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Toppling Towers (AKA A Social Misfit's Guide to Dethroning Your Uncle): Chapter 1
Author's Note: Guess who finally wrote a thing? Hint: It was me! I wrote the thing! So after a veeerrryy long period of dormancy, here's a fic! This is Chapter 1 in a massive art trade with the beautiful, the talented, kozzdraw! There will probably be around 8 chapters, all and all. All of the characters (save for Roxie in this chapter) belong to kozzdraw. You can find their character sheets linked to under the story. All of the writing is courtesy of yours truly! I'm a little rusty, and I'm not quite sure I'm totally happy with the results, but at least I did it! Friendly reminder: Writing and proofreading commissions and art trades are OPEN!
“Are you injured, m’lady?” The gallant knight asked, stepping over the scaly carcass of the recently slain beast. He extended his hand in greeting. “I am Baulur Ironstar, of the Western Isles.”
The scantily clad elfin maiden smiled beatifically. “Thank you, Baulur Ironstar. I am unharmed, thanks to you. You saved me, and I am eternally grateful.”
“Is that so?” A smirk spread across the knight’s face. “Well, there’s a place nearby where two people can have some privacy… to chat.” This time he reached out and snatched her hand from her side.
The upward curve of the woman’s lips transformed her mild expression into a knife-like grin. “That sounds nice.” This time there was a clear hint of malice in her voice. “But I’m afraid you’re about to become indisposed.” As she spoke the ground beneath the knight rumbled and split open with an echoing yawn, revealing a dungeon portal. Baulur hadn’t the time to move and could only stare in horror as he plummeted into the cavern. The cave below him was filled with writing slime monsters and… dicks? “No…!” His shrieks hung heavy in the air as the earth swallowed him, accompanied by a cacophony of female laughter.
“That was sweet!” A voice crackled to life over the speaker system.
Roxie’s laugh reverberated in her ear. “Serves him right, bullying all those girls.”
Auggie hummed in response and slung her feet up onto the desk, nearly missing the keyboard with practiced precision. She had let her protégé pick the target this time. She was no justice warrior, but every now and then, she would admit, the internet could use some cleansing. The trick had been a simple one, but she was trying to ease her apprentice into the world of internet trolling. Crashing whole servers would come later. A knock at the door interrupted her gloating.
“Hold on Rox, someone’s here. I’ll be right back.”
“Actually,” Roxie hesitated, “I should probably go. My boyfriend’s going out of town next week, so he’s coming over tonight.”
“Boyfriend?!” Auggie, already on her feet, squawked into her mic. “We were supposed to do a raid tonight! I’ve been planning for it all week” “I know. I’m super sorry!” Roxie groveled over the line. “But we can do it next week! Please don’t be mad.” Auggie’s faced scrunched up as she seethed. She hoped Roxie could hear the contempt through their connection.
“Fine. Whatever.” She snapped.
“Aw, c’mon Auggie. I’ll make it up to you, I promise!” “I said whatever!” Her voice was laced with agitation.
There was a long pause. “So… I’ll talk to you later?” Roxie asked hopefully.
Auggie closed out of the call.
The knocking on the door was more insistent now. “I’m coming!” She barked, still grumbling as she shuffled towards the door. How dare Roxie bail on her like that? They were supposed to be friends, weren’t they? Sure, they had never met before, but that shouldn’t matter! She was still fuming when she stood on her tiptoes to peer through the peephole. She was greeted by a single angry blue eye.
“Auggie, let me in.” Auggie opened the door but left the deadbolt in place. “What do you want, Pug?” She asked, sizing up her brother through the crack between the door and its frame. It must have been raining, because he was soaked from his quaffed blonde hair to his steel-toed boots. Water droplets clung to his long black coat and shimmered under the flickering porch light.
His tone was as stern as ever, and it ignited a flame of resentment in her gut. “We need to talk. Let me in.” “Why should I?” she narrowed her eyes at him. Pug scowled. “Don’t be childish. Let me in or I’ll kick the door down.” He probably would, too. Auggie didn’t feel like testing him. She unlatched the deadbolt and held the door open. It was definitely raining. The wind blew cold flecks of water into the tiny mudroom. “Fine. Come in, make yourself at home or whatever.”
Pug tromped in, not even bothering to wipe off his boots. Auggie ghosted after him, slipping past to lead him back into her base of operations. Pug squinted into the dark room, lit only by the blue glow of half a dozen computer monitors, while his younger sister began sweeping empty instant noodle cups to one side of a small round table. He busied himself by dragging a chair from the corner, having to relocate several wide-eyed plush toys to the ground to do so. He seated himself at the table while Auggie pulled her computer chair around the other side. She laced her fingers in front of her face, blonde bangs falling in her eyes. “You said you wanted to talk. Talk.”
Pug had become distracted by wrinkling his nose at a heap of empty microwavable meal containers. “This place is filthy.” He remarked.
Auggie’s blood boiled. “Shut up, Pug! Don’t tell me how to live! God, you’re such a tool!”
Pug steeled himself against the onslaught of rage, raising his hands in apathetic surrender. He hadn’t come to start a fight. He really did need to talk to her. “Forget it. Listen,” He took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Tuna’s pregnant.”
Auggie almost choked on a guffaw. “Petunia? Preggers? You can’t be serious! That airhead is gonna raise a fucking kid?” She was practically giddy over her sister’s plight. When her fit of giggles subsided she noticed Pug wasn’t laughing with her. That was odd. The one bond the two shared was gossiping about their flighty sister, especially now that she was dating Hyson, a wild-eyed unicorn her brother loathed.
“Wait, is it Hyson’s kid? That is rich! I get it, you think the guy’s trouble, but come on! How can you not find this funny?”
Pug let his meaty hands drop to the table more heavily than he had intended. “Dammit, Auggie! This is bigger than Tuna and Hyson. This has implications for all of us!”
“Implications? That’s a pretty big word for you bro.” Auggie sniped, still cackling.
“Auggie!” Pug’s voice boomed through the room to a backdrop of a thunder clap. The storm must really be picking up outside. He was on his feet now, hands planted on the table. “That child will be our blood, and it will likely have all of the powers of the most magical creature in the known world. Can’t you think of anyone that might interest?!”
The color drained from Auggie’s already pallid face. Any trace of humor vanished, replaced by a façade of primness and professionalism. She sat up straight, folded her hands in her lap. “I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about, dear brother.” Pug pursed his lips. “Don’t play dumb, Auggie. It doesn’t suit you.”
“I’m not-“ Auggie began to protest, put Pug’s piercing stare dissuaded her. She couldn’t lie to him. She chewed her bottom lip. “What does Uncle Raidor have to do with this?” Pug’s jaw was set so tightly that she expected to hear it crack. “Come on, Auggie. Don’t try to tell me you can’t see it. Hyson’s useless. He couldn’t do a card trick without hurting himself. But this child – who knows? Can you imagine what would happen if he got ahold of half of the magic a unicorn is capable of producing? How much power that would give him?”
Auggie averted her gaze, instead staring into the soulless eyes of one of the Tokidoki figurines lining the shelf just above and to the left of her brother’s head. “So?” She said coldly, “What’s that got to do with me?” She had never really liked Petunia. Loved her, to some extent, of course, but never liked her. And now she was sharing a sickeningly-sweet, vomit-inducing romance with Hyson Sable. It disgusted her. It wasn’t fair. Why did Tuna of all people get these things handed to her? If someone wanted to pop her perfect little bubble, Auggie wouldn’t pretend to weep over it.
Pug released a strangled, exasperated sigh. He could see his sister’s resentment seeping out of her pores. “It has everything to do with both of us!” He snarled. Patience had never been one of his strengths, and what small amount he possessed was quickly deserting him. “Are you telling me you enjoy living like this?” He swept his hand to the side for dramatic emphasis, sending a small collection of empty energy drink cans scattering across the floor. “Lord Raidor pays for all of this, and he can take it away any time he wants! He’s got plans for us, plans for everyone, and he just about owns the entire fucking city. He always gets what he wants, and if anyone gets in his way…. Well, you’re smart enough to have figured out what happened to our parents.
Auggie winced, swallowed. She knew. She wished every day she didn’t know, hadn’t gone looking. She had scoured building plans, electrical invoices, police incident reports. Fires like that didn’t just happen. “So don’t get in his way.”
Pug sat again. All of his frustrations seemed to have blown over. But Auggie knew better. It wasn’t gone, it was burning brighter than ever; it had graduated to a cool, terrifying anger that reminded her a little bit too much of their uncle. She could see it in the glint in his eye, in the whiteness of his knuckles as he folded his hands together in front of him. “Auggie,” When he finally spoke again, his voice was too soft, too level. “Are you afraid of Uncle Raidor?”
Auggie scowled and tch’d. “If course not.”
“Then you’re not as smart as you claim you are. In fact, you’re a goddamn idiot.”
“Listen asshole!” It was her turn to jump to her feet. But she stopped there, noticing the way Pug was watching: head tilted, expression neutral. He had been goading her and she had fallen for it. Sometimes she forgot her bone-crusher brother wasn’t as dumb as he looked. She sighed, slumped back down in her seat, turned his words over in her head. There was sense to them, hidden under all of the stupidity that came with defying Lord Raidor. He had gotten one thing right: she didn’t like living under his thumb. Didn’t like authority in general. Especially adults who would never understand her. The notion of rebellion was sweeter than she had anticipated, especially when it was on such a grand scale.
“Okay, so something has to be done. What did you have in mind?”
“I…” Pug trailed off, fidgeting self-consciously. “I don’t know yet.” Responding to some snide comment she hadn’t made, he tacked on, “But I will think of something. And I want to know you’re on board when I do.”
It took all of Auggie’s willpower to keep her eyes from rolling up to the ceiling. Pug? Make a plan? This would be a trip. “Fine. Come up with something that won’t get us both killed and I’m in.”
That was apparently all Pug needed to hear. He rose to his full towering height and brushed the remaining rain off of his coat as if he wasn’t about to step back out into the torrential downpour. “I’ll be in touch.”
“What, leaving so soon?” Auggie sneered. “We’ve got half of a family reunion right here. I thought we could put on matching sweaters and look at old photo albums.”
Pug stared at her with something between distaste and exhaustion. “Goodbye, Auggie.”
She didn’t see him out, didn’t move until she heard the door slam shut behind him. She exhaled slowly, composing herself, then wheeled her chair back over to the largest of the computer monitors. She was going on that raid, whether Roxie wanted to help or not.
Character References
Auggie Raidor
Pug Raidor
Lord Raidor
Petunia Raidor
Hyson Sable
Toppling Towers - Chapter 2
Heeyyyyy! Look who's back! With the second chapter, at that! This is Chapter 2 of an art trade with my dear friend Kozz! You should totally check out her tumblr. She's a fantastic artist and is working on some really exciting stuff. All of the characters in this piece were created by and belong to Kozz. Additionally, the fact that the main character and I use the same name is purely coincidental. As always, comments, compliments, and critiques are always welcome! And I'm always open for art trades and commissions! Hit me up!
The rain pelted down with renewed vigor, pounding the pavement like it was holding a grudge. Thunder rolled overhead, followed by tendrils of lightning that illuminated the churning black clouds. Pug’s heavy boots sloshed as he trudged through the flooded streets. Every careless or misplaced step sent cold water splashing onto the leg of his pants, giving the denim an uncomfortable damp weight. The hood of his long black coat was pulled up against the wind and rain, and his hands were shoved deep in his pockets. On a normal day he would have walked these streets with a puffed chest and a swagger, but now he was hunched over, neck bowed and shoulders drawn in. It was only partially in defense against the storm; he couldn’t afford to be noticed this close to his sister’s house so early in the game.
Unfortunately, it seemed he had already attracted some attention. For the past couple of blocks he had had the uncanny feeling he was being watched. It was an uneasiness he would usually brush off, but the nature of the night’s mission had inspired a healthy paranoia. Furtive glances over his shoulder, however, proved inconclusive. The street was empty. His tail was benefitting from the darkness – the windows of the surrounding sky-rises were, for the most part, black, leaving only a handful of quivering streetlights to stave off the night. Through the downpour Pug could only see a few feet in any direction.
Between discrete surveys of his surroundings he inventoried the stray cars that sped past, cataloging their color and model. No two had been similar enough to warrant suspicion. On one scan he thought he detected a faint, green glow, but had brushed it off as a trick of the light. Of course it wasn’t….
“Hello Pug,” A familiar voice greeted him from the shadows of the alley he had just passed.
Nox.
Pug stopped, but didn’t turn, didn’t betray his surprise. He was irked at how easily the other man had dogged him without detection. Nox would make a damn good spy. If he hadn’t spent his whole life looking over his shoulder Pug might not have noticed him at all.
“How long have you been following me?” He asked stiffly.
Nox stepped out onto the street, shrugged. “Not long,” he replied.
Like Pug, he wore a heavy black coat with the hood pulled up over his head, its shadow mingling with his black hair and the fluorescent street lights to make his face appear even more gaunt than usual, and his pure obsidian eyes all the more unnerving.
Finally, Pug turned to face him. “Let me rephrase that. Why are you following me?”
A wry smile tugged at Nox’s thin lips “Do I need an excuse to have a chat with a friend?”
Pug snorted. He and Nox were hardly friends. To be honest, he liked the guy. Nox was, for the most part, sensible. He was calm and soft-spoken. Maybe Pug even wished they were friends. But Nox was Hyson’s best friend and constant ally. As far as Pug was concerned, that put them on opposite ends of the playing field.
When Pug didn’t say anything further, Nox continued. “I’m assuming you heard the news?”
Pug stiffened. “About Petunia? Yeah, I heard.”
“You don’t seem very enthusiastic.”
Pug ground his teeth, biting back a slew of unsavory words. “I’m sorry I’m not overjoyed that your hooligan friend knocked up my little sister.”
Nox affixed him with an expression that might have been curiosity if it had not been overshadowed by the cool confidence that said he knew everything he needed to. “I think,” he ventured, “that this is about more than your feud with Hyson.”
Pug was silent. Nox changed tactics. “You were visiting your sister, weren’t you?”
That made Pug bristle. Just how long had Nox been watching him? Why he had he just now noticed?
“What’s it to you?” He growled.
“Like I said, I want to talk.”
“We’re talking.”
“Really talk.” Nox glanced back into the alley. “Maybe somewhere… less conspicuous?”
Pug’s eyes flicked from Nox to the alley and then back. Despite his aggravation, his interest was piqued. He didn’t have any bad blood with Nox. One might even say he trusted him.
“Fine,” he grunted, trudging into the alley, still hunched over. Nox ghosted after him. The tiny crevice between buildings was blessedly blocked from the wind. The smell of soggy garbage made up for the lack of discomfort.
Nox picked his way around a trash bag torn open by scavengers, wrinkling his nose as he did so, and took to leaning against the wall opposite Pug. They regarded each other before a long moment before either spoke.
“You’re not stupid Pug, despite what you’d like people to believe.”
“Wow. Thanks.” Sarcasm apparently ran in the family.
Nox elected to ignore the comment. “You must have realized that Petunia’s pregnancy has other… implications. Of a political nature, that is.”
Nox was being formal, picking his words carefully. It got under Pug’s skin.
“I know that. So what is this? Your way of telling me to back off while you and your buddy handle things?”
Nox chuckled, though without humor. “Hardly. Hyson isn’t… sufficiently aware of the situation.”
The suspicion was plain on Pug’s face. “Are you going to make him aware?”
“I wasn’t planning on it.” He was back to choosing his words. “As you’ve probably noticed, Hyson can be… impulsive.”
“I would never have guessed.” Pug managed through clenched teeth. He had a less than fond memory of Hyson masquerading as a woman to sneak aboard and sabotage a cruise ship on which he had been conducting business – and all as petty vengeance for some petty injury Pug may have caused him when he learned that Hyson was pursuing his sister,
Nox couldn’t help but smile a bit, presumably at the expression on Pug’s face. “Hyson does have an impressive knack for self-preservation. His ability to come out on top of even the most ridiculous situations is a form of magic in its own right. But I don’t think that all of the magic in the world could save him if he went crashing into Lord Raidor half-cocked. Your uncle-“
“Don’t call him that.”
“- Lord Raidor,” Nox corrected, “Is cunning, powerful, and well-connected. This isn’t a war Hyson is ready to fight.”
"So you figured you’d dump the whole mess on me, then? Put my ass on the line instead of your buddy’s?” Pug growled.
Nox arched an eyebrow and matched Pug’s angry gaze with a knowing and sickeningly self-satisfied smile. “You say that like you weren’t planning on dethroning Lord Raidor before I came along. Like I said, Pug, you’re not stupid. You know a storm is coming. No, it’s already here. Local chatter says Raidor’s got plans for you. You’re the heir to his empire, after all. Taking care of him is in your best interest -- unless the concept of lycanthropy is appealing to you. This is just a convenient excuse to take action.”
“If you already know all this why are you even here?” Pug struggled valiantly, but failed, to keep his tone conversational.
“I’m here to help you, Pug. Or, maybe more accurately, direct you to someone who can.”
Pug scoffed. “Trying to play matchmaker with people stupid enough to take on the most powerful man in the city?”
Nox continued as if he hadn’t heard Pug’s derision. “She’s someone who suffered directly under Lord Raidor’s relocation program. You know the one. Offer up a safe habitat for all of the creatures who aren’t suited to city life, charge outrageous fees for them to live there, even if they were there first? Force those who can’t pay into servitude? I met her through Hyson. She’s a genius, in her own way. She knows trouble’s brewing and she’s got a plan. I figured you two could benefit from each other’s assistance.”
Pug stared at Nox for a long moment, trying to decide what motives the other man might have to double-cross him. From where he stood, Nox had no dog in this fight. He was loyal to Hyson, though, and had to know what Lord Raidor would do if the unicorn became a liability. “Alright, I’ll bite. Who is she?”
A vague hint of a smile crossed Nox’s face. “Myriot… well, she’s a bit reclusive. I think it’s better if you meet her for yourself.”
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Rap rap rap.
God, this again? Auggie huffed and hit the “pause” button on her controller. Her visitors were lucky they had just missed her raid or she would have let them stand out in the rain until she finished.
Rap rap rap.
The knocking had not changed in speed or intensity but still managed to be more insistent.
“Just a second!” Auggie yelled, heading for the door. Who was calling on her at this time of night? She rarely entertained one guest in a day, but this was her second in a matter of hours.
As had become her habit, she leaned up to look through the peephole. Her stomach dropped into her shoes.
Outside stood two tall, imposing figures; one pale with neatly combed white hair and an impressive mustache to match, the other with skin as dark as the storm clouds overhead. The former was tapping his foot impatiently while the latter stood stoically by, clasping his hands together in front of him.
It was too late now to pretend she wasn’t home. Even if they hadn’t heard her a moment ago, where else would she be at this hour? She had only one option.
She opened the door to face the oncoming storm.
The mounted porch light threw the men’s shadows back down the steps. Auggie huddled in the gloom of the hallway, looking up at her visitors and shielding herself with the half-opened door. Both towered over her, blocking her view of the outside world.
“What do you want?” She snapped, clutching the cool doorknob, preparing to slam the door.
“Is that any way to talk to your uncle?” Lord Storm Raidor was smiling, but there was a hint of a threat in his voice.
Blue eyes bored into blue eyes as they stared each other down, each waiting for the other to look away. Blazing defiance clashed with tempered steel. It was a battle Auggie always lost. She averted her gaze and stepped to the side, revealing the inside of her home as if it were her throat. “I’m sorry. Come in.” She bit off a sharp “or whatever”.
Raidor beamed. “That’s my favorite niece.”
He had always done that – picked favorites, pitted the siblings against each other. The “favorite” was always the one that had the most to offer him. In their younger years it had often been Petunia; she was soft and unassuming, easy to parade around and to show off as the symbol of The Perfect Raidor Family™. Pug may have been uncouth, but he was also the heir to the family business, so he too had accrued certain privileges through favoritism. Auggie was rude, unyielding, and “too smart for her own good”. Thus, the great honor of being the “favorite” had rarely been levied on her. She suspected the only reason Lord Raidor acquiesced to her demands to live alone was to get her out of his hair.
But now he owned her. Her house, her computers, Raidor money had paid for all of it. One misstep and he could take away everything she had. He had more influence over her now than he had when she had lived in his manor. She had more to lose now.
Raidor stepped into the house, running a hand through his carefully styled hair. He was followed by the second man – Ludric, Raidor’s second-in-command. He was as silent as ever. She had seen him hundreds of time but only heard his voice a handful. It was eerie.
Intentionally shuffling, she led the pair to a shabby living room, littered with paper and food wrappers. Half of the chairs were occupied with oversized plush dolls with huge, soulless eyes. It was, at least, tidier than the room she had entertained Pug in. Still, Lord Raidor wrinkled his nose in obvious disgust.
“This place is a pigsty! What happened to the maid?”
Auggie sank down onto the couch, next to an overstuffed rabbit. “I fired her.” She said defensively. “She kept moving my stuff! And touching my computers!”
“I will not have my niece living in such filth!” Raidor declared. Though apparently loathe to do so, he took a seat in a sagging arm chair. “If you are going to live on your own you must take better care of yourself and your belongings.”
Auggie stared down at her hands, listened as patiently as she could manage. She had no doubt a new maid would be on her doorstep within a week.
While her uncle droned on about the importance of cleanliness, she snuck a peek at Ludric. He had taken to standing behind Lord Raidor’s seat, hands folded in front of him, black eyes alert but fixed on the wall behind her. She could see why they called him “The Shadow of the Storm”. He followed Lord Raidor like a dark cloud; silent, watchful. On paper he was a company executive, but in reality he was more of a one-man clean-up crew. Whenever Raidor’s work got messy Ludric was there to tidy up. While spelunking through archived police reports she had even been able to tie him to several unsolved arson cases (not that the cops would ever get that far). There were even rumors that he was as human as his employer; more specifically, that he was a black phoenix. As she stared she began imagining him engulfed in flames.
He lowered his gaze to meet hers. She looked away.
“Have you met with your tutor this week?” Lord Raidor had changed topics.
“Yes.” Auggie fibbed. She hadn’t seen him in weeks – she’d told him she was going out of town. It was mostly because she didn’t like him, didn’t like how he acted like he was smarter than her, but also because the extended edition of Dragonscape had just come out and she had been too engaged in the new quests to bother calling him.
Raidor affixed her with a contemptuous stare. It felt like he was peeling away layers of her flesh with his eyes. “Don’t lie to me, Auggie.” He said, and she could see his hands clenching in his lap.
Auggie swallowed. This was what trapped animals felt like. She was caught, there was nowhere to run. So she lashed out. “I don’t even see why I need a tutor! I’m already smarter than most adults! It’s not like I’m ever going to need to know ancient literature or the quadratic formula!”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “I am aware of your academic prowess, which is why I allowed you to be tutored privately rather than sending you to associate with the riff raff in public school. But I will not tolerate a member of this family going without a basic education. Imagine how that would reflect on me!”
Of course. Of course this wasn’t really about her. It was always about what people would think, about the Raidor family reputation. No one in her family gave a damn about her – not her uncle, not Pug, not Petunia. Would it not cast him in a negative light she was sure Raidor would be happy to leave her on the side of the road somewhere. And her brother and sister? They had moved out and left her with that monster! The only person looking out for Auggie was Auggie.
“But he’s awful!” She argued, folding her arms. “He just talks and talks and talks! I’m so sick of him!”
“Phineus is the best tutor money can buy, and I will have no more of your nonsense!” Raidor boomed. Auggie cringed. When she could look him in the eye again his expression had softened. There was a fleeting hint of a smile on his face. “Auggie, dear,” He crooned, “You know I worry about you, out here on your own where I can’t look after you. It would ease my mind if you were somewhere I knew you were being taken care of. I own a share of a quaint little school for girls out in-“
“You can’t send me to boarding school!” Auggie erupted, jumping to her feet.
Raidor was grinning now. “Now now, it’s not as bad as all that. You’d make lots of new friends. They don’t allow personal electronic devices, so you’d have plenty of time to socialize.”
“What?!” Auggie squawked indignantly. “How dare you! Y-you can’t! That’s not fair!”
“Well, I suppose, if you truly prefer your current living situation, I could allow you to stay here. Provided, of course, that your attitude and behavior improve. I only want what’s best for you, after all.”
Auggie glowered at him, fists clenched at her sides. What could she do? “Fine. I’ll call my stupid fucking tutor.”
Now Lord Raidor’s smile was genuine, it had lost its edge of malice. “I’m happy to hear that. I’m glad we had this talk.” He checked his watch, pretending to care what time it was. Then he rose. “I’m afraid I must take my leave. Walk me out, dear.”
Grudgingly, Auggie followed Raidor and Ludric out into the hall. Raidor’s pace was brisk, giving Auggie a good pretense for remaining a safe distance behind them. She stopped several feet from the door and watched Ludric hold it open. Relief prickled under her skin. She wanted them gone. Her home felt violated by their very presence, like it would never be safe again.
“Oh Auggie,”
She froze, looked to where her uncle had paused halfway through the door.
“You wouldn’t happen to have seen your brother lately, would you?”
Her conversation with Pug flashed through her mind. “No.” She said gruffly.
Lord Raider hummed, lifting his nose into the air and inhaling deeply. She wondered if he could smell Pug on her. He probably smelled like wet dog. She grimaced, waiting for her own lie to hang her. But Raidor only shook his head. “Very well. It’s been a pleasure, as always, my lovely niece.”
Auggie could only nod numbly as Ludric closed the door behind them. Through the peephole she watched the storm go.
Pug was right: something had to be done.
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Hatoful Boyfriend/Art Stream [Online!]
Hello there friends! I had so much fun on my last stream of Hatoful that I’ve decided to make it a regular thing. This will be the official post that will be reblogged whenever I start a stream! Find the Stream Here!
Have you ever wanted to listen to me seduce pigeons? Want to watch awesome art while you listen to me seduce pigeons? Well this is your lucky day! For the next hour or two I will be playing through the game Hatoful Boyfriend (fully narrated and commented on by yours truly) while the amazing Kozzdraw creates some amazing art!
The Stream is Currently: Online The Chat Password Is: sharks Want to Multistream? Send me an ask! Completed Playthroughs: Fujishiro Nageki, Dr. Iwamine Shuu (Full), Professor Nanaki Kazuaki, Oko San
Have suggestions for other dating sims I should play and narrate? I’d love to hear them! Drop me a line!
Hatoful Boyfriend/Art Stream [offline]
Hello there friends! I had so much fun on my last stream of Hatoful that I’ve decided to make it a regular thing. This will be the official post that will be reblogged whenever I start a stream! Find the Stream Here!
Have you ever wanted to listen to me seduce pigeons? Want to watch awesome art while you listen to me seduce pigeons? Well this is your lucky day! For the next hour or two I will be playing through the game Hatoful Boyfriend (fully narrated and commented on by yours truly) while the amazing Kozzdraw creates some amazing art!
The Stream is Currently: Offline The Chat Password Is: sharks Want to Multistream? Send me an ask! Completed Playthroughs: Fujishiro Nageki, Dr. Iwamine Shuu (Full), Professor Nanaki Kazuaki, Oko San
Have suggestions for other dating sims I should play and narrate? I’d love to hear them! Drop me a line!