Patricia Wilson
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Truth thought his refusal to shriek and fall off the gantry spoke well of him. Most people would have shrieked and fallen the three stories to the ground, he felt. A multistory tube of led curse tablets suddenly having a girl’s face and talking directly into your mind is inherently startling. But he was made of sterner, yes, * Truth nodded. He did. He had wondered why the workers below made such an elaborate point of not looking at the back wall. There was a pause of mutual incomprehension. She…-
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It was an oddly quiet moment. The PMC soldiers were sharp and Level Three. The recording talismans, plural, covering the waiting room were pumping out Level Four Power. The Blessing of the Silent Forest could handle it. He wasn’t leaking a speck of energy, and besides. If something did pierce his shroud of unnoticibility, he had a perfect identity lined up. Sergeant Truth Medici, Starbrite PMC, seconded from Harban. Still waiting on that back pay. The mercenaries were not-quite-lounging. Knowing they…
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Truth snuck through the lowest level of the once secret, now besieged volcano lair with a loopy grin. All the blessings, the concealment magic, the specialist training, and what does it take to evade the world’s best mercs? Stand behind the door. They’ll never find you. No trolls so far. That was a relief. They were uncomfortably sharp. The doors on this floor were, for lack of a better way to describe them, more heavy duty than the ones on the second floor. They had the solidity of steel core doors,…
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Truth walked silently down the long corridors. Brightly lit, clean, with enchanted windows showing views from various Starbrite resorts from around the world. Look out one, and it was a tropical beach. Look out the next, and you were watching laughing kids learn how to ski. It felt like half the offices he had visited on the job. Even some of the private homes looked like this. It was pretty nice. Which felt horrible. He couldn’t hear the violence going on above. There was a literal mountain in between…
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Truth was in. The heavy steel door had been reduced to molten slag by the blast. Still hot enough that his clothes started to charr and smoke just by being near it. Truth mitigated this by moving even faster. He went through the melted away top right corner of the vault door at a speed more commonly associated with spellbirds, and dove into the volcano. This was a choice that reflected his keen appreciation for the vital moment to strike, a willingness to take calculated risks and, it must be said, the…
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It looked like the end of the world, and he had to wait. It wasn’t the end. It wasn’t even the end of the beginning. The Jeon Army never thought it could win an open field battle, so they didn’t bother trying. They dug into the mountains and built bunkers in the forests, bastions where resupply could be delivered by tunneling demons or airlifted in by spell birds and summons. From there, they deployed summoned angels and demons, sent out swarms of ghosts, sent out waves of talisman machines to…
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It's happening! Big five-chapter roll out today, another five chapters tomorrow, two per day Wednesday and Thursday, and one on Friday, leaving a neat fifteen chapters for the week. I hope you enjoy it- a sort of lighthearted palate clenser after the GRIM of Slumrat. Well. Mostly lighthearted. I swear I was just trying to write something funny. The cosmic horror just... I don't... Look the economy is in shambles. I'm doing my best. Go check it out. I really hope you enjoy it. Weeaboo's Unfortunate…
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Truth lay on a tree branch. It wasn’t very comfortable, but he wasn’t paying attention to that fact. He was just… there. Being there. He was playing the fool. He was being loud, and obviously provoking. He was relying on the terror and paranoia of others to trigger a proxy war. This was a low percentage play. A smart person didn’t rely on the emotions of others. They made things happen on their schedule. This was dumb. He was being dumb. Which fits playing the fool, but maybe too much? He didn’t…
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On the way to the town of Boxiliu, a town of no particular importance to anyone outside the commercial slate production industry, Truth made a marvelous discovery. In addition to producing a rare reddish colored slate, Boxiliu had a zoo. The zoo was a small, sad affair. A few dispirited looking monkeys, tropical birds wishing they weren’t in the northern mountains, snakes, lizards, an insect hall, a few comatose looking foxes, and pride of place- a “Husband and Wife” pair of tigers. Truth was rather…
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Truth snagged the Major’s cap and wallet on the way out the door. The cap went on his head, the wallet into the sack with the rest of the loot. He rushed down the hall. If he saw a policeman or internal security type, they got a needle to the head courtesy of Major Tsu’s needler and Graeme’s arrow. Graeme's arrow punched through skulls and cinder block walls with equal ease. Truth’s Level Four Cultivation made overpenetration a serious problem. Which was fine. Overkill was kind of the point. He…
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