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- source_sentence: ' Hello Fellow Bloggers! This is my final attempt at starting up a blog. I always start, it lasts DATE, and then I burn out. BUT this is something I would really like to get into, maybe it will last this time. For those of you who don''t know, I am a DATE country girl lost somewhere in the big city. I have adapted well though, if I must say so myself. I have been living in GPE for DATE. My mother in PERSON live here also and I have a (almost) DATE dalmatian. I have been dating the same guy for DATE, and plan on making it last forever. I am a Signing Team Manager for a local ORG store, and love hanging out with my friends... I guess thats the basics, so lets go on to TODAY! It was DATE. Can I say any more? Everything that could go wrong, Did. I didn''t get CARDINAL of what I wanted to get done accomplished, and.....WHOA... I don''t wanna start of complaining, if I do that I will never get anyone to read my blog. DATE was DATE. Period. Does anyone else watch the Swan? I am a Reality Show Fanatic. I can''t believe these people leave there family for DATE to make a physical transformation. I recently made a rather large transformation myself, but I don''t think that I could have been so successful if I didn''t have my friends and family there to back me up. Not that I am knocking the show by any means... I plan to watch it...in TIME. I gotta tape wrestling too. (I am NOT a redneck) I tape it, and then ORG and I watch it when he gets off. It has become a ritual. I never watched wrestling before PERSON and I got together. What is this effect guys have on us gals? Somehow they always tend to rub off on me. Before Gene it was PERSON and Matchbox Twenty... It''s just weird how that happens. I promise as time progresses my posts will be more interesting. I just gotta get back in the swing of things. ''After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul, and you learn that love doesn''t mean leaning and company doesn''t mean security, and you begin to learn that kisses aren''t contracts and presents aren''t promises, and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open, with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child. You learn to build all your roads on DATE because DATE''s ground is too uncertain for plans. After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much. So, plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure... that you really are strong, and you really do have worth.'' '
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- ' ....The day we have all been waiting for, even if it has been for different reasons. TIME is the finale'' of American Idol. I have no idea who is going to win DATE? I guess we will find out in TIME! Speaking of Television... Did anyone else out there watch the season finale of DATE? What an ending! I think next to The OC, that was my favorite show of the season. ORG, I know it seems like I am some huge TV/Movie Buff because I talk about it alot, but I am not that bad, I swear! DATE was a rather unproductive day at work, which was exactly what I needed since, DATE started off to be a huge mess. We had a visit with CARDINAL of the company big-wigs and he seemed to be pleased with everything my team has accomplished. That makes me feel good. Even when DATE goes wacky...that kinda made it worth it all, know what I mean? I haven''t got to talk to Gene much DATE, and I won''t get to see him TIME either. Turns out his fraternity is having a rush event, so I guess it will be DATE before we get together. I miss him already! UGHHHH!!! He did call me when he was on the way to the hospital earlier. CARDINAL of our friends, PERSON is in there, with a staff infection. I hope he gets better soon. He is such a sweetie! Why? Why is it that ex-boyfriends girlfriends always feel threatened by their ex-girlfriends? It''s kinda sad, because you can''t even remain friends with people you have dated because their current Significant Other has issues dealing with it. WHERE IS THE TRUST PEOPLE??? Oh well! That''s my random thought for DATE. Oh... I almost forgot (man this blog post is all over the place) My friend PERSON is moving back to GPE DATE. I am going to miss her like crazy! Her Mom has PERSON and is really sick, so I understand COMPETELY why she has to leave. I hope everything works out for you girlie! ''I was so high I did not recognize the fire burning in her eyes, the chaos that controlled my mind. Whispered goodbye as she got on a plane, never to return again, always in my heart....OH! This love has taken it''s toll on me....'' urlLink What Classic Movie Are You? urlLink personality tests by similarminds.com '
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What about civility? Jokes or not, are they intelligent? A long time
ago, actual discussion was seen in the comments section instead of, lol
OP is a fag . It's like a scientist explaining life found on Uranus but
the audience giggles and says, lol, youranus .
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Napoleon swallowed somewhat uneasily. "I won"t forget that, Clara. Truly
I won"t." Now it was Clara who slowly nodded. "And I"ll try not to push
too hard, not to tighten the knot into a stranglehold. It isn"t easy for
me, Napoleon, to accept U.N.C.L.E."s very prominent and highly prized
position in your life, but I am trying. I really am trying." Napoleon
answered nothing for in truth what was there to say? They understood
each other and accepted the limitations the personality of each imposed
on the other. He would concentrate on that positive fact, and not stress
on the negative possibility that his heart"s devotion to Clara and his
soul"s dedication to U.N.C.L.E. might never result in any sort of
comfortable lovers" knot. July 1963Antwerp, Belgium Wandering the Meir
was a rather invigorating experience. So much to see at every turn.
Napoleon was definitely energized by the surroundings and was thoroughly
enjoying his stroll. He was on the prowl for a new set of cufflinks,
something to celebrate his recent promotion to Chief of Enforcement,
Number 1 in Section II of the North American division of U.N.C.L.E. His
superior, Alexander Waverly, had informed him of that promotion ten days
ago in New York. The Old Man, as Waverly was respectfully if
mischievously called by his subordinates behind his back, had
congratulated his new CEA with a handshake and a "Well deserved, Mr.
Solo" and then promptly sent him off to Brussels on a mission. So
Napoleon hadn"t even gotten the chance to make merry with a triumphant
dinner in a tony restaurant or a festive bottle of vintage champagne.
His mission had concluded successfully this morning and, since his
flight back to New York was not until tomorrow afternoon, Napoleon had
decided to take the short train ride from Brussels to Antwerp with its
bustling diamond market. He wanted the cufflinks that would serve as a
reminder of this moment in his career with the Command to be
spectacular. Though he owned many a pair of the male-oriented shirt
ornaments, he owned absolutely none that boasted diamonds in their
design. So what better way to emphasize this personal turning point than
with cufflinks bought from the world"s largest diamond center? Napoleon
had received cufflinks as gifts from various people close to him, from
his Aunt Amy to his one-time fiancée Clara Richards, throughout his
lifetime. Yet, with regard to any such items meant to commemorate a
particular moment in connection with U.N.C.L.E., Napoleon always
purchased them for himself. He probably couldn"t have explained the why
of that if asked; it just somehow seemed most right to him. His
relationship with U.N.C.L.E. was far too internal to intimately share
with others. He had tried that years ago with Clara and in the end she
had walked away from him because U.N.C.L.E. was so integral to his soul.
He didn"t know why or when this kinesis of being had happened, but he
was wise enough not to any longer deny it. Oh, there was also no denying
Napoleon Solo adored women, found them exhilarating and as necessary to
his everyday happiness as breathing was to his physical survival. Since
Clara he"d had many affectionate sexual liaisons, yet absolutely no
passionate romantic affairs. He recognized now there really wasn"t any
compromise that could be reached between the continuously competing
responsibilities of the heart and of the soul. Today though Napoleon
wasn"t dwelling on any of that. He was thoroughly at peace with the
world and with himself. He hummed tunelessly as he "window-shopped" the
displays at various swanky retail jewelry stores. He sauntered in and
out of the establishments, nonchalantly browsing their wares, his senses
on the alert for that one set of cufflinks that would draw his eye and
tickle his fancy. And then he spotted them. They were bold yet elegant:
designed as shooting stars, each with a five-pronged focal point
accented by a curved ribbon that split into three separate tails. They
literally glittered with diamonds as the brilliantly faceted stones
covered every element of the motif, even leaving Napoleon unsure if the
underlying metal was white gold or platinum. One could say perhaps they
were a bit ostentatious, but they definitely made a statement that to
Napoleon suited his current state of mind. He was himself glowing inside
with the practical recognition received within his chosen field of
idealistic endeavor. So why not let that glow show a bit on the outside
with the radiance of diamonds when he shot his cuffs? Intent on claiming
his prize, Napoleon thrust his hands casually into his trouser pockets
as he cleared his throat to gain the attention of the salesman behind
the glitzy counter. He had no doubt the cufflinks would be sybaritically
costly in terms of legal tender, but hey, he had already more than paid
his humanitarian dues in far more precious coin. November 1969London,
England "You"re late," Illya Kuryakin commented a bit tartly to his
partner. "Oh? The plane hasn"t taken off yet, right? So technically I"m
not late," responded Napoleon Solo in a teasing tone and with a
mischievous grin. The two men had been in England for the past two weeks
overseeing the security operation for the most recent U.N.C.L.E. Summit
Five conference that had concluded the day before. It had been a
relatively quiet affair for the organization"s top enforcement team. No
murders or jealousy-motivated vendettas or grandiose Thrush takeover
plots like those that had made Summit Five in Berlin two years ago such
an unpleasant memory, especially for Napoleon. "You said you would meet
me at the airport twenty minutes ago," Illya further challenged, perhaps
a bit petulantly. Illya"s own most poignant memory of the Berlin Summit
Five was of his partner being "psychologically" tortured by U.N.C.L.E.
itself. That had left a sour taste in his mouth, even though he now knew
Napoleon had used that situation in an attempt to expose a mole within
the organization. In the end that mole had been one of the five
Continental Chiefs themselves, Harry Beldon, and he had been brought
down before he could do any irreparable damage to U.N.C.L.E. Yet Beldon
had also been the man Illya had worked for in the initial stage of his
enforcement-agent career. Thus that Beldon had turned out to be a Thrush
in U.N.C.L.E."s clothing had disquieted Kuryakin more than he would ever
openly admit, even to his partner. So perhaps he was a bit more
irritable today than was warranted by Solo"s minor tardiness. It was
just he wanted to mentally catalogue the latest Summit Five as
completely over and done, and he could only do that with the finality of
their current departure from London. Therefore the prospect of he and
Napoleon possibly missing their scheduled commercial flight home had
been particularly unsettling. "And I have met you at the airport, just a
bit behind schedule. So all"s good," countered Napoleon wryly. Illya
gave no verbal reply, but he did quite expressively roll his eyes, a
sign of mild exasperation that Napoleon purposely ignored. Instead Solo
gave the girl behind one of the airline desks a truly charismatic smile
as he requested a customs declaration form. "Whatever do you have to
declare?" Illya asked with some curiosity. Napoleon reached inside his
jacket and pulled a small flat jewelry case from the inner pocket,
laying it on the counter in front of Illya. The Russian opened the
leather-bound container and gazed upon its contents. "Another set of
cufflinks, Napoleon? You own pairs enough already for a dozen men."
Napoleon only shrugged. "Don"t tell me: you saw them in a shop window
and couldn"t pass them by." Again Napoleon only shrugged. He wasn"t
about to let his partner in on the truth that these particular shirt
trinkets had been custom designed to his specifications. Though he did
indeed own many pairs of cufflinks, he had never before himself
commissioned any. He had come across all previous sets he had personally
bought much as Illya had mentioned: he would see a set that fit some
condition in his mind and purchase them "off the shelf", as it were.
These cufflinks though were different. He had wanted something to
memorialize the fifth anniversary of his permanent partnership with
Illya, a milestone that had been reached that October. That particular
landmark was not one the two men verbally discussed, yet was it
ever-present in Napoleon"s mind. He and Kuryakin were U.N.C.L.E."s top
enforcement team, the cream of the crop, but it was more than that. With
the Russian agent Solo had forged a bond of friendship unlike any he had
ever formed with another human being. Oh, he had friends by the score,
but those ties were always casual, close to the surface, fostered by
commonalities of past upbringing, current character traits or future
expectations. Napoleon shared none of those usual companionship roots
with Illya. Where Napoleon had been nurtured within the open framework
of democratic principles, Illya had been reared within the closed
structure of communist tenets. Where Napoleon"s nature was optimistic
and idealistic, Illya"s was pragmatic and realistic. Where Napoleon
focused on fundamentally affirming opportunities, Illya concentrated on
effectively negating threats. The two men could not seem more different,
and yet there was an inner core where they melded together, each a
separate half of the same whole and neither truly complete without the
other. So, during this assignment in London that wound up fortunately
not consuming his every waking hour, Napoleon had spared some time for a
trip to Hatton Garden. At the shop of one of the area"s renowned
jewelers, he had batted back-and-forth with a master goldsmith ideas on
the creation of a truly one-of-a-kind set of cufflinks. Something that
represented himself and Illya and their unique synergy. The final result
of that creative process had finally been ready today for his pickup,
and now rested in the small leather case open on the surface of the
airline courtesy desk. That artistic outcome had turned out exactly how
Napoleon had wished: a bit of him, a bit of Illya, and a bit of what was
shared between them imaginatively interpreted in the skillful twisting
of fine metals. As the airline clerk returned with the form Solo
required, Kuryakin took the case in hand and tilted it to-and-fro,
examining its contents with a critical eye as the light reflected off
the ornaments from various directions. Each cufflink consisted of a
toothed leaf wrought in white gold that sported a short curved stem
running through one side of a horizontally positioned yellow gold acorn.
Another short curved stem ran out from the opposite side of the acorn
into the main body of a serrated leaf fashioned of rose gold. The
crossbar backed the white-gold leaf on the left cufflink and the
rose-gold leaf on the right cufflink, thus placing the toothed leaf on
the top of one link and the serrated leaf on the top of the other. The
leaves themselves were angled in such a way that the set together formed
an open circle, with a leaf of one kind seemingly stretching toward the
leaf of the other kind on the opposite cufflink. "The detailing of the
leaves is exquisite," Illya conceded with honest appreciation for the
workmanship, "but I must assume the goldsmith had little familiarity
with botany." "Oh?" casually questioned Napoleon, seemingly intent on
the task of filling out the customs declaration. But in truth he was
watching Illya"s reaction askance, pleased with his partner"s obvious
fascination with the design of the cufflinks. He had never shared with
Illya the association behind his assorted collection of cuff ornaments.
It was one of those rare private emotional places where he didn"t
unreservedly embrace the prospect of Kuryakin"s interconnection. Between
the partners there were still a few of those for each man. Still,
Napoleon could not help but feel contentment with the fact the concept
he had conceived as a representation of the unique harmony between the
two of them did indeed intrigue the other man. "Napoleon, even you must
know that, though mighty oaks from tiny acorns grow," Illya paraphrased
an old adage, "powerful birches do not. And this rose-gold leaf is that
of a birch just as surely as the white-gold one is that of an oak."
"Think about it, Illya," Napoleon"s mind forwarded even while his lips
merely inquired, "Is it?" "Of that I have absolutely no doubt, my
friend," Illya confirmed. "I am quite familiar with the shape of that
particular leaf as the birch is the national tree of Russia." "You don"t
say," said Napoleon aloud as his brain silently noted, "As the oak is
the national tree of the United States, tovarisch." Illya ran a finger
lightly over first one cufflink where it was nestled in its bed of
velvet and then over the other. His brain was reaching toward a
correlation with something, but his facial expression let on he wasn"t
sure just what. "The acorn is U.N.C.L.E., my Russian cohort," Napoleon"s
wordless mental prodding continued as he seemingly concentrated on the
form he was mechanically filling in as necessary, "and from that "tiny
acorn" have we both gotten the chance to grow: toward a conviction that
has crossed rival political boundaries and into a trust that has bridged
opposing personality traits." As if somehow hearing Napoleon"s thoughts,
Illya opened his eyes remarkably wide for a split second and then
squinted hard at his ostensibly mundanely occupied partner. "Napoleon,"
he ventured, "is there anything in particular you want to tell me about
these cufflinks?" Again Napoleon shrugged. "Just that I appreciate them
as a set... more than I ever expected." Illya shut the small case with
an audible snap, enveloping the separate halves once more within the
protection of the same whole. "Then you"d best keep them close," he
gravely admonished Solo as he extended the closed box back to the
dark-haired man. Napoleon looked up toward his partner once more and
accepted the jewelry case from his hand with a simple, "Indeed." Then he
carefully placed the box back within his inside jacket pocket, right
over his heart. May 1974New York City, New York In the end Napoleon
chose to wear to Waverly"s retirement dinner the gold-and-star sapphire
umbrella disk cufflinks he had purchased nearly two decades ago in
Anegada. It somehow seemed appropriate to him that the ornaments he had
selected to rejoice in his own triumphant entry into U.N.C.L.E. should
now as well memorialize Mr. Waverly"s graceful exit from the
organization. Something in Alexander Waverly had always reminded
Napoleon Solo of his grandfather, Franklin Milbourne. There was no doubt
Mr. Waverly was more open-minded and less bound by old conventions than
Napoleon"s childhood guardian had ever been, yet were both incredibly
righteous men internally compelled by the tenets of their own moral
convictions. And in some ways Waverly"s mentorship of Solo mirrored his
grandfather"s guardianship: caring but tough, expectant of a certain
degree of adherence to set rules but also tolerant and even pleased by a
certain degree of independent thought in his "charge". The mood of the
dinner was nostalgic yet cheerful. The Old Man would be missed. It was
he who had built the organization from the ground up, he who had helmed
it into steady achievement of the admittedly difficult goal of
non-partisan cooperation between nations. Yet the "New Man" held the
promise of a bright continuing future for the Command. Napoleon Solo was
a superb strategist who also recognized how to use congenial diplomacy
to best advantage. His experience as a field agent gave him a ready
understanding of the "down in the trenches" aspects of U.N.C.L.E., and
his personal commitment to the underlying ideals of the organization was
unparalleled. Only a tiny minority of practiced skeptics had any
misgivings that he was the best mix of both personality and skill for
the position of next "first among equals" Continental Chief. Napoleon
sat to Waverly"s left at the head table, the other four Continental
Chiefs ensconced to the Old Man"s right. Illya sat on Napoleon"s left as
he had so often at Waverly"s round desk during their enforcement agent
years, both men listening to the Old Man speak challengingly then of
their next assignment in the field as he now spoke contentedly of their
next roles in the organization. The food was delectably mouth-watering,
the champagne delightfully nerve-relaxing, the toasts either warmly or
humorously celebratory, and the atmosphere a perfect blend of fond
conclusion and eager anticipation. As the last of dessert was being
happily consumed by the attendees with an additional cup of coffee or
tea poured by the servers, Mr. Waverly asked to speak to Napoleon
privately for a moment. Concerned that perhaps there was to be one more
piece of crucial but heretofore confidential information that needed to
be passed on by the exiting Section I Number 1 of North America to his
successor, Napoleon"s countenance took on a very serious mien as he
nodded his assent. The two men walked off toward a small private sitting
room in the secured catering hall. Once there, Mr. Waverly chided with a
wry smile, "You needn"t look so tense, Mr. Solo. I"m not about to reveal
some hush-hush situation that could result in World War III and thus
that you must rectify immediately.' Napoleon"s shoulders visibly
relaxed. "That"s good to hear, Mr. Waverly." "I simply wanted to
personally present you with a little gift." Napoleon"s eyebrows rose
upward toward his hairline at that disclosure. Ignoring the younger
man"s astonishment, Alexander Waverly removed a small jeweler"s case
from the inside pocket of his tuxedo jacket and extended it toward Solo.
Napoleon accepted the box from the hand of the older man and silently
opened the hinged container. Inside was a pair of gold cufflinks. The
motif was of a framework dove, wings outstretched, with the main of the
body formed by a globe. To Napoleon it looked very akin to a religious
symbol he remembered from his Catholic-educated childhood: the Holy
Ghost protecting the world. But he noted that the globe was the skeletal
globe of the insignia of U.N.C.L.E. He glanced back up at Mr. Waverly"s
face and saw the sly amusement in the Old Man"s eyes. "I know you
collect cufflinks, Mr. Solo." Napoleon slowly nodded. It would seem the
cunning old fox knew much more than simply that. That somehow he had
found out the particular associations Napoleon attached to those
collected cufflinks. "A long time ago, when the idea of U.N.C.L.E. was
first conceived," Mr. Waverly revealed now in a conversational manner,
"Winston Churchill said to me that it was akin to "a pregnant belly in
the body of the dove of peace, alive with the fledgling hope for a
better world". I always thought that a particularly poignant sentiment
and one worth remembering. So it seemed to me appropriate, with your
rite of passage in taking over the reins of the Command, that you have
something to forever serve as a reminder of that most apt description of
our organization... your organization." "I will cherish them, Mr.
Waverly," Napoleon stammered out. Now it was Waverly who nodded. "And
U.N.C.L.E. as well, Mr. Solo. I have no qualms about leaving the "belly
of the dove" for delivery into your guiding hands. You have the right
mindset, the right heart-vibe and the right soul-sense to lead the
United Network Command for Law and Enforcement into the future. And,
where any excess sentiment triggered by your romanticized idealism or
over-expectation instigated by your energized optimism might
occasionally interfere with more exacting judgment, you"ll have Mr.
Kuryakin"s steadying hold on unembellished reality and dead-on grasp of
a pragmatic viewpoint to keep you on an even keel." "Yes sir," Napoleon
found himself responding automatically, since he just didn"t know what
else to say. Mr. Waverly"s lips curved into another wry smile. "Go enjoy
the remainder of the evening, Mr. Solo. Myself I"m too old a man to
unnecessarily keep these late hours. I"m going to find my wife and
suggest we take our leave." "Yes sir," Napoleon answered automatically
once more, as more expressive words simply failed him. Then Waverly was
gone from the room and he was left standing alone, staring at the boxed
cufflinks in his hand, the moisture of startling tears blurring his
vision. "Everything all right?" a very familiar and most reassuring
voice suddenly brought him out of his emotional daze. Napoleon turned to
look at Illya standing beside him: the mission partner a master
tactician had unerringly matched with him, the other half of the whole,
he who could ably assist in the delivery of the promise held in the
belly of the dove. The new Continental Chief of U.N.C.L.E. North America
smiled his most brilliant smile. "Everything is just how it was meant to
be," Napoleon stated cryptically, thinking of how utterly complete was
this particular brief capsule of time in his life and how perfectly it
would always be commemorated by Waverly"s extraordinary gift. -The End-
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I don t know what you mean by stay there forever. I think if we took
control of the government and military from day one we could have made it
honest and professional. If we started with 20 year olds then we d have 40
year olds now. I don t think rolling around there, waiting to get shot or
blown up, and supporting a corrupt government is very good strategy. We
are just incompetent in this area. It requires a British imperialistic,
Indian civil service kind of attitude that Americans of today don t have.
I m very sorry for all those who were harmed because of our incompetence.
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- ' Back to Reality Oh well, DATE to go and I''ll start working again. I''ll be in a new company with a bunch of my friends. It''s not bad, really. It''s a new beginning for me. It was fun while it lasted. Just being at home doing almost nothing was really refreshing. At least I got to recharge my batteries and I''m ready to face what''s going to come on DATE. I''m just glad that I won''t be starting alone not like before. I will be able to start my job with a group of friends and because I have my friends with me, I know that I can do a great job with this new company. Wish me luck! =D '
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TIME Turner PERSON were showing CARDINAL films in honor of actor writer
PERSON ( whose birthday is DATE ) . Cronym has only been dead now for
DATE , but he was an impressive character actor in comedy and in drama .
I was lucky DATE to see the FAC production of THE PETITION a CARDINAL
person play Cronym played with his wife and partner PERSON , and I can
vouch he was a crisp and fine a performer on stage as he was in his
films . Captain PERSON is CARDINAL of the most detestable villains in
motion pictures , turning his prison into a private torture chamber ,
with the apparent acquiescence of his guards ( note PERSON , his
personal guard and assistant ) . He has his way in the prison due to the
weakness of the burned out warden PERSON and the bullying of a political
hack from the Governor's office ( PERSON ) who is impressed by PERSON's
claims of the need for discipline . But as the wise but alcoholic doctor
( PERSON ) points out , while discipline has a place the GPE has never
given an order to PERSON telling him to crucify the prisoners . It's a
rather pitiful prison system we see here , and sad to say it remains a
problem . The warden keeps bemoaning his failure to come to grips with
rehabilitation and punishment , but he has no real suggestions in him ,
and he is really more upset about what he will do when he is forced out
for the rest of his life . The doctor tries to give a degree of humanity
to the prisoners lives ( interestingly enough , like the alcoholic
doctor played by PERSON in MUTINY ON THE BOUNTY ) , but he is aware that
he has no place to work outside the prison he is in either . PERSON , in
fact , taunts him as a surgical butcher , suggesting something he did
went terribly wrong . PERSON and his guards seem to fall into dominating
and assaulting the prisoners at the drop of a hat . When PERSON is
walked into accidentally by Cronym in the lunchroom , PERSON starts
clubbing him until even Cronym points out it was his own fault not
PERSON's . Only at CARDINAL late point in the film , when Cronym is
beating up PERSON in his locked office , do we see some of the guards
react - but none intervene . The film ( well directed by noir specialist
PERSON ) follows DATE of ORG's system before it collapses . There have
been increasing numbers of prisoners dying because Cronym has purposely
put them into unsanitary and deadly work , especially in the main drains
of the prison . CARDINAL prisoner , PERSON , has refused to crack so far
( he has been put in solitary due to a " shiv " being planted on him ,
with the connivance of Cronym and Teal ) . He returns to his cell and
the prisoner who was the collaborator on this is killed later on in a
stunningly good scene in the prison workshop . ORG is determined to
escape and learns from a dying prisoner that there is a route through
the drain . It has to be used in a timed escape that requires a riot in
the prison yard and the use of an armed truck . To coordinate PERSON
need the help of the prison trustee ( PERSON ) , but the latter is up
for parole . ORG plans the escape with his cell mates ( PERSON in his
ORDINAL film , PERSON , PERSON , PERSON , and PERSON ) . In the course
of their discussions they each tell stories about their lives , showing
that the economic forces of the world frequently force them into crime (
GPE embezzles to help him and his wife ; PERSON takes the blame for a
murder his wife - PERSON - committed to help him when he was being
arrested for giving food to the NORP in the war ; PERSON , a colorful
confidence man , is robbed with his own gun of the proceeds of a swindle
and a visit to the gambling tables by an attractive woman who also
steals his car ; ORG has been keeping his crippled , cancer ridden wife
( PERSON ) from knowing he is a criminal and prisoner ) . CARDINAL gets
a feeling that these men did not have to become criminals but were
forced into it . This is the weakness of the film , forgetting how many
criminals in prison deserve to be in prison for their actions . As was
pointed out in another review on this thread , there are sexual
criminals who we never see , and the ones sentenced to death ( the film
is set in DATE ) are never even mentioned . Nor are problems among male
or female prisoners in their own prisons dealing with sexual predators
among their fellow prisoners ( and the guards sometimes ) . However ,
one can safely say that no prisoner deserves a set of guards controlled
by an ego-maniacal sadist like ORG's PERSON . The film was shot shortly
after EVENT , so it is notable that PERSON likes to play NORP music ( so
long established as music for NORP ) in his office . In fact , when he
beats PERSON in his office he has the ORG music playing loudly to drown
PERSON's screams ( oddly enough the music is not from the " RING " Cycle
, but from TANNHAUSER , and it is the " WORK_OF_ART " music which was
supposed to be sensual ! ) . Still the film shows the cruel , power-mad
Captain as an unforgettable villain . He is as aware at the end of ORG's
plans as he can be - but he is also aware of the warning PERSON gives
him - that power mad people end up being destroyed by their power . In
his last few moments ( as one sees in the film ) Captain PERSON does
find out how true this comment is .
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This is a good point and I partially agree. It s true the people who
live there are really the only ones who can make their lives better we
can only help them. That being said, I think we could have controlled
the corruption. I also agree with the other post that it would have been
better had we left Bin Ladin in Tora Bora. There are probably better
ways to ensure our security
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Sora frowned, "Then what do you suggest? I"m trying to do you a solid
here!" She crossed her arms. Despite how angry she was pretending to be,
she was grateful that she did not have to go out in the rain. Basil
shrugged, "I don"t know, I just usually sleep these things out for better
or wetter." he said giving a half smirk at the play on words. "What do you
do when you"re caught in the rain?" he asked figuring he might as well
keep the conversation going. Sora stared out at the rain, her back to
Basil for the time being. She was trusting him not to stab her for the
moment, but then she turned just enough so that she could see him out of
the corner of her eye. Sora smirked at his joke, it was actually kind of
funny. She shrugged, "I try to avoid being caught in the rain. But
otherwise I usually hide under a tree, just as we are now. But I"m not as
affected by the cold as you." "Yeah I suppose you can see it coming,
flying in the sky as you do." He lay his head on his bag, "Why don"t you
sit down there"s no reason to stand by the edge and get wet." he muttered
looking at the huge tree that use to be standing tall and mighty. Sora
shrugged, "Not always, but on occasion I do spot it." She shivered, cold
from the rain. Sora turned back to face him completely, shaking her hair
out one last time. She hunkered down next to Basil, wishing for the rain
to stop. Sora sighed, pulling her knees up to her chest. Did guys sit like
this? She cocked her head, thinking about it. Sora decided they did too.
"What is it?" Basil noticed the occasional head action with a thinking
face. He was trying very hard not to hug the warmer boy next to him. He
was suddenly jealous of warm-blooded people, he wasn"t quite sure why.
Sora"s eyes widened with surprise, "What"s what" She was oblivious of the
fact that she was an open book. Sora was suspicious of the expression on
Basil"s face, but couldn"t quite read it. "What"s with you making all the
strange faces over there, I mean really can"t you deal with your supposed
sworn enemy for a little rainstorm or what?" Sora"s ears reddened, "I"m
not making any strange faces!" She crossed her arms defensively. Sora
sighed, "And here I was thinking you weren"t actually trying to kill me.
Guess I was mistaken." Sora glared at him out of the corner of her eyes.
Basil rolled his eyes Sora was the one that was always making him the
enemy. He yawned still drowsy and slowly closed his eyes. It didn"t take
long for him to fall into a semi conscious sleep. He started to fall over
on Sora"s shoulder. Sora jumped slightly when Basil landed on her
shoulder. She poked his head, he seemed to be asleep. Sora whispered, "Are
you all right there?" She didn"t want to wake him if he was asleep, but
she wanted to make sure he was sleeping not passing out.. He was certainly
cold enough to be the unconscious one. Basil just mumbled something
incoherent. He could hear the question he just couldn"t put it through his
mind to move his mouth at all. He instead continued to sleep giving up the
useless effort of trying to talk while he was already half asleep. Sora
sighed, of course he was asleep. She moved his head to her lap, his was
going to hurt himself sleeping on her shoulder. Basil was freezing,
hopefully the boy would warm up and wake up. Sora leaned her head against
the tree trunk, wondering if she could fall asleep too. Basil muttered
some more, it was odd to know you were dreaming but were unable to do
anything about it. He desperately wanted to get up and go find the nearest
ray of sun. Something his mind told him that was impractical so he slowly
drifted back to sleep for awhile before he was startled awake by rolling
over and falling off of whatever he had been sleeping on. Sora yelped,
jolted from her daze. She grumbled, cracking her neck, "Finally you"re
awake, sleeping beauty. Pray tell, did you sleep well?" Sora crossed her
arms. Basil looked up somewhat sheepishly, "Yeah." he muttered he got up
quickly and stretched which felt good. To his delight it was only
drizzling now which wasn"t as bad as a rainstorm. Sora stood up as well,
looking at the drizzle. It was much better and not as painful looking as
before. She stretched as well, and Basil had had the right idea, it felt
good after sitting still so long. Sora asked, looking around for potential
threats, "So, are we going to get moving or shall we wait out the drizzle.
Personally, I"d want to get out of here before it got worse again." Sora
shrugged noncommittally at the end, just to say she did not really care.
"Alright fine lets go." Basil picked up his bag checking inside to make
sure his china was still okay. Sora sighed, stepping out in the rain. Then
she mentally smacked herself. Sora queried, "Ah, where"re we going Basil?
Just in direction A?" Basil looked down at him, "I was under the
impression that you were leading us." he said after all it was his
suggestion and Basil had already told him he was lost. Sora cleared her
throat, "Right then, I chose this way." She pointed in a direction,
walking that way. Hopefully, this would get them somewhere. Otherwise they
would be lost in the woods forever. "Alright, lead on." Basil was
surprised Sora hadn"t made a withering remark about him following, or any
indication that he wanted him to go away. Sora lead Basil on, really
hoping with all her might that she did not lead them to a band of slave
hunters or something awful like that. Basil would hold it over her
forever. There was a noise somewhere nearby. This resulted in Sora jumping
about halfway to the moon before composing herself. She reached for her
dagger, waiting to see if it was a person or just a woodland creature.
Basil just watched their surroundings trying to pin it down. He figured it
was just a deer or some other woodland creature. He continued on passing
Sora, still calm as ever he wasn"t going to bed the weak one now that is
wasn"t raining. A/N: Hooray another chapter for your...pleasure. Or
something to that end. We still don"t own +anima, but we do own anyone who
appears in this story. Eon: I don"t know how to play manacle . fSora
followed after Basil now, jumpy after the noise. She ran a hand through
her hair; it must have been nothing, just her overactive paranoid mind at
work. Then there were several more noises. Sora whispered, "I"m beginning
to think it"s not a woodland creature." Then a man popped out of the
bushes, how bizarre. Normally, Sora might have laughed, but he was holding
a sword. She reached for a dagger, she knew he was hostile, but was he
just defending himself, or was he trouble? Still, Sora wanted to be
prepared for the worst. Basil tilted his head usually you didn"t try to
pop out of bushes in such a position unless you were looking for a fight
or something worse. While Sora was distracted he looked at the trees for
archers. He suddenly pushed Sora down on the ground. Sora made a sort of
noise between a yell and a growl. She asked, knowing Basil was not a
complete fool, "What, archers or something?" Sora"s face was to the
ground, so now she was relying completely on her ears to tell her what was
going on. Basil nodded silently, looking at an arrow that had bounced off
the scales on his arm. "What do you want?" he asked looking at a man and
keeping an eye on the archers. He wasn"t sure why they attracted so many
situations like this. You would think they could just live peacefully and
put away their differences. The man replied, "To go through these woods
you must pay a tax, but I see you"re +anima. That means your bodies are
worth far more than the tax." Sora sighed; this was just not their day.
Rain and now slave hunters. She would hear about this one later. Sora
tried to lift her head, but Basil still had her to the ground. The archers
seemed to have stopped with the arrows since they were useless on Basil"s
scales. "Is it your daily bush tax or? I mean I really don"t think the
bush looks that valuable enough to tax on." Basil retorted why was
everyone always after +anima? He was getting tired of the same speech of
slavery over and over. The man yelped, "Not on the bush stupid child! To
pass through the forest. The bush was just my ingenious hiding place."
Sora muttered to the dirt, "If you have to say it"s ingenious then it"s
not true." Two men silently crept towards the pair. They tiptoed behind
Basil, although neither could see them. The men sprang, hoping to catch
the two kids off guard. "Anyways you"re only half correct my stupid man.
This boy!" Basil rammed Sora"s head into the ground with his foot so he
couldn"t speak. "Is not a +anima, he is obviously a human. A +anima would
have much better instincts, might even be a bit taller. So here." he
fished in his pockets and tossed a sack of coins in front of the man.
"Since it seems I have no choice I"ll come with you. However I see no
point in bringing this weak human boy along too." he kept Sora"s head
rammed into the ground so he couldn"t speak. Sora made a noise of protest,
but her mouth was forced into the dirt. She tried to wriggle away from the
force of his foot, but then saw that he was actually doing her a favor.
Sora stopped squirming and did her best just to think human. Weak little
human. The man pondered this, picking up the purse. Then an idea occurred
to him. He picked up the purse, tossing it to a minion; the minion stashed
it away in a pocket. Then the men hauled Basil off of Sora and Sora was
hauled off the ground. Sora would have made a snarky comment, but she was
coughing dirt out of her mouth. A/N: My apologies, Eonalis" comment was
deleted here and I felt the need to tell the world in order to explain the
random topic change. Sora muttered, "I don"t think I"m going on a trip."
The man explained, "Human slaves sell too, and now I have your money and
the money I will have from selling that one." Sora growled, but chose to
keep her mouth shut. "No, you have twenty rocks." Basil answered still
smirking. "Have you ever heard of manacle?" he asked the men still showing
his wonderful sharp teeth off. The man"s smile fell off his face, trying
to figure out what the child was talking about. His face furrowed, "Is
that not a children"s game?" The men released the two kids, wondering if
that was a threat of sorts. The teeth worried them and they wanted to get
further away from them. "It"s a game of strategy and light and dark
actually." Basil said trying his best to sound cryptic. "I don"t suppose a
man like you could play and win it." Sora looked at Basil out of the
corner of her eyes, trying to figure out what he was getting at. The man
frowned, "I certainly think I could. But this is not the time; we need to
get a move on." "I"m just saying I don"t think your smart enough to play
it anyways, so you might as well give me back the pieces." Basil said,
obviously the man hadn"t gotten what he meant. He had to say it blunter;
he had a plan of course. The man huffed, his pride hurt, "Hey! I could
definitely beat you. In fact, I challenge you to a game!" Sora suddenly
followed the plan, boy that man was slow. But Basil was wily; another
reason to worry that Basil would kill her. Basil made a face as if he was
surprised, "Oh I suppose so, but what"re you going to put on stake? I mean
I have some money to bet, but you don"t seem to have very successful at
your bush tax scam over here. Do you even have anything of value?" Sora
smirked, keeping watch of the minions. The man crossed his arms, looking
aggravated. He frowned, he really did not have any money, and Basil was
actually correct, much to his chagrin. The man replied, "Well, I suppose
we can play for your freedom." Sora interjected, "Both of us?" The man
sighed, "Yes." "Alright let"s play." Basil pulled a small wooden game
board out of his bag and set it on a tree stump then sat down cross-legged
in front of the man. "Since I"m so generous I"ll let you go first." Sora
wondered how Basil fit all that stuff in his bag. The man sat down too,
crossing his arms as if to prove he was too mature for this game. Sora sat
down next to Basil, not wanting to be too far off. The man slid his piece
along. Basil bumped a couple of his black pieces on the board slowly
making it toward the end of the board. It seemed he had the luck of the
dice. He waited for the man"s next move with great anticipation. Sora
frowned, this game made no sense whatsoever. The man frowned as well, his
expression looking like Sora"s own. He slid along his black piece, bumping
one of Basil"s pieces. The man looked up for their approvals or smirks of
victory. Basil moved his piece over again bumping the man"s piece back to
where it was he brought another piece behind it so he couldn"t bump it
back anymore. The man slid a piece, whacking two of Basil"s pieces. He
really had no idea how this game worked and was just bluffing his way
through. Basil simply moved his opponents pieces off the board, "You
lose." he said simply. The man yelped, "You cheated!" He stood up,
crossing his arms. The man was mad that he lost, although he had no idea
how he lost. Sora stood up, "Then I guess it"s time to go. Pick up your
game." The man snapped his fingers, "Not a chance." Sora frowned; all the
slave traders were the same, always backing out of their deals. A man
lunged at her, but she ducked away from him. Basil shrugged he had figured
something like this would happen, but he had to give it a chance. He
picked up the pieces and his board. Avoiding a punch to the head and put
them in his bag. He decided to punch the dishonest man see what happens
and the likes, that and he had cheated. The man fell back into a tree,
much to Sora"s amusement. The nimble child ducked out of the way of
several men, debating just flying off, and leaving Basil to his own
devices. She decided against it, it was not the best plan. The minions
paused, seeing that their boss had been punched. They looked to each
other, trying to figure out what to do with themselves. One decided it
would be wise to catch the perpetrators. He nodded and all the men set
about to capturing the kids again. Sora sighed, these people. She asked
Basil, "Split up? Or run at random?" "Meh I guess it really doesn"t matter
either way were running away." he kicked one guy in the gut, and started a
quick jog still looking behind him. He wasn"t exactly sure what Sora was
doing behind him. Sora sprinted after him, before suddenly finding herself
on the ground. On of the men Basil had kicked had her ankle. Sora kicked
him in the face, twisting away from a second man. How many men did it take
to catch two kids? Honestly, they were pretty sad. Then, by an unfortunate
twist of fate, they all ganged up on Sora, sending three more men after
Basil. Sora sighed; her plan of running at random was just not going so
well. Basil was caught off guard as he was tackled by three men. He
growled this was hardly the predicament he wanted to be in, especially
after it had been raining. He really didn"t fancy killing anyone either so
he let them drag him off. That didn"t stop him from dragging his feet in
the dark and making it more difficult for them. Sora was hauled off the
ground; she could see Basil being dragged off as well. He certainly was
not at his best after the rain, and he had been ambushed by three men.
Sora herself had no excuse, except she had not had the chance to use her
dagger. She was better at attacking from a distance and dodging strikes or
arrows. The men dragged the two kids into a wagon that they had nearby.
Sora wondered how they had missed that before, it had been behind some
trees as well as being colored the same green as the leaves. Sora sighed,
but settled for coming up with a better plan later. Basil was banged
forcefully into the wagon. Successfully getting more bruises on his body
than he cared to have. He was then blindfolded and chained down brutally.
He wasn"t sure if Sora had escaped the same fate. He didn"t know where his
bag was either. His poor tea pot, he moaned. "Stupid I should have brought
it with me." he sulked. It wasn"t long before the cart started on its way.
"Hello any one else here?" Sora was shoved around as well, although since
she was tiny, they did not shove as hard. Still, she was underweight and
rammed her head on something hard. Sora mad an aggravated noise as she was
blindfolded as well and her arms were chained up. She muttered, "Yeah, if
you chain me up then what"s the point in blindfolding me?" The man kicked
her side. Sora growled, but resigned to silence for fear of receiving
another bruise on her side. Then she heard Basil"s request. Sora replied,
"I"m here, I don"t know if there"s anyone else though." "Lucky me." Basil
sighed, "I don"t suppose you got my saddle bag when we were fleeing?" he
scooted over, using his feet to navigate his way over to Sora. He wondered
where they were going, but was pretty sure it was a slave market. You
think they would run into a new situation like a government testing
facility or something. He sighed, the poor teapot, which was all he was
really mad over though. Sora huffed, "Are you implying something?" She
reached to punch his arm, but remembered her hands were tied. Sora sighed,
that was going to be really annoying before this trip was over. Sora
tilted her head, thinking. She nodded, "I think I had it at some point,
but then when the men tackled me." Sora shrugged, a useless gesture when
they both could not see, still it was a force of habit. She wished that
she could see everything; it was driving her out of her mind not to be
able to see. Sora relied on her sight and right now there could be an
assassin the room with them and she would have no clue. Speaking of which,
where were they going? No doubt a slave market, but she liked to keep an
open mind about the matter. Not that there was an amazing alternative.
"Ugh it"s probably broken then." Basil muttered a particularly large bump
threw him into Sora. He wasn"t sure why he helped out Sora so much if all
they were going to do was get captured or some other tragedy. He hissed
indignantly this was a little embarrassing none to say. Sora made a noise
of surprise when Basil bumped into her, but it was not quite a shriek. She
moved over a slight to compensate for the space he was taking up. Sora
sighed, "Sorry. I"ll spot you a new one." She knew that that teacup was
his life, and felt bad for losing it, even though it was not exactly her
fault. Sora was more than irritated with being caught again; it was like
the two of them were the ultimate trouble magnet, no matter where they
went disaster followed. "Ugh I hate when you"re blind on journeys like
this you never know how far you have to travel." Basil said with a bored
tone of voice, granted he had gone on a lot of journeys like this only to
start an uprising of slaves in the market. He was pretty hopeful that this
next experience would go something like that. Sora nodded, before
realizing he couldn"t see her. She added, "I agree, it"s freaking me out."
Sora leaned her back against the wall, sighing. She was already dreaming
up a plan for escape, but she could not exactly think of one without
knowing where they were going. Sora queried, "Where do you think we"re
headed?" "Some rotten place or another, I haven"t really noticed a
difference whenever I"ve been forcefully kidnapped." Basil remarked
somewhat dryly, "You don"t need to worry about me trying to kill you when
you have all these thugs around." He squirmed a bit, wishing he had
something to past time of their journey hopefully it was quick. Sora
smirked, "Ah, I actually wasn"t thinking you were going to kill me. You"re
hands are chained as well as mine, I think I would hear you soon enough."
Then again, she was in fact chained up as well, so there was not much she
could do to defend herself. Sora sighed; the unknowns were too many and
made her really nervous. She jittered slightly, worrying about just about
everything. Namely, being tied up, how she could not defend herself. "Well
I"m glad that"s decided," he said suddenly the wagon halted to a stop,
throwing him face down on the floor. Another reason why hands were so
useful. "Well I guess this is our destination." Sora shrugged, "Hm." She
wanted to say something, but really had nothing more to say than that.
Sora managed to keep herself upright, although now she was tensed and
ready to go. There were footprints outside, some were the heavy footprints
of thugs, while others were lighter, but Sora could not place exactly what
type of people they were. There were hands around Sora"s face, and then
here blindfold was pulled off. Her eyes were unfocused, from paying close
mind to the sounds. Sora blinked, trying to clear her vision, getting a
view on the situation. There were thugs; the one who pulled off the
blindfold was not a thug though. He was some gangly scholarly looking
person and Sora did not welcome this. Sora looked to Basil, he was still
blindfolded. Basil was slowly dragged off the truck. He flipped his head
back and forth surprised. He dragged his feet into the dirt just incase
they were going to take him somewhere. He was determined to give them the
worst time possible since they had broken his china set, or left it on the
ground somewhere.
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Generally. The only one not happy with the reorganizations was Will. He
had taken the outcome of his last discussion with Robin quite badly, and
would rather die than admit that her ideas had brought forth a big
improvement of their well-being. And now his friends had apparently
deserted him in favor of the girl, all he could do was keep a low
profile and sulk. He grudgingly did the tasks appointed to him, but only
because otherwise he would have both Littles glaring him to death. He
avoided a confrontation though, waiting for the tiniest slip-up on
Robin"s part. Robin, on the other hand, was completely oblivious to
Will"s sentiments. She had been working non-stop on improving camp-life
even more, while also supervising the fighting-classes and listening to
people"s suggestions and problems. It turned out that of all people, she
was the most approachable for that sort of thing. Ever since that one
afternoon, now commonly referred to as the "Turnaround", Robin was
considered the unofficial leader of the community, along with John
Little. Wulf had been approached as well but was very reluctant, and
eventually settled for being an advisor when asked. He ended up doing a
lot of work in the background, and Robin and John didn"t know what they
would ever do without him. As autumn wore on, the changes in the Forest
area became noticeable. An increasing number of patrols returned to the
city to report that the villages were strangely deserted. At first, the
Sheriff didn"t pay any attention to it. It was only when it was time to
collect the monthly taxes, that he became concerned: he needed that
money to bribe the barons. When the fourth patrol returned without any
money with them, George exploded. "What do you mean: "No one there"?!
Those bloody peasants can"t just have vanished, now can they?!' The poor
soldier was positively trembling with fear, knowing what happened to men
who infuriated the Sheriff. "N-no, Milord... b-but th-' "Then where have
they gone, you insignificant fool, where?!' The poor man took a deep
breath, and mustered all his courage before stammering: "Th-there"s this
rumour, you see, about the Forest,' taking George"s silence as
encouragement, he continued, "they say that groups of people have
entered it, and haven"t returned. Entire villages going in, and none
ever coming back.' The Sheriff had got his temper back under control,
and asked in a dangerously calm voice: "And do you also know why?' The
soldier seemed to shrink under the eye of his commander, and could only
whisper. "Th-they say it"s because of the ghosts... and the hooded
woman.' George raised his eyebrows. "The hooded woman?' He furiously
hoped the man wouldn"t say the answer he dreaded. He hoped in vain.
"Y-yes, Milord. The woman who you wanted captured almost two months ago.
They say she"s luring everyone in there, seeking her revenge... No one
knows who she is.' The soldier shuddered at the thought. George tried to
keep his breathing leveled, while he sought a way out of this ridiculous
mess. He hadn"t failed to notice the man"s superstitious fear of the
Locksley wench. He sorted his thoughts, and finally answered the still
trembling man before him. "First of all, we do know her name, and there
is nothing about her that you should be afraid of, you superstitious
fool. She is Robin of Locksley, who failed to pay her debts and thus has
become an outlaw. So she is still in the Forest, you say? And gathering
allies? Well, we"ll see who has the last laugh...' he trailed of, but
continued with renewed force, directing his speech anew to the soldier.
"Captain, I want you to issue a search for this woman. Take a patrol and
enter the Forest, do everything you must to find her, but bring her to
me alive. Is that understood?' "Yes, Milord! At once!' The soldier
jumped into action, relieved that he was at least going to live out this
day. When he had left, George had begun pacing. So she thought she was
smart, didn"t she? Hiding in a Forest believed to be haunted, gathering
men... this could actually prove to be quite fun, he thought. But the
problem of money still remained. With each passing day the barons were
getting more and more restless because of the imminent return of the
Lionheart, and money was needed more than ever to appease their worries.
And there was also a second reason for haste; Prince John had also
started to entertain the thought of becoming king. Even though George
had a head start on gaining the barons" favour opposed to the
weak-minded Prince, said Prince"s title was practically perfect for
becoming king. Luckily for the Sheriff, the Prince was even more cruel,
perverted and disturbed than he was, so he was even less popular with
the people than the Sheriff - if that were possible. So, though not that
urgent yet, those issues were enough to make George act fast. Having
finally decided what to do, he walked to the heavy doors of his main
hall, and yelled through them up the stairs: "Guy!! Get down here!' Not
long after, his solemn looking cousin appeared in the doorway. "You
called, cousin?' "Yes", said George, who had returned to his desk, "I
need you to do something for me.' Grateful that he hadn"t lost his life
during his audience with the Sheriff, the captain acted out his given
orders immediately. He would not waste a chance at getting on the
Sheriff"s good side. He started with having posters hung up in
Nottingham and the surrounding towns, portraying a woman wearing a
hooded cloak - who didn"t even look remotely like Robin - and written
underneath it: "Robin Hood. Whoever can bring her to the Sheriff alive
shall receive 100 gold pieces." The captain apparently hadn"t remembered
Robin"s real last name, and so had named her after her appearance. Since
no one questioned it, the name soon took flight and was heard often in
market conversations. Secondly, the captain assembled a patrol for an
excursion into a certain Forest. It was hard to find any volunteers for
this, as none of the soldiers were very keen on entering Sherwood. Every
last one of them believed in the ghost stories. Eventually, the captain
ended up on using the ever-successful technique of "force-volunteering",
and managed to gather a grand total of eight men. He thought this to be
enough to catch one girl. Quite satisfied with himself, he informed the
Sheriff that he was leaving on the search for Robin Hood. The patrol
rode out of Nottingham at a swift pace, and reached the Forest by
midday. The soldiers had been laughing and joking loudly during the
journey, but when they came to the Forest"s border, not a sound was
being made and none of them were smiling. Even the captain, so eager to
please the Sheriff, hesitated at the Forest"s forbidding atmosphere.
They stood there a while, until the captain cleared his throat. "Well
men, in we go. Just keep your eyes open, and be alert at all times.
Maybe there aren"t any ghosts, but there are other things in there.'
Ignoring the remarks the ghost-believers behind him made, he spurred on
his horse to follow the main road leading into the Forest. He hoped he
would not have to leave it. The small group had penetrated the Forest
quite deep, when finally they heard a noise. It was immediately followed
by a flying arrow, aimed to land just in front of the captain"s horse"s
feet. It reared, and the man was barely able to keep his balance. Within
the second, his men had pulled out their crossbows and were looking
around for the offending archer. Then, the far end of a bow descended in
front of the captain"s face, and started pulling at the badge on his
vest proclaiming his rank. Startled, he tried to grab bow, but was only
rewarded with a light tap on the nose and rich laugh coming from above
him. Only then did he and his men have the wit to look above rather than
around themselves. Sitting on the branch over the captain"s head was a
young person, with red hair just past the shoulders and dressed in
greens and browns. On their face was a huge grin. The captain made his
horse retreat a bit to get himself out of his vulnerable position and to
get a better view of his attacker. He could now see it was a woman
sitting on the branch, and he realized he must be looking at none other
than Robin Hood. Before he could utter a word, the girl leaned backwards
and somersaulted to the ground, landing smoothly on her feet. She
straightened, and smiled pleasantly at the captain. "Who are you, and
what brings you into our Forest?' The man regained the control over his
tongue, and tried very hard to be intimidating. "I"m the Sheriff"s
captain, and I"m ordered to arrest you, Robin Hood.' To his dismay, the
girl chuckled. "Robin Hood? So you came up with that name! I"ve seen the
posters you made too. Tell me, am I really that hideous?' The captain
didn"t answer that question, for the last thing he could do was to tell
an outlaw that she was quite pretty, actually. Instead, he sought to
scare her again. "If you do not come with us willingly, we will have to
use force. And trust me, you wouldn"t want that.' Robin shook her head.
"Sorry, but I"m not going to come willingly, nor am I about to trust
you. I suggest you save yourself the effort and go back to where you
came from.' "That is out of the question,' the captain said, and on his
gesture, the soldiers aimed their crossbows at her, "if I must, I will
have you crippled to ease our return to Nottingham. Be sure that I will
not hesitate.' Robin merely smiled, and a voice erupted from the side of
the road: "Ye don"t want to be doin" tha" mate.' With that, a curtain
made of a net with leaves attached to it, bordering the road, fell down.
It revealed a group of fourteen men, all aiming their longbows at the
soldiers. A very tall, bushy-haired man stepped up to stand next to
Robin, smirking triumphantly behind his beard. "Lower your weapons, if
you value your lives.' Robin said. When the soldiers had hastily
complied, she stepped forward to the captain. The tall man eyed the
captain warily, daring him to try anything. Robin beckoned the soldier
to her and softly said to him: "Return to Nottingham with your men, and
tell the Sheriff that if he wants to catch me, he will have to send
something better than your little patrol. I must say that I find this a
bit insulting. Tell him also, that his horrible deeds will not go
unpunished. Before the Lionheart returns and gives him a trial, he
better watch his back, for we"ll be there to make him pay for what he"s
done.' She retreated with a smile on her face, but he could the
determination it harboured. Before he could answer her, the bushy-haired
man cut him off. "Off ye go then! And don"t come back!' He then brought
down his arm, and his group fired a warning at the soldiers. The least
brave of them turned their horses and fled, immediately followed by
their colleagues and their captain. They rode out of the Forest like
madmen, with arrows following them and laughter ringing in their ears.
They didn"t slow down for anything until they reached the city, and only
then did the captain realize that the bloody woman had stolen his
captain"s badge. He slammed shut the doors of the stable angrily, and
steeled himself for the report he was about to give to the Sheriff. His
lord would not be happy. Hours later, the captain fell onto his bed with
pain coursing through his entire body. The Sheriff had not been mild
with his punishment, but luckily for the soldier, he had not been in the
mood to kill either. When the captain had told his tale and had conveyed
Robin"s message, George had released a furious beating on his back,
accompanied by a colourful string of curses the poor soldier had never
heard before. When he had calmed down enough, George had thought
everything over, and had told the captain to get up and clean himself.
He was the one who had come closest to Robin Hood, and though it didn"t
mean much yet, it was the only tool at their disposal. He was now in
charge of all expeditions into the Forest concerning her, but he didn"t
know whether he was to be happy with this promotion or not. In another
part of town, the eight soldiers were sitting in a tavern, getting very
drunk. To everyone who wanted to listen, they told the story of their
mission. Apparently, they hadn"t registered it was a camouflage-curtain
falling down, and so they were now telling an outrageous tale about
Forest giants appearing out of nowhere whenever they wanted, girls
falling out of trees and mysteriously flying arrows. This story appealed
very much to people"s imagination, and by the following morning everyone
in and around Nottingham had heard it, or at least one of the
uncountable versions. It even traveled to Locksley, where a slightly
worried Sarah laughed at the things her mistress had supposedly done,
things she very much hoped were just gossip. But she did welcome these
stories, as they told her Robin wasn"t dead or captured. As long as that
was still the case, she wouldn"t allow herself to get overly worried.
Back in Sherwood Forest, no one knew about the legend being created
about them. They were just happy to have won the first confrontation,
and were already preparing for the next, which they knew would
undoubtedly come. The rebellion was official. N/A: Next chapter will be
from Robin"s point of view again, and I think it will include some more
of Will and his issues. I am not going to reveal anything about a
romance yet, but I can say that Will is not kin to Robin. I"m thinking
up this story as I go, and I"m not sure yet who Robin is going to fall
for. Anyhoo, a happy and prosperous 2005 for everyone, and let"s hope
that the people in south-east Asia can more or less pick up their lives
again. N/A: I finally have proof that people don"t read my story once
and then cast it aside! I can"t believe I"m on the author watch of 5
people! To some of you, that may seem laughable, but to me it"s really
something. I can"t seem to be able to stop smiling, my family says it"s
quite disturbing. I"ll just ignore them, ne? miz greenleaf: Wow, you
sure review fast! I"m glad you like the story, though I doubt I"m worth
the praise you give me (It still feels great though ;)). I"ll try to
update faster, but I don"t dare to make any promises... Chapter eleven:
Musings The men"s serious air vanished at the hasty retreat of the
Nottingham soldiers. They were reluctant to admit that they had been
nervous, and the only way they now showed it was through their loud
laughter. Some sent a few arrows flying after the fleeing riders, while
others hung the curtain back up for future use. After erasing all signs
of the encounter, the group leisurely walked back to the Tree-village.
While the men were joking and laughing amongst themselves, John was
talking in hushed tones with Robin. "I still think ye took a huge risk
by steppin" up to "em alone. They could"ve shot ye before ye had time te
say "boo"! And comin" within whisperin" distance with tha" bloke up
front wasn"t what we"d rehearsed either. What were ye thinkin", Robin!'
It was obvious that underneath his gruff demeanor, John had been very
worried for her. During the time she"d been with them, he had grown to
like her very much. Robin blushed a bit at being told off, but wasn"t
about to go down without a fight. "Firstly, we didn"t "rehearse"
anything. There wasn"t enough time for that after the warning - remind
me that we improve our look-out system - and I just followed my
instincts. Secondly, I thought it would be smart to make sure that the
Sheriff knows he can"t scare us that easily. To be frank, it irked me
that he only sent eight cowardly soldiers and a pansy-ass captain to
stop us. Can you blame me for being a tad bit disappointed after all the
effort we put into this?' John shook his head. "Personally, I"m happy it
was so small a patrol. Yer right when ye say we weren"t prepared enough.
Think of what would"ve happened if their force had been more impressive?
"T would"ve been a bloodbath. Now we know there"s still room for
improvement, and let"s hope that despite your challengin" the Sheriff
there"ll still be enough time to do just that.' He looked at her
defeated-looking face, and clapped a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, don"t
look so glum, I"m not sayin" ye screwed up. But ye have to know that
there"s a difference between bravery and bein" rash. Yes, in my opinion
we have to be cautious, but that doesn"t mean we"re cowards. You least
of all.' Robin perked up a bit at his words but scolded herself mentally
anyway, for she had once again forgotten that what she was doing was
dangerous. She realized now that she had been so caught up in preparing
a rebellion, that she had allowed her imagination to run free again. She
had unconsciously pictured an entertaining and glorious battle - much
like the tales of heroes she had been told before going to bed during
her childhood - and had failed to separate fairytales from reality. She
sternly told herself she had to get serious if she ever wanted all of
this to work, and that at this point she could not afford to be fooling
around, lest it cost her the good outcome of the rebellion. After
steeling her resolve one last time, she set her thoughts on how to
improve the apparently failing look-out system. For the rest of the
journey, Robin was too preoccupied to keep much of a conversation going
with John. He didn"t mind, since he figured she had a lot to think
about, and he didn"t want to pry. Instead, he joined the men in their
boisterous conversation, firing jokes at each other. The atmosphere in
the village at their return was one of both anticipation and
apprehension. Anticipation because they wanted to see if all their
planning and training had been worth it, and apprehension because there
was always the possibility that something had gone wrong. Many people
had gathered to witness the return of the patrol, and quite a few were
now checking if anyone was missing. But all their worries vanished when
the patrol came close enough for the onlookers to see their big grins
and hear the bantering going on between them. The group was greeted very
enthusiastically, and while the men were telling the others all about
their - grossly exaggerated - adventure, Robin hung to the back a bit
and tried to spot both Wulf and Wat the cook. The latter came into her
view first, and she signaled him she wanted to talk. "Aye, Robin?' He
asked, just as cheerful as the others. "what can I do for ye?' "Ask all
the women to help you prepare as big a feast as we can afford. I want to
celebrate our first victory.' Wat looked delighted at the prospect, and
nodded energetically. "Right-o Robin! You"ll be in for a treat the
tonight!' And with a last wink, he departed to mobilize his squad of
kitchen-queens. With that taken care of, Robin continued to try and spot
Wulf, and was finally rewarded with the sight of a familiar mop of messy
brown hair. She meandered through the vast mass of people that separated
her from Wulf, and finally managed to get his attention. "I was
wonderin" where ye were hidin". Wulf greeted her with his trademark
grin. "Not feelin" like joinin" the festivities?' Robin chuckled. "Not
yet anyway, there are some things I need to take care of. That"s where
you come in.' "Oh?' Wulf raised an eyebrow in question. "And what could
be so important that it can"t wait until after the feast?' "The fact
that, as your father pointed out to me, we were very badly prepared and
quite lucky that the Nottingham patrol was only small.' Wulf"s eyes
widened in surprise. Now it was Robin"s turn to raise an eyebrow. "You
didn"t believe all those fantastical stories they are telling, did you?'
Wulf blushed. "No, of course not. Never believed them.' He shook his
head a bit to forcefully, and Robin chuckled again. "You are the worst
liar I"ve ever seen. Now come, we have a scouting system to improve.'
And before he could protest, she pulled him with her to their
headquarters. On their way to the large tree house that was set up as
their headquarters for all coordination, the pair ran into Will. He had
for some reason not been present at the gathering, and was only now
moving towards the noises that indicated a party was in the making.
Robin intended to move past him without seeking a confrontation, as she
had done ever since the Turnaround, but Will wasn"t so accommodating.
"I"d have thought you would enjoy a party that"s given in your honour,
Milady, but it seems you"re looking for someplace more calm for your
"activities".' Will was smirking suggestively between her and Wulf, and
when the bushy-haired boy began to blush, Will"s smirk only increased.
Robin eyed him coldly. If he wanted a fight, he could certainly get one.
"For your information, that party is to celebrate our first victory. But
you wouldn"t know that, since you obviously weren"t invited, were you?
And as for where we"re going, that isn"t of any importance to you. So
just scamper off now, and go see if anyone is willing to share some food
with you.' Not waiting for Will to answer, she pushed past him roughly,
gesturing for Wulf to follow her. She didn"t see how Will opened his
mouth to shout something after her, then thought the better of it and
continued towards the party, his shoulders tensed and his back rigid.
- >-
It's a pity that they didn't coin 'the empathetic gene' instead... the
world might be a better place...
- >-
Agrias had fallen, he Chocobo was on top of her and her sword was
missing, fallen somewhere. Two Goblins were on their way towards her,
stopping to check the two knights the bomb had hit. Agrias knew she
didn"t have much time, but the pain in her chest and shoulders was
unbearable. She could feel a sticky cold wetness on the back of her
hair. She drew herself up, ignoring the dark red blood that was dyeing
her hair and sat up. She couldn"t feel her legs, they were still beneath
the Chocobo, and she couldn"t find her sword. But one of the fallen
knights was close by, and his gun had fallen. For the first, and last,
time in her life she felt glad of Leo Cyneburga and his order that all
Black Sheep should carry the guns Mustadio had built for them. And she
was also glad that Leo had planted one of the Black Sheep in her own
brigade, because it saved her life. She drew the gun up, it was a
struggle to reach it, but she did. One of the Goblins now saw her moving
and made his way over her, but she blasted off a round of the gun into
its face, knocking it back. It didn"t kill it, but it harmed it well
enough that it and its partner drew back. Another Knight with them, who
was still alive, stood up with his sword drawn and charged at the
Goblins. They turned, one grabbing him by his back and the other
breaking his neck. The Knight fell, but not before sticking his sword
into the one holding his back. Agrias let off another round from the gun
into the wounded goblin that she shot before, this time it fell down
dead. Cid was close by, still in the midst of battle, two more Goblins
dead at his hand. Agrias wanted to help, but at that moment it all went
dark and she passed out, as she heard Cid crying "Master of all swords,
Cut Energy!" and with that everything went black. His name was Warin
Guerino, a guard in Goug Machine City. He was a Black Sheep knight in
charge of watching "The Dome" as it was called, where Mustadio and his
father worked. Worker 8 was really the guard, but the Black Sheep kept
order whenever it wasn"t such a big deal that an eight food robot was
needed. When the meteor hit, half an hour ago, he had been across town.
Now he was here. His bow was at his side, but what could he do? Six
guards were already dead when they went to see what happened, Warin
could see their bodies. There were many Black Mages. And a few Time
Mages too. There was also a gang of thieves, who went into the dome and
came out minutes later with odd machines and metal things. Then they
carried it off on Chocobo back. Where to, he didn"t know. He quickly
scuffled down a path, up a stepladder, and was now sitting on a small
mound of rich brown earth, not far above the top of the dome. He could
see the hole where the spell hit. The iron was broken and it was still
burning with fire and smoke. The metal was melting and falling over. And
he could see a body... it was Mustadio, or his father, he didn"t know
which one. One of them was dead. It was horrible seeing it. He raised
his bow, took aim and thought about it. If he shot at them, they"d find
him and kill him. If he didn"t, Leo Cyneburga would probably kill him
for losing Mustadio"s workshop to these thieves. He sighed. At least
this way he knew he was doing the right thing. He aimed it and was ready
to fire when a sound caught his ears. He turned and looked into a man"s
face. Before he had time to even cry out, a sword pierced his side and
he fell down the hill with a thud. The man was cloaked all in black;
even his eyes were pitch as night. Thanatodin he was, Head of Lucavi"s
Hand. "Be careful you fools! You missed a guard." He said in a cold and
high pitched voice. "Now hurry and find the forwarder! I want that
machine found! And the Zodiac Stone that powers it, as well. Now!"
Aeris, the flower-girl who lived in Zarghidas" slum was walking down the
street, selling flowers. She lived in these slums, where flowers were
scarce, with her mother. And of course Cloud, her . . . what was he? She
could have said friend, or bodyguard, or boyfriend. The man never talked
enough for her to really know. But she felt safe around him. Like . . .
She couldn"t think anymore about Cloud, she was near the bad area. All
of the slums were bad, but she was near the real bad part. And it was
nighttime, and it was worse at night. Before he came she never went this
way, it was nothing but thieves and murderers and rapist and war
criminals hiding out. She hated it. It was a quick way to her house, and
now that Cloud was here she could go that way. Yet she never felt quite
safe. As she was walking by she caught sight of a monk, a new one in
town, who was eyeing her. She hated it when new thugs moved in. They
usually found out that Aeris was out-of-bounds, and some spiky headed
freak would show up and cause a lot of trouble if they messed with her,
but not always. "Hey baby." She caught a smug and cold voice behind him.
With a sigh she kept walking, but it came again. The cat calls again.
Where was Cloud? She needed him right now. She hated seeing him fight
with them, but she needed him. "Yo" Dav, don"tcho go messin" wi"h her,
she got some hell" ova boyfriend." "Shut up. You t"ink I"m "fraid o"
some sh"t like that?" Aeris started moving faster, and so did the cat
calls and footsteps. This new guy didn"t get the message yet. He would.
Cloud would come save her. He always would. She could feel him behind
him, closing in. "C"mon baby, why don"tcho come over "ere" Aeris closed
her eyes, afraid of what could happen. She started moving faster, but
she could feel his hand now on her shoulder. She stopped moving. The
man"s hands were now on her back, moving down . . . "Argh!" The man fell
over, not quite dead, but he was bleeding something awful. Cloud reached
down and wrapped one of his gloved fist around the man"s bony throat.
"Leave her alone." He said in a quiet and chilling voice. The man was
making gargling sounds and Aeris had enough. "Cloud, he didn"t do
anything. Don"t kill him." "He tried to do something." "But he didn"t.
Cloud . . ." The gold haired man let his gloved hand open and drop the
man. He turned and look at some of the others sitting around looking at
them. "Get lost." And Cloud put a protective arm around Aeris and
started walking away towards her house, a happy smile on her face. . .
Notes: Much shorted than I thought it would be. Sorry about that. But I
wanted to finish by tonight so *Shrugs* More coming soon. Also, as much
as I screwed with Agrias and Mustadio in the last couple chapters I
couldn"t end on a sour note, so I added the Cloud/Aeris bit at the end.
Anyway, I"ll work on Chapter three today, should have it up sometime
late tonight or early tomorrow morning. Anyway, next chapter I might
introduce a couple of my original characters, so bear with me. I have to
have some, too many people died in FFT for me to not use originals.
Anyway, have a nice day folks, more coming soon. Oh! I almost forgot, I
also have a FF sprite comic, using FF1, 2, 3 and such sprites. I haven"t
found a host site yet, so if anyone knows some free or cheap hosting
sites that I could use to get my comic online, it"d help. * Symbol of
Lucavi, they didn"t don the actual symbol of Lucavi, only a large black
banner with a blue fist, covered in blood. It isn"t the true symbol of
Lucavi, but has become one. The reason for this is I don"t know Lucavi"s
true symbol, as it wasn"t talked about in Tactics. Final Fantasy
Tactics: Bitter Blood By King Salad Chapter One Reason: Mild Bad
Language, Violent Content. Summary: Five Years after FFT. Ramza and Alma
are living on a farm, in the farthest corner of Ivalice, they"re happy
and have many new friends, but when a Odd Cult kidnaps the newborn
princess and injures Delita, he sends for his old friend once more...
*SPOILERS* Author"s Notes: Just for the record, Ramza won"t be showing
up until much later on. The summary kind of sucks but I think it works
well enough. I"m gonna start making the chapters much longer, but I am
only 15 so give me a break, ok? ... Sorry I just had trouble in the past
for making them so short and wanted to give you a heads up. Chapter I
Growing Shadows Episode 03: Sorrow Before Sunrise Cardinal Romia was
sixty-one years old, his hair was long and silver gray and he was a
dangerous man. Head of Glabados Church, his job was to hunt Heretics.
Heresy was a problem. It was a horrible one. Heretics were overrunning
the city, and Lucavi"s Hand was the worst of them. Romia wasn"t evil, he
wasn"t Funeral, he wasn"t the High Priest whom had been behind the Lion
Wars, he wasn"t a dark man. He was a devoted one. He would kill the
Church"s enemies, and right now heretics were the enemy. "Cardinal, Mr.
Durai is here to see you." Romia looked up; he had been in his library.
A vast room of brick in the capital Murond Church, full of many rows of
oak bookshelves and many leather bound books on them. He sat at a desk,
a long red quill in his hand as it wrote across the papers. "The son of
the Archduke, Orlandu?" Romia was taken by surprise. Many of his spies
in Orlandu"s courts had given word that Olan Durai was always snooping
around about the High Priest Funeral and the Lion Wars. Romia kept an
eye on him, making sure nothing could happen. "Yes sir, he says it"s
important." Romia nodded to the Knight and he disappeared through the
open door, Romia returned to his notes and in a few moments the High
Priest heard the door open again. The Knight bowed low and vanished
again. "Cardinal." "Lord Durai, what a surprise." The old man looked up;
the youth looked into his eyes. Romia had been on in the Plot before; he
was a powerful priest in those days. But he had never taken part in it
other than hearing of it from Funeral. "Is it?" Durai said coldly. He
looked up and shook his head at the old man, with a bitter chill in his
eyes. "Do you know what this is, Romia?" "Father Romia." " Do you know
what this is, Romia." Durai had dropped a large brown book bound in
leather. On the cover read The History of the War of the Lions as told
by the Priest of Glabados Church. Inside the front cover was a list of
all the priest who had been part of writing it, and the name on top of
the list was Preston Romia. "I hope I know what it is, I wrote most of
it." The High Priest said, he wasn"t amused by Durai and he was afraid
he knew where this was going. "Cardinal . . . I think my copy may be
missing some pages." "Oh? Romia was right, he knew where this was going.
His cold black eyes met Durai"s own and they met an understanding. There
were no missing pages, and they both knew it. "You see Cardinal, I have
been looking through this book, for a name. And it"s not here. Perhaps
one of the younger writers messed up--" "I, Olan, wrote the words in
that book, based on my fellow Priests notes. You mean I messed up. Which
I did not." Olan picked the book back up and flipped to a page near the
back. He then closed it and slammed it down on the desk with such a loud
noise one of the Knights outside opened the door to check. "Ramza
Beoulve isn"t mentioned once in all one thousand seven hundred and forty
two pages of this book, Cardinal. You have the names of everyone else,
even bartenders, but Ramza Beoulve isn"t mentioned." Romia stood up,
drawing himself tall. His long silver hair fell down his shoulders.
"Ramza Beoulve, if I am not mistaken, is a heretic and a war criminal.
Why should he--" "Ramza Beoulve ended the Lion War and killed the person
behind it, St. Ajora Glabados." The Priest was already on his feet, but
now he raised a lone silver bell up near his head. It was a warning bell
to the Knights. Olan stopped speaking at once, if that bell was wrong
it"d be the end of his life. "Speaking ill of St. Ajora Glabados is a
crime greater than speaking ill of the King or Crown. You are a heretic
sir. If not for my great respect for your adopted father you would be
dead. If ever you utter any ill words of St. Ajora I will personally
light the fire that ends your life." Olan turned around and bashed his
way through the door. The Knights on either side stared in amazement as
he huffed off. Romia then took his way out of the library himself, up
the stairs and into the room of Priest Giolla. The Priest looked up at
the Cardinal and put down the book he had been reading. Giolla was
sitting at a table, an old red leather book in his arms. "Yes my old
friend? Can my aid be required?" Romia closed the door and gave a heavy
sigh. "Giolla, when I took this job I swore to myself and to God that I
wouldn"t abuse my power like the former High Priest did." "A wise
choice." Giolla said, staring at his old friend with hurt eyes. If Romia
was going back on his promise before God this had to be big. "Olan Durai
is going to expose us, Giolla. The Church isn"t run by greed and power
any longer, but if the people of Ivalice find out the truth, that the
Lion War was nothing but a toy for the Priest to gain power . . . we"ll
be ruined." "You are going to kill him, Romia?" The other elder Priest
asked. The High Priest nodded slowly. "I need to be forgiven Giolla. I
cannot forgive my own sins. Will you my friend?" Giolla stood and
embraced his friend with a strong hug. "Before I can forgive you, old
friend, you must commit the sin. But yes, when you do, I will." Word had
not yet reached King Delita of what happened in Goug, but word that
Agrias Oaks and Thunder god Cid were on their way to Rat Cellar without
an order from the crown. Agrias was a Hokuten, not a Black Sheep. She
had no business at Rat Cellar, and as for Orlandu, well he had duties as
an archduke. Delita had sent at once for Leo Cyneburga, but found he was
no longer in Igros or even nearby. Where had he vanished to? Delita
didn"t have time to ponder this; he had to find out what Oaks was up to.
Oaks had always been a problem. She hated Delita; she hated the idea of
what he did to become King. It wasn"t her place but he knew she hated
him and she knew he knew. Delita"s boots fell on the marble floor making
an echoing noise that was heard all throughout the halls. He stopped at
his daughter"s room. He looked inside, there was Ovelia slumped over on
the crib. He walked over to her and put his arm on her back. "Ovelia,
wake up. Come on back to bed." He shook her silky smooth skin lightly
and at first thought she must be deep in sleep. He shook her again and a
third time but she still didn"t wake up. He reached his hand down and
lifted her up off the crib, her eyes were closed. He shook her again and
heard a clang of metal fall onto the floor. He looked down to see a
knife fall onto the floor, writhed in deep crimson juice. It took him a
moment to understand before he realized that she was gone away from him
forever. Yes, he used her, but part of him loved her. He had meant it
those many days ago when he said he"d die for her. Die... He kissed her
creamy lips one last time and then dropped the body in shock. The crib!
He hadn"t noticed before, finding Ovelia dead, a knife falling from a
wound under her breast, but now he saw it. Sarah was gone. Gone. His
wife dead and his daughter gone. "Teta..." Agrias was lying on her back
now, the bleeding had stopped, thankfully, and she could see in her left
eye. The right one had blurry shapes, but it would get better. "I
salvaged, I couldn"t find any Hi-Potions among the bodies. Only the
Potion I gave you before." Orlandu spoke as he sat back down. An hour
had passed since the ambush, Agrias had slept most of it away, dreaming
memories, memories of sitting around a fire while Ramza talked about
Delita and they discussed ways to save Ovelia while Gafgarion and Rad
talked to themselves. That had been the beginning of an adventure that
was still going on. Orlandu had woken her up, giving her a potion to
keep the pain away and keep her healthy. He had been wounded, his arm
still broken, as only one potion was found. She could walk again, or so
she thought, Cid gave her the only potion because both her legs were
broken by the Chocobo. "Where to Cid?" Agrias had always spoken formally
to the old man. He was so much like Sir Oaks, her father, for one thing.
She felt like her was some favorite uncle of hers. And secondly, well
after what had happened with Altima, no one there cared of rank or class
when around one another. "Gariland is closest. We"ll never reach the
desert in this condition, unless we find a Priest or even a Chemist out
here in the forest." Agrias sighed and cursed, forgetting all dignity.
She had recovered her sword, which was good because she was unused to
fighting with the gun she found. The forest was dark, filled with old
trees of names which are long forgotten, great trunks of brown and red
with leaves of yellow and green. The trees were so tall and so thick of
branch and dense of leaves that no sunlight could get through, and being
the night it was almost impossible to see Cid thought he was only a few
feet away. This was life, or so Agrias Oaks believed. After the war all
had become different for her. Upon their return, she and Cid were
arrested at once for "heresy" and taken before Cardinal Romia. As were
Mustadio and the rest who appeared that late day when all of them (Save
Ramza and Alma) returned. The Cardinal, who was of course in on the High
Priest Plot, had also learned off from Zalmo of the Heretic Beoulve and
his group. It all went uphill then. Romia ordered to know what had
happened to the heretic Beoulve, but before any of them told him King
Delita himself appeared at the Glabados Church and after a heavy talk
that Agrias had not heard, they were freed. Cleared of all charges of
heresy and murder, and given jobs. Oddly enough all of the jobs they
were given benefited Delita. Agrias hated him, but Ovelia had told her
one night that she had married him for love, not because he made her.
Agrias didn"t know if he believed the Queen, but if Ovelia said so, then
she"d believe her. For now anyway. "Agrias." She was brought out of her
memories as Orlandu spoke again, the old man now was prodding at his arm
that had been broken with a long knife. "We"ll have to move, you up for
a travel tonight or another few hours of rest?" Agrias didn"t speak, not
right away anyway. She was tired and near death, if that potion had not
been found she would have slipped off into blissful eternal slumber, but
she was alive and in such pain. Moving out was smarter, who knows when
the Goblins would be back. Of course rest would be a great help to her
injured body. "We should move to Gariland now, Cid, we have to." Idris
Brennus was only twenty-four years old, and he had been even younger
when he became the Lieutenant to Leo Cyneburga. Shortly after the war
Ovelia gave birth to a son while she was at Beltha Garrison, while on
her way back to Igros the carriage was attacked. Her guards were
slaughtered by the assassins, save only Idris who was able to get the
queen away from the carriage. Her son was saved too, but a week later he
died anyway, the cause has yet to be found. Despite this, Idris was made
Chief Lieutenant of the Black Sheep. When the Goblins began invading the
cities around Sweegy Wood, Cyneburga put Idris in charge of finding
their base. After weeks of battle in the Wood he learned of Rat Cellar
and the old Death Corps base the Goblins were now using. Idris had been
at the siege with Leo and his friend Roland Bedivere when it began, and
when Cyneburga had road back to Igros, Idris was in charge. He was now
of the siege. Three days after Leo left, around the same time that
Agrias Oaks the Hokuten and his boss Leo Cyneburga had their argument,
he decided to lead an attack squad around back. And so the Dragoon
Lancer had done so, he and his squad, which was made of two knights, an
archer and a chemist. They moved quickly around back and closed in on
the upper floors of the building. Several Goblins and the mysterious
mages were waiting, and they appeared to be arguing. Idris had moved
close to hear. The Goblins spoke in their own language, but the Mages
seamed to understand. They however spoke in the common tongue. "We"re
not going out there again, too many archers. It takes to long to charge
our spells before they get their arrows at us." The Goblin chief, Idris
thought it looked like a chief being larger and darker than the others,
grunted in it"s own horrible language but the mage stood by his
decision. Idris could see them arguing, perhaps the mages and the
goblins would kill each other. If the Goblins fought the mages at these
close ranges, they"d win. And then the Black Sheep could swarm them
without fear of magic. It all looked like it was going perfect, until a
second goblin, also tall and dark of skin like the leader, entered and
spoke of two warriors in the forest who they had tried to kill, but had
slaughtered seven of their warriors. Were these two in the forest Black
Sheep? Or Hokuten? Or Shrine Knights maybe? Before Idris could do
anything else, several Goblins turned his way. It was then that Idris
learned that he and his squad was sneaking towards them using their own
escape route into the forest. The Goblins stopped in their tracks for a
second and stared at the group of Black Sheep. And then with a snarl the
goblins charged . . . Author"s Notes: Well, I have it up later than I
thought, only because I didn"t originally plan on the Idris part which
took some time to write, and because I had other things to do. I just
felt I should add some more. As for Ovelia"s death, if you have to
complain then I"m just ignoring you, killing off people is fun and this
isn"t the last time it"ll happen so get over it. NOTE: As of right now I
am not working on this story on a regular basis. I"m working on "Two
Robots, Red as Blood (2RRB)" my Megaman Fanfic and "The Unwritten
Chapters (UC)" my very long, masterpiece of a Digimon Fanfic. Since UC
will take me a very long time to work, I"m only waiting on 2RRB until I
start work on this story again. I will be finishing it. I promise.
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I should"ve known that since that huge mansion was her house, she"d be
able to escape even with my using her magic. There was nothing else I
could do other than to make the house constantly change and make things
difficult for her, I wasn"t as skilled as she was. "..." Ellen looked at
me with a puzzled look on her face, "Still not dead? I have to applaud
your tenacity." Suddenly she looked at if something had hit her, "Ah,
could it be... Are you that worried about your father?" I felt the anger
inside me boil even more but now it was mixed with worry, "Stay away from
him!' Ellen turned away from me yet again, refusing to look at what she
used to be. "Oh, I know. You and your father, Viola. A close family of
two." I wanted to tell her that she knew nothing about my father and I but
when I tried to think back on my memories, I realized that this body,
Ellen"s body, didn"t have my memories. "Those memories stayed in your
body. He"s a kind man. A hunter, isn"t he?" She asked even though she knew
the answer already, "And he even sent you that letter. What a good
father." Ellen turned back to me and began getting closer to me once more,
"So then, I suppose you"re worried about what"ll happen when you"re gone?"
Ellen walked back over to me, knelt down and held my face in her hands,
"It"ll be just fine. I"ll give him Viola"s share of love." She smiled even
more, "And I"ll take her share of love, too. So..." "Viola?" A man"s voice
called out and footsteps running on the path were getting closer. "Daddy!'
When my father got closer to Ellen she ran up to him and hugged him!
"Viola?! Are you safe?! Are you hurt anywhere?" "I"m okay daddy," Ellen
had the nerve to call my father her own, more tears ran down my face as he
didn"t know what had happened. "Daddy... That"s not me! Daddy..." Ellen
then went to my father"s side and feigned fear, knowing that once she
moved he would see me. "What?! Why..." he then looked back towards me as I
started trying to crawl to him. "Fh... ah... aa... th..." I tried calling
my father but not even I was sure he could understand me, "...dh ...dha...
di..." "S-STAY AWAY, MONSTER!" Hearing that shattered my heart, he
couldn"t hear me, he didn"t know. In one last attempt to tell him that I
was his daughter and not the witch in my body I tried reaching out to him,
but he raised his gun. He must"ve been hunter before coming out to look
for me. BANG Pain enveloped the left side of my head, it hurt so much that
I couldn"t bring myself to move anymore. Even though I hadn"t moved, my
father shot me again as if to make sure I was dead. Once he believed that
I had truely died, as I thought I had died right there, I could still see
my daddy walk back towards Ellen and tell her that they were going back
home. I had no control over the body that had been shot and I wanted to
cry even more when Ellen stopped and giggled at what happened then went to
catch up with my father. "She now believes you"re dead." The woman"s voice
whispered in my ear as her hand uncovered my eyes and I went back to
seeing darkness. "Now it"s time to go home and for you to start healing."
(This is my first attempt at a "The Witch"s House" story. I"ve played the
game and went through the Normal Ending and the True ending. I"ll have to
play again for the third-psuedo ending, but I saw a video of it on
youtube. I know this isn"t my longest first chapter I"ve ever written but
I felt it was okay for a start. Hope this isn"t too confusing for a read
and hope you enjoy it, please read and review.) ~Viola~ We were walking
for a long time it seemed, the woman only stopped once in a while to
adjust her hold on me and continued walking. I hated being blind, I hated
not being able to see where we were, there were so many things I hated
right now and one of them was that my leg itched but I didn"t have legs
which made it that much worse. I wanted to ask where we were at the moment
but with my voice still damaged I couldn"t utter a coherent word. There
were so many things I wanted to say, so many things I wanted to complain
about but couldn"t. The sounds of the forest were soothing and peaceful
despite all the horror that went unnoticed. Though I couldn"t help but
listen to the birds singing, crickets chirping, animals running about
after the rain had let up. "Just rest Viola; I"ll wake you when we get to
my home." The woman"s voice softly told me, it was strange how she seemed
to know what I wanted to say but I did as I was told and tried to sleep.
~Silver Witch~ It is such a shame for a sweet young girl to be caught up
in something so horrendous, all she had wanted to do was make her friend
happy and this is how she"s repaid. I looked down at the sleeping girl in
my arms and hoped that she was asleep, it was hard to tell when she had no
eyes but that would be remedied in time. In time Ellen will regret
wronging Viola and she will take back what is rightfully hers, but that
day is far from now and we have plenty of time. I knew this path like the
back of my hand, there was no getting lost in this forest for myself and
my guest. Walking past several rose bushes I stopped as I was greeted by a
black cat with a white tipped tail, my demon to be precise. "My, my, you
never bring in a soul to me." The demon spoke, eyeing Viola, eager to take
her soul which I wasn"t going to allow. "She"s not for you, you mangy
cat." I walked passed him and proceeded towards my home up ahead. "If
you"re not giving me her souls then what are you going to do with that
mangled mess of a child?" His voice sounded perplexed and annoyed, it"s
been a couple of days since I offered a soul or two to him so it"s no
wonder he"s testy, "It"s also not like you to help another witch." "She"s
not a witch; she"s just a poor girl who befriended a witch." When I
stepped in front of the door the door opened on its own allowing me to
walk inside. I heard the demon following me closely now until we stepped
into the house, "Ahh, the body switching spell." the cat realized what I
was saying about Viola"s situation, "Such a tricky spell with difficult
requirements. The easiest people to fool for that spell are bleeding
hearts and gullible children." Without turning I uttered a spell under my
breath to throw a book I had left on the dining room table at the
possessed cat. I smiled when I heard him shriek most likely after dodging
the book, going onto more important matters I uttered another spell to
place several towels on the couch in front of the fire place and I set
Viola down on it. By how she was breathing I could tell Viola was sleeping
but I didn"t have the heart to wake her, so after covering her with one of
my quilts I left to do some work. Using my magic to create a shortcut to
one of my personal rooms where I study magic and make potions, I began
looking through the books I had for the ones that"ll help the girl. "Cat,
do you remember where I had placed the books on restoration spells?" I
hoped that my feline companion would know since I wasn"t finding the book
amongst the pile I had left on the table next to an empty ceramic bowl.
"You mean the one you threw at me? It"s in the living room." Ignoring the
snide comment I went back to the living room to retrieve the book and
flipped through it to see that it was indeed the book I needed. Opening it
to where I needed it, I ventured back into my private room and began
working on the potion. " "Bodily Restoration" " my cat read after hopping
onto the table to read what I had the book open to, "You need a couple
more ingredients for this type of potion, my faithful witch." I could hear
the spitefulness in his voice when he said "my faithful witch", I didn"t
mind it though; it was something I ignored long ago. "It"s nothing I can"t
find in my garden or out in the woods." "You might want to help your guest
first... She"s bleeding all over your couch." I mentally slapped myself
for not wrapping up Viola"s wounds first, it should"ve been the first
thing I did once I got inside but I guess working on the healing potions
overshadowed it. Grabbing several sheets I began tearing them so it would
be easier to wrap up Viola"s legs to stop the bleeding, when all the
bandages were made I quickly went through my supply cabinets and grabbed
several jars filled with various plants and liquids. Going over to Viola I
gently removed the quilt I started to use a scrap sheet to dab away the
blood that was coming out of the open leg wounds. Opening one of the jars
filled with a cloudy substance in it, I took part of the cloth I had in
hand, dipping it in the jar and began lightly smeared the substance over
Viola"s wounds. Putting an appropriate amount of the balsam fir resin on
the wounds I began wrapping up her legs to prevent any possible infections
and so when it gets to the time where I can get to heal her legs there
would be no complications. The eyes on the other hand were another story,
I couldn"t exactly treat them until Viola was awake and it would be rude
to wake up a young girl from her slumber. Gently sitting her up I put
bandages around her head, making sure that the eyes were covered and
fasten it so the bandages wouldn"t come off so easily. Softly laying Viola
back down on the pillow I went back into my study and began grabbing
various ingredients. The first thing I intend on restoring was her eyes
because even though the book states that growing the legs back would be a
quick procedure, it"s quite painful and would take a few months to be able
to walk without feeling pain. That and I felt that seeing was far more
important than walking because what was the point in being able to walk
but not see where you were going. When I finished crushing some herbs into
powder I added them into a bowl and then set it over the fire in the
fireplace. ~Viola~ Smelling something cooking and burning wood I sat up,
feeling what I was on I realized that I had been sleeping on a couch and
had a blanket covering me. I guess the woman didn"t want to wake me up
when we arrived at her home, but now I was hungry. The invisible cook at
Ellen"s house didn"t seem to be that great because all he seemed to make
was some sort of stew which had cabbage and wieners in it, that and it was
hard to ask for food when you couldn"t speak. "Aa...ah... Mmh..." I hoped
that the woman was nearby to hear me, I didn"t know if she had anyone else
living with her or not. "Hey! Your guest is up and looks like she wants
something!" I heard a male voice speak, the voice sounded a lot like that
black cat"s but this voice had a different and more refined tone to it.
Hearing something close to glass quickly being put on a wooden table and
rushed footsteps, I felt the woman touch my hand to tell me she was here.
"What is it that you need Viola?" I put my hand on my stomach and then I
took the woman"s hand and wrote "I"m hungry" in her palm with my finger.
"Of course, I"ll have dinner prepared in a moment." I heard her get up and
then ask, "How does lamb, cooked vegetables and cheesecake for dessert
sound?" That dinner sounded wonderful, my mouth was already watering all I
could do was nod rapidly because it"d been a while since I had something
that good. Hearing her footsteps fading all I could do was wait and I
wasn"t sure how much time had passed but I had a feeling that it was quite
a bit due to me now having bandages around my head and my legs. There
wasn"t much I could do so I just sat on the couch and listened to the
sounds of flames crackling, food sizzling and plates being placed on a
table. While I waited for dinner to be prepared, I unconsciously started
braiding my hair like I did every day when I woke up. It didn"t take me
long to finish making two braids even with Ellen"s hair being as long as
it was after I had taken the ribbon out, but since I only had that one
ribbon I had to tie both braids together behind me rather than have them
at my front like I used to do. Smelling the delicious scent of dinner waft
through the air I could tell that dinner was almost done, using my hands
to feel what part of the couch was what I took the blanket off of my and
hung it on the back. With the sound of footsteps coming back into the
living room the woman"s soft voice rang, "It"s time for dinner, Viola."
With that being said she picked me up carefully and walked me into the
dining room, I assumed of course. She sat me down on a chair and pushed it
in to where I was close to the table and once I was close I began lightly
feeling where my plate and utensils were at. I heard the woman giggle
before placing a fork in my hand and felt a cat jump on my lap. "Pay no
mind to me, I"m just here for this assist." I heard that same man"s voice
ring. My left hand was now being held by the woman while she uttered some
words that I couldn"t understand and when she was finished she let go.
"Now place your left hand on the cat"s head." I did what she told me and a
gasp left passed my lips when I could see! But... I had no control of
where I my sight went. "In other terms the spell that she used is for
sight-stealing, the only drawback is that only I can control what you
see." The cat spoke to me as he continued to look at the plate full of
food. "I"m sorry, but it"s the least I can do for now." She apologized as
she sat down at the other side of the table. Right now all the cat was
looking at was my food; I couldn"t exactly see who my caretaker was all I
caught a glimpse of was her silvery hair. I tried to get the cat to raise
his head up a bit but he wouldn"t budge, so I gave up and began eating.
The cooked vegetables were delicious; the carrots, tomatoes, broccoli, and
some type of squash were well seasoned. When I tried to tear a piece of
lamb off of the leg but with just using the fork it was rather difficult
and just as I was about to take my left hand off the cat"s head to take
the knife and cut it an invisible person picked up my knife, took my fork
and began cutting the meat off the bone and into small pieces. When the
invisible person handed the fork back to me, I got a piece on the fork and
ate it to find that it was cooked very well and the taste of rosemary
added flavor to the meat. "Tch." The cat"s head lightly jerked as he
sneezed downward and tried to move back some but was forced to stop when
his back end hit my stomach. "You used rosemary didn"t you?" The woman
giggled at the cat"s accusation, "Rosemary makes the meat taste better and
I figured that Viola would like it." "You know fully well that I can"t
stand rosemary, it"s a demon repellant." I felt the cat cringing his nose
under my palm as he kept his sight on my plate. "Well you"re stuck there
until Viola is finished eating because I"m not gonna let you leave this
table before that." I continued eating the lamb and veggies while having
to ignore the cat"s low growling and it"s failing attempts to move away
from my plate. By the time I had finished off the lamb the witch"s demon
was itching to run out of the dining room, but under protest he obeyed her
orders and stayed though he seemed relieved that the scent of rosemary was
fading. Soon after I was finished with my dinner the woman got up to take
my plate along with hers to the kitchen and when she came back she had set
down a plate of blueberry cheesecake in front of me. It had been years
since I had cheesecake, I"ve hadn"t had any of the dessert since mom had
passed from an illness and father wasn"t the greatest baker in the world.
Out of habit I used my fork to push the blueberries into the cheesecake
until they weren"t seen and then started eating, I heard the woman chuckle
at what I had just done. "That"s quite the unusual way of eating a
cheesecake." I "looked" down in embarrassment but then continued eating
because I couldn"t exactly explain. As I continued to eat the cheesecake I
had some difficulty keeping the sauce from dripping anywhere other than
the plate so I had to use my other hand thus blinding myself but it was
better than getting my clothes dirty... Well any more than they already
were. "Viola, I also must apologize for not having a spare dress or any
other clothes for you. I would lend you some of my clothes but they would
be much too big on you, so hopefully by tomorrow I"ll have something for
you to wear other than that dress." I nodded in understanding as I
finished off the rest of the cheesecake; since the woman and I were
finished she got up from the table with her plate in hand, walked to my
side of the table and took my plate. After hearing the glass being placed
on a metal surface, most likely the sink she came back shooed the cat off
my lap and carried me. Since I didn"t have the cat to see I had no idea
where we were going but when we happened to be in another room the nice
fragrance in the air I would guess that we were in a bathroom. "I figured
that you would like a bath before going to bed..." she paused for a second
then sat me down on a small stool. "Is that alright with you?" I don"t
think I could"ve nodded my head fast enough, a bath was another thing I
really wanted, I couldn"t stand the blood, sweat and greasy feeling any
longer. It didn"t take the woman long to draw the bath and helped me in
after getting the filthy clothes and bandages off. To be honest it felt
rather nice to be helped, though it was only because I was both blind and
had no legs, but in time that would be different... I hope. By the time
the woman was finished helping me get clean, she picked me up out of the
tub and wrapped me up in a towel while she wrung out my hair. She stopped
for a moment telling me that she"ll be right back, that she had to get
something for me to wear for the night, so I waited with the big towel
wrapped around me like a blanket. When I heard her get back she slipped
something over my head and helped me out of the towel and get my arms
through the sleeves as well as giving me other garments to wear. Once I
was in the oversized nightgown the woman carried me to yet another room
and laid me down on a soft bed. With no words being exchanged the woman
tucked me in and left the room. ~Silver Witch~ I didn"t see any problem
with letting young Viola take my bed for a while, my home was meant to
house one person but it"ll change. I needed to finish that potion I was
working on since the book instructed that it"d sit for a little over an
hour to allow the brew to cool down and for the ingredients to set in.
Putting all the contents in a decent sized bottle I set it aside as I
opened another book of potions and flipped through the pages to a potion
that heals the throat. "Hey!" I let out a sigh when the cat tried to get
my attention, "You need to keep up your responsibilities and bring me
souls so you can have your magic." I looked at the cat out of the corner
of my eye, "Tomorrow. You"ll get your souls tomorrow, now let me work in
peace." "I"m holding you to that, my faithful witch." I paid no mind to
where the mangy cat went and while I allowed the fire to begin boiling the
water I looked up at the clock that hung above the door to find that it
was nearing midnight. Thinking that Voila would be fast asleep by now, I
grabbed the bottle and a small eye dropper and headed to my room to find
the young girl lying on her back holding one of the throw pillows I
forgotten to take off the bed. Quietly unscrewing the lid to the jar I
used the eye dropper to get a bit of the potion, I set the jar down and as
careful as possible I lightly pushed up each of Viola"s eyelids and placed
a few drops of the potion in each eye socket. After placing the
appropriate amount of drops in each eye, I squeezed the rest of the potion
back in the jar and tip-toed out of the room. Going into the living room
closet I took out a spare blanket I had and muttering a spell I conjured a
bed next to the still bloody couch and I went to sleep. "Hope you enjoy
your new sight in the morning, dear Viola.' (Sorry this took so long to
get finished and posted up. I got distracted by playing "Mad Father" which
was recommended to me, finishing Silent Hill 3, starting Silent Hill
Origins and coming up with story ideas. Hope you like this chapter and I
really appreciate all the reviews, story favorites and follows, I didn"t
expect this story to be liked that much but I appreciate it all the same.)
I know this isn"t what you"re wanting to see but I feel like I should
leave a note explaining a thing or two. First off, I"m really happy at all
the reviews for this story because I never thought that it would get that
popular but I don"t know if I"ll ever get back to it. Maybe if I play the
game a few times more to get the motivation I"d probably be able to throw
out another chapter but until then this story is kinda on a haitus.
Secondly, when I read my thirtieth review from Rukifellth I wanted to
reply back "I just discovered "The Diary of Ellen" last night and am still
reading it, so of course there"s going to be mistakes. This story was made
probably before the prequel was released and translated into English.' So
putting that into consideration I may go back and edit some of the story
so that it makes sense with the prequel pertaining to Ellen"s degenerative
disease. So until the time comes where I"m finally in the mood to write
more "A Witch"s Revenge" there won"t be another update for a while. A
thousand apologies for this.
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Just wanted to jump in and say I was really impressed by all these
comments. I expected to jump down to the bottom of this thread and find
trolls, but you're both responding to each other's comments very
thoughtfully.
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"Dude, you seriously need to see a psychologist. Because this is far
from beautiful, it"s plain creepy and shouts "I"m a stalker with a
delusion in mind!'" I yelled at him, feeling myself freak out more and
more about the statue then quickly covered it back up. "That, my dear,
is what you"ll become in the future." Riccardo said, obviously not
acknowledging what I just said. "I am not going to be pregnant! I"ll do
everything in my power to make sure that never happens!" "Deny it all
you want, dear Fiona, but that is what you"ll be when the time comes."
Riccardo shot back then added, "Go ahead... you may touch it."
"Seriously dude, it doesn"t have the "BOOM pregnant" powers so I"m not
going to even bother touching it. Aren"t you even listening!" I was
getting scared but what he said next just went over the top. "You will
be mine, Fiona!" the mad keeper declared as his sinister laugh echoed
throughout the room as he left. I felt so paralyzed with fear that I
backed up slowly to a corner, purposely fell on the ground, curled into
a ball and almost started crying. Tears were welling up in my eyes but
they refused to fall, I tried dismissing everything Riccardo had said
from my mind but his declaration and laugh stayed no matter how hard I
tried to be rid of it. I looked behind where the statue was to see a
small bottle that had a picture of lavender on it, getting up, I picked
up the bottle, uncorked it and the scent that came out was really nice,
relaxing even. Corking the liquid lavender I put it in the miscellaneous
section of my bag then picked up the Garden Key which unlocked the door
that lead to the marionette room, bathroom and the kitchen. From the
moment I grabbed the key I quickly made a mad dash to the door out of
the room and began running to the small yard with the sealed well and
had the backwards bench. Though before using the key I went over to the
two vases that were somewhat hidden behind the well, I didn"t find any
items in the first vase but the second one had magnesia in it which
looked like a small light green diamond that was pretty to look at, I
liked pretty things. Getting back on track I went to the locked garden
door and just as I was about to use the key, a noise resembling bells
resounded in the air, I looked to my right and walked away from the door
a bit to see what it was. Floating from where I just left there was a
blue glowing ball just flying about, in all honesty it looked pretty
like a blue lightning bug but unfortunately I had to remember that it
was a Lumi and Lumis plus me equals bad things, so I quickly got back to
the door unlocked it and closed the door behind me just before the
pretty creature could catch my azoth"s scent. Knowing where I was I dug
through my key items side of the bag to get out the REST key plate so I
wouldn"t have to spend so much time sifting through the bag just to look
for it like I did with the METH key plate. The whole hallway was lit by
pretty glass chandeliers on the ceilings which was good, walking down
the corridor on my right there was the marionette room which I had to
pass since I didn"t get the broken marionette, on my left was the door
to the kitchen and just up ahead were the stairs leading down to the
restroom. I stopped in front of an arch made on the wall and looked down
to see some stones looking like they were about to crumble, I kicked
that spot a few time and once it was cleared... "EEEK!" I literally
jumped a foot in the air and back stepped a bit away from the bugs
crawling out of the hole. "God, I hate bugs! Moths and butterflies are
cute but any other bug, no!" I wigged out and as soon as all the bugs
seemed to crawl away to a new home I looked into the hole to find
Refined Antimony. "Okay, maybe the antimony was worth it." I put the
ball of orangish-yellow powder in my back with the magnesia and regular
antimony as I went down stairs to put in the key plate, once it was in
the slot the door to the bathroom was unlocked but I didn"t go inside
the bathroom right away because I went to pick up the broken half of the
original REST plate which was the "RE" part. The bathroom was nothing
interesting; there was a sink that in the game was a status restore
spot, the shower that serves as a hiding spot and the stalls back there
was a dummy hiding spot, a storage space and the path leading down to
the Castle Gate Key and a pair of special boots. I went into the
restroom anyway to get the item that I knew was in there which was
actually a medallion, then went out before I had any unexpected company.
Jogging up the stairs I looked around the corner to find that the coast
was clear so it was safe for me to go to the kitchen, upon entering the
kitchen my sight immediately went to the ham hanging above the cutting
counter. "Ham? I always thought those were severed heads." I shrugged my
shoulders as I went to the other side of the counter to reach over and
grab the jerky on the counter, "I wonder which jerky this is?" I looked
around to see if anyone was watching as I tore a tiny piece off and ate
it, "Chicken...and it"s good, but gotta save it for Hewie." I told
myself as I went around to where I was on the inside to find something
to wrap the chicken jerky in. Under the cutting counter was some paper
towels so I used that as a wrap, finishing wrapping the chicken jerky, I
placed it in my bag and made sure that it didn"t get on the bisque doll.
From there I decided to unlock the short cut back to the guest room,
when I opened the door to the dining room I had to stop and stare at how
amazing the whole place looked because never in my life had I ever seen
a more beautiful dining room. The chandelier lit up the head of the
table while the second chandelier was off on the back half of the long
table, heck I couldn"t help but feel the fabric the deep red curtains
were made of along with the table cloth and the lit candles made
everything even more stunning. Walking along the right side of the table
I found the other half of the original key plate, I was going to use it
for when I get to the water tower, retrieving the other half of the key
plate I went straight to the door out of the dining room to unlock it
thus opening another pathway. I went back into the kitchen and went down
the stairs leading to a storeroom though when I was held up by the
boards of wood. For some reason, I didn"t just want to kick it down or
charge into it...I wanted to break it with style, so I got into a
fighting stance like I would in karate, mind you I"m a black belt, and
knowing fully well what I"m wanting to do I chambered my back leg and
stuck the barrier with a side kick. The wooden barrier broke away when I
brought my leg back, I had to relish in that small victory as I went
down the stairs though when I saw the map on the table I did not like
what I was going to encounter when I went back upstairs. I picked up the
map and looked at it, I remember clearly never even looking at it
because it always seemed useless. "Okay, so I"m at like Belli Castle and
totally lost. Oh my god, a map it"ll help me, wait this map is useless."
I spoke in one of those voices that"s often used in a mocking tone.
After looking at the map I folded it carefully and placed it in my bag
for any possible future use but if I get to the other side of the castle
with Daniella stalking me, the map"s going in a fire. Before leaving the
storeroom I opened the lid to the vase and ended up pulling out more
chicken jerky, I wrapped it up in the same "packaging" I had the first
chicken jerky in and put the vase on its side to show that I"ve looked
at it. As I was going up the stairs I thought I heard the sound of fast
shifting footsteps, I knew who it was and I was not going to like it but
I was not going to what Fiona did, I was going to keep my distance. Upon
getting back into the kitchen once I got a few steps away from the
stairway to the storeroom I heard something that sounded like something,
or rather someone, beat against the glass window. The sound in the
silent kitchen made me jump a little but it wasn"t enough to make me hug
the counter where Debilitas was hiding behind, reason why; I haven"t the
faintest idea but I don"t care. Giving the sound a moment to settle, I
let out a sigh to hopefully start off what"s supposed to happen and
practically on cue Debilitas sprung from his hiding spot. "Bye-bye!" I
bid farewell for now as I ran out the door, slamming it behind me and
sprinted to the corridor and started going up the wide stairs. "I will
not pull a Fiona. I will not pull a Fiona. I will not-aaaah!' My thought
were interrupted when the tip of the boot caught the very edge of the
third step which caused me to fall, "God dang it! I pulled a fricken
Fiona!" I hissed because the majority of the injury I sustained went
straight to my knees since that was what I fell on. As I was trying to
get back up on my feet and continue to get away from Debilitas, the door
leading to the kitchen was being opened. I looked back to see the door
opening, the gardener of the castle closing the door behind him, at
first he had his back to me but as he turned around and saw me it took
him a few moments to actually get through his head that I was near and
had a look of surprise on his face. The look of surprise lasted for a
few moments as he was laughing but it faded and turned to a look as if
he was mean and scary, I managed to get back up on my feet and run up
the rest of the stairs but it was there that I felt eyes watching me, I
didn"t like that one bit since it got my paranoia worked up even though
there was no one in front of me. Before I could even try to look around
the corner the sound of dragging footsteps from behind me sounded
closer, I turned around to see that Debilitas was practically in arm"s
reach of me! Deciding to not be a coward for once in my life I got into
my fighting stance and was fully prepared to fight off the guy, but when
he took only a step forward and angry voice yelled. "Exire Debilitas!" I
looked behind me to find no one there, "Oh come on! I tried that and he
didn"t even do a dang thing!' When I looked back to Debilitas he looked
off in the distance as if the voice came from there, he held out his
hand as if contemplating whether to touch or grab me but then he wore
the face of a beaten child as he put his hand down. As he turned to
leave the man looked back at me as if saying that he was sorry or
something close to that, from there he left the area to who knows where
and I let out a sigh of relief, "I hate to say this but thank you
Riccardo.'"Please excuse me, Miss." Riccardo"s voice rung in the halls
again, I turned around to find him walking out in the open wearing his
brown garbs and had the hood over his head. "I am Riccardo, keeper of
the castle." "Yeah, you"re also the creep who made that disturbing
statue of me pregnant in the music room!" I shot back, still not even
remotely amused. Riccardo let out a hearty chuckle when I said my piece,
"Everyone"s a critic when it comes to art, I thought you would
appreciate it." From what I could see on Riccardo"s face, he now wore a
different type of expression that I couldn"t read, "So sorry to hear
about your accident. Your parents..." I held my head in my hands as
another memory flash went through my mind, all I could remember that it
was dark, the car was heading for a log pile, the car crashed and
Fiona"s scream. My head was slowly but surely killing me, heck it was
worse than a migraine! "As Master Ugo and Mistress Ayla are both
deceased, you, Miss Fiona are the sole surviving heir of Belli Castle."
When Riccardo mentioned my, well, Fiona"s parents another memory
appeared in my mind, Ayla looking in the back seat at her daughter while
Ugo was driving the car sometime during the evening. Fiona"s mother
placed her hand on her father"s hand lovingly, everything seemed like
nothing could go wrong in that span of time. The headache got
progressively worse to where it felt like someone was pounding on the
inside of my skull, "Are you in pain, Miss?" Riccardo asked, putting on
a tone of worry or concern. "Will you be all right?" "Yeah, and could I
at least have a cold washrag to ease this fricken headache." I groaned
as it was starting to become unbearable, so unbearable that I was crying
from the pain."I will get one for you, now you"ve had a long day. Please
rest upstairs, your bed has been prepared." were the last words I heard
from Riccardo as I fell to the ground and passed out from the pain.
~Third POV~ After Britt passed out on the ground the castle"s keeper
walked over to her unconscious body and stared at her with an unknown
intent in his eyes that couldn"t be seen due to the top half of his face
being hidden by the hood. Being careful not to wake her up Riccardo
picked up the woman and proceeded to carry her back to the guest bedroom
without encountering Debilitas or the maid, Daniella. Having to trouble
carrying Britt or as he knows her, Fiona, to the bedroom, he laid her
down on the bed, removed her boots, pulled the covers from underneath
Britt and covered her up. Finishing tending to the unconscious woman, he
left the room to go get the wash cloth to help ease the headache Britt
received. While Britt slept it gave the memories suppressed by Fiona"s
trauma to start surfacing, like the memory that appeared before it went
a little longer, how the car crashed into the pile of logs, the
windshield breaking into the car from wood, Fiona screaming in fear, and
the man in the dark coat and hat peering into the car looking at Fiona.
~Britt"s POV~ I jumped awake from the dream/memory that played in my
mind, everything felt so real and unknowingly putting myself in Fiona"s
position I brought my knees to my chest and almost started crying again.
"It"s just a dream...no... They"re Fiona"s memories, losing her parents
in a car crash and now in this nightmare." I spoke to myself as I
realized that I was in the guest room bed with the covers on. I raised
my hand to my forehead to find no washrag. "So much for getting that
cold washrag." As I stretched out I felt that something was
amiss...where the flip did my bag go? Literally I scrambled out of bed,
my foot getting wrapped up in the blankets thus me falling to the floor
and when I finally got the covers off my feet I did a complete circle to
see that my bag was hanging on the bedpost. I sighed in relief that
Riccardo or whoever carried me back to the room didn"t leave my bag just
laying around, I put my bag back on my body and let out another sigh
which was of disappointment that I was still in a video game character"s
body and in this blasted castle. I wanted to go home where everything
was normal and sane, my thoughts of going home were interrupted when I
heard a dog"s cry. "Hewie!" I exclaimed as I ran out the room, not even
bothering to get my boots or to look out the window to see if he was
really where he was at. The cool air actually felt rather nice and was
doing wonders for the pounding headache I had, after getting down the
first flight of stairs I noticed that the door to the broken marionette
was opened but I couldn"t be bothered with that at the moment. Going
down the rest of the stairs the soft ground felt nice on my feet even
though I was still wearing my socks but more important matters had to be
addressed. I ran to the bound white German Shepard, pet him a few times
to calm him down, the whines he was making just tore my heart to shreds
so I went over to the tree, managed to undo the wire holding the noose
around Hewie"s neck and I got the wire off him. Once the wire was off
him I grabbed the capture device that was used by dog catchers and with
force I broke it in half by slamming it on my knee, sure it kinda hurt
but it was worth it because it was now broken and can"t be used. Getting
back to Hewie, I knelt down on the ground till we were almost eye to eye
with one another and I couldn"t help but notice a blue sparkle in his
eyes...wait a sec, Hewie"s eyes were brown... I slightly jumped at the
Shepard"s sudden bark but it wasn"t aggressive, "Hewie?" When I said his
name he started to growl, "I thought Hewie liked being called by his
name and what"s with his eyes?' "Sorry, I"ve noticed that your
eyes...they"re not well...animal-like." The dog cocked his head in
confusion as he continued to watch me, "You probably think I"m crazy," I
put my face in my hands and ran them over my hair, "God, I wish I was at
home talking to one of my friends."When I mentioned the fact that I
wished I was at home talking to one of my friends Hewie barked once
again, I looked into his eyes and seen that they were an icy blue,
something about them didn"t seem right. "Okay, um, just curious, you
wouldn"t happen to know anyone that"s not from around here... Do you?"
Hewie barked again which made me start wondering if this white German
Shepard was really Hewie. He brought up his paw to show a spiked collar
tied around its leg, it looked like something one of my friends would...
I went wide-eyed, "Lex?" I asked, unsure if that was really who "Hewie"
was and to my surprise the dog barked happily. I fell backwards to the
ground, sat down, totally not believing this was happening. I looked at
the dog, who bared it"s teeth as if grinning. ~Lex"s POV~ Did this Fiona
look-alike call me by my real name? I shout excitely, which came out as
barking. This"ll be weird, but I guess I have to protect Britt. That"s
fine, but since I"m a dog, things may be different for me... "Damn,
this"ll be weird.' I had a hard time believing that we were in this kind
of situation, it was just way too strange but this was how it"s going to
be until we"ve reached the very end. Britt"s reaction to realizing that
I was me was pretty funny, I noticed that she made a minor change to
Fiona"s costume which was by just adding a pair of capris on under the
skirt and the bag. I also noticed that she didn"t have her boots on.
"Hey, where are your boots?" I tried asking but like before it came out
as barks so I had to point to her feet so she"d know what I was talking
about. "Oh, I left my boots in the room, when I saw you with the wire
around your neck I immediately ran out here without even thinking about
putting the boots back on...Speaking of which I don"t even remember
taking them...Eeeeew, Riccardo touched my legs!" I couldn"t help but
snicker at how Britt was reacting but then again if we were in the
opposite positions we were in, I wouldn"t be too thrilled about it
either. When Britt got up I knew that we were going to be going back to
the guest room and waiting for us there would be Debbie. "Ready Lex?"
Britt asked but then reached into her bag; pulled out something wrapped
in a paper towel and thanks to my dog sense of smell it smelled like
chicken. "Here"s some chicken jerky I found, I figured you would want
something to eat." "Thanks," I barked as I ate the chicken jerky Britt
gave me; it was pretty good and definitely filled my stomach for now.
Once I was done eating Britt and I starting going up the long flight of
stairs and by the time we got to the door to the guest bedroom all we
had to do was walk in. Wasting no more time we went inside the room
Britt didn"t seem surprised to see Debbie sitting on the bed, swinging
his feet back and forth and when he saw Britt he waved to her and I
think he was trying to say "hi" to her. I was ready to attack as he went
into his flailing moment to look intimidating and when I looked to Britt
to see if she was okay, her expression was that of confusion or
wondering what the hell he was doing. She backed up a bit when Debbie
got on all fours like a dog and tried to touch Britt but that was when I
stepped in and started barking at him, he didn"t look remotely happy
about me being here and then got up and tried to look threatening to me.
"Lexi use bite attack!" Britt commanded and I noticed that she pointed
towards his neck so running towards the mentally challenged man I jumped
up and managed to bite into his neck, drawing blood. I could tell Debbie
didn"t like it from how he was shouted in pain, I let go of him when he
looked like he was going to slap me and from the moment I let go he ran
out of the room holding his neck wound. "Yay Lex! That earned you 1900
experience points!" Britt made a Pokémon reference as she kneeled down
to me and was petting me. Something was telling me that this was only
the beginning of our adventure through Belli Castle. (8 and 1/2
pages...That"s how long this chapter is, I hope you like it and I really
appreaciate the reviews I"m getting even though they"re anon reviews.
Nice reviews are nice reviews and I hope I continue getting them because
I really love them and love this story since I have some ideas in mind.
Lex, I really hope I got you in character, you may scold me if I didn"t
get you in character. Well time to work on the fourth chapter. Byebye.
Also I know that in the game lavender is a plant but I wasn"t sure how
exactly one would be able to use it so I put it in it"s liquid form
which the scent is much stronger, so that"s how it"s going to be.)
- >-
Well some of the offenders need no sexual offender treatment. If you
drunkenly expose yourself to some people on the street, then after a
jail sentence, you probably aren't going to do it again, or if you are
the thing to treat is more alcoholism. Even among the sex offender as
sex offender class, the field is just too broad to speak of effective
therapy or prevention. Incest of the parent child variety is easily
dealt with through removal of the child, and restricting visitation.
While one or both parties may need therapy, treatment is not always
needed, the behavior stops when the access does. Someone who downloads
child pornography may need very different treatment depending on the
nature of the downloading, and the nature of the images. Even rapists
almost certainly need different types of treatment according to the type
of the offense (violent vs. date for example). Prevention methods also
almost certainly vary based on the offense to be prevented. Anti date
rape education and outreach probably has only minor effects upon violent
rape for example. Though of course certain methods can probably have
multi offense reductions (increased public and undercover policing on
trains would probably counter both exposure and groping for example).
Still, it is hard to see how one can reduce sexual offenses in broad
strokes.
- source_sentence: >-
"Let"s give him what he wants. I may have only the basic Zero armor for
the Liger, but that"s all I need. After all, I beat the Berserk Fury with
that. Time to show you guys just who"s over confident." Bit nearly
shouted. "The area within a twelve mile radius is a designated zoid battle
ground. Only competitors and personnel have authorized entry. The Blitz
Team verses the Stratus Team. Area scanned, battle field set up,
ready...Fight" the Judge said. The Blitz Team advanced slowly, fully alert
and causeous, but mostly because the Liger had donned the Panzer armor,
slowing it down dramatically. Before long, though, there radars found an
object racing toward them. A fox type zoid charged the Blitz Teams three
worriers. It was white, with a slight tinge of blue in it, like a star. It
looked similar to the Shadow Fox, but was very different from any other
fox-type zoid know, like how the Liger Zero looked rather unique in
comparison to other Liger"s. The only visible armament with a laser Vulcan
gun on its back. "Everyone, watch out. One thing I"ve found is that he"s
good. Really good. Don"t play around." Jamie commanded from his post in
the Hover Cargo. "Roger that." they all returned. The Gun Sniper stopped
in its tracks and opened up with her Gatling rifles and the various
smaller guns on her wrist. The agile fox just danced around the shells as
they grazed the dirt to its sides. The Liger tried to keep up with its
movements, the insanely heavy Panzer armor slowed his reflexes to much.
Before long it was face to face with the Liger and Fox. It leaped over the
Liger and tackled the Shadow Fox, then bounded off before turning around
to fire the back mounted weapon at the Liger Zero"s turning body, but the
beams just shattered on contact with the dense metal. So, it took off
towards the Gun Sniper instead, blowing right passed the other two, much
to the annoyance of the Liger"s piolet, who had just turned all the way
around. "How can he have reflexes like that. In a matter of seconds, he
knocked our two best down and is closing in on the Gun Sniper. That
shouldn"t be possible!" Jamie was nearly shouting. Even Dr. Tauros had
stopped playing with his zoid models to watch the match for a change.
However, after a few moments, his gaping jaw closed and curled his lips
into a smile that meant that he understood what was happening. "Bit,
according to the computer, you only have ten minutes until you hit
critical and have to switch armor. Hurry up." Jamie commanded. "Easy for
you to say." Bit returned. "You aren"t the one sweating his life away."
Bit inhaled a deep breath as the scope for the Hybrid Cannons slid in
front of his eye. Brad was not having fun. The opposing zoid was always
ahead of him, dodging every attack, while Leena just fired madly, and to
no avail. Brad leaped again, trying to come down on Lance from above, but
the enemy just jumped backwards, Brad"s claw hitting earth. Brad pulled
his paw free and turned to face the enemy fox, and was about to try again
when some thing caught his eye and he tore off to the left. Lance simply
looked around for the cause of this sudden development. Unfortunately, he
didn"t notice the twin lasers of raw golden energy blazing towards him in
time, and only avoided a direct hid, being thrown by the intense
shockwaves that fallowed. Rolling and tumbling on the earth, Lance
contemplated his current situation. "Rrr. Starlight, please stay with me.
We have a match to win. Don"t freeze on me now!" he pleaded with the
mechanical fox. It stood up, the damage minor to what it could have been.
Mostly scratches and dents in his armor. He looked over at the Liger Zero.
"What awesome assault power. But I wonder, just how long can he hold out
with the abnormal heat that that armor must be emitting. How long till he
has to..." He was cut of with the answer as the Liger"s armor broke off
and crashed on the ground. The basic body of the cat creature shook
itself, enjoying the new freedom from the insanely heavy steel plates. It
then bounded off towards the team transport, what ever it was they called
it, as the Gun Sniper charged out, fully reloaded. "Must be off to change
his armor. It"s the only logical explanation." Lance sighed. "This could
be the chance I need to focus on the other two." He jumped from side to
side, trying to avoid Leena"s relentless assault. However, her accuracy
had improve to a degree, forcing Lance to completely focus on her, giving
Brad the lack of attention he needed to carefully aim at his prey. The
black fox"s back mounted canon opened fire on the white enemy, punching
into his side, knocking him down to the ground. Leena ran over and
promptly started to stomp him with her zoids massive foot as Brad charged
in, his front paws lighting up the same way they had only three days ago.
"Strike Laser Claw!" he cried as he jumped into the air, claws stretched
forward. "Right. You wish." Lance said out loud. He twisted his controls,
and the two ion boosters ignited and, throwing him out from under Leena,
and away from Brad. "Brad, watch it!" Leena shouted over her com as Lance
pulled away, tripping her and making her fall to the ground in his place.
But it was too late. Brad"s strike hit home, just on the wrong person.
Leena was out of the battle. "BRAD!! WHAT WAS THAT FOR!" "Leena"s been
knocked out?!" Bit cried as the white armor locked in place. "Uh, yeah."
Jamie exclaimed. Things were definitely not going their way. Lance was
using them to attack each other, which caused confusion and disunity with
one another. "Listen Brad, don"t get to close. Try and stay one step ahead
of him until Bit can get back." "Alright. But if this doesn"t work Jamie,
I"m taking your next paycheck." was the reply. Brad opened fire, running
along the side of his rival at the same time. But the other fox did the
same, holding them at a stalemate. Then, an idea began to form within the
mercenaries mind. He pulled a small trigger in his controls, and thick
black smoke poured out, swallowing himself, and billowing out around
Lance"s zoid. He could tell from the way that Lance was moving that he
lacked the same scanning equipment as the Shadow Fox. Be moved over to the
right in as stealthy a way as possible, but Lance still jerked his zoids
head in that direction. Brad moved one foot to the left, and Lance opened
fire. Brad easily avoided, and dashed towards the edge of the smoke.
"Now"s my chance.' he thought to himself as his front paws lit up. He
jumped almost strait up and out, startling hie adversary. "What"s this?!"
Lance screamed inside of his cockpit. Brad had disappeared within a thick
shroud of smoke. He turned on a heat censor, but nothing showed. "The
smoke must be hot enough to hide his heat signature. Well then," he
smiled, flipping a switch. Everything inside the cockpit was drowned out
buy the sudden burst of noise. He had turned his sound receivers up to
their max. He listened hard, trying to pinpoint Brads location. He heard
it faintly. A step off to the left. He turned to face it, and maxed out
his cameras to get as clear a view as he could, but the cloud was all to
thick. Then, he heard a louder one just over to the right. His gun blared
to life at the new target, but he had no way of knowing weather or not he
had managed to make contact. Then, his attention was forced up as the
Shadow Fox burst out above him, claws ready for a Strike Laser Claw. "Good
thinking, but it wont work. You"ve left yourself quite vulnerable
actually." he grinned as he aimed his gun up at the Shadow Fox. "You need
some way of quickly changing your position before you can pull off a move
like that. Without them, you wont survive." he fired, pummeling Brads
zoid, who fell off balance. He then charged in and used his zoids skull to
smash right into Brads, flipping him over his back and crashing him. This
victory was shot lived though, because only a few seconds after did a
green blur race overhead, showering him with bullets. "What the..." he was
cut off again as a white Liger rammed his left side. "Hi, it"s me." Bit
smirked. "Hey Jam...Wild Eagle. How you doing?" "Ha ha ha. The Wild Eagle
fears no man or pilot. He will crush all opposition." the Raynos pilots
alter-ego exclaimed. He turned and flew into the back of what remained of
the cloud. When he raced out, he was met by several rounds of shells,
tearing through his armor. Jamie, or more correctly, the Wild Eagle,
crashed and skidded to a halt. "Three down, one more." Lance muttered.
"But the damage I"ve sustained..." he said as he punched a few keys. "My
head armor, front legs, and left side are all down over thirty percent.
I"ll have to end this as quickly I can." Bit watched as Jamie was taken
down only minutes after entering the fray. But, he had done a good deal of
damage to Lance. And, Bit had a plan. "Hey you! I"m challenging you to a
one charge battle!" "I accept." came a calm, almost frightening reply, but
no face to match it with. It really was spine tingling. "This will be
easy. With the Liger"s Strike Laser Claw, I can end this pretty easily. No
sweat.' Bit took off at a run, charging the opposing fox-type zoid
head-on. "Let"s do this right." The Liger"s front claws burned to life.
"Strike Laser Claw!" He leapt high into the air, but when he tilted his
head down to check his aim, Lance wasn"t in the correct spot. He was
directly under him. He jumped up and smashed into the Liger Zeros stomach,
knocking it off balance, and into the ground. Lance charged in, just as
Bit did the same. He watched as Bit prepared for the Stike Laser Claw,
playing directly into his hand. "Thank you, Mister Cloud. That"s exactly
what I expected, and wanted you to do. Starlight. Let"s do this!" he moved
in. He jumped right into Bit, catching the young pilot off guard. He
looked down on the fallen zoid. "Your pathetic. I thought that the mighty
Liger Zero would do better than that. I"m ashamed. And so, I"ll end this."
He vaulted into the air. Bit looked up in horror. He saw and all to
familiar light blaze to life above him. Then, a very familiar command was
heard. "STRIKE LASER CLAW!" Lance"s attack cut both the Liger"s right legs
off, freezing his battle command system. "Battle over! Battle over!" the
judge decreed, raising his arms. "The winner is, the Stratus Team."
"WHAT?!" Bit shouted, slamming his fist onto the console. "We lost?!
NOOOOO!" "Liger!" Bit screamed inside of his zoid as he looked at the
screen. "What? A command system freeze. How is that possible? Liger!" The
battle had been in progress for only fifteen minutes, and already, Bit was
out. The Blitz Team was facing off against the Amazoness Team. A team
composed completely of women, and used a Hellcat, Lightening Saix, and was
lead by a Royal Saber Tiger. Even with the Jager, the Liger Zero simply
refused to perform at its best. Its mobility was barely that of the basic
Zero unit, and it moved at more of a trot than a run. Bit just couldn"t
figure it out. "Leena, Brad, you two have got to win this one on your own.
Liger"s out, and if we loose, we"ll be booted out of Class S." "Whatever.
Really Bit. Your hopeless. Ahahahah." Leena laughed as she unloaded just
about every ounce of ammunition on the Hellcat. "Points for Leena. Oh
yah!" Brad, on the other hand, had his hands full. The Liger had
originally been despatched to deal with the Saber, while Brad could use
the Shadow Foxes maneuverability to take down the Saix, while the Liger
would deal with the Royal Saber. But now that Bit was out of the match, he
was stuck trying to fight both off. "Leena, support would be nice. Gloat
later!" he hailed as he dodged another charge from the Lightening Saix. It
landed and skid to a halt, pivoting on its heals. But its lack of ability
to make such a tight turn in such little time was all Brad needed. He took
a firing stance and unleashed as many rounds on the ultra fast zoid as he
possibly could. When it fell over, and didn"t get back up, Brad took that
as a system freeze. What happened next was rather unexpected. A shower of
missiles and other explosives crashed around Brad, rocking him around, and
taking him out of the battle. "What happened?!" he inquired of no one in
particular. Although he could no longer move, his main camera showed him
that it was actually Leena who had done that. "LEENA!" he shouted. "Yes. I
got that Saber Tiger. I DID! HA!" she jubilantly decreed. Brad looked all
around and found that lying behind him was the crumpled remains of the
final enemy zoid. Leena had been attacking it as it tried to creep up on
Brad, and therefore, caught it off guard. "Battle over! Battle over!" the
judge announced. "The winner is, the Blitz Team!" Elsewhere on the planet
Zi, in a small café where most zoid pilots hung out when not doing
matnence or battling. A figure in a black cloak laughed. He had been
watching the battle, and been taking note of the Blitz Teams style. When
he had calmed down, he set some money on the counter and walked out of the
restaurant. "Not much of a team." he smiled. "Bit!" Leena yelled at the
blond haired pilot at the Tauros Base. "Get that zoid of yours in gear. We
barely won because of you." They were discussing the battle of the
previous day. "And the Shadow Fox was seriously damaged." Brad put in.
"Hey now, wait a second." Bit defended. "You can"t blame that on me. Leena
did that." "Because you weren"t there to deal with that Saber. So she did
what needed to be done. So get that Liger into shape." "And soon." Doctor
Tauros put in. "We just got a call from the battle commission. The next
battle has been set. And I think it just might be what we need to
stimulate the Liger Zero." "What do you mean Doc?" Bit asked. "It"s
against Lance Celeric." Jamie explained. "And this will help Liger how?"
"Don"t you get it Bit?" Leena nearly shrieked. "Liger"s upset because we
were beat by one zoid. And it was Lance who was in that zoid." she
exclaimed. "Your right. It"s time for revenge. After three months of
failed performance by me and the Liger, we can go up against the guy that
did this to us. Lets do it." Bit said, jumping up. "Jamie, we"re going to
need a strategy. Get a move on it! Go!" "Hey partner." Bit began as he
walked into the hanger where his zoid stood tall. "I know your still
pretty upset about what happened against Lance, but we need you to wake
up. We"re up against him again tomorrow, and need you at your best.
Alright." he comforted. The zoid stood up tall and growled in a response
of pride and anticipation. "The area within a twelve mile radius is a
designated Zoid Battle Ground." the judge began. "Only competitors and
personnel have authorized entry. Area scanned. Battle field set up. The
Blitz Team verses the Stratus Team. Battle mode 0963. Ready; Fight!" he
commanded. Bit rushed out in the Schneider armor, only find that Lance was
using similar components. His armor was green with five long laser blades
visible to the naked eye. No long range weapon of any kind was to be seen.
"Buster Slash!" he commanded, the five rushing blades snapping to
attention, glowing with a bright blue. Lance seemed to copy this, only he
was equipped with just three rushers. The two zoids locked horns
(figuratively), struggling to get there own weapon past the others. "Bit!"
Leena shouted in a warning tone. "Watch out!" She opened every last
compartment that her zoid possessed, as multiple targeting squares merged
together on Lance. "WEASEL UNIT TOTAL ASSAULT!" she cried, emptying
herself of her ammunition. Lance looked up to see the onslaught that the
Gun Sniper had unleashed. "I don"t think so." he muttered, a smile
crossing his face. He twisted his zoids head, throwing the Liger Zero
Schneider to the side slightly, and running off in the opposite direction.
"Time for the Gun Sniper." he said, closing in on the defenseless zoid as
it tried to escape in vain. The two side rushing blades retracted half
way, so as to point out to the sides, and expose the razor sharp edges. He
cut through the right leg, just below the knee, allowing gravity to pull
on the overly armed zoid, crushing its entire right side in the proses.
Then, he spotted the Raynos flying in overhead. He made a wide turn, and
running up the back of the falling Gun Sniper, he retracted all three
lancets. As he leaped over the pile of metal and guns, several boosters on
his zoids back and legs flared to life. He rased up, and just as he passed
under the flying zoid, the center razor swung forward, slashing Jamie"s
zoid"s belly and wing, bringing it down. However, the downside to this
maneuver was that Lance was incapable of landing properly, and tumbled to
the ground. "Well, that could have gone better." he sighed. He slowly
stood up, finding the Shadow Fox over to the left, gun poised and ready.
"That thing has a CAS as well?" Tauros pondered. "That can"t be good. But
that"s also one of the coolest things I"ve ever seen." he squeaked,
picking up a model of the Liger Zero and a Blade Liger. "Grr," he said,
commandeering for his little toys and the battle he was imitating. Bit
looked up to find both Leena and Jamie down, but that Brad was
satisfactorily pummeling Lance. He stood up and bolted over to aid his
teammate. Brad was doing fairly well. He had managed to seriously damage
Lances armor, and was pushing the opposing fox zoid to its limit. "Maybe I
can get a decent bonus for this. Not to mention all the points I"ll get."
he snickered. Just then, the green fox leaped over the attack in attempt
to tackle Brad and the Shadow Fox, who just sprung back as Lance landed.
He opened fire again, but this time, Lance was ready, jumping back and
forth in a zig-zag, closing in on Brad, who took the initiative, and
jumped forward with a Strike Laser Claw ready. His paws met with the honed
edge of the blade, a silent struggle taking place as they pushed at each
other. The built up they had created exploded, throwing them away from
each other. They both rolled and bounced off the ground. Lance was amazed
at how quickly Brad had reacted to his counter. The rumors of Brad"s
skills were not lies. Lance zig-zagged inwards, blades ready for an
attack. He met Brad"s Strike Laser Claw head on, their attacks equal to
one another"s. They were pushed away by the intense growth of power. Lance
struggled to his feet and diverted his eyes to the right, finding the
Liger Zero charging in. He turned to face off with his true rival, and
lunged at the oncoming zoid. They met and struggled for a second, then
broke free and passed. Bit landed with all blades in their safety
position. Lance looked to his left side to see a deep line cut into his
side that went through the armor and grazed the main body. "Bit just
copied my own attack.' he gasped. "The very same one that I used on the
Raynos, only with a slight twist. But how. Could he be...' he was cut off
by something rather strange. The Liger was extending its forward blades,
and stretching the two longer ones out to the sides. They burned with an
intensity like never before. Then, very peculiarly, they all retracted. It
came running in with all blades down. Then, the swords snapped out, the
two side ones lancing forward. Pink lightening sparked between the seven
swords. A barrier of surplus energy formed, then intensified into an azure
field of raw power. It was a attack like none other. Bit looked back at
Lance after their little exchange. He needed to think of a way to take him
down. "Any suggestions Liger?" he asked of the zoid. In response, a screen
flashed in front of him. It depicted the Schneider with all seven blades
in position for an attack. The words "Seven Blade Attack" were below it.
"Are you sure you can do it Liger. Last time we did this, it nearly cost
us the Schneider." Bit questioned his zoid. It simply growled in
compliance. "If you say so." His zoid made its preparations for the
attack. It primed the blades, charged energy, and then stormed forward.
Only Lance was doing something of a similar nature. He had his three
rushing blades forward, and two more out to the side. However, Bit feared
it not. He stayed focused and prepared. They closed in on one another.
"Seven Blade Attack!" "Star Shower Slash!" Lance replyed. They connected,
crossed, and landed in identical crouches. Bit folded all his weapons
back, turned, and smiled at Lance, who collapsed to the ground. "Battle
over. Battle over!" the judge decreed, raising his arms. "The winner is,
the Blitz Team." "We won." Bit exclaimed. When he looked back to see if he
should help Lance, he could see the other pilots amphibius shaped carrier
approaching, and a cloaked figure walking up to it. He pulled out a
control switch and a hanger door popped open. Mechanical arms reached out
and grabbed the Starlight Schneider, hauling it into the compartment. Bit
tried to get a close up view, but the hood on the cloak was up, covering
his face. "Good bye Lance. See you around." he solemnly said. So, what did
everyone think. I"m gonna take a break from this one to work on a couple
of other fics. Please read and review.
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Franky gulpped. "So..tell me..why you were at cadence"s house" cole
asked quizzically, standing infront of franky with a knife. "I just went
to say hello" franky let a tear fall. "STOP WITH THE LIES, FRANKY!" cole
punched him in the cheek, his lip bleeding. "Cole!" Zendaya shouted.
"WHY DONT YOU TELL THE TRUTH!" cole spun round and approched zendaya
with the knife. "tell what truth, cole?!" Zendaya asked, Cole pulled an
angry face and turned to franky with force, grabbing him by his shirt.
"Last chance, franky!" Cole raised the knife. "Me and cadence slept
together!" Franky cried, cole gave him a sly grin, gripping the knife.
"COLE NO!" zendaya pleaded him Cole gave franky a sadistic grin, sliding
the knife into franky"s stomach. Franky cried out in pain as the knife
punctured his skin. Quick as a flash, cole pulled the knife out, leaving
franky bleeding on the ground. Zendaya let tears fall. "FRANKY!' she
shouted, crying in fear and sadness as franky lay panting on the ground,
blood surrounding him as cole stared, grinning. "This..is the hard way"
Cadence sat on the hospital bed, staring at the drip that was injected
into her hand. she exhaled heavily, reaching for her phone. "franky.."
she said quietly, holding her phone to her heart as she began texting,
suddenly CeCe burst through the door. "i came as soon as i got your
call" CeCe smiled, taking a seat next to cadence. "i brought your
clothes, charger and some snacks. and obviously, shampoo" "thanks
CeCe.." cadence thanked her, putting the bags down on the floor.
"so..whats wrong?" "i have liver poisoning.." cadence shrugged, a tear
falling. "but..how?" CeCe looked confused. "i overdosed.." "on what?!"
"paracetamol..i think" cadence rubbed her head. "why did you do that?"
CeCe exclaimed, raising an eye. "i dont know!" cadence shrugged, holding
her phone tightly. "well..ok..all that matters is that you get better"
Meanwhile Franky crouched on the floor, his hands pressed against his
wound. "You-" franky struggled. "You dont d-deserve cadence!" "And you
dont deserve to live...but im being nice" cole grinned. "How is stabbing
someone nice?!" Zendaya shouted. "Shut it you" he threw a brick at
zendaya, hitting her in the cheek as she squealed in pain. "Just leave
it zen..he"ll h-hurt you t-too.." Franky managed painfully As cole
slammed the basememt door. Zendaya cried at the sight. "Franky!
Please..keep breathing.." She cried, trying to break free. "Zen..stop
it..y-you"ll hurt y-yourself.." Franky gave her a considerate smile
before leaning back against the wall as he closed his eyes. "Franky?"
Zen said quietly through tears, looking at him. "...franky?" "...yeah.."
Franky was out of breath and opened his eyes slightly, speaking quietly.
"..dont leave me.." Zen cried hysterically. "..your g-gonna be..ok.." He
shut his eyes again. "N-no!" Zendaya panicked, wanting franky to open
his eyes. "Please.. Stay awake" "Tell cadence.." Franky kicked his phone
to zendaya. "..tell her.." He coughed blood. "I love her.." "Franky?"
Franky closed his eyes for the last time as he exhales his last breath.
Silence. "Franky?" Zendaya called out to him, before breaking down into
tears as frankys body lay limply against the wall. hi guys! Thank you
for reading my story and staying with me after 7 months of being
inactive. It really helps me when writing the chapters, knowing i have
people to write it for. Im so sorry for leaving you all. Some of you
might notice that i usually update this fanfic in the morning at about
9:30 ( gmt+1 ). Well this might change because i help out at the stables
and i have a horse (sometimes two) to care for, ride etc. So updates
might be published in the evening or later at night. Thank you for
reading my fanfic, its greatly appriciated! Thanks for all the positive
reviews telling me your all exicted to read the next chapter! Next
chapter coming soon! Do you think frankys dead? Will zendaya text
cadence? Or will she ring the EPF? Cadence cried on cece"s shoulder.
"What if I die?" Cadence said, fear in her voice. "your not gonna die!"
cece shouted, obviously upset that her friend could die. "they"ll find
you a liver or make you better!" the nurse walked into the room with a
clipboard and a few green sheets. "cadence?" the nurse questioned
"stupid question" this made cadence, cece and the other nurse, who
seemed to be a young teenager, maybe on work experience. "thats me"
cadence said with a crack in her voice, she smiled as the mood
lightened. "you obviously know you have liver poisoning, and the cause.
we"ve looked abit further into your condition, and its not as bad as it
seems" the nurse smiled, the young girl approching cadence. "we did some
x-rays, none of them show any significant damage to your liver.." the
teen showed cadence the x-ray and pointed out the effected areas of her
organ. "what does this mean?" cece tilted her head. "it means that you
dont need a liver transplant" the teen replied as the nurse gave cadence
and cece a green sheet to fill out. "what do i need then?" cadence
asked, now looking concerned. "just some medication to take" the girl
smiled, obviously a fan of cadence, the nurse left the room to get the
medication as the girl gave cadence and cece a pen. "im so glad its
nothing serious.." cadence smiled, as did cece. "we"re glad too" cece
replied, relief filling her voice. "i wouldnt want my idol to suffer a
transplant..i"ve heard they can be painful for a while afterwards" "i
bet its not everyday you get a see a famous person on work experience"
cadence smiled, filling out the form. "should i put your name here?"
"you can do, it would look good on my record if you did" the girl
smiled, giggling. "i will do then! whats your name?" cadence asked, cece
listening too. "my names rico" the girl smiled, as cadence and cece
filled out the form as the nurse came back with a box of medication.
"whats..mine for?" cece asked as rico gave the nurse the papers.
"declaration of responsibility and just to witness her reciving the
correct medication" the nurse explained. "wait..responsible for what?!"
"her taking her medication correctly" cece tilted her head at the nurse,
she continued. "when overdoses happen, we have to have someone who will
make sure it doesnt happen again. even if the overdose wasnt
intentional" "ohhh" both cadence and cece said together. meanwhile
zendaya panicked in her attempts to work the broken phone, eventually
being able to call g-billy. the phone seemd to ring forever before he
picked up. "franky!" g-billy shouted down the phone, zendaya could hear
the other band members talking in the background. "its zendaya! i"m with
franky!" zen spoke quietly. "where are you?!" petey shouted in the
background. "coles basement! he"s kidnapped us!" "are you alright?!"
g-billy asked, grabbing his car keys. "i think i"ve broke my ribs..and
franky"s been stabbed" zen started to cry. "...s-stabbed?" the 3 males
went silent. "i-..is he...breathing?" "i...i dont think so.."zendaya had
waterfalls coming from her eyes "..i cant tell.." "call the EPF" g-billy
demanded. "we"re on our way" "hurry..please.." zen cried, putting the
phone down and calling the EPF. Really short update. i have the idea and
storyline in my head, i just have trouble getting it onto the screen
haha. "where does cole live?!" g-billy sat in his car, the other 2 band
members in their own cars. all three started their engines. "isnt cole
cadence"s boyfriend?" petey questioned. "lets go to her igloo!" "good
idea, following you, stomp!" g-billy gave stomp the signal to start
driving as the three penguins rushed out of g-billy"s driveway to
cadences house. meanwhile "here.." cole gave zendaya a glass of water,
unhooking the chains, but keeping hold of her arm tightly. "why are you
doing this?!" zen asked, angry, tears falling. "because you two deserve
this" he snarled, gritting his teeth. "franky doesnt deserve to be
dead!" zendaya cried, pointing with her other flipper. "hes not dead
stupid" cole kicked franky. "leave us alone!" zendaya cried, curling up
in a ball against the cold wall. "fine!" cole locked zendaya up again,
leaving them both in the dark once again, slamming the basement door.
"..franky?" zendaya called out softly, forgetting about the chains she
roughly tried to shuffle over to franky, being restrained by the chains.
"ouch" zendaya left wrist cracked loudly, tears flowed from her eyes as
she squealed in pain. meanwhile stomp turned into cadences drive way,
driving down the long, tree-surrounded path that lead to her house.
luckily her car was in the drive and her and cece were just unlocking
the front door. stomps car came to a sharp halt, his car making loud
grinding sound as he did so. the other two stopped behind him, g-billy
getting out and shouting to cadence. "cadence!" "what?" she replied
quietly. "where does cole live?!" g-billy shouted, cadence could tell he
was very panicked, she walked as fast as she could, without hurting,
towards him. "why? is everything ok?!" she spoke calmly, but everyone
could tell she was panicked. "is cole hurt?" "no, but franky could be!
hes kidnapped him and zendaya!" g-billy let a manly tear fall from his
eye, cece now rushing over to him and cadence. "where does he live?" "5
penguinpond way" cadence cried. "let me come with you, it stands alone.
you could miss his street easily" "alright, jump in" g-billy said,
getting back into his car. "no! cadence you need to rest, your really
ill!" cece looked scared for everyone. she needed cadence to stay at her
home, but she needed franky and zendaya to be safe. "movement like this
isnt going to get you better!" "cece my friends are more important to
me! i"m sure i"ll be ok!" cadence got in the passenger side of g-billy"s
car. "but cadence!-" "cece" cadence reassured her. "i"ll be fine, i
promise" "then let me come with you guys!" cece put on a brave face.
"no! stay here and look after lolz" cadence put her seatbelt on as
g-billy began to quickly reverse, turning his car round. the other 2
males followed. "..alright..cadence.." "yeah?" "call me if your hurt.."
cece looked worried. "i will!" cadence threw the house keys to cece as
g-billy drove down the long path, leading to the main road. stomp and
petey following behind. G-billy turned to cadence with a smirk on his
face. "you ready for some serious speed to save our friends?" he asked,
as he looked the long, empty road up and down. cadence returned a smirk.
"you bet i am-" this story is seriously getting intense. and i just want
to say this before i start writing the next chapter. i understand that
club penguin is for younger children, which means it is possible that
60% of fanfiction readers are younger children. but this story will most
likely experience some...erm..foul language in the upcoming chapters. i
know the story has already had some swearing and taboo-ish jokes, but it
wasnt consistent. and by saying that, i dont mean that from now on every
single sentence will have a bad word in it, but there will be more of
them. especially from cole and zendaya, as you can imagine. and as foul
language, i mean swearing and threatening. maybe even some soft-gore. as
you probably know or have figured out i find it abit awkward to write
love/intimate scenes; which is why i made the intimate scene with
cadence and franky a few chapters ago jokey and funny. i feel like it
takes the intimate boyfriend-girlfriend feeling away and becomes a
friendship type of intimate. in the future, i would like to write a very
cute, lovey-dovey chapter, that is just pure cadenky, with no
characters. infact i have wanted to do that for a while, but obviously,
it wouldnt fit right with the climax. plus they need to save him. and he
needs to be alive. oh dear. im so sorry. g-billy sped down the empty
road, the other two males following close behind, cadence giggling.
"this is so dangerous!" cadence sat back in her seat, unable to move as
it was too fast. "and fun!" "good way to save someone, huh!" g-billy
changed gear, causing the car to make a different noise, giving the
impression of speed as he swiftly drifted round a tight bend. cadence
squealed. "oh my god, billy!" cadence gripped the seatbelt, now feeling
adrenalin. "what?!" he checked behind them, making sure that the others
were behind. "make a left turn!" cadence pointed, g-billy slowing down a
bit as they entered a narrow, ice-layered road. "oh...oh no" cadence
squinted her eye, leaning forward. "is that...franky"s car?!" cadence
opened her window as the male stopped by the side of the wreckage. "..it
is.." g-billy looked shocked and shaken, examining the car. "..i hope
he"s ok..come on!" he hit the accelerator and drove carefully but
quickly down the road. "there!" cadence pointed to a big house away from
the other houses in the distance as g-billy drove towards it, the other
two males following close behind as they came closer. meanwhile
"franky?..." zendaya asked, trying to get herself comfy so her wrist
wasnt hurting as much. "..franky..please..wake up.." franky didnt move,
the chains restraining his actions and his breathlessness restraining
his life. blood dripping from the wound. zendaya cried painfully, her
face soaked with sweat and tears. "i hate you!" she shouted, crying,
looking up at the basement door. "i hate you so fucking much!" zendaya"s
whole body was turned into anger and pain. "your such a fuck up!" she
struggled under the chains, stressing herself out. meanwhile g-billy
slammed the breaks as the car screeched to a halt outside cole"s house
as the other three males followed. "you knock cadence..he"ll answer to
you." the three males stood at the side, as cadence stepped forward to
ring the bell. cole answered. "cadence!" cole gave her a tight hug,
almost like he was trying to take her breath from her. "cole.." cadence
smiled, then pulled away, only to be introduced to cole"s lips once
again. "we need to talk" cadence gave him a serious glare as the three
males showed themselfs. "wheres franky" "franky?" cole asked, now
starting to sweat. "yes, franky" stomp further confirmed. "and zendaya"
"im not that evil" cole grinned. "cole, kidnapping one person is bad
enough! and you"ve got two!" cadence shouted. "and you"ve stabbed one of
them!" cadence pushed cole, entering his house as he backed away. after
all, he was in fact, scared of cadence. "tell me the truth!" cadence
pinned him down, slapping him violently. "just because i"m your
girlfriend doesnt mean i cant give you a good slap when you need it!"
cadence lunged at cole as she slapped him over and over again. "i
cheated on you! i dont love you!" "then why date me?!" cole, now angry,
managed to boil up some confidence and slammed her onto the hard wood
flooring, cadence grunted. "because i was too scared to say no! but im
not scared, of a evil murder like you..not anymore, cole!" she gritted
her teeth a cole held a guitar up above him, aiming for cadence"s head.
"dont. move." cole panted, gripping the guitar. "or i will hit you.."
cadence"s POV that guitar..that voice... i thought to myself as i lay on
the cold wood, panting. i remember a male...holding a bat..just like
that...then i fell..i got knocked out.. my tried fitting pieces
together, tried tying the ends. then it hit me. he did it. he knocked me
out. he overdosed me. i lay in shock as the my unintentional overdose
jigsaw fit together. more than perfectly. 3rd person POV "you did it.."
cadence said, shocked, her eyes wide. cole dropped the guitar. "i did
what?..." cole asked, turned his head to the side abit, avoiding eye
contact. "you..knocked me out" "no.." cole answered quickly. refusing
responsibility of her accident. "yes!" cadence let a tear fall as
another car pulled up. two officers sped in. "we got a call? EPF" the
black and while male penguin showed their badges, cadence"s scared
expression turned to a smile. g-billy, stomp and petey explaining to the
agents the suituation. coles eyes suddenly filled with worry, looking
straight into cadence"s. he whispered. "cadence.." cole let a tear fall,
his eyes moist. "..cole.." cadence replied half heartedly. she felt,
somewhere in her heart, in the very depth of it, sympathy for cole.
"..its your own fault" "i know.." cole lowered his head as the officers
finished talking to the males, the officer approached cadence and cole.
"cadence ma"am? need a hand?" the officer held his flipper out to
cadence, she accepted, pulling herself up and dusting herself off.
"thanks.." she said quietly. "cole..your under arrest for assault and
suspected murder and abduction" the other officer put cole in handcuffs,
leading him to the back of the police car and seated him, shutting the
door. "dont move" they locked the door, re-entering the house. cadence
was sat on the sofa, her face covered by her flippers. g-billy looked
abit annoyed at her. petey and stomp looking for the basement door.
"...why are you crying?" g-billy asked, standing in front of cadence.
"..you.." cadence sniffled. "dont understand" "dont understand what?
that franky might be dead? and zendaya could be hurt?!" petey overheard
the small conversation, glancing over to the blue male and peach
young-adult. cadence replied with a silent sniffle. "...he"s my
boyfriend.." "WHO DO YOU LOVE?!" g-billy yelled at her loudly. cadence
looked up, tears falling, her skin going pale. she had her mouth open
abit as she swallowed down guilt. "cole or franky?!" "...franky.."
cadence had to answer, and at this moment in time, franky was the
correct answer. or, the answer that would save her ass from a whooping
off g-billy. "right then" g-billy crossed his flippers as the officers
walked over to the female. "ma"am are you alright?" the officer asked,
taking a seat next to cadence. "im fine..thanks.." cadence answered
slowly. "i found it!" petey was pointing to a door inside the closet, he
opened it with ease. "why wouldnt you put a lock on it?" "beats me"
stomp said, looking down into the basement. "zendaya?!" he shouted.
"yeah?" she answered painfully as the penguins ran down the step,
turning the light on. "franky!" cadence screamed, running to his side,
crying hysterically. "franky wake up!" she shook him, the others
unhooking zendaya who was hugging petey. the officers ran over to
franky. "cole stabbed him.." zendaya told them all, crying as she held
her wrist and walked over to cadence. "zendaya..can we talk with you if
you dont mind?" the chief EPF officer asked her calmly. "sure.." she
rubbed cadences back, cadence cried on franky"s shoulder. "want a
moment?" g-billy stroked her hair comfortingly. "..please.." cadence had
her face buried in franky"s chest. "i"ll stay.." stomp stepped forward,
kneeling the othet side of franky, unclipping the chains. "..just for
comfort.." he earned a nod from cadence as the others left. "..you
okay?" stomp asked, sitting franky back. "..." cadence sniffed, gripping
franky"s top. stomp sniffled abit, then rubbed cadence back as she cried
into franky"s jacket. "...this is all my fault.." she muffled into his
jacket quietly. "dont say that.." "it is..if i"d of just said no to cole
or not cheated on him..franky wouldnt be in this mess..he wouldnt be
hated by cole...and he wouldnt be dead...i hate myself...he"s innocent
and he"s dead.." cadence cried, hugging franky. "..im so sorry...so so
sorry.." stomp couldnt tell her otherwise, because she was right in a
sense. the officers and some nurses came down the stairs with a
stretcher to put franky"s body on. "cadence, we need you to come to the
station. you need to be questioned." the chief told her, helping her up.
"..s-sure.." cadence got a bit nervous. "b-but..franky.." "dont
worry..he"s going to the hospital..he hasnt been dead for too long..he"s
still quite coloured." the doctors wrapped a bandage package on franky"s
wound. "we"ll let you know how he"s doing and you can come and see him"
"so he"s going to live?!" cadence"s tears stopped falling as fast.
"we"ll do our best" the doctors lifted his body to an ambulance as
cadence followed stomp and the officers out the basement, and out of the
house that was taped off as a crime scene. wow! this is the longest
chapter i"ve ever done, its got 1,484 words not including this authors
note! dayum son! anyway, this chapter turned out to go alot further than
i expected it to. i was going to stretch this bit of the story across 3
short chapters (because you all loveee short chapters). i chose to do
this on one because i would forget the storyline. i hope your all not
too sad about it. also, the next chapter will be sort of complicated
because it"s going to be from the different characters points of view
instead of 3rd person like usual. just a warning.
thanksssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
wow got a bit excited there. i"d like to say this chapter now has 1,615
words including the note Cadence"s POV I rubbed my eyes as i sat in the
coridoor with g-billy at the police station, but tears kept falling down
my pale face. I felt sick and guilty. "What are you gonna say?" G-billy
asked me. He bad his arms crossed. "Im gonna answer whatever they ask
me" i told him with a crack in my voice. "No sticking up for cole"
g-billy sat next to me, his hand on my shoulder. He pulled me into a
hug.
- ' I can''t say I had an unproductive day, as I vaccuumed and did dishes and made cookies and straightened up the bedroom. But it doesn''t seem I did much. That''s okay, tho! I must enjoy the free time while I still have it. DATE. Then the great unknowns should be known; i.e., did I pass prelims? will I be going to GPE? what am I going to do with my cat? (okay, that last one is of slightly less importance..heehee.) '
- >-
The inspectors mind was swirling - My Phryne? So much money! With this
kind of money, maybe he could follow her to England... My Phryne? But he
couldn"t possibly accept the money, it wasn"t the right thing to do...
My Phryne? If she were here he wouldn"t need her help, so she would be
helping to solve the problem she created... My Phryne. Sensing his inner
turmoil, Mr Butler asked again in a gentle voice "Do you love her Sir?"
"Yes." Jack replied without realising it. He looked up, shocked that he
had voiced his innermost feelings, feelings he hadn"t really admitted to
himself - and voiced them to her butler, no less! He groaned and hung
his head in his arms on the table. Could he really blame the hangover
for this? "Right then," Mr Butler said, standing up again, "you go home
and pack your suitcase, and I"ll make all the travel arrangements." He
said it so matter-of-factly that Jack started to rise, automatically
doing what he was told without thinking. "What?!" Mr Butler smiled. "I
presume you will want to go after her Inspector. I am familiar with her
travel plans and have a few contacts of my own. I am sure we can arrange
for you to meet up in London in no time at all. I"ll use the money she
has left for you to book your passage as soon as possible. In the mean
time, you need to pack your belongings and organise some time off
work... Given the hours you seem to spend working, I presume you have
some time owing to you?" It took a minute for what Mr B was saying to
sink in. Jack wasn"t used to other people taking charge for him. Oh
sure, Miss Fisher pushed her way in all the time, but secretly he knew
it was only because he let her. Even in the beginning, he was more
curious about her detecting abilities. But now, here was Mr Butler
taking charge of the situation. Jack knew he had extensive military
experience and could see him as a very effective authority figure. Given
his current state, Jack knew he needed help. "Er.. Yes," repliedJack, "I
haven"t taken any leave for the past 10 years. And lately when I"ve
tried, Miss Fisher has managed to find work for me to do." He said with
a wry smile. "Yes," agreed Mr Butler, "she does seem to attract...the
need for your professional services...". It was settled. Mr B would make
all the arrangements while Jack tidied up at the office and at home.
Jack would return to Miss Fisher"s house later in the afternoon to go
through the travel plans. As Jack sat in his office making notes on his
open cases he wondered how he was going to tell the commissioner. He
couldn"t admit the real reason he was taking leave. When he finished the
last case and tidied his desk, he could put it off no longer. "Am I
really doing this?' he thought. He was anxious and excited at the same
time. He rang the number for the commissioner and took a deep breath.
"Good afternoon Sir, Detective Inspector Robinson here... I need to take
a leave of absence to attend to an urgent personal matter in London. I
will require all of my saved leave as I do not know how long it will
take... Senior Sergeant Collins is across all of my cases and he will be
back from his honeymoon next week. I have left notes for my
replacement... No sir, I believe Miss Fisher is off flying around the
world on a trip with her father, so she won"t be a bother to anyone
while I"m gone... Yes Sir... I will return at the earliest
convenience... Thank-you Sir". He hung up the phone and breathed. That
was almost too easy. He allowed himself a little smirk at the question
about Miss Fisher causing havoc to his replacement, and thought he
covered that well, without gaining suspicion. He checked the time and
headed home to pack. He found his small, old, battered suitcase and
wondered if it would last the journey. It would have to do. On opening
his wardrobe, Jack was at a loss as to what to pack. Just then, there
was a knock at the door. He had heard Miss Fisher comment many times
about Mr Butler"s uncanny ability to turn up when needed with whatever
was needed of him, but he never really believed it until now. "Mr
Butler?! I thought we were going to meet at Miss Fisher"s house at 3?"
"Yes, sorry Sir, but I thought this suitcase might be of use to you." He
walked in bearing a brand new large case and proceeded through the door.
"If you could point me in the direction of the bedroom Sir?" he said.
Stunned, Jack pointed to the rear. He didn"t even bother asking how Mr
Butler knew where he lived. Mr Butler then proceeded to pack the case
with all Jack"s requirements. Jack guessed he"d done this many times
before for various employers in the past, but he still felt uneasy
letting someone else do this task for him. Sensing Jack"s discomfort, Mr
Butler began asking questions to involve Jack in the packing process.
"Your tux, Sir?" "Will I need it?" he asked, surprised again. "Well Sir,
I believe with Miss Fisher, it is best to be prepared for any
situation." Jack smiled, yes, anything could happen when Miss Fisher was
on the scene. They successfully packed appropriate clothing for any
situation they could think of and closed the lid on the case. Jack
noticed that the clasp had his initials engraved in it. "Where did you
get this case from?" he asked. "I didn"t think you would want to borrow
one of Miss Fisher"s, so I bought this one with some of the money she
left for you. It wasn"t too expensive, but I guessed that since you
haven"t travelled much lately, your old case may have been lacking.
"Er.. Thank-you, Mr Butler" Jack replied. The Inspector couldn"t help
but wonder what Mr Butler had done prior to butler-ing. They then
settled down to discuss travel plans. Mr Butler had arranged a flight to
Fremantle where he would meet up with the ship that Mr Fisher had missed
two days before. The liner would allow the Inspector to use Mr Fisher"s
ticket. "They may have gotten the impression that you are required in
London for a case Sir and I didn"t think it my place to discuss your
reasons for travel." Mr Butler explained with a sly grin on his face.
Jack couldn"t help but chuckle at that. He realised that sometimes it
was a blessing to have someone else make arrangements on your behalf!
"Now the last part of the journey is not confirmed yet. You could stay
on the ship all the way to London, however, if you are able to get off
in France and fly the last leg, it would save you a few days. I am still
following up a contact over there and I"ll send a telegram once
arrangements are made." His mind raced - he had a few contact overseas
too, from his time in the war. He passed on the information to Mr Butler
and they discussed alternative options. Between them, they had most of
the Continent covered and he really only needed to stay on the ship long
enough to cross the ocean. He would expect a telegram from Mr B to
confirm their plans and disembark in Egypt. At that revelation, Jack"s
heart leapt - was there a chance he could meet her at the airport? They
had been delayed in Ceylon for nearly a week, while some repairs were
being done on the plane. She"d hated flying through the storm, but
sometimes you just didn"t have a choice. Miss Fisher read the newspapers
to see what was happening back home & noticed that there was a ship
bound for England that was due to arrive in Bombay, India that day. She
wished she"d had news from home - Dot & Hugh were still on their
honeymoon & Mr B wasn"t in the habit of divulging information unbidden.
She suddenly felt very lonely. To clear her head, she went for a walk
along the beach & headed down towards the hangar. She was pleased to see
that the plane looked like it was nearly ready to fly again. "Perfect
timing Miss. She"ll be ready for a test flight this afternoon and if it
all checks out, you can leave in the morning." "Excellent! I"ll be here
at 3:00!" It would be good to get up in the air again. Nothing
frustrated her more than being stuck somewhere with nothing to do.
Whilst she"d had many offers of social engagements, none of them had
been particularly appealing to her so she had declined them all, instead
spending her days wandering through markets and hanging around the
airfield checking the progress of the repairs. She wandered back to the
room & quietly ate lunch with her father. The afternoon test flight went
without a hitch and she made preparations to leave in the morning -
they"d fly over India & make it to Bombay by tomorrow night. Miss Fisher
had been travelling for weeks. She was glad that the roar of the plane"s
engine prevented her from having to talk with her father throughout the
day, but the evenings were exhausting. He was like a child she had to
care for - why couldn"t he find them a hotel for once? Or some food?
Each day was much the same: rising early, a quick breakfast, organise
the day"s travel & accommodation plans then hop in the plane and take
off for the next stopover. She had met some gorgeous male specimens on
the journey so far, but her heart hadn"t been in the flirtations she
made more out of habit than anything else. She knew that if she"d made
this trip a few short months ago she would have been having lots of fun,
delighting in the men along the way. She kept telling herself it was
because of her fathers presence, but deep down she knew it had much more
to do with the person who entrusted her with some lost property; a
certain blue swallow brooch she wore everyday. She found herself
absent-mindedly turning the brooch over and over in her hands as she
thought. She slowly smiled as the colours sparkled in the late afternoon
sun, tired from a long day of flying. She thought about how it came to
be in her possession. She had told Jack a story from her childhood: of
her first theft as a child growing up in Collingwood. The next night
after they had wrapped up the case, Jack had pinned the brooch on her,
telling her it was on loan - lost property. It was such a lovely
gesture, entrusting her with the brooch, it showed that he"d really
listened to her - something not many other men did. And that he wanted
to make up for something that had happened in her past, to lighten her
load. It suddenly occurred to her that it was very convenient that a
swallow brooch happened to be in Mary"s van with the other stolen jewels
when Jack had searched it. Phryne didn"t really believe in coincidences.
As she handled the brooch, she felt the back of it & noticed that there
was a rough patch. How many times had she worn this pin since the
Inspector had presented it to her? She didn"t care to guess. Why had she
never noticed the roughness before? She turned it over to take a closer
look. There, on the back under the clasp was a tiny engraving: "for
Phryne". Her eyes widened with the sudden realisation that Jack hadn"t
borrowed it from "lost property", but rather he"d bought it for her
after hearing her story... Why would he do that? Why would he not tell
her? She knew why - whatever they were, they weren"t in the type of
relationship where he could buy her jewellery without some serious
questions. It must have cost him a whole month"s wages! Her heart filled
with emotions she didn"t know what to do with and she could feel a tear
coming to her eye. This just wouldn"t do! She was Phryne Fisher, Lady
Detective, not some silly schoolgirl! She admitted to herself that she
really hoped he would come after her - it was the first time she"d ever
told a man she wanted him. Phryne hoped he understood what that meant.
Her heart skipped a beat at the thought of Jack and knew he would - he
seemed to understand everything about her lately. She returned the pin
to her lapel with extra care, knowing it was hers to cherish forever.
Just then, her father returned. * Author"s note: I just re watched
"Blood and Money" and changed a couple of references to the lost
property as it came from Mary"s van, rather than the Station. I wasn"t
sure about including the paragraph about the engraving, remembering that
he would have had to do this in about a day whilst investigating the
thefts & Badger"s murder... Also, I"m not sure he would risk the
exposure of his feelings at that time... But it just reads so nicely &
initial feedback liked the idea, so thanks for suspending belief a
little bit & going on the ride with me! Next morning she was up with the
sun, dressed quickly and managed to convince her father to do the same.
They headed out to the airfield by 8 o"clock. She tried to convince
herself she was just eager to get in the air & get closer to delivering
her father to her mother. The men were ready with the plane when they
got there. She carefully checked all the visible repairs again and
climbed into the cockpit. It didn"t take long before she was heading
down the runway & up into the air - she squealed with delight as the
plane handled perfectly. Before she knew it, she was out over the gulf.
It was an uneventful flight, and she was glad of it. She did not want
any further delays. They landed in Bombay and quickly found the little
hotel that had been recommended to them by Mr Butler. Miss Fisher and
her father dined in a little restaurant not far from their hotel. "Did
you have friends on the ship that left this morning?!" the waitress
enquired with a friendly voice. "No. We"ve just arrived ourselves," Mr
Fisher replied. "Oh. Just as well. We were so busy last night - you
wouldn"t have been able to get a table!" She smiled as she took their
orders & left. "What"s wrong Phryne, my love? You look a little down."
asked Mr Fisher. She looked up at him thinking "What"s wrong? I"ll tell
you what"s wrong! What"s wrong is the fact that I"m sitting here with
you instead of a loving, caring man who gave me the most thoughtful gift
ever and he finally kissed me! I could be doing who knows what with him,
right now but instead I"m sitting here with you half way around the
world!' What she said was "I"m just a little tired". She excused herself
and went to the ladies room when she felt herself blushing at the
thought of Jack. She sighed, Jack. What was he doing right now, she
wondered. Would he be on a case in Melbourne without her? Would he be
waiting for the next ship to leave? She hoped he and Mr Butler had
somehow caught up with each other. She didn"t want him to have any
excuses to hide behind. Either he wanted to follow her, or not. Urgh!
This wouldn"t do! She realised that she was frustrating herself now! The
more she tried to put Jack out of her mind and be her old self, the one
who toyed with men for fun, the more she wanted to leave her father &
fly back to be with him! She had to put these thoughts aside. She didn"t
want to change. She"d sworn she would never change for a man. Ever. But
she found herself wanting to do things for him... be there for him...
She"d even found that she wasn"t enjoying flirting with other men... She
felt like she wanted to cry. Was she losing herself? They hadn"t even
done anything! One kiss! One little kiss... One sweet, passionate kiss
that left her giddy... Oh dear... How had this happened? Ever since
they"d met, he just been there for her... He"d seen her at her worst and
was still there for her... She knew she could trust him - he"d saved her
life on more than one occasion... But he"d also helped mend her heart -
finding Janey, dealing with Rene, getting to the truth with her
father... She was slowly realising that she was already in a loving,
caring relationship with the man - the only thing missing was the sex.
And if he would admit it too, if he came to England, she knew she could
do something about that... She smiled a little, wicked grin at the
thought. She felt a little better now - not the soppy, lovesick girl
wondering if a man liked her the same way - she knew he liked her (he"d
made romantic overtures to her after all), she chuckled at the memory...
and the swallow pin... She sighed as she unconsciously lifted her hand
to feel the pin on her lapel... No, now she was back to being the
hunter... If he made it to England, she would be back in control... She
would seduce him and make him beg for mercy... She was starting to make
a plan. Phryne straightened herself up and returned to the table with a
smile on her face, just as dinner arrived. "Looks delicious!" She said
kindly to the waitress and began to tuck in. Next morning, they left
Bombay, heading out near the Arabian Sea, towards Karachi. Whenever they
were over water or near a coast, she would often marvel at all the ships
passing underneath. When she was a child, she sometimes used to go down
to the docks and wonder about all the places they"d been and adventures
she might have if ever she was brave enough to stow away on one. Miss
Fisher found herself reminiscing as they neared an ocean liner. She
could see a hundred or so passengers out on the deck, enjoying the
sunshine and fresh air. Ladies in their dresses, flowing in the breeze -
Phryne chuckled at that; a pants suit would be so much more practical...
Oh, how she missed Mac. Mac always had such good advice. A good chat
with Mac would soon straighten out her doubts & concerns. After her
epiphany at dinner last night, she found that doubts kept creeping in.
She was struggling to hold on to the idea that he really wanted her,
rather than an image of her, that he wouldn"t want to change who she
was. No matter how many butterflies sprang up in her stomach when she
thought of him, there was no way she would let herself be owned by a man
again, even if she had to enlist Mac"s help. Phryne couldn"t help but
turn her attention to the men on the deck as they got closer. She could
see men in suits reading and some rather fine specimen in more casual
clothes engaging in sporting activities, but her attention was drawn to
one man, standing apart from everyone else, save for a lady friend he
was talking to. He was wearing a long trench coat & hat, with hands
stuffed in his pockets. Author"s note: A big thankyou to
the-illuminaughty-confirmed over on tumblr for the flight plan & ship
itinerary which I"ve used for this story. Jack had been on the ship for
nearly 2 weeks and was finding his confidence waning. Everyday he
doubted himself. "Did she really want him to actually follow her?' What
would he do if he got there and she laughed at him? He couldn"t help
wondering if Miss Fisher had been faithful on the journey; no doubt she
will have found herself with many fine, exotic young men... Urgh... He
couldn"t bear to think of it. A big part of him expected her to find
comfort along the way, after all - that was part of who she was. But he
couldn"t help wishing, hoping that she was finally able to have a more
meaningful relationship with just one man. He had told her once that
he"d never ask her to change, but then he"d also said that he couldn"t
be part of the parade of men coming through her parlour... "And then we
couldn"t help but laugh at the whole thing..." Jack was vaguely aware
that the woman standing opposite him had just finished telling him some
story which she obviously thought was hilarious. "Yes." he said.
Immediately regretting it. "I"m sorry Miss - Hall was it?, I"m afraid my
mind is elsewhere. I"m not very good company at the moment." "Nonsense,
Mr Robinson. Are you feeling alright? Would you like me to accompany you
back to your quarters so you can rest?" "No. Thankyou." Why did society
women think that any man travelling alone was a potential husband? He"d
been propositioned more than once, and other than saying "I"m chasing
after my beloved" he was struggling to find excuses to turn them away.
In the distance, he could see a plane in the sky. He smiled and thought
of Phryne. "You like planes do you?" Miss Hall asks, misinterpreting the
smile. As the plane gets closer, Phryne realises that it IS Jack
standing on the deck! She calls out in excitement (not that he would
hear), but seeing that he"s talking to "another woman", she finds
herself getting upset - why would he hop on a boat half way around the
world only to fall into the arms of another woman? She knew she was
jumping to conclusions, but she couldn"t help it; "soppy fool!' she
declared to herself. Jack is staring at the plane until it is almost at
the ship - it looks so much like her plane. Could it possibly be? Yes!
"Phryne!" he yells excitedly as he turns his back on the woman who"d
been chatting at him for the past week, to watch plane better. He takes
off his hat to wave it at the plane. She sees him turn his back on the
woman and wave at her with his hat. Even from this distance, she can
tell that he is smiling at her. "Jack!" She squeals with delight! She
turns the plane to fly past a second time, this time time coming in as
low as possible along the side of the ship. And for the first time in
two weeks, they both feel the same thing at the same time: sheer relief,
joy and excitement. They wave at each other as the plane goes by,
confirming their commitment to each other, doubts disappear and neither
of them care who can see the big silly, happy grins that can"t be wiped
off their faces... Author"s note: this is where "Come After Me"
concludes. I am writing another story that begins when they meet up in
London. Thankyou so much to all those who "favourited" and/or left
comments on this, my first effort at creative writing since high school,
many years ago. Feedback is always appreciated.
pipeline_tag: sentence-similarity
library_name: sentence-transformers
metrics:
- cosine_accuracy
- cosine_accuracy_threshold
- cosine_f1
- cosine_f1_threshold
- cosine_precision
- cosine_recall
- cosine_ap
- cosine_mcc
model-index:
- name: SentenceTransformer based on answerdotai/ModernBERT-base
results:
- task:
type: binary-classification
name: Binary Classification
dataset:
name: lovesit
type: lovesit
metrics:
- type: cosine_accuracy
value: 0.8195364238410596
name: Cosine Accuracy
- type: cosine_accuracy_threshold
value: 0.5910154581069946
name: Cosine Accuracy Threshold
- type: cosine_f1
value: 0.7775665399239544
name: Cosine F1
- type: cosine_f1_threshold
value: 0.4655485153198242
name: Cosine F1 Threshold
- type: cosine_precision
value: 0.696763202725724
name: Cosine Precision
- type: cosine_recall
value: 0.8795698924731182
name: Cosine Recall
- type: cosine_ap
value: 0.8703252460710647
name: Cosine Ap
- type: cosine_mcc
value: 0.6230693663993592
name: Cosine Mcc
SentenceTransformer based on answerdotai/ModernBERT-base
This is a sentence-transformers model finetuned from answerdotai/ModernBERT-base. It maps sentences & paragraphs to a 768-dimensional dense vector space and can be used for semantic textual similarity, semantic search, paraphrase mining, text classification, clustering, and more.
Model Details
Model Description
- Model Type: Sentence Transformer
- Base model: answerdotai/ModernBERT-base
- Maximum Sequence Length: 8192 tokens
- Output Dimensionality: 768 dimensions
- Similarity Function: Cosine Similarity
Model Sources
- Documentation: Sentence Transformers Documentation
- Repository: Sentence Transformers on GitHub
- Hugging Face: Sentence Transformers on Hugging Face
Full Model Architecture
SentenceTransformer(
(0): Transformer({'max_seq_length': 8192, 'do_lower_case': False, 'architecture': 'ModernBertModel'})
(1): Pooling({'word_embedding_dimension': 768, 'pooling_mode_cls_token': False, 'pooling_mode_mean_tokens': True, 'pooling_mode_max_tokens': False, 'pooling_mode_mean_sqrt_len_tokens': False, 'pooling_mode_weightedmean_tokens': False, 'pooling_mode_lasttoken': False, 'include_prompt': True})
)
Usage
Direct Usage (Sentence Transformers)
First install the Sentence Transformers library:
pip install -U sentence-transformers
Then you can load this model and run inference.
from sentence_transformers import SentenceTransformer
# Download from the 🤗 Hub
model = SentenceTransformer("ashercn97/av-v2")
# Run inference
sentences = [
'"Let"s give him what he wants. I may have only the basic Zero armor for the Liger, but that"s all I need. After all, I beat the Berserk Fury with that. Time to show you guys just who"s over confident." Bit nearly shouted. "The area within a twelve mile radius is a designated zoid battle ground. Only competitors and personnel have authorized entry. The Blitz Team verses the Stratus Team. Area scanned, battle field set up, ready...Fight" the Judge said. The Blitz Team advanced slowly, fully alert and causeous, but mostly because the Liger had donned the Panzer armor, slowing it down dramatically. Before long, though, there radars found an object racing toward them. A fox type zoid charged the Blitz Teams three worriers. It was white, with a slight tinge of blue in it, like a star. It looked similar to the Shadow Fox, but was very different from any other fox-type zoid know, like how the Liger Zero looked rather unique in comparison to other Liger"s. The only visible armament with a laser Vulcan gun on its back. "Everyone, watch out. One thing I"ve found is that he"s good. Really good. Don"t play around." Jamie commanded from his post in the Hover Cargo. "Roger that." they all returned. The Gun Sniper stopped in its tracks and opened up with her Gatling rifles and the various smaller guns on her wrist. The agile fox just danced around the shells as they grazed the dirt to its sides. The Liger tried to keep up with its movements, the insanely heavy Panzer armor slowed his reflexes to much. Before long it was face to face with the Liger and Fox. It leaped over the Liger and tackled the Shadow Fox, then bounded off before turning around to fire the back mounted weapon at the Liger Zero"s turning body, but the beams just shattered on contact with the dense metal. So, it took off towards the Gun Sniper instead, blowing right passed the other two, much to the annoyance of the Liger"s piolet, who had just turned all the way around. "How can he have reflexes like that. In a matter of seconds, he knocked our two best down and is closing in on the Gun Sniper. That shouldn"t be possible!" Jamie was nearly shouting. Even Dr. Tauros had stopped playing with his zoid models to watch the match for a change. However, after a few moments, his gaping jaw closed and curled his lips into a smile that meant that he understood what was happening. "Bit, according to the computer, you only have ten minutes until you hit critical and have to switch armor. Hurry up." Jamie commanded. "Easy for you to say." Bit returned. "You aren"t the one sweating his life away." Bit inhaled a deep breath as the scope for the Hybrid Cannons slid in front of his eye. Brad was not having fun. The opposing zoid was always ahead of him, dodging every attack, while Leena just fired madly, and to no avail. Brad leaped again, trying to come down on Lance from above, but the enemy just jumped backwards, Brad"s claw hitting earth. Brad pulled his paw free and turned to face the enemy fox, and was about to try again when some thing caught his eye and he tore off to the left. Lance simply looked around for the cause of this sudden development. Unfortunately, he didn"t notice the twin lasers of raw golden energy blazing towards him in time, and only avoided a direct hid, being thrown by the intense shockwaves that fallowed. Rolling and tumbling on the earth, Lance contemplated his current situation. "Rrr. Starlight, please stay with me. We have a match to win. Don"t freeze on me now!" he pleaded with the mechanical fox. It stood up, the damage minor to what it could have been. Mostly scratches and dents in his armor. He looked over at the Liger Zero. "What awesome assault power. But I wonder, just how long can he hold out with the abnormal heat that that armor must be emitting. How long till he has to..." He was cut of with the answer as the Liger"s armor broke off and crashed on the ground. The basic body of the cat creature shook itself, enjoying the new freedom from the insanely heavy steel plates. It then bounded off towards the team transport, what ever it was they called it, as the Gun Sniper charged out, fully reloaded. "Must be off to change his armor. It"s the only logical explanation." Lance sighed. "This could be the chance I need to focus on the other two." He jumped from side to side, trying to avoid Leena"s relentless assault. However, her accuracy had improve to a degree, forcing Lance to completely focus on her, giving Brad the lack of attention he needed to carefully aim at his prey. The black fox"s back mounted canon opened fire on the white enemy, punching into his side, knocking him down to the ground. Leena ran over and promptly started to stomp him with her zoids massive foot as Brad charged in, his front paws lighting up the same way they had only three days ago. "Strike Laser Claw!" he cried as he jumped into the air, claws stretched forward. "Right. You wish." Lance said out loud. He twisted his controls, and the two ion boosters ignited and, throwing him out from under Leena, and away from Brad. "Brad, watch it!" Leena shouted over her com as Lance pulled away, tripping her and making her fall to the ground in his place. But it was too late. Brad"s strike hit home, just on the wrong person. Leena was out of the battle. "BRAD!! WHAT WAS THAT FOR!" "Leena"s been knocked out?!" Bit cried as the white armor locked in place. "Uh, yeah." Jamie exclaimed. Things were definitely not going their way. Lance was using them to attack each other, which caused confusion and disunity with one another. "Listen Brad, don"t get to close. Try and stay one step ahead of him until Bit can get back." "Alright. But if this doesn"t work Jamie, I"m taking your next paycheck." was the reply. Brad opened fire, running along the side of his rival at the same time. But the other fox did the same, holding them at a stalemate. Then, an idea began to form within the mercenaries mind. He pulled a small trigger in his controls, and thick black smoke poured out, swallowing himself, and billowing out around Lance"s zoid. He could tell from the way that Lance was moving that he lacked the same scanning equipment as the Shadow Fox. Be moved over to the right in as stealthy a way as possible, but Lance still jerked his zoids head in that direction. Brad moved one foot to the left, and Lance opened fire. Brad easily avoided, and dashed towards the edge of the smoke. "Now"s my chance.\' he thought to himself as his front paws lit up. He jumped almost strait up and out, startling hie adversary. "What"s this?!" Lance screamed inside of his cockpit. Brad had disappeared within a thick shroud of smoke. He turned on a heat censor, but nothing showed. "The smoke must be hot enough to hide his heat signature. Well then," he smiled, flipping a switch. Everything inside the cockpit was drowned out buy the sudden burst of noise. He had turned his sound receivers up to their max. He listened hard, trying to pinpoint Brads location. He heard it faintly. A step off to the left. He turned to face it, and maxed out his cameras to get as clear a view as he could, but the cloud was all to thick. Then, he heard a louder one just over to the right. His gun blared to life at the new target, but he had no way of knowing weather or not he had managed to make contact. Then, his attention was forced up as the Shadow Fox burst out above him, claws ready for a Strike Laser Claw. "Good thinking, but it wont work. You"ve left yourself quite vulnerable actually." he grinned as he aimed his gun up at the Shadow Fox. "You need some way of quickly changing your position before you can pull off a move like that. Without them, you wont survive." he fired, pummeling Brads zoid, who fell off balance. He then charged in and used his zoids skull to smash right into Brads, flipping him over his back and crashing him. This victory was shot lived though, because only a few seconds after did a green blur race overhead, showering him with bullets. "What the..." he was cut off again as a white Liger rammed his left side. "Hi, it"s me." Bit smirked. "Hey Jam...Wild Eagle. How you doing?" "Ha ha ha. The Wild Eagle fears no man or pilot. He will crush all opposition." the Raynos pilots alter-ego exclaimed. He turned and flew into the back of what remained of the cloud. When he raced out, he was met by several rounds of shells, tearing through his armor. Jamie, or more correctly, the Wild Eagle, crashed and skidded to a halt. "Three down, one more." Lance muttered. "But the damage I"ve sustained..." he said as he punched a few keys. "My head armor, front legs, and left side are all down over thirty percent. I"ll have to end this as quickly I can." Bit watched as Jamie was taken down only minutes after entering the fray. But, he had done a good deal of damage to Lance. And, Bit had a plan. "Hey you! I"m challenging you to a one charge battle!" "I accept." came a calm, almost frightening reply, but no face to match it with. It really was spine tingling. "This will be easy. With the Liger"s Strike Laser Claw, I can end this pretty easily. No sweat.\' Bit took off at a run, charging the opposing fox-type zoid head-on. "Let"s do this right." The Liger"s front claws burned to life. "Strike Laser Claw!" He leapt high into the air, but when he tilted his head down to check his aim, Lance wasn"t in the correct spot. He was directly under him. He jumped up and smashed into the Liger Zeros stomach, knocking it off balance, and into the ground. Lance charged in, just as Bit did the same. He watched as Bit prepared for the Stike Laser Claw, playing directly into his hand. "Thank you, Mister Cloud. That"s exactly what I expected, and wanted you to do. Starlight. Let"s do this!" he moved in. He jumped right into Bit, catching the young pilot off guard. He looked down on the fallen zoid. "Your pathetic. I thought that the mighty Liger Zero would do better than that. I"m ashamed. And so, I"ll end this." He vaulted into the air. Bit looked up in horror. He saw and all to familiar light blaze to life above him. Then, a very familiar command was heard. "STRIKE LASER CLAW!" Lance"s attack cut both the Liger"s right legs off, freezing his battle command system. "Battle over! Battle over!" the judge decreed, raising his arms. "The winner is, the Stratus Team." "WHAT?!" Bit shouted, slamming his fist onto the console. "We lost?! NOOOOO!" "Liger!" Bit screamed inside of his zoid as he looked at the screen. "What? A command system freeze. How is that possible? Liger!" The battle had been in progress for only fifteen minutes, and already, Bit was out. The Blitz Team was facing off against the Amazoness Team. A team composed completely of women, and used a Hellcat, Lightening Saix, and was lead by a Royal Saber Tiger. Even with the Jager, the Liger Zero simply refused to perform at its best. Its mobility was barely that of the basic Zero unit, and it moved at more of a trot than a run. Bit just couldn"t figure it out. "Leena, Brad, you two have got to win this one on your own. Liger"s out, and if we loose, we"ll be booted out of Class S." "Whatever. Really Bit. Your hopeless. Ahahahah." Leena laughed as she unloaded just about every ounce of ammunition on the Hellcat. "Points for Leena. Oh yah!" Brad, on the other hand, had his hands full. The Liger had originally been despatched to deal with the Saber, while Brad could use the Shadow Foxes maneuverability to take down the Saix, while the Liger would deal with the Royal Saber. But now that Bit was out of the match, he was stuck trying to fight both off. "Leena, support would be nice. Gloat later!" he hailed as he dodged another charge from the Lightening Saix. It landed and skid to a halt, pivoting on its heals. But its lack of ability to make such a tight turn in such little time was all Brad needed. He took a firing stance and unleashed as many rounds on the ultra fast zoid as he possibly could. When it fell over, and didn"t get back up, Brad took that as a system freeze. What happened next was rather unexpected. A shower of missiles and other explosives crashed around Brad, rocking him around, and taking him out of the battle. "What happened?!" he inquired of no one in particular. Although he could no longer move, his main camera showed him that it was actually Leena who had done that. "LEENA!" he shouted. "Yes. I got that Saber Tiger. I DID! HA!" she jubilantly decreed. Brad looked all around and found that lying behind him was the crumpled remains of the final enemy zoid. Leena had been attacking it as it tried to creep up on Brad, and therefore, caught it off guard. "Battle over! Battle over!" the judge announced. "The winner is, the Blitz Team!" Elsewhere on the planet Zi, in a small café where most zoid pilots hung out when not doing matnence or battling. A figure in a black cloak laughed. He had been watching the battle, and been taking note of the Blitz Teams style. When he had calmed down, he set some money on the counter and walked out of the restaurant. "Not much of a team." he smiled. "Bit!" Leena yelled at the blond haired pilot at the Tauros Base. "Get that zoid of yours in gear. We barely won because of you." They were discussing the battle of the previous day. "And the Shadow Fox was seriously damaged." Brad put in. "Hey now, wait a second." Bit defended. "You can"t blame that on me. Leena did that." "Because you weren"t there to deal with that Saber. So she did what needed to be done. So get that Liger into shape." "And soon." Doctor Tauros put in. "We just got a call from the battle commission. The next battle has been set. And I think it just might be what we need to stimulate the Liger Zero." "What do you mean Doc?" Bit asked. "It"s against Lance Celeric." Jamie explained. "And this will help Liger how?" "Don"t you get it Bit?" Leena nearly shrieked. "Liger"s upset because we were beat by one zoid. And it was Lance who was in that zoid." she exclaimed. "Your right. It"s time for revenge. After three months of failed performance by me and the Liger, we can go up against the guy that did this to us. Lets do it." Bit said, jumping up. "Jamie, we"re going to need a strategy. Get a move on it! Go!" "Hey partner." Bit began as he walked into the hanger where his zoid stood tall. "I know your still pretty upset about what happened against Lance, but we need you to wake up. We"re up against him again tomorrow, and need you at your best. Alright." he comforted. The zoid stood up tall and growled in a response of pride and anticipation. "The area within a twelve mile radius is a designated Zoid Battle Ground." the judge began. "Only competitors and personnel have authorized entry. Area scanned. Battle field set up. The Blitz Team verses the Stratus Team. Battle mode 0963. Ready; Fight!" he commanded. Bit rushed out in the Schneider armor, only find that Lance was using similar components. His armor was green with five long laser blades visible to the naked eye. No long range weapon of any kind was to be seen. "Buster Slash!" he commanded, the five rushing blades snapping to attention, glowing with a bright blue. Lance seemed to copy this, only he was equipped with just three rushers. The two zoids locked horns (figuratively), struggling to get there own weapon past the others. "Bit!" Leena shouted in a warning tone. "Watch out!" She opened every last compartment that her zoid possessed, as multiple targeting squares merged together on Lance. "WEASEL UNIT TOTAL ASSAULT!" she cried, emptying herself of her ammunition. Lance looked up to see the onslaught that the Gun Sniper had unleashed. "I don"t think so." he muttered, a smile crossing his face. He twisted his zoids head, throwing the Liger Zero Schneider to the side slightly, and running off in the opposite direction. "Time for the Gun Sniper." he said, closing in on the defenseless zoid as it tried to escape in vain. The two side rushing blades retracted half way, so as to point out to the sides, and expose the razor sharp edges. He cut through the right leg, just below the knee, allowing gravity to pull on the overly armed zoid, crushing its entire right side in the proses. Then, he spotted the Raynos flying in overhead. He made a wide turn, and running up the back of the falling Gun Sniper, he retracted all three lancets. As he leaped over the pile of metal and guns, several boosters on his zoids back and legs flared to life. He rased up, and just as he passed under the flying zoid, the center razor swung forward, slashing Jamie"s zoid"s belly and wing, bringing it down. However, the downside to this maneuver was that Lance was incapable of landing properly, and tumbled to the ground. "Well, that could have gone better." he sighed. He slowly stood up, finding the Shadow Fox over to the left, gun poised and ready. "That thing has a CAS as well?" Tauros pondered. "That can"t be good. But that"s also one of the coolest things I"ve ever seen." he squeaked, picking up a model of the Liger Zero and a Blade Liger. "Grr," he said, commandeering for his little toys and the battle he was imitating. Bit looked up to find both Leena and Jamie down, but that Brad was satisfactorily pummeling Lance. He stood up and bolted over to aid his teammate. Brad was doing fairly well. He had managed to seriously damage Lances armor, and was pushing the opposing fox zoid to its limit. "Maybe I can get a decent bonus for this. Not to mention all the points I"ll get." he snickered. Just then, the green fox leaped over the attack in attempt to tackle Brad and the Shadow Fox, who just sprung back as Lance landed. He opened fire again, but this time, Lance was ready, jumping back and forth in a zig-zag, closing in on Brad, who took the initiative, and jumped forward with a Strike Laser Claw ready. His paws met with the honed edge of the blade, a silent struggle taking place as they pushed at each other. The built up they had created exploded, throwing them away from each other. They both rolled and bounced off the ground. Lance was amazed at how quickly Brad had reacted to his counter. The rumors of Brad"s skills were not lies. Lance zig-zagged inwards, blades ready for an attack. He met Brad"s Strike Laser Claw head on, their attacks equal to one another"s. They were pushed away by the intense growth of power. Lance struggled to his feet and diverted his eyes to the right, finding the Liger Zero charging in. He turned to face off with his true rival, and lunged at the oncoming zoid. They met and struggled for a second, then broke free and passed. Bit landed with all blades in their safety position. Lance looked to his left side to see a deep line cut into his side that went through the armor and grazed the main body. "Bit just copied my own attack.\' he gasped. "The very same one that I used on the Raynos, only with a slight twist. But how. Could he be...\' he was cut off by something rather strange. The Liger was extending its forward blades, and stretching the two longer ones out to the sides. They burned with an intensity like never before. Then, very peculiarly, they all retracted. It came running in with all blades down. Then, the swords snapped out, the two side ones lancing forward. Pink lightening sparked between the seven swords. A barrier of surplus energy formed, then intensified into an azure field of raw power. It was a attack like none other. Bit looked back at Lance after their little exchange. He needed to think of a way to take him down. "Any suggestions Liger?" he asked of the zoid. In response, a screen flashed in front of him. It depicted the Schneider with all seven blades in position for an attack. The words "Seven Blade Attack" were below it. "Are you sure you can do it Liger. Last time we did this, it nearly cost us the Schneider." Bit questioned his zoid. It simply growled in compliance. "If you say so." His zoid made its preparations for the attack. It primed the blades, charged energy, and then stormed forward. Only Lance was doing something of a similar nature. He had his three rushing blades forward, and two more out to the side. However, Bit feared it not. He stayed focused and prepared. They closed in on one another. "Seven Blade Attack!" "Star Shower Slash!" Lance replyed. They connected, crossed, and landed in identical crouches. Bit folded all his weapons back, turned, and smiled at Lance, who collapsed to the ground. "Battle over. Battle over!" the judge decreed, raising his arms. "The winner is, the Blitz Team." "We won." Bit exclaimed. When he looked back to see if he should help Lance, he could see the other pilots amphibius shaped carrier approaching, and a cloaked figure walking up to it. He pulled out a control switch and a hanger door popped open. Mechanical arms reached out and grabbed the Starlight Schneider, hauling it into the compartment. Bit tried to get a close up view, but the hood on the cloak was up, covering his face. "Good bye Lance. See you around." he solemnly said. So, what did everyone think. I"m gonna take a break from this one to work on a couple of other fics. Please read and review.',
'The inspectors mind was swirling - My Phryne? So much money! With this kind of money, maybe he could follow her to England... My Phryne? But he couldn"t possibly accept the money, it wasn"t the right thing to do... My Phryne? If she were here he wouldn"t need her help, so she would be helping to solve the problem she created... My Phryne. Sensing his inner turmoil, Mr Butler asked again in a gentle voice "Do you love her Sir?" "Yes." Jack replied without realising it. He looked up, shocked that he had voiced his innermost feelings, feelings he hadn"t really admitted to himself - and voiced them to her butler, no less! He groaned and hung his head in his arms on the table. Could he really blame the hangover for this? "Right then," Mr Butler said, standing up again, "you go home and pack your suitcase, and I"ll make all the travel arrangements." He said it so matter-of-factly that Jack started to rise, automatically doing what he was told without thinking. "What?!" Mr Butler smiled. "I presume you will want to go after her Inspector. I am familiar with her travel plans and have a few contacts of my own. I am sure we can arrange for you to meet up in London in no time at all. I"ll use the money she has left for you to book your passage as soon as possible. In the mean time, you need to pack your belongings and organise some time off work... Given the hours you seem to spend working, I presume you have some time owing to you?" It took a minute for what Mr B was saying to sink in. Jack wasn"t used to other people taking charge for him. Oh sure, Miss Fisher pushed her way in all the time, but secretly he knew it was only because he let her. Even in the beginning, he was more curious about her detecting abilities. But now, here was Mr Butler taking charge of the situation. Jack knew he had extensive military experience and could see him as a very effective authority figure. Given his current state, Jack knew he needed help. "Er.. Yes," repliedJack, "I haven"t taken any leave for the past 10 years. And lately when I"ve tried, Miss Fisher has managed to find work for me to do." He said with a wry smile. "Yes," agreed Mr Butler, "she does seem to attract...the need for your professional services...". It was settled. Mr B would make all the arrangements while Jack tidied up at the office and at home. Jack would return to Miss Fisher"s house later in the afternoon to go through the travel plans. As Jack sat in his office making notes on his open cases he wondered how he was going to tell the commissioner. He couldn"t admit the real reason he was taking leave. When he finished the last case and tidied his desk, he could put it off no longer. "Am I really doing this?\' he thought. He was anxious and excited at the same time. He rang the number for the commissioner and took a deep breath. "Good afternoon Sir, Detective Inspector Robinson here... I need to take a leave of absence to attend to an urgent personal matter in London. I will require all of my saved leave as I do not know how long it will take... Senior Sergeant Collins is across all of my cases and he will be back from his honeymoon next week. I have left notes for my replacement... No sir, I believe Miss Fisher is off flying around the world on a trip with her father, so she won"t be a bother to anyone while I"m gone... Yes Sir... I will return at the earliest convenience... Thank-you Sir". He hung up the phone and breathed. That was almost too easy. He allowed himself a little smirk at the question about Miss Fisher causing havoc to his replacement, and thought he covered that well, without gaining suspicion. He checked the time and headed home to pack. He found his small, old, battered suitcase and wondered if it would last the journey. It would have to do. On opening his wardrobe, Jack was at a loss as to what to pack. Just then, there was a knock at the door. He had heard Miss Fisher comment many times about Mr Butler"s uncanny ability to turn up when needed with whatever was needed of him, but he never really believed it until now. "Mr Butler?! I thought we were going to meet at Miss Fisher"s house at 3?" "Yes, sorry Sir, but I thought this suitcase might be of use to you." He walked in bearing a brand new large case and proceeded through the door. "If you could point me in the direction of the bedroom Sir?" he said. Stunned, Jack pointed to the rear. He didn"t even bother asking how Mr Butler knew where he lived. Mr Butler then proceeded to pack the case with all Jack"s requirements. Jack guessed he"d done this many times before for various employers in the past, but he still felt uneasy letting someone else do this task for him. Sensing Jack"s discomfort, Mr Butler began asking questions to involve Jack in the packing process. "Your tux, Sir?" "Will I need it?" he asked, surprised again. "Well Sir, I believe with Miss Fisher, it is best to be prepared for any situation." Jack smiled, yes, anything could happen when Miss Fisher was on the scene. They successfully packed appropriate clothing for any situation they could think of and closed the lid on the case. Jack noticed that the clasp had his initials engraved in it. "Where did you get this case from?" he asked. "I didn"t think you would want to borrow one of Miss Fisher"s, so I bought this one with some of the money she left for you. It wasn"t too expensive, but I guessed that since you haven"t travelled much lately, your old case may have been lacking. "Er.. Thank-you, Mr Butler" Jack replied. The Inspector couldn"t help but wonder what Mr Butler had done prior to butler-ing. They then settled down to discuss travel plans. Mr Butler had arranged a flight to Fremantle where he would meet up with the ship that Mr Fisher had missed two days before. The liner would allow the Inspector to use Mr Fisher"s ticket. "They may have gotten the impression that you are required in London for a case Sir and I didn"t think it my place to discuss your reasons for travel." Mr Butler explained with a sly grin on his face. Jack couldn"t help but chuckle at that. He realised that sometimes it was a blessing to have someone else make arrangements on your behalf! "Now the last part of the journey is not confirmed yet. You could stay on the ship all the way to London, however, if you are able to get off in France and fly the last leg, it would save you a few days. I am still following up a contact over there and I"ll send a telegram once arrangements are made." His mind raced - he had a few contact overseas too, from his time in the war. He passed on the information to Mr Butler and they discussed alternative options. Between them, they had most of the Continent covered and he really only needed to stay on the ship long enough to cross the ocean. He would expect a telegram from Mr B to confirm their plans and disembark in Egypt. At that revelation, Jack"s heart leapt - was there a chance he could meet her at the airport? They had been delayed in Ceylon for nearly a week, while some repairs were being done on the plane. She"d hated flying through the storm, but sometimes you just didn"t have a choice. Miss Fisher read the newspapers to see what was happening back home & noticed that there was a ship bound for England that was due to arrive in Bombay, India that day. She wished she"d had news from home - Dot & Hugh were still on their honeymoon & Mr B wasn"t in the habit of divulging information unbidden. She suddenly felt very lonely. To clear her head, she went for a walk along the beach & headed down towards the hangar. She was pleased to see that the plane looked like it was nearly ready to fly again. "Perfect timing Miss. She"ll be ready for a test flight this afternoon and if it all checks out, you can leave in the morning." "Excellent! I"ll be here at 3:00!" It would be good to get up in the air again. Nothing frustrated her more than being stuck somewhere with nothing to do. Whilst she"d had many offers of social engagements, none of them had been particularly appealing to her so she had declined them all, instead spending her days wandering through markets and hanging around the airfield checking the progress of the repairs. She wandered back to the room & quietly ate lunch with her father. The afternoon test flight went without a hitch and she made preparations to leave in the morning - they"d fly over India & make it to Bombay by tomorrow night. Miss Fisher had been travelling for weeks. She was glad that the roar of the plane"s engine prevented her from having to talk with her father throughout the day, but the evenings were exhausting. He was like a child she had to care for - why couldn"t he find them a hotel for once? Or some food? Each day was much the same: rising early, a quick breakfast, organise the day"s travel & accommodation plans then hop in the plane and take off for the next stopover. She had met some gorgeous male specimens on the journey so far, but her heart hadn"t been in the flirtations she made more out of habit than anything else. She knew that if she"d made this trip a few short months ago she would have been having lots of fun, delighting in the men along the way. She kept telling herself it was because of her fathers presence, but deep down she knew it had much more to do with the person who entrusted her with some lost property; a certain blue swallow brooch she wore everyday. She found herself absent-mindedly turning the brooch over and over in her hands as she thought. She slowly smiled as the colours sparkled in the late afternoon sun, tired from a long day of flying. She thought about how it came to be in her possession. She had told Jack a story from her childhood: of her first theft as a child growing up in Collingwood. The next night after they had wrapped up the case, Jack had pinned the brooch on her, telling her it was on loan - lost property. It was such a lovely gesture, entrusting her with the brooch, it showed that he"d really listened to her - something not many other men did. And that he wanted to make up for something that had happened in her past, to lighten her load. It suddenly occurred to her that it was very convenient that a swallow brooch happened to be in Mary"s van with the other stolen jewels when Jack had searched it. Phryne didn"t really believe in coincidences. As she handled the brooch, she felt the back of it & noticed that there was a rough patch. How many times had she worn this pin since the Inspector had presented it to her? She didn"t care to guess. Why had she never noticed the roughness before? She turned it over to take a closer look. There, on the back under the clasp was a tiny engraving: "for Phryne". Her eyes widened with the sudden realisation that Jack hadn"t borrowed it from "lost property", but rather he"d bought it for her after hearing her story... Why would he do that? Why would he not tell her? She knew why - whatever they were, they weren"t in the type of relationship where he could buy her jewellery without some serious questions. It must have cost him a whole month"s wages! Her heart filled with emotions she didn"t know what to do with and she could feel a tear coming to her eye. This just wouldn"t do! She was Phryne Fisher, Lady Detective, not some silly schoolgirl! She admitted to herself that she really hoped he would come after her - it was the first time she"d ever told a man she wanted him. Phryne hoped he understood what that meant. Her heart skipped a beat at the thought of Jack and knew he would - he seemed to understand everything about her lately. She returned the pin to her lapel with extra care, knowing it was hers to cherish forever. Just then, her father returned. * Author"s note: I just re watched "Blood and Money" and changed a couple of references to the lost property as it came from Mary"s van, rather than the Station. I wasn"t sure about including the paragraph about the engraving, remembering that he would have had to do this in about a day whilst investigating the thefts & Badger"s murder... Also, I"m not sure he would risk the exposure of his feelings at that time... But it just reads so nicely & initial feedback liked the idea, so thanks for suspending belief a little bit & going on the ride with me! Next morning she was up with the sun, dressed quickly and managed to convince her father to do the same. They headed out to the airfield by 8 o"clock. She tried to convince herself she was just eager to get in the air & get closer to delivering her father to her mother. The men were ready with the plane when they got there. She carefully checked all the visible repairs again and climbed into the cockpit. It didn"t take long before she was heading down the runway & up into the air - she squealed with delight as the plane handled perfectly. Before she knew it, she was out over the gulf. It was an uneventful flight, and she was glad of it. She did not want any further delays. They landed in Bombay and quickly found the little hotel that had been recommended to them by Mr Butler. Miss Fisher and her father dined in a little restaurant not far from their hotel. "Did you have friends on the ship that left this morning?!" the waitress enquired with a friendly voice. "No. We"ve just arrived ourselves," Mr Fisher replied. "Oh. Just as well. We were so busy last night - you wouldn"t have been able to get a table!" She smiled as she took their orders & left. "What"s wrong Phryne, my love? You look a little down." asked Mr Fisher. She looked up at him thinking "What"s wrong? I"ll tell you what"s wrong! What"s wrong is the fact that I"m sitting here with you instead of a loving, caring man who gave me the most thoughtful gift ever and he finally kissed me! I could be doing who knows what with him, right now but instead I"m sitting here with you half way around the world!\' What she said was "I"m just a little tired". She excused herself and went to the ladies room when she felt herself blushing at the thought of Jack. She sighed, Jack. What was he doing right now, she wondered. Would he be on a case in Melbourne without her? Would he be waiting for the next ship to leave? She hoped he and Mr Butler had somehow caught up with each other. She didn"t want him to have any excuses to hide behind. Either he wanted to follow her, or not. Urgh! This wouldn"t do! She realised that she was frustrating herself now! The more she tried to put Jack out of her mind and be her old self, the one who toyed with men for fun, the more she wanted to leave her father & fly back to be with him! She had to put these thoughts aside. She didn"t want to change. She"d sworn she would never change for a man. Ever. But she found herself wanting to do things for him... be there for him... She"d even found that she wasn"t enjoying flirting with other men... She felt like she wanted to cry. Was she losing herself? They hadn"t even done anything! One kiss! One little kiss... One sweet, passionate kiss that left her giddy... Oh dear... How had this happened? Ever since they"d met, he just been there for her... He"d seen her at her worst and was still there for her... She knew she could trust him - he"d saved her life on more than one occasion... But he"d also helped mend her heart - finding Janey, dealing with Rene, getting to the truth with her father... She was slowly realising that she was already in a loving, caring relationship with the man - the only thing missing was the sex. And if he would admit it too, if he came to England, she knew she could do something about that... She smiled a little, wicked grin at the thought. She felt a little better now - not the soppy, lovesick girl wondering if a man liked her the same way - she knew he liked her (he"d made romantic overtures to her after all), she chuckled at the memory... and the swallow pin... She sighed as she unconsciously lifted her hand to feel the pin on her lapel... No, now she was back to being the hunter... If he made it to England, she would be back in control... She would seduce him and make him beg for mercy... She was starting to make a plan. Phryne straightened herself up and returned to the table with a smile on her face, just as dinner arrived. "Looks delicious!" She said kindly to the waitress and began to tuck in. Next morning, they left Bombay, heading out near the Arabian Sea, towards Karachi. Whenever they were over water or near a coast, she would often marvel at all the ships passing underneath. When she was a child, she sometimes used to go down to the docks and wonder about all the places they"d been and adventures she might have if ever she was brave enough to stow away on one. Miss Fisher found herself reminiscing as they neared an ocean liner. She could see a hundred or so passengers out on the deck, enjoying the sunshine and fresh air. Ladies in their dresses, flowing in the breeze - Phryne chuckled at that; a pants suit would be so much more practical... Oh, how she missed Mac. Mac always had such good advice. A good chat with Mac would soon straighten out her doubts & concerns. After her epiphany at dinner last night, she found that doubts kept creeping in. She was struggling to hold on to the idea that he really wanted her, rather than an image of her, that he wouldn"t want to change who she was. No matter how many butterflies sprang up in her stomach when she thought of him, there was no way she would let herself be owned by a man again, even if she had to enlist Mac"s help. Phryne couldn"t help but turn her attention to the men on the deck as they got closer. She could see men in suits reading and some rather fine specimen in more casual clothes engaging in sporting activities, but her attention was drawn to one man, standing apart from everyone else, save for a lady friend he was talking to. He was wearing a long trench coat & hat, with hands stuffed in his pockets. Author"s note: A big thankyou to the-illuminaughty-confirmed over on tumblr for the flight plan & ship itinerary which I"ve used for this story. Jack had been on the ship for nearly 2 weeks and was finding his confidence waning. Everyday he doubted himself. "Did she really want him to actually follow her?\' What would he do if he got there and she laughed at him? He couldn"t help wondering if Miss Fisher had been faithful on the journey; no doubt she will have found herself with many fine, exotic young men... Urgh... He couldn"t bear to think of it. A big part of him expected her to find comfort along the way, after all - that was part of who she was. But he couldn"t help wishing, hoping that she was finally able to have a more meaningful relationship with just one man. He had told her once that he"d never ask her to change, but then he"d also said that he couldn"t be part of the parade of men coming through her parlour... "And then we couldn"t help but laugh at the whole thing..." Jack was vaguely aware that the woman standing opposite him had just finished telling him some story which she obviously thought was hilarious. "Yes." he said. Immediately regretting it. "I"m sorry Miss - Hall was it?, I"m afraid my mind is elsewhere. I"m not very good company at the moment." "Nonsense, Mr Robinson. Are you feeling alright? Would you like me to accompany you back to your quarters so you can rest?" "No. Thankyou." Why did society women think that any man travelling alone was a potential husband? He"d been propositioned more than once, and other than saying "I"m chasing after my beloved" he was struggling to find excuses to turn them away. In the distance, he could see a plane in the sky. He smiled and thought of Phryne. "You like planes do you?" Miss Hall asks, misinterpreting the smile. As the plane gets closer, Phryne realises that it IS Jack standing on the deck! She calls out in excitement (not that he would hear), but seeing that he"s talking to "another woman", she finds herself getting upset - why would he hop on a boat half way around the world only to fall into the arms of another woman? She knew she was jumping to conclusions, but she couldn"t help it; "soppy fool!\' she declared to herself. Jack is staring at the plane until it is almost at the ship - it looks so much like her plane. Could it possibly be? Yes! "Phryne!" he yells excitedly as he turns his back on the woman who"d been chatting at him for the past week, to watch plane better. He takes off his hat to wave it at the plane. She sees him turn his back on the woman and wave at her with his hat. Even from this distance, she can tell that he is smiling at her. "Jack!" She squeals with delight! She turns the plane to fly past a second time, this time time coming in as low as possible along the side of the ship. And for the first time in two weeks, they both feel the same thing at the same time: sheer relief, joy and excitement. They wave at each other as the plane goes by, confirming their commitment to each other, doubts disappear and neither of them care who can see the big silly, happy grins that can"t be wiped off their faces... Author"s note: this is where "Come After Me" concludes. I am writing another story that begins when they meet up in London. Thankyou so much to all those who "favourited" and/or left comments on this, my first effort at creative writing since high school, many years ago. Feedback is always appreciated.',
'Franky gulpped. "So..tell me..why you were at cadence"s house" cole asked quizzically, standing infront of franky with a knife. "I just went to say hello" franky let a tear fall. "STOP WITH THE LIES, FRANKY!" cole punched him in the cheek, his lip bleeding. "Cole!" Zendaya shouted. "WHY DONT YOU TELL THE TRUTH!" cole spun round and approched zendaya with the knife. "tell what truth, cole?!" Zendaya asked, Cole pulled an angry face and turned to franky with force, grabbing him by his shirt. "Last chance, franky!" Cole raised the knife. "Me and cadence slept together!" Franky cried, cole gave him a sly grin, gripping the knife. "COLE NO!" zendaya pleaded him Cole gave franky a sadistic grin, sliding the knife into franky"s stomach. Franky cried out in pain as the knife punctured his skin. Quick as a flash, cole pulled the knife out, leaving franky bleeding on the ground. Zendaya let tears fall. "FRANKY!\' she shouted, crying in fear and sadness as franky lay panting on the ground, blood surrounding him as cole stared, grinning. "This..is the hard way" Cadence sat on the hospital bed, staring at the drip that was injected into her hand. she exhaled heavily, reaching for her phone. "franky.." she said quietly, holding her phone to her heart as she began texting, suddenly CeCe burst through the door. "i came as soon as i got your call" CeCe smiled, taking a seat next to cadence. "i brought your clothes, charger and some snacks. and obviously, shampoo" "thanks CeCe.." cadence thanked her, putting the bags down on the floor. "so..whats wrong?" "i have liver poisoning.." cadence shrugged, a tear falling. "but..how?" CeCe looked confused. "i overdosed.." "on what?!" "paracetamol..i think" cadence rubbed her head. "why did you do that?" CeCe exclaimed, raising an eye. "i dont know!" cadence shrugged, holding her phone tightly. "well..ok..all that matters is that you get better" Meanwhile Franky crouched on the floor, his hands pressed against his wound. "You-" franky struggled. "You dont d-deserve cadence!" "And you dont deserve to live...but im being nice" cole grinned. "How is stabbing someone nice?!" Zendaya shouted. "Shut it you" he threw a brick at zendaya, hitting her in the cheek as she squealed in pain. "Just leave it zen..he"ll h-hurt you t-too.." Franky managed painfully As cole slammed the basememt door. Zendaya cried at the sight. "Franky! Please..keep breathing.." She cried, trying to break free. "Zen..stop it..y-you"ll hurt y-yourself.." Franky gave her a considerate smile before leaning back against the wall as he closed his eyes. "Franky?" Zen said quietly through tears, looking at him. "...franky?" "...yeah.." Franky was out of breath and opened his eyes slightly, speaking quietly. "..dont leave me.." Zen cried hysterically. "..your g-gonna be..ok.." He shut his eyes again. "N-no!" Zendaya panicked, wanting franky to open his eyes. "Please.. Stay awake" "Tell cadence.." Franky kicked his phone to zendaya. "..tell her.." He coughed blood. "I love her.." "Franky?" Franky closed his eyes for the last time as he exhales his last breath. Silence. "Franky?" Zendaya called out to him, before breaking down into tears as frankys body lay limply against the wall. hi guys! Thank you for reading my story and staying with me after 7 months of being inactive. It really helps me when writing the chapters, knowing i have people to write it for. Im so sorry for leaving you all. Some of you might notice that i usually update this fanfic in the morning at about 9:30 ( gmt+1 ). Well this might change because i help out at the stables and i have a horse (sometimes two) to care for, ride etc. So updates might be published in the evening or later at night. Thank you for reading my fanfic, its greatly appriciated! Thanks for all the positive reviews telling me your all exicted to read the next chapter! Next chapter coming soon! Do you think frankys dead? Will zendaya text cadence? Or will she ring the EPF? Cadence cried on cece"s shoulder. "What if I die?" Cadence said, fear in her voice. "your not gonna die!" cece shouted, obviously upset that her friend could die. "they"ll find you a liver or make you better!" the nurse walked into the room with a clipboard and a few green sheets. "cadence?" the nurse questioned "stupid question" this made cadence, cece and the other nurse, who seemed to be a young teenager, maybe on work experience. "thats me" cadence said with a crack in her voice, she smiled as the mood lightened. "you obviously know you have liver poisoning, and the cause. we"ve looked abit further into your condition, and its not as bad as it seems" the nurse smiled, the young girl approching cadence. "we did some x-rays, none of them show any significant damage to your liver.." the teen showed cadence the x-ray and pointed out the effected areas of her organ. "what does this mean?" cece tilted her head. "it means that you dont need a liver transplant" the teen replied as the nurse gave cadence and cece a green sheet to fill out. "what do i need then?" cadence asked, now looking concerned. "just some medication to take" the girl smiled, obviously a fan of cadence, the nurse left the room to get the medication as the girl gave cadence and cece a pen. "im so glad its nothing serious.." cadence smiled, as did cece. "we"re glad too" cece replied, relief filling her voice. "i wouldnt want my idol to suffer a transplant..i"ve heard they can be painful for a while afterwards" "i bet its not everyday you get a see a famous person on work experience" cadence smiled, filling out the form. "should i put your name here?" "you can do, it would look good on my record if you did" the girl smiled, giggling. "i will do then! whats your name?" cadence asked, cece listening too. "my names rico" the girl smiled, as cadence and cece filled out the form as the nurse came back with a box of medication. "whats..mine for?" cece asked as rico gave the nurse the papers. "declaration of responsibility and just to witness her reciving the correct medication" the nurse explained. "wait..responsible for what?!" "her taking her medication correctly" cece tilted her head at the nurse, she continued. "when overdoses happen, we have to have someone who will make sure it doesnt happen again. even if the overdose wasnt intentional" "ohhh" both cadence and cece said together. meanwhile zendaya panicked in her attempts to work the broken phone, eventually being able to call g-billy. the phone seemd to ring forever before he picked up. "franky!" g-billy shouted down the phone, zendaya could hear the other band members talking in the background. "its zendaya! i"m with franky!" zen spoke quietly. "where are you?!" petey shouted in the background. "coles basement! he"s kidnapped us!" "are you alright?!" g-billy asked, grabbing his car keys. "i think i"ve broke my ribs..and franky"s been stabbed" zen started to cry. "...s-stabbed?" the 3 males went silent. "i-..is he...breathing?" "i...i dont think so.."zendaya had waterfalls coming from her eyes "..i cant tell.." "call the EPF" g-billy demanded. "we"re on our way" "hurry..please.." zen cried, putting the phone down and calling the EPF. Really short update. i have the idea and storyline in my head, i just have trouble getting it onto the screen haha. "where does cole live?!" g-billy sat in his car, the other 2 band members in their own cars. all three started their engines. "isnt cole cadence"s boyfriend?" petey questioned. "lets go to her igloo!" "good idea, following you, stomp!" g-billy gave stomp the signal to start driving as the three penguins rushed out of g-billy"s driveway to cadences house. meanwhile "here.." cole gave zendaya a glass of water, unhooking the chains, but keeping hold of her arm tightly. "why are you doing this?!" zen asked, angry, tears falling. "because you two deserve this" he snarled, gritting his teeth. "franky doesnt deserve to be dead!" zendaya cried, pointing with her other flipper. "hes not dead stupid" cole kicked franky. "leave us alone!" zendaya cried, curling up in a ball against the cold wall. "fine!" cole locked zendaya up again, leaving them both in the dark once again, slamming the basement door. "..franky?" zendaya called out softly, forgetting about the chains she roughly tried to shuffle over to franky, being restrained by the chains. "ouch" zendaya left wrist cracked loudly, tears flowed from her eyes as she squealed in pain. meanwhile stomp turned into cadences drive way, driving down the long, tree-surrounded path that lead to her house. luckily her car was in the drive and her and cece were just unlocking the front door. stomps car came to a sharp halt, his car making loud grinding sound as he did so. the other two stopped behind him, g-billy getting out and shouting to cadence. "cadence!" "what?" she replied quietly. "where does cole live?!" g-billy shouted, cadence could tell he was very panicked, she walked as fast as she could, without hurting, towards him. "why? is everything ok?!" she spoke calmly, but everyone could tell she was panicked. "is cole hurt?" "no, but franky could be! hes kidnapped him and zendaya!" g-billy let a manly tear fall from his eye, cece now rushing over to him and cadence. "where does he live?" "5 penguinpond way" cadence cried. "let me come with you, it stands alone. you could miss his street easily" "alright, jump in" g-billy said, getting back into his car. "no! cadence you need to rest, your really ill!" cece looked scared for everyone. she needed cadence to stay at her home, but she needed franky and zendaya to be safe. "movement like this isnt going to get you better!" "cece my friends are more important to me! i"m sure i"ll be ok!" cadence got in the passenger side of g-billy"s car. "but cadence!-" "cece" cadence reassured her. "i"ll be fine, i promise" "then let me come with you guys!" cece put on a brave face. "no! stay here and look after lolz" cadence put her seatbelt on as g-billy began to quickly reverse, turning his car round. the other 2 males followed. "..alright..cadence.." "yeah?" "call me if your hurt.." cece looked worried. "i will!" cadence threw the house keys to cece as g-billy drove down the long path, leading to the main road. stomp and petey following behind. G-billy turned to cadence with a smirk on his face. "you ready for some serious speed to save our friends?" he asked, as he looked the long, empty road up and down. cadence returned a smirk. "you bet i am-" this story is seriously getting intense. and i just want to say this before i start writing the next chapter. i understand that club penguin is for younger children, which means it is possible that 60% of fanfiction readers are younger children. but this story will most likely experience some...erm..foul language in the upcoming chapters. i know the story has already had some swearing and taboo-ish jokes, but it wasnt consistent. and by saying that, i dont mean that from now on every single sentence will have a bad word in it, but there will be more of them. especially from cole and zendaya, as you can imagine. and as foul language, i mean swearing and threatening. maybe even some soft-gore. as you probably know or have figured out i find it abit awkward to write love/intimate scenes; which is why i made the intimate scene with cadence and franky a few chapters ago jokey and funny. i feel like it takes the intimate boyfriend-girlfriend feeling away and becomes a friendship type of intimate. in the future, i would like to write a very cute, lovey-dovey chapter, that is just pure cadenky, with no characters. infact i have wanted to do that for a while, but obviously, it wouldnt fit right with the climax. plus they need to save him. and he needs to be alive. oh dear. im so sorry. g-billy sped down the empty road, the other two males following close behind, cadence giggling. "this is so dangerous!" cadence sat back in her seat, unable to move as it was too fast. "and fun!" "good way to save someone, huh!" g-billy changed gear, causing the car to make a different noise, giving the impression of speed as he swiftly drifted round a tight bend. cadence squealed. "oh my god, billy!" cadence gripped the seatbelt, now feeling adrenalin. "what?!" he checked behind them, making sure that the others were behind. "make a left turn!" cadence pointed, g-billy slowing down a bit as they entered a narrow, ice-layered road. "oh...oh no" cadence squinted her eye, leaning forward. "is that...franky"s car?!" cadence opened her window as the male stopped by the side of the wreckage. "..it is.." g-billy looked shocked and shaken, examining the car. "..i hope he"s ok..come on!" he hit the accelerator and drove carefully but quickly down the road. "there!" cadence pointed to a big house away from the other houses in the distance as g-billy drove towards it, the other two males following close behind as they came closer. meanwhile "franky?..." zendaya asked, trying to get herself comfy so her wrist wasnt hurting as much. "..franky..please..wake up.." franky didnt move, the chains restraining his actions and his breathlessness restraining his life. blood dripping from the wound. zendaya cried painfully, her face soaked with sweat and tears. "i hate you!" she shouted, crying, looking up at the basement door. "i hate you so fucking much!" zendaya"s whole body was turned into anger and pain. "your such a fuck up!" she struggled under the chains, stressing herself out. meanwhile g-billy slammed the breaks as the car screeched to a halt outside cole"s house as the other three males followed. "you knock cadence..he"ll answer to you." the three males stood at the side, as cadence stepped forward to ring the bell. cole answered. "cadence!" cole gave her a tight hug, almost like he was trying to take her breath from her. "cole.." cadence smiled, then pulled away, only to be introduced to cole"s lips once again. "we need to talk" cadence gave him a serious glare as the three males showed themselfs. "wheres franky" "franky?" cole asked, now starting to sweat. "yes, franky" stomp further confirmed. "and zendaya" "im not that evil" cole grinned. "cole, kidnapping one person is bad enough! and you"ve got two!" cadence shouted. "and you"ve stabbed one of them!" cadence pushed cole, entering his house as he backed away. after all, he was in fact, scared of cadence. "tell me the truth!" cadence pinned him down, slapping him violently. "just because i"m your girlfriend doesnt mean i cant give you a good slap when you need it!" cadence lunged at cole as she slapped him over and over again. "i cheated on you! i dont love you!" "then why date me?!" cole, now angry, managed to boil up some confidence and slammed her onto the hard wood flooring, cadence grunted. "because i was too scared to say no! but im not scared, of a evil murder like you..not anymore, cole!" she gritted her teeth a cole held a guitar up above him, aiming for cadence"s head. "dont. move." cole panted, gripping the guitar. "or i will hit you.." cadence"s POV that guitar..that voice... i thought to myself as i lay on the cold wood, panting. i remember a male...holding a bat..just like that...then i fell..i got knocked out.. my tried fitting pieces together, tried tying the ends. then it hit me. he did it. he knocked me out. he overdosed me. i lay in shock as the my unintentional overdose jigsaw fit together. more than perfectly. 3rd person POV "you did it.." cadence said, shocked, her eyes wide. cole dropped the guitar. "i did what?..." cole asked, turned his head to the side abit, avoiding eye contact. "you..knocked me out" "no.." cole answered quickly. refusing responsibility of her accident. "yes!" cadence let a tear fall as another car pulled up. two officers sped in. "we got a call? EPF" the black and while male penguin showed their badges, cadence"s scared expression turned to a smile. g-billy, stomp and petey explaining to the agents the suituation. coles eyes suddenly filled with worry, looking straight into cadence"s. he whispered. "cadence.." cole let a tear fall, his eyes moist. "..cole.." cadence replied half heartedly. she felt, somewhere in her heart, in the very depth of it, sympathy for cole. "..its your own fault" "i know.." cole lowered his head as the officers finished talking to the males, the officer approached cadence and cole. "cadence ma"am? need a hand?" the officer held his flipper out to cadence, she accepted, pulling herself up and dusting herself off. "thanks.." she said quietly. "cole..your under arrest for assault and suspected murder and abduction" the other officer put cole in handcuffs, leading him to the back of the police car and seated him, shutting the door. "dont move" they locked the door, re-entering the house. cadence was sat on the sofa, her face covered by her flippers. g-billy looked abit annoyed at her. petey and stomp looking for the basement door. "...why are you crying?" g-billy asked, standing in front of cadence. "..you.." cadence sniffled. "dont understand" "dont understand what? that franky might be dead? and zendaya could be hurt?!" petey overheard the small conversation, glancing over to the blue male and peach young-adult. cadence replied with a silent sniffle. "...he"s my boyfriend.." "WHO DO YOU LOVE?!" g-billy yelled at her loudly. cadence looked up, tears falling, her skin going pale. she had her mouth open abit as she swallowed down guilt. "cole or franky?!" "...franky.." cadence had to answer, and at this moment in time, franky was the correct answer. or, the answer that would save her ass from a whooping off g-billy. "right then" g-billy crossed his flippers as the officers walked over to the female. "ma"am are you alright?" the officer asked, taking a seat next to cadence. "im fine..thanks.." cadence answered slowly. "i found it!" petey was pointing to a door inside the closet, he opened it with ease. "why wouldnt you put a lock on it?" "beats me" stomp said, looking down into the basement. "zendaya?!" he shouted. "yeah?" she answered painfully as the penguins ran down the step, turning the light on. "franky!" cadence screamed, running to his side, crying hysterically. "franky wake up!" she shook him, the others unhooking zendaya who was hugging petey. the officers ran over to franky. "cole stabbed him.." zendaya told them all, crying as she held her wrist and walked over to cadence. "zendaya..can we talk with you if you dont mind?" the chief EPF officer asked her calmly. "sure.." she rubbed cadences back, cadence cried on franky"s shoulder. "want a moment?" g-billy stroked her hair comfortingly. "..please.." cadence had her face buried in franky"s chest. "i"ll stay.." stomp stepped forward, kneeling the othet side of franky, unclipping the chains. "..just for comfort.." he earned a nod from cadence as the others left. "..you okay?" stomp asked, sitting franky back. "..." cadence sniffed, gripping franky"s top. stomp sniffled abit, then rubbed cadence back as she cried into franky"s jacket. "...this is all my fault.." she muffled into his jacket quietly. "dont say that.." "it is..if i"d of just said no to cole or not cheated on him..franky wouldnt be in this mess..he wouldnt be hated by cole...and he wouldnt be dead...i hate myself...he"s innocent and he"s dead.." cadence cried, hugging franky. "..im so sorry...so so sorry.." stomp couldnt tell her otherwise, because she was right in a sense. the officers and some nurses came down the stairs with a stretcher to put franky"s body on. "cadence, we need you to come to the station. you need to be questioned." the chief told her, helping her up. "..s-sure.." cadence got a bit nervous. "b-but..franky.." "dont worry..he"s going to the hospital..he hasnt been dead for too long..he"s still quite coloured." the doctors wrapped a bandage package on franky"s wound. "we"ll let you know how he"s doing and you can come and see him" "so he"s going to live?!" cadence"s tears stopped falling as fast. "we"ll do our best" the doctors lifted his body to an ambulance as cadence followed stomp and the officers out the basement, and out of the house that was taped off as a crime scene. wow! this is the longest chapter i"ve ever done, its got 1,484 words not including this authors note! dayum son! anyway, this chapter turned out to go alot further than i expected it to. i was going to stretch this bit of the story across 3 short chapters (because you all loveee short chapters). i chose to do this on one because i would forget the storyline. i hope your all not too sad about it. also, the next chapter will be sort of complicated because it"s going to be from the different characters points of view instead of 3rd person like usual. just a warning. thanksssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss wow got a bit excited there. i"d like to say this chapter now has 1,615 words including the note Cadence"s POV I rubbed my eyes as i sat in the coridoor with g-billy at the police station, but tears kept falling down my pale face. I felt sick and guilty. "What are you gonna say?" G-billy asked me. He bad his arms crossed. "Im gonna answer whatever they ask me" i told him with a crack in my voice. "No sticking up for cole" g-billy sat next to me, his hand on my shoulder. He pulled me into a hug.',
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# Get the similarity scores for the embeddings
similarities = model.similarity(embeddings, embeddings)
print(similarities)
# tensor([[ 1.0000, -0.0420, 0.1654],
# [-0.0420, 1.0000, 0.1888],
# [ 0.1654, 0.1888, 1.0000]])
Evaluation
Metrics
Binary Classification
- Dataset:
lovesit - Evaluated with
BinaryClassificationEvaluator
| Metric | Value |
|---|---|
| cosine_accuracy | 0.8195 |
| cosine_accuracy_threshold | 0.591 |
| cosine_f1 | 0.7776 |
| cosine_f1_threshold | 0.4655 |
| cosine_precision | 0.6968 |
| cosine_recall | 0.8796 |
| cosine_ap | 0.8703 |
| cosine_mcc | 0.6231 |
Training Details
Training Dataset
Unnamed Dataset
- Size: 343,902 training samples
- Columns:
sentence_A,sentence_B, andlabel - Approximate statistics based on the first 1000 samples:
sentence_A sentence_B label type string string int details - min: 21 tokens
- mean: 1803.73 tokens
- max: 6264 tokens
- min: 19 tokens
- mean: 1826.96 tokens
- max: 7474 tokens
- 0: ~63.80%
- 1: ~36.20%
- Samples:
sentence_A sentence_B label That's weird. When I read this other book, The thirteen american arguments, the author made a similar argument but used 15 . Referring to historical points at which when a minority reached this there has been significant out lash against them and now can be seen with Hispanics that are at that .To be fair a social science is not really equal to a physical science, which is what the article refers to.1Another review of the same book, same website, different writer. Might read like less of a rant to some. More level headed in my opinion, really highlighting the importance of the book.Arab governments are very backwards. Since the WWI, most of the western world has realized that we are easy to break apart and have just encouraged internal conflict. I don't blame them, it's our fault. Arabs are very reactive, instead of planning for the future they react with emotion instead of logic. This doesn't help. So in conclusion we have ended up with a bunch of states that don't like each other and don't know how to help each other. And yes, Palestinians do struggle in Lebanon. Just like Syrian refugees are struggling now. The problem is we have basically no government so such a huge unregulated influx of people destabilizes the country. For example the Palestinian refugees that evacuated into Lebanon in the 60's were a catalyst in starting the 20 year civil war Lebanon went through. I'm not blaming anyone, but it's difficult for a country of 4 million people to deal with this many people coming in. We would help Palestinians if we could help ourselves first. We're a third wo...1Here's another cool link. More from PERSON. This appears to be a blog based around the tone of the film WORK_OF_ART which I saw TIME (it is great) urlLink Bowling for Columbine : Get Involved : Operation OilyPJ and I were reflecting on the simple things last weekend. These continue the tradition of being the best.... Skin Backgammon Fresh pyjamas and fresh bed linen making ORG's cuppa in the morning toasted sammies unplanned family time an open road cold milk a good book blank paper and a brush cut grass a good movie a warm doona a favorite CD more to be added as they come to mind... UPDATE: new items added taking a pee when you really, really need to a hot shower0 - Loss:
CoSENTLosswith these parameters:{ "scale": 20.0, "similarity_fct": "pairwise_cos_sim" }
Evaluation Dataset
Unnamed Dataset
- Size: 1,208 evaluation samples
- Columns:
sentence_A,sentence_B, andlabel - Approximate statistics based on the first 1000 samples:
sentence_A sentence_B label type string string int details - min: 21 tokens
- mean: 1725.23 tokens
- max: 8192 tokens
- min: 21 tokens
- mean: 1704.37 tokens
- max: 8192 tokens
- 0: ~61.80%
- 1: ~38.20%
- Samples:
sentence_A sentence_B label A very well done documentary , officially authorized by the GPE estate . ORG and tidbits focusing on the films " WORK_OF_ART " , " WORK_OF_ART " , " WORK_OF_ART " and WORK_OF_ART " . . . all made prior to PERSON ' stint in the ORG . Included are clips from those movies , PERSON ' screen test , movie outtakes , TV appearances and previously unseen ( at the time ) home movies . A few PERSON songs are featured like : " WORK_OF_ART " , " WORK_OF_ART " , " WORK_OF_ART " , " WORK_OF_ART " , " WORK_OF_ART " , " Baby , I Don't Care " , " WORK_OF_ART " , " WORK_OF_ART " and " Crawfish " . Some comments from : PERSON , PERSON ' original guitarist ; good friend PERSON ; girlfriend PERSON ; writer / directer PERSON ; writer PERSON and co-star PERSON . Top notch editing and great blending of PRODUCT and color footage . " PERSON in GPE " is one of the better PERSON documentaries I've seen .this movie deals with the same theme as " sleeping With the PRODUCT " which came out over DATE . the theme is spousal abuse . as in " Enemy " a woman ( PERSON ) meets the man of her dreams , ( PERSON ) only to find out he's actually the man of her nightmares . so she runs away , only to be tracked relentlessly at every turn by psycho husband who has no qualms about killing her . faced with no other options , she learns to protect herself and decides to confront him . this element added a bit of originality to the film . daughter , fathered by her psycho husband PERSON ( ORG ) and has to protect her as well . i liked this movie more than " WORK_OF_ART " mainly because of the added element of a child to protect and that the abused wife decides to physically confront her abuser . their's obviously more action , but i also think the writing is very good . you can feel the intensity and the peril that PERSON is in . the only knock i have against this movie is that at times it strays into un...0"I understand this might not be your type of place but it"s too early to head in and I know somewhere you might actually enjoy." Jack chuckled. "I don"t know what impression you got but I really don"t swing that way." The stranger continued to smile but his gaze suddenly became more intense. Jack resisted the sudden urge to squirm. "I"m not exactly sure what I just offered. I noticed you were in the same situation that I"ve found myself in and I thought maybe we could just hang out." Blushing, Jack"s mind ran thought exactly what he thought. "I"m sorry, my mistake. So your friends dragged you out too?" Looking back into the crowd, the stranger gave a half-smile. "In a manner of speaking, yes. This really is not my type of place either. As I was saying before, I know somewhere that I think you"ll like, no strings attached." Jack looked back at his companions. It was obvious that he wouldn"t be missed. Looking back at his new acquaintance, he finally gave a friendly smile. "Ok, I"ll bite...Pantalaimon was her dæmon, and last year he had fixed to his permanent form: the most beautiful pine marten there ever was, with red and gold markings. People with dæmons - mainly the people in Lyra"s world - could not stand to be separated from them, because the dæmons represented a part of their conscious. Except for witches dæmons, that is - witches dæmons could go as far away as they wanted or needed without feeling the heartbreaking pull. Lyra"s Pan was like a witches dæmon, because she had had to journey into the land of the dead: no dæmons were allowed to enter the land of the dead. This separation had strengthened their bond, though, and now Pan could go miles away and they would be fine. But Lyra was not technically a witch, so Pan still had to stay close when other people were near by, otherwise they would become suspicious, and Lyra would have a lot of explaining to do - most of which they wouldn"t believe anyway. Pan nudged Lyra"s ankle again and Lyra shook back to reality....0Well, school is good I guess. Here's my schedule... Music History - Galloway World History - Clark Spanish 2 - Jenkins Geometry - Russow English 2 - PERSON Not that bad. I feel as though DATE will be good. Much better than DATE I must say... See you kids later. Good luck too those of you heading off to College. You will be missed dearly! Good luck with everything and dont forget to keep in touch and come back to visit! email - meggiemuffin@alltel.net ask me for my other stuff. I am not putting it up on here.As of TIME region band is finally over!!! YAY! My lips hurt like a mofo and so does my jaw and teeth. Guess that's what you get from TIME of playing :-P On another note.. I got my patches :-D1 - Loss:
CoSENTLosswith these parameters:{ "scale": 20.0, "similarity_fct": "pairwise_cos_sim" }
Training Hyperparameters
Non-Default Hyperparameters
num_train_epochs: 1warmup_ratio: 0.1bf16: Trueoptim: adamw_torch_8bitauto_find_batch_size: True
All Hyperparameters
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overwrite_output_dir: Falsedo_predict: Falseeval_strategy: noprediction_loss_only: Trueper_device_train_batch_size: 8per_device_eval_batch_size: 8per_gpu_train_batch_size: Noneper_gpu_eval_batch_size: Nonegradient_accumulation_steps: 1eval_accumulation_steps: Nonetorch_empty_cache_steps: Nonelearning_rate: 5e-05weight_decay: 0.0adam_beta1: 0.9adam_beta2: 0.999adam_epsilon: 1e-08max_grad_norm: 1.0num_train_epochs: 1max_steps: -1lr_scheduler_type: linearlr_scheduler_kwargs: {}warmup_ratio: 0.1warmup_steps: 0log_level: passivelog_level_replica: warninglog_on_each_node: Truelogging_nan_inf_filter: Truesave_safetensors: Truesave_on_each_node: Falsesave_only_model: Falserestore_callback_states_from_checkpoint: Falseno_cuda: Falseuse_cpu: Falseuse_mps_device: Falseseed: 42data_seed: Nonejit_mode_eval: Falseuse_ipex: Falsebf16: Truefp16: Falsefp16_opt_level: O1half_precision_backend: autobf16_full_eval: Falsefp16_full_eval: Falsetf32: Nonelocal_rank: 0ddp_backend: Nonetpu_num_cores: Nonetpu_metrics_debug: Falsedebug: []dataloader_drop_last: Falsedataloader_num_workers: 0dataloader_prefetch_factor: Nonepast_index: -1disable_tqdm: Falseremove_unused_columns: Truelabel_names: Noneload_best_model_at_end: Falseignore_data_skip: Falsefsdp: []fsdp_min_num_params: 0fsdp_config: {'min_num_params': 0, 'xla': False, 'xla_fsdp_v2': False, 'xla_fsdp_grad_ckpt': False}fsdp_transformer_layer_cls_to_wrap: Noneaccelerator_config: {'split_batches': False, 'dispatch_batches': None, 'even_batches': True, 'use_seedable_sampler': True, 'non_blocking': False, 'gradient_accumulation_kwargs': None}deepspeed: Nonelabel_smoothing_factor: 0.0optim: adamw_torch_8bitoptim_args: Noneadafactor: Falsegroup_by_length: Falselength_column_name: lengthddp_find_unused_parameters: Noneddp_bucket_cap_mb: Noneddp_broadcast_buffers: Falsedataloader_pin_memory: Truedataloader_persistent_workers: Falseskip_memory_metrics: Trueuse_legacy_prediction_loop: Falsepush_to_hub: Falseresume_from_checkpoint: Nonehub_model_id: Nonehub_strategy: every_savehub_private_repo: Nonehub_always_push: Falsehub_revision: Nonegradient_checkpointing: Falsegradient_checkpointing_kwargs: Noneinclude_inputs_for_metrics: Falseinclude_for_metrics: []eval_do_concat_batches: Truefp16_backend: autopush_to_hub_model_id: Nonepush_to_hub_organization: Nonemp_parameters:auto_find_batch_size: Truefull_determinism: Falsetorchdynamo: Noneray_scope: lastddp_timeout: 1800torch_compile: Falsetorch_compile_backend: Nonetorch_compile_mode: Noneinclude_tokens_per_second: Falseinclude_num_input_tokens_seen: Falseneftune_noise_alpha: Noneoptim_target_modules: Nonebatch_eval_metrics: Falseeval_on_start: Falseuse_liger_kernel: Falseliger_kernel_config: Noneeval_use_gather_object: Falseaverage_tokens_across_devices: Falseprompts: Nonebatch_sampler: batch_samplermulti_dataset_batch_sampler: proportionalrouter_mapping: {}learning_rate_mapping: {}
Training Logs
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| Epoch | Step | Training Loss | lovesit_cosine_ap |
|---|---|---|---|
| -1 | -1 | - | 0.3358 |
| 0.0006 | 25 | 2.6456 | - |
| 0.0012 | 50 | 2.5747 | - |
| 0.0017 | 75 | 2.8094 | - |
| 0.0023 | 100 | 2.6825 | - |
| 0.0029 | 125 | 2.5968 | - |
| 0.0035 | 150 | 2.2301 | - |
| 0.0041 | 175 | 2.132 | - |
| 0.0047 | 200 | 2.5138 | - |
| 0.0052 | 225 | 2.1336 | - |
| 0.0058 | 250 | 1.9559 | - |
| 0.0064 | 275 | 2.5271 | - |
| 0.0070 | 300 | 1.8741 | - |
| 0.0076 | 325 | 2.4825 | - |
| 0.0081 | 350 | 2.4112 | - |
| 0.0087 | 375 | 2.0927 | - |
| 0.0093 | 400 | 2.201 | - |
| 0.0099 | 425 | 2.4737 | - |
| 0.0105 | 450 | 2.2937 | - |
| 0.0110 | 475 | 2.0941 | - |
| 0.0116 | 500 | 2.2373 | - |
| 0.0122 | 525 | 2.0807 | - |
| 0.0128 | 550 | 2.1278 | - |
| 0.0134 | 575 | 2.1881 | - |
| 0.0140 | 600 | 1.8866 | - |
| 0.0145 | 625 | 2.2945 | - |
| 0.0151 | 650 | 2.1816 | - |
| 0.0157 | 675 | 2.4824 | - |
| 0.0163 | 700 | 2.0325 | - |
| 0.0169 | 725 | 2.3649 | - |
| 0.0174 | 750 | 2.2766 | - |
| 0.0180 | 775 | 2.0589 | - |
| 0.0186 | 800 | 2.4076 | - |
| 0.0192 | 825 | 2.1307 | - |
| 0.0198 | 850 | 1.8067 | - |
| 0.0204 | 875 | 2.4819 | - |
| 0.0209 | 900 | 1.9683 | - |
| 0.0215 | 925 | 1.9905 | - |
| 0.0221 | 950 | 2.1651 | - |
| 0.0227 | 975 | 2.296 | - |
| 0.0233 | 1000 | 1.9125 | - |
| 0.0238 | 1025 | 2.3665 | - |
| 0.0244 | 1050 | 2.9559 | - |
| 0.0250 | 1075 | 2.1711 | - |
| 0.0256 | 1100 | 2.0734 | - |
| 0.0262 | 1125 | 2.3106 | - |
| 0.0268 | 1150 | 1.6153 | - |
| 0.0273 | 1175 | 2.4398 | - |
| 0.0279 | 1200 | 2.1386 | - |
| 0.0285 | 1225 | 2.1251 | - |
| 0.0291 | 1250 | 2.119 | - |
| 0.0297 | 1275 | 2.1336 | - |
| 0.0302 | 1300 | 1.6644 | - |
| 0.0308 | 1325 | 2.4246 | - |
| 0.0314 | 1350 | 1.9002 | - |
| 0.0320 | 1375 | 1.8998 | - |
| 0.0326 | 1400 | 2.0062 | - |
| 0.0331 | 1425 | 1.595 | - |
| 0.0337 | 1450 | 1.7248 | - |
| 0.0343 | 1475 | 2.1852 | - |
| 0.0349 | 1500 | 1.9139 | - |
| 0.0355 | 1525 | 1.6483 | - |
| 0.0361 | 1550 | 2.0233 | - |
| 0.0366 | 1575 | 2.2268 | - |
| 0.0372 | 1600 | 2.3679 | - |
| 0.0378 | 1625 | 2.011 | - |
| 0.0384 | 1650 | 2.1016 | - |
| 0.0390 | 1675 | 2.282 | - |
| 0.0395 | 1700 | 2.1492 | - |
| 0.0401 | 1725 | 1.734 | - |
| 0.0407 | 1750 | 1.6297 | - |
| 0.0413 | 1775 | 2.1544 | - |
| 0.0419 | 1800 | 2.0323 | - |
| 0.0425 | 1825 | 1.8867 | - |
| 0.0430 | 1850 | 1.7803 | - |
| 0.0436 | 1875 | 2.172 | - |
| 0.0442 | 1900 | 1.7364 | - |
| 0.0448 | 1925 | 1.5878 | - |
| 0.0454 | 1950 | 2.2216 | - |
| 0.0459 | 1975 | 2.2302 | - |
| 0.0465 | 2000 | 1.8627 | - |
| 0.0471 | 2025 | 1.8831 | - |
| 0.0477 | 2050 | 2.0851 | - |
| 0.0483 | 2075 | 1.9323 | - |
| 0.0489 | 2100 | 1.7711 | - |
| 0.0494 | 2125 | 2.2874 | - |
| 0.0500 | 2150 | 1.7456 | - |
| 0.0506 | 2175 | 1.7571 | - |
| 0.0512 | 2200 | 2.0252 | - |
| 0.0518 | 2225 | 2.4907 | - |
| 0.0523 | 2250 | 1.4506 | - |
| 0.0529 | 2275 | 2.4327 | - |
| 0.0535 | 2300 | 1.5013 | - |
| 0.0541 | 2325 | 1.9083 | - |
| 0.0547 | 2350 | 1.9702 | - |
| 0.0552 | 2375 | 1.9391 | - |
| 0.0558 | 2400 | 1.5731 | - |
| 0.0564 | 2425 | 1.6795 | - |
| 0.0570 | 2450 | 1.8527 | - |
| 0.0576 | 2475 | 2.321 | - |
| 0.0582 | 2500 | 2.026 | - |
| 0.0587 | 2525 | 1.9635 | - |
| 0.0593 | 2550 | 2.0735 | - |
| 0.0599 | 2575 | 2.0376 | - |
| 0.0605 | 2600 | 2.2395 | - |
| 0.0611 | 2625 | 2.2394 | - |
| 0.0616 | 2650 | 2.1403 | - |
| 0.0622 | 2675 | 1.9095 | - |
| 0.0628 | 2700 | 1.3563 | - |
| 0.0634 | 2725 | 2.3611 | - |
| 0.0640 | 2750 | 2.3364 | - |
| 0.0646 | 2775 | 1.7576 | - |
| 0.0651 | 2800 | 1.8344 | - |
| 0.0657 | 2825 | 2.1841 | - |
| 0.0663 | 2850 | 1.9063 | - |
| 0.0669 | 2875 | 1.9364 | - |
| 0.0675 | 2900 | 1.9739 | - |
| 0.0680 | 2925 | 1.7618 | - |
| 0.0686 | 2950 | 2.0672 | - |
| 0.0692 | 2975 | 2.1119 | - |
| 0.0698 | 3000 | 2.3307 | - |
| 0.0704 | 3025 | 2.0227 | - |
| 0.0710 | 3050 | 1.3792 | - |
| 0.0715 | 3075 | 2.1495 | - |
| 0.0721 | 3100 | 2.1694 | - |
| 0.0727 | 3125 | 1.9336 | - |
| 0.0733 | 3150 | 1.7748 | - |
| 0.0739 | 3175 | 1.6715 | - |
| 0.0744 | 3200 | 1.8677 | - |
| 0.0750 | 3225 | 2.043 | - |
| 0.0756 | 3250 | 1.7925 | - |
| 0.0762 | 3275 | 1.7469 | - |
| 0.0768 | 3300 | 1.9383 | - |
| 0.0773 | 3325 | 1.9393 | - |
| 0.0779 | 3350 | 1.562 | - |
| 0.0785 | 3375 | 1.8206 | - |
| 0.0791 | 3400 | 2.029 | - |
| 0.0797 | 3425 | 2.4814 | - |
| 0.0803 | 3450 | 1.7009 | - |
| 0.0808 | 3475 | 1.9147 | - |
| 0.0814 | 3500 | 2.2541 | - |
| 0.0820 | 3525 | 2.05 | - |
| 0.0826 | 3550 | 2.0681 | - |
| 0.0832 | 3575 | 2.001 | - |
| 0.0837 | 3600 | 2.0033 | - |
| 0.0843 | 3625 | 1.7571 | - |
| 0.0849 | 3650 | 1.6843 | - |
| 0.0855 | 3675 | 2.0243 | - |
| 0.0861 | 3700 | 2.3231 | - |
| 0.0867 | 3725 | 1.9031 | - |
| 0.0872 | 3750 | 2.365 | - |
| 0.0878 | 3775 | 1.8436 | - |
| 0.0884 | 3800 | 2.0946 | - |
| 0.0890 | 3825 | 1.8038 | - |
| 0.0896 | 3850 | 1.8298 | - |
| 0.0901 | 3875 | 2.6439 | - |
| 0.0907 | 3900 | 2.087 | - |
| 0.0913 | 3925 | 2.09 | - |
| 0.0919 | 3950 | 2.1409 | - |
| 0.0925 | 3975 | 2.2495 | - |
| 0.0930 | 4000 | 1.872 | - |
| 0.0936 | 4025 | 1.8461 | - |
| 0.0942 | 4050 | 1.7823 | - |
| 0.0948 | 4075 | 1.8969 | - |
| 0.0954 | 4100 | 1.8296 | - |
| 0.0960 | 4125 | 1.6597 | - |
| 0.0965 | 4150 | 2.0376 | - |
| 0.0971 | 4175 | 1.7658 | - |
| 0.0977 | 4200 | 2.608 | - |
| 0.0983 | 4225 | 1.6645 | - |
| 0.0989 | 4250 | 2.0526 | - |
| 0.0994 | 4275 | 2.3806 | - |
| 0.1000 | 4300 | 2.6552 | - |
| 0.1006 | 4325 | 2.1402 | - |
| 0.1012 | 4350 | 2.4285 | - |
| 0.1018 | 4375 | 1.7541 | - |
| 0.1024 | 4400 | 1.721 | - |
| 0.1029 | 4425 | 1.8832 | - |
| 0.1035 | 4450 | 1.7203 | - |
| 0.1041 | 4475 | 1.8383 | - |
| 0.1047 | 4500 | 1.8966 | - |
| 0.1053 | 4525 | 2.4717 | - |
| 0.1058 | 4550 | 2.2682 | - |
| 0.1064 | 4575 | 2.2778 | - |
| 0.1070 | 4600 | 2.2444 | - |
| 0.1076 | 4625 | 1.7548 | - |
| 0.1082 | 4650 | 1.8494 | - |
| 0.1088 | 4675 | 2.1637 | - |
| 0.1093 | 4700 | 2.0777 | - |
| 0.1099 | 4725 | 2.0689 | - |
| 0.1105 | 4750 | 1.8036 | - |
| 0.1111 | 4775 | 1.5576 | - |
| 0.1117 | 4800 | 2.048 | - |
| 0.1122 | 4825 | 1.7764 | - |
| 0.1128 | 4850 | 2.4197 | - |
| 0.1134 | 4875 | 1.8085 | - |
| 0.1140 | 4900 | 1.8537 | - |
| 0.1146 | 4925 | 2.3038 | - |
| 0.1151 | 4950 | 2.2058 | - |
| 0.1157 | 4975 | 1.5418 | - |
| 0.1163 | 5000 | 2.3156 | - |
| 0.1169 | 5025 | 2.1012 | - |
| 0.1175 | 5050 | 1.6197 | - |
| 0.1181 | 5075 | 2.2035 | - |
| 0.1186 | 5100 | 1.9264 | - |
| 0.1192 | 5125 | 2.1033 | - |
| 0.1198 | 5150 | 1.7613 | - |
| 0.1204 | 5175 | 2.2962 | - |
| 0.1210 | 5200 | 1.6277 | - |
| 0.1215 | 5225 | 1.71 | - |
| 0.1221 | 5250 | 2.2102 | - |
| 0.1227 | 5275 | 2.3384 | - |
| 0.1233 | 5300 | 2.0898 | - |
| 0.1239 | 5325 | 2.0111 | - |
| 0.1245 | 5350 | 2.6503 | - |
| 0.1250 | 5375 | 2.1372 | - |
| 0.1256 | 5400 | 2.282 | - |
| 0.1262 | 5425 | 2.2293 | - |
| 0.1268 | 5450 | 1.7657 | - |
| 0.1274 | 5475 | 2.1553 | - |
| 0.1279 | 5500 | 2.2816 | - |
| 0.1285 | 5525 | 2.1225 | - |
| 0.1291 | 5550 | 2.0289 | - |
| 0.1297 | 5575 | 1.5599 | - |
| 0.1303 | 5600 | 2.6187 | - |
| 0.1309 | 5625 | 1.891 | - |
| 0.1314 | 5650 | 1.7854 | - |
| 0.1320 | 5675 | 1.7137 | - |
| 0.1326 | 5700 | 1.9233 | - |
| 0.1332 | 5725 | 1.9503 | - |
| 0.1338 | 5750 | 2.3153 | - |
| 0.1343 | 5775 | 2.118 | - |
| 0.1349 | 5800 | 1.7702 | - |
| 0.1355 | 5825 | 1.943 | - |
| 0.1361 | 5850 | 1.7176 | - |
| 0.1367 | 5875 | 2.1495 | - |
| 0.1372 | 5900 | 2.0528 | - |
| 0.1378 | 5925 | 2.1288 | - |
| 0.1384 | 5950 | 1.845 | - |
| 0.1390 | 5975 | 2.0637 | - |
| 0.1396 | 6000 | 2.0385 | - |
| 0.1402 | 6025 | 2.2385 | - |
| 0.1407 | 6050 | 1.659 | - |
| 0.1413 | 6075 | 1.7192 | - |
| 0.1419 | 6100 | 2.3089 | - |
| 0.1425 | 6125 | 2.1419 | - |
| 0.1431 | 6150 | 2.1666 | - |
| 0.1436 | 6175 | 1.6801 | - |
| 0.1442 | 6200 | 2.1362 | - |
| 0.1448 | 6225 | 1.7183 | - |
| 0.1454 | 6250 | 1.8931 | - |
| 0.1460 | 6275 | 2.3325 | - |
| 0.1466 | 6300 | 1.8751 | - |
| 0.1471 | 6325 | 1.8074 | - |
| 0.1477 | 6350 | 1.9272 | - |
| 0.1483 | 6375 | 1.5342 | - |
| 0.1489 | 6400 | 2.1759 | - |
| 0.1495 | 6425 | 2.1615 | - |
| 0.1500 | 6450 | 1.7863 | - |
| 0.1506 | 6475 | 2.1806 | - |
| 0.1512 | 6500 | 2.0592 | - |
| 0.1518 | 6525 | 1.8177 | - |
| 0.1524 | 6550 | 2.111 | - |
| 0.1529 | 6575 | 2.0051 | - |
| 0.1535 | 6600 | 1.9993 | - |
| 0.1541 | 6625 | 1.9535 | - |
| 0.1547 | 6650 | 1.8605 | - |
| 0.1553 | 6675 | 1.9116 | - |
| 0.1559 | 6700 | 2.1272 | - |
| 0.1564 | 6725 | 2.0842 | - |
| 0.1570 | 6750 | 1.8582 | - |
| 0.1576 | 6775 | 1.9965 | - |
| 0.1582 | 6800 | 1.6144 | - |
| 0.1588 | 6825 | 2.1934 | - |
| 0.1593 | 6850 | 1.868 | - |
| 0.1599 | 6875 | 1.8385 | - |
| 0.1605 | 6900 | 1.5503 | - |
| 0.1611 | 6925 | 1.7308 | - |
| 0.1617 | 6950 | 2.1152 | - |
| 0.1623 | 6975 | 2.3986 | - |
| 0.1628 | 7000 | 1.7118 | - |
| 0.1634 | 7025 | 2.1848 | - |
| 0.1640 | 7050 | 1.7389 | - |
| 0.1646 | 7075 | 1.5374 | - |
| 0.1652 | 7100 | 2.1402 | - |
| 0.1657 | 7125 | 1.4145 | - |
| 0.1663 | 7150 | 2.2876 | - |
| 0.1669 | 7175 | 1.937 | - |
| 0.1675 | 7200 | 2.0522 | - |
| 0.1681 | 7225 | 1.8315 | - |
| 0.1687 | 7250 | 1.4978 | - |
| 0.1692 | 7275 | 1.7462 | - |
| 0.1698 | 7300 | 1.9995 | - |
| 0.1704 | 7325 | 1.6992 | - |
| 0.1710 | 7350 | 2.3614 | - |
| 0.1716 | 7375 | 1.6531 | - |
| 0.1721 | 7400 | 1.6552 | - |
| 0.1727 | 7425 | 1.6282 | - |
| 0.1733 | 7450 | 2.0853 | - |
| 0.1739 | 7475 | 2.2357 | - |
| 0.1745 | 7500 | 2.745 | - |
| 0.1750 | 7525 | 1.5744 | - |
| 0.1756 | 7550 | 2.1396 | - |
| 0.1762 | 7575 | 1.905 | - |
| 0.1768 | 7600 | 1.7687 | - |
| 0.1774 | 7625 | 1.888 | - |
| 0.1780 | 7650 | 2.0594 | - |
| 0.1785 | 7675 | 2.1344 | - |
| 0.1791 | 7700 | 1.786 | - |
| 0.1797 | 7725 | 1.6932 | - |
| 0.1803 | 7750 | 2.1638 | - |
| 0.1809 | 7775 | 2.0836 | - |
| 0.1814 | 7800 | 1.7907 | - |
| 0.1820 | 7825 | 1.9733 | - |
| 0.1826 | 7850 | 1.9018 | - |
| 0.1832 | 7875 | 1.5498 | - |
| 0.1838 | 7900 | 1.471 | - |
| 0.1844 | 7925 | 2.8094 | - |
| 0.1849 | 7950 | 1.8818 | - |
| 0.1855 | 7975 | 2.1023 | - |
| 0.1861 | 8000 | 1.907 | - |
| 0.1867 | 8025 | 1.6797 | - |
| 0.1873 | 8050 | 2.086 | - |
| 0.1878 | 8075 | 1.5626 | - |
| 0.1884 | 8100 | 2.0294 | - |
| 0.1890 | 8125 | 1.4156 | - |
| 0.1896 | 8150 | 2.1067 | - |
| 0.1902 | 8175 | 1.7519 | - |
| 0.1908 | 8200 | 2.2812 | - |
| 0.1913 | 8225 | 1.569 | - |
| 0.1919 | 8250 | 1.5594 | - |
| 0.1925 | 8275 | 1.3789 | - |
| 0.1931 | 8300 | 2.1353 | - |
| 0.1937 | 8325 | 2.4273 | - |
| 0.1942 | 8350 | 1.4846 | - |
| 0.1948 | 8375 | 1.6577 | - |
| 0.1954 | 8400 | 2.4004 | - |
| 0.1960 | 8425 | 1.7141 | - |
| 0.1966 | 8450 | 1.6191 | - |
| 0.1971 | 8475 | 1.6558 | - |
| 0.1977 | 8500 | 1.5458 | - |
| 0.1983 | 8525 | 1.9276 | - |
| 0.1989 | 8550 | 1.6625 | - |
| 0.1995 | 8575 | 2.1719 | - |
| 0.2001 | 8600 | 1.8286 | - |
| 0.2006 | 8625 | 1.5682 | - |
| 0.2012 | 8650 | 1.4836 | - |
| 0.2018 | 8675 | 1.8753 | - |
| 0.2024 | 8700 | 1.4814 | - |
| 0.2030 | 8725 | 2.2163 | - |
| 0.2035 | 8750 | 1.6432 | - |
| 0.2041 | 8775 | 1.935 | - |
| 0.2047 | 8800 | 1.9491 | - |
| 0.2053 | 8825 | 1.8339 | - |
| 0.2059 | 8850 | 2.1224 | - |
| 0.2065 | 8875 | 1.5303 | - |
| 0.2070 | 8900 | 1.8639 | - |
| 0.2076 | 8925 | 1.6023 | - |
| 0.2082 | 8950 | 1.797 | - |
| 0.2088 | 8975 | 1.9498 | - |
| 0.2094 | 9000 | 1.7818 | - |
| 0.2099 | 9025 | 2.0194 | - |
| 0.2105 | 9050 | 1.9526 | - |
| 0.2111 | 9075 | 2.1074 | - |
| 0.2117 | 9100 | 1.7811 | - |
| 0.2123 | 9125 | 1.9958 | - |
| 0.2129 | 9150 | 2.2724 | - |
| 0.2134 | 9175 | 1.2657 | - |
| 0.2140 | 9200 | 1.7691 | - |
| 0.2146 | 9225 | 1.5389 | - |
| 0.2152 | 9250 | 1.6574 | - |
| 0.2158 | 9275 | 1.9224 | - |
| 0.2163 | 9300 | 2.2433 | - |
| 0.2169 | 9325 | 1.3066 | - |
| 0.2175 | 9350 | 1.821 | - |
| 0.2181 | 9375 | 1.9192 | - |
| 0.2187 | 9400 | 1.827 | - |
| 0.2192 | 9425 | 2.012 | - |
| 0.2198 | 9450 | 1.767 | - |
| 0.2204 | 9475 | 1.9474 | - |
| 0.2210 | 9500 | 1.6921 | - |
| 0.2216 | 9525 | 1.5996 | - |
| 0.2222 | 9550 | 2.0315 | - |
| 0.2227 | 9575 | 1.5813 | - |
| 0.2233 | 9600 | 2.1479 | - |
| 0.2239 | 9625 | 1.8389 | - |
| 0.2245 | 9650 | 2.147 | - |
| 0.2251 | 9675 | 1.7248 | - |
| 0.2256 | 9700 | 1.7754 | - |
| 0.2262 | 9725 | 2.3567 | - |
| 0.2268 | 9750 | 2.2452 | - |
| 0.2274 | 9775 | 1.8942 | - |
| 0.2280 | 9800 | 1.7378 | - |
| 0.2286 | 9825 | 1.7211 | - |
| 0.2291 | 9850 | 1.7781 | - |
| 0.2297 | 9875 | 2.0218 | - |
| 0.2303 | 9900 | 1.9245 | - |
| 0.2309 | 9925 | 1.5588 | - |
| 0.2315 | 9950 | 2.0047 | - |
| 0.2320 | 9975 | 1.8682 | - |
| 0.2326 | 10000 | 2.2678 | - |
| 0.2332 | 10025 | 2.1071 | - |
| 0.2338 | 10050 | 1.9647 | - |
| 0.2344 | 10075 | 1.8697 | - |
| 0.2349 | 10100 | 1.5259 | - |
| 0.2355 | 10125 | 2.1471 | - |
| 0.2361 | 10150 | 1.0877 | - |
| 0.2367 | 10175 | 1.784 | - |
| 0.2373 | 10200 | 1.8017 | - |
| 0.2379 | 10225 | 1.8881 | - |
| 0.2384 | 10250 | 1.794 | - |
| 0.2390 | 10275 | 1.3621 | - |
| 0.2396 | 10300 | 2.0963 | - |
| 0.2402 | 10325 | 1.4632 | - |
| 0.2408 | 10350 | 1.491 | - |
| 0.2413 | 10375 | 1.5389 | - |
| 0.2419 | 10400 | 2.3903 | - |
| 0.2425 | 10425 | 2.0299 | - |
| 0.2431 | 10450 | 1.6587 | - |
| 0.2437 | 10475 | 1.8387 | - |
| 0.2443 | 10500 | 1.6538 | - |
| 0.2448 | 10525 | 1.7906 | - |
| 0.2454 | 10550 | 2.3105 | - |
| 0.2460 | 10575 | 2.2616 | - |
| 0.2466 | 10600 | 1.627 | - |
| 0.2472 | 10625 | 2.1637 | - |
| 0.2477 | 10650 | 1.8786 | - |
| 0.2483 | 10675 | 1.3378 | - |
| 0.2489 | 10700 | 2.1571 | - |
| 0.2495 | 10725 | 1.8918 | - |
| 0.2501 | 10750 | 2.0137 | - |
| 0.2507 | 10775 | 1.6289 | - |
| 0.2512 | 10800 | 1.9531 | - |
| 0.2518 | 10825 | 2.1157 | - |
| 0.2524 | 10850 | 1.7433 | - |
| 0.2530 | 10875 | 1.6239 | - |
| 0.2536 | 10900 | 1.509 | - |
| 0.2541 | 10925 | 2.1032 | - |
| 0.2547 | 10950 | 2.128 | - |
| 0.2553 | 10975 | 1.9076 | - |
| 0.2559 | 11000 | 1.8619 | - |
| 0.2565 | 11025 | 1.7479 | - |
| 0.2570 | 11050 | 1.6687 | - |
| 0.2576 | 11075 | 1.6789 | - |
| 0.2582 | 11100 | 1.4983 | - |
| 0.2588 | 11125 | 1.8831 | - |
| 0.2594 | 11150 | 1.5993 | - |
| 0.2600 | 11175 | 1.606 | - |
| 0.2605 | 11200 | 1.9466 | - |
| 0.2611 | 11225 | 1.6267 | - |
| 0.2617 | 11250 | 1.3771 | - |
| 0.2623 | 11275 | 1.6854 | - |
| 0.2629 | 11300 | 1.7873 | - |
| 0.2634 | 11325 | 1.7501 | - |
| 0.2640 | 11350 | 1.8753 | - |
| 0.2646 | 11375 | 2.241 | - |
| 0.2652 | 11400 | 1.7773 | - |
| 0.2658 | 11425 | 2.0891 | - |
| 0.2664 | 11450 | 2.0494 | - |
| 0.2669 | 11475 | 2.2469 | - |
| 0.2675 | 11500 | 1.6917 | - |
| 0.2681 | 11525 | 1.9311 | - |
| 0.2687 | 11550 | 1.5728 | - |
| 0.2693 | 11575 | 1.6221 | - |
| 0.2698 | 11600 | 1.4559 | - |
| 0.2704 | 11625 | 1.2771 | - |
| 0.2710 | 11650 | 1.7904 | - |
| 0.2716 | 11675 | 1.9724 | - |
| 0.2722 | 11700 | 1.9442 | - |
| 0.2728 | 11725 | 1.3932 | - |
| 0.2733 | 11750 | 1.4405 | - |
| 0.2739 | 11775 | 2.0727 | - |
| 0.2745 | 11800 | 2.2171 | - |
| 0.2751 | 11825 | 1.7485 | - |
| 0.2757 | 11850 | 1.9433 | - |
| 0.2762 | 11875 | 1.6096 | - |
| 0.2768 | 11900 | 2.1468 | - |
| 0.2774 | 11925 | 1.6105 | - |
| 0.2780 | 11950 | 1.6647 | - |
| 0.2786 | 11975 | 2.0885 | - |
| 0.2791 | 12000 | 2.0216 | - |
| 0.2797 | 12025 | 2.4758 | - |
| 0.2803 | 12050 | 1.736 | - |
| 0.2809 | 12075 | 1.1219 | - |
| 0.2815 | 12100 | 1.9505 | - |
| 0.2821 | 12125 | 1.9013 | - |
| 0.2826 | 12150 | 2.0161 | - |
| 0.2832 | 12175 | 1.9536 | - |
| 0.2838 | 12200 | 1.6027 | - |
| 0.2844 | 12225 | 1.5479 | - |
| 0.2850 | 12250 | 1.5754 | - |
| 0.2855 | 12275 | 1.7273 | - |
| 0.2861 | 12300 | 1.37 | - |
| 0.2867 | 12325 | 2.1293 | - |
| 0.2873 | 12350 | 2.141 | - |
| 0.2879 | 12375 | 2.028 | - |
| 0.2885 | 12400 | 1.6629 | - |
| 0.2890 | 12425 | 1.4326 | - |
| 0.2896 | 12450 | 1.7072 | - |
| 0.2902 | 12475 | 1.6053 | - |
| 0.2908 | 12500 | 2.182 | - |
| 0.2914 | 12525 | 2.1997 | - |
| 0.2919 | 12550 | 1.2461 | - |
| 0.2925 | 12575 | 1.7499 | - |
| 0.2931 | 12600 | 2.2393 | - |
| 0.2937 | 12625 | 1.7611 | - |
| 0.2943 | 12650 | 1.8795 | - |
| 0.2948 | 12675 | 1.7859 | - |
| 0.2954 | 12700 | 1.8239 | - |
| 0.2960 | 12725 | 2.0274 | - |
| 0.2966 | 12750 | 1.8034 | - |
| 0.2972 | 12775 | 2.4415 | - |
| 0.2978 | 12800 | 1.5045 | - |
| 0.2983 | 12825 | 1.9616 | - |
| 0.2989 | 12850 | 2.1719 | - |
| 0.2995 | 12875 | 1.5256 | - |
| 0.3001 | 12900 | 1.5138 | - |
| 0.3007 | 12925 | 1.5363 | - |
| 0.3012 | 12950 | 1.7812 | - |
| 0.3018 | 12975 | 2.1998 | - |
| 0.3024 | 13000 | 1.5618 | - |
| 0.3030 | 13025 | 1.711 | - |
| 0.3036 | 13050 | 1.5085 | - |
| 0.3042 | 13075 | 1.689 | - |
| 0.3047 | 13100 | 1.337 | - |
| 0.3053 | 13125 | 1.6051 | - |
| 0.3059 | 13150 | 2.0032 | - |
| 0.3065 | 13175 | 1.5356 | - |
| 0.3071 | 13200 | 1.9771 | - |
| 0.3076 | 13225 | 2.0583 | - |
| 0.3082 | 13250 | 1.9876 | - |
| 0.3088 | 13275 | 1.452 | - |
| 0.3094 | 13300 | 1.933 | - |
| 0.3100 | 13325 | 2.113 | - |
| 0.3106 | 13350 | 1.817 | - |
| 0.3111 | 13375 | 1.7829 | - |
| 0.3117 | 13400 | 2.0156 | - |
| 0.3123 | 13425 | 1.6242 | - |
| 0.3129 | 13450 | 1.3739 | - |
| 0.3135 | 13475 | 1.7052 | - |
| 0.3140 | 13500 | 1.3725 | - |
| 0.3146 | 13525 | 1.8955 | - |
| 0.3152 | 13550 | 1.7762 | - |
| 0.3158 | 13575 | 1.4752 | - |
| 0.3164 | 13600 | 2.4605 | - |
| 0.3169 | 13625 | 1.6672 | - |
| 0.3175 | 13650 | 1.457 | - |
| 0.3181 | 13675 | 1.7632 | - |
| 0.3187 | 13700 | 1.8205 | - |
| 0.3193 | 13725 | 1.5983 | - |
| 0.3199 | 13750 | 1.7243 | - |
| 0.3204 | 13775 | 2.183 | - |
| 0.3210 | 13800 | 2.2645 | - |
| 0.3216 | 13825 | 1.5867 | - |
| 0.3222 | 13850 | 1.789 | - |
| 0.3228 | 13875 | 1.2444 | - |
| 0.3233 | 13900 | 1.6834 | - |
| 0.3239 | 13925 | 1.8496 | - |
| 0.3245 | 13950 | 1.6826 | - |
| 0.3251 | 13975 | 1.5041 | - |
| 0.3257 | 14000 | 1.7199 | - |
| 0.3263 | 14025 | 1.6753 | - |
| 0.3268 | 14050 | 1.3784 | - |
| 0.3274 | 14075 | 1.9071 | - |
| 0.3280 | 14100 | 2.2069 | - |
| 0.3286 | 14125 | 1.9943 | - |
| 0.3292 | 14150 | 1.7917 | - |
| 0.3297 | 14175 | 1.2893 | - |
| 0.3303 | 14200 | 1.6718 | - |
| 0.3309 | 14225 | 1.8247 | - |
| 0.3315 | 14250 | 1.1321 | - |
| 0.3321 | 14275 | 1.2329 | - |
| 0.3327 | 14300 | 1.7458 | - |
| 0.3332 | 14325 | 1.9 | - |
| 0.3338 | 14350 | 1.7489 | - |
| 0.3344 | 14375 | 1.4713 | - |
| 0.3350 | 14400 | 2.0226 | - |
| 0.3356 | 14425 | 2.1036 | - |
| 0.3361 | 14450 | 1.3354 | - |
| 0.3367 | 14475 | 1.2323 | - |
| 0.3373 | 14500 | 1.7579 | - |
| 0.3379 | 14525 | 2.1269 | - |
| 0.3385 | 14550 | 1.3225 | - |
| 0.3390 | 14575 | 2.0862 | - |
| 0.3396 | 14600 | 1.909 | - |
| 0.3402 | 14625 | 1.2452 | - |
| 0.3408 | 14650 | 1.4062 | - |
| 0.3414 | 14675 | 1.8173 | - |
| 0.3420 | 14700 | 1.47 | - |
| 0.3425 | 14725 | 1.7511 | - |
| 0.3431 | 14750 | 1.6261 | - |
| 0.3437 | 14775 | 1.6147 | - |
| 0.3443 | 14800 | 1.9386 | - |
| 0.3449 | 14825 | 1.5598 | - |
| 0.3454 | 14850 | 2.2311 | - |
| 0.3460 | 14875 | 2.1516 | - |
| 0.3466 | 14900 | 1.7123 | - |
| 0.3472 | 14925 | 2.0441 | - |
| 0.3478 | 14950 | 2.0605 | - |
| 0.3484 | 14975 | 1.7624 | - |
| 0.3489 | 15000 | 1.6641 | - |
| 0.3495 | 15025 | 1.5506 | - |
| 0.3501 | 15050 | 1.5996 | - |
| 0.3507 | 15075 | 1.4283 | - |
| 0.3513 | 15100 | 1.9649 | - |
| 0.3518 | 15125 | 2.1268 | - |
| 0.3524 | 15150 | 1.7256 | - |
| 0.3530 | 15175 | 1.4051 | - |
| 0.3536 | 15200 | 1.7397 | - |
| 0.3542 | 15225 | 2.1561 | - |
| 0.3548 | 15250 | 1.3676 | - |
| 0.3553 | 15275 | 1.7424 | - |
| 0.3559 | 15300 | 1.4396 | - |
| 0.3565 | 15325 | 2.134 | - |
| 0.3571 | 15350 | 1.739 | - |
| 0.3577 | 15375 | 1.9248 | - |
| 0.3582 | 15400 | 1.5216 | - |
| 0.3588 | 15425 | 1.8692 | - |
| 0.3594 | 15450 | 1.8637 | - |
| 0.3600 | 15475 | 1.3992 | - |
| 0.3606 | 15500 | 2.0543 | - |
| 0.3611 | 15525 | 2.0389 | - |
| 0.3617 | 15550 | 2.0982 | - |
| 0.3623 | 15575 | 1.5829 | - |
| 0.3629 | 15600 | 1.5736 | - |
| 0.3635 | 15625 | 1.5813 | - |
| 0.3641 | 15650 | 2.0368 | - |
| 0.3646 | 15675 | 1.5026 | - |
| 0.3652 | 15700 | 2.7305 | - |
| 0.3658 | 15725 | 1.7562 | - |
| 0.3664 | 15750 | 1.5349 | - |
| 0.3670 | 15775 | 1.4803 | - |
| 0.3675 | 15800 | 1.5318 | - |
| 0.3681 | 15825 | 2.1057 | - |
| 0.3687 | 15850 | 2.2119 | - |
| 0.3693 | 15875 | 1.2838 | - |
| 0.3699 | 15900 | 1.7344 | - |
| 0.3705 | 15925 | 1.7398 | - |
| 0.3710 | 15950 | 1.604 | - |
| 0.3716 | 15975 | 1.594 | - |
| 0.3722 | 16000 | 1.6155 | - |
| 0.3728 | 16025 | 1.8824 | - |
| 0.3734 | 16050 | 1.9588 | - |
| 0.3739 | 16075 | 1.8056 | - |
| 0.3745 | 16100 | 1.4744 | - |
| 0.3751 | 16125 | 1.8245 | - |
| 0.3757 | 16150 | 1.3608 | - |
| 0.3763 | 16175 | 1.8125 | - |
| 0.3768 | 16200 | 1.6669 | - |
| 0.3774 | 16225 | 1.8176 | - |
| 0.3780 | 16250 | 1.9891 | - |
| 0.3786 | 16275 | 2.0011 | - |
| 0.3792 | 16300 | 1.7945 | - |
| 0.3798 | 16325 | 2.054 | - |
| 0.3803 | 16350 | 1.5239 | - |
| 0.3809 | 16375 | 1.2261 | - |
| 0.3815 | 16400 | 2.5556 | - |
| 0.3821 | 16425 | 1.7805 | - |
| 0.3827 | 16450 | 1.6059 | - |
| 0.3832 | 16475 | 1.5435 | - |
| 0.3838 | 16500 | 1.3269 | - |
| 0.3844 | 16525 | 1.6502 | - |
| 0.3850 | 16550 | 1.6931 | - |
| 0.3856 | 16575 | 2.2548 | - |
| 0.3862 | 16600 | 1.629 | - |
| 0.3867 | 16625 | 2.1861 | - |
| 0.3873 | 16650 | 1.5716 | - |
| 0.3879 | 16675 | 1.189 | - |
| 0.3885 | 16700 | 1.6996 | - |
| 0.3891 | 16725 | 1.7016 | - |
| 0.3896 | 16750 | 1.1232 | - |
| 0.3902 | 16775 | 1.8924 | - |
| 0.3908 | 16800 | 2.0118 | - |
| 0.3914 | 16825 | 2.2089 | - |
| 0.3920 | 16850 | 1.4383 | - |
| 0.3926 | 16875 | 2.1054 | - |
| 0.3931 | 16900 | 1.2761 | - |
| 0.3937 | 16925 | 2.0257 | - |
| 0.3943 | 16950 | 1.7025 | - |
| 0.3949 | 16975 | 1.8252 | - |
| 0.3955 | 17000 | 1.755 | - |
| 0.3960 | 17025 | 1.7589 | - |
| 0.3966 | 17050 | 1.3439 | - |
| 0.3972 | 17075 | 1.543 | - |
| 0.3978 | 17100 | 1.6168 | - |
| 0.3984 | 17125 | 1.8263 | - |
| 0.3989 | 17150 | 1.8139 | - |
| 0.3995 | 17175 | 1.8451 | - |
| 0.4001 | 17200 | 2.0606 | - |
| 0.4007 | 17225 | 1.5335 | - |
| 0.4013 | 17250 | 2.0619 | - |
| 0.4019 | 17275 | 1.8486 | - |
| 0.4024 | 17300 | 1.7666 | - |
| 0.4030 | 17325 | 1.8976 | - |
| 0.4036 | 17350 | 1.7209 | - |
| 0.4042 | 17375 | 1.9348 | - |
| 0.4048 | 17400 | 1.9577 | - |
| 0.4053 | 17425 | 1.9581 | - |
| 0.4059 | 17450 | 2.0937 | - |
| 0.4065 | 17475 | 1.2603 | - |
| 0.4071 | 17500 | 2.0965 | - |
| 0.4077 | 17525 | 1.4634 | - |
| 0.4083 | 17550 | 2.0515 | - |
| 0.4088 | 17575 | 1.3997 | - |
| 0.4094 | 17600 | 1.5934 | - |
| 0.4100 | 17625 | 2.0545 | - |
| 0.4106 | 17650 | 1.5622 | - |
| 0.4112 | 17675 | 1.7018 | - |
| 0.4117 | 17700 | 1.17 | - |
| 0.4123 | 17725 | 1.7219 | - |
| 0.4129 | 17750 | 1.7812 | - |
| 0.4135 | 17775 | 1.6641 | - |
| 0.4141 | 17800 | 1.4524 | - |
| 0.4147 | 17825 | 1.9944 | - |
| 0.4152 | 17850 | 1.8922 | - |
| 0.4158 | 17875 | 1.985 | - |
| 0.4164 | 17900 | 1.7339 | - |
| 0.4170 | 17925 | 1.7111 | - |
| 0.4176 | 17950 | 1.6464 | - |
| 0.4181 | 17975 | 1.7321 | - |
| 0.4187 | 18000 | 1.4325 | - |
| 0.4193 | 18025 | 2.2518 | - |
| 0.4199 | 18050 | 1.6899 | - |
| 0.4205 | 18075 | 1.1989 | - |
| 0.4210 | 18100 | 1.8243 | - |
| 0.4216 | 18125 | 1.8338 | - |
| 0.4222 | 18150 | 1.894 | - |
| 0.4228 | 18175 | 1.795 | - |
| 0.4234 | 18200 | 1.6295 | - |
| 0.4240 | 18225 | 1.6255 | - |
| 0.4245 | 18250 | 1.815 | - |
| 0.4251 | 18275 | 1.8559 | - |
| 0.4257 | 18300 | 1.9043 | - |
| 0.4263 | 18325 | 1.8388 | - |
| 0.4269 | 18350 | 1.9019 | - |
| 0.4274 | 18375 | 1.449 | - |
| 0.4280 | 18400 | 2.2585 | - |
| 0.4286 | 18425 | 1.6443 | - |
| 0.4292 | 18450 | 1.6731 | - |
| 0.4298 | 18475 | 1.4904 | - |
| 0.4304 | 18500 | 1.935 | - |
| 0.4309 | 18525 | 1.9917 | - |
| 0.4315 | 18550 | 1.9848 | - |
| 0.4321 | 18575 | 1.9287 | - |
| 0.4327 | 18600 | 1.3039 | - |
| 0.4333 | 18625 | 1.5985 | - |
| 0.4338 | 18650 | 1.9123 | - |
| 0.4344 | 18675 | 1.982 | - |
| 0.4350 | 18700 | 2.3544 | - |
| 0.4356 | 18725 | 1.5633 | - |
| 0.4362 | 18750 | 1.333 | - |
| 0.4367 | 18775 | 1.3789 | - |
| 0.4373 | 18800 | 1.8855 | - |
| 0.4379 | 18825 | 1.4567 | - |
| 0.4385 | 18850 | 1.6853 | - |
| 0.4391 | 18875 | 1.4089 | - |
| 0.4397 | 18900 | 1.3009 | - |
| 0.4402 | 18925 | 1.4637 | - |
| 0.4408 | 18950 | 1.2828 | - |
| 0.4414 | 18975 | 2.4096 | - |
| 0.4420 | 19000 | 1.6088 | - |
| 0.4426 | 19025 | 2.2102 | - |
| 0.4431 | 19050 | 1.7235 | - |
| 0.4437 | 19075 | 1.4885 | - |
| 0.4443 | 19100 | 1.8186 | - |
| 0.4449 | 19125 | 1.3351 | - |
| 0.4455 | 19150 | 1.827 | - |
| 0.4461 | 19175 | 1.4979 | - |
| 0.4466 | 19200 | 1.4008 | - |
| 0.4472 | 19225 | 1.3147 | - |
| 0.4478 | 19250 | 1.9266 | - |
| 0.4484 | 19275 | 1.4044 | - |
| 0.4490 | 19300 | 1.9277 | - |
| 0.4495 | 19325 | 1.8491 | - |
| 0.4501 | 19350 | 1.3478 | - |
| 0.4507 | 19375 | 1.621 | - |
| 0.4513 | 19400 | 1.2935 | - |
| 0.4519 | 19425 | 2.4147 | - |
| 0.4525 | 19450 | 1.9778 | - |
| 0.4530 | 19475 | 1.8781 | - |
| 0.4536 | 19500 | 1.4211 | - |
| 0.4542 | 19525 | 2.0632 | - |
| 0.4548 | 19550 | 1.4792 | - |
| 0.4554 | 19575 | 1.4499 | - |
| 0.4559 | 19600 | 1.836 | - |
| 0.4565 | 19625 | 2.2543 | - |
| 0.4571 | 19650 | 1.742 | - |
| 0.4577 | 19675 | 1.6433 | - |
| 0.4583 | 19700 | 1.3634 | - |
| 0.4588 | 19725 | 1.5325 | - |
| 0.4594 | 19750 | 1.6243 | - |
| 0.4600 | 19775 | 1.1694 | - |
| 0.4606 | 19800 | 1.7367 | - |
| 0.4612 | 19825 | 2.1902 | - |
| 0.4618 | 19850 | 1.4697 | - |
| 0.4623 | 19875 | 1.5374 | - |
| 0.4629 | 19900 | 2.2757 | - |
| 0.4635 | 19925 | 2.2762 | - |
| 0.4641 | 19950 | 1.5415 | - |
| 0.4647 | 19975 | 1.974 | - |
| 0.4652 | 20000 | 1.5437 | - |
| 0.4658 | 20025 | 1.4665 | - |
| 0.4664 | 20050 | 1.5472 | - |
| 0.4670 | 20075 | 2.0516 | - |
| 0.4676 | 20100 | 1.7959 | - |
| 0.4682 | 20125 | 1.9788 | - |
| 0.4687 | 20150 | 1.6681 | - |
| 0.4693 | 20175 | 2.2183 | - |
| 0.4699 | 20200 | 2.1806 | - |
| 0.4705 | 20225 | 1.3537 | - |
| 0.4711 | 20250 | 1.6089 | - |
| 0.4716 | 20275 | 1.912 | - |
| 0.4722 | 20300 | 1.8741 | - |
| 0.4728 | 20325 | 1.9816 | - |
| 0.4734 | 20350 | 1.4522 | - |
| 0.4740 | 20375 | 1.8448 | - |
| 0.4746 | 20400 | 1.4388 | - |
| 0.4751 | 20425 | 1.9684 | - |
| 0.4757 | 20450 | 1.1703 | - |
| 0.4763 | 20475 | 1.9098 | - |
| 0.4769 | 20500 | 2.0756 | - |
| 0.4775 | 20525 | 1.7357 | - |
| 0.4780 | 20550 | 1.5415 | - |
| 0.4786 | 20575 | 1.3758 | - |
| 0.4792 | 20600 | 1.1454 | - |
| 0.4798 | 20625 | 2.6612 | - |
| 0.4804 | 20650 | 1.6303 | - |
| 0.4809 | 20675 | 1.2328 | - |
| 0.4815 | 20700 | 1.4689 | - |
| 0.4821 | 20725 | 1.5289 | - |
| 0.4827 | 20750 | 1.1878 | - |
| 0.4833 | 20775 | 1.775 | - |
| 0.4839 | 20800 | 1.6605 | - |
| 0.4844 | 20825 | 1.4588 | - |
| 0.4850 | 20850 | 1.4693 | - |
| 0.4856 | 20875 | 2.0952 | - |
| 0.4862 | 20900 | 1.7831 | - |
| 0.4868 | 20925 | 1.6236 | - |
| 0.4873 | 20950 | 2.0178 | - |
| 0.4879 | 20975 | 1.1739 | - |
| 0.4885 | 21000 | 1.8782 | - |
| 0.4891 | 21025 | 1.3221 | - |
| 0.4897 | 21050 | 1.7369 | - |
| 0.4903 | 21075 | 1.6899 | - |
| 0.4908 | 21100 | 1.5034 | - |
| 0.4914 | 21125 | 1.4127 | - |
| 0.4920 | 21150 | 1.6134 | - |
| 0.4926 | 21175 | 1.7765 | - |
| 0.4932 | 21200 | 2.174 | - |
| 0.4937 | 21225 | 1.4992 | - |
| 0.4943 | 21250 | 1.432 | - |
| 0.4949 | 21275 | 1.2886 | - |
| 0.4955 | 21300 | 1.7166 | - |
| 0.4961 | 21325 | 1.2488 | - |
| 0.4967 | 21350 | 1.796 | - |
| 0.4972 | 21375 | 2.3513 | - |
| 0.4978 | 21400 | 1.6955 | - |
| 0.4984 | 21425 | 2.1661 | - |
| 0.4990 | 21450 | 1.3247 | - |
| 0.4996 | 21475 | 1.5328 | - |
| 0.5001 | 21500 | 1.7415 | - |
| 0.5007 | 21525 | 1.8963 | - |
| 0.5013 | 21550 | 1.6113 | - |
| 0.5019 | 21575 | 2.2054 | - |
| 0.5025 | 21600 | 1.4601 | - |
| 0.5030 | 21625 | 1.0082 | - |
| 0.5036 | 21650 | 1.8239 | - |
| 0.5042 | 21675 | 2.2394 | - |
| 0.5048 | 21700 | 1.4756 | - |
| 0.5054 | 21725 | 1.7424 | - |
| 0.5060 | 21750 | 1.476 | - |
| 0.5065 | 21775 | 1.6654 | - |
| 0.5071 | 21800 | 1.1808 | - |
| 0.5077 | 21825 | 1.5863 | - |
| 0.5083 | 21850 | 1.2476 | - |
| 0.5089 | 21875 | 2.3641 | - |
| 0.5094 | 21900 | 1.1654 | - |
| 0.5100 | 21925 | 1.7795 | - |
| 0.5106 | 21950 | 1.7698 | - |
| 0.5112 | 21975 | 1.9731 | - |
| 0.5118 | 22000 | 1.6621 | - |
| 0.5124 | 22025 | 2.2785 | - |
| 0.5129 | 22050 | 1.6291 | - |
| 0.5135 | 22075 | 2.1208 | - |
| 0.5141 | 22100 | 1.7823 | - |
| 0.5147 | 22125 | 1.2801 | - |
| 0.5153 | 22150 | 1.2869 | - |
| 0.5158 | 22175 | 1.6431 | - |
| 0.5164 | 22200 | 1.4302 | - |
| 0.5170 | 22225 | 1.8155 | - |
| 0.5176 | 22250 | 1.5351 | - |
| 0.5182 | 22275 | 2.1374 | - |
| 0.5187 | 22300 | 1.0628 | - |
| 0.5193 | 22325 | 1.3696 | - |
| 0.5199 | 22350 | 1.3677 | - |
| 0.5205 | 22375 | 1.929 | - |
| 0.5211 | 22400 | 1.9526 | - |
| 0.5217 | 22425 | 2.0325 | - |
| 0.5222 | 22450 | 1.6891 | - |
| 0.5228 | 22475 | 1.9253 | - |
| 0.5234 | 22500 | 2.0804 | - |
| 0.5240 | 22525 | 1.6496 | - |
| 0.5246 | 22550 | 1.3766 | - |
| 0.5251 | 22575 | 1.2154 | - |
| 0.5257 | 22600 | 1.6651 | - |
| 0.5263 | 22625 | 1.8779 | - |
| 0.5269 | 22650 | 1.2851 | - |
| 0.5275 | 22675 | 1.7658 | - |
| 0.5281 | 22700 | 1.3214 | - |
| 0.5286 | 22725 | 1.8593 | - |
| 0.5292 | 22750 | 1.7484 | - |
| 0.5298 | 22775 | 1.4838 | - |
| 0.5304 | 22800 | 1.726 | - |
| 0.5310 | 22825 | 1.8758 | - |
| 0.5315 | 22850 | 1.5964 | - |
| 0.5321 | 22875 | 2.9319 | - |
| 0.5327 | 22900 | 1.6875 | - |
| 0.5333 | 22925 | 1.9704 | - |
| 0.5339 | 22950 | 1.4421 | - |
| 0.5345 | 22975 | 1.5044 | - |
| 0.5350 | 23000 | 1.7508 | - |
| 0.5356 | 23025 | 2.1269 | - |
| 0.5362 | 23050 | 1.6607 | - |
| 0.5368 | 23075 | 1.3943 | - |
| 0.5374 | 23100 | 1.206 | - |
| 0.5379 | 23125 | 1.4486 | - |
| 0.5385 | 23150 | 2.0984 | - |
| 0.5391 | 23175 | 1.9569 | - |
| 0.5397 | 23200 | 1.6137 | - |
| 0.5403 | 23225 | 1.7115 | - |
| 0.5408 | 23250 | 1.6013 | - |
| 0.5414 | 23275 | 1.6316 | - |
| 0.5420 | 23300 | 1.6528 | - |
| 0.5426 | 23325 | 1.2124 | - |
| 0.5432 | 23350 | 1.704 | - |
| 0.5438 | 23375 | 1.8772 | - |
| 0.5443 | 23400 | 1.7105 | - |
| 0.5449 | 23425 | 1.609 | - |
| 0.5455 | 23450 | 1.664 | - |
| 0.5461 | 23475 | 1.3191 | - |
| 0.5467 | 23500 | 1.7178 | - |
| 0.5472 | 23525 | 1.5298 | - |
| 0.5478 | 23550 | 1.6457 | - |
| 0.5484 | 23575 | 1.5236 | - |
| 0.5490 | 23600 | 1.0252 | - |
| 0.5496 | 23625 | 2.1295 | - |
| 0.5502 | 23650 | 1.8227 | - |
| 0.5507 | 23675 | 1.7237 | - |
| 0.5513 | 23700 | 1.5208 | - |
| 0.5519 | 23725 | 2.3337 | - |
| 0.5525 | 23750 | 1.172 | - |
| 0.5531 | 23775 | 1.6732 | - |
| 0.5536 | 23800 | 1.7131 | - |
| 0.5542 | 23825 | 1.869 | - |
| 0.5548 | 23850 | 1.621 | - |
| 0.5554 | 23875 | 1.6653 | - |
| 0.5560 | 23900 | 1.807 | - |
| 0.5566 | 23925 | 1.1932 | - |
| 0.5571 | 23950 | 1.5067 | - |
| 0.5577 | 23975 | 1.4059 | - |
| 0.5583 | 24000 | 1.5436 | - |
| 0.5589 | 24025 | 1.8529 | - |
| 0.5595 | 24050 | 1.5483 | - |
| 0.5600 | 24075 | 1.9724 | - |
| 0.5606 | 24100 | 1.6123 | - |
| 0.5612 | 24125 | 2.2449 | - |
| 0.5618 | 24150 | 1.6575 | - |
| 0.5624 | 24175 | 1.2302 | - |
| 0.5629 | 24200 | 1.7471 | - |
| 0.5635 | 24225 | 1.6922 | - |
| 0.5641 | 24250 | 1.9473 | - |
| 0.5647 | 24275 | 1.4735 | - |
| 0.5653 | 24300 | 2.129 | - |
| 0.5659 | 24325 | 1.3279 | - |
| 0.5664 | 24350 | 2.3229 | - |
| 0.5670 | 24375 | 2.1268 | - |
| 0.5676 | 24400 | 1.6239 | - |
| 0.5682 | 24425 | 1.5273 | - |
| 0.5688 | 24450 | 1.5164 | - |
| 0.5693 | 24475 | 1.5158 | - |
| 0.5699 | 24500 | 1.2289 | - |
| 0.5705 | 24525 | 1.7425 | - |
| 0.5711 | 24550 | 1.7482 | - |
| 0.5717 | 24575 | 1.2919 | - |
| 0.5723 | 24600 | 2.3577 | - |
| 0.5728 | 24625 | 1.4714 | - |
| 0.5734 | 24650 | 1.7041 | - |
| 0.5740 | 24675 | 1.8415 | - |
| 0.5746 | 24700 | 1.9503 | - |
| 0.5752 | 24725 | 1.1973 | - |
| 0.5757 | 24750 | 1.5902 | - |
| 0.5763 | 24775 | 1.4627 | - |
| 0.5769 | 24800 | 1.6246 | - |
| 0.5775 | 24825 | 1.5827 | - |
| 0.5781 | 24850 | 1.785 | - |
| 0.5786 | 24875 | 2.2449 | - |
| 0.5792 | 24900 | 1.357 | - |
| 0.5798 | 24925 | 1.1901 | - |
| 0.5804 | 24950 | 2.2223 | - |
| 0.5810 | 24975 | 1.217 | - |
| 0.5816 | 25000 | 1.7314 | - |
| 0.5821 | 25025 | 1.3349 | - |
| 0.5827 | 25050 | 0.9547 | - |
| 0.5833 | 25075 | 2.363 | - |
| 0.5839 | 25100 | 1.5487 | - |
| 0.5845 | 25125 | 1.482 | - |
| 0.5850 | 25150 | 1.7224 | - |
| 0.5856 | 25175 | 1.8357 | - |
| 0.5862 | 25200 | 0.9152 | - |
| 0.5868 | 25225 | 1.8711 | - |
| 0.5874 | 25250 | 1.3583 | - |
| 0.5880 | 25275 | 1.4455 | - |
| 0.5885 | 25300 | 1.5893 | - |
| 0.5891 | 25325 | 1.4445 | - |
| 0.5897 | 25350 | 1.7058 | - |
| 0.5903 | 25375 | 1.5946 | - |
| 0.5909 | 25400 | 1.2886 | - |
| 0.5914 | 25425 | 1.6325 | - |
| 0.5920 | 25450 | 1.3515 | - |
| 0.5926 | 25475 | 1.8724 | - |
| 0.5932 | 25500 | 1.5648 | - |
| 0.5938 | 25525 | 1.2602 | - |
| 0.5944 | 25550 | 1.3226 | - |
| 0.5949 | 25575 | 2.3879 | - |
| 0.5955 | 25600 | 1.4645 | - |
| 0.5961 | 25625 | 1.43 | - |
| 0.5967 | 25650 | 1.5899 | - |
| 0.5973 | 25675 | 1.3671 | - |
| 0.5978 | 25700 | 1.75 | - |
| 0.5984 | 25725 | 1.9598 | - |
| 0.5990 | 25750 | 1.3256 | - |
| 0.5996 | 25775 | 1.4799 | - |
| 0.6002 | 25800 | 2.2095 | - |
| 0.6007 | 25825 | 1.8199 | - |
| 0.6013 | 25850 | 1.8393 | - |
| 0.6019 | 25875 | 1.159 | - |
| 0.6025 | 25900 | 1.2802 | - |
| 0.6031 | 25925 | 2.0757 | - |
| 0.6037 | 25950 | 1.8491 | - |
| 0.6042 | 25975 | 1.3711 | - |
| 0.6048 | 26000 | 2.1523 | - |
| 0.6054 | 26025 | 1.5698 | - |
| 0.6060 | 26050 | 1.1101 | - |
| 0.6066 | 26075 | 1.1935 | - |
| 0.6071 | 26100 | 1.7426 | - |
| 0.6077 | 26125 | 1.8288 | - |
| 0.6083 | 26150 | 2.2498 | - |
| 0.6089 | 26175 | 1.5404 | - |
| 0.6095 | 26200 | 1.8792 | - |
| 0.6101 | 26225 | 1.7769 | - |
| 0.6106 | 26250 | 1.606 | - |
| 0.6112 | 26275 | 1.4928 | - |
| 0.6118 | 26300 | 1.4727 | - |
| 0.6124 | 26325 | 1.5068 | - |
| 0.6130 | 26350 | 1.5715 | - |
| 0.6135 | 26375 | 2.3462 | - |
| 0.6141 | 26400 | 1.2331 | - |
| 0.6147 | 26425 | 1.5961 | - |
| 0.6153 | 26450 | 1.8096 | - |
| 0.6159 | 26475 | 1.3936 | - |
| 0.6165 | 26500 | 1.5372 | - |
| 0.6170 | 26525 | 1.6391 | - |
| 0.6176 | 26550 | 1.2286 | - |
| 0.6182 | 26575 | 1.681 | - |
| 0.6188 | 26600 | 1.5174 | - |
| 0.6194 | 26625 | 1.5388 | - |
| 0.6199 | 26650 | 1.6419 | - |
| 0.6205 | 26675 | 1.3405 | - |
| 0.6211 | 26700 | 1.2894 | - |
| 0.6217 | 26725 | 1.5695 | - |
| 0.6223 | 26750 | 2.1039 | - |
| 0.6228 | 26775 | 1.3906 | - |
| 0.6234 | 26800 | 1.8483 | - |
| 0.6240 | 26825 | 1.5111 | - |
| 0.6246 | 26850 | 1.6898 | - |
| 0.6252 | 26875 | 1.0956 | - |
| 0.6258 | 26900 | 2.009 | - |
| 0.6263 | 26925 | 1.7003 | - |
| 0.6269 | 26950 | 1.5127 | - |
| 0.6275 | 26975 | 1.4793 | - |
| 0.6281 | 27000 | 1.5129 | - |
| 0.6287 | 27025 | 1.4159 | - |
| 0.6292 | 27050 | 1.7083 | - |
| 0.6298 | 27075 | 1.7327 | - |
| 0.6304 | 27100 | 1.1954 | - |
| 0.6310 | 27125 | 1.4142 | - |
| 0.6316 | 27150 | 1.5025 | - |
| 0.6322 | 27175 | 1.4266 | - |
| 0.6327 | 27200 | 1.4855 | - |
| 0.6333 | 27225 | 1.6641 | - |
| 0.6339 | 27250 | 1.1936 | - |
| 0.6345 | 27275 | 2.0715 | - |
| 0.6351 | 27300 | 1.5046 | - |
| 0.6356 | 27325 | 1.6046 | - |
| 0.6362 | 27350 | 0.8701 | - |
| 0.6368 | 27375 | 1.7245 | - |
| 0.6374 | 27400 | 1.7061 | - |
| 0.6380 | 27425 | 2.1019 | - |
| 0.6386 | 27450 | 1.8246 | - |
| 0.6391 | 27475 | 1.8666 | - |
| 0.6397 | 27500 | 1.5185 | - |
| 0.6403 | 27525 | 1.4596 | - |
| 0.6409 | 27550 | 1.6155 | - |
| 0.6415 | 27575 | 1.1579 | - |
| 0.6420 | 27600 | 1.2284 | - |
| 0.6426 | 27625 | 2.8496 | - |
| 0.6432 | 27650 | 1.4949 | - |
| 0.6438 | 27675 | 1.2575 | - |
| 0.6444 | 27700 | 1.7711 | - |
| 0.6449 | 27725 | 1.6155 | - |
| 0.6455 | 27750 | 1.2679 | - |
| 0.6461 | 27775 | 1.5658 | - |
| 0.6467 | 27800 | 1.3801 | - |
| 0.6473 | 27825 | 1.4879 | - |
| 0.6479 | 27850 | 1.8021 | - |
| 0.6484 | 27875 | 1.7479 | - |
| 0.6490 | 27900 | 1.8624 | - |
| 0.6496 | 27925 | 1.8816 | - |
| 0.6502 | 27950 | 1.8607 | - |
| 0.6508 | 27975 | 1.4295 | - |
| 0.6513 | 28000 | 1.678 | - |
| 0.6519 | 28025 | 1.1747 | - |
| 0.6525 | 28050 | 1.5176 | - |
| 0.6531 | 28075 | 2.0047 | - |
| 0.6537 | 28100 | 1.6843 | - |
| 0.6543 | 28125 | 1.2516 | - |
| 0.6548 | 28150 | 2.2375 | - |
| 0.6554 | 28175 | 1.3788 | - |
| 0.6560 | 28200 | 1.6117 | - |
| 0.6566 | 28225 | 1.6099 | - |
| 0.6572 | 28250 | 1.6164 | - |
| 0.6577 | 28275 | 1.5585 | - |
| 0.6583 | 28300 | 1.4709 | - |
| 0.6589 | 28325 | 1.4104 | - |
| 0.6595 | 28350 | 1.5742 | - |
| 0.6601 | 28375 | 1.589 | - |
| 0.6606 | 28400 | 1.3028 | - |
| 0.6612 | 28425 | 1.4697 | - |
| 0.6618 | 28450 | 1.417 | - |
| 0.6624 | 28475 | 1.7539 | - |
| 0.6630 | 28500 | 1.5019 | - |
| 0.6636 | 28525 | 1.0805 | - |
| 0.6641 | 28550 | 1.629 | - |
| 0.6647 | 28575 | 0.8291 | - |
| 0.6653 | 28600 | 1.6383 | - |
| 0.6659 | 28625 | 1.3625 | - |
| 0.6665 | 28650 | 1.462 | - |
| 0.6670 | 28675 | 1.2422 | - |
| 0.6676 | 28700 | 1.8683 | - |
| 0.6682 | 28725 | 1.2459 | - |
| 0.6688 | 28750 | 1.963 | - |
| 0.6694 | 28775 | 2.2384 | - |
| 0.6700 | 28800 | 1.6162 | - |
| 0.6705 | 28825 | 0.7887 | - |
| 0.6711 | 28850 | 1.627 | - |
| 0.6717 | 28875 | 1.4012 | - |
| 0.6723 | 28900 | 2.0166 | - |
| 0.6729 | 28925 | 1.656 | - |
| 0.6734 | 28950 | 0.9695 | - |
| 0.6740 | 28975 | 1.3015 | - |
| 0.6746 | 29000 | 1.5794 | - |
| 0.6752 | 29025 | 1.6709 | - |
| 0.6758 | 29050 | 1.9172 | - |
| 0.6764 | 29075 | 1.2921 | - |
| 0.6769 | 29100 | 1.0929 | - |
| 0.6775 | 29125 | 1.1259 | - |
| 0.6781 | 29150 | 1.429 | - |
| 0.6787 | 29175 | 1.0553 | - |
| 0.6793 | 29200 | 1.7985 | - |
| 0.6798 | 29225 | 1.4328 | - |
| 0.6804 | 29250 | 1.8381 | - |
| 0.6810 | 29275 | 1.7455 | - |
| 0.6816 | 29300 | 1.5212 | - |
| 0.6822 | 29325 | 1.8121 | - |
| 0.6827 | 29350 | 2.5322 | - |
| 0.6833 | 29375 | 1.8674 | - |
| 0.6839 | 29400 | 1.4326 | - |
| 0.6845 | 29425 | 1.8624 | - |
| 0.6851 | 29450 | 2.0898 | - |
| 0.6857 | 29475 | 1.6668 | - |
| 0.6862 | 29500 | 1.4045 | - |
| 0.6868 | 29525 | 1.6119 | - |
| 0.6874 | 29550 | 1.6787 | - |
| 0.6880 | 29575 | 1.18 | - |
| 0.6886 | 29600 | 1.1339 | - |
| 0.6891 | 29625 | 1.1695 | - |
| 0.6897 | 29650 | 1.4335 | - |
| 0.6903 | 29675 | 2.1215 | - |
| 0.6909 | 29700 | 1.3166 | - |
| 0.6915 | 29725 | 1.7899 | - |
| 0.6921 | 29750 | 1.8852 | - |
| 0.6926 | 29775 | 1.467 | - |
| 0.6932 | 29800 | 1.5139 | - |
| 0.6938 | 29825 | 1.8069 | - |
| 0.6944 | 29850 | 2.2998 | - |
| 0.6950 | 29875 | 1.9262 | - |
| 0.6955 | 29900 | 1.6568 | - |
| 0.6961 | 29925 | 1.3704 | - |
| 0.6967 | 29950 | 1.0416 | - |
| 0.6973 | 29975 | 1.6792 | - |
| 0.6979 | 30000 | 1.2367 | - |
| 0.6985 | 30025 | 1.3612 | - |
| 0.6990 | 30050 | 1.6098 | - |
| 0.6996 | 30075 | 1.4733 | - |
| 0.7002 | 30100 | 1.2288 | - |
| 0.7008 | 30125 | 1.5969 | - |
| 0.7014 | 30150 | 2.4955 | - |
| 0.7019 | 30175 | 1.7621 | - |
| 0.7025 | 30200 | 2.0984 | - |
| 0.7031 | 30225 | 1.6071 | - |
| 0.7037 | 30250 | 1.6767 | - |
| 0.7043 | 30275 | 1.8961 | - |
| 0.7048 | 30300 | 1.5871 | - |
| 0.7054 | 30325 | 1.7933 | - |
| 0.7060 | 30350 | 2.016 | - |
| 0.7066 | 30375 | 1.5051 | - |
| 0.7072 | 30400 | 1.4707 | - |
| 0.7078 | 30425 | 1.6833 | - |
| 0.7083 | 30450 | 1.2813 | - |
| 0.7089 | 30475 | 1.9698 | - |
| 0.7095 | 30500 | 1.7036 | - |
| 0.7101 | 30525 | 1.6784 | - |
| 0.7107 | 30550 | 1.5353 | - |
| 0.7112 | 30575 | 1.846 | - |
| 0.7118 | 30600 | 1.7371 | - |
| 0.7124 | 30625 | 1.2613 | - |
| 0.7130 | 30650 | 1.4407 | - |
| 0.7136 | 30675 | 1.7897 | - |
| 0.7142 | 30700 | 1.5976 | - |
| 0.7147 | 30725 | 1.4901 | - |
| 0.7153 | 30750 | 1.1481 | - |
| 0.7159 | 30775 | 1.587 | - |
| 0.7165 | 30800 | 2.2325 | - |
| 0.7171 | 30825 | 1.5463 | - |
| 0.7176 | 30850 | 2.1599 | - |
| 0.7182 | 30875 | 1.4905 | - |
| 0.7188 | 30900 | 1.3294 | - |
| 0.7194 | 30925 | 1.8797 | - |
| 0.7200 | 30950 | 0.836 | - |
| 0.7205 | 30975 | 1.4358 | - |
| 0.7211 | 31000 | 0.8134 | - |
| 0.7217 | 31025 | 1.2353 | - |
| 0.7223 | 31050 | 2.0199 | - |
| 0.7229 | 31075 | 1.5159 | - |
| 0.7235 | 31100 | 1.6163 | - |
| 0.7240 | 31125 | 2.0403 | - |
| 0.7246 | 31150 | 2.0947 | - |
| 0.7252 | 31175 | 1.3329 | - |
| 0.7258 | 31200 | 1.3037 | - |
| 0.7264 | 31225 | 1.2872 | - |
| 0.7269 | 31250 | 2.3034 | - |
| 0.7275 | 31275 | 1.0131 | - |
| 0.7281 | 31300 | 1.2246 | - |
| 0.7287 | 31325 | 1.6644 | - |
| 0.7293 | 31350 | 1.3648 | - |
| 0.7299 | 31375 | 1.5464 | - |
| 0.7304 | 31400 | 1.3512 | - |
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| 0.7316 | 31450 | 1.5649 | - |
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| 0.7328 | 31500 | 1.67 | - |
| 0.7333 | 31525 | 1.4031 | - |
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| 0.7380 | 31725 | 1.95 | - |
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| 0.7415 | 31875 | 1.9356 | - |
| 0.7421 | 31900 | 1.412 | - |
| 0.7426 | 31925 | 2.3143 | - |
| 0.7432 | 31950 | 1.9291 | - |
| 0.7438 | 31975 | 1.0673 | - |
| 0.7444 | 32000 | 1.1055 | - |
| 0.7450 | 32025 | 1.9902 | - |
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| 0.7461 | 32075 | 1.8419 | - |
| 0.7467 | 32100 | 1.7258 | - |
| 0.7473 | 32125 | 1.6726 | - |
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| 0.7485 | 32175 | 1.9013 | - |
| 0.7490 | 32200 | 1.5233 | - |
| 0.7496 | 32225 | 1.5292 | - |
| 0.7502 | 32250 | 1.6012 | - |
| 0.7508 | 32275 | 1.7483 | - |
| 0.7514 | 32300 | 1.6163 | - |
| 0.7520 | 32325 | 2.069 | - |
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| 0.7589 | 32625 | 1.3251 | - |
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| 0.7613 | 32725 | 1.682 | - |
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| 0.7659 | 32925 | 1.2986 | - |
| 0.7665 | 32950 | 1.3926 | - |
| 0.7671 | 32975 | 1.3816 | - |
| 0.7677 | 33000 | 1.6243 | - |
| 0.7682 | 33025 | 1.293 | - |
| 0.7688 | 33050 | 1.2819 | - |
| 0.7694 | 33075 | 1.8175 | - |
| 0.7700 | 33100 | 1.0559 | - |
| 0.7706 | 33125 | 1.9698 | - |
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| 0.7717 | 33175 | 1.8684 | - |
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| 0.7746 | 33300 | 2.0295 | - |
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| 0.7770 | 33400 | 1.3663 | - |
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| 0.7787 | 33475 | 1.1947 | - |
| 0.7793 | 33500 | 1.6761 | - |
| 0.7799 | 33525 | 1.5035 | - |
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| 0.7816 | 33600 | 1.3772 | - |
| 0.7822 | 33625 | 1.7326 | - |
| 0.7828 | 33650 | 1.4699 | - |
| 0.7834 | 33675 | 1.2573 | - |
| 0.7839 | 33700 | 1.8544 | - |
| 0.7845 | 33725 | 0.9037 | - |
| 0.7851 | 33750 | 1.1334 | - |
| 0.7857 | 33775 | 1.5963 | - |
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| 0.7868 | 33825 | 1.8233 | - |
| 0.7874 | 33850 | 1.1699 | - |
| 0.7880 | 33875 | 1.2881 | - |
| 0.7886 | 33900 | 1.5248 | - |
| 0.7892 | 33925 | 2.1017 | - |
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| 0.7903 | 33975 | 1.2253 | - |
| 0.7909 | 34000 | 1.9167 | - |
| 0.7915 | 34025 | 1.2018 | - |
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| 0.7927 | 34075 | 1.2956 | - |
| 0.7932 | 34100 | 1.7036 | - |
| 0.7938 | 34125 | 1.9106 | - |
| 0.7944 | 34150 | 1.6181 | - |
| 0.7950 | 34175 | 1.1479 | - |
| 0.7956 | 34200 | 1.4995 | - |
| 0.7962 | 34225 | 1.0942 | - |
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| 0.7973 | 34275 | 0.9753 | - |
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| 0.7985 | 34325 | 1.2344 | - |
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| 0.7996 | 34375 | 1.4331 | - |
| 0.8002 | 34400 | 1.8726 | - |
| 0.8008 | 34425 | 2.4211 | - |
| 0.8014 | 34450 | 1.5872 | - |
| 0.8020 | 34475 | 1.7234 | - |
| 0.8025 | 34500 | 1.7778 | - |
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| 0.8037 | 34550 | 1.066 | - |
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| 0.8049 | 34600 | 1.7708 | - |
| 0.8055 | 34625 | 1.082 | - |
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| 0.8066 | 34675 | 1.4271 | - |
| 0.8072 | 34700 | 1.724 | - |
| 0.8078 | 34725 | 1.6449 | - |
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| 0.8089 | 34775 | 1.1095 | - |
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| 0.8101 | 34825 | 1.202 | - |
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| 0.8113 | 34875 | 1.4167 | - |
| 0.8119 | 34900 | 1.728 | - |
| 0.8124 | 34925 | 2.0234 | - |
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| 0.8136 | 34975 | 1.7531 | - |
| 0.8142 | 35000 | 1.8029 | - |
| 0.8148 | 35025 | 1.6392 | - |
| 0.8153 | 35050 | 1.625 | - |
| 0.8159 | 35075 | 1.4851 | - |
| 0.8165 | 35100 | 1.4458 | - |
| 0.8171 | 35125 | 1.4831 | - |
| 0.8177 | 35150 | 1.7152 | - |
| 0.8183 | 35175 | 1.2926 | - |
| 0.8188 | 35200 | 1.6965 | - |
| 0.8194 | 35225 | 1.6084 | - |
| 0.8200 | 35250 | 1.538 | - |
| 0.8206 | 35275 | 1.6127 | - |
| 0.8212 | 35300 | 1.2193 | - |
| 0.8217 | 35325 | 1.2598 | - |
| 0.8223 | 35350 | 1.2611 | - |
| 0.8229 | 35375 | 1.6257 | - |
| 0.8235 | 35400 | 1.5083 | - |
| 0.8241 | 35425 | 1.771 | - |
| 0.8246 | 35450 | 1.5376 | - |
| 0.8252 | 35475 | 1.1613 | - |
| 0.8258 | 35500 | 1.0127 | - |
| 0.8264 | 35525 | 1.994 | - |
| 0.8270 | 35550 | 1.7824 | - |
| 0.8276 | 35575 | 1.8031 | - |
| 0.8281 | 35600 | 1.933 | - |
| 0.8287 | 35625 | 1.3782 | - |
| 0.8293 | 35650 | 2.0435 | - |
| 0.8299 | 35675 | 1.57 | - |
| 0.8305 | 35700 | 1.7761 | - |
| 0.8310 | 35725 | 1.1276 | - |
| 0.8316 | 35750 | 1.6928 | - |
| 0.8322 | 35775 | 1.9065 | - |
| 0.8328 | 35800 | 1.4275 | - |
| 0.8334 | 35825 | 1.6327 | - |
| 0.8340 | 35850 | 1.4786 | - |
| 0.8345 | 35875 | 2.0803 | - |
| 0.8351 | 35900 | 1.9798 | - |
| 0.8357 | 35925 | 1.6543 | - |
| 0.8363 | 35950 | 1.8216 | - |
| 0.8369 | 35975 | 2.446 | - |
| 0.8374 | 36000 | 1.1053 | - |
| 0.8380 | 36025 | 1.4814 | - |
| 0.8386 | 36050 | 1.1576 | - |
| 0.8392 | 36075 | 1.7894 | - |
| 0.8398 | 36100 | 1.7999 | - |
| 0.8404 | 36125 | 1.6499 | - |
| 0.8409 | 36150 | 1.8638 | - |
| 0.8415 | 36175 | 1.0499 | - |
| 0.8421 | 36200 | 1.6604 | - |
| 0.8427 | 36225 | 1.2517 | - |
| 0.8433 | 36250 | 1.0051 | - |
| 0.8438 | 36275 | 1.0227 | - |
| 0.8444 | 36300 | 1.7426 | - |
| 0.8450 | 36325 | 1.803 | - |
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| 0.8462 | 36375 | 1.1865 | - |
| 0.8467 | 36400 | 1.723 | - |
| 0.8473 | 36425 | 1.5655 | - |
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| 0.8485 | 36475 | 2.1434 | - |
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| 0.8497 | 36525 | 1.746 | - |
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| 0.8508 | 36575 | 2.0155 | - |
| 0.8514 | 36600 | 1.5034 | - |
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| 0.8531 | 36675 | 1.277 | - |
| 0.8537 | 36700 | 1.6044 | - |
| 0.8543 | 36725 | 1.6114 | - |
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| 0.8555 | 36775 | 1.6967 | - |
| 0.8561 | 36800 | 1.5186 | - |
| 0.8566 | 36825 | 1.5849 | - |
| 0.8572 | 36850 | 1.7135 | - |
| 0.8578 | 36875 | 1.9679 | - |
| 0.8584 | 36900 | 1.4055 | - |
| 0.8590 | 36925 | 1.7352 | - |
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| 0.8607 | 37000 | 1.4869 | - |
| 0.8613 | 37025 | 1.8245 | - |
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| 0.8624 | 37075 | 1.668 | - |
| 0.8630 | 37100 | 0.9801 | - |
| 0.8636 | 37125 | 1.4413 | - |
| 0.8642 | 37150 | 1.436 | - |
| 0.8648 | 37175 | 2.0982 | - |
| 0.8654 | 37200 | 1.4776 | - |
| 0.8659 | 37225 | 1.8187 | - |
| 0.8665 | 37250 | 1.517 | - |
| 0.8671 | 37275 | 1.3471 | - |
| 0.8677 | 37300 | 1.407 | - |
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| 0.8694 | 37375 | 1.0548 | - |
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| 0.8706 | 37425 | 2.054 | - |
| 0.8712 | 37450 | 1.6643 | - |
| 0.8718 | 37475 | 1.7986 | - |
| 0.8723 | 37500 | 0.9296 | - |
| 0.8729 | 37525 | 1.4399 | - |
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| 0.8741 | 37575 | 1.8429 | - |
| 0.8747 | 37600 | 1.8777 | - |
| 0.8752 | 37625 | 1.3791 | - |
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| 0.8764 | 37675 | 1.4582 | - |
| 0.8770 | 37700 | 1.2565 | - |
| 0.8776 | 37725 | 1.5245 | - |
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| 0.8787 | 37775 | 1.7957 | - |
| 0.8793 | 37800 | 1.4228 | - |
| 0.8799 | 37825 | 1.227 | - |
| 0.8805 | 37850 | 1.357 | - |
| 0.8811 | 37875 | 1.7364 | - |
| 0.8816 | 37900 | 1.7527 | - |
| 0.8822 | 37925 | 1.5495 | - |
| 0.8828 | 37950 | 1.5664 | - |
| 0.8834 | 37975 | 1.3134 | - |
| 0.8840 | 38000 | 1.8097 | - |
| 0.8845 | 38025 | 1.6661 | - |
| 0.8851 | 38050 | 0.9465 | - |
| 0.8857 | 38075 | 1.6919 | - |
| 0.8863 | 38100 | 2.0203 | - |
| 0.8869 | 38125 | 1.9164 | - |
| 0.8875 | 38150 | 1.2253 | - |
| 0.8880 | 38175 | 1.3791 | - |
| 0.8886 | 38200 | 1.4952 | - |
| 0.8892 | 38225 | 0.94 | - |
| 0.8898 | 38250 | 1.3665 | - |
| 0.8904 | 38275 | 0.763 | - |
| 0.8909 | 38300 | 1.3643 | - |
| 0.8915 | 38325 | 1.1868 | - |
| 0.8921 | 38350 | 1.1889 | - |
| 0.8927 | 38375 | 1.6858 | - |
| 0.8933 | 38400 | 1.2556 | - |
| 0.8939 | 38425 | 1.2209 | - |
| 0.8944 | 38450 | 1.4221 | - |
| 0.8950 | 38475 | 1.3452 | - |
| 0.8956 | 38500 | 1.7951 | - |
| 0.8962 | 38525 | 1.1244 | - |
| 0.8968 | 38550 | 1.8671 | - |
| 0.8973 | 38575 | 1.0825 | - |
| 0.8979 | 38600 | 1.3826 | - |
| 0.8985 | 38625 | 1.4613 | - |
| 0.8991 | 38650 | 1.9482 | - |
| 0.8997 | 38675 | 1.6889 | - |
| 0.9003 | 38700 | 1.4254 | - |
| 0.9008 | 38725 | 1.7529 | - |
| 0.9014 | 38750 | 1.4172 | - |
| 0.9020 | 38775 | 1.4645 | - |
| 0.9026 | 38800 | 1.8674 | - |
| 0.9032 | 38825 | 1.4673 | - |
| 0.9037 | 38850 | 1.8806 | - |
| 0.9043 | 38875 | 1.5106 | - |
| 0.9049 | 38900 | 1.0928 | - |
| 0.9055 | 38925 | 1.3964 | - |
| 0.9061 | 38950 | 1.6885 | - |
| 0.9066 | 38975 | 1.9073 | - |
| 0.9072 | 39000 | 1.0246 | - |
| 0.9078 | 39025 | 1.257 | - |
| 0.9084 | 39050 | 1.889 | - |
| 0.9090 | 39075 | 1.6647 | - |
| 0.9096 | 39100 | 1.2036 | - |
| 0.9101 | 39125 | 1.6984 | - |
| 0.9107 | 39150 | 1.4324 | - |
| 0.9113 | 39175 | 1.4726 | - |
| 0.9119 | 39200 | 1.5528 | - |
| 0.9125 | 39225 | 1.3815 | - |
| 0.9130 | 39250 | 1.9053 | - |
| 0.9136 | 39275 | 1.253 | - |
| 0.9142 | 39300 | 1.3278 | - |
| 0.9148 | 39325 | 1.7162 | - |
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| 0.9160 | 39375 | 1.5421 | - |
| 0.9165 | 39400 | 1.5643 | - |
| 0.9171 | 39425 | 1.64 | - |
| 0.9177 | 39450 | 1.8912 | - |
| 0.9183 | 39475 | 1.073 | - |
| 0.9189 | 39500 | 1.2076 | - |
| 0.9194 | 39525 | 1.7236 | - |
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| 0.9206 | 39575 | 1.435 | - |
| 0.9212 | 39600 | 1.774 | - |
| 0.9218 | 39625 | 1.9663 | - |
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| 0.9229 | 39675 | 1.5373 | - |
| 0.9235 | 39700 | 0.9947 | - |
| 0.9241 | 39725 | 1.611 | - |
| 0.9247 | 39750 | 1.1818 | - |
| 0.9253 | 39775 | 1.0207 | - |
| 0.9258 | 39800 | 1.3447 | - |
| 0.9264 | 39825 | 2.405 | - |
| 0.9270 | 39850 | 1.8968 | - |
| 0.9276 | 39875 | 2.1479 | - |
| 0.9282 | 39900 | 1.031 | - |
| 0.9287 | 39925 | 1.1384 | - |
| 0.9293 | 39950 | 1.172 | - |
| 0.9299 | 39975 | 1.8698 | - |
| 0.9305 | 40000 | 1.1394 | - |
| 0.9311 | 40025 | 0.9271 | - |
| 0.9317 | 40050 | 1.8924 | - |
| 0.9322 | 40075 | 1.4545 | - |
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| 0.9334 | 40125 | 1.6379 | - |
| 0.9340 | 40150 | 1.653 | - |
| 0.9346 | 40175 | 1.7306 | - |
| 0.9351 | 40200 | 1.7531 | - |
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| 0.9363 | 40250 | 1.336 | - |
| 0.9369 | 40275 | 1.4953 | - |
| 0.9375 | 40300 | 1.9265 | - |
| 0.9381 | 40325 | 1.9804 | - |
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| 0.9392 | 40375 | 1.0807 | - |
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| 0.9404 | 40425 | 1.3715 | - |
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| 0.9415 | 40475 | 1.3254 | - |
| 0.9421 | 40500 | 1.7494 | - |
| 0.9427 | 40525 | 1.1223 | - |
| 0.9433 | 40550 | 0.8713 | - |
| 0.9439 | 40575 | 1.9137 | - |
| 0.9444 | 40600 | 1.4696 | - |
| 0.9450 | 40625 | 1.1898 | - |
| 0.9456 | 40650 | 0.9327 | - |
| 0.9462 | 40675 | 0.8971 | - |
| 0.9468 | 40700 | 1.8167 | - |
| 0.9474 | 40725 | 1.625 | - |
| 0.9479 | 40750 | 1.6792 | - |
| 0.9485 | 40775 | 1.6584 | - |
| 0.9491 | 40800 | 1.4741 | - |
| 0.9497 | 40825 | 1.316 | - |
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| 0.9508 | 40875 | 1.4207 | - |
| 0.9514 | 40900 | 1.3103 | - |
| 0.9520 | 40925 | 1.7347 | - |
| 0.9526 | 40950 | 1.3602 | - |
| 0.9532 | 40975 | 1.4405 | - |
| 0.9538 | 41000 | 2.1565 | - |
| 0.9543 | 41025 | 1.4863 | - |
| 0.9549 | 41050 | 1.4971 | - |
| 0.9555 | 41075 | 1.4281 | - |
| 0.9561 | 41100 | 1.7532 | - |
| 0.9567 | 41125 | 1.3077 | - |
| 0.9572 | 41150 | 1.2964 | - |
| 0.9578 | 41175 | 1.2949 | - |
| 0.9584 | 41200 | 1.474 | - |
| 0.9590 | 41225 | 1.2256 | - |
| 0.9596 | 41250 | 1.258 | - |
| 0.9602 | 41275 | 0.4942 | - |
| 0.9607 | 41300 | 1.1947 | - |
| 0.9613 | 41325 | 1.5851 | - |
| 0.9619 | 41350 | 1.7605 | - |
| 0.9625 | 41375 | 1.029 | - |
| 0.9631 | 41400 | 1.4512 | - |
| 0.9636 | 41425 | 1.5895 | - |
| 0.9642 | 41450 | 2.0218 | - |
| 0.9648 | 41475 | 1.9469 | - |
| 0.9654 | 41500 | 0.8635 | - |
| 0.9660 | 41525 | 1.801 | - |
| 0.9665 | 41550 | 1.0313 | - |
| 0.9671 | 41575 | 1.3974 | - |
| 0.9677 | 41600 | 1.3219 | - |
| 0.9683 | 41625 | 1.7 | - |
| 0.9689 | 41650 | 1.0434 | - |
| 0.9695 | 41675 | 1.5886 | - |
| 0.9700 | 41700 | 1.2756 | - |
| 0.9706 | 41725 | 1.0569 | - |
| 0.9712 | 41750 | 0.6881 | - |
| 0.9718 | 41775 | 1.6018 | - |
| 0.9724 | 41800 | 1.4435 | - |
| 0.9729 | 41825 | 1.4117 | - |
| 0.9735 | 41850 | 0.9524 | - |
| 0.9741 | 41875 | 1.313 | - |
| 0.9747 | 41900 | 1.0004 | - |
| 0.9753 | 41925 | 1.6193 | - |
| 0.9759 | 41950 | 1.0244 | - |
| 0.9764 | 41975 | 1.4078 | - |
| 0.9770 | 42000 | 1.3249 | - |
| 0.9776 | 42025 | 1.251 | - |
| 0.9782 | 42050 | 1.0317 | - |
| 0.9788 | 42075 | 1.157 | - |
| 0.9793 | 42100 | 0.9982 | - |
| 0.9799 | 42125 | 1.2298 | - |
| 0.9805 | 42150 | 1.598 | - |
| 0.9811 | 42175 | 1.6655 | - |
| 0.9817 | 42200 | 1.636 | - |
| 0.9823 | 42225 | 1.7143 | - |
| 0.9828 | 42250 | 1.158 | - |
| 0.9834 | 42275 | 1.8739 | - |
| 0.9840 | 42300 | 1.1857 | - |
| 0.9846 | 42325 | 1.2615 | - |
| 0.9852 | 42350 | 1.6873 | - |
| 0.9857 | 42375 | 1.7256 | - |
| 0.9863 | 42400 | 1.5977 | - |
| 0.9869 | 42425 | 1.2275 | - |
| 0.9875 | 42450 | 1.3608 | - |
| 0.9881 | 42475 | 1.9796 | - |
| 0.9886 | 42500 | 1.5517 | - |
| 0.9892 | 42525 | 1.6598 | - |
| 0.9898 | 42550 | 1.7512 | - |
| 0.9904 | 42575 | 1.5163 | - |
| 0.9910 | 42600 | 1.4948 | - |
| 0.9916 | 42625 | 1.5824 | - |
| 0.9921 | 42650 | 1.8274 | - |
| 0.9927 | 42675 | 1.6589 | - |
| 0.9933 | 42700 | 1.5308 | - |
| 0.9939 | 42725 | 1.5962 | - |
| 0.9945 | 42750 | 1.1402 | - |
| 0.9950 | 42775 | 1.2678 | - |
| 0.9956 | 42800 | 1.4709 | - |
| 0.9962 | 42825 | 1.8966 | - |
| 0.9968 | 42850 | 1.1954 | - |
| 0.9974 | 42875 | 1.1552 | - |
| 0.9980 | 42900 | 1.6191 | - |
| 0.9985 | 42925 | 2.0144 | - |
| 0.9991 | 42950 | 1.3357 | - |
| 0.9997 | 42975 | 1.8882 | - |
| -1 | -1 | - | 0.8703 |
Framework Versions
- Python: 3.10.12
- Sentence Transformers: 5.0.0
- Transformers: 4.53.0
- PyTorch: 2.6.0
- Accelerate: 1.8.1
- Datasets: 3.6.0
- Tokenizers: 0.21.2
Citation
BibTeX
Sentence Transformers
@inproceedings{reimers-2019-sentence-bert,
title = "Sentence-BERT: Sentence Embeddings using Siamese BERT-Networks",
author = "Reimers, Nils and Gurevych, Iryna",
booktitle = "Proceedings of the 2019 Conference on Empirical Methods in Natural Language Processing",
month = "11",
year = "2019",
publisher = "Association for Computational Linguistics",
url = "https://arxiv.org/abs/1908.10084",
}
CoSENTLoss
@online{kexuefm-8847,
title={CoSENT: A more efficient sentence vector scheme than Sentence-BERT},
author={Su Jianlin},
year={2022},
month={Jan},
url={https://kexue.fm/archives/8847},
}