The scoopula clattered across the table as Deoir gave a frustrated scoff. She rubbed her temples, weary from another failed attempt at the synthetic she was trying to create. She'd been at it for too many consecutive hours, she rationalized. She took her staff and headed outside for a break.
The evening breeze blew against her face as she rested under a blossoming tree, her minions curled in her lap. When she awoke later, she drowsily toyed with some ivy attempting to curl around her fingers. Deoir smiled slightly as inspiration struck; she might finally have something for Felix.
Saturday, May 3, 2014
Prompt: Sad, But True
Teekla was about to return to her studies in the Reach with the leyline reports, but the perplexing quandary Vimm presented her with was niggling at her brain.
If his situation was accurately described, he was seemingly in a rather dismal situation. Teekla highly prized recordings during research. If research was being sabotaged, even by one's own hand...
She went to a terminal and entered her clearance. Maybe first, she'd run a little background check...
And perhaps after that, she could find a way to put a little computer containment within the inventor's system...
If his situation was accurately described, he was seemingly in a rather dismal situation. Teekla highly prized recordings during research. If research was being sabotaged, even by one's own hand...
She went to a terminal and entered her clearance. Maybe first, she'd run a little background check...
And perhaps after that, she could find a way to put a little computer containment within the inventor's system...
Prompt: Gentleness
Seneca smiled at the end of the song. “Very gentle. Reminds me of you.”
“Me?” Callista returned with surprise. She shook her head. “I admit I seek calmness and mercy, but on the field I work with explosives and high-power firearms. I am hardly gentle.”
Seneca chuckled. “I'm talking about you Calli. Not your work. Or do you hide a wild side I don't know about? Do you scratch up Dryden during a romp in the sheets?” She laughed heartily at the shocked and vaguely horrified look on the younger charr's face. “Trust me Lil' One, you're a gentle charr.”
“Me?” Callista returned with surprise. She shook her head. “I admit I seek calmness and mercy, but on the field I work with explosives and high-power firearms. I am hardly gentle.”
Seneca chuckled. “I'm talking about you Calli. Not your work. Or do you hide a wild side I don't know about? Do you scratch up Dryden during a romp in the sheets?” She laughed heartily at the shocked and vaguely horrified look on the younger charr's face. “Trust me Lil' One, you're a gentle charr.”
Prompt: Sugar Rush!
Diana regretted letting the girls have so many treats at the Menagerie. The pair were running and jumping around the room while Zaree chattered about the Jester airship, her favorite topics these days. “It is ever so nice! I can show it to you!”
“I wanna see the airship!”
“We're going to visit grandma and grandpa in Claypool this weekend girls.” Diana reminded them. That halted the girls dashing around the room as they looked at each other. Diana used the pause to clap her hands with a smile. “How about a game of Mad King Says before bed?”
“I wanna see the airship!”
“We're going to visit grandma and grandpa in Claypool this weekend girls.” Diana reminded them. That halted the girls dashing around the room as they looked at each other. Diana used the pause to clap her hands with a smile. “How about a game of Mad King Says before bed?”
Friday, May 2, 2014
Prompt: Triumph
Caedyn had thought she'd known what she'd signed up for; she'd joined a group of powerful hunters to take down a dragon on a grand scale hunt. But this hadn't been a hunt, but a war. One with innocent folks, many likely never even lifted a sword, slain in the streets.
She'd come into the Vigil with a bit of a chip on her shoulder, but her comrades still saw a change from even that fiery-ness. She was more intense, more focus, and, with mixed reactions they noted, she'd stopped leading evening moot songs. Even after the triumph over Scarlet.
She'd come into the Vigil with a bit of a chip on her shoulder, but her comrades still saw a change from even that fiery-ness. She was more intense, more focus, and, with mixed reactions they noted, she'd stopped leading evening moot songs. Even after the triumph over Scarlet.
Prompt: Commotion
Mazu took advantage of the commotion between a Peacemaker and a hapless fellow to pick a few pockets. She rarely came out to Rata Sum, but with her ship and hometown in ruins, she was drifting without a port. She'd had to let what remained of her crew go.
Short cons of false shuffles and shell games weren't going to get her sailing again. Maybe it was time for a bigger take. She considered for a bit, deciding a good option might just be running the White Mantle Scam on an Inquest krewe. She just needed to find a shill.
((Note: shrill is a confederate of the con artist, who may act like a friend/peer of the victim in a scheme))
Short cons of false shuffles and shell games weren't going to get her sailing again. Maybe it was time for a bigger take. She considered for a bit, deciding a good option might just be running the White Mantle Scam on an Inquest krewe. She just needed to find a shill.
((Note: shrill is a confederate of the con artist, who may act like a friend/peer of the victim in a scheme))
Prompt: Wanted (II)
Naevia nervously fidgeted, claws absently flicking the end of the purple ribbon tied on her wrist as she watched the stars.
Two application forms diligently filled out and turned in that she awaited being processed. Even though she'd been assured they were practically formalities, Naevia was nervous she would somehow be denied formal clearance after all.
She wondered if asking that she could get what she wanted counted for one wish or two. Probably better to wish on two falling stars, she decided. One for the warband and one for the apprenticeship. Just in case.
Two application forms diligently filled out and turned in that she awaited being processed. Even though she'd been assured they were practically formalities, Naevia was nervous she would somehow be denied formal clearance after all.
She wondered if asking that she could get what she wanted counted for one wish or two. Probably better to wish on two falling stars, she decided. One for the warband and one for the apprenticeship. Just in case.
Prompt: Wanted
Helen twirled her hair around her finger. It was a rare night her mother was joining them for dinner and Helen was certain the relaxed setting with both her parents present would offer the best chance of success to her request.
“Mother, I'd like to travel out to the Vigil Keep and see how the recovery of the Arch is starting.”
“That countryside is dangerous, Helen.”
“Scarlet's dead now- I can offer better aid if I see for myself what they need.”
“No-”
“Let her go, Julie.” her father cut in. “She needs to see more of the world.”
“Mother, I'd like to travel out to the Vigil Keep and see how the recovery of the Arch is starting.”
“That countryside is dangerous, Helen.”
“Scarlet's dead now- I can offer better aid if I see for myself what they need.”
“No-”
“Let her go, Julie.” her father cut in. “She needs to see more of the world.”
Prompt: Elegance Embodied
Freya had always admired her mother's beauty.
Like Freya, she had russet auburn hair and deep, emerald eyes. But,
unlike the tanned, freckled, and lanky young adult, her mother was
porcelain, statuesque, and, in Freya's eyes, perfect. She was an
embodiment of elegance and beauty.
That is, she had been. Freya looked over at her mother. The thinning hair and sunken cheeks gave away her illness as much as the hazy unfocused quality of her eyes. The shaman cautioned Freya that her mother would need a full-time caretaker soon. Freya began to consider finding better paying work outside Snowden.
That is, she had been. Freya looked over at her mother. The thinning hair and sunken cheeks gave away her illness as much as the hazy unfocused quality of her eyes. The shaman cautioned Freya that her mother would need a full-time caretaker soon. Freya began to consider finding better paying work outside Snowden.
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