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[[I found some of my old Hero's Calling scripts and I am now a nostalgic mess.

That is all.]]

#[[p. sure that]]#ladydragonryder #sawthatcomin #otherworldmemory #[[are the only people who have any idea what I'm talking about here but oh well]]#[[pay no attention to that mun behind the curtain]]#F: AHC

[[Also, a thing I just realized: I'm pretty sure that, of all the threads I've got running right now, the least scary and/or depressing is the one with otherworldmemory.

Excuse me but did I take a wrong turn somewhere and end up in Opposite Land???]]

#[[for those of you who don't know]]#otherworldmemory #[[which I guess is most of you]]#[[this man is the king of scary]]#[[like I seriously have a rule by now not to read any writings of his while alone in the dark]]#[[and with 'The Old Guard' mostly I'm just smiling a lot]]#[[there's nothing wrong with this but WOW WHAT HAPPENED]]#[[pay no attention to that mun behind the curtain]]

otherworldmemory replied to your post:otherworldmemory replied to your photoset:[[And so...

s’okay! Now I know it’s not just because you hate me. That makes for a better night.

[[No, no, just horrifically disorganized sometimes despite my attempts not to be. Tumblr occasionally eating things doesn't help.

And I hope that was a joke and you know I could never hate you! Because seriously. I couldn't. *hugs*

P.S. I might not get it done tonight, but if not, definitely tomorrow!]]

#otherworldmemory #[[replies]]#[[pay no attention to that mun behind the curtain]]

otherworldmemory replied to your photoset:[[And so I am forced to assume that I was...

Not laughing, but amused, yes. Any chance of a response to my entry in Old Guard?

[[So somehow I never got a notification that you'd added to the thread, and so I've been sitting around for more than a month thinking it was your turn.

Whoops.

So yeah, adding "Old Guard" to the ol' to-do list. Sorry about that!]]

#otherworldmemory #[[replies]]#[[pay no attention to that mun behind the curtain]]

Dr. Bacik drew an ammunition clip from an inside jacket pocket. Sparrow ejected two bullets, placing them into the back of a small device built from two small pipes, duct tape, nails, a ball of copper wire, and springs.

“You built a gun?” K2 asked, blinking.

“Of course not,” Sparrow snickered. “I was alone with an entire floor full of construction material... and unarmed. I didn't build a gun, I built three--plus a number of grenades, four pieces of arcane chalk, two potions, a poison, a candle, and a heavy club.

--otherworldmemory, "Risk Management"

#[[see what I mean]]#Sparrow || I walk within these shadows both present and unseen #otherworldmemory #the Old Days || we were gonna save the world

[[So I'm reading a story that the gent behind Sparrow recently wrote, and I'm digging it a lot.

And suddenly all I want in life is for Sparrow and Kenz to meet and hang out and be snarky together because somehow I feel like they would get along famously.]]

#otherworldmemory #lostinthecarnival #[[pay no attention to that mun behind the curtain]]

otherworldmemory started following you

Dragonryder spun sharply and sent out a burst of electricity when she sensed the presence following her. Hair whipping around her face, she took a moment to focus in on the figure she'd just attacked and her breath caught in her throat.

"....Sparrow?"

#otherworldmemory #((the noise I made when Alee linked me your tumblr was not human. xD))

The Old Guard | Sparrow & Mnemonic

She'd never been to Seattle before, for much the same reason as she'd never been back to southern California. Her travels had taken her all over in the past few years and, though she'd told herself here and there that of course she'd go visit one day, when chances came she never ended up taking them.

How could she? She could--and did--justify her departure from the organization known as Tech Support a hundred ways, but the truth when you got right down to it was that Mnemonic had run away. Abandoned friends, many close enough she considered them family, without an ounce of warning or explanation or so much as a goodbye. When she thought about things, it occurred to her that showing up back at home (or her old mentor's stomping grounds, in Seattle's case) after years of no contact might not go over well. Better if I just stay gone.

The voicemail changed things.

She'd kept the communications device for sentimental value more than anything; it traveled with her, mostly lurking in the bottom of a suitcase, its GPS tracker long since plucked out and discarded. Mnemonic figured the beat-up old thing didn't even work anymore, batteries must've died at least a year back, but one day it had started beeping.

Too startled to pick up and more than a bit scared to face whoever might have been on the other line, she'd let it go to voicemail. And when she'd listened to the message...

--I didn't want to invest in another friendship only to have it die--

--and now you're gone too--

--Tech Support broke up--we're scattered around the world--a couple are dead--

--I hope you never hear this message--

The first tear had fallen right at the start, at the sound of a familiar voice speaking the name she'd left behind along with everything else. By the end, those tears fell freely, streaming from red-rimmed hazel eyes. They thought she was dead. Others--she didn't even want to think about who--really were dead.

Damn.

And soon after Mnemonic found herelf making her way to Seattle. Soon after that, found herself making her way through town on a rainy morning, umbrella in one gloved hand and smartphone in the other. Her gaze flicked back and forth between the map display and the storefronts she passed. Where was it, where was it...?

There.

Looks like someplace Sparrow'd run.

Nerves seized her again as she stood outside the bookstore--what would he say when he saw her? What would she say? What if he had the day off, or what if she'd gotten something wrong and gone to the wrong shop entirely?

Deep breath, girl. Only one way to find out...

Mnemonic took a moment to collect herself, and pushed the door open to step through.

"Hello?"

#otherworldmemory #'The Old Guard'#[[remember when I said I'd write this in the morning but that was like a week ago]]#[[that is a thing that happens sometimes and I preemptively apologize for any future slowness]]#[[also if the title sucks feel free to change it]]#v: mindthief errant || main