2023.05.31 18:01 Folseus- [Sunbreak] Hitzone Comparison Damage Calculator with Dual Blade Analysis
2023.02.06 20:36 LaneAsherklein I played ALL the weapons in Rise/Sunbreak
![]() | submitted by LaneAsherklein to MonsterHunter [link] [comments] https://preview.redd.it/aaivj49azlga1.jpg?width=500&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=809b066ad86dba6fc0b8213e6e34104424372211 3 months ago I wanted to do a challenge where I try to play all the weapons in MHSB. I don't mean just learning the combo, I meant learning to clear end game content with it. I looked up meta builds, watch Japanese solo videos, studied all the memes that only *insert weapon main* would understand, and after 3 long and grueling months I put all I learned to the test. The test was simple. Clear Anomaly Investigation 200 Rathalos, under 10minute (dps check meme), 3 tries. If I could beat Lv200 Rath under 10min in 3 tries I pass and I get to pick the nicest looking of the 3 runs to upload. If I do not kill it under 10min (or I triple carted) in 3 tries, then I just keep running, and the first clear under 10min is uploaded instead. Of the 14 weapons, 10 passed 4 failed. And all I have to show for is this 2 hour long ass video of me causing the next rathalos extinction event. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VPd8zu_MTaA (Youtube needs some time processing before the 1080p is available) Time of each weapon run HBG (6:19 min) LBG (6:22 min) Bow (6:56 min) Dual Blade (7:15 min) Switch Axe (7:38 min) Longsword (7:46 min) Insect Glaive (7:52 min) Gunlance (8:37 min) Hunting Horn (8:42 min) Sword and Shield (8:48 min) Lance (8:57 min) Hammer (9:14 min) Charge Blade (9:33 min) Greatsword (9:47 min) This is not a dps tier list, it is a "How good/bad I am at this particular weapon list". Now that is all said and done, I am now officially a self certified weapons master and my objectively subjective weapon tier list should take precedence over all other tier list. I learned many things on my journey. -Contrary to what looks like a simple Poke and Block weapon, Lance has alot of depth. Using guard point from guard dash, timing instant block, re-positioning yourself. -Sword and Shield is simple, and recommended for beginner. It has a shield for clutch block, little animation lock, can use item without sheathing. But it was surprisingly hard to do dps with it at the start, the learning curve for doing dps on sword and shield is not "beginner weapon". -Many class plays differently with each passing generations, but hammer has literally stayed the same since Monster Hunter 1. -Bowguns are op not because they do a lot of damage, but because it has no animation lock, so I rarely get punished from spamming attack. -Hunting Horn is a damage weapon not a support weapon (I mean, it can be, but why? ya know). -Insect Glaive gets hit by the most absolutely unfair bullshit attack from monster on the ground 6000ft away from you. -People say "Hammer no brain, go bonk all good" but the Switch Axe is more "No Brain, Just Bonk" than the Hammer is tbh. -Gunlance is literally a rocket blaster in MHSB. Everyone should try it. -People hate on Longsword in multiplayer for filching, but honestly, Gunlance is the worst flincher IMO. Since Flinch Free doesn't work on full barrage, and their drop slam/Hail cutter trips you even with FF1 (Only if you are not attacking tho). Please keep in mind that I am have not "mastered" any weapons, I just tried to play them well. (Please be kind. I do watch those speedrun videos to learn how to play the weapons from, so I understand that my skills are no where near as impressive as it should be) If you have any question that you wish to ask, feel free to leave a comment. |
2023.02.01 23:12 FSTxx How i lost 4 hours because of a bad translation
2023.01.23 19:26 PockyClips Twenty one Rathians down... No Rath Marrow
2022.03.21 03:06 Zephyrthestorm Nargacuga Marrow
2022.03.04 18:56 EphemeralMember What talk-to-text thinks Pokémon names are supposed to be
2022.02.26 21:54 Verlux GDT13 Entrants
Character | Series | Match-Up | Stipulations |
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Boba Fett | Star Wars | Draw | Starts atop his Rancor |
Oro | Street Fighter | Draw | Feats from only Third Strike and UDON Comics, believes his opponent is a serious enough threat for him to use both hands |
Momakase | Big Hero 6 | Draw | Has only her throwing weapons and no sword, believes her opponents are robots. Starts with a knife in hand |
Hatsumi Sen | Kengan Asura | Draw | Taken immediately after his warmup with Ohma before his fight with Fang |
Character /Appearance | Series /RT | Gear | Stipulations |
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Kuvira | Avatar, The Legend of Korra | Full armor | Characterization pre-redemption |
Captain America | Ultimate Marvel, Earth 1610 | Shield, costume | Additional feats, Starts with shield in hand |
Scorpion | Mortal Kombat: Legends | Has chain speakunai, swords | Additional feats |
Backup: Yun | Avatar, Kyoshi Novels | Rock glove on hand | Post spirit-fusion |
Character | Series | Match-Up | Stipulations |
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Fei Wangfang | Kengan Omega | Likely | Can individually use Fallen Demon or Advance, but not simultaneously. Cannot use maximum Advance output. |
Wakatsuki Takeshi | Kengan Asura/Omega | Likely | N/A |
Yasuda Koinosuke | Tokyo Duel | Draw | Has performed the Reverse Nayuta on himself |
Lolong Donaire | Kengan Omega | Draw | Is 6 feet tall. Feats from this rewrite take precedence |
Character | Series | Stipulations | Matchup |
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Kanoh Agito, The Fifth Fang of Metsudo | Kengan | Current Agito. Fighting for Metsudo's honor. Healthy. | Likely |
Luther Strode | Luther Strode | Likely | |
Tokita Ohma | Kengan | Current. Healthy. | Likely. |
Jack Hanma | Baki | Only first series feats, same steroids as the start of the Baki fight | Draw |
Character | Series | Stipulations | Matchup | Scaling |
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Anchor | The Anchor | Whole Anchor, include these WoG, believes his opponents are demons | Likely | None |
Man-Bat | The Batman (2004) | Commanded by the Penguin using the bat hypnotic device to kill his opponent | Likely | The Batman (2004) universe |
Venom | The Spectacular Spider-Man | None | Likely | The Spectacular Spider-Man universe |
Himawari Ranna | Rokudou no Onna-Tachi | Thinks her opponents are endangering Rokudou, has been commanded by Rokudou to protect herself and win | Likely | it's all in the thread |
Character | Series | Victory? | Stips |
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General Grievous | Clone Wars 2003 | Likely | Has the Electrostaff in hand, no lightsabers. |
Josuke Higashikata | JoJo's bizarre Adventure | Likely | Starts with Crazy Diamond Active. Opponents can see and interact with Stands. |
Wyald | Berserk | Likely | Club in hand, starts naked, except for club. |
Arashiyama Jurota | Kengan | Likely | NA. |
Character | Series | Match-Up | Stipulations |
---|---|---|---|
Daredevil | Marvel | Likely Victory | None |
Aquaman | DCEU | Unlikely Victory | None |
Sonic | Archie Comics | Likely Victory | Ian Flynn feats only |
Master Chief | Halo | Likely Victory | No guns |
Character | Series/RT | Stipulations | Matchup | Scaling |
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The Swoledier | Ceno0 | Can pull out his shotguns like he did here. No moon feat. No scaling to this feat. | Likely | BLU Heavy, RED Heavy |
Bionic Man | Dynamite Comics | No supersonic jump feat, no scaling to Bionic Woman | Even | Colonel Avery Hull, Bigfoot, Trench |
Julius Reinhold | Kengan Omega | Peak Condition, has Gott-Töter Steinbohrer (gator mode) | Likely | Other Kengan RTs here |
(Backup) SCP-058 | SCP Foundation | Composite, has all feats from RT | Likely | SCP-096 |
Character | Series | Match-Up | Stipulations |
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The Reaper | A Hero's Shadow | Likely | This fight happens in real time, he has already decided to kill the opponents and not to kill his teammates |
Marrow | Dreamwalker | Likely | Begins with his full body enhanced and a bone whip created, can't run out of mana or otherwise suffer soul fatigue, Death told him to collect his opponents souls |
Katsumi Orochi | Baki | Likely | None |
Cheshire (backup) | Young Justice | Draw | Has all equipment listed in her RT |
Character | Series | Matchup | Stipulations |
---|---|---|---|
Akisame Koetsuji | History's Strongest Disciple Kenichi, less bad rt | Likely | No bullet timing or scaling to bullet timing. Not wearing any metal. |
Akira Hongou | History's Strongest Disciple Kenichi | Likely | See Sakaki's stipulations. Not wearing any metal. |
Shio Sakaki | History's Strongest Disciple Kenichi,less bad rt | Likely | No bullet timing or scaling to bullet timing. No scaling to Akira Hongo's tower busting, and his boulder feat is an outlier. Not wearing any metal. |
Lu Tian | Kengan | Likely | None |
Character | Series | Match-Up | Stipulations |
---|---|---|---|
Retsu Kaioh | Grappler Baki | Draw-Likely Victory | Retsu has his shirt full of throwing knives from his fights with Doyle and Musashi. |
Rajang | Monster Hunter | Draw | Furious Rajang infected with the Frenzy Virus. Thinks his opponent's head is a Kirin's horn. |
Gwen Tennyson | Ben 10 | Unlikely | Kid Gwen feats only. |
Rath | Ben 10 | Draw | None |
Character | Series | Match-Up | Stipulations |
---|---|---|---|
Shang-Chi | Marvel, 616 | Likely Victory | Has his bracers. Circa just prior to 2021 solo. Supplemental RT |
ZET | Zetman | Draw | Starts in his Red ZET Form, but cannot turn into Perfect ZET. His body reacts to foes as if they were Players. Ignore this feat |
Venom | Sony | Likely Victory | Starts out in Venom form. Eddie has promised Venom he can eat anyone he wants if he wins. Can use deleted scene feats. Ignore distance component of second hit in this feat Supplemental RT |
Tsurumaru | Hitogatana | Likely Victory | Seri starts inhabiting Tsurumaru. No tasering. Her pod/body are located just outside of the arena. |
Character | Series | Match-Up | Stipulations |
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Miyamoto Usagi | Usagi Yojimbo | Likely Victory | Has his swords and a bow & arrows. Is under Kakera's translation spell. Thinks his opponents are yokai. Starts with swords drawn. |
Gourry Gabriev | Slayers | Likely Victory | Has his Sword of Light with the fake metal blade over the real one. Gourry cannot take the fake blade off himself. No Dragon Slave scaling. Stip this feat. Brainwashed by Hellmaster, who's ordered him to kill the enemy. Starts with sword drawn. |
Baymax & Hiro Hamada | Big Hero 6 | Likely Victory | Baymax is wearing his Ultra Armour. Has his battery jetpack. Overdrive Mode enabled but not activated. Hiro has his Ultra Armour, magnet gauntlets, and mini-magnet launchers. They think the opponents are robots. |
[Backup] Amarendra Baahubali | Baahubali | Likely Victory | Has his sword and a bow & arrows. Wearing his armour. Thinks the opponents are invading Kalakeya warriors. Starts with his sword drawn. |
Character | Series | Match-Up | Stipulations |
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The Meta | Red vs. Blue | Likely victory | Starts in his armor, No ranged weaponry, no time distortion unit, has infinite power for his augmentations, no death battle feats, thinks killing the enemy will lead to metastability |
Ming Hua | Legend of Korra | Likely victory | Starts with full water arms |
Agent Carolina | Red vs. Blue | draw | No death battle feats, starts in her armor and with augments at full power, as of her appearance in RvB Zero, infinite power for augmentations, in the mindset she had during the Freelancer saga. Has feats from the labyrinthian projection |
Backup: Toa Mudō | Kengan | Likely Victory | At his peak |
Character | Series | Match-Up | Stipulations |
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Kiryu Setsuna "The beautiful beast" | Kengan Ashura | Likely/easy | No inaba gangster feat, strongest condition |
Ryuki gaoh "The dragon king" | Kengan Omega | Likely/difficult | Before he thought that killing was a bad thing |
Naidan Mönkhbat, "The Hawk of Ordos" | Kengan Omega | Likely/easy | alive |
Tigra | Marvel Comics | Unlikely/high difficult | strongest/best form 616 |
Character | Series | Match-Up | Stipulations |
---|---|---|---|
Janey Belle | Zombie Tramp | Unlikely | Kaiju Form. No Soul Manipulation, Mind Control, Combustion, Head of Ass spells or being able to take her opponents to Limbo. Believes the opponent is as strong if not possibly stronger than herself. |
Douji Kodama | Black Joke | Likely | Believes the opponent can hit as hard as a person on MAD and is in has taken form to fight |
Eobard Thawne | DCAMU | Draw | None |
Backup: Wonder Woman | Wonder Woman (2009) | Draw | In her costume along with her lasso, Tiara, and bracelets. No bullet timing feat and ignore feats with Ares except for the Lasso of Truth taking a sword swipe. |
Character | Series | Match-Up | Stipulations |
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Mori Jin, The Monkey King | God of Highschool | Likely | Anime RT Ep 1-10, Anime RT Ep 11-13, Manhwa RT, Anime/Manhwa Composite, End of the Anime, No God Powers, No Pressure Points, no eye mask, Stip out The shockwave component of this feat, This feat. Believes their wish will be granted if they win this match. |
Daewi Han, The Mad Cow | God of Highschool | Likely | Anime RT Ep 1-10, Anime RT Ep 11-13, Manhwa RT, Anime/Manhwa Composite, End of the Anime, Stip out this feat. Believes their wish will be granted if they win this match. |
Ilpyo Park, The Key | God of Highschool | Likely | Anime RT Ep 1-10, Anime RT Ep 11-13, Starts in Fox Mode, flame attacks have no heat component, no hoodie, stip out This feat and this feat Believes their wish will be granted if they win this match. |
Mira Yoo, The Witch of the West | God of Highschool | Unlikely | Anime RT Ep 1-10, Anime RT Ep 11-13, Manhwa RT, Anime/Manhwa Composite, End of the Anime, Starts in Charyeok Mode, Has her normal wooden sword (not Bongseon). Believes their wish will be granted if they win this match. |
Character | Series | Match-Up | Stipulations |
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Killer Croc | Arkhamverse | Likely | Arkham Knight |
Reptil | Marvel 616 | Likely | Starts off as a Tyrannosaurus |
Doctor Curt Connors | Marvel 616 | Likely | Pre-Shed feats only, stip out his bulldozer throwing feat, base his speed off his guidebook statement |
Goji/Godzilla | Dickard T. | Draw | Has Crescent Rose, Human-sized |
Character | Series | Match-Up | Stipulations |
---|---|---|---|
Star | Marvel 616 | Likely Victory | As avatar of the Reality Stone |
Luke Cage | MCU | Draw | EoS |
Fjord | Critical Role | Draw | As Paladin for The Wildmother |
Backup: Ratcatcher 2 | DCEU | Likely Victory | 10,000 Rats |
Character | Series | Matchup | Stipulations |
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Shirtless Bear Fighter | Image Comics | Draw | N/A |
Ursaring | Pokemon Anime | Likely | Starts Bulked Up |
Black Panther | Deadpool vs Black Panther | Draw | Give him all Equipment alongside Deadpool's swords |
Doc Ock | Raimi Spider-Man | Likely | N/A |
Character | Series/RT | Match-up | Stipulations |
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Edward Wu | Kengan Omega | Likely win | None |
Izou Motobe | Grappler Baki - Baki Dou | Likely win | Get's his weapons and armour |
Mohammad Alai Jr | New Grappler Baki | Unlikely victory-Draw | None |
Doppo Orochi (Back-up) | Grappler Baki - Baki Dou II | Draw-Likely win | Current Dou II Doppo |
Name/RT | Series | Victory | Stips |
---|---|---|---|
Suzuka Gozen | Fate/EXTRA CCC Fox Tail | Likely | Does not have access to her first or third Noble Phantasms. Only using feats from EXTRA CCC Fox Tail, if that wasn't indicated by the series name. |
Dio Brando | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Part 1: Phantom Blood | Draw | Post-Vampire. Assume he can't do the zombie punch. Stip out the ice ability, and Dio will not try to use the ice ability. |
Ikoma | Kabaneri of the Iron Fortress | Unlikely Victory | Stip out the train feat. |
Backup: Kingpin | Spider-Man: Into the Spider-verse | Likely Victory | Stip out the window punch feat. |
Character | Series | Match-Up | Stipulations |
---|---|---|---|
Rocksteady | Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles [IDW Comics] | Draw | N/A |
Xena | Xena: Warrior Princess | Draw | Dark Xena mentality (reverted to pre-redemption warlord mentality) |
Spider-Man | Spider-Man Manga | Likely | Additional feat, 2 |
Back-up: Bebop | Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles [IDW Comics] | Draw | N/A |
Character | Series | Match-Up | Stipulation |
---|---|---|---|
Soild Snake | Metal Gear Series | Likely Victory | Has all his gear from series, is in his MGS 2 body, and uses CQC |
Kars | JoJo’s Bizzare Adventure | Likely Victory | regular Kars, ultimate lifeform (define win) |
Agni | Fire Punch | Draw or likely victory | if not on fire at all draw. If on fire Draw. If on fire with Doma’s flames, Likely victory (assured Victory if Kengan Man directly hits him) |
Back-Up Character Trump card: Satoru Gojo | Jujustu Kaisen | Likely Victory | can use Cursed techniques and not acted upon by and AOG |
Character | Series | Match-Up | Stipulations |
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Kure Raian | Kengan | Likely | Current, Healthy, Starts in Removal |
Tokita Niko | Kengan | Likely | At his peak |
Muteba Gizenga | Kengan | Draw | Current, Healthy, Has his knife and pistol, with the knife in his hand |
Akoya Seishu | Kengan | Unlikely | Current, Healthy, Wearing his armour |
Character | Series/RT | Match-Up | Stips |
---|---|---|---|
Brawler | Akudama Drive | Likely | No speed scaling to Master. |
Suyin | Avatar - The Legend of Korra | Toss-Up | Gear from "Enter the Void." |
Sylas Briarwood | The Legend of Vox Machina | Likely | Starts with Craven Edge manifested. Believes opponents want to stop the return of the Whisper One. No charming |
Courier | Akudama Drive | Likely | No speed scaling to Master. Has his pistol, starts on his bike. No weapons on the bike except for the grappling hook. |
Vin Venture | Mistborn 2nd RT Misc feats | Has a bag of coins, has drunk a vial of each metal, excluding atium, starts with 10 vials of all her metals (main 8, duralumin (essentially giving her potentially 10 duralumin charges)) 1 bead of atium, and her obsidian knives |
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Alucard Tepes | Castlevania 2nd thread | Sword, shield, end of Season 4 |
Project 7723 | Next Gen | Can use his concussive blast, his shield, and small blasters |
Backup Jim Lake Jr | Trollhunters | Troll Jim, has Daylight formed and in his hands |
Character | Series | Match-Up | Stipulations |
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Meggy Speltzer | SMG4 | Draw | Is in Inkling Form. |
Wildvine | Ben 10 | Draw | Can only regenerate once per fight. |
Rough the Skunk | Sonic (IDW) | Draw | N/A |
Back-Up: Cad Bane | Star Wars | Unlikely | N/A |
Character | Series | Match-Up | Stipulations |
---|---|---|---|
Zangief | Street Fighter | Draw | None |
Rhino | Spectacular Spider-Man | Likely | None |
Bane | DC new 52 | Likely | Has his venom |
Killer Croc | The Batman | Draw | None |
Character | Series | Match-Up | Stipulations |
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Kamen Rider Revice | Kamen Rider Revice | Draw | Starts transformed in his Jack Revice form, stip this feat out. |
Kamen Rider Evil | Kamen Rider Revice | Draw | Starts transformed, no Jackal form. |
Kamen Rider Demons | Kamen Rider Revice | Likely Victory | Starts Transformed, user is Olteca. |
(Back-Up) Kamen Rider Ichi-Gata | Kamen Rider Zero-One | Unlikely-Victory | Starts transformed, Additional Durability feat, Additional Scaling [2] [3] |
Character | Series | Victory? | Stip |
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The Boulder | Avatar: The Last Airbender | Likely | Has Pebbles, his crococat |
Ghazan | The Legend of Korra | Draw | none |
Lin Beifong | The Legend of Korra | Draw | Wearing armor, Has her arm cables as well as her arm blades (both are built into her armor so it works) |
Bolin | The Legend of Korra | Likely | None |
Character | Series/RT | Match Up | Stipulations |
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Major Motoko Kusanagi | SAC + GitS | Draw | Composite SAC + 1995 Canon. Assume titanium body based on this scan, and view of a cyborg's "shell". Major uses SAC's Thermoptic Camo. Transported from this point in her canon with her invisibility primed to activate |
Kure Erioh "The Mighty Demon" | Kengan Asura | Likely Victory | In his physical prime armed with a ceramic dagger and two ceramic needles |
Tiger Niko "The Other Tokita Niko" who trained Agito as well as Kiryu and Ohma, and not the Tokita Niko who only trained Ohma | Kengan Asura | Likely Victory | Fully naked. Current. |
Kuroki Gensai "The Devil Lance" | Kengan Asura | Likely Victory | Current Kuroki. Black gi. |
2022.02.09 06:49 corvette1710 GDT Season 13 Pick Suggestion Thread
Character | Series | Stipulations | Matchup | Scaling |
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Bionic Man | Dynamite Comics' The Bionic Man | No supersonic jump feat, no scaling to Bionic Woman | Even | Colonel Avery Hull, Bigfoot, Trench |
Kraven the Hunter | Marvel 616 | With a spear and a falcon | Even | Spider-Man, Kaine, Black Widow, Ben Reilly, Daredevil |
Parasite | Superman: Man of Tomorrow | Humanoid form, no heat vision | Likely | None |
Ultimate Green Goblin | Marvel 1610 | No fire | -- | -- |
Ming-Hua | The Legend of Korra | None | -- | -- |
Cheshire | Young Justice | None | -- | -- |
Lobo | Young Justice | None | -- | -- |
Sportsmaster | Young Justice | None | -- | -- |
O-Sensei | Batman: Soul of the Dragon | None | -- | -- |
Hawkeye | MCU: What If...? | None | -- | -- |
Batman | Arkham games | -- | -- | -- |
Spider-Man | Raimi Trilogy | -- | -- | -- |
Captain Carter | MCU: What If...? | -- | -- | -- |
Aquaman | DCEU | -- | -- | -- |
Amadeus Cho | Marvel 616 | Pre-Hulk, Calvin Klein A.I suit, Herc’s mace | -- | -- |
Ultimate Spider Monkey | Ben 10 | No scaling to Ben's other aliens. Ben with Omnitrix. | Draw/Likely | None |
Gwen Tennyson | Ben 10 | Kid Gwen as of Destroy All Aliens. Has 5 semitrucks as equipment. | Likely | If it's not on the RT it probably doesn't matter |
Rath | Ben 10 | Albedo with Omnitrix. | Draw/Unlikely | Echo Echo uhhhh idk who else |
He Dachun | Scissor Seven | Has his gun | Draw | Is linked on the RT |
Gideon Jura | Magic: The Gathering | Has his sural, ignore this | Likely | Jace Beleren |
Sebas Tian | Overlord | Composite Light Novel/Anime/Manga | Unlikely | On the thread |
King Arthur | King Arthur: Legend Of The Sword | -- | -- | -- |
Tang Sanzang | Xi Xing Ji | None | Likely Victory | -- |
Spider | Dreamwalker | Can't run out of mana or suffer soul fatigue of any kind, begins with his full body enhanced, has Riven's dagger, Shadow and Marrow RTs for scaling. | Draw | -- |
Silver's Feraligatr | Pokemon Adventures | ignore this | Draw | -- |
your pick here | text | text | text | text |
2021.12.02 18:12 mopeiobebeast dreadking rathalos is an abomination that could only have crawled out of the nine circles of hell
2021.06.01 23:49 Ubnoxish I Wish the Apex Upgraded like Narwa/Ibushi
2021.05.25 14:26 xjettxblank Just remotely nier related: so yoko taro wrote up his own story suggestions for a game called monster hunter: rise (i don't know if you know that game but i play that a lot too ). I made a short story based on it, take a look and comment your thoughts guys haha.
The Wyrm danced to and fro in its frenzy, killing hunters left and right. Young or grizzled they died on the Offspring's vicious claws and its outbursts of Lightning and tornadoes. Their weapons bounced from its hide like blades of rice-grass against stone. In the peak of its rage the dragon reared its spear ended tail, aimed right at the Hunter's heart. The Hunter saw the glint of sunlight on its sharp bony tip Just before it blurred out of sight. He was in the middle of a swing with his greatsword and he knew there's not enough time to dodge it, in the blink of an eye the tail-spear struck flesh. The hunter turned, half surprised he that was still able to, and beheld Lady Hinoa standing before him and, to his horror, with the Offspring's tail-spear transfixed in her prim gut. She convulsed and coughed causing blood to spray out of her mouth. In unison with the dragon's scream, The Hunter felt the despair in Minoto's voice. "Sister! Noooooo!" As if having dipped it in boiling oil, the dragon withdrew its tail from Hinoa's body. Leaving the cavity to gush torrents of blood. The same blood sizzled and smoked on the Offspring's tail, causing the scales to fall out. The infant dragon writhed in the air, letting out a most deafening scream of pain before it bolted and disapeared into the mountains. The doctor emerged through the curtain wiping sweat from his brow with a little handkerchief. "How is she?" Minoto's voice shook with concern. The doctor sighed deeply, his sharp ears drooping in unison with his shoulders. " I have stopped the bleeding, she lost a lot of blood. But the tail. It left a very potent venom and it had entered her bloodstream." Minoto lowered herself making her eyes in level with the old doctor's " can you do something about it?" With pained effort, the doctor met her gaze. "I wish i can. But the venom is more than anything we have seen before. I tried all kinds of antidote, rath, garuga, giginox, even apex rath antidote. Nothing worked. And its spreading in her body like wildfire." Minoto stared at the old wyverian. Biting her lower lip to stop it from quivering, she couldn't find any more words to say. Her eyes welled. The doctor put his little hand on her shoulder. "If you have final words to share--" Minoto swept past the doctor and into the room. The Hunter took a step to follow her but stopped when the doctor reached out and grabbed a handful of his leggings. He instantly understood from the look the old wyverian gave him. The twins have been like mothers to him ever since his parents died during one of the rampages, and as much as he loved them, the twins have been around for decades before he was born, they shared a bond that even he is not a part of and it is sacriliege to intrude into. "Minoto, it looks like I'm not gonna last much longer." "Please don't say that, Hinoa, you will live." "No, Minoto, our fates are already sealed from the day we were born, our lives are intertwined with those gods. Now that they are dead, we must pass too and the Offspring will take over." "If that is so, then i shall go with you." "No, Minoto. You must stay for a while longer. You must ensure that the hunter completes his mission. To see that the Offspring does not mature and find a mate, so that their curse may be banished from this land." "But how?" "The scrolls say that the only Materials that provide dragon element powerfull enough to wound a god dragon are Mystic wyverian bones, the marrows especially. You have seen what my blood did to that monster, what more can my bones do?" Hinoa's breathing Have become shallower and faster, her eyes became droopier. "Hinoa, I can't do this to you!" "There Is no other way Minoto" there was an admonishing tone to Hinoa's voice that brought out the elder sister in her, then as if trying to make up for the harsh tone. "With all the dango i've been eating, there might be enough of me to make two weapons." And let out a weak giggle. Minoto let out a heavy sigh. " Very well, Hinoa, it shall be as you wish." Hinoa raised a hand and caressed Minoto's cheek. "I never regretted every moment I spent with you." Minoto bent down and kissed her sister at the corner of the lips. "Me too. I love you Hinoa." "I love you too, Minoto, dear sister." With that Hinoa closed her eyes and stopped breathing. Minoto wept, clutching her sister close to herself. She poured herself out for an hour before regaining her usual cold composure again, she gently placed Hinoa's hands on her chest, kissed her one last time at the forehead and went out of the room. The Hunter stood at the door way, his eyes puffed. Of course, he heard her. "Yes, she has passed" as if she knew what he was going to ask. The Hunter turned sideways from her in a failing attempt to hide his face. His body was shaking from trying to stiffle his sobs. His face was a mess of tears, sweat, and snot. He looked no more like the great hunter he had grown into. Now hes just nothing but the boy they had taken in whose parents died in a rampage 17 years ago. Minoto wrapped her arms around him and laid his head on her shoulder. "But you must be strong." She whispered into his ear. A bit surprised that she did this, Minoto realized that Hinoa's softness had rubbed off on her. When his sobs have settled Minoto gently pushed the Hunter back and held him by the shoulders at arms length. "Remember. You have a dragon to kill. Go and take Hinoa's body to Master Hamon, He'll know what to do." The hunter gave her a horrified look. "I know, but this is the only way. This is what Hinoa wanted." The hunter let out a huge sigh, turned to look at minoto with those bright green eyes, now full of determination, and nodded. [ At this point the player must carefully choose which weapon to craft from hinoa's bones. The crafting requirements are set so that certain weapons will use up all of the bones while some will use half the amount allowing the player craft another with the remaining amount.] The Cherry tree rained its soft petals like snow as the genle breeze rocked the branches. Minoto breathed deep and savored its aroma as she sat in the shade. Crickets echoed in the empty walls of the pagoda behind the tree. This is where they were born, where it all began, the shrine ruins. The crickets were suddenly joined by the rumbling of a cart and the distinctive quacking of a gargwa, Minoto turned and saw master Hamon turn around the corner of a dilapidated building. Cradled in his arms were a silk pouch and a small urn, behind him rolled a cart pulled by a gargwa, carying what was to be Hinoa's tombstone, a pickaxe and a shovel. "G'day Lady minoto." "Where is the hunter?" "He left as doon as the weapon was finished." "I am praying for his success." "I am too, milady." After a bit of silence. He handed the silk pouch and the urn to minoto. "I am sorry this is all i could save. I left her hair untouched just as you asked. I also Cremated whats left of her in the steelworks furnace, with the same honor as master Fugen." "Thank you master Hamon." Minoto undid the ribbon on the pouch, pulled back the silk and stared longingly at Hinoa's sleeping face, she held the head to her chest and sang Hinoa's favourite song. the Purification of Kamura, which wil never be heard in kamura again, when the song has ended. She kissed Hinoa's forehead one last time. "It won't be long dear sister. I will be with you soon."
2021.05.24 18:44 DS1394 Doing quests with randos at degen hours of the morning was a mistake
2021.05.12 07:40 xjettxblank You all heard about yoko taro's take right? Decided to mess around on microsoft word and make a short story based on it. Its a bit of a read so i'm calling to the bookworms out there. Please comment down what you think guys😂
The Wyrm danced to and fro in its frenzy, killing hunters left and right. Young or grizzled they died on the Offspring's vicious claws and its outbursts of Lightning and tornadoes. Their weapons bounced from its hide like blades of rice-grass against stone. In the peak of its rage the dragon reared its spear ended tail, aimed right at the Hunter's heart. The Hunter saw the glint of sunlight on its sharp bony tip Just before it blurred out of sight. He was in the middle of a swing with his greatsword and he knew there's not enough time to dodge it, in the blink of an eye the tail-spear struck flesh. The hunter turned, half surprised he that was still able to, and beheld Lady Hinoa standing before him and, to his horror, with the Offspring's tail-spear transfixed in her prim gut. She convulsed and coughed causing blood to spray out of her mouth. In unison with the dragon's scream, The Hunter felt the despair in Minoto's voice. "Sister! Noooooo!" As if having dipped it in boiling oil, the dragon withdrew its tail from Hinoa's body. Leaving the cavity to gush torrents of blood. The same blood sizzled and smoked on the Offspring's tail, causing the scales to fall out. The infant dragon writhed in the air, letting out a most deafening scream of pain before it bolted and disapeared into the mountains. The doctor emerged through the curtain wiping sweat from his brow with a little handkerchief. "How is she?" Minoto's voice shook with concern. The doctor sighed deeply, his sharp ears drooping in unison with his shoulders. " I have stopped the bleeding, she lost a lot of blood. But the tail. It left a very potent venom and it had entered her bloodstream." Minoto lowered herself making her eyes in level with the old doctor's " can you do something about it?" With pained effort, the doctor met her gaze. "I wish i can. But the venom is more than anything we have seen before. I tried all kinds of antidote, rath, garuga, giginox, even apex rath antidote. Nothing worked. And its spreading in her body like wildfire." Minoto stared at the old wyverian. Biting her lower lip to stop it from quivering, she couldn't find any more words to say. Her eyes welled. The doctor put his little hand on her shoulder. "If you have final words to share--" Minoto swept past the doctor and into the room. The Hunter took a step to follow her but stopped when the doctor reached out and grabbed a handful of his leggings. He instantly understood from the look the old wyverian gave him. The twins have been like mothers to him ever since his parents died during one of the rampages, and as much as he loved them, the twins have been around for decades before he was born, they shared a bond that even he is not a part of and it is sacriliege to intrude into. "Minoto, it looks like I'm not gonna last much longer." "Please don't say that, Hinoa, you will live." "No, Minoto, our fates are already sealed from the day we were born, our lives are intertwined with those gods. Now that they are dead, we must pass too and the Offspring will take over." "If that is so, then i shall go with you." "No, Minoto. You must stay for a while longer. You must ensure that the hunter completes his mission. To see that the Offspring does not mature and find a mate, so that their curse may be banished from this land." "But how?" "The scrolls say that the only Materials that provide dragon element powerfull enough to wound a god dragon are Mystic wyverian bones, the marrows especially. You have seen what my blood did to that monster, what more can my bones do?" Hinoa's breathing Have become shallower and faster, her eyes became droopier. "Hinoa, I can't do this to you!" "There Is no other way Minoto" there was an admonishing tone to Hinoa's voice that brought out the elder sister in her, then as if trying to make up for the harsh tone. "With all the dango i've been eating, there might be enough of me to make two weapons." And let out a weak giggle. Minoto let out a heavy sigh. " Very well, Hinoa, it shall be as you wish." Hinoa raised a hand and caressed Minoto's cheek. "I never regretted every moment I spent with you." Minoto bent down and kissed her sister at the corner of the lips. "Me too. I love you Hinoa." "I love you too, Minoto, dear sister." With that Hinoa closed her eyes and stopped breathing. Minoto wept, clutching her sister close to herself. She poured herself out for an hour before regaining her usual cold composure again, she gently placed Hinoa's hands on her chest, kissed her one last time at the forehead and went out of the room. The Hunter stood at the door way, his eyes puffed. Of course, he heard her. "Yes, she has passed" as if she knew what he was going to ask. The Hunter turned sideways from her in a failing attempt to hide his face. His body was shaking from trying to stiffle his sobs. His face was a mess of tears, sweat, and snot. He looked no more like the great hunter he had grown into. Now hes just nothing but the boy they had taken in whose parents died in a rampage 17 years ago. Minoto wrapped her arms around him and laid his head on her shoulder. "But you must be strong." She whispered into his ear. A bit surprised that she did this, Minoto realized that Hinoa's softness had rubbed off on her. When his sobs have settled Minoto gently pushed the Hunter back and held him by the shoulders at arms length. "Remember. You have a dragon to kill. Go and take Hinoa's body to Master Hamon, He'll know what to do." The hunter gave her a horrified look. "I know, but this is the only way. This is what Hinoa wanted." The hunter let out a huge sigh, turned to look at minoto with those bright green eyes, now full of determination, and nodded. [ At this point the player must carefully choose which weapon to craft from hinoa's bones. The crafting requirements are set so that certain weapons will use up all of the bones while some will use half the amount allowing the player craft another with the remaining amount.] The Cherry tree rained its soft petals like snow as the genle breeze rocked the branches. Minoto breathed deep and savored its aroma as she sat in the shade. Crickets echoed in the empty walls of the pagoda behind the tree. This is where they were born, where it all began, the shrine ruins. The crickets were suddenly joined by the rumbling of a cart and the distinctive quacking of a gargwa, Minoto turned and saw master Hamon turn around the corner of a dilapidated building. Cradled in his arms were a silk pouch and a small urn, behind him rolled a cart pulled by a gargwa, carying what was to be Hinoa's tombstone, a pickaxe and a shovel. "G'day Lady minoto." "Where is the hunter?" "He left as doon as the weapon was finished." "I am praying for his success." "I am too, milady." After a bit of silence. He handed the silk pouch and the urn to minoto. "I am sorry this is all i could save. I left her hair untouched just as you asked. I also Cremated whats left of her in the steelworks furnace, with the same honor as master Fugen." "Thank you master Hamon." Minoto undid the ribbon on the pouch, pulled back the silk and stared longingly at Hinoa's sleeping face, she held the head to her chest and sang Hinoa's favourite song. the Purification of Kamura, which wil never be heard in kamura again, when the song has ended. She kissed Hinoa's forehead one last time. "It won't be long dear sister. I will be with you soon."
2021.05.12 07:24 xjettxblank So I revised my previous post based on yoko taro's take i tried to give it more character than the previous one. Its a bit of a long read lol. But please comment down what you think😂
The Wyrm danced to and fro in its frenzy, killing hunters left and right. Young or grizzled they died on the Offspring's vicious claws and its outbursts of Lightning and tornadoes. Their weapons bounced from its hide like blades of rice-grass against stone. In the peak of its rage the dragon reared its spear ended tail, aimed right at the Hunter's heart. The Hunter saw the glint of sunlight on its sharp bony tip Just before it blurred out of sight. He was in the middle of a swing with his greatsword and he knew there's not enough time to dodge it, in the blink of an eye the tail-spear struck flesh. The hunter turned, half surprised he that was still able to, and beheld Lady Hinoa standing before him and, to his horror, with the Offspring's tail-spear transfixed in her prim gut. She convulsed and coughed causing blood to spray out of her mouth. In unison with the dragon's scream, The Hunter felt the despair in Minoto's voice. "Sister! Noooooo!" As if having dipped it in boiling oil, the dragon withdrew its tail from Hinoa's body. Leaving the cavity to gush torrents of blood. The same blood sizzled and smoked on the Offspring's tail, causing the scales to fall out. The infant dragon writhed in the air, letting out a most deafening scream of pain before it bolted and disapeared into the mountains. The doctor emerged through the curtain wiping sweat from his brow with a little handkerchief. "How is she?" Minoto's voice shook with concern. The doctor sighed deeply, his sharp ears drooping in unison with his shoulders. " I have stopped the bleeding, she lost a lot of blood. But the tail. It left a very potent venom and it had entered her bloodstream." Minoto lowered herself making her eyes in level with the old doctor's " can you do something about it?" With pained effort, the doctor met her gaze. "I wish i can. But the venom is more than anything we have seen before. I tried all kinds of antidote, rath, garuga, giginox, even apex rath antidote. Nothing worked. And its spreading in her body like wildfire." Minoto stared at the old wyverian. Biting her lower lip to stop it from quivering, she couldn't find any more words to say. Her eyes welled. The doctor put his little hand on her shoulder. "If you have final words to share--" Minoto swept past the doctor and into the room. The Hunter took a step to follow her but stopped when the doctor reached out and grabbed a handful of his leggings. He instantly understood from the look the old wyverian gave him. The twins have been like mothers to him ever since his parents died during one of the rampages, and as much as he loved them, the twins have been around for decades before he was born, they shared a bond that even he is not a part of and it is sacriliege to intrude into. "Minoto, it looks like I'm not gonna last much longer." "Please don't say that, Hinoa, you will live." "No, Minoto, our fates are already sealed from the day we were born, our lives are intertwined with those gods. Now that they are dead, we must pass too and the Offspring will take over." "If that is so, then i shall go with you." "No, Minoto. You must stay for a while longer. You must ensure that the hunter completes his mission. To see that the Offspring does not mature and find a mate, so that their curse may be banished from this land." "But how?" "The scrolls say that the only Materials that provide dragon element powerfull enough to wound a god dragon are Mystic wyverian bones, the marrows especially. You have seen what my blood did to that monster, what more can my bones do?" Hinoa's breathing Have become shallower and faster, her eyes became droopier. "Hinoa, I can't do this to you!" "There Is no other way Minoto" there was an admonishing tone to Hinoa's voice that brought out the elder sister in her, then as if trying to make up for the harsh tone. "With all the dango i've been eating, there might be enough of me to make two weapons." And let out a weak giggle. Minoto let out a heavy sigh. " Very well, Hinoa, it shall be as you wish." Hinoa raised a hand and caressed Minoto's cheek. "I never regretted every moment I spent with you." Minoto bent down and kissed her sister at the corner of the lips. "Me too. I love you Hinoa." "I love you too, Minoto, dear sister." With that Hinoa closed her eyes and stopped breathing. Minoto wept, clutching her sister close to herself. She poured herself out for an hour before regaining her usual cold composure again, she gently placed Hinoa's hands on her chest, kissed her one last time at the forehead and went out of the room. The Hunter stood at the door way, his eyes puffed. Of course, he heard her. "Yes, she has passed" as if she knew what he was going to ask. The Hunter turned sideways from her in a failing attempt to hide his face. His body was shaking from trying to stiffle his sobs. His face was a mess of tears, sweat, and snot. He looked no more like the great hunter he had grown into. Now hes just nothing but the boy they had taken in whose parents died in a rampage 17 years ago. Minoto wrapped her arms around him and laid his head on her shoulder. "But you must be strong." She whispered into his ear. A bit surprised that she did this, Minoto realized that Hinoa's softness had rubbed off on her. When his sobs have settled Minoto gently pushed the Hunter back and held him by the shoulders at arms length. "Remember. You have a dragon to kill. Go and take Hinoa's body to Master Hamon, He'll know what to do." The hunter gave her a horrified look. "I know, but this is the only way. This is what Hinoa wanted." The hunter let out a huge sigh, turned to look at minoto with those bright green eyes, now full of determination, and nodded. [ At this point the player must carefully choose which weapon to craft from hinoa's bones. The crafting requirements are set so that certain weapons will use up all of the bones while some will use half the amount allowing the player craft another with the remaining amount.] The Cherry tree rained its soft petals like snow as the genle breeze rocked the branches. Minoto breathed deep and savored its aroma as she sat in the shade. Crickets echoed in the empty walls of the pagoda behind the tree. This is where they were born, where it all began, the shrine ruins. The crickets were suddenly joined by the rumbling of a cart and the distinctive quacking of a gargwa, Minoto turned and saw master Hamon turn around the corner of a dilapidated building. Cradled in his arms were a silk pouch and a small urn, behind him rolled a cart pulled by a gargwa, carying what was to be Hinoa's tombstone, a pickaxe and a shovel. "G'day Lady minoto." "Where is the hunter?" "He left as doon as the weapon was finished." "I am praying for his success." "I am too, milady." After a bit of silence. He handed the silk pouch and the urn to minoto. "I am sorry this is all i could save. I left her hair untouched just as you asked. I also Cremated whats left of her in the steelworks furnace, with the same honor as master Fugen." "Thank you master Hamon." Minoto undid the ribbon on the pouch, pulled back the silk and stared longingly at Hinoa's sleeping face, she held the head to her chest and sang Hinoa's favourite song. the Purification of Kamura, which wil never be heard in kamura again, when the song has ended. She kissed Hinoa's forehead one last time. "It won't be long dear sister. I will be with you soon."
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By Thomas Mann Translation by H. T. Lowe-Porter THE INFANT PRODIGY THE INFANT prodigy entered. The hall became quiet. It became quiet and then the audience began to clap, because somewhere at the side a leader of mobs, a born organizer, clapped first. The audience had heard nothing yet, but they applauded; for a mighty publicity organization had heralded the prodigy and people were already hypnotized, whether they knew it or not. The prodigy came from behind a splendid screen embroidered with Empire garlands and great conventionalized flowers, and climbed nimbly up the steps to the platform, diving into the ap- plause as into a bath; a little chilly and shivering, but yet as though into a friendly element. He advanced to the edge of the platform and smiled as though her were about to be photographed; he made a shy, charming gesture of greeting, like a little girl. He was dressed entirely in white silk, which the audience found enchanting. The little white jacket was fancifully cut, with a sash underneath it, and even his shoes were made of white silk. But against the white socks his bare legs stood out quite brown; for he was a Greek boy. He was called Bibi Saccellaphylaccas. And such indeed was his name. No one knew what Bibi was the pet name for, nobody but the impresario, and he regarded it as a trade secret. Bibi had smooth black hair reaching to his shoulders; it was parted on the side and fastened back from the narrow domed forehead by a little silk bow. His was the most harmless childish countenance in the world, with an unfinished nose and guileless mouth. The area beneath his pitch-black mouselike eyes was already a little tired and visibly lined. He looked as though he were nine years old but was really eight and given out for seven. It was hard to tell whether to believe this or not. Probably everybody knew better and still believed it, as happens about so many things. The average man thinks that a little falseness goes with beauty. Where should we get any excitement out of our daily life if we were not willing to pretend a bit? And the average man is quite right, in his average brains! The prodigy kept on bowing until the applause died down, then he went up to the grand piano, and the audience cast a last look at its programmes. First came a Marche solonnelle, then a Rêverie, and the Le Hibou et les moineaux——all by Bibi Saccel- laphylaccas. The whole programme was by him, they were all his compositions. He could not score them, of course, but he had them all in his extraordinary little head and they possessed real artistic significance, or so it is said, seriously and objectively, in the programme. The programme sounded as though the impresario had wrested these concessions from his critical nature after a hard struggle. The prodigy sat down upon the revolving stool and felt with his feet for the pedals, which were raised by means of a clever device so that Bibi could reach them. It was Bibi's own piano, he took it everywhere with him. It rested upon wooden trestles and its polish was somewhat marred by the constant transportation—— but all that only made things more interesting. Bibi put his silk-shod feet on the pedals; then he made an artful little face, looked straight ahead of him, and lifted his right hand. It was a brown, childish little hand; but the wrist was strong and unlike a child's, with well-developed bones. Bibi made his face for the audience because he was aware that he had to entertain them a little. But he had his own private enjoy- ment in the thing too, an enjoyment which he could never convey to anybody. It was that prickling delight, that secret shudder of bliss, which ran through him every time he sat at an open piano—— it would always be with him. And here was the keyboard again, these seven black and white octaves, among which he had so often lost himself in abysmal and thrilling adventures——and yet it always looked as clean and untouched as a newly washed black- board. This was the realm of music that lay before him. It lay spread out like an inviting ocean, where he might plunge in and blissfully swim, where he might let himself be borne and carried away, where he might go under in night and storm, yet keep the mastery: control, ordain——he held his right hand poised in the air. A breathless stillness reigned in the room——the tense moment before the first note came. . . . How would it begin? It began so. And Bibi, with his index finger, fetched the first note out of the piano, a quite unexpected powerful first note in the the middle register, like a trumpet blast. Others followed, an introduction de- veloped——the audience relaxed. The concert was held in the palatial hall of a fashionable first- class hotel. The walls were covered with mirrors framed in gilded arabesques, between frescoes of the rosy and fleshly school. Orna- mental columns supported a ceiling that displayed a whole uni- verse of electric bulbs, in clusters darting a brilliance far brighter than day and filling the whole space with thin, vibrating golden light. Not a seat was unoccupied, people were standing in the side aisles and at the back. The front seats cost twelve marks; for the impresario believed that anything worth having was worth paying for. And they were occupied by the best society, for it was in the upper classes, of course, that the greatest enthusiasm was felt. There were even some children, with their legs hanging down de- murely from their chairs and their shining eyes staring at their gifted little white-clad contemporary. Down in front on the left side sat the prodigy's mother, an extremely obese woman with a powdered double chin and a feather on her head. Beside her was the impresario, a man of ori- ental appearance with large gold buttons on his conspicuous cuffs. The princess was in the middle of the front row——a wrinkled, shrivelled little old princess but still a patron of the arts, especially everything full of sensibility. She sat in a deep, velvet-upholstered arm-chair, and a Persian carpet was spread before her feet. She held her hands folded over her grey striped-silk breast, put her head on one side, and presented a picture of elegant composure as sh sat looking up at the performing prodigy. Next her sat her lady-in-waiting, in a green striped-silk gown. Being only a lady- in-waiting she had to sit up very straight in her chair. Bibi ended in a grand climax. With what power this wee mani- kin belaboured the keyboard! The audience could scarcely trust its ears. The march theme, an infectious, swinging tune, broke out once more, fully harmonized, bold and showy; with every note Bibi flung himself back from the waist as though he were marching in a triumphal procession. He ended fortissimo, bent over, slipping sideways off the stool, and stood with a smile await- ing the applause. And the applause burst forth, unanimously, enthusiastically; the child made his demure little maidenly curtsy and people in the front seat thought: "Look what slim little hips he has! Clap, clap! Hurrah, bravo, little chap, Saccophylax or whatever your name is! Wait, let me take off my glove——what a little devil of a chap he is!" Bibi had come out three times from behind the screen before they would stop. Some late-comers entered the hall and moved about looking for seats. Then the concert continued. Bibi's Rêverie murmured its numbers, consisting almost entirely of arpeggios, above which a bar of melody rose now and then, weak- winged. Then came Le Hibou et les moineaux. This piece was brilliantly successful, it made a strong impression; it was an effec- tive childhood fantasy, remarkably well envisaged. The bass rep- resented the owl, sitting morosely rolling his filmy eyes; while in the treble the impudent, half-frightened sparrows chirped. Bibi received an ovation when he finished, he was called out four times. A hotel page with shiny buttons carried up three great laurel wreaths onto the stage and proffered them from one side while Bibi nodded and expressed his thanks. Even the princess shared in the applause, daintily and noiselessly pressing her palms to- gether. Ah, the knowing little creature understood how to make people clap! He stopped behind the screen, they had to wait for him; lingered a little while on the steps of the platform, admired the long streamers on the wreaths——although actually such things bored him stiff by now. He bowed with the utmost charm, he gave the audience plenty of time to rave itself out, because applause is valuable and must not be cut short. "Le Hibou is my drawing card," he thought——this expression he had learned from the im- presario. "Now I will play the fantasy, it is a lot better than Le Hibou, of course, especially the C-sharp passage. But you idiots dote on the Hibou, though it is the first and silliest thing I wrote." He continued to bow and smile. Next came a Méditation and then an Étude——the programme was quite comprehensive. The Méditation was very like the Rêverie——which was nothing against it——and the Étude displayed all of Bibi's virtuosity, which naturally fell a little short of his inventiveness. And then the Fantaisie. This was his favourite; he varied it a little each time, giving himself free rein and sometimes surprising even himself, on good evenings, by his own inventive- ness. He sat and played, so little, so white and shining, against the great black grand piano, elect and alone, above that confused sea of faces, above the heavy, insensitive mass soul, upon which he was labouring to work with his individual, differentiated soul. His lock of soft black hair with the white silk bow had fallen over his forehead, his trained and bony little wrists pounded away, the muscles stood out visibly on his brown childish cheeks. Sitting there he sometimes had moments of oblivion and soli- tude, when the gaze of his strange little mouselike eyes with the big rings beneath them would lose itself and stare through the painted stage into space that was peopled with strange vague life. Then out of the corner of his eye he would give a quick look back into the hall and be once more with his audience. "Joy and pain, the heights and the depths——that is my Fan- taisie," he thought lovingly. "Listen, here is the C-sharp passage." He lingered over the approach, wondering if they would notice anything. But no, of course not, how should they? And he cast his eyes up prettily at the ceiling so that at least they might have something to look at. All these people sat there in their regular rows, looking at the prodigy and thinking all sorts of things in their regular brains. An old gentleman with a white beard, a seal ring on his finger and a bulbous swelling on his bald spot, a growth if you like, was thinking to himself: "Really, one ought to be ashamed." He had never got any further than "Ah, thou dearest Augustin" on the piano, and here he sat now, a grey old man, looking on while his little hop-o'-my-thumb performed miracles. Yes, yes, it is a gift of God, we must remember that. God grants His gifts, or He withholds them, and there is n shame in being an ordinary man. Like with the Christ Child.——Before a child one may kneel with- out feeling ashamed. Strange that thoughts like these should be so satisfying——he would even say so sweet, if it was not too silly for a tough old man like him to use the word. That was how he felt, anyhow. Art . . . the business man with the parrot-nose was thinking. "Yes, it adds something cheerful to life, a little good white silk and a little tumty-ti-ti-tum. Really he does not play so badly. Fully fifty seats, twelve marks apiece, that makes six hundred marks——and everything else besides. Take off the rent of the hall, the lighting and the programmes, you must have fully a thousand marks profit. That is worth while." That was Chopin he was just playing, thought the piano- teacher, a lady with a pointed nose; she was of an age when the understanding sharpens as the hopes decay. "But not very original ——I will say that afterwards, it sounds well. And his hand position is entirely amateur. One must be able to lay a coin on the back of the hand——I would use a ruler on him." Then there was a young girl, at that self-conscious and chlo- rotic time of life when the most ineffable ideas come into the mind. She was thinking to herself: "What is it he is playing? It is expressive of passion, yet he is a child. If he kissed me it would be as though my little brother kissed me——no kiss at all. Is there such a thing as passion all by itself, without any earthly object, a sort of child's-play of passion? What nonsense! If I were to say such things aloud they would just be at me with some more cod- liver oil. Such is life." An officer was leaning against a column. He looked on at Bibi's success and thought: "Yes, you are something and I am some- thing, each in his own way." So he clapped his heels together and paid to the prodigy the respect which he felt to be due to all the powers that be. Then there was a critic, an elderly man in a shiny black coat and turned-up trousers splashed with mud. He sat in his free seat and thought: "Look at him, this young beggar of a Bibi. As an in- dividual he has still to develop, but as a type in himself all the ar- tist's exaltation and his utter worthlessness, his charlatanry and his sacred fire, his burning contempt and his secret raptures. Of course I can't write all that, it is too good. Of course, I should have been an artist myself if I had not seen through the whole business so clearly." Then the prodigy stopped playing and a perfect storm arose in the hall. He had to come out again and again from behind his screen. The man with the shiny buttons carried up more wreaths: four laurel wreaths, a lyre made of violets, a bouquet of roses. He had not arms enough to convey all these tributes, the impresario himself mounted the stage to help him. He hung a laurel wreath round Bibi's neck, he tenderly stroked the black hair——and sud- denly as though overcome he bent down and gave the prodigy a kiss, a resounding kiss, square on the mouth. And then the storm became a hurricane. That kiss ran through the room like an elec- tric shock, it went direct to peoples' marrow and made them shiver down their backs. They were carried away by a helpless compulsion of sheer noise. Loud shouts mingled with the hysteri- cal clapping of hands. Some of Bibi's commonplace little friends down there they waved their handkerchiefs. But the critic thought: "Of course that kiss had to come——it's a good old gag. Yes, good Lord, if only one did not see through everything quite so clearly——" And so the concert drew to a close. It began at half past seven and finished at half past eight. The platform was laden with wreaths and two little pots of flowers stood on the lamp-stands of the piano. Bibi played as his last number his Rhapsodie grecque, which turned into the Greek national hymn at the end. His fellow- countrymen in the audience would gladly have sung it with him if the company had not been so august. They made up for it with a powerful noise and hullabaloo, a hot-blooded national demon- stration. And the aging critic was thinking: "Yes, the hymn had to come too. They have to exploit every vein——publicity cannot afford to neglect any means to its end. I think I'll criticize that as inartistic. But perhaps I am wrong, perhaps that is the most artistic thing of all. What is the artist? A jack-in-the-box. Criti- cism is on a higher plane. But I can't say that." And away he went in his muddy trousers. After being called out mine or ten times the prodigy did not come any more from behind the screen but went to his mother and the impresario down the hall. The audience stood about among the chairs and applauded and pressed forward to see Bibi close at hand. Some of them wanted to see the princess too. Two dense circles formed, one round the prodigy, the other round the princess, and you could actually not tell which of them was re- ceiving more homage. But the court lady was commanded to go over to Bibi, she smoothed down his silk jacket a bit to make it look suitable for a court function, led him by the arm to the princess, and solemnly indicated to him that he was to kiss the royal hand. "How do you do it, child?" asked the princess. "Does it come into your head of itself when you sit down?" "Oui, madame," answered Bibi. To himself he thought: "Oh, what a stupid old princess!" Then he turned round shyly and uncourtier- like and went back to his family. Outside in the cloak-room there was a crowd. People held up their numbers and received with open arms furs, shawls, and galoshes. Somewhere among her acquaintances the piano-teacher stood making her critique. "He is not very original," she said audibly and looked about her. In front of one of the great mirrors an elegant young lady was being arrayed in her evening cloak and fur shoes by her brothers, two lieutenants. She was exquisitely beautiful, with her steel-blue eyes and her clean-cut, well-bred face. A really noble dame. When she was ready she stood waiting for her brothers. "Don't stand so long in front of the glass, Adolph," she said softly to one of them, who could not tear himself away from the sight of his simple, good-looking young features. But Lieutenant Adolph thinks: What cheek! He would button his overcoat in front of the glass, just the same. Then they went out on the street where the arc-lights gleamed cloudily through the white mist. Lieutenant Adolph struck up a little nigger-dance on the frozen snow to keep warm, with his hands in his slanting overcoat pockets and his collar turned up. A girl with untidy hair and swinging arms, accompanied by a gloomy-faced youth, came out just behind them. A child! she thought. A charming child. But in there he was an awe-inspiring . . . and aloud in a toneless voice she said: "We are all infant prodigies, we artists." "Well, bless my soul!" thought the old gentleman who had never got further than Augustin on the piano and whose boil was now concealed by a top hat. "What does all that mean? She sounds very oracular." But the gloomy youth understood. He nodded his head slowly. Then they were silent and the untidy-haired girl gazed after the brother and sister. She rather despised them, but she looked after them until they had turned the corner. 1903
THE FOURTH BOOK OF MOSES CALLED NUMBERS CHAPTER 26 AND it came to pass after the plague, that the LORD spake unto Moses and unto Ĕ-le-ā'zar the son of Aaron the priest, saying, 2 Take the sum of all the congrega- tion of the children of Israel, from twenty years old and upward, throughout their fathers' house, all that are able to go to war in Israel. 3 And Moses and Ĕ-le-ā'zar the priest spake with them in the plains of Moab by Jordan near Jericho, saying, 4 Take the sum of the people, from twenty years old and upward; as the LORD commanded Moses and the chil- dren of Israel, which went forth out of the land of Egypt. 5 ¶Reuben, the eldest son of Israel: the children of Reuben; Hā'nŏch, of whom cometh the family of the Hā'- noch-ītes: of Păl'lū, the family of the Păl'lū-ītes: 6 Of Hĕz'ron, the family of the Hez'- ron-ītes: of Cär'mī, the family of the Cär'mītes. 7 These are the families of the Reu- benites: and they that were numbered of them were forty and three thousand and seven hundred and thirty. 8 And the sons of Păl'lū; E-lī'ab. 9 And the sons of E-lī'ab; Nĕ-mū'el, and Dā'than and A-bī'ram, which were fa- mous in the congregation, who strove against the LORD: 10 And the earth opened her mouth, and swallowed them up together with Kôrah, when that company died, what time the fire devoured two hundred and fifty men: and they became a sign. 11 Notwithstanding the children of Kôrah died not. 12 ¶The sons of Simeon after their families: of Nĕ-mū'el, the family of the Nĕ-mū'el-ītes: of Jā'mĭn, the family of the Jā'min-ītes: of Jā'chin, the family of the Jā'chin-ītes: 13 Of Ze'rah, the family of the Zär'hītes: of Shā'ul, the family of the Shā'ul-ītes. 14 These are the families of the Sim- eonites, twenty and two thousand and two hundred. 15 ¶The children of Gad after their families: of Zē'phŏn, the family of the Zē'phon-ītes: of Hăg'gĭ, the family of the Hăg'gītes: of Shū'nī, the family of the Shū'nītes: 16 Of Ŏz'nī, the family of the Ŏz'- nītes: of E'rī, the family of the E'rītes: 17 Of Ā'rŏd, the family of the Ā'ro- dītes: of A-rē'lī, the family of the A-rē'- lītes. 18 These are the families of the chil- ndren of Gad according to those that were numbered of them, forty thou- sand and five hundred. 19 ¶The sons of Jūdah were Er and Ō'nan: and Er and Ō'nan died in the land of Canaan. 20 And the sons of Jūdah after their families were; of Shē'lah, the family of the Shē'lan-ītes: of Phâ'rĕz, the family of the Phär'zītes: of Ze'rah, the family of the Zär'hītes. 21 And the sons of Phâ'rĕz were; of Hĕz'ron, the family of the Hez-ron-ītes: of Hā'mul, the family of the Hā'mu- lītes. 22 These are the families of Jūdah ac- cording to those that were numbered of them, threescore and sixteen thousand and five hundred. 23 ¶Of the sons of Ĭs'sa-char after theior families: of Tō'la, the family of the Tō'la-ītes: of Pū'a, the family of the Pū'nītes: 24 Of Jāsh'ub, the family of the Jāsh'ub-ītes: of Shĭm'rŏn, the family of the Shĭm'ron-ītes. 25 These are the families of Ĭs'sa-char according to those that were numbered of them, threescore and four thousand and three hundred. 26 ¶Of the sons of Zĕb'u-lun after their families: of Se-rĕd, the family of the Sär'dītes: of Ē'lŏn, the family of the Ē'lon-ītes: of Jäh'le-el, the family of the Jäh'le-el-ītes. 27 These are the families of the Zĕb'u-lun-ĭtes according to those that were numbered of them threescore thousand and five hundred. 28 ¶The sons of Joseph after their fam- ilies were Ma-năs'seh and Ē'phra-im. 29 Of the sons of Ma-năs'seh: of Mā'chĭr, the family of the Mā'chir-ītes: and Mā'chĭr begat Gilead: of Gilead come the family of the Gĭleadītes. 30 These are the sons of Gilead: of Je- ē'zer, the family of the Je-ē'zer-ītes: of Hē'lĕk, the family of the Hē'lek-ītes: 31 And of Ăs'rĭ-el, the family of the Ăs'rĭ-el-ītes: and of Shĕ'chem, the fam- ily of the Shĕ'chem-ītes: 32 And of She-mī'da, the family of the She-mī'da-ītes: and of Hē'pher, the family of the Hē'pher-ītes. 33 And Ze-lō'phe-hăd the son of Hē'pher had no sons, but daughters: and the names of the daughters of Ze- lō'phe-hăd were Mäh'lah, and Noah, Hŏg'lah, Mĭl'cah, and Tir'zah. 34 These are the families of Ma-năs'- seh, and those that were numbered of them, fifty and two thousand and seven hundred. 35 ¶These are the sons of Ē'phra-im after their families: of Shu'the-lah, the family of the Shū'thal-hītes: of Bē'cher, the family of the Băch'rītes: of Tā'hăn, the family of the Ta'han-ītes. 36 And these are the sons of Shū'the- lah: of E'răn, the family of the E'răn- ītes. 37 These are he families of the sons of Ē'phra-im according to those that were numbered of them, thirty and two thousand and five hundred. These are the sons of Joseph after their families. 38 ¶The sons of Benjamin after their families: of Bē'la, the family of the Bē'la-ītes: of Ăsh'bĕl, the family of the Ăsh'bel-ītes; of A-hī'ram, the family of the Ahī'ram-ītes: 39 Of Shū'pham, the family of the Shū'pham-ītes: of Hū'pham, the family of the Hū'pham-ītes. 40 And the sons of Bē'la were Ard and Nā'a-man: of Ard, the family of the Ärd'ītes: and of Nā'a-man, the family of the Nā'a-mītes. 41 These are the sons of Benjamin af- ter their families: and they that were numbered of them were forty and five thousand and six hundred. 42 ¶These are the sons of Dan after their families: of Shū'hăm, the family ofr the Shū'ham-ītes. These are the fam- ilies of Dan after their families. 43 All the families of the Shīu'ham- ītes, according to those that were num- bered of them, were threescore and four thousand and four hundred. 44 ¶Of the children of Asher after their families: of Jĭm'na. the family of the Jĭm'nītes: of Jĕs'ū-ī, the family of the Jĕs'ū-ītes: of Be-rī'ah, the family of the Be-rī'ītes. 45 Of the sons of Be-rī'ah: of Hē'ber, the family of the Hē'ber-ītes: of Măl'- chĭ-el, the family of the Măl'chĭ-el-ītes. 46 And the name of the daughter of Asher was Sarah. 47 These are the families of the sons of Asher according to those that were numbered of them: who were fifty and three thousand and four hundred. 48 ¶Of the sons of Năph'ta-lī after their families: of Jäh'ze-el, the family of the Jäh'ze-el-ītes: of Gū'nī, the family of the Gū'nītes: 49 Of Jē'zer, the family of the Jē'zer- ītes: of Shĭl'lem, the family of the Shĭl'- lem-ītes. 50 These are the families of Năph'ta- lī according to their families: and they that were numbered of them were forty and five thousand and four hundred. 51 These were the numbered of the children of Israel, six hundred thou- sand and a thousand seven hundred and thirty. 52 ¶And the LORD spake unto Moses, saying, 53 Unto these the land shall be di- vided for an inheritance according to the number of names. 54 To many thou shalt give the more inheritance, and to few thou shalt give the less inheritance: to every one shall his inheritance be given according to those that were numbered of him. 55 Notwithstanding the land shall be divided by lot: according to the names of the tribes of their fathers they shall inherit. 56 According to the lot shall the pos- session thereof be divided between many and few. 57 ¶And these are they that were numbered of the Levites after their fam- ilies: of Ger'shon, the family of the Ger'shon-ītes: of Kō'hăth, the family of the Kō'hăth-ītes: of Me-râ'rī, the family of the Me-râ'rītes. 58 These are the families of the Levites: the family of the Lĭb'nītes, the family of the Hē'bro-nītes, the family of the Mäh'lītes, the family of the Mū'- shītes, the family of the Kō'rath-ītes. And Kō'hăth begat Ămrăm. 549 And the name of Ămrăm's wife was Jŏch'e-bĕd, the daughter of Levi, whom her mother bare to Levi in Egypt: and she bare unto Ămrăm Aaron and Moses, and Miriam their sis- ter. 60 And unto Aaron was born Nādăb, and A-bī'hū, Ĕ-le-ā'zar, and Ĭth'a-mär. 61 And Nādăb and A-bī'hū died, when they offered strange fire before the LORD. 62 And those that were numbered of them were twenty and three thousand, all males from a month old and up- ward: for they were not numbered among the children of Israel, because there was no inheritance given them among the children of Israel. 63 ¶These are they that were num- bered by Moses and Ĕ-le-ā'zar the priest, who numbered the children of Israel in the plains of Moab by Jordan near Jericho. 64 But among these there was not a man of them whom Moses and Aaron the priest numbered, when they num- bered the children of Israel in the wil- derness of Sī'naī. 65 For the LORD had said of them, They shall surely die in the wilderness. And there was not left a man of them, save Caleb the son of Je-phŭn'neh, and Joshua the son of Nun. CHAPTER 27 THEN came the daughters of Ze- lō'phe-hăd, the son of Hē'pher, the son of Gilead, the son of Mā'chĭr, the son of Ma-năs'seh, of the families of Ma-năs'- seh the son of Joseph: and these are the names of his daughters; Mäh'lah, Noah, and Hŏg'lah, and Mĭl'cah, and Tir'zah. 2 And they stood before Moses, and before Ĕ'le-ā'zar the priest, and before the princes and all the congregation, by the door of the tabernacle of the con- gregation, saying, 3 Our father died in the wilderness, and he was not in the company of them that gathered themselves together against the LORD in the company of Kô- rah; but died in his own sin, and had no sons. 4 Why should the name of our father be done away with among his family, because he hath no son? Give unto us therefore a possession among the brethren for our father. 5 And Moses brought their cause be- fore the LORD. 6 ¶And the LORD spake unto Moses, saying, 7 The daughters of Ze-lō'phe-hăd speak right: thou shalt surely give them a possession of an inheritance among their father's brethren; and thou shalt cause the inheritance of their father to pass unto them. 8 And thou shalt speak unto the children of Israel, saying, If a man die, and have no son, then ye shall cause his inheritance to pass unto his daughter. 9 And if he have no daughter, then ye shall give an inheritance unto his brethren. 10 And if he have no brethren, then ye shall give his inheritance unto his father's brethren. 11 And if his father have no brethren, then ye shall give his inheritance unto his kinsmen that is next to him of his family, and he shall possess it: and it shall be unto the children of Israel a statute of judgment, as the LORD com- manded Moses. 12 ¶And the LORD said unto Moses. Get thee up into this mount Ăb'a-rĭm, and see the land which I have given unto the children of Israel. 13 And when thou hast seen it, thou also shalt be gathered unto thy people, as Aaron thy brother was gathered. 14 For ye rebelled against my com- mandment in the desert of Zin, in the strife of the congregation, to sanctify me at the water before their eyes: that is the water of Mĕr'i-bah in Kā'desh in the wilderness of Zin. 15 ¶And Moses spake unto the LORD, saying, 16 Let the LORD the God of the spirits of all flesh, set a man over the congre- gation. 17 Which may go out before them, and which may go in before them, and which may lead them out, and which may bring them in; that the congrega- tion of the LORD be not as sheep which have no shepherd. 18 ¶And the LORD said unto Moses, Take thee Joshua the son of Nun, a man in whom is the spirit, and lay thine hand upon him; 19 And set him before Ĕ-le-ā'zar the priest, and before all the congregation; and give him a charge in their sight. 20 And thou shalt put some of thine honour upon him, that all the congrega- tion of the children of Israel may be obedient. 21 And he shall stand before Ĕ-le-ā'zar the priest, who shall ask counsel for him after the judgment of Û'rĭm before the LORD: at his word shall they go out, and at his word they shall come in, both he, and all the children of Israel with him, even all the congregation. 22 And Moses did as the LORD com- manded him: and he took Joshua, and set him before Ĕ-le-ā'zar the priest, and before all the congregation: 23 And he laid his hands upon him, and gave him a charge, as the LORD commanded by the hand of Moses. 40 And Moses told the children of Israel according to all that the LORD commanded Moses.
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By Thomas Mann Translation by H. T. Lowe-Porter THE BLOOD OF THE WALSUNGS IT was seven minutes to twelve. Wendelin came into the first floor entrance-hall and sounded the gong. He straddled in his violet knee-breeches on a prayer-rug pale with age and belaboured with his drumstick the metal disk. The brazen din, savage and primitive out of all proportion to its purport, resounding through the drawing-rooms to left and right, the billiard-room, the library, the winter-garden, up and down through the house; it vibrated through the warm and even atmosphere, heavy and exotic per- fume. At last the sound ceased, and for another seven minutes Wendelin went about his business while Florian in the dining- room gave the last touches to the table. But on the stroke of twelve the cannibalistic summons sounded a second time. And the family appeared. Herr Aarenhold came in his little toddle out of the library where he had been busy with his old editions. He was continu- ally acquiring old books, first editions, in many languages, costly and crumbling trifles. Gently rubbing his hands he asked in his slightly plaintive way: "Beckerath not here yet?" "No, but he will be. Why shouldn't he? He will be saving a meal in a restaurant," answered Frau Aarenhold, coming noise- lessly up the thick-carpeted stairs, on the landing of which stood a small, very ancient church organ. Herr Aarenhold blinked. His wife was impossible. She was small, ugly, prematurely aged, and shrivelled as though by tropic suns. A necklace of brilliants rested upon her shrunken breast. She wore her hair in complicated twists and knots to form a lofty pile, in which, somewhere on one side, sat a great jewelled brooch, adorned in its turn with a bunch of white aigrettes. Herr Aaren- hold and the children had more than once, as diplomatically as possible, advised against this style of coiffure. But Frau Aaren- hold clung stoutly to her own taste. The children came: Kunz and Märit, Siegmund and Sieglinde. Kunz was in a braided uniform, a stunning tanned creature with curling lips and a killing scar. He was doing six weeks' service with his regiment of hussars. Märit made her appearance in an uncorseted garment. She was an ashen, austere blond of twenty- eight, with a hooked nose, grey eyes like a falcon's, and a bitter, contemptuous mouth. She was studying law and went entirely her own way in life. Siegmund and Sieglinde came last, hand in hand, from the sec- ond floor. They were twins, graceful as young fawns, and with immature figures despite their nineteen years. She wore a Flor- entine cinquecento frock of claret-coloured velvet, too heavy for her slight body. Siegmund had on a green jacket suit with a tie of raspberry shantung, patent-leather shoes on his narrow feet, and cuff-buttons set with small diamonds. He had a string growth of black beard but kept it so close-shaven that his sallow face with the heavy gathered brows looked no less boyish than his figure. His head was covered with black locks parted far down on one side and growing low on his temples. Her dark brown hair was waved in long, smooth undulations over her ears, confined by a gold circlet. A large pearl——his gift——hung down upon her brow. Round one of his boyish wrists with a heavy gold chain——a gift from her. They were very like each other, with the same slightly drooping nose, the same full lips lying softly together, the same prominent cheek-bones and black, bright eyes. Likest of all were their long slim hands, his no more masculine than hers, save that they were slightly redder. And they went al- ways hand in hand, heedless that the hands of both inclined to moisture. The family stood about awhile in the lobby, scarcely speaking. Then Beckerath appeared. He was engaged to Sieglinde. Wende- lin opened the door to him and as he entered in his black frock- coat he excused himself for his tardiness. He was a government official and came of a good family. He was short of stature, with a pointed beard and a very yellow complexion, like a canary. His manners were punctilious. He began every sentence by drawing his breath in quickly through his mouth and pressing his chin on his chest. He kissed Sieglinde's hand and said: "And you must excuse me too, Sieglinde——it is so far from the Ministry to the Zoo——' He was not allowed to say thou to her——she did not like it. She answered briskly: "Very far. Supposing that, in consideration of the fact, you left your office a bit earlier." Kunz seconded her, his black eyes narrowing to glittering cracks: "It would no doubt have a most beneficial effect upon our household economy." "Oh, well——business, you know what it is," von Beckerath said dully. He was thirty-five years old. The brother and sister had spoken glibly and with point. They may have attacked out of a habitual inward posture of self-de- fence; perhaps they deliberately meant to wound——perhaps again their words were due to the sheer pleasure of turning a phrase. It would have been unreasonable to feel annoyed. They let his feeble answer pass, as though they found it in character; as though cleverness in him would have been out of place. They went to table; Herr Aarenhold led the way, eager to let von Beckerath see that he was hungry. They sat down, they unfolded their stiff table-napkins. The immense room was carpeted, the walls were covered with eight- eenth-century panelling, and three electric lustres hung from the ceiling. The family table, with its seven places, was lost in the void. It was drawn up close to the large French window, beneath which a dainty little fountain spread its silver spray behind a low lattice. Outside was an extended view of the still wintry gar- den. Tapestries with pastoral scenes covered the upper part of the walls; they, like the panelling, had been part of the furnishings of a French château. The dining-chairs were low and soft and cushioned with tapestry. A tapering glass vase holding two orchids stood at each place, on the glistening, spotless, faultlessly ironed damask cloth. With careful, skinny hands Herr Aarenhold settled the pince-nez half-way down his nose and with a mistrustful air read the menu, three copies of which lay on the table. He suf- fered from a weakness of the solar plexus, that nerve centre which lies at the pit of the stomach and may give rise to serious distress. He was obliged to be very careful what he ate. There was bouillon with beef marrow, sole au vin blanc, pheas- ant, and pineapple. Nothing else. It was a simple family meal. But it satisfied Herr Aarenhold. It was good, light, nourishing food. The soup was served: a dumb-waiter above the sideboard brought it noiselessly down from the kitchen and the servants handed it round, bending over assiduously, in a very passion of service. The tiny cups were of translucent porcelain, whitish morsels of marrow floated in the hot golden liquid. Herr Aarenhold felt himself moved to expand a little in the comfortable warmth thus purveyed. He carried his napkin cau- tiously to his mouth and cast after a means of clothing his thought in words. "Have another cup, Beckerath," said he. "A working-man has a right to his comforts and his pleasures. Do you really like to eat——really enjoy it, I mean? If not, so much the worse for you. To me every meal is a little celebration. Somebody said that life is pretty nice after all——being arranged so that we can eat four times a day. He's my man! But to do justice to the arrangement one has to preserve one's youth receptivity——and not every- body can do that. We get old——well, we can't help it. But the thing is to keep things fresh and not get used to them. For in- stance," he went on, putting a bit of marrow on a piece of roll and sprinkling salt on it, "you are about to change your estate, the plane on which you live is going to be a good deal elevated" (von Beckerath smiled), "and if you want to enjoy your new life, really enjoy it, consciously and artistically, you must take care never to get used to your new situation. Getting used to things is death. It is ennui. Don't live into it, don't let anything become a matter of course, preserve a childlike taste for the sweets of life. You see . . . for some years now I have been able to command some of the amenities of life" (von Beckerath smiled), "and yet I assure you, every morning that God lets me wake up I have a little thrill because my bed-cover is made of silk. That is what it is to be young. I know perfectly well how I did it; and yet I can look round me and feel like an enchanted prince." The children exchanged looks, so openly that Herr Aarenhold could not help seeing it; he became visibly embarrassed. He knew that they were united against him, that they despised him: for his origins, for the blood which flowed in the veins and through him in their; for the way he had earned his money; for his fads, which in their eyes were unbecoming: for his valetudinarianism, which they found equally annoying; for his weak and whimsical loquacity, which in their eyes traversed the bounds of good taste. He knew all this——and in a way conceded that they were right. But after all he had to assert his personality, he had to lead his own life; and above all he had to be able to talk about it. That was only fair——he had proved that it was worth talking about. He had been a worm, a louse if you like. But just his capacity to realize it so full, with such vivid self-contempt, had become the ground of that persistent, painful, never-satisfied striving which had made him great. Herr Aarenhold had been born in a remote village in East Prussia, had married the daughter of a well-to-do tradesman, and by means of a bold and shrewd enterprise, of large-scale schemings which had as their object a new and pro- ductive coal-bed, he had diverted a large and inexhaustible stream of gold into his coffers. The fish course came on. The servants hurried with it from the sideboard through the length of the room. They handed round with it a creamy sauce and poured out a Rhine wine that prickled on the tongue. The conversation turned to the approaching wedding. It was very near, it was to take place in the following week. They talked about the dowry, about plans for the wedding jour- ney to Spain. Actually it was only Herr Aarenhold who talked about them, supported by von Beckerath's polite acquiescence. Frau Aarenhold ate greedily, and as usual contributed nothing to the conversation save some rather pointless questions. Her speech was interlarded with guttural words and phrases from the dialect of her childhood days. Märit was full of silent opposition to the church ceremony which they planned to have; it affronted her highly enlightened convictions. Herr Aarenhold also was pri- vately opposed to the ceremony. Von Beckerath was a Protestant and in Herr Aarenhold's view Protestant ceremonial was without any æsthetic value. It would be different if von Beckerath be- longed to the Roman confession. Kunz said nothing, because when von Beckerath was present he always felt annoyed with his mother. And neither Siegmund nor Sieglinde displayed any in- terest. They held each other's narrow hands between their chairs. Sometimes their gaze sought each other's, melting together in an understanding from which everybody else was shut out. Von Beckerath sat next to Sieglinde on the other side. "Fifty hours," said Herr Aarenhold, "and you are in Madrid, if you like. That is progress. It took me sixty by the shortest way. I assume that you prefer the train to the sea route via Rotter- dam?" Von Beckerath hastily expressed his preference for the over- land route. "But you won't leave Paris out. Of course, you could go direct to Lyons. And Sieglinde knows Paris. But you should not neglect the opportunity . . . I leave it to you whether or not to stop before that. The choice of the place where the honeymoon be- gins should certainly be left to you." Sieglinde turned her head, turned it for the first time towards her betrothed, quite openly and unembarrassed, careless of the lookers-on. For quite three seconds she bent upon the courteous face beside her the wide-eyed, questioning, expectant gaze of her sparkling black eyes——a gaze as vacant of thought as any animal's Between their chairs she was holding the slender hand of her twin; and Siegmund drew his brows together till they formed two black folds at the base of his nose. The conversation veered and tacked to and fro. They talked of a consignment of cigars which had just come by Herr Aaren- hold's order from Havana, packed in zinc. Then it circled round a point of purely abstract interest, brought up by Kunz: namely, whether, if a were the necessary and sufficient condition for b, b must also be the necessary and sufficient condition for a. They argued the matter, they analysed it with great ingenuity, they gave examples; they talked nineteen to the dozen, attacked each other with steely and abstract dialectic, and got no little heated. Märit had introduced a philosophical distinction, that between the actual and the causal principle. Kunz told her, with his nose in the air, that "causal principle" was a pleonasm. Märit, in some annoyance, insisted upon her terminology. Herr Aarenhold straightened himself, with a bit of bread between thumb and forefinger, and prepared to elucidate the whole matter. He suf- fered a complete rout, the children joined forces to laugh him down. Even his wife jeered at him. "What are you talking about?" she said. "Where did you learn that——you didn't learn much!" Von Beckerath pressed his chin on his breast, opened his mouth, and drew in breath to speak——but they had already passed on, leaving him hanging. Siegmund began, in a tone of ironic amusement, to speak of an acquaintance of his, a child of nature whose simplicity was such the he abode in ignorance of the difference between dress clothes and dinner jacket. This Parsifal actually talked about a checked dinner jacket. Kunz knew an even more pathetic case——a man who went out to tea in dinner clothes. "Dinner clothes in the afternoon!" Sieglinde said, making a face. "It isn't even human!" Von Beckerath laughed sedulously. But inwardly he was re- membering that once he himself had worn a dinner coat before six o'clock. And with the game course they passed on to matters of more general cultural interest: to the plastic arts, of which von Beckerath was an amateur, to literature and the theatre, which in the Aarenhold house had the preference——though Siegmund did devote some of his leisure to painting. The conversation was lively and general and the young people set the key. They talked well, their gestures were nervous and self-assured. They marched in the van of taste, the best was none too good for them. For the vision, the intention, the labouring will, they had no use at all; they ruthlessly insisted upon power, achievement, success in the cruel trial of strength. The trium- phant work of art they recognized——but they paid it no homage, Herr Aarenhold himself said to von Beckerath; "You are very indulgent, my dear fellow; you speak up for intentions——but results, results are what we are after! You say: 'Of course his work is not much good——but he was only a peasant before he took it up, so his performance is after all astonishing.' Nothing in it. Accomplishment is absolute, not relative. There are no mitigating circumstances. Let a man do first-class work or let him shovel coals. How far should I have got with a good-natured attitude like that? I might have said to myself: 'You're only a poor fish, originally——it's wonderful if you get to be the head of your office.' Well, I'd not be sitting here! I've had to force the world to recognize me, so now I won't recognize anything unless I am forced to!" The children laughed. At that moment they did not look down on him. They sat there at table, in their low, luxuriously cushioned chairs, with their spoilt, dissatisfied faces. They sat in splendour and security, but their words rang as sharp as though sharpness, hardness, alertness, and pitiless clarity were demanded of them as survival values. Their highest praise was a grudging acceptance, their criticism deft and ruthless; it snatched the weapons from one's hand, it paralysed enthusiasm, made it a laughing-stock. "Very good," they would say of some masterpiece whose lofty intellectual plane would seem to have put it beyond the reach of critique. Passion was a blunder——it made them laugh. Von Becke- rath, who tended to be disarmed by his enthusiasm, had hard work holding his own——also his age put him in the wrong. He got smaller and smaller in his chair, pressed his chin on his breast, and in his excitement breathed through his mouth——quite unhorsed by the brisk arrogance of youth. They contradicted everything—— as though they found it impossible, discreditable, lamentable, not to contradict. The contradicted most efficiently, they eyes nar- rowing to gleaming cracks. They fell upon a single word of his, they worried it, they tore it to bits and replaced it by another so telling and deadly that it went straight to the mark and sat in the wound with quivering shaft. Towards the end of luncheon von Beckerath's eyes were red and he looked slightly deranged. Suddenly——they were sprinkling sugar on their slices of pine- apple——Siegmund said, wrinkling up his face in the way he had, as though the sun were making him blink: "Oh, by the bye, von Beckerath, something else, before we forget it. Sieglinde and I approach you with a request——meta- phorically speaking, you see us on our knees. They are giving the Walküre tonight. We should like, Sieglinde and I, to hear it once more together——may we? We are of course aware that everything depends upon your gracious favour——" "How thoughtful!" said Herr Aarenhold. Kunz drummed the Hunding motif on the cloth. Von Beckerath was overcome at anybody asking his permission about anything. He answered eagerly : "But by all means, Siegmund——and you too, Sieglinde; I find your request very reasonable——do go, of course; in fact, I shall be able to go with you. There is an excellent cast tonight." All the Aarenholds bowed over their plates to hide their laugh- ter. Von Beckerath blinked with his effort to be one of them, to understand and share their mirth. Siegmund hastened to say: "Oh, well, actually, it's a rather poor cast, you know. Of course, we are just as grateful to you as though it were good. But I am afraid there is a slight misunderstanding. Sieglinde and I were asking you to permit us to hear the Walküre once more alone together before the wedding. I don't know if you feel now that——" "Oh, certainly. I quite understand. How charming! Of course you must go!" "Thanks, we are most grateful indeed. Then I will have Percy and Leiermann put in for us. . . ." "Perhaps I may venture to remark," said Herr Aarenhold, "that your mother and I are driving to dinner with the Erlangers and using Percy and Leiermann. You will have to condescend to the brown coupé and Baal and Lampa." "And your box?" asked Kunz. "I took it long ago," said Siegmund, tossing back his head. They all laughed, all staring at the bridegroom. Herr Aarenhold unfolded with his finger-tips the paper of a belladonna powder and shook it carefully into his mouth. Then he lighted a fat cigarette, which presently spread abroad a price- less fragrance. The servants sprang forward to draw away his and Frau Aarenhold's chairs. The order was given to serve coffee in the winter-garden. Kunz in a sharp voice ordered his dog-cart brought round; he would drive to the barracks. Siegmund was dressing for the opera; he had been dressing for an hour. He had so abnormal and constant a need for purification that he actually spent a considerable part of his time before the wash-basin. He stood now in front of his large Empire mirror with the white-enamelled frame; dipped a powder-puff in its em- bossed box and powdered his freshly shaven chin and cheeks. His beard was so strong that when he went out in the evening he was obliged to shave a second time. He presented a colourful picture as he stood there, in rose- tinted silk drawers and socks, red morocco slippers, and a wadded house-jacket in a dark pattern with revers of grey fur. For back- ground he had his large sleeping-chamber, full of all sorts of ele- gant and practical white-enamelled devices. Beyond the windows was a misty view over the tree-top of the Tiergarten. It was growing dark. He turned on the circular arrangement of electric bulbs in the white ceiling——they filled the room with soft milky light. Then he drew the velvet curtains across the darkening panes. The light was reflected from the liquid depths of the mirrors in wardrobe, washing-stand, and toilet-table, it flashed from the polished bottles on the tile-inlaid shelves. And Siegmund continued to work on himself. Now and then some thought in his mind would draw his brows together till they formed two black folds over the base of his nose. His day had passed as his days usually did, vacantly and swiftly. The opera began at half past six and he had begun to change at half past five, so there had not been much afternoon. He had rested on his chaise-longue from two to three, then drunk tea and employed the remaining hour sprawled in a deep leather arm- chair in the study which he shared with Kunz, reading a few pages in each of several new novels. He had found them pitiably weak on the whole; but he had sent a few of them to the binder's to be artistically bound in choice bindings, for his library. But in the forenoon he had worked. He had spent the hour from ten to eleven in the atelier of his professor, an artist of European repute, who was developing Siegmund's talent for drawing and painting, and receiving from Herr Aarenhold two thousand marks a month for his services. But what Siegmund painted was absurd. He knew it himself; for he was far from having any glowing expec- tations on the score of his talent in this line. He was too shrewd not to know that the conditions of his existence were not the most favourable in the world for the development of a creative gift. The accoutrements of life were so rich and varied, so elabo- rated, that almost no place at all was left for life itself. Each and every single accessory was so costly and beautiful that it had an existence above and beyond the purpose it was meant to serve—— until one's attention was first confused and then exhausted. Sieg- mund had been born into superfluity, he was perfectly adjusted to it. And yet it was the fact that this superfluity never ceased to thrill and occupy him, to give him constant pleasure. Whether consciously or not, it was with him as with his father, who prac- tised the art of never getting used to anything. Siegmund loved to read, he strove after the word and the spirit as after a tool which a profound instinct urged him to grasp. But never had he lost himself in a book as one does when that single work seems the most important in he world; unique, a little, all- embracing universe, into which one plunges and submerges oneself in order to draw nourishment out of every syllable. The books and magazines streamed in, he could buy them all, they heaped up about him and even while he read, the number of those still to be read disturbed him. But he had the book bound in stamped leather and labelled with Siegmund Aarenhold's beautiful book- plate; they stood in rows, weighing down his life like a possession which he did not succeed in subordinating to his personality. The day was his, it was given to him as a gift with all its hours from sunrise to sunset; and yet Siegmund found in his heart that he had no time for a resolve, how much less then for a deed. He was no hero, he commanded no giant powers. The preparation, the lavish equipment for what should have been the serious busi- ness of life used up all his energy. How much mental effort had to be expended simply in making a proper toilette! How much time and attention went to his supplies of cigarettes, soaps, and perfumes; how much occasion for making up his mind lay in that moment, recurring two or three times daily, when he had to select his cravat! And it was worth the effort. It was important. The blond-haired citizenry of the land might go about in elastic-sided boots and turn-over collars, heedless of the effect. But he——and most explicitly he——must be unassailable and blameless of exterior from head to foot. And in the end no one expected more of him. Sometimes there came moments when he had a feeble misgiving about the nature of the "actual"; sometimes he felt that this lack of expectation lamed and dislodged the sense of it. . . . The household arrange- ments were all made to the end that the day might pass quickly and no empty hour be perceived. The next mealtime always came promptly on. They dined before seven; the evening, when one can idle with a good conscience, was long. The days disappeared, swiftly the seasons came and went. The family spent two sum- mer months in their little castle on the lake, with its large and splendid grounds and many tennis courts, its cool paths through the parks, and shaven lawns adorned by bronze statuettes. A third month was spent in the mountains, in hotels where life was even more expensive than at home. Of late, during the winter, he had had himself driven to school to listen to a course of lectures in the history of art which came at a convenient time. But he had had to leave off because his sense of smell indicated that the rest of the class did not wash often enough. He spent the hour walking with Sieglinde instead. Always she had been at his side since the very first; she had clung to him since they lisped their first syllables, taken their first steps. He had no friends, never had had one but this, his exquisitely groomed, darkly beautiful counterpart, whose moist and slender hand he held while the richly gilded, empty-eyed hours slipped past. They took fresh flowers with them on their walks, a bunch of violets or lilies of the valley, smelling them in turn or sometimes both to- gether, with languid yet voluptuous abandon. They were like self-centered invalids who absorb themselves in trifles, as narcotics to console them for the loss of hope. With an inward gesture of renunciation they doffed aside the evil-smelling world and loved each other alone, for the priceless sake of their own rare useless- ness. But all that they uttered was pointed, neat, and brilliant; it hit off the people they met, the things they saw, everything done by somebody else to the end that it might be exposed to the unerr- ing eye, the sharp tongue, the witty condemnation. Then von Beckerath had appeared. He had a post in the govern- ment and came of a good family. He had proposed for Sieglinde. Frau Aarenhold had supported him, Herr Aarenhold had dis- played a benevolent neutrality, Kunz the hussar was his zealous partisan. He had been patient, assiduous, endlessly good-man- nered and tactful. And in the end, after she had told him often enough that she did not love him, Sieglinde had begun to look at him searchingly, expectantly, mutely, with her sparkling black eyes——a gaze as speaking and as vacant of thought as an animal's ——and had said yes. And Siegmund, whose will was her law, had taken up a position too; slightly to his own disgust he had not opposed the match; was not von Beckerath in the government and a man of good family too? Sometimes he wrinkled his brows over his toilette until they made two heavy black folds at the base of his nose. He stood on the white bearskin which stretched out its claws beside the bed; his feet were lost in the long soft hair. He sprinkled himself lavishly with toilet water and took up his dress shirt. The starched and shining linen glided over his yellowish torso, which was as lean as a young boy's and yet shaggy with black hair. He arrayed himself further in black silk drawers, black silk socks, and heavy black silk garters with silver buckles, put on the well- pressed trousers of silky black cloth, fastened the white silk braces over his narrow shoulders, and with on foot on a stool began to button his shoes. There was a knock on the door. "May I come in, Gigi?" asked Sieglinde. "Yes, come in, " he answered. She was already dressed, in a frock of shimmering sea-green silk, with a square neck outlined by a wide band of beige em- broidery. Two embroidered peacocks facing each other above the girdle held a garland in their beaks. Her dark brown hair was un- adorned; but a large egg-shaped precious stone hung on a thin pearl chain against her bare skin, the colour of smoked meer- schaum. Over her arm she carried a scarf heavily worked with silver. "I am unable too conceal from you," she said, "that the carriage is waiting." He parried at once: "And I have no hesitation in replying that it will have to wait patiently for two minutes more." It was at least ten. She sat down on the white velvet chaise-longue and watched him at his labours. Out of a rich chaos of ties he selected a white piqué band and began to tie it before the glass. "Beckerath," said she, "wears coloured cravats, crossed over the way they wore them last year." "Beckerath," said he, "is the most trivial existence I have ever had under my personal observation." Turning to her quickly he added: "Moreover, you will do me the favour of not mention- ing that German's name to me again this evening." She gave a short laugh and replied: "You may be sure it will not be a hardship." He put on the low-cut piqué waistcoat and drew his dress coat over it, the white silk lining caressing his hands as they passed through the sleeves. "Let me see which buttons you choose," said Sieglinde. They were the amethyst ones; shirt-studs, cuff-links, and waistcoat but- tons, a complete set. She looked at him admiringly, proudly, adoringly, with a world of tenderness in her dark, shining eyes. He kissed the lips lying so softly on each other. They spent another minute on the chaise- longue in mutual caresses. "Quite, quite soft you are again," said she, stroking his shaven cheeks. "Your little arm feels like satin," said he, running his hand down her tender forearm. He breathed in the violet odour of her hair. She kissed him on his closed eyelids; he kissed her on the throat where the pendant hung. They kissed one another's hands. They loved one another sweetly, sensually, for sheer mutual delight in their own well-groomed, pampered, expensive smell. They played together like puppies, biting each other with their lips. Then he got up. "We mustn't be too late today," said he. He turned the top of the perfume bottle upside down on his handkerchief one last time, rubbed a drop into his narrow red hands, took his gloves, and declared himself ready to go. He put out the light and they went along the red-carpeted cor- ridor hung with dark old oil paintings and down the steps past the little organ. In the vestibule on the ground floor Wendelin was waiting with their coats, very tall in his long yellow paletot. They yielded their shoulders to his ministrations; Sieglinde's dark head was half lost in her collar of silver fox. Followed by the servant they passed through the stone-paved vestibule into the outer air. It was mild, and there were great ragged flakes of snow in the pearly air. The coupé awaited them. The coachman bent down with his hand to his cockaded hat while Wendelin ushered the brother and sister to their seats; then the door banged shut, he swung himself up to the box, and the carriage was at once in swift motion. It crackled over the gravel, glided through the high, wide gate, curved smoothly to the right, and rolled away.
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