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When his set concluded several minutes later, the grey-skinned elf lowered his lute, rose one hand, and began to utter a simple incantation. An ethereal songbird appeared above his head, and spread its wings wide and wider still, until it was collapsing outwards in a wave of pleasant blue and...

Skilled fingers plucked on taut lute-strings, the melody uplifting and fair. The Raven’s Rest was a busy establishment, flush with all manner of patrons. Through the din, the bard played on, only half-pleased with the coins the drunkards tossed into the bowl at his feet. This was a tavern just...

Firebrand @Pokeking // @sspky

@Emeraude && @sspky * * * Skilled fingers plucked on taut lute-strings, the melody uplifting and fair. The Raven’s Rest was a busy establishment, flush with all manner of patrons. Through the din, the bard played on, only half-pleased with the coins the drunkards tossed into the bowl at his...

"Great," Hobbes said, sliding the tray on to his lap, "That's great. Thank you." Through his upbringing, and his time spent in the army, Hobbes had been installed with a proper understanding of table manners and public decorum. None of that was apparent as he dug into the bland, unappetizing...

(( Hell yiss :D )) When Ben Hobbes was twelve, he'd ridden that nightmarish wooden roller coaster on Coney Island. That was the first time he'd felt that real, genuine rush of freefall. It really put those playground swingsets to shame, that was for sure. Many years later, he'd experienced...

Hobbes's heart jumped up into his throat. He swatted one hand at his right ear instinctively, as if he were swatting at a buzzing fly. The sudden movement sent a tinge of hot pain through his stitched-up stomach. The hell had that been? He stared across the dusk-lit room, his wan face pulled...

"I can't make you any promises," he replied, "But I'll do what I can." And if he was going to keep himself from getting whacked, then he needed to get himself out of this damn bed. Although he'd be glad to see the back of Kling, he also had a feeling the officer was probably a lot less corrupt...

It took a few moments for that sudden, inexplicable wave of panic to finally subside. Hobbes wasn't exactly a stranger to the sensation -- the war had left him with perhaps more mental scars than physical, which was impressive considering the state of his body -- and he was grimly familiar with...

"She called me, Kling," he corrected the officer, "Begged me to come and speak with her. Broad only shot me when I told her the jig was up, and that she'd better consider turning herself in." Once again, it was her word against his, and by the sounds of it, poor miss Marsh wouldn't be saying...

Right. Of course. The mob. Ben was mentally kicking himself for ever getting involved in this bloody case. He should have known better than to get mixed up with anything that even smelt like organized crime. If worse came to worse, he’d need to skip town and lay low. He hoped it wouldn’t have...

“I haven’t made a habit of it, no. And anyway, the last I checked,” he said, gently patting the blanket above his bandaged stomach, “She’s the one who shot me. You arrest her yet, by the by? For that, and the murder?” He was fishing for information. For all he knew, Miss. Marsh was taking up a...

“Great. That’s great, buddy.” Isaac replied, his fingers drumming excitedly at the surface of his terminal screen. His smile widened when he recognized the look of confusion on Connor’s face. That was the first instance of the android looking anything close to human -- despite his well-designed...

Flashing Conner a warm enough smile, Isaac said, “Yeah, that’s not even close to what I was referring to, buddy.” He didn’t doubt the capabilities of the android as a research assistant. Conner had a computer for a brain, after all -- logic and computations were in his very nature. But at 46...

Whistling once when Conner finished his monologue, Isaac remarked, “It’s a good thing you don’t need to stop to breathe, eh?” If the android was only 46 minutes old, Isaac supposed that accounted for a lot of things. He was surprised the androids weren’t given an off-mission test run before...

“Parents, siblings, a gaggle of nieces and nephews,” he corrected Connor, “And sure, I miss them, but they’re a holo-call away.” Family aside, Isaac was a social enough man who had already settled in fairly well with his peers aboard the Mercury 7. On top of that Isaac was serving with several...

“Cool,” he said, “Cool, cool, cool. I’ll fire off an alert to Ensign Johjan. She can upgrade the hydroponic rotation to account for the time dilation in hyperspace.” He was talking to himself as much as he was to the android at the terminal across from him. Nanoseconds and <0.0005% margins of...

“If you say so, buddy,” Isaac replied to the androids comment about his name. He wondered who had assigned Conner that name int he first place. Perhaps every model came with a more human-readable alias? If that were the case, then Isaac supposed that it had likely be assigned randomly during...

Bobbing his head along to a particularly catching refrain, Isaac was too deep in his own thoughts to notice the android approach. On hearing his name, Officer Lloyd’s head snapped up, his shoulders straightening into military attention. Once he noticed who was addressing him, he relaxed...

Grumbling, the witch waited for the stranger to still before she cautiously approached. “Hrmph. Bloody useless,” she prodded an armoured shoulder with her barefoot, “Bloody outsiders.” From what she gathered from the exhausted stranger’s ramblings, it seemed this outsider had, in fact, been...