Ghost Touch – Backstory

Isshin cleared his throat. “Well! Think I promised you kids a story.”

“Hollows,” Karin demanded.

Whispers of Fire Ch9 bit – Guests

“I wonder if we can talk Alibaba’s smugglers into looking for magicians,” Sinbad mused. “After all, the more of them we find, the fewer Al-Thamen can grab to corrupt- Masrur?”

The Fanalis smiled. “Early guests.”

Taking one step back from the table, Ja’far settled himself in a quick stance anyway.

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Ghost Touch – Friends and Family

“Um. Dad, this is Ishida Uryuu. He’s in my class, and Orihime’s handcrafts club….” And what else could he say, that wouldn’t get them in even more hot water?

“Ryuuken’s little sprout? Gods, it’s been ages. Should have known you two would find each other eventually.” Moving fast, Isshin wrapped Ishida in a bone-cracking hug.

Whispers of Fire Ch8 bit – Heatstroke

It was impossible. It was crazy. It was Alibaba, for Solomon’s sake, the guy was no way anything like the Sinbad stories-

Ghost Touch – Homecoming

“What if the school wants one of those ‘What I did on summer break’ essays tomorrow?”

Ichigo blinked. Tried not to laugh. Or wince. “Lie like rugs.”

Whispers of FireCh8 bit – Bearing gifts

“He’s lying to us,” Cassim said flatly.

“Oh, and we’re telling him everything,” Zainab shot back, tapping her Fogblade.

Ghost Touch ficbit – History

At least one good thing had come out of that awful, rainy, blood-soaked day. Rukia had grudgingly admitted that human or not, Karin seemed to have some of the same innate potential for shadow magic he had, they couldn’t be everywhere at once, and his sister might as well learn something to defend herself.

Whispers of Fire Ch 7 up on AO3

Whispers of Fire chapter 7, “It’s a very distinctive bead.” is up on Archive of Our Own.

(And no, I have no plans to skip the Leverage puns if they present themselves. Leverage in the Magi setting would be so much fun…)

Whispers of Fire Ch8 bit – Harun

“Your father cheated Sinbad.” Aladdin was staring at his friend, as if he didn’t know whether to lift a disapproving finger like an old grandmother, or burst out laughing.

Ghost Touch – Quincy

“I am a Quincy.” Dark black hair. Cold, angry blue eyes. Glasses and a weird white coat that could have been ripped right out of an illusion-drama featuring an insane wizard-alchemist. “And I… hate shinigami.”

Negative points for the outfit and the melodrama,