Temporarily propping her charge up against a streetlamp, Daxes gave a shrill whistle without the use of her guised fingers. The sound was something unmistakably birdlike, enough that it confused at least one pedestrian into tripping over their own feet. It was – for those who knew – exclusively from a paraos and if Luna had any doubt, Daxes was soon shouting at her from across the street that she had found him.

Luna managed to avoid tripping over her own feet in the rush brought on by the news. “Where did you find him?” she asked, bewildered that he had been locatable. She also held her hand up for a high-five.

Daxes grasped Luna’s hand and grinned that wide, slightly inhuman grin that intended to break her guise. “On the street,” she answered as simply as she could, given the proportion of effort put into finding the man. “Having an argument with a crow.”

“Hey!” Foxhorn interjected from his haphazard position half-hugging the streetlamp. He was entirely out of sorts; his most recent ongoing had resulted in a state most intoxicated. His shoes were a mess, his shirt twisted in a 180, his hair had appeared to make an escape attempt, his every movement was lumbering and out of control with the occasional flinging limb, and his voice was a slur with the occasional mental acuity to say all of two words in a row with pristine pronunciation. “That crow said some disparaging remarks about my mother.”

Both Daxes and Luna turned to Foxhorn with sudden enthusiasm.

“What did it say?” Luna jumped on the opening, finding a hold of Foxhorn’s wrist for all of a moment before his sluggish erratic movements had him attempting to swing away from the lamppost.

Daxes, regardless of their search’s labour and the issue on hand being Foxhorn’s state of inebriation, had also become vastly attentive and perhaps inappropriately excited. “You have a mother?”

Foxhorn made another endeavour to stand straight, flailed his arms, almost stepped on his ankle, and returned to the lamppost just as its light turned on in the impending dusk. “Of course I have a mother.” He scoffed, though entirely off to the side as though at another line of thought, or some unseen creature making a discourteous display. Seeing as he had a mother, and he was very aware and appreciative of her impact on his life, the idea that he didn’t have her was absurd to him. “She’s back in Hungary, since nagyi kicked it.”

Both Luna and Daxes tittered at the trove of new information– though Daxes’ tittering sounded like a sandpiper – and after a liberal moment of tittering, a guised hand held onto Luna’s shoulder in a measure to calm them both. These were the only mentions Foxhorn had given about having relatives. They had to calm themselves, if they were to acquire more information. “You had a grandmother?” Daxes continued the inquiry.

“No, no, nononono, no, no no,” Foxhorn’s mouth was unable to keep up with the monosyllabic mess he was pronouncing, turning the syllable into slush. A weathered hand covered his face and he seemed to be prodding at his eyes until he was able to make a relatively coherent statement, “I had a nagyi.”

Hands on her hips, Luna – for all she was intensely interested in new Harm information – put an abrupt end to taking advantage of Foxhorn’s inebriated state. “We should be more concerned about the grimdarg.”

Daxes sighed bemoaningly and looked entirely insolent and nearing juvenile rebellion that had Foxhorn blearily squinting at her in mild confusion. “Fffffine,” her Fs were hushed and almost Hs. “That’s a priority, yes.”

“Was the crow even a creature?”

Foxhorn’s ankles attempted to roll with every step and his arms had difficulty keeping a limited range of motion, while Daxes dragged him down the street alongside them. “Not even.”

Luna took Foxhorn’s other side.

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Hellborne Universe Update This Monday

As in tomorrow. As in 3.5 hours from now, because I always update at 2am.

This time, we learn some facts about Foxhorn’s background while Daxes and Luna are super besties.

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Welcome to the Hellborne Universe

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You have stumbled upon this dimension of great wonders and horrors most likely by incident and I do invite you to leave before something bad happens.

The following are the tales of the last of the Foxhorn lineage and their various affiliates as they go about keeping the world from the brink of chaos and occasionally ensuring chaos ensues.

LINK MASTERLIST

Due to the swirling vortex that is tmblrruanmblr, a chronological sorting of the universe was not achievable. Please use the following paths to side-step this break in the continuity of space, time and the cosmos.

GEN 1

Foxhorn Intro
Foxhorn i - with Ashley "A Case of Poor Appearances"
Foxhorn ii "Human"
Foxhorn iii "Changelings and Halfings"
Sigge Intro
Foxhorn iv "Contact"
Leixes Intro
Leixes i - with Foxhorn "Purchases"
Sigge "Primordial"
Daxes Intro
Leixes ii "Plans"
Foxhorn v - with Ashley "People Philosophy 101"
Foxhorn vi - with Sigge "Poison But Mermaids"
Foxhorn vii - with Sigge "Torn"
Daxes, Foxhorn and Ashley "Pondscum Apocalypse"
Luna Intro
Luna i - with Foxhorn "Jobs with Psychics"
Luna ii "Power"
Foxhorn viii - with Ashley "Nightmares"
Luna iii "Thrice in a Day"

GEN 2

Helsinki i
Helsinki ii
Helsinki iii
Helsinki ix
Helsinki x
Helsinki xi

Zoe & Luce Intro
Zoe & Luce i
Luce & Adi - concurrent with "A Book, A Ghoul and a Leg"
Adi “A Book A Ghoul and a Leg”

Additional information under the cut.

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Reblogging the masterpost for the Hellborne Universe, since In Science We Magic is completed. Generation 1 has three short stories left, and then that’s all the extra material I’m making public until the novel is finished. Generation 1.5 is steadily being worked on and will be made public in pdf form, most likely while the gen 1 novel is being written. Don’t forget the handy character page, and also that FAQ thing.

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“Remember when owning something meant you knew how it was made and therein how to fix it?”

“I remember it being pretty regular, yeah.”

“And then times started changing. More things were being made that sparked wonder in people but not everyone could gain the education needed to necessarily know as much as they desired or were raised under that ‘doctrine’ of being informed.”

“Right.”

“Engineers were building architectural marvels and the evolution of machines was progressing faster and faster.”

“Yes.”

“And not everyone could hold up to or afford that information standard, just to learn how W-beams are arranged in a building. Then, over the generations, this extended to what had been perhaps general knowledge – depending on your heritage, social group, family employment and the same of all your neighbouring persons – of, say, how the roof of a basic cabin works.”

“Right, yes.”

“And that’s why Gaige’s parents never put him under any pressure to go to university just to understand the world. There are manuals and textbooks, standards and code books that inform a person of all the things they ever need to know. To his parents, a doctorate just meant studying really hard at one little area for a handful of years and therein you ought to study what you enjoy.”

“So what is Gaige’s doctorate in?”

“He still won’t tell me.”

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Morgan didn’t want Gaige to be right. And Gaige didn’t want Caellis to die. So in the end, the only person getting their way was Caellis.

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Short on time, Gaige made final adjustments to the device as they ran down yet another steel panel corridor. He shocked his thumb, pulling it away fast enough he almost backhanded Morgan in the face before shaking said hand and sucking on the finger.

Narrowly ducking out of the way, Morgan frowned at Gaige’s new acquisition. “I thought you weren’t allowed to work with bioelectrogenesis?”

“You know? I’m tired of that,” Gaige sighed, gesturing forwards with the device and the precision Phillips screwdriver. “One disparaging comment about the engineer tester and everyone thinks I was the one who rigged the model to electrocute him. I’ll have you know that was Bowman.” He pointed the miniature screwdriver at Morgan for emphasis before returning to fiddle with the device, without using the tool.

“Bowman never did anything like that.” Caellis turned to him, almost tripping as they careened around a corner until Morgan grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him along.

Gaige threw his hands into the air, the device clattering about alarmingly. “Exactly! That’s why it was so perfect!”

“Oh, I know it was Bowman,” Morgan informed them matter-of-factly, slowing them down for a second to point out a closed valve on the device. “He asked me about epidermal static resistance…” Both men looked absolutely horrified. “What?! I caught that guy staring at my breasts!”

“Everyone stares at your breasts, Morgan,” Gaige returned, mumbling around his focus on device, and taking a good few moments before realizing the implications of exactly what he sad. He made cautious eye contact with the woman. “They’re extremely… aesthetic?”

Morgan smiled something between gratitude and and the purest intention to do retributive harm. “Thank you, and I know. That’s why I keep vecuronium bromide and a concrete-filled wiffle bat in my car. Also, that time I gave you smallpox.”

Gaige faltered. “What? I thought that was for giving your electric eels ecstasy.”

“Alliteration aside, they’re actually knifefish.” Caellis nearly slammed into a structural column trying to get back into the conversation.

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Morgan looked entirely affronted. “You two had a living breathing biocycle autorganic in your hands and didn’t call me?”

“Well, we did call you.”

“We are here, now, aren’t we?”

“Yes, but only after you butchered it. I’m entirely disappointed. Is there another one? Do I get at least a cursory examination?” Neither Caellis nor Gaige moved to make the slightest response. “No? Well then, that’s all for naught and I’ll gladly be strangling the both of you now.”

“Now, Morgan, we all know you’re too short. Even with your kitty heels on.”

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The residual momentum from blasting the door knocked them down the hall three feet.

“It wasn’t me! It was the science!”

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“And that’s why I can identify all four dozen types of chemical weapons prohibited by the Geneva Protocol and the Chemical Weapons Convention in ball-and-stick model on sight.”

“That’s great Morgan, but it doesn’t actually help us.”

“It does if we use phosgene to disable the pathology wing to get to the second floor, physic’s bio lab.”

“Well, I’ll be damned. Your supervillian tendencies actually pay off.”

“They always do.”

“For the better,” Gaige clarified.

Caellis, “Our better, actually. Need I remind you, Gaige, we’re not doing much benefit to the ‘greater good’ by blowing up bureaucratic organizations?”

“It’s all subjective, really,” Gaige commented, sagely.

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The Seer’s Guild held meetings in the half-basement of the municipal record’s building. They had lobbied for a space in Vamscht Community Center down the street from the Department of Sartory, but conventions dictated a more lenient spatial awareness between the Halls of Justices and what was considered a grassroots organization by some and the Final Council by others. Additionally, Josnika informed the guild’s Maestrei that the space they were looking at would be flooding in two month’s time and the partial-lease agreement required the leaseholder to compensate for a percentage of repairs.

Markandrex muttered something about fine print and gripped their tea in hands patterned by vitiligo.

Seers, in all the variety of Seeing, when gathered were a diverse collaboration. Seeing was genetic, random selection, cultural and or pre-destinal, and occasionally came with other genetic, magical markers, and or non-magical, non-genetic markers. Additionally, people are diverse firstly; thusly a guild meeting of Seers was more similar to an anti-oppression poster campaign than any media random selection of any given population.

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“And then you shot him.”

Caellis gave Gaige the most surly look he had the entire while. “He was going to kill someone. Most likely Morgan.”

Morgan looked up from dipping a bag of tea into a steaming My Science Is Better Than Your Science mug from the theoretical physics department. “And I’m the only one here who has access to the weapons division.”

Both men turned to look at the entirely undisturbed woman who looked like she rather enjoyed sitting in a desk chair to a concerning amount of borderline gratuity. Mostly because her bare calves were wrapped around each other while one foot bounced in the air somewhere between listless boredom and forced patience.

“I’m saying I agree with Harland.”

Gaige threw his hands into the air. “Everyone sides with Harland!”

“That’s because you’re a megalo and egomaniac,” Caellis commented casually.

So amused, Morgan lost track of making herself tea.

“And everyone hates you,” Caellis added, as Gaige said the same towards Caellis. They glared at each other.

“If you two were any more adorable, I’d have issues resisting pumping you full of drugs that would make you rip each others’ clothes off,” Morgan sweetly called out, finding the tea in her hands again and taking an entirely too innocent sip.

Gaige stuck out his tongue instantly while Caellis gave a full body shudder. “You are a horrible, horrible person, Morgan,” Gaige said, taking a few steps away from the two. “I’m going to have to ruin something you love now.” He turned back to the man groaning on the floor.

Morgan positively ignited the room with a grin. “Why? Because I ruined something you love?”

Caellis jumped in horror at the proposition that Gaige loved him or any aspect of, and set himself towards Morgan imposingly. “Findley, I have a gun and I will shoot you if you don’t stop that.”

Her smile didn’t drop a single ounce. “Oh, I’ve been shot by an adhesion pneumatic triggered rubber bullet before. It’s really not a threat.”

A particularly loud, interrupting whine emanated from the heap of limbs rolling on the floor.

“I think he’d like to disagree,” Gaige interpreted most wisely.

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The Hellborne Universe’s Masterpost has been updated.

What is? There are names next to shorts, the last few links have been added, there’s a posting schedule, and some of the information has been updated.

Additionally, if you have any questions, the FAQ (the hyperlink of my name in the sidebar) is something that also exists now! Along with minor changes to the theme for better navigation and legibility.

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“Remind me again, what this door is for again?”

“The snake.”

“The snake?”

“Don’t worry, it’s not a big snake.”

“What kind of snake, Caellis.”

“The – oh, shit, I just forgot,” he snapped his fingers, uhm-ing. “You know, the one with the venom that it spits at your eyes and blinds you.”

“Yes, I happen to know exactly what kind of snake you’re talking about. Do you want to have a try getting through the door now? I think it’s your turn.”

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“I have to say”

“Yea?”

“The most intelligible thing you’ve ever said was ‘you’re welcome’.”

“What?”

“Well, if came out more like…” Gaige’s lips twisted and the sounds that came out of his throat were dragged back by a lethargic tongue. “Mrrfmmmwelcomefrrr.”

“There is no way I could hate you more than right now.”

Gaige’s makeshift brace snapped under pressure.

Caellis glared.

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In all their combined scientific knowledge, frightening IQ and, frankly, Caellis’s extensive experience of ‘getting into places’, breaking into the Trans-Atlantic Institute of Sciences should be easier. They had easily bypassed all technological and human forms of security and were now having issues getting through the door.

A small door, not necessarily designed for humans, but a mere door.

“Why don’t you just cantilever it?” Caellis asked, craning his head a little further to impossible limits of his spine to get a better angle on the issue.

On his back with his head dangerously close to being slammed on, Gaige’s biceps shook as the held open the door. “That would be too easy wouldn’t it?” He was all manner of terse and tense and teeth gritted because this was probably the hardest and stupidest thing they had done since weeks ago when the whole escapade started.

Caellis rubbed his chin. “Yeah, probably.”

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