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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Toppat Clan Rising: Chapter 14 - Happy Thoughts
Summary
Macbeth took a deep breath, raising a sweaty palm and knocked on the door.
He can’t just stand out here forever, and frankly he’d had enough of listening to what little he’d already overheard. He didn’t want to hear more about what a failure he was.
He just wanted to go home.
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I've been looking forward to posting this chapter for AGES. Enjoy! It's a personal favourite.
If it could go wrong today for Hōkū it had, and this was just another thing on his growing list of problems. At least this one was relatively easy to deal with.
“NICKLE!”
Lost Children of the CCC: Ch.29 - The Hunter & Hunted
Summary
"Well that's not ominous," The first guard frowned, holding a small piece of paper from inside the box containing Right's new anti-chaos cuffs.
"Oh?" The second guard asked leaning over, mid-turn in unlocking Right's current pair.
"Looks like they know you," The guard said. "I guess that would make sense with the amount of trouble you keep giving us breaking these things!" The first guard held the paper up so Right could read it.
'Found you B-42'
Lost Children of the CCC: Ch.30 - The Hunted & Hunter
Summary
“Something’s wrong.” Reginald announced.
“Oh? What gave that away?” Cuppa Joe grumbled sarcastically, “The fact that no-one is still following us? Or the fact it WAS the CCC to start with?!”
Al Kohaul elbowed him hard, “Shut up, dude!”
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Double upload with the return of Lost Children too! I just need to fix 'Ch.28 - Mission Complete?' and we are ready to progress the story!
Also, very chuffed with this cover. Big upgrade from it's predecessor, but I suppose that's what 3 years of practice will do, lol.
Also, Ben/B-12 got a visual overhaul to work with the new story details (the manipulator lore) and just general improvements from my improved visual storytelling. No he looks much more like a sort of cop, which, I guess if you squint at it is what the CCC's Delta Team is.
I re-watch Project Hail Mary with my sister, so I've been in a space mood. Some fun & practice. This one turned out so good, I'll definitely be doing more of these >:D
I am completely stumped as for what to draw for this chapter cover.
Here. Enjoy. I'll figure something out later ^^;
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary
Right had learned a long time ago, back from his early days working in the clan’s storage you could tell a lot about how a raid had gone based on the away teams body language. When things went well there were round of high-fives, excitement, heads held high.
But then there were the raids that didn’t go well, and the truck rolling into the yard 30 minutes late was NEVER a good sign...
“Where the hell would they have moved it?” Manaaki grumbled, rubbing his neck which must have been getting stiff from staring up at the higher rows of shipping containers. “This was meant to be a standard heist!”
Manaaki continued his constant yapping and Macbeth scowled, he was reaching his wits end with this kid.
‘Standard heist’ he huffed to himself. There is no such thing as a ‘standard heist’.
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We return and as does the cover art (albit it a bit late).
Uni's been exhausting, but I'm free for two weeks, so you know what that means!
I'm SO excited to get the next few chapters up. It's going to be a great few weeks. YES! YOU HEARD THAT RIGHT, WEEKS! We are returning to weekly uploads until Ch.19 BABY!
Starting with Ch.10 >:D
(I'm running behind on the cover art, lol. It'll be here soon ^^; )
Tonight has been a good writing night. I definitely didn't need those 2 hours of sleep I should have already gotten, lol.
This was a much better use of my time!
[WIP below. Raw and fresh out of the writers brain. This baby hasn't even been proofread, let alone Beta :P]
“Y- YOU EXCEPTED HIS POSITION?!” Reginald stuttered, anger mixing with disbelief. “What on EARTH were you thinking! I’m not even sure this ‘Head of Security’ he has come up with is a Clan legal position!”
Macbeth sighed, continuing to unpack his things. He wasn’t exactly thrilled about moving into the Airship for Suave’s position, he didn’t need Reginald adding to those feelings that had left him feeling physically ill all week. “Anything else Right Hand?” He asked, patience wearing thin. “I’ve got a headache and I’d like to be left to rest in peace.”
“NO! OF COURSE THAT WASN’T ‘it’!”
Macbeth flopped onto his bunk, pulling a pillow over his head and listened to the sound of Reginald pacing the length of his small room.
“I don’t even know WHERE to start with you! Or him!” He continued, “Whatever he’s up to, I doubt its anything good, and I am HIGHLY concerned as to why he wants you involved in his new scheme!”
God. Macbeth was so fucking tired of this drama between them. “Isn’t a Right Hands job to trust their leader?” He deadpanned.
“Well- yes, but- not him!” Reginald stuttered, trying to defend himself. “If Terrence has proven ANYTHING over the last 2 years, it’s he’s-“
“Reginald.” Macbeth rolled over, removing the pillow from his face. He waited for the Right Hand to at least stop pacing, which, he eventually did. “I get you don’t agree with his ideas, and not all of ‘em are the ‘best’ ideas available, but what your saying is starting to sound A LOT like mutiny. You do realise that, right?”
“I-“
Macbeth didn’t let him finish. “And if someone overhears this shit, you’re gonna get reported and demoted, best case scenario.”
Finally, Reginald shut up.
“Look,” He sighed, sitting upright and holding his pillow. “I know you’re just trying to do what your uncle taught ya, and what you think is best for the clan but… maybe the other Elites are right about him. Maybe he’s not the problem. Maybe it’s us, and the way we view the Chief. Maybe if you start trying to see things from his perspective, then shit’ll start running smoother around here again.”
“W- what has gotten into you, recently?” Reginald scowled between his confusion. “You told me yourself when he became Chief you didn’t trust him, but now you suddenly do?!”
Macbeth folded his arms tighter around his pillow, sick rising in his throat. “Maybe I was wrong about him.”
“Macbeth…” Reginald shook his head slowly. “Whatever Terrence has told you… He knows he’s loosing his grasp on the Toppat Clan; He’s panicking. He knows he can’t live up to Sir Wilford, he- he can’t even maintain the Clan he was left behind!” He walked forward and put a hand on Macbeth's lap, kneeling down to meet his eyes. “I do not know what he’s offered you, or said to you, but he is using you and it is all going to end in the flames of his dethroning that will burn you in the process.”
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Man, it's like Reginald has already read the plot of Toppat Clan Rising! Wait a minute...
I tried to finish writing Ch. 10 and instead wrote three completely new chapters >>
I'm trying, but my brain is like... 'This idea right here could be such an interesting addition to write' and then, once I get started it's like, 'YOU FOOL! This scene won't work here, but it's far too good to throw out. Make it its own!'
So um... I'm making progress. But in the wrong direction, lol.
Having a good time tho! I've written some fun stuff...
LIKE THIS! [Spoilers, obviously]
“A medical?! Are you fucking SERIOUS!” Macbeth yelled at Nick, smoke practically coming out of his ears. “He wants me to get a full fucking medical?!?” The train driver jumped off the wooden fence in the back paddock and kicked the ground hard, sending grass and dirt flying. “LYING BASTARD! ’I’ll be your friend’ he said, more like ‘I’ll have you quietly decommissioned from the clan to keep in good favours with Copperbottom!’”
“Mac…” Nick sighed, from where he still sat on the fence. “He doesn’t mean it like that-“
“YOU THINK?! Well what else does he fucking think?! That I like getting jabbed with needles and shit!”
So... I may have a new favourite movie and HAD to get the book too. Only problem was they only had 3 copies in my whole area and I don't like the cover variant, so... decided to make my own >:)
The typography needs refining a bit more, but otherwise I'm excited to get it fixed up, printed out & bound!