The Kitsune is the tech-guy. Somehow, that catches me off-guard more than anything else.
“So I’ve got a question,” I started a little bit later as Gabriel and I walked along the edge of the lake toward one of the other cabins. Avalon and Shiori were both catching a nap back in his place, since neither would agree to leaving here without me. It was all I could do to convince them to sleep, even though they’d both been so exhausted they could barely keep their eyes open.
“Well, actually I have a lot of questions,” I amended. “But one in particular, about the heir thing.”
The man glanced at me before giving a slight smile. “You mean why are you considered the heir?”
My head bobbed up and down quickly. “Uh huh. I mean, Mom’s…
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The only thing more surprising than seeing Avalon with that look on her face was the fact that she gave no reaction to me teasing her for having that look on her face. She just stood there with that goofy smile, staring at Prosser while her mouth opened and shut a few times as if she was trying to say something, but couldn’t get the words out. It was both strange (for her), and adorable.
Not that I was surprised that the other girl was kind of goofy when it came to Prosser. After all, I had seen her reaction before, when she found out that I had met the man. But still, it was always surprising to see Avalon act… well, not-Avalony. And this moment was almost on another level.
I was about to clear my throat and try to get my roommate’s attention when she finally…
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I swear, Herbie must be sentient by this point.
Please note that there was a commissioned mini-interlude posted yesterday that was focused on Wyatt and Abigail. If you missed it, you may wish to use the previous chapter button above.
“So, wait, you’re seriously telling me that all these guys were built by one Heretic?”
It was Monday, January 29th, a couple of days since my staff had been upgraded and almost a week since the meeting with the Committee, and… and when I had killed Doxer. Not that it had gotten any easier to think about. It was a good thing I didn’t need much sleep, because every time I closed my eyes, I saw the older boy’s grapple tearing through his throat, and his look of surprise.
Luckily, I had plenty of distractions to keep my mind off it. Two of which were sitting on the arm of the couch in the rec room with…
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The following is a commissioned mini-interlude focusing on Abigail and Wyatt discussing things like Flick, their parents, and Fossor.
The city wasn’t one of the largest in the United States, but it wasn’t that small either. It was one of those cities that fit neatly within the upper end of medium, with several hundred thousand occupants. Large enough that visitors wouldn’t really stand out that much or be that memorable, yet small enough that crowds wouldn’t hide anyone that happened to be trying to spy on them.
At least, that was the way that Wyatt had explained his reasoning for this particular meeting place to Abigail. They had gone back and forth on exactly where to meet, using the coded messages that he had taught her how to make, using Seller…
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Seems a bit excessive to try and kill her for a mistake he made. A humongous mistake, I’ll admit. Why didn’t he put that effort into killing Fossor.
Please note that there was a commissioned mini-interlude focusing on the origin of Pace posted yesterday (Sunday). If you missed it, you may want to click the Previous Chapter button above.
July 10th, 1950
“My son, they would have killed him.”
Two women stood facing one another, their appearances within the illumination of the city street lights starkly contrasting. One was white, with blonde hair that stood out in the night. The other was black, her skin and hair both dark enough to fade easily into the shadows lurking just beyond the street lamps. Overhead, the moon was at its dimmest, a bare sliver that did little more than confirm its existence, while clouds ended any light that might have come from the far distant stars. The city itself, aside from the streetlights above these two women, was as dark as it was silent.
“You’re right, Calafia,” Joselyn…
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Huh.. okay. So she didn’t have a high opinion of other Heretics to begin with, but now she’s a prisoner in her own body.
The following is a commissioned mini-interlude focusing on the origin of the crazy werewolf-Heretic we know as Pace.
A little over one year ago.
There was a pause, followed by a muttered curse and the sound of something being fumbled with. Suddenly, light appeared as the lens cap of the camera was removed, and a face popped into view. It was the face of a Hispanic girl in her late teens, with dyed green hair that was cut short on one side and long on the other. She was obviously holding the camera up pointed at herself. Now in sight, the girl waved. “There! Sorry, technical difficulties. The camera’s the technical, and I’m the difficulty.”
Giggling at her own self-depreciating joke, the girl known as Pace for her hyper-activeness (something…
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Is that entire family a bunch of geniuses in disguise?
“Now that,” Lincoln Chambers announced while sitting back in his seat at the kitchen table, “was a good gyro.” Tapping his cleared plate, he winked at Asenath, who was sitting across from him. “What do you think? They just opened last week, think they’ll stay in business?”
Senny nodded with a slight chuckle. “If they keep making food like that, for sure.” She winked at him then. “Now we just need some ice cream. Or are we supposed to go with Greek yogurt just to keep up the theme?”
“Actually, before we get to dessert, there was something else I wanted to try,” the man replied. He reached into the box of guns and withdrew a nine-millimeter pistol, turning it over in his hands.
Shifting slightly in her seat, Asenath raised an eyebrow curiously. “Sorry, Mr. Chambers. I don’t think there’s a gun range that’s still open this…
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Nice combo there. Good thing they think ahead.
March 17th, 2012 (Just Under Six Years Ago)
“Flick, are you sure they’re gonna come?” twelve-year-old Miranda Wallbern asked her best friend while glancing across the food court table that the two of them were sharing. Right beside them was a railing that overlooked the first floor of the mall below, where they could see people walking.
The blonde girl bobbed her head up and down quickly, eyes centered on that lower area while she absently sipped her soda. “Uh huh,” she murmured under her breath. “They’ll be here, trust me.”
“Duh, always,” Miranda retorted. “It’s just, we’ve been waiting here for two hours already and we haven’t seen ‘em. We’ve gotta get on the four o’clock bus if we’re gonna make it home before six.”
Saturday or not, six o’clock was dinner, and Miranda had to make it home in time. Unfortunately, the mall they were…
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Neat. Dungeon bypass powers.
“Flick,” Professor Dare spoke in a quiet, measured voice. “Are you alright?”
It was a few minutes later, and the two of us were in a side-room away from where the Committee was still talking to Avalon and Gaia. They had asked me to step outside while they continued to speak to the others. I’d felt Avalon stiffen beside me, and knew that the girl had been about two seconds from launching into a rant. She obviously didn’t care who the Committee were or how powerful they happened to be. But I did, so I had quickly interjected to say that I’d wait.
Call me crazy, but as freaking badass as Avalon really was, I didn’t think that even she could come back in one piece from the kinds of things that she had obviously wanted to say to those people. So I agreed to leave, stepping out…
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Good grief. At least they actually do have punishments for purposely killing other Heretics, but really now there’s been too many chances for Flick to kill Avalon if she really wanted her dead and to get away with it.
The entire Committee. We were going to have to talk to the entire Committee. Oh god. This was going to be… interesting, I supposed was one way of looking at it. We had expected that one of the Committee members would show an interest and want to talk to us, but the assumption had been that it would be Ruthers, not all of them. Now we were going to have to walk in front of that entire group, and give them our version of what had happened to lead to Doxer’s death?
I must have gone pale, because Dare reached out to take my arm. Her voice was soft, her expression concerned. “Hey, you didn’t do anything wrong. Yes, there’s people on the Committee who will disagree with that, but just explain what happened. Tell them that you were defending yourself, and everything will be alright. Doxer and…
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