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In ♆ ᗯᕮᒪᑕOᗰᕮ TO ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ♆ - [ ᗷIOSᕼOᑕK ᖇOᒪᕮᑭᒪᗩY ] - ᖇᕮᗷOOT → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


— ۵ ۞ ۵ —


"𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒹𝒾𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓎𝑒𝓉 𝒹𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔."



𝒢𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃

— ۵ ۞ ۵ —


Name:
Isaura Reese Eldars.

Nick-Names:
Issie, Saura, Reese.

Gender:
Female.

Age:
Eighteen Years Old.

Birthday:
21st of October.

Distinguishing Features:
Though never really talking about it without first needing to be asked, Isaura has a small (however meaningful) tattoo situated just behind her right ear; the tattoo itself both chosen and done without the knowledge, or even the permission of her sister- and while she knows Seraphina wouldn't exactly understand, she plans on getting another when she feels like the time is right. Aside from this, Isaura has both her ears pierced like a majority of girls her age.



𝑅𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃

— ۵ ۞ ۵ —


Relationship Status:
In A Relationship.

Sexuality:
Heterosexual/ Straight.

Partner:
Theodore James Colbeck.

Father:
Rion Eldars (Deceased).

Mother:
Erani Marie Eldars (Deceased).

Siblings:
Seraphina Eldars (Older Sister).

Pets:
Isaura both owns and cares for a beautiful white cat by the name of Amayia; the cat itself given to her by her sister after they moved from Australia to America.



𝒫𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃

— ۵ ۞ ۵ —


Personality:
♦ Extremely Kind-Hearted ♦ Rather Stubborn ♦ Overly Helpful ♦ Shy and Modest ♦ Exceedingly Mature ♦ Slightly Guarded ♦ Quite Bubbly ♦

Considered to be an extremely kind, and gentle old soul to all those she has the pleasure of meeting, Isaura is an exceedingly sweet and charming young lady; full of both grace and kindness, the rather dreamy-eyed girl is shown to care deeply for all those she believes herself to be close to, showering her friends and family with the love and affection she believes them to be deserving of, no matter who might think otherwise. So overly curious, and just full of life, Isaura tends to find herself (more often than not) walking into some sort of trouble, much to her older sister's dismay; the bubbly teenager's recently found confidence and self-belief in herself growing significantly over the years, despite the serious losses of her past, helping her to see the friends she has made as figures that are approachable, offering them both council and comfort whenever any of them seem to need it, oftentimes spending her nights (when the times become too hard to bear, or when the pain of missing her parents becomes too much) sitting in the company of her friends or sister, causing them to worry about her throughout the daytime whenever it seems she has returned back to her normal, cheerful self without so much as a word.

Though coming off as sometimes shy at first when a situation seems to overwhelm her, Isaura does her best to carry herself with both grace and dignity though the hardship that gets thrown her way thanks to the limited time she has left on Earth; the sweet-natured girl never really shows any signs that she is willing to allow her past, or her older sister's overly protective and cautious temperament to get in the way of her living her life the way that she wants to- the young woman never seeming to have any issues with putting herself out there for others to see, and having no problems whenever it comes to being an open book, or making friends; and as the years have passed her by, Isaura quickly learnt, and began to stand up for herself against those who try to put her down.

Unafraid to berate, or to challenge people in positions of power; Isaura has, over time, managed to confide in those that she trusts so completely that she oftentimes finds it quite difficult to express what it is that she truly feels within her heart, however, the fast-thinking young woman is quick to speak up, defending not only her friends, but also those of whom she believes are being treated unfairly against anyone who goes against what she believes in her heart, whether that be friend, family, or even foe. Although a kind and graceful soul, Isaura is known for being quite stubborn whenever it comes to something that she truly believes in; always choosing to stand up for it, rather than backing down once she has already made up her mind, usually making it near impossible to convince the girl otherwise.

Extremely mature, and oddly grown-up for her age thanks to living her whole life under the influence of her older sister, Isaura oftentimes does all that she can to not be, or be considered a 'burden' to those she cares about in her life; the young woman doing everything she can and more to help out her sister (cooking, cleaning, etc.) and friends (helping with homework, advice, etc.); even going so far as to sometimes choosing to put her own needs aside in favor of others, no matter how difficult the task may seem for her- the girl trying her best at everything, and anything that she seems to set her mind to. Seen to be exceedingly beautiful to all those who meet her, Isaura (more times than none) attracts the attention of many a person who crosses paths with her; whether they meet with one another on purpose, or by pure accident- though despite her undeniably inherited beauty, Isaura is not a vain young lady; the curious young woman always seeming to surprise those she holds dear to her heart, even when they themselves believe that they know everything about her, she always seems to find new ways to both stun and amaze them.

Coming across at times as being quietly confident, and extremely calm, Isaura has shown herself to be more than capable of becoming quite aggressive whenever her friends are shown to be in danger, or in the line of fire so to say; tremendously brave and courageous whenever the situation calls for her to be, the usually dreamy and extremely loyal young woman is unafraid to fight back against those doing wrong, however, she is quite quick to try and hide her more vulnerable side... to varying levels of success. Seen to be both a kind and gentle girl, Isaura sometimes tends to pull away from the company of others, becoming quite reserved and thoughtful, choosing instead to lose herself within her own mind, and oftentimes, in her own little world.

Unnaturally bright, and rather unique in her own way, Isaura has quite the aptitude for thinking outside of the box on general occasion; always seeming to come up with strange ideas that would otherwise be considered to be strange and impossible, however even with that, the young woman is always doing her best to stay positive... always going by the philosophy that you need to fight for the life that you want to live.

Likes:
✔ Animals of all kinds.
✔ Cuddling with her friends, and others she cares about.
✔ Hot chocolates and marshmallows.
✔ Strawberries and pomegranates.
✔ Music; especially singing and playing the piano.
✔ Travelling and the ocean.
✔ Reading (Fantasy mostly).
✔ Living the rest of her life to the fullest.

Dislikes:
✘ Not having her parents around.
✘ Being left completely alone.
✘ Being treated differently.
✘ People who underestimate or look down on her.
✘ Having to say goodbye to those she loves.
✘ Bullies, and people who abuse others.
✘ Being told what she can and can't do.

Biography:
Born the second child to her parents, Isaura was quickly pulled into, and raised with a deep respect towards both her homeland and heritage; the young girl both loved and cherished within her families home. Soon growing into a charming young girl, becoming more and more outgoing with each day that passed her by; Isaura's life was turned upside-down and brought to a complete standstill when she lost both of her parents in a tragic car accident.

Knowing full well that they both needed a fresh start, Seraphina gathered up Isaura and eventually, the both of them left Australia. Refusing to be separated from little sister after all that they had been through, Seraphina took on several jobs, gathering the money that the both of them needed and began to after, and raise Isaura in the way that their parents raised her. Years later, and now living as comfortably and as normal a life as she can given her circumstances, Isaura does all that she can to deal with the obstacles that life seems intent on throwing her way; the young woman determined to do all that she can to make sure that her older sister's hard work never goes to waste... even though she knows that the day she'll need to move on with her life, and say goodbye is coming.



𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓂𝒾𝒹 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃

— ۵ ۞ ۵ —


Plasmid One:
Name Of Plasmid: Unknown.
Color Of Plasmid: Blue.



Powers And Attributes: Unknown.

Plasmid Two:
Name Of Plasmid: Unknown.
Color Of Plasmid: Purple.



Powers And Attributes: Unknown.



𝒟𝑒𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝑅𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃

— ۵ ۞ ۵ —


Relationships Between Friends:
۞ Name of friend here ۞
"𝒮𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.


۞ Name of friend here ۞
"𝒮𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.


۞ Name of friend here ۞
"𝒮𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.


۞ Name of friend here ۞
"𝒮𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.


۞ Name of friend here ۞
"𝒮𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.


۞ Name of friend here ۞
"𝒮𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.


۞ Name of friend here ۞
"𝒮𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.


In ♆ ᗯᕮᒪᑕOᗰᕮ TO ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ♆ - [ ᗷIOSᕼOᑕK ᖇOᒪᕮᑭᒪᗩY ] - ᖇᕮᗷOOT → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




"I ᑕᕼOSᕮ Tᕼᕮ IᗰᑭOSSIᗷᒪᕮ. I ᑕᕼOSᕮ... ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ."




ᑕᑌᖇᖇᕮᑎT ᑕᕼᗩᖇᗩᑕTᕮᖇS:

♆ ISᗩᑌᖇᗩ ᖇᕮᕮSᕮ ᕮᒪᗪᗩᖇS
♆ TᕼᕮOᗪOᖇᕮ ᒍᗩᗰᕮS ᑕOᒪᗷᕮᑕK
♆ ᖇᕼᕮTT ᗷᕮᑕKᕮTT
♆ ᑎᗩᗪIᗩ ᖇᕮYᕮS
♆ ᒪᗩᐯᕮᑎᗩ KᕮᕮᒪIᗩ Ó ᖴᗩOᒪᗩIᑎ
♆ ?
♆ ?
♆ ?
♆ ?
♆ ?

ᕮᗩᑕᕼ ᑕᕼᗩᖇᗩᑕTᕮᖇ IS ᒪIᑎKᕮᗪ TO TᕼᕮIᖇ ᖇᕮSᑭᕮᑕTIᐯᕮ ᑕS'; ᗩᑎᗪ TᕼᕮᖇᕮᖴOᖇᕮ IS ᗩᗷᒪᕮ TO ᗷᕮ ᒪOOKᕮᗪ ᗩT, ᗩᑎᗪ ᕮ᙭ᑭᒪOᖇᕮᗪ ᗩT YOᑌᖇ Oᗯᑎ ᒪᕮISᑌᖇᕮ.
In ♆ ᗯᕮᒪᑕOᗰᕮ TO ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ♆ - [ ᗷIOSᕼOᑕK ᖇOᒪᕮᑭᒪᗩY ] - ᖇᕮᗷOOT → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
-- Character Plasmids --


VICIER
Isaura - Blue & Purple
Nadia - ? & ?
? - ? & ?


CAIT
Theodore - Green & Light Blue
Lavena - Dark Grey & Red


YOSHI
Rhett - Light Blue & Silver
Vivic - Orange & ?
Cyrus - Teal & ?
In ♆ ᗯᕮᒪᑕOᗰᕮ TO ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ♆ - [ ᗷIOSᕼOᑕK ᖇOᒪᕮᑭᒪᗩY ] - ᖇᕮᗷOOT → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
IᑎTᕮᖇᕮSTᕮᗪ Iᑎ ᒍOIᑎIᑎG..?
ᗰᕮSSᗩGᕮ ᗰᕮ Oᖇ Oᑎᕮ Oᖴ ᗰY ᑕO-Gᗰ'S..!

Gᗰ = ᐯIᑕIᕮᖇ.
ᑕO-Gᗰ = ᑕᗩITS.





"ᗩ ᗰᗩᑎ ᑕᕼOOSᕮS, ᗩ Sᒪᗩᐯᕮ OᗷᕮYS."




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“I ᗩᗰ ᗩᑎᗪᖇᕮᗯ ᖇYᗩᑎ... ᗩᑎᗪ I'ᗰ ᕼᕮᖇᕮ TO ᗩSK YOᑌ ᗩ ᑫᑌᕮSTIOᑎ.

IS ᗩ ᗰᗩᑎ ᑎOT ᕮᑎTITᒪᕮᗪ TO Tᕼᕮ SᗯᕮᗩT Oᖴ ᕼIS ᗷᖇOᗯ..? 'ᑎO!' SᗩYS Tᕼᕮ ᗰᗩᑎ Iᑎ ᗯᗩSᕼIᑎGTOᑎ, 'IT ᗷᕮᒪOᑎGS TO Tᕼᕮ ᑭOOᖇ'. 'ᑎO!' SᗩYS Tᕼᕮ ᗰᗩᑎ Iᑎ Tᕼᕮ ᐯᗩTIᑕᗩᑎ, 'IT ᗷᕮᒪOᑎGS TO GOᗪ'. 'ᑎO!' SᗩYS Tᕼᕮ ᗰᗩᑎ Iᑎ ᗰOSᑕOᗯ, 'IT ᗷᕮᒪOᑎGS TO ᕮᐯᕮᖇYOᑎᕮ'. I ᖇᕮᒍᕮᑕTᕮᗪ TᕼOSᕮ ᗩᑎSᗯᕮᖇS; IᑎSTᕮᗩᗪ, I ᑕᕼOSᕮ SOᗰᕮTᕼIᑎG ᗪIᖴᖴᕮᖇᕮᑎT- I ᑕᕼOSᕮ Tᕼᕮ IᗰᑭOSSIᗷᒪᕮ.

I ᑕᕼOSᕮ... ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ.

ᗩ ᑕITY ᗯᕼᕮᖇᕮ Tᕼᕮ ᗩᖇTIST ᗯOᑌᒪᗪ ᑎOT ᖴᕮᗩᖇ Tᕼᕮ ᑕᕮᑎSOᖇ... ᗯᕼᕮᖇᕮ Tᕼᕮ SᑕIᕮᑎTIST ᗯOᑌᒪᗪ ᑎOT ᗷᕮ ᗷOᑌᑎᗪ ᗷY ᑭᕮTTY ᗰOᖇᗩᒪITY- ᗯᕼᕮᖇᕮ Tᕼᕮ GᖇᕮᗩT ᗯOᑌᒪᗪ ᑎOT ᗷᕮ ᑕOᑎSTᖇᗩIᑎᕮᗪ ᗷY Tᕼᕮ Sᗰᗩᒪᒪ..! ᗩᑎᗪ ᗯITᕼ Tᕼᕮ SᗯᕮᗩT Oᖴ YOᑌᖇ ᗷᖇOᗯ; ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ᑕᗩᑎ ᗷᕮᑕOᗰᕮ YOᑌᖇ ᑕITY ᗩS ᗯᕮᒪᒪ.”

⁓ ᗩᑎᗪᖇᕮᗯ ᖇYᗩᑎ; ᑕᖇᕮᗩTOᖇ Oᖴ ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ.



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⥼ IᑎᖴOᖇᗰᗩTIOᑎ ᗩᗷOᑌT ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ⥽

ᗩ ᗰᗩSS ᑌᑎᗪᕮᖇᗯᗩTᕮᖇ ᑕITY; ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ (ᗩᒪSO KᑎOᗯᑎ ᗩS Tᕼᕮ "ᑎOᖇTᕼ ᗩTᒪᗩᑎTIᑕ ᑭᖇOᒍᕮᑕT" Oᖇ "Tᕼᕮ ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ᑕOᒪOᑎY") ᗯᗩS ᖴOᖇGᕮᗪ TᕼᖇOᑌGᕼ Tᕼᕮ ᑭᕮᖇSOᑎᗩᒪ ᗪᖇᕮᗩᗰS Oᖴ ᗩᑎᗪᖇᕮᗯ ᖇYᗩᑎ Iᑎ Oᖇᗪᕮᖇ TO ᑕᖇᕮᗩTᕮ ᗩ STᖇOᑎG ᗩᑎᗪ ᗷᕮᗩᑌTIᖴᑌᒪ ᑕᗩᑭITᗩᒪIST SOᑕIᕮTY ᖴᖇᕮᕮ Oᖴ ᗩᒪᒪ ᖇᕮᒪIGIOᑌS ᗩᑎᗪ GOᐯᕮᖇᑎᗰᕮᑎT IᑎTᕮᖇᖴᕮᖇᕮᑎᑕᕮ, ᗩᗯᗩY ᖴᖇOᗰ Tᕼᕮ ᑭOST-ᗯᗩᖇ ᗩᑎ᙭IᕮTIᕮS Oᖴ ᗯOᖇᒪᗪ ᗯᗩᖇ II- ᗩ ᑭᒪᗩᑕᕮ ᗯᕼᕮᖇᕮ ᗩᑎY ᑕITIᘔᕮᑎ ᑕOᑌᒪᗪ ᗩᑕᕼIᕮᐯᕮ ᖴOᖇ ᕼIS Oᖇ ᕼᕮᖇ Oᗯᑎ ᑭᕮᖇSOᑎᗩᒪ GᗩIᑎ, ᖇᗩTᕼᕮᖇ Tᕼᗩᑎ ᒍᑌST ᖴOᖇ Tᕼᕮ ᗩᒪTᑌᖇISTIᑕ ᖴᑌᒪᖴIᒪᒪᗰᕮᑎT Oᖴ Tᕼᕮ ᗯᗩᑎTS Oᖴ OTᕼᕮᖇS. ᕮSTᗩᗷᒪISᕼᕮᗪ Oᑎ Tᕼᕮ 5Tᕼ Oᖴ ᑎOᐯᕮᗰᗷᕮᖇ, 1946; ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ᗯᗩS ᗩ ᑭᒪᗩᑕᕮ ᗯᕼᕮᖇᕮ Tᕼᕮ ᗯOᖇᒪᗪS ᗷᕮST ᗩᑎᗪ ᗷᖇIGᕼTᕮST ᗯOᑌᒪᗪ ᗷᕮ GᖇᗩᑎTᕮᗪ ᗷOTᕼ ᖴᖇᕮᕮᗪOᗰ Oᖴ ᗯIᒪᒪ, ᗩᑎᗪ Oᖴ ᑕᕼOIᑕᕮ, ᗩᑎᗪ IᑎSTᕮᗩᗪ Oᖴ ᗩᗷIᗪIᑎG ᗷY Tᕼᕮ TᖇᗩᗪITIOᑎS ᗩᑎᗪ Tᕼᕮ ᗰOᖇᗩᒪ SYSTᕮᗰS IᗰᑭOSᕮᗪ ᗷY Tᕼᕮ GOᐯᕮᖇᑎᗰᕮᑎT, ᖇᕮᒪIGIOᑌS ᗩᑎᗪ OTᕼᕮᖇ IᑎSTITᑌTIOᑎS, ᐯᗩᒪᑌᕮS Sᑌᑕᕼ ᗩS ᒪOGIᑕ ᗩᑎᗪ SᑕIᕮᑎTIᖴIᑕ ᖇᕮᗩSOᑎ ᗯᕮᖇᕮ TO GᑌIᗪᕮ Tᕼᕮ IᑎᕼᗩᗷITᗩᑎTS Iᑎ TᕼᕮIᖇ ᑭᑌᖇSᑌIT Oᖴ ᗩᑕᕼIᕮᐯᕮᗰᕮᑎT ᗩᑎᗪ ᑭᖇOGᖇᕮSS.

TᕼIS ᗯOᑌᒪᗪ-ᗷᕮ ᑌTOᑭIᗩ, ᕼOᗯᕮᐯᕮᖇ, ᕼᗩᗪ ITS ᖴᒪᗩᗯS.

ᗯITᕼIᑎ ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ'S ᑭᑌᖇᕮᒪY ᑕᗩᑭITᗩᒪISTIᑕ SOᑕIᕮTY, Tᕼᕮᖇᕮ ᗯᕮᖇᕮ ᑎO ᑭᑌᗷᒪIᑕᒪY ᖴᑌᑎᗪᕮᗪ SOᑕIᗩᒪ ᑭᖇOGᖇᗩᗰS, ᕮᐯᕮᖇYTᕼIᑎG ᗯITᕼIᑎ Tᕼᕮ ᑕITY ᗯᗩS ᑭᖇIᐯᗩTᕮᒪY Oᗯᑎᕮᗪ ᗩᑎᗪ ᖇᑌᑎ, IᑎᑕᒪᑌᗪIᑎG Tᕼᕮ ᑕITIᕮS ᖴOOᗪ SᑌᑭᑭᒪY, ᕼᕮᗩᒪTᕼ ᑕᗩᖇᕮ, SᗩᑎITᗩTIOᑎ, ᕮᐯᕮᑎ Tᕼᕮ O᙭YGᕮᑎ SᑌᑭᑭᒪY; ᗷOTᕼ Tᕼᕮ ᑭOᒪIᑕᕮ ᗩᑎᗪ ᖴIᖇᕮ ᗪᕮᑭᗩᖇTᗰᕮᑎTS ᗯᕮᖇᕮ SᑌᗷSᑕᖇIᑭTIOᑎ-ᗷᗩSᕮᗪ, ᑭᖇIᐯᗩTᕮᒪY Oᗯᑎᕮᗪ ᑕOᗰᑭᗩᑎIᕮS (ᑭOᑭᑭᗩᗪOᑭOᒪIS ᑭOᒪIᑕᕮ ᗪᕮᑭᗩᖇTᗰᕮᑎT ᗩᑎᗪ ᖴOᑎTᗩIᑎᕮ ᖴIᖇᕮ ᖴIGᕼTᕮᖇS)- Tᕼᕮᖇᕮ ᗯᕮᖇᕮ ᒪᕮSS ᖇᕮSTᖇIᑕTᕮᗪ ᑎOᖇᗰS ᖴOᖇ ᗷᑌSIᑎᕮSSᕮS ᗩᑎᗪ ᒪᗩᗷOᖇ, OᑭᕮᑎᒪY ᗩᒪᒪOᗯIᑎG ᑌᑎSᑕᖇᑌᑭᑌᒪOᑌS ᗷᑌSIᑎᕮSS ᑭᖇᗩᑕTIᑕᕮS, ᗯITᕼ ᑕOᗰᑭᕮTITIOᑎ ᗩᑎᗪ ᑕᑌSTOᗰᕮᖇ'S ᑕᕼOIᑕᕮ ᗷᗩᒪᗩᑎᑕIᑎG OᑌT Tᕼᕮ ᗰᗩᖇKᕮT.

ᗷᑌT ᗯITᕼ TᕼᗩT, ᑕᗩᗰᕮ ᗩ ᑭᖇIᑕᕮ...

TᕼIS SYSTᕮᗰ ᑫᑌIᑕKᒪY ᗩᒪIᕮᑎᗩTᕮᗪ ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ'S ᒪᕮSS ᖴOᖇTᑌᑎᗩTᕮ ᑕITIᘔᕮᑎS, ᗯᕼO ᗯᕼᕮᑎ ᕼᗩᖇᗪ TIᗰᕮS ᑕᗩᗰᕮ, ᗷᕮGᗩᑎ TO ᖇᕮSᕮᑎT ᖇYᗩᑎ'S SOᑕIᕮTY ᗩS ᗷOTᕼ ᑕOᒪᗪ-ᕼᕮᗩᖇTᕮᗪ ᗩᑎᗪ ᕮᒪITIST. ᗩᑎᗪᖇᕮᗯ ᖇYᗩᑎ'S ᕼOSTIᒪITY ᗩᑎᗪ ᑭᗩᖇᗩᑎOIᗩ Oᖴ Tᕼᕮ "ᑭᗩᖇᗩSITᕮS", ᗩᑎᗪ OTᕼᕮᖇS ᕮ᙭ᑭᒪOITIᑎG ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ'S ᖴᖇᕮᕮᗪOᗰS TO SᕮIᘔᕮ ᑭOᗯᕮᖇ ᕮᐯᕮᑎTᑌᗩᒪᒪY ᖇᕮSᑌᒪTᕮᗪ Iᑎ ᑎOT OᑎᒪY ᖇYᗩᑎ'S ᗪOᗯᑎᖴᗩᒪᒪ, ᗷᑌT ᗩᒪSO TᕼᗩT Oᖴ ᕼIS ᑕITY- ᖇYᗩᑎ ISSᑌᕮᗪ ᗩᑎ ᕮᗪIᑕT, ᑕᑌTTIᑎG ᗩᒪᒪ ᑕOᑎTᗩᑕT ᗯITᕼ Tᕼᕮ OᑌTSIᗪᕮ ᗯOᖇᒪᗪ ᗯᕼIᑕᕼ ᗯᗩS Iᑎ Tᕼᕮ ᗰIᗪST Oᖴ Tᕼᕮ ᑕOᒪᗪ ᗯᗩᖇ, ᗪOIᑎG ᕮᐯᕮᖇYTᕼIᑎG ᖇᕮᑫᑌIᖇᕮᗪ ᖴOᖇ Tᕼᕮ ᑕITIᕮS SᗩᖴᕮTY ᗷY KᕮᕮᑭIᑎG ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ'S ᕮ᙭ISTᕮᑎᑕᕮ SᕮᑕᖇᕮT... TᕼIS ᕮᑎᗩᗷᒪᕮᗪ ᗩ ᗰᗩᑎ ᗷY Tᕼᕮ ᑎᗩᗰᕮ Oᖴ ᖴᖇᗩᑎK ᖴOᑎTᗩIᑎᕮ TO ᗷᑌIᒪᗪ ᗩ ᑕᖇIᗰIᑎᗩᒪ ᕮᗰᑭIᖇᕮ TᕼᖇOᑌGᕼ SᗰᑌGGᒪIᑎG, ᗩᑎᗪ TO Tᕼᕮᑎ ᑕᖇᕮᗩTᕮ, ᗩᑎᗪ ᖇᑌᑎ Tᕼᕮ SOᑕIᕮTY-TᖇᗩᑎSᖴOᖇᗰIᑎG ᗩᗪᗩᗰ IᑎᗪᑌSTᖇY. TᕼOᑌGᕼ ᑌᑎᒪIKᕮ Tᕼᕮ ᑕᗩᑭITᗩᒪISTIᑕ ᖇYᗩᑎ, Tᕼᕮ ᗰOᗷSTᕮᖇ ᑕOᑌᒪᗪ ᑎOT ᗷᕮ SᗩTISᖴIᕮᗪ ᗷY TᕼIᑎGS Sᑌᑕᕼ ᗩS ᗰᕮᖇᕮ ᗰᗩTᕮᖇIᗩᒪ ᗯᕮᗩᒪTᕼ— ᕼᕮ ᗯᗩᑎTᕮᗪ ᗰOᖇᕮ... ᕼᕮ ᗯᗩᑎTᕮᗪ ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ TO ᗷᕮ ᕼIS TO ᑕOᑎTᖇOᒪ ᑕOᗰᑭᒪᕮTᕮᒪY.

IT ᗯᗩS ᗪᑌᖇIᑎG TᕼIS TIᗰᕮ TᕼᗩT ᗩ ᑎᕮᗯ ᑎᗩᗰᕮ ᗩᖇOSᕮ... ᗩᑎᗪ ᗯᕼᕮᑎ ᗩ ᗰᗩᑎ ᗷY Tᕼᕮ ᑎᗩᗰᕮ Oᖴ ᗩTᒪᗩS ᗯOᑌᒪᗪ Tᕼᕮᑎ GO Oᑎ TO STᗩᖇT ᗩ ᑕIᐯIᒪ ᗯᗩᖇ ᗯITᕼIᑎ Tᕼᕮ ᑕITY ᕮᐯᕮᑎTᑌᗩᒪᒪY ᒪᕮᗩᗪIᑎG ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ TO ᖇᑌIᑎ ᑌᑎᗪᕮᖇ Tᕼᕮ ᗩᗪᗪIᑕTIOᑎ Oᖴ ᗩᗪᗩᗰ.



ᑭᒪᕮᗩSᕮ ᑎOTᕮ: ᒪOᑕᗩTᕮᗪ ᗩT 63° 2' ᑎ, 29° 55' ᗯ; ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ IS ᑭᒪᗩᑕᕮᗪ ᗩT ᗩᗷOᑌT 433 KIᒪOᗰᕮTᕮᖇS ᗯᕮST Oᖴ Iᑕᕮᒪᗩᑎᗪ'S ᑕᗩᑭITᗩᒪ, ᖇᕮYKᒍᗩᐯIK.

⥼ ᑕOᑎSTᖇᑌᑕTIOᑎ & ᑭᒪᗩᑕᕮS Oᖴ IᑎTᕮᖇᕮST ⥽

ᑕOᗰᗰᕮᑎᑕIᑎG ᒪᗩTᕮ Iᑎ Tᕼᕮ Yᕮᗩᖇ 1945, ᗩᑎᗪᖇᕮᗯ ᖇYᗩᑎ ᑕOᑎTᖇᗩᑕTᕮᗪ ᗩ ᒪᗩᖇGᕮ SᕮᖇIᕮS Oᖴ ᑕOᗰᑭᗩᑎIᕮS Iᑎ Oᖇᗪᕮᖇ TO ᗷᕮGIᑎ ᑕOᑎSTᖇᑌᑕTIOᑎ Oᖴ ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ; ᖇYᗩᑎ, ᗩᒪOᑎG ᗯITᕼ ᕼIS ᗩSSOᑕIᗩTᕮS, ᕼᗩᑭᑭᕮᑎᕮᗪ TO Sᕮᑕᑌᖇᕮ Tᕼᕮ ᗰᗩᑎᑌᖴᗩᑕTᑌᖇIᑎG ᗰᗩTᕮᖇIᗩᒪS Iᑎ SᕮᑕᖇᕮT SO ᗩS TO ᗩᐯOIᗪ ᑌᑎᗯᗩᑎTᕮᗪ ᗩTTᕮᑎTIOᑎ ᖴᖇOᗰ Tᕼᕮ ᑭᖇYIᑎG ᕮYᕮS Oᖴ Tᕼᕮ GOᐯᕮᖇᑎᗰᕮᑎT ᗩᑎᗪ OTᕼᕮᖇ OᖇGᗩᑎIᘔᗩTIOᑎS TᕼᗩT ᗯISᕼᕮᗪ TO ᗪO Tᕼᕮᗰ ᕼᗩᖇᗰ. TᖇᗩᑎSᑭOᖇTᕮᗪ TᕼOᑌSᗩᑎᗪS Oᖴ ᗰIᒪᕮS IᑎTO Tᕼᕮ ᑎOᖇTᕼ ᗩTᒪᗩᑎTIᑕ ᗷY SᕼIᑭS ᗰᑌᑕᕼ ᒪIKᕮ Tᕼᕮ OᒪYᗰᑭIᗩᑎ, Tᕼᕮ ᗰᗩTᕮᖇIᗩᒪS ᗯᕮᖇᕮ Tᕼᕮᑎ SᑌᗷᗰᕮᖇGᕮᗪ TO Tᕼᕮ Oᑕᕮᗩᑎ ᖴᒪOOᖇ ᐯIᗩ ᗩ ᒪᗩᖇGᕮ STᗩTᕮ-Oᖴ-Tᕼᕮ-ᗩᖇT SᑌᗷᗰᕮᖇSIᗷᒪᕮ ᑭᒪᗩTᖴOᖇᗰ ᑎIᑕKᑎᗩᗰᕮᗪ "Tᕼᕮ SIᑎKᕮᖇ", ᗯᕼᕮᖇᕮ ᗪᕮᕮᑭ Sᕮᗩ ᗯᕮᒪᗪᕮᖇS ᗩᑎᗪ ᗰᕮᑕᕼᗩᑎIᑕS SᕮT TO ᗯOᖇK ᑕᖇᕮᗩTIᑎG Tᕼᕮ ᖴOᑌᑎᗪᗩTIOᑎ ᖴOᖇ Tᕼᕮ ᑕITY; SIᑎKIᑎG ᑭIᒪIᑎGS ᗩᑎᗪ GIᖇᗪᕮᖇS ᗪᕮᕮᑭ IᑎTO Tᕼᕮ ᖇOᑕK ᗩᑎᗪ SIᒪT Oᖴ Tᕼᕮ Oᑕᕮᗩᑎ ᖴᒪOOᖇ.

ᗰᗩᑎᗩGIᑎG TO ᑭᕮᖇᗰᗩᑎᕮᑎTᒪY ᗩᑎᑕᕼOᖇ "Tᕼᕮ SIᑎKᕮᖇ" TO Tᕼᕮ Sᕮᗩ'S ᗷOTTOᗰ; ᑭᖇᕮ-ᖴᗩᗷᖇIᑕᗩTᕮᗪ ᗷᑌIᒪᗪIᑎGS ᗯITᕼ ᗩᒪᑌᗰIᑎIᑌᗰ ᖴᖇᗩᗰᕮS ᗯᕮᖇᕮ ᗩSSᕮᗰᗷᒪᕮᗪ ᑎᕮᗩᖇ Tᕼᕮ Sᑌᖇᖴᗩᑕᕮ ᗷᕮᖴOᖇᕮ ᗷᕮIᑎG ᗷOTᕼ SᑌᗷᗰᑌᖇGᕮᗪ ᗩᑎᗪ ᒪOᗯᕮᖇᕮᗪ ᑌSIᑎG ᒪᑌᑎᕮTTᕮ ᖇIᑎGS, ᗩᑎᗪ ᗩᑎᑕᕼOᖇᕮᗪ ᗪOᗯᑎ IᑎTO Tᕼᕮ ᖴOᑌᑎᗪᗩTIOᑎS, TᕼIS ᑕᖇᕮᗩTIᑎG Tᕼᕮ ᗷᕮᗩᑌTIᖴᑌᒪ ᗩᖇT ᗪᕮᑕO ᗰᕮTᖇOᑭOᒪIS ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ IS KᑎOᗯᑎ ᖴOᖇ- ᗩᑎᗪ ᗷY Tᕼᕮ 5Tᕼ Oᖴ ᑎOᐯᕮᗰᗷᕮᖇ, 1946, ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ᕼᗩᗪ ᗷᕮGᑌᑎ TO ᖇᕮᑕᕮIᐯᕮ Tᕼᕮ ᖴIᖇST Oᖴ ITS ᑎᕮᗯ ᖇᕮSIᗪᕮᑎTS.

Tᕼᕮ ᗰᗩᒍOᖇ ᑕOᑎSTᖇᑌᑕTIOᑎ ᑭᕮᖇIOᗪ Oᖴ ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ᑕOᑎTIᑎᑌᕮᗪ Oᑎ ᑌᑎTIᒪ Tᕼᕮ ᕮᑎᗪ Oᖴ Tᕼᕮ 1940S, ᗯITᕼ ᐯᗩᖇIOᑌS Sᗰᗩᒪᒪᕮᖇ ᑭᖇOᒍᕮᑕTS ᑕOᑎTIᑎᑌIᑎG ᗷOTᕼ Iᑎ ᗩᑎᗪ ᗩᖇOᑌᑎᗪ Tᕼᕮ ᑕITY ᑌᑎTIᒪ ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ'S ᑕOᑎSTᖇᑌᑕTIOᑎ ᗯᗩS ᕮᐯᕮᑎTᑌᗩᒪᒪY ᑕOᗰᑭᒪᕮTᕮᗪ Iᑎ 1951. ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ IS ᑎOᗯ ᕼOᗰᕮ TO ᗰᗩᑎY ᗩ ᗪIᖴᖴᕮᖇᕮᑎT ᒪOᑕᗩTIOᑎ TᕼᖇOᑌGᕼOᑌT Tᕼᕮ ᑕITY, ᕮᗩᑕᕼ ᗯITᕼ IT'S Oᗯᑎ ᑌᑎIᑫᑌᕮ Tᕼᕮᗰᕮ ᗩᑎᗪ ᗩᑭᑭᕮᗩᖇᗩᑎᑕᕮ.



⥼ ᗷᑌSIᑎᕮSSᕮS Iᑎ ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ⥽

Oᑎᑕᕮ ᕼOᗰᕮ TO ᗰᗩᑎY ᗩ ᕼOᑭᕮᖴᑌᒪ ᑕITIᘔᕮᑎ, ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ᕼOᑌSᕮS ᗰᗩᑎY ᗪIᖴᖴᕮᖇᕮᑎT ᗷᑌSIᑎᕮSSᕮS ᗩᑎᗪ ᗯOᖇKᑭᒪᗩᑕᕮS TᕼᗩT ᗯᕮᖇᕮ Oᑎᑕᕮ ᗷᖇIᗰᗰIᑎG ᗯITᕼ ᒪIᖴᕮ, ᗩᑎᗪ ᖇᑌᑎ ᗷY ᗪIᖴᖴᕮᖇᕮᑎT ᖴIGᑌᖇᕮ ᕼᕮᗩᗪS ᗯITᕼIᑎ Tᕼᕮ ᑕITY, OᖴᖴᕮᖇIᑎG ᗰᗩᑎY ᗩ ᗪIᖴᖴᕮᖇᕮᑎT SᕮᖇᐯIᑕᕮS TO TᕼOSᕮ ᗯᕼO ᒪIᐯᕮ ᗯITᕼIᑎ Tᕼᕮ ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ᑕOᗰᗰᑌᑎITY- ᑕOᗰᑭᗩᑎIᕮS TᕼᗩT ᗯᕮᖇᕮ ᖴOᑌᑎᗪᕮᗪ Iᑎ ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ:

ᗩTᒪᗩᑎTIᑕ ᕮ᙭ᑭᖇᕮSS ⁓ ᖇᗩIᒪᗯᗩY TᖇᗩᑎSᑭOᖇTᗩTIOᑎ ᖴOᖇ ᑕITIᘔᕮᑎS TᕼᗩT ᗯᗩS ᗪᕮᑕOᗰᗰISSIOᑎᕮᗪ YᕮᗩᖇS ᑭᖇᕮᐯIOᑌS ᗩᑎᗪ SᑌᑭᕮᖇSᕮᗪᕮᗪ ᗷY Tᕼᕮ ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ᗰᕮTᖇO SYSTᕮᗰ. ᖴOᑌᑎᗪᕮᗪ ᗷY ᑭᖇᕮᑎTIᑕᕮ ᗰIᒪᒪ Tᕼᕮᑎ ᗷOᑌGᕼT ᗷY ᗩᑌSTᕮᑎ ᗷᗩTᕼYSᑭᕼᕮᖇᕮ.
ᑕIᖇᑕᑌS Oᖴ ᐯᗩᒪᑌᕮS ⁓ ᐯᕮᑎᗪIᑎG ᗰᗩᑕᕼIᑎᕮ ᑕOᗰᑭᗩᑎY TᕼᗩT SᕮᒪᒪS ᐯᗩᖇIOᑌS ITᕮᗰS (ᗩᗰOᑎG Tᕼᕮᗰ, ᗩᗰᗰᑌᑎITIOᑎ ᑌSᕮᗪ ᗪᑌᖇIᑎG Tᕼᕮ ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ᑕIᐯIᒪ ᗯᗩᖇ). Oᗯᑎᕮᗪ ᗷY ᒪᒪOYᗪ ᗯᕮᗷSTᕮᖇ.
ᕮᒪ ᗩᗰᗰO ᗷᗩᑎᗪITO ⁓ ᐯᕮᑎᗪIᑎG ᗰᗩᑕᕼIᑎᕮS ᖴOᖇ ᗯᕮᗩᑭOᑎS ᗩᑎᗪ ᗩᗰᗰᑌᑎITIOᑎ.
ᖴOᑎTᗩIᑎᕮ ᖴᑌTᑌᖇISTIᑕS ⁓ ᗰᗩIᑎᒪY ᑭᒪᗩSᗰIᗪ ᗩᑎᗪ TOᑎIᑕ ᑭᖇOᗪᑌᑕTIOᑎ ᖴᗩᑕIᒪITIᕮS. ᖴOᑌᑎᗪᕮᗪ ᗷY ᖴᖇᗩᑎK ᖴOᑎTᗩIᑎᕮ ᗷᕮᖴOᖇᕮ ᗷᕮIᑎG ᑎᗩTIOᑎᗩᒪIᘔᕮᗪ ᗷY ᖇYᗩᑎ IᑎᗪᑌSTᖇIᕮS, ᗷY Oᖇᗪᕮᖇ Oᖴ Tᕼᕮ ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ᑕᕮᑎTᖇᗩᒪ ᑕOᑌᑎᑕIᒪ.
ᖴOᑎTᗩIᑎᕮ'S ⁓ ᗩ ᒪᗩᐯISᕼ SᕼOᑭᑭIᑎG ᑕᕮᑎTᕮᖇ Oᗯᑎᕮᗪ ᗷY ᖴᖇᗩᑎK ᖴOᑎTᗩIᑎᕮ, SᕮᒪᒪIᑎG ᗰᗩᑎY Oᖴ ᕼIS ᑭᖇOᗪᑌᑕTS Sᑌᑕᕼ ᗩS ᗰᕮᑎ ᗩᑎᗪ ᒪᗩᗪIᕮS ᑕᒪOTᕼᕮS, ᑭᒪᗩSᗰIᗪS Oᖇ ᕼOᗰᕮ ᕮᒪᕮᑕTᖇOᑎIᑕS. Tᕼᕮ ᗪᕮᑭᗩᖇTᗰᕮᑎT STOᖇᕮ ᗷᑌIᒪᗪIᑎGS ᗯᕮᖇᕮ ᑕOᑎᐯᕮᖇTᕮᗪ IᑎTO ᗩ ᑭᖇISOᑎ ᖴOᖇ ᖴOᑎTᗩIᑎᕮ'S SᑭᒪIᑕᕮᗪ ᖴOᒪᒪOᗯᕮᖇS ᗩᖴTᕮᖇ ᕼIS ᗪᕮᗩTᕼ.
GᗩTᕼᕮᖇᕮᖇ'S Gᗩᖇᗪᕮᑎ ⁓ ᐯᕮᑎᗪIᑎG ᗰᗩᑕᕼIᑎᕮ ᖴOᖇ GᕮᑎᕮTIᑕ ᑌᑭGᖇᗩᗪᕮS. TᕼIS ᗷᑌSIᑎᕮSS ᗪᕮᗩᒪT ᗯITᕼ ᗩᗪᗩᗰ ᗩS ᑕᑌᖇᖇᕮᑎᑕY, ᑎOT ᑕOᗰᗰOᑎ ᗰOᑎᕮY. ᗷᕮᒪOᑎGS TO ᖇYᗩᑎ IᑎᗪᑌSTᖇIᕮS.
ᒍᕮT-ᑭOSTᗩᒪ ⁓ Tᕼᕮ ᗰᗩIᑎ ᑕITYᗯIᗪᕮ SYSTᕮᗰ ᖴOᖇ ᗪISTᖇIᗷᑌTIᑎG ᗰᗩIᒪ ᗩᑎᗪ ᑭᗩᖇᑕᕮᒪS TᕼᖇOᑌGᕼ ᑭᑎᕮᑌᗰO TᑌᗷᕮS.
ᑭOᗯᕮᖇ TO Tᕼᕮ ᑭᕮOᑭᒪᕮ ⁓ ᖴᖇᕮᕮ ᐯᕮᑎᗪIᑎG ᗰᗩᑕᕼIᑎᕮS ᖴOᖇ ᑕᑌSTOᗰ ᗯᕮᗩᑭOᑎS ᑌᑭGᖇᗩᗪᕮS. ᗷᕮᒪOᑎGS TO ᖴOᑎTᗩIᑎᕮ ᖴᑌTᑌᖇISTIᑕS.
ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ᑕᕮᑎTᖇᗩᒪ ᑕOᗰᑭᑌTIᑎG ⁓ ᑕOᗰᑭᑌTIᑎG ᗩᑎᗪ ᑕᗩᒪᑕᑌᒪᗩTIOᑎ ᗪᗩTᗩ ᑕᕮᑎTᕮᖇ ᖴOᖇ ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ. ᑭᕮᖇᖴOᖇᗰS ᑕOᗰᑭᑌTᗩTIOᑎS ᖴOᖇ OTᕼᕮᖇ ᗷᑌSIᑎᕮSSᕮS ᗩᑎᗪ OᑭᕮᖇᗩTᕮS ᗩᑎᗪ ᗰᗩᑎᗩGᕮS ᗩᑌTOᗰᗩTᕮᗪ SYSTᕮᗰS Oᖴ ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ TᕼᖇOᑌGᕼ Tᕼᕮ TᕼIᑎKᕮᖇ. ᑕO-ᖴOᑌᑎᗪᕮᗪ ᗷY ᑕᕼᗩᖇᒪᕮS ᗰIᒪTOᑎ ᑭOᖇTᕮᖇ ᗩᑎᗪ ᖇᕮᕮᗪ ᗯᗩᕼᒪ.
ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ᗰᕮTᖇO ⁓ ᗩ ᑕOᑎSOᒪIᗪᗩTᕮᗪ TᖇᗩᑎSᑭOᖇTᗩTIOᑎ SYSTᕮᗰ ᑕᗩᖇᖇYIᑎG ᑕITIᘔᕮᑎS TO ᗩᖇᕮᗩS Oᖴ Tᕼᕮ ᑕITY. ᖴOᑌᑎᗪᕮᗪ ᗷY ᗩᑎTOᑎ KIᑎKᗩIᗪᕮ.
ᖇYᗩᑎ IᑎᗪᑌSTᖇIᕮS ⁓ ᑕOᑎSTᖇᑌᑕTIOᑎ, ᑌTIᒪITIᕮS ᗩᑎᗪ ᑭᖇOᗪᑌᑕT ᗪᕮᐯᕮᒪOᑭᗰᕮᑎT. ᖴOᑌᑎᗪᕮᗪ ᗷY ᗩᑎᗪᖇᕮᗯ ᖇYᗩᑎ.
SᕮᑕᑌᖇIS ⁓ ᑕOᑎSTᖇᑌᑕTIOᑎ ᑕOᗰᑭᗩᑎY ᖴOᖇ ᗷᑌᒪKᕼᕮᗩᗪ ᗪOOᖇS ᗩᑎᗪ ᗩIᖇᒪOᑕKS Oᖴ Tᕼᕮ ᑕITY.
SIᑎᑕᒪᗩIᖇ SOᒪᑌTIOᑎS ⁓ ᑭᖇOᐯIᗪᕮS ᐯᗩᖇIOᑌS SᕮᖇᐯIᑕᕮS TO ᗷᑌSIᑎᕮSSᕮS ᗩᑎᗪ IᑎᗪIᐯIᗪᑌᗩᒪS, Iᑎ ᑭᗩᖇTIᑕᑌᒪᗩᖇ ᑭᒪᗩSᗰIᗪ ᗩᑎᗪ Gᕮᑎᕮ TOᑎIᑕ TᕮSTIᑎG ᖴOᖇ OTᕼᕮᖇ ᑕOᗰᑭᗩᑎIᕮS Sᑌᑕᕼ ᗩS ᖴOᑎTᗩIᑎᕮ ᖴᑌTᑌᖇISTIᑕS ᖴIᖇST, Tᕼᕮᑎ ᖇYᗩᑎ IᑎᗪᑌSTᖇIᕮS. ᖴOᑌᑎᗪᕮᗪ ᗷY ᗩᑌGᑌSTᑌS SIᑎᑕᒪᗩIᖇ.

⥼ ᖇᕮᒪIGIOᑌS ᗷᕮᒪIᕮᖴS & ᑭᕼIᒪOSOᑭᕼIᕮS ⥽

ᖴOᑌᑎᗪ Iᑎ ᗩ ᖇᗩTᕼᕮᖇ ᕼᕮᗩTᕮᗪ ᑭᑌᗷᒪIᑕ ᗪᕮᗷᗩTᕮ ᗩGᗩIᑎST SOᖴIᗩ ᒪᗩᗰᗷ; ᗩᑎᗪᖇᕮᗯ ᖇYᗩᑎ ᗷᕮᒪIᕮᐯᕮS TᕼᗩT IᑎᗪIᐯIᗪᑌᗩᒪS ᕼᗩᐯᕮ ᗩ ᖇIGᕼT TO ᖇᕮᒪIGIOᑎ, TᕼOᑌGᕼ OᑎᒪY Iᑎ ᑭᖇIᐯᗩTᕮ, ᗩᑎᗪ TᕼᗩT Tᕼᕮᖇᕮ ᗯᕮᖇᕮ ᑎOT TO ᗷᕮ ᗩᑎY Sᑌᑕᕼ ᑭᑌᗷᒪIᑕ IᑎSTITᑌTIOᑎS Iᑎ ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ- Tᕼᕮ ᖴOᒪᒪOᗯIᑎG ᗩᖇᕮ Tᕼᕮ ᖴIᐯᕮ ᗰᗩᒍOᖇ ᗷᕮᒪIᕮᖴ SYSTᕮᗰS TᕼᗩT ᗩᖇᕮ ᕼᕮᒪᗪ ᗷY Tᕼᕮ ᑕITIᘔᕮᑎS Oᖴ Tᕼᕮ ᑕITY:

Tᕼᕮ ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ᖴᗩᗰIᒪY ⁓ ᕮᐯᕮᖇYOᑎᕮ OᗯᕮS ᕮᗩᑕᕼ OTᕼᕮᖇ ᗩ SᕮᑎSᕮ Oᖴ ᑌᑎITY ᗩᑎᗪ ᗷᖇOTᕼᕮᖇᕼOOᗪ. TᕼIS ᗯᗩS Tᕼᕮ ᗰOST ᖇᕮᑕᕮᑎT ᑕᑌᒪT TO ᕼᗩᐯᕮ ᗩᑭᑭᕮᗩᖇᕮᗪ Iᑎ ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ, ᕼᗩᐯIᑎG ᗷᕮᕮᑎ ᑕᖇᕮᗩTᕮᗪ ᗩᑎᗪ ᑭᖇOᗰOTᕮᗪ ᗷY SOᖴIᗩ ᒪᗩᗰᗷ ᗩᑎᗪ SIᗰOᑎ ᗯᗩᒪᕮS.
Tᕼᕮ GᖇᕮᗩT ᑕᕼᗩIᑎ ⁓ ᗷᕮᒪIᕮᖴ Iᑎ Sᕮᒪᖴ-IᑎTᕮᖇᕮST ᗩᑎᗪ ᖴᖇᕮᕮ ᗰᗩᖇKᕮTS ᗯᕼIᑕᕼ ᑌᑎITᕮ Tᕼᕮ ᑭᕮOᑭᒪᕮ Iᑎ TᕼᕮIᖇ ᖴOᖇᗯᗩᖇᗪ ᑭᖇOGᖇᕮSS. TᕼIS IS ᗰOᖇᕮ Oᖴ ᗩ ᑭᕼIᒪOSOᑭᕼY Tᕼᗩᑎ ᗩ ᖇᕮᒪIGIOᑎ, ᗩS IT IS ᗩ ᗷᕮᒪIᕮᖴ ᑭᖇOᗰOTᕮᗪ ᗷY ᗩᑎᗪᖇᕮᗯ ᖇYᗩᑎ, ᗯᕼO IS ᗩ STᗩᑌᑎᑕᕼ ᗩTᕼᕮIST.
ᑕᕼᖇISTIᗩᑎITY ⁓ ᗷᕮᒪIᕮᖴ Iᑎ Tᕼᕮ ᑕᕼᖇISTIᗩᑎ GOᗪ ᗩᑎᗪ ᑕᕼᖇIST ᗩS Tᕼᕮ SᗩᐯIOᖇ Oᖴ ᕼᑌᗰᗩᑎITY. TᕼIS IS ᗩᑎ ᑌᑎᗪᕮᖇGᖇOᑌᑎᗪ ᖇᕮᒪIGIOᑎ Iᑎ ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ, ᗩS IT IS OᖴᖴIᑕIᗩᒪᒪY ᗷᗩᑎᑎᕮᗪ ᗩS ᗩᑎ OᖇGᗩᑎIᘔᕮᗪ ᖇᕮᒪIGIOᑎ. Tᕼᕮ ᗷᗩᑎ ᕮᑎᗩᗷᒪᕮᗪ SᗰᑌGGᒪᕮᖇS TO ᗰᗩKᕮ ᗰOᑎᕮY ᖴᖇOᗰ SᗰᑌGGᒪIᑎG ᗰᗩᑎY ᖇᕮᒪIGIOᑌS ᗩᖇTIᖴᗩᑕTS, ᗩᑎᗪ Gᗩᐯᕮ ᖴᑌᕮᒪ TO ᗪᕮᗰᕮᑎTᕮᗪ ᖇᕮᒪIGIOᑌS ᖴᗩᑎᗩTIᑕISᗰ (ᗩS SᕼOᗯᑎ ᗷY Tᕼᕮ ᗯᗩᗪᕮᖇS SᑭᒪIᑕᕮᖇ TYᑭᕮ).
ᗩTᕼᕮISᗰ ⁓ Tᕼᕮ ᗪISᗷᕮᒪIᕮᖴ Iᑎ ᗩ ᗰᕮTᗩᑭᕼYSIᑕᗩᒪ GOᗪ Oᖇ SᑭIᖇITᑌᗩᒪ ᗷᕮIᑎGS. TᕼIS IS Tᕼᕮ OᖴᖴIᑕIᗩᒪ ᑭᕼIᒪOSOᑭᕼIᑕᗩᒪ STᗩᑎᑕᕮ Oᖴ ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ, ᗩS IᗰᑭOSᕮᗪ ᗷY ᗩᑎᗪᖇᕮᗯ ᖇYᗩᑎ.
Tᕼᕮ SᗩTᑌᖇᑎIᑎᕮ ⁓ ᗩ ᗪᗩᖇK ᑭᗩGᗩᑎ ᑕᑌᒪT ᖴOᑌᑎᗪ Iᑎ ᗩᖇᑕᗩᗪIᗩ. ᗯOᖇSᕼIᑭᕮᖇS Oᖴ TᕼIS ᑕᑌᒪT ᗪᖇIᑎK ᕼᑌᗰᗩᑎ ᗷᒪOOᗪ ᗩS ᗯᕮᒪᒪ ᗩS ᑕᑌᑭS ᖴᑌᒪᒪ Oᖴ ᑭᒪᗩSᗰIᗪS (ᗰOST ᒪIKᕮᒪY ᖇᗩᗯ ᗩᗪᗩᗰ). TᕼᕮY ᗩᒪSO ᗷᕮᒪIᕮᐯᕮ TᕼᕮY ᕼᗩᐯᕮ ᗷᕮᕮᑎ "TOᑌᑕᕼᕮᗪ" ᗷY Tᕼᕮ ᗩᑎᑕIᕮᑎT GOᗪS.

⥼ SᑕIᕮᑎᑕᕮ & TᕮᑕᕼᑎOᒪOGY ⥽

ᗷᕮᒪIᕮᐯIᑎG TᕼᗩT SᑕIᕮᑎTIᖴIᑕ ᗩᑕᕼIᕮᐯᕮᗰᕮᑎT ᗯITᕼIᑎ Tᕼᕮ ᗯOᖇᒪᗪ ᗯᗩS ᗷᕮIᑎG ᖇᕮSTᖇIᑕTᕮᗪ ᗷY 'ᑭᕮTTY ᗰOᖇᗩᒪITY', ᗩᑎᗪᖇᕮᗯ ᖇYᗩᑎ SOᑌGᕼT TO ᕮᑎSᑌᖇᕮ TᕼᗩT Tᕼᕮ IᑎᕼᗩᗷITᗩᑎTS Oᖴ ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ᑕOᑌᒪᗪ ᕮ᙭ᑭᒪOᖇᕮ ᐯᗩᖇIOᑌS ᑭᗩTᕼS Oᖴ IᑎᑫᑌIᖇY ᑭᖇᕮᐯIOᑌSᒪY ᗪᕮᕮᗰᕮᗪ TOO IᗰᗰOᖇᗩᒪ, Oᖇ TOO ᑕOᑎTᖇOᐯᕮᖇSIᗩᒪ TO ᖴOᒪᒪOᗯ, ᗩᑎᗪ ᗯᕼIᒪᕮ SOᗰᕮ SᑕIᕮᑎTIᖴIᑕ ᗷᖇᕮᗩKTᕼᖇOᑌGᕼS ᗯᕮᖇᕮ Iᑎ ᖇOᗷOTIᑕS, ᗷᖇIᑎGIᑎG ᗩᗷOᑌT ᗩᑎ ᗩᗪᐯᗩᑎᑕᕮᗪ ᗩᑌTOᗰᗩTᕮᗪ SᕮᑕᑌᖇITY SYSTᕮᗰ; OTᕼᕮᖇS ᗯᕮᖇᕮ Iᑎ ᗷIOᒪOGY, ᗯᕼᕮᖇᕮ ᗪᕮᐯᕮᒪOᑭᗰᕮᑎTS ᗩᗪᐯᗩᑎᑕᕮᗪ Iᑎ Tᕼᕮ ᖇᕮSTOᖇᗩTIOᑎ Oᖴ ᒪIᖴᕮ, ᗷOTᕼ Iᑎ ᑭᒪᗩᑎTS (Tᕼᕮ ᒪᗩᘔᗩᖇᑌS ᐯᕮᑕTOᖇ), ᗩᑎᗪ Iᑎ ᕼᑌᗰᗩᑎS (Tᕼᕮ ᐯITᗩ-ᑕᕼᗩᗰᗷᕮᖇ)- Tᕼᕮᖇᕮ ᗯᕮᖇᕮ ᗩᒪSO ᗰᗩᑎY TᕮᑕᕼᑎOᒪOGIᑕᗩᒪ ᗩᗪᐯᗩᑎᑕᕮᗰᕮᑎTS ᖇᕮGᗩᖇᗪIᑎG ITᕮᗰS TᕼᗩT ᗯᕮᖇᕮ ᑕᖇᕮᗩTᕮᗪ ᗯᕮᒪᒪ ᗷᕮᖴOᖇᕮ TᕼᕮY ᗯᕮᖇᕮ ᑕOᗰᗰᕮᖇᑕIᗩᒪᒪY ᗩᐯᗩIᒪᗩᗷᒪᕮ Oᑎ Tᕼᕮ Sᑌᖇᖴᗩᑕᕮ, Sᑌᑕᕼ ᗩS: ᑭOᖇTᗩᗷᒪᕮ ᖇᕮᑕOᖇᗪIᑎG ᗪᕮᐯIᑕᕮS (ᗩᑭᑭᖇO᙭. ᖴIᐯᕮ YᕮᗩᖇS ᕮᗩᖇᒪY), ᗩᑌTOᗰᗩTIᑕ ᗪOOᖇS (ᗩᑭᑭᖇO᙭. ᕮIGᕼT YᕮᗩᖇS ᕮᗩᖇᒪY), ᗩᑎᗪ ᐯOᑕᗩᒪ ᗷIOᗰᕮTᖇIᑕ SᕮᑕᑌᖇITY.

KᑎOᗯᑎ TO ᗷᕮ Oᑎᕮ Oᖴ Tᕼᕮ ᗷIGGᕮST ᗷᖇᕮᗩKTᕼᖇOᑌGᕼS ᗩᑕᕼIᕮᐯᕮᗪ ᗯITᕼIᑎ ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ᗯᗩS ᗷᖇIGIᗪ Tᕮᑎᕮᑎᗷᗩᑌᗰ'S ᗪISᑕOᐯᕮᖇY Oᖴ ᗩᗪᗩᗰ- ᑌᑎSTᗩᗷᒪᕮ STᕮᗰ ᑕᕮᒪᒪS ᖴᖇOᗰ ᗩ SᑭᕮᑕIᕮS Oᖴ Sᕮᗩ SᒪᑌG ᗯᕼIᑕᕼ ᒪᕮᗪ TO Tᕼᕮ ᑕᖇᕮᗩTIOᑎ Oᖴ ᗷOTᕼ ᑭᒪᗩSᗰIᗪS, ᗩᑎᗪ Gᕮᑎᕮ TOᑎIᑕS. ᗩᗪᗩᗰ ᗩᒪᒪOᗯᕮᗪ Tᕼᕮ ᑌSᕮᖇ TO SᑭᒪIᑕᕮ ᑎᕮᗯ GᕮᑎᕮTIᑕ ᗰᗩTᕮᖇIᗩᒪ IᑎTO Tᕼᕮ IᑎᗪIᐯIᗪᑌᗩᒪ'S ᗪᑎᗩ, ᕮᑎᕼᗩᑎᑕIᑎG ᗷOTᕼ ᕼᕮᗩᒪTᕼ ᗩᑎᗪ IᑎTᕮᒪᒪᕮᑕT, ᗩᑎᗪ GIᐯIᑎG ᕮ᙭TᖇᗩOᖇᗪIᑎᗩᖇY ᑭOᗯᕮᖇS TO Tᕼᕮ ᕼᑌᗰᗩᑎ ᗷOᗪY; ᕼOᗯᕮᐯᕮᖇ, ᗩᗪᗩᗰ ᗯᗩS SOOᑎ ᖴOᑌᑎᗪ TO ᑕᗩᑌSᕮ ᑎOT OᑎᒪY ᑭᕼYSIᑕᗩᒪ, ᗷᑌT ᗩᒪSO ᗰᕮᑎTᗩᒪ ᗪISᖇᑌᑭTIOᑎ ᗩᑎᗪ ᗪᗩᗰᗩGᕮ ᗩS ᗰOᖇᕮ Oᖴ Tᕼᕮ ᑌSᕮᖇ'S ᑎᗩTIᐯᕮ ᑕᕮᒪᒪS ᗯᕮᖇᕮ ᖇᕮᑭᒪᗩᑕᕮᗪ ᗷY TᕼOSᕮ Oᖴ Tᕼᕮ ᑌᑎSTᗩᗷᒪᕮ STᕮᗰ ᑕᕮᒪᒪS, ᗩᑎᗪ ᗯITᕼ TᕼᗩT, Tᕼᕮ ᑭOᑭᑌᒪᗩᑕᕮ'S ᑎᕮᕮᗪ ᖴOᖇ ᗩᗪᗩᗰ ᗷᕮᑕᗩᗰᕮ ᗩᑎ ᗩᗪᗪIᑕTIOᑎ... ᗩᑕᑕᕮᒪᕮᖇᗩTᕮᗪ ᗷY Tᕼᕮ ᕮ᙭ᑕᕮSSIᐯᕮ SᑭᒪIᑕIᑎG TᕼᗩT ᗯᗩS ᗪOᑎᕮ IᑎᑕᖇᕮᗩSIᑎGᒪY ᗪᑌᖇIᑎG, ᗩᑎᗪ ᗩᖴTᕮᖇ ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ'S ᑕIᐯIᒪ ᗯᗩᖇ.





⥼ TᖇᗩᑎSᑭOᖇTᗩTIOᑎ ⥽

TᖇᗩᑎSᑭOᖇTᗩTIOᑎ ᗯITᕼIᑎ ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ IS ᑭᖇOᐯIᗪᕮᗪ ᗰᗩIᑎᒪY ᗷY ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ᗰᕮTᖇO; ᗩ ᑭᑌᗷᒪIᑕ TᖇᗩᑎSᑭOᖇTᗩTIOᑎ SYSTᕮᗰ ᑕOᑎSISTIᑎG Oᖴ ᗷOTᕼ ᗷᗩTᕼYSᑭᕼᕮᖇᕮS ᗩᑎᗪ Tᖇᗩᗰ ᑕᗩᖇS, Iᑎ ᗯᕼIᑕᕼ ᑕITIᘔᕮᑎS ᗩᖇᕮ GIᐯᕮᑎ ᗩᑕᑕᕮSS TO ᗪIᖴᖴᕮᖇᕮᑎT ᑭᒪᗩᑕᕮS TᕼᖇOᑌGᕼOᑌT Tᕼᕮ ᑕITY. ᗩ SIᑎGᒪᕮ TᕮᖇᗰIᑎᑌS Oᖴ Tᕼᕮ ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ᗰᕮTᖇO SYSTᕮᗰ IS Tᕼᕮ ᗷᗩTᕼYSᑭᕼᕮᖇᕮ ᗪOᑕK ᒪOᑕᗩTᕮᗪ IᑎSIᗪᕮ Tᕼᕮ ᖇᕮᗰOTᕮ ᒪIGᕼTᕼOᑌSᕮ Iᑎ Tᕼᕮ ᑎOᖇTᕼ ᗩTᒪᗩᑎTIᑕ; ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ'S ᑭᖇIᗰᗩᖇY ᕮᑎTᖇᗩᑎᑕᕮ TO Tᕼᕮ OᑌTSIᗪᕮ ᗯOᖇᒪᗪ.

ᗩᑎOTᕼᕮᖇ ᗰOᗪᕮ Oᖴ TᖇᗩᑎSᑭOᖇTᗩTIOᑎ ᗯITᕼIᑎ ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ IS Tᕼᕮ ᗩTᒪᗩᑎTIᑕ ᕮ᙭ᑭᖇᕮSS; ᗩ ᑭᖇᕮSSᑌᖇIᘔᕮᗪ ᖇᗩIᒪ SYSTᕮᗰ ᖴOᖇ ᗰOᐯIᑎG ᗩ ᒪᗩᖇGᕮᖇ ᑎᑌᗰᗷᕮᖇ Oᖴ ᑕITIᘔᕮᑎS, TᕼOᑌGᕼ TᕼIS ᑭᗩᖇTIᑕᑌᒪᗩᖇ ᗰOᗪᕮ Oᖴ TᖇᗩᑎSᑭOᖇTᗩTIOᑎ ᗯᗩS ᗰOSTᒪY ᗪᕮᑕOᗰᗰISSIOᑎᕮᗪ SIᑎᑕᕮ Tᕼᕮ OᑌTᗷᖇᕮᗩK Oᖴ ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ'S ᑕIᐯIᒪ ᗯᗩᖇ. ᗩᗪᒍᗩᑕᕮᑎT ᗩᖇᕮᗩS ᗯITᕼIᑎ ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ᗩᖇᕮ ᑕOᑎᑎᕮᑕTᕮᗪ TᕼᖇOᑌGᕼ ᗷᑌᒪKᕼᕮᗩᗪ ᗪOOᖇS, ᗩᑎᗪ ᗩᖇᕮᗩS ᗯITᕼIᑎ SOᗰᕮ ᒪᕮᐯᕮᒪS ᗩᖇᕮ ᑕOᑎᑎᕮᑕTᕮᗪ TO Oᑎᕮ ᗩᑎOTᕼᕮᖇ ᗷY GᒪᗩSS TᑌᑎᑎᕮᒪS: Sᗰᗩᒪᒪ OᑎᕮS ᖴOᖇ ᑭᕮᗪᕮSTᖇIᗩᑎS, ᗩᑎᗪ ᒪᗩᖇGᕮᖇ OᑎᕮS ᖴOᖇ Tᕼᕮ SYSTᕮᗰ Oᖴ ᖇᗩIᒪᕮᗪ TᖇᗩᗰᗯᗩYS.

ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ IS IᑎTᕮᑎTIOᑎᗩᒪᒪY ISOᒪᗩTᕮᗪ ᖴᖇOᗰ Tᕼᕮ ᗯOᖇᒪᗪ, ᗩᑎᗪ Tᕼᕮ ᑭᖇIᗰᗩᖇY ᗰOᗪᕮ Oᖴ ᗩᑕᑕᕮSS ᗯᗩS ᐯIᗩ ᗷᗩTᕼYSᑭᕼᕮᖇᕮS TᖇᗩᐯᕮᒪᒪIᑎG ᗪOᗯᑎ ᖴᖇOᗰ Tᕼᕮ ᒪIGᕼTᕼOᑌSᕮ, ᑭᕮᖇᑕᕼᕮᗪ Oᑎ ᗩᑎ ISᒪᗩᑎᗪ ᗩᗷOᐯᕮ.

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⥼ IᑎᖴOᖇᗰᗩTIOᑎ ᗩᗷOᑌT ᗩᗪᗩᗰ ⥽

ᗩ SᑌᗷSTᗩᑎᑕᕮ ᗷOTᕼ ᕼᗩᖇᐯᕮSTᕮᗪ ᗩᑎᗪ ᑭᖇOᑕᕮSSᕮᗪ ᖴᖇOᗰ ᗩ (ᗷᕮᖴOᖇᕮ ᑌᑎKᑎOᗯᑎ) SᑭᕮᑕIᕮS Oᖴ Sᕮᗩ SᒪᑌG ᖴOᑌᑎᗪ ᒪIᐯIᑎG Oᑎ Tᕼᕮ Oᑕᕮᗩᑎ'S ᖴᒪOOᖇ, ᗩᗪᗩᗰ IS ᗷᕮᒪIᕮᐯᕮᗪ TO ᑕᗩᑌSᕮ Tᕼᕮ ᖴOᖇᗰᗩTIOᑎ Oᖴ ᑭOTᕮᑎT STᕮᗰ ᑕᕮᒪᒪS TᕼᗩT Iᑎ Tᑌᖇᑎ ᕼᗩᐯᕮ Tᕼᕮ ᑭOᗯᕮᖇ ᗩᑎᗪ ᗩᗷIᒪITY TO ᗪIᖴᖴᕮᖇᕮᑎTIᗩTᕮ IᑎTO ᗩᑎY ᑕᕮᒪᒪ TYᑭᕮ; ᗩ ᐯISᑕOᑌS Gᖇᕮᕮᑎ ᒪIᑫᑌIᗪ Iᑎ ITS ᖇᗩᗯ ᖴOᖇᗰ, ᗩᗪᗩᗰ ᑕᗩᑎ ᗷᕮ GᕮᑎᕮTIᑕᗩᒪᒪY ᗰᗩᑎIᑭᑌᒪᗩTᕮᗪ TO ᑭᖇOᗪᑌᑕᕮ TISSᑌᕮ, ᗩᑎᗪ ᖴᑌᑎᑕTIOᑎS TᕼᗩT ᗯOᑌᒪᗪ ᑎOT ᑎOᖇᗰᗩᒪᒪY ᗷᕮ ᑭᖇᕮSᕮᑎT ᗯITᕼIᑎ Tᕼᕮ ᕼᑌᗰᗩᑎ ᗷOᗪY.

ᗩᑕTIᑎG ᒪIKᕮ ᗩ SᕮᕮᗰIᑎGᒪY ᗷᕮᑎIGᑎ ᖴOᖇᗰ Oᖴ ᑕᗩᑎᑕᕮᖇ, ᗩᗪᗩᗰ ᗯOᖇKS TO ᗪᕮSTᖇOY ᑎᗩTIᐯᕮ ᑕᕮᒪᒪS, ᖇᕮᑭᒪᗩᑕIᑎG Tᕼᕮᗰ ᗯITᕼ ᑌᑎSTᗩᗷᒪᕮ STᕮᗰ ᐯᕮᖇSIOᑎS, ᗩᑎᗪ ᗯᕼIᒪᕮ IT'S TᕼIS IᑎSTᗩᗷIᒪITY TᕼᗩT ᗷᖇIᑎGS ᗩᗷOᑌT IT'S ᗩᗰᗩᘔIᑎG ᑭᖇOᑭᕮᖇTIᕮS, IT'S ᗩᒪSO ᗯᕼᗩT ᑕᗩᑌSᕮS Tᕼᕮ ᑕOSᗰᕮTIᑕ, ᗩᑎᗪ ᗰᕮᑎTᗩᒪ ᗪᗩᗰᗩGᕮ TO TᕼOSᕮ ᗯᕼO ᑌSᕮ IT ᕼᗩᗷITᑌᗩᒪᒪY- TᕼIS IᑎSTᗩᗷIᒪITY Oᖴ Tᕼᕮ STᕮᗰ ᑕᕮᒪᒪS ᖴOᖇᑕIᑎG Tᕼᕮ ᑌSᕮᖇ TO ᖇᕮᑫᑌIᖇᕮ ᗰOᖇᕮ ᗩᗪᗩᗰ TO ᖇᕮᗰᗩIᑎ Sᗩᑎᕮ ᗩᑎᗪ ᕼᕮᗩᒪTᕼY, ᗩT ᖇISK Oᖴ ᗷᕮᑕOᗰIᑎG ᑌᑎSTᗩᗷᒪᕮ Iᖴ TᕼᕮY ᖴᗩIᒪ TO ᗪO SO. Tᕼᕮ Sᕮᗩ SᒪᑌGS ᗩᒪOᑎᕮ, ᕼOᗯᕮᐯᕮᖇ, ᑭᖇOᐯᕮᗪ ᑌᑎᗩᗷᒪᕮ TO ᑭᖇOᐯIᗪᕮ ᕮᑎOᑌGᕼ ᗩᗪᗩᗰ ᖴOᖇ ᗰᗩᖇKᕮTIᑎG Oᖴ ᑕOᑎSᑌᗰᕮᖇ ᑭᖇOᗪᑌᑕTS, ᗩᑎᗪ IT ᗯᗩS ᖴOᑌᑎᗪ TᕼᗩT ᗯᕼᕮᑎ ᗩ SᒪᑌG ᗯᗩS ᕮᗰᗷᕮᗪᗪᕮᗪ ᗯITᕼIᑎ ᗩ ᕼOSTS STOᗰᗩᑕᕼ, IT GᕮᑎᕮᖇᗩTᕮᗪ TᗯᕮᑎTY TO TᕼIᖇTY TIᗰᕮS Tᕼᕮ YIᕮᒪᗪ Oᖴ ᑌSᗩᗷᒪᕮ ᗩᗪᗩᗰ; IT ᗯᗩS ᗯITᕼ TᕼIS ᑭᑌᖇᑭOSᕮ TᕼᗩT Tᕼᕮ ᒪITTᒪᕮ SISTᕮᖇ'S ᗯᕮᖇᕮ ᗷᖇOᑌGᕼT ᗩᗷOᑌT, ᗩS YOᑌᑎG GIᖇᒪS ᗯᕮᖇᕮ ᖴOᑌᑎᗪ TO ᗷᕮ Tᕼᕮ OᑎᒪY ᐯIᗩᗷᒪᕮ ᕼOSTS.

ᗯᕼIᒪᕮ Tᕼᕮ ᕮ᙭ᗩᑕT ᗰᕮᑕᕼᗩᑎISᗰ ᖴOᖇ TᕼIS ᗩTTᖇIᗷᑌTᕮ IS ᑌᑎKᑎOᗯᑎ, ᗩᗪᗩᗰ IS SᕼOᗯᑎ TO ᕼOᒪᗪ SOᗰᕮ ᖴOᖇᗰ Oᖴ ᗰᕮᗰOᖇY, ᗩᑎᗪ IS ᗩᗷᒪᕮ TO ᖇᕮᑕᗩᒪᒪ ᑭᗩST ᑕᕮᒪᒪ ᑕOᑎᖴIGᑌᖇᗩTIOᑎS; TᕼᕮSᕮ ᗰᕮᗰOᖇIᕮS ᗩᖇᕮ ᗩᗷᒪᕮ TO ᗷᕮ TᖇᗩᑎSᖴᕮᖇᖇᕮᗪ TO ᗩᑎOTᕼᕮᖇ IᑎᗪIᐯIᗪᑌᗩᒪ Iᖴ Tᕼᕮ ᗩᗪᗩᗰ IS ᖇᕮᗰOᐯᕮᗪ ᖴᖇOᗰ Oᑎᕮ ᑭᕮᖇSOᑎ, TO Tᕼᕮᑎ ᗷᕮ IᑎᒍᕮᑕTᕮᗪ IᑎTO ᗩᑎOTᕼᕮᖇ- ᑭᕮOᑭᒪᕮ ᕮ᙭ᑭᕮᖇIᕮᑎᑕIᑎG TᕼᕮSᕮ ᑭᗩᖇTIᑕᑌᒪᗩᖇ TYᑭᕮS Oᖴ ᗩᑕᑕIᗪᕮᑎTᗩᒪ ᗰᕮᗰOᖇY TᖇᗩᑎSᖴᕮᖇS OᖴTᕮᑎ Tᕮᑎᗪ TO Sᕮᕮ Tᕼᕮᗰ ᗩS GᕼOSTᒪY IᗰᗩGᕮS. ᖴᑌᖇTᕼᕮᖇ ᖇᕮSᕮᗩᖇᑕᕼ ᗩᒪSO SᕼOᗯᕮᗪ TᕼᗩT ᗷOTᕼ ᗰᕮᗰOᖇIᕮS ᗩᑎᗪ OTᕼᕮᖇ IᑎᖴOᖇᗰᗩTIOᑎ ᑕOᑌᒪᗪ ᗷᕮ ᗪᕮᒪIᗷᕮᖇᗩTᕮᒪY ᕮᑎᑕOᗪᕮᗪ ᗯITᕼIᑎ Tᕼᕮ ᗩᗪᗩᗰ, ᗩᗷᒪᕮ TO ᗷᕮ ᑌSᕮᗪ TO ᗩᗪᗪ ᑎᕮᗯ IᑎᖴOᖇᗰᗩTIOᑎ IᑎTO ᗩ ᑭᕮᖇSOᑎ'S ᗰIᑎᗪ Iᑎ Oᖇᗪᕮᖇ TO OᐯᕮᖇᗯᖇITᕮ, Oᖇ ᗩᒪTᕮᖇ ᕮ᙭ISTIᑎG ᗰᕮᗰOᖇIᕮS.



ᑭᒪᕮᗩSᕮ ᑎOTᕮ: Tᕼᕮ ᑭᖇOᗷᒪᕮᗰS ᑕᗩᑌSᕮᗪ ᗷY ᗩᗪᗩᗰ ᗩᗷᑌSᕮ ᗩᗰOᑎG Tᕼᕮ ᑭOᑭᑌᒪᗩTIOᑎ Oᖴ ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ᗯᕮᖇᕮ ᕮ᙭ᗩᑕᕮᖇᗷᗩTᕮᗪ ᗷY ᗩᑎᗪᖇᕮᗯ ᖇYᗩᑎ'S ᖴᖇᕮᕮ ᗰᗩᖇKᕮT SOᑕIᕮTᗩᒪ ᗷᕮᒪIᕮᖴS; ᕼIS ᕼᗩᑎᗪS-Oᖴᖴ ᗩᑭᑭᖇOᗩᑕᕼ TO ᖇᑌᑎᑎIᑎG Tᕼᕮ ᑕITY ᗰᕮᗩᑎT TᕼᗩT Tᕼᕮᖇᕮ ᗯᗩS ᑎO ᖇᕮGᑌᒪᗩTIOᑎ Oᖴ ᗩᗪᗩᗰ ᗩᑎᗪ TᕼᕮᖇᕮᖴOᖇᕮ ᑎO ᑭᖇᕮᐯᕮᑎTIOᑎ Oᖴ ITS SIᗪᕮ ᕮᖴᖴᕮᑕTS. ᗷY Tᕼᕮ TIᗰᕮ Tᕼᕮ ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ᑕIᐯIᒪ ᗯᗩᖇ ᑕᗩᑌSᕮᗪ ᗰᗩSSIᐯᕮ ᗩᗪᗪIᑕTIOᑎ TO ᗩᗪᗩᗰ Iᑎ Tᕼᕮ Gᕮᑎᕮᖇᗩᒪ ᑭOᑭᑌᒪᗩᑕᕮ, ᗩᑎᗪ Tᕼᕮ TᕮᖇᖇIᗷᒪᕮ SIᗪᕮ-ᕮᖴᖴᕮᑕTS ᗯᕮᖇᕮ ᗰᗩᗪᕮ ᑭᒪᗩIᑎᕮᖇ, IT ᗯᗩS TOO ᒪᗩTᕮ.

⥼ ᑭᒪᗩSᗰIᗪS ⥽

SᑭᕮᑕIᗩᒪ SᕮᖇᑌᗰS ᗰᗩᗪᕮ ᖴᖇOᗰ ᑭᖇOᑕᕮSSᕮᗪ ᗩᗪᗩᗰ TᕼᗩT IᑎTᖇOᗪᑌᑕᕮ ᗰOᗪIᖴIᕮᗪ STᕮᗰ ᑕᕮᒪᒪS IᑎTO Tᕼᕮ ᕼᑌᗰᗩᑎ ᗷOᗪY, ᑭᒪᗩSᗰIᗪS ᗩᒪᒪOᗯ ᖴOᖇ GᕮᑎᕮTIᑕ ᗰOᗪIᖴIᑕᗩTIOᑎ ᗩᑎᗪ ᗰᑌTᗩTIOᑎ, GIᐯIᑎG Tᕼᕮ ᑌSᕮᖇ ᗩ Oᑎᕮ Oᖴ ᗩ ᐯᗩST ᗩᖇᖇᗩY Oᖴ ᑭOᗯᕮᖇS ᗩᑎᗪ ᗩᗷIᒪITIᕮS ᗯᕼIᑕᕼ SOᗰᕮ ᗰIGᕼT ᖇᕮᖴᕮᖇ TO ᗩS "Sᑌᑭᕮᖇ ᑭOᗯᕮᖇS". ᗩᑕTIᐯᕮ ᑭᒪᗩSᗰIᗪS ᖇᕮᑫᑌIᖇᕮ ᕮᐯᕮ ᖴOᖇ ᑌSᕮ, ᗯᕼIᒪᕮ ᑭᗩSSIᐯᕮ ᑭᒪᗩSᗰIᗪS (ᖇᕮᖴᕮᖇᖇᕮᗪ TO ᗩS Gᕮᑎᕮ TOᑎIᑕS) ᑭᖇOᐯIᗪᕮ ᗩᑎ ᕮᖴᖴᕮᑕT ᗰᕮᖇᕮᒪY ᗷY ᗷᕮIᑎG TᗩKᕮᑎ Oᑎᑕᕮ.

ᑭᒪᗩSᗰIᗪS ᗩᖇᕮ ᕮ᙭TᖇᕮᗰᕮᒪY ᑭOᗯᕮᖇᖴᑌᒪ, ᕼOᗯᕮᐯᕮᖇ ᕮ᙭ᑕᕮSSIᐯᕮ ᑌSᕮ Oᖴ Tᕼᕮᗰ ᒪᕮᗩᗪS TO ᗷOTᕼ ᑭᕼYSIᑕᗩᒪ ᗩᑎᗪ ᗰᕮᑎTᗩᒪ ᗩᗪᗪIᑕTIOᑎ ᗩᑎᗪ IᑎSTᗩᗷIᒪITY; IT ᗯᗩS TᕼIS ᗰᗩᒍOᖇ ᖴᗩᑕTOᖇ TᕼᗩT ᕼᕮᒪᑭᕮᗪ Iᑎ Tᕼᕮ ᕮᐯᕮᑎTᑌᗩᒪ ᗪOᗯᑎᖴᗩᒪᒪ Oᖴ ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ'S SOᑕIᕮTY.



⥼ Gᕮᑎᕮ TOᑎIᑕS ⥽

SᑭᕮᑕIᗩᒪ SᕮᖇᑌᗰS ᗰᗩᗪᕮ ᖴᖇOᗰ ᑭᖇOᑕᕮSSᕮᗪ ᗩᗪᗩᗰ TᕼᗩT IᑎTᖇOᗪᑌᑕᕮ ᗰOᗪIᖴIᕮᗪ STᕮᗰ ᑕᕮᒪᒪS IᑎTO Tᕼᕮ ᕼᑌᗰᗩᑎ ᗷOᗪY, Gᕮᑎᕮ TOᑎIᑕS ᗩᒪᒪOᗯ ᖴOᖇ GᕮᑎᕮTIᑕ ᗰOᗪIᖴIᑕᗩTIOᑎ ᗩᑎᗪ ᗰᑌTᗩTIOᑎ, GIᐯIᑎG Tᕼᕮ ᑌSᕮᖇ ᗩ Oᑎᕮ Oᖴ ᗩ ᐯᗩST ᗩᖇᖇᗩY Oᖴ ᑭOᗯᕮᖇS ᗩᑎᗪ ᗩᗷIᒪITIᕮS ᗯᕼIᑕᕼ SOᗰᕮ ᗰIGᕼT ᖇᕮᖴᕮᖇ TO ᗩS "Sᑌᑭᕮᖇ ᑭOᗯᕮᖇS". ᗯᕼIᒪᕮ ᗩᑕTIᐯᕮ ᑭᒪᗩSᗰIᗪS ᖇᕮᑫᑌIᖇᕮ ᕮᐯᕮ ᖴOᖇ ᑌSᕮ, ᑭᗩSSIᐯᕮ ᑭᒪᗩSᗰIᗪS (ᖇᕮᖴᕮᖇᖇᕮᗪ TO ᗩS Gᕮᑎᕮ TOᑎIᑕS) ᑭᖇOᐯIᗪᕮ ᗩᑎ ᕮᖴᖴᕮᑕT ᗰᕮᖇᕮᒪY ᗷY ᗷᕮIᑎG TᗩKᕮᑎ Oᑎᑕᕮ.

TOᑎIᑕS ᗩᖇᕮ ᕮ᙭TᖇᕮᗰᕮᒪY ᑭOᗯᕮᖇᖴᑌᒪ, ᕼOᗯᕮᐯᕮᖇ ᕮ᙭ᑕᕮSSIᐯᕮ ᑌSᕮ Oᖴ Tᕼᕮᗰ ᒪᕮᗩᗪS TO ᗷOTᕼ ᑭᕼYSIᑕᗩᒪ ᗩᑎᗪ ᗰᕮᑎTᗩᒪ ᗩᗪᗪIᑕTIOᑎ ᗩᑎᗪ IᑎSTᗩᗷIᒪITY; IT ᗯᗩS TᕼIS ᗰᗩᒍOᖇ ᖴᗩᑕTOᖇ TᕼᗩT ᕼᕮᒪᑭᕮᗪ Iᑎ Tᕼᕮ ᕮᐯᕮᑎTᑌᗩᒪ ᗪOᗯᑎᖴᗩᒪᒪ Oᖴ ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ'S SOᑕIᕮTY.



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⥼ ᑕITIᘔᕮᑎ'S Oᖴ ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ⥽

ᗩ Oᑎᑕᕮ Gᖇᗩᑎᗪ ᑕITY ᗷᑌIᒪT Oᑎ Tᕼᕮ IᗪᕮᗩᒪS ᗩᑎᗪ ᑭᕼIᒪOSOᑭᕼIᕮS Oᖴ ᗩᑎᗪᖇᕮᗯ ᖇYᗩᑎ; ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ, Oᑎᑕᕮ ᗩ ᕼOᗰᕮ ᖴOᖇ Tᕼᕮ ᗷᕮST ᗩᑎᗪ Tᕼᕮ ᗷᖇIGᕼTᕮST ᖴᖇOᗰ ᗩᖇOᑌᑎᗪ Tᕼᕮ ᗯOᖇᒪᗪ, ᑎOᗯ ᒪᗩYS Iᑎ ᖇᑌIᑎS, ᑎOTᕼIᑎG ᗰOᖇᕮ Tᕼᗩᑎ ᗩ ᗰᕮᖇᕮ SᕼᗩᗪOᗯ Oᖴ ᗯᕼᗩT IT ᑌSᕮᗪ TO ᗷᕮ- Tᕼᕮ ᖇᑌIᑎS Oᖴ Tᕼᕮ ᑕITY ᑕᖇᗩᗯᒪIᑎG ᗯITᕼ ᑕITIᘔᕮᑎ'S Oᖴ ᗩᒪᒪ KIᑎᗪS ᗯᕼO ᕼᗩᐯᕮ ᗰᗩᑎᗩGᕮᗪ TO SᑌᖇᐯIᐯᕮ Tᕼᕮ ᑕIᐯIᒪ ᗯᗩᖇ.

ᖴOᖇ ᗰOᖇᕮ IᑎᖴOᖇᗰᗩTIOᑎ Oᑎ TᕼᕮSᕮ IᑎᕼᗩᗷITᗩᑎTS, ᖴᕮᕮᒪ ᖴᖇᕮᕮ TO Sᕮᗩᖇᑕᕼ TᕼᖇOᑌGᕼ Tᕼᕮ ᕼIᗪᕮᖇ ᗷᕮᒪOᗯ- TᕼOᑌGᕼ ᗷᕮ Sᑌᖇᕮ TO Kᕮᕮᑭ ᗩᑎ ᕮYᕮ OᑌT; ᖴOᖇ Tᕼᕮ ᒪISTS ᗯIᒪᒪ ᗩᒪᗯᗩYS ᑕOᑎTIᑎᑌᕮ TO GᖇOᗯ...



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⥼ ᗷIG ᗪᗩᗪᗪY ⥽

ᗷIG ᗪᗩᗪᗪIᕮS, OᖇIGIᑎᗩᒪᒪY ᑎᗩᗰᕮᗪ ᑭᖇOTᕮᑕTOᖇS, ᗩᑎᗪ OᑕᑕᗩSIOᑎᗩᒪᒪY ᖇᕮᖴᕮᖇᖇᕮᗪ TO ᗩS "ᗰISTᕮᖇ ᗷᑌᗷᗷᒪᕮS" Oᖇ "ᗰISTᕮᖇ ᗷ" ᗷY ᒪITTᒪᕮ SISTᕮᖇS, ᗩᖇᕮ GᕮᑎᕮTIᑕᗩᒪᒪY ᕮᑎᕼᗩᑎᑕᕮᗪ ᕼᑌᗰᗩᑎ ᗷᕮIᑎGS ᗯᕼO ᕼᗩᐯᕮ ᕼᗩᗪ TᕼᕮIᖇ SKIᑎ ᗩᑎᗪ OᖇGᗩᑎS GᖇᗩᖴTᕮᗪ IᑎTO ᗩᑎ ᕮᑎOᖇᗰOᑌS ᗪIᐯIᑎG SᑌIT, ᗯITᕼ ᗩᒪᑭᕼᗩ SᕮᖇIᕮS ᗷᕮIᑎG ᗩᑎ ᗩᑭᑭᗩᖇᕮᑎT ᕮ᙭ᑕᕮᑭTIOᑎ TO Tᕼᕮ GᖇᗩᖴTIᑎG ᑭᖇOᑕᕮSS, TᕼOᑌGᕼ STIᒪᒪ ᕼᕮᗩᐯIᒪY SᑭᒪIᑕᕮᗪ. TᕼᕮIᖇ ᑭᖇIᗰᗩᖇY ᑭᑌᖇᑭOSᕮ IS TO ᑭᖇOTᕮᑕT ᒪITTᒪᕮ SISTᕮᖇS ᗯᕼIᒪᕮ TᕼᕮY ᕮSᑕOᖇT Tᕼᕮᗰ ᗩᖇOᑌᑎᗪ Tᕼᕮ ᑕITY Oᖴ ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ.

ᗩSIᗪᕮ ᖴᖇOᗰ Tᕼᕮ OᖇIGIᑎᗩᒪ ᗩᒪᑭᕼᗩ SᕮᖇIᕮS, ᗷIG ᗪᗩᗪᗪIᕮS ᑕOᗰᗰᑌᑎIᑕᗩTᕮ ᗷY ᑌTTᕮᖇIᑎG ᕼᗩᑌᑎTIᑎG SOᑌᑎᗪS SIᗰIᒪᗩᖇ TO TᕼᗩT Oᖴ ᗯᕼᗩᒪᕮ ᑕᗩᒪᒪS; Tᕼᕮ ᗩᒪᑭᕼᗩ SᕮᖇIᕮS, ᕼOᗯᕮᐯᕮᖇ, ᑕOᗰᗰᑌᑎIᑕᗩTᕮ ᗯITᕼ ᒪOᗯ, Iᑎᕼᑌᗰᗩᑎ GᖇᑌᑎTS ᗩᑎᗪ ᖇOᗩᖇS- ᖴOᖇ ᗩ ᗰᑌᑕᕼ ᕮᗩSIᕮᖇ IᑎTᕮᖇᑭᖇᕮTᗩTIOᑎ TO TᕼOSᕮ ᗩᖇOᑌᑎᗪ Tᕼᕮᗰ, ᑭᖇOᗪᑌᑕTIOᑎ ᗰOᗪᕮᒪ ᗷIG ᗪᗩᗪᗪIᕮS ᕼᗩᐯᕮ ᗩ ᗷIOᒪᑌᗰIᑎᕮSᑕᕮᑎT ᑕᕼᕮᗰIᑕᗩᒪ SᑌᗷSTᗩᑎᑕᕮ ᗯᕼIᑕᕼ ᖴIᒪᒪᕮᗪ Tᕼᕮ ᕼᕮᒪᗰᕮT, ᗪISᑭᒪᗩYIᑎG ITS STᗩTᕮ Oᖴ ᕮᗰOTIOᑎ Oᖇ ᗰIᑎᗪ. ᕮᗩᑕᕼ ᗷIG ᗪᗩᗪᗪY ᕼᗩS Tᕼᖇᕮᕮ ᗪIᖴᖴᕮᖇᕮᑎT ᑕOᒪOᖇS TᕼᗩT ᕼᕮ ᗯIᒪᒪ ᗪISᑭᒪᗩY Iᑎ ᗩᑎY GIᐯᕮᑎ SITᑌᗩTIOᑎ:

♆ Gᖇᕮᕮᑎ TO IᑎᗪIᑕᗩTᕮ TᕼᗩT Tᕼᕮ ᗷIG ᗪᗩᗪᗪY IS ᕼYᑭᑎOTIᘔᕮᗪ, ᗩᑎᗪ ᖴᖇIᕮᑎᗪᒪY.
♆ YᕮᒪᒪOᗯ TO IᑎᗪIᑕᗩTᕮ Tᕼᕮ ᗷIG ᗪᗩᗪᗪIᕮS ᗩᗯᗩᖇᕮᑎᕮSS, ᗷᑌT IᑎᗪIᖴᖴᕮᖇᕮᑎᑕᕮ TO ᕼIS ᕮᑎᐯIᖇOᑎᗰᕮᑎT, ᕼOᗯᕮᐯᕮᖇ, ᕼᕮ ᗯIᒪᒪ STIᒪᒪ ᖇᕮᗩᑕT TO ᑭᕮOᑭᒪᕮ ᑎᕮᗩᖇ ᕼIᗰ ᗷY SᕼOᐯIᑎG Tᕼᕮᗰ ᗩSIᗪᕮ.
♆ ᖇᕮᗪ TO IᑎᗪIᑕᗩTᕮ Tᕼᕮ ᗷIG ᗪᗩᗪᗪIᕮS ᖇᗩGᕮ TOᗯᗩᖇᗪS ᗩSSᗩIᒪᗩᑎTS.

SᑌᖇᐯIᐯIᑎG ᗷIG ᗪᗩᗪᗪIᕮS ᗯᕼO ᑎO ᒪOᑎGᕮᖇ ᕼᗩᐯᕮ TᕼᕮIᖇ ᒪITTᒪᕮ SISTᕮᖇS ᗷY TᕼᕮIᖇ SIᗪᕮS ᗩᖇᕮ Iᑎ ᗩ ᑭᕮᖇᗰᗩᑎᕮᑎT STᗩTᕮ Oᖴ ᗯᖇᗩTᕼ ᗪᑌᕮ TO Tᕼᕮ ᑭᖇOᒪOᑎGᕮᗪ SᕮᑭᗩᖇᗩTIOᑎ, TᕼIS ᗰᗩKᕮS Tᕼᕮᗰ ᕮ᙭TᖇᕮᗰᕮᒪY ᗩGGᖇᕮSSIᐯᕮ TOᗯᗩᖇᗪS TᕼOSᕮ ᗩᖇOᑌᑎᗪ Tᕼᕮᗰ, ᑕᗩᑌSIᑎG Tᕼᕮᗰ TO ᗩTTᗩᑕK ᗯITᕼOᑌT ᗯᗩᖇᑎIᑎG Oᖇ ᑭᖇOᐯOᑕᗩTIOᑎ.

SO ᖴᗩᖇ, Tᕼᕮᖇᕮ ᗩᖇᕮ ᖴIᐯᕮ ᗰᗩIᑎ TYᑭᕮS Oᖴ ᗷIG ᗪᗩᗪᗪY ᑭᖇOTᕮᑕTOᖇS, IᑎᑕᒪᑌᗪIᑎG TᗯO ᕮᒪITᕮ ᐯᕮᖇSIOᑎS ᖴOᖇ OᑎᒪY Tᕼᕮ ᗷOᑌᑎᑕᕮᖇ ᗩᑎᗪ ᖇOSIᕮ; Oᖴ Tᕼᕮ ᖴIᐯᕮ ᑭᖇOTᕮᑕTOᖇS, OᑎᒪY ᖴOᑌᖇ ᗩᖇᕮ ᖴᑌᑎᑕTIOᑎᗩᒪ ᗩᑎᗪ ᑭᖇOTᕮᑕT Tᕼᕮ ᒪITTᒪᕮ SISTᕮᖇS, ᗯITᕼ OᑎᒪY Tᕼᕮ OᖇIGIᑎᗩᒪ ᗩᒪᑭᕼᗩ SᕮᖇIᕮS ᗩS ᑎOᑎ-ᖴᑌᑎᑕTIOᑎᗩᒪ ᑭᖇOTᕮᑕTOᖇS, ᗯITᕼ Tᕼᕮ ᕮ᙭ᑕᕮᑭTIOᑎ Oᖴ SᑌᗷᒍᕮᑕT ᗪᕮᒪTᗩ ᗩᑎᗪ SᑌᗷᒍᕮᑕT SIGᗰᗩ.

ᖴOᖇ ᗰOᖇᕮ IᑎᖴOᖇᗰᗩTIOᑎ Oᑎ TᕼᕮSᕮ ᗷIG ᗪᗩᗪᗪIᕮS, ᖴᕮᕮᒪ ᖴᖇᕮᕮ TO Sᕮᗩᖇᑕᕼ TᕼᖇOᑌGᕼ Tᕼᕮ ᕼIᗪᕮᖇ ᗷᕮᒪOᗯ- TᕼOᑌGᕼ ᗷᕮ Sᑌᖇᕮ TO Kᕮᕮᑭ ᗩᑎ ᕮYᕮ OᑌT; ᖴOᖇ Tᕼᕮ ᒪISTS ᗯIᒪᒪ ᗩᒪᗯᗩYS ᑕOᑎTIᑎᑌᕮ TO GᖇOᗯ...



⥼ ᒪITTᒪᕮ SISTᕮᖇS ⥽

ᗩᒪSO KᑎOᗯᑎ ᗩS GᗩTᕼᕮᖇᕮᖇS, ᒪITTᒪᕮ SISTᕮᖇS ᗩᖇᕮ YOᑌᑎG ᑭᖇᕮ-ᑭᑌᗷᕮSᑕᕮᑎT GIᖇᒪS ᗯᕼO ᕼᗩᐯᕮ ᗷᕮᕮᑎ GᕮᑎᕮTIᑕᗩᒪᒪY ᗩᒪTᕮᖇᕮᗪ ᗩᑎᗪ ᗰᕮᑎTᗩᒪᒪY ᑕOᑎᗪITIOᑎᕮᗪ TO ᖇᕮᑕᒪᗩIᗰ ᗩᗪᗩᗰ ᖴᖇOᗰ Tᕼᕮ ᑕOᖇᑭSᕮS ᒪITTᕮᖇᕮᗪ ᗩᖇOᑌᑎᗪ Tᕼᕮ ᑕITY Oᖴ ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ. ᑕᖇᕮᗩTᕮᗪ ᗷY ᖇᕮᑎOᗯᑎᕮᗪ SᑕIᕮᑎTIST, ᗷᖇIGIᗪ Tᕮᑎᕮᑎᗷᗩᑌᗰ ᗩS ᗩ SOᒪᑌTIOᑎ TO Tᕼᕮ ᗩᗪᗩᗰ SᕼOᖇTᗩGᕮ; ᒪITTᒪᕮ SISTᕮᖇS ᕮ᙭TᖇᗩᑕT IᑎᕮᖇT ᗩᗪᗩᗰ ᖴᖇOᗰ Tᕼᕮ ᗪᕮᗩᗪ (ᗯᕼOᗰ Tᕼᕮ GIᖇᒪ'S ᖇᕮᖴᕮᖇ TO ᗩS "ᗩᑎGᕮᒪS") ᗷY ᑌSIᑎG ᖇᕮTᖇᗩᑕTᗩᗷᒪᕮ ᑎᕮᕮᗪᒪᕮS, ᗷᕮᖴOᖇᕮ ᑕOᑎSᑌᗰIᑎG Tᕼᕮ ᒪIᑫᑌIᗪ SO TᕼᗩT TᕼᕮIᖇ ᗷOᗪIᕮS ᑕᗩᑎ ᖇᕮᑭᖇOᑕᕮSS IT Oᑎᑕᕮ ᗩGᗩIᑎ IᑎTO ITS ᑌSᗩᗷᒪᕮ ᖴOᖇᗰ. ᗩᒪᗰOST ᗩᒪᗯᗩYS ᗩᑕᑕOᗰᑭᗩᑎIᕮᗪ ᗷY ᗩ ᗷIG ᗪᗩᗪᗪY, TᕼᕮY ᗩᖇᕮ GᕮᑎᕮᖇᗩᒪᒪY Iᗰᗰᑌᑎᕮ TO ᗩᒪᒪ ᖴOᖇᗰS Oᖴ ᗪᗩᗰᗩGᕮ, OᑌTSIᗪᕮ Oᖴ ᗷᕮIᑎG ᕼᗩᖇᐯᕮSTᕮᗪ, ᗩᑎᗪ ᕼᗩᐯᕮ ᑎO OᖴᖴᕮᑎSIᐯᕮ ᗩᗷIᒪITIᕮS; ᗩTTᗩᑕKIᑎG Tᕼᕮᗰ, ᕼOᗯᕮᐯᕮᖇ, ᗯIᒪᒪ Iᑎᑕᑌᖇ Tᕼᕮ ᗯᖇᗩTᕼ Oᖴ TᕼᕮIᖇ ᗷIG ᗪᗩᗪᗪY ᑭᖇOTᕮᑕTOᖇS.

ᖴOᖇ ᗰOᖇᕮ IᑎᖴOᖇᗰᗩTIOᑎ Oᑎ TᕼᕮSᕮ ᒪITTᒪᕮ SISTᕮᖇS, ᖴᕮᕮᒪ ᖴᖇᕮᕮ TO Sᕮᗩᖇᑕᕼ TᕼᖇOᑌGᕼ Tᕼᕮ ᕼIᗪᕮᖇ ᗷᕮᒪOᗯ- TᕼOᑌGᕼ ᗷᕮ Sᑌᖇᕮ TO Kᕮᕮᑭ ᗩᑎ ᕮYᕮ OᑌT; ᖴOᖇ Tᕼᕮ ᒪISTS ᗯIᒪᒪ ᗩᒪᗯᗩYS ᑕOᑎTIᑎᑌᕮ TO GᖇOᗯ...



⥼ ᗷIG SISTᕮᖇ ⥽

Tᕼᕮ ᗷIG SISTᕮᖇS ᗩᖇᕮ ᒪITTᒪᕮ SISTᕮᖇS ᗯᕼO ᕼᗩᐯᕮ GᖇOᗯᑎ ᑌᑭ, ᗩᑎᗪ ᑭᗩSSᕮᗪ TᕼᖇOᑌGᕼ ᑭᑌᗷᕮᖇTY; Tᕼᕮ Oᐯᕮᖇᕮ᙭ᑭOSᑌᖇᕮ TO ᗩᗪᗩᗰ TᕼᖇOᑌGᕼOᑌT TᕼᕮIᖇ ᒪIᐯᕮS ᕼᗩᐯIᑎG ᗰᗩᒍOᖇ ᕮᖴᖴᕮᑕTS Oᑎ TᕼᕮIᖇ ᗰᕮᑎTᗩᒪ STᗩᗷIᒪITY, ᑕᗩᑌSIᑎG Tᕼᕮᗰ TO ᗷᕮᑕOᗰᕮ ᕮ᙭TᖇᕮᗰᕮᒪY ᐯIOᒪᕮᑎT, ᗩᑎᗪ GᖇᗩᑎTIᑎG Tᕼᕮᗰ IᗰᗰᕮᑎSᕮ STᖇᕮᑎGTᕼ, ᗩGIᒪITY GIᐯIᑎG Tᕼᕮᗰ Tᕼᕮ ᗩᗷIᒪITY TO ᕮᐯᕮᑎ ᒍᑌᗰᑭ ᗩᑕᖇOSS ᗩᑎ ᕮᑎTIᖇᕮ ᖇOOᗰ- ᗩᑎᗪ ᗯITᕼ Tᕼᕮ ᕼᕮᒪᑭ Oᖴ ᑭOᗯᕮᖇᖴᑌᒪ ᑭᒪᗩSᗰIᗪS, Tᕼᕮ ᗷIG SISTᕮᖇS ᗩᖇᕮ Iᑎᗪᕮᕮᗪ, ᖴOᖇᗰIᗪᗩᗷᒪᕮ ᕮᑎᕮᗰIᕮS. ᗯITᕼ Tᕼᕮ ᗩᑭᑭᕮᗩᖇᗩᑎᑕᕮ Oᖴ TᕼIᑎ, ᖴᕮᗰIᑎIᑎᕮ ᐯᕮᖇSIOᑎS Oᖴ ᗷIG ᗪᗩᗪᗪIᕮS; ᕮᗩᑕᕼ ᗷIG SISTᕮᖇ ᑭOSSᕮSSᕮS SIᗰIᒪᗩᖇ ᒪOOKIᑎG ᗪIᐯIᑎG SᑌITS ᗩᑎᗪ ᕮᑫᑌIᑭᗰᕮᑎT, ᗩᑎᗪ ᗩᒪSO ᕼᗩᐯᕮ ᑕᗩGᕮS Oᑎ TᕼᕮIᖇ ᗷᗩᑕKS ᗯᕼIᑕᕼ ᑕᗩᑎ ᗷᕮ ᑌSᕮᗪ TO ᑕᗩᖇᖇY ᒪITTᒪᕮ SISTᕮᖇS. Iᖴ ᗩT ᗩᑎY GIᐯᕮᑎ TIᗰᕮ SOᗰᕮOᑎᕮ IᑎᑕᑌᖇS ᗩ ᗷIG SISTᕮᖇ'S ᗯᖇᗩTᕼ, Tᕼᕮ ᖇᕮᗪ ᑭOᖇTᕼOᒪᕮ Oᑎ Tᕼᕮ ᖴᖇOᑎT Oᖴ ᕼᕮᖇ ᕼᕮᒪᗰᕮT ᗯIᒪᒪ GᒪOᗯ, ᗩᑎᗪ Tᕼᕮ ᗷIG SISTᕮᖇ ᗯIᒪᒪ ᒪᗩᑌᑎᑕᕼ ᕼᕮᖇ ᗩTTᗩᑕK. ᕮᗩᑕᕼ ᗷIG SISTᕮᖇ ᕼᗩS ᗩ ᒪᗩᖇGᕮ ᗩᗪᗩᗰ ᑎᕮᕮᗪᒪᕮ Oᑎ ᕼᕮᖇ ᒪᕮᖴT ᗩᖇᗰ ᗯᕼIᑕᕼ IS ᑌSᕮᗪ ᖴOᖇ ᑭᖇᕮᑕISIOᑎ ᗰᕮᒪᕮᕮ ᗩTTᗩᑕKS, ᗩᑎᗪ TO ᗪᖇᗩIᑎ ᗩᗪᗩᗰ ᖴᖇOᗰ ᒪIᐯᕮ ᐯIᑕTIᗰS, ᗩᒪᒪOᗯIᑎG ᕼᕮᖇ TO ᕼᕮᗩᒪ TᕼᖇOᑌGᕼOᑌT Tᕼᕮ ᗷᗩTTᒪᕮ.

ᖴOᖇ ᗰOᖇᕮ IᑎᖴOᖇᗰᗩTIOᑎ Oᑎ TᕼᕮSᕮ ᗷIG SISTᕮᖇS, ᖴᕮᕮᒪ ᖴᖇᕮᕮ TO Sᕮᗩᖇᑕᕼ TᕼᖇOᑌGᕼ Tᕼᕮ ᕼIᗪᕮᖇ ᗷᕮᒪOᗯ- TᕼOᑌGᕼ ᗷᕮ Sᑌᖇᕮ TO Kᕮᕮᑭ ᗩᑎ ᕮYᕮ OᑌT; ᖴOᖇ Tᕼᕮ ᒪISTS ᗯIᒪᒪ ᗩᒪᗯᗩYS ᑕOᑎTIᑎᑌᕮ TO GᖇOᗯ...



⥼ SᑭᒪIᑕᕮᖇS ⥽

ᗪᕮᖴOᖇᗰᕮᗪ, GᕮᑎᕮTIᑕᗩᒪᒪY ᗰOᗪIᖴIᕮᗪ ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ᑕITIᘔᕮᑎS ᗯᕼO ᗩᖇᕮ ᖇᕮᗰᑎᗩᑎTS Oᖴ Tᕼᕮ ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ᑕIᐯIᒪ ᗯᗩᖇ, Tᕼᕮ SᑭᒪIᑕᕮᖇS (ᗩᒪSO KᑎOᗯᑎ ᗩS ᗩGGᖇᕮSSOᖇS) ᑕᗩᑎᑎOT SᑌᖇᐯIᐯᕮ ᗯITᕼOᑌT ᗩᗪᗩᗰ ᗪᑌᕮ TO TᕼᕮIᖇ ᕮ᙭TᕮᑎSIᐯᕮ Oᐯᕮᖇ-SᑭᒪIᑕIᑎG ᗩᑎᗪ ᗷIOᒪOGIᑕᗩᒪ ᗰOᗪIᖴIᑕᗩTIOᑎS. SᑭᒪIᑕᕮᖇS ᗩᖇᕮ ᖇᕮᖴᕮᖇᖇᕮᗪ TO ᗩᑕᑕOᖇᗪIᑎG TO TᕼᕮIᖇ ᗯᕮᗩᑭOᑎ ᑭᖇᕮᖴᕮᖇᕮᑎᑕᕮ, Sᑌᑕᕼ ᗩS "ᒪᕮᗩᗪᕼᕮᗩᗪ" ᖴOᖇ TᕼOSᕮ ᗯᕼO ᗯIᕮᒪᗪ GᑌᑎS. TᕼᕮY ᗯᕮᗩᖇ ᒪITTᒪᕮ Oᖇ ᑎO ᗩᖇᗰOᖇ, ᗩᑎᗪ ᑎOᖇᗰᗩᒪᒪY ᖇOᗩᗰ Tᕼᕮ ᑕITY Oᖴ ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ SᕮᗩᖇᑕᕼIᑎG ᖴOᖇ OTᕼᕮᖇ IᑎᕼᗩᗷITᗩᑎTS TO KIᒪᒪ ᗩᑎᗪ STᕮᗩᒪ ᗩᗪᗩᗰ ᖴᖇOᗰ. ᗩS TᕼᕮIᖇ ᑎᗩᗰᕮ ᗯOᑌᒪᗪ SᑌGGᕮST, TᕼᕮSᕮ ᕮᑎᕮᗰIᕮS ᗩᖇᕮ ᗩGGᖇᕮSSIᐯᕮ ᗩᑎᗪ ᑫᑌIᑕK TO ᗩTTᗩᑕK, ᗩᑎᗪ TᕼᕮY ᗯIᒪᒪ ᑌSᕮ TᕼᕮIᖇ ᕮᑎᕼᗩᑎᑕᕮᗪ ᑭᕼYSIᑕᗩᒪ STᖇᕮᑎGTᕼ, GᖇOᑌᑭ TᗩᑕTIᑕS, ᗩᑎᗪ SOᗰᕮTIᗰᕮS SᕮᗰI-ᗷIOᒪOGIᑕᗩᒪ ᗯᕮᗩᑭOᑎS TO KIᒪᒪ ᗩᒪᒪ IᑎTᖇᑌᗪᕮᖇS. ᗰOST SᑭᒪIᑕᕮᖇS ᗯᕮᗩᖇ Tᕼᕮ ᗰᗩSᑫᑌᕮᖇᗩᗪᕮ ᗷᗩᒪᒪ ᗰᗩSKS TᕼᗩT ᗯᕮᖇᕮ ᗯOᖇᑎ ᗪᑌᖇIᑎG Tᕼᕮ 1958 ᑎᕮᗯ Yᕮᗩᖇ'S ᕮᐯᕮ ᖇIOTS.

SO ᖴᗩᖇ, Tᕼᕮᖇᕮ ᗩᖇᕮ SI᙭ ᗰᗩIᑎ TYᑭᕮS Oᖴ SᑭᒪIᑕᕮᖇS.

ᖴOᖇ ᗰOᖇᕮ IᑎᖴOᖇᗰᗩTIOᑎ Oᑎ TᕼᕮSᕮ SᑭᒪIᑕᕮᖇS, ᖴᕮᕮᒪ ᖴᖇᕮᕮ TO Sᕮᗩᖇᑕᕼ TᕼᖇOᑌGᕼ Tᕼᕮ ᕼIᗪᕮᖇ ᗷᕮᒪOᗯ- TᕼOᑌGᕼ ᗷᕮ Sᑌᖇᕮ TO Kᕮᕮᑭ ᗩᑎ ᕮYᕮ OᑌT; ᖴOᖇ Tᕼᕮ ᒪISTS ᗯIᒪᒪ ᗩᒪᗯᗩYS ᑕOᑎTIᑎᑌᕮ TO GᖇOᗯ...



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⥼ ᑕᕼᗩᖇᗩᑕTᕮᖇ IᑎᖴOᖇᗰᗩTIOᑎ ⥽

ᗯITᕼIᑎ TᕼIS ᖇOᒪᕮᑭᒪᗩY ᗯᕮ ᗯIᒪᒪ ᗷᕮ ᗩᑕᑕᕮᑭTIᑎG OᖇIGIᑎᗩᒪ ᑕᕼᗩᖇᗩᑕTᕮᖇS (Oᑕ) OᑎᒪY, ᕼOᗯᕮᐯᕮᖇ, TᕼᖇOᑌGᕼOᑌT Tᕼᕮ ᖇOᒪᕮᑭᒪᗩY ᑕᗩᑎᑎOᑎ ᑕᕼᗩᖇᗩᑕTᕮᖇS TᕼᗩT ᕼᗩᐯᕮ ᗩᒪᖇᕮᗩᗪY ᗷᕮᕮᑎ ᑭᖇᕮ-ᕮSTᗩᗷᒪISᕼᕮᗪ TᕼᖇOᑌGᕼOᑌT Tᕼᕮ SᕮᖇIᕮS Oᖴ ᗷIOSᕼOᑕK ᗯIᒪᒪ ᗷᕮ ᗩᐯᗩIᒪᗩᗷᒪᕮ ᖴOᖇ ᖇOᒪᕮᑭᒪᗩYᕮᖇS TO TᗩKᕮ Oᑎ; ᑕᕼᗩᖇᗩᑕTᕮᖇS ᗩᖇᕮ STᖇIᑕTᒪY ᒪIᗰITᕮᗪ TO ᗷᕮIᑎG ᕼᑌᗰᗩᑎ, TᕼOᑌGᕼ ᖴᕮᕮᒪ ᖴᖇᕮᕮ TO ᕼᗩᐯᕮ ᖇᕮIGᑎ Oᐯᕮᖇ ᗯᕼᗩT IT IS YOᑌ ᗯOᑌᒪᗪ ᒪIKᕮ YOᑌᖇ ᑕᕼᗩᖇᗩᑕTᕮᖇ TO ᗷᕮ ᒪIKᕮ- ᑭᒪᕮᗩSᕮ ᖴᕮᕮᒪ ᖴᖇᕮᕮ TO ᑕOᑎTᗩᑕT ᕮITᕼᕮᖇ ᗰᕮ, Oᖇ Oᑎᕮ Oᖴ ᗰY ᑕO-Gᗰ’S ᐯIᗩ ᑭᗰ Oᖇ Iᑎ Tᕼᕮ OOᑕ SᕼOᑌᒪᗪ YOᑌ ᕼᗩᐯᕮ ᗩᑎY ᑫᑌᕮSTIOᑎS, ᗯᕮ ᗯIᒪᒪ ᗪO Oᑌᖇ ᗷᕮST TO GIᐯᕮ YOᑌ Tᕼᕮ ᗩᑎSᗯᕮᖇS, ᗩᑎᗪ TO ᕼᕮᒪᑭ YOᑌ OᑌT ᗩS ᗰᑌᑕᕼ ᗩS ᗯᕮ ᑕᗩᑎ.

ᖴOᖇ TᕼOSᕮ Oᖴ ᗯᕼOᗰ ᗩᖇᕮ ᗯISᕼIᑎG TO ᑭᒪᗩY ᑕᗩᑎᑎOᑎ ᑕᕼᗩᖇᗩᑕTᕮᖇS ᒪᗩTᕮᖇ ᗪOᗯᑎ Tᕼᕮ ᒪIᑎᕮ, YOᑌ ᗰᑌST ᗪᕮᗰOᑎSTᖇᗩTᕮ ᗩ STᖇOᑎG ᗯᖇITIᑎG ᗩᗷIᒪITY (GOOᗪ Gᖇᗩᗰᗰᗩᖇ, ᑭᑌᑎᑕTᑌᗩTIOᑎ, ᕮTᑕ.), ᗩᑎᗪ ᗰᑌST ᑭᒪᕮᗩSᕮ ᗰᕮSSᗩGᕮ ᗰᕮ ᗩᑎᗪ ᗰY ᑕO-Gᗰ’S ᗯITᕼ ᗩ Sᗩᗰᑭᒪᕮ ᑭOST ᗩᑎᗪ ᗩ ᗷᖇIᕮᖴ STOᖇY ᑭᒪᗩᑎ (ᖇᕮᒪᗩTIᑎG TO Tᕼᕮ ᖇOᒪᕮᑭᒪᗩY) Oᖴ TᕼᗩT ᑭᗩᖇTIᑕᑌᒪᗩᖇ ᑕᕼᗩᖇᗩᑕTᕮᖇ ᖴOᖇ ᑕOᑎSIᗪᕮᖇᗩTIOᑎ; Iᖴ Tᕼᕮ ᑕᕼᗩᖇᗩᑕTᕮᖇ ᗩᑎᗪ Sᗩᗰᑭᒪᕮ ᕼᗩS ᗷᕮᕮᑎ ᗩᑕᑕᕮᑭTᕮᗪ, Tᕼᕮᑎ YOᑌ Sᕼᗩᒪᒪ Iᑎᗪᕮᕮᗪ ᗷᕮ ᑎOTIᖴIᕮᗪ ᗩS SOOᑎ ᗩS ᑭOSSIᗷᒪᕮ.

ᗩT TᕼIS ᑭOIᑎT Iᑎ TIᗰᕮ, I ᗯIᒪᒪ ᗷᕮ ᑭᑌTTIᑎG ᗩ ᒪIᗰIT Oᑎ ᑕᕼᗩᖇᗩᑕTᕮᖇS; ᕼOᗯᕮᐯᕮᖇ, ᗩT ᗩ ᒪᗩTᕮᖇ ᗪᗩTᕮ, TᕼIS ᗰᗩY ᑕᕼᗩᑎGᕮ- ᒍᑌST ᑭᒪᕮᗩSᕮ KᑎOᗯ TᕼᗩT Iᖴ, ᗩᑎᗪ/ Oᖇ ᗯᕼᕮᑎ TᕼIS TIᗰᕮ ᗪOᕮS ᑕOᗰᕮ TᕼᗩT I ᖇᕮᗰOᐯᕮ Tᕼᕮ ᒪIᗰIT, I ᗯIᒪᒪ ᑎOTIᖴY YOᑌ ᗩᒪᒪ ᗯITᕼIᑎ Tᕼᕮ OOᑕ. ᗩT TᕼIS STᗩGᕮ ᗯᕮ ᗩᖇᕮ ᗩᑕᑕᕮᑭTIᑎG ᗩᒪᒪ ᕼᑌᗰᗩᑎS ᖴᖇOᗰ ᗩᖇOᑌᑎᗪ Tᕼᕮ ᗯOᖇᒪᗪ- ᒪᕮT YOᑌᖇ IᗰᗩGIᑎᗩTIOᑎS ᑕOᗰᕮ TO ᒪIᖴᕮ, ᗩᑎᗪ ᕼᗩᐯᕮ ᖴᑌᑎ ᗯᕼᕮᑎ ᑕᖇᕮᗩTIᑎG YOᑌᖇ ᑕᕼᗩᖇᗩᑕTᕮᖇS; ᗩᑎᗪ ᗪOᑎ’T ᗷᕮ ᗩᖴᖇᗩIᗪ TO ᕮᑎTᗯIᑎᕮ TᕼᕮIᖇ STOᖇIᕮS ᗯITᕼ Tᕼᕮ STOᖇIᕮS Oᖴ OTᕼᕮᖇS... ᗯITᕼ ᑭᕮᖇᗰISSIOᑎ ᖴᖇOᗰ TᕼᗩT ᖇOᒪᕮᑭᒪᗩYᕮᖇ Oᖴ ᑕOᑌᖇSᕮ.



ᑭᒪᕮᗩSᕮ ᑎOTᕮ: ᗯᕼᕮᑎ IT ᑕOᗰᕮS TO ᑕᕼᗩᖇᗩᑕTᕮᖇ ᗩᑭᑭᕮᗩᖇᗩᑎᑕᕮS; ᑭᒪᕮᗩSᕮ... ᑭᒪᕮᗩSᕮ TᖇY TO ᑌSᕮ ᗩᑕTᑌᗩᒪ ᑭᕮOᑭᒪᕮ ᖴOᖇ YOᑌᖇ ᖴᗩᑕᕮ-ᑕᒪᗩIᗰS, ᗩᑎᗪ ᑎOT ᗪᖇᗩᗯᑎ Oᖇ ᗩᑎIᗰᕮ ᑭIᑕTᑌᖇᕮS- ᗩS YOᑌᖇ Gᗰ, TᕼIS TᕮᑎᗪS TO ᗷᕮ ᗩ ᑭᕮT-ᑭᕮᕮᐯᕮ Oᖴ ᗰIᑎᕮ, ᗩᑎᗪ I ᗯOᑌᒪᗪ ᖇᕮᗩᒪᒪY ᗩᑭᑭᖇᕮᑕIᗩTᕮ IT. ᑭᒪᕮᗩSᕮ ᑭOST ᗩᒪᒪ ᑕOᗰᑭᒪᕮTᕮᗪ ᑕS'S Iᑎ Tᕼᕮ OOᑕ ᖴOᖇ ᑕOᑎSIᗪᕮᖇᗩTIOᑎ, ᗩᑎᗪ Oᑎᑕᕮ TᕼᕮY ᕼᗩᐯᕮ ᗷᕮᕮᑎ ᗩᑕᑕᕮᑭTᕮᗪ, I Sᕼᗩᒪᒪ ᑭᕮᖇSOᑎᗩᒪᒪY ᑭᑌT Tᕼᕮᗰ Iᑎ Tᕼᕮ ᑕᕼᗩᖇᗩᑕTᕮᖇ Tᗩᗷ. Iᑎ ᗩᗪᐯᗩᑎᑕᕮ, I TᕼᗩᑎK YOᑌ ᗩᒪᒪ ᖴOᖇ YOᑌᖇ ᑕO-OᑭᕮᖇᗩTIOᑎ.

⥼ ᑕᕼᗩᖇᗩᑕTᕮᖇ SᕼᕮᕮT ᕮ᙭ᗩᗰᑭᒪᕮ ⥽



In Academy: A school for Heroes and Villains (open to all) → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Kaimana Curry and Paradise Wayne-Isley


Location: The Courtyard & Gardens; The Academy.
Interacting With: Each other, and Arthur Curry.



Kaimana stared at the gates to the Academy, trying not to get his hopes up at maybe finding a way to help Paradise. He knew it was selfish to put her through it… but he didn’t want to let her go… But at the very least, she could have some comfort with the Academy, no doubt there healers he hoped might be able to help could ease any suffering she had, either way.

So studying the gates, he didn’t know if he’d come to hate them, or not. He certainly didn’t want his hopes to be crushed… to lose her. He tried to focus on other aspects, like just how large the gates were. Did they expect giants or something? Could they leave freely through them, or when they closed were they stuck each day? He shook his head, deciding that that was thoughts he’d probably never consider even if he did get an answer.

He looked to Paradise, smiling ”You ready?”

The sight of the iron gates looming over them… it was daunting, and made her heart shake lightly within the confines of her chest. Her hand slipping out, Paradise sought to take a gentle hold of his hand, entwining their fingers as she tightened her grip over the handle of the blue and white ukulele case she held by her side, the strap of her guitar case crossed firmly over her body, keeping it rested upon her back. This was it… they were finally here…

Nerves spreading throughout her body, she stepped close to him, the sound of a loud bang sounding out from somewhere beyond the gates causing her to flinch slightly, sending her heart soaring as barking filled the air around them. She wasn’t sure what to make of it… the academy had seemed like a good idea at the beginning; when she had first received the invitation- and from Bruce Wayne himself..! But now…

“..I-... I don’t know…”

Feeling her flinch, Kiamana turned towards her, automatically shifting what he carried to wrap his arms around her, holding her close. He wondered who had thought it was a good idea to unleash fireworks over the Academy while students were arriving with excitable creatures. ”Paras… it’s okay” he said softly, ”We can stay out here a bit if you want” He didn’t want to pressure her into doing anything she didn’t want to.

”We could try to find dad… he might let us inside” he suggested, thinking that might be a good idea until things calmed a bit. He pulled back slightly to meet her gaze and give her a smile.

Shifting her lithe figure slightly against his own muscular one, her eyes closing, Paradise took a moment to herself; doing her best to calm the feverish beating of her heart. Fireworks..? Why were there fireworks..? It was a school- it wasn’t as though she wasn’t a fan of fireworks. They were beautiful… romantic… Watching them from the comfort of Kaimana’s arms, surrounded by the tropical flora she loved more than anything was something she had always enjoyed doing. But this… she didn’t like this...

‘..i-it’s too… it’s too much…”

A warmth flushing across the center of her face, she broke her hand from his, lifting it up enough that she was able to press the tips of her fingers to the skin just above her upper lip. She could feel it… the familiar warmth; the familiar wetness of her blood slowly trickling down, “..K-Kai…”

Kaimana pulled back when her hand slipped from his, watching her with concern. He pulled back just enough to retrieve that packet of tissues he carried with him. He took one out, holding it out trying not to think beyond stopping the nose bleed. He couldn’t think why, or he wouldn’t be able to comfort her. ”Paras… Why don’t we find the gardens… you always like being near plants.” he suggested, thinking she’d be more comfortable away from the crowd, if only for a little bit.

Reaching out, taking the tissue he was offering out to her, Paradise lifted it to her nose, holding it there in an attempt to stop, or at least slow the blood that was trickling down over her fingers, lips and chin. It wasn’t the first time; and it wasn’t going to be the last either. It was just something that she had always had to live with in her life- an unfortunate symptom of her ever degrading health.

Nodding her head lightly, doing her best to be mindful of keeping the tissue held firmly against her nose, she let her gaze wander back through the gates, searching for any sign of the gardens that Kaimana was speaking of- the gardens that his father had told them about. It would be nice… to get away… to separate herself from the crowd, at least for a bit- at least until she had time to clean herself up… Turning her attention back over to him after a moment or two, her soft pink lips parted slightly behind the mess of red and white, she eventually went to answer, her head nodding lightly as she spoke, her voice soft.

“..p-please…”

”Alright!” Kaimana said, before realising that he didn’t actually know where the gardens were. He was sure he had seen a map somewhere of the grounds… but he couldn’t remember. Still… it couldn’t be that hard to find them? He looked towards the gates, wondering if they were a reflection of the school itself… was everything larger than life? The immense size of the school suddenly became apparent, as he looked back to Paradise. He couldn’t drag her all over the school and back searching for the gardens... He hovered in that uncertainty.

”Do… Do you remember where they are?”

“Remember where what are, Kaimana..?” The deep and familiar booming voice sounding from just behind the both of them, Arthur smiled at the sight of his son, and his son’s girlfriend, a slight flicker of hesitation making its way over his features as he caught sight of the bloodied tissue in her hand, though he brushed it aside, his feet carrying him quickly over to where they were standing, “..Paradise… how are you feeling..? I know it was a long trip; did you get enough rest..? Or did my son keep you up by showing off in the surf again..?”

”Dad!” Kaimana said, somehow making it sound a little exasperated even as it was joyful. ”We were thinking of going to the gardens.” he said, realising his father could help them, ”Where it’s a little more peaceful!” He added, trying hard to keep the concern from his voice.

While he did his best to keep it out of his voice, it was clear in his eyes. The concern his son had for the young girl he was dating was overwhelming; and it was the reason that they were both there. Kaimana had followed Paradise across the country without so much as a second thought… someone needed to keep an eye on him to make sure he was going to be okay if things went-... if things went south…

“..I know where they are- follow me, I’ll show you…”

Nodding his head, giving his son the subtle sign that he understood what was going on, Arthur motioned for the both of them to follow after him as he headed forward, and through the gate, keeping his pace slow and steady so that they could both keep up without putting too much strain on the young girl, “So… how are you liking it so far..?”

Following after his father, making sure that Paradise was following as well, Kaimana looked about them as they walked. He couldn’t help but wonder just how the school had been built so fast and in such detail. Even with super abilities it didn’t seem possible. He shook his head, looking back to his father when he spoke. ”Its… very big. The gates are impressive.” He said, knowing that that was a bit lame. ”The cabin was nice though,” he said a bit more eagerly.

“..it was very beautiful…” Pausing a moment, removing the tissue from her nose enough so that she could see how bad the flow of blood was before returning it back to its place against her face, her beautiful gaze lifting as she looked towards the man who had welcomed her so willingly, and happily into the family from the very moment that she had first been introduced to them, “..we really didn’t want to leave…”

“I had a feeling you both might like it.” Chuckling at their responses, Arthur glanced at them both from over his shoulder, his eyes meeting that of his son’s for a moment before he turned away, leading them both past the ever growing crowd of students and towards the path that led towards the vast and lavish gardens.

”Maybe we could stay there, instead of in the dorms?” Kaimana asked, hesitating a moment as his father met his gaze a little unsure. Deciding to ask his father what that was about later, he continued to look about them, making sure that Paradise was okay every so often. He had to admit, he was looking forward to the peace of the gardens as the crowd continued to grow.

”Are you okay?” he asked Paradise, wanting to make sure, not wanting her to exhaust herself if it was too strenuous.

“..y-yeah… I’m fine…” Giving him a gentle smile, her features a little pale, Paradise nodded her head lightly in response, holding his gaze a few moments longer before she looked away once more, her attention drawing down to the path they were walking along, “..just a little tired… that’s all…”

Quirking his brow, his body turning so that he was looking at his son from over his shoulder, Arthur kept his pace, leading them down the path a little longer before eventually, the path was gone, replaced instead by the overgrowth of grass beneath their feet, and a large abundance of plant life surrounding them, “You want to stay there rather than at the dorms..? I mean… it might be doable… I would have to pull some strings with Bruce; but might be able to make it happen…”

Kaimana managed a smile, although he would be happier once they’d reach the gardens and she could rest. ”Just a little longer.” he encouraged her, smiling still although it faded as he considered his father’s words. ”If its too hard we can stay in the dorms.... It was just nice there together.” he said softly, not wanting to make things difficult.

He glanced about them as the scenery changed, the plant life rising around them. He was sure he hadn’t seen half of the plants here, if that. ”This is… it seems so exotic.”

Chuckling softly, a slight twinkle making its way into his weary and worried eyes, Arthur motioned towards the beautiful gardens that surrounded them, urging them to explore it at their own leisure; knowing for a fact that it was one thing that might help to make Paradise feel even the slightest bit better, “..the gardens were both designed and created by Pamela Isley… she, just like you Paradise, has a great love of mother nature; and has an affinity for plant life.”

Smiling softly, slowing to a stop once they drew into a clearing, he turned to look at them both, watching on as the young woman moved over to a large tree, the girl dropping down to sit in its shade, “..and I will talk to Bruce about whether or not you will be allowed to stay at the cabin; don’t think of it as a hassle. If it helps-... I’ll look into it for you.”

Watching Paradise, barely taking his gaze from her, Kaimana nodded gratefully at his father's words, ”Thank you dad… “ he said softly, his gaze never straying from Paradise. As if part of him was afraid that if he looked away too long, she’d be gone. He hesitated a moment, before tearing his gaze from Paradise, to look towards his father.

”But… staying here means there will be help if something happens… I don’t know what to do, dad” he admitted, keeping his voice soft.

Falling silent a moment, his gaze never once leaving his son’s figure standing before him, Arthur let a heavy sigh fall from between his lips. Kaimana had always been one to care with everything he had… it was only natural that his son would then care for Paradise in the exact same way. Kaimana loved her; he had made that fact perfectly clear when he had first introduced her to both his wife and himself...

..he only hoped that she wouldn’t end up being his downfall…

“..we’ll work it out, Kai… you have my word…” Giving his son a small smile, he turned his gaze back over to the young woman sat in front of the tree, watching her for a moment before he made to move, giving Kaimana a comforting pat on the back before he headed back the way he had come, “..I’ll go see if I can have a word with Bruce now… keep faith; she’ll be alright…”

Kaimana nodded, returning his gaze to Paradise once more, ”Okay dad… thanks” he said softly, knowing that his father was right, He watched Paradise a moment longer before he went over to her, giving her a smile ”What do you think?”

“..i-it’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before…” Her voice soft, her attention lingering on a rather beautiful flower blooming beside her, Paradise lowered the bloodied tissue down to her lap, her hand reaching out so that she could run the tips of her fingers gently over the petals, her very touch seeming to cause the color to grow just that little bit brighter, “..but-... but i-it’s so much…”

”There’s a lot.” Kaimana agreed, settling himself beside her, ”The whole school seems… larger than life… there’s so much here.” He watched her interacting with the plants, ”They look so different from the ones back home.”

“..that’s because they are…”

Lifting her beautiful gaze, the tissue now lain forgotten in her lap, and the blood that remained now dried and staining her lips a slight crimson, Paradise smiled softly, her skin paled though it was clear that she felt more relaxed surrounded by the thriving plant life making its home within the gardens. It was so peaceful… just like the beach cabin had been; and yet, it was completely different…

Reaching out, she hesitated, her head tilting lightly to the side before she reached out, the tips of her fingers gently brushing over the petals of one of the roses that grew beside her, “..these plants; they aren’t native to our home, not that it means they can’t be grown… it just means that you need to be extra careful, and be sure to give them plenty of love when you do. Like this rose… it’s so pretty… I’ve only really ever seen them before in the flower stores. Yet it’s so different to the hibiscus flowers you see growing all over the islands… Both are so beautiful- share a lot of things in common with one another, and even then…”

Pausing a moment, her gaze falling to a bare patch of grass beside the roses, Paradise let her fingers fall to the ground, the young woman seeming to concentrate a moment before suddenly, a tiny patch of the dirt began to rise, causing the blades of grass to part from one another as a large and colorful hibiscus grew right before their very eyes, “..they are so vastly different. I guess that’s what happens when we grow up where we have… surrounded by so many tropical flora…”

Glad to see that Paradise seemed even a little bit better, watching her as she gently touched the plants and listening as she spoke. He always enjoyed it when she spoke about plants, things she so dearly loved. As she grew a hibiscus, Kaimana couldn’t help but smile. She was so gifted, so talented… She was perfect. And he would do anything for her. ”They’re beautiful… I still like the flowers back home better. Maybe that’s the familiarity of them… but they remind me of you.” he said softly, reaching out to gently brush the back of his fingers along her cheek.

”Colourful and bright, strong and warm… “ He continued softly, keeping his gaze on her ”And beautiful.”

Turning her head, her gaze lifting to meet with his as she felt his gentle and loving touch brushing against her cheek, Paradise couldn’t help the soft and tiniest amount of color that flushed over her features. He thought so highly at her… Lifting her hand from the flower, she reached across her body, her palm resting delicately over his own for a moment before she dropped it down, lightly patting at the patch of grass beside her, urging him to join her in the shade of the tree.

“..you really think I’m beautiful..?”

Kaimana settled himself beside her, nodding. ”Of course… You are truly beautiful… “ he said softly, reaching out to gently take her in his arms, ”I only wish you could see that, but I guess I’ll just have to keep on reminding you.” He said with a smile.

Kaimana… he was just so sweet… so caring… so considerate... Closing her eyes, her body falling against his as she felt his arms wrap around her, Paradise curled gently against his chest, her hand lifting to rest over his collarbone as her head found its natural place nestled lovingly within the crook of his neck, her voice soft as she spoke out loud to him, her warm breath flowing out over his flesh, “..I love you, Kai…”

Holding her close, Kaimana was more than happy to stay were they were. A little bit of peace, before things would get a little hectic. He thought for a moment or two, before saying with a small chuckle ”Think anyone would notice we weren’t there if we stayed here all day?”

“..only your dad…” A small smile working its way onto her lips, her body curling in closer against his, she let out a soft giggle, the sound soon fading away into nothing as she once more spoke, her fingers curling gently over the front of his chest, “..though… I can’t see him dobbing us in… I really don’t think he would mind… not now that we’re here…”

Kaimana smiled, having to admit that she was probably right about that. ”Then lets stay, at least for a little bit.” he said, shifting slightly to kiss her softly.
In Academy: A school for Heroes and Villains (open to all) → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Connor Tony Stark, Salyssa Moone and Tobias Coulson


Location: The Courtyard; The Academy.
Interacting With: Each other, and Tony Stark.



As the car stopped near the gates, Tobias leaned over to open the door, forgetting to keep a hold of Akita. The half-grown Malamute leaped out the car in a heartbeat, and was eagerly racing towards the gates, and the people she could see, the sounds of fireworks encouraging her to run away to somewhat familiar crowds. “Shoot!” Tobias scrambled out the car, “Akita! I’ll go catch her Lyssa” he said, over his shoulder as he chased after the dog.

He charged through the gates after her, dodging around people. It soon became clear that Akita thought it was a game, and he was soon running as fast as he could, panting slightly.

“..T-Tobi..!”

Cursing inwardly, clearly blaming herself for not having reminded him to put her on the leash, Salyssa was quick to gather her belongings from the backseat; making sure that the book she had been reading was tucked securely away in her bag before she hurried after him, her eyes filled with worry as she searched the figures heading through the gates. He was gone- they both were. Swallowed up by the crowd of people she was sure they were going to be getting to know during their time at the academy.

Panic flickering out through her being, wondering just how far they could have gone, she began to run, her feet carrying her through the gates as she glanced about, her face first getting a dose of what she believed to be bright red hair as her body collided with that of another, causing her to turn and apologize. This was not her day… not even a few moments after having arrived and she was already making a foo-...

The thought gone completely as she felt herself collide with yet another figure, Salyssa lost her footing, her eyes growing wide as she turned, her arms reaching out to cling almost desperately to the mysterious figure as she fell, “..o-oh no…”

As someone crashed into Connor, he reacted instinctively, reaching out to catch them, encircling his arms around them, He stepped back a little bit, so they wouldn’t tumble over, When it was clear they weren’t going to fall to the ground, Connor looked down at the girl that had crashed into him.

She was pretty. Which wasn’t the best of thoughts to have for Connor. Clearing his throat he managed to say ”Are you okay?” without sounding like an idiot. He flicked a glance around them, concerned she was being chased by something the way she had crashed into him, but couldn’t see anything.

“..y-yes… thank you…” Lifting her head, her gaze meeting with the guy who had caught her, Salyssa’s cheeks turned a gentle shade of red, her soft pink lips parting ever so slightly as she stared up at him, the beating of her heart quickening just slightly. He... he was handsome… very much so… Gods, it was just her luck that she would crash into someone like him. Of all people, she was the one to make a fool of herself.

“..I-I-.... sorry… I did not mean-... please, forgive me...”

Connor managed to give her, what he hoped wasn’t a awkward smile. ”It’s okay, it happens. I’m glad I could prevent you hitting the ground” He said, trying to cheer her up, or at least make her feel a bit better. ”What were you running like that for?” he asked curiously, seeming to be unaware that he hadn’t let her go yet.

She had been running… why had she been running again..? The question was an easy one; though her mind seemed muddled, and she had to take a moment to sort through the mess of thoughts before she spoke, giving him the answer that he was seeking, her body (unconsciously) still resting contently within the warm circle of his arms, “..uhm… oh, uh… Akila… she got loose when we opened the car door… my friend… he went chasing after her before I could stop him…”

The explanation was a typically normal one, and that was a bit of a shock to Connor. He realised that he had been expecting more exotic things perhaps because of what the school was. ”Well. I’m sure he’ll be able to catch her, but we can have a l-”

Connor was cut off by his father slapping him on the back, a wide grin of his features, “Ah, Connor! Girls already falling for you, huh? Atta boy!”

Connor starred, utterly embarrassed, at his father. ”Dad!” He exclaimed, glancing away, his face heating up, ”I… I’m sorry…. “

Cheeks flushing a bright shade of red at the words coming from the older man, embarrassment flushing over her otherwise gentle features, Salyssa dropped her head, her gaze lingering a moment on the ground as the sudden realization that she was still held in his arms washed over her, causing her to step back, her hands both quickly taking hold of the strap of her bag resting over her shoulder.

“..M-Mr. Stark… i-it is an honor to meet you; my friend... Tobias… he-... he loves you, a-and your work as the Iron Man… you are his idol…”

Connor let his hands drop to his side when she stepped back, before raising a hand and rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, ”Sorry… “ he muttered, hoping his father wouldn’t be too embarrassing.

Tony chuckled, “I’m always happy to help up and coming engineers, if he’d like that, But don’t be shy! I told my boy he’d do fine here!” He said, reaching over to ruffle Connor’s hair.

Connor wondered if it was physically possible to fry an egg on heated cheeks. ”Dad… “

“Now, now Connor! You gotta be someone that takes a chance!”

Connor sighed, knowing his father could just go on and on even if he objected. ”I’ll try dad.... “ He said softly, relieved when his mother dragged him away. ”I’m sorry… “ he said again.

More than a little embarrassed at the situation, and of the great man she now knew to be the father of the guy she had inadvertently fallen into, Salyssa’s lips parted slightly from one another, her cheeks still pulsing red from the blush, though her eyes followed after the pair of supers as they departed from the scene; the woman obviously scalding the man for his behavior.

Turning her head slightly, her gaze flicking back to the guy apologizing; her attention was drawn quickly back to the woman, her eyes full of awe as she spoke, her voice soft, “..w-was that..? Was that… Pepper Potts..?”

Connor was a little taken aback… this was a new one for him. Most, if not all, were interested in his father, not his mother, despite the fact she was a powerful being in the industry. ”Yes, it was. She’s probably the only one that can control my father” he admitted, glancing to his parents. ”Do you follow her?”

Nodding her head lightly, her gaze finally tearing from the couple, Salyssa once more looked back to the guy she was speaking with; awe and admiration flickering behind her eyes, ”..yes; very much so. She is someone I look up to most, apart from my own mother. She is such a strong woman; so successful… and her business and work ethic is unlike anything I have ever seen. Your father might be my friends idol; though I must admit, Mrs. Potts has always been my own…”

Connor was silent for a moment, taking that in. Had anyone ever asked about his mother before? Certainly not like they did Tony… ”She’s who I look up to most too… I know my father is, well… popular, but I’ve always admired my mother” he said, ”I mean, anyone that can cow Tony Stark is a force to be reckoned with” He continued with a soft chuckle, ”Perhaps when she isn’t scolding my father you can meet her?”

“..she is your mother..? Oh, I would love to meet her… thank you..!” Smiling brightly at the thought, her soft features lighting up even under the blush that still graced her cheeks, Salyssa seemed to relax, her posture becoming more inviting as she tilted her head lightly to the side, her grip upon the strap of her bag loosening.

“..it would honestly be a dream come true…”

Connor smiled, ”I’m sure she’d love to meet you. Especially if you are eager to learn what she does. She’s always looking for up and coming women” He said, looking back to his parents, amused at their behaviour. It didn’t matter if they were in public or not, they still acted the same. ”But… I don’t think I got your name, I’m sorry”

“..o-oh… that was rude of me…” Her features falling, realizing that all this time, she hadn’t even given him her name, Salyssa took a moment, inwardly cursing herself. How had she become so distracted; and so easily as well..? Perhaps she had spent too much time with Tobias… it seemed he was rubbing off on her; not that she would ever consider that to be a bad thing. He was her best friend; and she couldn’t think of a better person to pick up traits from… but while she found his ability to get distracted by the smallest of things to be endearing, she wasn’t sure it was one she should be placing in her repertoire.

“..forgive me… my name is Salyssa Moone. It is a pleasure to meet you.”

”It's a pleasure to meet you, Salyssa. I’m Connor Stark” Connor said, ”And… I am sorry about my father… “ He said, ”I didn’t think he’d do that… “

A shout of “Akila!” behind them warned him someone was approaching, and at a fast speed, and he turned just in time to avoid a half grown dog and the boy who seemed to succeed in grabbing the dog’s collar. “Finally!” Tobias said breathlessly, glancing about him “Oh! Hey Lyssa! I caught her!”

Panicking as she saw the large ball of fur come barreling towards them, followed closely by the excited mass that was her best friend, Salyssa kicked off from the ground, her legs pulling up and out the way as she used her arms to hug her bag in close against her chest, her body hovering naturally in the air above the group and the commotion being caused. It wasn’t the first time the large dog had gotten away from them… and she was sure that it wasn’t going to be the last time either. It was worrisome, though she knew that life just wouldn’t be the same should the bubbly canine be cooped up on a leash at all times.

“Tobi..! You had me worried- you ran off and left me by the car… here…” Body twisting slightly in the air, she opened her bag, a gentle frown crossing over her lips as she rummaged around, eventually managing to find what it was she had been looking for, she held the lead out for him to take, “..please Tobi... put her on the leash before you lose control of her again…”

Tobias bowed his head slightly, “I’m sorry, Lyssa” He said softly, “I didn’t mean to leave you… I just had to catch her before she got in trouble… “ He said, looking down at Akila, and then back up at Salyssa, taking the leash “Okay!” He took a few moments to put the leash on, smiling once more and patting the pup.

“Least she’ll be tired tonight” He said cheerfully, apparently oblivious to Connor, “That’s a plus!”

Connor stepped back, a little trepidacious at the situation. He hesitated, debating about whether to speak or not. He supposed he’d have to get use to other students using powers, although it was still a little shocking. He knew he should be use to it, with Ben; but Ben… was Ben. ”Is, uh, everything okay?”

Nodding her head lightly, her bag once more hanging loose by her side as she leant forward, making sure the lead was clipped on properly, Salyssa turned her head, her gaze flicking back up to meet with Connor’s as her smile once again rose to her lips, “..yes; it seems Tobi was able to catch Akila… I am just glad she did not run out onto the road like she did this morning before we left… she is quite easily excitable…”

Connor hesitated, not sure how to say that that wasn’t what he had meant, ”Uh, no, I mean… you’re, uh, floating… “ He said a little awkwardly, not sure if she didn’t know she was floating or not.

Tobias continued to pet Akila, glancing up at Salyssa, “She does that” He said, brushing it off, and looking about them with curiosity, stopping whenever something caught his eye.

A little taken back by his words, the action something that had come so naturally to her, Salyssa stared at him a moment before quickly returning her feet back to the ground, her cheeks once more taking on that light red in color as she looked away, her gaze and attention dropping to the ground between them as embarrassment became clear upon her features, “..s-sorry… I-... I did not mean-...”

Mortified that he had inspired such a reaction from her, Connor hurriedly scrambled to make it right, ”No, no, it’s okay! You just didn’t seem to notice and… I thought something might be wrong!” he said, his voice rushed as he tried to fix his mistake.

“..i-it comes from being a Lantern… forgive me, I-... I did not wish to make you feel uncomfortable…”

Connor shook his head, ”You didn’t make me feel uncomfortable… I just wasn’t expecting it.” he said, feeling horrible for making her feel bad. He really wasn’t doing a good job at socializing.

Tobias meanwhile appeared to have seen something that caught his attention, ”Lyssa! Look!” he said, eagerly pointing to Tony and Pepper, practically bouncing up and down.

Amused, Connor looked over to his parents, ”Perhaps you can both meet them later,” he suggested, long since use to people fawning over his father at least. He flicked a glance about, seeing the jet with his and Jason’s luggage, but not inclined to go retrieve his just yet, before looking back to Salyssa and Tobias, now petting his dog. ”So… “ Connor searched for something else to say, scrambling to find anything to talk about, desperate to at least make some friends… or at least do well here, ”Perhaps after induction is over, when things quieten down, we could explore the school..?”

Her attention torn from Tobias, a flicker of worry crossing over her features at the thought that he might once again act before thinking, Salyssa turned her gaze back over to Connor as his voice once more hit her ears, his words causing her soft pink lips to part. He… wanted to spend time together..?

“..y-yeah… that-... that sounds really nice… I would really like that…”

Pleased, Connor smiled. Maybe he could survive here well, ”I look forward to it”
In Academy: A school for Heroes and Villains (open to all) → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Barca Ashur Xavier, Naevia Udaku and Jason Tiberius Stark


Location: The Courtyard; The Academy.
Interacting With: Each other.



“If I say hello, will they bite?”

The voice unfamiliar though catching her attention, if just for a moment, had her head turning ever slightly to the side, the woman’s step slowing to an eventual halt before finally, she gave him her profile; her dark eyes moving to linger upon the figure who was either brave enough… or stupid enough to approach her as he had just done. Either way… she had to admit that she was the tiniest bit impressed.

“..only should they see you as a threat… or should I deem that you have wasted my time.” Her hand reaching out, touch gentle… loving, Naevia ran her fingers through the thick mane of the lion closest to her; the large feline letting out what was almost considered a purr at the action, his large head leaning further into the palm of her hand, seeking that little bit more attention from his mistress as she spoke to it, “..mmm… tamaa, upendo wangu…”

Crixus… always so impatient- so impulsive… always so willing to jump to her defense. Her big boy, always doing her proud. That very thought bringing a small smile to her otherwise bored features, she brought her attention back to the man standing before her, not bothering to hide her actions as she allowed her dark gaze to so freely roam down and back up the length of his body before she spoke again.

“..you have my ear. Speak.”

Despite the fact the girl seem to have the lions controlled, Barca kept an eye on them. He kept his free hand by his side, trying to stand relaxed and casual, not wanting to give the lions any reason to attack him. Studying them a moment, he gave them each a nod, hoping that was considered respectful towards them. He gave respect where respect was due, and the lions were obviously well trained, something he attributed to the girl.

Besides, he didn’t want to be in the stomach of two lions. What would the world do, without Barca Ashur Xavier?

He turned his gaze back to the girl, smiling although a little frustrated that he couldn’t understand the language she spoke to the lions. A lapse he would have to rectify, and soon. Perhaps… his father would hear about this, and help fix that lapse in Barca’s knowledge. Yes. Satisfied with that, Barca made a mental note to ask him.

”Well, I will try not to waste your time, or that of your magnificent lions.” Barca said rather genuinely, surprising himself. He smiled once more, adding a bit of amusement to it. This girl was rather interesting, and seemed to be a challenge. Both rather thrilling to Barca. Someone worth his time. And wasn’t that interesting?

”I am Barca, and my companion here, although forgive me, he won’t wake until the night, is Glaber.” he said carefully, looking down at the owl and smiling slightly before once more returning his gaze to her, not sure how to read her.

”May I have your name?”

Jason watched his brother approach their parents with a shake of his head. They could talk more about everything later, for now, he was going to see if anyone he knew was around yet and with that, turned away from the group. Almost immediately, he spotted Naevia who was speaking with a blonde haired boy with an owl, which was odd. Though he himself flew with the Iron Knight’s armor, he never understood why people had such a fascination with birds. As he approached the pair, he wondered if he was simply prejudiced due to more than one mid-air collision with the avians. ”Molo unjani, Naevia.” Her father, T’challa, was a bit of adopted family for the Stark brothers, who regarded him as an uncle and with much respect. ”It’s good to see you decided to accept the invitation.”

Now that… that was a voice she knew.

Her head turning further, stopping only once she was able to look upon the ever familiar figure that was the eldest of the two Stark children; her smile seeming to widen just slightly at his presence by her side. He had decided to attend after all- Connor, she assumed, would have always agreed to go to the academy whether his brother was going or not; though Jason… Jason was a force all his own.

A gentle chuckle falling through her lips, her hand falling from the fur of her beloved pet as Crixus moved to greet the familiar figure, Naevia shook her head lightly from side to side, the simple action causing her long and wavy dark locks to brush to and fro over her back, “..how could I say no..? Father wishes to keep me under his eye until I take the throne. Staying at home was… not an option. And you..? Yangu, yangu… I did not expect to see you here, Jason; and yet, here you stand before me, as handsome as ever. As always you exceed my expectations…”

Barca was disappointed as someone chose to interrupt, and that it was someone the girl knew. He frowned slightly, but soon smoothed his features, waiting patiently for a chance to speak once more. And perhaps learn a little something. Had the guy greeted her? Was it a formal or more familiar greeting. All of which he could get from either’s mind, but that wasn’t challenging nor would it be easy. And wouldn’t do him much good if he didn’t know the meaning.

Still, he had to assume he’d spoken her name. And she had mentioned taking the throne. Musing on that a moment, Barca waited another minute before saying ”Pardon me, I’m Barca.” he repeated his name once more, shifting Glaber’s cage, ”And we were having a conversation I’d hoped would be pleasant.” he said, his tone mild as he watched them both.

Jason took a moment to have Ares compact his armor into a backpack before kneeling down to stroke Crixus’ mane, smiling as he did so. Smalls would be incredibly jealous if he saw, but the calico cat wasn’t there and what he didn’t know wouldn’t earn the young man a hairball on his pillow. It was during this time that the blonde spoke his name, presumably for the second time.

Glancing at him, Jason smiled. ”Pleasure to meet you. Jason Stark.” He then stood and faced Naevia, his grin growing larger. She always had a way with words when it came to banter. ”And you look as beautiful as ever, Princess. As for coming here, I couldn’t let Connor and Ben come alone, god knows the kind of trouble they’d find.”

The sound of her gentle chuckle once more filling the air, her smile becoming rather coy, Naevia tilted her head lightly to the side, her dark eyes sparkling lightly with the playful glint of a kitten readying itself to pounce as she spoke, seeming to brush his words of compliment to the side, “..heh… you flatter me, Jason.”

Her mood lifted, even just slightly, now that a familiar face had made themselves known to her, she turned her attention back to the stranger that had approached. Barca- that was, she assumed, correct. He had, in such a short amount of time, said it twice. Taking a moment, she looked him over once more. He was... dressed well enough she supposed… The man carried himself, clearly, with a sense of elitism; and seemed to hold a certain charm to him. Though she knew for a fact; looks could be deceiving…

“..Naevia Udaku… it is a pleasure…”

A Stark. Perfect. Barca shifted slightly, letting his thoughts run, as he sought answers. He once more waited for them to stop talking, pleased, for the moment to have names at the least. He paused a moment, running through the information that came through his mind.
”Pleasure” he said, when he realised he’d been silent a little longer than necessary.

He took a few seconds to compose himself, ”your families know each other, then?” he asked politely.

“Yes… the Stark’s have been welcomed and loyal friends of my father since his first encounter with the Avengers came to pass. Since then, we have spent quite some time within each other’s company.” Her smile twisting… changing into something more genuine, Naevia once more allowed her gaze to lift to Jason, the younger of the two lions gently using his large head to nudge against his leg while the other turned, wandering off though not seeming to go very far.

“..Jason has been there for me for many a year… he even chose to be by my side to help me mourn the loss of my brother, when father would not…”

Jason’s face took on a slight red tint, but he nodded an affirmative as he kneeled down to pay Crixus more attention. ”Her dad gave me some hand to hand training as well. I’ve known Naevia for a number of years, and the only person I trust more than her is my brother.” He had decided to avoid discussing her older brother both out loud and to a stranger, as that kind of thing wasn’t his to share. Instead, he moved the conversation to Barca.

”What about you though? You gave us a first name, but no last. Don’t know your parents or just not in a sharing mood?” Now that he had regained some focus, though being around the Wakandan Princess always distracted him to some degree, he was able to refocus on how long it had taken the other young man to respond to the two of them.

”I apologize. People hear the name Xavier and immediately are worried about mind reading. Rightly so, but it does tend to make conversations difficult” Barca said, ”My name is Barca Ashur Xavier. And I assure you both I have not dwelt in your thoughts. With an effort of will, I tend to tune thoughts out.” Most of the time, Barca only had a mild annoyance to the buzz of voices in his mind. Still, some stray thoughts were stronger than others

He studied the duo, a little curious and of course now he wanted to explore their minds. But puzzles weren’t meant to be cheated, and while Barca often made use of his abilities, he did not see anyone as a threat here.

So this was the son of the famous Charles Xavier. If Jason was honest, he wasn’t overly impressed by him. Of course, the mind reading was something of a given, but the rest of him seemed average enough. Only time would tell with that. ”Barca Xavier. Well, knowing your full name, it’s an even greater pleasure.” Still giving Crixus the attention he was wanting, the young man turned to Naevia once more.

”If you’re up for it later, I haven’t had a good spar in awhile. Could be fun.”

That name… Xavier… The feeling of familiarity tugging at the recesses of her mind, Naevia was only partially aware that Jason had asked her a question as she tilted her head lightly to the side, her gentle features rather thoughtful while she did her best to place the name to a face, though the task was proving to be quite harder than she had first believed. Over the past years learning under her father’s guidance, she had met more than her fair share of politicians, tradesmen and important figures that she would have to deal with once she took the throne.

Perhaps… perhaps this was a name that she had heard it in passing..?

“..Xavier… apologies; I fear I am unable to place name to face.” Frowning slightly, her attention lingering upon the man stood before Jason and herself, she shifted lightly, the gentle bump against her hand causing her to lift it up, resting it naturally upon the top of Crixus’ head as he once again sought for the attention he was no longer gaining from the Stark boy, “..I believe I have not yet had the pleasure of crossing paths with the house of Xavier…”

Barca frowned slightly. He was under the impression that the Stark boy was dismissing him. Which made him a little annoyed. He would have to ensure that that wouldn’t become a habit. He turned his gaze to Naevia giving her a smile, charming as always. ”Well, it is rather refreshing to meet someone that hasn’t heard the name Xavier. It’s rather challenging having your parents influence how people treat you. I’d rather be treated by my own achievements rather than theirs.” Barca paused a moment, wondering if that sounded bragging, but decided that it didn’t matter right then.

He continued ”Although I must say, it isn’t often I’m hit with something I don’t know. What language, may I ask, were you speaking?”

Jason raised an eyebrow at Barca, a hand absentmindedly resting where he normally kept his sword. ”It was Wakandan. Uncle T’challa started my tutoring in it, but Naevia continued it. Stark Industries is my inheritance, so they thought learning the language of one of our closest friends was a good idea.” The sound of another vehicle arriving caught his attention and he turned, recognizing it as the small jet with his and Connor’s belongings. Which meant Smalls was there. ”Mind if we talk while we walk? I have a cat to rescue from its carrier.”

“Hapana kabisa. I hold no objection.” Making her answer known, her fingers gently moving to scratch behind Crixus’ ear, Naevia turned her gaze back over to where Barca stood, a fairly questioning look crossing over her features, “..and you..? Are you to join us..?”

”A wise investment, it is always sensible to learn the language of those you deal with” Barca said, making a note to ensure that he rectify that lapse in his language, now that he knew where to look. ”Yes. I think I will” Barca said, deciding that he may as well spend his time with interesting people, even if the Stark boy was somewhat dismissive of him.

Nodding, Jason beckons the pair to follow him towards the small plane. He was sure Connor would have heard it arrive as well. Approaching the right side, he popped open two compartments, first retrieving his sword and putting it in its place on his waist before pulling out a cat carrier. Inside was a decently sized calico cat, sleeping away thanks to some sleeping meds Jarvis had likely given him to ease the flight.

”Hey Smalls. Welcome to the Academy.”
In Academy: A school for Heroes and Villains (open to all) → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Adeline Wilson


Location: The Front Gates; The Academy.
Interacting With: Her driver.



It felt… strange…

Biting down softly upon her lower lip as she felt the car slowing to a stop, Adeline turned her head, her soft pink lips parting ever so slightly from one another as her attention was brought to where she could feel the door pressing against her arm, her beautiful though ever unseeing light blue eyes staring out the window and up at what she could only imagine was her actual destination. The academy… it felt strange to be here without either of her parents at her side, and she couldn’t help but to feel nervous, her stomach fluttering with butterflies.

Why couldn’t her father come with her..? Or her mother..? It hadn’t been very long since she had said her goodbye’s to them at the San Francisco airport, or at least, that’s how it felt to her anyway…

The nerves continuing to bubble away within her stomach, she turned her head down, her brows furrowing out of worry as her fingers lightly began to play with the hem of her dress, the sound of the door opening beside her causing her to jump in her seat. She had been correct; they had arrived at the academy… a new chapter in her life ready to be opened and explored; and if that was the case, then why was it that her parents had been so reluctant to accept the invitation when it had first been extended to her..?

Lifting her head up as she felt a warm touch brushing lightly against her hand, she couldn’t help but to hesitate; was this really what she wanted..?

“Miss. Wilson..? We’ve arrived at the location your parents advised me to bring you… are you sure that this is where you need to be..?”

It was a simple question… but one that, right now, was loaded. Was this where she wanted to be..? Or did she simply want to go home… be with her parents… right now, she wasn’t so sure what she wanted… The feeling of soft fur brushing up against her flesh caused her mind to come back to the present, her attention drawn to the young though energetic canine as he hurried to climb over her, quickly jumping out of the car forcing the driver to hurry after him with the leash leaving her sitting on her own.

It seemed now, she had no other choice… her dog had inadvertently made it for her.

Shifting her body slightly, Adeline reached out towards the door, her hands resting against the frame to help her out of the car and back to her feet for what was the first time in what felt like hours… first the plane, and then the car… the journey felt never ending…

“..o-oh, no… I want to be here. You brought me to the right place, please don’t worry about that…” Reaching out towards where she could hear him wrestling with her dog, she took pause, waiting until she felt him take a hold of her hand before she began to move, allowing the man to lead her up the curb and over the path, only coming to a stop once she was stood in front of the large iron fence they had pulled up in front of.

“Your parents wished me to remind you that your luggage has been sent ahead of you, and should already be waiting in your dorm room… now, is there anything else I can do for you Miss. Wilson..? I’d hate to leave you alone-...”

“It’s okay; I understand. You’re very kind, but I assure you, there is no need to worry about me sir. I do believe I’m not the only one who is meeting here this morning.” Smiling sweetly as she cut him off, she nodded her head lightly in understanding, her hand lifting up to lightly brush the small stray strands of her long bubblegum pink hair back and off her face, neatly tucking them back behind her ear- he was concerned about her… not that she could blame him; most people tended to worry about her…

“..it’s the first day of school for us; I’m just-... I’m just a little nervous, that’s all…”

Her hands curling gently to take a hold of the leash as it was handed to her, Adeline tilted her head lightly to the side as a comforting pressure was placed upon her shoulder, the excited dog moving about, making his way back and forth around her legs as he sniffed around at all the new scents.

Breaking a single hand away from the lead as she felt the weight lifted from her shoulder, she lifted it up, giving a small wave in the man’s general direction as the sound of the engine starting once more hit the air before eventually, it was gone altogether. Her smile fading somewhat, she dropped her head once more, her long and wavy pink locks falling forward and over her shoulders as she did so, the woman making giving no sign that she was going to be moving from her place anytime soon- sure, she had gotten out of the car… but she still wasn’t sure if she wanted to go in, or just go home…
In Academy: A school for Heroes and Villains (open to all) → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Kaimana Curry and Paradise Wayne-Isley


Location: Beach Cabin; Virginia, USA.
Interacting With: Each other.



The early morning sun shone over the waters edge, Kaimana smiled to himself at the serenity of the place. The small, pleasant sound of water lapping against the shore both familiar and subtly different to his oceans, but nevertheless giving him a sense of… home. The landscape was absolutely stunning, but it wasn’t enough to hold his attention for long as he turned back towards the cabin, although slightly larger than what he’d consider to be a cabin. It was certainly big enough for Paradise and himself, with room to spare.

He trotted back towards the cabin, knowing that despite wanting to stay for even one more day, they couldn’t. The Academy was opening today, and as new students, they had to be there... if only so Paradise could experience it. Opening the door, he let it shut with a soft bang, calling out ”Paradise?” He waited a moment, trying to hear her, before walking through the cabin, searching for her. Maybe she was still asleep? He had headed out to the water early.

It was so peaceful here…

Leaning lightly against the balcony door, her soft pink lips parted from one another, Paradise watched on as the waves washed back and forth over the shore; the gentle and repetitive motion reminding her of home. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t miss it. Hawaii may not have been where she was born; but it was where she was raised… where her family and friends were...

Her head tilting to the side, she let it come to a rest against the frame, the ball of her foot resting just behind her other as she continued to lose herself to her surroundings; her thoughts lingering upon those she had left behind... and those that had followed. A small smile playing over her lips at the thought of the man who had followed her across the country just to stay by her side, she dropped her gaze, giving her mind a chance to wander aimlessly down whatever path it chose as she watched her hands in front of her body, her fingers playing with the old and rather worn orange material that made up her both torn and over-sized sweater.

Searching through the cabin, Kaimana soon discovered that she wasn’t asleep. Nor did it seem that she was inside the cabin. Pausing a moment, he glanced about seeing that all their things were still there, heading back outside again, looping around the cabin to the balcony, seeking sign of her.

Sighing with relief as he saw her, Kaimana watching her a moment smiling. She looked so peaceful, not troubled by everything, that even if it was for a few moments, he didn’t want to disturb her. Finally he said softly, ”Paras...” stepping towards her.

The sound of his voice catching her ear, she stood up a little straighter, her cheeks reddening slightly as she turned her head, her beautiful greenish brown eyes meeting with his before she twisted, her back now resting flush against the frame as her smile seemed to grow, “..good morning, Kai...”

Kaimana continued to close the distance, until they were close together, returning her smile. He was always struck by... well her.

"..did you sleep well? I slipped out to the water early and didn’t want to wake you.” He’d wanted her to sleep just a little more, knowing that it would be a long day at the school.

“..yes; it’s very peaceful here. It... it reminds me of home...” Nodding her head lightly in response, her attention once more drawn to the water, Paradise watched them roll in and out a couple more times before her gaze was lifted back to him. He was so kind... so considerate...

..what had she done in life to deserve such a guy..?

“..I kind of figured you may have gone for a swim when I woke up, and you weren’t there. How was the waves..? The water looks good; I would have joined you, but...” Her smile fading slightly, Paradise let her gaze fall from his, her head dropping until she was once more focused on her hands, not wanting to continue, knowing that it would only upset him.

Kaimana’s smile faded slightly, always aware of her illness, but not wanting to let it take over every aspect of their lives. The academy to him wasn’t a place to learn about his powers, it was a chance to save her. “Different from home...” he said softly, reaching out to her, smiling once more, “..you looked peaceful sleeping. I wanted to let you rest.”

He’d known it would be hard... but he’d do anything for Paradise. And there simply was no question about staying. He wasn’t going to leave her.

”I love you, Paras...”

Her heart fluttering madly against her rib cage, she pushed away from the door frame, her body falling into the warm circle of his arms. She was so tired… the last few days since having arrived, she’d barely done more than sit curled up under a blanket on the couch with him, or sleep.

Turning her head, gently letting it rest within the nape of his neck, Paradise closed her eyes, her hands holding softly onto the front of his top, “..I love you too, Kai... so much...”

Keeping her close, Kaimana knew he could stay there forever with her like that, and he was sorely tempted to, before he sighed softly, "I could stay here forever with you... our own little slice of peace..." he kissed her softly, wanting to steal even just a little more time before they left for the school.

Forever...

The word was such a simple one; and yet, it was so vastly different... the meaning worlds apart for the both of them. For him, forever meant forever; for her… The familiar sting of tears hitting her eyes, she shut her eyes tighter, her gentle features scrunching up as she did what she could to ignore it- the last thing she wanted to do was to cry.

“..it’s beautiful here… I-... I’m glad I got to see it...”

Too late, Kaimana realized he had said the wrong thing. He was always doing that. Always giving her a little bit of pain when he spoke of forever or of their future… always forgetting, too wrapped up in her. He hugged her closer, ”I’d show you the world if I could..." maybe that’s what they should be doing instead. But...

The Academy gave him hope for a cure... or a way to at least extend her life. He reached up, and with a gentle touch, stroked her cheek.

The hold over his top increasing ever slightly as she felt his gentle touch over her cheek, Paradise could feel her heart sinking lower within her chest. She wanted to go see and experience the world- no... she wanted to go see and experience the world with him. Everything that it had to offer.

But it just wasn’t possible… not for her...

Curling further into his embrace, she turned her head, her long and wavy vibrant orangey-red locks all falling forward and over her shoulders as she buried her face against his chest, not wanting him to see the few tears that had managed to well within her eyes, “..I know you would... and I really wish that we could...”

”Maybe we can..." Kaimana said, trailing off, he moved his hand to stroke her hair, ”..but as long as we are together, I’m happy wherever.” Maybe the school would have some sort of hologram technology. It was better than nothing...

”We should get moving... knowing dad, if we don’t turn up, he’ll send a search squad out.”

Remaining silent, content where she was in his arms, Paradise hesitated. She’d been the one to want this… to experience what it was like before-... The thought trailing off in her mind; the young woman not wanting to think on it, she nodded her head lightly against his chest.

“..yeah… we should go…” She said it; though she wasn’t sure if she believed it or not. A single hand breaking away from where she had been holding onto his top, she lifted it, her fingers subconsciously seeming to take hold of the beautiful, though rather unique necklace that hung around her neck; the strange blue gem shown between what looked like tentacles sparkling lightly in the morning sun, “..we should finish packing and head off… I don’t want to worry your dad...”

Kaimana kept his arms around her, not wanting to let her go. He leaned down slightly, brushing his lips over her cheek, before kissing her softly, taking just a little bit longer, stealing a few more moments, before pulling away just enough to speak. ”Yeah… and if you want, maybe we can see about staying in the cabin, rather than the dorms?”

It would mean traveling to the school each day, but… it was nice here… and it was just the two of them.
In Academy: A school for Heroes and Villains (open to all) → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Ky’ vie Jones


Location: The Front Gates; The Academy.
Interacting With: Her son, Simon Jones.



Things were never going to be the same…

A soft sigh falling out through her bright red lips, Ky’ vie leant into the window, shooting a quick glance in the direction that they were headed. A cab… they were headed to their brand new future together in a cab… but then, that was what happened when you had no choice but to uproot your life, and move to another country in order to attend a school for the ‘supernaturally gifted’, or at least, that’s what it said on the invitation that she had received…

Worry flickering across her gentle features, she tore her gaze away from the scenery passing by the window- she’d never been to the states before… already it made her feel homesick. She missed her friends- her home. Everything in her life had been perfect… but she needed this- no, they needed this. This opportunity at a better life was more than anything she could have asked for… and it was giving her the chance to provide something better than she ever had for her son… for the one true love of her life… It didn’t matter what it was; she would do anything just to see him happy… to see him smile…

Turning her head, she shot a glance over at her precious little boy- Simon… he was her everything; the reason she worked so hard; the reason she had accepted the invitation to go to the academy… he was the reason she did anything; including getting up in the morning.

Reaching a hand out, she ran her fingers gently through his hair, a loving smile playing over her lips before she leant in, pressing a soft kiss against his forehead before she slipped her free hand into the duffle bag she had brought with them, fumbling around for but a few moments before she pulled out his favorite stuffed toy, holding the dingo out for him to take, “..we’re almost there, sweetheart…”

“Tanku mamma.”

Yawning, Simon stretched out his little chubby arms to take the stuffed toy from her and hugged it tightly to his chest, his chin every so often nuzzling the worn-down fur on the top of it’s head. He fussed a little, though it was more out of tiredness than anything else and his head ended up snuggling into her side, the stuffed dingo squished between the two of them.

“Iwa ice cream…” he managed to whimper out, trying to fight sleep.

A gentle chuckle falling from her lips, Ky’ vie shifted ever slightly over the seat, her body twisting as she reached down, scooping him up into her arms as best as she could before she cradled him in her lap, holding him close against her chest as she watched him try his best to not go back to sleep, “..maybe later, bubby…”

Lifting her hand up, she once more ran her fingers back through his hair, her head tilting lightly to the side before she returned her arm back to its place, cradling him lovingly against her body as only a mother would… as only a mother ever could. Her own mother had left her high and dry; dumping her on the doorstep of her grandparents before taking off without so much as even a letter to explain why she chose to do what she did… there was no way in hell she was ever going to be like that woman.

“..first we need to get settled into our new home remember, and then we might be able to take a walk and find you some ice-cream, okay..?”

Nestled contently in his mother’s arms, Simon made slight, tired noises of protest for not getting the ice cream any sooner, but the moment his head rested down and onto her chest, his breathing became heavy as sleep finally won out in the end and took the small boy back into dreamland.

Her arms tightening ever so slightly around the boy’s small figure, Ky’ vie pulled him just that little bit closer against her body, making no move to let go, even as the cab pulled up in front of the academy gates. An arm breaking away from Simon, she slipped her hand back down into her bag, fumbling around for a few moments before she found what she was looking for, the young woman quickly working to pull a few notes out of her purse and hand them to the driver before she put her purse away once more, this time reaching out to open the door.

More than one bag, and a sleeping child in her arms..? This was going to be a challenge…

Cradling the back of her son’s head, she climbed out of the backseat, taking a moment to stretch her legs before she turned back to the still open door, the young woman being careful not to wake the snoozing boy as she reached back into the cab, awkwardly grabbing first her duffle bag, then her son’s bag before reaching back in to grab her other bag, throwing them all over the one shoulder with a wince before she shut the door behind her, quickly shooting a glance down at Simon to make sure that he was still nestled contently within her arms before she turned her attention back up to the academy.

To say the least, this was possibly one of the most daunting things she had ever done in her life… this was either going to make her, or break her; and in turn, it was going to determine the outcome of her son’s future…

“..well… this is it, Simon… the first day of our new lives…”

Rolling her shoulder a couple of times under the weight of the bags she was carrying, Ky began forward, her dark eyes flicking up to the gate before she passed under it, her lips parting slightly and a soft though frustrated groan passing through them as she caught a familiar flash of orange falling from her arms, causing her to come to a stop as she glanced down at the dingo laying on the path, her arm once more breaking away from her son, and her body twisting at an odd angle as she tried to pick it up without disturbing him, her voice soft as she muttered to herself.

“..ah, bloody hell…”
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