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“Why do cats knock things off tables?” Was the first question asked when the domestic cat became sentient or rather capable of speech.
The answers differ from cat to cat and region to region but one answer caught my fancy, it was from a black cat in a foggy forest.
“I've heard you asking about why cat knock things off tables. Well, it ties in with a cat sitting in any container they find.
In ancient times, a cat djinn boasted about being able to fit in anything. Eventually, they were challenged to fit within a vial. Proudly, the cat djinn squeezed in, and the challenger corked the vial on the djinn. Somehow, the container became lost, and now every cat seeks to release the cat djinn.”
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Kanan's theme pops up in Ahsoka and I made a video to show when it does.
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“You think the werewolf is the scariest one here?”
“Well yeah, werewolf, duh.”
“No, she's actually the third scariest one here at the moment.”
“Who's scarier then?”
“Well aside from her, I am scarier as a lich but the top spot belongs to another.”
“And whom would that be?”
“Saying would only turn me into barbecue, and that's all the clue I can grant you.”
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“Congratulations, you've won, Empress Mother,” Flint said, stepping down from the dias.
The Empress stepped up and sat on the Dragon Throne. “It was much closer than it should have been, Mr Flint.”
“Yes, but not as close as it could have been, you reminded people why you're the Empress Mother and Sword Goddess and I'm merely a captain.” Flint bowed, removing his wide brimmed hat with a flourish.
“Now, the rest of our wager?” Her tone was firm and respectful but a hint of annoyance at reminding him of it.
“Of course, the return of Serenity Tempest and Tallow Black.” As he spoke Flint produced a case about three feet in length and a foot wide, and only a few inches deep. He opened it to the Empress displaying the two swords inside, one black as a starless, moonless night, the other white as snow with a blade clear as ice.
The Empress lifted the black Sword first and after examining it, stood and tested it with a sequence of moves. The black blade seemed to be a void, absorbing the light. When satisfied she returned it to the case and examined the white sword, in her hand
lightning crackled through the crystal like blade. With a flick of her wrist the sword opened a portal to an observation deck with a view of a nebula storm.
“Time for you to return to your ship, The Old Friend, Captain Flint,” the Empress nodded to the portal and observation beyond.
“You don't need the sword to open these,” Flint commented from the otherside.
“Old habits, Captain Flint,” the Empress smirked, slashing the portal closed with Serenity Tempest.
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Video game heroine 4 had a date with random orc npc 45. Unfortunately it was that orc that delivered the killing blow with the save checkpoint in sight.
Both apologized to the other after the game session was done for the day but the date didn't go well.
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"Now, where to start?" Rain pondered, looking at the blank page in the typewriter. "A galaxy far far away? A dark and stormy night? A hole in the ground?" The keys clicked rhythmically. "Ah yes, a dragon saw a girl working the field of her family farm."
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There he heard it again, a sound that he had been searching for since he was young, now he was older and the memories came back.
"You, you were here, you brought me home from this place" he turned to his escort. His escort was a woman in cutoffs and a crop-top t-shirt, her raven black hair pulled into a ponytail and her emerald green eyes seemed aglow.
"Yes," Rain answered softly "you couldn't stay then but now, now you can if you wish."
"Thank you but why?" The man asked, happy tears starting down his aged cheeks.
"Last gift" Rain said and was gone.
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“Sometimes, when Qui-Gon considers it, he is awed by his student’s steadfastness. Every person Obi-Wan ever truly loved – Anakin, Satine, Padmé, and Qui-Gon himself – came to a terrible end. Three of them died before his eyes; the other fell to a fate so bleak that death would’ve been a gift. The Jedi Order that provided the entire framework for Obi-Wan’s life was consumed by betrayal and slaughter. Every step of this long, unfulfilling journey is one Obi-Wan had to take alone…and yet he never faltered. As the rest of the galaxy burned, his path remained true. It is the kind of victory that most people never recognize and yet the bedrock all goodness is built upon.”
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Rain pinned the spinning gold coin to the desk with a ruler, carefully she scooped it up on the end to examine.
“My dad gave it to me on my eighteenth birthday, he said it should have been mine sooner but his mother made that difficult,” a young man stated as he watched Rain examine the coin on the ruler. While his lineage was very wealthy, he was raised middle class. His intelligence impressed Rain so she sponsored him in his collegiate endeavors, she was his guidance counselor and that's all he knew of her aside from a collection of antique oddities.
“He included some odd instructions regarding how the coin was to be used….why aren't you touching it?” He finally asked, seeing her looking at it held in a pair of small tongs, or large forceps.
“Because it's dragon gold and seals a contract between your family and the dragon. My touching it would upset the contract almost as bad as your father's mother nearly did,” Rain waved to some tabloids and well respected newspapers with articles about a scandal that nearly bankrupted a company until a few days ago. “Such pacts are rare but can go for generations. There is a price, usually paid by the last in the family line.”
“That doesn't sound like an explanation,” the young man slumped in the chair.
“Fine, I'm the half-blood daughter of a dragon,” a low growl filled the office, “and dragons rarely get along.” She placed the coin in the boy's hand quickly. “Now, you have two dragons interested in your fate, that one came first,” she nodded to the coin, “so I think it's time I step back and let your family friend take over your care.”
“But what if I have more questions?” The young man asked as he pocketed the coin.
“I'll be here, though I doubt you will need my services.”
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You’ve been sentenced to 400 years for multiple murders. It’s been 399 years and your jailers are starting to get nervous.
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#cupofmagic#preposterousrp#landsoffthemap#writers#writing prompts#writers on tumblr#writing inspiration
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“Is your transformation science or dark magic?” Rain asked passing the man a beach robe. She had a playful look in her emerald eyes but quickly shook it off in favor of a stern business look.
The man had a slight build and was half a foot taller than Rain. He had a bookish look about his face, like most alchemists and wizards. His arms and legs were spindly. He was clean shaven and past due for a haircut.
“Science” he answered after tying the robe belt and turning around. “Why did you include dark magic in the question?”
“It looked painful and your clothes were shredded, that's either science or dark magic. Light or good magic is kinder on you and your wardrobe.” Rain added seeing the familiar curious look in his eyes.
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"He came from the sea, in the storm," the girl squeaked, shaking from terror, "unseen except in the flashes of lightning, and only after he was standing on the beach. The wards the marquis had placed by his witches were useless, they didn't stop the visitor." taking a shuddering breath she continued, "they did keep the marquis from fleeing. What kind of vampire scares another vampire that much?"
"A vampire Lord," Rain answered. "Too theatrical for Lockheart."
"So we think," Anne chimed as she offered the girl a drink.
The girl took the drink and sipped, it seemed to calm her nerves. Now she looked at the two women. Anne was a tall strawberry blonde, wearing tavern clothes, a white tunic, black skirt and red vest with an apron. Rain was shorter than Anne by several inches, also wearing tavern clothes, but with a green vest and apron. In contrast to Anne's curly strawberry blonde, Rain had raven black hair that reached just past her shoulders.
Something was off about both women, it wasn't the emerald green eyes of Rain or the blue and gold eyes of Anne, there was something else about them.
Rain took the girl's callused hands and looked them over, "what do you grow on the island?"
"Does that matter?" Anne asked, tilting her head. The girl's eyes were drawn to Anne's teeth, they were human but not exactly. "Continue on if you would," Anne encouraged with a nod and sweet smile.
"Right," the girl nodded nervously, "the marquis was trapped and had me and two others with him. As the dark man approached he, the marquis, offered us as a tribute. That seemed to anger the man, his blue eyes flashed and lightning such rapid succession I I only heard a sound like when someone runs a finger on crystal. After that another man approached, in black like the first but his cloak blended into the darkness of the storm, the marquis looked between the men with terror and realization."
"The second man sounds like Lockheart, the first man, Rain, any idea?" Anne asked, looking over.
"A couple, but one really sticks out," Rain answered, biting her thumb in thought. “It sounds like Flint paid a visit to this island,” Rain finally said sitting in the sand of the beach.
“Flint? I’m not sure I’m familiar with that one, who is he?” Anne sat in the sand next to Rain. The girl sat as well though both women were talking in a foreign language for all she knew, vampire lords and theatrics, she let out a huff.
“Captain Flint actually, his proper name guarded like a fae name, he’s a thunder god, and a powerful one, possibly as powerful as Zeus. Anyway, his presence explains the storm, and the thunderbolts that nearly deafened you,” Rain, nodded to the girl. “Did the marquis survive the encounter?”
“Non,” the girl answered, “he looked to be suddenly in pain and then, well, gone, just a heavy gold necklace in the sand. There was another thunder blast and your Captain Flint was gone as well.”
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