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Hello it's Mz. Hyde here, back in the beautiful US of A! I'm happy to report that with a little bit of searching, you CAN access the Glass Scientists webcomic in China! So I was able to keep that little bit of normalcy in my schedule....despite the upload time going from about 8 AM Monday morning to 8 PM Tuesday night. Sadly, Disqus and ANYTHING having to do with Google is blocked. Anyways, if you guys want to ask about my trip, let me know!

Oh! And take a wild guess where this is:

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Setae • a year ago

A wall in China?

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Mz.Hyde Mod  Setae • a year ago

A really big one!

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Tairais • a year ago • edited

(( chatterghosts *insert fighting emoji here*

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Huxley suggested the latter option as he quietly relayed the message to Elias, who considered it rather unnervingly fast, and agreed.

We can all go in together. Will’s gonna die regardless of if he catches us.

They wound their way along the streets like a needle and thread, and they both silently enjoyed the village in one way or another - perhaps, when all was said and done, they could have a time here.

But not now, not yet. Not with so much to do. ))

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Charricthran nodded, absorbing that little bit of information to plan accordingly.

True to form, he watched as Hannibal and Will crossed the softly shimmering boundary line just out of sight of mortal eyes. No sooner than both pairs of feet had touched the grass and dirt road on the other side than they were gone in a blur of smoke and mist and movement, only the faintest scent of iron-rich decay in their footsteps.

It was the smell of death and decaying leaves. He knew it well, even so far in the sky as he was.

These next few minutes, strung tightly enough to be piano wire across his straining feathers, would determine a great many things in a great many futures. He could feel the weight of apprehension threatening to sink him from the sky like a stone.

Despite everything, despite knowing better, they had been his friends, Hannibal and Will.

He shrugged the flickering shadows of guilt into the fire of determination. It was better for the masses. He had slain friends before in the name of the common good, and he would likely do so again before his ancient being finally, finally breathed its last.

Rightio 'n: Now's a good time ta assemble the bloody flamethrower. Let's get this show on the road, kiddos.

Inwardly, he shut the door on his mixed feelings, threw blinds against the tightening in his throat. His smirking smile was on display in thought and reality, sharp teeth glittering against the sky.

Richard didn't want this. Elias did. Lewis did. Huxley... probably did.

He didn't want this, but then he'd never been particularly good at fighting for what he wanted. Tairais and Keldra were proof enough of that.

He was going to need to get spectacularly drunk sometime soon if he was ever going to get rid of that guilt and grief.

(And somehow, somewhere, he knew he wouldn't get that chance for some time. A scream was building in his throat, a noose around his neck, and both were choking him.)

He felt the vice-like curl of excitement in his heart and spun into a dive, racing along pine-laden treetops.

He never could resist the thrill of a hunt.

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chatterghosts  Tairais • a year ago

With a sweep of his cloak, the case that contained the contraption appeared in Huxley’s arms. Their walking slowed as Huxley assembled the device, then hoisting it over his shoulder and vanishing the case, picking up pace once more.

Elias watched on, expression surprisingly passive. Despite the excitement, the satisfaction of achieving proper vengeance, there was a sense of underlying anxiety: until now, until they were standing on the edge of what would decide several things there on forth, Elias hadn’t properly weighted the idea of failure.

In typical Elias fashion, however, he pushed those thoughts back. They’d all either get it right or die trying.

Either way, he supposed, he wouldn’t have to think about it anymore.

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Tairais  chatterghosts • a year ago

The journey wore thick and heavy with anticipation and nerves alike, spun into tension-taut wires, prime to snap into action if one so much as breathed wrong.

Charricthran, for his part, kept watch from the sky. Each small journey from tree to tree to peer at the forest floor in the gaps between branches spanned oceans, spanned eons.

Quietly, oh so gently, he felt the creep of cold and yawning hunger across what had once been his bones.

Will was drawing near. Perhaps nearer than he had anticipated- surely and certainly Hannibal knew better than to dally- they had a schedule to keep, after all.

The moon rose high over head, and as midnight clouds smothered it from view, Charricthran reached for the next tree branch with wing and talon alike.

He missed, but it wasn't really his fault. He fell from feathers to skin in the blink of an eye and crashed to the ground, but that wasn't his fault either.

Will Graham, looming some eight feet tall, wearing a crown of antlers that reached a further two feet and scraped sap from the trees above?

That was his fault, as was the grating, echoing 'caw!' and cry of pain that radiated from deep within his chest.

The world rang with static and noise, white and bright and sickly as he leaned against some poor pine tree and waited for the sound to reach Huxley and Elias some several yards behind him.

Above him, Will grinned savagely, blood and decay dropping from fang and claw.

Will's smile was the only one he knew that had more teeth in it. He offered a feeble smile in return, past where shadows oozed like ichor and mud from the deep gouges in his chest.

He'd be fine. The rest remained to be seen.

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chatterghosts  Tairais • a year ago

Elias almost stopped at the sight of Will batting Charricthran out of the sky, but Huxley’s sudden grip on his elbow kept his feet moving. Neither dared to react; they just kept the slow approach, kept the neutral expressions, kept on with the flamethrower held high between them.

Only a handful of feet behind Charricthran, Elias tugged the device closer to him and pulled on the trigger, hissing a ”duck!” a mere half-second before fire began to spew out.

Huxley’s ”Don’t—“ was lost in the flames spitting from the barrel and hurdling toward Will.

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MillieGriffin • a year ago • edited

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Millie felt apsoluty pithatic, she was only glad Griffin wasn't here to see her cowering like this she didn't even want to think about what he would say if he saw her like this.

She she pried herself off his hand as she did her best to speak as calmly as possible.

"I... I... I'm fine with either one... Wheather you want to help or not is up to you..."

Tairais:

Charricthran tilted his head thoughtfully before shrugging.

"I'll be nearby if ya want me, then. Rather not make things worse, see, but if ya need an extra set o' hands, they'll be there."

He moved over to the sitting area and folded himself into one of the chairs, picking up a worn, leather-bound journal sitting on the table in front of and pulling a pen from his pocket as he went. ))

After Charricthran went back to the sitting room, Millie took a few minutes to pace up and down the room holding herself tightly to try to stop her shivering and ground her mind back to a calm state. A small voice in her mind scolded her out of frustration over her weakness.

This is getting ridiculous! How long are you going to let these little things bother so much? That insadent on Halloween night was months ago and you were getting help, so what if that Dr. Rose disappeared on you without a word or anything, now isn't the time to be so pathetic! You have work to do!

Millie took the few deep breaths, she knew she couldn't let her mental state get in the way of her work, after she finally was calm enough she approtched the bed where her time frozen paitent lay for a better look with a simi-calmer brain.

It was obvious that it was the same man from the strange shop, Dr. Richard Prince it was, did mention working with Charricthran, and the sounds he made when he moved also made it obvious that he was mostly metal; so the sight before her was in no way a surprise though it was interesting. She unbuttoned his shirt that reviled a lot of scars.

So he's seen a lot of action... she thought.

(Tairais)

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Tairais  MillieGriffin • a year ago

Charricthran, for his part, kept an eye on the threads of Song keeping Richard stabilized, frozen in time, and... well, alive. They were enchantments he'd woven far too many plenty of times before, certainly, but he was wary of things going wrong.

They'd come so far; it would be too cruel to let it all crumble to pieces simply because he allowed his focus to waver.

He quietly listened to the scratch of the pen across paper as his body worked independent of his mind, the former jotting down notes for improvement (the sentence structure could always be refined, could always be more specific with fewer words), the latter submerging formless hands into the stream of time, not so much halting it as suspending it in cupped hands.

It was as if he held a bubble in his hands: holding Time in this way was infinitely fragile, requiring patience, gentleness, and practice.

Fortunately for all involved, he had all three at his disposal.

Other times had not been so lucky.

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MillieGriffin  Tairais • a year ago

Millie took a fresh scalpel out of her bag and shaved off some skin samples. After emulsifying the samples and running a DNA test on them she started making the stem cells that would be compatible with his organs. She was grateful for the lack of a time limit since this meant she could properly gather the data, conduct the experiments, create the product, and test it out on the patches of raw flesh she shaved the samples off of, creating the cells took a few hours but was completely successful.

Now all she had to do was get to the heart.

. . . Sh*t... Millie thought to herself.

Even though she had now made the means to cure Richard, she was no surgeon, and the only time she'd opened up a human body was... Halloween...

Despite this she tried to press on as she sprayed disinfectant on the area of operation and took out a washable marker out of her pocket to out the incision.

Her anxiety grew with ever dot she drew on the man's chest until the swarling toxic memories that she tried to keep in the back of her mind were starting to make her stomach rench in pain. Everything was ready now.

She tried to steady her hands as she picked up the scalpel. She kept goading herself on, mentally screaming 'this is no time to be squeemish, just get it over with and quit being so weak!'

But as soon as the tip of the blade just nearly touched one of the drawn dots the floor gates of memories burst and she froze.

The very potential of the act she was about to do caused her brain to go into "Nope" mode and for an indistinguishable amount of time Millie didn't move as the she was once again blinded by the memories and emotions of her past until finally the dangling scalpel dropped from her hand.

Finally able to move again, she leaned forward on the side of the bed shivering and cursing at her weakness. She then sat up a little looked at the palms of her hands... Then closed them into fists.

It was obvious, that trying to continue would be the most dangerous thing to do... She felt so ashamed of herself...

After a few long minutes she appeared in the doorway of the waiting room.

"I... I-I h-have good n-news, a-and b-bad n-news..." She said in a Shakey voice not able to even look at Charricthran, "E-everything is r-ready for the procedure... but I... I can't b-be the one t-to o-open up Richard... We...we need someone e-else to do that part..."

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Tairais  MillieGriffin • a year ago

Charricthran looked up from his notebook and offered Millie a gentle, understanding smile.

"No worries, kid. Why dontcha make yourself comfortable in the kitchen with a cuppa tea an' some biscuits? I know one or two sorts that can prob'ly spare a set o' hands."

He closed the notebook and set it aside on the table, fluidly rising to his feet afterward.

"Ya have my sincere gratitude for whatcha've done already, yeah? 'S more 'n I could ever do ta help the kid. Kitchen's back the way ya came an' through the arch ta the left o' the fireplace, by the by."

Wanting to offer comfort but unsure how to do so without potentially upsetting Millie further, Charricthran gave her a thumbs up before walking out of the room and into the nearest shadow on the wall.

He slipped into London, an ocean and a whisper away. Smoke and steam and the clatter of hooves and wheels against cobblestones closed in all around him as he wove his way back to the Society.

Further still, and he was knocking on Lewis' office door with the memories of scalpels and scales and dying Songs curling around the edges of his awareness like so much smoke.

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Jekyll1886  Tairais • a year ago

"Come in," called Lewis.

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Tairais  Jekyll1886 • a year ago

Charricthran offered a slight wave as he entered and shut the door behind him. As with every time he'd visited before, he chose to lean against the door rather than walk further into the office.

"Heya, Weirmrith. Hate ta bother, but Millie an' I are in need o' a surgeon- she started patchin' Ricky-boy up, see, only she's not able ta cut inta him. Rest o' it's good ta go, and 's not like we've a time limit, so. Have a moment an' some quiet, or should I scurry off else-like?"

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Jekyll1886  Tairais • a year ago

"Ah, I see," said Lewis.

"She has the replacement heart ready, I take it?"

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Tairais  Jekyll1886 • a year ago

He shrugged and made a see-sawing motion with his hand, uncertainty furrowing his brow.

"Kinda-sorta? Seemed to think she could jus' kinda patch bits an' pieces grown from other bits o' him onta what's already there. I dunno much 'bout human hearts 'cept you lot only have the one with four bits to it, see? I'm trustin' her knowledge on tha'."

Charricthran paused, then shook his head to get his thoughts back on track.

"As I said: kinda-sorta, so technically yes."

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Jekyll1886  Tairais • a year ago

Weir nodded, then stood.

"I'd best see to it, then. Just let me lock up here, and we can go to my flat for the appropriate surgical implements."

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Tairais  Jekyll1886 • a year ago

"You wanna lift ta the front stoop, or d'ya wanna jus' leg it proper-like?"

A faint line of tension Charricthran hadn't even known he was carrying slipped free from his shoulders. In all honesty, he was much more apprehensive about the whole ordeal than he'd let on in Millie's presence. A more familiar face would help some, at least.

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