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[takhy-dh]

Day 10 - Pattern.

[yuri-cocaine]

Entry #5: Prank

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Dear Rothe,

I pray this letter finds its way to you. I have not much time left in this world, because I have caught that most dreadful sickness: Everything-itis. I am sneezing and coughing and also I have a raging ragging really bad fever. I threw up last night and it glowed in the dark? 

It is bad.

So per my last wish I would like to request 50 egg sandwiches.

Yours,

Yun Khhhhhhh

“Give me that pen!” shouted Rothe Aubrey.

“No!”

“You’re not even sick, Yun!”

“Stop!”

Yun scowled and drew a huge korpokkur over her letter. Rothe’s mandragora stood on a stool and occasionally stuck its face near the kettle boiling on the stove.

As part of her promotion to a chief hunter-scholar, the Maelstrom had given Yun the funds to purchase a small apartment in the Topmast, which Yun had spent no time at all turning it into a huge mess. Half assembled weapons hung from the walls, books and field guides were strewn all over the floor, and her desk was a disaster of unorganized documents and booze bottles.

“I have a system,” Yun told Rothe as he came to visit. Marimo the korpokkur kid dropped from the ceiling lamp onto Rothe’s head.

“You must needs eat something other than eggs,” said Rothe with a sigh. “Maybe salted cod? Hardtack? We have dried fruit and nuts for sale in Hawker’s Alley.”

Yun wrinkled her nose. “No. I will provide nothing but the best for my new squadron of elite hunters, and we will have the best for our expedition. No nuts.”

They sniggered at the word “nuts” as the kettle whistled and the mandragora screamed.

Over the next week, Yun concocted a dozen plans to scam free food from the Bismarck and tested them out. She borrowed (stole) Aoife Mahsa’s fat cat and set them loose into the kitchens, hoping their presence would imply rats, but the cat fell asleep in front of the kitchen door. She tried playing dead on Rothe’s delivery route, and he simply stepped over her. She gave Ahtmyrgan, her squadron’s axeman, his first assignment to gather signatures to testify for cockroach sightings in the Bismarck dining hall.

“I couldn’t find them signatures ye wanted, Yun, but I found this!” Ahtmyrgan handed over a folder. “Moraby Bay dodo census from 1572!”

Yun opened the folder. “This is your son’s math homework.”

She decided it was a hopeless venture by the end of the week. Out of sympathy, Rothe visited her apartment for talk over tea and ginger biscuits.

“I liked the prank with Archon Cuddlemuffins,” said Rothe. “Very cute!”

“It is not a prank,” said Yun, spraying cookie crumbs. “It was a scam.”

“Er, I think you shouldn’t admit that with such pride.”

Yun began to ask what Rothe thought of her discount coupon forgery, but a furious knocking at the door interrupted her.

“What happened to my cat, Yun Khatayin!” roared a voice sounding dreadfully similar to Aoife.

“Invite her inside, Rothe,” said Yun as she opened a window and climbed out of it. “The gaelicatnip is in the first drawer at my desk. Tell her it is organic sugar substitute and give her a cup of tea.”

[yuri-cocaine]

"10. Who’s in charge of that?" - Aoife to Yun

“Who’s in charge of that?” asked Aoife Mahsa. 

There was a small crowd gathering by the docks at Aleport, and they were dropping coins into a battered sunhat. Hanging above the crowd between a streetlamp and a stepladder was a banner reading “VOLUNTEERS FOR THE FIRST EXPEDITION OF S.S. ULTRA MEGA TURBO DEEP SEA EXPLORER 2: WARE THE GIANT CANNON YE DENIZENS OF THE ABYSS! 50 GIL PER PERSON! FUN FOR THE WHOLE FAMILY!”

“Me, myself, and I,” answered Yun. 

There, moored to the docks, was a round yellow submarine with a hatch, a single porthole, a periscope, and a Bertha cannon causing the whole thing to slightly tip. Aoife burst out laughing as the periscope wobbled and fell off the submarine into the water. L’lakshai, the head technician and lead engineer, stopped painting the submarine’s long name onto the side and cast a fishing line in to reel the periscope back up. 

“I think you should add another five exclamation marks in the name,” said Yun. “You know. For emp-ha-sis.”

“Go bugger yourself. We’re nearly out of glow in the dark paint,” L’lakshai snapped.

“Glow in the dark? So are you going underwater to visit Leviathan?” said Aoife. “I think I might come along for that! But only if I get to fire the cannon.”

“Not exactly. This is a tactical vessel,” said Yun.

“A what now?”

Yun cleared her throat and began to explain as L’lakshai fixed the periscope back onto the submarine. “I intend to return to Othard soon. The situation there has begun to escalate for reasons I do not fully know or particularly care about, but I must prepare some way to ferry my tribesmen across the sea to Eorzea. If I used a boat, the imperials will blast us to bits, so we will go underwater with a submarine. Genius, no?”

Aoife snickered. “That sounds bloody stupid. So, do I get in through the hatch here?”

“Get to the back of the line.”

As Aoife walked off sulking, the first ten people piled into the submarine. L’lakshai slipped in to sail it, Yun closed the hatch after them, and the passengers began to mess with the Bertha cannon at once, swinging it in circles using the steering wheel within the vessel. Then Yun whistled for everyone’s attention.

“Behold! The first voyage of the S.S. Turbo Explorer or whatever begins now! They will return in fifteen minutes having witnessed the wonders of the sea from up close!”

Yun untied the rope and the submarine gurgled to life. The propellers spun frantically, and soon it began to sail away from the docks. The crowd cheered and shouted as it sank with a burst of bubbles. 

They waited, and waited, and waited. Two hours later, a periscope floated to the surface.

“Well, it was just a test,” Yun told Aoife as bits of the submarine floated up and bobbed away.

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Oscar Wilde: Society produces rogues, and education makes one rogue cleverer than another.

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Society produces rogues, and education makes one rogue cleverer than another.

- Oscar Wilde

What a damning thing to say about education!

Form Rousseau to Wilde, thinking, observing people have noticed the correlation between education and guile, craftiness,knavery, selfishness, and often sheer wickedness.

In Bangladesh, it is manifest where the evil lies - in the highest intellectual stratum of our society. Not one member of the articulate class denounces the current evil in the land, and many actually encourage it, astounding as it may sound.

The comparative advantage in roguery conferred by education is keenly appreciated by parents, who spend a fortune to procure one for their monsters-to-be. It is a competition to the bottom, a race for the sewers.

For the highly educated are the cleverest of them all.

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Roguery

by my_alpha

Roguery = Picardía

Female name

[1.Ability and grace so that one does not see or know anything or to take advantage of certain situations. 2. Minor trickery, such as children do with the intention of having fun.]

On a dance floor with dark wood floor and dim light, alphas, omegas and betas; dancing with the slow rhythm of the accordion notes. With that delicate and slow music as a witness of the caresses and smiles that couples gave themselves.

[Or where Louis is a forty-year-old married omega and Harry is a bachelor alpha of twenty-two; And they both have a nice adventure in London on the twenty-eighth of September.]

Words: 366, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Short One Shot

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