|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu May 25, 2017 11:26 am
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/posts/say/say_b1_p.gif) |
"So, we might have a solution," Horace said one day, out of the blue, at breakfast, with no lead up and the same tone as it he were discussing the weather. He stabbed his waffle vigorously, watching strawberry jam ooze off of it. "-to the whole charter thing. Maybe. But, um, it might be kind of drastic?"
He looked up at Melany, blue eyes wide and a little nervous.
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu May 25, 2017 11:35 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon May 29, 2017 2:54 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue May 30, 2017 9:37 pm
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
Renard had given Horace, Eli, and Oliver two things before they'd left his home. A chunk of opalescent rock, the indestructible object he'd mentioned, and a heavy piece of paper with an ash-ink spell circle drawn onto it. To use it, he'd explained, they simply had to p***k her finger and have her swipe blood over circle. Horace also had acquired Renard's personal cell phone number: if Horace sent him a picture, he'd answer. "Yeah," said Melany. "I can just microwave it, it's okay..."
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/posts/say/say_b3_p.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2017 3:10 am
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
"Remind me to never invite you to the studio," said Melany, smiling just slightly. She took the xacto in her left hand, a little clumsily, and pricked her right thumb with the very point of it. She set the blade aside, and squeezed her thumb until red, red blood bubbled up between her pinching fingers.
She swiped it over the circle, and slid the thick paper over to Horace for whatever he wanted to do. Applying the age-old spit therapy technique, she stuck her thumb in her mouth and went back to poking at her waffle.
Once the picture was sent, Renard's response came quickly. She's fine. It doesn't seem to be in her marrow.
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/posts/say/say_b3_p.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
|
|
|
|
|