Vogon Poetry, I

Vogon Poetry, I : Mystery My-Story



Back story: Mid September, 2012, I hadn't transferred yet and prof wanted "for example," which I only use if I think the reader slow, (sorry/notsorry) or primarily theoretical stuff, quacks am are ducks, for example, GO QUACK YOURSELF.

So I was in a job-success class mandated by state curriculum to graduate, it involves remembering what a resume is, and answering questions that arise when job hunting, then after the first week of questions, this happens. score 37/60:

Mr. Banks--You're almost finished with college. It is time to write and express yourself with that in mind. I want to see you use high-order thinking skills in your answers--not one-liners that simply touch the surface of the issue. Try to answer the Who, What, Where, When, Why, and How of the question wherever possible. THINK first, formulate your answer, then type it. 

Missed a comma or semicolon "yourself; with" and "think first," come now, words don't magically fill the page, I had to think to write those words. Not for nothing, I hadn't read that message. A week later, after round two of chapter-questions, this happens. score 18/30:

Again, I want to see evidence of your high-order thinking skills in these CIP questions. Answer the inherent questions of who, what, where, when, why, and how as you answer each one. Watch your spelling, grammar, and punctuation. You will soon graduate, so you need to be able to express yourself in writing. This is a big part of this class--seeing that you can express yourself in writing to prepare for the job market.

No need to put comma before 'so', all it does is show where the teacher had a mental lapse. Not for nothing, again, I didn't read the message. It, btw, is PROFOUNDLY inaccurate to the point where I died laughing and had to use a defibrillator. It is worth nothing that inherent questions may lead to assumption, the mother of all fuckups. A week later, without knowledge of what had transpired between the teacher and I, while I was unawares, after round three of chapter-questions this happens. score 35/50:

I need to see evidence of your high-order thinking skills.  In order to do this, your answers will probably be about 100 words long.  Answer the hidden questions of who, what, where, when, why, and how.  These questions will help you get to the depth I'm looking for.  Start at least one sentence with "For example, ..." which will clarify to the reader what you're explaining.

5W's, everybody says them in a different order. #caring. You meant, "to the depth, which I am seeking", fagamuffin. Not for nothing, save for curiosity, I (at this point) decided to check my grades. It is worth a jibe, "looking for", is a prepositional phrase, at the end of a sentence, leaving the reader queuing without inimical result. More importantly, the teacher put three times, "high-order thinking skills" leaving me to conclude, that if I were presumably receiving his/her messages, he/she was beating a dead horse. I THINK it's called, critical analysis, not "high-order" thinking skills. High order is nomenclature typically reserved for disciplines, and anyone who has devoted their lives to spirituality can tell you, discipline and activity are the same. 

When I had read that the teacher wants me to physically type "for example" I realized, that I should do as such, and ...perhaps I wrote too concisely.  I love the English language, I can write sarcasmisticalogitude and you all understand what I mean, or FOR EXAMPLE I can say, humans are dumb, FOR EXAMPLE, the political science majors who think they're English majors. Precision is key. It's why, when a socialist politician shouts to yell a lie that is obviously and overwhelmingly publicly disproved, I hate their souls, and the idiot liars are actually amazed that anyone knows they're lying, and, confused to how honest/logical people can be offended by lies.

(Note: Even I had to look up "high-order thinking skills" to realize it meant - Don't just answer the question, spend your fucking Saturday writing essay entries that belong in a bloody High School textbook called 'Critical Thinking: The Emotional Paradise.' then remit all your weapons to the police and survive eating the grass in your yard like people in the the third world, until you're hunted, let's hope it's not winter, yours truly, new and improved Soylent Green.)


Any fucking way, here's what I put as-is for assignment four in pure spite. There was an essay more-like-paragraph, which provided the precursory details of job seekers, which made imho it seem perfunctory. Notice the intentional errors and, Enjoy  :)

"1. How can a resume indicate whether an individual is organized, detailed, and professional?"

The resume is a burgeoning reflection of the individual who seeks employment in modern society, in previous cultures a number or societal rank later known as castes put strict parameters of what a person would professionally become, yet today a person venturing for a job must likely have a resume to provide a defining representation of the self which carries with it an aspect of aptitude and evidence. FOR EXAMPLE, if a prospective employer requires a resume than it is an absolute addition to professional development, but more so it must be presentable to give the proper inclination that the person providing the resume is also presentable. If the resume is nearly blank than it is perhaps possible that so is the applicant. If the contents of the resume are shown in humorous and difficult to read this absolutely creates an inference that the applicant is, though personable, much the same. Likewise, if the visual layout of the resume has no noticeable visual structure it portends disorganization; if the letter is physically damaged, dirty, wrinkled, etc., so that if seen on the sidewalk it would be deemed rubbish, so is the credibility of the job applicant.

A functional resume is curt and succinct, purposeful and exact, as to reveal more keenness with less encumbrance. When researching examples of resumes and seeking resume advice, common types to create are typically called; Chronological, Functional, Chrono-Functional, & Curriculum Vitae.

"2. How much weight should the appearance of a resume carry in the selection process?"

Prospective employers have time critical responsibilities as do the interviewers that will be viewing, a functioning resume allows the interviewer to spend a very brief period to ascertain the quality of the applicant, This allows the applicant's list of aptitudes and experiences to entice the employer into further examination and review, in other words, an interview, thus the relative "weight" is balanced. For example, a busy bodied hiring professional has been tasked to hire individuals within an uncontrollable time restriction, after researching the resumes of applicants and expunging vague and irrelevant applications, when the desired job seekers are filtered into the equation, interviews begin and the task of acquiring gainful employment is then shared with the job seeker. In this scenario, the resume can be compared to an item on a food menu, its information and description allows the employer/interviewer to choose which applicant will be interviewed, but the burden of approval is shared and relies on the presentation of the individual.

"3. Do you think Mike is being unfair to applicants who do not exhibit these skills through the appearances of their resumes?  Should Mike consider these individuals anyway?"

No; The skills Mike is attempting to cultivate from potential employees and theoretically utilize are in the purview of his expertise, if the specifics for employment requirements are known it is merely logical to use them as a delineating factor when filtering through resumes for desired worker replacements/additions. Ideally, Mike lives in a free market society where he is allowed to use discretion in the hiring process. If employee replacements are needed faster than they can be screened and hired it can be better to use an analytical sense of discretion to explore the potentials presented in the resumes of what seems to him the ideal candidates. It is possible that deeper examination and alleviated constraints of time allow a more thorough examination, and it is plausible that poor judgement and inept new employees may require him to do so. Also if he is interviewing people for high-demand position and there are few to take the job, the resume is as equally undervalued as it is relevant.

"4. If you have developed a resume, do you think your resume indicates that you are an organized, detailed, and professional individual?  If so, how?  If not, why not?"

A resume provides information as a microcosm of the individual submitting it. In the most simplistic discernment the resume reflects utmost to the person whom created it, but its relevance contains its relativity. For example. a person can submit an organized resume, but the information contained in it my not be, all the effort to put the tasks at a previous employer could be unprofessional or worse, irrelevant to a newly desired job. Providing full details of cigarette breaks and who was there may be organized and in chronological order yet completely irrelevant to an interview glossing over that person's resume.

This revolves around introspection, self-evaluation with evaluational skills obtained and designed in deference to culture and society, in other words, the ability to provide a good resume is based several factors of it's designer, primarily the objective opinion of their self and how it is presented to a prospective employer, in a fashion that is designed by personal knowledge attained by previous experiences in job seeking and resume submissions, and, plausible application of professional resume quality as learned from knowledge bases such as library books about writing resumes, previous and/or existing employers, HR staff members, and anyone who has successfully used a resume to attain gainful employment and can afford to tell you the truth. If I may resort to a political reference, in the professional market, it's not who you know, but what you know. Since the resume is the likely first method of how an employer interacts with a job seeker, whatever is applicable to providing credentials, if it's not on the resume, it doesn't apply.

The Names Have Been Changed To Protect The Innocent

Dialectic

Verily, it is what might not be the person strongest, neither the most valiant or the most decided. It can, which one equivocates many times, perhaps far too many, be that as it may, realize our wants when one has not, that our list of caprices be a large one, what one's paranoia augments day to day also. To the malice moments they are many, although the goodnesses supersedes. It may complicate how easy, what facilitates the difficult, and also may make any trip countless times on the same step, but have for surety that always one goes to rise.

For the sage, the diversity of things and events contradictions to our environ they are justly those different manifestations of the all, the unchanging reality. Then, to those diverse aspects of the divine ones, giving in life antique distinct names of various questions that themselves are not more that reflections of a unique ultimate reality, which so to speak, the destructive and creative forces they are two manifestations of this reality same. 

Mōdraniht

There are a mass of people that like to prefer the notion that competition is bad, such a coiled thought strikes with despotism. There are even more people whom, with very few facts and even fewer recognitions of true success, these alarmists and fascists like to generalize by saying that trickle-down economics does not work, and for them I have a question. If such is true, then why give money to government?

Without adoration, the union forms the love of itself, confusion is itself habitual.

Existence flies extricate, and many times I see how it stops some without having the possibility to continue, nor apprehend those desires, what years and years expelled behind themselves. A truly chaos is that which I see from eccentricity. I see the perfect portrait, of the significance of the word perdition. All greys, all-so dark, and the daft multitudes belittle the import. I see waves that are smashing between thee, and strong torrents that nay cease, and simply, I see a photo, which securely never painter that can paint, nor ever painter dares to put his signature. The photo difficult of comprehension, a photo very antique, and that which will be guarded intact many eras more. I see a-many people between paintings of this image suffocating and drowning, searching for salvation of a life agonized. In this darkness is very difficult distinguishing between friend and enemy, between good and evil. In this darkness it is easy to be lost and confusion is itself habitual.

Cataplasm?

HAPPY SOLSTICE! 

When we steer the imagination of a world negative, the world is dark and shadowed, and when that we do then modes positive, the world returns more friendly and brilliant. In a depression it seems that you had stolen the control of your imaginations, of your thoughts. Nay it is sadness, nor is dwelling for a loss, it is different, you are in a tunnel and someone has taken the light, feel how the darkness penetrates in thy soul and hope that not its power advances. Afterwards, the personae of eternalness yours insist in what brightness the sun and your thoughts.  

How is it that many will not see when one is without light, how is it that many give no account that one cannot?

Go, I

Hello, incomplete post in the "drafts" folder from Monday of 8 November 2010, we meet again....
  
          The generation of prankster comedy viewers would easily be enticed by visual samples, logo, and voice-over, more as to why, people who would even watch TV, they who appreciate that movie, respect the genre and desire to revisit the vicarious experience slash/and emotional reward of a happy ending with the opportune environment - fun for all, had by all, without getting hurt, plus the whimsical yet traditional happy ending, as oppose to the macabre negative reinforcement accompanying vindication of gruesome crime-fighters or justice for their victims. in a happy ending even the supporting characters get vindication, and the villain get's rain on their parade, even if their loyalties are ambiguous until discovered at the end by the afore mentioned outcome for the antagonist or their actions throughout the play. traitors of protagonist often switch sides on the antagonist's victory.....

Instrucciones de vida:
Que se diviertan. No Violencia. No rendirse. ¡Esfuércese!

Sleeping Dogs and Politicians

Accept or retake, your future. Quite quiet smoking. (electrillos)

 "Conservation law - Wikipedia: In physics, a conservation law states that a particular measurable property of an isolated physical system does not change as the system evolves. One particularly important physical result concerning conservation laws is Noether's theorem, which states that there is a one-to-one correspondence between conservation laws and differentiable symmetries of physical systems. For example, the conservation of energy follows from the time-invariance of physical systems, and the fact that physical systems behave the same regardless of how they are oriented in space gives rise to the conservation of angular momentum."

I. Nothing comes from nothing.  II. Im partially hoping either this is a nice way to support capitalism, or that momentum is mass. III. It would explain a few questions of molecular stability, and for me illumine a few fictional and theoretical possibilities. IV. I've met a few fanatical people calling themselves this "liberal" thing, phonogram of labeler, BTW, which seems to me at best to mean libertine, qed (thus also) making it easier to see why I could use a few political point reproofs, points reproof, wtfe. V. If mass is momentum then the perpetual engine is powerfully close in the habit of all science-fiction precursors, in a manner proverbial minutes with advancements in energy radio interconnecting filtration and transmission... eRIFT... you're welcome... so below is another excerpt on that, considering it's a conservation of energy at an atomic level it might-could be called cold fusion, brainstorm finality. VI. I've resorted in the past to thinking dichotomously, not a good thing typically, but sufficed to say unlike a sane person, I 'ave morals to control my emotions and not repress. VII. I'm guessing, but it seems for about a century people have taken a liking to artificial intelligence, having stumbled across illusions in imaginations spawning machinations to spurn delusions, it is their way. VIII. Of all the things I've loved and lost, I'll never know, I get moral anachronisms, and it is no uncommon notion that the most vociferous and liturgically verbose are quite locuros, I believe the technical term is lost and in its most effulgent theme being apprised of ethics goes unnoticed, sadness or happiness, needing a lot of facts, and in dispassionate misfortune overlooks need to satisfy wants, 'the squeaky wheel gets the oil' sorta things, which is why a leader should flourish facts. IX. This country needs a good (conservative) female president or a crazy son of a bitch, not a liberal whose objectivity contains personal motives and delusions of grandeur. X. That's why generations will be told 'no tax cuts, some petty beta had to get his rocks off'. XI. A politician has seen all laws appear of thin air, and as thus, has taught nothing. XII. I know this bores you to no-end, I'm trying to keep the persona non grata, ten out of five readers hate this part. XIII. Methinks, maybe, per se, that a good thing to realize is that there are two types of politicians, the ones who want to ban everything, and the ones who want to ban nothing, which there must be some form of compromise. XIV. Whether or not this becomes a matter of the heart, there are two declared types of government, Unitarian, and Republican, any place claiming to be either both or neither, is the most dangerous place one can ever reside. XV. King Lear said, "nothing can come of nothing: speak again," in scene 1 of his eponymous play by Shakespeare. XVI. This could be my last column of the year so, those are the breaks. 

"New device harvests electricity from background radiation | Mail Online: Device captures microwaves and converts them into electricity. Future versions could harvest satellite, sound or Wi-Fi signals. Technology could be used to recharge phones without cables or beam electricity to mountaintops....exciting possibilities such as recharging a phone wirelessly and providing power to remote locations that can't access conventional electricity, and the researchers say that their inexpensive invention is remarkably versatile. It could be used to capture 'lost' energy from a range of sources such as satellite transmissions, sound signals, or Wi-Fi."

Ex nihilo nihil fit. Damnatio memoriæ.

Merlin 3:35 “Strings of Hypocrisy”

Merlin 3:35 “Strings of Hypocrisy” 
~ @mjbanks

Merlin lighting fires allows brightness, confusion, and power for Ana who recklessly yearns so close to connect with Nickolas and enters the chaos. The ground dries near her, but the extended drought drinks from the sky with undeniable thirst, lightning would be her ally in light alone too strong to purposefully wield. Downpour mixes mud with crestfallen corpses, when she realizes the empty town is full of terrors, Ana hides her unborn child in the only place she feels safest, a shop with a swinging fascia reading ‘Alchemy & Oils’, where fire fueled by apothecary wares will utmost protect her. More than half of the town vampiric clings to unholy existence, but are more than inadequate against Merlin, Scarlet, Malachi, and Nickolas, in their formations, and as a small group enters where she hides she must confront.

One of them tries to bite her, grabbing her by her collar and opening fangs she grabs its hands and begins defensive flames, walking it backward toward the door causing the others to run in fear of her fire. Outside they run into the phoenix with open wings of unrelenting fire, cawing and clawing them and their ashes unto death.

In the doorway, Ana stands until grabbed clawed hands by one of Matteus’ comrades and fatedly Nickolas comes to her rescue, running at her and her captor. The vampire wraps his arm around her, holding a blade to her throat, but seeing Nick moves quickly between her and his approach, putting arms outward one blade point to her. Holding two daggers, one two Ana’s throat as vampire stands closely against her and the wall, the other at Nick.

Inscius: “If either of you move, you cut the other’s throat, now get back!”

Nickolas without blinking reaches to the vampire and pulls toward himself, cutting his own throat, but freeing Ana. Drawing the vampire closer he takes the other blade from him, but it is hot at touch and dropped as he takes the bloody dagger from his own chest. The vampire thirsting for the blood immortal to strengthen and conquer is denied by a cut throat and a pierced heart, even then Nickolas rages, taking the sheathed sword of the vampire and severing head on the ground. He tries to ask if Ana and child are safe, but cannot speak thru bloody cut throat, falling to his knees he struggles to be persistently pointing into the doorway, which Ana thru drags him to dauntless escape with blood trail. Ana throws a tiny bottle of oil at the featureless creature, and then with her magic makes it burn alive undead with fire’s pain unending. Before she can act, angered screams arise, in both parts from his resurrection and her of the vampires taking him for reclamation.

The phoenix forced to flight and fight elsewhere, Ana has not escape or ally, and uses her magic powers of fire on her closest foes to fend and follow Nick. Kept is she at bay protecting her child from attack, more so than considering herself deprived of an immortal, whom if even partially lucky, in due time, will find her again. She hides in shadows, fearing the light, maternally hiding her child. Using their strength in bloodlust, more vampires seek her for the blood of an unborn child, an evil and common desire of the undead, most imperial magistrate of sin. Again saved by Nick he escapes others and collides with the three hungering for her, as she escapes dragged he is into yet another fight.

Matteus, bound by puerile sensations, orders his dwindling amount of allies to spike Nickolas to the ground, as he and others prepare to find and attack Malachi when the blood warlock himself locks into eyes from distance, only to walk-out-of the picture down the street. Matteus thinks of himself near victorious, only to see Scarlet enter the street. Scarlet is winning his siege of two against now less than almost forty, and calls magnanimously into the night.

Lord Scarlet: “Kneel if you wish to live…”
Matteus: “Marcus, go around and throw something big, a table, at him, then I will kill him myself.”

Matteus in assumption begins to realize some of the other vampires, new and very old, have returned their allegiance to Scarlet in kneeling so.

Anders: “How says our danger that he come himself, we do not cross the elder.” (Kneels)
Matteus: “Damnedest fools, fight you must!”

Malachi has run via circle to behind them and stabs one in the throat from behind, then tearing the lifeless heart from vampire thru its back, the body falls and he holds it in his hand, forcing all but Matteus to suffocate and fall nearby. As a wrought black heart, woven for afterlife, becomes a heavy and course black ash.

Cloud cover thick soon the rain makes mud, Scarlet walks with the drops washing the blood, showing his face in the darkness of weather surrounding them. A long sword in his hand he watches less fearful allies of Matteus spearhead the isolation by tackling Malachi and allowing Matteus a chance at escape. Tho having skillfully used the weapons of enemies against themselves, this is the first that Malachi uses his own sword, throwing it into Matteus to slow his escape. The rebellion against the warlock, extricated by valiance into dying combatants, hack into Malachi, deep cuts like a bleeding tree he strains, desperate and striving in a pain of fear almost tiring. Lifting black magic ethereal as a highly contagious fire consumes his closest foe and soon others, and with so brightly makes anguish, they flee with Scarlet ever getting closer. Those who are not allegiant begin their escape from judgment, and Merlin watching from the shadows.

Matteus assumes reprieve, rebels resisting arrest come to battle, but they know not the new allegiances, too little, too late, before Matteus can enjoy his smile of pride, Scarlet stands beside him, hammering a knife into his chest, dragging it down thru raw bone and undead strength, enough to see his heart.

Scarlet: “A scene of death for traitor, lastly spoken, Matteus.”
Matteus: “I will submit again, you are my liege and law.”
Scarlet: “Am I to trust someone, whose proof of validity is pure bias?”
Matteus: “Healthy words for a sick man.”
Scarlet: “I hear your allies encircling us. Will they be able to save you?”
Scarlet reaches into Matteus’ chest.
Matteus: “We draw our hearts and only hope…vengeance is mine.”

Scarlet rips the heart from his chest, Matteus gasps and cringes taught contracting rigidly, as if his breath had been stolen, as he has owed death a life for ages, as his body begins to collapse the allies attack, Scarlet uses Matteus’ body as a shield and moves until he can run.

From rooftop, these late arrived allies watch in wait.

Dark energy from the warlock Malachi that burns the flying arrows that would harm him, the flash temporarily blinding the shooters, as the archers draw second arrows he sees their vantage and rushes toward their building, more arrowheads scatter at him running. Elsewhere archers trap Scarlet behind a wall, still holding the heart of Matteus. He takes a small jar and pours it onto the black heart, the heart begins to turn white and brittle, and as he crushes it in his hand, he inhales the white dust and black ash mixture. The archers watch Scarlet exit from hiding, shooting him with many arrows they watch each shatter and bounce from his skin or stick into his clothing.

Scarlet: “Wild hearts! I shall enjoy your macerations!”


















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Merlin 3:34 “Pyre & Procession"

Merlin 3:34 “Pyre & Procession”
~ @mjbanks

Outside the town, two riders approach a wall between the rocks from a trampled dry road among the dry landscape, wearing hoods and lying sick as they ride thrown on their horses, large leather cloaks mask them from the daylight. One of them lowers his leather gauntlet-glove along the side of the horse within shadow, to crumble a large crystalline salt stone, moments later the rolling clouds become a tolling thunder in the distance, the sky begins becoming evening and the men of bellum reveal themselves as Lord Scarlet and Malachi.

As the clouds solidify darkness they remove their hoods and dismount, antebellum magic stirs new thunder, inferred attack becomes when the evening scouts of the vampire encampment see Scarlet. He stands in the road checking his straps and passing his hands over his vestments counting his knives, they each cut their horses in the throats and cup a handful of blood and drink, a vampire rite of war, the horses seem almost calm and prepared for internecine.

Scarlet and Malachi dip clean fingers in bloody palm and adorn themselves with stripes of blood as war paint, they walk to the doors to hear them lock. Nickolas runs along the spines of rooftops, the growing shadows and coming storm begin to afford vampiric predators ever closer to him, his fortune runs short as he is struck by an arrow and eventually three more as others pass by him while he falls on pointed rooftop, pulling the arrows from his body while he falls. The hour of twilight is upon him as the sunset enraged burns a deeply acrimonious red submitting to the storm hour.

Scarlet: “Make me violence soon and loud, deferent parson, haste worth making, we’ve been made for the causes by these, our hopeful lost.”

Scarlet steps and Malachi approaches the doors of the wall between rocks, placing a diamond of jade on a lattice, waving his hand it begins to glow as he too removes, Scarlet shields only his eyes as the doors explode, the shrapnel wounds several within. They enter prepared, the crest divided still poises to fight until the end of time or the end of life divested.

Matteus: “Conquer them or die!”

A bow draws heavy and unleashes at Scarlet who grabs a makeshift shield to catch it, lowering to throw a blade into the archer’s throat with strong pitch, without pause, grabbing the sword from his back and begins to hack and hew and haw his insubordinates.

Pertinacity they see unequal combat from a great cold distance, the dark felons larger and arduously wit, Malachi seems to like the arrows piercing his armor, an explosive alchemy rune flies at the blood warlock, yet explosion bothers him little as he waves the nearing fire into subsiding. He approaches one of his brethren who attempts to summon black magic into a short sword, it burns rife with green fire, but before metal turns the black of ages, he must wield it against Malachi. He is unmatched as the warlock breaks weapons and arms to cut the vampiric throat, reaching around him to tear open the neck, with the other arm reaches into his ribs, and grabs his blackened dying heart to squeeze its final beats and blood, to drink from the fountain of its life.

Malachi: “Admonish a better introduction to death.”
Scarlet: “Look behind you!”

Malachi tosses the body with bloody hands and face and front, with such malice even Scarlet is set aback.

Eyes of whiteness darkened brightness higher sight of lower light ensorcell double visions for Merlin sensing proximity to Troy, and Ana, forthwith wit to the noise and the first fires in the fog, move closely toward the town as it begins to rain.

Merlin: “Ah, a city for these hills, as it rains it needs and I not. Lest are you partial to the rain, ought we to continue?”
Ana: “Better to be wet than wounded, but food for two of me and news from two of you.” (Looks at sky)
Merlin: “Can you make a battle in your midterm?”
Ana: “I will wait for greater fires or stay beyond the mist of war.”

Ana looks to the sky at Troy encircling, causing Merlin to notice, and phoenix-rider duo to land aside the forthcoming battle. Nickolas interned is giving into reincarnation, the lightning strikes and rain weakens as vampires hurry to climb slippery roof and breaking shingles beneath their clumsy haste. Between nearing thunders Nickolas flips to his back in some style of instinct, seeing phoenix above about to rescue him only to turn away as the arrows proliferate the free air space, so the newly resurrected slams a sword onto clay roof tiles and slides the other side of the roof away from his struggling pursuers.

After falling to the ground from roof edge, Nickolas wastes no time escaping the battle, sword in hand hiding behind shadows and slipping thru alleys, leaving many a foe to choose their fates, and when they cross him haste drives hate thrives waste to foe with blade thru major organs and throats to off again be.

Nick’s only way forward is to leave an alley and cross the open street, pausing and waiting and considering the noise, he runs into the lane only to be caught by Matteus in front of him and one lieutenant behind himself. Chaos anarchies twixt combined struggle and anent latched and grasping to kill each other, two against one, for at all times his blade is maim and striking foe one or both the other. Nick puts his sword thru the palm of the lieutenant and stabs it to Matteus’ chest, kicking the hilt into the first thus toppling both, yet they are without fail until Matteus, the rebel king, beheads the lieutenant with a misjudged swing.

An emasculated swathe and the latter become former, unfortunately thrown aside-upon his own blade, Matteus on knees with sword run-thru himself, staring at the blood and shoulders of his decapitated subordinate, as Nick continues to escape again. Fearing the result admixture of vampires and his own blood, Merlin also sneaks thru the blood war, as Matteus extracts the sword and rises again.

Malachi stalks the streets with fiery eyes until surrounded by several enemy kin, the blood of his blades burns until a magical red fog begins to fill the air as he ravages his pseudo betrayers, knifing seven one by one, the spell lifts as they fall poisoned by the red mist. Their open wounds, black edged and unsealing, only further contributing to their poisoning.

Malachi: “I grant thee disgust ye knew not in existence.”

The warlock Malachi walks into black smoke, of dire hatred contempt of joy and peace of these his brethren enemies.

Merlin finds Malachi in the street, Merlin puts a finger to his own lips to signify silence, he points to himself then to the left, he points to Malachi and to the right, and they nod their heads and follow those most separate paths.

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