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Mahjicke Chapter 7Snaedis lounged in a golden chair at the head of the long table. There was all sorts of foods along its length and it donned on Michael just how long it had been since he had last eaten. He'd had a few things since he had left his home, but never an actual meal. It must've been longer for James, but he didn't seem to take any notice of the steaming plates along the white table. He marched straight up to their host, ignoring the common courtesy. Michael and Grigori stood beside their seats, watching as the magician confronted their host.
He had changed into a brown button up shirt, buttoned only about halfway with an undone tie wrapped around his neck as if it were a scarf, over pressed gray slacks. He looked better than Michael had ever seen him, his hair washed, but still uncombed, and his skin clean. He even smelled better, not that it would have been possible for his to have smelled any worse.
Grigori couldn't take his eyes off of him.
"Hell going on here?" James shouted,
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1. Stuffed rabbits litter the floor.
2. Oisin's eyes are closed as he rests, unconscious.
3. His eyes open, slowly.
4. He turns, panicking as the Rawhead squeezing his sides tightly against him.
Oisin: Wha? Oh shit!
1. Lau looks up at him, wincing in pain in his pool of blood.
Lau: Eugene! Do something!
2. Eugene glares at Lau.
Eugene: Like what? I'm a ghost, remember?
3. Lau glares back.
Lau: Don't pull that shit! I know you can touch things!
4. Eugene pouts.
5. He reaches for a rabbit.
Eugene: This had better be worth it.
1. He grabs the rabbit, his veins showing dark through his skin.
Eugene: Hey! Bonehead!
2. The Rawhead turns, still crushing Oisin.
3. Eugene throws the rabbit. His muscles are now visible.
4. The rabbit hit's the Rawhead in the face.
1. The Rawhead clutches it's face in pain.
2. Oisin falls to the ground.
3. He looks up, clutching his ribs.
4. Eugene is down on his hands and knees, his muscle
Mahjicke Chapter 6The beer was crisp, cool, and, most importantly, it distracted Michael from the tingling ache that had taken over his painfully blistered feet. Afallon watched him with his cold, purple eyes, his arms crossed over his small, fluttering chest. It wasn't every day, it wasn't every year, in which someone ordered a beer like a Hefeweizen down here. Michael ignored his contemptuous look; he'd seen so many weird things down here, why would a pixie surprise him?
Grigori sat down beside him at the bar, sighing, no longer wearing his stained apron. He didn't order anything, just stared at Michael for a long time, his eyes tired but still full of enthusiasm.
"Where's John?" he finally asked. Even after the magician had treated him so horribly and scared him out of his home, he was very worried about his old friend.
"Who?" Michael responded, not turning to the young man.
"Whatever his name is. He's changed it since he was last here."
"He's gone." Michael finally turned and looked at the man, whos
Mahjicke Chapter 5The streets were empty of vehicles, even though there were paved streets, the yellow lines still as bright as if they had just been painted the day before. When Michael thought about it, he was surprised by how he hadn't noticed the lack of motorized vehicles in this new world. Here in the center of the strange city, he saw old fashioned bicycles and a few segways, but most of the humanoids walked or flew or did whatever it was that they did to move naturally. In New York no one drove because of the traffic, here, no one drove in general.
Other than the absent noise from machines, the city looked like any other on it's street level. There were parks, libraries, post offices, grocery stores, anything someone might need and they were built up and labeled the same way that they were in New York. There were even a few movie theaters sprawled out across the city. Amongst these common shops and galas were other, more specific shops, which dealt magical items and artifacts as well as small, r
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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