@greenwarden-cog Mr. Fiddles tagged us to post a chunk of WIP!!!
Tagging @mastermindwesker to do it too! (If any of y’all wanna do it too, feel free to tag us!!)
Under the cut, a chunk of MG:O, Dragon Pact, Nelroche, and the Super Secret Project I Haven’t Announced Yet!
Mind Games: Obsession
Freja's lips open to say something again, but she's interrupted by someone else speaking from the hallway. "That's where ${name} will be coming into play, from what I've been told."
*page_break ${dadn}."
Quinn greets him, though it's a little strained, as he walks in the door. He looks rough; definitely in desperate need for a good shave and a night's worth of sleep. "What do you mean?"
"Keeper ${surname}."
"Agent Ellingboe." ${dadn} nods to Freja as she also greets him before turning his full attention to Quinn. "I'm not sure, but I believe they're going to use ${name}'s abilities to their advantage, plus relocation and whatever else is planned."
"Yes-" Freja is again cut off, but this time it's from ${name} suddenly making noise.
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Secret Project
I turn around as an incredibly deep voice sounds from behind us. A man stands in front of one of the tunnels just behind us, his skin darkly tanned and a dark cloth covers his face from the nose down. His eyes are almost black, and… [i]odd[/i] looking in a way I can't quite put my finger on. He's dressed in dark breeches and a long sleeved shirt that seems to billow around his torso, and both are tied with leather cords around his ankles and wrists respectively. Crow black hair pools around his shoulders, though the left side is braided away from his face.
Then I notice the scars. The parts of his skin that are left bare have burn scars either peppering them or in large splotches, altering his skin and its tone. Those, combined with his very silent composure… it's nearly frightening.
"Seth," Astra greets, though it's a little lukewarm. "The plan went off without a hitch, I believe."
"Yes… have any of the others made it back, however?" His eyes move over me in interest, until they reach my amulet, settled in the middle of my chest.
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Dragon Pact
"You feel so much for an aimless soul, don't you?" Smoke pours out of his mouth, shrouding the area in it. Everything is hazy, blurred but you can breathe through it as if it isn't truly smoke. "Aimless?" You question. The comment confuses you. You're not aimless. You and Thane are heading to Nemir like he said. "You may have a destination, a goal for the time being, but you don't have a plan past that, do you?" He sighs, eyes too soft for a stranger. Though maybe not a true stranger. He's strange, certainly, but he knows more about you than he should, doesn't he? Certainly more than you know about him. "It's not even your plan, is it?" You stay quiet, unsure of what to say to that. "You follow him but why? You could make your own choices. You have the power to do so." His head tilts and his horns phase through the tree's dark, twisting branches. Smoke and shadow. Dark, stifling. You take a deep breath, trying to shake the feeling of oppressive darkness you feel. "He knows what he's doing." "Because he's your darling little guard?" "Because it's his [i]duty[/i]." You respond, hating the way the words feel on your tongue. You wish it was more but it isn't. "Most wouldn't damn themselves for their duty." His grin is wide, sharp, verging on the edge of terrifying as his [i]steaming[/i] tongue sweeps over his too sharp teeth. Despite the warm smoke pressing against your skin, the sight leaves you cold. [i]Too cold.[/i]
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Nelroche
After what feels like hours of walking in silence, we finally exit the trees and come out on an open dirt road after dark. No pavement here, huh? I guess it makes sense if this dream really is an older, possibly fantasy world like it seems. I shake my head and notice that the road leads into a fairly large town visible by the light inside it further down the road but find three horses near Alys and Ozias. So [i]this[/i] is where they went.
Alys's sharp gaze finds me first. I think. I can't be sure if Ozias has seen me or not with that mask he wears. Alys's voice is high and sharp when she speaks. "What @{plural are|is} ${mcthey} doing here, Hadrian?"
"Coming with us. I do hope that's not a problem, Alys."
She scowls and turns away. "As long as you didn't force ${mcthem}."
