Aichen't Do This_A Quest Among Gnats_Through the woods_A Week, A Month
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Aichen't Do This
Click.“That oughta do it. Nervous?”“More than you can guess,” Aichen admits. He tugs on the restraints at his wrists. “These have to be so tight?”“Part of the safety protocol.” The computerized voice is warm, almost human. It’s been programmed with perfect attention to colloquial speech, but it still lacks a proper bedside manner. The questions it asks are never followed up. Is he nervous? Yes. No. It dowww.onedoor.ccesn’t matter how he answers.“So if I win—” he begins.“—I’m not programmed with that information.” Two beady eyes blink behind a flat screen, which twists to meet his gaze. That’s as close as th...
A Quest Among Gnats
Slap.Another gnat’s buzzing had ceased, though a swarm of them flitted to pick at each wanderer’s eyes. Shwick.Bruggs smeared the remains of the miniature corpse into his prickly, sweat-drenched jawline. Beside him, Jekkis swung his machete in a downward arc to clear an oversized leaf flung back at them by their leader’s progress.Both men eyed the slight woman five paces ahead. The mauve feather in her hat proudly waved atop a waterfall of curly black hair; a mask meant to coerce them to carelessness. It wasn’t the flintlock pistol at one swaying hip and the sword at her other which kept them ...
Through the woods
Roland stood stiffly against the rough bark of one the great trees of Wormwood Forest. He was standing on a blanket of vibrant emerald moss that crawled over the forest floor. Spotted mushrooms poked out seemingly at random, giving the illusion that he stood above the world of fairies. Wormwood Forest was not the sort of place he usually frequented. While the beauty of it could entrance a unwary soul, the darkness of men had long since taken it over.The road nearby was relatively safe in the light of day, particularly if those that travelled it showed a display of present guards, as travellers...
A Week, A Month
There they go again, Lance thinks to himself. The empty but giant halls of the massive house echoes his steps from all sides, walking in a slow pace, seemingly all by himself as the other occupants are nowhere to be found. The question of “where are they?” doesn’t leave his lips. He has only been a resident for a month. A full month since his adoption, since the wealthiest family in the city took one look at him and said “Yes, you’ll do nicely.” Clad in all black when they stood on the doors of the orphanage, he briefly questions if they just got back from a funeral. He doesn’t know what to fe...