“Wait, wait.” Emma threw her hands up with a shake of the head. “Why do you want to fight me?” The girl atop the crates seemed surprised by the question. She tilted her head to the side, tapping her pointer and middle fingers on her chin. “Well, I guess mostly it’s because you’re the most dangerous person in the multiverse?” She asked herself aloud. “Woah, hold on!” Emma threw a finger up to silence the younger meta- Realizing only after the fact how spirited her kneejerk denial of the claim had been. She had stretched herself out to be nearly eye-level with the other girl, and while being twenty feet tall was nothing at all new to her, she typically meant for it to happen. Further, her arm was extended even beyond the scale rest of her was, looping downwards then back up like a hose- With a very expanded hand on the end, as clearly her protest was more valid with a giant hand. She took stock of herself quickly, giving her hand a subtle shake to return it to normal as her stretched
“Can we hurry this up? I have raid tonight.” Even in her current state she had to roll her eyes. Leave it to a speedster to be incredibly impatient. “No,” she began to explain, “this is a stakeout. We can’t see faster.” “This is a stupid observation.” Her partner whined. “You’re not even watching anything.” “I am absolutely watching.” She protested. “You don’t even have eyes right now! How can you see anything?” “I have eyes.” “You’re a ball!” “I never said they were eye-shaped or useful.” It was true. She couldn’t really see anything but pitch black as she was tucked into herself. She also couldn’t hear much either…Or smell. But her sense of movement would be way more than enough. Assuming they had correctly guessed the best target. “How are you even talking right now?” Her partner continued to prod. “Even if you have lungs they’re all squished. …How do you function at all, come to think of it?” “Natural talent.” She said, trying her best to be cool. “I’m just that good. And
Embers: Kate and Casey by ProjektDirektor, literature
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Embers: Kate and Casey
The dinosaur of a projector clicked loudly as the bespectacled man with his perfectly parted hair continued to drone on about numbers and demographics, approval ratings and imaging.
And all I could do was sit and try not to fall asleep…Or at the very least, try not to snore too loudly. This was by far the worst part of the whole deal.
“So as you can see, reception has been fairly positive across most of the participants in the survey,” Glassesman continued, pointing to a graph on the screen, “though there is a pretty sharp drop off with the elderly.”
The raven haired boy sitting to my right leaned forward, fro
She had followed him for over a half hour and he had never noticed. One of the pleasant things about being part of the dregs of society was that rarely anyone paid enough attention to you on the first look to recognize you on the second, she had found. What was she even planning to do? Confront him. That’s all. Call him out on being a jerk who picks on the homeless. Give him the public shaming he so rightfully deserved.
We’re going to kill him! The Voice in Her Head squealed with delight.
She clenched her jaw tightly shut, pointedly turning towards the window of the subway car. She pressed her forehead against the glass, relaxin
Afternoon in August by ProjektDirektor, literature
Literature
Afternoon in August
They sat on their bikes, looking in the dining room window as her parents talked to the men in grey suits. A warm wind swept the chittering noise of cicadas and the distant ringing of a wind chime a few doors down. There had been an odd silence between the two all afternoon, but only now was it coming to a head as they prepared to part ways for the day.
“So…Your family’s moving?” The boy finally asked.
“Nah,” The girl said, squinting against the intense summer sunlight of late afternoon, “just me. And only kinda.”
“Only kinda?” The boy parroted. “What’s that mean?̶
From the journal of Dr. Robin Reese, PsyD.
Another interview today at that ghastly place. I’m amazed by how much I’m asked to overlook things when I come here, but I guess they’re sweeping quite a bit under the rug themselves in exchange for my services. I nearly asked to reschedule when I arrived; one of the ghosts had bitten a chunk of out of his handler’s arm. No doubt I’ll be ordered to see what I can do about that in the near future.
Today’s patient was a girl- I hate the girls. The boys are at least predictable in their unpredictability; you can count on them to try and lash out in an attempt to sat
A bitingly cold wind blew down the crowded city street, carrying discarded newspapers and small pieces of garbage like colorful tumbleweeds. The young woman clung tightly to the scrap of cardboard in her hands, unwilling to let it blow away- It had taken her days to find someone who would actually loan her a marker to write with. Actually holding it, however, was rapidly becoming a catch-22…Or was it some sort of Gift of the Magi situation? She wasn’t really sure, but the tighter she held, the number her fingers became, and the harder it was to keep hold.
She had worked out a system; raise the sign for thirty seconds at most as c
Heavy trucks bounced noisily down the road, contents and occupants bouncing with every pothole they rolled over. Rows of cop-soldiers sat like statues clad in reinforced steelplast armor, trying to minimize the shakiness of their ride with their rifles, while still keeping cargo breaking loose. The mission day was coming to an end and things would be quiet tonight with the cold rain rolling in.
None of them noticed her standing motionless as they wanted to be on the sidewalk. She pulled her baseball cap a little lower over her eyes, flipping the hood of her oversized sweatshirt up over it and shoving her hands in her pockets. She watched the
Other Emm: Unbreakable by ProjektDirektor, literature
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Other Emm: Unbreakable
March 23 , 1988
Annecy, France
A man and woman walked side by side through the decimated streets. Soldiers in uniform scrambled past, dashing this way and that, working to move rubble and remove bodies. A thick haze filled the air, blocking out the midday sun and filling the city's lungs with acrid air. The man stopped suddenly, holding his arm out to stop the woman as well, as a heavily damaged building just ahead of them toppled over.
“Insanity.” The man mumbled, brushing dust off his vest, sneering as much of it smeared instead. “Brazen of Gorbachev, wasn’t it?”
The woman nodded, looking down onto a clipboa
Other Emm: Hammerfall by ProjektDirektor, literature
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Other Emm: Hammerfall
She crouched on the edge of the building, silhouetted by the city lights below and the cloudy night sky. Humming quietly to herself, she wrapped the nanofiber cable around her waist twice, then down her leg, looping it through the hook hanging off her boot heel like a cowboy's spur that wasn't shaped quite right. She clipped and reclipped her nylon belts and straps, making sure everything was tight and secure, and that the pouches around her waist wouldn't fall open if everything went topsy-turvy. Finally, she made sure her suit was zipped all the way.
It was one of her biggest pet peeves in the media, the 'sexy spy girl' who's mission suit
“Wait, wait.” Emma threw her hands up with a shake of the head. “Why do you want to fight me?” The girl atop the crates seemed surprised by the question. She tilted her head to the side, tapping her pointer and middle fingers on her chin. “Well, I guess mostly it’s because you’re the most dangerous person in the multiverse?” She asked herself aloud. “Woah, hold on!” Emma threw a finger up to silence the younger meta- Realizing only after the fact how spirited her kneejerk denial of the claim had been. She had stretched herself out to be nearly eye-level with the other girl, and while being twenty feet tall was nothing at all new to her, she typically meant for it to happen. Further, her arm was extended even beyond the scale rest of her was, looping downwards then back up like a hose- With a very expanded hand on the end, as clearly her protest was more valid with a giant hand. She took stock of herself quickly, giving her hand a subtle shake to return it to normal as her stretched
“Can we hurry this up? I have raid tonight.” Even in her current state she had to roll her eyes. Leave it to a speedster to be incredibly impatient. “No,” she began to explain, “this is a stakeout. We can’t see faster.” “This is a stupid observation.” Her partner whined. “You’re not even watching anything.” “I am absolutely watching.” She protested. “You don’t even have eyes right now! How can you see anything?” “I have eyes.” “You’re a ball!” “I never said they were eye-shaped or useful.” It was true. She couldn’t really see anything but pitch black as she was tucked into herself. She also couldn’t hear much either…Or smell. But her sense of movement would be way more than enough. Assuming they had correctly guessed the best target. “How are you even talking right now?” Her partner continued to prod. “Even if you have lungs they’re all squished. …How do you function at all, come to think of it?” “Natural talent.” She said, trying her best to be cool. “I’m just that good. And
Embers: Kate and Casey by ProjektDirektor, literature
Literature
Embers: Kate and Casey
The dinosaur of a projector clicked loudly as the bespectacled man with his perfectly parted hair continued to drone on about numbers and demographics, approval ratings and imaging.
And all I could do was sit and try not to fall asleep…Or at the very least, try not to snore too loudly. This was by far the worst part of the whole deal.
“So as you can see, reception has been fairly positive across most of the participants in the survey,” Glassesman continued, pointing to a graph on the screen, “though there is a pretty sharp drop off with the elderly.”
The raven haired boy sitting to my right leaned forward, fro
She had followed him for over a half hour and he had never noticed. One of the pleasant things about being part of the dregs of society was that rarely anyone paid enough attention to you on the first look to recognize you on the second, she had found. What was she even planning to do? Confront him. That’s all. Call him out on being a jerk who picks on the homeless. Give him the public shaming he so rightfully deserved.
We’re going to kill him! The Voice in Her Head squealed with delight.
She clenched her jaw tightly shut, pointedly turning towards the window of the subway car. She pressed her forehead against the glass, relaxin
Afternoon in August by ProjektDirektor, literature
Literature
Afternoon in August
They sat on their bikes, looking in the dining room window as her parents talked to the men in grey suits. A warm wind swept the chittering noise of cicadas and the distant ringing of a wind chime a few doors down. There had been an odd silence between the two all afternoon, but only now was it coming to a head as they prepared to part ways for the day.
“So…Your family’s moving?” The boy finally asked.
“Nah,” The girl said, squinting against the intense summer sunlight of late afternoon, “just me. And only kinda.”
“Only kinda?” The boy parroted. “What’s that mean?̶
From the journal of Dr. Robin Reese, PsyD.
Another interview today at that ghastly place. I’m amazed by how much I’m asked to overlook things when I come here, but I guess they’re sweeping quite a bit under the rug themselves in exchange for my services. I nearly asked to reschedule when I arrived; one of the ghosts had bitten a chunk of out of his handler’s arm. No doubt I’ll be ordered to see what I can do about that in the near future.
Today’s patient was a girl- I hate the girls. The boys are at least predictable in their unpredictability; you can count on them to try and lash out in an attempt to sat
A bitingly cold wind blew down the crowded city street, carrying discarded newspapers and small pieces of garbage like colorful tumbleweeds. The young woman clung tightly to the scrap of cardboard in her hands, unwilling to let it blow away- It had taken her days to find someone who would actually loan her a marker to write with. Actually holding it, however, was rapidly becoming a catch-22…Or was it some sort of Gift of the Magi situation? She wasn’t really sure, but the tighter she held, the number her fingers became, and the harder it was to keep hold.
She had worked out a system; raise the sign for thirty seconds at most as c
Heavy trucks bounced noisily down the road, contents and occupants bouncing with every pothole they rolled over. Rows of cop-soldiers sat like statues clad in reinforced steelplast armor, trying to minimize the shakiness of their ride with their rifles, while still keeping cargo breaking loose. The mission day was coming to an end and things would be quiet tonight with the cold rain rolling in.
None of them noticed her standing motionless as they wanted to be on the sidewalk. She pulled her baseball cap a little lower over her eyes, flipping the hood of her oversized sweatshirt up over it and shoving her hands in her pockets. She watched the
Other Emm: Unbreakable by ProjektDirektor, literature
Literature
Other Emm: Unbreakable
March 23 , 1988
Annecy, France
A man and woman walked side by side through the decimated streets. Soldiers in uniform scrambled past, dashing this way and that, working to move rubble and remove bodies. A thick haze filled the air, blocking out the midday sun and filling the city's lungs with acrid air. The man stopped suddenly, holding his arm out to stop the woman as well, as a heavily damaged building just ahead of them toppled over.
“Insanity.” The man mumbled, brushing dust off his vest, sneering as much of it smeared instead. “Brazen of Gorbachev, wasn’t it?”
The woman nodded, looking down onto a clipboa
Other Emm: Hammerfall by ProjektDirektor, literature
Literature
Other Emm: Hammerfall
She crouched on the edge of the building, silhouetted by the city lights below and the cloudy night sky. Humming quietly to herself, she wrapped the nanofiber cable around her waist twice, then down her leg, looping it through the hook hanging off her boot heel like a cowboy's spur that wasn't shaped quite right. She clipped and reclipped her nylon belts and straps, making sure everything was tight and secure, and that the pouches around her waist wouldn't fall open if everything went topsy-turvy. Finally, she made sure her suit was zipped all the way.
It was one of her biggest pet peeves in the media, the 'sexy spy girl' who's mission suit
Current Residence: Northern US Favourite genre of music: Rock, I guess. Shell of choice: Pasta Wallpaper of choice: Anything to cover the holes. Skin of choice: Uh..My own.
Favourite Visual Artist
Can't say.
Favourite Movies
I can't think of anything I wouldn't be ridiculed for...
Just checking in for the people who were looking forward to more; progress on the next part of Embers is going slow as Bandie and I have both become extremely busy at the same time and it's taken us about a week each time we pass the 'ball' back and forth on the collab. It's coming along nicely though, so hopefully it'll be worth the wait.
Activity! This is it. If you've messaged me in the last forever, I'm sorry; I've been super busy with work.
So as if this moment, I'm looking at two potential hobby projects and if people wanted to weigh in, that might be helpful. As it stands, I'm l...