Elizabeth Wilson
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You wake up with a jaw cracking yawn, and that, all on its own, is enough to remind you that you have a fragile mortal body hanging onto your non-spatial, non-chronological, non-causality-caring mass. Waking up from a nap is always a tricky thing. Once, you went to sleep in the great dark only to wake up and realize that there were new things around you. Planets and stars and teeny tiny mortals living on floating rocks. Physics had pulled a quick one on you while you took a trillion year nap, the sneaky…-
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“And this,” Abigail said with a wide, sweeping gesture, “Is my home.” You stare. Her home — your home, you suppose — is a tiny little place. There’s a small room off to one side with a toilet and bathtub and sink, the floor all cracked and poorly repaired. The kitchen is the biggest space there is, with a table that doesn’t quite sit straight covered in heavy tomes and a stove off to one side that looks more like a pile of rust than anything else. Deeper in, not even in its own room, is…
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They have left you alone. Alone in a shop that sells magical reagents to passing mortals for a fee. At least, that’s what you assume based on the little cards with numbers next to each ingredient. You are uncertain of what to do. You want to follow your Summoner, but you also want to investigate this quaint mortal magic she used. Perhaps you can do both? As you slowly make your way across the room, ears perked to try and listen in on what’s being said in the next room over, you scan across all the…
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Abigail and Daphne decided that their time in the dank basement was over, and that even if you were less than presentable, whatever that meant, it was time for you to leave the room and be shown around. Learning that Abigail was in no way a powerful monarch, or a sort of god queen of her people was disappointing, but that was the kind of thing that could be fixed in due time. For now, you followed the girl up a rickety staircase and out of storm door that lead into an alleyway of sorts. The moment you…
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Abigail. You taste the name, your new knowledge of the mortal tongue telling you nothing of great importance about it. Perhaps the mortals just name themselves after whatever sound they like most. Your summoner is a small thing, a human tadpole or whatever they call their young, with brown fur... hair tied in a bun over her head. She has spectacles, big round bits of glass perched on the very end of a tiny nose. They make her eyes look wider than they are as she gazes right back at you. “Daphne,” she…
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You are vast, larger than any mere mortal could hope to conceive of, and yet the one calling you, your summoner, wants you to squeeze into a form so small as to be insignificant. The little mortal asks for the impossible with a sort of blind faith that, at its base, amuses you. A twist, a turn, and mass, insofar as you have mass, is compressed. Space is transitory, it does as you wish. With a scream, physics reels from your irreverence to its laws. It batters at what you are doing but that is as easy to…
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There was a brilliance to Fivepeaks at dawn, an interplay of light and fading shadow that was, as far as Abigail was aware, unique to the city. The royal palace had its great clock, the dials lit from behind by a thousand glass tubes filled with Aether. It was the first thing to catch the sun’s light as it slipped over the horizon, like a beacon announcing that morning had arrived and it was time to start moving or else start plotting excuses for why one was tardy to work. Then, as the sun rose, the…
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"Then! Kaname and Kisara you can enter the hotel now" said Niijima Nodding their heads the two girls walked inside the hotel and went towards the reception desk. "Hello welcome to Hotel Hatake, how may I help you," asked one of the female receptionists from the two girls. "Yes, we would like to stay at the hotel for a night and would like a two-bedroom sweet if possible" stated Kaname. "Of course miss, just a minute," said the female receptionist as she started to type on her computer to check for…-
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-(R-18)- "Haa…." Mayor Rasbold, a man in his forties, handsome and with short, curly blue hair, breathed a sigh and entered the carriage as he had a troublesome meeting with the neighboring village chief. "Milord, we will arrive at the mansion before midnight." A mature woman said and entered the carriage. She was the third circle knight of the Rasbold house. While the second circle knight drove the carriage, she kept company with the Mayor. "Thank you for your good work as always Ilisha. Finally, I…-
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Other than a bit of awkwardness during the morning training, Vahn’s remaining time as Tiona came to an end uneventfully while he was discussing things with Riveria. However, due to his own oversights, Vahn ended up in girls’ clothing for a brief moment after the transition and quickly swapped out for his standard outfit as the stunned Riveria watched him. Aftward, Vahn ended up in his own workshop and started working on the under-armor once again. He still hadn’t come up with a solution to his…-
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