Heph is sitting outside in the grass, his cane laying across his legs ( Read more... )

The night is warm and clear, and if one were to go out about the lake tonight, they might see an interesting sight ( Read more... )

You probably weren't expecting him to have what looks like a limb on the table in front of him ( Read more... )

[OOM: After Wells told Ace the truth about their respective universes, he went home to consider the evidence. They might be from separate worlds, but he still can't shake his suspicions that she might be right about a few things anyway.

And then, a few days later, he gets a nasty surprise with the morning news.]The door swings open on a bright and ( Read more... )

Door opens ( Read more... )

When you are a boy of eight years, there are days you cannot help but run everywhere you go, pricking at everything around you like a curious dog in a room full of meat. So too here; when the stable-master's back is turned, his charge slips away to have a look at whatever presents itself. There is a door he has never been allowed through, as it ( Read more... )

Hephaestos has an eighth* sense about things sometimes ( Read more... )

Eventually, he saw his suite. Someone had cleaned it. He knew the last person who had been in there with him ( Read more... )

This time when the man and a puppy (big puppy. Biiiiig puppy) enter the bar it isn't with anything of the martial arts. It's with a pocket dictionary and a determined expression (at least on the part of the man).

Spoon, we're in the bar again.
The hell you say, lad.He looks up, looks up at the ceiling, and lights a fag before letting himself be ( Read more... )

There is a man.

Well, not a man. He looks like a man, but he's not quite a man.

He has a screwdriver.

No, it's not sonic. It doesn't have to be.

He also has what looks like a radio taken a part in front of him, a bowl of olives, and a cup of near-soupy coffee.

Have at.