RPS: Vengeance on Wings...Gotham city hasn’t been the same since the Batman was said to have vanished. “Criminals are a superstitious lot”, as the old saying goes, and without something to be afraid of, other than the police, they will act without thought of consequence…
At least, that is how it was up until a year ago.
Talk started to get around about how the Bat was back, or his ghost, depending on who you asked, but it didn’t stop crime. Most criminals didn’t believe it, thought it was something the cops had come up with to scare them, and it emboldened some of them, but others decided to be cautious, because despite doubts, there had been signs…
“I’m telling you, I saw something up there the other night! And it wasn’t some freakin’ pigeons, either!” a man whispered urgently as he and three others made their way down a dark alley towards the back of a large building.
“Would you shut up!?” one of his companions snapped.
The Treasure of the Lady Corina: Ch. 1Faerie City Transport Station, 22nd Day of Running, 15:00 hrs.
Jen changed out of her uniform into the most casual clothes she had. Since their mission was going to take them to a Historical Zone, she figured something that at least looked like it would blend in would have to do. She settled on some Neovian clothes she had bought as part of a Halloween costume last season; a plain, cream colored shirt with a maroon, cape-like shawl, and a pair of brown trousers. She was going to bring the hat, but decided against it seeing as she and her companion were going to an island overflowing with pirates.
Once she’d changed and strapped on her weapon belt, she left the castle to meet up with Matilda at the transports. She knew Seriph had said that Matilda had gone local, which might explain the strange name she had asked to be called by, but it could also be part of a cover, so she was just going to run with it. She even began to think up nicknames for herself if ever the need to h
The Treasure of the Lady Corina: PrologueFaerieland Castle, 22nd Day of Running, 14:00 hrs.
The Faerie Kougra glanced down at his watch again as he heard footsteps echoing down the hall before closing it and sitting down at his large, crescent shaped desk. He looked down at his watch again when there came a small knock to his door, and he tucked the watch away into his pocket.
“Come in please,” he invited, and the door opened. Inside stepped a young, human girl with bobbed, brown hair and glasses on her face. “Ah, Jennifer, right on time.”
“You uh, wanted to see me?” the girl asked. “And uh, could you just call me Jen?”
“Of course, Jen,” the Kougra replied with a kind nod and smile. “Before I get started, how is your training going?”
“O-Oh, it’s going good! I just finished a few magic lessons the other day, and I’m definitely improving! Th-Though I admit my concentration could use a bit of work. I mean, I can perform a spell but h
Cat Out of HellAfter risking a raid on a port warehouse to obtain much needed black powder, Captain Garin the Foolish and his crew have been captured by Thomas Langley, an early retired Commodore of the Navy with a reputation of being a local tyrant, torturing captives without cause, and with a particular reputation for his treatment of women. With these things in mind, Garin was quick to come up with an escape plan before Langley even had the chance to come and address them for “sentencing” as he was known to do.
“Hurry it up, lads,” Garin whispered, keeping his eyes down the hall to watch for movement as his crew worked behind him. They were trying to get a large, but slightly loose brick in the cell wall loose. The cell beside them had been left open, and if one of them could get through the hole they intended to make, he could let the others out of theirs.
“We’ve nearly got it, Garin!” Talak whispered loudly. Garin was about to say something back,
RPS: Going Digital...It was just another day in your life, getting up early, spending the whole day at school going through the same curriculum, then catching the train back home. Yep, just another typical day…
Except today was just a little bit different.
“Hey! Hey come on, don’t fall asleep on me here, we’re almost to our stop!”
That was Mikiro, or Miki for short. Your best friend since you were three. Her family had moved over from Japan around the same time your family moved into the same apartment complex. You lived at one end of the hall and she lived at the other, and when you weren’t at each other’s home, or at school hanging out together, you were either texting or on the phone. She was like a sister to you, despite the fact you bore no resemblance to one another.
Today, Miki had called you up almost the moment you got home, bursting with excitement. A few weeks ago she had ordered this new handheld device with money she got for her birthday, sort of like
The Porcelain BrideI never expected her to become mine when I saw her that first time, even after so many years of thinking she had ended up becoming someone else’s.
I first saw her when I was around twelve or thirteen years old, possibly even younger. The shop had just done some rearranging after getting in some new merchandise. I was meandering around the area just up the stairs, where they have their collections of glass villages that sell as Christmas decorations, along with their Nativity pieces. Near that section was always a small room with bridal and wedding related items, like wedding announcements, placement cards for guests, decorations, and cake toppers. That’s when I first took notice of her.
She was a porcelain topper for a wedding cake; completely white from the bottom of her floral patterned gown to the matching veil she wore on her head. Her expression was a joyful one, but also distant, as though she were looking towards the bright, hopeful future that every bride looks forw