28 Results in the "Yabanverse" category
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Beyond them, demons who had stopped cheering and started edging away. The hyena mother and Zeru and Temu, skittering to safety not far off from Makku, who ran and didn't turn back. Injured spectators crawling over broken seats. Sword-school disciples forming a defensive ring around their wounded master. The arena’s appetite had curdled. The crowd that had come to watch death had discovered death laughing back. He saw Utita pulling Ari-apari, but the boy refused to move. And the manly voiced boy…-
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Genesis Black
The First Song of the Vitagashi Megas, as spoken through the people of the Yeren Khanate, from the Myths and Legends of Sovagulo Another world lived before this one. At the end of that world, there were two forces as warriors: Getavara and Tien-Rus. The Wrath of the Monkey Warrior Getavara had, over eons, calmed to temperance as He rose to godhood. Getavara slayed and Getavara fought until time ravaged the populations of the old world. Every act of creation had begun to calm Getavara…-
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Bakuga KōtenversusMukhahīna Śveta A part of Temujin grumbled that the two most interesting fighters were about to go at it, but that part took a blow to the nads. Heaven above, he hoped Enekai faced off against whoever won this one. She was probably going to sweep this, and he wasn't entirely bothered by the thought, though his own martial pride didn't let him entertain blowing their inevitable showdown. Yeah, it'd be the two of them, surely. He felt he could take the others. Well, Ryūei…
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The mountain ranges beyond the arena answered. Peaks shook. Loose ridges lifted from their roots and hung in the air. Storm clouds gathered with unnatural speed, churning above the broken roof, then were blown apart by the first pulse of her power. The empty pit where the black water had been split wider, revealing old bones embedded in the stone below. The Daimaō’s cloud bucked. He grabbed the armrest of nothing and failed to stay dignified as he and three shrieking demon babes lifted from the…
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Ashens Square, Armstrong City The bomb found the west atrium at 9:47 PM. The blast peeled marble from the facade in slabs and the fireball that followed consumed oxygen so fast that windows three blocks east bowed inward, held, then gave up. Inside, the Impressionist wing filled with plaster dust and aerosolized pigment drifting in thermals of superheated air. Gerald Mackey, third-shift security, had been eating a turkey sub in the east corridor monitoring station when the blast knocked his chair…
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The medical attendants came for Bakuga with a little black funeral stretcher and no jokes. That, more than the blood, told the arena what had happened. Demons could laugh at torn arms, burst skulls, gut-spills, headless men walking three steps in search of revenge. They knew what to do with ordinary violence. They leaned into it. They paid for it. But the small body in the orange tunic, the still firefly on the crooked goggled hat, and Mukhahīna Śveta walking away with his arms behind his back had…
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The crowd slowly settled to safer ledges and broken seats under his light. Even the Daimaō came down on his cloud in a crooked glide, beard pulled loose on one side, expression caught between humiliation and delight. He raised his fist. “Go, Temujin!” the demon king cried. Ryūei broke free and the aura dispersed. She panted and felt her wrist. “To hell with your silly self aggrandizement, filth. You're a normal puke born under a normal sky. You don't even deserve to bear a…
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Venuses From Mars
I. A rented Buick shot through the Jersey pines, rattling and battling against a scarred, pocked road toward a sharp bend around a hill that hid their destination like an asshole. Walter Lattimore folded the road map into his lap and let Vernon do the swearing. Vernon Asch had been swearing since Toms River. He kept swearing and the other two were about to swear. They were three: a Times man, a sociologist, and a writer of sweat-magazines, respectively gravity, framework, and prurience by way of…-
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The wheel turned. RyūeiversusIwagashira Dokkan Dokkan crushed his way out of the pavilion first and Temujin liked how onryō-killing he looked. The Stone-Head Oni of Mount Abura rolled his shoulders as he walked, slate-blue skin thick over muscle, black horns polished by habit because Temujin didn't take him as vain. The orange sash at his waist had been tightened. Someone had painted a fresh charm across his brow in black ink. He spat into his bowl one last time and handed it to a small attendant,…
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“Earth to Temujin!!” Pink fingers snapped in front of his face. He looked to Sesame and pulled himself back to something that felt more comfortable than nirvana. “Is it over?” She hugged him so tightly the air left him. He hugged back. Finally, a lovely touch. Yulaan came limping through the wreckage, hair ragged and down, side bleeding freely. She looked him up and down, taking in the burn marks, the dark wrist-curse, the stupid living face. Then she rushed him, wrapped one arm…
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