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2016-09-29: The Eyes in Her Fire |
Posted by: robkelk - 03-06-2023, 08:13 AM - Forum: Stories
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Blossom Apartments, Ottawa, ON, Canada
September 17, 2016
6:00 AM
Rei was worried. She wasn't in Japan any more, which meant that she was nowhere near any of the 280 Hikawa Shrines. How was she supposed to carry out the rites on her own, without a kannushi in charge? But she was Sailor Mars, and in that role she was – politically – the most senior shaman of the Silver Millennium, she reminded herself yet again. There was no organized Shinto presence in Ottawa; her personal status would have to be enough.
She still feared the wrath of the kami if she was wrong – not for herself, but for her friends, both the other Sailor Senshi and the people she had met here in this refuge they'd found in Ottawa. And the kami enshrined at the Hikawa Shrines was known to be very wrathful on occasion.
No, she realized, that attitude was incorrect for a miko of the Hikawa Shrines. Follow the example set by the kami enshrined at the Hikawa Shrines, she told herself; it was better to take decisive action than to worry.
Her decision reached, Rei quickly made her way to the residence manager's office.
September 29, 2016
1:37 PM
"Thank you, Mii-san," Rei said as the professionals who had just finished installing a fireplace in her apartment packed up and prepared to leave.
"This is important to you," she replied as she signed the professionals' invoice. "And we made sure that you could use the fireplace to heat your apartment, too. Are you good with the firewood being stored on your balcony?"
"I'm not using the balcony for anything else," Rei replied.
"Do you need help with the firewood?"
"Bringing it in, and building the fire? No, that is a duty that I must perform myself. Thank you for offering, though."
Mii nodded in understanding; sometimes the person in charge just had to do it herself. "Will we see you at dinner?"
"I don't know. That depends on whether the wood cooperates with me."
4:05 PM
She had blessed the wood as she built the fire on the hearthstone, being careful not to dirty her miko robes. Now all that was left to do was to light it.
Rei transformed to Sailor Mars, selected a long taper, and whispered, "Fire Soul." A small flame appeared on the tip of her finger, and she lit the taper with it. She transformed back to her unpowered form and used the taper to light the tinder. The tinder lit the kindling before it burned out, and the kindling in turn lit the seasoned wood.
She watched as the fire took hold. Simply watching the flames gave her a measure of peace; this was something familiar in an unfamiliar world.
Then she heard... no, sensed... a voice. A gruff, angry voice. "Who calls upon me?"
"Miko of the Hikawa Shrines, Hino Rei."
"For what purpose dost thou summon my attention?" The voice was still gruff, but it was no longer angry.
"I am in a strange, unfamiliar land. I seek to be allowed to perform the sacred rituals that call upon your favour, in order to bless this place and the people who live here."
"A mere miko dares to call upon Susanoo for such an important task?"
This was the moment that Rei had been worried about. If she said or did anything wrong, the consequences could be dire. "Just as you dared to take up arms against Yamata no Orochi in order to protect Kushinada-hime, I dare to seek your blessing for the people who live here."
"Ha-ha! You know me well, young miko. But, no, you are not simply a young miko, are you?"
She hoped that his switch from archaic speech to modern speech was a good sign. "You see clearly, kami-sama. I am also known to some as Sailor Mars."
"So this is where you ended up in this refuge," Susanoo-no-Mikoto mused. "I would have expected to find you in Tokyo, or at the least in San Francisco; my sister Amaterasu tells me that I will need to turn my attention there at some time before the next solstice. Very well, young miko who is the reincarnation of one of my favourites. By the sacred pact between the mortals and the kami, forged in water and wood and fire and earth and metal many millennia long past, you may call upon me for as long as this sacred fire burns."
"You do me great honour, Susanoo-sama," Rei replied. She most carefully did not smile in relief, even though the crisis point had been passed; doing so could be taken as an insult to the kami.
"However, you must not expect my constant attention. This place of refuge has been claimed by another, one of Three to whom even the mihashira no uzu no miko must bow."
Rei was amazed to learn that there were kami even more powerful than the Three Precious Children of the primordial creator god Izanagi... but she did not doubt the word of her patron kami. "May I ask who this kami is?"
"It is dangerous to seek such knowledge, young miko."
"You have taught us by your example to face danger with resolve."
"Ha-ha! Again, you speak truth! She has many names; the one she uses in this place and at this time is Skuld."
"A Norse kami has dominion over you?"
"The triune kami of destiny, sometimes called Norns or Fates, have dominion over all including reality itself. Or so I've been led to believe." Rei felt a sensation of Susanoo-no-Mikoto moving closer and leaning in to tell her a secret. "Me, I'm not so sure, because of the current situation, but Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi say that it's better to humour them just in case. And I always listen to my siblings."
"You do?" Rei was horrified by her own question as soon as it slipped out of her mouth.
"Yes, I do. I don't always obey them, but I do listen. And if you were not one of my favourites, you would be punished for doubting me. Do not do so again." The sensation of Susanoo's closeness faded away, and she could once again sense him only in the sacred fire. "I forbid you from attempting to contact her directly through mystic means. If she chooses to manifest in this world, you may speak with her as you would speak with another mortal or with a kami, but you must not seek her out. At this time, in this place, that privilege is reserved for your landlord unless he grants that privilege to another."
"I understand, and I thank you for your guidance." Rei could think of nothing else to say to such a pronouncement.
"Now, do not speak of this conversation to anyone other than another miko, a kannushi, or a kami. Especially do not inform your landlord that you have spoken with me directly, for he would inform Skuld and then we would both be in trouble. I have remained here for too long as it is; I must be about my business elsewhere. Go join your friends here and tell them that you have successfully lit the sacred fire."
"I will, and I thank you..." Rei's voice trailed off as she realized that Susanoo-no-Mikoto was no longer paying attention to her.
7:33 PM
"Hey, that's great!" Makoto's voice came from the speakers beside the television in the common room, and both she and Kazari were visible on the screen. It was the last evening that they expected to need to talk by video conference before Makoto returned from her time in the woods. "We're both just about back up to normal for us, aren't we?"
"I suppose we are," Rei replied, confident in the knowledge – that by divine edict she wasn't allowed to share – that at least in one small area she had already surpassed her abilities at home.
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2016-11-13: Some Uncomfortable Questions |
Posted by: Bob Schroeck - 03-01-2023, 09:26 PM - Forum: Stories
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Managers Teleconference
November 13, 2016
Bob: "I've been thinking about that Predator that you said Makoto ran into, Rob."
Brent: "Haven't we all!"
Bob: "And it led me into strange areas of contemplation."
Rob: "Like what?"
Bob: "I've realized that the situation we're in is very Earth-specific. Except for that Predator -- or, rather, those Predators, plural, since at least one more had to be around to leave that tanto for Makoto -- and those Fae you fought off last week, and of course the Mau, almost everyone who's been displaced has been human, and even those that aren't are from human works of fiction."
Raven: "Your point?"
Bob: "My point is, are we the only world in this big wide universe providing refugee services? Are there alien civilizations who are receiving displacees from their own works of fiction, overseen by the gods and demons wearing unrecognizable faces?"
<silence>
Brent: "That's an... interesting question. Yeah, probably."
Rob: "You've got me thinking that some heroes of Klingon operas are showing up on Qo'noS even as we speak. But does it matter? If there are, we're never going to meet them."
Bob: "Maybe, maybe not. I mean, an infinite universe providing homes to refugees from an even more infinite multiverse... the law of big numbers says that sooner or later we're going to see some kind of overlap, say an alien story where they've managed to come up with something reasonably close to earth humans as their counterpart to extraterrestrials. What happens if they're the equivalent of 1950s B-movie alien invaders? And have the technology to find us? I mean, we already have, what, three starships on earth right now, thanks to the Masakis and their houseguests? There's no reason to expect we're alone in the universe and also that our fiction will be the only works with ultratech galaxy-spanning drives and other near-magic toys."
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Rob: "Now I've got a question. All of the exceptions to Bob's rule about no nonhumans happened to my residents or at my residence or both. What's so special about us?"
Raven: "Hey! What are my residents? Chopped liver? I have four nonhumans in The Steeple. Or have you forgotten Zafira and the familiars?"
Rob: "Actually, yeah, sorry. But it just underlines my point. If we aren't special — and I guess we aren't — when are things like that Predator going to happen to everyone else? Is some tentacled monstrosity going to crawl out of the Pacific Ocean and onto Venice Beach, maybe?"
Brent: "Like in Haiyore! Nyarko-san, shonen?"
Bob: "<snrk> What are the odds that somebody is actually running some underwater residence south of Hawaii where Godzilla, Cthulhu, the aliens from Pacific Rim, Reptilicus and the Varga are all hanging out playing pinochle with cards the size of tennis courts? And when they get bored, that's when they show up in Venice?"
Brent: "Don't worry guys, I'm a great pinochle player!"
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Bob: "A question."
Rob: "An answer???"
Bob: "Why haven't we seen anyone from fanfiction? I very seriously doubt that the multiverse at large gives a crap about copyrights, trademarks and market share, so logically we should have or should soon see someone recognizable from a fic."
Raven: "Like Doug, maybe?"
Bob: "Well, yeah, or the Girls. But just as much, Twister, Legion, Fenris... any of the godlike Harry Potters or world-jumping Ranmas... Terawatt! Or Chris Angel's Paradox. Hell, Gryphon or just about anyone else from Undocumented Features."
Rob: "Fenspace?"
Bob: "Yeah. Why aren't we seeing displacees from any of them?"
Brent: "Maybe they're getting recruited to help instead of just becoming displacees."
Rob: "Don't tempt fate. With my luck, I'd ask for help from SkyKnight but I'd get Skysaber instead."
Bob: "There's one way to find out about Skysaber, you know."
Brent: "Don't say it."
Bob: "Just pick up a landline phone and make the request for him to the dial tone."
Brent: "And now I can't not think about doing that."
Rob: "If you summon Skysaber, you get to give him a place to live."
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Bob: "Another question."
Raven: "Oh god." <chuckles>
Bob: "The Q Continuum. Where are they?"
...
Bob: "One more. One final question."
Brent: "Enough. Please."
Bob: "What if we're someone's fanfic?"
<beat>
Raven: "Whose?"
<beat>
Bob: "Ours."
Bob: "A group project like 'Fenspace', some kind of self-insert megacrossover story. I mean, there are six of us, all from my board, who are managers, five of us writers to one degree or another. What are the odds of that?"
Raven: "Pretty good, considering Funtom used your board to find people with the qualities they needed."
Rob: "And we're just a fraction of the staff, one that's getting smaller with every new residence that opens. Although Epsilon is a writer, too."
Brent: "Not to mention, if this was a self-insert wouldn't you expect us to all get some obscene power-ups with people like Washuu-chan and Usagi around who are willing to help out if asked?"
Raven: "Oh yeah, we'd all be Sailor Alpha Centauri, or Superman, or some hybrid monstrosity with built-in particle beam weapons."
Rob: "Raven's right -- if this was a self-insert, we'd be center stage. At best we're supporting characters. Although we're better off than Rosencrantz and Guildenstern."
Bob: "But what if it was supposed to be some subversive funhouse mirror image of an isekai story? And it would answer a lot of my other questions -- we're writing what we know, so that's why there's no alien displacees, and we wouldn't poach on other fic writers' turf, so that's why that..."
Raven: "Bob, you're over-thinking things. Go get some sleep."
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Beware of Chicken vol. 2 being taken down |
Posted by: Shepherd - 03-01-2023, 07:21 PM - Forum: General Chatter
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Because of Kindle Unlimited rules, Beware of Chicken's vol. 2 is being taken down on March 8th and vol. 1 is staying down instead of being reposted. If you want a free copy, you have a week to save the chapters.
The author's post on the subject:
Quote:Alright. Theres been a bit of bad news. Originally, I thought that Volume 1 of Beware of Chicken would go up on Kindle Unlimited for a short amount of time, as kind of an extra boost to sales which would then taper off, and Volume one would be returned to free platforms. However, this is no longer the case. Volume one will be remaining on KU for the foreseeable future, with the other books being taken down as they are released.
I must express my apologies for saying something that did not, in the end, come true.
So here comes the second part: by the 8th of march, , Volume 2 up to chapter 58 will be removed to satisfy Kindle Unlimited requirements. This will likely be for until BOC is finished.
Again, I'm sorry to those who were waiting for Volume 1 to go back up.
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Question about Doug's powers |
Posted by: robkelk - 02-13-2023, 07:49 PM - Forum: General DW Chatter
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Quoting from the FAQ:
Quote:Q: What, exactly, does Doug need to get a power from a musical work? (music + lyrics, music + some words, words + a beat, etc.)
A: He needs, at the very minimum, a single instrument playing a recognizable melody, and a single voice singing to that melody in a language he understands. Oddly enough, different/more complex orchestrations do not reliably map to stronger powers — just different expressions of the same core concept behind the powers he already receives.
What if only some of the lyrics are in a language he understands?
For example, let's look at Dean Martin's cover of "Volare". (Lyrics here) What happens when Doug plays it?- Because some of the lyrics are in Italian, nothing happens.
- Because some of the lyrics are in English, he and somebody who loves him (so, Maggie or Makoto) can fly together.
- Because some of the lyrics are in Italian and some of the lyrics are in English, he gets a weakened power - possibly he gets an ornamental pair of wings.
- Something else.
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Anime recs and requests, a new beginning |
Posted by: classicdrogn - 02-12-2023, 11:46 PM - Forum: General Chatter
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So we can stop using BlackAeronaut's "what I've been watching" thread for the purpose.
I haven't actually watched a thing yet this season, but among those I've been saving for later is season two of Bofuri, because Maple's shenanigans are just too much fun. I've read that there's supposed to be a new season of Youjo Senki sometime soon but haven't seen any previews yet let alone episodes; it is on my list to watch out for at any rate, along with the second half of Transformers Earthspark and SW Ahsoka.
What I really wanted to ask about, though, was one I vaguely remember but never actually watched. I'm pretty sure the setting was not-WWII, and the witch MC rides an a machine cannon like a broomstick, but aside from that I have no real information, save that it would probably have been probably early-noughties or early- to mid-teens, as I was not online with anything capable of watching streams or torrenting from around 2008 to 2012 and it was definitely at least five years back. That doesn't strictly rule out the middle period, or for that matter late 90s, but they don't feel likely. Anyone know what it was?
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2016-10-15: It's All Relative |
Posted by: robkelk - 02-09-2023, 07:55 PM - Forum: Stories
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Fort Wellington, Prescott, Ontario, Canada
October 15, 2016
1:21pm ET
Rob had brought his tenants on an afternoon trip to a small town an hour's drive south of Ottawa, to show them Fort Wellington - a fortification that was intended to defend British North America from invasion by the United States. He thought that they might like to see something that Canadians thought had a long history, just so they would better understand the difference between Canadian and Japanese ideas of "old and storied."
The girls were exploring the fort. Rob was relaxing in the parking lot, re-reading one of Terry Pratchett's novels. He justified it as research; with so many people from alternate universes having shown up in the last month, they had to be ready for anything.
Then he noticed a familiar-looking school-uniform-clad girl walking along the road between the fort and the St. Lawrence River. He put a bookmark in the novel, crossed the road, and walked toward her. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but weren't you wearing a different outfit earlier?"
She turned to him, and he saw the odd ... heads-up display, maybe? ... she was wearing, pushed up to her forehead. "Misaka has no reason to explain her choice of clothing to a stranger, replies Misaka with mild annoyance."
Rob noticed that she'd described what should have been her internal monologue, she referred to herself by her family name, she referred to him as a stranger, and the monotonous delivery of her statement. He mentally added that to her school uniform and HUD.
Down at the river bank, a small flock of birds walked, swam, and quacked like ducks.
Rob sighed. It was happening again. "Which Sister are you?"
"I do not understand, replies Misaka with the hope that you will go away."
Rob grasped at the only straw he had, and hoped he remembered it correctly. "ZXC741 ASD852 QWE963."
"That code expired with Sister 9982, states Misaka firmly," she replied in that same monotone. "How did you get that code, asks Misaka with concern."
Rob shook his head. "Answer my question first."
After a moment, she replied, "I am Sister 10339, answers Misaka against her better judgment."
"Thank you. I was given your sister's code by Misaka Mikoto."
"When did you receive this information from the Original, asks Misaka with a glimmer of hope."
"October 11, while speaking with her in her residence - a building that I manage."
"What is today's date, asks Misaka for clarification."
Rob carefully did not show any emotion to learning that either she had lost track of the date or she hadn't been in this world long enough to learn it. "October 15."
"Please come with me to meet my Sisters here, asks Misaka with both apprehension and hope," she replied in that same monotone.
Rob almost agreed, then thought that discretion was called for. "If anyone saw us leaving here together, our age differences would make them wonder what my intentions were toward you. I'll remain in this park for a half hour, down where we can't be seen from the fort across the street."
"That is acceptable, agrees Misaka, showing a willingness to compromise."
1:42pm ET
"Mr. Donaldson."
Rob didn't look up. "How did you know I was here?"
"A butler who couldn't track down a building manager who's away from his building isn't worth his salt."
"That isn't much of an answer, Sebastian."
"All right. That little debugger you like so much told me."
Rob narrowed his eyes. "I think I liked not having an answer better than hearing a veiled insult."
"Then we're both annoyed with each other." Sebastian coughed politely, then passed a box to Rob. "You'll know what to do with these. I have more important things to do."
Rob opened the box to find cellphones just like the ones he had been given the day the Academy City girls had arrived. "Mikoto's clones can't stay in my building. Kuroko shouldn't know about their existence." There was no reply. Rob looked up to see that he was alone. "I hate when you do that," he whispered.
1:50pm ET
Rob was wondering how he was going to open the conversation without any of the resources he had at home - especially his copies of the Railgun stories - when he noticed a group of people approaching. Four of them looked like they were Mikoto's identical sisters, and at this distance appeared to be dressed identically. The one in front appeared to be their younger sister, running along with her arms outstretched. Rob thought he could hear her making airplane noises.
The sixth person ... was male, so pale he looked to be an albino, and was being supported by two of the Sisters.
"Aw, crap," muttered Rob. "Did I summon him by mentioning him to Washuu-chan earlier this week?"
The younger girl raced up to him and smiled. "Hello, mister, says Misaka Misaka with a grin. How did you meet Misaka Original, asks Misaka Misaka with wide eyes?"
She did have wide eyes and a grin, too. Rob wasn't surprised; he knew that the final clone in the "Sisters" group was the only one that had received the upgraded personality information that made it easy for her to express emotion.
"Hello, Misaka Misaka. My name's Rob Donaldson. As near as we can tell, she teleported in from your home reality to this reality, and landed in my home's parking lot."
"Misaka was right! This isn't our home world, cries out Misaka Misaka triumphantly!"
"Keep it down, brat," the lone male in her group said as they all reached the bench where Rob had waited for them. "You're annoying me with all that energy."
Rob sighed. "And we don't want to annoy the man who killed so many of your sisters, do we?"
"Hey, I was told they were things, not people! And how do you know so much about us, anyway?"
"I could point out that you have a reputation. But the truth is that Last Order," (Rob nodded toward Misaka Misaka), "was right when she said this isn't your home universe. Here, you're fictional characters."
"Bull."
"I knew that a code string Mikoto-san told me came from the Level 6 Shift project. I recognized 10339-san as one of the Sisters after she said one sentence. And I know your code name is Accelerator, but I don't know what your birth name is; it was never mentioned in the books."
"I don't use it anyway. I don't even remember it any more."
"I know that I'm risking my life by annoying you. And I know that, if it wasn't for these young ladies who are helping you move, you'd be paraplegic and mute. I know somebody from another work of fiction who might possibly be able to help you recover."
"Again, bull."
"She rebuilt my nervous system less than a week ago." After a moment with Accelerator not responding, Rob continued, "Oh, but I'm ignoring the young ladies."
"You have already talked with Misaka Misaka, says Misaka 13577 in an effort to set your mind at ease," said one of the sisters who was supporting Accelerator.
"Since you know who and what we are, you know that we all know what she knows, says Misaka 19090 in an attempt to explain more fully," added the Sister on Accelerator's other side.
Rob shook his head. "You may share memories and DNA, but that doesn't mean you're the same person." He looked at the other sisters, and noticed that one of them was wearing a necklace with a heart-shaped pendant and was carrying a black cat with a white-tipped tail. "I believe you're the only sister here who has not spoken with me yet, miss. Based on what I recall from the story, would you be Misaka 10032?"
"I would be, confirms Misaka."
Rob nodded. "I'm happy to meet you all." Then he leaned down to take a closer look at the cat that 10032 was carrying. "Are you an intelligent being as well?"
The cat just looked at him.
"My pet cat is merely a cat, Misaka 10032 answers with some puzzlement."
He straightened up. "Ah. Thank you. I asked because I know of three cats who can and do speak English."
"Oooooh, Misaka Misaka says in wonder!"
Rob smiled at the youngster's reaction, then asked, "And were the four of you already living as a household before you came to this universe?"
"No, just the brat and me," Accelerator denied Rob's statement.
"Right. No surprise there. The last I saw of Misaka Mikoto - the Original - she was going in there," Rob gestured over his shoulder toward Fort Wellington, "along with some of her friends who are not cleared for the Radio Noise or Level 6 Shift projects. When that building closes up in a couple of hours, I'm going to have to take them back home to Ottawa, about an hour's drive away at 100 kilometres an hour. Where are you six living, and how can Railgun and I get in touch with you?"
"We can't tell you that, because we just got here, answers Misaka Misaka sadly."
Rob slapped his own forehead. "Right - I just got these to give to you." He pulled a cellphone out of the box he'd received less than a half-hour previously, flipped it open, and saw that it had its new owner's name on the screen and was pre-programmed with both his and Mikoto's numbers. He passed the phone to Misaka 10032, pulled the next phone out of the box, checked it, passed it along, and continued until there was only one phone left. Flipping it open, he noticed that it was not pre-programmed with Railgun's number. "And this one's for you," Rob said as he passed it to Accelerator.
"About time."
"I'm sorry, did you need to call somebody?"
"I don't like your tone."
"Please don't fight, pleads Misaka Misaka!"
"Whatever."
"I apologize, to both of you."
The other Sisters let our the breath that they had been holding.
2:44pm ET
"Thanks for coming on such short notice, Washuu-chan."
"I told you I don't mind being your on-call doctor. Who're the patients?"
"All of them. The females are forced-growth clones with artificially short lifespans and shared memories. The male is being assisted by the females just so he can walk."
"They're five of the Misaka Sisters, including Last Order, and Accelerator. Say it that way next time - save us both some time. Hello, kids. Your conditions aren't something I can treat in the field."
"They need a place to live anyway."
Washuu ignored Rob. "I'll put you up until you're cured. After that, I'm kicking you out."
Rob nodded. "By then, I might have found a place for them to stay. Keep me posted, please." He turned to the newcomers. "Before you go -"
"We haven't agreed to go anywhere, Donaldson."
"Accelerator, she's forgotten more about medicine than the best doctors in Academy City - including Heaven Canceller - have ever learned. If you want to walk on your own again, you're going with her. Not a threat, not a promise, just a statement of fact."
"Fine. Whatever."
Rob turned to the youngest Sister. "Before you go, I want to take a photo of the two of us together. Is that all right?"
"You have to let Original Misaka see it, insists Misaka Misaka."
"That's exactly why I wanted the photo in the first place," Rob replied with a chuckle.
5:06pm ET
"That was soooo boring! Why do you keep dragging us to these places, Rob-san?"
"You never know what you might learn in a place like this, Usagi-san. Would you rather be learning these things from a book?"
"That's homework. No, thanks."
"Then we go to the museums."
"So what did you learn today, Rob-san?" Ruiko asked as she climbed into the minibus.
"I learned that the radio in this minibus doesn't blank out static if you tune it to an unused frequency. You actually get radio noise."
Usagi and Mikoto both looked at Rob, who winked so that only the two of them could see it.
"Can we stop on the way back for groceries?" Makoto asked.
"How about we get dinner out tonight?" Rob asked in reply.
"Did something special happen today?" Kuroko asked.
"Something special happens every day, somewhere."
As the girls chatted with each other on the drive back to Ottawa, Rob wondered where he was going to find a place for six more people to live where they would be close by, but not so close that anyone other than Mikoto would notice them.
Epilogue
Blossom Apartments, Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
October 17, 2016
9:55am ET
Since the girls were off at school and university, Rob took the opportunity to catch up on his "landlord" correspondence.
Bills, bills, paperwork that required a Canadian citizen's signature (and Rob was still surprised that Lord Phantomhive couldn't find somebody to take care of that full-time - simply signing paperwork wasn't worth the second salary that Ciel was paying him and he was pouring into the girls' college funds), more bills, and an email from Washuu-chan.
The Sisters' treatment was coming along nicely - she expected them to have a decent lifespan by the time she was finished in a month. Decent for a baseline human, that is - none of them had asked for a Juraian lifespan ... yet.
For now, Washuu-chan was referring to the four older Sisters by the last digit in each of their serial numbers, mixing the On and Kun readings: 10032 was "Nii" (or "Niiko"), 10339 was "Kokono", 13577 was "Nana", and 19090 was "Rei". (Rob thought that at least they sounded like names, although "Rei" might cause confusion with Rei Hino... or Rei Ayanami. Of course, it wasn't up to him what they were called.)
Sasami liked them. She especially liked Misaka Misaka. (Washuu-chan had attached a photo of Last Order helping Sasami in the kitchen.) Sasami wasn't sure whether she liked Accelerator, though.
And they'd decided to ignore Touma's complaint in canon and call Misaka 10032's cat "Schrödinger" after all.
Once Rob had finished his reading, he saved off the photo, and was about to forward Washuu-chan's email to Railgun with a note to not let Kuroko see it when another email arrived. He opened it to discover Mihoshi had misheard one of the names and Kokono now wanted to be called Kokoro... which Rob approved of, thinking Heart was a better name than 9. He forwarded both emails to Mikoto with a smile.
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Beware of Chicken - Limited Print Edition |
Posted by: Shepherd - 02-08-2023, 05:21 PM - Forum: General Chatter
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The Beware of Chicken webnovel/audiobook is getting a limited print run now through February 28th, with books shipping in May.
https://store.podiumaudio.com/pages/bocboc
Quote:ABOUT BEWARE OF CHICKEN
A laugh-out-loud, slice-of-life martial-arts fantasy about... farming???
Jin Rou wanted to be a cultivator. A man powerful enough to defy the heavens. A master of martial arts. A lord of spiritual power. Unfortunately for him, he died, and now I’m stuck in his body. A slow, simple, fulfilling life in a place where nothing exciting or out of the ordinary ever happens... right?
Beware of Chicken first became a massive hit on Royal Road, where it amassed over 21 million views and an incredible group of loyal fans. The audiobook, narrated by the all-star narrator Travis Baldree, went on to become one of Audible's Best of Fantasy in 2022.To celebrate the fans that made Beware of Chicken a success, Casualfarmer and Podium have released this special edition hardcover, containing illustrations from cover designer Tsuu, for a limited time only.
Check out the series on Audible and Amazon!
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