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[fadingoftheveil]

Fading of the Veil: 1

⏮ First Episode | 📃 Table of Contents

In the dim holding cell, Fionntan was struck by a pair of wild, golden eyes. Only a sliver of light pierced through from the corridor, but it was enough to illuminate those iris' with an unsettling flicker.

The woman — an accused murderer who'd been interrogated for hours — did not exude fear or resignation; she radiated fury. Though she sat huddled against the wall, her posture tensed like a coiled spring, ready to strike.

Fionntan’s gaze traveled over her mud-caked feet and her frayed, stained dress, then up to her fiery hair that was spilling from a braid. Every detail corroborated her tale, yet an instinctual part of him resisted this narrative of being an innocent girl who simply happened to be witness to something horrible.

Something about her was…wrong.

‘How peculiar.’

The claustrophobic room was scarred with age and graffiti. On one side, a metal bench with a flimsy and stainted mattress offered meager comfort, but she seemed content with ignoring it.

A crimson line on the floor marked the limit of her shackled reach. Breaching the saftey of that boundary, Fionntan placed his briefcase down and knelt, leveling their gazes.

It was only then her gaze lowered; slowly sliding down as if recalling the role she was meant to be playing. Her eyes fixated on the raindrops dripping from his coat, pooling on the stone floor, spreading like encroaching shadows.

"Hello, Ms. Holt," he began, voice steady. "I'm Fionntan Ward. I'm here to interview you."Ellamae Holt's brows furrowed in confusion. Her eyes darted to Fionntan's wrist, perhaps searching for a watch and hoping to see the time.  In her windowless cell, bereft of a clock, she was left to rely on her instincts, which were accurate; it was indeed deep into the night.

“I've been through this already," she murmured, her voice soft but laced with simmering anger. "Multiple times, by several people. Can't you just read their notes?"

Fionntan tilted his shoulder towards her to reveal an embroidered patch on his jacket. Black and gold threads depicted hands cupping a flame. Below, another emblem showed a red ribbon winding around a gold symbol with a storm cloud. "I'm with the Lapis Order," he explained. "Our procedures differ from the police."

Recognition sparked in Ellamae's eyes, but it lacked the typical fear Fionntan encountered. Then again, her brother — though low leveled — was also a Flicker. Perhaps that alone was enough for her to not see his kind as an immediate danger.

“Well, go on then,” Ellamae said irritatingly.

Smiling gently, Fionntan extracted a stack of photos from a pocket on the inside of his jacket. He laid them before her, revealing the grotesque images of Dugan Miles, a man whose imposing stature contrasted sharply with Ellamae's slight frame. 

In the photos, he was suspended by a knotwork of ghastly roots that had wrapped around him before piercing his skin like knives. It had not killed him, though. Dungan Miles had died slowly; bleeding out before rescuers could free him.

Ellamae flinched, retracting her bare foot slightly as one of the photos edged too close as if it would burn her.

“You know what you're seeing,” Fionntan said, his tone matter-of-fact. “These photographs capture the crime scene where you were arrested, so I will save you the details. What I want to know is your version of events.”

“I didn’t kill him.”

“I never said you did. Tell me what happened.”

“I was almost home when I saw him. I had finished early from work, so I was walking back when—”

“You were coming home from work?” Fionntan interjected, his eyebrows raising in surprise. “The reports say this happened before dawn.”

“I clean up for a butcher,” Ellamae explained. "They get their meat deliveries early. I clean as he prepares the cuts. Everything has to be ready by the time the shop opens."

“Seems like an uncomfortable task.”

“It's work and it pays.”

Obviously not well — considering her slight build — but given her past, options were likely limited. “So, after you left the butcher’s, then what happened?”

“I heard a noise — a cry of pain — from an alleyway. Even though I know alleys are dangerous even in the day, I had to go. I just…had a feeling that it was important to not ignore it. That's when I saw him,” Ellamae's eyes darted to the photo, “attacking my brother with a cudgel. Aldwin was bloodied, defenseless, and curled up on the ground, but the man did not stop. I thought he might kill him.”

Aldwin Holt: her last known surviving family, her protector. Fionntan could only imagine the shock she felt seeing him so vulnerable.

“Was Dugan Miles someone you knew?” He asked.

“No, but I've seen him before. Every night for about a week now, he has been lurking outside our flat, yelling about some debt Aldwin owed. The ruckus always woke the neighbors.”

‘Potential witnesses?’ A detail glaringly absent from earlier reports.

“And what was this debt about?”

Ellamae shifted uncomfortably. “He… never told me. Aldwin always tries to keep me from worrying over things. He says I should just focus on myself, and he will handle the rest.”

“But if you had to guess...?”

“We’ve always been... tight on funds,” she admitted.

‘Well, what do you know? There is something about his case that actually matches the reports.’ 

Aldwin Holt was of such a low power class that even The Lapis Order — the local branch of forceably enlisted Flickers  — hadn't recruited him. With how much society hated and feared Flickers, that pretty well only left the powercell factory for employment, where both pay and working conditions were lacking.

The siblings were not living beyond their means, but were still barely surviving. Fionntan had witnessed it firsthand: a dank, windowless boiler room where people rented floor space instead of beds or rooms. Some had pallets, but most were sprawled directly on the damp ground.

“Let's piece this together," Fionntan said. "Your brother owes a debt which is probably due to money loaned, but intimidation's to pay that debt didn't work. So, they sent a bagman to give Aldwin a beating. You stumble upon this, then what? Did you try to intervene? Did you kill the man hurting your brother?"

“No!” Her head shook violently; sending fiery orange strands of hair in every direction. “I did hit him; I hit him with a stick, but that was it, and it was not enough to kill him.”

"And yet," Fionntan pointed at the photos, "he's unmistakably dead."

She didn't respond, so he continued; "This looks like Flicker magic. But the only Flicker at the scene was your brother, a mere Type D. He is not strong enough for this."

“Well, it wasn’t me either.” Ellamae Holt said firmly. “The way he turned towards me...it was like I never hit him at all. He made as if to hit me with the cudgel too, but the ground shook violently. I fell to the ground, and when I righted myself, he… he was like that.”

“If it was not you, if it was not your brother, then who? Who did it? Who else was there?”

For a moment, a hint of realization flashed in her eyes, but it was quickly consumed by palpable terror. Ellamae Holt clenched her lips shut, seemingly struggling with some inner turmoil.

 “Really? Nothing? Ms. Holt, that might have worked with the others, but it will not work on me. You were about to say something. What were you going to say? What do you know?”

A heavy silence enveloped the room. 

Fionntan exhaled, pushing wet strands of white hair from his face. "You might not know this, but your life hangs by a thread, that's it; just a single thread that is fraying by the second. This isn't about courtroom theatrics or jail-time. If you're shielding someone—"

“It’s not that! I swear it’s not that! I would tell you if I could, but I… I’m not allowed to say what I am thinking. She forbid me.”

“Not allowed to? Says who?”

"Doctor Compton, from the asylum," Ellamae said, then her voice dulled the emotion; as if she was reading from a script. "I stolen as a child. To cope, my mind... invented things. Speaking of those delusions might solidify them, so the doctor warned me never to talk about them. The doctor was very clear that if I did…I would have to go back.” She shuddered. “I cant go back. I cant.”

Fionntan frowned deeply. He liked to consider himself talented at reading others, and nothing in her told him she was lying, but they had hit some sort of wall. There was more to this, but the path was blocked.

‘Try a different angle.’

“That man who was murdered — Dugan Miles — was tied to very influential people. That alone put’s you at risk, but that is not even the worst of the dangers you are facing. Just days ago, there was a death very similar to what happened to Mr. Miles, only that time it was the daughter of a judge. From what I can gather, both he and some others are blaming you for both murders, and are using their connections to quietly have you executed. 

It will happen tonight, and to be perfectly honest, it is unlikely anyone will be punished for it. You are a dock-dweller, Ms. Holt, and to many, that makes you disposable.  If word gets out about a ‘mistake’ leading to your execution, no one would care. Your telling me what you believe is the truth — the whole of it — could be your only lifeline.”

The golden gaze flitted around, as though half-expecting asylum wardens to spring from some hidden corner. When Ellamae saw only bare walls, she relented in a near whisper. “In my... stories, I befriended someone. I didn't see him today, but he could do things like that.”

“Like control roots?”

She nodded.

“He was Flicker?”

Her lips pressed into a tight line, clearly indicating her reluctance to share more. Whatever had happened at the asylum seemed just as dreadful to her as the looming threat of execution.

“Very well. How about we do a trial jar test?” Retrieving his briefcase, he opened it, revealing a jar filled with a liquid that looked almost metallic in the right lighting, despite keeping its translucency. For regular people, there would be no reaction when touching the jar, but for Flickers, the solution would react would send glowing orbs dancing like fireflies.

 “Do we have to?”

“I am afraid we do.”

Her chin trembled, but Ellamae repositioned herself and reached forward. The chain clinked as trembling fingers reached out.

It was then Fionntan noticed her bloodied bandages.

"Stop!" He shouted. He moved to pull the case away.

But it was too late; her finger tapped the glass, and the liquid sensed her magic.

Once-lazy orbs jittered erratically. 

The jar shook violently.

And then, with a deafening blast, it shattered.

Random Info

Terms:

Bagman: an agent who collects or distributes the proceeds of illicit activities.

Wynd: a narrow lane between houses

[digna2018]

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[necromatador]

More Songclan!

Whirlcatcher, who got sick and was abandoned by their Twolegs, and died when ambushed by rogues.

Ebonystripe, a foundling kit, became deputy under Froststar. They died when they went wandering to try and find the truth of their parentage.

Frostfreckle, who lost their Twolegs in an accident and ran away to join the clan. Scarred by a snakebite. Eventually became Froststar when Mossstar was mauled by a rogue and lost 8 lives at once. They were carried off by a hawk, never to be seen again.

Flailthorn joined the clan as a medicine cat, and lost their tail to a dog. Drowned trying to rescue a clanmate who'd fallen into the river.

Rowanhowl was training as a medicine cat, but was taken by a predator in the night and killed.

Blazestripe was born to PrimroseClan but their mother abandoned them to SongClan as a kit. With their connection to StarClan they became a thoughtful warrior. They died after eating tainted fresh-kill.

Firstep was born into the clan, and got caught in a forest fire that left their paws scarred. They became Firstar when Froststar was carried off by a hawk. A hawk tried to do the same to them but ultimately they died to a rogue ambush.

Applespeck, the deputy under Froststar after Ebonystripe died, was scarred by a hawk saving a kit. They drowned when the camp flooded.

Basiltail was a childish new warrior who died in a rogue ambush.

Jackdawfur was a warrior who became a medicine cat and froze to death in a snowstorm that covered the camp.

Peaktangle became deputy after Murkfreckle died. Became Peakstar after Firstep was killed.

Deerdapple, a deputy under Firstar, was scarred in a forest fire. They died in a rogue ambush.

Barkbramble was an excellent swimmer but still died in a flood.

Murkfreckle was briefly made deputy after Deerdapple died, only to be found dead near a rival clan's border.

Canopyspeck was a new warrior, but died eating tainted fresh-kill.

Lionrush left their home after something terrible happened and joined the clan. They became a deputy under Peakstar and later retired to the elder's den, replaced as deputy by Cypressears.

Flipfreckle, an ex-kittypet, is one of the best hunters in the clan. They drowned trying to rescue a clanmate from the river.

Lyresplash is a storyteller, and went missing once only to return with a black collar around their neck.

Nimblebeetle was a young warrior who was bitten by a snake and succumbed to the venom.

Cypressears became deputy under Peakstar after Lionrush retired to the elder's den. They became Cypressstar when Peakstar lost their last life to old age.

Plumfern is a daring young warrior who saved a kit from a hawk, earning a few scars. They became deputy under Cypressstar.

Brokenheart left IrisClan as Brokenpaw and graduated as a warrior in SongClan.

[stochastique-blog]

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[fadingoftheveil]

Fading of the Veil: 3

⏮ First Episode | 📃 Table of Contents

The streets of the city were slick with rain as the evening sky grew darker. Raindrops tapped against the cobblestone roads and slate rooftops, creating a steady rhythm.

Gas lamps flickered in the distance, casting a warm glow on the wet pavement, while the rest of the city was shrouded in a cool mist.

Given both the weather and the odd time of night, the city’s inhabitants were few and far between. Only the occasional sound of horse-drawn carriages clattering along the streets could be heard, muffled by the rain.

There had been a clear path from the holding cells to the fire-escape, but now Fionntan would have to get his escapee across the garden which stretched from the police station, to the gates. A thick stone wall surrounded the entire property, topped with a tangle of barbwire; ensuring that the only way out was the two gates. 

The nearest was far less trafficked, but not empty. Two officers were talking animatedly near the gate while hiding under their umbrellas.

Fionntan paused to look at Ellamae. Rain was quickly weighing down her orange locks as she looked up at him questioningly. With her bare feet and nothing but a stained dress for warmth, she stood out like sore thumb.

“Listen carefully; this is going to be your first lesson on human psychology." Quickly, he took off his jacket and slid it over her shoulders. It was far too big for her, but she seemed thankful for the warmth and did not fight him. “Humans typically have astounding filters for the world around them. They can walk through crowds of people and not remember a single person in that crowd individually. However, it does come with a safety mechanism. If someone is acting different ⁠ — even just the slightest ⁠ — their brain will pick up on that, and attract notice.”

Her head tilted as she processed the information. “So by acting normal… you can be invisible..?”

“Exactly! So, all it takes is a head held high, and a confident pace that says you know where you are going, and that you have somewhere important to be.” Fionntan put his arm around her shoulders to urge her forward at a brisk pace. They exited the safety of their shadows and directly onto the path with the officers. “In this case, we are in a hurry to get out of the rain. Do try to play along.”

In response, her chin rose, and her eyes locked onto something beyond where the officers stood. Bare feet mimicked his pace without complaint despite splashing through puddles; the wet of it causing the hem of her dress to grow dark with dampness.

“The entire kingdom is going mad,” The one officer was telling the other. “I heard from my cousin in the south that they have had murders just like ours; strange and explainable, and done up as if some sort of sacrifice. One of ‘em was right in the center of town, in front of a schoolyard of all places.”

“I think it is the schools themselves causing this. Kids these days are being influenced by the —,“ started the other, as the two Flickers past by him. “⁠ — free-thinking teachers. When I was a kid, you’d have your knuckles bruised for fidgeting, but a teacher told my girl that fidgeting helps some students think clearer. Can you believe that?”

The officers continued their conversation, and Fionntan and Ellamae both breathed out sighs of relief once they were a good distance away.

"Well done," Fionntan said. "I can't believe that really worked!"

She startled. "You did not think it would?"

"Not particularly, no, but we all get lucky sometimes."

At the end of the road, two motorized carriages awaited them. Both had the wheels and driver’s seats associated with a horse carriage, but no horses. Instead, it was completely glow-cell powered, encased under a hood in front of the driver.

Fionntan ignored the first, and herded Ellamae towards the second. As they passed by, she craned her head, curiously trying to glimpse the mechanics of the driving wheel. The new technology was becoming common with the wealthy, but to a girl from the docks, the horse-free carriages must seem like a whole new kind of magic.

The driver of the second carriage — a man with coven patches upon his long and heavy jacket — saw them approaching and stepped down from the drivers seat to open the door for them.

“The alarms will be raised in any moment,” Fionntan told him, and the large man nodded grimly before waving at the driver of the identical vehicle.

Upon seeing the lush cushioned seats and thickly curtained windows, Ellamae was so preoccupied with taking it all in, she would have fallen on the first step if Fionntan hadn’t quickly righted her. As she regained her balance, her whole body flinched; noticing that the carriage was not empty.

A man sat on one of the benches, and he eyed Ellamae over his glasses as if a look alone could estimate her worth. Every detail about him was done with painstaking perfection; from his bowl-shaped haircut without a strand out of place to his jacket without a single wrinkle.

Ellamae; drenching wet, barefoot, and covered in stains, was a complete contrast. Despite this, the odd woman simply glared at this new stranger just as fiercely as she had with Fionntan and slumped down in the corner away from him; ignoring the puddle she was leaving upon the fabric.

Fionntan sighed and sat down next to her.

“Ms. Holt, this is Clarence Tumbler, the highest ranking talent seeker of the Lapis Order.” Fionntan said to the woman beside him, then addressed Clarence. “The situation is more complicated than we expected. While it is true that Ellamae Holt had a positive flicker reaction, it was a grade-A fire type. She believes there was a third unknown at the scene of the crime, though she never saw him personally.”

He could feel Ellamae's gaze momentarily move to him, likely wondering why he had left out the fact that she might have known the killer. In truth, Fionntan did not know why he had omitted that either, and yet he made no effort to add to his statement.

The mans face across from them was unreadable as he stared thoughtfully at Ellamae while his finger tapped upon the armrest beside him. Tap, tap, tap, it rhythmically went, like the ticking of a clock.

All the while, Ellamae took this as a challenge and stared right back, unflinching.

The carriage shifted slightly as the driver climbed onto the bench, then a soft hum emanated as the motor sprang to life. With only the slightest tremble, it creaked forward.

“You’re certain of her grade?” Clarence bluntly asked.

'He is doubting me?' The accusation caused a flare of anger.

Instead of answering, he took Ellamae’s wrist and overturned it to show the glass embedded in her palm. That, at least, got a reaction. With a curse, Clarence sprang forward and took her hand with a gentleness that was a stark contrast to his grim expression and cold words.

“Ms. Holt, if this is not carefully treated, you may lose mobility in your fingers. I am a Flicker with healing abilities, and I can promise you that I can heal it better than it could naturally with traditional treatment.” He told Ellamae, who regarded him cautiously; her whole body tight as a compressed spring. “It may hurt, but please hold as still as you can. It will be over quite quickly.”

She gave a curt nod, so Clarence started removing the bandages after a quick glance at Fionntan. “This is going to call for a slight change of plans. We are still taking you to Silverhilt station, where you are to board the first train back to Wicksend and immediately report to your team leader…but now Ms. Holt will be accompanying you.”

That last part made Fionntan’s mouth fall open. The original plan was simply get her, hand her over and leave; that was it. Now, he was what? A prisoner transport guard? A delivery boy?

“With all due respect and no offence intended to Ms. Holt,” Fionntan started. “She has no training, no gear, and hasn't completed the official registration process into the Order yet.”

“I am aware,” Clarence snapped. He hovered his hand over hers, and as he held his breath, a green glow emanated from his palm. His fingers pinched as if grabbing hold of a thread, then pulled. The glass shards reacted; pushing out of the skin while leaving a healed surface behind. Ellamae winced with the pain, but obeyed the order to be still until Clarence dropped her hand and retook his position opposite from them. “Further information has come forward, indicating the tower will not be the safest place for her at this time. You are to take her with you, you are to protect her, and you are to get her to your Squad Commander. Is that understood?”

“I ⁠ —“ Fionntan swallowed back his arguments. “Yes, sir.”

 Ellamae flexed her now-perfect hand with awe-filled eyes; seeming more fascinated by the smooth skin than her fate. Not even a scar marked where the injuries had been.

'She has absolutely no idea how peculiar this situation is.' New Flickers typically spent their first several years in the Lapis Order Tower undergoing training, never seeing the outside world until finally being sent on a mission. Doing so ensured the public that those released were fully in control of their powers, and had the training to properly serve... yet here they were, sending the most volatile class type into a full crowd. It was like putting a starved wolf in a cage already full of sheep, and simply hoping for the best.

'And somehow I am supposed to protect the sheep and the wolf at the same time.'

“Good," Clarence said. "Inform your Squad Commander that he is to train her as his own for the time being.”

“… Yes sir.”

Mind whirling, Fionntan rubbed his temples. ‘For fate’s sake, what is happening?'

This was supposed to be an easy mission; simply an inconvenient puddle to step over. That puddle turned out to be both wider and deeper than he could have expected.

Knocks sounded from the driver. "They took the bait for the moment. The police detained the decoy," Clarence reported. "We've seamlessly merged with the other carriages, and that should buy you enough time to depart, but haste is still essential. They'll likely assume we're headed to the tower, though that ruse might not hold for long. I'll do my best to stall them if they reach the station, but if possible, we'd prefer to avoid any conflicts that could further complicate matters."Clarence looked into Ellamae’s eyes. “This bag beside me contains clothes roughly your size. Once your caretaker and I exit, change as quickly as possible.”

"Where's Wicksend?" Ellamae asked, not even acknowledging that she had heard Clarence's instructions.

Ignoring the rudeness, Clarence settled into his seat, closed his eyes, and reclined his head, as if preparing to sleep. “Heading north. It's a long train journey, several hours at least.”

“First, a motorized carriage, and now a train out of the city?" Ellamae huffed, her voice laced with amazement. "No one from the docks would believe it.”

As Ellamae finished her sentence, her amazement gave way to a sorrowful expression. She gazed at her hand, her opposite thumb tracing the spot where the injury had been, over and over again.

Fionntan felt a pang of sympathy, but also knew nothing he could say would help her.So, the three sat in silence.

Random Info:

Glow Cells

Almost all the advanced tech is powered by glow cells. These are essentially batteries, but what they hold is energy pulled from Flickers.

Many low-ranking Flickers that are deemed as useless to the military end up having no choice but to work in a glow-cell factory. They are worked hard, paid little, and die often.

Inspiration: 

The factories for these are based off of Victorian-era workhouses.  These were places poor folk would end up in, and while they did provide housing and employment, they were sometimes just prisons in disguise with plenty of abuse.

The glow cells are based on dry cell batteries

[bemyfiasco]

The beginning. The shot chosen for my first EP, “Solitude.” I had a simple concept and a batch of songs. I never knew that tape would take me as far as it has. Thank you for staying with me on this journey. I’m working on new gems as we speak. #bemyfiasco #fiascoinmadrid #solitude #firstep #singersongwriter #dallas #texas #nacogdoches #madrid #spain #instasinger #blackgirlmagic #sfasu (at Stephen F. Austin State University)

[jwesulm]

We've fully remastered the first song on our soon-to-be re-released blockbuster debut EP, Tales of a Wandering Soul! That's right, our award-winning "Hustler's Tale" song has now been remastered in a high-fidelity new WAV format for all you Kant's Konundrum fans and followers out there, and we'll be re-releasing the entirety of our first EP as a succession of sweet-sounding singles on Apple Music, Amazon, Spotify, and other music distributors. We know it's been a rough year without a whole lot in the way of live performances or concerts, but rest assured we're doing everything we can in this brave new musical world to get our music out to all of you. Stay safe and stay strong. We are #KantKon Come join the hypno-intox musical revolution! #remastered #remaster #musicmaster #newmusic #JWesUlmandKantsKonundrum #KantsKonundrum #JWesUlm #newmix #mixedmusic #mixingmusic #talesofawanderingsoul #rerelease #applemusic #itunes #amazon #spotify #firstep #newep #athemic #recordingstudio #songrecordings #recordingsongs #hypnointox #musicalrevolution #album #singing #drwes #inthestudio #doingarecording (at Los Angeles, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CKS0ds2DFbI/?igshid=1g1tonsu9bt3c

[bassner]

🇦🇷 🇪🇸 Me da gusto anunciar la firma de mi primer EP con el sello discográfico @runrecordsargentina . Lanzaremos tres temas al mismo tiempo que reflejan mis influencias de música electrónica más underground. Fecha de estreno: 1 de Febrero en BEATPORT 🇺🇸 I am very happy to announce the signature of my first EP on the label @runrecordsargentina . It'll be 3 tracks that will be released at the same time and that reflect my underground influences in electronic music Release date: 1 February on Beatport Thanks @bastiengrooveofficial #bassner #undergroundmusic #underground #ep #firstep #techhouse #techno #bordeaux #argentine #argentina #musicaargentina #franceargentine #franceargentina #firstfebruary #primerodefebrero #beatport #beatportcharts (à Bordeaux, France) https://www.instagram.com/p/CKBh_jVAai-/?igshid=nhcrhamum809

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