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Best of Intentions: Feed the Machine (ch. 30)

“Sweet digs,” I remarked from my Resilient Sphere as the cover was cast off from the wagon that I had been loaded inside of. Heisenberg had given up trying to break into it, and instead loaded me up into the secret tunnel that had been built under the castle that the werewolves had erupted from. Just as I suspected, I had been the target of their tipping of the hand, and after dragging me through several miles worth of manmade tunnels and caves systems, we emerged outside near an airfield...

A Golden Path: Design 3.4 (ch. 27)

“He's colder now,” Lyanna observed quietly to Ned, her eyes on their brother as they once more set off for home, now with Catelyn Stark and her retinue in tow. “But he doesn't seem as sad as he was before.” 

“That's something, at least,” Ned voiced, riding alongside Lyanna, even as she fussed about having to ride as a lady with her legs draped over one side. All the while, he watched Brandon speaking willingly to those he had all but ignored in favor of drinking. Someth...

Best of Intentions: Iron Man (ch. 29)

“So-” Chris began over a private channel as we prepared for departure. 

“No,” I cut him off, going through the checklist to make sure that I didn't climb into what amounted to a coffin and throw myself out of an airplane that was on the edge of the stratosphere. The Bus had gone through three revisions, making this one the Bus 3.0. Faster, sleeker, with perfect invisibility and more firepower than most of the world's collective military. I was pretty proud of it. 

The Good Life: Reunion (ch. 104)

“Ohhh~! Is it finally time to set off the fireworks?” Jinx asked, her eyes dancing with delight as she twirled around in her bright blue and pink dress on top of the railing that overlooked her slice of the slums. She had done pretty good for herself, I could admit, feeling some pride as I leaned on the railing, making Jinx flip over me with fluid grace. “We can finally head home?”

“Looks like it,” I said, holding up a file that she plucked from my grasp with a backflip and ...

The Good Life: Showtime (ch. 103)

Tifa ducked behind cover just in time, hearing bullets whistle pass where she had been a split second earlier. The concrete barricade shuddered under the continuous impact of gunfire, sending up plumes of dust and rubble that fell on her. A hand went to a Materia in her belt, a Barrier. It wasn't quite mastered, but it was well on its way at the rate she was forced to use it. 

“Reloading. Reloading,” came a synthetic voice that was her cue to throw herself over the barricade. T...

The Good Life: All Because I'm Evil~ (ch. 102)

If the Lifestream was heaven, then Chaos would be hell. That was probably the best analogy I could find once I started digging into Hojo’s discarded science project, Vincent Valentine. 

He had been something of a proto-SOLDIER. Physically enhanced with ‘tainted’ Mako -- which begged the question of what tainted it? That I wasn’t entirely sure about. I had a couple theories, like it being the leftovers of the soul garbage disposal, where the Lifestream took the good bits of ...

The Good Life: Slipping Control (ch. 101)

“Yo! Cloud! We have a mission, and guess with who?” Zack Fair said, opening the door to his dorm with a careless disregard and an easy smile. Cloud Strife nearly fumbled his helmet, startled by the abrupt arrival of his friend. All the more so when Zack shoved a mission briefing into his face as he yanked the helmet away. “Won't be needing that, buddy!” 

Cloud caught the briefing and flipped it open, half glowering at Zack for a moment before he read it. His eyes widened be...

Legends Never Die: The Battles to Come (ch. 136)

Another winter came and went, bringing spring once more and marking the first year of a united Scandinavia. 

The months following my conquest were no less challenging than the conquest itself. The iron needed to be struck while it was hot, so I took advantage of the months leading up to winter to solidify my rule in the newest territories that fell under my domain. There were endless meetings, countless deals that needed to be made, bureaucracy that was created from scratch needed ...

Legends Never Die: The Hunchback (ch. 135)

“God forgive me, I should have killed him when I had the chance,” the famed Charlemagne uttered, pinching the bridge of his nose as he sat at the head of a long table that Pepin wasn't welcome to sit at. Instead, he watched on from the shadows as his… family… gathered. “If not when he was a boy, then in Rome. Damn him!” 

It was a rare thing to see Charlemagne in such a state. His famous control slipped behind closed doors as he slammed a letter upon the table w...

Legends Never Die: The Greatest Stage (ch. 134)

I would have liked to say that the final major battle of my conquest was a grand affair. That it was the great last stand of all those who would resist me as my armies marched on to connect my borders at Saxony. But to claim as such would be a lie, and not even a good one. In the aftermath of our second great victory, the tribes and clans along the coast of the Baltic Sea understood that resistance was futile.

Those that we propped up as rallying points found the armies underneath them ...

Legends Never Die: Next Step (ch. 133)

Sore. If Hjalmar had to describe how he felt in a single word, then that one felt like a solid enough pick. There were others he could choose -- exhausted was a close second choice, and weary a further third. But ‘sore’ had the implication of the other two, so Hjalmar felt very sore. 

Yet, the march continued. 

Another man, a different king, might have slowed down in the aftermath of the great battle of Novograd. Twenty thousand against eighty thousand on a single fi...

Best of Intentions: Feed the Machine (ch. 30)

“Sweet digs,” I remarked from my Resilient Sphere as the cover was cast off from the wagon that I had been loaded inside of. Heisenberg had given up trying to break into it, and instead loaded me up into the secret tunnel that had been built under the castle that the werewolves had erupted from. Just as I suspected, I had been the target of their tipping of the hand, and after dragging me through several miles worth of manmade tunnels and caves systems, we emerged outside near an airfield...

A Golden Path: Design 3.4 (ch. 27)

“He's colder now,” Lyanna observed quietly to Ned, her eyes on their brother as they once more set off for home, now with Catelyn Stark and her retinue in tow. “But he doesn't seem as sad as he was before.” 

“That's something, at least,” Ned voiced, riding alongside Lyanna, even as she fussed about having to ride as a lady with her legs draped over one side. All the while, he watched Brandon speaking willingly to those he had all but ignored in favor of drinking. Someth...

Best of Intentions: Iron Man (ch. 29)

“So-” Chris began over a private channel as we prepared for departure. 

“No,” I cut him off, going through the checklist to make sure that I didn't climb into what amounted to a coffin and throw myself out of an airplane that was on the edge of the stratosphere. The Bus had gone through three revisions, making this one the Bus 3.0. Faster, sleeker, with perfect invisibility and more firepower than most of the world's collective military. I was pretty proud of it. 

A Golden Path: Design 3.3 (ch. 26)

Rickard had considered himself to be a good father. A decent one, at least. He looked to the pampered weak willed children of the South, and even of the North, and he had been proud to see how his children compared. Benjen was young, but dutiful. Lyanna was clever, quick witted, and she would one day grow into a beautiful woman. Eddard was steadfast and reliable. Brandon had been what every father wanted their heir to be -- handsome, clever, and a natural leader. 

But now he looked...

The Good Life: Showtime (ch. 103)

Tifa ducked behind cover just in time, hearing bullets whistle pass where she had been a split second earlier. The concrete barricade shuddered under the continuous impact of gunfire, sending up plumes of dust and rubble that fell on her. A hand went to a Materia in her belt, a Barrier. It wasn't quite mastered, but it was well on its way at the rate she was forced to use it. 

“Reloading. Reloading,” came a synthetic voice that was her cue to throw herself over the barricade. T...

The Good Life: All Because I'm Evil~ (ch. 102)

If the Lifestream was heaven, then Chaos would be hell. That was probably the best analogy I could find once I started digging into Hojo’s discarded science project, Vincent Valentine. 

He had been something of a proto-SOLDIER. Physically enhanced with ‘tainted’ Mako -- which begged the question of what tainted it? That I wasn’t entirely sure about. I had a couple theories, like it being the leftovers of the soul garbage disposal, where the Lifestream took the good bits of ...

The Good Life: Slipping Control (ch. 101)

“Yo! Cloud! We have a mission, and guess with who?” Zack Fair said, opening the door to his dorm with a careless disregard and an easy smile. Cloud Strife nearly fumbled his helmet, startled by the abrupt arrival of his friend. All the more so when Zack shoved a mission briefing into his face as he yanked the helmet away. “Won't be needing that, buddy!” 

Cloud caught the briefing and flipped it open, half glowering at Zack for a moment before he read it. His eyes widened be...

The Good Life: Wellness Check (ch. 100)

“Thank you,” Sephiroth uttered, a quiet relief in his voice that conveyed the depths of his gratitude far more than words ever could convey. “Thank you for helping him.” 

“It's temporary,” I replied, leaning forward as I slid a case of vials that I had prepared in advance for our little road trip across the desk that I was seated behind. “Maybe I can find a more permanent solution, but at this stage… we're pushing back the inevitable.” I made sure to sound like a ...

Legends Never Die: The Hunchback (ch. 135)

“God forgive me, I should have killed him when I had the chance,” the famed Charlemagne uttered, pinching the bridge of his nose as he sat at the head of a long table that Pepin wasn't welcome to sit at. Instead, he watched on from the shadows as his… family… gathered. “If not when he was a boy, then in Rome. Damn him!” 

It was a rare thing to see Charlemagne in such a state. His famous control slipped behind closed doors as he slammed a letter upon the table w...

Legends Never Die: The Greatest Stage (ch. 134)

I would have liked to say that the final major battle of my conquest was a grand affair. That it was the great last stand of all those who would resist me as my armies marched on to connect my borders at Saxony. But to claim as such would be a lie, and not even a good one. In the aftermath of our second great victory, the tribes and clans along the coast of the Baltic Sea understood that resistance was futile.

Those that we propped up as rallying points found the armies underneath them ...

Legends Never Die: Next Step (ch. 133)

Sore. If Hjalmar had to describe how he felt in a single word, then that one felt like a solid enough pick. There were others he could choose -- exausted was a close second choice, and weary a further third. But ‘sore’ had the implication of the other two, so Hjalmar felt very sore. 

Yet, the march continued. 

Another man, a different king, might have slowed down in the aftermath of the great battle of Novograd. Twenty thousand against eighty thousand on a single fie...

Legends Never Die: Giving Ground (ch. 132)

It was strange to think that it had been five years since my last dealings with Jarl Radulfr, back at the very start of my journey to Constantinople. I came to his lands, hoping to find a guide down the winding rivers that would take me to the Black Sea and the greatest city in the world. The Jarl was stubborn, unpleasant, and a cheat who wanted to maintain his grip on the trade that came up the river. Eventually, Morrigan found a guide for us despite Radulfr's best attempts to stop it, of th...

A Golden Path: Design 3.4 (ch. 27)

“He's colder now,” Lyanna observed quietly to Ned, her eyes on their brother as they once more set off for home, now with Catelyn Stark and her retinue in tow. “But he doesn't seem as sad as he was before.” 

“That's something, at least,” Ned voiced, riding alongside Lyanna, even as she fussed about having to ride as a lady with her legs draped over one side. All the while, he watched Brandon speaking willingly to those he had all but ignored in favor of drinking. Someth...

Best of Intentions: Iron Man (ch. 29)

“So-” Chris began over a private channel as we prepared for departure. 

“No,” I cut him off, going through the checklist to make sure that I didn't climb into what amounted to a coffin and throw myself out of an airplane that was on the edge of the stratosphere. The Bus had gone through three revisions, making this one the Bus 3.0. Faster, sleeker, with perfect invisibility and more firepower than most of the world's collective military. I was pretty proud of it. 

A Golden Path: Design 3.3 (ch. 26)

Rickard had considered himself to be a good father. A decent one, at least. He looked to the pampered weak willed children of the South, and even of the North, and he had been proud to see how his children compared. Benjen was young, but dutiful. Lyanna was clever, quick witted, and she would one day grow into a beautiful woman. Eddard was steadfast and reliable. Brandon had been what every father wanted their heir to be -- handsome, clever, and a natural leader. 

But now he looked...

Best of Intentions: Soldier, Poet, King (ch. 28)

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The Good Life: All Because I'm Evil~ (ch. 102)

If the Lifestream was heaven, then Chaos would be hell. That was probably the best analogy I could find once I started digging into Hojo’s discarded science project, Vincent Valentine. 

He had been something of a proto-SOLDIER. Physically enhanced with ‘tainted’ Mako -- which begged the question of what tainted it? That I wasn’t entirely sure about. I had a couple theories, like it being the leftovers of the soul garbage disposal, where the Lifestream took the good bits of ...

The Good Life: Slipping Control (ch. 101)

“Yo! Cloud! We have a mission, and guess with who?” Zack Fair said, opening the door to his dorm with a careless disregard and an easy smile. Cloud Strife nearly fumbled his helmet, startled by the abrupt arrival of his friend. All the more so when Zack shoved a mission briefing into his face as he yanked the helmet away. “Won't be needing that, buddy!” 

Cloud caught the briefing and flipped it open, half glowering at Zack for a moment before he read it. His eyes widened be...

The Good Life: Wellness Check (ch. 100)

“Thank you,” Sephiroth uttered, a quiet relief in his voice that conveyed the depths of his gratitude far more than words ever could convey. “Thank you for helping him.” 

“It's temporary,” I replied, leaning forward as I slid a case of vials that I had prepared in advance for our little road trip across the desk that I was seated behind. “Maybe I can find a more permanent solution, but at this stage… we're pushing back the inevitable.” I made sure to sound like a ...