Katie is boy dumb, and Marcus only lowers her IQ more.
I might be able to get an Olly posted tonight, maybe tomorrow.
I might be able to get an Olly posted tonight, maybe tomorrow.
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STATUS: 'I know the Goliath Fucking Bird-Eating Spider can't fly because if it could, it would have a different name entirely. We would call it "sir" because it would be the dominant species on the planet.' 6 yrs ago
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'I know the Goliath Fucking Bird-Eating Spider can't fly because if it could, it would have a different name entirely. We would call it "sir" because it would be the dominant species on the planet.'
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'There is no word in the English language for the feeling someone gets when they suddenly realize they're standing next to an unholy monster impersonating a human. Monstralization, maybe?'
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"And watch out for Molly. See if she does anything unusual. There’s something I don’t trust about the way she exploded and then came back from the dead like that."
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"We're talking about a tentacled flying lamp fucker, Dave. What are you prepared to call unlikely?"
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"OK, I've just about had my FILL of riddle-asking, quest-assigning, insult-throwing, pun-hurling, hostage-taking, iron-mongering, smart-arsed fools, freaks, and felons that continually test my will, mettle, strength, intelligence, and most of all, patience! If you've got a straight answer ANYWHERE in that bent little head of yours, I want to hear it pretty damn quick or I'm going to take a large blunt object roughly the size of Elminster AND his hat, and stuff it lengthwise into a crevice of your being so seldom seen that even the denizens of the nine hells themselves wouldn't touch it with a twenty-foot rusty halberd! Have I MADE myself perfectly CLEAR?!" - CHARNAME, Baldur's Gate
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im really dumb and prolly missing something super obvious pls explain
Sometimes it felt like the station was consuming her. After five years in its depths, she could often think of little else. Kalyani could map its sleek metal corridors better than her own flesh. It plagued her dreams, endless red mats and frigid bunks, blotting out the comfort of her life before. Jump Zero had crawled inside her, burrowed into her very marrow and sunk its teeth into the pulp. Inch by inch, day by day, it had devoured her, leaving nothing but an awful hollow.
What would happen when there was nothing left to take?
The bell over the 1MC had summoned students to the galley, leaving the training room gloriously empty. Missing meals was stupid at best, deadly at worst, but the thought of food was enough to make Kalyani nauseous. Better that she burn out than puke on her boots in front of the students. At least she could ride out the agony of her nodules going cold in the privacy of her room, away from the scores of ever-watching, ever-hateful eyes.
A light flickered overhead. The electric whine shattered the stillness of the room. Without students, the room seemed impossibly large. Heavy bags and blocks were stacked neatly to one side, awaiting another day of telekinetic abuse. The barres lining a wall looked less cold, like they could be almost used for art, as if there were room for softness here.
Biotics were the closest thing to art that Jump Zero would ever know. Kalyani took a steadying breath and willed the world to fall away. All that mattered was the rush as she flared a barrier, moving through her mnemonics.
If there was anywhere in this station she could center herself, it was here. It should have been easy to sink into the familiar rhythm of her biotics and lose herself. She should have been able to breathe without trouble, to steady herself. The station had taken everything else from her, but they’d never been able to strip the joy from the eezo burning in her veins before. Biotics had always been her haven.
We’re gonna die here, aren’t we?
She kept coming back to that fucking question. No matter how she tried to ignore it, it burned in the deepest corners of her brain. The pulses of her implants did little to silence the whisper. It needed an answer. It would accept nothing less.
Her concentration faltered and her barrier stuttered before extinguishing in a flicker of silver light. Kalyani swore, brows knitted together in frustration.
Again danced mockingly through her head. She obeyed, but her thoughts refused to clear, and the barrier once again dissipated.
That Kalyani didn’t scream was a blessing.
“Well, you look like shit.”
The voice that shattered the quiet was thoroughly unwelcome. Smooth and crisp, it made Kalyani stiffen. For several moments she refused to look at him. Her heart beat so violently she thought her ribs might break under the pressure.
“Your input is appreciated, Brooks,” Kalyani managed to say in a bland voice. She finally turned to face him. They were of a height, but he somehow managed to look like a proper Instructor, clad in blue. Maybe it was the sharp gleam in his pale eyes when practise turned vicious, the way he always seemed coiled to strike.
“I live to serve,” the laughter in his voice made Kalyani’s skin crawl. She stepped back as he approached, hands in his pockets, as if that made him less dangerous. “Come on, Madan, cheer up. It’s not all bad; might even be fun, if you let it.”
“I seriously doubt that,” Kalyani pursed her lips as Brooks drew even with her, desperate to hold her ground.
“Well, at the very least, don’t go about embarrassing the rest of us, yeah? This whole wounded puppy thing doesn’t exactly command respect,” Brooks spoke casually, sounding almost friendly. He shrugged his shoulders. “You should probably get your shit together. Have you even started yet?”
“Perhaps you should worry about yourself,” Kalyani managed to look him in the eye, even as her pulse fluttered anxiously. Her voice sounded much more even than she felt. Brooks snorted dismissively.
“Right, fuck me for trying to help then. Don’t come crying to me when you fuck it all up.”
“I’ll be sure to remember that.”
Bells rang over the 1MC, heralding the end of the meal period and the pending muster. Kalyani turned away from Brooks, lips pursed into a thin line.
Muster, Kalyani realised, would be awful in a way it had never been before. Last week, she’d at least been a student at Step Nine, had been able to hide in a sea of faces.
Today, she would have to stand on the other side of the whip.
No more hiding.
What would happen when there was nothing left to take?
The bell over the 1MC had summoned students to the galley, leaving the training room gloriously empty. Missing meals was stupid at best, deadly at worst, but the thought of food was enough to make Kalyani nauseous. Better that she burn out than puke on her boots in front of the students. At least she could ride out the agony of her nodules going cold in the privacy of her room, away from the scores of ever-watching, ever-hateful eyes.
A light flickered overhead. The electric whine shattered the stillness of the room. Without students, the room seemed impossibly large. Heavy bags and blocks were stacked neatly to one side, awaiting another day of telekinetic abuse. The barres lining a wall looked less cold, like they could be almost used for art, as if there were room for softness here.
Biotics were the closest thing to art that Jump Zero would ever know. Kalyani took a steadying breath and willed the world to fall away. All that mattered was the rush as she flared a barrier, moving through her mnemonics.
If there was anywhere in this station she could center herself, it was here. It should have been easy to sink into the familiar rhythm of her biotics and lose herself. She should have been able to breathe without trouble, to steady herself. The station had taken everything else from her, but they’d never been able to strip the joy from the eezo burning in her veins before. Biotics had always been her haven.
We’re gonna die here, aren’t we?
She kept coming back to that fucking question. No matter how she tried to ignore it, it burned in the deepest corners of her brain. The pulses of her implants did little to silence the whisper. It needed an answer. It would accept nothing less.
Her concentration faltered and her barrier stuttered before extinguishing in a flicker of silver light. Kalyani swore, brows knitted together in frustration.
Again danced mockingly through her head. She obeyed, but her thoughts refused to clear, and the barrier once again dissipated.
That Kalyani didn’t scream was a blessing.
“Well, you look like shit.”
The voice that shattered the quiet was thoroughly unwelcome. Smooth and crisp, it made Kalyani stiffen. For several moments she refused to look at him. Her heart beat so violently she thought her ribs might break under the pressure.
“Your input is appreciated, Brooks,” Kalyani managed to say in a bland voice. She finally turned to face him. They were of a height, but he somehow managed to look like a proper Instructor, clad in blue. Maybe it was the sharp gleam in his pale eyes when practise turned vicious, the way he always seemed coiled to strike.
“I live to serve,” the laughter in his voice made Kalyani’s skin crawl. She stepped back as he approached, hands in his pockets, as if that made him less dangerous. “Come on, Madan, cheer up. It’s not all bad; might even be fun, if you let it.”
“I seriously doubt that,” Kalyani pursed her lips as Brooks drew even with her, desperate to hold her ground.
“Well, at the very least, don’t go about embarrassing the rest of us, yeah? This whole wounded puppy thing doesn’t exactly command respect,” Brooks spoke casually, sounding almost friendly. He shrugged his shoulders. “You should probably get your shit together. Have you even started yet?”
“Perhaps you should worry about yourself,” Kalyani managed to look him in the eye, even as her pulse fluttered anxiously. Her voice sounded much more even than she felt. Brooks snorted dismissively.
“Right, fuck me for trying to help then. Don’t come crying to me when you fuck it all up.”
“I’ll be sure to remember that.”
Bells rang over the 1MC, heralding the end of the meal period and the pending muster. Kalyani turned away from Brooks, lips pursed into a thin line.
Muster, Kalyani realised, would be awful in a way it had never been before. Last week, she’d at least been a student at Step Nine, had been able to hide in a sea of faces.
Today, she would have to stand on the other side of the whip.
No more hiding.
Right?! I love writing her she's such a piece of shit haha
Awww yissssss <3
Pucey, Katie realized, was going to be terribly obnoxious about this. He was clearly trying to get them all to be friends. Katie pulled a face at him as he slung an arm across her shoulders. Of the three, she was the shortest. Pucey only had a couple of inches on her, but Flint easily stood a head taller than her. It pissed her off, irrationally she knew, but still. It was desperately unfair. Marcus had apparently hit another growth spurt since leaving Hogwarts, and Quidditch had clearly done him great favors for his physique. And he'd gotten his fucking teeth fixed. If he hadn't still possessed that arrogant, douchey attitude, she might not have recognized him. He was definitely not attractive though, she reassured herself. Definitely not.
It was still fucking rude of him to have upgraded from troll status. He had the audacity to have grown into a man. Katie still got mistaken for a Hogwarts student sometimes, short and petite as she was. Although training with the Falcons had given her strength, she was often dwarfed by other players. Fenrir had commented that she had a seeker's build, but admitted that she made a better chaser after seeing her play. She loved being in the thick of things, fighting every bit as viciously as her teammates.
Sometimes Katie wondered if the cursed necklace had stunted whatever growing she'd had left to do those three awful years ago. Maybe she would have been taller, would have looked older by now, would be taken more seriously. So many people underestimated her. It pissed her off.
One thing that she did know--her fucking leg wouldn't hurt all the damn time if Draco Fucking Malfoy hadn't nearly killed her with his stupid fucking necklace. That he wasn't in Azkaban still pissed her off. He'd used an Unforgivable on her, had stolen her free will to try and kill Albus Dumbledore, had nearly killed her, had nearly ruined her dreams of Quidditch. She wanted nothing more than to hex him six ways to next Tuesday. Or punch him. Definitely punch him.
Pucey's voice derailed Katie's maudlin train of thought. The scowl twisting her features faded slightly as she looked up at her friend. It still felt weird sometimes, thinking of Pucey as a mate. He'd never been too horrible to her in school, or on the pitch, but he'd been a Slytherin and they'd kept to their own back in those days.
"Well," she purred, batting her eyelashes as over-exaggeratedly as she could manage, "Since you're asking, Pucey-Poo, how could I say no?"
Pucey's bark of laughter made her lips curve into a shit-eating grin. She liked that about him--he gave her shit, but he could take it in return. There was no malice in his teasing, no resentment. Not for her, at least. She'd seen him rip people to shreds before, always with a charming smile on his face. She'd asked him about it, once, when they'd had a little too much fire whiskey after a long night of practise. You're one of mine, he'd said, giving her a strange look, like this was as obvious as the sun. Everyone else can fuck right off.
"Be still my heart," Pucey mock swooned, forcing Flint and her to support his weight for a moment. Katie made a sound of annoyance, forcing the blond idiot back to his feet, but she was grinning brightly. "Don't do that to me, it's unfair. You know I can't resist you."
"Shut it, you twat," Katie rolled her eyes, pushing away from him. Pucey rolled his head over to look up at Flint, his most charming grin in place.
"Well, that's settled. C'mon, lets get these contracts signed so we can make this celebration official. Leaky Cauldron at seven?" He looked back to Katie, who waved a hand almost dismissively.
"I'll be there. For now, I need to wash your stink off of me, you disgusting git."
"Ooh, I like it when you talk dirty to me," Pucey was laughing again, steering Flint off to the cheery sound of Katie's "fuck you!"
It was still fucking rude of him to have upgraded from troll status. He had the audacity to have grown into a man. Katie still got mistaken for a Hogwarts student sometimes, short and petite as she was. Although training with the Falcons had given her strength, she was often dwarfed by other players. Fenrir had commented that she had a seeker's build, but admitted that she made a better chaser after seeing her play. She loved being in the thick of things, fighting every bit as viciously as her teammates.
Sometimes Katie wondered if the cursed necklace had stunted whatever growing she'd had left to do those three awful years ago. Maybe she would have been taller, would have looked older by now, would be taken more seriously. So many people underestimated her. It pissed her off.
One thing that she did know--her fucking leg wouldn't hurt all the damn time if Draco Fucking Malfoy hadn't nearly killed her with his stupid fucking necklace. That he wasn't in Azkaban still pissed her off. He'd used an Unforgivable on her, had stolen her free will to try and kill Albus Dumbledore, had nearly killed her, had nearly ruined her dreams of Quidditch. She wanted nothing more than to hex him six ways to next Tuesday. Or punch him. Definitely punch him.
Pucey's voice derailed Katie's maudlin train of thought. The scowl twisting her features faded slightly as she looked up at her friend. It still felt weird sometimes, thinking of Pucey as a mate. He'd never been too horrible to her in school, or on the pitch, but he'd been a Slytherin and they'd kept to their own back in those days.
"Well," she purred, batting her eyelashes as over-exaggeratedly as she could manage, "Since you're asking, Pucey-Poo, how could I say no?"
Pucey's bark of laughter made her lips curve into a shit-eating grin. She liked that about him--he gave her shit, but he could take it in return. There was no malice in his teasing, no resentment. Not for her, at least. She'd seen him rip people to shreds before, always with a charming smile on his face. She'd asked him about it, once, when they'd had a little too much fire whiskey after a long night of practise. You're one of mine, he'd said, giving her a strange look, like this was as obvious as the sun. Everyone else can fuck right off.
"Be still my heart," Pucey mock swooned, forcing Flint and her to support his weight for a moment. Katie made a sound of annoyance, forcing the blond idiot back to his feet, but she was grinning brightly. "Don't do that to me, it's unfair. You know I can't resist you."
"Shut it, you twat," Katie rolled her eyes, pushing away from him. Pucey rolled his head over to look up at Flint, his most charming grin in place.
"Well, that's settled. C'mon, lets get these contracts signed so we can make this celebration official. Leaky Cauldron at seven?" He looked back to Katie, who waved a hand almost dismissively.
"I'll be there. For now, I need to wash your stink off of me, you disgusting git."
"Ooh, I like it when you talk dirty to me," Pucey was laughing again, steering Flint off to the cheery sound of Katie's "fuck you!"
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Booooooop.
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Pffffft. Stop with your logic.
Also, wheee! coming back from hiatus right at the start of NaNoWriMo was real dumb. My wrists, they ache!!
Also, wheee! coming back from hiatus right at the start of NaNoWriMo was real dumb. My wrists, they ache!!
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I don't know if I even have the app downloaded on my phone or tablet atm...oops >.>
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