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One may see how this world goes with no eyes. Hawke walked through the seedy streets of Lowtown, making her way back to her home. The dusk painted the parchment-coloured walls rich reds and golds, and by the time they reached her mansion, the noble stones would be swathed in blue-black night.
Isabela walked at Hawke's right, her long fingers nestling Hawke's elbow, as was her custom. Hawke looked to her lover with a half-grin. Her body was made for sin, from her face, tanned red and bathed in redder light, her arms strong with a life spent pulling herself back to her feet, her legs well-formed and powerful from her favourite pursuits.
Her eyes, too, caught the light, and Hawke's deep blue eyes were drawn to the other woman's gold. There was more to those eyes than what appeared in them readily. More than their beauty, their twinkling mischief, and even the way they misted when her smile was too happy.
Yet they weren't the eyes Hawke really wanted. Hawke had memorized a face that would never look at her with the adorati
Nothing untowardEvelyn set down the cloth she had been using to polish her name plate. She looked at the desk ornament again with pride, feeling the weight of the duty her title set on her strong shoulders.
Evelyn Fallon Chief of Police
She sat down at her desk, straightening the burnt orange epaulets on her shoulders. She deposited the cloth in her chest of drawers and fetched a pen and stationary emblazoned with the NYPD insignia at the header.
"To Sen. Kirk Orson-"
A soft knock at the door roused her from her train of thought. Through the frosted glass with her name painted on, Evelyn saw an outline that brought a little half-smile to the corner of her mouth.
"Come in, Donna," she said in a businesslike tone, her thick Southie Boston accent belying without a doubt that she was not from the metropolis she proudly served.
Donna opened the door slowly, and walked in with her cap under one arm. Though her posture was perfect, almost military, her smile was mischievous.
Evelyn looked into Donna's
Dr. Chakwas and Commander Shepard RomanceDr. Chakwas finished bandaging Shepard's arm, her skillful fingers and light touch avoiding causing undue pain. She peeled off her gloves and threw them away.
"You're lucky, commander," Chakwas said with a hint of reprimand. "The shot passed clean through the arm. Shouldn't be any permanent damage. It might not even scar."
She turned back to the cot and typed a simple command into the robotic scanning wand, which made a pass over the bed, disinfecting the area.
"Do you need anything else, commander?"
Shepard looked away, a thousand thoughts running through her mind. She took a deep, steadying breath that shuddered at the end with a subtle sob. Shepard ignored the tears that sat around her middle. They wouldn't reach her eyes, but they tinged her voice as she spoke to the aged doctor.
"Maybe I do, Doc," she said, her eyes trained on the wall.
Chakwas heard the uncharacteristic uncertainty in Shepard's voice. She walked over to Shepard's right, and laid a gentle hand on Shepar
F-Zero: Seppuku 2/3 - Lap 61
It was now early in the evening, Earl and Chiya had landed at Red Canyon and were about to enter the garage. Earl was holding onto the side of the Purring Kitten as she drove, he let out a tired yawn and flexed his fingers. Chiya had a fairly dazed look as well. This could be expected after a day of racing the Pope and surviving an assassin attack. Chiya was now realizing just how strong Dark Rose was--she had taken a slash to the face and was completely impaled in the stomach by a metal cross. Yet she retained her life, appearing for the most part unaffected by her wounds. Chiya was prepared to leave this be for the time being, understanding that she wouldn’t return any time soon.
Chiya pressed the switch on her machine that opened the garage door, Earl looked at her and smiled. Chiya didn’t look back, merely focusing on parking--the way she saw it, the vacation with Earl wasn’t officially over until she parked. She lowered her eyebrows sadly as she
Your New Soldier Part 3: A Steampunk Story "Well now. Ello, Sergeant sir." Alan Wilson held out a hand quite as caked in dirt as his feet.
Corwin glanced from the hand to me, his face positively twitching. It was my turn to stifle the laughter. Corwin had always hated dirt, even when we were little. Boarding school in bacteria-obsessed Corium had only made him worse. They seemed to think if you didn’t wash your hands every five minutes, you’d roll over dead. When he visited on holidays, I swear he took more baths than any fine lady. Now, he swallowed and shook the proffered hand. This had to be putting him over the edge right now.
I turned my attention back to the small boy. I was beginning to take an interest in him and even got him to eat with me the other night. "Hey, Benjamin, what are your plans for the rest of the day?" I asked hoping to possibly get him to visit our fire again.
"Dunno." The little boy was watching Al with keen interest clearly fas
F-Zero: Seppuku 2/3 - Lap 62
“It’s so cold…”
Chiya was very silently walking with her companions down the first set of hallways—they were inside the Winged Gazelle. Chiya’s fingers were tightly wrapped around the barrel of her assault rifle, though Chiya would likely not be of any help if combat occurred, as she couldn’t control the recoil of the rifle like Seppuku and Earl. Earl looked back at Chiya and nodded, she was shivering greatly—mainly because she was wearing her shorts and sleeveless shirt.
“Of course it is, Mighty Gazelle doesn’t have skin. He really has no reason to pay for a heating unit,” Earl finally responded.
Seppuku held his hand out towards them and grinded his teeth, “Be more quiet you idiots, I don’t think we’re in any actual danger, but anything could happen,” he held his rifle more firmly and quirked his mouth, “So hush up.”
Chiya and Earl both nodded at his request. Not on
DockingHe'd thought the Mystique huge when he'd first seen her. That seemed foolish now. The space he now found himself in - Dock 5, he reminded himself; there were at least four more like this - was simply immense. Mighty leviathans the size of whole towns were dwarfed in the cavernous expanse, waiting patiently while docking instructions were relayed to navigation computers. It seemed strange to think that this looked larger than anything he'd ever seen. After all, the sky he'd looked at every day back home had been infinite. Somehow, though, confining the space within walls of metal, reinforced plascrete and crysteel just made it look bigger.
Even the noise was more intense than he'd ever imagined was possible. Well, not noise as such - the vacuum of the dockspace carried no sound - but the vibrations of hundreds of tethered titans transmitted through the very structure of the station and added up to a shuddering growl that seemed to emanate from everywhere, like the murmured conversation
365 Days of Drabbles, Day 208 + 209“An international convention of mad scientists”
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“Igor! Hey buddy! Long time no see!”
“LAdy IrOnhAnd, it's gOOd to sEE you. HoW ArE thE kIds?”
“Oh, they're doing great, let me get you a drink.”
“ThAt WouLD bE mOst.... Harruumph! Ah, that clears the old throat. Thank you.”
“No worries. So where's Dr. Schematic?”
“In the Mind Transfer seminar. He's debating either possessing a new body or doing the old Brain in a Jar deal.”
“I know, it's just sad really. Where's Empress Nefaria?”
“Boss Lady is shmoozing at Know Your Nemesis in the Chesapeake Room. She's got Captain Paragon mind controlled right now and is showing him off.”
“Which explains why you're here. I'm sorry.”
“Don't sweat it. She'll be giving me a salary raise when he breaks free of it and starts trashing the base. Again.”
“Heh. That's what I admire abo
The Logbook - Log_040I'm writting this in a hurry, and very short - we met the giant snake again and it snatched Zoss as he wanted to get my stolen camera back. They fought and caused a cave-in separating me from them I can hear them still fighting on the other side I don't know what to do!
The Logbook - Log_039I thought I'm going to die!
Zoss noticed that ever since he mentioned he's a pirate, things became a little awkward between us. And I admit I didn't pay attention to the surroundings as we stepped into a group of sundew plants. And yes, they were huge and dangerous! Zoss started to shoot at them when I got scared and started to run. Zoss followed me and yelled to stop. I didn't but then he yelled again "don't move" and I stopped, turning to him. He pointed a gun at me. He shot before I could react. But he wasn't aiming at me, he shoot two sundews that were hanging from the wall and about to snatch me! When I sighed relieved Zoss however pointed the gun at me this time asking "what the hell?". I quickly started to explain myself, but he just smirked and chuckled, stashing the gun away. He made fun of me! But then he said: "I'm a pirate, not a killer." and helped me to get up. Then he put the gun in my hands saying: "But if that makes you feel better, here, take
365 Days of Drabbles, Day 212 + 213“A contest for mad architects”
Note: Yeah I said no fanfic requests. I reserve the right to be inconsistent.
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Third Annual Dono Vorrutyer Memorial Architecture Competition
“Aral, are you all right?” Cordelia asked with concern. Her husband the Lord Regent was standing in front of the model apartment building, one of two dozen on display in the University of Vorbarr Sultana's commencement hall, his head cocked at a sharp angle as he followed the spiral from the base of the building to the... she thought it might be a vertical launch tower at the top, but it was hard to tell.
“I think I've looked at too many of these,” he admitted. “This one almost makes sense.”
“I thought the art museum design with all the plumbing mounted outside was rather clever,” she noted.
“But not practical for maintenance purposes. The whole point behind Vorrutyer's designs was that while they might have been insane to an
Dr. Chakwas and Commander Shepard - ScarsShepard sighed contentedly, nudging Chakwas' shoulder with her nose. In response to the nuzzle, Dr. Chakwas flipped onto her side. She caressed Shepard's face, her thumb gently stroking the younger woman's cheek.
She leaned close, her hot breath sending Shepard into shivers as Chakwas slowly planted a soft peck on her lips.
Shepard kissed her more deeply, with sweet, lingering kisses. They were gentle kisses, good morning kisses.
"Hello," murmured Dr. Chakwas with a wry smile.
She fixed a tender kiss on the tip of Shepard's nose. Shepard made a little sigh and flopped on her back. Chakwas eased her torso over Shepard's, her left hand brushing the stray hair from Shepard's face, her right stroking Shepard's arm.
"Thanks, Chakwas," Shepard muttered.
"Of course," Chakwas said in a soft, chuckling voice. She gave Shepard another light kiss. "I've wanted to be with you for years."
A look of consternation crossed Shepard's face.
"The scars didn't faze you?"
The old doctor appeared confused.
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
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