Rings of Honor

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::scribbled on Elven Garage stationery, a big greaseprint in the middle of the page:: Yeah, so I heard that Big Cas was takin' all challengers, so I thought I'd get my bid in quick. My peers are below... get ready, boss man! I'm good on weeknights. M. Chase MacLaren Peers: Skyler CJ- 6/16/05, Imp Ho...

::skids in backwards, tacking a note to the cork::

Count me in, big bro. Couldn't go without doing my civic duty, y'know.

Chase

::toothy grin, speeds off::

She ran the chamois cloth along the frame of the bike for the 37th time, although it seemed like the 1st. She could see herself in the panels’ black shine, the smile she didn’t realize she was sporting visible there. She couldn’t believe that she was finally finished with it, and it would finally ma...

Morning. Jono’s body is warmer than usual. This and the freshly scrubbed scent of his skin tells her he’s been out running. She’s never met an earlier bird than herself, so his sunrise disappearances and stealth in taking them never fail to give her a secret pleasure that only he could understand. S...

She took a tentative step into the room, her eyes darting side to side like they usually did when she was in an unfamiliar place. Her gaze kept returning to the tank, which appeared to be lit from below with a calming blue light. She could see him there, could recognize his frame anywhere, although ...

She took a tentative step into the room, her eyes darting side to side like they usually did when she was in an unfamiliar place. Her gaze kept returning to the tank, which appeared to be lit from below with a calming blue light. She could see him there, could recognize his frame anywhere, although ...

The Starlight Foundation. Founded by Vincent Smith to help clean up the streets of Badside, the patrols that issue from the mid-sized building seem to need no sleep, no food, and no rest. But for the moment, that seemed rather unimportant to two individuals. One was actually inside the building, dee...

The Starlight Foundation. Founded by Vincent Smith to help clean up the streets of Badside, the patrols that issue from the mid-sized building seem to need no sleep, no food, and no rest. But for the moment, that seemed rather unimportant to two individuals. One was actually inside the building, dee...

The sunlight coming through the wall of windows on the east side of Chase’s apartment shone dully behind the dark grey shades, casting a twilight-like shadow across the loft. She loved waking up like this, the gentle brightening of the loft much more pleasant than an alarm clock or direct sunshine. ...

It was dark. Completely dark, as if light never dreamed of coming to this place. She couldn’t say that she was afraid, though everything about the situation told her that she should. She was actually rather comfortable—dozing in the grass, hearing birds chirp in the distance. She recognized the scen...

Chase didn’t think she could care about anyone more than she cared about Pslyder. She never believed she was capable of caring about someone more than she cared about herself. It scared and fascinated her, the pain she felt when she saw his wounds from the binding ceremony. She’d never felt that ter...

Chase is an early bird. She rarely slept for more than five hours a night, and when she did, it was never the kind of sleep that Verceterix Gavin Favre was enjoying right now. Even with the relaxation that RhyDin gave her, she always slept with one eye open and one ear listening, just waiting for th...

“Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage…. Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage…someone will say what is lost can never be saved…Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage… “ All you could see was her boot tapping from beneath the car she was building from scr...