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Echoes of War
Keep walking, a small voice in his head whispered, and for a second Nida almost obeyed. The fact that it was almost reflective to listen to the melodious voice that echoed in his mind was what made him come to a full stop. Unfortunately that stop had clearly not been expected by the person who had called out, because half a heart-beat later he felt someone ram into his back at nearly full speed. Had trained reflexes not kicked in he might have found himself stumbling forward a few steps, but as it was Nida's legs slid easily into a stance to absorb the force even as it hit him, preventing him from taking more than a single step forward.
“Oh geez! I'm so sorry Instructor. I didn't expect you to stop so suddenly. I thought you were...”
He would have hushed her sooner but shortly after coming to Galbadia he had opted to follow Squall's example and reinforce the distance he cultivated between himself and those around him with a kind of st
Hyne's War - Epilogue
Exasperated was not quite a strong enough term for the sigh Nida let loose as he heard the voice calling after him. If there was only one person he'd been hoping to avoid through all of this, none topped the list quite like Dr. Veringas. Since Squall had shared the tidbits of knowledge that Nida had gained from the GFs at the Deep Sea Research Center, Veringas had not let Nida have anything resembling a moment of peace. It had almost been amusing the first time as Veringas insisted that he describe Ashura in detail, apparently not recognizing her until Nida described the pure psychosis in her eyes. Another afternoon had been blown listening to Veringas go on, at frustrating length, about the 'finer' points of the research project at the DSRC. It didn't help that the man was quite perceptive when he wanted to be, and he seemed to want to be whenever it was least convenient for Nida. Like right now for instance, as Nida was making his way towards Squall's offi
Doomed To Dream - Part 20
There was something utterly unnerving about waking up when he didn't remember going to sleep. Nor did it help that his eyes barely had time to open before his body registered that he wasn't where he had been second before. Instead of being on the floor he found himself stretched out on his slab. When had that happened? All he remembered was Alyssm's voice, his rage and pain, and falling. After that there was nothing. Were it not for the fact that he was on his bed, he would have thought his eyes had been closed only a second. None of this made any sense.
“He's waking up,” Karkat shouted, and the sound of his voice made Sollux want to snarl. Yet when the light touch that brushed across his brow didn't set the voices screaming, he knew it had to be Cyclos at his side.
Except when he opened his eyes fully he found himself not staring up at Cyclos's familiar golden gaze, but the eyes of a green with a distinctly yellow cast to the shade. A limeblood, there, in his own room. The
Hyne's War - Chapter 37
“I should have your head for this.”
“You've said that twice before,” Nida pointed out, barely even bothering to turn his gaze from the bottom of the shelves above his bunk.
He really didn't need to do it anyway. Looking at the computer monitor across the room on his desk would only confirm the scowl that he was certain Squall was wearing. Well, maybe not confirm, what with the distance making Squall's expression harder to read, but he knew it would be there. Knew it just as he had known the right hook was coming when Fujin met him on the flight deck of the Rag. Just as he had known he wouldn't find any mercy from Raijin either, not so much as an icepack to deal with the bruise that was already darkening his left eye. Nor did it help that Fujin had immediately demanded the relinquishment of his GFs, because while they had both known it would not keep him from healing the bruise if he worked hard enough to fix a cure spell in his mind, they also both knew that if
Hyne's War - Chapter 36
The stairs were their own little vision of hell. He'd only made it to the first landing, about thirty treads down, when he grew certain that he hadn't gone nearly far enough to stabilize himself. If the pain in his breathing was any sign he had definitely cracked a rib when he was thrown against the wall. The magic had done nothing for that, nor the more nagging of his pains. But it was enough, continued to be enough, for him to all but throw himself down the stairs, the voices of his GFs distracting him more from the pain than his ends as they filled in the blanks of his knowledge.
There are rules of how our powers work, Siren was explaining as Nida grabbed a support for the stairs and used it to turn the corner to the next flight while loosing as little momentum as possible. Rules that humans only barely touch upon. You know of the limitations of summoning the... lower forms as Veringas described them. Well, in a way I exist as a lower form of her. I am a lesser part. As su
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