 The light dusting of snow that had fallen during the night frosted the walkways and rooftops throughout the Wheatstone Waterways with a fresh unblemished sparkle. The snow was so powdery and light, in fact, that Emerson Lighthouse was using nothing more than a broom to sweep clear the steps of his house next to the clock. He was just... |
 Gadget sat on the roof of the <13 Club Headquarters and stared out across the town. The sense of collective relief was palpable. The grinding hum and clatter of normal life in the city had returned, along with the echoes of revellers enjoying the festive cheer. With Moriarty imprisoned within Unit #8 downstairs, Gadget knew he had settled one dept to the town that he had felt ever... |
 "And so it ends. The Van Creed factory in ruins, Moriarty is dead sort of, and the canisters are gone." He sat in the graveyard in quiet contemplation, listening to the soft sounds through the snow of the city as asleep as it ever bothers to be. So many parallels to his past had come up in the past couple of months, events repeated, figures he'd known before ressurected in the same... |
 Early in the evening before the crowd of regulars typically arrived Sky sat on the dirty floor of ‘Cuffs with opened wooden boxes scattered around her. She took her time to carefully inspect the contents of each box as she continued her conversation with Scottie and Junie, “I just cannot imagine that tasting good. Espresso and absinthe?!” Scottie chuckled as he shook a large green... |
 Felisa stood on the fringes of the dance floor, watching the others--urchins and a few adults--gyrating; it put her in mind of the occasional celebrations the Folk had when catnip was ingested. She was learning to enjoy human music more and more, though, so after a while, she made her own attempt at dancing. She broke off after a while, when food was set out. Though several... |
 I lay my rug down upon the snows of the grave yard. Tired I am with the burden that I carry but I have one duty to perform. Giri has its requirements as does faith. Great are the trials but satisfying are the rewards... I compose myself to quiet and send the invocation... "Tried has the city been and tested have been the citizens. Dark was the time and tired was the soul.... |
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Felisa waited at the edge of the northern woods all afternoon, looking across the plain toward New Babbage, wondering what she would see. Her siblings and friends who had stuck with her in the city now huddled around her, helping to keep her warm as she waited. Finally, as evening began to darken the skies above, she sat up, staring. "There," she said to the others. A... |
 Unit #6 helped remove the burnt out prototype shoulder cannon from the clockwork unicorn, the mechanism burnt beyond repair by Jason Moriarty during the recent events at the Van Creed building... Unit #6 inspected the damage, "It... is... amazing... you... were... not... more... severely... damaged...". Avariel shook her head, "I think my ears are still ringing from the... |
 ((My small part in tieing up the loose ends of the timelock side of the Dark Aether)) It had been two months. Two months of standing in the shadows simply, observing. The ruling of the council not to directly intervene didnt stop some timelords in the city trying their hardest to avert the course of the timeline, but, time itself moves for no one. As the last embers... |
 “Starboard engine lost!” came the Prussian’s slightly metallic voice over the tube. The airship was forced several hundred meters backward, flexing dangerously as it went. Every loose item in the cabin flew through the air, and impacted bulkheads and decks, fortunately not wounding any of the crew. “Port envelope is losing pressure.” |
 It didn't take long to find what they were looking for in the skies...soon after take off they saw it...a glowing orb with what appeared to be a child in the center...physically at least. It was more than that on other levels and when Gadget flew close Arnold caught it gently in his hands...he could feel the warmth and light of it...he felt less stressed than he had in his entire life... |
Arnold arrived at the power station sometime around twelve and waited for the rest of them to get there. He'd read to be there at one, and he managed to correct something which he needed to do before they started. He updated the recording that he had left inside of Miss Avariel in the case of his death. It would no longer be "I! HATE! THIS! CITY!"... |
