Wednesday, January 22, 2014
Thrillseeker
First time commissioning art. Thrillseeker by Tailsteak, creator of the webcomic Leftover Soup (warning: some adult themes). If you're interested in hiring an artist,
I can recommend him. Prompt and courteous (and quite inexpensive
considering those factors and the quality of his work, I might add).
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Final Battle?
"Yipe!" There was the sound of something heavy hitting the water very hard.
"Brute is down!" shouted a voice directly into the heroes' minds, "he's definitely uncon--Ambassador says she's on it."
The telepathic voice's owner turned in time to see the boulder just before it struck him, but not in time to evade or deflect it. He actually shouted out loud and not directly into the minds of his teammates, something he never did in the middle of a fight.
"Brute is down!" shouted a voice directly into the heroes' minds, "he's definitely uncon--Ambassador says she's on it."
The telepathic voice's owner turned in time to see the boulder just before it struck him, but not in time to evade or deflect it. He actually shouted out loud and not directly into the minds of his teammates, something he never did in the middle of a fight.
Labels:
Ambassador,
Brute,
CyBot,
fiction,
Flash and Burn,
Penance,
Priya Pradhi,
Psion,
superheroes,
Witch
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Thrillseeker, Part 1
Wayne
nervously brushed the pink fringe out of his eyes. He really needed a haircut.
But he also really needed to focus on what he was doing here. He looked at all
the people staring back at him, regretting his hasty acceptance of his new
position as the volunteer leader. He did have the most experience, he
supposed—most of the people in the room were first-time volunteers—but always
with the heavy lifting. He barely had any idea what he was doing as a leader or
organizer.
“So,
uh, thank you for getting here on time,” he said awkwardly, “I’m Wayne Ko and
I’m—“
“Mighty
Mite,” said a voice from the doorway.
“Huh?”
said Wayne in surprise, turning to the door. He saw a tall, muscular woman with
a smooth sheet of blonde hair that fell almost to her waist. She was dressed in
a ridiculous red, white, and blue jumpsuit with white gloves, leather boots
with a short heel, and a sturdy helmet with blue and red stars.
Or at
least, that’s who everybody else saw. Wayne himself mostly saw the heel of her
boot as she entered the room with a flying kick to his jaw.
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Barishka Gets the Boot
“My dear
Prince!” cried Barishka, laughing of Varick’s blunt refusal “I think a man of
your station should realize that one can catch more flies with honey then with
vinegar, as they say.”
“Ah, but
Lady Barishka,” said the Prince, his voice and manner dripping with an
overabundance of sweetness, “I must ask what I’d do with a fly when I can have
something worth catching.”
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Penance
“You
can’t sneak up on me, you know,” said Wilhelm, without looking up.
“Wasn’t
really trying to,” answered Andrew, “but I am surprised that you heard me.”
Labels:
Andrew Carlyle,
fiction,
Penance,
superheroes,
Wilhelm Meyer
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Jezzi's Log, #27
Before the raiders first came to our own homeworld, we were confident in our ability to defend ourselves from outside attackers--or we would have been, at least, if anybody had ever asked the question. We were strong, we were united, we had advanced technology compared to most other races that we knew of that we could turn toward combat and self-defense.
We were not entirely prepared for the attack, but we rallied and fought back.
There were less than 100 refugees who survived to flee.
Labels:
Andrew Carlyle,
Arket,
fiction,
Priya Pradhi,
superheroes
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Call to Action
His heart racing, Andrew snatched his keys and shouldered the door open. He was forced to halt his rapid exit, however, when he saw that he had almost knocked two people off of the front stoop. He glanced between the short blonde woman and the tall Asian man, both in dark-colored suits and both looking apprehensive.
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