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v1nsmoke · 1 year ago

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𝑮𝑼𝑵𝑺 𝑵' 𝑹𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑺 // 𝑪𝑼𝑳𝑻 𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹!𝑳𝑨𝑾 𝑿 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

spooktober week 1 - law as a cult leader in honour of oct 6th being his bday

tw: guns, hints about sb getting kidnapped

summary: in search of your missing sister, you head to a town in the middle of nowhere, where all clues lead to a mysterious man.

a/n: ITS HIS BDAY!!! i wasnt planning on making this, just came up w/ it this morning lol. But i really wanted to make something for his birthday, so take this! Inspired by the game Far Cry 5, i recommend it! im tired rn so i didnt reread this. I will check it later tho ♡ CHECK OUT PART 2!

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song rec: (aka a song that matches the story)

You take a deep sigh. The road here was everything but smooth, you were sure that nobody tried to fix it ever since they built it, not to mention that you travelled on it trough hours. It took you almost two days to get here, but it still wasn't the time for you to rest.

You have been stressing ever since you received the suspicous call from your sister who dissapeared without a trace the day right after it. Nobody could reach her, they also had no idea where she went. The last time you heard about her was when you called her a few days ago, but she said goodbye after telling you that she will be going to attend a sermon by a man that came to town that day. No word from her ever since.

So, you decided to pay her a visit yourself. Best if you check on your sister before something happens to her. And now here you are, sitting in your parked car in a slightly dried out field on the side of the road, the town just slightly further. There was white tarpaulin tent set up there, and people were slowly drifting towards it. it will probably be the same sermon that your sister went to the last time you talked to her. This was your last option in getting close to her. You went to her house some hours ago, but nobody was home. You waited to see if she was just out shopping, but time passed and she still didn't come home. The neighbours said that she left to check out the man who came to town saying that he is here to help the people, and never returned.

There was only one solution left: find the last person who saw her. If it was really the same thing, you might get close to finding out something about your sister's whereabouts. Her neighbours told you when this man will show his face again, so you thanked them, got in your car, and drove out to the location. Looks like they weren't lying, because the people slowly flocked to the tent while you sat in the comfy seat of your car.

You take a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself for whatever might occur. You open the car's door, stepping foot on the dry, yellowish grass. You stay close to a group heading towards the tent, hoping that you could blend in. To you, this all just started to look like a cult. The group enters the tent, you follow behind them. Inside were benches, all of them facing a low podium, a black haired man standing on it. He seemed confident in whatever he was preaching, but you weren't focused on him.

Though, he did catch your eye for a moment. And it looked like the same thing happened to him, his eyes scanning the crowd but stopping once his gaze lands on you. Those greyish blue orbs staring at you, his mouth still moving as the rest of the people watch him. He manages to turn away, looking everywhere but you after this. You stand still, looking trough the people present, hoping to find your sister here. Nobody matched her appearance, she wasn't here.

Your only chance left at finding her was the mysterious man, now leaving the stage that the sermon was over. The people flock away, leaving one by one. Almost everybody left now, and this was your chance. You see as he leaves the tent, some men with machine guns by his side, heading towards the car.

"Excuse me!" You shout after him, hoping he'll hear you. The man and his bodyguards (or whoever those armed men were) all stopped, turning their attention towards you, some even raising their weapons. You raise both your hand in defense, proving you are not a threat to them. Of course you weren't, you had no weapons and barely any knowledge about hand-to-hand combat.

The black haired motions for them with his tattooed hands to lower the weapons, and the men obey.

"I'm listening." He says after a short pause. The men and him stared at you, all creating an uneasy feeling inside you. The guns, slightly torn sweaters with the same symbol sewn into it, everything. And now you were totally alone with them, nobody would know if you just got shot on the spot. Not to mention that if anybody started looking for you like you looked for your sister, they might end up just like you.

"I'm looking for my sister. The last time I heard from her was just an hour before she attended your sermon a few days ago." You step closer to them, holding out your hand with a photograph in it. On the photo was your sister, it was taken before she left the country to live here, in this town in the middle of nowhere, far from you.

"Familiar face. I know her." He says in his deep voice, a very light, barely noticable appearing on his face as he speaks. Seeing this, you actually consider twice if you should follow him or try finding your sister on your own. But now you were so close to finding out something about her, because this man clearly knew a thing or two.

"Could you... perhaps tell me where she is, maybe lead me to her if you can?" You ask, trying to sound as polite as possible, though you were shaking inside.

"Oh, don't worry." He chimes. "You'll meet her soon enough." His tone shifts, sounding darker, lower, more menacing.

"Wait, wha- who are yo-" you try to question him, but you are hit in the back of your head with the back of a machine gun by one of his men.

You hit the dry grass with a thud, the boots of the guard on your back, holding you down, pointing the barrel of his gun at you. It's like you can feel the world spinning as you lay on your stomach, the grass tickling your face. It takes all your will and strength to keep your eyes open.

"It's Law. Trafalgar Law." He looks down on you, standing in front of your body.

You would love to ask him more questions, to fight back, but after receiving another hit just like the one you got some seconds ago, you can't keep your eyes open, blacking out.

trafalgar law belongs to eiichiro oda, i do not own him.

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stesierra · 9 months ago

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Cast Out: Chapter Five

Abursa had told the truth. The troupe had a spare tent and blankets that became mine before the afternoon was out. It was even large enough to fit a second person. Not that Thesil seemed grateful when we laid down to sleep that night.

Thesil was still sleeping when I woke. Her thin blanket barely covered her, and her head moved restlessly, but she seemed uninclined to rise. I left her there and walked Sefi out to the cookfire. She had laid an egg at dawn. I brought it with me.

Most everyone was already awake. I offered my egg to the cook, but Abursa guided her cart over and took it before the woman could crack it into the pot.

I frowned but passed over my tablet when she gestured for it.

"Come with me," she wrote, and took my egg and my tablet off towards the wagon.

The wagon, a big splintered affair that was still painted blue in the cracks, was almost empty with all the tents set up. But a large mound stood near the back, covered with a heavy tarpaulin.

Abursa brought her cart right up to the wagon and pulled the tarred canvas off with a flourish that scattered dust and tiny dried leaves everywhere. Underneath lay an automa.

I stepped closer.

It was a battered old thing, nothing like the magically animated wooden men I'd seen in the city, but it had been freshly sanded, and not a bit of mold marred its dents. Oil and dust perfumed it, along with a sharp, familiar tang. I froze and stared. Was I imagining it? I didn't think so. The green ore, the oracle ore. The automa stank of it.

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my-burnt-city · 2 years ago

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So I am still fairly blue about Fred's departure, mostly because he was one of my absolute faves and I have treasured every single moment I have spent following his three characters like a little duckling (and contriving to catch sight of them while technically following entirely separate characters), but also because he was to date the only Laocoön who did a 1:1, and I'm sad to think that this scene might be lost forever

(I had this 1:1 more than once, and the contents and order did vary somewhat, but this is how it went for me at this one performance in late July)

It took place in Laocoön's tent. He quietly surveyed the few audience members who had followed him in there, then gently escorted out every audience member except me. He lowered the tarpaulin flap then closed and bolted the gate. After this, he took my mask off and carefully looked over my face, telling me that my eyes reminded him of his child's eyes. He sat me down on the stool and took my hand, and gently stroked my wrist as he told me a story about his two children (you may have seen the little photo of them on the desk) and how they were taken by a sea serpent. SPOILER WARNING it turns out there is a secret basin built into the desk! At an appropriately dramatic moment, he slipped his hand under the nature magazines on the desk, removed the cover, and plunged my hand into the hidden water! Submerged at the bottom of the basin were two of his little clay figures, which he got me to bring out into the light. He then dried my hand with a towel and asked me if I'd ever seen a particular sort of bird, and seemed quite startled but pleased when I nodded. The scene now over, he replaced my mask and his little clay children, and we headed back out into the show.

Fun addition: at the end of the Mycenae finale, although it had been a full loop since we'd last seen each other, I was surprised but delighted to see it was Laocoön who had collapsed at my feet! He led me out to the White Cypress, removed my mask, gave me a big smile of recognition and once again said the name of the bird he'd mentioned earlier. It was a beautiful call-back moment and this is still, to date, one of my most very favourite walk-outs.

(I'm being coy about the bird in question; having compared notes with people, it turned out that if you got the bird side-detail, then Fred would tailor his choice of bird specifically to you. This show already felt special to me, so learning that this one performance genuinely was unique to me was just incredible. So I keep that one little detail to myself, because it was a gift to me and me alone, and that's how I am going to keep it. But I will mention that I just received my new RSPB membership card for the year, and the picture on it they have blessed me with is a close-up photograph of THAT ONE BIRD, so that was a lovely unexpected but perfectly timed reminder of one of my all-time best afternoons in Woolwich. 🥰)

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buytarpaulinuk · 2 years ago

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tarpaulinz · 3 years ago

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lostgreekgod · 3 years ago

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i woke up at 6.30am. i had planned my day out, yet it was already 11am and i hadn't done any studying. my dad asked me to figure things out, his usual lecture of about how i was lazing away, warning me that i will regret it in the future. my american cousin called, and i could only feel worse when she told me about the things she was doing there. that should have been my breaking point today. but i had plans with a friend to play badminton, so i took my bike and set out. when we were done, she hugged me, said "we should do this often." and then we went to a little shop nearby for some ice cream. then we parted ways. on the way back home, my mum called, asking me to buy some flowers and a garland made of coconut/mango leaves we use to put on our door on special occasions, somewhat like a wreath. i rode my bike in the hot afternoon wind, sweating, my legs aching from all that playing, but something in me still vibrated, content with how the past few hours went. thoughts of my cousin vanished, I thought about how i and my friend had talked about how our future was so uncertain, cursing at how everything had gone downhill. we found our little bubble, talking about these things and making little jokes with each other just made our worries falter for a while. i stopped at a little shop, the roof made of blue tarpaulin covers entirely supported by two bamboo sticks. the two ladies who owned it sat under whatever little shade they could find. i asked them in my native language if they sold the garland. the lady smiled at me and said "no one makes them anymore, you could have come yesterday and I would have brought it and made it for you by today." then she told me about how it had gone out of use, the symbolic representation of that tradition entirely tarnished. the other lady added that most people didn't buy those garlands anymore, preferring to make it by themselves. then I asked them tentatively if they knew where the leaves were sold. they laughed warmly, their eyes twinkling. i had never ever conversed with such nice ladies before, especially those that sat on the pavements, selling little goods!! they then told me that i was looking for leaves at the wrong time. usually, fresh leaves would sell out by 10am, and I was roaming the streets at 12 in the noon. the kind ladies then pointed out another little shop, and i thanked them and headed my way. this was a very little interaction, shorter than 5 minutes. but its only 2 pm as i write this, but just those 5 minutes with those two elderly women was what made me so happy. good people are everywhere, i realized. we just don't open our eyes to see them.

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doflamingadonquixote · 5 years ago

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Her Light - Pt. 1/?

Title: Her Light Pairing: Padawan!OC/Armitage Hux Warnings: Slavery, Ben Solo and Armitage Hux not dead Summary: After the Battle of Exegol and the destruction of the First Order, Ben Solo and Rey Palpatine Skywalker seek Force-sensitive subjects, in the galaxy, to train them. They discovered you, a Kiffar, on the planet of Kiffu. Two years later, your two Jedi Master bring you and the other older padawan to the planet of Kessel, to retrieve another promising pupil. And here, you will find your dark and your light. Words: 2156

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Kessel was one of the hottest planets you had set foot in for years. You had had your experiences traveling around the galaxy, especially in those last years when you joined the New Republic, which was slowly rebuilding its foundations after the end of the battle.

The Millennium Falcon flew just above the crust of the planet until it stopped above a small inhabited city, distant from the mining area that later the masters Ben Solo and Rey Skywalker would have had to reach separately.

The mission had been largely carried out while you were still on Ajan Kloss, where the temple stood and where the training of you future Jedi took place. Ben and Rey would have undertaken a search for another apprentice, reported on that planet in the areas of the mines and you 4 padawans would have had to look for the necessary components for the Falcon and some military troops of the Republic.

The list on the holopad had been transferred directly to the second girl besides you, the latest but surely the most responsible, Yamitha. She came from the planet of Naboo and had such a clear complexion that you would hardly have guessed that she had lived in large forests. Her hair was a dark purple that highlighted her warm golden eyes.

When the ship hit the ground, you ran up to the Falcon exit, and jumped out into the open air. It was just as you thought. The sultry heat penetrated your white suit, starting to wet your skin with sweat, but you didn't want to give it any weight.

The background you had before you deserved your full attention.

There, about a kilometer away, a large expanse of tarpaulins filled the sandy soil of the planet. There were all colors. Green, yellow, pink, light blue and a large mass of people walked among them with smiles and wonder.

Before you could advance to the area to begin your exploration, Rey grabbed the back of the cloak, sliding the hood away, and pulling you toward her. Your hair was freed from the protection and small grains of sand carried by the wind ended up in your hair, shining against the hair.

“Respect the list, Y/N. No tricks this time.” The Jedi scolded you, leaving you with an amused look as you tried to extricate yourself quickly.

You rolled your eyes, running a hand over your cheeks and outlining, as you usually do, the yellow arrows that decorated your face, just a little lower than the temples. Belonging to your clan.

You had been one of the first apprentices, more precisely the second, to be invited to the circle that Ben Solo and Rey were trying to build. So they had the opportunity to study you, understand you and manage you in those years. At the beginning you were one of the most discreet students, but by going ahead with your training and entering the new environment you quickly gained confidence, often putting yourself on the line in situations that didn’t require it.

Yamitha came to your side, placing a hand on your shoulder and drawing attention to himself.

“Maybe it's better to go now. Even if we divide our tasks, it will be difficult to find all the material on time.”

Within the group, the only girls who were sought and invited were the two of you. You turned out to be the biggest and the strongest with your Y / A years and perhaps your nature as a kiffar but as for judgment and responsibility, Yamitha was definitely the one ahead.

Maybe that was why they had given you money protection and put Yamitha in close contact with you. And for that reason, you had made a strong and shared bond that the apprentices had not found in others.

Without holding back any longer, the masters left the remaining apprentices in Yamitha's hands and set off for the mines, trying to hire a vehicle to escort them.

When you entered the heart of the market, you let yourself be carried away by the feelings and the calls of the sellers, stopping left and right and often losing sight of the remaining companions.

You have never seen so many varieties of sweets and foods of all kinds.

“Do you want to taste it, traveler?”

A tray was presented to you in front of your face, making the fruit lying on it shine bright purple. Some seemed instead covered in something, leaving little room for natural color.

You stuck one in your mouth and your eyes shone with the explosion of sweetness that filled your mouth. The small grains seemed to melt on contact with your tongue, without any need to chew.

“What are they?”

“Cambylictus berry. Fine berries from the planet of Naboo.”

You looked around, looking for your friend, and found her at a pair of tents away, who was talking openly with the owner.

“How much for five of these?” you asked, pointing to the guy the ones you had tasted.

“4 Peggat” the seller's tone had suddenly become cautious and serious.

“2 peggat and 2 trugut. That's all I have.” You shrugged, looking for the bundle of money that you had put aside during your travels and your assistance to the Republic.

With the exhausting mental training that Ben forced you and Rey's physical training, it was somewhat impossible to find much time to devote to work to earn something. Not that the Jedi masters made you miss something, but in cases like that you wanted to have something aside that you could spend at your leisure. So when it happened, you cleaned or helped members of the Republic who came and went to Ajan Kloss for resources.

You had earned about 50 peggat in a year, however you had to spend 30 for pieces needed to modify your lightsaber and the remaining 20 were 2 and a half left.

The man, lowering his eyes along the cloak looking for a possible lie, hesitantly accepted your offer, extending a small basket with five small fruits inside on the tray.

When you turned around in search of your partner, you bleached. Yamitha was nowhere to be seen, and not even the black cloaks of your other companions seemed to stand out in the crowd of people who invaded that market.

You tried to untangle yourself as much as possible among the people, moving aside hoods to identify any friends but you had already irritated too many people and in a short time had attracted attention to you. People stared at you and often pointed, confirming your suspicions. So, quickly, you hid under the hood and tried to get away from the crowd.

Going up some houses behind the stands you would surely find who you were looking for.

When you found yourself with your back to a high building, you sighed and stared at the tip with great desire. You would have used Force with the greatest possible discretion to get to the top.

But before you could even close your eyes to get enough concentration, a strong hand weighed on your right shoulder making you snap like an animal caught by surprise. At that speed, the hood also slipped out of your head, revealing your identity.

“Are you lost, girl?”

He was a Zygerrian. A feline humanoid race somewhat suspicious of their shady plans. That was certainly a male, with a dark fur and two yellow eyes like amber without impurities.

“No, I just got away from the chaos of the market. I don't like shopping crowds.” Lie, hiding your hands inside the coat and sliding your fingers over the cold surface of your lightsaber.

The feline man seemed to notice it because he followed your movements for a moment, letting out a sarcastic and derisive smile.

“Well, I suggest you look elsewhere then. This area is closed to mere visitors.” His tone was threatening and his eyes darted servants in your direction.

When a side door to the building you stood beside opened, you snapped your eyes in his direction, watching a companion of the guy you were facing come forward. And it was definitely bigger.

Before the door closed, a roar of angry screams rose inside the hall, making you suspect of shady deals open to a reduced audience of rascals.

With a big breath, you decided to apply the last teachings of the Master Rey that you were so eager to try for lack of opportunities.

You held out a hand in front of you, so that both enemies came under your beam and you spoke in a clear voice.

“Now you will let me in.”

About ten seconds passed, then, just when you thought they would do as ordered, a blaster was aimed directly at your head.

“I don’t think so.” He grinned, loading the weapon.

With an annoyed snort, you rolled your eyes. Obviously it would have taken more than just training to plagiarize the minds of others.

When the blaster fired the first shot, through the connection with the Force, you anticipated it, moving slightly away and before the being or friend could attack again, you let enough energy flow from the body to create a shock wave that sent both of them to collide with the surface of the walls.

They tumbled to the ground, in strange corners but the breath and their presence in the Force confirmed that they were passed out and still alive. Ben and Rey would certainly have preached to you otherwise, even if it had been a matter of life or death.

Silent, you entered the door that you had previously seen open and you thought of a way to be able to subsequently reach your companions and your teachers to discover the illegality.

Images of clandestine struggles and races of forbidden animals passed through your mind, things you had often witnessed even within your home country. But what came before you made you goosebumps.

On an elevated stage with a whole crowd in front of him, a tall man with rough features was yanking what looked like a young Herglic tied to a chain and collar by the neck. The creature moaned in terror but it was dragged away by the annoyed and laden screams for the next victim.

Unwittingly, you captured what her pain and fear were and took your stomach in a painful grip that forced you to breathe heavily. You didn't know why her feelings had poured out on you, but it had happened.

You pushed yourself against the wall, leaning against it as a way to support yourself and your vision clouded for what seemed like hours.

When the body of the aquatic creature was dragged away, your senses returned forcefully, making you land again with your feet on the ground.

You brought your hand, free from the protective grip around the lightsaber, to your head under the hood and rubbed your eyes as if to get rid of the headache that had just hit you.

“We are still halfway done, gentlecreature” declared the auction seller, also a Zy but female, who beat the hammer above the stage. You almost threw up when she identified the mob there as people of good manners. “And in honor of this wonderful and delightful auction, we have a surprise for all of you.”

She nodded with a clawed hand to someone who was probably hiding at the side of the stage and smiled at the crowd that was waving their number signs excitedly.

Another feline man came out to the side, carrying a rope behind him, this time more like a satin rope than a chain and a human being (or what it seemed) came out. Completely naked.

Your throat went so dry with such cruelty.

The beast tugged on the man who ended up with a painful growl on his knees on the boards. Instead, the audience had fallen into the deepest silence.

The young man, from what you could see from the back of the room, had short, well-groomed hair of a shining ginger (you would have hardly deduced that he was a slave for sale) and the complexion of his skin was clear but covered with patches. The rest was completely covered in your sight, lying on the ground.

Just as it happened with the fish girl, the man's feelings hit you like a tsunami making you almost collapse on the ground.

This time, however, what came to grab your stomach was not fear. But deep anger and desire for revenge.

“I guess everyone has understood by now who he is.” The cat woman laughed, beating a decisive blow on the wood in front of her and subsequently pointing with the same the man kneeling on the ground next to her.

“Do five million seem fair to you as a start for General Armitage Hux, of the First Order?”

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A/N: Hi everyone, I was going to post this fic on AO3 but I opted to post it here too. As usual, I apologize for my bad English which I hope will improve by learning to translate words. I'm glad if you want to comment or be tagged in the next chapters.

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fandom-necromancer · 4 years ago

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1599. “Can I have my jacket back?” “This is my jacket now.”

This was prompted by the lovely @sparklingrainbowdragon! Enjoy some fluff!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Jerry/Ralph

When Ralph had come to new Jericho, the first person he was introduced to was Jerry. Jerry had come to New Jericho as soon as the news of the successful revolution had spread to the Pirate’s Cove. Since then Jerry had acted as a contact partner between the leaders of Jericho and the inhabitants of the huge complex build for traumatised androids to be helped and eased back into society. But Jerry had to admit, they had taken a special interest in this new android. Ralph was shy and easily aggravated, but once he had opened up, it was easy to see he wasn’t truly aggressive. Aggression was just everything he had known to expect.

From their first few talks with each other, the decision was made: Jerry would help this android wherever they could. Jerry took care of him and helped him around, protected him from situations he wasn’t yet ready for and spent a lot of time with him. Ralph was easily fascinated and overly excited at nearly everything and it was just adorable to watch. In less than a week, wherever Ralph went, there was one of Jerry’s units accompanying him.

The more time passed though, the more Jerry realised Ralph wouldn’t be helped by distraction and nice experiences. They would have to carefully address what had happened, as well as assess the physical damage done to him. More than anything else Jerry wanted Ralph to be happy and to feel comfortable. So one day, when they were in the lobby, Jerry decided to confront him. ‘Why do you still wear that tarpaulin, Ralph? It is dirty and we don’t see why you need it.’ He also hoped that once the tarpaulin was gone, he could get a better look at any wounds. Ralph looked at the ground and pulled it closer around his shoulders. ‘It hides Ralph’, he explained in a whisper. ‘They can’t see my body then. And every layer protects me. It’s not as easy to harm Ralph through it.’

Jerry swallowed. ‘They? You mean humans?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘But there are no humans here and we’ll protect you from harm.’ ‘Ralph… Ralph believes you, it’s just. It just happens. Ralph can’t change that he feels vulnerable.’ Jerry nodded understandingly. It was hard to lose habits that had helped you once. ‘Hmm, how about we don’t entirely get rid of it but exchange?’, they offered. ‘Your clothes are torn; new ones could protect you much better.’ ‘That… Yes. New ones could protect better.’ ‘And maybe, if they protect you better, you could come by with wearing less while still having the same protection.’ By now Ralph nodded eagerly. ‘Alright, then here.’ Jerry shrugged out of their jacket and held it out for Ralph to take. ‘How many of your layers of protection would that equal to?’ Ralph looked down on himself and began pulling off the tarpaulin. Then after some contemplation the old android uniform was dropped too, leaving him in what had been a white shirt once but now sported blue and brown patches from the elements and evaporated Thirium. Jerry was contemplating to send one of their units to gather a complete set of new clothes from the donated collection but pushed it aside for later attempts as he saw how uncomfortable Ralph looked standing there in the open. So, they just smiled and held out the jacket. ‘Here, take it.’

Ralph tentatively reached for it and put it on, wrapping it tightly around his frame. ‘Better?’ ‘Yes. Ralph… Ralph likes it very much.’ Jerry smiled at the successful exchange. ‘Should we go look for the garden then?’

Jerry had decided to take it slow. A few weeks later they had confronted Ralph again with a clean shirt. Then with new shoes. Then new trousers. By now Ralph looked less like an android on the run and more like someone that would fit in. Jerry also had been able to map all of his injuries. But before they could advance to getting Ralph repaired, it was more important to prove to him, that he didn’t need to constantly look out for threats anymore. So, they confronted him with a new jacket. ‘Ralph? Isn’t that jacket a bit too warm? It is summer. Humans would be dying in this. Look, we brought one that is a bit less thick.’ Ralph stood up from where he had been kneeling over some plants. ‘Ralph doesn’t want that jacket.’ ‘Because it won’t protect you? You spent so much time here and haven’t been attacked once.’ Jerry gently laid their hand on his shoulder. ‘We know this is a huge step for you, but we promise you, it will be fine. We are here for you.’ ‘No.’ ‘Please Ralph, only for a moment. Can we have our jacket back?’ ‘This is Ralph’s jacket now.’

Jerry frowned at him, taken a bit aback by the defiant comment. ‘Ralph knows it’s safe’, the WR600 explained. ‘But Ralph knows it’s safer around you. And this is a gift from you. Ralph could wear something else but doesn’t want to. It is comforting.’ Jerry laughed and hugged the other android. ‘Then it’s okay. We just thought you needed our help to feel safe.’ ‘Ralph knows. You are not very subtle.’ He giggled. ‘Yeah, we guess not.’ ‘Your next plan is to fix me?’ Jerry stepped back slightly. ‘Only if you want to, of course. We won’t force you to.’ ‘No, it’s alright. Ralph would like to be repaired. But not Cyberlife. Only you.’ Jerry cocked their head in surprise. ‘You trust me that much?’ ‘Of course Ralph trusts you. Ralph loves you.’ ‘You… Oh.’ Jerry grinned. ‘We love you too.’

#detroit become human #dbh #Jerry/Ralph #Ralph/Jerry #Ralph dbh #WR600 #Jerry dbh #EM400 #the softest bois #People underestimating Ralph because he's cute when he figured them out long ago is my new favourite thign

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nehswritesstuffs · 4 years ago

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Stars in A Sky of Blood and Blue - Part LXI

I wanted an excuse to write something different, so this happened.

Chapter Index - ff.net - AO3

A Night Sky Brighter Than Violet; Sometimes a doctor is as stubborn as the Doctor, as one summer night proves. [Danny/Martha in a nobility/arranged marriage Whouffaldi AU]

Rough ages are as follows: Johan at 57; Daniel at 40; Clara at 38; Martha at 35; Lena at 6; Astra/Tara at 4; and Sterling at 1 1/2-ish

Summer had just recently begun, along with a new series of barrages from the Dalek Empire. The Kasterborsian encampment was teeming with activity during the nightly ceasefire: tents were being rebuilt, food being prepared and served, medics tending to the wounded, and the strategists planning for more.

“It appears as though the plan of attack is merely to decimate our numbers, or at least attempt to,” one of the officers said. He tapped the map on the table in front of him, right where their camp was supposed to be positioned. “We’ve sustained too much as far as direct attacks are concerned. They don’t often aim for the tents, yet this time, they did.”

“Daleki tactics often change on the daily,” the Marquis grumbled. It was not that he was frustrated with the officer, but the Empire, as it was keeping him away from Gallifrey, a place he wished he would rather stay more often than not. He thought of his daughters and their schooling, his young son just beginning to toddle about the nursery, and his wife who was keeping not only all the children in line, but the entire rest of the march as well. Instead of being with them, he was slumped in a chair, a map rolled out in front of him, and little more than a few letters to keep him company later on.

“This is true, but with all due respect, Your Lordship, it seemed as though there was little interest in advancing their ground further than the demarcation line. There were attacks, yes, but no attempt to entrench a presence, which is odd when a force gains ground.”

“Then keep an eye on it,” the Marquis grumbled. “It could be that you are right, it could be that you are wrong, it could be that you are both… these are Daleks we are talking about… what I want to know is what you plan on doing for tomorrow.”

“We must secure the demarcation line and return to fortifying it overnight,” another officer said. She took the riding crop from her belt and used it to point to the space between two lines that ran parallel across the map in an unstable manner. “There must be maintenance done that has been neglected since the snowmelt—your yearly orders aside, little has been accomplished.”

“…and why might that be?”

“We are often distracted and the laborers required are shunted back to their previous positions as foot-soldiers,” the second officer admitted. “You know how limited our resources tend to be out here.”

“That is always a risk,” he nodded. “Why was I not informed of how heightened this risk became earlier?”

“We tried, but, there is a reason why you are here now and not in Castle Gallifrey.” The officer looked warily at her lord as he stood grouchily. “What is the matter, milord?”

“Go ahead and let me know of your plans once you’ve finished them,” he groused. “I’m going to the mess tent.”

“…why is that?”

“…to find some sanity.”

At that, he left the tent, cape billowing as he briskly walked through the torch-and-star-lit encampment. Many times since he began touring the fronts had the camp moved—a mile here and there as was necessary—yet it always was set up the same. Over four decades and he could make his way through the maze of tents blindfolded, though when the mess tent was involved, it was easier thanks to the warm, inviting smells that drifted from its tarpaulin. He drew back the cloth covering the entrance and, after a moment, the entire tent went silent, with hundreds of soldiers standing at attention.

“At-ease,” the Marquis announced, allowing the soldiers to return to their meals. He did not often take his meals in the mess tent, though it was not a foreign concept either. After collecting his rations from the cook, he found a spot to sit across from a certain medical officer, who seemed to be at her wit’s end.

“You arranged this, didn’t you?” she accused sourly. He sat down and adjusted his cape so that it covered his lap, appearing to have not heard her words. “I’m warning you, Johan—don’t go orchestrating Daleki invasions just because I’m off my honeymoon.”

“Whatever do you mean, Martha?” he replied. “You know that accusing the head of the Border Forces of such collusion without proof is punishable by a court-marshal, yes?”

“What I know is that you’re an idiot and probably think it is more fun this way.”

“The only fun one can have with a Dalek is teaching it to serve tea with a Kasterborsian service.” He noted that although the books and notes she had in front of her were fairly well-gone-through, her food remained barely touched. “Won’t you have an easier time of that in your tent?”

“I can’t be with my thoughts right now, you know that.” Without moving, she watched him as he ate his food, so nonchalant it was almost laughable. Going back to her notes, she decided to change the subject. “Hear from Clara lately?”

“Yes, but it was short. It was mostly the girls practicing their letters. How about you? Hear from Daniel?”

“Nothing you want to hear about.”

“I still write letters like that and it’s been many years; don’t think you’re the only one.” He saw as she raised an eyebrow at him. “It is only healthy for a husband to want his wife and a wife to want her husband, and any combination thereof.”

“Why the unwarranted words of wisdom?”

“You haven’t touched your chips—it is also criminal to take that big a helping of chips and then not touch even one.”

“I also just spent the past six and a half hours in surgery while under siege, trying to amputate an arm before the victim bled out, to no success. If anyone should be allowed to take chips and not touch them, it should be me.”

“That is fair.” The Marquis glanced around quickly, seeing how others were staring at them. They had long been the subject of interesting rumors, now even more so now that Medical Officer Jones had become Baroness Jones-Pink. He was at least glad that rumors about them being paramours had died down since he had given her husband to the wedding platform—it was bad enough the Baron and the Marchioness were formerly in love and yet left alone in Gallifrey with the utmost trust and discretion. “I know you share a tent—would you like to not eat those chips in mine? It will be hours before your brain calms enough for sleep and I am quiet enough.”

“Since when are you so worried about me?”

“One of my best physicians and surgeons looks ready to fall over—I’d be a poor Doctor if I simply let that happen in the mess tent, of all places.”

Exhaling heavily, she placed her papers inside her book as a marker and slammed the cover shut. “You obnoxious little Cybermat.”

“If you want Cybermats, I can more than send you to that front… you and Sargent Major Odoshi can share a tent even…”

“Don’t get cheeky now—I’ll tell Clara on you.”

“My wife is already fully aware of my cheek; you won’t be telling her anything new.” They brought their trays up to the cook and got paper to wrap their chips in. “We can reheat these easily enough.”

“Only because you have coals in your tent, like a proper bloody lord,” she teased. They left the mess tent and began to walk towards his tent, seeing that the sky was still the deep red-violet of Summer—even with the short night, true sunrise was not for hours yet. “Don’t you need sleep?”

“I’ll get some while you work, then you rest during the day, if you can, and I’ll make sure as few as possible find their way into your department tomorrow night.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

The rest of the way was silent, with him opening the tent flap for her when they arrived at their destination. He held back, however, to look at the guards.

“I’m going to attempt a nap while Medical Officer Jones is going through some notes where she won’t disturb others or be disturbed herself,” he explained. “Check in periodically to see if she needs anything, otherwise try to keep interruptions minimal.” The guards both nodded and he turned back into the tent, only for to feel as though both his hearts skipped beats.

There, on the ground, with a mess of discarded chips around her, was the Baroness. Unconscious.

Skaro’s sewers… this was far from good.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

It was the first truly warm day in Castle Gallifrey, with a cloudless sky and three children bouncing off the walls of the stuffy schoolroom. After a morning of pleas, the Baron Coal-on-the-Hill, tutor to the Earlessa Gallifrey and her younger sisters, relented; cheers erupted and the young girls gathered their things, for they were moving their studies outdoors.

Making sure a note was sent along to his charges’ mother, the Baron collected coursework and children alike and guided his class out onto the castle grounds. They were expansive and used well—aside from all the varying outbuildings, there were many gardens and clumps of trees in which they could spend their day. He chose a shaded area not being grazed by the castle’s livestock and all four of them settled down on the cool grass.

“This is lovely, Sir Daniel!” Lena beamed. Her tutor smirked—she was favoring that word as of late and it was amusing. “It’s much nicer here!”

“Can we have lots of classes outside?” Tara asked.

“Only if you three are good and work hard at your studies,” he said. ��As long as you do that, I can talk to your mama and see if we can come out here more often—twice a week, if we’re lucky.”

“I wonder if we can get three times!” Lena gasped.

“Three’s a lot,” Astra marveled. She held up three fingers high above her head. “That’s almost my whole hand!”

“It is,” the Baron chuckled. “Now, let’s get back to our silent reading.” He went and begun helping them find their pages again, pretending to not notice as their mother came walking across the lawn towards them. She put their brother down and allowed him to stomp his own way over, the toddler interrupting the study session with a high-pitched shriek of joy as he crashed into his sisters.

“Sterling, now that’s not very nice,” the Marchioness giggled once she caught up. The boy plopped down on the grass and snuggled against his eldest sister’s skirts. “How are our little scholars doing?”

“I was just telling them that we might be able to make this a more regular thing if they keep their studies up,” the Baron reported. “Does Mama have objections, or should we wait for Papa’s opinion?”

“Mama trusts that her daughters’ behavior shall make that an easy decision,” the Marchioness said. The girls all fidgeted—it was up to them now. She then turned to the Baron and slipped into the ceremonial tongue. “Missing someone yet?”

“With every bolt and bone,” he replied heavily.

“Our offer still stands—it won’t take much to add one more for dinner.”

“…and as much as I appreciate it, I can’t impose like that, especially with your husband and my wife off to battle…”

“You worry too much…”

“Maybe I worry the precise amount.”

“Mama? Sir Daniel? You’re talking too fast,” Lena frowned. “I can’t tell what you’re saying.”

“You weren’t supposed to,” the Marchioness scolded gently.

“I guess our days of having a secret language have nearly come to a close,” the Baron sighed.

“Not entirely—there’s still Sterling,” the Marchioness reminded him. Movement caught the corner of her eye and she turned, seeing that one of the castle footmen was running towards them. “That’s odd…”

“Milady!” the footman gasped as he approached. “His Lordship has returned from the front!”

“Does he require my presence?” she asked sourly. The footman rested his hands on his knees as he stood there for a moment to catch his breath.

“No… but he did bring the Baroness with him and refuses to leave her side until her husband relieves him.”

“Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,” the Baron panicked. He struggled to get to his feet, requiring a helping hand from the Marchioness. “Girls? Finish your reading and you’re done for the day. I have to go see Lady Martha.” He then rushed off towards the castle, barely taking the time to grab his things.

“We want to go visit too!” Lena insisted.

“Yes! Papa is there!” Astra added.

“Now girls…” their mother scolded. She bent down to pick up Sterling and when she righted herself again, found that her daughters were running after their tutor, books and papers and all.

The little Daleks!

Struggling to catch up while still balancing the now-squirming toddler on her hip, the Marchioness did not catch up in time to stop her children from being right on the Baron’s tail as he was led by a servant up to the family’s private wing and into one of the empty bedrooms. There, as plain as they were, sat the Marquis and the Baroness, the latter sitting in up in bed whilst the former occupied the chair at her bedside.

“Ah, there you are Daniel,” the Marquis noted. He stood, allowing the other man to take the chair. The Baron took one of his wife’s hands in both of his, with his young pupils dropping their studies so as to climb atop the foot of the bed. “What are you three doing here?”

“Is Lady Martha alright?” Lena asked.

“Yes, yes, I’m perfectly fine, all of you,” the Baroness insisted. The Marchioness had then caught up, allowing Sterling to drop to the floor and join his sisters. “Clara, tell them I’m fine!”

“What happened?” the Marchioness asked.

“I just fainted from a little bit of fatigue, is all,” the Baroness explained, face growing dark in blush. “We had been on the tail end of five Daleki raids in a row.”

“Not just fatigue,” the Marquis mentioned. She shot him a glare—he needed to be quiet.

“Martha,” the Baron pleaded, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong… it’s just…” She took note of the audience and furrowed her brow. “Can we have some privacy?”

“Given the circumstances, I believe that is wise,” the Marquis agreed. He clapped his hands together and then reached out towards his children, plucking his son off the mattress to place upon his shoulders. “Gather up your papers, starlets; we’ll find out soon enough.”

“…but Papa…”

“No buts, Tara. Let’s go.” He and the Marchioness were able to lead their brood out, shutting the door behind them to give the couple some true privacy.

“Johan is being incredibly sincere—what’s wrong?” the Baron noted.

“I already told you: nothing.”

“Then why did you faint at the border? Why did Johan escort you back here?”

“…because he’s an idiot.” She pouted as she realized her husband was far from accepting that as her answer. “He wanted to make certain I was safe.”

“Why?”

“I’ve not been resting or eating properly, or getting enough nutrients altogether,” the Baroness replied. “In fact, he threatened to relieve me of my duties for an entire year if I didn’t come to see you.”

“…why…?”

She took one of his hands and placed it on her midsection. “Apparently I’m ten weeks gone.”

Relief and joy both washed over the Baron, making him laugh and cry at once. “A baby?! Really?!” When his wife nodded, he leaned in and kissed her. “Johan was right to bring you back here, if the arse was ever right about anything.”

“Ugh, this is so embarrassing,” the Baroness groused, her grin ultimately betraying her. “I’m going to have a baby, not die.”

“Oi… you weren’t taking care of yourself properly for ten weeks!” the Baron retorted. He could not sound the least bit cross or upset—his wife was with child. “Even if you only found out at six, that’s still an entire month of not eating or sleeping right! That could have caused you both serious harm!”

“Since when are you an expert?”

“Since I listened to you complain about other women on the border not taking things seriously,” he reminded her, voice softening. “I do listen, you know.”

“Yeah… I know…”

“…and I want you to do what’s best, okay…?”

“You know I shall, especially now that I’m aware…”

“…which leads me into how were you not? I thought that was kind of obvious, or am I mistaking this for something else…?”

“What I thought was my cycle wasn’t—it was just some residual stuff,” she explained. “After the Violet Sky, gods willing, we’ll be parents.”

“I think it’s more the gods be damned,” he half-laughed. Tears began to genuinely flow from his eyes; ten years prior and he was being tortured within an inch of his life in the half-frozen hell that was Mondas, unsure if he would ever see humanity again, let alone if his would stay intact. Alone save for his memories of an increasingly-distant past, there were times where he was genuinely surprised he woke to the red-tinged noon. Now a survivor, a titled lord, a married man, and a soon-to-be father… he wept openly at his hard-begotten fortune.

“Come here,” the Baroness groaned. She watched as her husband kicked off his boots and went around to the other side of the bed, laying atop the bedding so that he was snugged against her side. “I promise that I’ll put in for leave soon—normal circumstances would mean I’d leave in the early Autumn, but I think that it’ll be safer for everyone involved if I leave in about a month, month and a half. That gives them time to find someone else to take my spot without having a drop in care quality.”

“Of course you’d be worrying about the others on the front—you are a doctor.”

“Not the Doctor, but I’ll take it.”

“I’m not of Kasterborous or Gallifrey—if a Doctor needs to sit in Hill House, then I know the perfect candidate."

“…and to think that as a girl I would dreamily stare at etchings of the Eleventh Marquis, wondering what it would have been like to travel with him, maybe even govern by his side,” she smirked. “Instead, his grandson brought me into his home so that I might be safe while my husband tutors the future Fourteenth Marchioness, showing me more kindness and mercy than some think him capable of.”

“The Eleventh Marquis…?” the Baron scowled. “The Tenth Doctor…? Really…? That’s a mood-killer if there was one.”

“My girlhood, not yours,” the Baroness teased. She pulled her husband closer to her and kissed him. “Now if only we can get Mum and Dad in the same room for long enough to tell them.”

“Oh, we’ll get them in the same room, it’s just a matter of it not devolving into a fight,” he half groaned, half laughed.

To think, he was considering something as mundane as squabbling in-laws and preparing for a baby and… oh…

“We need to write Hill House, and I need to get the girls ready to study without me for a while,” he realized. He hid his face in her side, muffling his own voice. “It doesn’t end at just telling your parents.”

“No, it doesn’t,” she said, “but at least we’re doing this together, supporting one another as we should.”

“Yeah,” he agreed. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

“Papa, Papa, is Lady Martha going to be alright?”

The Marquis glanced down at his eldest daughter, who was walking alongside him as the family was making their way to the nursery. He gently ushered his children into the room and had his daughters put away their schoolwork.

“I imagine she shall be,” he assured.

“Then why did you come back with her?” Astra wondered. “Is everything alright at the front?”

“No—I head back in the morning,” he explained, “but sometimes people are very stubborn, to the point that someone else needs to step in and make sure they do what they should.”

“…so like Mama when you’re grumpy,” Tara noted.

“…well… not exactly…”

“I think that is an excellent comparison,” the Marchioness said. She placed Sterling in his cot and went to her daughters and husband by the low table where their schoolwork was kept. “Lady Martha and your father are both titled ‘Doctor’ and, in a lot of ways, the role it brings one suits the other as well. They are very much alike, which is something both of them have realized over the years.”

“So then nothing’s wrong?” Lena asked.

“The only thing that’s wrong is that there are still Daleks attempting to invade our borders, and that shall not change any time soon,” the Marquis frowned. He bent down and kissed his heir’s forehead, which prompted his other daughters to insist on the same. “Now please give Mama and me some time to talk; if you’re good, we might go for a walk yet before dinner.”

“Okay!” all three girls said in unison. They went off to play, allowing their parents to step away for a moment, stepping into the corridor, yet still within sight as they left the door open.

“What is going on?” the Marchioness asked in the ceremonial tongue. “What happened?”

“Nothing much,” her husband replied. “It is just that Daniel and Martha shall know the joys we do, with their night sky clear and bright as day.” He glanced over towards their children, then back to her. “After the End Moon, I imagine.”

“Oh… so soon too!” She turned as she heard a door down the corridor open—the Baron stepped out, eyes and face wet with tears, and approached them, with his wife lingering by the door. They stepped out of view of the children, after which the Baron embraced the Marquis tightly.

“Thank you,” he said in the old way. He then switched back to common words, his voice already wavering. “Thank you for bringing her back.”

“Johan just told me,” the Marchioness said. “That’s wonderful news.” The Baron looked at his former love and smiled before drawing her into a separate hug, this one not just relieved, but melancholic as well. “It’s times like this that make me glad we were separated, as difficult as that was to go through.”

“I’d change a lot, yeah, but I wouldn’t change this,” he nodded.

It was something all of them could agree on.

#In Want of An Heir #Stars in A Sky of Blood and Blue #Martha Jones #Twelfth Doctor #Danny Pink #Clara Oswald #Cybermedic #Whouffaldi #Lena Smith #Tara Smith #Astra Smith #Sterling Smith #Doctor Who #fan fiction #I still maintain that Cybermedic is a ship that makes more sense than Martha/Mickey #as much as I like Martha and Mickey as characters and Pinkwald as a proper romantic ship #yeah... it's... complicated...

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doctorslippery · 4 years ago

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Something bad is happening in Kansas. A strange meteor fell from the sky and the government has sent you to sort it out. A yellow brick highway leads between cornfields towards a distant green glow on the horizon.

This is a depth mechanic. Take a step into the zone by rolling d6 on each table and adding 2 for each step you've already taken. Keep going until you destroy the Super-Wizard. Or you could put it on a grid and treat it as a squarecrawl, it's up to you.

LANDMARK

Big white cross on the top of a hill. Crows circling overhead. Grants a blessing to anyone who's willing to kneel before it and commit their soul to Jesus Christ.

Gas station. Wizened old man with shotgun behind the counter. He'll sell you snacks and potions if you can convince him you're not a thief or a jayhawker.

Old-fashioned wooden grain elevator. The inside smells of sweet corn. Mutilated, rat-chewed bodies hang by necks from rafters. SLAVER written on walls in blood.

Row of oil derricks. Guarded by a creaky, rust-riddled mechanical man. The slightest disturbance to the pumps will cause an explosive gusher that spews crude oil everywhere.

Abandoned farmhouse. Haunted by spooky ghosts. In barn, covered by tarpaulin, strange machine of coiled glass that can project people into the Phantom Zone.

Corn maze. Grows new walls to trap sinners. Scarecrow men lurk in the corn. Farm princess trapped in the longhorn minotaur's central lair - only her kiss can slay the beast.

Wagon train. Pilgrims terrified of "Injuns", have circled their wagons to protect against surprise attack. On their way to ask the Super-Wizard to help them get to Oregon.

Cheap motel. Clan of desperate bank robbers hiding out in room one through four. Innocent travelling salesman in room five. Pimpled teen on counter reading comic books.

Revival meeting. Big white tent. Preacher baptising converts in a tin tub and inducting them into the Army of Gilead. Wants you to join and won't take no for an answer.

Baseball field. Overgrown. Mechanical men play ball, their rusty joints squeaking, in front of the empty stands. Score a home run off the batter and he'll spit out a prize.

Railway station. Glum hobos dwell in forgotton freight train, its wheels rusted to the track. Manic mechanical station-master insists on taking your ticket.

Sculpture garden. Grotesque scrap-metal caricatures of celebrities and politicians. Owner has declared himself the Kansas antipope and wears a tinfoil mitre.

Applebee's. In every way a fully-functioning, completely regular Applebee's. No trick whatsoever. Try the shrimp 'n' parmesan sirloin or the double-glazed baby-back ribs.

Bible museum. Sleepy tame dinosaurs inhabit a life-size model of the Temple of Solomon. Friendly pastor explains how God created them to show that evolution is a lie.

Saloon bar. Piano stops as you walk in. Whiskey-sodden desperadoes slump against the bar. Football plays on TV in the corner. High-stakes poker game going on upstairs.

Wal-Mart. Libertarian management policies have led to a civil war raging between the aisles, with every department ruthlessly competing for your business.

Meatpacking plant. Blood-smeared mechanical men herd screaming cows across the factory floor, slaughter them and extract their organs for use in Super-Wizardry.

Clockwork factory. Mechanical men labouring tirelessly to produce more of their own. Interlopers have their brains chopped out and used in grotesque experiments.

The Perfect City of the Super-Wizard. Lobotomised suburbanites with gleaming, drool-slick smiles shuffle between rows of identical green houses, watched by mechanical police.

The Atomic Fortress of the Super-Wizard. Citadel of green crystal, home to a legion of mechanical men. Grew from a seed in a crashed alien spaceship.

ENCOUNTER

Looming grey tornado, slowly rolling towards you. Cows and houses orbiting around it. Psychic baby with giant brain levitating serenely in the eye.

Jayhawkers from the Army of Gilead. Men in red trousers and floppy hats, armed with rifles and broadswords, hunting down pagans and industralists in the name of Free Kansas.

Satanist serial killer with mask made of human skin and swastikas carved down his arms, armed with an iron sickle, preparing to chop you up. Surprisingly stealthy for such a big guy.

Phalanx of mechanical men, armed with axes, out looking for human brains to extract and return to the Atomic Fortress so the Super-Wizard can make more of them.

Cynical teen genius with a laser gun. Perfectly bald. Cannot be restrained from denying the existence of God. Obsessively tinkers with every machine they can find.

Longhorn minotaur. Hideously overmuscled from bovine growth hormone. Twelve-foot hornspan makes doors difficult. Wants to bring you back to the corn maze and eat you.

Pack of masked harlequins with blood-stained teeth and wheels for hands and feet. Act like rabid wolves. Scarily quick on flat ground, but have difficulty turning.

Red-haired boy reporter looking for the story of a lifetime. Excitable. Prone to ludicrous bad luck but is never actually seriously hurt. Constantly needs rescuing though.

Stone-faced war preacher and band of jayhawkers looking for recruits for a military raid on the Atomic Fortress, intending to abolish the Wizard and all his sinful works.

Woman in aviator goggles and diaphanous white robes. Claims to be the rainbow's daughter, fallen out of the sky. Can only eat the purest dewdrops and is therefore slowly starving.

Shaggy-haired sasquatch in a battered top hat, wielding an enchanted magnet that compels people to love him. Depressed. Seeking someone more deserving to give the magnet to.

Robotic flesh-eating worm with the head of Hillary Clinton. Wants to take your guns, raise your taxes, drink the blood of aborted children and convert Kansas to Islamic communism.

Flock of yellow-fanged baboons with vulture wings, in comical blue jackets. Vicious, but crave discipline. Looking for a witch to govern them and keep their mischievous impulses in check.

Giant hungry tiger. Wants to kill and eat some big fat babies, but can't, because she's born again in Jesus Christ and very active in the pro-life movement. Won't stop talking about it.

Barber-surgeon with tuberculosis and a huge bushy moustache, looking for tooth-pulling work. Expert gunfighter but won't admit it, since he keeps getting challenged to duels.

Obese purple leech-mouthed parasite man that drains energy by touch, getting fatter and stronger as it goes. Leaves behind a trail of smouldering skeletons. Scared of eggs.

Four-faced brass helicopter heads kept in air by impractical Da Vinci corkscrews. Loudly announce their intention to devour you. Easily distracted by philosophical riddles.

Reverse-talking bizarro clones of the PCs with chalky white skin and inverted systems of morality. Want to do exactly the opposite of whatever the PCs want to do.

The Green Guardian. Secret weapon of the Super-Wizard. Muscled adonis in acrobat's tights with magnificent emerald beard and moustache. Impossibly strong, naive, refuses to kill.

The Super-Wizard. Toymaker in a checked waistcoat with pockets full of marvels. Pretends to grant wishes with holograms. Planning to conquer the world with mechanical men.

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