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No promises on length.

But hey. It's been a while since I did a sparks post, hasn't it. :)

Wild Roses:
ripple effect - Gideon; appears to be related to unexpected and unrefusable cargo 1

(interpret as liberally as you like) - early Crown Navy era, Ulysse and Lida

Putting one foot in front of another - Trickwood Unification, Ruadhan (appears to be in the period between arrangements and arguments [where Dón knows Ruadhan's into the woods but has no idea whatsoever exactly where he is], and when Ruadhan actually shows up in Hernén's demesnes and starts being his irritatingly noisy self all over the woods.)
figures emerging from mist - Trickwood Unification, Evescha and Ioann
A thin layer of ice on everything - Trickwood Unification, Ioann and Evescha
second verse, same as the first - Trickwood Unification, Ruadhan
swans - Trickwood Unification, Geoffrey, references unexpected and unrefusable cargo 2
"actually, that's their version of a friendly hello" - Trickwood Unification, unknown
bees in a glass jar - Some Kind of Love Song, 'Jack Gibson'
"I already gave you my decision" - Trickwood Unification, Jared and Hernén

=DDDD - Jonathan Sabaey and his Sense of Impending Doom

that godsdamned ticking - Alternate Earths, Yasha

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Witches' Horses:
"Don't write THAT down" - Sibir, Stas
loss of vision/sight - Sibir, Nadya
passing the bottle around the campfire - Sibir, Nadya
working on 72 hours without sleep - Sibir, Nadya

Blue glass - Chevalier de Grammont, Grammont and Sinclair

Untapped amber - Falcons' Feathers, Irina
no really it will fit - Falcons' Feathers, Khenbish

The kind of soup one can only get at home - Swallow's Tale, Taarstad
"what's the fuzzball chewing on now?" - Swallow's Tale, Helena and Sascha

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Deaths:
sparkling like water - The Morrigan
Clock tower - Julian De'Ath
Booby trap(s) - The Morrigan
insufficient resources - Deaths, Julian and Eduard De'Ath

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The Mummy Series:
the gravitational pull of bed - Mummy postscript, Evie Carnahan
"what is my life what are my choices" - Rick O'Connell
pie - Evie Carnahan and Rick O'Connell
"Why am I juggling magicians?" - Evie Carnahan, Rick O'Connell, Jonathan Carnahan

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Other:
OH GODS FINALLY - Unknown
tumbleweeds - Unknown

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The kind of soup one can only get at home

figures emerging from mist

that godsdamned ticking

"what's the fuzzball chewing on now?"

"actually, that's their version of a friendly hello"

"Oh, they're back already." She sat up, stretched, debated standing up onto two feet and then did it, because Ioann was giving her that 'I can't believe you' look again.

"The wind's coming from the other direction," he said as she did, and she laughed at him.

"Can't you see them?" she jerked her chin towards the stirrings in the mist. "Not everything is about the nose, you know!"

He paused, arms at a weird angle, peering, then dropped his hands to his sides. "All right, yes, I suppose I can see them. But that doesn't mean I don't have a point."

She laced her fingers together, stretched her arms up overhead, circled her shoulders, her hips--she always forgot how nice it was to move her arms instead of her forelegs, when she'd been on four feet for a while--then scruffled her fingers through her hair, which badly needed rebraiding. (He'd do it as soon as they settled somewhere, especially if she stayed two-legged.) "Is your point that you need to spend more time in your nose instead of your head?"

He ran out his tongue at her, pink and jeering, never as long as it was when he was four legged, and she absently licked her canines to check she'd remembered to blunt them enough as he added "No, my point is that you say things your nose shouldn't be able to tell you and you're always right and it's really annoying."

"Useful, though," she agreed, and sat down cross-legged to watch the figures emerging from the mist.

"That'd be the really annoying part, yes," he grumbled, dropping down next to her and propping his forearms over his knees.

*griiiin* she's observant as hell, and he's just like '???'

I love the physicality you bring to the table with your writing.

Really it almost seems like he spends too MUCH time in his nose - like in the loudest parts of his body-senses, which in a wolf is always going to be the nose - and not ENOUGH time back in the control room of his head, collating and considering data.

Ioann and Eveschka are proving really interesting, because while they're both wolves, they're both unusual examples. She spends a lot of her time on four legs, he spends a lot of his time on two, she's unusually good at deriving context from environmental cues (especially scent/air, to the point she startles other, older wolves) and he's a little bit crap at it. She figures it's because he thinks about stuff too hard. (He figures she only ducked pack witch duty by dint of the horse-lords and the opportunity to leave home because seriously eveschka what even.)

(They're also from different packs and didn't grow up together.)

They're kind of fun, I don't think I've seen them before?

They've been technically present in several of the most recent Trickwood Unification pieces, especially the longer ones on the rhymed journal, but haven't spoken until now. They are kind of fun, aren't they. =)

"HOW ARE YOU NOT HEARING THAT!" the Kid howled suddenly, threw his book across the room, and attacked a cupboard.

Books and papers and.... blocks? went flying, occasionally dooring more or less at random so they bounced into weird corners and behind the bookshelves, until the Kid came up for air disheveled but triumphant, clutching a small stuffed caiman in one hand.

Which he promptly disassembled. Luckily it was meant to, because the Kid didn't look like he would have stopped otherwise, and springs and clock-gears scattered everywhere.

.... Now that it had stopped, there was definitely less baseline irritation at the universe in general for being slightly out of phase with itself.

Glass considered the evidence, then made a mental note to tell Dutch that Magis Harrier was getting more creative and could he possibly make him stop.

OMG Harrier you are FOUR.

Ahahaha oh Harrier you are a little shit.

Bwahahaha oh Harrier NO. He's so awful.

(also idly wondering if he's familiar with Peter Pan, given the ticking aquatic reptile)

Edited 2016-05-07 18:53 (UTC)

Oh gods it's like the Door version of an Annoyatron (? I think that's what it's called - the thinkgeek thing that makes random beeps to drive someone crazy).

Also I detest ticking clocks, so I sympathize.

There was never enough fish in the markets. And when there was fish, it was never the right kind of fish to make a homesickness soup.

He tried anyway, of course. Made bony broths and shaved vegetables into the pot, ate smörgås made with heavy rye bread and flaked salted pike, but it never quite tasted right.

He'd figure it out. And in the meantime, Helena apparently liked his experiments considerably, went back for thirds and scraped the bottom of the pot whenever he tried tried for the soups he'd grown up on, faraway Below.

Mmm fish soup.

Oh, that is frustrating. I wish him luck. But his experiments sound delicious and comforting in their own right. Yum.

For a big man Sascha was damnably quiet. She didn't hear him at all until he said, "Hey, what's the kid chewing on now?"

"Something about maps," she told him, glancing over to confirm she had him correctly placed by echo and resonance. "He thinks we can get better detail, but he's not sure how he's going to do it."

Sascha grunted agreeably. "Tell him to leave a note about not scrubbing his battle plan off the kitchen table if he wants it to survive night shift."

She only heard him disappear back into the engineer's station because she was keeping a weather eye out. Apparently he'd found whatever he was after.

I still like them.

Hee. I like how Helena's kinda the center of these. And kitchen table plans because there's no paper handy (or maybe glass and marker, or slate and chalk, and some things you just can't do on a computer screen...), and Sascha being so damn sneaky (neat how that carried over). <3 for the whole crew.

"Um."

A body went flying by, changing shape midair so they landed on their feet, sprang back into the fray.

"Do we need to separate them?"

"Actually that's their version of a friendly hello. See? Those two just play-bowed at each other."

Someone made a noise that sounded spookily like an alligator's murderous territorial growl. Someone else promptly tackled them--which he only knew because the growling stopped--and took full advantage of getting hands on forelimbs to fling.

"Are you sure."

"Oui. Nobody's bleeding."

*giggling* What a great visual.

cultural mismatch ;)

Bwahaha, that would be pretty alarming to see, even if you knew that it was all in good fun and greeting.

He just about turned on his heel and left the room when he walked into Sascha's favourite spot in the Keep's library and found her and Hazel wearing identical grins that only grew wider when they spotted him.

He didn't turn on his heel. Mostly because Sascha might run him down and tackle him to prevent him from escaping whatever plan she'd just made and he wouldn't be able to see her coming. A little because he was a Sabaey, and Sabaeys stayed.

(But mostly because he hated getting tackled into the floor.)

"Do I want to know?" he asked instead of running, resigned.

Hazel's grin somehow widened more as she chirped "Mais oui!"

Good instincts there :)

Beyond the hilarity of the scene itself (and damn do I want to know what they're up to), it's neat seeing how much goes into his reaction.

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The kind of soup one can only get at home - Swallow's Tale, Taarstad and Helena

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"actually, that's their version of a friendly hello" - Trickwood Unification, unknown

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=DDDD - Jonathan Sabaey and his Sense of Impending Doom

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