Christopher Brown
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-Jaus Avandaer 15-17 Threshold (II) Silence was complex language. On the antiquated wooden vessel, Avo stared at the stranger, their gazes locked and unblinking while Denton’s gaze traveled across the waters to pierce the mists and further still. Avo took the measure of the unknown entity and regarded his costume as gaudy. Robes rugged without being ragged, appearing paradoxically pristine and worn simultaneously. His face told a similar story–weathered skin and missing eye but no other scars to…-
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-Former Sleeper Therese Therrin after her extradition back to Ori-Thaum at the hands of Voidwatch for crimes of espionage 15-16 Threshold (I) True to Denton’s words, the second visual display manifested over his cog-feed in trailing strings of solid lettering. There was a naked clash of aesthetics between the vaporous glow of ghosts and the solid blocks shunted from a still growing coldtech extension of his mind. “Ego generation failed,” Avo muttered. “That’s fine,” Denton replied, her own…
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15-15 Watchers On High (II) Draus tapped Avo on his shoulder before anything could follow. “Hey. I’m gonna go on a bit of a jaunt of my own. Got some things I need to do.” “Someone you want to snuff?” Avo asked. She offered a quiet laugh. “More than one. But that’s a side-gig. Still have a barge I never picked up along with all the shit inside it. Gotta take care of that aliong with some other ‘whos and whats’ while you have your little meetin’ with the voiders.” “Don’t want…
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-Quail Tavers, 15-14 Watchers On High (I) Somehow, Avo felt the rapidity of Chambers’ blinks without even needing to turn. The inconvenient period of his resurrection opened a seeping wound of confusion in his thoughtstuff. “Ghoul… The sound of Draus’ arm unfolding into a projectile launcher again followed, and the gift of speech was suddenly lost to Chambers. A phantasmal logo played a sequence detailing a boot shattering a ghoul’s skull upon the descent. An etheric window opened from the…
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15-13 After Action Avo scoured his mind three more times after they returned to the demiplane. No more lapses followed, but his paranoia lingered from his recent compromise. Directing his subminds to scan his templates again, he found no obvious fault in his cognition. His mind was more his than it ever had been. So how was he losing control? How was his body just acting of its own volition? Or was it just raw instinct taking hold? An expression of intrusive desire made manifest? Establishing Whispers…
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--Osjon Thousand, 15-12 The Lapse Of the surviving defenders within the station, she alone remained beyond the second defensive line located in the lobby. By virtue of courage or rank apathy in the face of death, she scurried about the outside from shadow to shadow, her lithe form darting like an aratnid dragging bits of trash back into its nest. A few hundred more accretions remained deeper yet in the block, but Abrel made her vote known the moment she noticed the girl. Hidden from sight by his…
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-Aegis 15-11 Portrait Myong woke to the ringing of lost sessions echoing through his Metamind and found his thoughts slippery to grasp. Cold winds lashed like bitter whips striking him to the accompaniment of ceaseless squealing. As his attention wove together from frayed strings, his cog-feed loaded and he found himself beholding a portrait of damnation from within the mangled remains of his golem. A shallow swamp of gore stretched beyond veils of crimson haze. A layer of dead insects floated upon the…
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-Exorcist Report 15-10 Grounding A reflective scab cycled over Draus’ rifle. She squeezed the trigger. Her shot emerged from a window located over a mile away and punched clean through the rear of a burning golem. Two accretions winked out at once. They played their game from within the shattered top of an office floor. Cracked loci remained embedded in workstations and a water fountain projecting a glitchy hologram of an anthropomorphic raindrop continuously chirped at them to mind their hydration.…
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-Quail Tavers, 15-9 Bonding IV: First Massacre She felt the immensity of her weight most of all as she flowed through the world. Water was hers to shape and command—a fluid wall rising high to drink in lancing flechettes and stinging beams. The Aegis of Tides was a Heaven long popular among the lowest of Highflame’s Godclads, and Kae thought herself totally versed in its canons and hubrises. Practice, however, revealed the depths of her inconsideration. For too long had she considered her new…
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-. FATELESS recovered from Three-Finger Crucible Designation: 15-8 Bonding (III): The Will in the Flame The killing began without the surviving Three-Fingers ever even knowing. Their aero settled in the crook of a partially hollowed apartment stack, then Avo spread his reach wide and wove a cocoon into shape. His blood was metal, biology, glass, and a hundred more things between, and where his Heaven grew, perception slipped away, festering like a counter-cognitive tumor that refused to abide within…
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