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The Good Life: Making Friends (ch. 99)

“What is this? How…?” Sephiroth questioned, hovering over me and Genesis with obvious concern that he didn't quite know how to express. The old professor allowed us a room to settle inside so I could inspect the wound that I’d inflicted upon the First Class SOLDIER. His shirt and jacket were removed, revealing the gray flesh and black spiderweb veins from the stone-like wound. He was pale and sweaty as he laid up on the bed that was offered, his breathing shallow and uneven because I ...

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 a last stand of all those who would resist me as my armies march 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 Baltic Sea understood that resistance was futile.

Those that we propped up as rallying points found the armies underneath them melting away by the hou...

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...

Legends Never Die: The Hard Road (ch. 131)

‘I might kill the King,’ Hjalmar thought to himself. It was a stray thought, but one that crept up with surprising persistence as the months passed. Hjalmar wasn't sure why the King did it, but the moment he acknowledged him on that stage while giving him some award, things had gotten… interesting. And not in a good way. 

It should have been an honor. And, if he was being a little more honest with himself, it was an honor. It hadn't come as much of ...

Best of Intentions: Iron Man (ch. 29)

Heads up: I rewrote a portion of chapter 28 regarding the events of what would happen in Resident Evil 4. Originally, Leon and Ada dealt with it largely off-screen, but that has been changed to Rude's Big Brother system, catching an alert.

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“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 ou...

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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A Golden Path: Design 3.2 (ch. 25)

Brandon was not doing well, Ned knew. They all saw it. Each of them did what they could to bring him out of the melancholy that gripped him, only for each and every attempt to be met with scorn and failure. He couldn't help but feel responsible, but in the days that followed, he didn't know what he could actually do to pull his brother from his downward spiral. 

Then his father pulled him to the side, telling them that he had done enough, and Brandon would sink or swim on his own. ...

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 ...

The Good Life: Making Friends (ch. 99)

“What is this? How…?” Sephiroth questioned, hovering over me and Genesis with obvious concern that he didn't quite know how to express. The old professor allowed us a room to settle inside so I could inspect the wound that I’d inflicted upon the First Class SOLDIER. His shirt and jacket were removed, revealing the gray flesh and black spiderweb veins from the stone-like wound. He was pale and sweaty as he laid up on the bed that was offered, his breathing shallow and uneven because I ...

The Good Life: Road Trip with the Boys (ch. 98)

“How strange for us to be part of the same mission,” Sephiroth noted, a light smile tugging at his lips as he looked to the closest friends he had. The only friends he had. Angeal and Genesis both stood, waiting for the man that they would be escorting, but they also wore small smiles, appreciating the rarity. 

“Our mission must be an important one if the three of us are to make sure his head remains on his shoulders," Genesis said, pushing back his light red hair wi...

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...

Legends Never Die: The Hard Road (ch. 131)

‘I might kill the King,’ Hjalmar thought to himself. It was a stray thought, but one that crept up with surprising persistence as the months passed. Hjalmar wasn't sure why the King did it, but the moment he acknowledged him on that stage while giving him some award, things had gotten… interesting. And not in a good way. 

It should have been an honor. And, if he was being a little more honest with himself, it was an honor. It hadn't come as much of ...

Legends Never Die: Passage of Time (ch. 130)

“I am going to wring his damn neck!” Jill thundered as she paced the room, as angry as Jasmine had ever seen her. She marched like a woman off to war, practically bouncing off the wall, just to turn on her heel to continue her pacing. It was a struggle to keep her amusement off her face, and she distracted herself by playing with Radahn's small hands. “How could he put himself in that position? Surrounded on all sides by three hundred men? All of them wanting him dead?...

Grimm Tales (Live Action TV Multicross)

‘So, the multiverse and transmigration are both real, huh?’ I asked myself, holding up a newspaper that was about the size of me while I sat at a well-worn dinner table that was about a decade off from being considered an antique. Emblazoned across the top was the name of the paper for America, one of many, but the ever-popular New York Times was nowhere to be found. Instead, there was the New York Gazette.

The revelation didn’t happen in a vacuum. About a month ago, afte...

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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A Golden Path: Design 3.2 (ch. 25)

Brandon was not doing well, Ned knew. They all saw it. Each of them did what they could to bring him out of the melancholy that gripped him, only for each and every attempt to be met with scorn and failure. He couldn't help but feel responsible, but in the days that followed, he didn't know what he could actually do to pull his brother from his downward spiral. 

Then his father pulled him to the side, telling them that he had done enough, and Brandon would sink or swim on his own. ...

Best of Intentions: Beauty of Annihilation (ch. 27)

There was a point in time when Chris Redfield would have earnestly called Albert Wesker a friend. 

He had always been quiet. A bit standoffish. The type that prided themselves on being a professional, so it felt like a victory when you convinced him to go out for a few drinks to celebrate a job well done. He would usually fall into the background of a crowd, but every once in a while he'd make a small sarcastic joke, and they never failed to get a laugh. 

Albert Wesker w...

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 ...

The Good Life: Making Friends (ch. 99)

“What is this? How…?” Sephiroth questioned, hovering over me and Genesis with obvious concern that he didn't quite know how to express. The old professor allowed us a room to settle inside so I could inspect the wound that I’d inflicted upon the First Class SOLDIER. His shirt and jacket were removed, revealing the gray flesh and black spiderweb veins from the stone-like wound. He was pale and sweaty as he laid up on the bed that was offered, his breathing shallow and uneven because I ...

The Good Life: Road Trip with the Boys (ch. 98)

“How strange for us to be part of the same mission,” Sephiroth noted, a light smile tugging at his lips as he looked to the closest friends he had. The only friends he had. Angeal and Genesis both stood, waiting for the man that they would be escorting, but they also wore small smiles, appreciating the rarity. 

“Our mission must be an important one if the three of us are to make sure his head remains on his shoulders," Genesis said, pushing back his light red hair wi...

The Good Life: Company Man (ch. 97)

“Firaga,” I uttered, feeling a hum in the magic circuits that I channeled the command through, and in response a torrent of fire ignited before me. A test dummy was instantly engulfed in potent flames, getting reduced to ash in a handful of seconds while the walls and floor of the test area steamed where the fire consumed itself. A slight smile tugged at my lips as I looked down at the carefully crafted magic circuit that was clamped and pointed in the direction of the test bed. 

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...

Legends Never Die: The Hard Road (ch. 131)

‘I might kill the King,’ Hjalmar thought to himself. It was a stray thought, but one that crept up with surprising persistence as the months passed. Hjalmar wasn't sure why the King did it, but the moment he acknowledged him on that stage while giving him some award, things had gotten… interesting. And not in a good way. 

It should have been an honor. And, if he was being a little more honest with himself, it was an honor. It hadn't come as much of ...

Legends Never Die: Passage of Time (ch. 130)

“I am going to wring his damn neck!” Jill thundered as she paced the room, as angry as Jasmine had ever seen her. She marched like a woman off to war, practically bouncing off the wall, just to turn on her heel to continue her pacing. It was a struggle to keep her amusement off her face, and she distracted herself by playing with Radahn's small hands. “How could he put himself in that position? Surrounded on all sides by three hundred men? All of them wanting him dead?...

Legends Never Die: Convincing Arguments (ch. 129)

Each of my kingdoms needed a different approach to solidify my rule over them. In Denmark, the kingdom was small enough in terms of landmass that Miklagard and the kingsroad were enough evidence to support my claims that the changes I offered would strengthen our people and make life easier. They were examples that I could point to for all to see and it was impossible for them to go unseen. 

That approach would not work for Geatland and Sweden. The people there were too dispersed. ...