June 23, 2020 at 7:41 pm #115330
I did have a new scene (five-seven paragraphs) but then, well, it got erased, and…
I’ll come back later. (: What’s happening in your room Beth?
Passion means to be willing to suffer.June 23, 2020 at 8:14 pm #115334
Haha okay, thanks! I think I’ll join back in now that it’s not just Isaac and Libby and Teagan lol!!
Jominkreesa, for the weirdos who know what it means! 😉June 23, 2020 at 8:33 pm #115336
Oh, that’s sad! In my room…?? XD
Jominkreesa, for the weirdos who know what it means! 😉June 24, 2020 at 12:45 am #115348
Libby glared again, and she took a step toward the strange man, rolling her eyes and putting her small hands on her hips. “What do you want to do sir?”
Only the man’s head was visible through the hatch, he glanced down a moment before looking up and through to Teagen and Libby again, “You guys mind moving to one of the corners of this wall.” It wasn’t a question as his eyes first met the girls, then the other man’s.
Teagen nodded, and reached forward to grab Libby’s arm. At the slightest touch she jerked her arm away and nailed him with a glare before flouncing with a lifted chin around and behind the couch.
Teagen’s jaw set, and his hands clenched a second. He didn’t like being disrespected, by anyone. If she wasn’t a kid… He then followed, and knelt behind the couch.
The pair then watched the stranger through the small opening as he seemed to work something into the opposite wall. After a few minutes he stepped back and surveyed his anonymous work. Teagen’s dark brows lowered as suspicions tickled his mind.
Then the man ordered to where those in both rooms could hear, “Everyone, cover your ears. Close your eyes and shield yourself.”
He then disappeared from sight. Teagen put a hand on the back of Libby’s neck and forced her head down, “Stuff your,” A loud concussion muffled his words.
The couch nearly toppled over on top of the refugees, who curled up into balls like pill-bugs.
Teagen’s ears rung in a steady tone, like a flat-line in a hospital. His whole being trembled; but not from rage or fear. He couldn’t stop.
Teagen’s head lifted slowly, his chest coughing slightly. Dust and flakes of paper floated about the room like dirty snowflakes. He then looked down at the girl still curled in a fetal position.
“Libby?” He put a hand on her shoulder and she shook it off. He tried again, attempting to make his hand gentle as it graced her arm and he rolled her over. She still had her elbows pressed against her ears. Her lips parted just a crack, her eyes wide, and her glasses on the floor.
“What, what was that?”
Teagen swallowed, An explosion almost rolled off his tongue, But she knew that.
The man in the next room was not to be tempered with. If he had some kind of bomb, he likely had other weapons. Best to be nice to him, “Better be nice to the new guy.” He then glanced over the cushion, Where was his poker?
She swallowed hard as her jaw tightened. Eyes running over Teagen’s, this stranger’s, face.
@arindown I finished ‘The Hidden Hand’. It was good, but not as good (to me) as others she wrote i.e. ‘Ishmael’ and ‘Self-Raised’. Have you read those or any more of her books?
Passion means to be willing to suffer.June 24, 2020 at 12:35 pm #115360Arindown@arindown
Libby looked from Teagan to the stranger, and back again. This was definitely not what she had expected. What did I expect anyway? Not guns and explosives.
The man stepped through the gaping hole in the wall, gun still drawn. There were people behind him. Libby didn’t recognize any of them.
“You know,” She said, trying to sound confident. “there is a door. You didn’t have to blow the wall.” She pointed at the doorway. “There’s other rooms.”
No one said anything. With the other man in the room, Teagan looked even more stern than before.
He picked his poker off the floor in a smooth, cautious movement. Libby could tell he wasn’t messing around. “How many of you are there?” He asked.
“We’re not together.” The other man said.
Libby frowned. Her gun was gone…little orange pieces of plastic littered the carpet. “We’re together.” She struck the ‘Jimmy’ stance, with her arms folded across her chest, and looked up at Teagan. “Aren’t we?”
@kimlikesart Yep, I’ve read all three of those. I like them all, but I can’t remember which was the best. Which was your favorite?
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Live doing what you love. Die doing what you love. Do what you love for the Master.June 24, 2020 at 7:39 pm #115374
Teagen glanced to the girl, Really? She’d acted so high and mighty, and now... “Yeah, we’re together.” He straightened, the metal felt good in his hand. He gave her an imperceptible nod, dark eyes meeting hers.
He then looked back to the newcomers as Libby picked up her glasses and stuck them on her face. He repeated his question, tone not as stern, “How many of you are there?” His legs slowly brought him next to Libby again.
@arindown Ishmael was my favorite. (: I like your piece!
(Sorry mine’s so short.)
Passion means to be willing to suffer.June 26, 2020 at 10:22 pm #115463Rusted Knight@rusted-knight
Isaac moved fast. The blast woke up everything in the castle. He had to move otherwise an angry owner would descend on them. It reminded him of the early days of the war, when the most action he had was stealing the pins from train couplings. Leaping through the breach, Isaac saw the others. The man had picked up the poker again. He had trusted Isaac and just about got blasted. Isaac had to show him some trust now to win him back to his side. Reaching into his pocket, he drew his secondary pistol and threw it to the man along with several magazines.
“This is a better choice. It’s a Beretta M1934. Seven shots a mag.”
The man picked it up and looked it over carefully. Beside him was the girl, looking rather sullen. The crunch under his foot gave away the reason. Her gun was toast, well done. Pulling a long stiletto from the trench coat, he passed it and the sheath to the girl.
“Sorry bout the gun.”
The Devil saw me with my head down and got excited. Then I said AmenJune 27, 2020 at 10:48 am #115475
Teagen’s eyes widened as the gun slid beside the couch and several magazines. He looked from them to the man, Wow,
“This is a better choice. It’s a Beretta M1934. Seven shots a mag.”
Teagen nodded and knelt to retrieve it. His right-hand’s fingers closed around the barrel, as he laid the poker on the ground with his left. He craned his neck and watched as the man handed Libby a knife.
“Sorry bout the gun.”
Teagen grabbed the mags and stood. His eyes surveyed the gathering as he tried to put the cases into his pocket. Then he remembered he didn’t have any pockets. Great.
His eyes then went over the people who had gathered. There was a woman; beautiful, but too old. A boy; in clothes that resembled his own. And another boy; wearing clothes from medieval times? What,
Another man raced in, sword drawn, and also wearing clothes from a bygone age. Though his were far more plain than the boy’s.
What? Teagen took a step nearer to Libby again. Had the blasting man been telling the truth? Really? Time-travel, inter-space travel? Teagen didn’t know which sounded more impossible. But,.. here they were?
Passion means to be willing to suffer.June 27, 2020 at 11:18 am #115476
Yours is really good. Isaac is smart to say the least.
Passion means to be willing to suffer.June 27, 2020 at 11:40 pm #115535
Jaylin watched the two men and the girl talk. He didn’t want to intervene but he was starting to get queasy with hunger.
@kimlikesart I assume it was Dharin who ran in?
Dharin ran in brandishing his sword. “What’s going on?” he demanded.
Jaylin was overjoyed to see him. He walked over and stood next to him.
??? Sorry didn’t really know what to write lol!
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Jominkreesa, for the weirdos who know what it means! 😉June 28, 2020 at 10:34 am #115548Livi Ryddle@anne_the_noob14
Yikes XD Sorry! I kinda disappeared for a while lol. I’m just gonna kinda pick up at the explosion and see where it goes…
(gonna be quick)
(actually I gotta go lol but I’m leaving this tab open on my computer so I’ll see it later)
~Sir Nicholas BeauvalletJune 28, 2020 at 5:34 pm #115554Livi Ryddle@anne_the_noob14
Ok… Let’s see…
Dharin was still recovering from the sudden shock to his eardrums when he saw Franz toss an odd object to the man, calling it something in a strange language, it seemed.
“What’s that?” asked Dharin, rubbing one ear.
Franz looked at him briefly. “A gun.”
Dharin tried to remember if he had ever heard of anything called a gun before, and decided he hadn’t. But if everyone had been brought in from all over the world by the wizards, then it could be a foreign weapon he had no reason to know about. But the new man seemed at least somewhat familiar with it, though his clothing was different than Franz’s. And there was the discussion of “comic books” earlier… whatever those were. Dharin shook his head slightly a couple times, and studied the newcomers. The girl looked to be around thirteen, and the man looked a few years younger than Dharin himself and seemed very solemn about everything.
“Well,” said Dharin, “we should introduce ourselves again, for the sake of these two, and perhaps what continent we’re from. If indeed this is the work of a wizard, gone awry.” He smiled cautiously at the man and girl, wanting to seem friendly but not overly so. “I’m Captain Dharin Rider, from East Triste*.
*Pronounced like “rice” with a T on the front and end. Often mixed with the “east”, slurred, and called “Eastrice” by the people, which is how Dharin would have said it.
Hopefully that’s all cool lol. Have half a headache, so I’m not writing as well as I could right now.
~Sir Nicholas BeauvalletJune 29, 2020 at 8:01 pm #115583
Teagen’s gaze had narrowed on the man with the sword the second he’d entered. He spoke in a strange language that apparently the gun-blaster-man knew. Well, okay…
The man in the trench-coat nodded in assent to the words.
“What did he say?” Teagen looked to him, trying to make his voice sound a bit respectful and not too hard.
“He wants us to share our names and continents.”
Teagen’s brows came together, “Okay,” His voice stretches while glancing to Libby. “Well,” He swallowed hard and then shrugged. Everything’s just fine. You’ve been shipwrecked, and Lucky has busted your head in your sleep. (Just like he’s always threatened). Elsie has somehow saved you from destruction, everything’s just fine and dandy… “My name is Teagen Jath, I am from North America, and it’s been just a few hours (or minutes) sense I last understood anything.’ Madness, might have been a better option.
Passion means to be willing to suffer.June 29, 2020 at 9:27 pm #115588
“Well,” said Dharin, “we should introduce ourselves again, for the sake of these two, and perhaps what continent we’re from. If indeed this is the work of a wizard, gone awry.” He smiled cautiously at the man and girl. “I’m Captain Dharin Rider, from East Triste.”
Jaylin watched as the man with the girl introduced himself next. “My name is Teagen Jath, I am from North America, and it’s been just a few hours (or minutes) since I last understood anything.”
Jaylin smiled. At least he wasn’t the only one to not understand a single thing that had happened.
He cleared his throat. “I’m Jaylin…Storm,” he said. “And I’m from Ninjanaria.”
He purposefully ignored the girl, even though she was just standing there.
Jominkreesa, for the weirdos who know what it means! 😉June 29, 2020 at 10:05 pm #115599Rusted Knight@rusted-knight
Isaac nodded his head. The places were not from Earth. His theory was confirmed. But other matters took precedent.
“Walk and talk.” he said as he started for the far entrance. “I’m Franz Fenrir. I don’t have a real home so all of Europe is, sort of.”
“What’s the rush?”
Isaac didn’t take the time to look back.
“That explosion was heard throughout this place. If anyone lives here, they will come and I have no time or will to explain myself.”
“Or why I have all these weapons in the first place.”
He had to get out of this place. There were too many unknown people, too many possible enemies. If the woman officer was still paying attention, he would have to find a time to find out who she really was. Above ground would be the best place for that. Plenty of space for quiet talk without prying ears and to hide bodies if necessary.
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The Devil saw me with my head down and got excited. Then I said Amen
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