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Eden's Chosen - Part Two
Ten minutes. That was all it had taken. Ten minutes in his newly assigned rooms laying on his newly assigned bed, staring up at his ceiling and pointedly not looking at the sparsely furnished place before it all brought back too many bad memories. Memories of being holed up in an equally empty room with nothing to do but think about what he had learned when waking into a strange situation. Or there were other memories of a room like this one in its emptiness, but different in that it had been cut out of red stone. They were memories of worse times, of pain and annoyance and loss. So, faced with a room and situation far too familiar for his liking Nida had lasted all of ten minutes. After that, regardless of the implied orders to sit tight and wait Nida found himself fleeing the silent accusations of the room. And, given the fact that he lacked any classes to teach or friends to meet with, there was only one place for him to truly escape the silence.
There were few times in a day that a
In the course of his training, Nida had learned a wide number of means to keep calm in stressful situations. Calm was the core of a SeeD's combat regimen, and translated well to all aspects of life. Right now he was using one of the most basic tactics, counting to a hundred to keep him from shouting at Martine.
“I've already told you,” he sighed, not even looking up from his paperwork—a great means of implied dismissal that he'd learned from Squall—and shook his head. “My contract is up in a few days. And I would frankly prefer if you did not make such a fuss. For once in my life I would like to exit quietly and gracefully.”
“And just what am I supposed to do without you?”
“If you'll forgive me, Headmaster Martine, we could both do without you trotting out cliches best reserved for romantic comedies. I am no more a requisite to the successful operation of a Garden than I am a master chef. Besides,” Nida said, finally setting h
A Handful of Diamonds - Part Three
“Ah, good morning, Kanaya. I was not expecting to see you awake this early.”
“Good morning to yourself as well, Miss Lalonde. I have already seen to the brewing of a pot of your bitter swill. You are welcome to partake of it to your heart's content, provided you retain a single cup for your sister. It serves as a satisfactory 'pick-me-up' for her after a night of drinking.”
“Yes, I suppose that is a fitting request that I shall endeavor to fulfill. Provided, of course, there is one thing that you give me in exchange...”
“Oh? And why do you believe that you have the right to offer an exchange when I have already granted you a boon? I do believe, Miss Lalonde, that you do not quite understand the means through which fair exchanges take place.”
“But Kanaya, I do promise that my price is worthwhile.”
With that Rose's slender fingers appeared at the top of the newspaper that Kanaya had actually stopped perusing when she had heard R
Eve of Life
There were any number of complaints that one could raise about the waitingblock. The walls were painted an atrocious shade of taupe that clashed with the mauve of the carpet. The carpet itself was far too thick, more like trudging through sand than moving over proper flooring. The chair that she found herself seated in seemed to be trying to decide between swallowing her whole and jabbing its hidden metal frame into every bone it could get at. The magazines on the far too low table were perigees old and tattered to boot, and the coffee cup cradled in her hands was chilly and the drink that had been in it was more than simply watered down. Add that to the fact that she'd been waiting there for over two hours and the intended effect was hard to mistake; one was not meant to be comfortable here.
None of that was a strange concept to Alyssm Waleti. She had been in more than her fair share of waitingblocks that were designed to discomfort. Really, only a healthtender or other professional's
Doomed To Dream - Part 32
“What do you mean, 'no?'”
The way she's looking at him is a textbook example of how an actor was supposed to portray righteous indignation for the screen. For once her over the top means of expressing herself was suited to the situation. Or at least to a situation. Which wasn't really fair, Sollux knew it even as he thought it, but it didn't keep him from thinking of it. Instead he was struck by the fact that they really seemed like the moment they were sharing was something out of one of those romcoms that his guardian and Karkat touted as being so important. The scene could only have been made better if they were on a set of swings, hands touching but not holding, and with a light rain weighing their hair down into their eyes.
Except that was a classic way of dealing with a pale breakup scene, and that wasn't what was happening here. No, all Sollux was doing was letting his moirail down.
“I mean I can't do what you're asking me, Terezi,” Sollux responded, not
Doomed To Dream - Part 31
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gallowsCalibrator [GC] ceased trolling twinArmageddons [TA]
As he stared down at his pal
Doomed To Dream - Part 30
The dreamscape around him was silence. Pure, simple, echoing silence that didn't make a whit of sense considering Sollux hadn't sought the false comfort of Vriska's dreamscape presence. Upon awakening to the dreamscape Sollux had immediately left the place he had come to refer to as the Hub, and set out into the landscape in hopes of hearing something of the outcome of what was coming in the next few hours. There had been no answer in front of Vriska, whatever it was about her presence blocking out the sounds of the voices. At first he had taken comfort in not hearing the voice of the Heiress, only to discover that silence dominated the scape even when he stood close enough to touch her still form. After that he'd left, trying to find the Empress in the limitless boundaries of the dreamscape, to try and figure out what was going to happen.
The silence was profound and piercing and enough to make him scream in fury, and with the scream he had found himself waking to the darkness of his
Doomed To Dream - Part 29
Board Administrator twinArmageddons [BATA] opened private memo on board We8 2piinniing.
BATA: dearly beloved we are gathered here today becau2e thiing2 are about two hiit the whiirliing deviice
BATA: 2o weve gathered everyone we can from the 2eniior 2piinner2 and other2 we thiink wiill be nece22ary two get a new plan up and runniing
BATA: 8o22 why dont you get u2 2tarted by explaiiniing what ii2 goiing on here
Board Administrator doubleDown [BADD] responded to memo.
BADD: Fine. As you may or may not know from TA, and as you may have realized from my personal interactions with you, I have long since infiltr8d a hemohierarchist cell.
BADD: Despite the 8est efforts of TA and myself to use this position to further our struggle against them, things have 8een going wrong. The hemohierarchist leader has decided it is time to make the existence of their organization undenia8ly proven.
BADD: At the same time my loyalty to the group is 8eing tested 8y the planning and execution of an attack agai
Doomed To Dream - Part 28
Waiting is always the hardest part. For most of his life Sollux had realized that. When he was young he hated waiting for his guardian to come back from trips into town for food. When he started learning about computers he hated waiting for his code to compile. Once he was working with Cyclos on movies he kept waiting for a lot of things: script completion, actor casting, shooting, editing, that moment when all of it would seem valuable and worth it and maybe something like fate. The list went on and on, and little of it could compare to the here and now of sitting at his desk, head pillowed on his arms, staring at his monitor and waiting for something, anything that would tell him what was happening.
Which, when he thought about it, was kind of pointless. From what Vriska had told him—for once a complete, unabridged version of everything she'd experienced with the hierarchists—she wouldn't have even been with Veruna for long by now. At best he'd have to wait another ten ho
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