The waters were beginning to settle now. Ripples remained in only two lanes. Charley called “all right you git, enough of your foolishness, OUT!”
When there was no response, Charley dove in. Too late, far too late. The Prince of Farshite and his second in command were already purple and bloated by the time they surfaced. A quick reaction to the poison. Charley muttered viciously,”assassin.”
A tall, voluputuous woman made her way quickly but calmly down the street. Around the corner, shed the disguise and a few seconds later, Solanj continued down the street in her delicate, petite glory.
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Grudgingly, Star gave ground. One tiny footstep at a time, she backed out of the range of the aether pistols, her weakened shields glowing dull orange under the barrage. She chanced a fast look to her rear to find Noemei doing the same, wielding her mundane shield with a grace and elegance Star could only envy. When this gaisi battle was over, Star promised herself she would get Noemei to train her with a shield. Continue reading “Grudgingly – a Stream of Consciousness Saturday tale”
Solanj stared into the refrigerator. Bits stared back. Left over this, unused that. A memory stirred. “No love, no hate, no fear, no fate” she whispered her mantra until it passed. There was only the job. Solanj quickly shut the door and went back to cleaning her weapons.
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The Dead Lands
The stacks still spewed their poison into the air, the barrels of deadly poisons lay unbroken on the ground. A beleaguered Lady Earth had ripped away her own skin to be rid of the invading humans, leaving naught but scorched rock. The Dead Lands they were called. Continue reading “The Dead Lands”
The asylum was vast, and old. Aiyana was sufficiently recovered from her injuries to be allowed out. Nothing remained wrong with her physically. She had no recollection of who she was, where she was from or what wretched events brought her here. Continue reading “The Old Asylum”
A Thorny Problem
Shara’s forest was concealed by a veil and booby trapped. Although most of the Pure Human Revolution League walked right by her little section of forest, somehow Eldbar and Regvat had stumbled right through the veil. She smiled as they became hopelessly entangled in thorny branches.
“Oye Eldbar, we’re so humped. I cannot move at all.”
“Shhhh, you dolt, we’d be a right tasty meal for some snagnasty stuck the way we are.”
Reluctantly, Shara drew the thorns back enough to allow the two to escape and sent her tiny fae friends to make sure they made no wrong turns.
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Meeting at the Bistro
She sat in the bistro looking out at the scene on the sidewalk, taking in the wild cacophony of sound and color that was the energy of this city. Her latte sat untouched, next to an empty notebook as she played the tourist. Solanj looked around, she would have preferred a more private setting for this meeting but the man claimed to have information about her sister’s attackers so she hadn’t tried too hard to change the location of the meet. Continue reading “Meeting at the Bistro”