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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 9:56 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 9:41 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 12:22 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 1:05 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 4:18 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2013 5:02 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2013 9:54 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 9:51 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 10:31 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 1:22 pm
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Week 8: 54 Having a Stroke
Kirsch shoved the bottom of his pant legs into the sand coated and mud dyed leather of his boots and decided that he had sat around and behaved long enough.
"Want to have some fun today?" Kirsch asked as he spotted Tilli walking down the hall with Den who had lost the constant company of his twin in favor of a library.
"What type of fun?" Den asked as Kirsch fell in step with them both.
"Nothing that involves freezing to death I hope." Tilli added when Den sneezed from the cold he had come down with after their last adventure.
"Not if we do it right." Kirsch said as he ran a hand through his hair.
"What do we do?" Tilli asked
"Depends, do you want to mess with your brother or the Apple Queen?" Kirsch asked.
"Dolle." Den said, "Fren is liable to accidentally light us on fire with the amount of sleep he has been getting." Tilli snorted and Kirsch nixed the idea of any trouble he would cause for the desert mage.
"Couldn't Dolle do the same thing?" Tilli asked.
"She could." Kirsch said and smiled, "but it would not be proper. And beside that, I will be taking all the, uh, heat."
"So what do we do?" Den asked. Kirsch told them, and after a quick trip to their rooms and a very helpful Tanno for supplies and the kitchen for two dozen apples they set into motion their plans for a very eventful day.
Dinner arrived with most of his plans carried through and the restlessness caused by days of aimless wandering and hours of playing stones had turned into a rekindling of the trouble he had gotten into in the City.
Kirsch strolled into the dining hall just late enough to be noticed with rumpled clothes and a trail made by patches of mud knocked off with each step. He smiled at Dolle in what was the third dress of the day with a matching hat to hide the temporary color change of her hair to a brilliant apple red.
He sat down with every eye on him and made an effort not to lift the legs of the chair and cringe at the sound of wood on stone. A grey coated servant brought in what had become his standard fare, he waved off a second bowl with food of unknown origin.
"You should not be so picky." Dolle chided him in the mountain language of the warring lands, one he had picked up and mostly forgotten. She kept her voice soft and pleasant with a smile on her face, the words were for him alone.
"I would not be so picky if they had food I liked." Kirsch said as he passed over the silverware for his fingers, "I hear you made a fuss over the apples today."
Kirsch let his grin break into a laugh as Dolle let her's fall, "You little moor rat." She yelled as she stood up, displacing the table arrangement in the process.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2013 11:57 am
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Week 8: 55 Promises
The wind blew off the ocean and brought with it the magic that it had gathered in the birthplace of the void, it hit Ri cold and sharp and unrelenting. She sat on the edge of the cliff staring half into the rocky waters below and half in to the past.
She folded in on herself against the pain of the pelting magic and the truth of the void.
"Ri?"
"Go away Fren." Ri said as she shifted and felt the blades slide out of their holders, the ones that she could throw off the edge of the world and they would still make their way back to her.
"I am not going anywhere until you tell me what you saw in there that has been making you act so strange." Fren said when she grabbed the metal weapon and felt the edges slice her hand as she tore it free.
The red blood covered blade landed in the grass as her body went limp and the paper thin cuts healed. Fren grabbed her wrist, his hand encircling it and the empty holder, as she reached for the other blade, "Stop."
She let the effort fade but Fren's grip remained firm, "What was it?"
Ri refused to look him in the eye, she knew the truth and could see herself for what she was even if he could not. She was a monster, only capable of killing, she had always been and always would be. "It is nothing." She said as she wrenched her arm free.
"It is Calif or something to do with her." His words left no room for refusal or redirection.
"It is nothing." Ri said as she stared at the blood covered blade.
Fren picked up the blade and wiped it clean, "You are not a weapon or a monster, you are a human being, and one that I can see so much good in."
She took the blade and slid it back inside its place, "It is just an illusion."
"No it is not."
"You do not know what I have done, have not seen the blood I spilled, who I was."
"It does not matter." Fren said and held up his hand with the pinky finger extended, he smiled and she grabbed his pink with hers and pressed their thumbs together, she grabbed his wrist with her free hand and he did the same.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 5:09 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2013 12:06 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2013 12:18 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2013 12:42 pm
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Week 9: 059 Divorce and Separation
I sit in the back seat of the car staring out the window, my mouth shut tight and back straight, I refuse to sway as the car rounds the corner. My sister sits beside me, all smiles and happiness, I can see her move slightly, refusing to move as well. We round the next corner and I throw my weight into the turn and into her in a long over due payback of our favorite car game. The car turns again, this time placing me at the mercy of an opposite turn and feet wedged against the door. The car comes to a stop and before the engine is turned off we are both out of our seat belts and halfway out of the car. I see a man standing down the road, next to a big red van that I know and I run. Twelve years have passed but a few faded memories from when I was barely old enough to form them tell me exactly who the man is. "Daddy" I say as I reach him and throw my arms around his shoulders, he is not as tall as I remember, and I am far taller than he does, but I am still forced to stand on my toes when he straightens his back.
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