Straightening Out the Details ~ by SaralynArati

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7 years ago

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The Bubble Magician was apparently quite good at baseball, despite his London home, and if all else failed, he could conjure hard bubbles to strike at long range, as well as simply whack anyone nearby. Belandvyn and Ynarra watched all this with a mixture of amused tolerance and fascinated pride. It would be an unusual castle onslaught, the Maenad and the elderly Candeliana Witch thought to themselves, in perfect harmony, but it would be an effective one, and that was all that truly mattered.

7 years ago

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Tylyr was practicing with his yo-yo. When the two of them were done, anyone hit with the Fae's string toy would be encased at that spot in a pastel opaque bubble like the one Robin had used before. If Tylyr could touch them on the head or neck from afar, they'd be blinded and half-smothered, after which the Ghillie Dhu could dispatch them with a throwing knife or dagger. Robin would also be armed, although with a weapon he felt more accomplished wielding; on the journey, they'd bought him a bat.

7 years ago

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While Mark and Marea were quietly conversing, Robin and Tylyr were rapidly coming to the conclusion that the neatest and easiest way to get rid of excess Yelaadim was to fool other Yelaadim into doing the job for them. In other words, the Bubble Magician was experimenting with opaque bubbles that would function as masks in dim light, to make the enclosed victim resemble a Damian, but a totally different bloodborn than any of the real invaders, so that only the opposing forces would be deceived.

7 years ago

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"Congratulations," the rebel Yeled told her, "you are officially not a psychopath. Did you think it shouldn't bother you just because they're enemies, or because they'd do horrible things to you if you didn't kill them?" "I... I don't know what I thought," admitted Marea. "You and the others... well, not Robin, really, but Tylyr and Belandvyn... seem to come to terms with it better. I need to find a way to do that, too..." "No, not necessarily," Mark replied. "As long as it doesn't eat at you."

7 years ago

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"That's not what I asked, baby. I know you can do it, but can you cope with having done it?" Mark insisted. "I'm not a baby. I'm over 200 years old. And I'm definitely not your baby. I said I'd do it, all right? And... you called me that just to get a rise out of me, didn't you?" Marea's temper flared, but cooled rapidly. "Maybe," the street performer grinned. "Now, are you going to tell me the truth, or continue avoiding the question?" "I... don't like killing people; it bothers me."

7 years ago