Mac Miller Style Track

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2025.01.19 19:52 Organic_Clock_833 Mac Miller Style Track

Mac Miller Style Track The new Mac album is phenomenal. Eerie production with some jazz undertones. Felt super inspired after listening and decided to make this.
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2025.01.19 19:52 bfnfdnfH New suggestion thread (Pog)

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2025.01.19 19:52 Dry_Paramedic102 Selling 2 Coldplay Ahmedabad 25th January Standing tickets at 9K each. Original Price: 7.3K. Happy to provide all proofs needed over DM. I can meet in Delhi or Ahmedabad to facilitate in person exchange.

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2025.01.19 19:52 markohilario Study Guide vs Question Bank - ASQ Greenbelt Exam

Hey y’all - I’m studying for the ASQ greenbelt. I’ve done both the study guide and question bank - which would you say are most like the exam?
Asking as I did much better on the study guide than the question bank.
Thanks!
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2025.01.19 19:52 chakalamagick I don't understand this

I don't understand this When i press L3 to see tiers affixes, i got this, isn't supposed to show me numbers? All affixes i check have the T>> Symbole.
Am new to the game maybe am missing something.
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2025.01.19 19:52 domwrap Backup / emergency AP board for current firmware

Anybody else considered this route? As a last-resort backup, if I do somehow screw up and install a newer firmware that you can't downgrade, has anyone considered keeping a spare AP board in stock with the current firmware that you could swap out in an emergency? I would assume once the P1 gets this update all shipped spare boards will come with that firmware so given its only $50 (CAD) I'm gonna pick one up now before the new firmware and keep it in stock.
I know wiki and support says you have to register the new board with your printer SN but I assume that's for remote/Handy access so if it's staying local that wouldn't matter and it would still function out of the box without this registration?
https://wiki.bambulab.com/en/p1/maintenance/ap-board
I'm not being alarmist, but I don't particularly like the route Bambu is going. Mostly because I use Home Assistant a LOT. Switching to local only and using HA with some other homelab stuff means I can keep most of the Handy functions while losing that specific app.
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2025.01.19 19:52 Dry-Ant-8255 L-drago here L-drago there... What do ya'll know about spriggan requiem

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2025.01.19 19:52 HellaHaram Bob Perkins, a legend of jazz radio at WRTI and beyond, dies at 91

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2025.01.19 19:52 KeriasTears90 Stanco della gente senza empatia.

Sono stanco di vedere gente che si comporta senza minimamente pensare alle conseguenze delle proprie parole nell’altrui sensibilità.
Non ha senso, non ci guadagnano nulla.
Feriscono come hobby, senza minimamente comprendere la bellezza che nasce quando molte persone si comportano in maniera gentile tra di loro.
Perché bisognerebbe sopportarle? Io dico che si levino dai coglioni.
Nessuno di noi ha il dovere di ascoltarle. Ignoriamole, quando si ritroveranno da sole magari cambieranno. In ogni caso non me ne importa.
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2025.01.19 19:52 LikeIsaidbefore Lions fans going through their comments and posts today

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2025.01.19 19:52 allysonkeife Why is my dad so angry, and what should I do?

My dad, in his mid 40s has some anger issues. It has gotten to the point where he will throw things and slam things, making me feel scared. He also acts differently when my mom is not around, he will scream at us, so bad one time i was hiding in the closet sobbing. Mind you I do have a lot of anxiety and some other mental health issues. I have told my mom, but she doesn’t really believe me, and i don’t know what to do.
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2025.01.19 19:52 Call-me_Shirley Adding pressed flowers to tile backsplash?

Does anyone have experience with pressed flowers? I want to change my kitchen backsplash. The idea is to paint the current/outdated small gray and blue backsplash tiles beige, then to add pressed flowers (thinking a small amount of modge podge as adhesive, then sealing with an acrylic spray).
What kind of longevity can I expect? I worry that the flowers won’t hold their color long-term, but I really haven’t worked with pressed flowers much.
Anyone have any suggestions or cautions about this technique?
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2025.01.19 19:52 Grand-Arugula9988 Selling / trading 4 tickets to Miami - March 1 & 2nd

Im heartbroken. I got a new job and wont be able to go to Miami anymore!
4 tickets to each game. Open to trading for a different city or selling at face value.
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2025.01.19 19:52 callsignninja 🤫

IG @callsignninja 🥷🏻
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2025.01.19 19:52 Ficklethepickl I need help

I offload the app after the ban (stupid I know) and now I can’t re download it or anything. Is there any way to get it back?
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2025.01.19 19:52 HolI0w WB Ho-Oh - 1947 6859 1164

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2025.01.19 19:52 alittlebirdistheword Jinx silco and sevika

Jinx silco and sevika I am a full-time artist (tattoo artist/painter) I was a little too shy to post this painting but I'm going to post it anyway this painting took about 6 hours of work and it is acrylic on canvas... I got to say the style and the animation were very inspiring and unique and it made me want to actually sit down and paint I will be doing some more arcane paintings soon as I'm finished with my paintings for work please enjoy! 500 characters I don't even know what to put on here anymore 🥲... Why does this have to be 500 characters?
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2025.01.19 19:52 cupcake0__0 What happened to my mac?

I’m freaking out. I fell asleep with my mac on last night, working perfectly fine. I woke up to this. The first pic is what it looks like when it’s on- it won’t let me do anything or show any sort of screen. In the second pic, the mac is off and there’s no physical cracks on the screen. Is this fixable?! I’m basically broke rn and can’t afford a new laptop. My mac is my life and I need advice on what to do. Thanks in advance for any insights or advice.
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2025.01.19 19:52 simon_wolfe He likes to watch while I’m on the computer.

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2025.01.19 19:52 Between_The_Space The Strange Encounters of the Human Kind

Credit and thanks to u/Jcb112 for creating the awesome Wearing Power Armor to a Magic School.
Story featured here is non-canon
(Please note this fanfiction is based only on chapter 111 and before. This character has not been fleshed out in the canon story and may not behave like this in future chapters.)
The Strange Encounters of the Human Kind A "Wearing Power Armor to a Fantasy School" Fanfiction
Professor Belnor
Another day, another mess of basic potion questions that resulted in basic answers. Some tried too hard, others not enough, and some who clearly cheated, which always broke my heart. To be teaching for so long, to perfect your craft, only to see someone try and take your hard work away and dash it to the ground.
See me after class. I wrote on the paper with the deepest red ink I had on hand, with an added shimmering magical glow to it just to make sure it was seen by the troublemaker's peers. There were points to be rolled and cauldrons to be cleaned after this one.
I took a heavy sigh as I pulled myself away from my dark oak wooden office desk, leaning back in my cushioned chair. The large leather and wooden chair moved and wiggled to ensure my comfort was in no way questioned. A specially made seat that beckons to my whims and “lives” to maximize satisfaction. Cost a pretty piece of gold to have it created, sure, but I truly couldn’t live without it. Not with these long hours.
I glanced around my office to take in all the busy work. The three large glass windows that formed a half circle behind me helped illuminate my hall. I could have them magically imbue them to view whatever I wanted through them, but with the best view of the academy grounds and even the town below, it would have been a waste of good mana. The outside light added to the very natural feel of my expansive office, decorated with paintings of my predecessors and natural wooden finish shelves containing hundreds of books and ingredients with a large living tree that towered the ceiling, allowing leaves to fall once in a while, fading away before they touch the stony, rugged floor.
On the left-hand side of the room, over half a dozen quills were writing furiously on parchment to prepare for next week's written exam. On the right, three cauldrons mixing and brewing several orders, one for healing potions to restock our medical ward. One for much-needed revitalization elixirs for the students and a little brew for myself after work. All the while above, ingredients danced through the air as they moved from one location to another, preparing for future mixtures and concoctions.
I rubbed my tired eyes, enjoying my small break but making sure I did not succumb to it too much. There was a strong temptation to drink one of the fresh revitalization brews, but they always made me jittery, and it was far too late for that.
Besides, I only had a few more left. I thought to myself, leaning back up into a working position, my loyal chair changing to suit my new position. I spread out the remaining few pages to see who was left.
Ilunor, Ping, and…
My heart stopped for a moment when I saw her name.
Emma Booker.
The newrealmer. The ironclad monstrosity that held a gold library card, knew of the microverse and spouted great feats without a single ounce of mana, one that Chiska could not stop praising as she witnessed firsthand during the physical trials.
I was of two minds over the strange creature. Her kind has only just experienced the Nexus and its teachings, so expectations were low, and yet my curiosity was deafening.
I took a moment to set the other two papers aside. Their answers would be what I would expect from every other student who had fully experienced the nexus for years. I was too curious to see what the new girl would put.
If it was even her solution to begin with…
I immediately deposited that thought just as fast as I started reading over her works.
Standard answer…standard answer…standard an…What was that?
Question: What is needed as a stabilizing component to firebreath potion?
This was a tricky question for most first years; often you would need expensive embers of a firebird or the more unstable nort breath, which often stumped some students, wondering if it was a trick question with such high-priced items. That being said…I was not expecting this answer, even from the newrealmer.
A banana.
I had to clean my glasses, as if that was going to affect what I was seeing. Even then I read it three more times to be sure.
She can’t be serious. A banana…really?
Off to the side of the answer were some strange hexagonal runes with symbols I had assumed came from her native language. The whole page was littered with them in the margins now that I looked at it closer. I remember seeing her draw them up in class, assuming it was some archaic method that was brought over from her mana-deficient realm.
Maybe it was the runes that “others” showed her.
I shook my head and scoffed. Even if it was “outsiders,” this answer was just ridiculous. A banana wasn’t a magical ingredient, so it wouldn’t have an effect on the compound at all… right?
Maybe it was in my best interest to test this. After all, I can’t rightfully say someone is wrong based on an untested theory. The headmaster had already locked down any and all investigations to her; I had to take what I could get.
My desk hovered and gently slid to the side as my mobile potion brew set took its place. It wasn’t anything special, just some flask and a mini cauldron, but that was all that was needed for this experiment.
I waved my hand in the air, whispering spells as I've done thousands of times before. With that little wave and a weave of the mana streams, several of the necessary ingredients for firebreath dropped from the high shelf, pouring themselves into the mini cauldron.
The brew began to bubble with instability, one which a novice might be intimidated by. However, I was an expert, and I knew that It only needed its stabilizing agent now to keep the potion from erupting.
This time, though, instead of using the normal, well-practiced ingredients, I instead collected what the newrealmer put as their questionable ingredient. With another flick of my hands, I took a banana from the decorative fruit off the small circular guest table off in the corner. Some part of me still couldn't believe I was doing this, but I had to be honest.
As the banana unpeeled itself in front of me, I cast a simple barrier to protect myself. A bad potion brew can always lead to a bad explosion. That's why we had these classes after all, to begin with. To help prevent unwanted injuries for even the most basic potion brewing elements.
I braced myself as a piece of the banana cut off and dropped into the vat with a simple “blop” noise. I didn't want to risk overdoing it with the whole banana in case this went south.
And indeed it did. The reaction was almost instantaneous. The brew began bubbling and churning with pure violence, showing signs of a mana explosion.
I sighed and closed my eyes, waiting for the result that was inevitable, as well as telling myself that I needed to make sure I put a nice big X on Emma's answer. I shouldn’t have really expected anything more from her.
And yet…
There was no splash, no pop, no fiery explosion, and no clear signs that the servants were going to have to clean up an entire room after this debacle.
I gave it another minute just in case. Sometimes these reactions are delayed after all.
But still nothing.
With immense hesitation, I opened my left eye, expecting to receive an eye full of goop. Instead, both my eyes shot wide open, staring down at a magical vat that was as still as the lake outside the academy.
I was left dumbfounded, to say the least. There wasn’t a bubble on the surface and as inert as a standard healing potion.
“Alright…” I muttered to myself, still floored that this seemed to be working somehow as I summoned a common potions jar. “Let's see how stable it is…”
Firebreath potion was notorious for being sensitive, which is why you always seek out a professional to make one, and another added cost to the potion's creation. A poorly brewed version could, with a mere shake, cause one's trousers to be set on fire.
The jar pulled some of the explosive goo out of the cauldron and corked itself, ready to be used. I wiggled my finger, causing the vial to shake in the air just a little. I flinched, expecting it to burst into flame.
Nothing. Ok…
I waved my hand, causing the floating vial to shake more. Still nothing.
I wasn’t sure if it was my sheer disbelief or my temper, but I waved my arm as much as I could, causing the bottle to fly through the air, becoming a stream of glowing red light as it bounced through the air.
The bottle came flying back towards me, and I snatched it in the air with catlike reflexes. Again, not sure if it was my disbelief or the absurdity of this all, I admitally and unprofessionally began shaking the vial as physically as hard as I could.
“IT’S…JUST…A…BANANA!” I shouted between each heavy swing, only to abruptly stop and glare at the potion.
Not even a bubble.
Years of research, tens of thousands of gold for expensive stabilizing agents and it's just a common fruit that calms one of the most volatile potions out there. Of course, a potion is useless unless it works.
Without a second thought, I ripped off the cork of the bottle and downed it. My cheeks puffed out, head tilted back, and out came a good healthy stream of fire. I couldn’t help but stare in amazement. Not at the flames themselves, but the fact this worked extremely well. Even more resounding, instead of the aftertaste of sulfur that you normally get from this brew, it had a nice flavor of smoked banana, as if it was lingering on my tongue as one final mockery.
This revelation left me stumbling back in a daze. My “living” chair quickly responded, scrambling over to catch my limp being. Like wet noodles, I landed with a solid flump as I sank into the cushion. I had nothing but a thousand-yard stare on my face.
This was…massive to say the least. Firebreath wasn’t just an unstable potion but a sort of entry-level to even more explosive and powerful concoctions. The foundations, as it were. To be able to change that…this was the thing that professionals like me strived for for decades. One that gains awards, fame, and prestige. Something a professor like me spent their whole life hoping for, working for, and sometimes never accomplishing.
And the new realmer…Emma…put it as an answer on a first-year homework assignment!
…
Emma!
My wits finally came back to me only to have me scramble to have my grading desk returned. The potion desk was flung to the side so fast I'm pretty sure I heard some of the vials break on it.
It didn’t matter! I need to see her paper again!
I shuffled through the pile until I finally came across it. There had to be more!
But instead, all I was left with in my hands was a paper of more of those hexagon-like runes with more symbols on them. Even the original “Banana” answer was gone, replaced with just more runes.
“W-what? But…But I saw it!” I looked over the paper front and back. No High Nexusian written word was found except for the writer's name. Emma Booker. Which I swear was even bigger than the last time I saw it.
Out of desperation, I cast a translation spell and waved my hand over the paper. Maybe it was magically altered, changing back to its original text when I wasn’t looking. But nothing came of it. The ink was dead of magic, like all of earthrealm's creations.
The paper dropped to the table as I cradled my head in my hands. “Am... am I going crazy…” I spoke in a hushed tone.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
The sound of the Academy standard request for entrance came down the long hallway, followed by a familiar voice.
“Professor Belron? You wanted to see me?”
I raised my head in confusion at the sound of Emma’s voice.
Why was she here? Did I invite her? Yes…Yes, of course I did! I was to meet with them after my grading. I can’t look a gifted Wyvern in the mouth! I might still get my answers!
“Just a moment!” I shouted, muttering a few spells under my breath to help clean up the table to make it more presentable and not look like someone who just had a spasm. I groomed my robe and sat with the prestige my title granted me.
“Come in.” I called with a happy yet monotone voice I could muster, flicking my wrist to allow the large solid oak wood doors that sat at the base of the tree to open.
There she was. The being in a suit of manaless armor. The blue unnatural coloring contrasted harshly with the warm, vibrant colors that filled my halls. The red eyes of the suit were still unnerving, especially when they were staring down at you as they were at me right now.
“Ah, Cadet Emma Booker, it is a pleasure to see you. Please come over.” I spoke with as much sweetness as I could in my voice while putting on my famous granny smile.
The golem likes being walked forward. Her heavy feet thumped against the ground with each step. My clasped hands shivered for a moment.
Relax; you are the professor, and she is the student.
“Would you like a cup of tea? I can brew some for you.”
“Thank you ma'am, but I can’t really drink it. I appreciate the offer though.”
Idiot! The obvious realization hit me in the head like a board.
“W-well, why don’t you sit at least!” I offered, as one of my smaller living furniture sets came up from behind to let her sit in it. The earthrealmer looked back at the seat for a moment as the chair danced with excitement to fulfill its role. “Thanks, but I’m afraid I might... crush it.”
The chair halted its excitement at those words and quickly backed off, as if realizing the giant metal monster might be too much for it to handle. I could have offered to reduce her mass with one of my spells, but that idea was shot down when she replied. “Besides, I don’t think I can stay too long.”
0 for 2. I don't think I ever had such an awkward conversation with a student before in my career.
Worse yet, I was unsure what to say. I wanted to broach her about her studies, about her EXTREMELY unorthodox approach to potion making, and more importantly, how she came to these wild theories.
But I could not. Thousands of questions ran through my head at once. None of them seem to fit right. The questions either insulted the newrealmer or my position as a professor. The room was filled with dead air with only the sound of clanging pots and scribbling quills as I sat there with a stupid smile, unsure what to say next.
The metal giant looked around, as if expecting something as she should. Ill-prepared wasn't a strong enough term for the position I was left in. Even though I couldn't see her expression, she radiated awkwardness. It made two of us.
“Um... if you don't have anything for me, ma'am, I could always come back later.”
NO!
“NO!” I shouted, practically leaping out of my seat, stunning the poor girl.
“I mean, no, I do have something I wish to talk to you about that is very important.”
Calm yourself. Belnor, she's just a student. Not a groundbreaking potion maker. I told myself, switching back to my more regal and professional self. I reached over to her paper, eyeing it as I brought it between us. There were even more runes covering the paper now, making even less sense than before.
“I was just grading your paper, and I... um... I can't quite distinguish these symbols, dear.” I said try, and failing, not to sound desperate.
The emotionless giant looked down on the paper before her red eyes stared back at me. “Those are just my people's method of understanding the universe.”
“I-I see.” The idea of a newrealmer having this great of an understanding of the universe before even one year of Nexus schooling was not possible. Yet I couldn't let my pride get in the way.
“Could you tell me how your people came to use these said ruins?”
“Centuries of experimentation, mathematical equations, along with a long line of experts sharing each other's knowledge.”
A vague answer. Not like her, but I knew why. The walls did have ears after all…sometimes literally.
“Would you mind maybe going into more detail, Cadet Booker? Like maybe what some of these symbols mean or how they are related to each other?”
“I'm afraid they won't let me say Professor.”
DAMN THAT DEAN! I screamed in my mind, my face not portraying the inner turmoil I was facing. There could be a wealth of knowledge here on this one paper alone, and I can't read it because of the “keeping the peace” policy he was forcing on the girl!
“If I may, professor…” The student spoke, snapping me back to the conversation. “Why are you so interested in my paper? I thought the study of Nexus magic was the only way to understand the universe.”
“It is! I mean, of course it is! Magic is the key to understanding everything.”
“Right. So then why are you so adamant about understanding some “backwater newrealmers” methods?” Emma spoke in a commanding tone, repeating some words I may have spoken over the previous lesson while tapping on the paper. The ink on the paper seemed to be bubbling now and was bleeding over, as if to match the intensity of the situation. I wanted to question the strange behavior of the dead ink, but I was too focused on the current conversation.
It felt like I was no longer talking to a student but something that was my equal on the other side of a chasm that I had no understanding of.
“I... I need to know in order to grade your paper effectively! Even if... even if it's very... unorthodox.” I stuttered, having a hard time finding my words. It was an outright lie. Even with that menacing helmet, I could tell she was seeing right through it.
“Right…” Emma slowly turned her head towards the potion lab I haphazardly threw to the side. My eyes darted between the clearly visible accursed red brew and the blue knight. She knew. I knew she knew. And when she stared back at me, I knew she knew I knew.
“Well, Professor, I will take whatever grade you give me.”
“But I…”
“If you pardon me, I have a lot more to do around the castle grounds. Thank you for your time.” She spoke, giving a small bow and turning to leave.
I was flustered at the fact she dismissed herself from me without my permission, which would have garnered a reprimand if it was any other student.
However, I was left more dumbstruck on how right she was. I didn’t have anything. I couldn’t acknowledge that her work had merit. That would make me question everything I had researched my entire life and as a teacher who teaches what I have learned through that life. That was unacceptable. On the other hand, the amount of knowledge this tin man may possess could revolutionize potion brewing, maybe beyond that!
I sat there, watching as Cadet Emma Booker made her way down the hall, once again giving those heavy footfalls with each step getting further away. I had been bested; I couldn't deny that.
But there was one thing that still itched at the back of my mind. One very small detail that I needed to pull from her before we could end this little game.
The oak doors slammed shut just before she reached them.
“Just one more question, Cadet Booker, before you leave…” I spoke, returning to a more serious and professional front. “When you said ‘they” won’t allow you, you weren’t talking about the Dean, were you?” I spoke, hands clasped in front of me, my glasses glinting in the shadow of my red robe.
The golem didn’t even look back. Just simply said. “You really shouldn’t be asking that.”
A toothy grin came across my face. I was right. There was a third party at play here.
I knew it! I knew it! I knew it! Suck on a manavial, Vandavar!
I pulled my desk out of my path and stood up from my chair, making sure nothing was impeding between me and the would-be infiltrator.
“Who are they? What do they want, Emma? Are they a threat to the Nexus?”
The blue metal beast turned to face me. “You aren't someone to let something go, are you, professor?”
I held up my hand and pulled on the mana stream, causing a fistful of lightning to appear in my palm. A very powerful and dangerous spell, but the situation called for it.
“When it comes to the Nexus and, more importantly, the welfare of my students, I will pry every secret, including yours, metal golem. Now tell me everything!”
The being that called herself Emma stayed frozen in place. Finally I was back on top. I was in a position where I could help by smiling at, knowing I had complete control over the situation.
Or so I thought before she let out a bone-chilling chuckle.
“You think you peeked behind the curtain and think you know everything now, huh?”
Emma held up her right gauntlet-covered hand towards me, like she was ready to snap her fingers to cast a spell. I braced myself, ready to launch a lightning bolt right at that dome of a helmet.
“You don’t know anything…”
She snapped her fingers, which sent a shockwave through the whole room. The wave passed through everything harmlessly, but only for a brief moment.
The quills to the papers fell over dead. The brewing cauldrons stopped and became lifeless, falling to the ground with a loud clang. Whatever potion ingredients were in the air fell to the floor, shattering to pieces on impact, and the massive tree that stood a thousand years in my office seemed to wither and die. Worse yet, the lightning in my hand seemed to diminish and completely disappear.
I stared at my hand in disbelief as the room creaked and groaned. It was as if all the magic just suddenly disappeared from the room. There was no dispelling agent that was this powerful. Not without extreme preparation. Not without planning. Not from just a snap of a finger.
“That’s…impossible.” I muttered in disbelief.
THUD THUD THUD
The sounds of Emma’s boots were more clear than ever as she slowly made her way towards me. I tried to summon the lightning again, only to generate useless sparks.
THUD THUD THUD
The metal behemoth drew closer, crunching glass under her feet. I flicked my hand while silently casting every offensive spell I could think to muster. The whispers progressed into shouts with each failed spell. Water, fire, ice, something!
But nothing came.
Something else was changing. The once natural light that glowed through the windows was transitioning into a more bright blue light that overrode the view outside, glowing brighter and brighter with each step.
THUD THUD THUD
She was practically on top of me now. My heart was racing, and I was beginning to panic. I had no way to fight this monster…save for one.
Without a moment of thought, I reached into my robe and pulled out my last resort. A body modification potion that would help me destroy this monster, even if it meant damaging my own body.
I yanked the rainbow-colored vial from my neck and used my teeth to pop the cork before downing the colorful mixture… only to violently reject it.
“NAAH!” I coughed and sputtered, spitting out the concoction as fast as I could. The taste was so revolting, my body outright refused to swallow it. It tasted like swamp muck and rotten innards.
“Ah—what—*gag*—what the fu—*cough*!”
I looked down at the vial, my eyes widening in horror at what I saw. The vibrant and colorful potion was now brown, gooey sludge. Just like everything else in the room, the magic seemed to just die in it, leaving behind the disgusting ingredients in their raw form.
It was then I noticed the footsteps stopped. I quickly glanced up to see a pair of red eyes above me, staring back down at me.
I don’t know what I thought next. Maybe I thought I could still fight back. Perhaps out of desperation, I swung my hand to give a slap to the metal face.
No pain came to my hand, nor any clear sound of flesh on metal. Instead my hand just hovered inches from the metal mask. I couldn’t move. Frozen in complete stillness in what could only be described as an oversaturated spotlight, encased me.
The cobblestone bricks vibrated as bright lights glowed through the cracks. I stood there, unable to do a thing as my feet began leaving the ground, levitating in the air with no mana and no free will of my own.
I continued to stare at the one called Emma, tears filling my eyes as the liquid droplets floated in the air as well.
“Please…don’t hurt anyone…” I muttered helplessly, floating higher in the air. I could only see in my periphery, to my horror, as the ceiling seemed to break away with a loud crackling noise, floating away to an unknown source in the sky.
“Oh don’t worry, Professor Balnor…” Emma spoke, reaching up and taking their helmet off with an unholy hiss. My eyes widened in horror and disbelief as I finally got to see what was under the armor.
“No one will suspect a thing.” Emma spoke, using my voice, my famous granny smile, on what looked like a perfect copy of my face.
I didn’t have time to question what I was looking at before I was flung into the air. I screamed as I tumbled in the light. The ground was getting smaller and smaller, the academy becoming a mere blip on the ground in seconds as I tumbled through the sky towards the great canvas above.
It was only then I saw the source of the light. A giant triangular metal ship, covered in more of those runes the so-called student covered herself in, coated in the same haunting blue and indescribable lights.
“EMMMMMMAAAA!” I screamed as the light from the ship engulfed me.
Maybe I screamed the name to curse her, or maybe it was out of desperation to have her stop. It was all I could do as I was engulfed in the light, right before hearing a loud metallic noise like a giant metal door slamming shut, followed by pure, unforgiving darkness.
***
I woke upright, letting out a terrified scream. The sudden reaction unknowingly launched my fuzzy familiar Snuffles across the room, just because it was unfortunate enough to be using my chest as its bed for the night.
I just sat upright, breathing heavily, taking a moment to take in my surroundings. I was back home, in my bed, and judging the darkness that was outside, it was still early morning.
It was just a horrible nightmare.
I rubbed my eyes and groaned, collecting myself. I was fine. It was just all a dream. A very weird, very horrible dream.
After checking the clock on the wall, I realized there was no point in going back to bed. At least not enough to make it worth it. So I prepared myself for the day as I always did, save for the extra apologetic pets to my lovable familiar, who hadn’t quite forgiven me for my sudden outburst.
Most of that morning was spent in silence, still shaken by the dream but not really remembering why. Just foggy ideas like distant memories. Though I couldn’t help but snicker to myself as I could remember the flying ship that was “sucking me up” into the air.
“Oh, you are going crazy in your old age, Belnor.” I said to myself as I magically changed into my school robes after a quick hot bath.
“Metal flying ships with no magic? Absurd.”
With that little bit of humor, I made my way to the Academy for another normal day of curriculum.
I would need to stop by the mess hall first, though. I was very much craving a banana for some reason.
End
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Authors Notes
I like to thank everyone who got to read this crazy story. Ever since I heard Belnor make her statements about there being “others” I couldn't help but think...
Belnor: “I’m not saying it's aliens...but it was aliens.”
Ironically, humans would be the “aliens” in this situation. How fun is that?
I probably got quite a few things wrong with this. I aint no chemist expert nor potion making expert, and I didn't really feel like combing through the entire novel to get them right. I kinda tapered off near the end as well.
If you guys see anything that could be changed for the better let me know and I’ll change it.
Feedback is welcomed and feel free to comment. I hope you all enjoy it.
Also if you liked this story, give The Study of Emma Booker a read. Belnor isn't the only one curious what's under the helmet.
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