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Sweet home Chicago
The look out of the window barely changes with the foul weather. They call it the Windy City for a reason, she thinks, tucking herself deeper into the labcoat. It's nearly been six months, six months since she moved here. Hurt, disappointed, angry. Harborview was her turf, she made it what it is. And then DocWagon came, took her own turf from her. Offered to keep the post, they did, but who could consent to it? They do everything for profit, and Catherine Cutty taught her daughter well. Great-grandmother Alice would have smiled at that. So she built herself anew, this complex is her brainchild, and she has no regrets. Yes, regrets no longer.
A commlink startles.
"Chicago State Hospital," she drones out mechanically. "Cutty on the line, what do you-"
"Good evening to you, Lisa."
She wonders how much a man can change. He doesn't look the slightest the way he did a year ago. The pitiful
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The winter winds have blown
the lost child of the mountains,
the one with reversed sword
as well as troubled heart.
To leave one settled path
and step onto another
requires your soul's good balance.
No one returns unchanged.
~ Keeper Annals*

(*regarding Merem and Jurre's "sticky situation")

Fare Thee Well by Gnewi

The view was breathtaking. High, proud mountain ranges were pointing up into the sky. Clearly visible from the rocky outpost the young pale woman chose, the silent sign of gods' presence. It was the place. The place she longed for - silent, solitary and untouched by both humans and her kin. The chilling cold didn't ward her off. The woman, despite her delicate appearance, almost snow white hair flowing around her shoulders like a morning mist and bright blue eyes, was strong. The harsh life hardened her. She hoped to leave the cruel memories of what had happened in her mountain kingdom of Ebeer. Men cannot be trusted. They arrive, melt you inside and leave like a deadly arrow. This would never fade in her memory, no matter how hard she would try.

She intended to live on, but how can one do so if your heart was torn apart? She could not bear this any longer. The chieftain or not, she could neither stay in the Ebeer Mountains or leave for Central Debas. Not after what had happened. A mourning lily, a sign of grief, was properly placed between her head and her right ear. Her best clothes - meant to be a bridal gown, turned out to be fitting for a funeral of a queen - made of dark wool, laid on her her finely. The hair was cut as a sign of grief.

Old Merem was dead.

She could not do otherwise. Her father Rison's life would not last forever. She was meant to rule her people and she would do so no matter how badly he had hurt her. The decision of leaving for the untamed mountain ranges the Southerners called Furaha Ya Moyo wasn't easy, but well-timed. Her father was still strong enough to wait for her, whereas conflicts between humans and Jurre's kin were causing more and more victims. This made her mind: she would travel to the Furaha Ya Moyo, find a proper place to live and lead her tribe there. A new land. A new reality. A new beginning.

And let the fluffy animal she saw there, high up the Furaha Ya Moyo, be her royal sign. The bright, dreamy eyes, shadows cast by long, feminine eyelashes. The llamas enchanted her. So graceful, so agile, so proud... The real virgin rulers of this extreme land. Would they ever become domesticated?

She had all the new life to see so.

So, basically, Merem's got a new kingdom on her own and needs some pets to caress and help her. I set up royal stables for her and managed to domesticate the animals. Would you like to help us and interbreed?

How to do so, one may ask?

It's simple. Write a request for a llama. If you ask kindly and didn't receive one from me before, you'll be given it in no time (no time means once I get your message, so don't fret and wait patiently). You don't have to watch me. You don't have to favourite this journal entry. You don't have to give me one (thought you should do so with Merem and her creator, Gnewi). You don't have to carry on with features, points, cakes or whatever. Just ask kindly.

However, any mean of appreciation of Merem, who is not mine, but Gnewi's, sent to her account are greatly appreciated! Also, check the journal entry regarding featured deviants and give them some attention they truly deserve please. Thanks and fret not if your llama spits on you! It shows it loves you! :mwahaha: :giggle:


PS I made it a donation pool, because not having a PM makes it impossible to install "Custom Box" widget. 77 is just a symbolic number to let you know my llama stables are unlimited and need new blood!

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Arlesienne
Wonder, wonder, little fly...
Welcome to this den of visualised horror, also known as my DeviantArt account.

Most of deviants use their galleries to share their works, make profit from their art, provoke, amaze, etc. I am a troubling exception. It may sound weird, writing it just in front of your account. Most of people want the others to rate and comment their hard work. Yet, "what we call normality is only a circle of light around the fireplace", as Terry Pratchett said.

First of all, I'm too busy and lazy to upload my hand-drawn sketches (not to mention I'm not a sadist to lure anybody to look at them). Being a translator, I spend most of my time between ready commissions, works-in-progress and appropriate literature. Anyway, after a day of work, I like to relax by either reading, making custom jewellery (mostly different mokume gane techniques), writing scraps of horror and macabre that are too painful to show the others or drawing. Some time ago, I learned about photomanipulations, mixed media and so on. And then realised that I've done this before. As a translator on an international website, Slavonic Corner's moderator and map designer, I make awards for contests from time to time. Those are wallpapers (the most easy mean of prize to carry around as it's an international website) and avatars. After reading about photomanipulations, I thought that I could try my luck at this. It's quite similar, after all, to what I've done before. I also reasoned that I can make some wallpapers for my friends and myself to use and my DeviantArt account, previously used for aesthetic purposes only, might be useful as an online disc. Therefore, my gallery's fate was sealed.

To be honest, I really honour all real artists - stock providers and their users. I don't think of my works you can find in my gallery as of works of art - of any value. Coming up with a concept and putting other people's stocks together doesn't make the outcome an art. But I enjoy what I do and hope it won't irritate anybody. Anyway, you were warned.

Above all, I would like to thank and congratulate all the people for sharing stock I used, use or will use. You are truly talented!

Best regards,
Arlesienne

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PS My rules can be found here. Don't ask me about the ridiculous war between my tag line and Stinky. I still lack an avatar. Stinky has only accidentally popped in and rejects any requests to move himself out.

EDIT: Our favourite magician VisAnastasis persuaded Stinky to move out! And look how wondrously my brand new avatar she gave me (I mean VisAnastasis, not Stinky) looks! sta.sh/01qsmrd7vvr8

Stinky made the deal: he resides within devID.
Simple, Free Image and File Hosting at MediaFire

I still think I got a bargain.

Just think ho gorgeous the new avatar is!!! sta.sh/01qsmrd7vvr8

I'm not sure I should trust Stinky - it's Stinky after all - but I cannot resist the opportunity to wear this little miracle, at least for a time!




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Hi, beasties.

Looks like I'm ill. Will try to keep up, but please go easy on me, especially if the doctor I'm about to see grounds me.

Best regards,
Arlesienne - your personal madman

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Back to the same old place
Sweet home Chicago

The look out of the window barely changes with the foul weather. They call it the Windy City for a reason, she thinks, tucking herself deeper into the labcoat. It's nearly been six months, six months since she moved here. Hurt, disappointed, angry. Harborview was her turf, she made it what it is. And then DocWagon came, took her own turf from her. Offered to keep the post, they did, but who could consent to it? They do everything for profit, and Catherine Cutty taught her daughter well. Great-grandmother Alice would have smiled at that. So she built herself anew, this complex is her brainchild, and she has no regrets. Yes, regrets no longer.

A commlink startles.

"Chicago State Hospital," she drones out mechanically. "Cutty on the line, what do you-"

"Good evening to you, Lisa."

She wonders how much a man can change. He doesn't look the slightest the way he did a year ago. The pitiful scared creature she... persuaded to work for her? Gone, long gone. The commlink camera's view shows him on a bed, it's the room at The Garage, she reckons, splayed out in a bizarre pose. She knows she ought to remain serious, but curiosity takes the better off her.

"Why are you keeping your hands in buckets?"

His expression could sour milk. "Because I can gather blood for Breo."

"...Next question, why are you bleeding? Put some bandages on."

He gives her a puzzling look. "Do you know why I hate high heels even more fiercely now?" he asks. "Because the alpha bitch stabbed me with stilettos apparently equipped with injectors. I can't stem the bleeding and my hands are nearly unresponsive, so to save myself cleaning and be useful for Breo, I've buckets."

"You made it all out, yes?" A cold lump settles in her throat. They usually don't engage others. What happened? Are there safe? Screw Horizon, did they make it?

He nods, the face much paller than usual. He looks anaemic. So much blood lost. "Sorry I didn't call. Had to stay behind and get rid of evidence. The others did well, mind you," he adds with an unreadable expression. "But going off what you ordered me to haul to them, you had already known that."

"Imagine this - I didn't," she chuckles. "I recall Akino's parents. Used to work for my mother. Finding info on Crash was quite easy. He's got good references. Blue should do well, Chepí and Rift, I know through you. And that biodrone job. Thank you for playing their butler. Needed that."

"You only told me what's for each of them," he mutters. "No specifics. Like for Rift, 'Spells and reagents... Mostly spells and reagents,' you said. You have a bizarre definition of 'mostly'."

"She is a combat mage," she agrees. "She needs some other preps since her kit is predictably limited. A hidden vault of ages felt perfect for her."

"Not just for her, you know." There's a cold edge to it.

"What do you mean? Chepí and Blue received the smuggling pendants. They felt more flexible."

"I'm saying you knew perfectly what would help the most."

"My job," she makes a light shrug. It's a good feeling to hear she chose well. The difficulty of fixing remotely is that she has to rely on others to supervise directly. But for that, she has Zachary, Gael, Asuka, Maciej, Rory... Breo. She shudders at that.

"Tell me what I did wrong."

At first, it's so disjointed, she assumes she misheard that. She focuses back on him, taking the worn form in. She's no longer the wageslave she appropriated. He doesn't shrink away so much. The hair is simpler, less boyish, his posture less that of a bullying victim.

The big blue eyes have a sharp edge right now. How strange.

"Did wrong? You take care of the safehouse and kept the team together."

It's the benefit of friends back home. They can help her. He grew into the role most amiably. She no longer has to pay through the nose to keep tabs on things. It's not so far away, her Seattle from Chicago. She still feels at home in Seattle, but the Chi proves lucrative.

"I clearly pissed you off. First you're sending me there to clean up, then having me walk there with a random assortment of packages, turns out the contents are for them and I can't wrap my head round the fact you get that but can't toss a single nuyen to Żółty's leg fund after he got them blown off and ended up on a manual wheelchair for half a year before we collected enough money. That's an example."

She takes a deep breath. This is novel.

"Do you recall the first run you got me?" he asks with audible impatience with her prolonged silence. She nods, smiling a bit. This is safe grounds. "I do. Of course I do. Such a trainwreck."

"Glad you know it!" The voice is sardonic. "The job you coerced me into taking for the first time nearly killed Zee and you never even helped him secure a single bloody program. Reaper's malfunctioning knee and arm are our own issue, same with legs for Żółty, drones for him and Pumpkin, foci for Blackbird and Breo..." he enumerates, growing quieter. "Treating Breo..."

An unpleasant feeling settles in her gut.

"How is Breo doing?" she asks softly. It's a miracle he's still alive. The virus is a terrible curse, she reckons. But they're in the barrens. It's slightly easier to hide there than in Seattle Downtown. "I should have called more often."

"While you are at it, consider calling Alba. He's still not living in here and he planned it. Eh. Have you ever helped him? With a trainer? Got him spell formulae?"

"...No, what do you mean here?"

"You had us outfit Dex, yes? Asked for Zeta's deck here. We took good care of him." There is a poignant pause. "You never helped him out."

"Helped him out? Dex? You did."

"I'm talking about Zeta! You ensured him deckless and we had to jump through flaming hooks to afford a replacement. Does this ring a bell?"

"Zeta's a good man."

"Please do not change the topic."

"...I did not meant to do it," she backs down, feeling a bit less confident than usual. "They got lucrative handouts, you didn't, but you made it. I never had to tempt you. What is wrong? How does he get involved?" She sees him almost scoff, make an effort to stand up, only to plop back down with a pained hiss. "Truly? You do not get it?"

It hits her she's losing her control.

"Do you have money, Lisa?" he inquires, the tone cold and detached. "I see you nod. Perfect. So you invest in people. People like Blue and Chepí. And you safely afford it. Is this right?"

"Yes, it is."

"Do you notice the cognitive dissonance in this? In unequal treatment?"

"What is it?"

"Fine. Let me break it down for you." She wonders what happened to make his voice so steeled. "Every time he goes limp into coldsim, I fear he won't wake up because the deck he's riding, his grandmother wouldn't use. That an enemy spider will kill him, spike him into oblivion, because his hardware just won't be quick enough. You somehow easily afford blowing forty grand apiece on five people, but pretend you do not know Zee. I don't get why you value anyone so much higher when he's run for you for years and never let you down."

"Gael, I-"

"I told you not to call me that." She doesn't understand how he got rid of the introvert young man she recruited, the one terrified to the core when she mentioned she knew he was down on his luck and buying supplies to make do. He's changed, changed and she barely noticed, and now there's something desperate and hungry in there.

"Ducks, I can explain, I..."

"Have a good night, Lisa."

Back to the same old place
Sweet home Chicago



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It was supposed to be titled "Devolver Hacia Atrás", but DA would not accept it. Cutty is a complex character. She means well, but fails to keep up with things. She's a good person, but makes unlucky choices. Gael matures, changes, and she has to adjust her mindset.
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