Fawful: This is yet another, short, yucky update, my sweet friend!
Sap: Shaddup, cheesecake head. She's sick, and she has a writer's block on the next scene she has to write. Something about the Proxians.
Flash: If she's sick, then why did she start writing =Isaac hood: Adepts in tights=?
Balm: *yawns* Beats me. She probably just took her brother's advice and started writing humor.
Sap: Why?
Balm: She's co-authoring one of his stories, he said she was good at it, etc.
Sap: Oh.
bladegryphon: *shoos the muses away* Get out of here, all of you! Heh, sorry to all my readers, this is all that I've written since the last chapter, due to a stupid writer's block that won't go away. I'm posting this now because one of my reviewers requested it, so all of you have to thank Mesoforte for this!
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"Hey, what are you doing out here? I called you for dinner at least fifteen minutes ago, Sheba."
The said jupiter adept looked up to meet Jenna's curious gaze. "I'm not very hungry right now."
Jenna sat down beside her, looking into the river as well. "That's not all, is it." While she couldn't read minds, the mars adept still had a pretty good sense of what emotion a person would be feeling. "You seem sad and defeated."
Sheba sighed and dipped her foot into the running water, not minding the chills sent up her spine. "I've been trying to contact Isaac through a mind link, but it's not working; he's either out of my range, or in a psynergy-sealed place..."
"... C-could he be dead?"
"No, I would've sensed it if he was..." Both were fighting the moisture forming in their eyes, due to worry over their friend. "I'll try again a little later. You go back to the others."
Jenna stood and walked over to the edge of the clearing before saying, "Only if you promise to come eat within the hour."
"Of course I will, you don't have to worry about me." The red-clad girl nodded and left, allowing Sheba to focus on contacting Isaac again. Ignoring all things around her, she projected her mind over the area, searching for the aura that he sent out, passing over all others... until her focus was abruptly yanked out of her control.
The jupiter adept cried out and clutched her head, but she couldn't break the mental grip of the one who had seized her. A voice came over the connection, sounding panicked and afraid, yet timid at the same time. ::Please, you have to help me, I can't take this anymore, get me out of here!::
::Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?:: She forced her thoughts over the connection, barely able to break through the disorganized jumble reaching her mind.
::I'm at the palace, please, you-::
::At the palace? As in, near Alex?!::
::Y-yes... why? Who are you?::
::I'm part of the resistance against him. Maybe we can help each other.::
::Like me giving you information to help overthrow him?::
::Exactly. How much do you think you could get?:: Sheba could barely conceal her excitement. If this person was close enough to Alex, then the resistance could cause all kinds of trouble that would be otherwise impossible.
::I... I could probably get quite a bit, I think. I mean, nothing's certain, but I'm friends with one of his advisors, and I'm also his page...::
Sheba's jaw dropped. She just couldn't believe her luck. ::That's... that's great! Look, I have to tell this to the others, I'll contact you again later, okay?::
::Um, sure... anything I can do right now to help out?::
::...Well, it would really help if you could start picking off his advisors -- not the one that you're friends with, of course.::
::I'll tell Menardi that. I know -- well, I think -- her sister would love to do that, being the prankster she is.::
::Great.:: Sheba felt the connection break and her headache recede as she stood up to go tell the others the good news.
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Zephyr: Review! And go read Kevin C's stories, as they're pretty good!
Sap: Shaddup, cheesecake head. She's sick, and she has a writer's block on the next scene she has to write. Something about the Proxians.
Flash: If she's sick, then why did she start writing =Isaac hood: Adepts in tights=?
Balm: *yawns* Beats me. She probably just took her brother's advice and started writing humor.
Sap: Why?
Balm: She's co-authoring one of his stories, he said she was good at it, etc.
Sap: Oh.
bladegryphon: *shoos the muses away* Get out of here, all of you! Heh, sorry to all my readers, this is all that I've written since the last chapter, due to a stupid writer's block that won't go away. I'm posting this now because one of my reviewers requested it, so all of you have to thank Mesoforte for this!
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"Hey, what are you doing out here? I called you for dinner at least fifteen minutes ago, Sheba."
The said jupiter adept looked up to meet Jenna's curious gaze. "I'm not very hungry right now."
Jenna sat down beside her, looking into the river as well. "That's not all, is it." While she couldn't read minds, the mars adept still had a pretty good sense of what emotion a person would be feeling. "You seem sad and defeated."
Sheba sighed and dipped her foot into the running water, not minding the chills sent up her spine. "I've been trying to contact Isaac through a mind link, but it's not working; he's either out of my range, or in a psynergy-sealed place..."
"... C-could he be dead?"
"No, I would've sensed it if he was..." Both were fighting the moisture forming in their eyes, due to worry over their friend. "I'll try again a little later. You go back to the others."
Jenna stood and walked over to the edge of the clearing before saying, "Only if you promise to come eat within the hour."
"Of course I will, you don't have to worry about me." The red-clad girl nodded and left, allowing Sheba to focus on contacting Isaac again. Ignoring all things around her, she projected her mind over the area, searching for the aura that he sent out, passing over all others... until her focus was abruptly yanked out of her control.
The jupiter adept cried out and clutched her head, but she couldn't break the mental grip of the one who had seized her. A voice came over the connection, sounding panicked and afraid, yet timid at the same time. ::Please, you have to help me, I can't take this anymore, get me out of here!::
::Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?:: She forced her thoughts over the connection, barely able to break through the disorganized jumble reaching her mind.
::I'm at the palace, please, you-::
::At the palace? As in, near Alex?!::
::Y-yes... why? Who are you?::
::I'm part of the resistance against him. Maybe we can help each other.::
::Like me giving you information to help overthrow him?::
::Exactly. How much do you think you could get?:: Sheba could barely conceal her excitement. If this person was close enough to Alex, then the resistance could cause all kinds of trouble that would be otherwise impossible.
::I... I could probably get quite a bit, I think. I mean, nothing's certain, but I'm friends with one of his advisors, and I'm also his page...::
Sheba's jaw dropped. She just couldn't believe her luck. ::That's... that's great! Look, I have to tell this to the others, I'll contact you again later, okay?::
::Um, sure... anything I can do right now to help out?::
::...Well, it would really help if you could start picking off his advisors -- not the one that you're friends with, of course.::
::I'll tell Menardi that. I know -- well, I think -- her sister would love to do that, being the prankster she is.::
::Great.:: Sheba felt the connection break and her headache recede as she stood up to go tell the others the good news.
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Zephyr: Review! And go read Kevin C's stories, as they're pretty good!