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2 months 2 weeks ago #68975 by null0trooper
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Letting It Ride

10 PM, Thursday night,
Twain Cottage, Whateley Academy

Benjamin 'Belfry' Keeling was making the most of this evening's temporary quiet for dedicated study time. For all that English was his native language, spelling and vocabulary weren't his strongest points. Toss him syntax and grammar - the nuts and bolts of how the bloody beast works - and he was sorted. Fiddling details? Not so much.

That quiet was aided by the sound-damping panels installed to forestall Maximillion Argyle Livingston the Fourth's ('Super-Dance-Party') imminent demise at the hands of the other residents on that floor. Max liked life turned up to eleven and a half. Benjamin knew what it had to do with Max's devisor-induced manifestation and how. He'd rather open a vein than tell anyone about that. What surprised everyone else the most was that that eleven and a half applied to studying. When Max went to the Library, he was there until it closed.

A gentle door slam announced the end of quiet time.

"Hey, roomie, how's it going?"

"Handbasket, meet Hell, one-way tickets only?"

"Could be. Could be. Guess what I read on one of my fan club sites?" asked Max.

"I'm almost afraid to ask. Some of your fans are pretty devoted."

That was an understatement.

Max's words carried the razor-sharp smile his roommate didn't see. "It seems that someone who will remain anonymous by the initials BXK told someone else that I rescued them from a beatdown."

"That sounds about right, doesn't it?"

"It would. But somehow, they omitted the part where I was the one shaking them down for money. That is, until my dirtbag associates got spooked and ran."

Benjamin turned and looked up. "Does it matter?"


"You've been open about starting out from the gutters, so that isn't changed."

"Yes, but--;"

"But who, precisely, got me home when there was no way I could have managed on my own?"

"Me, but that's not the point. I could have left you there. I thought about it."

Benjamin smirked at that. "See? I knew you had some sense in you."

He dropped the humor like a spent shell before going on. "It's what you did that matters to me. If I hadn't met Mom, Reg, you, Yuki? I would be haunting that cemetery today." Now he stared down at an English text he wasn't seeing. "Soren would still be living with, maybe... No. By now, he'd have done it."

Max didn't ask or offer a choice. He bent down and held his friend in a bear hug across the chest until the shaking stopped.

"You never asked me what I get out of knowing you."

"A great corporate discount on ammo?"

How are those deflector shields working for you, roomie?

"I had contacts before meeting you, you know! That said, you were the first person in a long, long time to see me as a person, not a freak show, a mark, or a GSD case. Even here, dude. Serious."

Max straightened up. "Now! While I have your... your broken earbuds? How'd you swap them like that? Anyway, it's still a good time for some new K-pop!"

Their RA spotted them five urgent complaint calls before letting himself into the room (No one, but no one, could hear knocking through the noise) and shutting down Max's stereo system. Benjamin was already curled up with his head under a pillow and out for the night. One of these days, he'd figure out how the two GSD Brits could stand each other. For a few hours of peace, he could let it ride.

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2 months 1 week ago #69134 by Cryptic
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“Hey Jericho, I had an idea I wanted to run by you.”

“What's up Vibes?” Joe “Jericho” Turner asked as he pulled his head out of a mechanical compartment of his Rafe 2 armor, at the sound specialist.

Arwin “Goodvibes” Hochauser tapped the frame holding up the armor. “You've heard of Bert..”

“Your partner for the morning show? Yeah, I've caught your act a few times when working until dawn.”

“Well, Bert got me thinking. You've been so focused on making this thing a walking ambulance, have you thought about a version fitted with firefighting gear?”

“I just got this image of Cait with a big ass fire ax and an evil grin...” Joe said with a shudder.

“Naked or dressed?” Goodvibes quipped, a little thankful that the Amazonian Outcast was nowhere near.

“Don't make me have to hurt you, Arwin.” The blind inventor rocked back on his heels as he rubbed his chin, leaving a smear of grease. “An industrial versions of Doc's co2 bombs. Mount those in the gauntlets... Can't, at the moment, think of how to add ladders... Have to think about what other gear would work. Thanks for the idea.”

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1 month 1 week ago - 1 month 1 week ago #69407 by Schol-R-LEA
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I've been catching up on "Lever" recently, and while I am still only at chapter 8, I had a brainwave which I needed to put to virtual paper. I hope MageOhki can forgive me for this. Spoilered in case Mage doesn't want to read it.

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Out, damnéd Spot! Bad Doggy!
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3 weeks 3 days ago #69555 by Cryptic
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“So, Jessica, Sarah as our resident shifter and comic nerd, respectively,” Skyler asked from where she sat on her bed watching X-Men: First Class. “I have a question about Mystique.”

Jessica and Sarah exchanged looks over the heads of their friends before Jessica asked the devisor, “What is the question?”

“Do you think Raven was born with Barbie anatomy and instinctively shifts to create an opening when she needs the rest room, or is she shifting the fun bits away to walk around like that.” She waved at the projected movie.

“Taydyn, you're closer.” Sarah sighed, seeing how there was no way that she could get close to Skylar with the crowd of six other girls filling the room, prompting Skylar's roommate to smack her up side the head.

Jessica, who was self described as 'Mystiques child with a disco ball', took the question a little more seriously. “Based on the flash back of little Raven and Charles, I'd sat the former. I don't think kids that young are that aware of modesty.”

“So if she wants to have sex...” Skylar said slowly prompting a face palm from her roommate.

“As it seems like she has to devote some concentration on keeping her form, yes, I think she risks loosing her shift if she... You know. I don't have that issue.”

“No one asked Jess.” Sarah's roommate Molly groaned.

“Head out of the gutter, Mol. I was going to say that after I shift form, I have to focus to shift to another. I don't loose form when a sleep. Wildchilde and the Avatar teacher think it's cause Emma is in my head.” Jessica explained, indicating the floating projection of her spirit, who, without taking her eyes off the screen, shushed them.

“You get stranger the longer I know you.” Annabell muttered as she misted a bowl of popcorn into reality.

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3 weeks 3 days ago #69558 by Cryptic
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cut from my story, but wanted to share.


“The... how did you put it? The Naked Giant surrendered without a fight. Origin event, stories are not very clear how it happened, but he goes with the code name Big Elvis. Warper and is a pretty heavy brick where he is as big as he was when we got to him. Does the giant thing. Could have gone a lot worse if he had actually fought back. No wants, no record, works as an Elvis impersonator, of all things. Bills himself as the largest Elvis on the circuit. He does have a brother, with a very long sheet, who was last seen operating in the area our instigator has claimed. We suspect the fire thrower mistook Big E for being his brother.”

Agent Conner flicked the screen to show Mr. Donner's file. “This is Magaman, our reported instigator.” I got a Look at my snort of disgust at the statement. “Registered Dynahost. Out of state 'hero'. Very outspoken White Nationalist. Only reason he isn't considered a villain is because someone is throwing enough money around to make good press.” Agent Conner rolled her eyes at that. “That might change with the deaths of those MCO troopers and those kids. He's a PK brick and a blaster.”

“He was here with one of the troops as a parent chaperone.” I spoke up as I looked Magaman up on my phone. I let out a disgusted snort and held it out. “There are pictures of him and Herbert Goodkind palling around at.. a... rally in support of the Knights when that brouhaha that got them disbanded was going on.”

“Great, now we can maybe add hate crime to his list of charges.” Agent Conner sighed. “We'll want to have a talk with the troop.”

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3 weeks 2 days ago - 3 weeks 22 hours ago #69577 by null0trooper
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Lunch, Doyle Medical Center Canteen

Dr. W.V. Cody set his lunch tray down across from his colleague, Brechtje. "Doctor, I've been meaning to ask you: how on earth did you manage to snag 'Doctor Bombay' without being sued to Hell and back?"

Dr. B. Bombay replied, "Sweetie, I'm a neurosurgeon. Do you think I don't know from systemic stupidity?"

"Er, maybe?"

"Pfft. As if. Alfie - my first husband, and such a joy to be with - had a keen sense of humor. After all the tempest in a teacup over my undergraduate thesis was done with, I still had my degree. But what to do with it? Alfie went and got his name changed: all it took in those days for a man to do so was to take out a notice in a newspaper. He proposed the night the notice expired and so I became Mrs. Bombay! When I finished medical school, how could I not be Dr. Bombay?"

"What about the older thesis?"

"Alas, I was too busy to ask the publisher to post an errata, so the one citation failed to follow me in my career."

Wyatt had seen too many people brought down by imagined skeletons in their closets. "What if someone did try to correct the record," he asked. "Surely, that can't be too difficult."

"One of my old flames, Wulfie, tried to do just that. So pretty, my Wulfie, but so stupid at times. Sony Corporation was not amused with what they saw as an attempt to dilute their trademark. He'll be paying their lawyers for such a long, long time."

Over the hospital PA system came the familiar call: "Doctor Bombay. Calling Doctor Bombay."

"No rest for the wicked, nee? I do hope it's not the Stephens kid again."

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6 days 16 hours ago - 5 days 18 hours ago #69708 by Schol-R-LEA
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This is a follow-up to an earlier micro I wrote, here . I am trying, not very successfully, to turn them - and a third micro about Raul Tenant - into a WhatIF.

New Hampshire, near Dunwich
2 Sept. 1983
The teen with the waist-length honey-colored hair and matching eyes sat on a window seat, trying to ignore her sister's incessant chatter. OK, so she wanted to hear all of the crazy stuff that went on at the school they were going to, but there was no way she was going to follow an endless stream of gossip about kids she'd never met, spat out at 100 miles an hour without any pauses. I mean, yeah, it was, like, a school for super powered mutants, right? But this was more like a soap opera than a comic book.
She mentally shook her head about that. She had always been fond of soap operas. This was more like someone making fun of a soap opera fan who won't shut up about her favorite show.
At least now she could watch them without getting teased by boys about it. A slight smile cross her lips, as she reflected on how much she had already changed, and how much was still to come. Despite how ill she'd become when the changes took hold, the bed-ridden weeks of misery, she couldn't have been happier.
A girl.
The smile grew wider.
It was all she could do to stop from bouncing in her seat in joy. She hadn't known what it was that had held her down before, but as soon as the doctors told her family what was happening, she suddenly knew that this was how it was meant to be, that this was what had been wrong her whole life and that now she could be who she'd been meant to be all along.
The effervescence didn't last very long. Old habits die hard, and a pensive tone overtook her again as she fretted over what would happen if anyone found out. She knew she wouldn't be alone - they wouldn't ask about it on the entrance form if it didn't happen to others, right? - but that didn't mean she wouldn't get taunted or even beaten up by most of the other kids if it got out that Ophelia Candler used to be a boy.
She had already resolved to keep anyone from knowing for as long as she could. But there was a problem with that, and that problem with babbling away right next to her. Could she really trust Sophie not to blab about her being Beauregard? OK, so she'd at least made sure that if Sophie called her 'Bo' she had a cover set up - she'd picked 'Mirabeau' as her middle name, and was ready to tell people that Bo was short for that. But that was just for a slip-up - what if Sophie said something to her friends about her brothers back home, when she'd been here the previous two years? Having her secret come out before she even got the Whateley would be crushing.
Her reflections were interrupted as she felt a tug in her newfound magical senses. Looking out the window, she saw that they were passing through some sort of gate. Had they finally arrived? The question was answered moments later, as the bus came to a stop in front of what she could only assume was one of the dorms.

Out, damnéd Spot! Bad Doggy!
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