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slackerspice
Sep. 4th, 2011 09:42 pm (UTC)
70 - girl blowing bubbles
clanoftheswords


The wizard faced them, all gaudy crystals and inverted pentacles. Farley would have laughed, if he hadn't tried to off Stark - badly.

He reached into his bag, and pulled out the bubble wand he'd bought earlier.

"Ha! You dare threaten me with a puny toy-?"

"Yes." He sent the first bubble at him before he could spout more pseudo-archaic babble, rainbow-hued and green sparks crackling inside it.

A white flash, and the Dim Lord was on his back, looking like the victim of some horrific static cling.

"Are we done?" Farley growled.

He nodded weakly, letting security cuff him.
slackerspice
Sep. 4th, 2011 11:04 pm (UTC)
71 - girl and dog eating ice cream
nicediphthongs


If England had been paradise, the honeymoon was absolute bliss. No longer worried about their families interrupting, she'd jumped him the instant they got to their room, reviewing everything they'd practiced when no one was looking.

Even better was that they could be themselves - not the scatterbrained linguist and the not-so-dutiful daughter - and do things like bitch about how Theresa was obviously Snaps's dream daughter or plan their reasonably-weirdness-free future.

But the best part wasn't the freedom or the sex (though it was pretty damn good), but the quiet moments when they would feed each other ice cream.
slackerspice
Sep. 5th, 2011 01:08 am (UTC)
72 - path leading down to beach
no_god_or_kings


The little beach shack that housed an entrance to the secret grotto was just that - tiny, quaint, and functional enough that it looked the part. It was his go-to place whenever he and Jack were on each other's nerves, and the greatest test of his conviction.

He watched the sunlight ripple over the sea, then switched off the radio.

Nothing - not a peep from Brigid for almost two weeks. What in hell was going on down there?

He sighed angrily, pulled the covers off the bed, then settled in for the day.

Damn it, Brigid, where are you?
slackerspice
Sep. 5th, 2011 01:59 am (UTC)
73 - desert
clanoftheswords


"Can't believe you agreed to this..."

"Anything to get away from Stark," Farley growled. "He'll have enough problems without me getting involved."

"Maybe, but-" Lamont groaned as the pickup bounced on the dirt road, slowing to a stop. "Couldn't we have taken the car?"

"Nah, she's sexy, but not that stealthy. Besides-"

The crash site had turned into a party, with people setting up grills and coolers. In the center, someone tried lifting the hammer, rubbing their back painfully when they failed. Even from here, he could feel the power radiating off the thing like a winter wind.

"We're here."
slackerspice
Sep. 5th, 2011 03:48 am (UTC)
74 - carnival food stall
goddoesntlimp


"Why are you looking at me like that?" Dani asked, fork hovering before her mouth. Bill watched, stuck between horror and bemusement, his pizza slice forgotten.

"Well, I'm really trying to think of something to say other than 'Wow. Sugar.' but..." Another glance at her sundae funnel cake. "Wow. Sugar."

"Want some?"

"No thanks, the Twinkie defense is so passé."

"Still thinking about that file?"

"Really wish I wasn't. I know I got lucky when Talbot found me, but... God damn."

"Yeah, but he's dead, and you're not." She smiled, her hand on his. "We'll get through this, I promise."
slackerspice
Sep. 5th, 2011 04:32 am (UTC)
76 - girl with parasol
clanoftheswords


"I see, now. Ballroom, dining room-" Farley gestured around. "War room."

"Sort of. This came from the Monolith after the coven searched it."

"Thought it looked familiar." He glanced at the now-familiar tapestry, umbrella forgotten. "They let you have this stuff?"

Lamont scowled. "Most of it."

"Don’t see why they'd bother. Shiwan seemed more the 'strength of arms' type, really."

"I'm sure they had their reasons-"

"Like the Phurba?" He smiled grimly.

"Actually, I was going to say 'keeping certain people from poking around too much.'"

Farley shrugged, the ornate fur coat exaggerating the movement. "You don’t like the color?"
slackerspice
Sep. 5th, 2011 04:40 pm (UTC)
77 - people wearing sandals
nicediphthongs


"This is a nightmare."

"I know..." Lisa settled against him, bridal catalogue forgotten. Her father and his grandfather were upstairs "talking" about their engagement, and no doubt Howard was reading Snaps the riot act.

Aldo walked in, glad to be clear of the line of fire.

"Well?" Thornton ignored what he knew would be a splitting headache.

"Well, the bad news is, your grandpa just accused Snaps of tryin' to bribe ya."

"Oh God..." Cue headache. "And the good news?"

"Well, I mighta mentioned that Snaps had Nora's underwear..."

"And he fell for it?"

Aldo smirked, the black valise jingling.
slackerspice
Sep. 6th, 2011 01:07 am (UTC)
78 - fourth of july pavilion
no_god_or_kings


"CHARLES! ATTEND!"

The man from the bench flung his arms out - and the birds followed. They ran, while Jack and DeWitt fought with gun and plasmid. Suddenly, DeWitt lunged, knocking Charles over the edge.

Saltonstall screamed with rage, but fled across the Skylines.

"That wasn't so bad," Jack murmured, while DeWitt leaned over the railing, coming up with a gilded bottle with a bird's head.

"It will be." Ryan pointed. In the distance, Saltonstall snarled orders at a gun's crew.

The first shot arced overhead, and the pavilion exploded into flames.

DeWitt opened his Sky-Hook. "Come on!"

"FIRE!"
slackerspice
Sep. 6th, 2011 02:26 am (UTC)
79 - porch swing
nicediphthongs


"You're not pregnant."

"C'mon, do I look knocked up to you?"

"Well, not right now..." Thornton smiled teasingly.

"Nah, I've got enough problems without a kid going ten rounds with my stomach. Why did Dad tell you, anyway?"

For the nth time that morning, he looked embarrassed. "I believe he wants me to marry you..."

She snorted. "I can believe that."

"Rather insistent on it, though when he tried to bribe me with women's underwear-"

"What?!" Lisa gaped, shocked that she could still be shocked. "Wow, Dad's really flipped, hasn't he? Maybe you'd better start over from the beginning, Thornton..."
slackerspice
Sep. 6th, 2011 04:09 am (UTC)
85 - egg frying on sidewalk
no_god_or_kings


"This is embarrassing."

Jack leaned against the counter, hand open and looking like slightly-cooled magma. Ryan held the pan over it, a pair of eggs sizzling away.

"Well, if you'd get the stove fixed-"

"I've been trying, but they keep coming up with these bullshit excuses, and I can't really tell them why." He wanted to slap the counter, but settled for rolling his eyes.

"No," Ryan sighed, "I suppose not. I guess we'll have to find another way to-"

"Light a fire under their asses?"

To Sinclair's astonishment, Ryan returned the smile, then dished up the eggs.

"Order up."
slackerspice
Sep. 6th, 2011 05:28 am (UTC)
86 - after
clanoftheswords


Silence fell.

Jenna gaped, half-smiling - she'd be cheering, except for the people he'd just pissed off.

Lamont was a statue, except for a slight nod - neither condoning nor condemning, but on his side.

Margo really looked like she didn't care. But those flashes of annoyance whenever he breathed at her were now dismay, worry and guilt. He wanted to hug her, say it'd be okay, but...

Daniel stood, unfocused eyes the only mark of sadness. He'd been right about everything else, but this time, he'd dropped the ball - hard.

Farley stepped down, crowd parting like the sea.
slackerspice
Sep. 6th, 2011 03:12 pm (UTC)
87 - contradiction
goddoesntlimp


Mr. Flynn was weird.

For one thing, he didn't look like a policeman, or even an ex one, more like some rich guy's butler or some goofy librarian. But him snatching that gun keeps playing - moving fast, and hitting hard.

For another, he didn't act British, though the quiet drawl was pretty nice. He swore, didn't use fancy words much, and when he didn't like something, he was totally honest about it, speaking as he felt it.

But he cared - about her, about his girlfriend, about the job.

He wouldn't be so afraid of hurting her more, otherwise.
slackerspice
Sep. 6th, 2011 06:05 pm (UTC)
88 - breathe
nicediphthongs


In...

Mother, stone-faced, desperately not crying as she tried to explain why his father can't go with them-

Out...

Graduated with honors, they said, and she beamed with pride. He thought about letting Father know, but shook himself, Mother wouldn't like that-

In...

The telegram - Father is dead - and Mother snorted with I-told-you-so pride. The letter he hid before she noticed - you need to know and she won't tell you-

Out...

Bright gold eyes, teeth growing sharper, he had to get out hehadtogetout-

In, and the world lay out before him.

Out, and he was himself again.
slackerspice
Sep. 6th, 2011 10:43 pm (UTC)
89 - healing
clanoftheswords


Farley looked at the open gash in his palm, tinted green with magic. It didn't seem real, though he knew it would hurt like mad if he touched it.

The wound itself wasn't dangerous - a moment of dark curiosity and sheer boredom - but he started to treat it, anyway, pressing the gauze down tight. Force of habit.

When he was done, he looked at it carefully, half-expecting the bandage to melt or start on fire, and as he worked, he kept glancing back at it.

Sorta-scientific curiosity or not, he wouldn't be doing that again in a hurry.
slackerspice
Sep. 7th, 2011 02:43 am (UTC)
90 - novel
clanoftheswords


Finding out about magic was easy.

Figuring out how to use it was the hard part.

Farley stared at the wand, tracing the channels in the body. The old ways - wands and such - had been done many times, but there still had to be fresh earth to till.

He set it down and began writing.

In spite of its unusual source, I think it might be possible to create magic tools that work towards the same purposes as mundane ones, if not by the same methods. Progress is... slow. The ideas come easily, the designs... not so much.
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