|Changling blind bag! Come to Trotcon 2013 to pick one of a dozen that I will be bringing|
Night Terrors- Chapter 6Nosedive ambled through the hallways of his underground home. Phil had just come in with their dinner and he was going back to his room for a quick shower. Working on the Aerowing could be just as much of a workout as an entire game, especially when they had to substitute brute strength for broken equipment. Nobody wanted to eat around someone who smelled like old gym socks.Night Terrors- Chapter 6 by ~sulana
He really, really badly wanted to come up with another prank. That flashback he'd had in front of Tanya was still playing through the back of his mind. There was nothing like a practical joke, or running from a recently victimized teammate, to get his mind off the past. Mallory's temper could always be counted on for a good reaction; but, he'd just got her last night. Pranking Mallory twice in the same number of days was begging for a trip to the infirmary. No, Mallory was out. Wildwing? No, poor guy was short on sleep and didn't need anything else thrown at him right now. Maybe Duke? It'd been a while since he'd d
Night Terrors- Chapter 5Fingers flying over the keyboard, Tanya forgot the world around her. Only the code flowing from her swiftly moving phalanges was important. It consumed her entire being, blocking out any other sound or distraction. This, this was life: the challenge of building, creating, solving. Few things short of a Drake One alarm could disrupt her creative flow once she entered it.Night Terrors- Chapter 5 by ~sulana
The program she was writing was finally nearing completion. Her Omnitool stored a wealth of information from past blueprints and designs to data from Puckworld. Unfortunately, the format she had stored it in wasn't readable by Earth's technology. When she had helped design and build their secret base, it had all been from memory or new designs. Creating Drake One had given her hope that she could once again access the data stored on her Omnitool. Unfortunately, that required extensive programming. She had to create a completely new language to translate the data from VNE to DOS. If only this primitive Earth technology w
Night Terrors- Chapter 4Nosedive entered the dressing room to find a fuming Mallory. Apparently, her discussion with Chuck hadn't gone exactly the way she'd hoped. She was mostly ready for the game, except for her shoulder pads and jersey. The irate redhead stormed about the dressing room, shoulder pads in hand, shaking them and yelling.Night Terrors- Chapter 4 by ~sulana
"I can't believe that there are only three equipment manufacturers on this entire planet who even make female hockey gear!" The offending padding was angrily swung against a bench in punishment for its inadequacy.
"Calm down, sweetheart. You'll find somethin eventually. Just gotta be patient and keep lookin."
"Don't call me sweetheart!" Mallory shoved a finger dangerously close to Duke's beak, glaring at him. "You guys are lucky enough to pick what equipment you use. I get three choices. That's it, THREE!"
"Okay, Mallory," Wildwing tried to soothe his weapons specialist. "Let's just get ready for the game. We'll help look for something else tomorrow."
"Don't think I can't fin
Night Terrors- Chapter 3"What the hell, Wing!" Nosedive opened the door to their shared room, sounding more angry than he really was. He carried the team calendar and both journals that had been left behind at the captain's sudden departure.Night Terrors- Chapter 3 by ~sulana
The scene in their room wasn't unexpected. There was his normal morning mess, laying next to the beds. One of these days, he'd get in the habit of tossing his dirty clothes straight into the laundry basket. The bright orange tip of his brothers beak was barely visible behind the air hockey table on the far side of the room. One step to the right and he was able to fully see his dozing leader. Wildwing was laying down on the couch, one arm over his eyes and the other laying across his stomach.
"What's the big idea, storming out like that?" the younger Flashblade demanded as he set his burden down on the raised edge of the game table.
Slowly, his brother's head turned to face him and the arm lifted a little to reveal his eyes. Wildwing looked exhausted and confused.