#teera

You know I wasn't here during that era, nor am I familiar with the other issues that were beheld during that time, but I have to give Jenny props for one thing at least; seeing through Tara's BS

I'm wondering if the fact she had her own mind and way of doing things, and the fact that it was reported there was a Vegas trip where Jenny "had a reason to be jealous" that Tara was the interfering factor to their eventual break up........twice.

So Jenny wasn't considered a useful addition to the Tara gravy train and because Christopher made the mistake of valuing the length of their friendship over his own feelings......even Scott approved of Jenny

I've never seen him post Tara 👀.....unless it's from a very long time ago.....

We are all (yes even I having only been here for two years) familiar with the way she loves to cling to him and show how she is associated to him by clinging onto him in photos

I had mentioned a long time ago how even from afar this dynamic seemed intensely unhealthy/toxic and how much she also loves to troll the fandom for attention just as much as Smellba🐟 and Trashbin🗑️ seem to, even in the same manner, birds of a feather I guess 🤷‍♀️, or maybe just the last of the rotten fruit 🍎🍏

I do often wonder if this is due to her own failed attempts at establishing an acting career of her own after studying theatre, having Jenna take some "artsy" shots for her "photography page"

(Have you ever even studied the Art? For the love of GOD download a pamphlet on the Rules of Composition or something🙏)

Only ever managing to be someone else's PA (did Christopher not trust her enough to be his own, oh right he chose Josh 😘) and instead has just clung for life to the side of his gravy train for the scraps falling off the side

Scott may have to deal with being in Christophers shadow somewhat because of his successes but at least he's out there trying to work at establishing his OWN space.

(Throwback memory to the Scott Evans thread in the Private Group on LSA, we were all so happy for you with Barbie Hun, I wish I could have shown you, we did try shouting you out on the main thread 🙏)

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I've mentioned before that I have my own set of Gibbs life rules, what follows are three that I think could apply here:

"Trust is maintained not earned"

People change and grow, sometimes they strengthen ties, and sometimes they drift and break apart for a reason.

You need to learn to recognise when it's time to let go of the things and people that no longer serve you or allow you the space to grow.

"You're friends are a reflection of who you are, choose wisely"

This one has been a difficult lesson for me personally. It took me far longer than it should have to realise some people in my life didn't value me the same way I valued them. Once I distanced myself I was able to make my own peace and stop lighting myself on fire to keep them fed.

"Always leave a space between yourself and others, they will find something to fill it with and show you who they really are"

Enough said 🔮

To Sunspire the titan tower lit up with runes, glowing brightly all the way to its tip top as the energy charged creating a dome dampening field inside. Magic would generally be deflected and suppressed inside. It knocked out much of the power within Sunspire, Rizzy’s new power lines and street lamps going dark as the sun went down over the port and slowly took to being replaced by the old lanterns and torches that had once decorated the town. Portals would be impossible, projectiles softened in the their strength, only a real invasion force would have a chance walking into Sunspire now.

None of them knew how or why the dome suddenly appeared. The few with knowledge of how it worked would be thankful or curse the trade-lord and his mechanical marvel. None who looked upon it as it went up would know the real story. That at the heart of the ancient power and giants stood a very small, scared, and secluded monk, wrapped in his secrets and humility, he hoped it to always stay that way.

Rizzy stood alone again.

He sent Luce and Teera out into Sunspire to search for weapons and explosives. Vel was off in the distance handling her own fears and planning her side of things. Saeris was still on his own journey, unreachable for a reason. Mavas was at Atlas and while him and the Commander were on their way it would be hours before the Aurora would fly overhead, days before the massive Calypso joined the air defense.

Kurel was mitigating his own side of the issue in Erudition. Defending Demy and Ilyea as was necessary and planning the next step in the chess match against the wolves. Killian was suddenly quiet on the comm, and could be no help considering his tenuous position between the two factions. Even Leona who had become a bit of a sounding board for the assassin, was distanced safely in Pandaria. There was no one to reach out to.

Standing within Kurel’s home - standing among his things that felt nearly as intimate to himself as they did to their owner - was almost too much. Things he had restored with killings and effort, added finances to in just the last few days from similar exploits. Things he was heir to in many ways. He had worked so hard for this. Fought at every pass, forged patience and skills he didn’t know he needed, why was he so terrified?

This isolation. Was this what Kurel felt all the time among them? The weight of the crown as it was often put; it was different than leading an operation or even running the port in ways that made him not Trade Lord, nor Captain, nor Purveyor, but perhaps nearly as important as all three… This was still different.

Riz pulled the titan disc from his pocket, shivering all over with the task at hand. The stone was created to be bound to one blood for life. It would obey that owner’s will no matter where on Azeroth they roamed. They would always be intrinsically linked to Sunspire, and perhaps the first shreds of honor to creep into Rizzy’s skin, or his budding sense of devotion forced him to understand there would be no running away after this.

The monk shut his eyes tight, bowing his head as silent tears fell down the sides of his cheeks. A silent apology reached out from his chest as if Saeris could feel it. Not that he would need nor request it, but Riz had promised him the chance to think about it. The veto power to keep their lives from settling down.

“We don’ settle down. We jus’ keep on ‘avin’ adventures then!” The redhead had soothed him.

“Promise?”

“Absolutely.”

Rizzy slipped the shadow dagger from beneath his sleeve.

“Promise?”

“Absolutely.”

The knife bit into his skin with hardly any pressure. He wouldn’t feel pain until the air hit his exposed insides, for now all he knew was the wet and the red.

“Promise?”

“Absolutely.”

From his forearm the blood dripped over the titan stone, the soft blue glow of ancient mechanics taking life, connecting to him and only him for the rest of his days. Surely if they needed to… someday it was plausible to reset the tower? Perhaps Phantom would succeed in his attempts to destroy it. Perhaps the whole thing would crumble in a decade and fall to dragon fire, who the fuck even knew.

“Saeris… promise me this is the right decision.” He spoke aloud. Riz had never had any gods, it was the closest thing to a prayer he could conceive of.

“Absolutely.”

“Alright tower... show us y’stuff, activate an close down the port.”

The locals were stirred. Worried. Rizzy should be out there comforting them, showing reassurance and strength he blatantly didn’t possess any more… but he knew Riz the Rigmaster now. He even knew Riz the Prince of Sunspire. He could be a ‘grifter’ as Demy called him and play his own face a while. He could be the nameless and hide his fears. He was the Unbreakable Reed after all and he was merely up against a third rate assassin by the title of Phantom. His first duty was to protect Vel. Second was to settle the startle around Sunspire.

The monk bandaged up his wrist and packed away the stone to handle the rest of the evening.

Four days had passed since The Serpent's Kiss had embarked upon its mission accompanying the Queen's Gambit.

The ship was being repaired, Rubiaura rented a room at the Strider in Sunspire, the priestess suffered from three broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder and a collection of minor bruises, cuts and burns. Teera had helped assist the recovery from these injuries, broken ribs being held in place by firm vines that sprouted from the bones and tangled together. This would hasten recovery considerably and do much to make the pain tolerable.

Her shoulder was tended to. Large lacerations were cleaned and stitched. The bruises would remain for a while, as would some of the burns. But thanks to Teera, she would recover far quicker than she otherwise would have. And though her body still ached, it was tolerable. After the nights she spent at the Strider she regained much needed energy. The halo that hovered above her head once again looked radiant. And despite a few cuts that marred her face, her smile had returned to her.

The salespriestess - wandered out into Sunspire, in search of Teera. She had spent days resting, and now her mind sought an update regarding the condition of the rest of the crew.

She reached up, her arm aching as she did, she extended and index finger and curled it around her halo and gave it a little spin. She made her way to the door, she had to empty some of her many satchels and bags, as she couldn't quite carry the same weight as she usually could. She packed up what she could and exited her room, and exited the Strider. Her eyes adjusted to the sun and she took as deep a breath her body would allow her. Her smile brightened at the salty air.

She was far from 100%, but she was able to be productive.

She moved slower than usual, but she still made her way through the seaside town.

Teerã, a capital do Irã, encontra-se em uma situação cada vez mais crítica, cercada por uma densa névoa de poluição que afeta a saúde e o bem-estar de seus habitantes. Recentemente, as condições atmosféricas na cidade se deterioraram a tal ponto que os índices de poluição subiram para mais de 200, sendo classificados como "muito prejudiciais". Essa classificação indica altas concentrações de partículas PM2.5 no ar, sabendo-se que essas partículas podem causar sérios problemas respiratórios e agravar doenças cardíacas, especialmente em populações vulneráveis como crianças, idosos e aqueles com condições de saúde preexistentes.(...)

Leia a noticia completa no link abaixo:

https://www.jornalo.com.br/teera-enfrenta-grave-crise-de-poluicao-enquanto-governo-ignora-situacao