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Prompt #15 Travesty

“I can’t believe it!”, the man drunkenly ranted at the bartender for the umpteenth time in the last half bell.  “It’s a shame, no not a shame.  It’s a fucking travesty that you won’t serve me another beer.”  He slammed his fist down on the bar, making the glasses along the counter all rattle and other patrons mutter to each other in disgust. 

The woman behind the bar sighed, putting her fists on her hips, “I don’t care how many times you ask Py, I’m not serving you another drink.  You are drunker than a bumblebee in a vat of mead!  The rules are the rules.  You’ve been cut off.  Now you can quit your bitchin’ and wait until the bar is closed to leave or I’ll get Breaker to drag your sorry ass out!”   Watt leaned back in his chair not too far from the drama going on at the bar, snickering as the portly Py finally backed down and staggered towards the door to leave.  “Ya ever wonder if things will change here, Linn?”, he asked once the drunken viera was out of earshot.  “How many times have we seen Py get dressed down by Marlee now?  I’ve lost track, feels like every night just about.”  A soft snort, one of Linn’s ears half twitching upwards just to make sure that Py didn’t actually hear Watt and decide to take his drunken ire out on them before answering. “Py ain’ ever gonna change.  You know that.”  

“Yeah, I know that.  But what about here.  The ranch, the bar, the town?  Same ol people, same ol routine, every day.”  “That’s why you head up to Soultion 9, ain’t it? Get that fire you crave.”, Linn leans in and punches Watt’s shoulder with a grin.  “Maybe that will even get you some pussy or ass one day, then you’ll really be livin’ the life.”  

Watt exaggerates his reaction to the punch, leaning to the side as if he was almost knocked out of his chair before her rolls his eyes and groans at Linn’s comment.  “I’m leavin’ that all to ya.  I don’t have time for that.”  “Chicken!” “Am not!”  

“Yes you are!”, Linn snickers and goes to steal Watt’s drink since his own cup is empty.   “Leave it, that’s mine!” The two young men devolve into their usual antics, arguing over Watt’s lack of a sex life and Linn’s over abundance of one while Marlee watches on with a grin. Some things don’t change and she preferred it that way.  

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Prompt #9 Limn

Prancing about, the sharp purple carbuncle zipped through the small inn room in Tural that Linn rented for the night.  The weather had turned darkly stormy in the late afternoon, the clouds familiar enough that it drove the young viera to seek shelter instead of sleeping out under the stars.  It was in a half panic that he’d entered the wooden building to speak to the owner and pay for his lodgings without a quibble over the higher than usual price. Not bothering with dinner, Linn took the key and retreated to the room he bought to stash his pack under the bed, kick off his shoes, and then get under the blankets to cower there as the first peal of thunder rang in his ears.  That’s when the punk-buncle showed up as if summoned by the lightning it did laps around the room, bouncing from floor to wall to the bed with a case of the zoomies that would make most cats look on with envy. 

With every lightning strike the carbuncle grew brighter, the core of it staying purple as the edges went brighter and brighter electric blue.  Its speed was impacted as well, the construct zapping from point to point as the storm reached a crescendo.  Gravity meant nothing to the white-blue outlined creature, the ceiling was treated as if it was the floor while Linn watched wide eyed.  It seemed as if the lightning outside that he fled from had been summoned within his room to frolic about as his heart pounded in his chest and the dregs from lunch churned within his guts threateningly.  

The building shook from a particularly close strike just after midnight and the creature born of death and static turned into a blinding ball of electric aspected aether, every hair or bit of fur on Linn’s body poofing outwards from the viera’s body from the static dancing in the air.  The carbuncle stayed that way for longer than Linn could hold his breath, the man abruptly sucking in a lungful of air before panting fast and hard as fear all but consumed him.  Ground it!  Damnit Watt, ground it now!  

The words echoed in Watt-Linn’s mind in a voice that matched the body Watt inhabited at the moment.  Flinging the blanket off of him, he sat up in confusion to try to figure out where the words came from but there was only a ball of death floating in the center of the room that grew with each breath. GROUND IT! 

The desperation in the mind shouted words got Watt-Linn to finally move, scrambling to get the pack out from under the bed to get the chunk of electrope that he kept in the bag out.  The cube is already gleaming when it’s pulled out of the bag, Watt-Linn cupping it in his hands.   The urgency continued to grow along with the brightness of the carbuncle hovering in the center of the inn room.  A deep, but shaky breath is taken as the viera does his best to focus and ground. The runes along the cube start to slide along the planes of the cube, slowly at first as the growth of the ball lightning surrounding the punk-buncle finally stalled. Sweat beaded up on Watt-Linn’s forehead, the fur on his ears puffed out fully so that they looked like ovals of fluff standing straight up from his head instead of lopped over as usual.  As each tense moment ticked by the movement of the runes increased but then the concentration of aether started to steadily wane as the pair worked through the remains of the storm to ground and disperse the energies collected by the zooming carbuncle.

The sun rose into a sky that was clear except the wispy remains of white puffball clouds that trailed after the nighttime storm.  It was as calm as the evening before had been chaotic, a lovely day to spend in bed sprawled out in a sweaty, unconscious heap on the blankets that proved to be a flimsy shelter to hide within.  

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Walls Fall Down

[Writing Music: Iniko - Jericho (Official Video)] Content Warning: Violence, death, guns

Gunshots echoed through the shetona’s awareness just before something tugged and pulled at his very essence, electric and alluring from within the confines of darkness and metal.  Runes, purple and strange, lit up the midnight of Aklinne’s amorphous existence.  It was terrifying, it was the same feeling as what had trapped him in this plane of semi-awareness when the sky opened up to swallow him whole.  The tug only grew stronger for his reticence, an invitation to, what?  What was next after lightning claimed you?  Fear kept him from reaching, but the fear of the one calling was stronger and Aklinne found himself on the ground in a place with a blazingly blue sky and adrenaline running through his being like electricity through a wire.  Urgency had him staggering sideways, but having four feet and a tail as big as his small body meant that he stayed upright.   Four.. feet? Long tail? Why was everything so large? 

There was no time to consider as panic, fear, and the sound of another gunshot going off had the punk hued carbuncle zipping off towards the sniper on the hill.  That was the immediate danger, the bond between summoned and summoner conveying that information at the speed of thought.  Matthew was in trouble and that’s all Aklinne needed to know.  A leap from stump to bush, the blue-purple form zapping from one spot to another in quick jerks and stops like electricity arcing from conductor to conductor. A loud buzzing announced the creature's presence to the stunned Garlean, the sniper hastily springing to her feet, gun clattering to the ground.  She barely pulls her sword from the sheath it was in when the carbuncle’s fur goes all spikey then expands, engulfing the rise in a ball of lightning that can be seen for malms.  KERZAP

BOOM!

The purple-blue carbuncle jerks on it’s paws as the electricity it summoned snaps back into it’s tiny body, smoke drifting up from the unmoving form of the sniper.  She wouldn’t be standing back up at least.  It took a moment for Aklinne to reorient himself and follow the tug from where he was back to the one who called him here.  Two people no longer huddled behind a rock as the other enemy had been dispatched as well.  A woman, adorable in the best of ways caught his eye as she sat up first to fuss over the man on the ground.  Orange hair and lop ears oh so familiar to the soul trapped within its new, electric prison.  Staticky sounds filled the area as the buncle’s confusion manifested, causing the shorter hairs and pieces of fur on Melody and Linn to stand on end. The two spoken were too wrapped up in eachother to notice. It was Matt that called me.  I know it was. Why am I seeing me?  Where is he? Why am I here and not.. there?  Why? 

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Linn Story: Glitch in the Membrane

[ Inspo music: The Weeknd - Blinding Lights (Lyrics)] [Content Warning: Violence, some bloody bits.]

Painkillers, an unfamiliar bed, sea air, and a sewn up hole in your leg made one hell of a combination for restlessness.  Even as the medicine helped keep him locked in sleep, his brain and body shifted and twitched under the light sheet he crawled under hours earlier.  Nothing was comfortable even though by all reckoning he should be cozy and deeply asleep.

Alas, memory had other plans for him. The gunshot went off, pain lanced through his leg.  The scent of blood and crushed grass was strong in his nose, eyes watering as he tucked his head into Melody’s shoulder to muffle the pained cry that followed. 

The grass was hard under him, blue and red and slick with his blood.  Boots thunked on the metallic floor, drawing closer and closer.  Metal and boots?  No... Everything went jagged and staticky, the edges of the nightmare tearing into pixels that flew off into the darkness.  Grass grew up again to fill the void in memory, the kiss was warm and sweet, the gunshot electric this time though.  A kerzap of energy that hit his shoulder and spun him...  Another tear in the dreamscape that grass sprung up through to cover the electrope crafted floor that his body laid upon as it steadily bled out.  It was just a hole in his leg, that wasn’t right?  Was i... The sun was warm and the sky bright blue with white, fluffy clouds passing above his head.  It was a perfect day like he’d read about in books or his Ma had told him existed in stories from her home.  Her home and his were the same, but different, somehow.   Linn didn’t understand then, but he did now, thoughts mesmerized by a cloud that looked like a ronneek grazing at pasture.  Sharp and deeply purple, lightning skittered through the sky with particular menace, shattering the serene skyline and turning it dark and deadly.  Once the sky was broken the lightning found his body, connecting him to ground and sky all at once.  It was pain that was too sublime to describe, like his mind and body were open to all of creation in that one, agonizing final moment that seemed to never end. Not until he too was purple and full of static, trapped within a circuit that gave him no peace.  All he felt was a debilitating need to be seen, to be heard, to be perceived and understood.  But no matter how his tail flicked or his eyes pleaded, nothing could cross the barrier of electrope to form words.  There was impulse and despair in an infinite space that was too small to tolerate. But tolerate it he did as grass prickled his belly until it turned as sharp as a fist in his gut that forced his body to double over before slumping upon the cold, hard floor.  Kisses?  Where did the kisses go?  This wasn’t right! Sweat soaked the sheets that twisted around the shetona’s body, trapping him literally as memory rose and broke over and over within the confines of dream turned nightmare.  He struggled to break free, the need strong enough to get him pulling at the tangled bedding as if it held the key to wakefulness.  The Garlean’s gun sounded again, electric and displaced by the lakeside camp.  Unfamiliar voices coming up behind him to hold on as he tried to hold onto the grass that kept slipping through his fingers like bones tearing free from the constraints of flesh.  “Hold on!”, came the feminine voice, urgent and concerned as part of two sets of feet pounding along the metallic ground.  One was light, almost dainty, and a stark contrast to the far more solid footfalls of whomever accompanied her.  Aether flexed and something terrifyingly fast swirled past him, the white fanged moogle crashing into the soldier that turned on the populace that it was created to protect.  A scream tore from his throat then, or it meant to be, coming out as a wet gurgle as blood mingled with the air in his lungs to burble up from within and bubble around his lips.  NO! The spell of sleep was broken then, the denial shouted into the air as Linn finally woke up.  Pain briefly stabbed through his side, the phantom fading away while he struggled to catch his breath and rein in his wildly racing thoughts.  Shivering despite the warmth of the seaside morning, Linn wasn’t aware of the tears that ran down his face or how his thrashing had set his wound bleeding again.  All he could remember was the crack of the gun in the.. field.  He was outside with Melody when he was shot.  That’s what happened.  Nothing more.