"Hey, this is Makita's com unit, leave a - "

"Proto, stop that."

"Proto!"

"Dammit! That's my chocolate stash you - !"

*BEEP*

So they were all going to a place that, according to Makita's map, was going to be very sunny and warm and tropical. It would be interesting, she was sure, but the idea of all that ocean was odd ( Read more... )

Tomorrow morning I hop a plane, flying to the far away land of Atlanta for this thing I've heard of called Dragon*Con, to participate in the YA lit panels. You're shocked, I can tell ( Read more... )

Makita didn't dream often, but when she did, it was always of her Papa. Always.

( This time, they were in the ruins of Bahamut )

It had been barely a week since the most recent lull in the fighting. Both sides had pulled back to bury their dead, or at least honor them since all the bodies had been incinerated, but the war was still definitely on. The brown-haired boy had lost his mentor in that slaughter. The green eyed girl with him had lost a father. They had a war to ( Read more... )

Blessed Solstice, Feliz Navidad, Happy Hannukah... have a PTSD child soldier with a massive chip on her shoulder and a Destiny she doesn't want...

( 'This child? This reckless wolfcub...?! ...is to bear the message that could save my people?' )

1. Always treat the gun as loaded.
2. Always keep the gun pointed in a safe direction.
3. Always keep your finger straight and off the trigger until you are ready to shoot.
4. Always keep the gun unloaded until you are ready to use it.
5. Never point the gun at anything you don't intend to destroy.
6. Be sure of your target and what is beyond it.
7. ( Read more... )