Moggie

Ok, I must know the name of that emote. Funny screenshot!

I love Shia art and that is just terribly funny.

BEWARE THE FIRE HOSE OF DOOOOOOOM!

That's.....wow. Yeah, I'm pretty much speechless.

Ok, I can't help you costume wise. Many of my alts tend to look like they got dressed in the dark.
However, if you *really* want some help on your backstory, I can crit and edit it for you. Just to polish it up a little if you want.
Let me know.

What he said!

Very handy and clear for those of us who don't really speak "computer" Thank you!

Killer! And I mean that.

<snickers>

Pull! Pull! You can do it!
On second thought, maybe you'd better not. No telling where you'll drop it.

Pretty Shia work as always.

That's pretty nifty. Poor DB!

The man noticed his hand shaking as he pounded the door to the next office open. The super soldier serum was hitting him hard. Each movement hurt, every breath was painful as his body reshaped itself. He could feel the pain as his bones lengthened to carry the new muscle weight, and he could feel the fire of the micro-tears as those new muscles grew stronger. He ate all the time he wasn't on duty, desperate to feed the chemical monster that was rebuilding him. He knew he was taller then when they had measured him last week. His uniform didn't fit so well, but he could carry his flame thrower tucked under one arm now. The speed of his hands was amazing, even to him.



The next room was dark and he could hear movement inside. With the serum pumping through his veins his reflexes were fast enough for him to bring the flamethrower up and then stop it before the jellied fuel could spray out over the young woman who stood there. He lowered his weapon, uncertain. She seemed small and nonthreatening, but he wasn't going to take any chances around here. She sheltered a single candle flame with her hand, the only light in the room. He could see the light move behind her pale fingers like a living thing.



"Get down you stupid..." He raised the flamethrower to knock her to the floor and was startled to hear her laugh. The warm richness of the noise filled the room, which suddenly seemed larger then an office. She lifted the candle in her hand, throwing light further into the room and the soldier stopped, confused by the space he could see. This room couldn't fit in the building he had just stormed through. The walls and ceiling were far off, shrouded in the near-dusk of the place. Plants and cushions were piled around thick carpets, their jewel tones blending together in the dimness. Clearly, this was not an office in an accounting firm.



"Explain this! Now!" Fear made his words harder then they needed to be but the woman didn't flinch back like he expected her too. In this city, that meant she had some kind of secret. He was good at getting things from people that they didn't want to tell. He'd been commended many times for his ability to torture a prisoner and this woman looked fragile, easy to break. Her soft red hair floated around her delicate face as she looked up at him.He stepped toward her menacingly and paused in shock as she bowed to him deeply.



"Welcome to my Sanctuary! Only those who truly need it will ever find their way here." She waved her hand and hundreds of tiny lights flickered into existence. "I will be your joy tonight." The light of the candles didn't reach all the way to the ceiling or to the far walls, but he could see the low table set with food. There was a pitcher of beer, a glass, and a plate of kebabs neatly set out and waiting for him. He didn't move, although he could feel the cramps in his stomach from the smell of the food. She nodded at his caution and walked to the table herself.



"The food is safe, I'll show you." And she did so, eating and drinking some of each dish, wiping the lip of the glass on her sleeve when she was done. "Come in, rest, and tell me why one like yourself would need Sanctuary." The hunger inside him drove him to his knees beside the table. He piled meat and bread on his plate, and began to shovel the food inside himself. In several minutes he had noisily devoured everything on the table and was searching for more. Her laughter pulled him to a couch, piled with pillows and a small table with an array of fruit set out beside it. "Eat, and tell me your story." She smiled, held out her hand, and he forgot why he had been so afraid.



He told her everything: every robbery, [censored] and murder. He told her about the vampyri and the Nictus, about the Warwolves and the legions of super soldiers. She murmured soft nonsense and fed him almonds and honey cakes. He told her about the lives he had destroyed and he told her of how he had been destroyed. He spoke of the secrets he knew and the one he only guessed at. She watched him as if she memorized each word. He broke in the end, crouched on the floor and sobbing into one of the many pillows. She let him weep, clinging to her hands, and told him that there was no death or destruction in the Sanctuary. This place, beyond all others, was protected.



When he was calm again she told him it was time for him to return to the outside world. He knew he'd be punished for time he'd been missing from duty but he thought he could deal with that now. He was sure he'd be able to come back if he needed to. She walked him to the door and stepped out into the hallway with him. The mundane lighting and dull carpet of the office building didn't diminish her startling beauty.



She pulled him down to kneel before her and placed her hands on his head in benediction.
"There is no death in my Sanctuary. And there never will be. I give you peace."
And the fire shot from her hands into his skull, scorching and burning his head into a pile of charred ash in seconds. His body toppled to the floor un-noticed.

"Ashes to ashes and dust to dust"



"I wonder how much Arachnos will pay for this little tid-bit?"She dusted off her hands, closed the door, and disappeared into Sanctuary.

Any updates on the WIP?

I'd seen the first one before and liked it. The second one is just fabulous!

That is a really sweet job! You happen to have anything else by chance?

City Game Tracker is your buddy. Or at least it's my buddy since I didn't want to build an Excel spread sheet to keep track of everybody.

I should go get some screenies I suppose but I only have 65 alts. That's not even competition level in here

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Hey,Bayani, where can we pick these gems up?

I think the books are gonna be fine work and wouldn't mind laying out a sheckle or two for them.

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SEE!?! I *told* you so!
Ok, I feel better now.

Congratulations!
And wow, she's tiny.
I forget they start out that small.

Thanks again Rowr for letting me play too. This one was fun!

Now that's a nice Christmas gift!

I like it Rowr, very cute!
And I didn't remember she was May

[I had a feeling I was being quoted today :P
Nicely done Heroid. As always the dialect makes it much easier to follow the two seperate viewpoints. I do enjoy your work. Thanks]

Squished rat isn't so nice unless you have crackers too.

I'm just saying...

{Still reading!}

The store on the corner didn't have right color so I had to go all the way to Founder's Falls for my placemat. When I go back to the Rest there was a strange silence and an ominous dripping noise coming from the kitchen.

As I came around the corner, I stopped and gasped in shock. Food was everywhere! Bones and dishes littered the floor and the dripping noise was from the banana pudding. It was pattering down from the ceiling and puddling on the tile. It looked as if somebody had played tug-of-war with the tub and then let go suddenly. I noticed all of the 'nilla wafers had been stacked neatly on the counter top. Rinds, cores, and scales littered the table, but none of the fancy plates had been touched. There were a neat set of paw prints that tracked from the spilled soup to the salmon salad dish and then under the sink. I knew I'd found part of the trouble.

I sneaked up on the sink and flung the doors open, hoping to catch the villain in the act. There he lay, fat and sassy, sleeping the sleep of the happily stuffed. There was only the faintest hint of salmon on his breath but the closed-eye purr gave him away.

"Mecha, you rotten cat!" I yelled and tried to smack him with a broom. Mecha doged automatically and then opened his eyes to see what the fuss was all about.
"I was helping clean up," he pointed out "No point in leaving the fish on the floor." And he shot out the door and down the hall before I could catch him.

Back at the scene of the crime I noticed that the doors on the new fridge were hanging crookedly on their hinges and that the mess was starting to smell. Mecha had a good point. Somebody had to clean up this mess and fast.

Right now, it didn't really matter who had caused it, it just had to go away

Feel the Burn

I ran into the hall looking for some help to clean up the mess. Flying J was sauntering past, clearly doing nothing important. J:!" I grabbed his arm How'd you like to earn a free home-cooked meal? Anything you want to eat."

"Huh? Oh sure babe. What'cha need?"

"Can you do a controlled burn in the kitchen?" It was a wild idea but it should be fast.

:Uh, sure." Jay was confused but willing and I dragged him into the mess.

"Good," I said quickly Could ya clean this all up for me? Thanks!"

The fire tank lit his aura and began to burn the scraps of food and rubbish off the floors and ceiling. When he got to the remains of the sugar-BBQ ham a nasty smell filled the room and I had to leave. Eyes watering from the smoke, I ducked into the hallway to see a stern looking Psych Ward and a slightly amused Sheeva.
I gulped, ducking my head and hunching my shoulders. Then I started to stammer out an explanation. Psych Ward held up a hand, cutting me off in mid-mutter. "Just clean it up when you're done" He said, more in sorrow then anger. Shocked, I stared at him with my mouth hanging open. "It's not the first time this place has been on fire" Then he and Sheeva continued walking towards his office, heads close together on some weighty matter. I thought I heard something about a date, but I was too busy worrying about the mess in the kitchen to notice.

"Ah, babe?" J poked his head out of the kitchen I burned it all up 'k? But like now there's nothing to eat and I got the munchies."

"All? You burned everything?" I pushed past him into kitchen and stopped, amazed. The kitchen was clean, very very clean. The stainless steel cabinets and countertops glowed as though they had been burnished for hours. The long wooden table was gone and so was every scrap of leftover food. The fires had been so hot there wasn't even a layer of ash left. And the plastic shelves and insulation of the half-opened fridge were a blackened melted mess.

"Um.Thanks J." I sighed Can I get ya a rain check on that meal? I think I have to go back to the store."

"Sure babe, see you later 'k?" J walked off humming, glad to have helped.

I waved absently as I started towards the ruined fridge. I had to get another one fast, before the Eternals got hungry. I yanked my phone from its custom designed, shock and zombie-puke resistant, black leather sheath and started making some calls.

[This one is a little older and I thought I'd put it in here already. Guess not.]
Simple Pleasures-A Gamer's Widow Story
Food Fight

All good frat houses have refrigerators. You have to have someplace to keep the beer and the ranch chip dip. Every good clubhouse, workplace, and home has a refrigerator. Otherwise the parties are very short. However, the Eternal's Rest, a home/club/office of extreme proportions seems to be missing this vital appliance. And it's all my fault.

When I first met Mechacatbot in Gemini Park and was brought back to the Rest as a stray, there was a very nice fridge in the kitchen. Sturdy and sort of yellow, it was an older model that had seen lots of strange foods pass through. It was blown up with the rest of the Rest, but I didn't have anything to do with that.

When PsychWard had the new Rest constructed he made sure to purchase a large stainless steel fridge. The Eternals had just recently gained several new recruits and the consensus was that we needed more space for food and food-like items. Iron City's beer and .Simian's ice cream alone took up more room then any regular fridge could handle. Perce, of course, had a proper wine cellar with a lock, but many of the newer heroes still relied on the regular kitchen for their food.

When I saw the big double doors of the new fridge I couldn't wait to start filling it. All my life I've wanted a home to take care of. This new Rest was just the place for me to try out all the fancy recipes and colorful decorations I'd seen in those magazines back home. Since most of my fellow heroes couldn't tell a ruffle from a frill anyway, I figured nobody would mind too much if I fixed things up a bit. I pulled out the cookbooks and started to experiment. When I ran out of ingredients I sent Juvion down to the corner store. Still, I didn't want to tell people what I was doing. I mean, some people don't appreciate a home-cooked meal and I didn't want to be laughed at for all my work.

Soon, I'd filled the new fridge so full the doors were straining to close. The poached salmon spinach salad was sitting on top of the baked tomatoes. The fresh cranberry-apple pie was tucked in next to the pheasant en crème. A giant tub of banana pudding with nilla wafers took up the bottom shelf. A whole barbecued ham was struggling for space with a creamed celery-cucumber soup, which threatened to jump out of the fridge and douse the next passer-by. I was ready to feed an army and that's just what I needed to do.

As I went to go set the long table with the fresh flowers and brightly colored dishes I had bought, I could hear the rest of the Eternals coming in. We had all been working so hard during the past few days and I knew a little food and rest would be just what we needed. I frowned and counted the placemats again. I was one short.

Dinner is almost ready!" I yelled down the hallway I'll be right back!" and I flew out the door towards the local Up-n-Away Mart.

<joins the line next to Angel and Peachie>

{I mentioned it before and I'll say it again. This is *not* my preferred style of reading, but I couldn't stop. This was excellantly written and changed my point of view on the Circle of Thorns. I used to feel slightly sorry for them, not anymore. Very, very nicely crafted!}