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Kyon Kyonson

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A Dragon Among Thieves Ch. 1-7

Might as well use this space to shill myself. Here's the story that's basically been my life's work for the last few years. More to come.

Summary from Ao3:

Kazuma Kiryu thought this would be just another visit to Tokyo. Then he wandered past a certain school on a certain day in April, and everything got stranger from there. He might not understand these kids with their "Cognitions" and "Metaverses" and "Personas", but helping strangers, busting heads, and digging through a national conspiracy? All in a day's work for the Dragon of Dojima.

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If there is one thing that I NEED in sparking zero, it's everyone's favorite 18 line.

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I was rewatching some MST3K and got to the point where Mike Nelson dressed up as Janeway.

And I was idling wondering why he dressed up as Janeway specifically, if it was just the "man in a dress" sort of joke...

but then I remembered that this episode is from 1996. The two Star Trek shows running at the time were Star Trek: Voyager and Star Trek: Deep Space Nine.

Yeah, no, I see why they didn't dress him up as Captain Sisko.

Haunted by a fantasy world where "adventurer" is handled in the same way as "assassin" in John Wick. An ifykyk secondary economy running on gold coins where everyone knows each other but no one acknowledges the elephant in the room because we have manners about our weird-ass line of deadly desperate dangerous work.

Rolling into town, looking immaculate. Checking into the Inn. Not an inn, or the coaching house, or the traveler's hostel. The Inn. The one that takes my ridiculous oversized coin and says that my room is ready, and will I need to visit the Smith today? Perhaps a meeting with the Vintner? Shall I send up the Gourmand?

"Good afternoon, Master Whicke," the Smith says, putting aside the barrel scraper he's been working on to flip a switch beside the forge. Racks of tenpenny nails and trowels and hammers fold back to reveal the glittering points and edges of a score of swords and axes and spearpoints lit with the flicker of finely-tuned enchantments. "Shall we tour what's new?"

"What sort of occasion are we hosting, Master Whicke?" The Vintner asks, pocketing the coin with a sigh. "A funeral," you say.

"Ah, well perhaps something light to start, then," she says selecting a straight-walled flask that glitters with contained starlight, proof against the touch of the undead. " And something for remembrance," she plucks a small crock of something evil-smelling and phosphorescent. "And then something to really bring down the house." She gingerly selects a double ampoule of energetic looking jellies.

The Gourmand carefully runs his knife through the salted flank of a cockatrice with a pursing of the lips. "So many neglect trail rations, Master Whicke, and it is their shame. Paired with goldenwheat pancakes and carrion honey, a mouthful of cockatrice--properly seasoned of course--will keep the mummy rot at bay, even post-exposure. I have been given to indicate by the Management that your current escapade may make such information useful to you. I will of course wrap your purchases exceedingly carefully. Rot will be your constant companion in the Black Pyramid."

There's something here.

all of tumblr: we fucking hate bots

also tumblr:

Hey, I LOVE bots when they’re just here to play with us. COMMERCIAL bots suck.

Hey, I LOVE bots when

they’re just here to play with us.

COMMERCIAL bots suck.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

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