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"Everyone's secure." Rip's voice sounded through the comms. "We should leave."
Isa was strapped to her chair in the command room and watched the feed for the infirmary, where Ada and Rip had sealed the two new arrivals in trauma pods, then taken seat in the emergency flight chairs.
Bjorn came flying through the doorway, elegantly pivoted towards his seat and clipped in, all in one fluid motion. "Go."
The captain nodded, and with a few commands, the Tori came alive again.
Isa braced herself, and after a dizzying turn, she was once again pressed into her seat with great force, taking her breath away. When the pressure subsided again, she checked the infirmary feed, where Ada was already tending to the pods.
"Anything behind us?" The captain asked.
"Doesn't look like," Marga answered. "But a drone can't cut a hole in a freighter and take two people. They'll know we were there; let's hope it takes 'em long enough for our fumes to disperse."
"So now we might have vengeful pirates and vengeful corpos on our tail." Bjorn sighed, then looked at Isa. "You make good enemies."
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#writing #fiction #smallstories #tootfic #scifi #serial #projectgatekeeper
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#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch
Okiku (Airisu POV): Post 37
#Wss366 Yellow #TimeTravelAuthors WhateverI hadn’t been able to get her to give up the plan of rescuing Okiku-san, but I convinced her to stay away from Lookback Ridge and the presence there. Instead, she drew a magic circle and the required runes in her garden.
On the chosen night, the full moon shone brightly over the neat rows of herbs in her yard. The plants gave off a faint purplish light that I associated with magical energy. The faint scent of shiso, rosemary, and mugwort hung in the air.
As the hour of the ox arrived, Sumika cast yarrow stalks, said the time was favorable, and stepped out into the moonlight. She began chanting and slowly danced backward, widdershins around the chalked lines. I perched on her shoulder, remaining quiet. Now wasn’t the time for me to be clever.
Gradually, a fog arose, first hiding the garden plants, then the stars, and lastly the house. Only the moon remained, casting a diffuse, silvery light. While all this was happening, the circle began to sparkle, giving off a violet radiance. The mist sang back to us in a woman’s voice. As the singing grew louder, a #yellow flickering glow, like a fire, appeared off to one side.
The voice abruptly ceased singing and spoke. “So he has sent someone after all. Welcome, sister. Join me by my fire where it is warm. We have much to discuss, and my time is short.”
#TootFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #Serial #SlowBurn #Yuri #Folklore #NMFic #TimeTravel
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#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch
Okiku (Airisu POV): Post 37
#Wss366 Yellow #TimeTravelAuthors WhateverI hadn’t been able to get her to give up the plan of rescuing Okiku-san, but I convinced her to stay away from Lookback Ridge and the presence there. Instead, she drew a magic circle and the required runes in her garden.
On the chosen night, the full moon shone brightly over the neat rows of herbs in her yard. The plants gave off a faint purplish light that I associated with magical energy. The faint scent of shiso, rosemary, and mugwort hung in the air.
As the hour of the ox arrived, Sumika cast yarrow stalks, said the time was favorable, and stepped out into the moonlight. She began chanting and slowly danced backward, widdershins around the chalked lines. I perched on her shoulder, remaining quiet. Now wasn’t the time for me to be clever.
Gradually, a fog arose, first hiding the garden plants, then the stars, and lastly the house. Only the moon remained, casting a diffuse, silvery light. While all this was happening, the circle began to sparkle, giving off a violet radiance. The mist sang back to us in a woman’s voice. As the singing grew louder, a #yellow flickering glow, like a fire, appeared off to one side.
The voice abruptly ceased singing and spoke. “So he has sent someone after all. Welcome, sister. Join me by my fire where it is warm. We have much to discuss, and my time is short.”
#TootFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #Serial #SlowBurn #Yuri #Folklore #NMFic #TimeTravel
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"Good night, sweet princess." Marga whispered. The drone banked and fired up its main thrusters, pulling around the asteroid in a spiral away from the Tori. The view of the chimera ship became blurry as the drone tried to keep it in frame while also turning at a high rate. For a second, nothing happened, then the ship turned and spit out two bright stars towards the camera.
"Shit." Marga hissed. The image got even worse as the drone launched chaff and dove towards the asteroid, then pulled up at the last second. A flash of light overpowered the sensor for a second before the jagged surface of the asteroid appeared again, rushing by precariously close.
Isa felt nauseous and closed the feed.
"Connection lost." Marga said with a sad look on her face. "Can't risk turning up our transmitter, or they'll know we're here. She's on her own now."
"I'm nearly through." Ada's voice came over the comms.
"Good, Marga bought us some time." The captain answered. "But there's no telling how much."
Isa was chewing her lip again while watching Ada's feed. A burnt circle, just big enough for a person to squeeze through, was nearly complete on the freighter's hull. Ada guided the cutter over the surface at a slow and steady pace.
"Come oooon." Isa mumbled to herself. "Cut. Faster."
It took another couple of minutes for Ada to finish the excision and help the captives through the makeshift exit, but to Isa it felt like a small eternity, her attention jumping between Ada and Bjorn, who kept a close eye on the Tori's sensor feeds.
"We're coming." Ada's voice was tense. "Bring stretchers and prepare trauma kits."
The captain nodded at Rip and Bjorn, who got up and left at once.
Isa felt helpless. Useless.
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#writing #fiction #smallstories #tootfic #scifi #serial #projectgatekeeper
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 99: 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus
#Wss366 Cocktail #TimeTravelAuthors 05/13. Wednesday POST-SIZED snippet (optional word: peace)
While I waited for a servant to lead me inside, I consulted with Emily. The thought of an authentic local meal thrilled me, as did the idea that I could get someone to guide us to St. George’s Shrine later. That was if I could carry off this masquerade. The fact that my host and I didn’t speak the same language worked in my favor; while that I knew nothing about the Coptic faith ran against it. I could only hope that the scholar was as unfamiliar with their dogma as I was.
As if sensing my thoughts, Emily asked, “Do you think you can carry this off?”
“Yeah, I’m conversant with medieval Christian mysticism. I can always whip up a #cocktail of French and German metaphysical nonsense. That should work unless they’re familiar with Coptic beliefs. That’s what this robe is, Coptic. I’m more worried about what will happen when they find out I’m a woman. I have no idea how they’ll react to a holy matron instead of a holy man. It’s a rather chauvinistic era.”
“Aren’t they all?” The bitterness in her tone was clear.
I had to agree. Heaven knows there were still people who wanted to repeal a woman’s right to vote in my time. It never stopped. However, there were more pressing issues for me currently.
“I’ve got it, a mask and a holy vow,” I said.
I manifested a porcelain mask similar to the one Countess Bathory had used.
“What do you think?” I asked.
“Frightening. It’s too fancy. You want something more sacred and less sepulcher. Think humble poverty.”
“More of gravy and less of sepulcher,” I muttered. It was a joke that left Emily puzzling.
The Dickens reference may have gone over her head, but the image of the three Christmas ghosts spurred my imagination.
I reformed the mask into a crude wooden representation of Tiny Tim, a #peaceful but haunted smile on his face, combined with a crown of thorns.
Emily sighed and said, “It’ll do.”
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Yuri
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 99: 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus
#Wss366 Cocktail #TimeTravelAuthors 05/13. Wednesday POST-SIZED snippet (optional word: peace)
While I waited for a servant to lead me inside, I consulted with Emily. The thought of an authentic local meal thrilled me, as did the idea that I could get someone to guide us to St. George’s Shrine later. That was if I could carry off this masquerade. The fact that my host and I didn’t speak the same language worked in my favor; while that I knew nothing about the Coptic faith ran against it. I could only hope that the scholar was as unfamiliar with their dogma as I was.
As if sensing my thoughts, Emily asked, “Do you think you can carry this off?”
“Yeah, I’m conversant with medieval Christian mysticism. I can always whip up a #cocktail of French and German metaphysical nonsense. That should work unless they’re familiar with Coptic beliefs. That’s what this robe is, Coptic. I’m more worried about what will happen when they find out I’m a woman. I have no idea how they’ll react to a holy matron instead of a holy man. It’s a rather chauvinistic era.”
“Aren’t they all?” The bitterness in her tone was clear.
I had to agree. Heaven knows there were still people who wanted to repeal a woman’s right to vote in my time. It never stopped. However, there were more pressing issues for me currently.
“I’ve got it, a mask and a holy vow,” I said.
I manifested a porcelain mask similar to the one Countess Bathory had used.
“What do you think?” I asked.
“Frightening. It’s too fancy. You want something more sacred and less sepulcher. Think humble poverty.”
“More of gravy and less of sepulcher,” I muttered. It was a joke that left Emily puzzling.
The Dickens reference may have gone over her head, but the image of the three Christmas ghosts spurred my imagination.
I reformed the mask into a crude wooden representation of Tiny Tim, a #peaceful but haunted smile on his face, combined with a crown of thorns.
Emily sighed and said, “It’ll do.”
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Yuri
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 99: 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus
#Wss366 Cocktail #TimeTravelAuthors 05/13. Wednesday POST-SIZED snippet (optional word: peace)
While I waited for a servant to lead me inside, I consulted with Emily. The thought of an authentic local meal thrilled me, as did the idea that I could get someone to guide us to St. George’s Shrine later. That was if I could carry off this masquerade. The fact that my host and I didn’t speak the same language worked in my favor; while that I knew nothing about the Coptic faith ran against it. I could only hope that the scholar was as unfamiliar with their dogma as I was.
As if sensing my thoughts, Emily asked, “Do you think you can carry this off?”
“Yeah, I’m conversant with medieval Christian mysticism. I can always whip up a #cocktail of French and German metaphysical nonsense. That should work unless they’re familiar with Coptic beliefs. That’s what this robe is, Coptic. I’m more worried about what will happen when they find out I’m a woman. I have no idea how they’ll react to a holy matron instead of a holy man. It’s a rather chauvinistic era.”
“Aren’t they all?” The bitterness in her tone was clear.
I had to agree. Heaven knows there were still people who wanted to repeal a woman’s right to vote in my time. It never stopped. However, there were more pressing issues for me currently.
“I’ve got it, a mask and a holy vow,” I said.
I manifested a porcelain mask similar to the one Countess Bathory had used.
“What do you think?” I asked.
“Frightening. It’s too fancy. You want something more sacred and less sepulcher. Think humble poverty.”
“More of gravy and less of sepulcher,” I muttered. It was a joke that left Emily puzzling.
The Dickens reference may have gone over her head, but the image of the three Christmas ghosts spurred my imagination.
I reformed the mask into a crude wooden representation of Tiny Tim, a #peaceful but haunted smile on his face, combined with a crown of thorns.
Emily sighed and said, “It’ll do.”
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Yuri
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 99: 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus
#Wss366 Cocktail #TimeTravelAuthors 05/13. Wednesday POST-SIZED snippet (optional word: peace)
While I waited for a servant to lead me inside, I consulted with Emily. The thought of an authentic local meal thrilled me, as did the idea that I could get someone to guide us to St. George’s Shrine later. That was if I could carry off this masquerade. The fact that my host and I didn’t speak the same language worked in my favor; while that I knew nothing about the Coptic faith ran against it. I could only hope that the scholar was as unfamiliar with their dogma as I was.
As if sensing my thoughts, Emily asked, “Do you think you can carry this off?”
“Yeah, I’m conversant with medieval Christian mysticism. I can always whip up a #cocktail of French and German metaphysical nonsense. That should work unless they’re familiar with Coptic beliefs. That’s what this robe is, Coptic. I’m more worried about what will happen when they find out I’m a woman. I have no idea how they’ll react to a holy matron instead of a holy man. It’s a rather chauvinistic era.”
“Aren’t they all?” The bitterness in her tone was clear.
I had to agree. Heaven knows there were still people who wanted to repeal a woman’s right to vote in my time. It never stopped. However, there were more pressing issues for me currently.
“I’ve got it, a mask and a holy vow,” I said.
I manifested a porcelain mask similar to the one Countess Bathory had used.
“What do you think?” I asked.
“Frightening. It’s too fancy. You want something more sacred and less sepulcher. Think humble poverty.”
“More of gravy and less of sepulcher,” I muttered. It was a joke that left Emily puzzling.
The Dickens reference may have gone over her head, but the image of the three Christmas ghosts spurred my imagination.
I reformed the mask into a crude wooden representation of Tiny Tim, a #peaceful but haunted smile on his face, combined with a crown of thorns.
Emily sighed and said, “It’ll do.”
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Yuri
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 99: 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus
#Wss366 Cocktail #TimeTravelAuthors 05/13. Wednesday POST-SIZED snippet (optional word: peace)
While I waited for a servant to lead me inside, I consulted with Emily. The thought of an authentic local meal thrilled me, as did the idea that I could get someone to guide us to St. George’s Shrine later. That was if I could carry off this masquerade. The fact that my host and I didn’t speak the same language worked in my favor; while that I knew nothing about the Coptic faith ran against it. I could only hope that the scholar was as unfamiliar with their dogma as I was.
As if sensing my thoughts, Emily asked, “Do you think you can carry this off?”
“Yeah, I’m conversant with medieval Christian mysticism. I can always whip up a #cocktail of French and German metaphysical nonsense. That should work unless they’re familiar with Coptic beliefs. That’s what this robe is, Coptic. I’m more worried about what will happen when they find out I’m a woman. I have no idea how they’ll react to a holy matron instead of a holy man. It’s a rather chauvinistic era.”
“Aren’t they all?” The bitterness in her tone was clear.
I had to agree. Heaven knows there were still people who wanted to repeal a woman’s right to vote in my time. It never stopped. However, there were more pressing issues for me currently.
“I’ve got it, a mask and a holy vow,” I said.
I manifested a porcelain mask similar to the one Countess Bathory had used.
“What do you think?” I asked.
“Frightening. It’s too fancy. You want something more sacred and less sepulcher. Think humble poverty.”
“More of gravy and less of sepulcher,” I muttered. It was a joke that left Emily puzzling.
The Dickens reference may have gone over her head, but the image of the three Christmas ghosts spurred my imagination.
I reformed the mask into a crude wooden representation of Tiny Tim, a #peaceful but haunted smile on his face, combined with a crown of thorns.
Emily sighed and said, “It’ll do.”
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Yuri
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It was dead silent in the control room of the Tori. Isa's attention was torn between Ada's feed, who had made good progress cutting a hole into the wrecked freighter, and the feed of Marga's freshly highjacked spy drone, showing the enemy ship slowly making its way around the asteroid.
"They must know they're being watched." Rip grumbled while studying the incoming data. "It looks like a kit-bash, but the parts they've picked are high-tech and reliable, and the assembly doesn't look pretty but seems sound."
"Oh I'm flooding their bands with garbage and the occasional exploit, so they definitely know somethings up." Marga said, her face tense with concentration. "I bounce it off the rocks to disguise the direction. Dronita's got powerful transmitters."
"Don't give her a name." Bjorn sighed. "It'll just make it harder to say goodbye."
"How long?" The captain asked Ada over the comms.
"Another ten minutes, give or take, or until the explosion, whatever comes first." Ada answered; her breath labored. "After that, it depends on their condition."
"We don't have fifteen minutes." Marga sighed. "I'll give it another two, then I'll run interference."
"Good." The captain nodded, then looked at Rip. "If they don't take the bait, destroy them."
Rip nodded solemnly.
39/X
#writing #fiction #smallstories #tootfic #scifi #serial #projectgatekeeper
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#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch
Okiku (Airisu POV): Post 36
#Wss366 purple #TimeTravelAuthors WhateverI never did figure out a way to tell her this was a bad idea. The allure of a romantic adventure was too strong to overcome with mere words.
Besides, there were some good reasons to cast the spell. It would be interesting. Mistress would be happy. Watching a real-life yuri romance bloom would be entertaining. Disaster lesbian romances were such a fun trope, and Sumika was the epitome of a disaster lesbian. More practically, I supposed all witches had their allies, and Dōken-shin wasn’t the worst. He certainly wasn’t Mephistopheles or a soul-eating shinigami. At least I hoped not.
Preparation took time. She purchased an Edo-style #purple silk kimono, antibiotics (my suggestion), and a map of Himeji Castle. Money was harder to come by. We bought strings of worn Ming cash coins, but a dealer sorting through them dismissed many as modern copies or inappropriate for the era. We made up the difference with small pieces of cut silver. My estimation of Sumika increased. She was still a bubblehead, but she thought through the process, listened to my advice, and spared no effort in preparing.
Then, after she obtained a week off work, we were ready to go.
Edo Japan, here we come!
#TootFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #Serial #SlowBurn #Yuri #Folklore #NMFic #TimeTravel
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#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch
Okiku (Airisu POV): Post 36
#Wss366 purple #TimeTravelAuthors WhateverI never did figure out a way to tell her this was a bad idea. The allure of a romantic adventure was too strong to overcome with mere words.
Besides, there were some good reasons to cast the spell. It would be interesting. Mistress would be happy. Watching a real-life yuri romance bloom would be entertaining. Disaster lesbian romances were such a fun trope, and Sumika was the epitome of a disaster lesbian. More practically, I supposed all witches had their allies, and Dōken-shin wasn’t the worst. He certainly wasn’t Mephistopheles or a soul-eating shinigami. At least I hoped not.
Preparation took time. She purchased an Edo-style #purple silk kimono, antibiotics (my suggestion), and a map of Himeji Castle. Money was harder to come by. We bought strings of worn Ming cash coins, but a dealer sorting through them dismissed many as modern copies or inappropriate for the era. We made up the difference with small pieces of cut silver. My estimation of Sumika increased. She was still a bubblehead, but she thought through the process, listened to my advice, and spared no effort in preparing.
Then, after she obtained a week off work, we were ready to go.
Edo Japan, here we come!
#TootFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #Serial #SlowBurn #Yuri #Folklore #NMFic #TimeTravel
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#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch
Okiku (Airisu POV): Post 36
#Wss366 purple #TimeTravelAuthors WhateverI never did figure out a way to tell her this was a bad idea. The allure of a romantic adventure was too strong to overcome with mere words.
Besides, there were some good reasons to cast the spell. It would be interesting. Mistress would be happy. Watching a real-life yuri romance bloom would be entertaining. Disaster lesbian romances were such a fun trope, and Sumika was the epitome of a disaster lesbian. More practically, I supposed all witches had their allies, and Dōken-shin wasn’t the worst. He certainly wasn’t Mephistopheles or a soul-eating shinigami. At least I hoped not.
Preparation took time. She purchased an Edo-style #purple silk kimono, antibiotics (my suggestion), and a map of Himeji Castle. Money was harder to come by. We bought strings of worn Ming cash coins, but a dealer sorting through them dismissed many as modern copies or inappropriate for the era. We made up the difference with small pieces of cut silver. My estimation of Sumika increased. She was still a bubblehead, but she thought through the process, listened to my advice, and spared no effort in preparing.
Then, after she obtained a week off work, we were ready to go.
Edo Japan, here we come!
#TootFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #Serial #SlowBurn #Yuri #Folklore #NMFic #TimeTravel
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#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch
Okiku (Airisu POV): Post 36
#Wss366 purple #TimeTravelAuthors WhateverI never did figure out a way to tell her this was a bad idea. The allure of a romantic adventure was too strong to overcome with mere words.
Besides, there were some good reasons to cast the spell. It would be interesting. Mistress would be happy. Watching a real-life yuri romance bloom would be entertaining. Disaster lesbian romances were such a fun trope, and Sumika was the epitome of a disaster lesbian. More practically, I supposed all witches had their allies, and Dōken-shin wasn’t the worst. He certainly wasn’t Mephistopheles or a soul-eating shinigami. At least I hoped not.
Preparation took time. She purchased an Edo-style #purple silk kimono, antibiotics (my suggestion), and a map of Himeji Castle. Money was harder to come by. We bought strings of worn Ming cash coins, but a dealer sorting through them dismissed many as modern copies or inappropriate for the era. We made up the difference with small pieces of cut silver. My estimation of Sumika increased. She was still a bubblehead, but she thought through the process, listened to my advice, and spared no effort in preparing.
Then, after she obtained a week off work, we were ready to go.
Edo Japan, here we come!
#TootFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #Serial #SlowBurn #Yuri #Folklore #NMFic #TimeTravel
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#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch
Okiku (Airisu POV): Post 36
#Wss366 purple #TimeTravelAuthors WhateverI never did figure out a way to tell her this was a bad idea. The allure of a romantic adventure was too strong to overcome with mere words.
Besides, there were some good reasons to cast the spell. It would be interesting. Mistress would be happy. Watching a real-life yuri romance bloom would be entertaining. Disaster lesbian romances were such a fun trope, and Sumika was the epitome of a disaster lesbian. More practically, I supposed all witches had their allies, and Dōken-shin wasn’t the worst. He certainly wasn’t Mephistopheles or a soul-eating shinigami. At least I hoped not.
Preparation took time. She purchased an Edo-style #purple silk kimono, antibiotics (my suggestion), and a map of Himeji Castle. Money was harder to come by. We bought strings of worn Ming cash coins, but a dealer sorting through them dismissed many as modern copies or inappropriate for the era. We made up the difference with small pieces of cut silver. My estimation of Sumika increased. She was still a bubblehead, but she thought through the process, listened to my advice, and spared no effort in preparing.
Then, after she obtained a week off work, we were ready to go.
Edo Japan, here we come!
#TootFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #Serial #SlowBurn #Yuri #Folklore #NMFic #TimeTravel
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (Revised)
EP 2: The Hindenburg – May 3rd, 1937
Bijou arrives on the Hindenburg and meets Emily Pang, a deceased reporter and spy
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial
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"We've got company." Marga announced.
Isa startled, pulling away from Ada's sim feed, which she had been following with anxious fascination, and pulled in the Tori's sensor feed, finding nothing.
"What? Where?" She asked, confused.
"They're approaching in the asteroids' shadow." Marga pushed high-resolution footage of a bulky spaceship onto the main screen. A chimaera of parts from different ships, distinguishable by the various textures and colors on its surface. "Now we know where those engines went."
"How?" Isa marveled. "We have drones?"
"Drone." Marga grinned. "Meet our new friend, a YashemCon deep space surveillance drone with the deluxe sensor package, courtesy of whoever had us tailed from the gate. I used our turn-and-burn to pinpoint and hack it. It was all too eager to lap up any data I would send it."
Red markers sprung up over the feed of the interloper, highlighting spots on the hull where covering panels shifted to reveal recesses in the fuselage. Enhanced snapshots of various parts of the vessel flooded into the tactical feed.
Rip looked at the captain. "They seem to have state-of-the-art offensive and defensive systems. We should avoid a fight."
The captain nodded. "Launchers ready, just in case."
"Aye." Rip tapped their terminal, which made a small tremor run through the Tori. "Ready."
Captain Konrad turned to Marga. "Chicken for the fox?"
"Noooooo." Marga moaned. "I juuust got her." She sighed and closed her eyes. "Whenever you're ready."
"Wait as long as possible, but don't let them see us." The captain looked at Bjorn. "Go as low as possible; keep the barrels pointed at them."
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#writing #fiction #smallstories #tootfic #scifi #serial #projectgatekeeper
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#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch
Okiku (Airisu POV): Post 35
#Wss366 Film #TimeTravelAuthors 05/11. Do your characters ever undo anything?“I'm not in love with her,” Mistress finally said. “I don’t know her. She has been dead for how many years?”
“My pardon, you are not in love, and you are not blushing.”
I hurried to answer her question from memory rather than give her time to continue protesting. "Banchō Sarayashiki is an Edo-era story, so it's been about two or three hundred years."
“And how is that supposed to work? I’m not getting involved in necromancy. I’ve watched enough horror #films to know these things never work out in the mortals’ favor.”
She fingered the wound where I had stabbed her, probably remembering how the kami had almost trapped her before. “Besides, I doubt it’s smart to accept favors from Dōken-shin.”
“Getting cold feet, little lady?” It was my contrariness coming through. She was actually wise not to involve herself with Arakawa Dōken.
While I tried to figure out how to steady my perch, i.e., take back the comment, she studied the spell.
“Oh, I get it now!” she said. “This will allow us to go back in time, and we can save her.”
“Time travel,” I thought. “That would be exciting. Still, what about time paradoxes?”
“Like a romance novel!” she said, clapping her hands.
That last statement worried me.
#TootFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #Serial #SlowBurn #Yuri #Folklore #NMFic #TimeTravel
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#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch
Okiku (Airisu POV): Post 35
#Wss366 Film #TimeTravelAuthors 05/11. Do your characters ever undo anything?“I'm not in love with her,” Mistress finally said. “I don’t know her. She has been dead for how many years?”
“My pardon, you are not in love, and you are not blushing.”
I hurried to answer her question from memory rather than give her time to continue protesting. "Banchō Sarayashiki is an Edo-era story, so it's been about two or three hundred years."
“And how is that supposed to work? I’m not getting involved in necromancy. I’ve watched enough horror #films to know these things never work out in the mortals’ favor.”
She fingered the wound where I had stabbed her, probably remembering how the kami had almost trapped her before. “Besides, I doubt it’s smart to accept favors from Dōken-shin.”
“Getting cold feet, little lady?” It was my contrariness coming through. She was actually wise not to involve herself with Arakawa Dōken.
While I tried to figure out how to steady my perch, i.e., take back the comment, she studied the spell.
“Oh, I get it now!” she said. “This will allow us to go back in time, and we can save her.”
“Time travel,” I thought. “That would be exciting. Still, what about time paradoxes?”
“Like a romance novel!” she said, clapping her hands.
That last statement worried me.
#TootFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #Serial #SlowBurn #Yuri #Folklore #NMFic #TimeTravel
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#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch
Okiku (Airisu POV): Post 35
#Wss366 Film #TimeTravelAuthors 05/11. Do your characters ever undo anything?“I'm not in love with her,” Mistress finally said. “I don’t know her. She has been dead for how many years?”
“My pardon, you are not in love, and you are not blushing.”
I hurried to answer her question from memory rather than give her time to continue protesting. "Banchō Sarayashiki is an Edo-era story, so it's been about two or three hundred years."
“And how is that supposed to work? I’m not getting involved in necromancy. I’ve watched enough horror #films to know these things never work out in the mortals’ favor.”
She fingered the wound where I had stabbed her, probably remembering how the kami had almost trapped her before. “Besides, I doubt it’s smart to accept favors from Dōken-shin.”
“Getting cold feet, little lady?” It was my contrariness coming through. She was actually wise not to involve herself with Arakawa Dōken.
While I tried to figure out how to steady my perch, i.e., take back the comment, she studied the spell.
“Oh, I get it now!” she said. “This will allow us to go back in time, and we can save her.”
“Time travel,” I thought. “That would be exciting. Still, what about time paradoxes?”
“Like a romance novel!” she said, clapping her hands.
That last statement worried me.
#TootFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #Serial #SlowBurn #Yuri #Folklore #NMFic #TimeTravel
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#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch
Okiku (Airisu POV): Post 35
#Wss366 Film #TimeTravelAuthors 05/11. Do your characters ever undo anything?“I'm not in love with her,” Mistress finally said. “I don’t know her. She has been dead for how many years?”
“My pardon, you are not in love, and you are not blushing.”
I hurried to answer her question from memory rather than give her time to continue protesting. "Banchō Sarayashiki is an Edo-era story, so it's been about two or three hundred years."
“And how is that supposed to work? I’m not getting involved in necromancy. I’ve watched enough horror #films to know these things never work out in the mortals’ favor.”
She fingered the wound where I had stabbed her, probably remembering how the kami had almost trapped her before. “Besides, I doubt it’s smart to accept favors from Dōken-shin.”
“Getting cold feet, little lady?” It was my contrariness coming through. She was actually wise not to involve herself with Arakawa Dōken.
While I tried to figure out how to steady my perch, i.e., take back the comment, she studied the spell.
“Oh, I get it now!” she said. “This will allow us to go back in time, and we can save her.”
“Time travel,” I thought. “That would be exciting. Still, what about time paradoxes?”
“Like a romance novel!” she said, clapping her hands.
That last statement worried me.
#TootFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #Serial #SlowBurn #Yuri #Folklore #NMFic #TimeTravel
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#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch
Okiku (Airisu POV): Post 35
#Wss366 Film #TimeTravelAuthors 05/11. Do your characters ever undo anything?“I'm not in love with her,” Mistress finally said. “I don’t know her. She has been dead for how many years?”
“My pardon, you are not in love, and you are not blushing.”
I hurried to answer her question from memory rather than give her time to continue protesting. "Banchō Sarayashiki is an Edo-era story, so it's been about two or three hundred years."
“And how is that supposed to work? I’m not getting involved in necromancy. I’ve watched enough horror #films to know these things never work out in the mortals’ favor.”
She fingered the wound where I had stabbed her, probably remembering how the kami had almost trapped her before. “Besides, I doubt it’s smart to accept favors from Dōken-shin.”
“Getting cold feet, little lady?” It was my contrariness coming through. She was actually wise not to involve herself with Arakawa Dōken.
While I tried to figure out how to steady my perch, i.e., take back the comment, she studied the spell.
“Oh, I get it now!” she said. “This will allow us to go back in time, and we can save her.”
“Time travel,” I thought. “That would be exciting. Still, what about time paradoxes?”
“Like a romance novel!” she said, clapping her hands.
That last statement worried me.
#TootFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #Serial #SlowBurn #Yuri #Folklore #NMFic #TimeTravel
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Anyone interested in my journey tearing down some AirTies Air 4920 ? (a really annoying WiFi Mesh extender that is firmware coupled to an ISP and specific routing setup).
AFAICT nobody else has done this yet, but it's also not super exciting...I managed to solder in some UART pins and get to the pre-boot environment as well as the busybox shell.
I'm debating whether to just mess around with it for my own interest or spend a bit of time documenting it and making a post on my site about it.
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost
Episode 1: 1926: The Folies Bergère—Josephine Baker
A mysterious woman welcomes the nameless ghost to the Roaring 20s
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial
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On today's Samurai Saturday...
Dick Tracy vs. Crime Inc, Chapter 5, Murder at Sea
Then more Shaw Brothers with Clans of Intrigue
#wuxia #samurai #serial #film
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 98: 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus
#Wss366 gloss #TimeTravelAuthors 05/9. Saturday excerpt (optional word: hide/hidden)
Emily soon joined me in the courtyard. After the turbulent street filled with crowds, vendors, and beggars, the citrus-scented space was peaceful or should have been, if it hadn’t been for the cry of a young female voice, saying, “Oh… makaristos Agios Ilarionas… éna tháuma…”
I followed the sound and saw a girl of about ten wearing a white dress that matched the flowers dangling near her face. Her bright eyes and #glossy black hair were barely visible through the second-floor’s vines, where she #hid.
She continued, “Pappoú. “Pappoú. éna tháuma.”
“We’re in the soup now,” Emily said.
As we watched, a gray-haired man armed with a stout cudgel joined her. The girl spoke rapidly to him, gesticulating wildly.
After shooing her out of sight, he called down to us, “Pois eisai?”
I held my hands in the air and said in French, “We’re friends. We mean you no harm.”
The man’s face screwed up, puzzled, and then he shouted into the house. Another man appeared. I guessed he was a scholar from his somber black robes and lean countenance.
The two men spoke while Emily and I conferred. “What should we do?” I asked. “Time-trip to our meeting with the monk?” By “monk,” I meant our former guide.
“Wait,” she replied. “There’s a pattern of things going sideways when we do that.”
It was true. Twice now, tripping had put us in life-threatening positions. First, there’d been the meteor impact, and then there was the less-than-friendly reception we’d just experienced. It didn’t always happen, but it occurred enough to make one wary.
“Who are you?” the scholar called down in accented French.
“I am Bijou, a traveling pilgrim,” I said, bowing. “I mean you no harm. My only wish is to bless your house.”
Out of sight, I heard the girl say, “Pappoú. éna tháuma.”
“She says you performed a miracle, passing through a solid wall.” The man said, making a sign against the evil eye.
“It was God’s blessing upon a humble mendicant. I was seeking St. George’s shrine when outlaws tried to stop me. God is great, and many are his miracles.”
The two men conferred again, and while they did so, Emily addressed me. “Lying it on rather thick there aren’t you?”
“Better than being mistaken for a sorcerer,” I said, crossing myself as if uttering a prayer. “Besides, this is an age of wonders.”
Their conference over, the scholar called to me, “Holy one, would you bless our house by partaking a humble meal with us?”
“It would be my honor,” I said. Luck had finally smiled on me.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Yuri
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The Mad Frank's Dreams: Post 12 Blood, Wine, and Steel
#FanFic #TheApothecaryDiaries
#Wss366 BreadChue watched as Mao entered a room with a low table containing the remains of a meal and scattered flasks. There were no screens, curtains, or furniture in the room large enough to hide behind. Besides the table and a few cushions, the only outstanding feature was a painting in the style of the crucifixion depicted in their cell. This one was of a chalice brimming with light. Over it, the artist had written in sanguine letters, “As #bread and wine, share my flesh.”
“More like ‘blood and wine,’” Chue muttered eyeing the crimson runes.
With the sound of fighting so close, Chue decided they didn’t have time to find a better hiding spot. She moved into the shadows just inside the room’s door, where she could ambush anyone trying to enter.
“Pile the cushions in the corner. Hide in them,” she said, glancing at Mao, who was staring at the table.
Chue returned her focus to the passageway only to have it snap back to the apothecary when she heard Mao say to herself, “You’re a fool, but this is what I have to do.”
Mao bent, picked up a knife from the table, and turned toward the door. Her face was flushed with fever, but the look of grim determination stopped Chue from clicking her tongue.
“Don’t waste your time. I’ve decided,” Mao told her. The resolve in her voice matched her expression.
“Then stand behind me and keep your fangs sharp. I’ll be the bear and you the serpent. Strike fast, sly, and deadly.”
The two fell silent as the sound of fighting died and running footsteps approached.
First, The Mad Frank sped past, a look of terror on his face, then a shadow of a man wielding a sword appeared, creeping along the hallway. The bearer paused, then sprang into the room, weapon raised. Chue barely had time to raise her club to block the blow. The shock of the sword meeting the parry ran through her arm. The blade sliced through the wood, leaving only a stump in her hand.
“Steel!” Mao gasped seeing her mercenary guard about to decapitate Chue.
“Chue, Mao,” the skirmisher responded, her sword stopping barely in time.
“How…” Mao began. Then, overcome by fever, she slumped to the floor.
“Followed The Mad Frank,” Steel replied. She smiled, winked, and picked Mao up like a sack of rice.
Chue smiled back, thinking, “If only the prince were so bold.”
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#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch
Okiku (Airisu POV): Post 34
#Wss366 BashSumika switched on a desk lamp to see the writing in the grimoire. “It’s a spell to… Ah… As far as I can tell, it’s about reuniting severed threads of karma.”
I hopped over to the book and tried to read it. The words and letters squirmed on the page. I made out some Buddhist phrases, but that was about it. Clearly, reading was going to be a struggle. Too bad. I would miss that.
“Anything else?” I asked.
“It mentions Kakuriyo, the spirit land.”
“You don’t need to explain the word. Go on.”
“It talks about breaking barriers and fulfilling ancient promises. Got it! In the dream, you said someone was coming for Okiku. Does this spell allow us to rescue her?”
I cocked my head and peered at her. It was the first intelligent thing this woman had said. Maybe she was trainable after all.
“I was just going to say that,” I crowed.
Mulling over what I knew, I chortled phrases in my throat: “Bullrushes intertwined; uniting severed karmic threads; wishes and dreams.”
I saw a pattern and burst out, “Sumika’s got a girlfriend. A mushy, crushy girlfriend.”
Mistress raised the book as if she were about to #bash me with it, and I took off for the shelf again, screaming, “Oggily, puggily, pie. Your blush is as bright as the summer sky.”
And it was. Her cheeks had flushed a brilliant crimson. If I’d still been human, I would have said she was cute. Ah, heck, even as a crow, I thought she was adorable, all flustered.
“I don’t know Okiku-san. How could I be in love with her?”
“A denial; how maidenly,” I said. “You were wishing for love, weren’t you? Dōken-shin promised to give you what you wished for, and this is the answer. As for knowing her, you don’t now, but you did, and you will. Mistress’s got a crush.”
Sumika glared up at me, but didn’t argue.
“Karma was a bitch,” I thought.
#Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #Serial #SlowBurn #Yuri #Folklore #NMFic
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Udało mi się nareszcie połączyć #Sideband z Windows do mojego #RNode interfejsem #serial co jest trochę bez sensu, bo miało być z #Android po #Bluetooth ale przynajmniej wiem, że mi wezeł działa.
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És akkor ismét egy kis A mi kis falunk!
#AMiKisFalunk #MiKisFalunk #rtl #rtlklub #tv #serial #sorozat #season #tvshow #show
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 97: 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus
#Wss366 Odd #TimeTravelAuthors 05/3 Old buildings in your story
Chaos swirled all around us, making it just possible that we might escape detection. However, that slim chance plunged to zero, thanks to my clothes. If I had worn a neon sign, I couldn’t have been more obvious.
I manifested the religious robes of our guide. They were distinctive, but the hood hid my fair complexion and blonde hair. There was a risk that my act of “sorcery” would backfire, but capture by the Templars would have had an unfortunate ending. Ms. Dubois’ fate was an example of how ruthless the Lapan Cabal was.
The youth had backed us against a wall, and the two guards partially screened us from view. While the odds had improved, I still didn’t like them. Sorcery was my answer to correct that. It wouldn’t cause any harm since I had already broken that taboo.
“Find out what’s on the other side of this wall,” I said in English so Emily would understand. Then, turning to our guide, I resumed in French. “Where can we find you?”
“Tonight at St. George’s Shrine,” he answered. “God be with you.”
I didn’t have time to consider how odd his lack of surprise was. Instead, I focused on the soldiers pushing through the crowd. Their white surcoats with red Maltese crosses marked them as Knights of the Temple of Solomon. Despite their holy orders, they lay about themselves freely with swords and maces, unconcerned by the harm they caused.
A few moments later, Emily returned, saying, “It’s a courtyard surrounded by old buildings. I didn’t see anyone, so we should be safe there.”
Closing my eyes, I willed myself into insubstantiality. I had become quicker at it, but it was still tiring. Without waiting, I thrust my arms into the wall behind us, ignoring the unpleasant muddy sensation, and pushed my way through it.
On the far side, I collapsed onto the courtyard’s flagstones, panting. A glance revealed arches on the lower floor. Vines climbed these on trellises, draping red and white flowers along the second floor's veranda railing. A nearby lemon tree lightly perfumed the air.
I was safe for the moment.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Yuri
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#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch
Okiku (Airisu POV): Post 33 Part 2
#Wss366 Mug[Continued from previous post]
Mistress took the last step forward, picking up the book. “Something new is written here,” she said, beginning to read.
Phantasm
Storehouse laid bare
Echo whisper
Through the water mirror
Bullrushes intertwined“I just dreamed of being in a well,” she said. “Could that be ‘the water mirror?’ What’s the rest mean?”
I scratched my head and cocked it, gazing silently back at her. It was a puzzling piece of verse.
“Well, Airisu?” she said.
Hmph. Figures, I was Airisu again, not Crow. But I could be magnanimous and overlook the earlier slight.
“‘Phantasm,’ ‘echo,’ and ‘whisper’ are ephemeral,” I said. “Yet they’re used here to describe something revealed, i.e., the ‘storehouse laid bare.’ What about dreams, thoughts, or wishes? As you pointed out, the fourth line refers to your dream. I don’t have a clue what it means, but it seems important. The last verse sounds naughty. Were you dreaming about you know what, by any chance?”
She blushed and quickly corrected me, “No, not at all. I was an abused woman counting plates in a well. A crow came and told me to wait for someone. Then it ended.”
“Okiku,” I said. “That’s the woman’s name. It’s from a famous play, ‘The Dish Mansion at Banchō’”
“I’ve heard that story. Everyone has. She’s thrown into a well for breaking a valuable plate.”
“In most versions, she’s innocent,” I corrected. “The samurai Aoyama hid the plate and attempted to blackmail her to be his mistress.”
“Right, right, right. But what does it mean?”
I would have shrugged if I could have. “It’s beyond me. What does it say under that?” I asked, peering at the crabbed handwriting beneath the poem.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #Serial #SlowBurn #Yuri #Folklore
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#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch
Okiku (Airisu POV): Post 33 Part 1
#Wss366 Mug“Ack!” I screamed.
With aggressive footsteps, Mistress rushed into the room, arms swinging, and head thrust forward. It screamed danger.
“Fly away!!!”
She wore a nightgown and a wrap around her shoulders. Her eyes were as fierce as Dōken-shin’s had been when I bravely stood up to him.
I quailed, taking off for the top of a bookshelf. From there, I shouted down, “Crack. The book! The book!”
She moved, and I crouched, ready to take off if she threw something at me.
Instead, she stood in the middle of the floor, arms on her hips, glaring up at me. “This is the middle of the night. It had better be worth it, 'Crow!'”
Discretion being the better part of valor, I decided not to correct her this time. “It’s the book. You have to see it,” I cawed.
“What book? What are you talking about?”
She moved again, and I hopped back.
“Can I come down? You won’t hurt me?” I asked.
She nodded, and I flew down to a desk near the window. Through the glass, the moon shone aqua-blue, illuminating a messy pile of papers and books. A cold #mug of cocoa lay amid remnants of last evening’s meal. In the center of the mess rested an open volume, which I pecked at. “See? It’s here.”
Sumika approached, asking, “What’s here?” She stopped short and stared. “That’s not where I left the grimoire. How did it get here?”
Indeed, the Madousho Mōrō, aka Grimoire Obscuriea, lay with its pages gleaming in the soft moonlight.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #Serial #SlowBurn #Yuri
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On this week's Samurai Saturday:
Dick Tracy vs. Crime Inc, Chapter 4, Dead Man's Trap
Blind Swordsman 9: Adventures of Zatoichi
#samurai #serial #film
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost
#TimeTravelAuthors 1. Introduce your story
Meet Bijou, a time-tripping “ghost” without a past and her companion Emily, late of the Hindenburg disaster, as they attempt to unravel the mysteries of #TimeTravel, #Illuminati, #KnightsTemplar, and Lapan Cabal.
Visit Amelia Earhart, Nostradamus, Faust, and others in a landscape spanning from the Cretaceous–Paleogene extinction event to the wastelands of the future, with stop-offs on the Hindenburg, Titanic, and Crusader Cyprus.
It’s a sophisticated #sapphic pulp-inspired story reminiscent of Edgar Rice Burroughs, without the baggage.
Revised, edited, and retconed.
Tags: #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Serial
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The Mad Frank's Dreams: Post 11 Steel on Steel
#FanFic #TheApothecaryDiaries
#Wss366 PaceChue picked a random direction and set off, listening all the while for signs of danger. Hampered by Mao’s condition, the #pace was slow. Things didn’t improve when Mao gathered herself together and said, “I can walk on my own,” pushing Chue away.
Mao received a dubious look, but her rescuer stepped away. This freed her hand to wield the cudgel if necessary. Against a well-armed foe, it would be useless, but it was all she had.
After only a few steps, Chue halted. “Listen!”
At first, the sound of clashing metal was faint but grew louder as they listened. A scream sounded, followed by the sound of running feet that stopped moments later with another crash of steel on steel.
“Hide!” Chue said, pointing to a side room. “I’ll hold them off.”
Mao hesitated.
“The prince needs you, and the emperor needs the prince. Chue is nothing but a one-handed clown. Go!”
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“Go! Don’t let Chue’s death be in vain!”
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https://www.europesays.com/sk/?p=57357 Drogy, rakovina a sláva hviezd v červených plavkách. Herci Pobrežnej hliadky po 25 rokoch #Baywatch #Celebrities #Celebrity #DavidHasselhof #Entertainment #evita #FamousPeople #PamelaAnderson #PobrežnáHliadka #seriál #SK #SlávneOsobnosti #Slovak #Slovakia #Slovenčina #Slovensko #Zábava
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https://www.europesays.com/sk/?p=57281 Drogy, rakovina a sláva hviezd v červených plavkách. Herci Pobrežnej hliadky po 25 rokoch #Baywatch #Celebrities #Celebrity #DavidHasselhof #Entertainment #evita #FamousPeople #PamelaAnderson #PobrežnáHliadka #seriál #SK #SlávneOsobnosti #Slovak #Slovakia #Slovenčina #Slovensko #Zábava
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https://www.europesays.com/sk/?p=57126 Drogy, rakovina a sláva hviezd v červených plavkách. Herci Pobrežnej hliadky po 25 rokoch #Baywatch #Celebrities #Celebrity #DavidHasselhof #Entertainment #evita #FamousPeople #PamelaAnderson #PobrežnáHliadka #seriál #SK #SlávneOsobnosti #Slovak #Slovakia #Slovenčina #Slovensko #Zábava
