IM HAVING A HEART ATTACK RN, first handle at 166 and this is my second at 242 bahahahahhahah
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dropped handle 2 days before bday. and crafted hyp day before bday, today is my bday, Best Birthday Gift Ever, ty hypixel, overpayed a lot for this cuz of derpy but i had to get all of this during derpy(except implosion)
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I am really interested in this fragrance from Kismet Olfactive, but I’m nervous to blind buy. There aren’t really any reviews online that I can find, so I would love to know the opinions that might be out there in the community!
Link: https://www.kismetolfactive.com/common-ground/p/la-high
(If there's a better subreddit for this, lemme know.)
Basically, title is what I'm looking for. If you've used Kismet, except instead of Wi-Fi, LTE. List of of active base stations / towers, signal strength, operator - Pretty much any and all telemetry that's to be had. Kismet for the 802.11 world has this in spades. But I've yet to find any kind of tool that does this for 3/4/5G. (List of attached peers/handsets would be amazing, but I'd consider it luxury, if its even possible.) Any suggestions on tools or tips would be greatly appreciated.
Perhaps COTS products (pricey tho), or an SDR solution, or perhaps this could be done with mobile chipset API's / via AT commands.. I just don't know and frankly, there's not a lot of info around for something like this. Thanks all for any helpful replies !!!
For a semi-beginner, which would you go with? I’d also prefer them to be vegan, and it looks like ParkStar might be the only ones with that option.
Arrivals - October
~
Goldie brushed off the haze of his transmat jump, a few clusters of fireteams sorting logistics mostly ignoring him as he passed, moving towards the bazaar. He waved anyway, passing Banshee’s stall and ignoring the steps, popping over the ledge and landing next to the tree with a sharp exhale.
“You’ll ruin your knees, you keep up the antics,” Locke chided.
“Aww, but I’ve got you to fix me right up,”
“And if I decide not to?”
“Well, jumping from the tower seems to be all the rage-”
“Oh come now-”
“Besides, I’d like to think I know how to land properly at this point-”
“Alright-! Alright already, Goldie.”
He gave her a self-satisfied smirk, rolling his shoulders as he approached the ramen shop. Sinatra was sitting at the counter, mouth twisted as he pondered over the datapad in his hand.
“I know something that you don’t know,” Goldie sang, tone teasing as he slipped into the seat next to the titan’s. Sinatra only gave a grunt of acknowledgement.
“Well, don’t you want to know?”
“I’m waiting.”
Goldie tensed at his tone, looking a bit closer at his face. The Awoken’s brow was creased, and the hunter’s look slid down to the datapad the moment before Sinatra turned it over, sitting up a bit straighter. Goldie quirked a brow. “What’s-”
“Nothing. You have news?”
The hunter huffed, resting his elbows on the counter. “Just… It’s… It’s nothing, had to do with this whole, Festival of the Lost thing.”
Sinatra gave a slow nod, pulling the datapad closer to him before slipping it into the bag hanging from his seat. “Ah.”
“There’s… A-actually, you… You probably already knew.”
Sinatra’s distracted look didn’t sit well with Goldie. He gave the titan a light, friendly punch on the shoulder. “Hey, how about we head down to the Tangled Shore-”
“I have some plans for today at the moment,” he replied, cutting the hunter off. He didn’t move to stand, brows still creased and staring at the counter.
“... Everything okay?”
“Fine. Everything’s fine. Just have a lot on my mind lately.”
Goldie felt Locke nudge his elbow, giving a slight shake of ‘no’. Goldie ignored the suggestion and leaned in a bit closer. “Hey, you… You know you can talk-”
“Goldie.” Sinatra’s tone went sharp, looking at the hunter with a glance that cut deep. Both shrunk back slightly from the edge of it, both rubbing their necks and looking away.
“Sorry.”
Sinatra sighed and moved his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. “No, don’t be. Just had a long couple weeks.”
“
... keep reading on reddit ➡“... I’m so sorry, Trin’.”
Sinatra couldn’t remember a time in 40 years that he had seen Trinity cry. His fellow titan’s expression was blank, looking somewhere past him as she took a shuddering breath, letting the tears flow.
“Peacefully, at least- in her sleep.”
He nodded, not knowing what else to say.
“... I wanted to ask you a favor.”
“Anything.”
“... Amity and I agreed we wanted to bury her with the daffodils- out beyond the wall, where…” She took a moment to breathe. “... Where she buried me.”
Sinatra hesitated. “Vanguard wouldn’t like me taking civilians outside the walls.”
“I don’t have a ship of my own right now,” she said, tone pleading, “It’d be just me, Am’, Trinidad, and his partner and the three kids, I-”
“Trinity,” he cut her off. She blinked, finally focusing on him as he sighed. “... Say no more.”
They stood in silence for a moment more until he reached out, pulling her close. And he held her as she shook, looking up in a failed attempt to keep his own tears at bay.
~
“By her best guess, we were about 313 years old,” Trinity said. She and the others were gathered around the freshly-turned earth, Sinatra off to the side at a respectful distance. On lookout. He did sneak a glance however- watched her take a breath and put on a smile. “Dang long time, if you ask me. Not nearly enough- it’ll… No amount of time is ever enough. She started this family and something greater has come from it- new generations of what she came to the Last City for. Hope. We carry that with us- along with the lessons she gave as sister, as mother, grandmother, matriarch… And yet she was so much more to all of us.”
Trinity looked around at her family- the six civilians shuffling and listening in somber silence. “She would say, ‘no more tears’,” she continued, “‘There’s so much more to do.’ But let yourselves grieve- we’ve each got our own way.”
Trinidad’s youngest daughter began to fuss, and he picked her up and rested her on his hip, giving his great-grand-aunt an apologetic look. She didn’t seem to mind it, still smiling. “At the very least- keep the good times, the memories, and the lessons in your hearts. Always. We carry her with us, as each generation carries us with them.”
The titan paused and stepped back slightly, allowing the others to speak. Sinatra threw another glance her way, catching her look with a slight nod of approval. Her smile softened as she returned the subtle gesture, but there was something else in her expression as she looked a
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Goldie groaned as he sat up in the lush plains of the distant past again, raising a hand to his head as he looked around. Similarly Sinatra and Hendrix-6 were rousing themselves with annoyance crackling through the comms. There were several swears sprinkled through the static.
“Maybe if you didn’t blast your music you could focus,” Don grumbled, shell flaring as Sinatra rubbed the back of his neck.
“Part of the job,”
“What, that noise or this loop you trapped us in?”
“I did no such thing.”
Hendrix-6 began to stand, giving a big stretch. “How many was that?”
“Nine?” Goldie asked, squinting.
“Try nineteen,” Locke begrudgingly corrected. She deflated, knocking against his helmet. “You really need to pay better attention.”
“Listen, numbers blur together-”
She made a buzzing noise. “Talkin’ about the fight. You missed some easy cover,”
“Shut u-u-up,” the hunter pushed his visor back and pressed the heels of his palms to his eyes. “Gosh, yeah, get it, screwed up-”
“Didn’t say you did-”
“We all did,” Sinatra cut Locke off, standing and checking over his gun. “Live, die, learn. Rinse. Repeat.”
“How many times before we give up and hand this off to a better equipped team?” Goldie asked.
“Oh-ho, there’s no handing this off,” Hendrix replied, “We’re in this for the long haul. No time like the present,”
“Is that a, ‘there’s no handing this off’ because of pride? Or are we literally stuck in this time loop until we get it right?”
“Both!” The warlock replied brightly. Hendrix began to strut off, pulling his machine gun from his back and starting the whole operation once more. “Here’s to twenty!”
~
Hendrix-6 inhaled the sweet, almost synthetic smell of the grasses around him as Fender appeared above him, blocking his view of the sky above. He waved his hand. “Shoo.”
“Way to go. Idiot.”
He heard his friends’ voices over the comms and brought his hand up to tune them out, enjoying the couple seconds of silence before Goldie and Sinatra leaned over him. Both were tapping the sides of their helmets, and after a moment he heard Fender re-tune his frequency- “-Hey, you good-?” Goldie’s gentle tone was the barest cover for frustration.
“Gimme a sec.”
The hunter nodded, and with no hesitation he plopped down next to Hendrix, stretching out and taking a deep breath. Sinatra remained standing, holding out his hand for Don. The titan stalked off, talking with his ghost on a different frequency.
“Think it’s getting to him?” Goldie asked. Hendrix shrugged.
“W
... keep reading on reddit ➡Arrivals - September
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Sinatra rolled his shoulders, leaning back and adjusting his balance on his sparrow as he glanced over to Hendrix-6. The warlock was fiddling with a small datapad before tilting his head back, hand going up to his helm. Sinatra similarly brought up a hand, glancing over as Hendrix nodded at the proposal.
“Seems more up your alley, anyway,” the titan sighed, watching Hendrix-6 re-collect himself. He swore the Exo was giving a grin under his helm.
“Yeah, well, stay out of trouble, don’t get eaten by thralls, or sniped by some punk too big for their britches,” came the casual response.
“If this weren’t an urgent matter I’d come with you- but with that said, just… Don’t dawdle.” He winced as he felt a slight rumble in the ground. Hendrix-6 gave a salute before leaning forward, hands catching at the sparrow’s controls as he jetted off to join the other fight. Sinatra sighed, alone on the lunar landscape save his thoughts and Don’s unusually silent presence.
Broken, a moment later.
“I have a bad feeling about this,”
“You have a bad feeling about everything,” Sinatra replied. He pushed the sparrow into a low gear, riding comfortably towards his destination.
“This is different. Whatever happened to the buddy system, huh? Is every mission the Vanguard sends you on something civilization-ending? I just don’t see why you’re splitting up-”
“Look at it this way-” he cut his ghost off, “It may not be civilization-ending now. Earth-shattering, apocalyptic, collapse-level situations. But letting things snowball and get out of hand will lead to those calamities.”
“Wow, what a lovely vocabulary you’re showing off today,” Don needled. “How many more words for the end of existence as we know it can you cram in before we get to the cave- still got a kilometer and a half-”
Sinatra pedaled his answer, speeding up and giving a low hum. “Well, there’s another right there. ‘The End’.”
“Bit final, yeah.”
“Annihilation?”
“What, are you asking me if that fits, block-head?”
“Doomsday. Tragedy. Eliksni called it The Whirlwind-”
“Tuh. So you’re calling them that too, then- Hanging out with Cimrman too much lately-”
“One topic at a time, Don- this block-head can only take so much at once,” he shot back, trying to hurry through the inevitable harassment. He heard the ghost pick up on something, the telltale mechanical blip in his headset registering on his heads-up.
“So you can move it when I light a fire under ya. Good to know. Seven-fifty meters
... keep reading on reddit ➡The user can predict and manifest the fate of a target, as long as the target believes that is their fate.
The user can predict accurately the fate of a target, only if the target believes it is their fate. If they believe that their fate can be changed, this ability will not work on them.
The ability is limited to only being able to manifest realistic situations. Something like predicting a person dying from being teleported into the sky and dropped is not humanly possible, and therefore will not happen.
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Nothing, and Light. Just as had happened a hundred thousand times before.
Trudging through all manner of terrain, just as so many others before had done.
Another death, and beyond three, and four, and the myriad others that followed.
And moving forward. Always moving forward. That thing- “Your Ghost” she kept saying. She spoke so much. Light, Traveler, Vanguard, The Tower and The City- his head swam.
They went forward. The unseen beacon, the supposed pull, until they could see it just over the horizon. The barest sliver that waxed with every step- crescent to sphere in a few hours.
And he felt nothing, pretending to bask there in its shattered glory.
Formalities, faces, facades of pleasantries. A tower decked in glory and accolades- meaningless to one without the knowledge to understand.
And freedom of choice for the cause. And he chose his own path, away from it all.
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Worthy - June
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“... Are you ever going back?” Locke asked suddenly, nudging Goldie’s arm. He didn’t answer immediately, head slowly turning as he tracked the faint glinting of the cloaked vehicle over methane waves. It was moving towards another part of the facility, and he couldn’t bring himself to feeling anything beyond apathy. Goldie rolled his shoulders and leaned back against the scaffolding behind him.
“Tell you the same I did before. Give a reason.”
“It’s been four months, and you have yet to find the past you’re looking for,” She gave a simulated sigh and moved closer, blinking and flaring herself up. She looked like an upset cat, Goldie thought as she continued. “You’re a guardian now- there’s more to the world outside yourself. Most will never figure out who they were beforehand- and it’s better to stop before it becomes an obsession. You’re in the present now. Your past shouldn’t define you, or how you act in the here and now.”
“Not like I have much of a choice to even have let it.” He lazily flicked a metal shaving from his perch, watching it catch light in a rapid staccato of flashes before it spun out of view. “Besides, what help am I, when your Vanguard has an entire army of people far better equipped to handle this kind of thing?”
“We are finite- and the only way you’re going to improve is by participating. This? Is not why I brought you back.” She flitted around Goldie’s perch before r
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