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Lancer [Mechs, Magic, and Intrigue]

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Lancer [mechs, magic, and intrigue]

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Shoujo⁴: Hatsukoi Reunion

I'm still around, been busy but have not lost interest in this.

Mage The Ascension: Illusion and Reality in the City of Sin

Man Jianghong

A slender form slid out of the shadows, perhaps surprising the other new arrivals. As it stepped forward into the harsh light, it became a woman in a qipao dress, long dark hair tied back in a braid as severe as her features. Coal-dark eyes set wide above angular cheekbones narrowed at Ezekiel.

"Hello, Ezekiel," she said, her voice low and smoky, a whisper of an accent hardening the consonants. "I didn't think I had business with you. I still don't know if I do. It's not like you to advertise. And this display - " she waved a hand negligently at the tower that was blasting energy across the EM spectrum " - is not your style. That makes me a little suspicious."

Her hand closed into a fist, held lightly at her side.

"When I get suspicious, I get nervous. Remember, Ezekiel? You don't like it when I'm nervous. Better start explaining."

A Kingdom of Broken Names (Kensai x HyliaIncarnate)

Estelle watched the play of emotion across the young woman's delicate features. Something she'd learned at her grandfather's side - how to watch, and wait. Patience and watchfulness were underrated virtues among those who would lead men, and those who would kill them. More men had died due to impatience and carelessness, he'd told her, than by sword or spear or the bloody flux that stalked every army.

The smile didn't waver, even as her eyes caught every movement. The flick of the gaze, the shifting of the weight. Thoughts and considerations in the balance, a decision being made. It wasn't much different from reading your opponent in a duel. And if you were patient, and watchful, and you waited long enough, they'd make their move.

Of course, sometimes you could press the move a little. Show a little of your own intention, to provoke their action.

"I'm truly sorry, my lady," Estelle said, hand still held out, unwavering. "I'd rather not press you so hard, but a wiser head than mine has warned of the dire fates to come if you are not brought into the light. On your choice hangs the fate of all Delicana, and the world beyond. Destiny calls... milady Leah."

The name that she hadn't given, falling from Estelle's lips. Her true name.

Looking for Three People to Embark on a Fantasy Adventure with!

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Mage The Ascension: Illusion and Reality in the City of Sin

Angry Young Woman

If you don't have a seat at the table, you're probably on the menu.

The Thousand-handed Scarlet Ghost

Tradition ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Akashic Brotherhood, Vajrapani Sect Spheres ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Life, Forces, Mind ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔	_______________________________________________ Man Jianghong Age 27 Outlook: Man Jianghong is angry. Angry with a system that doesn't acknowledge her existence, a world that couldn't care less, a universe shaped and run by wicked old men and stupid young ones. Man Jianghong isn't even her real name, it's the title of a poem written by a man who for all his valour and intelligence couldn't see his way through to bucking the system that was about to kill him. Not a lot of people get the irony involved here, but it's a good way to figure out who's an idiot. For all the foolishness in the world, though, there are people who get it. The ones in the Akasha, the voices that whisper to her, the ones that taught her the art of the breath when nobody else would. The ones who realised that here was someone who could show the world a different way. Never mind that she was a girl. Did that cross Avalokiteshvara's mind when they became Kuanyin? And sometimes, if a fool won't listen, you just have to punch him in the face until he will. That's a whole lot easier when you have a thousand fists to punch with. Call it comprehension through pugilation. One way or another, someday people will listen.	Personal History ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Man Jianghong used to be known as Ouyang Lan, a girl from an obscure rural village in Chaozhou province, China - a place remote and poor enough that even the Cultural Revolution hadn't touched it much. Because of that, her family - Wulong mages of an ancient lineage - had been able to hole up there, somewhat safe from the Technocracy's burgeoning hold over Chinese society. They got complacent though, and careless. Started training the heir to the line, Lan's brother. Demonstrating what could be done, and how. Underestimating just how savvy and persistent the Red Guards could be. They came through the village with both conventional and arcane arms. The Ouyang clan didn't stand a chance, and they knew it. Surrendered meekly and got sent for reeducation, instead of being executed out of hand. Having your frontal cortex burned out and your connection to the Akasha sundered forever wasn't as bad as death, if you were a coward. Lan had hidden away. The local fox spirits, vile things though they were, had even less love for the Technocracy than they had for human mages, and their leader was old and cunning. She could smell the incipient power in Lan, taste the strands of fate that tied the girl to the elder spirits. Made a bargain with them. The girl would live, have a chance to learn the secrets of the universe; the foxes would live, shielded from the Technocracy. Neither side had a lot of choice. It wasn't a great deal for anyone. But it worked. Ouyang Lan became Man Jianghong. The rest isn't history, but maybe someday it will be. Plot Hooks ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Man Jianghong is a scion of the Ouyang clan, whose main line still survives in exile. They aren't fully aware of her existence, and aren't likely to be best pleased if they discover the whole truth. She's obligated to the foxes of Chao'an, and if they decide to call on her help it would be hard and costly to say no.

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Operation Daytrip-A Heavenfall Story

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A Kingdom of Broken Names (Kensai x HyliaIncarnate)

Estelle smiled. There was a time, not very long ago - perhaps a month, but it felt like a lifetime already - when she'd have broken out into a broad grin. But she didn't have it in her any more, not since...

She caught herself before she descended into yet another grim reverie. If nothing else, it would be rude, and the young woman before deserved better than that. Deserved, if the tale were true, a very good deal better.

So the shadow of sorrow flashed across her eyes, and passed before it could reach her lips. The smile, if somewhat wan, was genuine and warm.

"Touché," she said, with the mildest edge to her tone that suggested the fencing term was not a mere metaphor to her. "I have spoken no lie, although I have omitted some of the truth. I have come many a mile, and Papillon does need a rest." She stroked the horse's flank. "And I will be on my way soon."

The smile went crooked, and Estelle's eyes hardened. "But I'll not be leaving without you, my lady. For I have come on an errand of the greatest import, for you, for me, and for the entire kingdom of Delicana." She held out her hand, and in the slant light of the afternoon Leah could see the faint lines of scars and calluses that marred its pale skin. "I'd be honoured if you would come along with me."

Mage The Ascension: Illusion and Reality in the City of Sin

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