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[eidolon-soul.livejournal.com]

Who: Rydia and Kain (and Edward, later)
What: Luceti isn't running out of reasons to make Kain angst. Includes further technology!fail and scarring the poor bard for life.
When: Not long after Kain's newest journal entry.
Where: The house
Rating: TBA

( Present and future )

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[i_speak_softly]

Who: i_speak_softly, gaijin_ninja, and thesevencodes
What: Training. For real.
When: Mike gets sent home. Don does some really unimpressive solo training, spends a night guarding Polka, and eventually gets his head back together. Then this happens.
Where: Starting outside C6, and probably ending up elsewhere.
Summary: Don apologizes to Raph for being a jerk in the best way he knows how: by giving Raph permission to abuse him until he becomes an acceptably competent ninja again.
Rating: PG-13
( Ohhh Ra-aph~ )

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[goldenpathredux.livejournal.com]

Who: Leto Atreides 2, OPEN
What: rearrival, frustration at his circumstances
When: friday afternoon
Where: all over town


Leto awoke to the insistent cheeps of birds. He sniffed the air, tasted mosture, felt long grass tickle his skin. The grass was flattened and the earth disturbed where he'd hit the ground, making him think that he'd fallen from a great height. He assessed himself with Prana-Bindu awareness. Nothing worse than bruising and scrapes.

He groaned and pushed off of the ground with his hand, coming up to a kneel. Some new awareness tickled his back. Something soft on the outside, bony on the inside.

Wings. Am I a fallen angel then? I did dare to usurp god's perch, but only to teach a lesson. Am I being punished for hubris? He thought sardonically.

Then it hit him where he was. Staggering to his feet, the sudden realization almost made him fall back over again. Back in the laboratory! Gods below, I thought i'd escaped! Frustration threatened to overwhelm him and he reflected that the Bene Gesserit really needed to develop a litany against that, rather than fear, which was quite easy to overcome if you knew how.

He felt weak, drained. In this state, he knew he would be unable to catch anything to kill for dinner, nor to char it enough to make it palatable for his hydrophobic digestive system. That meant he would have to make for the village and hope that Duo and Azzip were still there.

It turned out that the restaurant was still there, though Duo himself was gone. Probably with his lover. He thought as he helped himself to the stalest, most burnt dinner rolls in the back.

Which reminded him of something. Ryuhou might still be here as well, and would that not be strange? Those who lie with their own kind are blasphemers, by Fremen tradition. Yet here I am the last Fremen. What I do is automatically Fremen law. That rationalization cheered him as he munched the blackened cooking mistakes.

Satisfied, he left to find the people his thoughts dwelt on. He would spend the rest of the afternoon mapping out familiar landmarks, noting what had changed.