12 Works by ResidentOwl
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"Mama Fenge, Fenge Biyos, Gaiathra Triclops, the Obelisk of Shade and Wind, the Pillar of Sand,” The girl, Topaz, listed a couple more names in different languages Veritas has never heard, “Whatever you want to call that thing.” She pointed upwards to the immense Tower stretching upward endlessly in the distance.
“What do you call it?” Aventurine asked with a smile and a curious tilt of his head.
Veritas cleared his throat and tried his best not to sound ignorant, “Well, the Academy just calls it The Tower…”
There was a moment of pause before the tanned man barked a sudden laugh that rang into the air like the tolling of a bell, and Veritas was struck by the beauty of the fine laugh lines along the man’s face. It took Veritas’s breath away and he struggled to hide the flush that turned his ears red.
“Oh, scholar, that’s funny,” Aventurine said caustically, wiping fake tears from his face, “You academics don’t have a single creative bone in your bodies, do you?”
Veritas felt his eyebrow twitch in irritation.
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- Part 3 of In Any Universe, On Every World
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Aventurine flicked the disk of metal up, and the Professor watched the coin glint tauntingly in the fluorescent lighting.
“Would you like to make a bet?”
Professor Ratio said nothing.
Aventurine snatched the coin out of the air, slapping it down on the scarred wood of the desk with a dull thud.
“Heads, I’ll be here next week. Tails, you’ll expel me by Friday.”
“I do not make bets.” The Professor stated coldly.
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- Part 2 of In Any Universe, On Every World
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Flaring her broad wings, exposing the translucent lavender webbing beneath, she roared. And as one, the Old Guard followed, drowning out all activity and noise as they marked the start of the Second Choosing.
Dragons and humans alike, stilled, as the small group of Selected stepped onto the scorching sands of the hatching grounds.
Among the selected, Veritas found himself focused on a small boy, skinny and a bit short for his age, that had a trail of blood dripping from his hairline and down his cheek. His dirty blond hair stuck to the side of his face and a prominent black mark on his neck drew Veritas’s eyes. As Veritas idly assessed him, the boy’s shoulders tightened and then he peered up through the fringe of his hair, directly meeting the dragon's gaze.
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The Dragon rider choosing ceremony leads to disaster as Veritas unwittingly bonds to a human with brilliant eyes.
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- Part 1 of In Any Universe, On Every World
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“Agent Washington.”
'No! Don’t say a word. Don’t tell them! They’ll kill you.'
Epsilon’s voice rang out in a distorted tone as if from a damaged, old recording, that hiccuped and stuttered through the alarming words; Agent Washington shook his head roughly in a vain attempt to banish the phantom.
“How are you feeling?”
There was only one right answer.
“Fine,” Washington mumbled even as his hands fisted in his short hair, his own blood and skin trapped beneath his ragged bitten fingernails, “I’m fine.”
He wasn’t. The deep furrows of new scars and the red of fresh scratches around his implant attested to that. He knew it. The Counsellor knew it.
That day he was certified Article Twelve.
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It took many lifetimes for Nate to become Nathan Drake. He had all the chances he needed and more to reach that high point in his hundreds of years of existence. For how it ended, he didn't regret a single moment.
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"Here, Sam, say hello to your new brother." Cassandra Morgan placed the 3 day old baby in Sam's arms gently, carefully coaching the 5 year old on how to hold a child. She turned to her husband and they spoke in low tones as Sam took a few steps away for privacy.
"Hi, Nate." The five year old whispered hoarsely, "hi again. I'm sorry. I swear I won't screw up this time, I swear." Sam leaned down and kissed Nathan's forehead, "I'm so sorry, Nathan."
This was the same Sam as before, and just like Nate, he remembered everything.
Nate didn't know if it was for better or worse.
And so began the second lifetime of Nathan Morgan.
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"No!" Seeing the door slide close, Emily lunged forward, scrambling toward the only exit. She was halted with tight hand on her tense shoulder, stopping her dead in her tracks as she reached toward the door.
"No! Let me go!" She shouted and to her surprise, the man did.
Emily wrenched herself away from him, her breath coming fast, tears still streaming down her cheeks. "Why… why are you doing this? How could you do—" Her words broke with a sob as she fell to her knees and tried rub away the tears.
The two took up guard on either side of the door, posture straight and stiff, and said nothing. Emily continued to cry herself into exhaustion, still not understanding the ramifications of the horrific tragedy she had witnessed.
She wanted her Mommy. She wanted Corvo. But she was alone and her tears refused to stop.
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Completed stories/scenes interconnected with my Singing in the Void story.
1) After her mother is killed, Emily is kept in the den of her Mother's assassins and meets the people behind the blood stained masks.
2) The Whalers, Thomas, and Daud all feel the heavy weight of blame for what they've done to Dunwall, if only Daud understood that.
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- Part 3 of Waiting for a Reply
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“Time and time again, faced with the ones who conspired to destroy me, you chose mercy over vengeance. You chose mercy, but was it just, or was it vindictive? My dear, Lord Protector: disgraced, dishonored, and a failure. You would be better suited as an assassin if not for the fact that you are blind to the blood staining your hands.”
Jessamine leaned down, the shadows looming behind her and dancing like firelight, and placed a delicate hand on Corvo’s cheek, wiping a tear that escaped down the side of his face with a sharp-nailed finger. She whispered, like all those moments stolen between duty and rest, secreted away between one breath and the next, a perverted parody of a tender moment between lovers.
“It was not mercy that stayed your blade, Corvo. Do not use me as an excuse for your choices any longer.”
Corvo didn't dare look away.
...Response to an old kmeme:
Samuel is not an alchemist and a half-vial is still enough for a prolonged, painful death without treatment. When Corvo begins to deteriorate while detained by the Whalers, Daud is faced with a difficult choice: does his desire for penance over the Empress' murder extend to saving the life of her Lord Protector?Series
- Part 2 of Waiting for a Reply
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Emily fell. All that was left of her was a scream, the name of the man who promised to always protect her, whipped away by the gales. She fell. And Corvo followed.
He closed his eyes, and opened them to see Daud’s blade sheathed in Jessamine’s body, a whisper on her lips, the name of the man who promised to protect her and her child.
A promise he would honor to his last breath.
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- Part 1 of Waiting for a Reply
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Desmond spun into action, blade ready in his hand with a deft flick of his wrist. His arm pulled back and fell in a swift strike, metal feasting on the delicate flesh of the guard's neck, the blade sating its thirst on his blood —warmth, burning, pride—.
A smirk pulled at the corner of Desmond's mouth, a feeling of satisfaction not yet his own.
He wasn't done yet.
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The cage was forged to hold a fallen archangel whose temper tantrums could gouge furrows into the Earth deep enough to create canyons, it was not meant for a measly human soul; it's like placing a mouse in a lion's cage and expecting it to not slip through the cracks.
Lucifer's cage was different from what Sam expected, not that he would ever say it was better, and he escaped with some unwanted changes. Thinking that Castiel and Bobby were killed by 'Luci' before he took the dive, and that Dean was happy with Lisa and Ben, Sam has to deal with his new found abilities alone. Or maybe not. He wasn't the only one that received a bit of divine intervention.
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It takes two days for Dean to break and make a deal with a cross-roads demon to bring back Sam. Two days on Earth for Dean is more than 120 days in Heaven for Sam. 120 days of lies, repetition, desperation, and reluctant acceptance. Heaven can be hell when you're missing a vital piece of yourself.
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"It was my responsibility, you know? It's like I had one job…. I had one job…"
And Dean had failed, he had failed so badly. The cold two day old body of his little brother, the one that was his to protect since Dean carried him out of the fire, could attest to his negligence.
"And I screwed it up."
Sam was dead.
"I blew it."
And Dean wasn't there to protect him.
"And for that, I'm sorry."
He hoped that somehow, Sam could hear him, could hear how sorry he was for messing it up, and could maybe find it in himself to forgive Dean. Maybe Sam could hear the hundreds of the ways he was trying to say, 'I love you,' and the thousands of ways he was trying to say, 'I'm sorry.'
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Tony has kept a secret from the Avengers, one that is pivotal to understanding his childhood and thinly-veiled disdain for Howard, but when they find him at his most vulnerable point, he decides to trust the team instead of pushing them away. Clint and Tony were thick as thieves before, and this brings the team as a whole closer together.
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They last few notes rang out hesitantly and gently as the song came to a close. Tony sighed, slumping down for a moment as if drained and then started a new song, a short one, but no less emotionally wrenching on the haunting piano. Every note felt heavy with a sorrow even though it was a simple melody, cold and lonely. The last notes ended, and Tony slumped again, breathing deeply for a few moments. The Avengers made to leave, seeing this is a private moment not to be disturbed, but Tony stopped them.
"You can come in, if you'd like." Tony's voice was soft but still reverberated in the music room, eventually escaping from the live room through the open doorway.