.
Not long after he finished his meal, the sky turned dark and the wind began to pick up. Eddie doused his fire and was starting to pack up his book and his dishes when he heard something moving through the brush. He stopped and listened for a moment. The rustling continued, but figuring it was a racoon or a deer, Eddie went about his business – more concerned with the approaching storm.
Once in the cabin, Eddie locked the door and felt a little more secure. He turned on the single, un-shaded light bulb that hung above the sink. The rickety cabin wasn’t much, it had no bathroom and no stove, just a mini fridge, sink, a hot plate, and musty bed. As rickety as it was, it still had a lock on the door and the only window was too small for a person to fit through without a struggle.
Soon, Eddie was getting settled back in with his book. It wasn’t long before the rustling sound he had heard outside returned, but this time it sounded like something was brushing up again the outside wall of the cabin. Still thinking it was just an animal, Eddie tried to keep his attention on his book. The curtains on the window were closed, so he couldn’t see outside, but he knew it was dark and thought he heard the distant rumbling of thunder. The rustling and brushing sound was right outside his door now. He wasn’t sure, but he thought he had heard the handle jiggle.
Suddenly the rustling turned to a crashing and it sounded like two or three people were running away from the cabin. This startled Eddie causing him to drop his book.
“Maybe that wasn’t just a deer after all”. Eddie thought out loud. He stood up and hesitated.
What was he going to do?
Part of his job was to watch out for trespassers and notify them that they had to leave if he found any. Usually this was an easy job. He was only run into this a couple times and both occasion it was a group of local kids taking a nighttime swim in the pond. Usually, he scared them more than they scared him.
Thinking this was probably the case – the local kids having found his cabin and decided to play a bit of a prank on him- Eddie grabbed his keys and his flashlight and headed for the door.
He could hear the wind howling and the rain starting to tap on the roof. Not quite a downpour yet.
He took a deep breath and opened was about to open the door when he heard a gentle tapping on the window. This was obviously not rain.
The hairs on his arms stood at attention. His blood ran cold even in the stuffy and sweltering heat of late July. He was frozen with his hand on the door knob. Not even breathing. Something in his stomach was telling his to remain completely still and whatever he did to NOT OPEN THE DOOR.
After a few minutes, the tapping hadn’t returned. The rain was coming down harder now and Eddie began to breath again. He let go of the door knob and immediately turn off the light. He quietly got under the covers, not even bothering to take off his shoes or put back the large, metal flash light, in case whatever it was that was out there came back. Eventually he fell asleep.
The next morning Eddie awoke and felt no sign of the eerie presence from the night before. He got up and immediately noticed that the storm had passed and the morning sun was shining through the curtains. Groggy and a bit shaken, Eddie splashed some water on his face and began to rummage through the fridge for something to eat.
He was just debating whether he wanted to cook his eggs and bacon over the fire or if the firewood was too damp when there were a loud knock at the door. Eddie jumped and almost soiled his pants. No one had even shown up unannounced way out here on a Saturday.
“Eddie, it’s Jim, your mom’s friend from work. Are you in there?”
Eddie recognized the voice. His mom worked in dispatch for the local police department. Eddie, being a bit of a trouble maker in a small town, knew the members of the force both from family BBQ’s and from his own personal run-ins.
Eddie let out a breath and relaxed a bit, but then it hit him – Why was Jim out here so early on a Saturday?
Thinking something might be wrong at home, Eddie rushed to the door and unlocked it.
“Hey Jim, is everything okay? Why are you out here?”
“Morning Eddie, everything is fine, but your mom sent me to pick you up and bring you home this morning.” Jim looked around the cabin. He was in his uniform and Eddie could make out his cruiser a few yards away. Eddie noticed Jim was subconsciously fingering his weapon.
“I think you’re mistaken Jim. I’m not supposed to be going home until next weekend and Mom said that she was going to come out to pick me up.” Eddie took a step back and watched Jim’s face as he surveyed the tiny cabin.
“I know that was the original plan, Eddie, but we all think it’s best that you get your things and come with me.” Jim stood in the door with the face of a man who was not to be questioned. The hair’s on Eddie’s arms stood up and he had no choice but to agree and begin to pack up his belongings.
As they packed the car, Eddie could have sworn he was a set of shoe prints that made a trail around his cabin.
After driving in silence for a few minutes Jim casually began asking Eddie what he had been up to last night.
“Did you go out at all or just stay by the fire?” Jim asked, his eyes watching Eddie through the rearview mirror.
“I was by the fire, but they went in side when it started to rain. That storm was starting, so I didn’t want to be caught out in it.”
“It must get a bit creepy out there all alone during a storm”, Jim said. That’s when Eddie remembered the tapping at the window and the strange rustling sounds.
“Actually, it’s usually fine, but last night I got a bit of a scare. Just as the storm was starting, I think an animal or something was walking around my site. Probably a coyote or a fox that smelled my supper.” Eddie’s eyes locked with Jim’s.
“Did you see anything?” Jim asked.
“No. At first I thought it was some of the local kids that I had kicked out of the lake a couple weeks ago. Thought maybe they were playing a bit of a prank on me in return, but the rain was starting to pick up, so I decided to stay in the cabin and pretend I didn’t notice.” Not wanted to sound like a wimp in front of one of his mom’s coworkers in the force, Eddie lied about the chills he had experienced.
“That’s probably for the better.” Jim said. “They usually go away if you ignore them”.
The rest of the ride was silent. Eddie drifted to sleep for a little while and when he awoke they were pulling into the driveway of his parents house. His mom was standing on the front steps when they got there.
“Eddie!” His mom called as he was getting out of the car. “Come inside, I have coffee and breakfast ready”.
“Thanks mom, just let me get my things from the trunk.”
“Just leave them for now. Jim is going to join us for breakfast. You can get your things after we talk.” His mom turned and disappeared into the house. A little confused, but hungry from having missed his morning meal, Eddie shrugged and walked toward the house. Jim locked the car and followed close behind.
Eddie sat at the kitchen table and was greeted with a plate of hot pancakes with bacon and a fresh cup of coffee. Eddie began to eat but noticed that Jim and his mom were only drinking coffee.
After a couple minutes of pleasantries Eddie was starting to get annoyed.
“Why did you pick me up early mom? And if you’re home, why did you send Jim out to get me? Mom, what’s going on!?”.
“Eddie,” his mother said his nice calmly yet firmly in the way only a mother can, as she rested her hand on this arm. He stopped and looked at her. What she said next still gives my husband a pit in his stomach to this day.
“Three people were found dead within a mile of that camp early this morning, just as the storm was clearing.” The words sounded distant in Eddie’s ears.
“What do you mean? Like a car accident?” Eddie was confused but starting to get nervous.
“A man was found dead at the bottom of a radio tower a half mile up to road. We don’t know how he got in there, but it looks like he tried to climb it and fell off.”
Eddie’s eyes widened.
“About a half a mile in the other direction, a young man and woman, about your age Eddie, were found dead. The woman was in the house and the man was found in the back yard. They were both stabbed to death. We found no evidence of a break in.” Jim told this part of the story. He watched Eddie to gauge his reaction.
Suddenly Eddie’s pancakes didn’t taste to good any more and he felt a knot build in his stomach.
“So, you came to get me because you were afraid I might be dead too.” Eddie said this slowly and looked at both his mother and officer Jim.
“Did you hear or see anything strange last night, Eddie?” His mother tightened to grip on his arm and looked into his eyes. He glanced at officer Jim who gave an emotionless stare back.
“Yeah. I was telling Jim that I heard what I thought was an animal rummaging around by the fire after I went to bed. It didn’t go away and I thought it might be some of the local kids. I was going to check it out, but the rain was heavy and I thought they would go away if I stayed inside and ignored them.”
“Thank god you did.” Eddie’s mom hugged him and tried her best to hold back tears. Eddie hugged his mom back. His breath shallow from the shock.
Had he almost been one of the victims of this murder? Had the murderer tried to hide out at the camp after brutally slaying the young couple up the road? If Eddie hadn’t gone inside when he did, would he have been murdered while he sat by his fire?
Eddie’s thought were spinning so fast that he didn’t even notice Jim get up and leave. It was a half hour later when his mother calmed down enough for Eddie to realize that Jim had driven off with his things.
“Mom, you need to call Jim, my things are in his car!”
“I’ll call the station and let them know”. Eddie’s mom didn’t seem surprised that Jim had left without saying goodbye. She just went to the phone and called the station.
“Hi Gale, it’s Penny. Eddie was wondering when Jim will be back with his bags.” At the time, Eddie didn’t notice that his mother hadn’t had to explain the situation to her coworkers in dispatch. Wouldn’t they be wondering why Jim had Eddie’s bags in the car?
Jim eventually came back on his way home after his shift. He dropped Eddie’s stuff off, gave him a squeeze on the shoulder, and said “take care of yourself, kid. It was smart of you not to open that door last night.”
It wasn’t until looking back on the incident 5 years later that Eddie realized Jim had come to pick him up for two reasons. Either, after receiving the call about the three deaths, they were all afraid that Eddie, out there alone in the food with no way to call for help, mate the same fate as the poor souls who lost their lives during that storm, OR, Eddie himself had been the one who had stabbed a young man and his wife to death in their own home before murdering a third victim near a radio tower in the field adjacent to the camp.
Eddie isn’t certain, but when he counts the story, he seems to remember when he got his bags back they weren’t packed in the same way he had left them. He is convinced that his mother and the officers thought that we had been the perpetrator of the terrible crimes committed that stormy July night in southwestern Ontario.
They never did end up finding the killer.
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It was the early 90’s and at the time my husband, Eddie (just passed his 19th birthday) hadn’t yet decided whether or not he wanted to go to college. He had recently lost touch with most of his high school friends and as such, didn’t have much planned for the summer. So, when the offer to be a live-in grounds keeper at a children’s day camp came his way, Eddie was happy to take the opportunity. He lived in a rural area of Ontario so the camp, surrounded by trees and having it’s own small lake, was both secluded enough to have peace and quiet, but not so far away that he couldn’t manage a trip home on the off days.
While the seclusion wasn’t geographically extreme, once everyone left on Friday afternoons – all the children gone, the day staff back home to their families – the place was actually really eerie. This was magnified by the fact that at the time, Eddie didn’t have a car, and the only phone was about a 20 minute walk from his tiny cabin at the back of the property along a dark dirt path. This meant that most evenings and weekends were spent next to a camp fire or inside the cabin with the door locked listening to loud music and having a few drinks.
Usually, the property was really quiet and it would actually get boring out there with no one to talk to and nothing to do. Eddie once told me that he would pass time by canoeing around the tiny lake (which was more like a large pond) and catching every turtle he could find. He would place them in the bottom of the canoe( with some water and lily-pads so they were comfortable) then once he caught every one he could find, he would canoe to different parts of the lake and put them back one-by-one. So, obviously, there wasn’t much going on in the area.
It was one quiet night however, where despite how peaceful it seemed, there was definitely something evil happening out in those trees and fields.
The night started like any other. It was a warm Saturday in Ontario which meant that the bugs were biting and you could drown in the humidity. It was getting toward the end of the summer and Eddie had gotten into the weekly routine - cleaning and fixing things around the camp during the week days then wandering around the property on the weekends. This Saturday had started off no different that the others. Eddie had done a quick security sweep of the area in the morning to make sure nothing was amiss, then spent the afternoon paddling around the lake catching turtles. A few hours before sundown, Eddie was back at his cabin and had built a nice campfire. He always made sure to start the fire before dark.
On this Saturday Eddie had spent the evening cooking a meal over the fire and reading his favorite Stephen King novel The Stand. He had listened to the weather forecast on the little cabin radio earlier that morning and was aware there was a chance of some nasty thunderstorms that night. He was keeping a close eye on the wind and the clouds as night rolled in, knowing that even this far north, the heat and humidity was known to give rise to fearsome tornadoes every few years.
Not long after he finished his meal, the sky turned dark and the wind began to pick up. Eddie doused his fire and was starting to pack up his book and his dishes when he heard something moving through the brush. He stopped and listened for a moment. The rustling continued, but figuring it was a racoon or a deer, Eddie went about his business – more concerned with the approaching storm.
Once in the cabin, Eddie locked the door and felt a little more secure. He turned on the single, un-shaded light bulb that hung above the sink. The rickety cabin wasn’t much, it had no bathroom and no stove, just a mini fridge, sink, a hot plate, and musty bed. As rickety as it was, it still had a lock on the door and the only window was too small for a person to fit through without a struggle.
Soon, Eddie was getting settled back in with his book. It wasn’t long before the rustling sound he had heard outside returned, but this time it sounded like something was brushing up again the outside wall of the cabin. Still thinking it was just an animal, Eddie tried to keep his attention on his book. The curtains on the window were closed, so he couldn’t see outside, but he knew it was dark and thought he heard the distant rumbling of thunder. The rustling and brushing sound was right outside his door now. He wasn’t sure, but he thought he had heard the handle jiggle.
Suddenly the rustling turned to a crashing and it sounded like two or three people were running away from the cabin. This startled Eddie causing him to drop his book.
“Maybe that wasn’t just a deer after all”. Eddie thought out loud. He stood up and hesitated.
What was he going to do?
Part of his job was to watch out for trespassers and notify them that they had to leave if he found any. Usually this was an easy job. He was only run into this a couple times and both occasion it was a group of local kids taking a nighttime swim in the pond. Usually, he scared them more than they scared him.
Thinking this was probably the case – the local kids having found his cabin and decided to play a bit of a prank on him- Eddie grabbed his keys and his flashlight and headed for the door.
He could hear the wind howling and the rain starting to tap on the roof. Not quite a downpour yet.
He took a deep breath and opened was about to open the door when he heard a gentle tapping on the window. This was obviously not rain.
The hairs on his arms stood at attention. His blood ran cold even in the stuffy and sweltering heat of late July. He was frozen with his hand on the door knob. Not even breathing. Something in his stomach was telling his to remain completely still and whatever he did to NOT OPEN THE DOOR.
After a few minutes, the tapping hadn’t returned. The rain was coming down harder now and Eddie began to breath again. He let go of the door knob and immediately turn off the light. He quietly got under the covers, not even bothering to take off his shoes or put back the large, metal flash light, in case whatever it was that was out there came back. Eventually he fell asleep.
The next morning Eddie awoke and felt no sign of the eerie presence from the night before. He got up and immediately noticed that the storm had passed and the morning sun was shining through the curtains. Groggy and a bit shaken, Eddie splashed some water on his face and began to rummage through the fridge for something to eat.
He was just debating whether he wanted to cook his eggs and bacon over the fire or if the firewood was too damp when there were a loud knock at the door. Eddie jumped and almost soiled his pants. No one had even shown up unannounced way out here on a Saturday.
“Eddie, it’s Jim, your mom’s friend from work. Are you in there?”
Eddie recognized the voice. His mom worked in dispatch for the local police department. Eddie, being a bit of a trouble maker in a small town, knew the members of the force both from family BBQ’s and from his own personal run-ins.
Eddie let out a breath and relaxed a bit, but then it hit him – Why was Jim out here so early on a Saturday?
Thinking something might be wrong at home, Eddie rushed to the door and unlocked it.
“Hey Jim, is everything okay? Why are you out here?”
“Morning Eddie, everything is fine, but your mom sent me to pick you up and bring you home this morning.” Jim looked around the cabin. He was in his uniform and Eddie could make out his cruiser a few yards away. Eddie noticed Jim was subconsciously fingering his weapon.
“I think you’re mistaken Jim. I’m not supposed to be going home until next weekend and Mom said that she was going to come out to pick me up.” Eddie took a step back and watched Jim’s face as he surveyed the tiny cabin.
“I know that was the original plan, Eddie, but we all think it’s best that you get your things and come with me.” Jim stood in the door with the face of a man who was not to be questioned. The hair’s on Eddie’s arms stood up and he had no choice but to agree and begin to pack up his belongings.
As they packed the car, Eddie could have sworn he was a set of shoe prints that made a trail around his cabin.
After driving in silence for a few minutes Jim casually began asking Eddie what he had been up to last night.
“Did you go out at all or just stay by the fire?” Jim asked, his eyes watching Eddie through the rearview mirror.
“I was by the fire, but they went in side when it started to rain. That storm was starting, so I didn’t want to be caught out in it.”
“It must get a bit creepy out there all alone during a storm”, Jim said. That’s when Eddie remembered the tapping at the window and the strange rustling sounds.
“Actually, it’s usually fine, but last night I got a bit of a scare. Just as the storm was starting, I think an animal or something was walking around my site. Probably a coyote or a fox that smelled my supper.” Eddie’s eyes locked with Jim’s.
“Did you see anything?” Jim asked.
“No. At first I thought it was some of the local kids that I had kicked out of the lake a couple weeks ago. Thought maybe they were playing a bit of a prank on me in return, but the rain was starting to pick up, so I decided to stay in the cabin and pretend I didn’t notice.” Not wanted to sound like a wimp in front of one of his mom’s coworkers in the force, Eddie lied about the chills he had experienced.
“That’s probably for the better.” Jim said. “They usually go away if you ignore them”.
The rest of the ride was silent. Eddie drifted to sleep for a little while and when he awoke they were pulling into the driveway of his parents house. His mom was standing on the front steps when they got there.
“Eddie!” His mom called as he was getting out of the car. “Come inside, I have coffee and breakfast ready”.
“Thanks mom, just let me get my things from the trunk.”
“Just leave them for now. Jim is going to join us for breakfast. You can get your things after we talk.” His mom turned and disappeared into the house. A little confused, but hungry from having missed his morning meal, Eddie shrugged and walked toward the house. Jim locked the car and followed close behind.
Eddie sat at the kitchen table and was greeted with a plate of hot pancakes with bacon and a fresh cup of coffee. Eddie began to eat but noticed that Jim and his mom were only drinking coffee.
After a couple minutes of pleasantries Eddie was starting to get annoyed.
“Why did you pick me up early mom? And if you’re home, why did you send Jim out to get me? Mom, what’s going on!?”.
“Eddie,” his mother said his nice calmly yet firmly in the way only a mother can, as she rested her hand on this arm. He stopped and looked at her. What she said next still gives my husband a pit in his stomach to this day.
“Three people were found dead within a mile of that camp early this morning, just as the storm was clearing.” The words sounded distant in Eddie’s ears.
“What do you mean? Like a car accident?” Eddie was confused but starting to get nervous.
“A man was found dead at the bottom of a radio tower a half mile up to road. We don’t know how he got in there, but it looks like he tried to climb it and fell off.”
Eddie’s eyes widened.
“About a half a mile in the other direction, a young man and woman, about your age Eddie, were found dead. The woman was in the house and the man was found in the back yard. They were both stabbed to death. We found no evidence of a break in.” Jim told this part of the story. He watched Eddie to gauge his reaction.
Suddenly Eddie’s pancakes didn’t taste to good any more and he felt a knot build in his stomach.
“So, you came to get me because you were afraid I might be dead too.” Eddie said this slowly and looked at both his mother and officer Jim.
“Did you hear or see anything strange last night, Eddie?” His mother tightened to grip on his arm and looked into his eyes. He glanced at officer Jim who gave an emotionless stare back.
“Yeah. I was telling Jim that I heard what I thought was an animal rummaging around by the fire after I went to bed. It didn’t go away and I thought it might be some of the local kids. I was going to check it out, but the rain was heavy and I thought they would go away if I stayed inside and ignored them.”
“Thank god you did.” Eddie’s mom hugged him and tried her best to hold back tears. Eddie hugged his mom back. His breath shallow from the shock.
Had he almost been one of the victims of this murder? Had the murderer tried to hide out at the camp after brutally slaying the young couple up the road? If Eddie hadn’t gone inside when he did, would he have been murdered while he sat by his fire?
Eddie’s thought were spinning so fast that he didn’t even notice Jim get up and leave. It was a half hour later when his mother calmed down enough for Eddie to realize that Jim had driven off with his things.
“Mom, you need to call Jim, my things are in his car!”
“I’ll call the station and let them know”. Eddie’s mom didn’t seem surprised that Jim had left without saying goodbye. She just went to the phone and called the station.
“Hi Gale, it’s Penny. Eddie was wondering when Jim will be back with his bags.” At the time, Eddie didn’t notice that his mother hadn’t had to explain the situation to her coworkers in dispatch. Wouldn’t they be wondering why Jim had Eddie’s bags in the car?
Jim eventually came back on his way home after his shift. He dropped Eddie’s stuff off, gave him a squeeze on the shoulder, and said “take care of yourself, kid. It was smart of you not to open that door last night.”
It wasn’t until looking back on the incident 5 years later that Eddie realized Jim had come to pick him up for two reasons. Either, after receiving the call about the three deaths, they were all afraid that Eddie, out there alone in the food with no way to call for help, mate the same fate as the poor souls who lost their lives during that storm, OR, Eddie himself had been the one who had stabbed a young man and his wife to death in their own home before murdering a third victim near a radio tower in the field adjacent to the camp.
Eddie isn’t certain, but when he counts the story, he seems to remember when he got his bags back they weren’t packed in the same way he had left them. He is convinced that his mother and the officers thought that we had been the perpetrator of the terrible crimes committed that stormy July night in southwestern Ontario.
They never did end up finding the killer.
2023.06.03 19:34 CatDude55 Game just doesn't start
Mod List: https://pastebin.com/DAcWiFhA
No crashlog because it closes before crashlog can even open.
Order of events:
Click open SKSE in MO2
Splash screen from Desktop Splash Screen shows up.
Loading for around 30 seconds.
Splash screen disappears.
MO2 resets as if the game has closed.
I assume I've done a stupid, but i don't know what.
I've gone through the process of disabling mods one by one to find a culprit, but nothing works.
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No crashlog because it closes before crashlog can even open.
Order of events:
Click open SKSE in MO2
Splash screen from Desktop Splash Screen shows up.
Loading for around 30 seconds.
Splash screen disappears.
MO2 resets as if the game has closed.
I assume I've done a stupid, but i don't know what.
I've gone through the process of disabling mods one by one to find a culprit, but nothing works.
2023.06.03 18:58 DaShMa_ [USA-GA] [H] EVGA 3080Ti FTW3 Ultra 12GB - Intel i7-10700KF - MSI Z490-A PRO - EVGA 750W B5 - Oculus Quest 2 64GB - iPad Air 2 64GB - Seasonic 650W Titanium - Modmic Antlion - Beats by Dre Pro - EVGA HydroCopper Waterblock (2080Ti) - Various Other Items [W] PayPal
Clearing out my collection of hardware things. Let's negotiate!
Timestamps
All prices are shipped CONUS
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Timestamps
All prices are shipped CONUS
| Item Description | Item Price | Comments |
|---|---|---|
| EVGA 3080Ti FTW3 Ultra 12GB | $600 | Purchased 10/2021, original owner, 511 Days of Warranty remaining. I used it for casual gaming and general college work. |
| Intel i7-10700KF CPU 3.8GHz LGA1200 | $225 | [4x] BNIB - I bought to build some PCs but plans changed |
| MSI Z490-A PRO MOBO | $115 | [6x] BNIB - I bought to build some PCs but plans changed |
| EVGA 750W B5 PSU | $70 | [ |
| Sold 1x to u/ayylmaoxP | ||
| EVGA 650W B5 PSU | $65 | BNIB - I bought to build some PCs but plans changed |
| Oculus Quest 2 64GB | $220 | Very low usage and is in great condition; looks new. Comes with aftermarket lens rings and a silicone mask seal |
| iPad Air 2 64GB - Gold WiFi Only | $125 | Although an older model, this is in great condition. My wife babied it and would still be using it had I not upgraded her to an iPad Pro. Comes with Otterbox case. |
| Modmic Antlion Microphone | $25 | This works great, I just changed setup |
| Beats by Dr. Dre Pro Headphones (wired) | $80 | These have a few knicks in the metal and I remade the ear cushions, but otherwise in good condition. |
| Powerbeats Wireless | $25 | These work great, but I lost the silicone ear tips on one. Replacements on Amazon are cheap. |
| EVGA HydroCopper Waterblock - FTW3 series for 2080, 2080Ti (will include two radiators and a PowerLink) | $65 | I purchased this from another redditor to transform my 2080Ti to water-cooled, but no longer have the desire for such a project. |
| Netgear Nighthawk Router (AC1750 R6400) & WiFi Mesh Extender | $35 | These were my parents until I upgraded their system to Ubiquiti for remote support. Still work perfectly |
| Amazon Fire TV Stick and Echo Dots (all 2nd gen) | $50 for the lot | [2x] Fire TV sticks & [3x] Echo Dots, all work great just upgraded to newer models |
| Logitech G413 Silver Mechanical Keyboard | $15 when purchased with another item | Works perfectly but changed keyboards |
2023.06.03 18:38 jjafarFromAladdin Splash pads open yet?
I've only found things from 2022.
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2023.06.03 18:32 somehow-alive-5 Is this custom Thinkpad E15 Gen 4 good enough for software development
I'd be running an IDE, 1-2 servers, docker containers, discord/signal/slack, spotify, browser with 7-8 tabs on this thing. Will it be able to handle it well?
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- Processor : 12th Generation Intel® Core™ i7-1260P Processor (E-cores up to 3.40 GHz P-cores up to 4.70 GHz)
- Operating System : Windows 11 Home 64
- Operating System Language : Windows 11 Home 64 English
- Microsoft Productivity Software : Microsoft Office Home and Student 2021 India
- Total Memory : 16 GB (8 GB Soldered + 8 GB SO-DIMM) DDR4 3200MHz
- Solid State Drive : 512 GB M.2 2242 SSD PCIe Gen4 TLC Opal
- Display : 39.62cms (15.6) FHD (1920 x 1080), IPS, Anti-Glare, Non-Touch, 300 Nits
- Color : Black
- Graphic Card : Integrated Intel® Iris® Xe Graphics
- Camera : 720P HD RGB with Microphone
- Wireless : Wi-Fi 6E AX211 11AX (2x2) & Bluetooth® 5.0
- Ethernet : Wired Ethernet
- Keyboard : Black with Number Pad - India English
- TPM Setting : Enabled Discrete TPM2.0
- Absolute BIOS Selection : BIOS Absolute Enabled
- Battery : 3 cell, 57Wh, Upto 9 hours
- Power Cord : 65W USB-C 90%PCC Black (3pin) - India
- Display Panel : 15.6" FHD (1920 x 1080), IPS, Anti-Glare, Non-Touch, 300 nits, 720P HD with Microphone
- Language Pack : Publication - Thai/Indonesian/English
- Warranty : 1 Year Courier or Carry-in
2023.06.03 17:48 Lonely_Tomato2016 IdeaPad 1 (15” AMD) ?
Looking for a new laptop for very basic web browsing and some Finace tracking, nothing too heavy, just basic everyday tasks. Would this be a good laptop?
Specs
Processor AMD Athlon™ Gold 7220U Processor (2.40 GHz up to 3.70 GHz)
Operating System Windows 11 Home in S mode 64
Graphic Card Integrated AMD Radeon™ 610M
Memory 4 GB LPDDR5-5500MHz (Soldered)
Storage 128 GB SSD M.2 2242 PCIe Gen3 TLC
Display 15.6" FHD (1920 x 1080), TN, Anti-Glare, Non-touch, 45%NTSC, 220 nits, 50Hz-60Hz
Camera 720P HD with Dual Microphone and Privacy Shutter
Keyboard Traditional, Grey with Number Pad - English (US)
WLAN Wi-Fi 6 2x2 AX & Bluetooth® 5.1 or above
Warranty 1 Year Mail-in
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Specs
Processor AMD Athlon™ Gold 7220U Processor (2.40 GHz up to 3.70 GHz)
Operating System Windows 11 Home in S mode 64
Graphic Card Integrated AMD Radeon™ 610M
Memory 4 GB LPDDR5-5500MHz (Soldered)
Storage 128 GB SSD M.2 2242 PCIe Gen3 TLC
Display 15.6" FHD (1920 x 1080), TN, Anti-Glare, Non-touch, 45%NTSC, 220 nits, 50Hz-60Hz
Camera 720P HD with Dual Microphone and Privacy Shutter
Keyboard Traditional, Grey with Number Pad - English (US)
WLAN Wi-Fi 6 2x2 AX & Bluetooth® 5.1 or above
Warranty 1 Year Mail-in
2023.06.03 17:34 JayID99 This Is My First Time Building a PC, Is Is It Good?
I will be using this build for gaming, as well as general use, such as watching videos and browsing the internet.
I'm looking for to get ideally 100 FPS at all times at FHD resolution with max settings to match with my monitor, but if it dips below 100 FPS, it is acceptable.
My budget is $1300 or $1400, but that is also for all the accessories that I'm going to buy with the PC, such as monitor, speakers, mouse and keyboard, etc. I would prefer to spend less, probably $1100 or $1200, ideally $1000, though I'm guessing that's probably not possible. Having to purchase Windows after everything else, annoyingly bumps the price up.
I am purchasing the parts in the USA.
PCPartPicker Part List
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I'm looking for to get ideally 100 FPS at all times at FHD resolution with max settings to match with my monitor, but if it dips below 100 FPS, it is acceptable.
My budget is $1300 or $1400, but that is also for all the accessories that I'm going to buy with the PC, such as monitor, speakers, mouse and keyboard, etc. I would prefer to spend less, probably $1100 or $1200, ideally $1000, though I'm guessing that's probably not possible. Having to purchase Windows after everything else, annoyingly bumps the price up.
I am purchasing the parts in the USA.
PCPartPicker Part List
2023.06.03 17:26 Zyrostic [USA-TX] [H] iPad Pro 11" 1st Gen and Apple Pencil Gen 2 [W] PayPal, Local Cash
Timestamp and Photos: https://imgur.com/a/YZX2TeY
Repairs: None
Hey everyone, Im selling my iPad Pro 11in 2018 First Gen 64gb WiFi w/ Apple Smart Folio Case, and Paperlike screen protector (one on the ipad and one extra). Separately selling an Apple Pencil Gen 2.
Lightly used mainly for watching youtube and taking notes. Both ipad and pencil were bought new from the apple store. Selling since I graduated college and dont need it anymore. There are some scuffs on the volume button side of the ipad. The screen is great, Ive had a screen protector on it since day 1. Comes with original packaging, box, charging brick, and cable, etc.
Looking for $475 shipped for iPad and $75 for apple pencil.
Comment before PMing. Please feel free to contact me here via PM, or Discord: Zyros#0002. Thank you!
Local to 76262
submitted by Zyrostic to hardwareswap [link] [comments]
Repairs: None
Hey everyone, Im selling my iPad Pro 11in 2018 First Gen 64gb WiFi w/ Apple Smart Folio Case, and Paperlike screen protector (one on the ipad and one extra). Separately selling an Apple Pencil Gen 2.
Lightly used mainly for watching youtube and taking notes. Both ipad and pencil were bought new from the apple store. Selling since I graduated college and dont need it anymore. There are some scuffs on the volume button side of the ipad. The screen is great, Ive had a screen protector on it since day 1. Comes with original packaging, box, charging brick, and cable, etc.
Looking for $475 shipped for iPad and $75 for apple pencil.
Comment before PMing. Please feel free to contact me here via PM, or Discord: Zyros#0002. Thank you!
Local to 76262
2023.06.03 17:24 Zyrostic [USA-TX] [H] iPad Pro 11" 1st Gen and Apple Pencil Gen 2 [W] PayPal, Local Cash
Timestamp and Photos: https://imgur.com/a/YZX2TeY
Repairs: None
Hey everyone, Im selling my iPad Pro 11in 2018 First Gen 64gb WiFi w/ Apple Smart Folio Case, and Paperlike screen protector (one on the ipad and one extra). Separately selling an Apple Pencil Gen 2.
Lightly used mainly for watching youtube and taking notes. Both ipad and pencil were bought new from the apple store. Selling since I graduated college and dont need it anymore. There are some scuffs on the volume button side of the ipad. The screen is great, Ive had a screen protector on it since day 1. Comes with original packaging, box, charging brick, and cable, etc.
Looking for $475 shipped for iPad and $75 for apple pencil.
This is my first post on here, but i have lots of trades on hardwareswap and mechmarket
Comment before PMing. Please feel free to contact me here via PM, or Discord: Zyros#0002. Thank you!
Local to 76262
submitted by Zyrostic to appleswap [link] [comments]
Repairs: None
Hey everyone, Im selling my iPad Pro 11in 2018 First Gen 64gb WiFi w/ Apple Smart Folio Case, and Paperlike screen protector (one on the ipad and one extra). Separately selling an Apple Pencil Gen 2.
Lightly used mainly for watching youtube and taking notes. Both ipad and pencil were bought new from the apple store. Selling since I graduated college and dont need it anymore. There are some scuffs on the volume button side of the ipad. The screen is great, Ive had a screen protector on it since day 1. Comes with original packaging, box, charging brick, and cable, etc.
Looking for $475 shipped for iPad and $75 for apple pencil.
This is my first post on here, but i have lots of trades on hardwareswap and mechmarket
Comment before PMing. Please feel free to contact me here via PM, or Discord: Zyros#0002. Thank you!
Local to 76262
2023.06.03 16:40 Bigvegan321 Day 8 of CT
4 hours of sleep and wide awake, But I think the worse has passed. I got out of the house early with my daughter for her to play at the park and splash pad. So I guess I’m not doing to bad. Miss the energy I got from kartom because I have none but I’d rather have no energy then take that crap again. Have a great day everyone.
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