Archive | September 23, 2014

Jumping Rings: A Story of the Circled Plain – Chapter Seven

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Chapter Seven: Taslin

Come

“Come, Taslin Gladiator.” Vinroth touched Taslin gently on the elbow. “You have fought well, and now you must deal with another sort of battle.”

She blinked at him. The guards had taken away her opponent, and a medic had bound her wounds and fed her something that was supposed to make the pain go away. It had mostly made her muzzy-headed and a little bit silly.

“No more battles today. I’m not that good, yet.”

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(Not Actually Demifiction) of Inner Circle – Whoops

So, [personal profile] thnidu prompted me with a lovely prompt to my request for Inner Circle demifiction prompts.

And then I went and forgot I was writing demifiction, and wrote fic around a poster. So um. Semi-demi-fic?

Names by Sky & @Inventrix

“Attention.” The New Indapala guard stood up on the plinth behind the well, using the bellowing voice for which he’d likely been hired. Around the square, two others guards were posting notices. Dermonnil slipped behind the guards, holding tight to Grental’s hand. “Hsst,” rhi warned. “Don’t cause trouble.”

Grental, who at fourteen actively resented being a little brother, tugged at Dermonnil’s grip but didn’t pull away. “I’m not stupid, you know.”

“I know. But this – this is important.” And the Guard was not known for being all that patient with outer-circle whelps.

The guard cleared his throat again, but Dermonnil was already reading the notice.

Now Hiring

(the notice read)
The City Offices of New Indapala are now hiring sturdy, quick workers of all Circles
(“…Wait. All circles? Why do they have a notice out here, then?”

“Sst, Grental, let me read.”)

For a new, professional, squad of emergency responders. Members will be considered Aside the Ladder, able to travel into any Circle for job purposes.

Job is considered highly dangerous, as it involves fighting fires, dealing with Flow-spurts, and aiding the injured and unwell.

“…For more information, speak to any Guard, or come to the City offices for your Circle. Thank you.”

“Der, you’re not really gonna… Der…?”

Dermonnil was already heading towards the nearest Guard.

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Hallowe’en’s Past, a ficlet

To [personal profile] finch‘s prompt. No setting, AFAIK.

“Dana…” Kelly stopped in the doorway of their apartment and looked Dana up and down. “You know, Hallowe’en’s been over for a week. You can stop dressing up.”

“This isn’t… this isn’t really a costume.” Dana plucked at the shirt and tie. “I mean, I, ah. I cut my hair for Hallowe’en, but if I’d really just been dressing up, I could’ve just put it under the hat, right?”

“Well, I figured you were sick of fighting with it, and it was a good excuse, if you didn’t want to be fighting with Aaron instead of fighting with your hair. Right?” Kelly bit her lip. “But this is – well, I mean, it’s cross-dressing, isn’t it? I know Aaron’s a jerk…”

“He is.” Dana leaned against the wall, sticking out a complete lack of chest under her silk button-down. But this isn’t about him. This is – this is just about me.”

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Seeking Roommate, a ficlet of Stranded World

Written to [personal profile] alexseanchai‘s prompt to my mini-prompt-call on Gender-Funkiness & also serving as an Iconflash for this icon!

“…and this is Add. She? He?” Bishop turned to the person standing next to him, seemingly oblivious to Summer’s embarrassed cringe. You couldn’t just… could you?

Add, who had black eyeliner, black hair, a black lace shirt, and black combat pants, looked thoughtful about the matter, hand on chin. “It’s a full moon, isn’t it?” Add glanced out the window at the sun. “Let’s go with they.”

“Right. They’re looking for a place to stay for the year, and, well, since we’re looking for another roommate or two…”

Summer studied Add. Add, in turn, studied Summer. They had perfect eyebrows, black lipstick, and a sardonic smile that said goth to Summer. “The pronouns aren’t going to be an issue, are they?”

Summer raised her own eyebrows right back. “Pronouns? Bishop hasn’t told you anything at all about us, has he? No. The pronouns aren’t going to be a problem.” She borrowed a smile from Basil, the “you poor dear” one. “We’re theater people, come on. We read Shakespeare.”

“Summm…” Bishop sighed. Summer cringed inwardly. She hadn’t meant to get her hackles up, but it was showing, wasn’t it? She peeked at Add.

Add was… grinning. Well, that was probably good. They really needed to fill that room. “I like her.”

Summer relaxed.

“I like her a lot.

“Not too much, please,” Bishop teased.

Summer had to agree: “the bed’s full enough already.”

Summer & Bishop, along with their girlfriend Melinda, are characters in Stranded World. Their relationship started with this story. Basil is Summer’s theatre friend, who shows up quite frequently.

I am on a quest to write a flash to every one of the icons djinni has drawn for me.

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