Grimme considered a for a long, long moment.
The Castle claimed she could remove her intangibility.
What were the repercussions?
Would her invisibility last longer? Become permanent?
Could Oaken Door actually pull apart her powers, at random.
Maybe the augmentations. No. It seemed to be only the augmentations. Her natural gifts – Know…[Read more]
On hands and knees, she crept between thorny bushes rotting fence: jacket still tied around her, puppy still wriggling at her belly.
“Quiet Kazoo.” Her lips barely moved.
Emily was a quiet girl, slight lisp due to her missing front tooth. Freckles splattered her face, arms, and back. Her red hair wisped around her round face. Her cheeks we…[Read more]
Hi! Sorry for vanishing on everyone like my character! Life’s a series of words unfit for a Christian forum right now. Semester’s started. I’ll be better about updating, I promise.
Grimme munched her cookies, eyeing the glass-girl. She wondered if Meira would like her cookies.
She wasn’t sharing.
She tipped her head, grinning shar…[Read more]
Grimme lounged in the room, enjoying her intangibility and invisibility.
This augmentation kept her alive for centuries. Oh, it had it’s limits.
One of those was the eight-hour required use. Through her link. While she was the Warning and Message.
She didn’t want to see what happened if she… didn’t…
Grimme wrapped her arms around he…[Read more]
FINALS! ARE! OVER!
Smeagol is free!
(Until next semester.)
Grimme smirked as the assassin avoided the food. In the meantime, she enjoyed it.
Chantara either lacked some… observation abilities or had a food trauma.
She was no Charlie…
“Never judge an assassin by their first reaction.”
Grimme set her jaw, brushing off the ancient…[Read more]
Grimme stormed through the ballroom, in an temper that would have scared a coal-monster into a furnace. No one, of course, noticed her. She wasn’t stupid. Her powers were still in tact.
Her link was not.
She stabbed her thumbnail over the back of her neck. “Stop thinking about it.” she muttered.
Her other was still a long way awa…[Read more]
The Warning and Message rumbled over the landscape, swaying as the mountain rocked through their ribcage.
The stone rumbled and thundered louder than the sky. Rain blistered the seam between beast and burden.
They glared across the landscape, at the looming, throbbing red light.
Castle Oaken Door.
They roared, thousands of…[Read more]
Geez, turn by back for a couple days to take an exam and my little sister has? completely restarted this wild ride?
M’kay. If that is how she’s gonna play it…
Grimme wove through the crowd of Pawns carefully, keeping her maid-outfit as prim and proper as possible.
White and black of course. Like a proper piece to a chess bo…[Read more]
Sorry if I’m too blunt, but there is no point restarting this castle if we’re reluctant to play with the characters and refuse to get emotionally invested in this.
– We each find something we can get emotionally invested in – and we write…[Read more]
How does that affect an airship?
Depends – I suppose – on the genre and setting.
Fantasy – not the forum for it.
Sci-fi? Well, most air-ships are go on the soft-side of sci-fi so you just need to be plausible and consistent enough that it doesn’t jerk the reader out of the story.
For example, if you say that ships can fly…[Read more]
Grimme glared down at the currently-only-other-occupant in the room. Her eyes flashed electric blue. “Hm. Dr. Dominic. Would-be assassin. Miserable failure.”
“I’m done.” she plopped down on her butt, gingerly kicking the man with her boot. She glanced around the room, her eyes flashing yet again.
The … elf… Was that an elf? She though…[Read more]
It’s a black flip-phone.
I have a contact list.
I don’t answer unless a name appears.
(Don’t tell anyone but sometimes I don’t answer then.)
I’ve had it four years.
Yesterday I learned how to change the ringtone.
That’s right, yesterday.
In case you haven’t noticed, I’m low-tech.
It is… embarrassing that only yesterday I co…[Read more]
Yo. Flying ships.
How’s your new design coming along? And more importantly, how does it fly?
You inherited pyromania and chaotic stupid from both parents and their parents and – in all likelihood – their parents.
I have nothing to do with those traits because I have the braincell in this family.
To literally everyone else in this castle: If we are going to be rotating characters, maybe we should have a “In…[Read more]
chaotic feline vampire or pyromaniac elemental spirit.
Okay, so if you tag “chaotic” or “pyromaniac” I’m interested.
Those adjectives to not apply to me. But they do apply to my siblings! 😉
The rebel commander stormed across the parking-lot. Her long-coat flew like batwings, dark as the sky above them. Her hands swung loose at her side, seeming to point the driving wind and rain toward her enemies. Her pace measured the distance between her and the foe and found it wanting. Her bare, tattooed scalp reflected the searchlight, rai…[Read more]
When Grimme jumped to her feet, it was with the strands of a memory-dream. She rocked to the side, unsteady on two feet after a day on hundreds.
No rest – never – not really. Her mind alert in one body while the other rested.
She snarled, slamming her fist into the cave wall beside her.
“I will break this curse.” she whispered bitterly. “I…[Read more]
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