About Tower Curator
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Erika scanned the skies over the long cobblestone bridge. As before, that crimson mist clung to the air, but it wasn’t as thick as the first time around. Erika couldn’t see well, but she saw further than before. Faint, foggy silhouettes of that hanging city dotted the skyline like bubbles, visible only in the contrast of the dying orange-red sun. She didn’t recall seeing a sun, last time, but the fog had been much thicker then. The change in the fog bothered her. Did this place have natural…-
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“So,” Erika said, taking a seat at the Varn’s meeting table. “That’s the plan. Comments, questions, concerns?” Today was a bit of an odd day at the arcade. More of the machines were functional, including an old-fashioned skee-ball game. The carpets were clean, and some new lighting had been installed, readying the place for a hopeful opening after the new year. That assumed Rick was up for it. The proprietor of Varn’s sat at the meeting table with a sunken look in his eyes, staring at…
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“I feel sick.” Alarmed, Erika took her foot off the gas and looked at Delilah. “Don’t throw up in here!” Rick, in the back seat with his laptop out, paused what he was doing to glance up. “Why? It can’t possibly make this thing worse.” Erika leveled a flat look at Rick before turning back to Delilah, eyeing her out of the corner of her vision as she focused on the road. “We can’t exactly put this off any longer. The Emperor was quite clear on that.” Rick answered before…
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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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“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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