Short piece

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I asked for some ideas for some of my characters... thanks to Allison and Rhona!

Also thanks to Nick Livsey...


Fiona will come back into play at some point in the future.

Here's a taste of her world...



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Catherine Street, August 1860.

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With both thanks and apologies to annwfyn: the former for the prompt for this story, and the latter for the liberties I have taken with a historical period that she knows better than I do...

( Tess loved the sunshine. )

[Changeling] Noise (home, family, freedom from seph_hazard)

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In the dark and the din of the nightclub, I feel as trapped as ever I was. Bodies press on me, wrap around me; the lights burn in my brain which the noise has turned to nothing but muddle and fear. I feel the terror welling up inside me, the desire to loose the darkness in a wave and then transform; let the stallion rule and see what they make of that, this crowd of fools wo hold me like a fist.

There is nothing for me here; not just in this place, but in this world where all I know is dead and buried; where my family are scattered, my home destroyed and replace with a filthy, stinking shed where poultry goes to die. At that moment I am sure that after all our efforts, all our planning, all her fighting and all my running we have fled one hell only to be trapped within another. That someone here, behind the lights, one of Them is watching.

And then the woman is gone, her cloying, over-scented softness replaced by a lean, hard, strong body. I have never seen the face before me, but I know her like I know myself and at the sight of her I feel... What do I feel? Joy? Relief? Complete? Yes, these, but more. I feel free, for the first time.

"Hello, horse," she says.

I hold her, and she is everything I had thought lost. She is home and friends and family and freedom.

I touch my face to hers and know peace.

"Hello, kitty."

[Changeling] Every move you make (cautious, learning, Winter from <user site="livejournal.com" user=

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From the shadows he watches, cloaked in darkness. From the light he watches, shrouded in Winter. On trackless feet he follows, cautious as a hunting cat.

He follows to the office; heavily guarded, yet so far from secure. They have let him in on many occasions, recognising his face (for, although they have never met him, they know his face), granting him access to the quarry's office and to his colleagues. It's diverting, but a risk and for too little reward.

No, the point is to follow his quarry home. To watch him through the windows with his family. For months he has done this from afar, studying his quarry's movements, gathering intelligence. Soon it will be time to move closer; still wary, but closer to his prey. Closer to his family.

Once he knows how to read people he can learn to act like him; when he can act like him, he can go closer. When his family accept him, it will be time to strike.

The Turk watches the embrace between his Fetch and the woman he has married. Sees the Fetch lift the child they adopted in his arms. If he could see the coldness of the embrace, or the way the child flinches from his glass-eyed father, perhaps the bitter rage would burn less hot; perhaps the frantic tick-tock of his heart would not race so fast.

But these are things he can not see. He is still learning, and until he has learned all there is to learn, he will wait, and watch, and burn.

Ocean-deafened voices / warning me

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( With apologies to Tim A. )

[Mortals] And then... (confusion, conviction, fatherhood from <user site="livejournal.com" user="sep

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First came certainty: there are no monsters or paranormal phenomena. Everyone who says otherwise is deluded or attention-seeking or...

Or what? For sevent years it eluded him. Seven years of searching and thinking and testing and probing and nothing presented itself. Nothing owned up and said 'yep; I make people believe in the weird'.

And then came confusion: the Fortean studies society in all their mad, paranoid, weird, self-deluding glory. Inventors, Earth-mothers, reclusive exhibitionists, wannabe elves, girls from the future, conspiracy theorists and...

And Jayne. Sensible Jayne. Wonderful, generous, down-to-Earth Jayne.

And then came acceptance: it was a slow starter, but it came. The certainty that the world was a wider and a stranger place than his philosophy could dream of. The realisation that if some of it was real then...

Then all of it could be real.

And then came conviction: the determination that there must be an explanation and that he would find it. Not just for himself, but for the others.

Because then came responsibility: the responsibility that came with standing at the eye of the storm.

Julius felt that responsibility every day. He was sure that many of the others felt it as well, but he didn't let himself think about it too much. Convince yourself that there were others who knew that it was upm to them to keep everyone together and you'd start to think you could go easy for a while; lie back and smell the triffids. It didn't work like that.

They all counted on him, even the others who kept it together; even the ones he counted on. And besides, even if they didn't, there would soon enough be one who did.

Because then came fatherhood, and just the thought of it scared and thrilled him like nothing else in all the crazy, mixed up world.

[Mage] - Above Price (love, beginning, develop from seph_hazard

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( Begin at the very beginning )

[Requiem] Cutting a Dash (suit, precise, memory from <user site="livejournal.com" user="seph_hazard"

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The Headhunter regarded himself in the mirror, admiring the precise lines of the suit.

"Yes," he decided. "Yes; this is perfect. Order fourteen."

Christian coughed softly. "Sir... this is a bespoke suit."

"And I want fourteen of them."

"Yes, sir. The tailor won't like it, however."

"What is the price of a tailor's pride these days?" the Headhunter asked. "About 23% above the ticket?"

"About that, yes," Christian replied.

"Give him 15. If we go over he'll get offended and refuse the work. Then give him a 30% bonus at the end."

"Yes, sir."

Christian didn't understand, the Headhunter mused, after his aide had left. It took a Mekhet to truly appreciate the value of a suit with no memory.

The only way she knows how

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I'm afraid I cheated here and combined lslaw's words (home, family, freedom) with faerierhona's (horses, money, responsibility). They just felt like the same story.

( The only way she knows how. )

[Harm] The hardest thing in this world, is to live in it.

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( I've loved reading some of the Wolfblooded fic and think that they add a great deal to the dynamic of the game. So, I volunteer a different point of view in how I see one relationship. Warning: Does contain swearing briefly. )

Three Things

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Hey all

It's been pointed out to me that of late this community has suddenly been overrun with little bits of fic inspired by three random words. This is something which started in amidst the normal random chatter on Buzz and has become a bit of a meme.

However, I know not everyone is on Buzz. So, I'm explaining it properly here. If you're not on Buzz and think this looks cool, then feel free to drop a comment here. What people have been doing on Buzz is listing their PCs and then everyone tries to think of three random words for them. They then write some random fic based on those words.

I hope you all enjoy the fic that has been produced as much as I have been.

[Forsaken] So it goes (duty, rescue, fight from seph_hazard)

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( So it goes )

[Promethean] Too Little (strength, safety, older from <user site="livejournal.com" user="seph_hazard

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He was strong, the brick broke easily beneath his bare fingers, but strength was not enough. He had offered protection to his family, but there was no safety to be found beneath his arm.

In his care, Punch had been burned.

In his care, Clay had been hurt.

In his care, Rocker had almost lost himself in rage.

In his care, Joseph had died.

A final stroke of his hand and the mark was completed. Something lasting, indelible, struck into the fabric of the building where Joseph was born.

As he leaped down from the building he felt the fire in his belly thicken and bubble up into his chest in a slow, black trickle.

And he knew he was older.

[Forsaken - Eve] July Challenge - Unexpected Consequences

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((I meant to finish this and post it a while ago but I have been somewhat useless, so this is a write-up of a scene between Nel and Eve which happened when Isabelle was in hospital, so it is a little old now :P It also counts as a Challenge since it was a scene.))

( Unexpected Consequences )