A home screen containing six icons over a dark gray backdrop appeared on the display. In the lower-left corner was a bar, next to which read: Storage: 0%. The warden sidled up beside me. “‘People’, ‘Monsters’, ‘Lore’, ‘Catalog’, ‘Camera’, and ‘Downl0ad’...” she said, reading off the names under the icons. “What are these? And what does this ‘phone’ know of monsters?” “Let’s find out,” I said as I thumbed the icon of the little green dinosaur over Monsters. A new screen with a search bar appeared, below which there was a list of drop-down menus, one for each letter of the alphabet. I swiped a finger across the screen to scroll down, finding each letter to contain nothing… except for one. Below ‘S’, there was a single entry: Lesser Slime. “It knows of lesser slimes?” the warden wondered aloud. “That’s oddly specific…” “Yeah…” My eyes narrowed in suspicion as I poked the entry. Another page appeared, on it there was a gray rectangle containing ‘IMAGE NOT FOUND’ in bold letterin
I followed her gaze to the display. An image of the wooden dagger I’d conjured earlier accompanied by details about it was featured. —----------------------- Name: Wooden Breacher Replica Weapon Type: Dagger Current Cost to Create: 2% of spirit Current Cost to Imbue: >1% of maximum spirit —----------------------- At the bottom of the page was a button with bold lettering on it spelling Create. Without warning she pressed it. A wooden breacher replica materialized in front of me before clattering to the floor. She knelt down, plucking it up and examining it. “That could prove useful. It appears if you use the phone to create an item you’ve already made, you are able to sidestep having to mentally construct it first.” She got to her feet and gently prodded my bicep with the faux weapon. “It’s the same as the other one, yes?” It looked identical. My fingers wrapped around the dull wooden blade, discovering it also felt the same. “Seems like it. It also cost me the same amo
“Where’s the library?” I asked hurriedly, my face craning upwards to try and discern which of the four doors along the walkway led to the potential literary treasure trove. “What does the message mean? What does it mean by ‘downloading contents’?” “It means I can transfer the information in the book into the phone,” I said impatiently, thinking of all the potential such a thing would offer. “I see…” Her bubbly positivity faltered as her expression hardened into a solemn mask. “I’ll take you there later today,” she said, moving to the lounge's table and picking up ‘The Carnal Inn’. “Use this for now.” She held out the book as she returned to me. I accepted it, annoyed that we couldn’t get something more informative from the collection of tomes upstairs. “Why not now?” “We need to discuss something,” she replied before gesturing to the erotica. “However, you may first quickly test this function of the phone.” That sounds an awful lot like ‘we need to talk’... ominous... I nodded,
The warden stared at me, her grinning expression frozen as though carved from ivory. Silence hung in the air for a moment, before she burst into hearty laughter. Despite this reaction not being too surprising after making such a proclamation, a blush crept into my cheeks. “Well, I suppose I can promise you that you’ll at least learn how to use your magic!” she said breathlessly as her cackling downgraded to airy giggling. “And here I was thinking you were simply a sexual degenerate with no aspirations beyond sex.” “Yeah, yeah…” I said sheepishly. “Though, I wouldn’t throw stones, Warden Ivory.” “Throw stones?” she asked as she regained her composure. “It’s a saying from my world about not criticizing people over things you’re guilty of as well.” She raised an eyebrow as her mouth curved into a sultry grin. Her arms folded under her breasts. “What are you implying? “That you’re just as much of a sexual degenerate as I am, of course…” “You could be right… possibly,” she said
Being bathed in the natural light of the sun somehow magnified the contrast of the warden’s delicate black and white features, reinforcing my earlier impression of her looking like an illustration penned in ink that’d come to life. One that’d been drawn by an artist that’d put in all the care and love they could muster into capturing.Snowy hands raised before her, fingers loose; a grin curved her enticing lips as her dark eyes glittered with playful curiosity.Fuck…I raised my fists half-heartedly and firmed up my face into a mask of stoic focus, trying to hide my reservations about fighting her, even if it was just sparing.My eyes flicked to the tight white pants hugging her slender curves, then to the long black coat. &l
Soft locks of the warden’s abyssal black hair brushed against my fingers as she shuffled around me, bending her knees to lower herself and slip under my reaching arms. The instant I hit the ground I rolled to the side and scrambled to my feet to face her. Surprise tinted the arousal still present in her expression. Damn… Distracting her so I could pin her and leverage my weight was the only way I figured I’d have a chance. My stomach tightened in anticipation of how she might respond to such an underhanded tactic. She grinned, the surprise fading from her face. “An excellent ruse.” My insides loosened at her positive response. “Wasn’t just that… I can pull out just fine, but I’d still rather not need to,” I said, drenching my words with my lurid intention. “As I said, I’ll see what can be done… but that is a matter for later,” she chuckled. “Now, come at me.” Her relaxed hands came up as her body lowered slightly into her combat stance. I raised my fists and tried to mirro
She walked past me and began circling me like a shark getting ready to capsize a lifeboat. “It’s of the utmost importance for sheath stance to become second nature to you,” she said before promptly falling backwards onto her butt to sit on the grass. “Do I really have to stay like this until noon?” I asked, already starting to feel a little soreness setting in. “You do,” she said with a knowing grin playing at the corners of her lips. “And you're just going to… sit there?” “Well, I can’t leave you unsupervised out here, can I?” “No, I guess not.” An awkward pause yawned between us, only the faint breath of wind brushing over the grasslands breaking the silence. Our expressions mirrored each other as we watched one another with quiet contemplation. “Would you tell me something of your life before coming to Thaessa?” Her tone was gently curious, sounding like she was trying to balance her genuine intrigue with a desire to not sound nosey. I considered the question, not parti
We talked for the next few hours about the surfaces of our lives. She fondly reminisced about her hometown of Goldlake, told stories about her early days in the myrian military, her favorite foods, and other odds and ends. I told her about the city I was born and raised in, the other countries I’d visited last summer, and how excited people were for cybernetics to become available to the public within the upcoming year. However, a lot of our exchanges had been devoted to explaining things the other didn’t understand. For instance, we’d spent a good chunk of time talking about the various concepts of cybernetics… “So you’re saying your people replace parts of their bodies with constructs?” she’d said with aghast disbelief. “That’s the idea.” “They replace their flesh with machines?” “Uh… yeah… but there’s a lot of other stuff that goes into it.” “What do you mean by ‘other stuff’?” “Like… it’s made of a bunch of different materials, bits which let your brain and the machine