“Aladdin’s made it back here all the way from the edge of the Kou Empire,” Alibaba nodded. “Hakuei’s one of the minor princesses, if our info is right. Daughter of the last emperor. Which means that the Prince and General Kouen Ren we’d identified as their Metal Vessel User… isn’t the only one.” Continue reading
Still kneeling where he’d tapped the zanpakutou’s hilt to the boy’s forehead, Ichigo blinked. Continue reading
“Sinbad’s agents are here,” Cassim said, half to himself. “Sindria’s minister, one of his Generals, and that crazy purple-haired guy who didn’t give his name. We pull it together right, we can get them mixed up in taking out the Banker.” Continue reading
Rukia looked bewildered. “But I thought this was a school for-”
“Adventurers?” Ichigo snorted. “You gotta learn not to take Keigo too seriously. Continue reading
…Where did all this paper come from….
All I can say is, the zpoc darn well better not come tomorrow, it’s going to take me at least a few more weeks to pare stuff down.
OTOH, I’ve managed to get rid of a surprising pile of “no longer relevant” papers and stuff. I think I may have cut the stuff I have to deal with by at least a third. Hee.
I don’t trust him.
Morgiana flicked her gaze over the three that’d come to meet Alibaba in this wreck of an old bakery. Burly one-eyed Hassan would be a tough opponent; lithe and suspicious Zainab might be even more dangerous, because there was no way she’d ever fight fair. But Cassim- Continue reading
Illithids, shinigami, Hollows, Tsukikage, Ichigo ticked off in his head as the Watchman finally let go. Looks like I’ve got to sneak into the school library again.
Not that he couldn’t just walk in. Continue reading
There was a sigh from beside him in the bed, that wasn’t sleepy at all. “So that’s why you’re doing it.”
Startled, Alibaba glanced at Aladdin.
The young magi was sitting up, braid slipping over his shoulder as serious blue eyes studied his friend. “You don’t want to be king. Continue reading
“So who did it look like?” the captain persisted.
“More like a what.” Ichigo grimaced, putting together one of the fastest verbal tap-dances he’d had to use since the first time he’d helped Chad out of trouble. Why was it no one would believe a half-orc kid didn’t start a fight? Continue reading
Aladdin, curled up on his left, flying turban clutched close to the magi’s chest. The unexpected warmth at the foot of the bed was Morgiana, curled under a sheet like a napping kitten.
They’re here. They’re real.
They could wind up in so much trouble if this goes wrong…. Continue reading