Hunting Junie, Part II (A story of Dragons Next Door) (@rix_Scaedu)

After this story and this story, part one of three as part of a fixtion exchange with rix_scaedu

Kelkathian watched Azdekious swing over to the other car with bitten-lip worry. Kel knew Az was steady-ready for the job, but these people were unlike anything they'd dealt with in years, decades. They were bound and determined to catch something, anything, a dragon baby or a dweomer child, a harpy egg or a centaur foal.

Kel thought they were government, but it wasn't a certainty. Mirroshades and black suits could be bought off the rack, after all, whether you were human or gremlin.

Kel put on a tiny pair of mirrorshades, just to illustrate the point, and scanned the area again. Azdekious had Team A well in hand. The Harpies still hadn't shown up, and neither had Team B, but there was Team C, slinking up the side like they thought nobody was going to notice them being sneaky.

And no muscle in sight, and Kel couldn't leave Junie's backpack while Azdekious was out there, doing what have you. It was time to get clever. ( Read more... )

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Hunting Junie, Part II (A story of Dragons Next Door) (@rix_Scaedu)

After this story and this story, part one of three as part of a fixtion exchange with Rix_Scaedu

Kelkathian watched Azdekious swing over to the other car with bitten-lip worry. Kel knew Az was steady-ready for the job, but these people were unlike anything they’d dealt with in years, decades. They were bound and determined to catch something, anything, a dragon baby or a dweomer child, a harpy egg or a centaur foal.

Kel thought they were government, but it wasn’t a certainty. Mirroshades and black suits could be bought off the rack, after all, whether you were human or gremlin.

Kel put on a tiny pair of mirrorshades, just to illustrate the point, and scanned the area again. Azdekious had Team A well in hand. The Harpies still hadn’t shown up, and neither had Team B, but there was Team C, slinking up the side like they thought nobody was going to notice them being sneaky.

And no muscle in sight, and Kel couldn’t leave Junie’s backpack while Azdekious was out there, doing what have you. It was time to get clever.

Junie had a phone in her backpack, a small pre-paid-plan one for emergencies only. Kel danced on the keys, pulling a little gremlin magic to connect to the hunter’s cell phone and disable caller ID. If luck was holding, he… yep. The jerk jerked like he’d been shocked, and picked up his phone.

“Busy here,” he snarled.

Kel did a few minor tricks to the phone and used a voice simulator they’d dreamed up for pestering telemarketers. “Got some problems…” The phone fuzzed and spat static. “…back right away… real issues… now.”

“Damnit.” The hunter stared at his phone as it disconnected. Kel watched from the back of Junie’s backpack, hoping that would be enough.

Over Kel’s held breath, the hunter packed up his phone, shouldered his backpack, and headed for his car. “Better be good,” he muttered. “Better be really worth it.”

Kelkathian sniggered, but the laughter covered more than a bit of worry. That trick would only work once.

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Reaching out for the Congregation, a story of Fairy Town for the (February) Giraffe Call

For flofx's commissioned prompt, a continuation of Re-Blessing the Church and Guarding the Church (LJ).


The kirkevaren was watching Mirandabelle.

It made her uncomfortable. It made her skin crawl. It made her fingers itch and her shoulders twitch. It made her want to cry.

But she went by the church every day. Every single day, after school, before work, after partying, before she went to bed. Twice some days, three times some days.

She went by because her mother had told her what had happened; because her grandmother had told her mother what had happened. She went because she'd heard the stories and, while this kirkevaren and this priest were innocent - she could see their innocence hanging over them like a halo, like an aura, like a crown - but the church itself, new and hallowed and blessed, the church was not.
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