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Lower City, Corus, the year 430 | Middle of the Night
“Gods, lass, are ye doing that with yer feet?” George complained, trying to pull his shoulder out of Rispah’s grasp ( Read more... ) -
Selkie Peak - Tuesday Evening
George had never gotten used to the odd silence of Fandom. Even after not quite two years, he was a child of the Lower City, and anything other than the constant noise of thousands of people living too closely together seemed unnatural. He had come to appreciate it though. Appreciate and enjoy the rustle of trees, the birdsong, the crash of the ( Read more... ) -
Lower City, Corus | Sunday Evening
George slid into an open spot at the the dicing table, greeting the other lads with an open grin and sharp eyes. They were all men he’d known since he was just a minnow - some had been wee minnow with him, running errands and picking pockets, but others were hard-eyed older ones who’d been in the Rogues’ Court for more years than George had been ( Read more... ) -
Resistance HQ - October 2020 then Fandom, Monday Morning
When the order for Kyle and George to return to Fandom came, George almost didn't believe it. It had been so long, and the rhythm of missions and returns and firefights had almost gotten natural. Almost might be overstating it a little ( Read more... ) -
Resistance HQ - June 2020
George wasn't exactly sure what he'd been expecting Kyle's world to be like. For one, he hadn't expected to promise John Connor - again - not to tell his father about his future. For another, he hadn't expected to talk to said Leader of the Resistance at all, let alone to be bundled off through the tunnels for a medical exam while great big bombs ( Read more... ) -
Somwhere in the Preserve | Sunday Afternoon
So Kyle had a kid show up. George pretty much found that hilarious. Especially when Kyle was a bit nonplussed, and George didn't have any kids showing up to call him Da this year. Things were a lot funnier this year, yeah ( Read more... ) -
Room 511 - Early Tuesday Morning
Most of the time, George thought sharing a room with his best friend was pretty much the best thing ever. Sharing a room with his best friend when one of them was a hot girl and the other wasn't? Juuuust a little bit awkward ( Read more... ) -
In the Grass near the Preserve - Late Saturday Afternoon
George had noticed the throngs of wee gixies and lads runnin' around today, but he hadn't really figured out where there were from. He also didn' care much as they didn' seem to be sufferin' at all and none wanted to steal his coin ( Read more... ) -
Clearing in the Preserve - Monday Afternoon
George didn't have anything on Monday's except the usual and usually handwavy knife-fighting lesson with Kyle and sometimes Luke's with Kyle and Bobby.
Which usually he was good with except that this weekend left him with way too much to think about - especially in relationship to Kyle whose name seemed far more familiar to him now. It was a bit ( Read more... ) -
Room 224 - Sunday Morning
The lack of guns was disturbing.
It kept bothering John, and he was unable to not to poke at the issue and wiggle it around like a sore tooth. Why was he somewhere without any guns? Mom and Cameron not being there made a little sense. He had a vague memory of them and Derek heading out, but - still, there should be guns.
He'd spent the day ( Read more... )