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T'ema's adventure continues!

This is the epic completion of the triptych started with "Beyond All Terror and continuing in "Lies Its Memory. As usual it is being written mostly off the cuff, using poetic structure to help me get the story out where prose is more difficult.

Content warning: This poem has a stalking hero and a moderately violent confrontation in it. Be mindful of your headspace when reading it.


The day was cool but spring was coming,
And T'ema was ready for it.
She had been through a month of winter
And had little idea what was next.
The spirits told her these changes were normal,
Yet she hardly believed it.

Her oath nudged at her,
And she finished her breakfast quickly.
The paperwork to be finished took
Almost an hour, and then she was free.
Free to hunt, she thought.

T'ema corrected herself. )
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This is a continuation of "Beyond All Terror", wherein T'ema goes to Urbanburg following the urging of her magic, and begins to acquire clues as to the nature of Dan's assailants. It is set in the Polychrome Heroics universe by permission of [personal profile] ysabetwordsmith.

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"I love you" whispered in her ear;
She had no choice but to follow,
Eyes open for the chance
To find, to see, to understand!
No spirit was present and yet
It spoke alles omnes
To her wondering heart.

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(This is Avengers fanfiction. As if you couldn't tell. ;) )

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When a large squad of armed Skrulls dropped their disguises on New Years' Eve and began firing into the crowd at Times Square, almost everyone tried to run. The big screen began showing demands in six languages, one of them alien, as the crowd crushed itself, individuals suffocating and getting trampled in the panic.

Police directed the wild crowd toward safer exits, while the Avengers, several watching live from Stark Tower, ran at top speed for the Square. But one was already on the scene.

A figure outlined in the lights of police vehicles raised the iconic shield: circles of red, white, and blue with a shining white star in the center.

The Skrulls fired a few potshots, but it didn't matter. The shield stopped their blasts.

Then the figure charged forward at the dozen or so enemies, throwing the shield.

They dodged, but one was struck in the head and didn't get up again.

"Captain!" shouted a policeman, "Behind you!" But the figure was already picking up the shield and turning to catch flankers in the face with it.

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This is another poem featuring T'ema, the unicorn-woman walking a superheroic Earth (maybe Terramagne from [personal profile] ysabetwordsmith's Polychrome Heroics, but maybe not; I'm borrowing a bit of terminology anyway). EDIT - Ysabet has approved this as set in Terramagne.

I'm going to preface this with three warnings:

First, this is yet another seat-of-my-pants poem. Its quality may not be top notch, but it's something I have to get out. Also, lots of unrhymed lines with ragged meter; I'm just using the form to tell a story that won't come out in prose.

Second, this poem deals with torture (not shown) and some of its outcomes (visibly shown). Be mindful of your mindspace when reading it. One character is traumatized and homeless, which roughens a person over time (also T'ema has been living as a homeless woman as seen in previous poems). There is also a bit of strong language.

Third, this thing is really long. There may even be a second part to it. I don't know!

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Beyond All Terror

T'ema was standing in line at the day shelter
Waiting for her tray of lunch.
In burst one of the regulars,
His energy vibrating like plutonium
Ready to burst into particles.
She kept her senses open.

When it happened, the trigger
Was as small as a dropped cigarette.
The man was screaming in a moment
And had to be held by friends
So his wild swings didn't break a jaw
Or his own hand.

T'ema quietly hummed a lullaby,
Directing the peaceful, loving power
Into a calming aura.
A minute later, the man had sagged
Into a sobbing mess,
Head in his arms.

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(T'ema is back. Just a slice of life, inspired by a prompt in the January 2015 Crowdfunding Creative Jam, from [personal profile] alexseanchai: "Dreaming is free". Obviously this is a bit more of a free-form inspiration than direct interpretation.)

T'ema Huollo sat on the city bus,
Watching her fellow riders
One rainy winter day
After the holiday season,
When depression became more obvious.

A woman was sneezing
"Hard enough to break her nose"
As T'ema's people might say
And a man sneered at her, but
Said nothing as she blew her nose.

A family with two children
Clambered on board, multicolored children
Swarming the middle seat-rows while
The adults gamely shepherded.
This woman was pregnant.

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This is something I've seen called "demifiction" or "ephemerals" (though the elements of it are hardly ephemeral): in-world supplemental side-pieces, newspaper articles, books and non-fiction material. These are not necessarily stories themselves, but are supporting elements by which a story may or may not be told. These are fictional, focused on a particular setting.

Now forthwith the work!

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From "A History of Wonder Vol. 1, Saints and Demons" published 1931 by now-defunct Vichy Robber Press of London, UK and re-published 2011 by Common Sense, an imprint of Westinghouse in New York, USA, after a purchase of the original manuscripts. At the original time of publishing it was aimed at the academic market, but with the recent explosion of supers Westinghouse is marketing this series of informative volumes toward everyday nonfiction readers. Note that the phrasing is still in its original style, with the addition of editors' notes between sections and footnotes supplementing the text. The modern edition is now in its fifth printing as this work continues to grow in popularity.

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It wasn't that he wanted the gold. It wasn't even that he wanted me to give him the gold. It was that he wanted me to give it to him at gunpoint. I just wasn't going to let that pass unremarked.

He waved the gun toward the countertop behind me, where the open bag rested. "C'mon, what are you waiting for?" I considered answering sarcastically, but this wasn't the time.

"I'm actually waiting for you to do something besides threaten me," I replied. "I'm not giving you anything if you're going to do that. We're on the same team, for gods' sake, it's not like you have to do this."

He pressed the gun into my face. "Just do it."

It's nice when your enemies forget that you had training in close combat. I snapped my hand up, taking hold of his wrist, then beat it on the countertop. He pulled the trigger in what I still presume was an accident, then dropped his weapon. I kicked him away, then picked up his share of the gold -- a statuette worth quite a lot just for the artist's name -- and smacked him with it as he threw himself at me. "There's your share. I hope a little pain and damage was worth this; you're off the team as of this moment. Get out."

He bent his lips in a snarl, but he took the statue, then turned and walked away. I immediately picked up the pistol and looked to see what had been shot. If I was lucky, it would just be a plaster job and not something more vital to the building. Not that I could stay there after that fight.

After a bit of investigating, it turned out the bullet had gotten stuck in a thick wooden support beam. Nothing to be done, I supposed. With that in mind, I packed up and left, hiding the safe-house key in a new location in case it became safe to visit again.

Thoughts of alchemy danced through my mind as I left the town behind. It was time to go to work again.
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"Rank" Husker was leaning quietly against the wall by the parking garage elevator, smoothing his fingernails with the little file on his pocket knife. There was a click on the ground next to him, and he swung his hand outward with a practiced motion to block the space just past the corner of the wall.

"Careful, Jack. Don't want to get hit by a car or anything."

"I'm not deaf, nobody's coming."

"Yeah, I know. It's like the Boss just stopped taking meetings or something." Rank snapped shut his knife and put it away.

"He's got me on patrol. Whole damn garage full of cameras and he wants me walking the place."

"Looking for anything?"

"You. Rank, you gotta get out. He hasn't paid me in two weeks. I'm pretty sure the money's gone."

"I think he's decided to shorten your chain."

The elevator came up, and both men straightened. The doors opened and their boss came out, the semi-infamous Buzzer.

"Boys, I hate to say this, but I'm pretty sure you want to hear it right away. The money's a bit tight. We got a job tomorrow, but if it goes sour, you never heard of me."

"Sorry to hear that, Boss," said Rank. "What kind of job is it?"

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After reading a number of [personal profile] ysabetwordsmith's stories in the "Love Is For Children" series, I'm starting to think of myself as a bit like Hulk. Big bruiser with a good core, trying to protect someone who's been hurt very badly. And I find that talking like Hulk has been helping me work out some issues, because it simplifies the content to basic concepts.
"That hurt. You no do."
"This good. Want more!"
And then I explain anyway. "That crossed a boundary that I want to preserve." "That worked for me because X, Q, R, L."

I work better when I have someone to converse with and talk things out, even if they mostly end up listening a lot. I guess most of what I do with spirits is about having someone listen, and sometimes ask relevant questions. The rest of it is just getting stuff moved where it belongs. Hulk can listen, Hulk takes care of Bruce, and Hulk has muscles that make the big jobs easy. Too bad that big body has trouble with refined motion... but that's a good reason for Bruce to come out and do things. I can mix broad and refined, but when the hurt comes on and my tools are missing, the "Ow! Smash!" comes out.

Too bad I can't change shape in real life, or I'd just go be a dragon in the woods at least part of the time so I can deal with my body issues. Who'd object to a friendly dragon hunting an excessive deer population anyway? At least proper, smart predation would keep them in check. That's an issue around here anyway; the city and county have been dealing objections about hiring hunters to suppress deer populations because of "Cute Syndrome" (the desire to protect cute things at the cost of ugly things which are equally vital). If Awesome balanced Cute, I think folks would be more okay with it.

Eh. Tangents. Anyway. Hulk done words, watch thing now. Me like watch funny man build stuff.
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When the first dreams came, I dismissed them,
Simply accepting that they were fun.
Flight was cool and it was fun to hover in the air
Chasing leaves around a park.

But the dreams kept coming. )

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