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The Game, pt. 5//A DKverse short by VoidFire, literature
Literature
The Game, pt. 5//A DKverse short
~The Game, pt. 5
"So, you're a telem."
Gerald blanched. He hadn't seen it...had barely even begun to suspect. Julian's interest in the telem children had raised his suspicions, but the idea that anyone's skill in illusion would be enough to totally blind him to their power had been unbelievable. Now that he focused, he realized that it must have been just beneath his notice, a subtle signature of telepathic power thinly veiled by the mogul's will. Concentrating harder, he forced the illusion to fall away to see Julian's symcloud in its full glory. He pushed against his rival's wall of material thought, and Julian's smile faltered as
The Game, pt. 4//A DKverse short by VoidFire, literature
Literature
The Game, pt. 4//A DKverse short
~The Game, pt. 4
Gerald arranged to meet his adversary the next day. It would have been better to reserve more time to practice and ensure that his abilities were up to par, but he knew that his courage could fail him at any moment, and the longer he waited to act the more likely he was to talk himself out of it. While Nemus would not exactly be surprised, the old telem suspected that this final failure would mark the last time he spoke to his old teacher. Not that he would have much else to say at that point, but...it would feel like saying goodbye to a part of himself.
He checked in at the lobby and wait
The Game, pt. 3//A DKverse short by VoidFire, literature
Literature
The Game, pt. 3//A DKverse short
~The Game, pt. 3
Gerald thought for a long time after hanging up the phone. He knew that Julian was a dangerous man to anger, but he was going to be dangerous whether the Gerald stood up to him or not: it was just a question of whom he inflicted himself upon. It was with great trepidation that the self-made man, entrepreneur and philanthropist Gerald O'Malley, began to consider handling the situation personally. His days of making gutsy decisions for the sake of high pay-offs were long behind him: slow and steady had been winning his races for quite a while, and he preferred the slower and safer pace of such business practices. Here, th
The Beginning of the End//A DKverse short by VoidFire, literature
Literature
The Beginning of the End//A DKverse short
~The Beginning of the End~
The winds whipped around Akada's wings and the sky blanched with harsh and fitful light. A downdraft pushed him earthward, and hard as he beat against it he could not fight his descent. The lightning flared again, cruel and horrifying, lashing across the sky in the fervor of victory, blinding in its exultant fury. Akada swooped low while jagged, hateful streaks of light arced down at him. The trees below him burned and cracked, smouldered and burst under the assault. Try as he might, he could not escape the frenzy of the storm. In a great gust of power, it thr
The Game, pt. 2//DKverse short by VoidFire, literature
Literature
The Game, pt. 2//DKverse short
~The Game, pt. 2
The old man had known that his actions would likely get him in trouble, but he believed there were times in life when one simply could not afford to sit idle. This--he believed--had been one of those times. A defining moment when he could not sit back without making a major statement about his own character. It had been a paltry sum, nothing major, just enough to help those families back onto their feet. The money, though, was not what concerned him. What concerned him was the fact that the phone was ringing, his private phone which very few even knew existed. It meant that someone had taken issue with his charity. Swallowin
The Game pt.1//A DKverse short by VoidFire, literature
Literature
The Game pt.1//A DKverse short
~The Game
It had been a close game, a very close game, but as the minutes passed it became increasingly clear who the victor would eventually be. Julian Morecraft furrowed his brow, frowning while in the grip of deep contemplation, but no matter how the turns rolled out he saw no way to trap his opponent's king. His own, on the other hand, stood far more vulnerable behind a battered wall of pawns, its other pieces having slowly been pulled away to contend with threats elsewhere on the board. He looked across the table to the rival mind which was slowly defeating him, and struggled to read what was behind those cool eyes. As Julian focused,