Patricia Wilson
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Truth carefully observed his target. Very carefully. Cops had a sixth sense about when they were being watched. While he had never enjoyed the ‘pleasure’ of an Internal Security Officer’s company, they were notoriously, and justly, paranoid. He would put money down on her either being here on a job, or being here under immense family pressure. She sure didn’t look like she was having fun. She wore a thin black leather jacket, black wet effect synthetic flesh pants, black heels and he couldn’t…-
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Truth woke feeling remarkably refreshed. He took a moment to savor the feeling, then another to savor the sectional sofa he was sprawled across. The microfiber fabric was really nice. Not fancy. Not terribly expensive. Just really nice under the hand. No bets on how well it would hold up to long-term use, but he’d chance a modest sum on it being very stain resistant. He stretched and flexed, running a quick internal inventory. His spells were as they should be, filling his apertures nicely. The…
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Truth kept the scrubs. They weren’t dirty, really, and he liked having a costume change on hand. One trip into the locker room, a quick change of clothes, and Doctor Bone-Bro, M.D., Ph.D. (U. Jeon) D.Thaum (Hons. Behem U.) vanished. Exiting the locker room was Peuth Reduchi, Talisman Service Technician First Class, Ever-Rite Equipment Rentals Corporation (a Starbrite Family Company.) Amazing how you can be invisible two completely different ways, in the same place, at roughly the same time. He got a…
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Truth was fairly flummoxed. “So, having considered all the relevant information, you just decided to die?” “Yeah. Basically.” The kid nodded. Truth had to control the urge to say something about “smart to leave early and beat the rush.” Kid had tried to kill himself with a cloud of poison gas. He deserved better than someone laughing at him. Not that Truth thought his personal views on the subject made a lot of rational sense. “Not going to lie, little bro. Tough one.” The kid…
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Truth moved through the emergency room with surprising (to him) efficiency. It seemed that this specific job, a sort of phase two of an intake, did not actually require much medical knowledge. What it required was someone recognized as a doctor, looking at the patient. That was it. You looked at them, listened to them, and told them they would be looked after. Maybe gave them a little preview of what would happen next. Because what was “Alright, Junior-Bro, who do we have next?” “Male, 78,…
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Truth had gone to the hospital with some vague notion of just… wandering the hallways, treating the ill and infirm. Learning more about Cup and Knife as he microscopically made the world a better place. Alas, the kneecap of dreams must always confront the lead pipe of reality. The Emergency Room was a wash of people. Some stacked up in the waiting room, more in little curtained off sections of the ER proper. Some stuck on gurneys in the “hallways” betweened curtained sections. Most quietly enduring…
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Truth flat out refused to believe it. His world had become a very strange place in the last year or so, but And yet, not one He started flipping through the books with longer sections on Botis. The reconciliation thing was practically the first thing they mentioned. Merkovah never mentioned it. Why? Truth stood and disguised himself as a plumber trying to better himself. The identity came annoyingly easily. He found a librarian. “I was wondering if you could explain something to me?” “I’m…
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Truth called the Tongue to hand, and casually hopped up onto the roof of the bus shelter. From there, he jumped to a lamp post, then the side of an office building, kicking off hard enough to launch him up to the roof of a nearby parking garage. From there, it was a tiny hop up to one of the tall lamps on the roof of a parking garage. All while the long sword rested casually on his shoulder. He stood on top of the lamp, looking down at nothing much. Not that there wasn’t much down there- thousands of…
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Truth tried to sort out the gains and losses for the day. The initial idea- moving the denizens with greed, turning them on their “betters,” was fundamentally viable if he really wanted a bloody revolution. It wouldn’t help bring a He kept coming back to the notion of the get-back. What do I “get back” if I do something good for you? Because good feelings only carry you so far. Can’t eat ‘em, for one thing. His running around problem solving was good for the people he helped, but bad for…
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Truth sat on the bus next to the vile little rat. Maybe he shouldn’t look down on his unenlightened cousins. Fair to say, his life had not been typical. But he absolutely did look down on this particular specimen, for one very simple reason- this rat had never tried to climb. He had probably never even looked up. The little rat sprawled across a couple of seats on the back of the bus. Glaring at anyone who dared to look at him for more than a second. Making sure his colors and tattoos were highly…
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