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[hemi-demi]

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[swordsonnet]

two things about lena kelley:

1. she says "i'm afraid i won't be able to join you at the [pub]". what if she literally can't leave the OIAR building?

2. she says gwen doesn't "have what it takes" to do lena's job. that could just be a jibe at gwen's work ethic, sure, but what if there's a deeper meaning to it? what if there's another, less mundane requirement to be a manager at the OIAR?

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[pdalicedraws]

Bit of a talky one today.

(m!Bal is calling the other Ambrosius 'sir' because he can recognize a trained knight even when he's no longer active, and because calling him by name would feel weird.)

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[7yd1a]

THEY WERE INSANE FOR THIS

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🩸 a pit of snakes (ao3)

pairing: davrin/rook rating: E word count: 11,470/? chapter: 1/? art by: @crxwes

“Is Rook asking for help?” Davrin teases her, though the way he leans in makes his support unquestionable. Ismeria sucks her cheeks in and pushes a palm against his shoulder, mostly playful. Rook is a spymaster’s alias. An unassuming chess piece playing from the edges of the board. Rook is the helmet she never takes off in battle, the glamour she wears to blend in. It has worked for the most part—but now gods are involved. “Ismeria is asking for help,” She’s trying to be more than Rook with Davrin, with the team—even though sometimes it feels like digging herself out of a sand dune. “Don’t make me regret it.” He takes her palm from his shoulder and kisses it. “I’ll give you my best. I told you: I’m here.”

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[inonibird]

Another skitter of metal brought him back to the present as one of Grievous' clawed feet disturbed a dismembered droid limb. Zorryx pointed. “What did you do to that medical droid?”

“That should be obvious,” said Grievous without looking.

Zorryx rephrased, “Why did you destroy it?”

“The droid suggested stasis to help pass the time. I offered an alternative.”

“That droid was extremely expensive, Grievous.”

“Droids can be repaired. Its processor is intact.” The pacing continued uninterrupted, but Grievous’ tone shifted from bored to intense, almost accusatory. “I was supposed to train today. Did Count Dooku say why I have been confined?”

Zorryx sighed and began fussing with his datapad. “Not in so many words, but I can infer why. Apparently a few spies have been apprehended here at the Stalgasin Hive—among them, two Jedi.”

Grievous stopped pacing and whirled with a feral hiss. “Jedi.”

“The last I heard, the Count and Archduke Poggle had them taken to Petranaki arena to be executed. In any case, I understand the Count’s caution. Where there are a couple of spies, there may be more, and if they wandered this far underground and discovered you—”

“I would kill them before they could send word back to their precious Republic,” Grievous seethed.

“Quite likely,” Zorryx agreed. “It seems they will die either way.” He sobered. “War may come sooner than we expected.”

Grievous resumed pacing, pausing every few steps to tread on the dismembered droid and mangle its parts between his crushing talons. “I welcome it. I was promised a war, and all I have been given are endless battle simulations and orbital exercises. I’ve had enough of this waiting! I—”

He broke off. His head tilted, audioreceptors pivoting. —

Chapter 10 of Part Six - Grievous of the Sahuldeem series is up!

(Happy Holidays! Wanted to get this one out by the end of the year; it's a heck of a chapter and *Dooku voice* I've been looking forward to this~ Enjoy!)

[still-breathing-au-p3r]

What's it like to be captain of the boxing team? You don't seem like the type to want that kind of responsibility.

Minato shrugs and nods. Sanada is probably the one he knows the least about when it comes to his club activities. He has the Student Council with Mitsuru and art club with Fuuka, and Yukari tells him about archery practice all the time. Junpei and Aigis don’t have anything to tell.

But Sanada almost never talks about the boxing team. All Minato really knows is that he chose boxing because he wanted to learn how to fight with his bare hands, and that he made hotpot for his teammates once.

Before Minato can question his life choices or lament the grave mistake he’s made in getting them started with their whole– whatever this is– any further, there’s a brisk, professional knock at the door. His senpais’ patter routine grinds to a screeching halt as everyone turns to look at the new guest. 

Well, not really a guest. It’s Aragaki’s doctor, looking just as serious as ever. 

“Pardon me,” he says. “I apologize for the interruption, but I have some things to discuss with Aragaki-kun and Kirijo-san.” Neither his expression nor his tone of voice give any indication about whether ‘some things’ are going to be positive or negative.

He turns his gaze to Minato and Sanada. “For the sake of patient confidentiality, I have to ask you both to leave the room.”

“I don’t mind ‘em being here,” Aragaki says. “They’ll hear it all from either me or Kirijo anyway, might as well cut out the extra step.”

“It's a hospital-wide policy, I’m afraid. Kirijo-san may be present because the Kirijo Group is acting as your de facto next of kin, but otherwise, anyone who isn’t a direct relative isn’t permitted to be in the room when discussing private medical information.

“As you said, however– you are allowed to relay as much as you like to whomever you like after the fact.”

“How long will it be?” Sanada asks.

“There’s quite a bit to go over. I don’t think we’ll be finished before visiting hours are over for the day.”

Sanada’s expression is crestfallen in a way that gives the distinct impression that he’s trying very hard not to look crestfallen. He nods and doesn’t argue with the doctor. He and Minato exchange their goodbyes with Aragaki and Mitsuru, and Mitsuru promises to pass along any and all relevant news as soon as she can.

And then there’s nothing left for Minato and Sanada to do but return to the dorms in lockstep, pretending very hard not to be anxious.

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[annemarieyeretzian]

chetney saying “I think there’s one rule, though. same that applies to me. if you start getting weird again, we might have to fuck you up a little bit, knock you back into, you know, you. hopefully it won’t happen too often, and maybe we just keep a closer eye when items of increased arcane or powerful magnitude are nearby.”

[ashfae]

The Fall of Camelot, and the penultimate chapter of our story. Or at least, this part of it.