Saturday, 10 September 2011

Bachelor's Party



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Bachelors Party, a set on Flickr. Images captured by Canon EOS X450 nanocameras designed for field photography.


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Litha Al'Lanore

Litha is the young witch who's been helping me with the Gloomchant situation.

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Friday, 9 September 2011

Bachelorette Party



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Bachelorette, a set on Flickr. Images captured by Canon EOS X450 nanocameras designed for field photography.


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Milkshakes and a Movie

Tavia and I went for milkshakes at a diner and met Atomic Red, Canadian Shield, Kindle Arrow and Grant Mayson.

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Tuesday, 6 September 2011

Sherrera's Bar

Refusing to let the elephant in the room (not) called Jack get between us, Tavia and I made up at the Bar.

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Khol's New Plan



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Khol's New Plan, a set on Flickr. Images captured by Canon EOS X450 nanocameras designed for field photography.


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Broken Hearts

In need of a quiet moment.

I woke up this morning and prayed it'd all been a dream. Some horrible nightmare easily discarded from memory. I checked my mobile phone and there it was; Alexxia's text, telling me she's still crying, asking me to come back.


10.     Though thou repent, yet I have still the loss,
11.     Th' offender's sorrow lends but weak relief
12.     To him that bears the strong offense's cross.
13.     Ah but those tears are pearl which thy love sheds,
14.     And they are rich, and ransom all ill deeds.
                                  - Sonnet 34, Shakespeare


I had only just returned from saving a distant world and Tavia had bad news to confess to. She looked so worried it scared me. I had thought she might have mis-swiped with her blade and critically injured someone during the Guardian's friendly spar I'd heard about. How wrong I was. The sparring with Jack Harnett did take place, they had been meeting at the Powerhouse by coincidence and Jack became untoward. He started flirting with her and it went on from there. Partially relieved as I am that she'd been trustworthy enough in admitting to all this, it was of little consolation. He'd kissed her... and she didn't stop him.


The words left her beautiful, perfect lips and I could no longer see them as mine. The thought of Jack moving onto her like that just replayed on my mind. Seeing him steal a part of Tavia that had until now been shared with no other man but me. I felt possessive in this way. Tavia reached out her hands to me, tears flooding her sweet and adorable cheeks, washing down the soft and tender glow of her perfect skin. It broke my heart and brought my whole world crashing down around me, in ways no Biblical apocalypse could manage. In this sense, I felt great sorrow. Therakiel, Adramelech, all suddenly seemed less dangerous than this ex-Guardian. He would have to answer for this baseless transgression most foul. Jack Harnett, shall face the fury of my words, and pray it not, be the flurry of my swords.


In this sense, I felt anger. A rage so uncontrolled it was alien to me, and unbecoming of a man of faith. It scared me, and I worried I could say or do something quite regrettable. In this sense, I felt fear. It was for this reason that I fled our home and flew aimlessly into the deepest most isolated depths of space, lost in the darkest voids of the dimensional planes. I waited here, to reflect on my thoughts but felt the mental and mystical attempts of friends trying to reach me.


Eventually I returned to see Tavia and apologised for leaving her at a time she needed me most. I aught never have gone on that mission in the first place. Perhaps then this pervert, this disgrace of a man, this useless so-called hero would never have seen opportunity to test another man's betrothed. With the support of Alexxia Moon, Sapphyre and the ever-disconcerting demon Daemi, I was able to apologise and exchange forgiveness with my fiancée.


Yet the damage had been done. How does one measure a betrayal such as this? Common flirting, a kiss or is it a night together that constitutes as cheating? What I do know, is that a part of me died last night, and something darker came in it's place. And this scares me to no end. I... will be needing a drink. Like a lot of drinks. And maybe Alexxia Moon in her underwear. In fact, why not throw in a blasphemous half-naked, pole-dancing nun while we're at it. A toast! To the bachelors... and a drink, to the broken hearted. Amen.

Friday, 2 September 2011

Thursday, 1 September 2011

Akihiko Fukushima

Tessi Midoree invites Aki over, along with Tavia and I to discuss his future.


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Basement Armoury

Fellow hero and gunman Billy Ishida visits to see my new collection.


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Vampire Nest

Clearing out Vampires at Vibora Bay with Jack Harnett, Chusi the Dragon, Wraith and Tavia


Tavia was out on patrol in Vibora Bay working with Taffy the Vampire Killer. I was with police looking into local gangs affiliated with Adramelech and the Trinity of Angels. She requested assistance over Guardian comms to tackle a string of vampire nests and Wraith and Chusi responded, later joined by Jack Harnett. I soon caught up and also joined the party. The missions were a success and getting to meet some of the other Guardians in the field, seeing them in action, was a much welcomed perk. There was talk of empathy for the vampire between Chusi and Jack, after the mission, who she says had insulted the slain vampires we'd 'laid to rest'. I didn't say anything to contribute for fear of upsetting opinions, but certainly, I share no love for the vampire who chooses a life with the New Shadows, preying on innocent victims. They may not have had a choice in being afflicted with vampirism, either being bitten or attacked, but by God, the decision to do such evil and selfish atrocities as the New Shadows gangs do forfeits any offered rights of empathy. The only way is true death, else he sheaths his fangs and repent for his sins.