About Tower Curator
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3.7 M
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The situation shifted so abruptly that Erika felt like someone had plucked her from one timeline and thrust her into another. The Art and The Aeon abandoned their fights entirely. The former sprinted across the room, worm-like tendrils extending beyond her porcelain body to wrap around the wrist of the newcomer. Erika didn’t know if she had been trying to protect Rick, but she managed to grab the nude woman just before the woman grabbed a stunned Rick. The Aeon ceased teleporting around with The…-
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“You got a good look at her?” “A good look?” Erika would have laughed if she were in a better mood. “Was kind of hard not to, what with her being all nude. Would probably have gotten a much better look if not for the stress and adrenaline and all that stuff that comes with being in a fight.” “You into women?” Erika turned, giving Daniel a heavy frown. The two of them were helping her unload a large dresser from the back of her pickup while Carter watched from the sidelines.…
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Erika felt nervous. Her shoulders were a bundle of tension, and the errant twitches of her foot as she tapped it against the ground did not help. This wasn’t her first fight, nor was it her first fight with supernatural beings. The Church had surprised her on her very first night out investigating these things, the museum had all those cultists, the maggots probably counted even if they didn’t put up much actual fight, and she had her little… spar with The Stalker. Something was different about…
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“The Stalker is moving to join us,” Michael said as the group took the stairs down. “She can guide us to avoid potential pursuers,” he added after a moment, presumably more for The Hunters. The Warrior would know of her abilities and what they could be used for. “Avoid them?” The Warrior said, sounding surprised. Her eyes hardened. Where before, she had been upset over leaving her furniture behind, something about her expression now set Erika on edge. She opened up a yellow faux-leather…
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Erika half expected a second meeting with The Warrior to take place in that same laundromat as the first time around. It seemed like an alright place, having a nondescript and unassuming exterior, with nothing pointing it out as anything special, while the interior had been operational enough. She doubted it was anything like Varn’s, where people spent great deals of time, but it was clear some work had been put into maintaining it. It seemed like a suitable meeting place for anyone unaligned with…
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Erika wasn’t exactly sure how to broach the topic of the cursed sword with Rick. She wanted to break the curse as a little good deed, as a nice little thank you for giving her a place to lie low and, since then, a place to hang out—a little return for them helping her out when she needed it. She needed to figure out something for Anna as well, for putting Leah back together after the museum, if nothing else, but breaking a curse on a sword seemed like a good starting place and a good use of her…
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The Stalker pulled a dress from her closet and looked it over. Black and lacy, transparent in all the right places to be enticing. Was it too much? She held it up to her chest as she turned to her mirror. It would certainly accentuate her curves, but… It was too flirty. This was a business meeting. She wasn’t sneaking off to meet The Hanged Man again. The Stalker tossed the dress aside, lumping it in the pile with all the other clothes. Why was everything she had so slutty? It was The Hanged…
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Devon stalked around the prison courtyard, staring at the ritual circle drawn out where there had once been a basketball court. Eva's treatment circle. Likely the very final one. He doubted that it was truly necessary. Taking a sample of her blood and examining it with a few spells, Devon had found nothing human about her. He couldn't be sure if it had been her actions during the ritual---which he hadn't seen with his own eyes---or if Void had interfered after pulling her down to Hell. Or perhaps it was…-
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Eva paced back and forth, trudging through a section of cold damp ground with every step. After ensuring that hunters weren't going to jump out of the woodwork and attack her or the ritual circle, she had set to clearing away the dome of snow. The snow was all gone. She had even cleared it enough to allow a decent path outside the ward. Yet the melted snow had to go somewhere. With the winter-chilled ground hard and cold, it turned the dirt to a freezing mud all too quickly. In fact, the mud was getting…
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Jasmine Vasila looked around the old laundromat. It was a dingy, depressing little hovel. Boarded up, barred windows were covered in a thin layer of paint: spray-painted symbols, tags, and other graffiti—all related to mundane gangs. An aged For Sale sign hung from the door, peeking out from under several other posters advertising everything from garage sales to fruit stands. Hardly a respectable meeting place. One day, Jasmine reminded herself. One day and we’ll be in charge. When that day came,…
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