“Empaths,” Steve said thoughtfully, looking directly at Sakichi. “In the sci-fi magazines, Continue reading
The flow of injuries slowed to a trickle, and Kaho let her spear rest on her shoulder long enough to grip Orihiko’s hand. “That was so brave.” She pulled him into half a hug. “And so stupid! That was 04, what were you thinking….” Continue reading
Insert maniacal laughter here.
…No, seriously. 😉 At this point in time my brain is cackling like an exhausted grade-B supervillain, Continue reading
I wanted to play with the topaz beads again, but against a different color scheme.
Light was gathering in the open wound, sinking into flesh and bone like real rain. Continue reading
Heading for the least-shaken cop he could see to start sorting out the damage, Steve had to pause and blink. The young, dark-haired man in glasses with his own black bag and an almost rifle-long case slung on his shoulder was startling enough. The strawberry blonde kneeling down with him, hands alight with blue-gold energy… um. Continue reading
A whisper of a gray cloak, and Karasuba had an eerily gentle hand on a young man’s shoulder. A tracker dangled from her fingers, battered and dusty. Continue reading
44 K down, but I think I’m only about half through the plot arc. Go figure.
At least I have a sketch of what most of the rest of the arc should be? Continue reading
It wasn’t so much a throw as a drop with a repulsor-swat added. It worked.
Shield on head made a very satisfying thump. Continue reading
“So we want to keep them at a distance,” Steve concluded.
“Easier said than done.” Iron Man banked, burning through the sky. Continue reading