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Bits and Pieces - One-Shots and Vapor Play
« on: September 02, 2014, 10:04:32 PM »
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Oddness in Old Temple
« Reply #1 on: October 12, 2014, 10:54:19 PM »
It was a beautiful autumn day in Rhydin, and Ebon felt like taking a walk.  He was no stranger to the city's many roads and footpaths, of course, but this was different.  It was one thing to view them from the rooftops and shadows of the night and something else entirely to stroll down the street on a weekend afternoon when folk were out and about, bustling between homes and shops and all the sights that Rhydin had to offer.  

So he stepped from the pier of his family's river dock and, rather than heading home directly, decided to stroll through the Old Temple district.  He had no definite route in mind... and while he was always willing to talk if anyone stopped him, this wasn't a campaign walk.

Opting against the library, he headed down the riverside road, stopping in at the RTS shelter and then turning south towards the Museum.  Something drew his attention away, though.  Dark eyes looked west, to the neighborhood bordering the wall that separated Old Temple from the West End and Dockside.  Almost without conscious thought, Ebon turned his steps down the cobblestone road that led that way.

"Afternoon, sir!"

"G'day t'ye!"

"If'n ye're wantin' some fresh honey, I'm the man t'see!"

With a smile on his face, Ebon returned the greetings from friendly Rhydinians--and did indeed purchase a jar of honey to go with his tea in the coming winter--but all the same, he felt... something odd.  It wasn't anything he could put a finger on, nothing his mental gifts could pinpoint.  Still, every now and then among those he passed, someone would turn and look, and seem about to speak before drawing back in silence.  Perhaps they simply don't wish to disturb me.  He smiled to them as he passed by.

Finally he reached the wall and turned south.  He considered stopping in at Harker's Academy, but remembered it was the weekend and Doran would probably be at the Shanachie, helping around backstage before the evening show.

Still, he would have to check with Rhiannon at some point.  She had a better feel for the district, after all, and would know if anything was truly amiss.

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Papa's Home!
« Reply #2 on: September 20, 2016, 12:46:49 AM »
September 20, 2016... very early morning

Coming home to the townhouse from the late-running meeting, Ebon gently closed the door behind himself and Phen.  He'd seen the light on in Doran's room, but the girls were most certainly sleeping.  "Waffles?"

The grin on Phen's face was clearly readable, and she stretched up to give him a quick kiss.  You know the little dears will be awake and down to see us soon enough.

I know, he added silently, which is why I'm making extra batter.  While she went to check on the girls, Ebon set about preparing the waffle mix and stirring it up.  

He wasn't surprised when, not long after, he heard a voice not unlike his own in youth.  "Making breakfast at this hour, Pa?"  Doran came into view, chucling as he saw his father in the midst of waffle-prepping.  "You forgot to start the irons up."  The teenager slipped past him and reached up to take a pair of waffle irons down from the shelf.  Plugging them in, Doran turned to him and asked, "So how'd the meeting go?"

"It went long, and thanks to Mu, one of the candidates, I think everyone was feeling a hunger for pancakes or waffles by the end of it.  Your mother decided on the latter."  Ebon sighed as he stirred the batter.  "My last official act as Governor... it's a bit frightening, really."

"How so?"

"Well, that role of responsibility in this city has been such a part of my life for the past two years... longer, really, given that I served on Fionna's council for most of her two terms.  Even with Rekah I was involved, to a degree."

Do you regret not continuing? asked Phen as she came into the dining room, settling Olivia down in her chair.

Ebon turned towards her and smiled warmly.  "Not enough.  I've served my time, and maybe I'll step up again in some capacity if asked, but right now you are all I need to be fulfilled in my life."  Looking past, he spied Azure standing in the archway leading out to the living room, and crouched down, holding out his arms for a hug that was quick in coming.  "Papa's home!"

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Bits and Pieces - One-Shots and Vapor Play
« Reply #3 on: March 30, 2018, 09:24:02 PM »
March 30, 2018

Ebon dropped out of the night sky to settle atop the Red Dragon's roof, and perched there for a moment. Go through the dragon hatch, or flip over onto the porch? After a short, silent deliberation, he lifted the rooftop trapdoor and slipped inside, settling among the shadowed rafters.

Watching the chaos below, he edged his way across the wooden beams. Then his hand fell upon something decidedly not wooden.

It appeared to be an egg.



Indeed, it was an egg, spun from glass and decorated with images of flowers. There was a tiny hinge in back, and a latch on the front that, when sprung, revealed a small note directing the finder to a local pet shop.

The next day, Ebon stopped by the pet shop with Azure, to pick up the gift that was waiting for her there.


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Re: Bits and Pieces - One-Shots and Vapor Play
« Reply #4 on: May 13, 2018, 07:57:26 PM »
May 13, 2018


In the early morning, just before the sun rose, a box was left at the doorsteps of the Manor. It was addressed to Phen. Sylva was simply too shy to give it in person.

The box, simple cardboard, decorated with white star scattered over blue wrapping paper. Inside the box:


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Re: Bits and Pieces - One-Shots and Vapor Play
« Reply #5 on: May 13, 2018, 10:00:14 PM »
Doran smiled when he found the box while going out for a morning ride. He took it with him on an errand into the city, and delivered it to Phen upon his return home. "This was left for you this morning, Ma!" If he suspected who had left it, he didn't say. Then he produced a box of his own, saying, "This is from us," with a gesture to Azure and Olivia, whose faces were alight with eager anticipation.

The box contained a glass vase and several colorful roses made from blown and spun glass. "These won't wilt or fade, just like our love for you, Ma!"


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At the Golden Gala
« Reply #6 on: October 20, 2018, 11:10:16 PM »
October 20, 2018

While attending the Golden Gala, Phen and Ebon were walking by a little nook when she spied something shiny. Ever a gentleman, Ebon retrieved the object, which turned out to be one of the lucky golden eggs that indicated the Gala's prize winners, and they won the following prize:

A couples weekend retreat at Hotel Niseko, a traditional onsen ryokan set in the mountains above a small village of Kiyoshiyama, Yasuo and renowned for its natural hot springs. Family owned for three generations, the inn's owner Sachiko-san continued to uphold traditions set in motion by her grandmother 100 years earlier. To this day, the okami personally welcomes guests with a tea ceremony in the ryokan's garden of red maples, mountain cherries, and Karin pear trees.

The crowning feature of every Hotel Niseko suite is its own private hot-spring bath. On a cool evening, there is nothing more romantic than a hot soak on the balcony. Couples will also enjoy a farewell 2-hour full-body massage with special medicinal plants and herbs for a more personalized experience.


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Re: Bits and Pieces - One-Shots and Vapor Play
« Reply #7 on: July 25, 2019, 10:32:59 PM »
Hide & Seek

The sun was warm but not unbearably so, considering it was a summer day in RhyDin, and a breeze came through the manor windows to set the curtains billowing. The Stardreamer fosterlings were enjoying a day of leisure, exploring their various hobbies and interests, taking a swim in the little lake, or simply lazing about under some shade. With his charges at liberty, Ebon was prepared to settle down in the library with a book and a cup of tea.

So naturally he sensed a little one approaching his side. "Papa?"

Across the room, Phen glanced up from her jewelry work, her lips curled into a grin of wry amusement. Meeting her gaze, Ebon chuckled softly before turning to his youngest. "Yes, Olivia?"

"Will you play with me?"

Setting down his book, its spine still unbent, he reached out and tousled the girl's hair, eliciting a happy giggle. "Of course I will! What would you like to play? Dolls? A board game? Hide and seek?"

"Hide'n'seek!" The girl's exuberance was infectious. "I wanna hide! Close your eyes an' start counting!" Without waiting, Olivia dashed towards the hallway, but paused in the entrance to look back at her father. "No peeking!"

Ebon raised a hand to ward off any objections. "I swear!" Turning away, he favored Phen with another grin and, shutting his eyes, began counting slowly, deliberately to a hundred. Finally he reached the end of his count and his dark eyes sprang open. "Ready or not, here I come!" Turning, he glanced around the room, but of course there was no sign of Olivia. A quick look over at Phen was unhelpful, as she simply shook her head without raising her gaze from her latest project. Spoilsport, he sent to her, but there was no malice in it, only amusement. With that, the hunt began in earnest.

The front hall with its koi channels was one of her favorite places, but it held little shelter, and yielded no signs of Olivia. Some of the manor's foster children were in the conservatory, two playing chess and a third sketching in a pad; they all feigned innocence, which told Ebon that his daughter had passed through that way. She hadn't remained, though; a quick check behind the curtains proved that. Onward went the search!

For the better part of an afternoon Ebon roamed the manor's halls and rooms, seeking his wayward child. He found the other daughter easily enough; Azure, as usual, was in her bedroom working on an embroidery piece, though she was honest enough to indicate that she hadn't seen her sister. For a moment Ebon thought he heard Olivia's giggling, but from where? She's certainly inherited her mother's sneakiness, that much is certain, he mused as he continued the search.

Finally a thought struck him. Aside from the bathrooms and kitchens, which were out-of-bounds, he had searched every room in the manor... except one. Returning to the library, he stood beside his chair and--slowly, steadily--turned in place, eyeing every nook and cranny of the room. At her desk, Phen began to laugh in the hissing manner she could manage, and Ebon knew his hunch was correct.

"I know you're heeeeeeeeere," he called out in a sing-song voice, and was rewarded by a girlish laugh as Olivia crawled out from beneath an end table draped in cloth.

"Did I make you look everywhere, Papa?" Not the least bit upset at having finally been found, the girl bounced on her toes for joy. "Am I clever?"

Lifting her up into his arms, Ebon gave Olivia a proud hug. "Yes, you are, my girl. You are indeed!"

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Re: Bits and Pieces - One-Shots and Vapor Play
« Reply #8 on: October 26, 2019, 06:29:36 PM »
An Encounter With Renna
October 19th


The evening was late, and while the smaller moon was in the skies above Rhy'din, it remained shrouded by clouds. Ebon was heading home through Dragon's Gate, seemingly inattentive to the city around him. He even hummed a faint tune.
 
A gentle thud, was all that allowed Renna's presence to be known. That, and the floral scent of her perfume. High heels clicked behind Ebon, her footsteps matching his. "Hello, Ebon."
 
He kept walking, not even breaking stride. "Hello, Renna." Though he didn't look at her, his tone was tinged with- not anger or hatred. Disdain, perhaps, but also a touch of amusement. "Enjoying the night?"
 
"I am. Granted, this city..." She made a motion he never saw. "It always is interesting. Heading home I see?"
 
"That was my plan,"  he replied drily.

"I know. I watch your movements. Always. As well as Doran. Including your home." She made a motion as he turned to the large bird flying circles overhead.

Finally he turned to look at her, eyebrow raised. "You look... well."
 
A simple white dress clung to her. Fleshed entirely--no metallic claws. No flaws. No scars. Her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. Her high heels were crystalline in nature---transparent and yet tinted purple. However, in her hand, she held a gun pointed right at him. "So do you."

His eyebrow arched. "A gun? Really?"

She smiled. "It might look simple." It looked like a standard snub-nosed Dan Wesson revolver. "But it isn't." She tilted her head, her burning crimsons glowing. "I came to talk."
 
Pinpoints of white light flared within Ebon's own midnight eyes, and an unseen force gripped Renna's gun hand, forcing her arm back that the weapon was pointing up beneath her own chin. His mouth twitched into a smirk. "Then talk." He released his hold on her arm, having made his point. "I'm always willing to talk... although, do you mind if we talk and walk?"

Struggling with the weapon, Renna released an too inappropriate sigh as she felt the barrel of the gun against her own chin, and when he released it, she kept it there. Her eyes rolled back into her head as her eyelids fluttered. Her body shuddered with anticipation. It never came. He released it. But she kept the gun pressed against her own chin and even pressed it harder so that the barrel pushed into the flesh under her chin. "No, not really. I don't want any closer to your home, then we are now." An odd coldness overcame him as her eyes buried at his. They seemed... Inviting. Almost lovely to look at. His disdain was awash with a pleasant sensation tickling his skin and, for whatever reason, he wanted to step closer to her. Like a planet seeking to escape a black hole, but only orbiting closer.

Ebon felt his face go slack, almost numb, and he took a step forward. Then, in the depths of his subconscious mindscape, a flame blossomed, shining like a beacon, and he heard a voice, Phen's voice. Be strong. His eyes grew narrow and his lips thinned. "You've learned some new tricks, I see." Surprisingly, he didn't seem very upset, recovering his poise in moments.

She stared harder. "No. I ate someone similar to you." The sensation on him---on his feet, felt like magnets. A gravitonic pull that almost could not be denied, but... Well, she knew better. A step alone was enough for her. Or two. Or three. Her crimsons glowed hotter, the very pupil of her irises becoming a darkness that invited a singular light at the center. And then, in his head, he heard her voice. Come take this gun from me, Ebon. She relaxed the grip of her hand, and pulled the hand away from her own chin, allowing the gun to go slack in her grip, the weapon dangling on an index finger. "It's an offering... of peace. My last one."
 
"Someone similar?" Thoughts raced through the back of Ebon's mind, even as he focused on Renna. Doran? Velen? Azure? No, they were all well and good; he had even seen all of them within the past two days. The smirk returned when he heard her voice in his head. *Why should I try to take it? I've no need for guns." Then she spoke of a peace offering, and that gave him pause. "I would like peace, but-" He frowned. "How can you expect me to trust you, after all you've done? To this city, to my family? You and your cohort tried to kill me. You abducted my daughter, my son... even though they came back to me, the fact that you took them is damning."

"I did that. That I cannot deny. And yes, I did that. For a reason. Perhaps a reason you cannot or even no one can comprehend. Not that I am saying I am working for some higher power because there is none, but myself. I am a selfish evil creature. I know that. Should you trust me? No. No you shouldn't. But I am not here for my own ends. If I was? I'd have attacked you on sight  and hoped somehow, I could overtake you... and eat you. Absorb your powers. Your genetics. You and your whole family, was nothing but an experiment for me. Or, was..." She smirked a little, then she closed her eyes. "No you don't need guns, Ebon. Guns are nothing to you, but this? Is my greatest weapon. Better than me and better than you." She paused, lowering her gaze. "I am doing this for Batten. And don't think for a moment I'd do this selfishly. I am doing this for him. This weapon is not for you. It is for Doran." Renna looked to the weapon, then to him. "I don't expect you to trust me. I predicted as much. A fool could predict a spider cradling a fly back to health is out only for one purpose only."

She tossed the gun to his feet. "It is for Doran." She soured. "I've come to you because perhaps you could give him it, where I could not. Since he... well... he hates me. And justifiably so." She added, softly, "And this city?" Her crimson eyes looked about. "Has given me nothing but pain and yet, you people? Look at you. Living life. Heroes. Where are my moments when I saved so many of you? Nothing. Nothing is ever remembered about that, hm? But that's fine. I don't care anymore anyhow."

Without taking his eyes from Renna, Ebon crouched down and picked up the gun, then straightened once more. "You have done good. It may have been only a fraction of your total deeds, but I can't deny that truth." A soft chuckle slipped from his lips. "I accept your peace." One hand reached out, held there as an offering.
 
Renna stared to the hand. Then looked to his face. "I am going to do something you will hate, Ebon." She indicated the weapon. "You will promise me you will give Doran the gun and you tell him exactly, what I am about to tell you."
 
He lowered his hand and nodded. "I can promise that."
 
She held up her hand. "Five shots. I can produce more bullets but I doubt you will ask of me for that. He must understand that this weapon is a last, resort. If there is no other. He cannot use it unless he, or someone he loves, is in grave, grave danger."

She nodded slowly. "Somewhat. Each bullet contains a part of my SCHISM Technology, directly from my Engine. It displaces space. Imagine... she..." She paused, waving a hand. "If you were shot with this? Like I aimed at you? Imagine... Well. If struck? Which I doubt I could had, by the way... You are a slimy bastard... Then your chest?" She pointed at him, then to the wall. "Was suddenly over there----" The added question caught her off guard. She stood wide eyed. Her cheeks reddened. She looked away. "What has he got to do with anything with this conversation?"

"Nothing really, I was simply curious." The redness in Renna's cheeks spoke volumes, and Ebon smiled warmly despite himself. "An impressive weapon."
 
Renna kept her eyes away, then, looked at him. "Yes." She affirmed with a certainty that burned with her eyes. "He created me."
 
"He's a good man, if a trifle... reckless." He regarded the gun again. "I could probably think of a few entities that could survive this, but I do thank you." Then his dark eyes turned back to Renna. "I don't think Doran hates you. I think he pities you."
 
"No. He will hate me." She indicated the weapon. "Edward gave back a shard of... her. Renna." She hissed. "I made this." She indicated the weapon. "It is made to kill not only those you think, that can escape." She pressed her hands to her own chest. "It's made to kill me."
 
"Very well," was Ebon's succinct reply.
 
"I thought, maybe... this, would be enough..." She looked to him, searchingly. "So that you don't have to worry about me again."
 
His expression was stony, the perfect poker face, for a minute. Then another. Finally he cracked the slightest of smiles. "I appreciate that. Thank you." He tucked the gun into the back of his belt. "Although you do have a tendency towards multiple bodies. I may need to get more bullets." There was actual humor in his voice, however dry.
 
"I have clones. Yes. But this one? No, it's not one of them." She indicated him. "You can end it now if you want. I am sure Batten wouldn't mind."
 
"No." Ebon actually grinned. "I'd hate to have to clean up the mess."
 
Slowly, she held out hand her hand. "Ebon."
 
He took and shook it, firmly but not unduly so. "Renna." His bracers seemed to vibrate for just a second as they touched.

She gripped his hand tight. "Ebon." Then released it. "And yes. Yes. I Do. I love him. Absolutely. There is nothing I will not do for him and I am in love with him."
 
"Then I hope the best for both of you." If Renna had any sense of empathy, she would feel the honesty in Ebon's words. "I'm actually tempted to stop by the Red Dragon--Tenball told me he's going to try a shift behind the bar, to see if it's a good fit. But I should be getting home." With a nod of farewell, he turned and went on his way.


((taken from live play with Renna))