#captain barker

[lunehowls]

georgie and her animal companions (i love captain barker already)

[theosjunkdrawer]

Maybe I've just missed every post about it, but i havent seen anyone talking about Captain Barker. CAPTAIN BARKER. not only is this a dog (not a cat) and a captain (demoted from admiral), but GEORGIE IS THE CAPTAIN OF THE WARDENS IN THE ARCHIVES UNIVERSE, MAKING HER A CAPTAIN BARKER. THE MIRRORING IS DRIVING ME UP THE WALL. WHAT KIND OF DOG IS CAPTAIN BARKER. WHY IS GEORGIE A DOG PERSON IN PROTOCOL UNIVERSE. WHAT

[kadael]

sunday six

Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, submitted, in progress, for your cat — whatever.

There was a brief pause, and then the sound of the chain being removed, followed by the hollow groaning of the hinges as the door swung open. Standing in the doorway was the tattooed man, as the townsfolk had described him—weary and imperious, taller than any man who had to work for his bread, and corpse-pale like the sun was a foreign concept where he'd come from. All of that, though, came second to what the tattooed man had been given his name for.

He was dressed all in black, so dark that it was hard to tell where his clothing ended and where the shadowy interior of his tower began, and from the neck down, every inch of him was covered—but Barker could still see the man's face, and he understood the reluctance of the prisoners to speak of it. It might have at one time been an honest face, a noble face, but the spidery blue-black tattoos that curled into spirals beneath his eyes and crawled down his neck had thoroughly robbed him of any of that. Barker didn't want to think about what sort of man would do such a thing to himself.

[kadael]

sunday seven

Each Sunday, post six seven sentences from a writing project — published, submitted, in progress, for your cat — whatever.

(Because I wanted all of these seven sentences in this snippet, but also because I missed the last couple weeks and felt like putting in a little extra to make up for it.)

In one swift motion, Barker pulled his sword from its sheath and wedged the blade into the space still left between the door and the wall, stopping it just before it closed. From behind it there came a shout--only one of fright, Barker was certain, as the blade hadn't struck anything he hadn't meant it to. "I'll tell you this one last time," he said, as calm and self-assured as the wizard had been mere moments ago. "Open the door. Now."

"You don't have the authority," the voice hissed, trembling in spite of its bold words.

"I am the authority."

[kadael]

sunday six

Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, submitted, in progress, for your cat — whatever.

"You know what this is about, mage," Barker snapped, spitting the last word like a curse. The eye might have narrowed, but it was difficult to tell--what little Barker could see behind the door seemed untouched by the day's sunlight, and it was quite high up besides. The townsfolk had said the man was tall, he supposed. "Open the door."

The door didn't budge, and the voice's tone shifted from amusement to boredom, which failed to improve Barker's disposition. "Am I supposed to be frightened?"

[kadael]

sunday six

Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, submitted, in progress, for your cat — whatever.

No one knows what he does with the bodies they bring him. The diggers say he lets them keep the jewelry, when there is any, and that he takes them to some sort of workroom that lies beyond a heavy oaken door. Whatever his business is, it leaves the graves empty and Barker's mind restless. The bodies that man chooses are the ones still whole, with the flesh still on the bones and the mourners still around to grieve, and sometimes the most damnable thoughts stick in Barker's head when he's trying to fall asleep at night.

The dead only walk in stories and nightmares, but even the most rational of men are superstitious in the dark, or so Barker tells himself. He imagines he can make out the silhouette of the tattooed man's tower on the horizon, and wonders if the lights he sees are stars or windows.