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Sunny DaysIt was a lovely warm morning, a rarity these past few months, and many people were taking advantage of it. The streets were bustling with people and merchants trying to sell frozen treats and fresh fruit.
Even Paul had deigned to have his breakfast in the garden. Having had the servants bring a table and chairs there, he was now sitting in the shade, enjoying a cup of coffee and the quiet morning. Until Darren came bursting into the garden, cursing and muttering profanities.
"That little wretch. Good for nothing... If I find him," Darren cursed, pacing back and forth in front of the table.
With a sigh Paul set down the cup and prepared for a rant, "Is something wrong?"
"I'll wring the bastard's neck when I find out who it was," Darren said, stopping behind one of the chairs and gripping it's back until his knuckles turned white. Paul sat quietly in his chair, waiting patiently for his friend to continue.
"You remember that theft I've been planning?" Darren asked after
A Wish"I wish I had some work," Darren said lazily.
"You can go and clean up the stables if you need something to do," Paul said without taking his eyes off a book he was reading. No doubt another dome packed full of history of philosophy.
"As am I. Look, if you need work then go out and find some instead of sitting here all day long and complaining."
"That's easier said than done," Darren laughed sourly. "You know very well that what I do is considered illegal by most people, the king among them."
"Then do something that isn't illegal."
"Well,"Paul began to say, finally taking his eyes off the book, when a servant entered.
"There is someone to see you Sir."
Darren, having been lounging in an armchair up until now, suddenly sat up straight.
"Front of back door?"
The servant frowned. "The front door," he said without even trying to hide his annoyance.
Darren frowned as well and sank back into the chair with a small grunt and a look of disappointment on his face.
Can you hear me?In which Darren faces the prospect of being shot and eaten.
"Can you Hear me?" Darren yelled at the innkeeper. The white haired old man standing on the other side of the bar didn't look at him and continued cleaning a beer glass.
"HELLO?" He tried again, this time waving his hand in front of the man.
"Stop yer shoutin'! I can hear ye just fine," the innkeeper snapped, finally noticing his customers, "Whadda ya want?"
Darren let out a sigh: "Just a glass of whiskey."
"Whiskey!" Darren growled, his patience worn thin.
"Oh. Why didn't ya say so. We're fresh out of the stuff up here. If ya want any you gotta go down them stairs into the basement," the innkeeper gestured behind him, "And bring a cask back up. My back isn't what it used to be."
"Really? You don't look that old and frail to me." Darren remarked. The innkeeper was as big as a bear and most likely had the strength of one as well.
He got angry at the remark, began to say something then b
[HYPNO] Lessons from Kenny or: Fainting in Coils"Look, I was maybe a LITTLE impressed with those big arms of yours--hell, you got a swell singing voice too. But THIS? Look, not for nothing, but I've seen handbags that were more intimidating then this...Which reminds me, what's with the coloring here on the tip? The only place that has red on it. You get bored and dye that one spot and then think better of it or...?"
Sometimes, he really needed to learn to just keep his yap shut.
"Would it help if I apologized?"
"Come on! I was only teasing! It's not like you don't tease people!" Tarot sighed, twisting his torso back and forth a moment, looking incredibly uncomfortable. Though, of course he was uncomfortable--he was bound from the waist down to his feet in thick, serpent coils that held him fast. It's not like he was in any danger; the coils were tight enough to hold him but not nearly enough to threaten his life. But dammit he hated it all the same. "For someone with snakeskin you seem to have a low to
Under the Night Sky The flames flickered, slowly retreating from their former height to lick solely around the charred wood. Everyone had gone to bed now, there was no point in keeping the fire going, especially if it was going to go unwatched. Chantal watched it die. She was the last one remaining. She would likely be awake for some time yet. Her green eyes fell onto the tents and then to Raven. She paused; the girl was looking nervous when Chantal mentioned the Circle. She meant what she said, about it being good that Raven avoided the Circle. But... perhaps the thought made her paranoid? The little woman chuckled mirthlessly to herself. Apostates.
When the fire had finally burned pass its capacity, Chantal got up from her spot and found herself cleaning up the site. There was nothing else to do, no one to talk to, and she was fully awake. And this way, no one could claim that she did nothing. She couldn’t help earlier, there were too many people. She brought the di
Just Another Second In My HeadSo, here we are at the end of the world. Well when I say world I mean the end of the human race’s input upon things. No more pollution, carbon fumes will be gone, no more coke cans on the street or McDonalds burger wrappers flying in the air. It’s just going to be nature from now on, like it should have been from the beginning, just the animals, the plants and the trees.
It’s funny really; I spent my whole life trying to save the people on this stinky piece of rock. I spent every day trying to make people happy. Trying to make their lives just that little bit more bearable and for what? So I can sit here in the back garden, with the lukewarm rain pouring over me as I watch a war unfold in front of my very eyes. Okay, So I may have been the one to start this war but that doesn’t mean I had to do it or anything…I just got bored one day and me and my blue eyed friend over there who is currently riding a narwhal, ran out of pie and figure that we should
You have always been strong. Where your siblings were wild, loud, and careless things, you were the stony silence, the heart that beat steady and unhurried. You felt the sun, the moon, the stars, the solid ground beneath your paws all the same; but they were not quite as in tuned as you. They parted their jowls and howled for the night sky, and you were content to lift your snout in dignified quiet. In your wolf skin you love the feel of your fur bristled and your muzzle wet with blood. Even with dripping teeth and hackled fur you are a graceful stature.
In your girl-skin you are still strong, though sometimes you like it less. Your limbs are compact with muscle, your skin is silk and wire; soft flesh over hard muscle and bone. You let your hair grow past your shoulders and you are fierce even with the gait of a teenage girl. Your classmates will watch and gossip behind small, un-calloused hands. They marvel at the
The Spaces Between Their MovesA small boat approached the barren, rocky island. The blackened and soggy remnants of other vessels stretched across the jagged stones like ladies on fainting couches, but spoke of peril as much as exhaustion. The waves grew choppy near the shore and the boat tossed, but one of the occupants expertly angled the tiller, guiding the single-sail craft safely to a tiny beach. Other boats were here as well, dragged up onto the sand but long since claimed by time and storm, no longer hoping their masters might return to sail once more.
"Are you certain?" asked the pilot, hand still on the tiller. "There is no shame in turning about, I would speak of it to no one."
"I must," said the warrior calmly. "I took a vow, never to cast aside a worthy quest." The sailor bowed his head sadly.
"Then I will return, once only, in three days as we agreed. I hope to find you waiting here victorious, but I fear we shall not speak again. I cannot see how
[Transformation] The Djinn ForgeThe said it was perhaps one of the oddest and most incredible inventions of magical technology in the history of the Alaghan. A forging together of the engineering of mankind, the magic of the ages and the rituals of the primal past. And while it was more or less lost to the anals of history, Tarot had found it.
The Djinn Forge.
According to the legends, by placing in a series of required offerings to the ancient gods and saying the proper chants at the proper times, one could stand before the alter and the machine would forge together whatever the user asked for, just like a djinn of old. Granted the required offerings was unknown, the time was a mystery and, well--most chalked it up to legends and fairy tales. But it was on such tales that Tarot thrived and so he went about seeking it out all the same.
And he struck the proverbial gold, finally. After some digging and exploring in various temples, he finally found the thing, hidden deep within the deserts just beyond Little Ala-Mhigo
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I can't believe you guys got into a sword fight over a chicken nugget
Oh, so that's where all the scratches came from...
"You two are idiots," Caleb growled, pinching the bridge of his nose while Wren and Catherine tended to the multitude of slashes, cuts, and bleeding that decorated the limbs and body of both Mike the World-Wanderer and Gabriel, the Angel of World's Ending. "Seriously? Sword fighting over a box of chicken nuggets?!"
"They were mine!"
"He promised me chicken last time he showed up!"
"Why did Martel even allow you the time and energy to pull out your sword, Magpie?" the redhead sighed, wanting to throw them both out of the Archives for some peace and quiet, but that would just give them more room to fight again.
"Self defense?" Gabriel didn't speak, just shot Mike a glare that was returned with the dark-haired young man sticking his tongue out.
"Don't do that! I don't understand what that means!"
"For the love of Martel,
50 Word Mini Sagas"What are you doing?"
"What does it looks like I'm doing? I'm trying to... argh... see if I can... oww... get to the roof... bloody nail... from this window."
"But does it have to be the window that's facing the street?"
"Think of it as advertisement!"
"Look Bob, Darren's up to something again."
"I've been tellin' ya: if ya need somethin' done hire Darren. He'll get it done and for cheap! Unlike the rest of 'em cut-throats down at the docks."
"Didn't ya say the same 'bout Mad Mort yesterday?"
"My god, Martha, what is this city coming to? First people climbing out of windows and now beggars fighting in the middle of the street! Where's the watch when you need them?"
"I'm telling you, dear, it all because of the pollen."
"You're probably right, dear."
"All right, you proved that you can get to the roof. Can you come down now? People are starting to gather."
"Say... are these yours?"
"How did they...For god's sake give me those!"
"I didn't know you were into such
The BeginningHe told them, of course. He told those idiots everything, the whole damn story, including the blunder he'd made, and its consequences. Looking back on it later, he realized he had probably been in shock the whole time. It made sense, anyone would have been.
Soph was about twenty years old, and he'd been that way for a couple of years already, ever since the Hoarde had started attacking humanity from the past. Every day that passed, they ate at another day in the past. It sickened him. Those creatures had absolutely no regard for proper time and causality protocols.
It didn't seem to affect anyone else that way, though.
The Hoarde was the result of a human creation, of course, like everything bad in the world, though no one else knew about them. Then again, no one else had undiluted access to the power of creation. Even he didn't know much about the Hoarde, only that they appeared through some tear in The Fabric of The World and started killing people off. They appeared at some point in
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