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She-Who-Was: An Unreal Snippet
Author's Note: Below this cut is a bit of fiction that is related to but not part of the chronicle. It is inspired by two scenes, one that I ran years ago for
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Gabby: No Excuses
She was infinitely tired of showing up to gatherings and being on her best behavior while her head was so full of grief she could hardly see ( Read more... ) -
Gabby: The Exercise of Vital Powers
Glory of warrior, glory of orator, glory of song ( Read more... ) -
Gabby: Lawn Darts
Going along with this was not one of her better ideas, she thought to herself, peering through the window of the helicopter and back at her companions. It reminded her of the time in school where their teacher had made them do trust falls and Gabby's team had not been paying attention and dropped her. Her mother had screamed hysterically at ( Read more... ) -
Gabby: A Making
There were only the sounds of the spring night as she padded barefoot into her yard, toes digging slightly into the still-cold Illinois mud. She hooked one arm thoughtfully over the branch of her favorite tree, a stately elm that had somehow survived the disease that killed so many others. She felt a certain connection with it for that.
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Gabby: Athens
Shopping in Athens took her a little longer than it did at home - not because her Greek wasn't good, but because she had discovered a few more shops that catered to the very petite - and more importantly, they had people on staff to make alterations, so she didn't have to do it herself. She amused herself by choosing a few outfits for Alex, a ( Read more... ) -
Gabby: Seeking Desert
She's tired of thinking, tired of the endless retread of her thoughts, one after another, a plan to go and handle the Solarii situation herself. She doesn't give a shit about the cult, she just wants the fucking batshit elder dead. It's not a revenge thing. His past threats against her aren't the issue. It's that he fucked up being a monster, and ( Read more... ) -
Gabby: Contemplation
The stack of papers on her desk seemed small in comparison to other months, other lives. She was slowly flowing towards a point in space and time where it seemed like everything would be perfect. The dead brought back to life. Hearts given back to the broken. It made her impatient, because these things were always lies ( Read more... ) -
Gabby: Whatwhatwhat?
She had to read the email twice to make certain of what it said.
Then she had to think about what it didn't say.
Then she started to laugh, a lot.
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Gabby: Waking Circles
A returned enemy. The warnings of the Ordo Dracul were... terse. She has probably faced worse, the guy had always been a fucking blowhard. What hacked her was that it was in her turf, and she hadn't known. Her instinct was to cast her nets wider, but she wondered... if that was really best for everyone. She knew it wasn't best for her ( Read more... )