26.3
Will be out on 11/08/2025, currently recovering from Halloween.
2025-11-02 01:08:06 +0000 UTC View Post
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26.2
ACT YoE 4,191 / LT November 14, 2009, 0800
PRT Headquarters
Brockton Bay
Conference Room
The conference room on the PRT’s upper floors was designed to make people believe in lines. Lines on maps, lines of authority, clean edges on hard choices. Frosted glass denied the city its detail and kept the skyline at a polite distance. The flag behind the desk was centered so precisely that it made Melissa’...
2025-10-01 03:20:05 +0000 UTC View Post26.1
ACT YoE 4,191 / LT November 13, 2009, 1159
PRT Headquarters
Brockton Bay
Ward Dorms
Melissa sat stiff in the little chair, knuckles pressed to her knees. She caught her own reflection in the antique mirror—except it wasn’t hers, not really.
The mirror had been delivered by one of Kid Win’s drones, a polished glass frame in tarnished brass, carted in like fragile cargo. He’d waved off her ...
2025-09-01 01:08:29 +0000 UTC View Post26.0
ACT YoE 4,181 / LT October 25, 2000
Earth Bet → Local Spatial Reality
Northern Arctic Ice Pack
Once, this corner of the Arctic had been a dead plateau of white. A wind-scoured expanse where ice fractured under its own weight, and the horizon never shifted, only repeating itself like a frozen echo. Now, that blankness was gone.
Where glaciers had groaned and nothing else had stirred, something impossible had taken root.
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*ACT YoE 4,181/LT September 29, 2000*
Earth Bet → Local Spatial Reality
Northern Arctic Ice Pack
Eve watched as the tiny shrub that Kudzu presented to the world phased into existence. There was a short pause as her ally examined the surroundings before stating, “No birds present, I like this land. Clean air. What’s the plan?”
Kudzu was refreshing that way. Plants didn’t care if they were moved. Didn’t care if all their projects were put on hold for...
2025-07-06 03:21:06 +0000 UTC View Post25.8
*ACT YoE 4,181/LT September 29, 2000*
Earth Bet → Local Spatial Reality
United States
Cauldron Compound-Post Battle Debriefing (Simurgh Engagement)
Contessa sat at the circular table in the conference room, a pale blue laptop open in front of her, the screen's faint glow tracing the harsh edges of her face in a blue-white glow. Around her, the other members of Cauldron murmured in quiet discord. Heated arguments rarely reached a boil among the Cauldron elite...
2025-06-08 02:52:30 +0000 UTC View Post25.8
The chapter will be available next Saturday, June 7, 2025. Currently hosting family for an extended Memorial Day celebration.
2025-06-01 23:17:51 +0000 UTC View Post25.7
*ACT YoE 4,181/LT September 15, 2000
Earth Bet
United States
New York
Eve floated high above New York, waiting for the disaster she knew would happen shortly. It was even odds if she’d be able to get the last golem core at this point or not. If the winged abomination Wilson showed didn’t show up, Eve would be stuck waiting another approximately two years. Were she not certain that the time flows between here and the Cyber Depths were disso...
2025-05-02 00:44:36 +0000 UTC View Post25.6
*ACT YoE 4,173/LT May 27, 2072, at 0000*
Hypogeal
Pre-DataKrash Vault
Silver meandered into the vault, silencing the alarms screaming in the private Net to a world that no longer recognized their existence. Each of Maine’s team members had taken an item, but what they removed was inconsequential to her. Eve couldn’t care less since none of them would contest her persona of Silver for the real meat.
Spellbooks.
In Netrunner terms, a spellbook was a ma...
2025-04-06 04:20:05 +0000 UTC View Post25.6
Busy week at work with all the stuff going on for government agencies, so the chapter will be up on Saturday.
2025-04-01 05:55:03 +0000 UTC View Post25.5
*ACT YoE 4,173/LT May 27, 2072, at 0000
Arasaka Headquarters
Black Ops Area
Ripping Room #4
Eve’s lips moved without sound as she watched through the one-way meter-thick unbreakable composite plasteel glass. In front of her, strapped to a dissection table, was one Mr. West-One. Doctors skilled in mana research were currently turning him from a man into materials. The final pieces were sliced, diced, and cataloged as she finished her ritual chant. 2025-03-01 06:18:22 +0000 UTC View Post
25.4
*ACT YoE 4,173/LT May 22, 2072, at 0700
Arasaka Headquarters
Floor #317
Eve floated lazily a half-meter above the floor, her cyber-linked Crown rotating slowly over her head. A long, lazy, disinterested expression marred her face as she gazed down at the city being reborn below. Without her exceptional sight, everyone would appear as ants from the just-below-penthouse suite of Arasaka Tower. The conference room she occupied was a masterpiece of minimali...
2025-02-01 18:26:53 +0000 UTC View Post25.3
*ACT YoE 4,171/LT April 22, 2070, at 0037
Corporate Lab #8
Arasaka Headquarters
R&D Underground Satellite Hive#2
The pale hand adorned with silver runes gripped the edge of the coffin’s lid, and a slow, deliberate movement followed. A second hand emerged, mirroring the first runes pulsing harmoniously with the flickering glyphs on the walls. The ooze, sensing a threat, wri...
2025-01-01 08:29:14 +0000 UTC View Post25.2
*ACT YoE 4,171/LT April 22, 2070, at 0000*
Corporate Lab #8
Arasaka Headquarters
R&D Underground Satellite Hive#2
Arasaka Lab #8, or the eighth circle of hell as the slavish researchers inside called it, stood as a stark anomaly within the otherwise sterile corporate complex of headquarters. Tucked deep below the labyrinth of the Arasaka Tower's lower levels, it was cloaked in secrecy known only to the Board of Directors...
2024-12-01 08:46:19 +0000 UTC View Post25.1
**ACT YoE 4,171/LT March 13, 2070, at 0700**
Corporate Offices of Berkly and Bruce Skiv
Outer Ring of City Center
Northern Downtown Dockspace
Eve had enjoyed watching Crystal work through a silver mirror enchanted to reflect her investment. She didn’t expect this Julio Palacio to last much longer. There were only so many places a mortal could hide from a blood elemental slowly growing in strength. Chrome wouldn’t mean ...
2024-11-02 09:29:57 +0000 UTC View Post25.0
**ACT YoE 4,171/LT March 11, 2070, at 0000**
Palm View Way, Catacombs, Tunnel #8.
"You're certain this is where Julio's Lieutenant is hiding that little piece of garbage?" Crystal sub-vocalized, her voice carried not through tech but through the intricate, pulsing veins of blood magic in her bone’s marrow that connected her to the world’s digital undercurrent. Her crystallized skeleton hummed with the ancient power of the Law of B...
2024-10-02 00:10:26 +0000 UTC View Post24.9
**ACT YoE 4,171/LT March 4, 2070, at 1202**
Heywood, The Glen, Basketball Court #1 Bleachers
Sebastian Ibarra, known as Padre, was terrified. It was a normal emotion in his opinion when confronted with the closest thing to a god he’d ever seen. The sparkling silver girl hovering a foot or so over the bleachers watching the nearby basketball game didn’t look threatening, not at first. She looked like something you’d find in a hig...
2024-09-02 18:59:20 +0000 UTC View Post24.8
**ACT YoE 4,171/LT March 4, 2070, at 0917**
The Seattle Wasteland
Eve finished negotiating with Crystal’s two companions. Rabbit would fall under Felix, while Fluff, previously known as Fluffyfeathers, would land beneath Nota. It worked out rather well. Crystal, barring any complications, would fall under the Silver Witch’s purview.
Cho Eun-Kyung and Crystal Moss’s vocal disagreement had finally settled. Appro...
2024-08-02 02:50:26 +0000 UTC View Post24.7
March 4, 2070, at 0601
Seattle, Dragon Foundation Corporate Holding, Central Ring
Within the Soul-Space of Crystal Moss
Eve Smith, the Silver Witch Prime, observed that her association with the Law of Blood allowed access to the Law of Silver. Knowledge of the so-called meta-planes was the final component she needed to make a breakthrough. Her eyes, sharp and focused, traced the intricate patterns of the ritual before her before slotting [Silver] 2024-07-01 05:22:24 +0000 UTC View Post
24.6
March 4, 2070, at 0601
Seattle, Dragon Foundation Corporate Holding, Central Ring
"Good morning," Nadja greeted as Crystal settled into the ornate breakfast table. The room was a blend of old-world luxury and modern finesse; the carved wooden chairs with their meticulously crafted leather padding flanked a carved mahogany table, its surface gleaming under the morning light that filtered through the tall, arched windows draped with heavy velvet curtains. The room was a...
2024-06-01 09:46:57 +0000 UTC View Post24.5
March 3, 2070, at 0317
Seattle, Sky Needle
Jonathan "Ironhand" McCallister did not let emotion disrupt his cold, metallic logic. Sitting across from Nadja Davier in the dimly lit room atop the iconic Sky Needle, he maintained a thinly veiled smile, his eyes glinting with the reflective sheen of refined steel. Ares Optics looked at the elf while his brain, enhanced with the latest cybernetic interfaces, processed information at speeds that mocked the sluggish pac...
2024-05-01 06:43:32 +0000 UTC View Post24.4
March 3, 2070, at 0002
Seattle, Sky Needle
The Sky Needle, a majestic spire piercing the heavens, had transformed far beyond Crystal's recollection. Once it stood as a solitary sentinel, it loomed thrice or quintuple its original stature, a colossus overlooking the world below. Enigmatic runes, birthed from the dreams of a sorcerer with a penchant for the language of architecture, danced along its robust support structure, intertwining with the cold alien metal in a symphony of ar...
2024-04-01 05:24:11 +0000 UTC View PostAuthor's Corner I
Sorry for the radio silence.
There have been a great deal of changes at work recently. My old chief has retired to a position they've explicitly opened to keep them on board since they know all the bigwigs in the city/state. A lot easier to fundraise when you don't cut off the main schmoozer and force them to retire.
My new chief is taking on the extensive workload and tossing most of it to me, which also came with a raise, so not much I can argue on that end. I've had to scale ...
24.3
March 2, 2070, at 1943
Seattle, Inner City District, Broadmoor
“I can only imagine the cost,” Crystal murmured, her voice a delicate blend of silk and shadows. Standing statuesque in the center of a room adorned with Victorian elegance, she was the epitome of vampiric grace. The room, part of Nadja Daviar’s Seattle holdings, shimmered with reflections of a blood elf’s well-endowed form in the surrounding mirrors. Attending to Crystal was a tailor whose exquisite craftsmans...
2024-02-01 03:37:48 +0000 UTC View Post24.2
March 2, 2070, at 0207
Otherworld Seattle, Outer District
Crystal surveyed the aftermath with magically enhanced vision, her crimson gaze cutting through the neon haze. The Draco Foundation's security squad, donned in avant-garde exosuits, carried out their operation with icy precision. Each maneuver was a brutal demonstration of tactical skill in reclaiming assets. Defeated enemies were exposed, their cybernetic augmentations and armor dismantled – a cache of mystical tech awai...
2024-01-07 21:45:43 +0000 UTC View PostAllo, the holidays are nuts!
I'll be doing a chapter when I can, but it will have to be flexible since the insanity of the holidays has commenced in full swing!
2023-12-14 03:46:18 +0000 UTC View Post24.1
March 2, 2070, at 0207
Otherworld Seattle, Outer District
Crystal’s vampiric senses were like a bloodhound. It helped that the air grew thicker with the scent of blood the closer to the scene of the carnage she came. Her senses sharpened beyond human limits, guided her through the dimly lit Outer District rooftop zones. Neon light died into flickering pools of protective warding as she sped among the roofs. The blood scent, fresh and pungent, wafted through the air, growing more...
2023-12-09 06:59:23 +0000 UTC View Post24.0
March 1, 2070, at 1043
Otherworld Seattle, Outer Wastes, Washington State Route 99
Crystal sat casually on a leather sofa with an air of otherworldly grace granted by her vampiric body’s innate reflexes. Her crimson eyes stared unblinking at Shun Lee, the short boy sitting across from her on his sofa. The boy’s expression of unease gave him the look of a terrified lemming.
Eventually, she broke the internal silence and said, “He can see me. Stir Fry with Sauce.” As h...
2023-11-20 04:09:15 +0000 UTC View PostChapter Delay till Friday
Having trouble weaving more of the Shadowrunner bits in, but I have the outline I want finally.
2023-11-15 03:36:55 +0000 UTC View Post23.9
March 1, 2070, at 0804
Otherworld Seattle, Outer Wastes, Jungle Trap#6
In the bright-lit jungle wastes of Seattle's outskirts, where the city's concrete veins yielded to the dense embrace of magical hotspots, Shun Lee, a fourteen-year-old scout, lay concealed in the jungle's verdant canopy. His patience was a honed skill, essential in the world of Shades, where the line between survival and peril was often razor-thin.
"Hey, how's my favorite scout doing up there?" crackled a...
2023-11-08 02:45:24 +0000 UTC View Post