We got an earthquake last night around 1am, magnitude 6.8, 17 seconds long, 10 km depth. First thing I grab before getting out of house? My Wacom Cintiq (first pic) #ArtistProblems 😐
Mom and I stayed outside all night, tried to reach out to my brother and dad. Brother came but then he took us to docks which is if you are living in a seaside city, it is the LAST place you should be. I saw all the boats on the docks had been way under the dock level and there was no power. We basically were in complete blackness, you can’t even see if something had happened in the sea.
We conviced him to take us back, but he didn’t stay with us, apparently man-ing the boat he captains is more important than staying alive…
Anyways, later we went to our former landlady and sat with them on their driveway (3rd pic). It felt like a loose craddle with every aftershock. They are still happening even now, over 160 of them recorded, between 2 to 5 severity. There was also fire at somewhere sparked from electric cables also at one of the shores there sea had pulled back for like 50 meters, and then created a minor tsunami which came in passing 100 meters. Boats crashed to shore, there has been damages to cars and hotels.
We are okay for now, just very tired. Only thin that got damaged was the mirror on the hall, it fell off with grandma’s old Singer sewingmaching which had been with us for years. It appears to be intact so that’s a win. (2nd pic)
We got a small bag-of-needs and waiting incase anything happens. We are going to spend the evening and night at outside too probably.
I unplugged my wacom and external drives to secure them, I won’t be installing them back till Monday, so there will be delays on my commissions. I want to be sure we are safe and sound.
I will keep making updates at my twitter which you can find me as “@artofdel” for what comes next. I might not have internet for too long, power might go out time to time.
Summary: Laxus and Freed could be seen as stoic and only focused on their work. This wasn’t true. they had more than enough of stupid, playful fun with each other. Unlike most of Fairy Tail, however, they reserved these moments for rare occasions. By the pool on their honeymoon, it was the perfect moment to have stupid, playful fun with each other. (Canon)
oooh, for the flower thing, forsythia/zinnia for nienna and zev or raspberry/camellia for sasha and jowan!
Forsythia- anticipation | Zinnia- I mourn your absence
Zevran sat in a cafe on the docks, the tea he ordered had grown cold before him as his attention remained focused on the crowds of people leaving each boat as it docked.
This was the fourth day he’d sat here waiting since he’d received Nienna’s letter. Her business in Amaranthine was done. She was coming back to him.
He knew it’d be weeks before she’d arrive, his own journey across the Waking Sea had felt much, much longer. Still, he couldn’t help but hope that by some miracle she’d step off one of these boats today and back into his arms so they could pick up where they left off.
Nienna’s mabari lay beneath the table and on Zevran’s feet. It had been at her insistence that Caspian accompany him on his business here in Antiva City. She wanted to keep the hound away from more darkspawn after the injuries he had suffered during the battle against the archdemon. Zevran had accepted simply because she asked but now he had to admit that the mabari had grown on him. At the very least, he had a companion that missed Nienna as greatly as he did.
Seeming to know what was on his mind, not that much else had been preoccupying his thoughts, Caspian let out a bark and nudged his snout against Zevran’s leg.
He reached down to gently pat the dog’s head, “I know, my friend, I miss her too.”
With a sigh, he relaxed against the back of the chair, crossing his arms behind his head. He closed his eyes and listened to the familiar sounds of the docks. Everyone from king to commoner spent time here and the harbor overlooking the Rialto Bay very rarely knew silence. Music floated out from somewhere, distinct and clear over an endless cacophony of voices. The surf crashed against the breakwalls and gulls called and screeched overhead. There was a peace in the everyday chaos, one he found great comfort in.
At least, until an arrow narrowly zipped past his head and lodged itself in the wall behind him.
He snapped up out of the chair, called to Caspian to follow him and the two ducked inside the cafe.
“I already told you, you cannot bring that dog in here,” The owner immediately snapped at him, “If you need something else go back outside and I’ll get to you in a minute.”
“Oh, don’t worry we were just leaving,” He said as he strode quickly past her and to the back entrance that let out onto a flight of stairs leading down to the lower docks. He’d scoped out all the restaurants and cafes on the dock and chosen this one for this specific reason and this specific scenario. The Crows were like flies it seemed, the more of them he killed the more there were determined to swarm him.
For a split-second he thought of Nienna, and how he was inviting her into this mess, but then again she knew what she was getting into with him from the start. He was expecting an arrow in the eye or the knife in the back most of the time.
In broad daylight, though! Whoever this was didn’t seem to care much for the possibility of collateral damage which meant he’d been ordered to be killed at all costs. It was flattering really, and if he’d had the time to stop and catch his breath, he’d probably laugh about it.
He was one man who’d already done a thorough sweep through the guild’s master assassins, and for all their bluster and numbers none of them had managed a successful retaliation, as of yet. Though, he had to be a little more careful if he wanted it to stay that way. Especially if he wanted to be alive to greet his beloved on the docks when she finally arrived.
"Accidentally capture the wrong base"? .....tell us more? Please?
this was before we got agent agent back as our handler, and part of the reason why he finally turned up for work again.
so the thing about clint is that hes 1. not a good listener and 2. hes deaf. mostly. these are separate issues because being mostly deaf doesnt stop him from understanding what people are saying most of the time, it just means that you have to be sure he knows youre trying to communicate with him before you say something. (and also that you should make sure your mask doesnt cover your mouth so he can lipread, but whatever.)
we had this agent—incredibly boring guy in the worst sort of way–who’d requested clint, nat, and i for an op. nat and i were supposed to hit two of the leaders of a crime syndicate while clint got the third. easy peasy, kill some guys, free some hostages, small country liberated, total cakewalk. but the agent running the op and the briefing took FOREVER. he was talking us through like none of us had ever overthrown a country before, explaining every minute detail. nat and i could just kinda zone out and let things wash over us, picking up the pertinent details, but clint cant really do that. his hearing aids help but they weren’t perfect, so he also had to be kinda lipreading just to keep up. which takes a lot of focus for incredibly boring info. naturally he zoned out too.
which was how he missed the fact that his guy was not actually staying in his incredibly fortified base-slash-villa. his hostages were, but he wasn’t.
luckily, they covered this in the briefing packet we were each provided with, which was a mere 362 pages.
so obviously none of us actually read it.
we poked through, got blueprints, guard schedules, alarm systems and so on, but didnt bother with most of the rest of it.
they dropped us in the air over each of our respective targets, clint last. i had the cliffside resort, nat had the downtown headquarters, and clint had the base-villa. nat and i handled ours like pros, of course, corpses everywhere, and clint did too–mowed right through the security, got the hostages, and then called in that his syndicate leader wasnt there, what the hell, who gave me this bad intel.
which was when he was informed that the big bad wasnt IN the villa, he was on the ISLAND ACROSS from the villa, and that hed been supposed to covertly infiltrate the beach house there and quietly capture him. ideally without ever setting foot in the villa; he was just supposed to steal a boat from the villa docks and not get spotted by security.
unfortunately, clint had blown up all the watercraft at the villa’s docks to keep syndicate members from escaping. which meant he still had to get to the island and capture this guy, but now there were no motorboats left. and if this syndicate jerkoff got away, fury was gonna have his hide.
and thats how clint wound up launching a one-man amphibious assault on an international crime syndicate from a paddleboat.