The official set of dvds from the recent FCI World Championships is available for purchase. We understand that it contains 6 discs with 12 hours of agility, and the cost is 25 euros + shipping. It can be purchased via the FCI website.
DVD 5-6: Individual jumping and agility large for all the competitors, prizes and closing ceremony.
Found this very interesting from Susan Garrett's blog...Helen King on Structure Evaluation. Definitely worth a read.
My friend Penny and her Mom have been having some fun with homemade toys. Love this little video of a toy she made with a half gallon jug. Read more of the post and see the links to Fun-With-Dogs, the German site devoted to enhancing human-canine interaction that we've shared in the past.
Although I haven't seen any news from the AKC about this, we've been hearing a lot about handlers that formerly applied for an AKC ILP (Indefinite Listing Privilege) and were rejected are now automatically being signed up by the AKC for the PAL program, so that their 'mixed' breed dog can compete in companion events should hey choose to in the future.
Large dogs wishing to apply their Saturday and Sunday qualifying scores from the Nationals towards the AKC 2010 Agility World Team Tryouts must compete in the 26" jump height class.
Website is live for the IFCS World Agility Championships, scheduled for May 14th – 16th, 2010. The 5th IFCS World Agility Championships 2010 will be held at the Hand Equestrian Centre, Clevedon, North Somerset, United Kingdom.
The biggest news coming out of Cynosport this year is Roving Reporter Rickie Roo. Yes, Roo is a dog...interviewing other dogs at the USDAA World Championships. You can read his interviews in the news section of the USDAA website. What's up with that? A dog interviewing another dog? Is that a trend happening? BOL!!
Ok, seriously. Cynosport gets underway tomorrow.
Lots of events going on including: Agility, Flyball, Dock Jumping, Exhibitions and more.
Here's the running order for agility.
We expect results to be posted in the News Section of the USDAA Website.
Here's what else they say..."Subscribers to USDAA.com will have free live stream available. Due to storage and other associated costs, there will be a charge for on-demand viewing. For everyone else, there will be a nominal charge per event or for the package, which will include 30 day on-demand viewing following the event. Details are expected to be posted on Wednesday, November 11th.
And we'll leave you with....Autumn Tricks from Silvia Trkman.
Hi Johann! I was just thinking today, "I wonder if Johann will do one of his around the agility blog-o-spheres to let us know about the USDAA Nationals?" and you did! Thanks for the links and the info! Also we loved Penny's mom's milk jug idea! Very cute and fun!
Glad you liked the toy! Have you noticed that Clean Run are doing another offer of free world-side shipping? I'm buying two Nona Ottosson toys!!
we are updating as much as we can with usdaa nationals results and coursemaps. check our facebook and twitter accounts under doghousearts!
Thanks for sharing the toy Penny.
Ellen - I was wondering if they are going from the most recent submissions backwards, because I've read it seems to be going in phases, or wondering if there is some type of cut off, one year, two years...Guess time will tell.


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Pennsylvania car accident causes death and personal injuries
by Shollenberger Januzzi & Wolfe, LLP | Sep 30, 2011 | Car Accidents
A Pennsylvania car accident ended with the loss of two lives and left two other young passengers injured.
The car accident occurred in South Middleton Township in Cumberland County. The driver of a Volkswagen GTI was a 20-year-old woman from Newville. Three other people were passengers in the car and all of the occupants in the car were from Cumberland County.
Investigators believe that speed was to blame for the deadly crash. According to the Pennsylvania State Police, the speed limit in the area is 35 mph. Authorities did not report how fast they believe she was driving before this crash, but police believe that the driver was traveling much faster than the posted speed limit. This is because the driver was unable to maneuver her car at a curve in the road and ended up striking a tree. In addition, the level of destruction to the car indicates that the car hit the tree at a high rate of speed.
The driver of the vehicle died as a result of the crash. Her front-seat passenger, a 21-year-old man from Carlisle, also died at the scene of the car accident.
There were also two passengers seated in the backseat of the car, a 20-year-old male and a 19-year-old female. Both were transported to Penn State Hershey Medical Center to be treated for their injuries.
Whenever someone dies or is injured in a car accident, family members will want answers as to why the car accident occurred. Determining who is responsible for a car crash can help bring closure, as well as provide an opportunity to hold a negligent driver accountable for their actions.
In this case, the families of the deceased passenger and of the two hospitalized injured victims will need to wait for the final determination of the investigation into why this accident occurred. At this point, it appears that the driver's negligence caused the crash. If so, this needless loss of life and the injuries sustained by the back seat passengers could have been prevented. If such is the case, the family members may have claims for wrongful death and personal injuries against the estate of the deceased driver.
Source: WGAL.com, "2 Killed, 2 Hospitalized In Cumberland County Crash," Sept. 21, 2011

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Q: Video call using PJSUA I'm using pjsua to create a video call from a monitor to a phone. I'm able to establish an audio call without problem, but if I try to establish a video call (vid_cnt=1), I'm getting an error.
My purpose is to get and save the audio and video of the phone.
This is my configuration:
void hard_account_config(pjsua_acc_config& acc_cfg, pjsua_transport_id transport_tcp) {
    pjsua_acc_config_default(&acc_cfg);

    acc_cfg.ka_interval = 15;

    // VIDEO
    acc_cfg.vid_in_auto_show = PJ_TRUE;
    acc_cfg.vid_out_auto_transmit = PJ_TRUE;
    acc_cfg.vid_cap_dev = VideoCaptureDeviceId();
        acc_cfg.vid_wnd_flags = PJMEDIA_VID_DEV_WND_BORDER | PJMEDIA_VID_DEV_WND_RESIZABLE;

    acc_cfg.reg_timeout = 300;
    acc_cfg.use_srtp = PJMEDIA_SRTP_DISABLED;

    pjsua_srtp_opt_default(&acc_cfg.srtp_opt);

    acc_cfg.ice_cfg_use = PJSUA_ICE_CONFIG_USE_CUSTOM;
    acc_cfg.ice_cfg.enable_ice = PJ_FALSE;
    acc_cfg.allow_via_rewrite = PJ_FALSE;
    acc_cfg.allow_sdp_nat_rewrite = acc_cfg.allow_via_rewrite;
    acc_cfg.allow_contact_rewrite = acc_cfg.allow_via_rewrite ? 2 : PJ_FALSE;
    acc_cfg.publish_enabled = PJ_TRUE;

    acc_cfg.transport_id = transport_tcp;

    acc_cfg.cred_count = 1;
    acc_cfg.cred_info[0].username = pj_string(USER);
    acc_cfg.cred_info[0].realm = pj_string("*");
    acc_cfg.cred_info[0].scheme = pj_string("Digest");
    acc_cfg.cred_info[0].data_type = PJSIP_CRED_DATA_PLAIN_PASSWD;
    acc_cfg.cred_info[0].data = pj_string(PASS);
}

Once registration is completed, I run the following code:
prn("=== Test Call ===");
pj_str_t uri = pj_string("sip:" + call_target + "@" + SERVER);

pjsua_call_id call_id;
pjsua_call_setting call_setting;
pjsua_call_setting_default(&call_setting);
call_setting.flag = 0;
call_setting.vid_cnt = PJMEDIA_HAS_VIDEO ? 1 : 0;

pjsua_msg_data msg_data;
pjsua_msg_data_init(&msg_data);
pj_status_t status = pjsua_call_make_call(acc_id, &uri, &call_setting, NULL, &msg_data, &call_id);
if (status != PJ_SUCCESS) {
    prn("Error trying: pjsua_call_make_call");
    return;
}

I know that PJMEDIA_HAS_VIDEO is equal to 1 on the conf_site.h and pjsua_call_make_call return PJ_SUCCESS.
I've seen that if I have headphones connected, there is no problem. But if I disconnect them, the following error is shown:
#pjsua_aud.c  ..Error retrieving default audio device parameters: Unable to find default audio device (PJMEDIA_EAUD_NODEFDEV) [status=420006]
If I connect the headphones, I enable the video and run my code, the following error is shown:
#pjsua_media.c  ......pjsua_vid_channel_update() failed for call_id 0 media 1: Unable to find default video device (PJMEDIA_EVID_NODEFDEV)
So, using PJSUA it is necessary to have audio and video devices on the monitor and phone? Should I create virtual ports if I don't have the devices?

A: You can use the following code to get a list of audio/video devices in PJSUA, which will most likely provide you with a loopback device (among others).
  pjmedia_aud_dev_info audio_device[64];
  unsigned int audio_device_cnt = 64;
  status = pjsua_enum_aud_devs(audio_device, &audio_device_cnt);
  printf("There are %d audio devices\n", audio_device_cnt);
  for (int i = 0; i < audio_device_cnt; i++) {
      printf("%d: %s\n", i, audio_device[i].name);
  }

  pjmedia_vid_dev_info video_device[64];
  unsigned int video_device_cnt = 64;
  status = pjsua_vid_enum_devs(video_device, &video_device_cnt);
  printf("There are %d video devices\n", video_device_cnt);
  for (int i = 0; i < video_device_cnt; i++) {
      printf("%d: %s\n", i, video_device[i].name);
  }

I have not personally tried capturing a loopback audio device but for video, PJSUA provides an internal colorbar generator (Colorbar generator in this list), which you can use.
Once you find the indices of loopback or dummy audio/video devices you want to use, you can set them by using
pjsua_set_snd_dev(<YOUR DUMMY CAPTURE DEVICE>, <YOUR DUMMY PLAYBACK DEVICE>);

acc_cfg.vid_cap_dev = <YOUR VIDEO CAPTURE DEVICE>;

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Theresa May pushes for Brexit delay as EU leaders urge Britain to come up with a plan
By Staff	The Associated Press
WATCH: Speaker says U.K government can't submit same Brexit deal to a vote
LONDON — Prime Minister Theresa May will ask the European Union to delay Brexit by at least three months after her plan to hold another vote this week on her twice-defeated divorce deal was thrown into disarray by a surprise intervention from the speaker of parliament.
Nearly three years after Britain voted to leave the EU, its departure is uncertain and European capitals are pressing May to spell out her next moves. Possible eventual outcomes still range from a long postponement, leaving with May's deal, a disruptive exit without a deal, or even another referendum.
Just 10 days before the March 29 exit date that May set two years ago — and two days before a crucial EU summit — she was on Tuesday writing to European Council President Donald Tusk to ask for a delay, her spokesman said.
WATCH: Brexit explained – what is causing the 'divorce' deadlock
It was not immediately clear how long a delay she would seek. She had warned parliament that if it did not ratify her deal, she would ask to delay Brexit beyond June 30, a step that Brexit's advocates fear would endanger the entire divorce.
Other EU member states were discussing two main options: a delay of two to three months, if May persuades them she can clinch a deal at home, or much longer if May accepts that radical reworking is needed.
The BBC's political editor, Laura Kuenssberg, said May would ask for an extension until June 30 — which could give her another chance to pass her deal — with the option of a delay of up to two years.
Brexit crisis
In a move that added to the sense of crisis in London, speaker John Bercow ruled on Monday that May's Brexit deal had to be substantially different to be voted on again by parliament.
Brexit Secretary Steve Barclay said a vote this week was now less likely, adding: "This is a moment of crisis for our country." But he indicated the government still planned a third vote.
READ MORE: No new Brexit votes on same old deal, U.K. parliament tells Theresa May
The EU's most powerful leader, German Chancellor Angela Merkel, warned the clock was running down, saying: "I will fight until the last minute of the time to March 29 for an orderly exit. We haven't got a lot of time for that."
Her foreign minister, Heiko Maas, said: "If more time is needed, it's always better to do another round than a no-deal Brexit."
Tusk and Irish Prime Minister Leo Varadkar agreed after talks that they must now "see what proposals emerge from London in advance of the European Council meeting in Brussels on Thursday."
If Britain left with no deal, it would quit the EU's 500 million-strong single market and customs union overnight, falling back on World Trade Organisation rules that could mean many import and export tariffs. It would face the prospect of manufacturing and financial market disruption, sharp economic contraction and border delays.
WATCH: British government votes to delay Brexit divorce
France said bluntly that a no-deal exit was possible.
"Grant an extension – what for? Time is not a solution, it's a method," said EU Affairs Minister Nathalie Loiseau. "If there is an objective and a strategy, it has to come from London."
An official in President Emmanuel Macron's office said a failure by parliament to vote on the deal and the absence of any credible alternative would push Britain along the path to 'no deal'.
However, most senior EU figures, while exasperated by Britain's dithering, have no appetite for pushing it out in 10 days' time without a deal.
Allies, investors puzzled
The crisis has left allies and investors puzzled by a country that for decades seemed a confident pillar of Western economic and political stability.
The 2016 referendum, which produced a 52-48 percent vote to leave, exposed deep divisions and has fueled soul-searching about everything from secession and immigration to capitalism and British identity.
And now Britons' patience with negotiations may be running out. In a Comres survey in the Telegraph, nearly half of respondents said Britain would ultimately thrive if it left without a deal.
WATCH: Theresa May loses another critical Brexit vote
The pressure to come up with legal or procedural changes means May is likely to get only one more chance to put her deal to a vote.
Bercow said his ruling, based on a convention dating back to 1604, did not prevent the government reshaping its proposition, or securing a vote in parliament to override his ruling.
Brexit Secretary Barclay said a change in context might be sufficient to meet Bercow's test.
Even before Bercow's intervention, May was having difficulty boosting support for her deal – which would set out to secure close trading ties with the EU while leaving its formal structures – after it was defeated by 230 votes on Jan. 15, and by 149 votes on March 12.
READ MORE: What happens next in the Brexit saga?
She needs to win over at least 75 lawmakers – dozens of rebels in her own Conservative Party, some Labour lawmakers, and the Northern Irish Democratic Unionist Party (DUP), which props up her minority government.
In addition to regulating the terms of departure, May's deal promises to take Britain out of the EU single market and customs union, common fisheries and farm policies and the jurisdiction of the European Court of Justice at the end of a status-quo period in which new trade arrangements would be agreed.
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Owari no Chronicle:Volume3 Chapter 11
From Baka-Tsuki
Revision as of 02:28, 3 November 2015 by 98.186.244.215 (talk) (typo fixes)
Chapter 11: Falling Sounds of Rain
In the rain
In a cage
In a lie
Kashima returned home through the rainy night.
However, he was not on the path back from his workplace and he was not alone.
He was returning from the supermarket where Natsu worked part time.
Natsu stood to his right with an umbrella and he held Harumi in his arm.
Harumi was held within a bucket bag meant to hold babies. The child was contained within the cylindrical cloth bag and a vertical strap wrapped around his back to hold her in front of his body.
It was meant for Natsu who had poor grip with her left hand, but Kashima currently had the strap around his neck. Harumi was asleep while wrapped in a towel inside the bucket bag.
Kashima held her and hummed as he walked, but Natsu's head was lowered and she seemed unenergetic.
When she opened her mouth while looking down, she spoke the same words in the same tone she had several times already.
"I'm… I'm really sorry."
"You don't have to apologize. Someone mistakenly took your umbrella is all."
"It still isn't acceptable. Not only did I not make it home in time for the head of the household, I had him come get me," she said decisively with her head lowered a bit.
Even in the dark, he could tell the movements of her white denim shirt lacked energy.
Kashima watched Natsu as she kept to the center of the umbrella and stared at the ground.
She looks like a scolded puppy, he thought.
A small smile appeared on his face just as Natsu turned toward him with a troubled look.
"That isn't acceptable, right?"
"Right, right. Now, which umbrella was taken?"
"I brought the cheap plastic one because I didn't want it to get stolen. …But I think someone thought it had been left behind."
"Maybe we should get one with a nametag."
"Oh, I know a store in Asakusa that makes excellent umbrellas. We could-…" She trailed off and shook her head. "We need to stick to our budget."
"Don't say that with such disappointment. You can spend a bit of money."
"I shouldn't. Also, my parents always go to that store."
"I see," said Kashima with a nod.
He thought about pulling her toward him by the shoulders, but unfortunately, his hands were full.
As he lamented that fact, Natsu spoke up again.
"But how did you know I was still at the supermarket, Akio-san?"
"Well, to be honest, I was looking around everywhere."
"Hee hee. Were you worried?"
"Yeah," he said.
Natsu looked a bit surprised and Kashima was not entirely sure what to say.
"I was pretty worried. It's been a while since the front door didn't open when I got home."
"That hasn't happened since I was rushed to the hospital to give birth, has it? Sorry."
"Maybe we should carry cell phones."
"It might be useful for you, but I'm fine. And I have a bad habit of spending too much time on the phone. I think the charges would be ridiculous if I had a cell phone." Natsu smiled and looked toward their daughter. "She really is sleeping well. She never cries when you're around. Did you know that? It's like our family's great god Kashima gives us peace."
"You're part of the Kashima family now, too. I think it's when the two of us are together that Harumi doesn't cry."
Is that really something you respond to with a smile and your thanks? thought Kashima as he looked at her.
Something glittered at her neck. It was a ring hanging from a short silver chain.
He suddenly felt a tug on his right sleeve, the same arm holding the umbrella.
Natsu's left hand had grabbed the sleeve of his lab coat. The three fingers of that hand held on weakly.
She remained facing forward and her eyebrows were a bit relaxed, but she spoke.
"I really was happy when you came for me even when I didn't call for you." The ends of her eyebrows lowered. "You always come to save me."
"I…" began Kashima, but he could think of nothing to say.
Should he agree or disagree with her use of the word "save"?
He did not know which was the correct answer for her and which was the incorrect answer for himself.
…I just don't know.
His uncertain thoughts naturally produced silence. Natsu smiled a bit with the ends of her eyebrows still lowered.
And then Harumi's small body began to tremble in Kashima's arms.
The instant he stopped, they happened to be approaching an intersection.
And he saw a light to the right. It was a car's headlights.
It was turning their way as if scraping the inner corner.
Natsu dropped her umbrella in the rain.
Rain fell on UCAT headquarters which was disguised as a transportation administration building.
The spray striking the ground was visible from the first floor lobby.
Shinjou sat in the sofa by the window which was the optimal spot to view the rainy night.
Ooshiro sat on the other side of the sofa in a lab coat and they both watched the white rainy road jump up into the darkness.
"Spring is coming to an end. This is the rain of the changing season. Not long after the rain ends, it will be time for the farmers to plant rice."
Shinjou heard Ooshiro sigh.
The sigh sounded meaningful, so she turned from the window and looked at him.
"Why are you giving me a thumbs up, Ooshiro-san?"
"Well, Shinjou-kun. I hear you were alone in the men's locker room with Mikoto-kun."
"We didn't do anything inappropriate," she said almost too quickly. "There is a rumor spreading because of Diana-san, though."
"Oh, my." Ooshiro exaggeratedly covered his face with his hands. "When did you learn to snap back at me like that?"
"You don't have to wiggle around like that."
"You're no fun. You need to play along, Shinjou-kun."
"How about you go back to your room and play more of that game with girls in it? Was it called Osaka Nanba Street? You said you quit early from the shock of falling for a transvestite, right?"
"Wow, and now it's a cement-like opinion that exposes a secret!?"
Shinjou ignored him and looked out the window while resting her head on her hands. The window reflected the painting of the Virgin Mary on the opposite wall. She had thought seeing herself reflected below it while looking at the rain would make her look like a heroine from a novel or something. However…
"I just look sleepy…"
Shinjou heard Ooshiro sigh again.
Not again, she thought as she turned toward him.
He was sitting on the sofa and staring at her.
"Did you tell Mikoto-kun your lie?" he asked.
Shinjou slowly shook he head.
"But I told him Setsu and I both have the lie."
"I see." He nodded and once more said, "I see."
He said nothing more, so Shinjou tilted her head.
"I think you shouldn't ask me."
"Asking someone will give you the answer right away. Do you understand what I mean?"
"Yes, but isn't that why you ask people?"
"If you want, you can ask me here and I will give you a hint. But isn't Mikoto-kun thinking about your lie without asking anyone else for help?"
She thought on that. She thought again. She thought a third time. But…
"Yeah… He would never ask someone else."
"Are you telling me not to rush this?"
"You need to give him time to prepare. He needs to prepare to accept you."
She trembled a bit as she recalled what Sayama had said in the locker room.
…He wants to face me properly.
She placed the meaning of those words deep in her heart.
"Shinjou-kun, you can think alongside him. Even if your physical location and coordinates are different, you can think alongside him in time. You can decide what to do after that."
Shinjou nodded and Ooshiro sat shallowly in the sofa and spread his legs a bit.
"Sadame is the sister and Setsu is the brother… That idiot Itaru comes up with the most unnecessary things."
"But that name has always protected me."
"And it is why you are troubled now, isn't it? It sounds like more trouble than it's worth to me."
"D-don't act like you're not involved in this."
"But I'm not, not, not!"
"Ah, that really ticks me off!"
"Wa ha ha," laughed Ooshiro as he raised his right thumb and looked out the window.
The rain had grown more intense than before.
Shinjou saw his expression change for just an instant.
She tilted her head at that hint of harshness.
"Does the rain bring back some bad memory? Do you melt when it hits you?"
"What am I, a Youkai? …Anyway, do you remember the night eight years ago when there was a collapse three mountains over?"
"I…think I do. Wasn't that when everyone went out to help because it was an emergency, but you slept through it all and Itaru-san beat you up afterwards?"
"Y-you don't have to remember that second half."
"I don't remember much about the accident, but I do remember Itaru-san grabbing you by the collar and delivering a barrage of body blows while Sf-san made tea to the side. The cookies were good. As a child, I think the fun part left more of an impact than the disaster."
"You think it's fun that I had my ribs broken? My left side always starts to ache on rainy days like this."
Ooshiro's shoulders drooped and Shinjou apologized twice.
"It was a horrible collapse, wasn't it?" she continued. "Wasn't a bus heading into the mountains caught in the collapse?"
"Yes. The only passenger was badly injured. She was a college student on her way to view some relics from the Jomon period that were being excavated in the mountains. At least I think that's what Itaru said."
"What happened to her?"
"Broken glass injured her left hand pretty badly. But the worst part was that the mud trapped her in the bus. She couldn't move at all and was stuck with the rain hitting her for about two hours. I heard she couldn't go out on rainy days anymore and that she dropped out of college."
Shinjou realized her expression changed as she listened. The ends of her eyebrows lowered and she tried to say something, but Ooshiro spoke before she could.
"What would you think if I told you UCAT was actually responsible for that collapse?"
"At the time, UCAT was being reorganized. The development department was almost completely switched out, so they had to get the hang of things. As that department is primarily made up of 2nd-Gear people, they were investigating Susaou which had sealed Yamata, 2nd-Gear's Concept Core. But when they saw the damage to Susaou's bridge, they realized there was nothing to gain."
"A-and what happened then?"
"2nd-Gear is full of engineers, so they began researching powerful concept weapons. …At the time, we were already assuming we would be fighting concept weapons powered by Concept Cores. They wanted to create a weapon as powerful as Izumo-kun's and Kazami-kun's." He took a breath. "And their testing ground was…"
"Y-you don't mean…"
"Yes, the site of that accident. 2nd-Gear had created a prototype Cowling Sword made up of only the necessary parts, but the tester couldn't control the power and sliced the mountain. It had probably already been softened a bit by the rain, but that would still require as much power as the second form of Izumo-kun's V-Sw."
Shinjou gulped.
That man named Atsuta had not seemed afraid of Izumo and Kazami at all.
…They're aiming to make weapons like the ones those two have.
"B-but UCAT wasn't blamed for it, were they?"
"No. It was an accident and we're an organization the public can't know about. All we can do is provide indirect financial support."
"Th-that isn't what I meant." Shinjou stood up without thinking. "Did you ever make up for what you did?"
"That's a good question." Ooshiro tilted his head. "But after that, 2nd-Gear's concept weapon research focused on usability rather than power. V-Sw, G-Sp2, and your Ex-St are exceptions. Also, the engineer who caused the accident stopped developing weapons and instead researched output control. And…"
"The woman injured in the accident was apparently an acquaintance of his from college and they married after the accident. According to Director Tsukuyomi, he hasn't told her about UCAT, but they had their first child this year."
"So he took responsibility for the accident?"
"Responsibility? What responsibility?" asked Ooshiro. "He can't tell her about UCAT, so she still doesn't know the truth about the accident. Do you see any responsibility there?"
Shinjou started to say something, but Ooshiro raised his hands and said "calm down".
She then realized she was oddly stuck on this topic.
…It's because we're similar.
She was lying and revealing the truth could hurt Sayama.
That engineer was lying and he continued to live with the victim without revealing the truth.
She remained silent with a hand on her mouth and Ooshiro sighed.
"I think Mikoto-kun would have this to say: he is trying to make up for his crime, but isn't he simply prolonging it?"
Shinjou was not so sure. She wondered what she would do in his place.
…Wait. Is that engineer…?
"Who is this engineer?"
"Kashima Akio."
She knew him and Ooshiro nodded to affirm it.
"You met him in the cafeteria, didn't you? He is 2nd-Gear's negotiator."
Shinjou suddenly felt strength leave her legs and she sat limply on the sofa.
In the cafeteria, she had asked him if he was lying about something.
…He is continuing to lie for the sake of someone he cares about.
He had remained by her side for so long while hiding the fact that he hurt her.
That was his decision. And…
She could tell her face had grown pale.
She saw Ooshiro nod.
"Duty and humanity. It is very like 2nd-Gear and very like Japan. It's a tricky thing, Shinjou-kun. 2nd-Gear is the world of Japanese mythology, but did you know there are two contrasting heroes in that mythology?"
"Susanoo and Yamato Takeru, right?"
"Yes." Ooshiro smiled and nodded. "Japanese mythology can be very deep. One hero was hated for being violent, but he lived an honest life. Another hero was praised for being beautiful, but he lived a life of lies. However…"
"However?"
"After Susanoo became a hero, he continued his life as Storm God Susanoo. Yamato Takeru on the other hand was originally named Ousu, but when he destroyed Kumaso, he was given the name Takeru by Kumaso Takeru. …You can think of that as the distinction between them."
Those words surprised Shinjou.
But after she thought for a moment, she nodded.
Thoughts of those two heroes of the past raced through her mind.
One hero stuck with his own methods and lived without changing his name while the other hero changed.
What if the two of them met?
As that idea entered her head, she felt as if she could not see. She could hear the rain as white noise, but Ooshiro's voice suddenly cut in.
"Anyway, it is time to go home for today. You can have Sf-kun bring out the car to take you where you belong."
Kashima listened to the rain in the darkness of the night.
He could feel the breathing of his young daughter in his left arm and he could feel the rain striking the umbrella in his right hand.
And he could feel the pulse and trembling of a woman in his right arm.
It was Natsu.
When the headlights had approached, he had pulled her close with the arm holding the umbrella.
She was now clinging to him from within his arm.
The car had passed with no sign of noticing them and he could not even hear it any longer.
But Natsu was still clinging to him so close he could feel her pulse.
Kashima squeezed with his right arm to put her at ease.
But she did not calm down even in his embrace.
"Nn…" she groaned and clung to him even tighter.
It was as if his embrace had given her permission to approach him further.
Her right hand wrapped around his left arm which held their child.
Her left hand grabbed at the back of his lab coat as if scratching at it, let go, and then grabbed a different spot.
She repeated the clumsy action again and again, but she did not stop.
With the weak grip of that hand, she must not have felt she was gripping tight enough.
Kashima was holding both the umbrella and their child, so he could not hold her hand.
"I hate the rain…" said Natsu suddenly.
Kashima was a bit surprised to hear her trembling voice spoken into his chest.
"Natsu-san."
"I hate it…"
She began to cry.
The way she trembled, clung to him, and looked down toward the ground looked just like a child. He bent down to bring his head closer to hers.
"You don't like it, do you?"
Natsu shook her head, breathe in, and scratched harder with her left hand on his back.
"Akio-san…"
"I'm here. So is Harumi."
Kashima looked around for Natsu's umbrella.
The red umbrella had been blown away by the car, so it had rolled into the middle of the road.
The streetlights illuminated its silhouette. It was lying upside down and its round form had collapsed. Two or three rods of the frame had broken, so it was useless.
This isn't good, he thought.
They had only one umbrella and he could not let the rain hit Natsu or Harumi.
Natsu's shoulders trembled and they rose and fell with her breathing.
Had she calmed down a bit?
As he leaned over, the cold rain soaked his back. That chill was the complete opposite of the warmth coming from the two lives in his arms.
…This is my responsibility.
He would give them what they wanted.
If they were at peace, he would leave them be. If they were trembling, he would stop it.
He recalled that rainy day eight years before.
…I underestimated my own power.
That had led to a certain instant back then and what lay before his eyes now.
For an instant, he had been drunk on his own destructive power, but that had quickly changed to panic when he realized what he had done.
It had taken hours for help to arrive through the rain.
When he had dug through the mud, he had found the incomplete hand of his old classmate.
He could not hold that hand now, so he called out to her.
Back then, he had called her family name from their time in college.
He had used the name "Takagi" which was a common surname in Tokyo.
But now that they had the same surname, he used her given name.
…She does not know the truth.
…She does not know about UCAT.
She slowly raised her head.
…She does not know about 2nd-Gear.
She was still crying.
…She does not know about me.
He nodded and loosened his embrace around her.
She trembled and he held Harumi out toward her.
…I will do anything for her.
She looked back and forth between him and Harumi, nodded, and chose Harumi.
She supported the bucket bag with her right hand and he removed the strap from around his neck.
She attached the strap around her own neck and wrapped her arm around Harumi and the bag.
Harumi opened her eyes and looked up at Natsu's teary eyes.
"Ah," said Harumi with a smile.
Natsu finally smiled within Kashima's arm.
She gently moved Harumi up and down to settle the baby's breathing.
"Ah," said Harumi again.
She went on to make several light laughs that sounded similar to "ah" or "hyah".
Natsu looked down at Harumi and nodded.
"What a good girl," she said with a sigh.
She was back to normal.
…Except for the flush in her cheeks and the dampness in the corners of her eyes.
With that thought, Kashima took a mental sigh of relief.
"I'm going to grab the other umbrella and head home. Can you continue on ahead?" he asked.
Natsu looked up at his face and the umbrella held above their heads.
"When you lean over to match my height, your back sticks out." She suddenly realized something. "Y-your back is already wet."
"But I can't have the rain hitting you or Harumi."
"Thank you. B-but I can't have the rain hitting the head of the household."
Natsu looked troubled, but she soon crouched down while holding Harumi and looked up at him.
"Do you want me to carry you?"
She blushed but did not deny it.
She was quite a troublesome wife, but Kashima did as she wished.
He blushed too, but he had enough of an excuse to do this.
He had decided he would do anything for those two.
Kashima crouched down with the umbrella in his right hand and wrapped both arms under Natsu's back and butt while she held Harumi.
And he picked her up.
"Kyah."
She was light. He had thought that before. He had happily done this during their wedding and when she was pregnant with Harumi.
Back then, he had held her in his arms and realized how light she was and how important she was to him.
She was like a bouquet of flowers.
The umbrella in his right hand covered the sky above their heads and protected all three of them from the rain.
The bigger of the two held against his chest smiled and spoke.
"We should have brought the video camera. We won't be able to do this once Haru-chan grows up."
"I'd be too embarrassed."
"Don't worry. No one but us would watch it."
"I suppose so," he said with a nod.
Now they only had to hurry. Once he had Natsu reach out and pick up the other umbrella, it was only about three hundred meters to their home. His arms would last that long.
He began to walk with two smiles in his arms.
He looked back at them with a smile of his own and he thought to himself.
He thought about the Leviathan Road.
…Should I be involved in it?
In the cafeteria, Atsuta had said it looked like he had already made up his mind.
Atsuta may have been right.
While listening to the rain, he thought back to that accident and to his own power which had created the sword that caused it.
That was his true power.
…That is the power I need to deny.
But Kashima had another thought as he gave an inward sigh.
…Why can't I forget about that power?
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For my 13th birthday party, I wanted to do something very special. This will be my first birthday that I spend with my friends here in Michigan (I moved last summer), and will also be my first house party. We will be having the party in my backyard, which is considerably large. Since my birthday is in August, it will be nice and hot out. I am planning on inviting 10-12 people, as I only want my good friends there. Smaller parties are also often more fun than larger ones because you get to spend time with everyone. I have spent hours and hours reading this site and others to try and figure out what theme I want for my party. I hope the following information helps you in planning your special day!
Theme: The theme I have decided on for my party is a candy/sweets theme. I have not passed this by my dad yet, but I'm sure he won't mind. Every good party has a theme, and I decided this theme was good. I didn't want a traditional beach party or something like that.
Invitations: For my invitations, my dad had the idea to make a video of myself explaining the details of the party! It is very inexpenisve and easy to do. All you need is a camera, which most families have, blank c.d.'s, and a computer. Record yourself explaining the details of your party with a camcorder. Then, use a computer to edit the "invitation" (if needed) and burn it to the c.d.'s. I recommend making it a QuickTime file, because all computers come with it already on them. To go with the candy theme, I am also giving the guest a candy bar as an invitation. However, I am going to remove the outer wrapper (leaving the foil) and create my own outer wrapper with the details using the computer! Another very cool and inexpensive idea.
Decorations: Since I will be busy planning my party, my mom will most likely be doing decorations. Simplicity is key. Simple balloons are wonderful. Just fill balloons of your favorite colors (mine are PINK PINK and PINK!!! I also like yellow, orange, green, anything bright and fun) with helium and tie them to trees if outside, or if inside just let them go to the celing. I will also probably get some maylar balloons that look like candy to decorate. On the buffet tables (see food) and other tables, use the same color tablecloths as balloons. Get a mix of cheaper candy to sprinkle over the tables as confetti. Other than that, add your own special touches to make your party your own.
Food: My party will most likely be afternoon/night. We will be ordering pizza, of course. Food ideas for the anytime buffet table are different kinds of chips and dip, brownies, cookies, bottles/ cans of water and soda or juice, CANDY of course, and any other fun things you can think of. Food doesn't have to be a huge issue, it's more about the people than the food of course. As long as there is food that your friends will eat, you're set. Your cake should be whatever YOU want, don't worry about you friends.
Fun/Games: Most likely my dad, who has worked on and off in his spare time as a D.J. for over 20 years, will be playing music through big speakers for my party so we can annoy the whole neighborhood (haha). I will probably get together with my two best friends, Katie and Olivia, before the party to download any songs that I don't have that are popular and necessary for a good party. So, there will be music, which leads to dancing. When my guests enter, there will also be a jar of candy, where guests have to guess how many candies are in the jar. The winner gets the jar of candy.
Another fun and spontaneous thing to do is WATER BALLOONS!! I will have a ton of water balloons ready before the party that no one will know about. During the party, when one of my guy friends who I am inviting (who I happen to like) is busy talking to someone, I will pop a water balloon right above his head. It is a hilarious thing to do, and gets everyone laughing and having fun! You can always come up with your own ideas too. Since I have a basketball hoop on my garage, my friends (probably guys) will start a basketball game. Let people do whatever (approved by your parents of course) they want to keep themselves busy and having fun!!
Parting Gifts: Again, one of my mom's specialties. My gift bags will definitely be extravegant because my mom loves to do them. Whatever you do, just put in things that you and your friends like. Doesn't matter what it is, just do something so they can remember the party.
Extra Miscellanious: Remember to be nice about the gifts you receive and thank each and every person by making a custom thank you card for each person. Also, put out a few disposable cameras and let guests know that they should take pictures so you can have memories of you party. Also, buy a blank scrapbook/notepad and decorate the cover according to your theme. Then have everyone sign it and write you a little message at the end of the party! Cost: This party is a little pricy. The invitations will probably cost about $20.00. The decorations will cost about $50.00-$100.00. The food will cost about $100.00 for pizza, and $50.00-$75.00 for everything else. The fun/games will run around $50.00-$75.00, since my dad can D.J. and can get the equipment for free. My gift bags will probably cost $150.00. The total cost of my party will probably be about $400.00, but yours doesn't have to be that expensive. I hope my plans helped you to plan your party!!


This is a touchy subject, especially among women. As women, we are often encouraged to follow a diet low in fat. But fats are an important part of a healthy diet and help our body function properly.
Some healthy sources of fat are avocados, eggs, nuts and seeds and their butters, olive oil, flax seed oil, coconut oil, and fish oil.
For example, have a snack of fruit and nuts, or fruit and nut butter. Another great idea is wholegrain toast with avocado.
Healthy Habit: Enjoy some healthy fats every day.


A complex swirl of emotions, moral and legal questions drive the nation's debate on immigration and the presence of more than 10 million undocumented people in the United States.
A sister from Texas who was publicly thanked by Pope Francis in 2015 for her immigration work will appear on a panel discussing immigration April 9 at Pax Christi in Eden Prairie.
Alejandra Chavez Rivas, 29, knows the ups and downs of immigration rules.
The Catholic Church in the United States is living through two storms, a U.S. cardinal observed. He said there is the policy of "zero tolerance" toward undocumented immigrants, which has plunged communities into fear, and the Holy Spirit working "like a hurricane" to smash structures of clericalism through the current clergy sexual abuse crisis.
In less than 48 hours, a group of Catholic bishops saw the faces of triumph and relief from migrants who had been recently released by immigration authorities, but ended their two-day journey to the border with a more "somber" experience, visiting detained migrant children living temporarily within the walls of a converted Walmart.
Some had been on the road for weeks, others for days, and some entered looking haggard and sunburned with little more than the clothes they were wearing, some holding the hands of their children as a group of Catholic bishops joined a chorus of hands applauding in welcome.
The proposal, which had been called a "compromise" bill by Republicans, would have provided some respite to youth brought to the country illegally as minors, as well as some $25 million in funding for part of a wall along the border with Mexico, which President Donald Trump desperately wants.


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Oprah's Roots Are Showing Next Week
Check your local listings for Oprah's Roots, An African American Lives Special, scheduled to premiere Jan. 24 on PBS. You can watch a promo by clicking the link above.
The program features a wealth of previously unseen material, including portions of Professor Gates' original African American Lives interview with Winfrey and new revelations about her family history.
"Our first African American Lives series made for riveting viewing and was a life-changing experience for each of the participants, myself included," says Gates, Alphonse Fletcher University Professor and Director of the W.E.B. Du Bois Institute for African and African American Research at Harvard University. "Now, with an in-depth focus exclusively on my friend Oprah Winfrey, we bring to life in even greater detail the remarkably rich and always inspiring stories of her ancestors." [Link]
Didn't any of her ancestors have uninspiring stories?
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Unable to Feed, Man Tries to Sell Son, Daughter for N350,000 in Calabar
April 24, 2019 emmanuelNewsNo Comment on Unable to Feed, Man Tries to Sell Son, Daughter for N350,000 in Calabar
In a heart-wrenching story of the ravages of poverty, a 30-year-old man, Edet Essien Inyang, has been arrested for attempting to sell two of his children in Calabar, Cross River State.
Inyang took his two children – a male and female – to Murray Street where he sought for buyers to enable him to raise money for food.
The suspect revealed that the money from the sales would save him from the poverty he was going through.
Speaking on the gut-wrenching story, a witness, who gave his name as Clement Ekem said:
"He came here with the children and asked after one rich man on this street and when he did not see the man, we asked him, what he was looking, he said he was looking for someone to buy his two children.
"The man said the male child is N200, 000 and the female N150,000"
Ekem said adding that himself and others were taken aback by what the man said, and tried to stop him from taking the children elsewhere to sell.
"We had to delay him while making effort to contact the police at Atakpa Police Station which is close-by and the Police, immediately sent a team to arrest the suspect.
"He said he is from Akwa Ibom State but resides in Usung Inyang which is in Odukpani Local Government Area of Cross River State".
The police have reportedly taken over the matter.
Calabar, Child abuse, Poverty
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EBS Meets Heightened Demand for Educational Streaming with AJA HELO
As schools worldwide have temporarily closed campuses in response to the COVID-19 pandemic, the demand for distance learning programming across media channels has exploded. In Korea, the local Educational Broadcasting System (EBS), responsible for delivering informative and educational content to the public, has quickly transformed into the new digital classroom, accelerating the output of its instructional programming video for K-12 students across the region. The organization is making its content accessible to local children daily from 9am-12pm on the EBS Learning YouTube Channel to give students the tools they need to remain engaged, inspired and educated until public schooling resumes. Each live stream is powered by an AJA HELO H.264 streaming and recording device.
Affiliated with the Korean Broadcasting System (KBS), EBS runs two terrestrial and four cable stations using four large studios and 16 e-learning studios. It's used AJA HELOs to support YouTube streaming since 2019, so when the time came to upgrade its facility in early 2020, EBS' positive experience with the unit prompted it to invest in additional HELOs. Having benefited from the device's reliability and high-quality video, EBS expanded its HELO integration to ten of its e-learning studios to support live streaming to its website and YouTube. In each studio sits a SONY PMW-EX3 camera with a wireless micro mux connected to an AJA HELO, which is used to quickly and easily stream live camera feeds to YouTube.
"We've been using AJA HELO since 2019 and it's been really helpful for our broadcasting with its excellent features and quality. As EBS is a public service broadcasting station, we have to be fully dedicated to produce high quality programs and we must always pay the utmost attention in selecting the device and equipment," shared Mr. Suk Joong Kim, head engineer, EBS. "This time, we could adopt HELO again for our facility renovation without any hesitation as HELO is the most reliable product for us. We installed ten additional HELO units in our new e-learning studios. For the time being, EBS will strive to cover the deficiency of the school education system raised by the COVID19, by collaborating with the main domestic portals and IPTVs. Henceforth, EBS will continue to dedicate itself to the development of public education and support lifelong education in Korea."
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Maes Hughes
Zolf J. Kimblee
Kimblee/Roy
Blush Response
Title: Blush Response
Characters: Roy/Kimbley, cameo from Maes
Rating/warnings: NC-17. Kink, poor judgement, one-sided goofiness, Kimbley. Also, like every other Roy in Ishbal fic, hints of gore and angst.
Setting: Mangaverse, during the Ishbal Super-fun Beach Party of Annihilation.
Summary: Doesn't everyone need an entry in their sexual history marked "what the hell was I thinking?"
Note 1: drew an illustration for this fic for her own Roy/Kimbley fuh_q art entry. Please go and check out her smexy art!
Note 2: Thanks to for permission to use a particular dubious technique she gave Kimbley. Thanks to for the lightning beta and the joke.
Note 3: For those keeping track, this fits into my Wrong Turn 'verse. Oh yes.
Roy had all his best ideas at 2am. It had been late at night in his master's house when he'd had the sudden epiphany: his alchemy was for protecting people, so he should join the army. It had been late at night, too, when he'd scribbled wearable array could include some kind of friction pad for sparks? in his notebook. In the morning he'd realised he'd been so tired he hadn't even written it in code. It had been 2am the night he'd glanced at his old master's array and suddenly realised how doubling the circle could turn the fire array's precision from sledgehammer to scalpel.
And it was a moment late at night, on a deserted college playing field, when he snapped his fingers and aimed into the empty air, and finally became the weapon that his old master had dreamed.
He'd only been in the desert a week, and so far Roy was finding being at war wasn't quite what he'd been led to believe. For a start, it was a good deal smellier.
There was the sweat, of course. Everyone sweated appallingly in the heat. Garbage rotted fast, food left out was buzzing with flies in minutes. The smallest wound would go bad unless you cleaned it and covered it straight away. Corpses in your own territory had to be dealt with quickly. In the ruined streets, the enemy were left where they lay often enough.
Roy's foster mother had gone here on vacation once many years ago, when he was a child. Trust her to holiday somewhere where there could be a riot any minute. She'd brought him back a little clay whistle he'd kept on his windowsill, and a stack of photographs of bustling, sun-baked streets lined with whitewashed buildings, full of white-haired men and women talking, buying oranges, hurrying on with their days. Today he had stood in a street like that and ended an eighteen-hour skirmish in twenty seconds. The squad had been surrounded by the enemy — and then he had snapped, and rescued them in moments, and the greasy smoke had risen high into the air.
When he walked back into camp, Roy was so overheated he had to resist the urge to dunk his entire head in the water trough. Water first, then rations. When he got to the back of the line, the man standing there waved him ahead. Roy shook his head. Then the two soldiers in front did the same thing. "No, really," he said, somewhat confused. Then the soldier dishing out the ration trays looked Roy right in the eye and offered him some.
Roy suddenly got it. It was because he was a State Alchemist, wasn't it? Or because they'd heard about today? He felt suddenly uncomfortable, and didn't understand at all why. Roy liked officer's perks, in general.
"No, sir," said the rations guy. "Please." The soldiers in line urged him forward. He took his rations as quickly as he could and went to look for somewhere to sit. He hoped no one would get up to offer him a seat. That had happened yesterday. He wasn't sure why he didn't like that, either.
Of all the benches, only one had space. It was empty apart from a man with a ponytail. He was stripped down to his tank top and uniform trousers. The rest of his uniform was folded neatly on the seat next to him. He stared into the middle distance as he sipped from a tin mug. He had an odd air of meditative calm about him, strange and likeable. Roy automatically looked for a pocket watch. Yes, he was an alchemist.
"Do you mind if I sit here?" said Roy.
"Every man for himself," said the alchemist, with a little smile.
As he sat, the other alchemist put his mug on the table, and offered him a hand to shake. Roy glimpsed some kind of tattoo. He was trying to place the man now. After a week, he still hadn't met many of the State Alchemists already here.
"Crimson Lotus," said the man. His grip was firm and his hand was cool in Roy's. Roy raised his eyebrows in surprise before he could stop himself.
"Zolf Kimbley?" The man inclined his head. Roy shook his hand enthusiastically. "Roy Mustang, the Flame Alchemist."
"I know," said the other alchemist. "I've heard about you," he said. Roy blinked, and felt a little surge of pride. He'd only been qualified a couple of months. Kimbley was at the top of his field — but he was following Roy's work. Admittedly, it was a pretty small field. Combustion was difficult to work with.
"Of course, I know your work. I'm surprised we haven't bumped into each other before now," said Roy. "Hilda Mackintosh used to mention you a lot. And Colonel Schrieber."
"I'm on active duty most of the time," said Kimbley. "I don't spend much time in Central. My superiors are good to me, they always keep me busy." He smiled broadly, and Roy replied with a conversational laugh.
Kimbley looked far too clean for the desert. His tank top was pristine white, his skin pale apart from the light tan and freckles on his arms and shoulders. His hair was shiny and dark, held back with a tie at the nape of his neck. He must have showered and changed after his shift. Roy was suddenly very aware that he himself smelled like ass, that his hair was plastered to his forehead and he itched with sweat. Kimbley looked polished and debonair, almost as if he was standing in an officer's mess or a city bar, holding a wine glass instead of a tin mug. Professor Mackintosh had mentioned Kimbley was a charmer. Roy watched him quietly sipping his coffee. He was good-looking, very much so, in a sort of quirky, intellectual way. Roy normally preferred the athletic type when it came to men — but Kimbley seemed to have an aura about him, a sort of charisma.
"We must talk molecular theory some time," said Roy, greatly daring. "Of course, one's secrets are one's own, but I'd be interested to know where you stand on the pedesis debate."
"Theory is dry,"said Kimbley. "I'd much rather see a demonstration of your work." He was looking at the gloves Roy had shoved into his waistband with great interest. Roy dug them out and held them out to show Kimbley. The man reached over with both hands and examined the rough texture of the cloth, stroking it with his thumbs while his fingers folded under Roy's, a small, incidental touch. "It makes a spark, like a ferrocerrium flint, yes?" Kimbley's voice was a fascinated murmur. He was close enough for Roy to feel his breath. Roy nodded. "What a neat idea," Kimbley continued.
"Evening, you two," came a plummy bellow from behind Roy. Brigadier General Fessler. Roy turned and saluted him informally, repressing a sigh and feeling a little guilty that he had to do so. "Glad to see you getting acquainted. Flame, Captain Adams told me about today. You're making a fine start! Glad to have you with us, glad to have you." He clapped Roy on the back.
"Same here, sir," said Roy, not sure that he entirely meant it.
"Good work today, Crimson," said Fessler, moving around to clap Kimbley on the shoulder.
"Crimson Lotus," corrected Kimbley. Roy noticed that he didn't add sir. As Fessler moved on to his next victim, he flicked imaginary dust off his shoulder.
A fine start, Roy repeated to himself. Suddenly, he was far less in the mood for flirting over alchemical chit-chat.
Deserts got cold at night. As he sat at the deserted bench at 2am, Roy's skin still remembered the wretched, sweating heat of the day. He was holding a cigarette and sucking on it half-heartedly every so often. It was supposed to calm him down, but really the last thing he wanted was more smoke in his lungs. Mostly, it was so when the night watch walked past, he would look like he was doing something other than staring into space.
He wasn't thinking so much as he was ruminating, running the day's memories in his head over and over again, and trying to make them make sense. Was it just me?, he thought to himself. He didn't understand why he didn't understand. He was expecting real combat to be a shock to the system, but — the captain he'd rescued today had said to him, that's not combat, that's an act of god. He'd seen the bodies, he'd smelt them. Their grease still clung to his clothes. God? Roy had replied. I'm not sure I'm ready for the promotion.
When he saw someone in uniform walking towards him, Roy automatically took a draw on his cigarette before he looked up. It had, of course, gone out.
"Got a light?" said Kimbley.
Roy attempted suavity. He gestured for one of Kimbley's cigarettes, put it in his mouth next to his own and lit them both with a flick of his finger. Then he inhaled and tried really hard not to cough. He handed Kimbley's cigarette over to him.
"Thank you for the demonstration," said Kimbley. "Think you could light one when it's in my mouth?"
"Try me," said Roy. The honest answer would have been sure, if you don't mind losing your eyebrows.
Kimbley raised an eyebrow, and sat on the bench next to him.
They smoked without spoiling the quiet of the night. When Roy walked back to his tent, Kimbley walked with him, and he wasn't completely surprised to find that he followed him in.
They were alone. State Alchemist's perks: Roy had his own tent. It had seemed like a luxury at first, but Roy was starting to dislike the company of his own mind.
"What brought you out there?" asked Kimbley quietly. He pulled his pants up at the knee slightly when he sat, to keep the creases neat.
"Oh, you know," said Roy. "I wasn't asleep, and I felt like a smoke. You?"
"I like the quiet," said Kimbley. "So, what's really going on in your head?"
Roy surprised himself. He told him. About the day, and the street, and the greasy smoke, and what the captain had said to him. Kimbley just let him talk, staring at Roy steadily with calm, heavy-lidded eyes. When Roy had finally run out of words, Kimbley got up and walked over to him. He put a hand on Roy's upper arm.
"Listen," he said. "Your work is wonderful. Two days ago, I walked through a sector you'd cleared. There was nothing but scorched earth, yet the fire damage stopped at the border so precisely, you could see the line of it from a mile away, like a landmark. You joined the army — let me guess — to protect people from charmless chaos like this rebellion?" Roy nodded. "Well, you've been set a task that will achieve your goals, and that you can do more perfectly than nearly anyone. Isn't this good luck for you?"
Roy sighed, heavily. The touch of Kimbley's hand was a calming thing. His argument was completely logical — but there was something about it that Roy couldn't grasp, a jarring feeling É He wasn't thinking straight. It was good to talk to someone more experienced. "That's a new way to think of it," he said slowly.
"You don't sound enthusiastic," said Kimbley. Roy couldn't read his soft, neutral tone. "Do you want to leave?"
"I can't leave," said Roy. It felt like admitting that he might want to leave. Oh god, did he? "My comrades are depending on me to protect them. I can't just turn back now and leave them to it."
Kimbley smiled at him. "Good. I like determined people."
Roy smiled back. "Thank you," he said. "I feel a little clearer now." On the other hand, he'd just thoroughly embarrassed himself in front of a man whom he'd wanted to meet since military academy.
That long, cool hand stayed resting on his upper arm. Roy felt a little rush of elation. He was interested. Was he?
This weirdness and horribleness, it was just teething troubles. His mind was adjusting, he'd learn to cope with how things were. And it made sense to do it like this, to talk things through with another alchemist who'd seen combat, someone who knew what it was to handle such a powerful weapon and who'd thought it all through ...
Roy lost his balance, and very suddenly landed on his back. It took a moment's confusion before he realised Kimbley had shoved him. The moment of alarm faded when he looked up and realised that he'd definitely been shoved in a sex way and not a fight way. Which was exciting, if a little sudden.
Moving slowly, looking at Roy with one eyebrow raised, Kimbley settled on his knees between Roy's sprawled legs. Roy hauled himself up on his elbows and realised that he was grinning too broadly.
"Little puppy," said Kimbley. Then he leaned down and bit Roy on the nipple.
Roy squeaked. Kimbley chuckled. This was just embarrassing. It hadn't been a proper bite, really. Maybe just a nip? Kimbley was mouthing his nipple now and sucking on it. It felt all scrapey through his cotton shirt. Roy tried not to wriggle, and frowned. He wasn't sure if he liked this or not.
Kimbley moved his mouth away and looked at the circle of wet cloth in a pleased, lascivious way that made Roy feel a bit weird. He really wasn't sure if he liked this.
Those words proved to be pretty much that night's motto. Over the course of a couple of hours' fooling around, Kimbley managed to do at least four things to him that no one else had ever done before. Roy wasn't sure about the biting, he wasn't sure about being licked back there, he wasn't sure about being told to grip the headboard of his bunk and not move his hands, and he certainly wasn't sure about the thing with the pen. He stuck with all of them. By the end, it was getting light outside, he had come twice and sweat out most of the liquid in his body, his muscles were jelly, and he certainly wasn't thinking about the war. This wasn't really what he'd been expecting from surreptitious wartime sex. He'd thought it would be some kind of quickie round the back of the latrines. He was kind of glad it wasn't, though. They smelt pretty memorable, he wasn't sure he'd be able to concentrate.
He lay bonelessly in his bunk while Kimbley dressed. Kimbley left his hair down. As he wandered over to Roy, it struck Roy that there was something fantastically indiscreet about this small detail. Anyone who saw him walking away from Roy's tent with his hair loose and his face flushed would know exactly what they'd been up to. Roy wasn't entirely sure how he felt about that, or about the fact that this seemed — deliberate.
Kimbley leaned over his bunk. Roy stretched up for a kiss — and Kimbley turned his head and snorted, then bit Roy on the ear.
Roy was trying to get used to the biting at this point, but he still squeaked.
Kimbley's tent was bigger than Roy's, and further apart from the others. Previous war record, Roy supposed.
They hadn't said a word to each other about what had happened since, so when, three days afterwards, Roy wandered into Kimbley's little territory, he wasn't quite sure what sort of reception to expect. But it had been a really awful day. Roy's stomach was churning, his chest was numb, and he needed to shut his stupid brain up. It seemed worth a shot.
Kimbley was sitting reading in a camping chair, long legs stretched out. He didn't get up when Roy came in. He just nodded, as though he'd been expecting him, marked his place, and closed his book.
"Hello," said Roy. "How's it going? I was just, uh — I just —"
"Tell me what you did today." Kimbley cut him off mid-sentence. His expression was completely unreadable, but Roy definitely had his full attention.
Roy sat down on the bunk, and told him. Kimbley listened, still silently. At the end, he said quietly, "Thank you, Major." He stripped his shirt off and folded it over the back of the chair, keeping his eyes on Roy all the time. Roy shivered a little and hoped Kimbley hadn't noticed, but suspected by the grin on his face as he walked slowly towards Roy that he had.
That slow walk was a very strange ten seconds for Roy. When Kimbley stood up, he felt wrung out and tired, and could only summon up a small, vague interest in the sex he was about to have. Ten seconds of that silent, ominous stare and smile, of Kimbley's slow steps, and Roy was nervous as hell, but his cock had sprung to life.
When Kimbley reached him, he stood in front of Roy for a moment. Drawing out the suspense, said Roy's talkative brain. He still jumped when Kimbley lunged forward, fast, and pushed his legs wide apart. Roy's cock pulsed, and that was obviously noticeable too now, because Kimbley laughed and trailed one hand lightly down his thigh to his crotch, and palmed him. Roy whined. Kimbley's hand clenched just a little too hard, and Roy whined again.
"Did you see me clap?" said Kimbley conversationally.
Roy froze. A sharp jolt of fear went through his system. Either Kimbley was messing with him, or — fuck, he'd left himself wide open, he still didn't quite trust the man -
"Well?" said Kimbley. Shit, was the hand at Roy's crotch heating up? Was Roy imagining it?
Roy swallowed. "I — didn't see."
Kimbley put more weight on his hand. He moved the other hand down to Roy's thigh. Roy still didn't fight him off. He felt like a mouse standing stock-still under the gaze of an owl.
"I didn't clap," said Kimbley.
Roy breathed out, hard, and then tried to laugh. "Good one," he said, "you really had me going ther-"
Kimbley had tackled him onto the bed. Now he was holding Roy firmly by the wrists. He licked a trickle of sweat off Roy's forehead, followed it down to his earlobe. Roy had absolutely no idea why he was still turned on.
"Adrenaline," whispered Kimbley. "Doesn't it feel good? Your body wants to survive. It wants to fight." His grip on Roy's wrists tightened. This was really a bit much. "Did you know that animals that die in distress taste different? Adrenaline floods their muscles."
"Oh," said Roy. He hoped he was imagining the note of panic in his own voice. "That's really interesting. Is that why game tastes different? Some people don't like it, but I — hang on, what are you doing?"
This time, Kimbley had definitely clapped. He placed his hands on the sheets either side of Roy's head. The air crackled with blue light and ozone, and Roy's heart tried to slam its way out of its chest. Something tugged at his wrists, and he was relieved to realise Kimbley had just made some kind of tie out of the bedsheets, fastening his wrists to the top rail. Then he wasn't relieved at all.
"Oh, that's clever," Roy heard himself babbling, "your array's built around a basic transmutation formula so you can just use it to make —"
"Do you trust me?" asked Kimbley with a grin.
"I'm not sure," said Roy, trying to sound jovial to disguise the fact that he meant it.
"Good." Another buzzing crackle of alchemy, and Roy's shirt hung off him in strips. "More adrenaline for you. Aren't you lucky? By the way, I'd like you not to talk. But feel free to make a lot of noise."
Kimbley stripped Roy of the rest of his clothes slowly, but didn't take off another stitch of his own uniform, just opened and pulled his pants down enough to free his cock. Roy watched him, and chewed on his own lower lip. Kimbley dipped his fingers in a tub of petroleum jelly, and then he bit and licked at Roy's nipples as he fingered him just a little too fast and rough. Roy was horribly nervous and horribly aroused. With the remaining functioning parts of his brain, he tried to work out how this thing was working. When Kimbley's fingers made his entrance burn and his muscles spasm a little, he'd be distracted by the nipple thing, the rough licks that shot straight to his groin. When he bit Roy too hard, he teased at his prostate at the same time. Throughout it all, he stroked Roy's cock lightly with his free hand, teasing without satisfying. Something very odd was happening to Roy's body, as if it could no longer tell pain from pleasure. Roy knew what the clumsy kind of roughness felt like, but this deliberate, virtuoso playing was entirely new to him. Why was he somehow starting to relax into it? Why was he so damn hard?
Roy didn't realise he was making a noise until Kimbley slowed down. He stroked down Roy's sides and made quiet whispering sounds, as if he was trying to calm a skittish horse. The back of Roy's throat hurt, and the stretched muscles of his arms throbbed as he relaxed them. Kimbley bent forward and licked the sweat from the hollow of his throat. Then, as Roy tipped back his head, Kimbley sat up, gripped the back of Roy's knee, lined himself up and slowly, inexorably pushed in.
Kimbley fucked him steadily, scratched at Roy's chest and pinched his nipples. Roy closed his eyes, breathed deeply and felt for a moment that it was good to be human, to want and ache and be taken and to buzz with sensation. His cock throbbed and dripped. Roy wrapped his legs around Kimbley's back, and began to rhythmically slam himself upwards. The restraints were bunched up thin now, and they bit painfully at his wrists. He was starting to get pins and needles in both hands. He was vaguely aware that he was, as predicted, making a lot of noise.
Kimbley leaned in to lick behind his ear and nip at the lobe. His breath was loud in Roy's ear, and his thrusts were starting to come faster and rougher. "Want to finish?"
Roy nodded vigorously and shakily.
On the next thrust in, Kimbley lifted his chin up with a thumb. "Ask — me nicely."
"Please," said Roy without hesitation. He let his eyes fall shut. "Please."
There was a sharp noise he half-noticed through everything else, and then Kimbley's hand snaked between their bodies and he heard himself groan. The hand gripped Roy hard and he sobbed in his throat. Kimbley's fist seemed somehow to hum like a machine. The sensation pulsed through Roy's cock, unbearably intense, and he felt a familiar coiling tension and tightening. Kimbley pumped hard twice, and Roy shook, howled and released over his own belly.
Kimbley carried on thrusting right through it all and after, looking wild and strange now, his hair coming down, long strands plastered to his face with sweat. Roy watched him vaguely, trying to remember how to breathe. Then Kimbley leaned forward and whispered in Roy's ear, "I really did clap that time."
Roy started and jerked at the restraints before he could stop himself. He looked up at Kimbley in shock — shit, he did, he could have — no, he's joking, he couldn't — and Kimbley held his gaze and hammered into him with a wild laugh. Kimbley didn't look away until he came.
Afterwards, Kimbley left him just as he was. He didn't move to untie Roy until he'd washed himself up with soap and a canteen of water. He was lavish with the water as if the stuff wasn't rationed.
"I'd be tempted to keep you there, but I need the bunk," said Kimbley. He clapped and pressed his hands to either side of Roy's head. Roy jumped. Kimbley laughed. "Just scaring you, little puppy," he said, as the cloth around Roy's wrists buzzed and snaked away.
Kimbley didn't seem like the hugging type, so when Roy was dressed, he just clapped him on the shoulder and said, "Thanks." Kimbley smiled and snorted, and Roy stuck his hands in his pockets and wandered out, embarrassed.
He was two steps out of the tent and starting to realise how sore and shaky he was, when he crashed straight into a young trooper. "Sorry, sorry," he said.
The trooper looked at him and his mouth quirked up cheekily at one side. "Fun evening, sir?"
"Shut up, Private," muttered Roy.
He stumbled back to his tent. The burns on his wrists were there for days.
The next time it happened was a week later, in the late afternoon of Roy's first day off so far. He was sleeping on his bunk, badly, drifting in and out of shapeless and unpleasant dreams. Then something was on top of him and he was fighting, instantly, before he'd even woken up. He had a hand around a wrist, his knee in the person's stomach, and his fingers poised to snap — then he managed to get his eyes focused. He realised at the same time that he wasn't wearing his gloves, and that it was Kimbley.
Roy looked at his own fingers and blinked. The gloves were in Kimbley's free hand. He waved them at Roy, then tossed them on the bunk. "Your instincts are getting better." He turned his captured wrist rapidly and flicked it out of Roy's grasp. Roy blinked again.
Their previous two encounters had disturbed Roy far more when he turned them over in his mind afterwards. There were details he hadn't wanted to think about, that made him feel a little ill: the talk of adrenaline, the games with fear and what he was starting to suspect Kimbley got out of them, the look on the man's face in those last few moments. Most of all, Roy was disquieted that he had shared confidences with this man. He didn't know Kimbley's political views — come to that, he didn't even know his own any more — but he was starting to hear more about him from other soldiers, other alchemists. He had a reputation for loving his work. And Roy knew what that meant, because his work was very much like Roy's. Roy had thought him calm, and thoughtful, and prepared to listen. Kimbley certainly was all of those things, but Roy guessed by now that he was a lot of other things too.
Yet here he was again. Roy knew already that he wasn't going to say no.
Kimbley nodded towards the gloves. "You can put them back on."
Roy did it almost without thinking, but felt instantly more comfortable, safer. He wasn't going to think about Kimbley's motives for asking.
"Take your shirt off," said Kimbley.
In the heat of the day, Roy was wearing only his undershirt and boxers. He shucked the shirt, then said, "You too."
Kimbley raised an eyebrow. Roy grinned and raised a gloved hand. Kimbley laughed. "Growing some balls?" But he didn't take the shirt off. Instead, he just leaned forward, and whispered in Roy's ear, "Get on your stomach and put your hands behind your back."
Roy ignored the throb of arousal in his gut, and ignored Kimbley. He reminded himself of the reasons why this was not a person he should let restrain him, and then tried not to remind himself too much, because this was not a person he should be fooling around with, period. Then he leaned forward and pushed Kimbley's undershirt up under his armpits. He reached down again to run his gloved hands over the muscles of Kimbley's chest. Sweat and dirt soaked into the palms.
Kimbley made a small, satisfied sound. His breath was hot. He circled Roy's wrists, and tightened his hands. Roy waited a moment, then twisted his wrists out of Kimbley's grip. Kimbley's eyes were full of something frightening and thrilling. He muttered, "Yes, that's it." Then he tackled Roy to the mattress.
Then they were — Roy didn't know what they were doing, really. They were struggling, each trying to pin the other, pressing against each other, grinding hard. Kimbley was kissing him now and it hurt, mashing their lips together and thrusting his tongue in hard. Roy kissed back in kind. He put a hand in Kimbley's hair hard enough to pull. Kimbley grunted and scraped his fingernails down Roy's back. He was grinding his erection hard into Roy's thigh now. It was good and it was fast and — god, that smell — Roy could smell death on Kimbley, on his skin and his clothes. He had come straight here after his work shift, hadn't he?
Kimbley pulled away from him, suddenly, and fumbled down his uniform pants. Roy nearly laughed. It was so odd to see him clumsy and out of control. He was close, and he wanted more. That was fine by Roy. A quick, hard fuck and then he would go and Roy would be able to sleep, to sleep properly. He could contemplate whether he'd ever be doing this again when he woke.
Roy pulled off his boxers while he watched Kimbley struggling with the ties of his boots. He wasn't bothering to hide his amusement now. He looked at his gloves: on or off? A sensible precaution, but he preferred being able to feel properly. Besides, they smelled like work. He tugged at a fingertip.
"Keep them on." Kimbley coiled a hand around Roy's ankle.
Roy wrinkled his nose. "Come on, they don't smell good."
Kimbley crawled between Roy's legs, then put one of Roy's hands to his face, palm up, and inhaled deeply. "Alchemy," he muttered. "It's a very good smell." He bit down on one of the fingers. Roy had worn this pair for days. Alchemy and death, that's what the gloves smelled like to Roy, the same smell Kimbley carried with him.
"That's enough!" He'd whipped his hand away before he'd thought about it.
Kimbley gave him a dangerous, excited stare. "That wasn't sensible," he said. He shifted closer to Roy, crowding him. Roy knew what the script was supposed to be here, he was supposed to be scared and unnerved, intimidated, turned on. Kimbley was supposed to hold him down, fill him with pain and pleasure and fuck the misery and confusion out of him.
"No," he said. "I don't like my work here. I didn't become an alchemist to do this, I didn't join the army to do this. I don't get off on this. Fuck me or get out." As soon as he said the words, Roy realised they were true.
Kimbley's grin was huge now. It split his face and it was all teeth, like the mouth of a shark. "I like your spirit," he said. "It's going to be a lot of fun, proving you wrong." He raised his arms, like an orchestra conductor at the start of a piece. "You'll like this."
He clapped his hands together. And half an instant later, Roy snapped.
By a couple of days later, Roy was certain: the fog of doubt that he had been living in, that had enveloped, disturbed and comforted him, was gone for good. In its place was merely unhappiness and a very bad conscience. Roy missed the doubt already. But at least now he had someone to miss it with.
Hughes and Roy had been reunited for nearly two hours when they got back to the centre of camp, and they were still talking. Hughes' company had only been posted to this sector today, but he already seemed to know nearly everyone from elsewhere. He gave Roy a cheerful running commentary on everyone he spotted. Armstrong was decent but flakey; Grand was a hardass; Comanche slept with a hairnet over his moustache; Fessler, say no more.
"Whoa," said Hughes, jiggling his eyebrows in that way Roy had forgotten was annoying, "is that Zolf Kimbley over there?"
Roy looked over quickly, and managed not to make eye contact. "Yep."
"Jeez, should have known he'd be out here. The man's a complete sadist. Did I ever tell you about how — hey, what happened to his eyebrows?"
"Tell you later," muttered Roy, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Hey, did you know I've got my own tent?"


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