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#AIDA Launches ‘#Nunify’ The Next Generation #Virtual_Event Platform

AIDA, global event technology company headquartered in Bengaluru, launched NUNIFY, an exclusive, next-gen virtual event platform that will enable users to seamlessly host multi-dimensional virtual events.

Nunify is a turn-key, virtual event platform for hosting, managing, and attending events, and is accessible 24×7 to broadcast, network, learn and engage. The platform’s unique differentiators…

Send me “Don’t chase the rabbit” and your muse will be shown a random memory from my muse’s past.

He is seven when he looks into a mirror and realizes just how sharp his eyes are--how, when he is idle and feels nothing much at all, they narrow into a glare and make him look as if he’s unhappy and displeased.

With a frown, he reaches up to tug the ends with callous-tipped fingers, as if such a childish attempt can make him look softer, but nothing, of course, is any sort of permanent fix. The corners do not droop as Koumei’s does, and they are not wide and bright as his cousins’ tend to be. It makes him feel self-conscious, if nothing else, and he recalls Hakuei’s gentle jest once again--

For a moment, I thought you looked to be angry with me. Relax a little, Kouen!

❛ ☠ ∥⋮ The woman radiated power-- it was almost intimidating. Despite that, Himiko nearly quaked with excitement-- her lips trembled as she attempted to contain her excitement. Just how close would she be able to get to plunge a knife into the woman-- she mused. 

Unfortunately, the wooden knife in her possession wouldn't do any damage. She was a bit impatient, just how long was it going to take till she was able to wield her very own butterfly knife? Probably a while. So not fair..!

Not letting her disappointment sour her mood, still all grins and smiles, Himiko barely took notice the cloudy look in the lady's eyes. With a cant of her head, she raised a sleeved hand, her oversized sweater covered her hand as she waved her hand in front of he lady's face. "You totally can't see, huh? But you don't like carry those cane things blind people carry to get around with. So how do you like do it-- get around?"

    You’re too tired to walk all the way home, so the BUS STOP is your best friend. You tap rhythms into the sidewalk. Like beating morse code, asking for answers in sharp noises, only to get nothing in return from the ever-silent pavement. You do the same to the bench, to the post. SWEET SILENCE.

    It’s frustrating. You find yourself knowing nothing about this entire ordeal. Your blood simmers, a time bomb to an impending outburst. You know how TEENAGE ANGST goes, and you are its poster boy.

The fun thing about time loops is that it’s never quite clear when you’re caught in them.

There was something familiar about the cramp in his leg from sitting wedged into this tree, and the glint off the drool of the angry dog underneath. The tears of his face had dried over other, older tears that he’d already cried, only to uncry and then cry again.  Had this really happened before?  His head hurt whenever he tried to think about it.  All he wanted was to get down and go home.

“Please, someone!!  Help!” That was an unfortunate octave for his voice to hit, but he was beyond caring.

She was a beautiful woman, doubtless the sort that many would fawn over without a second thought, but Kouen had grown with men and women of equal allure being placed at his feet. It was not her looks, then, that drew his attention to her, but the scar that ran in a jagged line across her eyes. An injury like that would’ve blinded even the most fortunate of warriors, and he couldn’t help but wonder, if only for a passing moment, how she would fight with the wooden weapon granted to her by the scientists.

...But he wasn’t here to do battle, nor had he reason to challenge her to any sort of unreasonable duel when he knew next to nothing else about her. This was a curiosity he could easily lay to rest without a definite answer, and so it drew increasingly further away from his attention as he approached--not necessarily to speak with her, but as a matter of course in his walk back to the abode assigned to him.

Oh no, oh no!! This was really bad! No, the bad thing wasn’t the fact he still hadn’t found Hershel, because he was still focused on determinedly looking for him and not giving up until he was absolutely blooming sure his chum wasn’t here - the bad thing was, that in his constant searches through this odd city for his buddy, he hadn’t even noticed at first that his favorite fencing rapier had been replaced!

“Jeez, talk about a dodgy business. I can still practice my swordplay to protect my chum with this, yeah: but it’s nowhere near as cool as my real sword.” Lifting the rather pointy piece of wood up, he weighed it in his hands - it definitely wouldn’t cut anything or disarm opponents like a fencing sword might, but it held weight behind it.

It’d probably be heavy enough to bruise or knock somebody out if you SOMEHOW fluked a direct hit to the head, but it seemed pretty lacking in attack power and usefulness. Maybe a fellow sword-player might know how to spice it up and make it just a tiny bit more useful, though? Like, that fancy-looking lady with a larger wooden sword!

Her actual sword musta been pretty spiffing for the wooden version to look that cool!

Waving to the lady, there was a glint of evident excitement and respect on his face.

“Hehe - hey, miss fancy swordslady! Mind giving a guy who doesn’t like these wooden swords the scientists replaced our proper swords with a few pointers on how to improve these rubbish swords, if you can...?”