Christopher Brown
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-Cala Marlowe, 17-1 A Sickness in the Bones A shame only two people were present to hear it. Bloodless bodies littered the ground in pieces, and a pond of blood trailed after a waifish figure, rising to coat the walls and windows to prevent herself from being killed by a sharpshooter from outside the bounds of the block. Again. Reaching into her jacket’s inner pocket, she produced a particular fang threaded through by a flesh-made necklace belonging to a local gang–the Exsanginators. They were…-
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-Jaus Avandaer 16-16 The Body-Garden (V) The raucous laughter erupting from Calvino surprised Avo, and the EGI shook with disbelief. “What? What’s wrong?” Whatever amusement filling the artificial mind was lost on Avo. Old tech to Voidwatch though this vessel might have been, it was still leagues and eons beyond anything on Idheim. Which put into perspective just how out of date the technology the voiders were trading. The trickle of knowledge they were handing over could probably run on for…
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-Old Auntie Gui (No-Dragon Godclad and Biomancer) to her disciple, Vator Greatling 16-15 The Body-Garden (IV) The mindscape around them splashed as memories clashed and shapes formed and broke. Sequenced from minds on the precipice of insanity and joined using a collection of loci hidden across the city’s narrowest confines, the lobby was a sea in tumult, capable of dashing any intruder against jutting rocks of trauma should they prove foolish enough to attempt an ingress. The barricades of the…
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16-14 The Body-Garden (III) It took half a day of careful monitoring on the part of Chambers and Draus before they locked in on an active gate. The voidstar had cycled back over to midday when they departed, necessary resources and equipment all stored within the Manta’s adaptive confines. Much like the George Washington itself–or any voidship for that matter–the Manta was a self-adjusting vessel, and Avo came to understand it more as a field of sophisticated technology than a solid piece of…
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-Santanado “Starsinger” Mondelles, Combat Instructor to Axtraxis Academy of Highflame 16-13 The Body-Garden (II) Calvino had started speaking the moment Avo resurrected, his data accelerating through his mind, bathing him in secondhand excitement. The artificial intellect seemed genuinely thrilled to learn about the nature behind its own death, and no hint of fear or dread stained its ego. In a variety of ways, it was more alien to him than the other way around. Where they intersected was along…
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-Aegis Threat Assessment of the No-Dragons 16-12 The Body-Garden (I) Green River peered over the horizon of Xin Yunsha from atop the Second Fortune. Billowing sheets of sleet and storm covered the disfigurement that was Nu-Scarrowbur. Across the way, wounds inflicted upon Mazza’s Junction were laid naked for all to see, while a pentad of star-shaped Highflame golems hovered overhead, connected to each other by chains of sight-searing light. The difference in philosophy between Stormtree and Highflame…
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-Quail Tavers, 16-11 Tainted Flesh “Is this… Nu-dogs came in a variety of sizes, builds, capabilities, and shapes. Ever since the Sang popularized the modification of humanity’s animal companions, splices were made and augmentations were added to their overall structure. And so with the advancement of one’s pets, so too did their cages have to grow. The “Guttergnasher” breed attack dog was a favorite of joy-dealers and Syndicate enforcers alike. Standing at eight feet tall and somewhere…
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-Thoughtcasts between two Street Squires 16-10 Armor (II) The minds of most independent gangers were infused with a delightful taste of precarity. So close to the edge in life and habit, their lives ran the borderlands between predator and prey, exploiting the vulnerable and hiding from Syndicates, for it was the former that kept them fed, and the latter whose territory they trespassed. As such, with veins thickened by the viscosity of joy and nerves tight from the constancy of tension, when death…
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-Ansible quick-chat between 16-9 On the Trail (I) Shotin Kazahara pitied the Paladins. Atrophy was an indignity few deserved to suffer. A fall always hurt more when one once stood amongst the clouds. Once disciples of Jaus Avandaer and his praetorians for a lasting peace now lingering as a rusted mechanism, castrated by the Guilds to stem their replenishments, crippled by the High Seraph when last they stood against her. In truth, they had been bleeding out since the Second Great War, where they…
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-Dice, Fallwalker 16-8 Armor (I) “Hey, rotlick, you done spacing out there?” Draus asked, voice catching Avo’s notice just as his virtual meeting came to an end. Strangely, she spoke with a warbling drone, and the noise of her footsteps greeting the plasteel ground was softer. As the fullness of his ego resettled into his vessel, he found the Regular standing next to him, encased in a smooth, pale carapace of liquid armor. Currents pulsed through the smart-fluid substance forming the structure of…
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