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Hoofs Tad was a big city, the biggest in the world, and I had imagined it to be four times the size of See Gemmente. My estimate was off by a lot. It was more then ten times the circumference of the old logging town and five times the height. The buildings were constructed, not thrown together, out of metal and glass that reached towards the boiling sun sitting lazily in the sky. There was no sign of corrosion or age on them as they lay close together, making the streets a claustrophobic maze in which the highest signs of advanced civilization were dominant.
Women walked along the streets with their noses in the air, small robotic creatures hanging from them, curling around their elegant bodies, or hiding in their bags. Children were kept distracted and controlled with solar powered whirligigs and playthings. Business men chatted continuously on small brass communicators. This city was so alive it made all of the others I had been to look like ghost infested ruins.
I was a ch
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This may sound a bit strange, but I have never really liked reading diaries. It just feels a bit dirty, even if the authors are the ones who published it. To me it feels like you are trespassing into someone's private thoughts, regardless of whether or not they gave you permission, you feel like your going to be found out like a burglar in the night.
Well, here I am writing one. Don't worry; I'll try not to write it in diary form, but like an actual book. It's just that I have a dangerous job and I'm somewhat afraid I'll be forgotten when I'm gone. Is that a big deal? I know that my partner, Valentin, would tease me for this endlessly if he found out I was doing this. It doesn't matter what I do, he always seems to be teasing me for something or other. I remember this one time when we went to a mansion on a lead. No, I shouldn't really get into that. That's not what this book is about. Anyway, maybe this will help someone out there who feels the same way as I do.
Sometimes, I w
Mahjicke Chapter 19"Ayden?" Michael pressed, the name still not natural in his mouth, "We need to talk."
The scrawny magician was lounging on a new couch, one that he had recently bought with an upped security system. His hair was finally brushed and washed, his clothing pressed and washed. He hardly resembled the man that Michael had met just a few weeks before.
He stood up, glancing at Lefu, Grigori, and Father Daley, excusing himself from their company before following Michael into the kitchen.
"What is it?" Ayden posed. Even his voice was different than it had been. It was softer, his grammar more like everyone else's.
"How are you?" Michael asked, suddenly nervous.
"You asked me in here for that?" Ayden raised an eyebrow, "I'm fine. I feel amazing! I seriously haven't felt this good in years. My mind is finally coming back, little by little, every day. I have this thing in my chest, here, feel it!"
He grasped Michael's hand a pressed it against his chest. Even through the unbuttoned shirt and clean
Mahjicke Chapter 18The priest's hand glowed slightly, blue but weak. As if there were a heart in his narrow chest his skeleton flashed, becoming obvious through his pale flesh twice, one flash after another, a mockery of a hearts beating. In the amount of time it would take for the missing organ to pump blood through the body, his magic traveled through his veins.
The shimmering hand, still gripped around Cor's leg, sparked as the magic reached it and jumped, like electricity to water, into the creature's own blood stream. Immediately, his body halted, becoming as movable as a boulder, the electric shock locking all of his muscles into place.
Michael's head hurt and his lungs were on fire. He pulled himself into a sitting position the muscles in his back screaming. They had been pulled and bruised by the rough treatment of the past few days. Grigori was still standing beside him, James laying limp, but starting to move, in it's strong arms. The android was staring into the room they had come from.
Mahjicke Chapter 17If Michael had still been conscious he would have undoubtedly thanked James for burning the door down, just a few violent minutes before. He flew through the gaping hole, which still smoldered in areas, and didn't so much as land as he did slid along the marble floor on the other side of it. He couldn't even feel as he crashed into the hard corridor, his weight moving around his frame and forcing him even further along the floor.
Limp and unmoving, his heavy frame came to a rest at Grigori's feet, causing the android to pause and turn, the unconscious magician still in it's new arms. The entire army stood in the hallway, their eyes wide and surprised, all on the unconscious human.
There was a Dwarf, bald and wrinkle free, even though he was very old, almost 35. He, like everyone else of his species, had his magic based in bodily fluids, all of them. That's why dwarves were one of the least liked species. That, and they were usually pretty nasty. If there was some crime, a burglary, a p
Mahjicke Chapter 16Grigori didn't hesitate. It rushed towards James as he lay on the ground writhing in agony as Cor repeated his name. It wrenched his charm out of his black breast pocket, shouting the shielding spell as he continued forward. Blood splashed out of the charm, wrapping it around Grigori's limbs and chest, glowing slightly before vanishing completely.
Michael stared, not knowing what to do. The cabinet was locked, there was no way he could get James' heart now and he didn't know any magic. He thought that maybe Grigori was still not quite right, having forgotten just how worthless both of them were against the creature.
The android crashed into him, knocking him to the ground. While he was surprised, his black blood dripping from the wound in his diaphragm to the dark floor, Grigori regaled his face with his heavy metal fists. The skin and bones underneath buckled and shattered under each touch, Grigori's inhuman strength rendering him into a pulp. Within seconds he looked like a blood ora
Mahjicke Chapter 15The Giant secretary had a new trashy romance novel in her massive hands, so trapped in it's bland, fictional world that she didn't even notice when the huge doors were pushed open. If it weren't for the pain, she probably wouldn't have even noticed when James threw one of his glowing charms towards her, whispering "#knute." Red vines had immediately grown out of the charm, flowing and wrapping around her limbs like tentacles before binding closed, forcing her to fall from her chair, completely tied up.
They didn't wait to see if it worked, to see if she could somehow get herself out of the bloody cords, but ran on ahead. That was what the cavalry was for.
They had no issues with finding Cor's office. All three of them had been there before. Michael exhaled slowly, trying to calm his nerves. To this point the plan had worked out just fine. Here was the hard part.
Cor may not know they were coming, but there was no way he would remain surprised for long. He was much more powerful than th
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1. Miranda drives as fast as she can, avoiding other cars on the road.
2. She looks around, in a panic.
Miranda: Oisin? Pick up the phone! Oisin!
1. Oisin's cell phone rings in his crumpled jeans pocket.
2. Oisin sits in a chair, his hands tied behind his back, everything but his underwear removed.
3. He starts to wake up.
Witch 3: Finally. I thought he'd be out forever.
4. A room full of witches lean over him.
1. Miranda parks, poorly, in Oisin's parking lot, getting out immediately.
2. She runs up the stairs.
3. She flings open the door to the apartment.
4. Eugene rushes to her.
Eugene: Miranda! You're here! Have you heard what's going on?
Miranda: No! What's going on? What's with the sky and the buildings?
1. Witch 1 leans on one of the walls, glancing at Oisin through her eyelashes.
Witch 1: Well, now that you're awake I guess it's time we discuss what you told us. You said that there were three of you.