Tag: Envoy
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Dream Journal: 2016-07-17.01
Lunch time was over, and I was waiting at the red light for the usual traffic shuffle on my way back to work. In the lane to my left, a gentleman in a faded black 1940’s truck was doing the same. Heavy traffic in our direction meant we were both stuck in place as the…
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Dream Journal: 2016-01-24.01
The master villain knows I have a wicked and evil temper. That once I lose my shit, so does everything in a five block radius. He used this to his advantage and tricked me into fighting his fire elemental behemoth in full ifrit mode. After all, you’re not supposed to fight fire with fire, amirite?
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Dream Journal: 2014-10-06.01
“Help me! Won’t anyone help me!” God fucking dammit, I’m such a fucking sucker at times. As I cross the street towards the anxious woman, I notice my feet aren’t touching the ground. I feel the texture of the asphalt where my feet would be touching, but I am in fact floating an inch above…
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Kissing Roger
Weaver brought Roger into the City and now Weaver has to take him out. Just another job, right?8,403 words.
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Dream Journal: 2014-09-14.01
The Envoy calls Weaver back to the City. Weaver brought Roger into the City, now Weaver has to get him out.3,657 words.
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Dream Journal: 2014-06-19.01
They always warn about black cloaked Weaver. As if anyone else could be more dangerous.1,310 words.
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Ask Keri: What Are You Talking About?
A “not rude at all” Anon asked: “I get lost in your blog posts for hours but I must admit I thought I’d pick it up by now and have not – what exactly are you talking about? That seems so much ruder than I intend, honestly your blog is one of my favourites but…
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Dream Journal: 2012-10-25.01
The letter to the Envoy was short and sweet and many more words than what I left for others in the wake of the letter-borne attack at the Condo.
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Dream Journal: 2012-10-02.02
I’m not bored. Really. I’m just in a weird lull. I want to go a-weirding again, but I think I spent all my weirding points at my defiant lunch-time nap. Was really strange to find myself talking to Keri + 20 years about certain things. Not surprised to see K+20 has a cane. Nor am…
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The Unquenchable Decision
“You’ve started some shit, you know.” I was helpless before her, and there was not a raven in sight. She picked up my defenseless form and placed me onto a nearby cold pyre. Humming contentedly to herself, she arranged more bones over me, nearly covering me completely. “There. You know what to do now. You…