Went outside my parents' house and heard a bird call that didn't fit. Took me a minute to realise that it was a yellow-tailed black cockatoo call. Not something I normally hear/see near my parents' house in Australia. Quickly grabbed my sis' camera with her awesome zoom lens to get photos, as the two cockatoos were pretty high in the banksia (I think) tree.
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“Jasfe Tlacatl, Jasfe Tlacatl, damnit.“ Cya pounded on the ground uselessly. She didn’t have enough juice left in her to barely say the Words, much less to do any good. He was broken, bleeding, unconscious - dying, no, nearly dead. And there was nobody else close enough to save him.
“Dead gods and dragons, Leo, you are not allowed to die on me,” she swore. “Stop it. Stop it!“
He coughed up blood and opened his eyes. “Jasfe Tlactl,” he gasped, and his wounds began to knit. He lost conciousness again, but it was enough.
He’d live. She passed out, while the battle petered out around them.
Warning: This poem includes some touchy topics. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers. It has emotional upheavals, Vagary's continued stress over Calliope not wanting to do things with him, Calliope's continued stress over his closeness, tornado formation, interrupted therapy session, which triggers Vagary's abandonment issues, unexpected changes in superpowers, Calliope looming over Vagary, emotional suppression during an emergency, an emergency dispatcher doing a shitty job, negotiating with supervillains, stormchasing, exhaustion, crashing with friends at a weather station, and other challenges. If these are sensitive issues for you, please consider your tastes and headspace before reading onward.
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I figure, in Terramagne, they're either discussing "Should we all move to the Maldives?" or "That really romantic bay in Japan has stopped murdering everyone who goes there. Who wants to go on a mating trip?"
Nilien wanted to think that the walk to the dorm would be safe, but even though nobody else seemed to believe her, her life seemed increasingly dangerous. “I - yes. I’d like that, please, if it’s not any trouble.”
“Not any trouble at all!” He grinned brightly at her. “And besides, you can navigate by my map, and I can see if it make any sense.”
“Oh.” Nilien found herself smiling. “I see. It’s a test. Well, Professor Chason, let’s see how I do on this quiz, shall we?”
Cultiples #1 is now available!( Cover behind cut )LB has spent years discussing the good, neutral, and challenging sides of multiplicity. Now they take on the cult leaders within their demographic, starting with Tristan Grey (legally known as Desiree Hamm). Tristan, LB's penpal of two and a half years, is in jail for kidnapping, sexually assaulting, and branding two teenage girls, who he roped into an online roleplaying cult. Cultiples #1 dives into his story and tactics.
The paper book is $5. The listing is up HERE. People coming to my signing on 3/25/2017 will get it first; I can’t ship them out until Monday.
The ebook is pay what you want, as promised. Please spread to whoever you think would be well-served, especially fellow plurals. I’m also considering making an Issue #0 just for my posts about tactics, without using any leader in particular, but meh, maybe not.
Anyway, her poor Kept has to deal with sobbing Cya and… in a move proving why her power thought he needed to be in a protective Keeping for a year… punches Leo in the face.
Leo gamely DOESN’T attack him back, although he scolds him, yells at him, and tells him to get out of his sight.
And then Cya comes home.
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“I’ve been thinking.” As intros went, leaning in the doorway of Mike’s office with his feet still planted on the hallway floor, it left something to be desired. But he had been, and that had been the best he could come up with.”
“I can tell.” Mike smirked up at him. “Come in, feather-brain. Keep doing that and we’ll have an audience in no time.”
Luke came in, closing the door behind him. “It’s summer,” he muttered, before letting himself get back to the topic. “You can tell?’
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Weather is warm but very blustery.
There are still two white eggs in the mourning dove nest by the kitchen window.
The barrel garden has a purple hyacinth budding beneath it. The first of the purple grape hyacinths have opened near the patio. Daffodils are budding in the inner ring around the maple tree, and a purple crocus is blooming there. I saw the first blue-and-white violet blooming today.