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Chapter 4: Feather, Fang & Claw
Caleb overhears the grumbling of a nearby player about an annoying quest, and he cleverly spots an opportunity to take advantage of the situation. He invests all that he has into his first business venture in this new world but he is eager to see where it takes him.
https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/65714/merchant-rising-a-cozy-slice-of-life-litrpg/chapte1144831/chaper-4-feather-fang-claw
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What is Merchant Rising?
Caleb, a determined and resourceful young man, finally saves up enough money to purchase a virtual reality gaming rig and jumps headfirst into the world of Frontier Realms. With his business-savvy mind, supported by his entrepreneurial spirit, he aspires to build a successful business. Caleb must use all of his wits and cunning to navigate the dangers of Frontier Realms and protect his hard-earned wealth, all while uncovering the mysteries that lie hidden within this magical world.
https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/65714/merchant-rising-a-cozy-slice-of-life-litrpg

Have you ever been in a situation where you had to use your cunning and wit to get what you wanted?

The Panchatantra is a collection of ancient Indian fables that were originally written in Sanskrit. The stories in the Panchatantra are known for their wisdom and wit, and have been told and retold in various languages and cultures around the world. In this essay, we will explore some of the most popular stories from the Panchatantra.

1. The Lion and the Hare

Once upon a time, in a dense forest, there lived a lion. The lion was the king of the forest and he was feared by all the other animals. One day, the lion caught a hare and was about to eat him. The hare, who was very clever, said to the lion, "Oh mighty king, if you spare my life, I can be of service to you. I know the whereabouts of all the animals in this forest, and I can bring them to you as your prey."
The lion was pleased with the hare's proposal and spared his life. The hare then went around the forest and spread the word that the lion was looking for his next meal. However, he also told all the animals to stay away from the lion, as he was very cunning and would attack them even if they came to him voluntarily.
When the lion realized that none of the animals were coming to him, he went to the hare and asked him why he had lied to him. The hare replied, "Oh king, I did not lie to you. I only told the animals to stay away from you, as I knew that you would not spare their lives even if they came to you voluntarily. You are too strong and too powerful for them to challenge."
The lion was impressed with the hare's intelligence and decided to spare his life. From that day on, the hare and the lion became good friends, and the hare continued to be of service to the lion by providing him with information about the other animals in the forest.
2. The Four Friends
Once upon a time, there were four friends who were very close to each other. They were a mouse, a crow, a deer, and a tortoise. One day, they decided to go on a long journey together to see the world. As they were traveling through a dense forest, they came across a pond. The pond was very deep, and the friends could not swim across it.
The mouse said, "I am small and light. I can cross the pond by climbing on the back of the crow." The crow agreed to help the mouse, and the mouse climbed on its back. The crow then flew across the pond and dropped the mouse on the other side.
Next, the mouse said, "I will pull a rope across the pond, and the tortoise can use it to cross the pond." The mouse then found a long piece of rope and tied one end of it to a tree on one side of the pond. He then swam across the pond, carrying the other end of the rope in his mouth. When he reached the other side, he tied the other end of the rope to a tree there.
The tortoise then crawled across the pond, using the rope as a bridge. Finally, the deer said, "I am strong and fast. I will run around the pond and meet you on the other side." And so, the friends successfully crossed the pond and continued on their journey.
3. The Monkey and the Crocodile
Once upon a time, there was a monkey who lived on a tree on the banks of a river. The monkey was very friendly and would often share his fruits with the animals who came to the river to drink water. One day, a crocodile came to the river and saw the monkey.

Hi everyone! Recently, I was accepted to the MSc in Statistics at ETH, and the MSc in Statistical Sciences at Oxford. I am torn between the two of them and looking for critiques of both. What would you say about the programs and departments at each school? I am looking to learn more about applying numerous mathematical techniques to practical problems using pen and paper and proofs, and to use computers (not necessarily as part of the curriculum) to actualize my discoveries. Think of me as a data scientist who is partial to applied math as opposed to CS. Here are some of my observations:
ETH

• Pros: Only 730 CHF a semester, lots of time for recreation until testing period, freedom to take many courses within the math department, living in Zurich, one flight away from JFK (where I am from), teaches a lot of new content not seen before and oriented towards people with a stats background (unlike many of the rudimentary American cash cow programs), opportunity to learn Swiss German (I am a polyglot) and immerse myself in a novel culture
• Cons: Heavy on testing, not well known among the American populace (where I am from), will need to find housing, sense of community is lacking (or so I've been told), to Zurich flights are much more expensive than to London flights

Oxford

• Pros: International reputation, residential college system (camaraderie, traditions, easier to find housing), program is mathematically rigorous, US-UK educational tradition and larger alumni network in the States
• Cons: International tuition, twelve-month program seems rushed and appears more "cash cow"-esque, monolingual country, Oxford is very similar to my undergraduate institution, requires a flight and a bus ride to arrive

What are your thoughts on things I have not listed, including but not limited to the culture and depth of each program? Thank you!

I’ll bullet point to try and keep short but looking for advice:
-Had a voucher for Volaris and needed to use within 3 months. -Used within 3 months but couldn’t use voucher in bags or taxes/fees so paid extra with credit card -Volaris cancelled flight from JFK to Costa Rica, and offered to fly us out a week later instead. We couldn’t do that. -Immediately contacted us and they promised us to refund our credit card payment and another voucher for what we paid for with the voucher -Per their policy they stated to wait 7-20 business days, it’s been 30 business days and getting generic responses back and can’t reach via phone
-Also lost out on 2 non-refundable hotels booked on a separate credit card.
So what’s the best course of action? File trip cancellation insurance with the card I used to book flight? Can I request the voucher money too since they seem to just be stacking is with voucher credits with an unreasonable short time to use. Can I request the hotel money via the other card or do I need to file with that credit card company too?
I’m worried about losing $600 in voucher money if I dispute the credit card or do the trip insurance without the voucher money in there.

I’ll bullet point to try and keep short but looking for advice:
-Had a voucher for Volaris and needed to use within 3 months. -Used within 3 months but couldn’t use voucher in bags or taxes/fees so paid extra with credit card -Volaris cancelled flight from JFK to Costa Rica, and offered to fly us out a week later instead. We couldn’t do that. -Immediately contacted us and they promised us to refund our credit card payment and another voucher for what we paid for with the voucher -Per their policy they stated to wait 7-20 business days, it’s been 30 business days and getting generic responses back and can’t reach via phone
-Also lost out on 2 non-refundable hotels booked on a separate credit card.
So what’s the best course of action? File trip cancellation insurance with the card I used to book flight? Can I request the voucher money too since they seem to just be stacking is with voucher credits with an unreasonable short time to use. Can I request the hotel money via the other card or do I need to file with that credit card company too?
I’m worried about losing $600 in voucher money if I dispute the credit card or do the trip insurance without the voucher money in there.

What was the most memorable experience you’ve had while traveling?

The Stand Name -
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"The World Is Not Enough" By Garbage
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The Stats -
Destructive Power - E
Speed - C
Range - A
Stamina - S
Precision - C
Developmental potential - B
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The User -
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Angela Moon - An older, cunning woman after only her own interests. Will Lie, steal, and screw over whoever she see's a liability, but is more than capable of working in a group if she is unable to complete her tasks herself. Doesn't have a particularly strong moral code, but does believe in keeping ties where she needs them.
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The Ability -
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Angela Is able to create an exact duplicate copy of herself, she can use all of her senses through her stand, and is able to carry and manifest items like clothing, jewelry, various objects, etc with it. However, the stand also has it's own personality that is similar to, but not the same as, Angela's if they both need to interact with multiple people at the same time.
If either Angela or her stand manages to convince the target they're talking to of a lie that they tell themselves, that lie becomes true. A small piece of jewelry manifests somewhere on the targets body/person (that they themselves cannot see if they cannot see stands) to signify this ability. If at any point these pieces of jewelry are destroyed, the ability is deactivated, and the lie is no longer true.
I.E. "I am allowed in this room" with a fake keycard manifested by her ability might allow her to enter the room with no consequence, even if it is alarm controlled.
Or, more creatively "That person is lying to you" - with evidence from both the stand and Angela herself might actually make it so that two people are lying to eachother even if the event is true.
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I can't tell if I'd like this more of as a minor antagonist ability, or one belonging to an incredibly cunning main part antagonist with a purposefully underpowered stand, to maintain the idea that it's not the stand, it's the user. Would love any feedback!

Unfortunately, Kreese is smart and uses said incident to have a personal protection order taken out on Amanda and essentially make it all but impossible for the LaRussos to prosecute him.
Even if she hadn’t confronted him, I think he could’ve wormed his way out from trouble due to his cunning and manipulative behaviour.

Just want to acknowledge the amazing flight attendants and pilots today with American Airlines! Had a total panic and crying meltdown on my regional flight (CRJ-200). The FA was incredible—as was a nice stranger who gave up his seat so I could sit at the front and my seat mate who distracted me, even though I was crying. I also want to acknowledge the pilots who let me see the cockpit of our Airbus and the JetBlue pilot in the jumpseat who answered all my questions while we were waiting to board! He flies out of Boston (was it you Real Gentleman?)
I was afraid to fly AA because I’ve heard bad things about customer service but they truly went beyond.

When you think about it, it seems more and more likely that the people who started Q did so to paint people on the Right as nutjob conspiracy theorists, so that whenever someone on the Right tries to talk about anything and bring up their points, it can be countered with “Whatever, go wait for your saviors, JFK Jr. and Pepe 🤣”. To be clear, I don’t mean the average people who actually believe this stuff, I think they’re genuine in their beliefs, and that a lot of them are just normal people with families and jobs, but who happen to believe in this; however I don’t know how anyone could objectively look at this and not think there’s something shady going on behind the scenes, it has “manufactured propaganda” written all over it.

I would like to open a Chase Ink credit card to start earning points towards miles. can I successfully book a Frontier flight (CVG -> CUN) on Chase Rewards Platform?

I have an upcoming flight from MSP to CUN in first class and I am a platinum medallion but I am curious because it is an international flight would have lounge access? Any info is appreciated, Thanks!

There are times when humanity needs protection. The fallen creation needs the opportunity to survive; that is what God desires. She did not bring forth life for it to be destroyed or enslaved by her daughters. The Loving God that She is, did not give Her daughters the life-forming abilities for her creations to experience brutality, to experience atrocity. Yet, Her daughters have failed God! They’ve given birth and they’ve murdered! They have raped and pillaged the land due to their greed. What has She done by forsaking us? What can She do to save us? God wonders...
-Temple Mother, Veza Gazacar
Marta observed his mother as she stood from the side of her bed. The headstrong woman braced herself, trembling while the pain twisted her body. He looked over her, for the way she groaned and gasped one would have thought the cause visible, like a broken bone or an open wound. But years in effluent fields and toxic mines caused his mother’s tumors to spread before the symptoms appeared. His mother, Meke Linca, was only thirty-five. Himself, seventeen. As the pain worsened, he hated seeing her struggle to get about her day, and for the past few weeks, to his relief, she refused to fight for a life slipping away from her.
“Son, help me into my uniform,” she said, pointing at a faded military garb she had obtained in combat school, at the tail-end of the Fort Raid wars and a year before Marta’s birth. It was the one decent clothing she had for the matchmaker’s meeting. Age and years of poor nourishment made her outgrow the dated garb, but with death now nipping at her flesh, Meke was able to fit it again.
Marta slipped his mother’s frail, trembling body into the uniform, arm by arm, leg by leg, praying the pain away while holding back tears.
Death had come too soon.
He buttoned her up and tried to straighten the deep wrinkles out, but the effort was frivolous. He looked deep into his mother’s eyes, but she quickly turned away. “Help me into the living room.”
It didn’t take much to get there. Their home wasn’t a shack by any measure. It was modest and quaint and slightly larger than most of the houses in the slum, never mind the tenements that made up Fulna.
Marta helped his mother to her favorite chair, which was crafted by one of her many lovers before he married off. After handing her a small cup of gin, he raced to his room to ready himself. He placed his bronzer on his soft cheekbones meticulously and rubbed rose-colored lip balm on his full lips. His eyelashes were long and dark against his blue eyes and pale skin. He grabbed his golden roses embroidered shawl to cover his curly brown mane. When he heard a knock at the door, he inhaled deeply and darted from his room before his mother moved a muscle. Marta answered in a coy whisper.
An old woman known around the slum as Mama Doni stood beyond the threshold with a cigarette in hand and the heavy scent of gin coming from her breath. “Marta, Marta. Don’t you look beautiful today?”
Marta lowered his gaze, and stepped aside, allowing Mama Doni in. His mother greeted the matchmaker with a level of annoyance that surprised Marta and got a raised brow from the cigarette-fouled woman.
“Well, I see. You don’t want to marry your precious son off?” Mama Doni huffed as she sat on the sofa. “And you, Marta. You didn’t have any lady friends, no one to take your hand?”
Mother sighed. “He’s studious.”
Marta caught a hint of seduction in the matchmaker’s eyes under the red haze of her cigarette. He quickly looked away.
“And we have no family. None that would do right by him, anyway. He’s religious, goes to the Temple every now and then. He can cook, clean, and as I’m still alive and looking decent,” his mother said, her eyes running over her bony body, “he’s a decent caregiver. My son will be good with children. I won’t be here long, and I have nothing to give him. It will be hard for a young man like him to find work.”
“He could sell his sperm. He wouldn’t even have to go register. Plenty of women here who will pay top—”
“Or he can get married.”
Mama Doni rolled her eyes. “Which is still the same.”
“No, it isn’t!” his mother snapped.
“Let me tell you: when I put out that Meke Linca is seeking marriage arrangements for her son, you should have seen all the replies I had received. And make no mistake—I know I don’t look the part, but I did my due diligence. There were so many women who’ve had numerous arrangements, and still sought young, beautiful men again and again. These women get themselves a new boy, fuck him until she gets pregnant, or keep him around if she fancies him enough. Which I must admit,” Mama Doni turned to Marta, “may very well happen. But that’s no different from those boys on the streets or at the brothels. At least if he fails, his failure is his own. And if he succeeds, then well, that is his own too.”
“Mama Doni, we go way back. We’ve been friends through it all, haven’t we? We used to go to bars and then to brothels, drinking and fucking our life away. Each time, who was under us? Young men like my son. A couple of them you had children with. But do your children know them? Your daughter, Zuke. Guess where I saw her father last? At the soup kitchen. Skin and bones, like me. We all die, we all end up in the same place, but at least I didn’t have to lick a bunch of women each day to sustain myself. I do not want that for my son, and if he doesn’t marry before I meet God, we both know that’s where he will be.”
A hard knock startled Marta and his mother, but Mama Doni rose from the sofa with a content sigh.
“Well, lucky for you, I think I’ve found someone.” Mama Doni opened the door without answering it and welcomed the woman in. “Sioba Vedu, a twelve-star general discharge with honors plus a very generous lifetime stipend from the Queen.”
“Miss Meke Linca,” the battle-scarred woman said. She stood before the door with an arduous appearance Marta was sure she’d earned from her many years as a warrior.
“Fucking Sioba, the bitch that did this to me,” mother declared. She glared at the tall woman with such hate that Marta became alarmed and afraid.
Sioba glanced at Marta, but he swiftly bowed his head. His hands were red and sweaty as he caressed his nervousness away. Or at least tried to.
“You know very well your actions caused that. I was in no position to defend your lies, not that I would have if I had been.”
“And now you’re here to taunt me. What is Marta going to be, huh? Your fourth husband after your third one ran off and got murdered?” Mother spat, her sickly face flushed with anger and hatred.
Sioba was well-known throughout the nation for two reasons: the war and her husbands. She had become famous for being a brutal general. But by doing so, she had managed to kill the leader of the aliens invading the world. She took no prisoners and preferred executing every last one on the spot.
But it was her husbands that tarnished her name amongst women who dream of becoming like her. Her first husband had been a famous brothel dancer who may have bedded numerous women, but no one knows for sure. She never had a child with him, sparking rumors that she acts on lust. Her second husband came from a desert village in Sokia. There, veiled men are given to women such as Sioba as gifts—this slander the Queen’s representatives tried to get rid of to no avail. Sioba has two children with him. And the third one, a motherless, homeless young man she met at the newly built Men’s shelter in the tropical city of Elva. She adopted his son, a decision many found cunning since the Queen, whose rule Sioba abided with a heavy hand, had twelve daughters.
And then one night her husband disappeared, and his body was found six months later. A nail in the coffin for her. A dishonorable reputation was hard to get rid of in today’s climate. So, despite who Sioba was, Marta could not have been any less excited.
Sioba stood stern and unyielding. “I heard about your fate when I visited the Queen’s Hospital. And then I stopped to see Mama Doni. Yes, I would like to have another husband. After all, it is my right as a woman. But more than that, you know me. You know who I am as a person. I’m here to extend my hand. I can have any man I want, but can he have any woman?” Marta saw that she winced at her words, “There’s never a right way about this. Especially now since times are changing.”
Marta saw that his mother was trembling, and although she held it in well, her pain was visible to him. So, he stood up and went to her. The room fell quiet. Everyone turned their gaze at him—Mama Doni with lust, Sioba with concern, and Mother with confusion. During such arrangements, men were often not present until their mothers found someone suitable. Women were simple and laying their eyes upon a man as virtuous and innocent as Marta, they would say and do anything to win the mother over.
Marta being there was out of order in the first place. “Mother, let me take you to bed.”
Mother shook her head, and yet, placed her arm limply around her son’s neck. “I’ve failed you, son. I should have been prepared a long time ago,” she whispered.
Marta saw the end too. His mother may have turned a blind eye to her death because of ego, but Marta did the same out of hope. “Hush, mother.”
They limped their way into her room. The midday sun beamed through the dusty blinds and sooted curtains. Mother used to have him wash them every third Saturday, before she had gotten cancer. He made a mental note to clean them later that night.
“What do you want to do? I’m sorry that I haven’t asked you until now.”
But she had, numerous times weeks ago. And Marta had told her yes. A young man without a family would have to endure a difficult life. Were there men who have succeeded without being in the arms of a woman? Sure. Young men like him? Of course, not. Those men came from wealthy families, and often their marriages were already arranged by the time they reach puberty. Indeed, love marriages aren’t uncommon—and Marta tried. The slums were unforgiving for women as well, and their lives were filled with trauma and unrelenting expectations. And therefore, women in the slums, young and old, sought men that were worldly, who laughed at their jokes, weren’t apprehensive of their desires, and Marta was a Temple-visiting man too pious for his own good. “Get some rest.”
When Marta returned, he’d half expected Mama Doni and this Sioba to have left, but there they stood, in the middle of the living room whispering amongst each other. He adjusted the shawl over his hair. This was the perfect time to take his future by the reins, but instead, he went into the kitchen and turned on the kettle. Mama Doni walked through the narrow hallway. He knew it was her because she had a twisted hip and was too damn old to pick up her sandaled feet. She sat at the table. “Is your mother alright?”
Although he answered, Marta was annoyed with the question. Annoyed with her presence, really. “Whatever is going to happen, it is in God’s hands now.”
The kettle sang. The heavy, rhythmic footsteps of Sioba made Marta anxious. He wasn’t ready to take his future by the reins just yet.
Marta placed two porcelain cups along with their matching saucer on the counter, then filled them the way he was taught at the temple. He set the two cups on the table and pulled back a chair, inviting Sioba to sit down. Her expression was stern again, which caused Marta’s heart to skip a beat or two. Was he doing something wrong? She sat down with a heavy sigh and a stern gaze toward Mama Doni.
“Don’t be alarmed, child. We understand your mother should be here talking to us right now. I have a daughter that knows you, or knows of you, and she told me plenty about you. You are young—seventeen years old! And I’ve seen you plenty of times at the Temple,” Mama Doni smiled a mouthful of crimson-stained teeth, “If you take up my offer, you’ll be well off than all of them out there.”
Sioba took a sip of tea, then said, “Or you can come with me. You don’t have to marry me—obviously, you aren’t ready for marriage. I have room in my house. If you go to school, make something of yourself, I don’t mind.” She looked at Marta, who, for the first time, held her gaze.
He nodded, for that was all he could do. Without his mother’s blessing, there wasn’t much to this meeting. He said shyly, “My mother will contact you—both of you—tomorrow with our decision.” He tried to sound mature and brave, but he felt like a small insect in front of these two women.
“Please do,” Sioba said. She rose from her chair and stood until Mama Doni sighed and got up and left. Sioba followed without uttering a word.
Sunlight seeped through the apartment as best as it could, considering the other towering tenements. Seeing it made Marta hopeful, which, in a place like this, is all he will ever have. With his bearings intact, Marta opened his mother’s bedroom door. He picked on it right away, her death. The way her mouth slanted off to the side, the way the whites of her eyes seemed…whiter. Other than that, she looked like she was sleeping. And while Marta was heartbroken and scared, he was relieved.

Have you ever been in a situation where you had to use your cunning to get out of a tricky situation?

E trains are running with delays in both directions after FDNY responded to a report of smoke near Jamaica-Van Wyck.
E trains service has resumed at Jamaica-Van Wyck, Sutphin Blvd-Archer Av-JFK Airport , and Jamaica Center-Parsons/Archer in both directions.

Have a trip coming up, JFK to KEF in April. I got Comfort+ as PM. Upgrades in the app to D1 and then to First Class after an aircraft swap were ranging something crazy between $6K to $1K and then disappeared completely with all seats X'd out for the past week.
I had called about a month ago to inquire about MUA space and was told I had to pay the class fare difference of $1400 per ticket (me +1 on reservation) then 65K miles per person to upgrade. Hell no.
I called again 2 weeks ago and was told I had to pay 35K miles per ticket for the fare class difference and then 40K per person for the upgrade. Hell no.
I call today and the agent says there is no MUA availability, but she's going to talk to global ticketing to see if I can get waitlisted. On hold for 25 minutes while she gets a hold of them. She says I can't get waitlisted but they can upgrade me for $289 per person. Ding ding ding ding. We have a winner!
I know it's a short flight, but I rather just sit next to my daughter and no one else and try to get a few hours of Zs before we hit the ground running.

There is no E train service at Jamaica-Van Wyck, Sutphin Blvd-Archer Av-JFK Airport and Jamaica Center-Parsons/Archer.
Additional Updates:

• E trains are running on the F line between Kew Gardens-Union Tpke and Jamaica-179 St.
  
• Expect delays in both directions while we request FDNY to respond to a report of smoke near Jamaica-Van Wyck.
  

Alternative Service:

• At Jamaica Center-Parsons/Archer and Sutphin Blvd-Archer Av-JFK Airport, take a J train.
  
• Take nearby F or rerouted E trains for service in Jamaica.
  
• Consider a nearby Q60 bus.
  

Barely at episode 16 of the anime, and yikes.
I really want to like this. Really. Its got me interested, and the part up until the royal capital was difficult at times but ultimately very good and rewarding. Everything aince then has been a relentless slog, if im being honest.
At present, my biggest issues with the show are Subaru's... desperation? I get he is going through hell, but he has to be one of the least thinking characters ive ever encountered. I know thats a trope anime and manga and light novels love to exploit, but i feel like ive been watching a kid with ptsd try to tie his shoes and accidentally dive into a woodchipper over and over again. His lacks of attmempts to try to find the edges of his binding are really frustrating.
The 5 candidates are... completely unworthy of being followed by anyone, at least as theyve shown themselves thus far. Hoshin has at least shown some cunning in getting something out of this, but outaide of felt none of them have behaved as people potentially responsible for this country's future.
Is this gonna get less depressingly tedious and is subaru gonna get less stupid soon? Or at least be stupid in a vaguely productive way? Does something interesting happen soon? Subaru being a fish out of water is a bucket thats been lowered into the well so many times that not only has it been coming up dry but the bucket itself os falling apart.
Is this gonna get better?
edit: season 1 episode 16
Edit 2: on s1e25, thanks everyone who said to keep watching. I wanted to knoe if we were gonna get a payoff and we did. Looking forward to the finale and season 2.