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Psych evaluations

Excerpts of post-implantation evaluation interviews with agent ‘Bakerstreet’ Lawson Session 1: 21/03/2006. Pre-combat evaluation Thank you for joining us, Agent Lawson. This will be the first of a series of psychological evaluations to determine your implant synchronicity and evaluate the data provided by you and your AI partner. You should be aware, in the interests of informed consent, that your emotional systems are currently being monitored by your DEI implants, and that data will be conflated with the recordings of these sessions. Is this acceptable? Sure Excellent. Now, to help us establish a baseline, please provide the

Once again by Tharrick, literature

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Once again

Lights are coming down. Rustle of scattered applause. Ice melting in drinks, glasses sweating like my palms in the humid heat Constant hum of conversation dying away. Boots on the stage in virgin silence. Knot in guts unravelling in the adrenal flight. Determination. Words begin, tripping through the teeth before steadying, finding the measured cadence, spinning into fractal patterns spread across the void, filling the empty with gradual sense. The pattern ends. Time catches up. Reality reasserts, no longer defined by voice alone. Aches return to tired joints. Throat constricts. In the ensuing silence I am, once again, merely a man.

Eyes like mirrors by Tharrick, literature

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Eyes like mirrors

I fell in love with a woman with blue hair and eyes like mirrors. I could see the whole world reflected in them, turning slowly beneath the lights and the moon. I don't know if she saw me on that first night. I wasn't there long enough, passing her by in the starlight. She faded into the city as the crowd carried me away. I saw her again the next night with lips like cherries and eyes like sapphires, glinting a dozen facets of street-light and neon. Our eyes met for a halogen second but the traffic divided us and she was gone. She was on the other side of the city on the third night, with eyes like blue fire and a voice like the wind in th

Sometimes an ending is just a beginning by Tharrick, literature

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Sometimes an ending is just a beginning

I lie back on the sand and watch the stars in their slow pinwheel dance over our heads. The waves lap up on the shore and tickle my bare toes as the firelight fades. Stacey curls up tighter against me in her sleep, and I gently run my hand through her hair. I blink and shift my perceptions, and I can see the dancing astral figure she's always been to me, whatever name and whatever body she has. I feel that familiar clench in my heart – joy, loss, lust, love, so many things at once. I've only known her as Stacey for a handful of weeks, but in those weeks I've learned how much of my Lucy is left in her since their merging, Lucy's experien

Tough Break part 2 by Tharrick, literature

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Tough Break part 2

I see him shift forward as he asks his question and I feel myself smile, he looks so much more... animated. Alive. Like a dog that just smelt fresh meat. No. More like a wolf. This wolf's smelt blood. I lean forward too. I could touch him if I wanted... but I lean back again and shrug. 'What you're good at. Investigate. For all I know, they might be right, they might be a load of devil kids who need to die. Heck, that might be true whether they're right or not.' What I'm good at. Sure. That's what it always comes down to. Going out into the rain, finding out about somebody, and then doing what I'm good at. Some suicide cult for a bunch of

Silver, smoke and blood by Tharrick, literature

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Silver, smoke and blood

Every time I come back, I'm amazed at how hot it is in Calcutta. The press of humanity, the flies, the smell - I remember all of it except the heat. Still, this is the best place in the world for what I need. The blacksmith lives and works out of town, but his son brings his work in every week, and my people - the thieves, the killers, the thuggees and murderers - meet him, if we can find him in the marketplaces and bazaars. I met him a week ago, and when I find him again, the thick black roll of cloth tucked under one arm tells me that my money was well-spent. He catches my eye, and gestures down an alleyway with a flick of his head. I fol

Tough Break part 1 by Tharrick, literature

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Tough Break part 1

Evening was drawing in. The clouds spread across the sky like a drop of ink in a glass of water, bringing the inevitable promise of dirty rain The tattoo on my shoulder itched, like it always did when it was going to be a bad night. I could feel the thirst starting, and the half-bottle of whiskey in the bottom drawer of my desk started singing to me. And then my office door opened. I drew my coat tighter around me to protect myself from the oppressive glances thrown my way by all the wives of the men I passed. Those looks coupled with the heavy clouds, black as the bruises on my ribs, made me glad to reach the darker street with his office

Moonlight by Tharrick, literature

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Moonlight

We dance together, under the moonlight, under the tree. We dance between the fallen stones of the asylum to the rhythm of her mind, the slow powerful beat at the heart of the world. Laughing, she lifts her arms, swaying gently as she spins in a motion that is entirely Lucy, no longer restricted by her new body, comfortable in her dance. I focus my eyes past her shape, and bring into view the perfection of her soul, the pure white light that drew me to her. Beyond her mortality, a being that is purely itself dances in the air, always just out of my reach, confined to the earth as I am, and I blink away tears as we whirl through the fallen lea

An old memory by Tharrick, literature

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An old memory

We march. The Children of Spring and Summer and their retinues, we march to meet the end of the world. Fifteen Children. One from each of the nine mystic Traditions. One from each of the five factions of the Technocratic Union. And one Marauder, the poor insane woman we rescued from a Technocracy stronghold that the external manifestations of her madness had turned into a hell on earth. Lucy strides at the head of our group. Beautiful even with the iridescent scales that patterned her bald head and exposed neck – the striking blue and purple sheen far more stunning than her previous electric blue hair, before she lost it, sacrificed th

Reunion by Tharrick, literature

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Reunion

The wolves wake me. Even in my exhaustion, I managed to pull myself back into my demesne, away from any chance of being implicated in the violent deaths of several child traffickers. Passing out at the scene – I'm burning my reserves too quickly. I stand up from where I lay under a tree, and the howling stops almost instantly. The dream is changed – something's different. Somebody's been in my dream. Trees pass by in a blur as I leap in wolf-shape through the forest towards the ruins, where I can feel the change. In moments, I arrive at the base of the massive tree that grows out of the remnants of the asylum. I can see somethin

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Once again by Tharrick, literature

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Sometimes an ending is just a beginning

Tough Break part 2 by Tharrick, literature

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Silver, smoke and blood by Tharrick, literature

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Tough break part 3 by thunder-kitten, literature

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Tough break part 3

I hear the music of the whiskey filling up my glass as I think how to begin my story. I'm gonna have to strip it down to the bare facts like some of the girls strip away those tiny details that don't interest the punters. "How do I know.. well it started with a couple of them visiting the club a bit too often for my taste. They weren't there for the girls or the music..they were asking questions about whether we had anyone 'special' working there. They had a fairly good description of who they wanted; mostly my 'talents' though rather than what I looked like thankfully...." I trail off as I collect the thoughts that've fallen into my glass an

A new beginning by thunder-kitten, literature

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A new beginning

The time has come. After days of consideration and planning and then more days of getting our affairs together it's time. Tonight Anastasia and I will merge and wake up better than new. I've been waiting for this moment for years, the moment when I can just peacefully go to sleep and know that everything that matters will carry on just fine without me. I clean the house, I make the bed and I settle on top of the sheets. With a gentle nudge I go to sleep and with just a whisper of effort I set events going. I fall asleep into empty space where I find 'Stasia. It's almost like taking our music collections on our outdated and corrupted piles

It takes more than a bath by thunder-kitten, literature

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It takes more than a bath

I slowly relax as the scalding water unbunches my muscles and washes away all the aches. I soak until the water's merely warm and the room gets darker. I know there's something lurking at the back of my mind, some tiny doubt or fear.. if I was a normal girl it would probably be embarassment that vaughan had had to help me undress but I've never been shy. Whatever it is I ignore it, this bath would be such a waste if I didn't relax completely. As the water cools II know I have to get out again and call softly for Vaughan. He probably wasn't far away because he's there almost immediately. "Did it help?" he asks I nod, "it at least helps to re

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Confession- it's always the quiet ones.... by thunder-kitten, literature

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Confession- it's always the quiet ones....

I creep into Vaughan's room, his door isn't properly closed in case he wants to get out so I don't feel as much like I'm intruding. When I look in he's back to being human again just as I dreamt. That might make things more awkward but right now I just want to be close to someone...him? I don't want to lose anyone else and he's one of the few people from before who's still here. I shiver and consider putting more clothes on..this gets dismissed instantly- he's never minded nudity before. I'm asleep almost as soon as my head touches his chest. I wake up slowly. The feeling of warmth and safety, body heat.. whose? It doesn't seem like somethin

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Afternath

As I walk into the house I feel numb. Not happy to be out, being in there wasn't so bad- I didn't have time to feel the true horror of my position while I was there. I look around and everything looks familiar and at the same time wrong. I smile faintly to Vaughan as he helps me..I help him.. helping is going on anyway. We struggle to a chair and I slump and try to remember so that I can forget. I know it hasn't hit me yet and may not for a while so I'm going to clear things in my head while I can. I was in the umbra and I went to those guys in jumpsuits for help.. they got me across then the avatar storm hurt me and they put me to sleep

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Aug 15, 2012

Am I back?

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Apr 1, 2010

Twilight? In MY Avatar?

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So. I want to know just what the fuck Deviantart think they're playing at. Mudkipz I could tolerate. Mudkipz I quite like (though not to that extent). But *this* shite? Seriously? Not funny, dA. Not funny at *all*. Now I'm going to have to go scrub myself with steel wool until I feel clean again ¬_¬