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It’s a genuine pleasure to wake up at the end of the world, with the stench of rotting skin and blood in my nose. The weight of a million perished souls all caught in an Affect soup guided by the will of a dead goddess. No cup of fake joe could ever beat it. I’ve… Continue reading 1.25 – Bull With a Vase →

I DID NOT KILL HIM. # It must be a lie. Everything about the notion is absurd. The entire surreal diorama is absurd, actually. There shouldn’t be skeletons clutching dollars and other snatches of whatever they could offer, there shouldn’t be Megajoule’s suit here in this abandoned PK facility, and there shouldn’t be people worshiping… Continue reading 1.24 – They Built This Hunger →

It takes a little over a week to get a plan together to cross the Null Domain. Most of this time is dedicated to Silent finding the goods we’ll need to make the journey safely. This isn’t going to be a simple walk. We’re going to have to cross miles of territory, without any powers… Continue reading 1.23 – She Did Not Kill Him →

The disentanglement failed. Bedevil stares daggers into the mirror, hard into her own eyes, as if she could kill herself on the spot. Then, she grabs at her hair and says, “Metis, this is so stupid. I’m so fucked.” She has never had an unsuccessful disentanglement, though she’s been through a couple. They can fail,… Continue reading 1.22 – A House Divided →

I haven’t texted the number Kitsune gave me since we met, but I figure now’s the time. I don’t really know how to approach this, as I’ve never had my own phone or anyone to text. Mostly I just talk at people. So I approach it like I would any normal conversation: Me: Hye. Me:… Continue reading 1.21 – Second Date →

Our new neighborhood is a mess of concrete, fluorescence, and poverty. Shells of apartment buildings crowd the streets like homeless folk gathered around a fire. In the streets and narrow alleys are stalls and food trucks, slapped together out of scraps to make less than a hundred Vanguard credits a day slinging food at people.… Continue reading 1.20 – More Trouble Than It’s Worth →

Bedevil heaves a big sigh as she looks out over the battle site from the roof of a strip center. A misshapen lump of scales and claws lies, half-melted, in the middle of the street. Half a block of ruin and a collapsed apartment complex lie beyond it - the evidence of its power. Krater… Continue reading 1.19 – PK Resonance →

Bedevil learns the record keeping in Houston is awful. Most of it’s on paper, for god’s sake, when the Templar network is right there! Houston’s not the only city she knows of that resorted to paper filing after the Affect scrambled a lot of normal computer tech, but it is the largest. And with two… Continue reading 1.18 – Mild Discomfort at Most →

“Epione!” I yell. “There’s- there’s a fucking person in here! In the machine!” I claw at the pod, ripping out handfuls of wires like I’m plucking vines. Careful not to hurt the person inside, I unearth them from the dampener. The door opens again and footsteps sound on the tiles, Epione’s familiar boots. She arrives… Continue reading 1.17 – Am I Just a Sum of Questions? →

When I was last in the Front’s hideout, I didn’t notice the smell. Maybe that was because I was hyper-focused on feeling out the Front. But now that it’s just me and Saw Off standing around in this dingy back hallway separated from the club by only a set of double doors, waiting for someone… Continue reading 1.16 – NO UNAUTHORIZED ENTRY →