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E-Hailing Driver Throws Passenger’s Umbrella Out During Heated Argument
An e-hailing driver in Hong Kong threw a passenger’s umbrella out the window during a heated argument. Viral dashcam footage shows the passenger placing her wet umbrella on the seat, prompting the driver to sarcastically ask if she does the same at home.
E-hailing driver throws passenger’s umbrella out
The passenger replied negatively, leading to a tense exchange. The driver, angered by her…
@whumpril - Day. 27. Forced To Kneel | Grabbed by Collar
I flew and I flew, leaving the Temple behind. The Council had given me orders to stay put, but slipping away was all too easy. The Jedi would regret these ‘extra Shadow lessons’ they made me take.
Scel had gone too far. He had hurt Pat, and I’d make sure he regretted this. It was time he remembered he wasn’t the only one with teeth.
✯ ✯ ✯ ꒰ঌ ⚔ ໒꒱ 𓆩⚔𓆪 ꒰ঌ ⚔ ໒꒱ ✯ ✯ ✯
Tracking down Scélérat was eerily easy. He hadn’t gone back underground yet, too occupied to tie up the loose ends left by his last mission debacle. As soon as the theelin entered my sight, I dove, not leaving him the time to react as I closed my grip around his throat.
“You went too far!” I shouted as we both collapsed on the ground.
“I went light on him," Scélérat snapped back. He pushed me away and stood back up, dusting himself with a scowl. "With his past on the street, it should have been nothing.”
My tail lashed. Thoughts scrambled in my head, inarticulately, struggling to make sense. By the tunneling of my vision and the pulse in my head, I knew I was angry.
Nothing good ever came out of anger. The sparks had already ignited the fire however, and there was a whole inferno burning in my mind. And it was all too eager to be spread.
“Pat doesn’t have the same past as you!" I shouted as I charged the source of my ire. "He never suffered that way.”
“As if you’d know,” Scélérat scoffed, easily side-stepping the blow. “The way I remember it, you never suffered that way either.”
“Nor would you, had you been more clever,” I retorted.
“If I had been a coward,” Scélérat sneered.
The fight felt good. Both the physical and verbal sparring. It was as if venom filled my throat, as if lava filled my veins, and both wanted to get out. Something in me whispered that it was wrong, that I was attacking Scélérat for the wrong reasons… but the fire raged on, and worse, I didn’t want to stop it.
The fight felt good.
At some point, either me or Scélérat had lit on their lightsabers, and the other had followed suit. Bystanders gawked and gossiped, but never for long- most people knew better than to interfere in a Force Sensitive fight. The plasma blades added a dangerous edge to our spar, a lethality nothing else could quite achieve; and it sent adrenaline roaring through my heart.
“Who do you think ends up laying half dead on the street?" I taunted. "The brave dog or the cowardly rat?”
Scélérat’s retort was a rageous move, and I almost released my shoto as my arm erupted in pain. A simple graze, if painful. I smirked, knowing the recklessness meant my words had struck true. “For all your bravado," I mocked, "I don’t see you at the top of the food chain." A powerful flap from my wings took me out of reach. "Tell me Scel, how does it feel to be beneath Dooku’s leash?"
“I’m higher than you’ll ever be, traitor.”
Debatable, as I currently held the higher ground. The beast in me was purring like a cat who had gotten its cream. It urged me to continue to play, to spit more of the ignited venom that burned my lungs, but the low rumble of army shuttles alerted me that Separatist reinforcements had arrived. It was time to end the game.
“Perhaps," I amended. After all, far from me to deny I was also on a tight leash- albeit from the opposite side. "But I’ll fly longer.”
I smirked and flew away, knowing the Separatists would be far too slow to catch me. The Force twirled around me like wisps of smoke of the fire I had unleashed. It spoke to me, about unnecessary hurt and rage, about devastation. It whispered about false freedom and release, about chains made and unmade by the very person who wore them.
Soon, I’d listen to it. Soon, I’d be forced to kneel; I’d tuck my chin and deferentially bow my head to the world, as it wrapped me back in used chains that vainly pulled and clicked at every misstep. Soon, I’d wear my sentient skin again, step back onto the stage and put a smile on my face as I gave my audience a good show.
“Percy, darling, fetch your gun. The big one.” Percy had learned long ago that deferring to Vex’s judgement was often a wise decision, and didn’t generally question her when she took such a matter-of-fact tone, but it had been many years since she had demanded he arm himself. She had already taken the initiative herself, Fenthras at her side. She rarely took the vestige from the armory even for hunting; that she carried it now indicated that though her tone was light, the request was a serious one.
“What’s happening?” he asked, already retrieving Bad News from the safe in the corner. Though it saw even less use than Fenthras at this point, Percy still cleaned and maintained it regularly; all it needed was some powder and it would be ready to go.
“Pike’s begun the resurrection ritual. I thought it best to stand by… just in case.”
“I thought I said nothing without my approval.” It was hard for him to be too angry with Vex, and he’d burned through a fair bit of anger in his argument with the genasi, but Delilah Briarwood was a special case, and Percy could feel his hand tightening around the barrel as he prepared his weapon.
“The woman’s friends have returned from their foray into the spirit realm, and both they and Pike are fairly certain that they finished off what was left of Delilah there.”
“You’ll recall that we’ve thought that a few times before,” he snapped. “But if you had come to me with that information, then we could have at least discussed it…”
“And you would have said the same thing, that it isn’t worth the risk.”
“Because it isn’t!” He was gripping the edge of the desk now, in his effort to keep from slamming his fists into it. He had no wish to startle Vex like that, and he certainly didn’t want to frighten Gwen if she was near enough to hear it. “Why does this matter so much to you? Just because she was the one who bore your face?”
Percy could see the tears shining in Vex’s eyes, but she didn’t let them fall. “Because we have been where they are. Because I had to see each of you, one by one, lying dead before me, and would never have accepted someone telling me, ‘we have the means, but no.’” She reached up, put a hand to his chin, and Percy could feel her eyes piercing deep into his. “Because you were ready to defy the Matron herself for my brother, and I will never, ever forget it. So I think we can handle Delilah fucking Briarwood. Especially if she’s so diminished she’s been having to hitch a ride with a dead woman for thirty years. But even so…” She gripped the bow and gestured toward him with it. “Let’s be ready.”
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