Plastered Paradox
Chapter 23
Pietro's workshop was, as expected, a disaster. Bits of machinery and circuitry were scattered to and fro, with the ground all but completely covered in scrap metal and wires. Computers lined the walls, all hooked up to some kind of large, overbuilt mainframe. That wasn't what got Jaune's attention, though.
"I just noticed that he's not actually crippled," Jaune pointed out to Cinder.
"Really?" Cinder asked. "You're just noticing that now?"
"Yeah, I know – I'm usually more perceptive than that. Of course, it begs the question of what crippled him in the first place."
"Do you really want to know?"
Jaune paused, then looked back to Pietro. "So, we kinda need your help," he said.
"With what?" Pietro asked. "I'm kind of busy at the moment – Penny 1.0 still has a lot of kinks to work out, apparently."
Penny 1.0 lowered its – her? – head, and Pietro patted it. "Who's a good killer robot? You are! Yes, you are!"
"This is creepy," Cinder whispered to Jaune.
"Just play along, we need his mad genius," Jaune urged. He cleared his throat. "Anyway, how good are you with computers, Pietro?"
Pietro stared at him like he had just grown a second head, then motioned to the wall behind him, which was filled with monitors.
"Okay, that was a dumb question," Jaune added. "So I take it that you'd have no problem discovering the source of a hack and kicking out the hacker?"
"It depends on how good the hacker is," Pietro said. "Your average script kiddie? Yeah, sure, that'd be no problem – I deal with teenage edgelords trying to DDOS my systems all the time. All I do is backtrace their IP through whatever crappy VPN they're using and then call their parents on them. Works every time."
"I have no idea what any of those words mean," Jaune deadpanned. "Anyone else? Qrow? Raven?"
"You're asking the wrong rednecks," Qrow pointed out.
"I'm not nearly enough of a geek to understand any of that," Raven said, crossing her arms.
"What he's trying to say is that occasionally some edgy teenagers will think trying to overload his network is a good idea, and so he tracks them and calls their parents on them," Rhodes offered. Everyone else looked to him in surprise, and he bristled. "Well, one of us has to be the brains of this group."
"I thought that was Cinder," Jaune ventured.
"For real? You're really admitting the fifteen-year-old is the smartest one here out of all of you?"
"She may not look like it, but she's wicked smart," Jaune said. He ruffled her hair a bit. She batted his hand away after a moment. "Hell, if it weren't for mine and Raven's A-plus parenting, she'd be on-track to taking over the world by now, probably."
"Can we focus?" Qrow asked. "So we know Pietro can help us out. Of course, that begs the question – what does he want in return?"
"Actually, I was willing to do it free of charge, but as long as you're offering…" Pietro said.
"Damn it," Jaune couldn't help but say.
"Statement," Penny 1.0 announced. "I have altered the deal. Pray I don't alter it any further."
"Does this thing speak exclusively in shitty memes and movie references?" Qrow asked.
"I'm working on it," Pietro insisted. "All machine learning has to start somewhere, so I figured I'd begin with stuff that was easy to upload."
"Did you throw this thing together after seven beers or something?" Cinder asked.
Pietro bristled at that. "I will have you know what Penny 1.0 is the most advanced mechanical organism in the entire world. Her CPU runs circles around even the most overbuilt military models, which is great, because I want only the finest for my daughter."
"Your daughter?" Raven echoed. "That's creepy."
"What's so creepy about it? I wanted a daughter, so I built one."
"You know you can just find a woman or adopt, right?" Jaune asked. "I mean, that's what I did."
"I wouldn't call what you did 'adopting'," Rhodes pointed out.
"Uh, nobody else wanted her, so I took her with me. No need to be pedantic about it just because I'm her favorite father figure."
"Anyway, to get back to the original point, so long as you're offering something in exchange for my help, there are some things I could use," Pietro said.
"Like what?" Raven asked.
"A military-grade fire control group, for one."
"I thought you could make stuff that was better than that on your own?" Qrow pointed out. "Why on Remnant do you want one of those?"
"Because I used up all my parts making the first one for Penny 1.0, and I'm too lazy to build a better one from scratch."
"You know what? That's fair," Jaune admitted. "The only question is, where the hell are we supposed to find one of those without breaking into a military base?"
"Maybe Winter would give us one?" Cinder asked.
"Somehow, I doubt that – I feel like we already crossed a line by getting her mom to lez out with Sienna Khan."
"No, crossing the line would have been asking them to film it," Raven said.
"Fuck, you're right – I totally should have asked Sienna if she could film it. Damn it, now I'm going to take that to the grave. She probably would've done it, too… Cinder, can I have a drink to drown my sorrows?"
"No," Cinder said.
"Come on, just one double."
"No, Jaune."
Jaune pouted like a kid who'd just been denied ice cream. It lasted for a second before he shook it off and looked back to Pietro. "So, again, I must ask – where the hell are we supposed to find one of-"
A sudden explosion from outside caught everyone's attention as it shook the entire street. They all instantly reached for their weapons, but before anyone could ask who it was, they got their answers.
"Fear not, citizens!" came an all-too-familiar voice over a loudspeaker. "The General is here to save the day."
"Well, fuck," Jaune stated. "I'll admit, I almost completely forgot that Ironwood's gone mad with power a few decades early."
"Can we really call this going mad with power?" Raven asked. "I thought he went because you took away his power."
"Oh, details. Let's just go stop this idiot already."
They all rushed outside, Pietro and Penny 1.0 included. Upon stepping out of the workshop, Jaune was stunned to see a massive airship floating in the sky, raining artillery down on Mantle.
"Somehow, I'm not surprised that Atlas not only let that thing get away, but also that nobody thought to warn us about it until now," Jaune said.
"Wouldn't be Atlas if they did," Cinder added. "So, how do we stop this?"
"Actually, I think he's doing us a favor," Qrow pointed out. "Considering he's only raining hellfire on rogue Atlesian Knights."
True to Qrow's word, down the block, a squad full of Knights was completely vaporized by a miniature barrage of shells. Jaune couldn't help but let out a low whistle.
"I know we're supposed to hate Atlas and all, but come on, you've gotta admire their taste in military hardware," he conceded.
"We should probably do something," Raven offered. "Or don't, I don't care."
Rhodes cupped his hands around his mouth. "Hey, General! Come down and talk to us, already!"
Jaune rolled his eyes. "Oh, like that will actually-"
The shelling suddenly stopped, and the airship turned towards them. Jaune instantly froze as he saw the ships many guns leveled directly at them. The cockpit suddenly lit up, showing a shadowy figure from behind, their arms clasped behind their back.
"Damn, this guy's more dramatic than you, Raven," Cinder mused.
"I already hate him," Raven growled.
"Fear not, citizens," Ironwood announced. "Your hero has-" He suddenly paused. "...Qrow? Raven?"
"Yeah, it's us," Qrow offered. "How've you been, Jimmy? Aside from the whole going postal thing."
"What are you all doing here? And who are those other people with you two? New members of Ozpin's entourage?"
"Kinda-sorta," Jaune said. "Look, I'm sorry you got shitcanned from your job and everything, but we're gonna need you to stop doing what you're doing, because it's not helping."
"I am providing a valuable service to the people of Atlas," Ironwood insisted. "Someone has to take care of the rogue Knights."
"Quick question," Cinder said. "How are you even operating an airship like that all by yourself? That's the kind of thing I'd really expect would take at least a few hundred people."
"Did you really think I was the only person Atlas pissed off when they fired me?"
"Fair enough, I guess. So, how many do you have in there? I want to know how many more people are going to die because you're too busy playing politics to worry about the true threat."
"The teenager has a point," Jaune insisted, earning a mild glare from her. "While you're out here wreaking havoc, Salem is still making her moves."
"I know, which is why I need to earn my old position back as soon as possible," Ironwood pointed out. "I can't trust anyone else to handle her properly except for me."
"No, see, you're missing the point," Jaune said. "That being-"
"Enough," Ironwood said, his voice stern. "I will hear no more arguments regarding this matter. If you aren't with me, then you're against me, and I can't afford to have any more traitors in my midst."
"Statement: We can't afford to be neutral on a moving train," Penny 1.0 added.
"Whose side are you on?" Jaune said to it through gritted teeth.
"Jaune, this isn't going well," Rhodes told him.
"I know, I know. Let me just ask one more question, then I'll know for sure if he's too far gone or not." Jaune turned back to the airship. "One more thing, Ironwood – have you grown a beard yet?"
There was a pause, and then Ironwood said, "Well, yes, actually I have gone without shaving for the past-"
"Say no more." Jaune turned towards the others. "Yup, he's completely crazy. You all have a green light to take him out."
"Easier said than done!" Cinder shouted as the guns on the airship began to spool up.
Jaune rolled his eyes. "Raven?"
"Damn it, I hate doing this…" Raven muttered.
She managed to portal them away just as the first shells were launched towards them.
"You know, I'm really not surprised anymore when you idiots just pop in unannounced," Roman said. "I am always disappointed, though."
Jaune stared at him in surprise. "Uh, what's going on?"
Roman was completely nonplussed. Instead, he raised his teacup to his lips and took a drink before putting it down. "Adam insulted Weiss and the only way to cheer her up was to do this."
"I see. But was the princess outfit really necessary?"
"No, but this is my life now, apparently."
"Don't worry, man," Qrow said with a nod of solidarity. "I understand you completely."
"Thanks," Roman deadpanned.
Across the table, Weiss glared at him. "You are supposed to offer the new visitors tea."
"Don't push it, kid," Roman warned.
"You're wearing a princess outfit already," Raven pointed out. "If that's not pushing it, I don't know what is."
"I must say, it does compliment your eyeliner quite well," Cinder said.
Roman grit his teeth. "Did you all need something, or did you just stop in to insult me?"
"Well, actually, we just needed a way out of a sticky situation involving heavy ordinance," Jaune confessed. "Admittedly, though, I think I would have preferred being vaporized by artillery over seeing this shit."
"Swear!" Ruby shouted.
"Oh, hey, Ruby. Didn't know you were here."
Ruby beamed at him. "Neo's teaching me to be sneaky! How am I doing?"
"Keep working at it, you'll get there." Jaune looked around. "Where are the other kids?"
"Neo's keeping an eye on them," Roman explained.
"Is that wise? I mean, it's Neo."
"She's responsible," Roman insisted.
"Weren't you training her to be a hitman before Oz ended up in your head? That doesn't seem very responsible to me."
"She responsibly murdered people for me."
Jaune gave him a blank stare, and Torchwick sighed. "Oh, come on. Look at me. At least give me this."
"We need transportation," Qrow suddenly announced. "Unless Raven has a portal to someone in Atlas she didn't tell us about?"
"You wish," Raven said with a scoff.
"I mean, sure, I can make that happen," Roman offered. "Who's flying?"
"I'm surprised he was okay with this arrangement," Qrow said.
"Why's that?" Jaune asked. "Didn't think I could fly an airship?"
"No, I'm just amazed that Roman was willing to let you get behind the wheel in the first place."
"First of all, this is an airship – it has a joystick, not a wheel. Second of all, I'll have you know that I'm an excellent pilot."
"Didn't you crash the last airship you flew?" Cinder asked.
"Suddenly, I would like to get off and walk to Atlas instead," Rhodes stated.
"Oh, relax," Jaune said tiredly, rolling his eyes. "We only crashed because someone shot us down with a missile. That reminds me that I really should've asked where a tribe of inbred hicks got their hands on surface-to-air missiles."
"Ask no questions and be told no lies," Raven answered.
"I do have to question why you all decided to let the most destructive person here into the cockpit," Pietro began.
"Because Raven didn't want to do it and I'm definitely not going to let Cinder do it," Jaune said dismissively.
"I could do it," Qrow offered.
"Weren't you drinking at the airport?" Cinder asked.
"Cinder, come on. You of all people ought to know by now that I drunk better when I'm fly."
"Somehow, I don't believe you."
"I could've flown this thing," Rhodes pointed out. "So could Pietro."
"So could Penny 1.0," Pietro added.
"Statement: I just want to tell you, good luck, we're all counting on you," Penny 1.0 chimed in.
"Oh look, we're here," Raven observed as Atlas' airport came into view. "Fucking finally. Hurry up and land this stupid thing, would you?"
"With pleasure," Jaune answered. "But hold on, I wanna buzz the tower."
"No," Cinder said firmly.
"Too bad, I have the control stick and I say we're buzzing the tower."
So he did. Jaune aimed for the control tower, aligning the airship so that it missed the top by mere inches. He watched with some satisfaction as the people inside scrambled for cover.
"You happy now?" Raven asked.
"More than you could imagine," Jaune replied. "Alright, let's land before they scramble fighters."
"You know, I thought the idea was to remain under-the-radar," Cinder pointed out.
"We are under-the-radar," Jaune told her. "Literally, in fact – radar won't pick us up at this altitude."
"Is that how radar works?" Qrow asked.
Juane shrugged. "Probably. Who cares? Excuse me while I execute this perfect three-point landing."
The airship came down, but naturally, Jaune hadn't engaged the landing gear, so it skidded across the tarmac for a bit and threw sparks everywhere before it came to a rest a short ways away, a large chunk of asphalt torn up behind it. The doors opened, and they all stepped out and began to hurry away before air traffic security came to apprehend them.
"You know, this really isn't like you," Cinder observed as they hopped the fence around the airport and fled into the city. "I mean, sure, you're usually pretty crazy, but this is downright insane, not to mention petty."
"I just hate Atlas, alright?" Jaune asked. "For real. If I can go through my day being able to say that I made Atlas tangibly worse in some way, no matter how petty, then I consider it a good day. Also, that airship was rented under Torchwick's name, not mine, so he's on the hook for the security deposit."
"Any particular reason why?" Raven asked. "I thought he was nominally your ally."
"What am I, made of money?" he said. "Torchwick can afford it, I can't."
"So why not just fly normally and not cause destruction wherever you go?" Rhodes spoke up.
"Now, where's the fun in that?"
They all stepped out onto a busy city street and looked around. After confirming that they weren't followed, they stopped to catch their breath for a moment.
"Okay, so we're here," said Raven. "Where to now, genius?"
"That's a good question," Jaune answered. "If I were a pseudo-megalomaniac with delusions of savior, where would I be right now?"
"Probably up in your nigh-invincible super-fortress airship, raining death on people you hate," Rhodes said, crossing his arms. "By the way, I feel compelled to point out that we probably would've been able to get on board said airship if you hadn't trashed the Bullhead we flew in on."
"You fucking wish, dude; those guns would've vaporized us the instant we got too close," Jaune argued.
"Excuse me," Pietro interjected. "What did you need me for, again?"
"Oh, right – I think the best way to handle this is to split up," Jaune said. "And I know one of you is about to argue against splitting the party, and you're right, but we've got two major threats we need to deal with at the moment. I think what we need to do is send a few of us out against Ironwood, and whoever's left needs to start working with Pietro to get Watts out of the network."
"I volunteer to take on Ironwood," Rhodes grunted. "Whoever you're all fighting, it seems like they're a much bigger threat. Ironwood's nothing but a thorn in our side right now, so I should be able to take him."
"Qrow, go with him," Jaune said without hesitation. Rhodes gave him a blank stare. Jaune was unperturbed. "No offense, but you're the weakest one here aside from the non-combatant. Even Cinder could take you."
"Some taken," Rhodes said. "But fine. Let's just get going, already."
Him and Qrow set off. Once they were gone, Jaune turned back towards the others.
"And then there were five," Cinder observed. "What's your plan now, Jaune? Do you even know where you have to go in order to get Pietro into the mainframe?"
"I was hoping that'd be something he knew," Jaune confessed. "Because all this tech geek stuff is above my paygrade."
"I wasn't aware we were getting paid for this," Raven observed.
"Figure of speech, Rae." Jaune looked over to Pietro. "Just to be clear, you do know how to get yourself into the network, right?"
"Of course I do," Pietro said. "Naturally, I'll need the Military themselves to grant me access."
"Then it's a good thing we're on speaking terms with General Schnee," Jaune said.
"Are we?" Cinder asked, surprised. "Because from what I recall, she doesn't seem to like us very much."
"We're nominal allies. Let's get going."
With that, they all left to find Winter. As Jaune looked away, something off on the horizon caught his attention – a black figure of some sort, standing tall atop one of Atlas' many buildings, its outline silhouetted against the night sky. He blinked, and the figure was gone, just like that.
"Something the matter?" Raven asked. "You're staring off into space. Usually you only do that when you're having one of your Great War flashbacks."
"I think we're about to have company," Jaune said.
"Ooh, what kind of company? Do I get to kill someone again?"
"Here's hoping. Come on, let's go."
"Alright, snowflake," Roman declared. "I've played your little game long enough. This tea party is over."
He stood up, tearing off the princess outfit Weiss had forced him to wear. Weiss stiffened.
"But you haven't even eaten your crumpet yet!" she complained.
"I don't even know what a crumpet is, and I don't plan on ever figuring it out," Roman replied. "Point is, your hour's up. If you want more from this tea party, then it's gonna cost you."
Really? Ozpin asked from inside his head. You're extorting children now?
"Don't patronize me, old man, or so help me Gods, I will purposely chug an entire bottle of Junior's cheapest Vacuan tequila and give us both the worst hangover imaginable," Roman threatened. Oz went silent at that, and he turned back towards Weiss. "Alright, so since I figure you're not dumb enough to want to make a deal, let's-"
"Wait," Weiss announced as he began to walk out. "I am the daughter of a businessman. I know how to make deals."
Roman sighed tiredly. "Kid, you wouldn't know a deal if it sneaked up on you and kicked you in the rear-end. But fine, I'll play your game. I give you another hour, and you'll give me something in return. Question is, what do you have to offer me?"
Roman wasn't sure what he'd expected her to reply with, but the wicked-looking smirk she gave him was making him rethink making this deal in the first place.
If there was one thing to be said about Neo, it was that as good of a henchwoman as she was, she was apparently an even better babysitter. The children were all little hellions to Roman, but they were a lot more mellow around her.
Probably because they'd watched her thump Mercury and Adam plenty of times by now, but still. As one of Roman's old books that he never read had told her, it was better to be feared than loved.
And fear her the children did, which was why they'd all fallen in line when she'd had Ruby announce to the rest of them that it was nap time. Being a bunch of young kids, they'd objected, but that had ended with her cracking her knuckles. And that was how Neo got a whole room full of annoying kids to sit down, shut up, and go the fuck to sleep.
All except Weiss, of course, who was still working with Roman, for whatever reason. Or so she thought, until Weiss opened the door and stepped into the room.
"I need to borrow Adam," she announced. Neo raised an eyebrow, and she added, "Roman's orders."
Neo knew better than to object, and so she nodded, then moved over to Adam and poked him with her shoe. Adam stirred awake, blinking the sleep from his eyes.
"What?" he demanded.
Neo rolled her eyes. Is that any way to talk to your babysitter?
"I'm not a baby, and I don't need a sitter. I'm old enough to take care of myself."
Apparently not, because your mother figure left you here with us so she could go nose-deep in a Schnee.
Adam blinked. "What…?"
Oop, forget I said anything. Neo flashed him a wry grin. Anyway, Roman wants to see you.
"So? Why should I care?"
"Because I told him you'd come see him," Weiss interjected.
Adam turned towards her, his one good eye narrowing. "And why would I listen to you, child? We hate each other."
"Actually, I don't particularly care about you at all," Weiss confessed. "But that's neither here nor there. Are you coming or not?"
Adam gave her a sneer. "No. And you can tell him I said that."
"She doesn't have to, I'm right here," Roman said as he stepped into the room. Adam went pale, and Roman sighed tiredly. "Relax, alright? I just want to talk, just the three of us. Follow me."
"Promise me she won't thump me," Adam said, motioning towards Neo.
"Alright, fine, no thumps," Roman replied. "Just come on."
Now fresh out of objections, Adam had no choice but to follow after the two of them as they moved down the hall. Roman took them to a side room, and sat both down in some nearby chairs.
"Alright, here's how this is gonna work," he announced. "Adam, you're one of the most consistent troublemakers out of the entire group."
Adam bristled. "Am not!"
"Yes, yes you are. I'm compiling a big report on your behavior I'll be passing along to Sienna when we finally send you back, even. Admittedly, it's quite unbecoming of me; usually, if someone's not working out, I just blow them up or something, but I obviously can't do that to you all because a pair of little birdies will peck my eyes out, so to speak, so we're stuck together."
"That and you actually like us," Weiss added.
"Don't push it," Roman warned. "Anyway, in exchange for a favor, Weiss has kindly offered a parlay of sorts."
"What does that mean?" Adam demanded.
"It means you and her come to a better understanding so you stop being so openly hostile to each other, and in so doing, you reduce my daily migraines by about half," Roman answered. "Understand now?"
"I suppose," Adam grunted. "What do I get out of this?"
"Neo stops thumping you, for one. For another… come on, you don't think Sienna would love to hear how you successfully brokered your first ceasefire with a human, and a Schnee at that?"
"Nice try, but I'm gonna need something actually tangible," Adam said, impatient.
"I figured you would…" Roman sighed tiredly once more. "Alright, what do you want?"
Adam thought for a moment. "I want one of those prototype Atlesian robots."
"I want one of those too, Adam, but they're owned by the government, so-"
"I can get you one," Weiss announced.
Roman turned towards her, surprised. "You can? How could you-" He paused, then nodded. "Right; big sister is the General, and your dad builds the damn things… alright, well, I guess it's within the realm of possibility. However, I'm gonna have to veto it, on account of the fact that I quite like Junior's bar, and I'd prefer you not burning it down with a salvo of missiles."
"I mean, it'd have to be disarmed," Weiss explained. "I can't exactly be supplying weapons to the other side."
"Why not?" Adam complained.
"Because this is a peace agreement. How many of those involve trading arms?"
"Well, if you're the government-"
"Which you're not, so don't go there," Roman warned. "Alright, Adam, we'll play your little game – you get your giant robot, sans weapons, and in exchange, you'll treat Weiss like the little sister you never had."
Adam bristled. "That wasn't what I agreed-"
"Kid, you're getting a giant robot," Roman deadpanned. "Just deal with it."
"Fine," Adam said with a huff, crossing his arms. "I… suppose I could stand to be nicer to her, especially since she's just a kid."
"Now shake on it," Roman commanded.
Adam hesitated, but let out another growl, then shoved his hand into Weiss' face. She was unperturbed, and simply accepted the handshake. It lasted for all of a half-second before they broke apart.
"Pleasure doing business with you both," Weiss said. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to make a call."
She rose from her seat and walked off, and Roman watched her go.
"I'm gonna regret this, aren't I?" he asked.
Just now figuring that out? Ozpin asked.
"Fuck off, old man."
Naturally, the robot got there within a short time, and even more naturally, it was a total fucking disaster. Roman wasn't sure exactly what was going on outside, but it involved lots of glass breaking, things being smashed, and people screaming.
But that was Neo's problem, not his. Because right now, he had more pressing matters to attend to.
"More sugar, Weiss?"
"Of course," Weiss replied, holding out her cup. Roman dropped a small pinch of sugar into it, and she gave a content sigh. "This is nice."
Roman didn't want to admit it, but it kinda was.
Could've done without having to wear the princess outfit again, though.
"Roman!" Junior shouted as he suddenly burst through the door. "You have to come outside, quick! The Faunus kid-"
"Sh," Roman urged. "You're interrupting."
"Interrupting?! They're wreaking havoc out there! You have to-"
"Don't," Roman warned, "disturb the sanctity of tea time. Or else."
"Or else what?"
"Or else I'll have Neo force you to join us."
Junior finally paused and looked around the room, taking in the sights. There was Weiss and Roman sitting at a small pink table, Roman clad in a frilly pink dress, stuffed animals all over the place, and packets of crumpets – whatever the fuck those things were – scattered about. He stared at it all for a moment, then immediately did an about-face and marched out of the room without saying another word.
Roman watched him go, then took a sip of his own tea. Outside, there was a loud crunch, which he suspected was a car being pulverized.
"Not my problem," he declared.
Seriously, what is a crumpet, anyway? I'd look it up myself, but I suspect it's Br*tish in nature, and I don't want that in my search history.
Kidding, of course. But for real, what it is? I genuinely don't know, and by this point, I'm too committed to the bit to actually look it up.
Anyway, not much to report this week story-wise. Like, at all. It's all just kinda going well, you know? No real complaints or updates I can think of off the top of my head. I guess I'm now on AO3, in the event that FFN fucks me over again? This story hasn't been ported over, at least not yet, but I've got a couple of others over there now, too. I'm not gonna stop posting on FFN any time soon, but I will be using AO3 as a backup for most of my stories in case this site starts fucking me again.
If I sound bitter about it, it's because I am. For real. I lost so much potential engagement during that time period, it was super fucking annoying. I still don't even know if it's been fixed or not.
But anyway, that aside, I'm doing alright. Don't really have much else to report, so I'll call it there for now. Thanks for reading, and I hope you all enjoyed!
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