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The End of the Line
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


Gentlefolk,

This story has come to an end.

Not Addergoole as a whole, of course; there will always be more Addergoole, more Faerie Apocalypse, more stories to tell.

But the Ghost Story has wrapped up.

If you haven’t read The Original Series and Year Nine, that will give you at least a c

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Epilogue: Cynara
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


It didn’t hit her until Howard had left for the plane home.

They all had plane tickets.  Round trip, arranged by their parents back when they came here.

She hadn’t come by airplane.  The closest her father had come to being involved in her coming here was trying to keep her away from this place — something she ought to thank him for at some point.

Some students had headed out to the village area; she wandered out there to see what was going on, only to see Wyatt getting into a car.

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Epilogue: Leofric
by Inspector Caracal


Graduation Day, 2001

It was over.

All the older students were in graduation right at that moment, so even if any of his crew still Belonged to any of them, it wouldn't have been for much longer. The back of Leofric's neck itched, his hair falling back against it where he hadn't been able to feel it for... since the school year started. His eyes itched, too, in a weird feeling like he wanted to cry, or had been crying, but he couldn't imagine why. They were free! They could leave.

Somehow he didn't feel like packing up to leave yet, though, and besides, all his stuff was already packed up from--

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Chapter 70: Arnbjörg
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


Sunday, May 20, 2001

“So are we gonna do it?”  Arnbjörg was shifting her weight from the balls of her feet to her heels and back again.  “I mean.  I know Leo went a little…” She considered the room and forced a little bit of tact to come out of her mouth. “Well, he was having some trouble with blackouts when he was here?”

Zita looked at her pointedly. "I don't know. Are you going to do it?" Her tone was too pleasant to be real.

Arnbjörg looked straight back at Zita. “Should we?”

"Eight months ago, sure. Now?" Zita shrugged.

Arnbjörg considered that answer, looked at Zita again, and decided it was a yes. 

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Chapter 67: Cynara
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


Monday, May 14, 2001

The air seemed lighter in the suite.

Cya had felt the ghost leave - they all had, she thought.  The thing had sighed out of their lives with a remember and a sort of smug, self-satisfied feeling that it didn’t really seem like she’d earned.

Zita was safe with Sheba and seemed happy.  Howard might not like the collar (what collar? All he had was a flower in his hat) but he and Magnolia were happy together. Leo was - well, Leo was almost Leo again, and he was doing pretty well with Aviv.

All the major problems of the year had been solved.  It looked like even Lily had gotten rescued by an irate Arnbjörg and a very amused Jaya. Cya had seen the aftermath - Rand spewing blood from his nose and sputtering as he was escorted to Dr. Caitrin’s.  It was the sort of satisfying finish that a book ought to have. 

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Chapter 67: Abednego
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


Saturday, May 12, 2001

Every time Abednego thought things had settled in to something like normalcy, they shifted again.  He thought he’d stopped getting comfortable with things, just to find that he was dumped on his tail all over again.

Rafe couldn’t settle on what he wanted.  He would pet Abednego for a few minutes, then shift away guiltily, give him an order and then tell him it wasn’t an order.   

Saturdays and Sundays were the worst, and this time Rafe had gone through the cycle five times in less than an hour.  When Abednego found himself wishing for his corner and rules that, if horrible, at least made sense, he sat up straight, shaking off another cycle of petting.

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Chapter 66: Arnbjörg
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


Saturday, May 12, 2001

Arnbjörg curled up against Jaya on the couch, her girlfriend-and-Keeper’s head on her shoulder.  They were watching a movie - Dangerous Beauty - something about a high-class prostitute in Venice.  The rest of the crew was with them, paying varying degrees of attention to the movie.

“Ever think about that as a living?” Sheba mused quietly.  “I mean, the right Words and the right skills and you wouldn’t really have to work hard.  Some healing Words and it wouldn’t be so dangerous.  What?  Ivette talks about it sometimes.  Lady Mau did it.  We’re fae, different morals apply.”

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Chapter 65: Leofric
by Inspector Caracal


Thursday, May 3, 2001

Leofric watched the pool in the grotto, the water's surface rippling as Aviv swum around below. It was usually peaceful, spending time there, and this time was fortunately not an exception, which he was very much appreciating. (Even more than the view through the water, which he was also appreciating. It had taken weeks for Aviv to stop making self-deprecating comments about skinny dipping and traumatizing Leo. Weeks. It was like the man never looked in a mirror before!)

Theoretically, he could be swimming too, but swimming was not really his strong point. Electricity and water just don't mix - you don't throw a pikachu into a pond, not unless you hate the pikachu and are a jerk. So instead, most of the time he sat on the rocks near the pool in his swim trunks, watched, and did Idu Workings on the plants (which he was not allowed to eat, despite his Keeper clearly having a lot of experience doing exactly that).

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Skip Week Story: Kwxe Classes
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


First week of Year 6

“Kwxe is not a toy.”  Luke glared.  Shahin smiled back placidly.

“Kwxe is not a toy,” she agreed.  “It’s a tool, like any Word.  And sir, I want to use it more effectively.”

“Harrumph.  And your Mentor —”

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Interlude: Abaddon 5
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


Cynara’s finger pointed without hesitation.  “Her.  Channing.”  She looked a little startled at her finger, then back at Abaddon, then back at the girl in question.  “Her,” she repeated.  She was more firm this time.  “I —” She turned away from him, looking at Zita and Howard and Leo.  Her friends.

“Thanks.  I will owe you one, when we are our own people.”  He couldn’t promise, but he imitated the phrasing he’d heard from people who could.

She wasn’t listening anymore, already turned to Howard, but he thought he saw Zita nod in approval at him.

Then he was moving on, hurrying, stepping up until Channing could see him.

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Interlude: Abaddon 4
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


Abaddon woke up to find his room ruined.

His room, or at least the room he’d been assigned when he started the year.  Before - before Gennie.

Gennie who would not release him and not speak to him.  Gennie who had spent a week after he told her about the - about the problem - about their father - locked in her room, not coming out for anything, not even Luke.

There was nothing left intact in the room.  This was the third time this week he’d woken up to this, but this had to be the worst.  Abaddon sighed and started the Jasfe Workings.  At this rate, he was going to be a top-notch furniture and clothing repair specialist before his first year ended.

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Chapter 64: Cynara
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


Tuesday, April 24, 2001

“Hey Dysmas.”

Cya had learned that when Aviv did that, it seemed to mean he was buying her and Leo a little private time.  Cya looked at what she was cooking and moved things to the slow cooker.  It could sit indefinitely that way, and she could think about more important things than food, like her friends.

“I was wondering if I could borrow Cynara for a bit.”

Wait, what?  She continued moving through the paces of putting the food in the cooker, but she had to struggle to keep her ears from pointing right at Aviv.  Even if nobody could see her ears, they were still a dead giveaway.

“Borrow her?  What do you want her for?” Dysmas sounded - he sounded bored.  She struggled with the stab of indignation and hurt.  She bored him, did she?  He didn’t even really care what someone else wanted with her.

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Chapter 62 - Arnbjörg
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


Friday, April 13, 2001

Arnbjörg had just finished running laps of the gum, after a session with the heavy bag and enough weights that her shoulders and back had that happy ache to them.  For once, she was enjoying walking through the halls unbothered. 

"No! No, I'm not going to... let go of me!"  A flash of lightning ripped through the hallway; the lights flickered and burnt out, leaving only the dim "Hell Night" red emergency lights.  

Arnbjörg reached for a weapon she didn’t have anymore.

"I think you should leave him alone."  The lights flickered but did not turn back on, as a second voice chimed in, similar to the first one and both familiar...

They were her half-brothers, Arnbjörg realized. Ragnvaldr and Leofric. 

"She might seem nice now, but she's not stable, and it's not a healthy situation."  The new, third speaker released his quarry, however, and stepped back until he was silhouetted against one of the red lights. "Rory, I'm just saying..."

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Chapter 61: Leofric
by Inspector Caracal


Wednesday, April 11, 2001

"So, I heard you got past Luke's guard."

"Yeah." Leofric jabbed a punch at Conrad, shifting to the side to avoid Conrad's counter as he missed. "We did."

"I'm impressed." Conrad smiled, then spun around in a kick - which Leofric realized was a feint just in time to dodge a tail grab. "How far did you get?"

Conrad wasn't the first to ask him about his recent escape attempt. Their escape attempt. If it weren't for that, Leofric would've written off the whole thing as a particularly depressing dream. As it was, all he could come up with were vague images of a dreary staircase and running over dead brown grass, then his thoughts slid away from it.

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Chapter 60: Cynara
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


Monday, April 9, 2001

It had been a crazy idea.

Of course it had been a crazy idea: it had been Leo’s, and he hadn’t been sane since -

since, well, Eriko.  But Leo had had an idea, and Cya had gone along with it just because it was Leo wanting to do something.

And because if it succeeded, she would find a way to be clear of this place if she had to cut it out of her mind with a scalpel, and then she could do the same for her friends, and THEN she could find a way to fix what had been done to Leo if she had to practice on every since insane person in America first.

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Chapter 59: Abednego
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


Saturday, April 7, 2001

He woke next to Rafe.

He did, sometimes.  More often these days than before.  He’d looked at Rafe and said, more honestly than he’d really wanted to be, “I hate sleeping on the floor.  It’s cold, and it’s hard, and the dog bed is even worse.  Do you think I could sleep in the bed?”

It was a trade-off, because he got to be warm, and he got to have something soft under him where he could stretch out - Addergoole must either invest in quality mattresses, or have someone somewhere in a basement muttering “Meentik Unutu mattress” over and over again, and he wouldn’t put either of those by Regine. - but he got cuddled.

Rafe, it turned out, was a cuddler.

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Chapter 58: Arnbjörg
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


Friday, April 6, 2001

“Good.”  Doug nodded at Arnbjörg.  “Much better.  Focused.”

Arnbjörg bowed back, trying to hide a smile.  “Thank you, sir.”  Much better was practically shouted praise from Doug.  She was getting better.  Focused!  “I’ve been practicing.”

“On?”  There was a challenge in his question.

“Oh, just the air.  Jaya doesn’t really want me getting into fights…”

She didn’t like admitting that.  She sounded - well, she sounded controlled, which was accurate, as such things went.  She was controlled. She ran her hand over her necklace.  She was owned.  And with everything else going on, nobody seemed to think being owned was even weird, as long as you weren’t badly owned.

“She doesn’t like the fuss, I guess?”  she added lamely.  Doug had this habit of making you want to fill in the silences.

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Chapter 57: Leofric
by Inspector Caracal


Tuesday, April 3, 2001

Leofric had a plan.

He'd come up with it the past weekend, keeping it to himself - even if his Keeper seemed lax and helpful now, Leofric knew that the only way to be sure your Keeper wouldn't tell you not to do something is if she-- he didn't know it was a thing in the first place.

Of course, Aviv hadn't told him not to try to escape. He'd just said there wasn't a way, while Leo felt along the boundary at the edge of "outside".

Outside. Leofric had almost forgotten what it felt like, being outside. He hadn't realized there was an outside they could get to, but then there it was, through a hidden invisible door, his Keeper leading him out and into the sun and sky and fresh air and letting him run. Even if there wasn't a place he could run to, or a direction he could take to run away, he could still run.

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Interlude: Eriko
by Inspector Caracal


Eriko had made a mistake.

She wouldn't ever admit it to anyone - it would make her look bad, making stupid mistakes like that - but after the third time some thing had written all over her room, or angry voices yelled at her from the walls, she'd had to admit that maybe, just maybe her former Kept hadn't been pranking her the whole time.

Eriko would have scoffed at the idea of ghosts and poltergeists before - there were no such thing as ghosts. But there were no such thing as fairies and elves to the rest of the world, either. Down in this school, maybe there was such a thing.

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Interlude: Magnolia
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


“So, Magnolia.  Have you thought about what you want to do when you leave here?”

Professor VanderLinden had its professional face on: pleasant, smooth, no flirtation even suggested.

Magnolia was not impressed.  “I don’t know,” she snapped.  “Are you ever gonna let me leave?”

“You’re not still mad at me over that, are you?”  He almost sounded pleading.

“You flunked me!  You held me back a year!”

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Thanksgiving: Half A Billion Turkeys
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


Thanksgiving Day, Year 6
“Do you think anyone will show up?”
“Kaia, you invited half the school.  I’m sure someone will come.”
“I hope someone shows up…”  Kailani frowned at the tables.  “I wanted…”
“I know.”  Conrad patted her shoulder.  “I don’t think families would have worked.  I think this’ll be better.  Even if it’s only four or five people, everything smells delicious.  It’ll be fine.”

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Chapter 56: Cynara
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


Friday, March 23, 2001

Leo was back.

No.  No, someone in Leo’s body was back.

Someone with Leo’s hair and Leo’s sparks and Leo’s little spikes of antlers was in the suite.  He Belonged to Aviv, now, because — as Cya understood it, as Zita had explained — Sheba had passed him on to Lydia, because Sheba had never intended to Keep him, just to get him away from Eriko.  

Lydia’s boyfriend had been Kept with Aviv, which was generally understood to be something like a bond. And from what she’d heard — it was amazing what people would say around you if you closed down enough that they forgot you were a person — about why Lydia... why she gave him to Aviv, Cya got the feeling that Leo had no intention of ever being a good Kept again. Except, looking at him, she wasn’t always sure that he had any volition left for intention. 

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Chapter 55: Abednego
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


Thursday, March 22, 2001

The weirdest thing, Abednego thought, was that he would run into an order he didn’t remember having anymore.  He’d look up to say something and remember oh, yeah.  That was only lifted for Joff.  I can’t speak to Eris still.  Or he’d think about going to the bathroom and stop, not because there was an order, but because his entire body clenched at the idea of doing that without permission.

And weirder was the way Rafe handled it.  If he said something in private, Rafe acted surprised.  If he said something in public, Rafe acted horrified and embarrassed and - scared, he acted scared.

Abednego had no idea what was going on, but he could make the asshole who Owned him scared.   He thought that was pretty cool, on some level.

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Chapter 54: Arnbjörg
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


Saturday, March 17, 2001

Arnbjörg was sweaty, frozen, exhausted, bruised, and happier than she’d been in weeks.  Doug had taken his little cy’ree outside for sparring and they’d all gotten a chance​ to practice their innate powers and how they interacted with magic.  “Next year,” he’d told the first-year students, “we can try a real hunt.  Maybe this summer.”

A real hunt.  A real hunt, with real monsters she was actually allowed to fight, with creatures she was allowed to kill.  Arnbjörg had never killed anything bigger than a mouse, and that had been almost an accident.  She wondered what it would be like to kill a monster, a real bad guy.

“Hey, bitch.  You know what happens to bitches who don’t know their place?”

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Chapter 53: Leofric
by Inspector Caracal


Thursday, March 15, 2001

Kendo lessons were still a high point of Leofric's week. Practicing with his cy'ree was one thing, and he did like it, but it was... it was complicated. There was the issue of "is it okay to hit someone's Kept" some people couldn't get past, and the funny looks when his collar changed, and...

Kendo, on the other hand, was just him and Luke. He could change into his uniform, focus on the techniques, and just forget about everything else for a little while. Even showering and changing in the empty locker room afterwards was strangely soothing; it had the same feeling as kendo, of something that hadn't been... tainted, by the dark corruption magic he could see creeping through the school, some days.

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Surprise! Skip Week
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


Cal is in transit and I am in nanowrimo and, well, Ghost Story will return next week!

In the meantime, leave me a prompt of something you'd like to see in the Addergoole universe and I will attempt to write 100-200 words of such between now and 2 p.m. EDT Monday.

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Bonus Story: Rafe
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


Did you know that you could commission side stories of Addergoole?  This one is commissioned by Wyste, and takes place right after Chapter 47.



Shadrach was vomiting in Rafe’s bedroom.

No.  No...  Rafe shook his head sharply.  Up until that — that demon-voice thing had started showing up, he’d been doing better.  His Kept was, despite looking like Shad, despite sounding like Shad, a younger, quieter, more controlled version of Shad.

More controlled, because he was wearing Rafe’s collar.  More controlled, because Rafe was going to make sure this Shadrach understood exactly what Keeping was like.

If he understood, he might never flip out and start cutting his own Kept.  He might never lock his own Kept in the closet.  He might never give his own Kept conflicting orders.

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Chapter 52: Cynara
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


Friday, March 9, 2001

There was this moment when they parted way after classes that Cya tried not to think about anymore.

She gave Howard a nice hug and smiled warmly at Zita, gave Leo a smile that he managed to respond to, and very slowly turned towards their - towards Dysmas’ suite.

She could hear them talking for a few minutes.  She didn’t so much track the conversation as she held on to the sound of their words.  She could feel it almost like a touch.

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Chapter 51: Abednego (needs date)
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


Wednesday, March 7, 2001

He felt like someone had cut his strings.

Worse.  He felt like someone had shown him that he had a bunch of strings and a video of him being pulled around, and then dropped all the handles on the ground.

Worse still, Joff was mad at Rafe - no, furious -  and had been alternately yelling at him and ignoring him for days, which made Eris on edge which meant half the furniture in the common room was broken and meant that Rafe was spending most of his time wandering around looking like a kicked puppy.

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Chapter 49: Leofric


Leofric was in the nurse’s office for the third time that week.

This time, at least, he knew why he was there, which he felt was supposed to be an improvement. He flexed the fingers of his right hand, making sure all the muscles and bones felt lined up right – not that he doubted Dr. Caitrin’s ability to magically heal things, but he could magically heal things too, and he had a feeling the better he knew what things felt like when they were all in the right places, the better he could fix them himself. Then he wouldn’t need to go to the nurse’s office every time he put a hand through a wall. Or a desk. Or someone’s face.

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Interlude: Juniper 2


“I don’t want to know.”. Juniper shook her head, not for the first time, and pressed the letter into Professor Valerian’s hands. “Holly took… Holly has… I don’t have to have anything to do with either of them, that’s the point. It sucks, it sucks so much, that this is the only way for me to get out of here…” She swallowed around a lump in her throat. “I’m getting out of here? For real?”

“Your graduation requirements have all been met.”. Professor Valerian nodded slowly. “Juniper, you ought to—”

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Interlude: Ofir


Xaviera liked to go to the cy’Linden parties. Ofir was pretty sure by now that it was something to do with her memories of Ardell. He’d treated her like a thing, like an object.

Ofir wasn’t going to do that, at least. She was a person. When she wasn’t ignoring him, he was actually kind of fond of her. She wasn’t all that bright, but that was fine. He could steer her easier if she didn’t notice exactly what he was doing.

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Interlude: Workings vs. Halfbreed Innates


The variety of innate powers demonstrated by halfbreed Changes is one of the strongest arguments in their favor. While all Ellehemaei can use Words, and Workings grant Ellehemaei a wide range of powers and abilities far beyond those which humans can possibly achieve, being able to wield magic without needing Words is an entirely different story.

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Interlude: Halfbreed Changes



Bonus Meta Week! This week we will be taking a break from our scheduled interludes to present some fae-related metatext.


The genetics of inheritance of Ellehemaei are, at best, poorly understood – that is after all a primary motivation behind the creation of the Addergoole school. What combinations create what kinds of halfbreeds? What causes an individual to express as a halfbreed, rather than a pureblood? And so on and so forth.

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Interlude: Abaddon 3



Abaddon had put it off as long as he could. He had come up with excuse after excuse, but the problem was, Gennie knew why he’d gone to talk to Professor Sakamato, and she wanted to know the answer. The longer he put it off, the more suspicious she got.

“You know, you don’t look like you could be Japanese,” she was trying this time. “But if he was your father, that would explain why they all sent you to him to talk about it.”

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Chapter 48: Cynara



Monday, February 19, 2001

Cya felt like, if she held herself perfectly straight and perfectly still, nothing would fall off. Otherwise, she was afraid, she was going to shatter into a thousand pieces.

She kissed Dysmas and made the appropriate wiggle as he grabbed her butt with both hands and pulled her in towards him, then headed off to class, not straightening her skirt until she was out of sight. Nobody tried to hit on her; Alexander looked over at her with sad eyes and she pretended she couldn’t see. Save your sadness for someone who needs it.

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Interlude: Joff



Joff woke up from a nightmare to find Zeke’s hand on his shoulder, his lover’s face just a few inches from his. “Joff? Joff, man, you were – you were doing that thing again.”

Doing that thing was fairly vague, but the worried expression and the emotions pulsing off of Zeke explained it well enough. “It was – it was Meshach again.” He had been feeling something from Rafe’s room.

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Chapter 46: Arnbjörg
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


She was trying, she really was.  

She wasn’t trying, perhaps, as hard as she ought to or as often as she ought to, but Arnbjörg was trying hard to accept this place.  It was just...

“It’s so fucked up.”  She threw up her hands.

“What?”  Jaya turned to look at her. They were studying together on their bed, Jaye’s head on Arnbjörg’s shoulder.  They hadn’t been talking at all; Arnbjörg had been glaring at her textbook and attempting to focus.

“This school.  Everything about it.  Babies.”

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Chapter 45: Leofric
by Inspector Caracal


Wednesday, February 14, 2001

"Why is he fighting?"

"Heck if I know!"

"Leo, Leo, it's okay."

That voice, it was... "Zita?" Leofric blinked and looked around. Zita was standing in front of him, and he was in... a suite. A suite he didn't recognize. "Where are we?"

"We're in Sheba's suite. Howard's here, too. We rescued you."


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Chapter 42: Arnbjorg
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


Thursday, January 25

Arnbjörg was lying on Jaya’s bed, studying, or at least looking at her book, and she was humming.  Much to her surprise, she found she was in a good mood.

She shouldn't be.  Not after that scene in the lunch room - murder?  A Keeper getting herself murdered?

Doug had grunted at her when she asked.  Jaya hadn’t known anything, and had looked, Arnbjörg thought, quite worried.  It wasn’t like Arnbjörg was going to murder any - well, she wasn’t going to murder Jaya.  

Everybody was muttering about it, but nobody seemed to know any more than she did, which was novel.  Maybe that’s why she was in a good mood.

Maybe it was the way Jaya and Sheba had stood up for her  - had stood with her.  Even though none of her half-siblings were talking to her, at least she knew that her girlfriend’s crew had her back.  And that - that warm feeling of not alone - was enough to carry her over quite a few problems, even the thorny one of who had gotten murdered.



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Chapter 41: Leofric
by Inspector Caracal


Thursday, January 18, 2001

Thinking had taken a while.

Thinking about anything besides his orders, his classes, and homework was....

Professor Vanderlinden was dramatizing Brave New World at the head of the class and Leofric was attempting to keep up and take notes (don't get me in trouble again, and if you start slacking off in classes the teachers will blame me) while Zita and Howard whispered to each other (don't interfere with other people's Kept, don't draw attention to yourself, don't speak unless spoken to, don't cause trouble in class). The orders tugged at his mind, his actions, pushing him through the motions of being a Good and Normal Kept. That was, after all, the only way he'd ever be one (too stupid to breathe, at least you're pretty, don't you want to be a good Kept).



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Interlude: Zita 2
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


Written by Wysteria.

Sheba went to visit her kids at night, walking through walls as if they weren't there. It gave Zita time to think, applying the ruthless cold logic she'd learned sharing a suite with Joff, an empath she was not supposed to upset. It wasn't emotions if it was logic.

The wall shimmered as Sheba appeared (by magic, that was still cool), and Zita let her breath out and met her new Keeper's eyes directly.

Showtime. "Good evening."

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