#genkill au

[satashiiwrites]

Um…. I don’t need another project but this idea has been floating around in my head for over a year.  Don’t expect anything finished or fleshed out any time soon.  This is just to try and get me back on writing regularly… because my schedule has sucked the last month or so. 

Title: Untitled…. Maybe Bradley the Damned?  no. That’s too… nope.  Untitled BradNate Mummy fic. We’re going with that. 

Fandom: Generation Kill

Pairings: BradNate 

Other tags: AU. Mummies. Anne Rice inspired…. Which that warning makes me twitch. Probably never doing more of this? Maybe ? Idk. 

Warnings: first draft. Thinking late Victorian setting of which I have not done enough research for this…. So yeah. We’re off the reservation here… and I do not want another large project….

Nate hesitated and then reached for the cup of tea that Schwetje had already poured for him. He didn’t appreciate that Schwetje had been allowed into the house but he’d have to be polite—until he had a reason to remove him from his uncle’s company Nate would have to play nice until he had a better grasp of the accounting. Pasting a false half-smile on his face, he nodded and added a sugar cube and a dash of milk to delay having to say anything as Schwetje continued to ramble on about accounting delays and why he couldn’t deliver the books to Nate just yet. 

Over Craig’s shoulder, the morning light had landed on the open coffin and the mummified body within it appeared vaguely more bulky now that there was proper light to see it that streamed through the east facing windows that Walt had opened this morning when he’d been laying out the breakfast service.  The ancient bandages that wrapped the body were still yellowed but you could now make out the shape of the body underneath them as having belonged to a very tall for the time man. Nate vaguely wondered what he’d looked like when part of what Craig was saying pulled his attention back. 

“—so you see it’ll be a few weeks before we can get the accounting books to you,” he stated, a weirdly sly smile on his face that Nate instantly distrusted. Lord—no excuse Nate’s error for forgetting the preferred honorific—Captain Craig Schwetje had been delaying now for over a month and his excuses had already been growing thin without this latest one.  How his uncle had ever put up with the odious man Nate didn’t know but he was rapidly losing his patience. 

Scowling, Nate lowered the cup without taking a sip. “Captain, you can understand my concerns about—“

“Drink your tea,” Schwetje interrupted. “It’s getting cool I was waiting for you for so long.  You really should make an effort to be ready for business appointments earlier than mid morning.”

Mouth closing with a snap, Nate stared at the man across the table from him for a few moments while he tried to think of a polite response.  Reclining into the chair, Schwetje took a loud slurp of his own tea, giving Nate a jaunty little salute with the cup before just staring at him as if daring Nate to say something. Raising his cup to take a sip for no other reason than it’d keep his mouth busy from saying something potentially ruinous, it was slapped out of his hands right before he could let the hot liquid touch his lips by a bandage wrapped arm that made Nate startle and jump out of his chair in surprise with a yell. “Bloody hell!”

It hadn’t been Captain Schwetje’s arm that had knocked the tea away—it was the mummy’s!

The high pitched scream of surprise and horror that Schwetje let loose was followed by a crash as the breakfast table was upended by the man kicking it and scrambling away. A gun appeared in his hand and the loud shot cracked through the space making Nate’s ears ring as the wrapped body next to his chair let loose a pained grunt and staggered as the bullet lodged deep in the torso area. 

Schwetje’s next two shots would have hit Nate if it hadn’t been for the mummy that pushed him out of the way, tumbling to the floor in the mess of broken dishes and putting him out of sight and knocking his head into the hard oak of the chair to make him see stars. 

Three more shots buried themselves in the mummy—two in the back of the head and and one in the back near the spine. 

This did slow the mummy but it continued to move.  

Shrieking, Schwetje ran out of the room and left Nate alone with the impossible figure. 

[msridcully]

Glossary for Whale Songs and Steam Dreams Pt 1

“One will fall, to free the realm from the necromancers vile Tyranny” prophecy from the Wives

“An emperor without a throne will find his hope in a pauper's heart”

Crown of Tears = the name of the Royal seat in the Skylands.

Landsraad = “Council of the land “ All High houses have a seat on this council

Epithelium = Magical void between worlds, Mages draw the power from it and it is thought this is where you go when you dream.

Skylands = the colloquial term used for the floating land masses of the world Charybdis,

Charybdis = the name of the world where the Skylands exist, the lower atmosphere is a toxic soup of poisonous gases and dangerous predators. The upper atmosphere supports an abundance of life many living on the floating Islands large rock formations that float above the toxic world

Gryphon Brotherhood= once the elite combat squad of the Emperor but now wanted criminals and mercenaries, now go under the name of the Braavos  

Hellespont ( Hells Gate )= Heavy jungle carpets most of this  Floating Island, with many caves pocketing its interior, closer to the lower toxic atmosphere it is avoided by most. Smugglers, mercenaries or those down on their luck often make their home in the subterranean warrens of this Island.

Sky Barges = floating boats powered by steam and wind, the main source of transport between islands.

Flying Harness = A magical contrivance that when placed on a person who possesses a special magical aura it enables them to fly, the harness becomes flesh and bone, will only release on the flyers command.

Magister = one who is both adept at Healing magic and alchemy but also in defensive spells,  Can be spotted by the large serpent Tattoo that adorns their body. Tim is an adept Magister 

Battle Mage = Exponents of the magical arts both offensive and defensive, also skilled in weapons of the mundane. Rudy is the head of this school of Magic 

Sisters of the Night = the guild of assassins, most are born into its ranks few join in their youth, Often denoted by the large Raven Tattoo that shows they have undertaken their final vow. Walt is a former member 

Sky Behemoths = cloud Whales, large aerial life forms, feed on the microscopic plankton that lives in the cloud beds.

Trapezoidal Crystals = come in various sizes and colours, self-sustaining, used as a power source for smaller items, Valuable and hard to find.

[msridcully]

Mages and Templar’s 

“You cannot keep people looked in the circle tower for years together and then be surprised that something happened”

“But a Templar and Blood mage running off together”

“It really sounds like one of those ill-fated romances the mages like to read” 

Gunny falls for Nate 

[msridcully]

Brad squared his shoulders, casting a cold look towards where the Sisters sat. “How can I hunger for that which I have not known? The reign of my kin was dust and bones long before I was born.”

[msridcully]

Storm of the Century or Brad vs the Old gods pt 6

Nate paced the lounge room, often stopping to check on Rays breathing and to assure himself that his husband was alive.

Nate fretted over his husband they had moved here five years ago at the behest of the town council. The Town was in dire financial straits and needed Nates help badly

Nate had made his reputation as fixer going to the aid of small regional towns and helping them to stave off bankruptcy and corruption.

Ray had been excited about the move, foggy childhood memories of the Island and his mother's refusal to speak of the time they had spent there had fueled Rays interest and need to dig into the island and his family history.

The town had been welcoming and hospitable Nate quickly finding his place amongst the town council, finding his ideas and knowledge welcome and wanted. Ray had started teaching at the school finding friendship with fellow teacher Walt and a research buddy in Rudy the town historian and librarian.

Things had been going well until a few months ago when they had moved into Cove House. Both men had fallen in love with the house, its gothic appearance striking a romantic chord in both men.

All had gone well for the first month then things started to change, strange sounds from the cellar and smell that no source could be found.

The house stopped feeling like a sanctuary and more like a tomb.  Both he and Ray had started having nightmares neither man remembering much of what the dreams were about.

Arriving home tonight both men felt the oppressive malaise that hung over the house. Ray had been edgy since he had brought Nate his dinner and had only grown increasingly worse as the evening had progressed.

“Come on Babe let's get in out of this weather, put some cocoa on and Princess Bride on the TV, what do you say” Nate pulled his partner into his side as they walked up to the house.

Ray nodded mutely letting himself be pulled into the house ever since leaving the store Ray had felt exhausted finding it hard to think, all he knew was he did not want to go into that house but they had no choice.

They made their way inside Nate going to the fireplace to get the fire started, Ray stood despondently in the middle of the room hands hanging loosely by his side, his breathing shallow and eyes closed.

Nate hated seeing his normally vibrant husband so subdued and did not like how washed out Ray’s complexion was. Nate debated whether to call Mike or Tim to see if they would come look in on Ray but decided against it both men would be at their respective homes battening down for the storm.

Nate walked to his husband's side reaching out to lead him to the sofa Ray’s eyes shot open, his normally soft brown iris were black and his face pulled into a rictus of fear, his voice a shallow rasp

He stretched out a thin arm pointing to the West Cthulhu, turning to the south YOG-SOTHOTH, to the East, Hastur, finally to the North SHUB-NIGGURATH.

He then started to chant in a strained voice

"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn"

"Ia! Ia! Cthulhu fhtagn"

"Cthulhu R'lyeh fhtagn"

(In his house at R'lyeh dead Cthulhu lies dreaming.)

(Yes! Yes! Cthulhu dreams!)

(Cthulhu dreams in R'lyeh)

Ray dropped to his knees but the chant continued until he finally collapsed, his body starting to convulse Nate who had been frozen in shock moved into action, rolling his prone partner to his side, checking his airway before dialling for help.

“What the fuck” Nate murmured to himself as he stroked his husbands sweaty head,

[msridcully]

Storm of the century pt 5

OR MrsR has no idea what she is writing and you all have to suffer for it 

The front door burst open Pappy was roused from where he was napping on the couch, his partner looking like he had seen a ghost. “Shit Rudy what is wrong”

Rudy ignored Pappy going straight to the small room that acted as Rudy’s workspace. Pappy stood at the door and watched as Rudy started pulling old musty tomes out of the bookshelf, scanning pages with a harried look.

Looking towards his husband finally, Rudy spoke “Paps I need you to promise me something”

Pappy tilted his head “ I would have to know what it is before I promise anything babe”

Rudy strode over to Pappy bodily herding him against the door frame his chest flushed with the other man’s

“I am serious babe, tonight no matter what you hear or see you do not leave this house “ Rudy fumbled in his pocket drawing out a carved stone pendant “ I need you to wear this too”

Pappy was really starting to worry now, Rudy was the calmest man he knew this was so out of character for the man.

“Babe what is wrong and why have you dragged these books out, come on make sense here please” Pappy tried to reason

Rudy gave Pappy and exasperated look but must have realised that there was no arguing with the man “Paps someone has stolen The Book “

Pappy looked confused for a minute then his eyes widened “Oh shit you don’t mean “

Before Pappy could say its name Rudy “I think someone is going to try to use the storm to help a summoning “

“Babe that's crazy, no one but you and I know that Book is real, or that They are real” Pappy kept his voice calm and took Rudy's lead by not naming the Book, or who it pertained to.

Rudy rested his head against his husband's shoulder for a moment before going to his backpack, removing something wrapped in oilcloth “I found this washed up on the shore today, near the cove “

Pappy looked at what Rudy had found revulsion and fear fighting for dominance in his gut.

It was a crudely carved statue, its surface pocket and worn from its time in the water, the stone an unpleasant slickness to is appearance, neither man willing to touch the carved idol with bare hands.

The carved Idol looked like a hybrid of human, octopus and dragon and Pappy could swear waves of malevolence came from it.

Pappy stepped back from the thing in Rudy’s hands “ I really don’t want that in our house, thing smells like dead fish and looks like some horror writers wet dream”

Rudy nodded in agreement “I know paps, the cove was littered with them most of them broken and smashed by the waves, there were other things too, and footprints”

“Some one else had been down there too? Who?”

Rudy frowned and spoke “Not sure, but I have a suspicion, I want to head up to Nate's place think it's time he knew about this island's dark side”

Pappy glared at his husband “Well you're sure as shit not going alone, not in this weather and you know I always have your back”

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Storm of the century pt 4

another instalment of my morning fic , and yes still no Idea what is happening either @aces-low

("Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn. )

Brad fussed about the kitchen, keeping one eye on the pressure cooker where the beef and barley soup cooked merrily and the other on the clock, Mike should be home soon he really wanted to run by what had occurred on the beach with Mike.

Sixta’s mad ramblings had left Brad feeling uneasy and the feeling was compounded by the oncoming storm.  Brad was roused from his thoughts by the sight of headlights through the kitchen window. Bustling about the kitchen Brad got out two large soup bowls and the crusty rolls he had gotten from pokes

“Hi Honey I am Home “ Mike yelled as the front door swung open stomping slush off his boots and looking tired.

Brad stuck his head out of the kitchen grinning at Mike's entrance “Go wash up, soup will be ready soon”

Brad heard Mikes heavy footsteps go up the stairs, setting out to bowls and the fresh bread rolls on the table Brad smiled to himself why did he have this urge to be domestic when Mike was around.

They were friends, housemates that were the end of it not that Brad did not wish for more but he would not risk rejection or mess with what he already had with Mike that did not mean he could not enjoy spending time with the other man or surreptitiously looking after him.

“Damn that smells good, I ain't ever going to let you move out you keep feeding me like this  “

Mike smiled as he walked into the kitchen, dressed in a dark long-sleeved henley and soft worn jeans Brad snuck a peek at the other man's jean-clad ass as Mike went to the to the fridge.

Brad chuckled “That is the whole Idea Mike, besides you, ate like an unsupervised toddler at a party before I moved in” Brad cocked an eyebrow daring the other man to argue.

Mike ducked his head and let out a put-upon sigh “Well you may have a valid point there, but I still argue that Eggos and Captain Crunch are part of a healthy food group”

Brad ladled out the soup handing Mike a brimming bowl “The fact you are an RN and actually believe that frightens me, Mike”

Mike sat down at the kitchen table and sighed happily as he ate a mouthful of soup, his eyes twinkled in mischief

“Well it's a good thing I got you around to look after me then”

Brad sat alongside Mike bumping his shoulder companionably “Well I think we do a good job of looking after each other so it all evens out”

“So you find Sixta ?” Mike enquired as he went for another bowl of soup.

In the warm confines of the kitchen, it was easy to forget the storm that was barrelling in, that was until a strong gust had the window panes rattling and a strong boom of thunder shook the air

“Yeah, he really is off his medication in a big way Mike, ran off before I could grab him, don’t like the thought of him out in this”

Brad thought about Sixtas ravings and Rays warning that something bad was going to happen, the storm was making people act strange and it was starting to put Brad on edge too if he was honest.

Mike walking back to the table put a hand on Brad's broad shoulder giving it a squeeze “Hey you OK there, you vogued out on me for a sec there”

Brad let himself lean into the touch of the other man  soaking up the warmth from Mike's hand 

“ Um yeah just, Sixta was raving claiming that we were all going to die in the storm and a reckoning was coming, or words to that effect and at the store when I bumped into Ray he was all spooked about the storm,’

Mike straddled the kitchen bench seat so his legs were facing Brad, his hand still resting on Brad's shoulder  “These types of storms bring out all those weird types of feelings. Hell the two fishermen who got brought in claimed that the reason they hit the island ferry the way they did was that they were trying to avoid a rock formation that just appeared out of nowhere”

Brad gave Mike a quizzical look “ Appeared from out of nowhere? Anyone else sees it?”

Mike shook his head “ Nope and I have been fishing and sailing in that bay for years and there is no rocks or anything of its type  there, both men smelled like the floor of a brewery so I think alcohol played more of a part in it than mysterious rocks”

Mike let his hand drop and Brad missed its warmth almost immediately “So you think there will be more of the crazy over the next few days then”

Mike took a long pull from his beer grimacing as he spoke “Afraid so, not much we can do about it except stay home and keep ourselves amused while mother nature has her temper tantrum”

Brad gave Mike a sly look “ I can think of worse places to be cooped up”

Mike gave a shy smile “True good food, warm fire, amenable company think we will do just fine”

Brad looked down into his empty bowl trying to find a quip or jaunty response but found he was having a hard time coming up with something, settling for a broad smile hoping that Mike would get that Brad agreed wholeheartedly.

Mikes phone broke the silence, Mike looked at the number “ It's Nate “

“Hey, you guys surviving OK” Mike spoke, his brow furrowing as the other man spoke

“OK Calm down a bit for me, what do you mean Rays freaking out, slow down you're going to end up hyperventilating”  Mike spoke calmly obviously trying to calm down a distressed Nate

Mike managed to calm the worried man, “ OK keep him warm and on his side, I can be up at yours in 10 minutes,”

Brad already sensing what was happening grabbed both his and Mike's heavy winter coats getting his keys off the hook by the door. Mike arched a brow in question Brad shook his head

“ There is no way your truck would make it up the hill to there place in this weather and I could not in good conscience let you drive in this by yourself, besides I have first aid training”

Mike shrugged his assent “ Nate said Ray started babbling non-stop, which for Ray was not unusual but it became manic, he started speaking in some other language then fell to the ground and started convulsing”

“What the hell Mike, Nate call an ambulance?” Brad started to feel the clawing edge of worry seeping in.

“He got through to Kocher but they were out at a house fire on the point, said it would be nearly an hour before anyone could get to them” Mike grabbed his pack from near the front door checking the first aid supplies he had in there

“Come on Mike I’ll get you to them” ...

[msridcully]

Dating disaster turns into storm of the century ...

Just bear with me guys I have no idea where this is going or what I am doing.

Brad was finishing up with his last client for the day when he heard the news come over the front office radio a there had been a boating accident between the ferry to the mainland and a local fishing boat.  Brad sighed Mike was 8 hours into a 12-hour shift and being head ER Nurse of a small town hospital it meant he was going to be run off his feet.

Brad sighed there small town hospital was going to be overrun soon by a battalion of first responders, Brad trudged through the snow to his Jeep, turning the heater on as high as it could go, he was a son of California and Maine Winters were not what he was built for.

He drove the jeep slowly out of the hospital parking lot, fat globs of snow falling onto the windshield. Navigating the icy roads he pulled up in front of the Towns large well-stocked grocery store  Bechers Rock may only be a small town but Gina and Poke had made sure their store carried everything and anything.

The chiming bell dinged as Brad entered the store, waving a hello to Gina as she served a customer Brad made his way back to the meat section spotting a familiar dark-haired shape at the meat counter

“Ray, Nate got you out doing the grocery shopping for once “ Brad grinned at his friend

Ray looked over and rolled his expressive brown eyes “Nates all in a fluster, they just put out a weather warning seems we have the storm of the century brewing and that means the mayor's office is all in a panic”

Nate, Ray’s partner was deputy Mayor and thanks to the incompetence of Mayor Schwiete Nate ended up handling a majority of the town's issues.

Ray held up the basket he was carrying “ Going to make up some sandwiches and take them to his doubt that he has stopped to eat “ Ray sighed a fond smile on his face.

It was at Ray’s insistence Brad had made the move from California to Bechers Rock , he had been free falling in a downward spiral since his breakup with his fiance on a spur of the moment decision he had packed his car and driven across country ending up here in this small Island community and strangely happy with his decision.

Mike, one of Nate’s best friend had offered Brad his spare room in the old shorefront house he lived in and Brad had moved in with the few belongings he had brought with him.

He found Mike's calm unflappable manner a soothing presence in total opposite to the manic energy of Ray and the studious intense manner of Nate, but all three had made Brad feel like he had made the right choice, weather aside that was.

Ray peered at Brad's empty basket “ You going to stock up for the storm?”

“I was just coming in to get the makings for soup, though I would have it made for Mike when he finishes his shift,” Brad grinned “The man would live on Eggos and coffee if we let him”

“Your right man he and Nate both have a pretty fucked up sense of nutrition, and they say I am the childish one “ Ray grinned as he spoke narrowing his eyes he looked at Brad “So how did the date go with what's his name “

“Ray please don’t go dragging my mood down,” sighing Brad realised that Ray would not let it go unless he gave him something “It was a disaster so I went home drank too much whisky and beat Mike at Halo”

“So the night was not a total disaster than “ Ray quipped

“Hey Brother, what can I get for you “ Pokes appeared from out of the freezer room

Brad rattled off his meat order and then went to the well-stocked shelves grabbing extra supplies just in case this storm was as bad as predicted.

Ray walked alongside talking a mile a minute Brad half hearing what Ray was saying

“I got a bad feeling about this storm Homes” Ray quietly said as Brad was looking at the selection of candles

“We have been through bad storms before Ray “ Brad answered while trying to decide how many candles.

Looking up Brad saw Ray”s face looking pinched and worried

“I know that Brad but this just feels weird, I cannot explain it something bad is gonna happen I feel it in my bones” Ray looked earnest

“Your Bones Ray, you're starting to sound like the Old Timers,  you will be fine “ Brad tried to reason.

Brad left the store groceries safely packed in the back of his jeep he looked out at the grey harbour, massive storm clouds were building up out to see and Brad could see flashes of distant lightning.

Goose pimples rose on his body, Brad growled he was letting Ray’s paranoia get to him. Taking one last look at the Storm clouds Brad got into the jeep and headed home.