About Tower Curator
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“I’m not opposed to exorcising ghosts; it’s what we gathered to do to begin with,” Leslie said, looking from one person to the next in their little huddle. “But we have been cursed—” Rick winced, but didn’t interrupt. “—with knowledge. We now know what exists out there, and they expect us to return to our little box?” “Don’t think we’re being given much choice,” Sofia muttered. “Unless you want to go ask them or else what?” “I’m a little opposed to going back to…-
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“The masks are the people,” Erika said softly. It was a disturbing implication, but the one that made the most sense with what information she had. “They don’t need to wear the masks, but doing so likely grants them some kind of resilience,” Erika said, glancing back over her shoulder. Simone and Michael were watching their captive. “I don’t know how else to explain them getting right up after being shot like nothing was wrong, but a few broken bones and that guy can barely…
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Noblesse Oblige. Before Sargon of Akkad united his peoples and formed his empire, before the pharaohs of old Egypt erected their monuments to their own demise, before the Romans built their roads, and before humans made the paradigm shift from hunter-gatherers to an agricultural society, man hid in caves and cowered from the monsters that lurked in the night. The apex predator, the tool-using top of the food chain… Those titles did not belong to humanity. They weren’t the dominant species. Not…
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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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The Adjustment wasn’t what people usually considered a normal person. Some people wouldn’t consider her a person at all. Humans tended to feel unnerved in her presence, the same way they might find regular spiders creepy, except intensified by the fact that she was a human-sized spider. It was a bit lonely, both because she couldn’t easily disguise herself to have normal relations with normal people, and because even other unnaturals tended to avoid her; she didn’t exactly have many confidants.…
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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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