“Hey! Katsudon, how come you don’t have anything posted on your Instagram?” Yuri confronted Yuuri after practice. Viktor had ran off to eat ramen and drink again in town, so the two Yuris were left to themselves. Yuuri would’ve preferred practicing a little more, but he was cornered with the question.
“Um…that is…I don’t really use it that often. I made it in college on a whim because my former rinkmate has one,” Yuuri tried to explain in an evasive tone, hoping it was a good enough answer for the teen.
“Hmph, that’s boring,” Yuri scowled and glared at Yuuri’s IG account on his screen as if his eyes could burn it or something. “Come with me then, we’ll fix this dead account of yours with new pictures.” Yuri grabbed Yuuri’s hand without waiting for an answer and dragged him off the ice.
“Eh? But we ought to be practicing more for the competition-” Yuuri protested but Yuri cut him off in his arrogant tone.
“You can always practice later! Now hurry up! There’s a food stand I want to try!” Yuri kept pushing Yuuri out of the rink. It seemed quite forceful and childish, but Yuuri was beginning to think Yuri was doing him a small nice favor for once. Yuuri smiled to himself at the younger Yuri’s hidden honesty.
They left the rink together and headed to the food stand Yuri was talking about. When their food arrived, Yuri made Yuuri pose for a picture with his food using Yuuri’s camera and told him to upload it on Instagram immediately. It was a decent picture of Yuuri and the food looked really good to preserve the moment, so Yuuri had no complaints.
“Finally, you have a new pic on your page,” Yuri muttered when he checked his phone to make sure Yuuri did it. Yuuri stared at him with a strange look and smiled a little.
“Are you…following my Instagram account?” Yuuri realized, biting his lip to hide his amusement when Yuri looked flustered for a moment.
“Ba-idiot! I’m only following it because Viktor does too and you’re my rival!” Yuri gave an excuse. Seeing Yuri’s behavior made Yuuri laugh.
“Say, there’s some stores around here with really cheap tiger fashion, you want to check it out?” Yuuri offered and saw Yuri’s face light up like a child. After they paid for their meal, Yuuri took Yuri on a mini tour. As they browsed through shops and tried on several different fashion outfits, they took quite a few pictures and selfies together which started to fill the Instagram feed.
By the time they got back they found a half drunk and pouting Viktor waiting for them at the entrance. He jumped on both of the Yuris immediately and whined in a drunk state, “No fair! Why didn’t you two invite me? I’m your coachhhh!”
Both Yuris looked at each other and giggled to themselves. They may not be friends by the end of the day, but it was better than being disliked.
This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, often the surfeit of our own behaviour, we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars; as if we were villains on necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on. An admirable evasion of whore-master man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star! My father compounded with my mother under the Dragon’s Tail, and my nativity was under Ursa Major, so that it follows I am rough and lecherous. Fut! I should have been that I am, had the maidenliest star in the firmament twinkled on my bastardizing.
Previous researchers had theorized that tax evasion was likely much more common at the top of the wealth spectrum. Not only can the superwealthy afford expensive offshore services that help them hide their earnings, they are also less likely to have to disclose to the government in the first place.
Top earners are more likely to be self-employed, and thus have the burden of reporting their own income. In contrast, lower-income people typically earn wages, which in the United States are reported directly to the government by an employer in the form of W-2s. Among wage earners, rates of tax evasion are almost zero, Zucman says.
In addition to providing new insight into the nature of tax evasion, the researchers say their findings probably mean that economists have significantly underestimated inequality. If the top 0.01 percent have 30 percent more wealth than their tax returns indicate, that puts far more distance in the yawning wealth gap between the haves and have-nots.
“It increases measured inequality quite substantially,” said Zucman.
For Zucman, the findings imply that governments are missing out on a lot of revenue that is being hidden by the super wealthy.
So I realized something really interesting about Lotor’s team and how it’s set up, even though we haven’t yet seen the five of them all take the field at the same time.
Narti and Ezor are both ambushers. Narti can climb walls and ceilings, has her one-touch mind control and an extra set of senses that allow her to spy very effectively and make it very difficult to sneak up on or hide from her. Ezor has her disappearing act, and is also a grappler who traps limbs and manipulates her foes physically.
Acxa and Zethrid are both primarily ranged fighters, though Zethrid is also very good at suddenly lunging into close combat.
Where does Lotor fit into this? At first glance, he doesn’t. He’s a close quarters fighter, and while he certainly has aptitude for ambushing, he has to rely on his environment to give him those advantages- it’s reliant on picking good places to hit from, like the setup on Puig or, the entirety of the shindig on Thayserix.
But Lotor is a performer- and one whose main underlying stratagem is that he’s deliberately flashy and draws focus to himself. S3e3 relies entirely on the fact that Lotor puts himself out there and hassles the paladins for a bit, and then scoots- and Keith chases him blindly right into a trap.
The paladins were aware of and focused on Lotor for basically all of season 3 after the first episode. But they only realized the generals existed in s3e6, when from their perspective, a fully-actualized and specialized strike team popped out of thin air to kick their butts.
And isn’t that exactly what Lotor did to Throk? As either the anonymous gladiator or revealing himself, Lotor commanded center stage and kept Throk’s focus on him- while the generals surrounded Throk.
Basically Lotor’s surrounded himself with people who are all devastating to distracted targets, and then set himself up as a performer, the charismatic, obvious ‘face’. And he can keep that up as long as he needs to, because his greatest skill is evasion and maneuvering.
Lotor baits people into attacking him and cheerfully lets them miss by inches- oh, so close, maybe next time?- and when they’re good and mad and focused completely on him, the generals drop in and eat them alive.