David Thompson
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Archibald did his best to relax as he stared at the demon across from him. Well, he was pretty sure it was a demon. In fact, if he had to guess, he would have said it was a high-level archfiend based on the nearly immaculate disguise. Immaculate aside from the slightly enlarged shadow and strangely ashen skin, that is. He had seen their like before, but this one was doing a much better job of seeming human. Back in his day, the ones he had seen were tall, thin creatures of flame and shadow armed with…-
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Bee was exhausted. It had been a very long day, to say the least. Not only that, but the amount of people she had to talk to doubled, if not tripled, compared to the usual. That in itself was impressive. Normally, she was in charge of operating the country, so her whole day was spent talking to nobles, diplomats, and church leaders galore. But today, everyone wanted to wish her a happy birthday. She tried to be grateful. Most of these people were genuinely wishing her well. The sycophants trying to kiss…
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It was within an hour that Archibald climbed onto Daedalus's back, his things packed and ready to go. Susan and Tony climbed right up after him, bunching up between the large rainbow-tipped spikes along the dragon's neck. With a brief coiling of muscles, the red dragon launched skyward. Daedalus had been fairly lax about humans riding him ever since he'd woken up, thankfully. Archibald expected that the kids' enthusiasm for rides helped a bit with that. Archibald held on tight to the spines in front…
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As I called time, all the contestants put down their cleaning supplies and stepped back. A moment later, I warmed up my sensors. It was time to judge the window cleaning competition. I was doing the judging right on the spot for the finalists, but I had a suspicion of who was already going to win. Jared Kay was a jeweler, and his skills at gem polishing had transferred very well over to glass cleaning. He had made it to the finals with very little competition. But washerwoman Willow just might have…
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Bee tried to slink back into her seat as the Harkonnestan delegate approached. She didn't have anything against the pudgy man. He seemed polite enough, even if he spoke with a strange accent. But she really didn't want to talk to anyone at the moment. She had just gotten away from hours of people constantly wishing her a happy birthday and pestering her about every little thing. She had hoped that she would finally have had a chance to watch some of the events in peace, but no, even then, people really…
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Harold resisted the urge to wipe his sweaty palms on his jacket. It was a nervous tic he was developing, one that he could ill afford. He spared a discreet glance over his shoulder. The street was crowded, but he could still pick out a few distinct faces that he recognized from a couple of minutes ago. They trailed behind him, inconspicuous except for their unshakeable presence. He turned off into a random alleyway that had few people in it and walked quickly. As he moved he hunched his shoulders,…
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After Beatrice got her birthday breakfast, I left her alone to eat and went about several of the plans I had made for the day. As I was leaving, I took an extra second to check over the apartment with my System Diagnostics skill. Over the years, I'd pulled in a lot of experience from my followers and their levels. It allowed me to reach level 93 and earn a new skill option. But despite how awesome I'd expected it to be, I was surprised that none of the skills really stood out. I'd picked System…
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Bee cracked her eyes open with a groan as she slowly woke up. For a long moment, the comforting embrace of sleep wrapped around her, suggesting very kindly that she snuggle down for just a little longer. But then, she remembered. Today was a big day, even if she wasn't exactly looking forward to it. The tradition was never supposed to have been a small one at most. Really, she would have preferred if everyone had just forgotten about it. Today wasn't supposed to be an important day, certainly not one…
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I didn't partake in the feast that night. Well, unless you call cleaning up the occasional crumb "partaking." Still, I did enjoy my time hanging around and cleaning up any minor messes from the tables. They were relatively well-mannered for humans, which meant there was even less for me to do, but it was the little things. Even purifying the air as I hung out under the table made me feel useful. Beatrice had a lot to tell, especially after our journeys to the other cities. She hasn't gotten into the…
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It took a moment for Bee to get through the initial rounds of greetings, though not as long as she'd feared. Soon enough, she made her way over to Tony and Susan just as Void left to speak with the Nightly Knights. Tony gave her a wave. "Hey, Bee! Wow, don't I feel popular with all these bigwigs coming to see me all of a sudden?" Susan snorted. "You're kind of hard to ignore." "I am, aren't I?" Tony grinned, his solid blue eyes flashing with light. Bee chuckled. "Glad you made it. Let's go…
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