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"Yes," I blurt out, looking up at August, panting in unison with her. From exertion. The dancing. Her eyes. The phantom warmth where her lips touched my neck. I am glad that she offered to work banquets for me. I am afraid I could not have said "no"…
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August takes me completely by surprise, pulling me out on the dance floor. It is such a part of her--like she is dancing even when her body is not--that I overlooked her intention to pull me in. I am more than a little hesitant. Is this the favor? I…
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I open my eyes again. It makes it easier to ignore thoughts and tangled strands of consciousness between people. I know from experience how those sometimes flash and burn when people are blowing off steam, recovering from seeing Death too near and r…
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Before we proceed to the roof, I turn to Jax and Suquamish, focusing more on Suquamish as a way to wordlessly tell Jax that I am not concerned about his judgment. "Do not mistake our place here," I say, hoping to take some sting out of it by includi…
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I stand too quickly when Jax announces that the Arrows are back. I try to cover this by crossing to the credenza and pouring myself a glass of water. "We should go see what has kept them, and why so many have come to Yellowhouse." I normally see jus…
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“That will be fine. I will send a runner,” I say with a nod and a gentle smile. “Thank you for being willing to try.” That is really the best I can hope for until Cujo returns. Now…how am I going to keep her in bed, so she does not notice the ear …
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I look at Ephram for a long time. I do not reach out to his mind. I will not read his thoughts. He knows I will not, knows I do not have to, just as he knows I still wake each morning with my mother’s voice in my ears, just as I know he still fixes …
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Ephram treats me differently because while most of these people are afraid of what I might do to them, Ephram has experienced it. He does not shrink away from me because he knows I never meant any of it to be the way it was. I was only about twelv…
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“Then let the hawks escort us to Ephram’s shop. I have business to take care of there. Then, we will, as you say. ‘GTFO’.” I nod at Jax. Only after answering him do I turn my attention to Suquamish. “I have not had time to even think about Home,” I …
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I leave the infirmary, having impressed upon Shy the importance of keeping that sample of Home secret from all but Bon. I am still distracted from my fight with Daddy, and Shy is distracted with worry for Bon and the Arrows--probably wants to be wit…
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I am not reading Shy as well as I would like. Maybe I am still off balance from my fight with Daddy… I reach out to discern what Shy intends to do. OOC: This is my question from my snake-eyes roll.
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I am reluctant to give the vial up, now that it comes to it, but ‘life is risk’, as I told the Admiral, though partly because I was mirroring him at the time. I have known Shy for years, she does not appear “Home-haunted”. If I cannot trust her… “…
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"He is absolutely a bad dude." I take the vial out of my coat and it hold up for Shy to view. "He only let me have this on the condition that one of his addicts babysit me and watch me take it. I was hoping Bon could use it to help the people hooked…
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"No, of course not," I answer swiftly. "But...would it help you and Bon to have a sample of the stuff?"
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“You have seen what it does to people? Bon has seen? It is addictive, I think. Have you and Bon talked about whether there is anything that can be done for these people?” I am reasonably sure that Shy–absolutely sure that Bon–would view the drug as …
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*Casual thought receptivity: (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 1, 1. Total: 4) Marking XP(3)*
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I reach out to Shy’s mind. This is too important to not use everything at my disposal. *Casual thought receptivity*
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What could Spider be doing? For that matter, what is the man doing? Few people invite spiders that size to crawl on them... I follow Shy, make sure no one is within earshot. Keeping my voice low, I say, "This conversation needs to be just between …
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When Spider scuttles away to the man--one of Harbormaster's, I send a thread of will after him and watch for any signs of trouble from either party. People do not always like spiders, and Spider does not always like people. I do not want anyone smas…
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I feel a little bad. Maybe Speed really was not trying to threaten me. Well, he should have chosen his words more carefully...and I only gave him a scare. I no longer feel the need to wallow in sadness in my old nest with the numbered windows. I hav…
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Marking XP (2)
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Direct-brain whisper projection: (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 6, 5. Total: 13)
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I take a moment to wipe my tears away, then turn to him red eyed. “Do not call me ‘Vinny’ and threaten me at the same time.” I say, angrily. “I think you should consider that this situation is unique,” I say more calmly. “Nothing is going to ‘crumbl…
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I let Speed lead me away. There is nothing else for me here. I have dreamt of confronting my father about my mother’s disappearance for years. It was always so much more satisfying in my imaginings. He would be shocked at the revelation that I knew,…
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"Proof? There will not be proof. It has been too long, you are too smart. Harbormaster is not involved in this. It is me. I remember." My voice takes on a haunted quality as I relive the experience of that stormy night. "I remember the fear in he…
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What should I be on the lookout for?
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Read a Sitch: (Rolled: 2d6+0. Rolls: 1, 6. Total: 7)
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"Unseat you?! Absolutely not! What takes place between the Admiral and the Mistress of Pike has no bearing on the personal business between you and I. You made me this way--able to be cold, able to compartmentalize. Yes, you developed my talents, yo…
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Dog highlights me.
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Gates, your insight has been helpful to me. Be Sharp.