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A Curse Upon Thee 1

Chapter 1: Waking Up is Hard to Do

Son of a-

The first thing that clawed its way into his brain was the smell. He knew that smell more than he knew anything; the same kind of sharp chemical bite that scraped the insides of your nose all the way raw. Why does antiseptic gotta feel so clean it’s dirty? The urge to breathe through his nose was a strong one but he fought it back all the same, fingers gripping the sheets tight at ...

Massive Disaster 4 - Interlude VIII

Interlude 8

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Metallic-looking clouds churned in dark red and muddy orange, the planet below almost invisible through the haze. Despite the lack of visibility, though, a ship broke through from orbit and aimed its way down to the surface.

The ship itself was a beautiful thing, a bright blue heavy interceptor with a lavender hull and pearl white accents; the words SSV VENTURE emblazoned acr...

Massive Disaster 4 - Interlude VII

Interlude 7

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The silence in the Council chambers carried the weight of procedure, that which preceded decisions already processed but yet to be acted on. It was the sort of structure any Turian worth their marks would nod firmly at upon witnessing, order and power united for strict and severe purposeful action. 

Yet, it was wrong.

This whole meeting was wrong.

Holographic...

Massive Disaster 4 - Interlude VI

Interlude 6

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White was clinical.

White was sterile.

White was… fucking everywhere, man.

This color, this non-color; whatever semantic bullshit you wanted to use for it. Zedd knew he was spending too much time in his labs lately, way way too much, and he didn’t need Nina to tell him that to feel it.

Which said a lot on its own.

Either way, the ...

Massive Disaster 4 - Interlude V

Interlude 5

The shot opened with a shudder, lens struggling to stabilize through a wall of sound; the scream of a high-gain electric guitar riff peaking high as a skyscraping marvel filled the frame.

The music was a sharp contrast to the sight, squealing tones against the brushed-metal floor-to-ceiling window elegance that was Victory Tower and the shining city around it. B-Roll did its best to show off the glittering skyline of Providence, a city still under cons...

Massive Disaster 4 - Interlude IV

Prefab air carried rust in its vents; rust and something thicker. 

Maybe the thick stench of contempt that seemed to come standard issue with Batarian atmosphere, speaking air recycled so many times it still carried the same presence.

Whatever it was, it was certainly familiar.

Matron Tireya Leneis walked forward as the door hissed shut behind her, the SPECTRE simply glad to be free from the dusty winds of the planet Lorek. For a second, she let herself pause over the...

A Curse Upon Thee 0 (Once Upon A Time/Celestial Grimore/Jujutsu Kaisen)

Introducing a newly commissioned story by a Patron: A Curse Upon Thee (Once Upon A Time/Celestial Grimore/Jujutsu Kaisen)

The rain wasn’t hypnotic. 

Emma Swan wished it was though, something to take her mind off all this w\eirdness of today as she drove another four-and-a-half hours back home. 

But no, no hypnotism here.

Instead, the downpour was just a shitty drummer with one move, a relentless, piss-poor solo that didn’t sound al...

Massive Disaster 4 - Interlude III

EXTRANET CHANNEL 1517: The feed shifted, signal clearing up as the visual of the dusty rust-colored surface of a mining asteroid filled the view. A reporter — human, handsome, but clearly aging past his prime — stood in front of the camera drone. The man was fully enclosed, face behind a pristine faceplate and every remaining inch of his body sealed in a clean black hardsuit, a bright blue VI stamped onto the right chestplate. Behind him stood the massive moving in...

Massive Disaster 4 - Interlude II

VI.

The logo turned on its axis, the captive nebula of holographic projection points bright, sleek and stunning in an electric blue hue. A silent perpetual motion, the stylized symbol of the revolutionary young corporation, revolved in the air above the elegant silver of a podium bearing the same imagery.

The events of today were one of special note, the first major announcement from the company itself, since the attack on its headquarters on the colonial planet Arkadia I...

Running from Himself 2-16

We not… we not doing this. Reginald Franklin was a patient man.

Maybe not in this life, but definitely in the last. After all, you didn’t become a doctor without the ability to keep your head down, on straight, and focused forward through all the bullshit in your way.

While he kept the powers and body of this life (for the most part), he had brought the mindset and experiences of his last one forward with him. That was what kept him calm. That was what kept h...

Running From Himself 2-15

He opened his eyes, one lens of his bright blue glasses shattered to all hell, as the percussive boom slapped hard against his chest. 

The speedster grunted, mouth full of smoke and dirt as he fought to keep from stumbling, the world nothing but explosions in the hellscape he found himself in. Son of a- 

His left leg—the one that had been in as many pieces as a jigsaw puzzle a year ago—slammed hard into the ground as he kicked back, darting away fro...

Running From Himself 2-14

The eighty-second floor of Vought Tower was thick with the scent of money.

Well, that and the expensive air freshener pumped in through the vents.

Abstract art, soulless as the people that bought it to prove they had whatever passed as taste for the rich, littered the hallway Reggie found himself walking down.

Ashley scurried beside him as best she could, the hyperactive VP’s heels clic-clic-clicking on the polished marble in a frantic rhythm. He didn’t bother to look ...

Running from Himself 2-13

Spaces revolved around their need and those who used them.

That was one of those self-evident things that probably sounded more profound than they actually were. As a person, A-Train had been a newly rich, fame-hungry, drug-using, hip-hop culture loving superhero enjoying the hell out of his twenties. It was for all those reasons that his basement, furnished to hell and back, would probably have deserved at least a small honorary segment on MTV’s Cribs.

An entertainment zone con...

Running From Himself 2-12

The ninety-ninth-floor meeting room of Vought Tower was, as always, a sterile cathedral of corporate power. Statues and murals and all of the finery to keep them pacified, everything expected of upjumped lab experiments playing a pantheon.

Recently, however, it was the exact same place where those gods of his came to be reminded of their leashes, and today, their mortality. 

Stanford Justin Edgar stood at the head of the V-shaped table, a roiling sea of agit...

Project ROWDY 2-5

The world was a blur and his ears were full of Cecil’s voice, the director calm and flat in his tone as he ever was. Unfortunately, speaking in dulcet tones was a piss-poor idea when it came time to compete with the wind screaming past his face. 

Luckily for the director, though, his hearing was good enough to account for that.

Mach 1 over New York and already slowing down, Brick cut through the skyline with his red trail lighting up the sky behind him, glass and steel rush...

Project ROWDY 2-4

The technicolor trio that was the Trinity dropped out of the sky, each one of them taking in the defeated sigh of a ruined vista; a previously picture-perfect postcard picked to pieces.

A single inhale told the oldest the air tasted wrong, thick with a heavy scent that he and all the Boys knew well enough to pick out in a second. Brick didn’t need to take another sniff for the coppery scent of blood to hit him, traces of it all over the place and in no small amount.

A slaugh...