Original Canon

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A Whateley Universe Story

The Final Trump

By Bek D Corbin

 

Part 3

 

JJ had been right- the warehouse was a rat’s nest. Mara looked at the layout of the storage area and saw three of the banes of modern Academia at work: Tight Budgets, Interdepartmental Rivalry, and Issue Faddism. First Nations issues tended to fade in and out of fashion, as the question of whether Anthropologists were exalting or exploiting the cultures they studied waxed and waned. The warehouse smelled of dust, paper, mold and apathy.

Mara was dressed to intimidate, with the ultimate symbols of authority: a dark wig with a severe hairstyle, thick unflattering glasses, a lab coat, an ID badge, and a clipboard. Looking disgusted at the pendulum in her hand, she said to her husband (via cell phone in her other hand), [liberally translated from the original French], “It’s no use, Nick darling! I can’t get a firm fix on anything, because there are too many items of trivial magical significance tucked away here and there! It’s like trying to find one conversation in the middle of a convention of gossipy teenage girls! And the maddening thing is that I’ll bet that nothing here is worth the risk of trying to sneak out.”

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A Whateley Academy Story

The Bear, the Bitch, and Everything

by E. E. Nalley

 

Part 3

 

Why not think about times to come,

And not about the things that you've done,

If your life was bad to you,

Just think what tomorrow will do.

Don't stop, thinking about tomorrow,

Don't stop, it'll soon be here,

It'll be here, better than before,

Yesterday's gone, yesterday's gone.

Fleetwood Mac, Don't Stop

 

September 8th, 2007

Range Two, Kane Hall Tunnels, Whateley Academy

The Colt Wolverine was an interesting failure.

It had been developed in the mid-80s when the Army was looking to replace the aging 1911 with a new, more modern sidearm. The Wolverine was a machine pistol, capable of burst and full auto fire, packed into a frame that was about the same size and shape as the pistol it was replacing. The double-stacked 9 mm magazine made the pistol grip somewhat thicker than those who were used to the aging 1911, but allowed for a 20 round magazine to fit completely within the pistol grip. They also produced 30 round stick magazines that extended below the pistol grip and a little 50 round drum as well. The Army felt that the fully automatic mode was not needed in a pistol and so decided to go with Beretta's entry, which would go on to become the M9.

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A Whateley Academy Story

Imp 5: Head over Tail

by Morpheus

 

Part 1

 

Dunn hall, Friday afternoon, Sept 28th, 2007

It was Friday afternoon and I was in the middle of teaching Art Appreciation, my last class of the week. Or at least, this was my last official class.

My students were all in the middle of taking a test, so I was sitting at my desk, trying to remain quiet, so that I didn’t distract them. This wasn’t easy, because I kept thinking about how funny it would be if I pulled out my air horn and made them all jump, or just used my Nerf gun to test their reflexes. However, no one had ever said that being a teacher would be easy.

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A Whateley Academy Adventure

Kayda 10 - There's No Place Like Poe

by

ElrodW and E.E. Nalley

Part 4

Monday, September 10 - Pre-Dawn
Dream Space of the Ptesanwi

Energy crackled up around Debra as she wiped her lip with the back of her hand. With a gesture, energy flowed out and slammed into the girl I thought was my friend Lanie, knocking her at least 30 feet away. The force of the concussive blast would've killed a normal woman, but Lanie only back-flipped and at the top of her arc released an arrow that struck Debra in the throat.

I ran screaming to the redhead, "Stop! Stop! Why are you ...?" I couldn't continue because the banshee had grabbed the back of my head and covered my mouth with a searing kiss; that only enraged Debra as she pulled the arrow from her throat.

"You bitch!" Debbie coughed and choked around her regenerating throat. "Is this how you keep your word? You swore you wouldn't take her!"