“I felt it was prudent, seeing how you always react to bad family things. Thought maybe it would lessen the blow on the owner’s children.” Alex statement caught me off guard, but I knew where it was going.
“Owners children?”
“Yes, apparently the old owner sold it to his brother…”
“But the brother didn’t want to deal with it, and lalala family fight?” a familiar story,
“Indeed. Looks like family issues are true even here.”
I rolled my eyes “Lot less murder about them though. What are you tapping?”
He looked down, as if he had forgotten it was there. “Oh yes, this, it’s a laptop I picked up while you slept. It’s what you use to interface with stores from a distance, and something called the internet. It’s quaint, like what the roots might have looked like a thousand years ago. Want to try?”
I snuggled into my chair. “No thank you.”
“Also, I was looking around, apparently you aren’t allowed to walk around like that.”
I raised an eyebrow “not allowed to look like a 7 foot tall feline ape hybrid? Thank you for the update Alex, I wouldn’t have known.”
Showing posts with label action. Show all posts
Showing posts with label action. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
A New World (Part 1)
It was my first day on earth, and so far so standard. The sky was blue the ground was solid and the intelligent spices was bi pedal and civilized, for the most part anyway. I looked back at my second, Alex, who was trudging along behind me, resigned to our new existence on a back-water no-name world that had been thrust upon him after he refused to let me leave our home world on my own.
I was excited to see the place that Alex had scouted to be our new home and cover story. It had been a bar and restaurant for a long time. Then one of the sons took it over and drove it into the ground as his gambling problem had gotten worse. His brother now owned it and seemed eager to get it sold off, bad memories or some such.
I saw the man and waved as we walked up, ignoring Alex glare of disapprove at my obvious excitement. The old man shook my hand and offered to show me around the inside of the building, but I declined, saying that I thought better when I was on my own, asking Alex to collect the details on the place while I did an in-depth scan of the underlying plumbing and structure.
I was excited to see the place that Alex had scouted to be our new home and cover story. It had been a bar and restaurant for a long time. Then one of the sons took it over and drove it into the ground as his gambling problem had gotten worse. His brother now owned it and seemed eager to get it sold off, bad memories or some such.
I saw the man and waved as we walked up, ignoring Alex glare of disapprove at my obvious excitement. The old man shook my hand and offered to show me around the inside of the building, but I declined, saying that I thought better when I was on my own, asking Alex to collect the details on the place while I did an in-depth scan of the underlying plumbing and structure.
Friday, July 25, 2014
El'Tash: Elliott's Story (part 1)
Warning: Graphic Violence
Part of our group is starting a Pathfinder campaign in an original setting of the DM's (Suleman's) creation. Here I shall record the events of the campaign from the perspective of my character, Elliott Durand.
The air crackled and took on a static charge. A light breeze began to blow through the darkened chamber, though nothing stirred, too heavy to be moved by a simple brush of wind. Sparks danced along the metallic surfaces of the room, coalescing towards a focal point in the middle of the room. A moment later, reality itself seemed to tear apart as a roaring rift opened near the ceiling. From its flashing lights a dark, humanoid shape tumbled, crashing into the floor.
“Owww…” the shape said, though the howling wind of the rift drowned the word out. After being unceremoniously dumped on the floor, the figure was left in total darkness as the rift vanished as suddenly as it appeared.
Shuffling about, the figure rose to its feet. Its clothes rustled as its arms moved about, trying in vain to cast a spell.
Part of our group is starting a Pathfinder campaign in an original setting of the DM's (Suleman's) creation. Here I shall record the events of the campaign from the perspective of my character, Elliott Durand.
The air crackled and took on a static charge. A light breeze began to blow through the darkened chamber, though nothing stirred, too heavy to be moved by a simple brush of wind. Sparks danced along the metallic surfaces of the room, coalescing towards a focal point in the middle of the room. A moment later, reality itself seemed to tear apart as a roaring rift opened near the ceiling. From its flashing lights a dark, humanoid shape tumbled, crashing into the floor.
“Owww…” the shape said, though the howling wind of the rift drowned the word out. After being unceremoniously dumped on the floor, the figure was left in total darkness as the rift vanished as suddenly as it appeared.
Shuffling about, the figure rose to its feet. Its clothes rustled as its arms moved about, trying in vain to cast a spell.
Occasionally known as Brian, I have been involved in the 40K hobby since 2002. I have been playing the Lords of Oblivion that entire time, though I began expanding to additional armies in 2007. I am heavily involved in all aspects of the hobby, though the lore/fluff is my biggest draw. I was on the Bolter and Chainsword's Librarium staff for several years.
Sunday, July 13, 2014
Vampire child part 3
I am now re-writing this, but here is the last part of the attempt i have been posting.
It seemed to work better with three hands, not having to use a finger as an in-between to keep her occupied.
“Dose she always chew on things?” Andréa looked at him before walking towards the rocking chair in the corner of the room. Thomas nodded.
“She starts crying otherwise, even when she was a newborn. Why? I have no idea.”
Donna piped up again “if her mother was still alive she would be latched onto a flap of skin on the back of her neck, it’s to keep their heads from bouncing and assists in developing neck muscles. As we take care of her, we will do exercises that will do much the same thing.”
It seemed to work better with three hands, not having to use a finger as an in-between to keep her occupied.
“Dose she always chew on things?” Andréa looked at him before walking towards the rocking chair in the corner of the room. Thomas nodded.
“She starts crying otherwise, even when she was a newborn. Why? I have no idea.”
Donna piped up again “if her mother was still alive she would be latched onto a flap of skin on the back of her neck, it’s to keep their heads from bouncing and assists in developing neck muscles. As we take care of her, we will do exercises that will do much the same thing.”
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Focus, Man, Focus!
This was an attempt to do some literal stream of consciousness. You can also listen to an audio reading of this story by me here. Click continue for the text.
Occasionally known as Brian, I have been involved in the 40K hobby since 2002. I have been playing the Lords of Oblivion that entire time, though I began expanding to additional armies in 2007. I am heavily involved in all aspects of the hobby, though the lore/fluff is my biggest draw. I was on the Bolter and Chainsword's Librarium staff for several years.
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Vampire Child Origins (part 2)
He opened the door to see two women standing there, one in her thirties, the other in her mid-forties. They were both dressed in white blouses, maroon cardigans pencil skirts down past the knee with black buckle shoes. Badges on the cardigans marked them, stamping Nanny Brigade on their left shoulders.
“Mr. Riovas? My name is Donna, this Andréa We are here on behalf of the UAO, you asked for a certified nanny?” the older woman spoke in a clear concise tone that reminded Thomas of a sister he had as a teacher in catholic school.
“Mr. Riovas? My name is Donna, this Andréa We are here on behalf of the UAO, you asked for a certified nanny?” the older woman spoke in a clear concise tone that reminded Thomas of a sister he had as a teacher in catholic school.
Thursday, December 19, 2013
Vampire Child Origins (part 1)
When Thomas Riovas married Allay, he didn’t think he would outlive her. Most people don’t think they are going to outlive their spouse, but he had even less reason to see it coming. Allay had been alive almost as long as humans had been civilized, being born in one of the northern providences of ancient Mesopotamia, circa 1500 BC.
As far as he knew, being married to a vampire was no different than being married to a normal woman, aside from her getting into debates with history professors. She had never even bitten him, she had been purely on a diet of bag blood, which he understood to be the case with most vampires now, as the licensing process for live feedings was long and a pain in the ass.
As far as he knew, being married to a vampire was no different than being married to a normal woman, aside from her getting into debates with history professors. She had never even bitten him, she had been purely on a diet of bag blood, which he understood to be the case with most vampires now, as the licensing process for live feedings was long and a pain in the ass.
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