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GROUP 1 @Goonfire @Corn Orc Vandal @Aegis @SilverFlight Annik looked confused and aghast. Abomination? What in the world? Why? Civilization never failed to profoundly confuse the Kellid, but boy it became more and more depressing. A wave of pity and sympathy washed over the girl, and her...

The Meeting Lincoln Prison - The MS13 Cell Block tw: sexual innuendo When some pretty boy Madison didn't know burst into the super secret clubhouse meeting of the rebellion, announcing in breathless tones that Weston had been hauled off to solitary, Madison's stomach gave an uncomfortable...

The Meeting Lincoln Prison - The MS13 Cell Block Madison could see something in Toni's eyes. She wasn't psychic, but it didn't take a mind reader to see a feeling that wasn't blind, diffuse anger or enough bravado to inflate a dozen party balloons. When he slapped her hand away but made no...

Molly GoodbarrelApril 28th 1848, Camp Outside Independence The fortune-teller had been relentlessly cheerful during the group's brief travels, tying up her skirts and tossing her shoes into the wagon before letting folk more experienced with these waters lead her and her home across the...

The Meeting Lincoln Prison - The MS13 Cell Block The first crack about her appearance from the man named Toni got him a sharp look, but no immediate response. Frankenstein was the scientist, not the monster, and that rather well-known fact by itself meant this guy didn't know shit about shit. A...

GROUP 1 @Goonfire @Corn Orc Vandal @Aegis @SilverFlight When Dunan laughed, followed suit by the Sick Man in Yellow Metal whose name was apparently what Annik had taken to mean 'to move at speed', she initially flushed but the shell of embarrassment cracked and sloughed away as laughter...

GROUP 1 @Goonfire @Corn Orc Vandal @Aegis @SilverFlight Magic was a tricky thing. So much of it was stolen from ancient Gods who were never meant to be the Gods of men. Sometimes, Men and Women were gifted by the Gods with the power to hear the Wild, speak to the Wild, to know its secrets...

The Meeting Lincoln Prison - The MS13 Cell Block Madison hated her body. Getting here had been the most humiliating hour-and-a-half she'd spent in months, and that very much included being on the receiving end of innumerable sponge baths by brusque nurses who would really rather have been...

GROUP 1 @Goonfire @Corn Orc Vandal @Aegis @SilverFlight Annik entered a room full of harsh angles and straight lines, a floor that didn't give at all to her feet, her face exposed and silvery-white hair around her shoulders. The three men she knew would be here were standing about, and...

GROUP 1 @Goonfire @Corn Orc Vandal @Aegis @SilverFlight Annik crept along the edge of the roof and peeked over. Though the mob had devolved into violence against itself, at least the people below were finding their spirit. These people had been slaves for too long, and finding one's freedom...

Lincoln Infirmary Gods...... three entry and exit wounds. That meant Sneaks had gotten shot. Getting stabbed didn't come with that kind of terminology. Bullets carried their own language, wholly apart from the lingo of gun designations, the esoteric species of this gun, the genus of carbine or...

Lincoln Infirmary "Best way to deal with th'dead is to take things methodical. Teamwork makes th' dream work, an that dream is keeping your meat where it belongs. Do yer jobs. Do not improvise. Stay in position. Be a good lil'meat machine and kill your enemies an' not yerselves or yer...

Molly GoodbarrelApril 28th 1848, Independence, Missouri Molly had only just nodded towards the persons she knew (or presumed) were armed, before a high whistle cut through the air like an arrow, loud enough to make a dog wince and sharp as daggers. As Molly assumed was the whistlers intent...

GROUP 1 @Goonfire @Corn Orc Vandal @Aegis @SilverFlight The Not-Karwa answered her question with genuine ignorance, a frankness she both appreciated and recognized as a precursor to a deeper truth. So many in these strange lands were little more than sleepwalkers, present in the world only...

Molly GoodbarrelApril 28th 1848, Independence, Missouri Molly was accustomed to tracking her surroundings with a certain degree of hyper lucidity. One never knew when a shouted 'HEY!' or confused 'Wait just a minute...' might waft her way, and it was far better to be prepared. The arrival of a...

Molly GoodbarrelApril 28th 1848, Independence, Missouri Molly Goodbarrel watched as a flamboyant man with hair as black as her own wobbled from one side of the street to the other, cigarette dangling from his lips and sword by his side (sword? Who in the world used swords?). He was obviously...

Molly GoodbarrelApril 28th 1848, Independence, Missouri Molly Goodbarrel was having an awesome day. Her horses were fed, watered, and bore fresh shoes; her night in Independence had been a lucrative one; and though she needed to move on, a poster proclaiming a wagon train out West sounded...

Lincoln Infirmary Cells. Weston was talking about cells. It was a smart move, though Madison didn't know whether to give Weston or someone else the credit. He was a man doing his best to become a better one, but he'd fallen from one violent high-control group into another, and it was only now...

GROUP 1 @Goonfire @Corn Orc Vandal @Aegis @Daylight Fantasy Annik simply LOATHED walking on ground level. The smell, briefly relieved by a jaunt on the beach now resumed full-force, and it took everything the girl had not to take to the walls and the roofs in turn. Ugh, the Sick Man in...

Lincoln Infirmary Listen, Weston said, grasping at Madison's hand and giving it a press, doing his best to speak in veiled tones and circumspect metaphor and ending with an appropriately snappy call to arms. He'd gathered support or had joined a preexisting group of malcontents. He was serious...