About Tower Curator
Stories
6
Chapters
1,047
Words
3.7 M
Comments
5,265
Reading
12 d, 20 h
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“We were aware of the unusually high concentration of birds in the area,” The Adjustment sighed, watching the police cordon off the roads. “Ongoing orders were to avoid agitating them until after the root cause of the problem had been resolved.” Erika chewed on that for a long moment, glaring up at the apartment building. The Eclipse showed up on the scene, just as Erika sent The Stalker away, and started locking the place down. The Fool used his earthen golem to block off windows and doors,…-
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“Left.” Erika pivoted at The Stalker’s call, not hesitating as she swung her bat into the crunch of a human’s chest. The body broke as a ripple of Erika’s power shattered every bone in its body. It still lived. The body squirmed on the floor, still moving but unable to maintain its own structure. She stared for one moment, feeling revulsion deep in her chest, but focused as movement caught her eye. “Behind you,” Erika said, even as she swung her bat at another zombie approaching from…
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July 13, 2011 “We have lost something, my brothers and sisters. Society has become plagued with the Self. The Self before the community. The Self before the neighbor. The Self before God’s work on this earth.” Father Kevin Mould stood at his podium, hands firmly gripping the lectern’s edges as he leaned over the microphones. His dark eyes sought out the regulars of his sermons—Laura Huxley, a woman recently widowed in a bout of police violence. Peter White, a man cast out from his job due…
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“This must be the kitchen,” Erika said, holding her sleeve over her nose in a vain attempt at suppressing the stench. “They leave everything to rot, or what?” The Stalker entered from the alley door, sniffing at the air as she lowered her umbrella. Although her nose wrinkled, she didn’t otherwise look bothered. Erika stayed at the doors, peering out into the alley. They made it here without issue—none of the birds attacked—but it felt like they were being watched even more than usual.…
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Erika lowered the barrel of her gun, dropped the magazine, and racked the slide, ensuring it was empty. Both arms felt sore. Even with ear protection, she felt like she was developing tinnitus. The first time she fired the gun, Leslie only let her load one cartridge; she found out why when she almost took her chin off, not expecting the gun’s kick. Now, as she pressed the button that wheeled her target back toward her, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride at the little holes dotting the…
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411.1 K • Ongoing
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“Alright, let’s see it,” Erika said, eagerly rubbing her hands together. Led by The Warrior, Simone and two minions Erika didn’t recognize lugged a heavy polymer crate into Varn’s, using a whole dolly to make moving it that much easier. It wasn’t until they started moving the crate to the countertop that Erika realized it was a quartet of crates all stacked on top of one another. “One for each of ya,” The Warrior said, putting on the theatrics as she waved at the crates. “Each comes…
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“I don’t believe it.” Rick slumped back in his chair, cupping his hands to his face like Erika had broken the news that The Mummy murdered his dog. “They’re Tangers?” “Tangers?” “They want to give everyone a hug and-or turn them into orange Tang. We’re going to get Tanged.” Erika raised an eyebrow, baffled as to what he was going on about, but not altogether surprised. Rick and Leslie both often spouted nonsense. “Is that… some kind of slur?” she asked. “What?…
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Erika woke with a sudden gasp, confused and disoriented. She sat on her side, just as she had been ten seconds ago. The room around her was no longer The Castle’s operating theater. The last thing she saw was The Orderly, warning her that she would feel a burning sensation in her arm as she added some anesthetic to Erika’s IV line. Erika distinctly recalled feeling a heat in her wrist. She opened her mouth to comment on it, then… The recovery room didn’t look much different from the room Erika…
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Erika shooed out the last of Varn’s regular customers, locking the front doors for the night in the process. The idea that an arcade could have customers, let alone regulars, still shocked her every time she offered to watch the place. They weren’t many, but they existed. Alone for the evening, Erika did a little light cleaning. Rick did not pay her enough to get her working hard, no matter what kind of friendship they had. He had a rare prior engagement tonight, and nobody else was available, so…
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Two birds fell, sniped from so far away that neither had any idea where the shots were coming from. Debates on how intelligent the birds were had been going back and forth since their appearance, but instinct drove them to lash out at anything nearby. The Art pulled back, dodging the sharp talons of an irate bird. Coils of tendrils concealed within her porcelain body tensed and thrust, sending her sharp, ceramic claws between the metallic ribs of the monster. Thinner tendrils erupted from the ends of…
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