*Taco drags himself into the riffing chamber and flops down into a chair next to Swenia, who has her head reclined back with a large bag of ice resting across her eyes*
*Swenia pulls the bag off her face, revealing a puffy right eye* “Naw. I was doing a little morning sparring with some of the new military folk we seem to be collecting. That Asari has a mean left hook.”
Well, I’m surprised it’s so munda-
“Of course, she stopped pulling her punches after I made a pass at her. Well, a couple passes.” *She winces while gingerly testing the eye with her fingers* “I think I’m in there.”
There it is. Wait, don’t you have like a crazy healing factor or something?
“‘Accelerated’ just means the swelling hits hard, fast, and goes away without a bruise. Twenty minutes and it’ll be fine. It’s great on the battlefield when you got a hormone cocktail loaded with adrenaline and endorphins going, but it stings like a bitch when you’re just sitting at home. But, as much as I love talking about me, what are we doing this morning?”
I’m glad you asked! This week we’re diving back into my pile of Legend of Dragoon fanfiction to dig out a short, edgelordy little fic called “Threads of fate” by Atlas Bloodstone.
“Woof. I’m already getting some of that edgelord flavor just off that name alone. But that doesn’t explain why you need me here.”
Call it repayment for me dragging Jiwe out of the colored goo room last week.
“Fine. Why do we even have that room, anyway?”
Dude, where else are we going to keep all our colored goo? Summary time!
A young wingly is held captive in his own home for murder. Precious sulfur and soot, the battle begins in a dimly lit room, where he is being tried and covicted of killing
“That is starting off on a pretty foreboding note.”
*Taco furiously thumbs through a book*
“The hell are you doing over there?”
Speed Latin-ing. Covicted: A reduction of Comvincere meaning to conquer together or to conquer completely.
“Well, that’s neat and all, but we should probably get to covicting this fic.”