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“Oh hello there, you alright? Can I help you?” The King asked, he had only just arrived in this time period recently. At some point he intended to hunt down his Nobody and stop him from erasing himself from existence. For now, take in the past sights. Now he met a pretty women who’s past was tragic. He’d sensed it in that instant.
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💕 EXO Heart | Everything 💕
Get To Know Heart 💕
Get To Know Her Gang 💕
The Road To Becoming K-pop's Ace and Face, Heart 💕
The Relationship Between Heart and 💕
EXO 💕 SuperM 💕 In The Company 💕 In The Industry 💕
Heart's Role In EXO: On and Off-Camera 💕
The Relationship Between Heart and Friends 💕
Moon 🌕 Theia 🐳 Lux ✨ Reign 🩰 Dove 🕊️ Pearl 🦩
Iconic Heart Moments 💕
Performance 💕 Variety Shows💕 VLives 💕 Fan Interactions💕 Quotes 💕 Interactions 💕 Concerts 💕 Award Shows 💕
Fanboys and Fangirls Of Heart 💕
Just Heart Things 💕
Heart And Her Many Names 💕
What Does The World Think Of Heart 💕
What Heart's Family Dynamics Looks Like 💕
What Heart's Discography Looks Like 💕
What Heart's Filmography Looks Like 💕
Heart and Her Fashion Choices 💕
Heart and Her L-Heartbeats 💕
Hypotheticals 💕
What If Heart and Jungkook Dated 🐰💕 What If Heart and Sehun Dated 🐥💕 What If Heart and Kai Dated 🐻💕
Promotional Appearances 💕
EXO's Showtime 💕 Travel The World on EXO's Ladder Season 2 💕 Knowing Brothers Episode 85 💕 Knowing Brothers Episode 159 💕 Knowing Brothers Episode 208 💕 JYP's Party People 💕 EXO Arcade 💕
Heart Tells Us About Her First Times 💕 Heart Answers The Web's Most Searched Questions 💕 73 Questions With Heart 💕
Fan-favourite Moments of Heart and The Members 💕
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yongheart 💕 tenheart 💕 markheart 💕 heartcas 💕 reignheart 💕 luxheart 💕
Fan-favourite Moments of Heart and Her Friends 💕
Every Reason To Ship Heart and Her Boyfriend 💕
Heart to Heart, With Heart and 💕
Heart-a-tag 💕
In My Bag 💕 In My Room 💕 In My Home 💕 In My Phone 💕 In My Contacts 💕
An EXO Tradition 💕
Hoist Her Up On Your Shoulders 💕 Rubbing Their Bald Heads 💕 EXO Planet's On Fire, But Here's a Selfie For You Clowns 💕
Heart and Her Media Presence Over The Years 💕
Heart and Her Stories Through The Years 💕
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@reignhearted
“... Get some rest now, alright? You'll be ok, I'll be sure of it.”
When would this war end? The more battles that were fought, the more lives were lost or injured. As of lately, this seemed to be the main thing occupying the doctress’s mind, despite the attempts to try and push it out. Thinking so negatively never was good for one’s health, after all.
A small sigh passed the female’s lips as she soon exited the patient’s room, before momentarily leaning against the door once it was closed while her eyes closed. Had she kept them open, she would have noticed the tall, dark-haired male that had approached her. So it wasn't a surprise that Asiya had jumped a bit when she heard someone calling out to her.
“Ah... P-Please forgive me, Sir. I did not hear you coming...” She couldn't help but note to herself how good-looking he was, but that was kept as a thought as the doctress spoke once more. “Did you require something from me..?”
#{verse: assisting the crowned prince. the fight for a better future}#{reignhearted: Amir}#{reignhearted:01}#{the doctor's appointments: closed rp}
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The Reignhearts, an Excerpt
Tiranis is a world of humans and furries, of super science and superpowers, of ordinary people and extraordinary ones.
The Reignhearts are Walter, Richard, and Samuel, three generations of doctors dealing with issues in their social, professional and romantic lives.
This excerpt is about 2000 words of 8000 and introduces Samuel, the youngest of the three as he deals with a patient who has an unusual problem.
If you're interested in resting the rest, and find out more about Samuel, as well as his father, Richard and Grandfather Walter, you can join my Patreon here : https://www.patreon.com/kindar and for only 1$ you'll get to read the entirety of this story, as well as Connors story, which was posted over the previous three months.
The Reignhearts
Samuel lifted the young iguana and gently sat him on the examination bed. The file said his name was Allan Yuri, and that he was twelve years old. His parents had brought him to the emergency room because of persistent stomach aches. They were seated by the door, looking worried.
“How long has it hurt?” the lion asked the young man as he did a visual check of his patient’s eyes and ears.
Allan shrugged. “For a while.” He had his arms over his stomach, and his face was pained.
“He began complaining about his stomach just before lunch,” his father said. He gripped his wife’s hand tightly.
Samuel glanced at the clock, it was four thirty-five. They’d come in just before his shift was about to end. He hadn’t minded. Not only didn’t he have any kind of seniority, being in his first year of residency, but he didn’t want to be one of those doctors who cared more about the use of his time than the care of the patients.
“So Allan has been in pain for close to five hours?”
Allan’s father nodded, and his mother opened her mouth to add something, but a loud gurgle came from their son.
“Oh Lord,” Allan groaned as he bent over. “I’m going to be sick.”
Years of experiences dealing with surprise attacks allowed Samuel to jump out of the way of the fiery vomit Allan expelled. It spread on the floor into a puddle of dancing flames.
He did a quick check of his smock, to make sure none of the splatters had landed on it. He grabbed the fire extinguisher off the side of the cabinet and doused the flames.
Once the flames died away, he looked at Allan, who was looking back at him, horrified. “How do you feel now?” Samuel asked.
Surprise lit his face, and he carefully pressed on his stomach. “Better.” His green skin was still a little pale, but the color was returning.
Samuel went down to one knee and looked at eh clear puddle. He looked up at his patient and smiled. “Well, now we know what’s been upsetting your stomach.”
Allan started sniffling, And the lion stood.
“Hey, it’s okay. This isn’t something to cry about. There isn’t anything wrong with you, you’re just coming into your power.” He pulled the stool closer and sat on it. The bottom of the legs had been blackened by the flames. “Looks like you get the breath fire. That’s pretty cool.”
“It is?” Allan asked, not sounding sure.
“Yes. You know about the Blue Dragon, right?”
The iguana nodded. Every kid knew about him, even if he predated even Samuel. He had been a komodo dragon who’d lived and protected Tiranis back in the early six hundreds. He’d died a few years before Samuel was born.
His estate had sold the rights to his name and image to an animation company, and the show they’d made had become quite popular among kids Allan’s age. They’d set the Dragon’s adventures in the fictional city of New Angeles, where he fought monsters, aliens, sorcerers and others powered people. He fought mainly using martial arts, but he could also breathe fire.
“He’s pretty cool, right?”
Allan nodded and tried to stop a sniffle. Samuel grabbed a few tissue from the box on the shelf and handed them to the young iguana. While he blew his nose, Samuel looked to his parents.
“Is there a history of powers in your family?”
“Not that I know of,” Allan’s father said.
His mother looked uncertain. “My great aunt claimed she could see the future, but no one ever took her seriously.”
Samuel nodded, and some of his mane fell in his eyes. He brushed it aside. It was getting long enough to bother him, but it was still too short for it to stay tied back. He took the elastic off the short tail he’d made of his mane and redid it.
“Alright, Allan. We’re going to test a few things, okay?”
The young iguana nodded.
Samuel took a candle and lit it. He held it between the two of them. “I want you to move your hand close and stop when you start feeling the heat.”
Allan nodded again and moved his hand. He stopped it when it was about a foot away.”
“Now, keep going until it’s too hot, and pull it away.”
Allan made it to three inches from the flame before moving his hand away.
“Yep,” Samuel said, “you’re going to be fire proof.”
Allan’s eyes lit up, and he stared at his hand.
“Are you sure?” his mother asked.
“Pretty much. Every fire based power I know of is also resistant to fire.” Samuel had Allan pull his tongue out, and he studied the inside of his mouth. “Mister Yuri, can you turn off the light?” The examination room became completely dark, which let the lion see the faint red glow at the back of the iguana’s throat. The origin was a little further down his throat. “You can switch them back on.”
“Is Allan going to be okay?” His father asked.
“Yeah, he’ll be okay. If you want, I can schedule a few more tests, as well as a few scans, but I can tell you what they’re going to reveal. Allan is developing a new gland in his throat, probably close to the sphincter between the esophagus and the stomach.” Allan snickered at the word ‘sphincter.’ “It secretes the flammable stuff he threw up. He already had a heat spot, which is why it ignited. That’s a little uncommon. Usually, it forms after the fire breather can control the expulsion of the liquid. It does confirm he’s going to be fire proof, his throat and mouth already are.”
He grabbed the tablet off the desk and typed on it. “The problem right now is that the—” Samuel paused, trying to find another word to use, but couldn’t. “—the sphincter—” Allan snickered again. “—doesn’t fully close right now, and the liquid drips in his stomach.”
“What can we do?”
“There’s nothing that can be done to speed up who it will firm up, and Allan will gain control over it. Until that happens, I’d recommend you buy an aluminum bucket, one with a triple thickness, and keep it handy. Until he does gain control, there will be accidental fire breathing. As he gains control, the stomach issue will go away. Based on what I know, I’d say that within three months everything should be settled, so if he still has an upset stomach problem, come back, and we’ll run a few extra tests.”
Samuel reached back and grabbed the paper the printer spit out and handed it to Allan’s mother. “This is for Allan’s principal. Go with him tomorrow to make sure there isn’t any miscommunication. It basically explains what’s happening to Allan, and that because of it, he will have to leave the classroom at a moment’s notice. He can’t afford to wait for a teacher’s permission. His teachers need to warned. If they hold him up, there could be a repeat of what just happened. I don’t think a classroom full of children will react to it as calmly as we did.”
He turned to Allan and clasped him on the shoulders. “Now, young man, I need you to remember that his power has to be handled responsibly. I know you’re going to be tempted to leave class anytime you want, but if you do, your teachers are going to stop respecting the danger holding you up can cause. It’s your power, so you need to handle it with care. Do you understand?”
Allan nodded enthusiastically.
“Good. Anytime you feel your stomach starting to get upset I want you to go to the bathroom, half fill a sink with water and make yourself throw up in it.”
Allan made a face.
“I know, it isn’t pleasant, but if you do that, you won’t accidentally throw up when there are people around.”
“Doesn’t he risk setting something in the bathroom on fire?”
“That’s why the sink needs to have water in it. The liquid he secretes is heavier, so it’s going to sink, extinguishing the fire. Like I said, it will go away on its own. Then it’ll just be a question of Allan learning how to expel it when he wants.” Samuel stopped, then thought of something. “You’ll want him to practice that outside, and away from anything flammable.”
The lion stood and picked Allan up, depositing him before his parents. He opened the door and held it for them. “Just go to the service desk, they’ll have the insurance papers ready for you to sign.”
As they headed for the counter, a call sounded over the loudspeaker about a heart attack in 209. Samuel ignored it and turned back inside the examination room. One of the on duty trauma teams would answer it. Now that he was off duty, he wasn’t required to respond to general calls, only when he was requested directly.
He grabbed a cotton swab from the dispenser and ran one end in the liquid, then brought it to his nose. The only smells were those of stomach content. No alcohol or benzine type smells. He wondered what the accelerant was.
He placed it in a plastic bag and pocketed it. Next time he was off he’d drop by Rondo’s place, and she could work out the chemical composition, and she could add that to her Powered accelerant collection.
He left the room, and locked it, adding the code to take it out of the rotation. He looked around at the large waiting room. It was half full of people, Furred and human alike, waiting for a doctor to become free. He felt a pang of regret at not staying to see another one, but he’d been warned against overreaching. Exhaustion had killed more than one patient and one doctor’s career.
He went looking for Charlie, and found her next to the radioscopy rooms, scrubbing a strong smelling disinfectant on the hall wall. He waited until she turned and noticed him. Surprising her was not a good idea. She might be a petite human, but she could swing a mean mop, on, in this case, a bucket of detergent. She nodded to him.
“When you have the time, Charlie, there’s a mess to clean up in examination room three. You’ll want to be careful, it’s combustible.”
“You spilled rubbing alcohol?”
“No, I had a kid with emerging power?”
“I’ll take care of it.”
“Thanks.” He left her and headed for the elevators.
“Doctor Reignheart,” a nurse at the station called, just a group of orderlies and two doctors pulled a gurney toward him and the elevators. Samuel stepped out of their way, all he was of the patient as they entered the already opened doors, was a lot of blood.
“Yes Helen?” she asked when they’d gone by.
“Do you have the time to look at a patient’s file?”
“Is it urgent?” Samuel pressed the call button, and a door opened. “Can it wait until after I’ve looked in on my patient in 308?”
She looked at it. “I suppose it can.”
Samuel stepped into the elevator. “Good, I’ll be back in a few then.”
“Wait!” she called, as the doors closed. “308 isn’t your patient!”
Samuel smiled to himself as the elevator moved up.
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The Reignhearts, An Excerpt
Tiranis is a world of humans and furries, of super science and superpowers, of ordinary people and extraordinary ones.
The Reignhearts are Walter, Richard, and Samuel, three generations of doctors dealing with issues in their social, professional and romantic lives.
This excerpt is about 2000 words of 8000 and introduces Samuel, the youngest of the three as he deals with a patient who has an unusual problem.
If you're interested in resting the rest, and find out more about Samuel, as well as his father, Richard and Grandfather Walter, you can join my Patreon here : https://www.patreon.com/kindar and for only 1$ you'll get to read the entirety of this story, as well as Connors story, which was posted over the previous three months.
The Reignhearts
Samuel lifted the young iguana and gently sat him on the examination bed. The file said his name was Allan Yuri, and that he was twelve years old. His parents had brought him to the emergency room because of persistent stomach aches. They were seated by the door, looking worried.
“How long has it hurt?” the lion asked the young man as he did a visual check of his patient’s eyes and ears.
Allan shrugged. “For a while.” He had his arms over his stomach, and his face was pained.
“He began complaining about his stomach just before lunch,” his father said. He gripped his wife’s hand tightly.
Samuel glanced at the clock, it was four thirty-five. They’d come in just before his shift was about to end. He hadn’t minded. Not only didn’t he have any kind of seniority, being in his first year of residency, but he didn’t want to be one of those doctors who cared more about the use of his time than the care of the patients.
“So Allan has been in pain for close to five hours?”
Allan’s father nodded, and his mother opened her mouth to add something, but a loud gurgle came from their son.
“Oh Lord,” Allan groaned as he bent over. “I’m going to be sick.”
Years of experiences dealing with surprise attacks allowed Samuel to jump out of the way of the fiery vomit Allan expelled. It spread on the floor into a puddle of dancing flames.
He did a quick check of his smock, to make sure none of the splatters had landed on it. He grabbed the fire extinguisher off the side of the cabinet and doused the flames.
Once the flames died away, he looked at Allan, who was looking back at him, horrified. “How do you feel now?” Samuel asked.
Surprise lit his face, and he carefully pressed on his stomach. “Better.” His green skin was still a little pale, but the color was returning.
Samuel went down to one knee and looked at eh clear puddle. He looked up at his patient and smiled. “Well, now we know what’s been upsetting your stomach.”
Allan started sniffling, And the lion stood.
“Hey, it’s okay. This isn’t something to cry about. There isn’t anything wrong with you, you’re just coming into your power.” He pulled the stool closer and sat on it. The bottom of the legs had been blackened by the flames. “Looks like you get the breath fire. That’s pretty cool.”
“It is?” Allan asked, not sounding sure.
“Yes. You know about the Blue Dragon, right?”
The iguana nodded. Every kid knew about him, even if he predated even Samuel. He had been a komodo dragon who’d lived and protected Tiranis back in the early six hundreds. He’d died a few years before Samuel was born.
His estate had sold the rights to his name and image to an animation company, and the show they’d made had become quite popular among kids Allan’s age. They’d set the Dragon’s adventures in the fictional city of New Angeles, where he fought monsters, aliens, sorcerers and others powered people. He fought mainly using martial arts, but he could also breathe fire.
“He’s pretty cool, right?”
Allan nodded and tried to stop a sniffle. Samuel grabbed a few tissue from the box on the shelf and handed them to the young iguana. While he blew his nose, Samuel looked to his parents.
“Is there a history of powers in your family?”
“Not that I know of,” Allan’s father said.
His mother looked uncertain. “My great aunt claimed she could see the future, but no one ever took her seriously.”
Samuel nodded, and some of his mane fell in his eyes. He brushed it aside. It was getting long enough to bother him, but it was still too short for it to stay tied back. He took the elastic off the short tail he’d made of his mane and redid it.
“Alright, Allan. We’re going to test a few things, okay?”
The young iguana nodded.
Samuel took a candle and lit it. He held it between the two of them. “I want you to move your hand close and stop when you start feeling the heat.”
Allan nodded again and moved his hand. He stopped it when it was about a foot away.”
“Now, keep going until it’s too hot, and pull it away.”
Allan made it to three inches from the flame before moving his hand away.
“Yep,” Samuel said, “you’re going to be fire proof.”
Allan’s eyes lit up, and he stared at his hand.
“Are you sure?” his mother asked.
“Pretty much. Every fire based power I know of is also resistant to fire.” Samuel had Allan pull his tongue out, and he studied the inside of his mouth. “Mister Yuri, can you turn off the light?” The examination room became completely dark, which let the lion see the faint red glow at the back of the iguana’s throat. The origin was a little further down his throat. “You can switch them back on.”
“Is Allan going to be okay?” His father asked.
“Yeah, he’ll be okay. If you want, I can schedule a few more tests, as well as a few scans, but I can tell you what they’re going to reveal. Allan is developing a new gland in his throat, probably close to the sphincter between the esophagus and the stomach.” Allan snickered at the word ‘sphincter.’ “It secretes the flammable stuff he threw up. He already had a heat spot, which is why it ignited. That’s a little uncommon. Usually, it forms after the fire breather can control the expulsion of the liquid. It does confirm he’s going to be fire proof, his throat and mouth already are.”
He grabbed the tablet off the desk and typed on it. “The problem right now is that the—” Samuel paused, trying to find another word to use, but couldn’t. “—the sphincter—” Allan snickered again. “—doesn’t fully close right now, and the liquid drips in his stomach.”
“What can we do?”
“There’s nothing that can be done to speed up who it will firm up, and Allan will gain control over it. Until that happens, I’d recommend you buy an aluminum bucket, one with a triple thickness, and keep it handy. Until he does gain control, there will be accidental fire breathing. As he gains control, the stomach issue will go away. Based on what I know, I’d say that within three months everything should be settled, so if he still has an upset stomach problem, come back, and we’ll run a few extra tests.”
Samuel reached back and grabbed the paper the printer spit out and handed it to Allan’s mother. “This is for Allan’s principal. Go with him tomorrow to make sure there isn’t any miscommunication. It basically explains what’s happening to Allan, and that because of it, he will have to leave the classroom at a moment’s notice. He can’t afford to wait for a teacher’s permission. His teachers need to warned. If they hold him up, there could be a repeat of what just happened. I don’t think a classroom full of children will react to it as calmly as we did.”
He turned to Allan and clasped him on the shoulders. “Now, young man, I need you to remember that his power has to be handled responsibly. I know you’re going to be tempted to leave class anytime you want, but if you do, your teachers are going to stop respecting the danger holding you up can cause. It’s your power, so you need to handle it with care. Do you understand?”
Allan nodded enthusiastically.
“Good. Anytime you feel your stomach starting to get upset I want you to go to the bathroom, half fill a sink with water and make yourself throw up in it.”
Allan made a face.
“I know, it isn’t pleasant, but if you do that, you won’t accidentally throw up when there are people around.”
“Doesn’t he risk setting something in the bathroom on fire?”
“That’s why the sink needs to have water in it. The liquid he secretes is heavier, so it’s going to sink, extinguishing the fire. Like I said, it will go away on its own. Then it’ll just be a question of Allan learning how to expel it when he wants.” Samuel stopped, then thought of something. “You’ll want him to practice that outside, and away from anything flammable.”
The lion stood and picked Allan up, depositing him before his parents. He opened the door and held it for them. “Just go to the service desk, they’ll have the insurance papers ready for you to sign.”
As they headed for the counter, a call sounded over the loudspeaker about a heart attack in 209. Samuel ignored it and turned back inside the examination room. One of the on duty trauma teams would answer it. Now that he was off duty, he wasn’t required to respond to general calls, only when he was requested directly.
He grabbed a cotton swab from the dispenser and ran one end in the liquid, then brought it to his nose. The only smells were those of stomach content. No alcohol or benzine type smells. He wondered what the accelerant was.
He placed it in a plastic bag and pocketed it. Next time he was off he’d drop by Rondo’s place, and she could work out the chemical composition, and she could add that to her Powered accelerant collection.
He left the room, and locked it, adding the code to take it out of the rotation. He looked around at the large waiting room. It was half full of people, Furred and human alike, waiting for a doctor to become free. He felt a pang of regret at not staying to see another one, but he’d been warned against overreaching. Exhaustion had killed more than one patient and one doctor’s career.
He went looking for Charlie, and found her next to the radioscopy rooms, scrubbing a strong smelling disinfectant on the hall wall. He waited until she turned and noticed him. Surprising her was not a good idea. She might be a petite human, but she could swing a mean mop, on, in this case, a bucket of detergent. She nodded to him.
“When you have the time, Charlie, there’s a mess to clean up in examination room three. You’ll want to be careful, it’s combustible.”
“You spilled rubbing alcohol?”
“No, I had a kid with emerging power?”
“I’ll take care of it.”
“Thanks.” He left her and headed for the elevators.
“Doctor Reignheart,” a nurse at the station called, just a group of orderlies and two doctors pulled a gurney toward him and the elevators. Samuel stepped out of their way, all he was of the patient as they entered the already opened doors, was a lot of blood.
“Yes Helen?” she asked when they’d gone by.
“Do you have the time to look at a patient’s file?”
“Is it urgent?” Samuel pressed the call button, and a door opened. “Can it wait until after I’ve looked in on my patient in 308?”
She looked at it. “I suppose it can.”
Samuel stepped into the elevator. “Good, I’ll be back in a few then.”
“Wait!” she called, as the doors closed. “308 isn’t your patient!”
Samuel smiled to himself as the elevator moved up.
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Mr Krabs VA aka Clancy brown doesn't voice Reignheart we've all been lied too.
*throws boulder across the city in a rage*
I CANT BELIEVE WE HAVE BEEN DECEIVED
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So here's the thing. I understand why everyone seems to hate hanzo, it's because alot of people that main him never play anyone but him and it can get annoying. But I'm a hanzo main and i play way more than just hanzo. I do play hanzo more than i play anyone else but i also play alot of lucio, reignheart and McCree. So what most people get mad at isn't hanzo himself, it's the person who plays him refusing to switch to mercy or reighnheart. So next time you play overwatch, don't plame hanzo, blame the player.
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I love them so much I play much better as ana than reignheart I also love their voice lines together
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Going Home: Great Oaks, Part 1 (an Excerpt)
Going Home is a series that Explores the city of Tiranis through the eyes of Eric Clarkson, a returning veteran, who finds that he city has changed more than he expected in his absences.
Each section of the series will focus on a different part of the city while Eric gets pulled into problems typical to that area, or sometimes not so typical.
This is about 1000 words of the 15,700 words chapter.
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Going home: Great Oaks, Part 1
It was a loop. One of the logical conundrum one of the sergeants liked to recite. He could break the window, that would cut the loop, but it would attract attention. He widened the diagram to include the entire door and saw there was a gap at the base of the window. Very narrow and covered by a rubber strip.
He didn’t have anything thin enough to slip in. And a quick look around didn’t show him anything he could use. An empty can had possibility, but it was too flimsy.
He ran for the businesses, the one directly in front of him had a sign reading ‘Reignheart Medical Clinic.’ There was a hair and fur stylist on the left and a pharmacy on the right. He entered the clinic and looked around for something to use.
“Can I help you?” The woman seated behind the counter looked at him expectantly. She was human, older, in her fifties; his mother’s age, the thought came unbidden, when he left for the army. With it came the reminder that she was now dead and he felt a pang of sorrow. Only he couldn’t deal with that right now. There was something more important. There had to be something here that would let him open the door.
A lion in a doctor’s smock opened a door and let an older lemur out. He froze. “Eric?”
Eric forced himself to look at him, then was surprised to recognize him. “Mister Reignheart?” How was it that of everyone in the city, he’d run into him for a second time?
The lion smiled. “Do you need assistance with anything?”
Eric began shaking his head, then stopped. He opened the door and pointed to the minivan. “Do you know who owns that?”
Walter came to him and peered across the lot. “I’m afraid I don’t.” He looked at the older woman. “Jennifer?”
She joined them. “No. It was there when I got here this morning. It must belong to one of the other people in the plaza.
Eric nodded and ignored Walter’s questioning expression. He couldn’t waste time going around looking for the owner. It might explode during that time. Once he’d disarm it he could work on figuring out who the target was.
He looked over the counter at what was on the desk, hoping the receptionist had one of those thin metal rulers that had been popular with his classmates, but there was nothing like that. Not even papers or a pencil. All there was on the counter was a computer, a phone and a tablet.
Maybe someone in the waiting room might have something? Many of the women had large purses and they looked like they could contain anything they needed. His mother’s purse had certainly seemed like it contained whatever she needed, no matter how strange. But it wouldn’t be polite to just rummage through them.
He stepped forward to ask them to look for something and a small plant with thin reflective leaves became visible at the back of the room, next or one of the office doors. Reflective? What plant had metallic leaves? And then the object resolved itself.
It wasn’t a plant. It was a short pole with thin metal bands jutting off, curling at the end, it gave the illusion of a very crude fern. If it was an art piece, Eric thought as he stepped to it, he didn’t see the appeal.
Walter called after him, as did a woman as she opened her office door, but he ignored them. The ‘leaves’ were thin enough, and there was enough of a straight length for what he needed.
He broke one off, the weld easily giving out, and headed out. “I need to borrow this.”
Walter and the others stood there, watching him leave.
He cut the jagged end where the welding had been done and then made a notch in the side, to use and catch the mechanism. He slipped it in, having to force it past the rubber and then it scraped down the inside of the door.
After that it was guesswork, moving the strip and trying to get the notch to grab onto the rod so he could pull it up. He could see the lock mechanism easily enough, but the metal strip he was using wasn’t technological.
Twice he thought he’d gotten it, only for nothing to happen when he pulled. The second time he pulled hard in frustration and it came out. He forced himself to calm, he wouldn’t accomplish anything by getting angry. He pushed it back in and tried again.
Steps caught his attention, regular, firm, approaching from the sidewalk, not the shops. A police officer had to have noticed him and came to investigate. Hopefully he could explain about the bomb without having to say too much about when he could do.
As the steps came closer, he could make out three sets of them. When he looked in the window, expecting to see the blue and yellow of the Tiranis Police Department, he saw people dressed in black and wearing face-covering masks.
He reacted without thinking on seeing the arm reach for him. He turned and shoved it aside, then brought up his in a defensive pose.
The person before him studied him, a man, Eric thought, which was confirmed when he spoke. “You’re meddling in things that don’t concern you.”
Eric couldn’t tell if they were humans or furries. Their masks all had muzzles, but they also had bumps where human ears would be, and their head covering would keep furry ears out of sight. It was a simple, and clever disguise.
The one thing Eric could tell about them was that they had training. They stood relaxed, but they all had a hand near the knife each had at their belt, and they were ready to act. He couldn’t see guns, so that was good.
Eric smiled. “I like to think that bombs concern everyone, don’t you?”
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@reignhearted // x
The female couldn’t help but chuckle at how seriously the male had taken her statement. Amir was really the same as ever, wasn’t he? Still, Rosana was glad to know that he was doing better than what her thoughts told her, at least. The deity probably didn’t need to worry, but this was a man that she had always been well-acquainted with, so it was natural for her to do so even when the current moment was peaceful.
With the usual bright smile, Ashi took the liberty to nudge the taller male’s side in an attempt to get him to lighten up, her own arms folding behind her back in a carefree manner. How she managed to be so relaxed during the harder times was a real mystery, even to herself..
“I see that you haven’t changed a bit.. You take everything I say so profoundly, milord.” A quiet giggle, followed by a small shake of her head. Even with her attitude, it was still no place to drop her formalities… Not unless he wanted her to, at least. “Come now, you know I only jest. I know very well that you’re not one for mischief unless you truly desired it.”
Ah yes, Gieve. Ashi would’ve been lying if she said she didn’t hold even a slight amount of fondness for the musician, even if he often pressured poor Farangis a bit at times. Still, she found it rather pleasing to know that she had such a loyal follower. It was only now that the bright smile she had was replaced with a fonder one, blue eyes shifting to the sky above them. “… I feel bad for Lady Farangis, yes. Gieve is a stubborn one when it comes to her, it seems. But the man knows devotion and has a good heart, as well. I’m happy that such a man has taken the time to assist his highness so willingly, as I’m aware he mostly joined because Lady Farangis was sent to assist Prince Arslan.”
#༺ 𝔸𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕕 ༻|| 𝕀ℂ#༺ 𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕡𝕦𝕟 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕋𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕋𝕠 𝕄𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝔼𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕖𝕣 ༻|| 𝔸𝕤𝕙𝕚#༺ ℍ𝕖 𝕎𝕙𝕠 𝕎𝕒𝕤 𝕊𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕣 𝔼𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕃𝕠𝕪𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕪 ༻|| ℝ𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕟ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕: 𝔸𝕞𝕚𝕣#༺ 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔽𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝔸 𝔹𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 ༻|| 𝔸𝕣𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕟 𝕍𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖
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Going home: Strongburgh, Part 3 of 4 (an excerpt)
Going Home is a series that Explores the city of Tiranis through the eyes of Eric Clarkson, a returning veteran, who finds that the city has changed more than he expected in his absences.
Each section of the series will focus on a different part of the city while Eric gets pulled into problems typical to that area, or sometimes not so typical.
This is about 1000 words of the 9,100 words chapter.
You can read the full story, as well as other stories set in the world of Tiranis by joining my Patreon at the 1$ level: https://www.patreon.com/posts/20705840
Going home: Strongburgh, Part 3 of 4
“Excuse me,” he asked the man walking up the stairs “Where is Glamboro Hall?” the man shrugged. Eric asked the next person, a human woman. She gave him direction and he thanked her.
“There!” He spun and at the top of the stairs a student was pointing at him while looking at her phone. She showed it to the students around her and they nodded. So much them not having a picture of him.
Or not running. He took off.
Glamboro Hall was three blocks down. The old library, the woman had said. Renovated to hold the science department. She’d apologized for not being able to tell him more, but she was late for her class. When he wasn’t busy being chased by mind-controlled students, he’d look up the building’s history.
At least he was in better shape than his pursuers. He glanced over his shoulder and only two were still after him. And one looked like he was about to give up. Far behind them he could see more students, hand on their knees, panting hard.
He ran through the pedestrians and streets, grateful no one drove here. All the cars were in the lots at the entrance of what had been downtown Strongburgh years ago.
Some of the people looked at him, but none of them showed alarm. They probably thought he was running late for something.
He considered calling the police, but immediately dismissed the thought. What could he say? Sure, it was true that she was mind-controlling them, but could he prove it? Could he convince them to x-ray their necks? He’d have to find another Builder who could see diagrams like he could, and how likely was that? The students would say whatever she wanted them to.
And if convincing them wasn’t enough, they’d ask for his ID. He’d been lucky twice already. The first time because Doctor Reignheart had known the officer, and then because Peek had made the officer think everything was already fine. But now? He didn’t have anyone to vouch for him. Isabel would, but he doubted she was on first name bases with any officer who would show up.
He didn’t think the professor would call the police either. She had to worry that someone might believe Eric’s story. If anyone examined her students, what she’d done would be revealed.
He glanced over his shoulder and cursed. The girl was still after him. Not gaining, but not giving up either. At least she was human. If she’d been a cheetah, or any large cat really, she’d have caught him already.
He saw the building, wide, three stories, with a clock at the peek over the double door entrance. Seven minutes to noon. That couldn’t be right, it was way past that. Broken then. A look at the diagram told him one of the gear was missing, deep inside. They’d have to take the clock out just to figure out what needed to be replaced.
He grabbed the gardener’s rake that was leaning against the stair’s railing. Inside he pushed the door closed and shoved the rake through both handles and he was running again.
Goal. The word popped up as he opened his ability wide. His mind knew his plans were changing. He needed to incapacitate the students after him, there were too many of them he couldn’t fight them all.
The diagram formed before him from components he was seeing all around him. The hunger to create something grand hovered at the back of his mind, but it wasn’t insistent. Good, he didn’t have time to deal with that on top of everything else.
The item took shape before him, but it was too large. He needed something portable. With the change in criteria it altered and became something palm-sized. Now he needed to find all the parts to make it.
He heard the rake break.
Ideally find them someplace where they students wouldn’t find him in return. He went up the stairs.
He saw the rows after rows of electronic parts before he reached the top of the stairs. A storeroom. Perfect. The door had an electronic lock, but it was the same as on Professor Amirel’s office door. So it easy to get the right numbers for it. He entered and carefully closed the door behind him.
He grabbed the items he needed still panting. He couldn’t slow down. At least the door didn’t have a window so the students couldn’t see the light, or the shadow he cast as he moved about.
He took out his took and began assembling his…what was he going to call it? It needed a name, inventions always had to be named. Disruptor, that was a good name for it.
The Disruptor took shape. Its form meant it would fit comfortably in his hand. He could add a strap so he wouldn’t have to worry about it falling out.
The most impressive thing, to him, was how powerful and small the batteries had become in sixty years. By his calculation, the battery he put in the disruptor, barely the size of his thumb had enough power to short most electronics. He’d have to recharge it after each use, so ultimately he couldn’t use that to stop Amirel, but it would let him deal with the students chasing him.
So long as they came at him one at a time.
Yeah, really not the final solution.
Once the disruptor was done, he plugged it in. He’d also build a charger for it. Something better than what he’d seen. In two minutes the disruptor was fully charged.
He placed an ear to the door. The downside of now having a window was that he couldn’t look outside until he opened it.
With a chuckle he rested his head on it. He didn’t need to open the door. For his purpose he could actually see through it or walls. He looked for the diagrams. He saw one on this floor, further down the hallway, two on the floor above and five below, with more approaching the building.
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Going Home, Prologue (an Excerpt)
Going Home is a series that Explores the city of Tiranis through the eyes of Eric Clarkson, a returning veteran, who finds that he city has changed more than he expected in his absences.
Each section of the series will focus on a different part of the city while Eric gets pulled into problems typical to that area, or something not so typical.
This is about 550 words of the 4500 words prologue.
You can read the full story, as well as other stories set in the world of Tiranis by joining my Patreon at the 1$ level: https://www.patreon.com/posts/going-home-15788183
Going Home, Prologue
Eric smiled as he looked the gunmetal gray car over, now there was a color he never thought he’d see out of the army. He didn’t recognize the model and he made just to look away before he saw any other details.
“Is anyone coming?” he asked.
“No, not until I find a place where this thing gets reception.” He tapped the pocket where he’d put the device.
Eric had worked out they were some sort of wireless communications devices, most of the time the people with them had them to their ears, talking, but the lion had only been looking at it. He fought the temptation to look at the device and see how it worked.
Not yet. Just until I reach the city, he told himself. Peace and quiet until then. But he knew it wouldn’t happen. He wouldn’t walk away, leaving this man stranded, but he could keep it to something simple, like a car.
“Do you want me to take a look? Maybe I can’t get it working and you won’t have to worry about getting reception.”
The lion smiled. “Go ahead, I certainly don’t have anything to lose.” He extended his hand. “Walter Reignheart.”
“Eric Clarkson.” He shook the hand. He stepped in front of the engine and looked at it as he dropped his pack.
“You know a lot about cars?” Walter asked.
Eric smiled. “I’ve fixed up a few.” The engine looked nothing like that what he’d worked on, even in the army. Things might have changed even more than he’d thought. No, he’d known that, the radio like device in Walter’s pocket made that clear. But he’d hoped that had been an exception, some Builder device that had been reproduced and sold to the public.
If this engine was any indication the changes were broader than he’d thought.
“Try starting it.”
Walter sat behind the wheel, and the engine turned over. It did that a few time then stopped, never catching. Eric didn’t see anything, but he felt it, the prickling at the edge of his mind. All he had to do was stop pushing it away.
“That’s all it does.” Walter said, stepping out of the car. “I don’t know what could be wrong, it went in for an oil change two weeks ago.”
Eric nodded, not really listening. He knew that if he did that, stopping might be difficult, but he could help. If the price was his peace, the quiet in his mind, then so be it.
“Try it again, Please.” He let out a breath and as the engine turned, it happened.
Lines appeared superimposed on the engine, outlining the parts, connecting them, symbols appeared over some lines. He’d never seen them before, but he understood them, just like he now understood this engine by looking at the schematic floating above and through it.
No wonders it had looked so different, over half the components were controlled by boards smaller than anything he’d seen. Electricity ran through them in ways he didn’t understand, but the schematic expanded, showed him the relays, the circuit, told him this was a decision-making device of a complexity that baffled even him, and he’d made things that broke the laws of physics.
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