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As much as Imago placed their feet lightly on the ground, they could not help but garner attention from the ladies who looked at them a little bit peculiar. Since the morning, Imago has shifted their physique and appearance to that of a young man, wearing a suit hiding their torso’s male lacking features. Easy as it is to cut their hair short enough to look manly, their facial feature was a different matter. So, instead of this debacle, disguising themselves to fit the bill of a theatre attendant or employee was the nearest they could think to enter the premise without setting any sights on Imago. They opted to naturally immerse in the opulence of being a patron with enough cash to walk in the theatre’s streets enough to scare them. Being in control of people around Imago by sheer presence was a unique experience to observe. People from within the community, used to Imago’s unbecoming messy self, poked their heads in curiosity and bias at the languid misplaced aura of awe that it pro
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Sitting on the hidden part of their shed on the rooftop of the apartment complex, lit with the light of the town, was the picture of a woman smiling lazily at the lens of the camera. Their eyes looked dull in the color of sepia, but it did not hide her beauty and class that shone through the demure slump of her shoulders. Coifed braided hair adorned the back of her scalp while a crown of simple silver chain jewels laid on her forehead onto the edges of the braid that lands almost behind her inwardly curled ears. White was the color of her hair due to the hue that looked like several lines looked off contrast and too bright, but the setting of the background depicted the dark inlay of the streets she was photographed in with a simple light grey colored dress that was tied on the neckline by a striped ribbon. She was exuding a rich lady playing for the first time in a place unusual and nothing bothered her, not even the world that looked unusual. The document read Emmy Darmstadt*, she
Suitable Bags of Flesh Side Story: Nails on Coffee (part 17)
Sitting in the courtroom, for the first time, felt real to Imago in a way a tourist would absorb the historical museum visit included in their travel tour. Conceptually it’s an educational trip filled with culture and tradition, but for the moment, it’s not the building’s history at play with the wonder but the people residing.Conjunctions of spilling vocal anger and the never subsiding volley of protests pour out the noise pollution filling the room as a few of the watchers sitting in the trial voiced their opinion’s one by one. Unfair comparisons built on biased stories gapped the families who witnessed the prosecution of the one person who they believed is the cause of strife and punishment for their relative, child, partner, or parent, to succumb to a spiral called addiction.Wary a person can become at the center of borderline lynching, Imago watched at the calmness Mirror exuded as the frown on their partner’s face deepened when the watcher’s outside of the main trial kept on p
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The struggle to trap the stabber should have been solved when Chipper and the young man, identified by Mirror as Imago carrying a large bag, captured him in a body slam duo. Imago weighted themselves with the bag that contained their portable generator, conveniently on their body well strapped in the backpack bag. Their knee is on one shoulder trying to avoid the neck while their weight was heavier on the other knee that sat by the leg adjacent to the shoulder.“Augh,” winced Chipper, the stab wound now fully bleeding as the knife was still inside him.He body slammed the stabber just to have a chance to avoid the stabber’s escape, it was fortunate that the lawyer got in the way so that the swerve the stabber did, had to assume a sharp corner turner. The sudden turn takes time to step away and over, giving Chipper a chance so that he could force himself to heave his body over as a blockage.Chipper felt the sting become unbearable so the focus on his legs and elbow gave way when he po
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The place Imago and Mirror stayed in was cheap for the middle class, enough for a day of stay. Sure, it was short-lived comfort, but Imago worked for a good conditional situation the two of them could talk with the owner. Business deals are not a thing Imago could haggle but sure enough, provide ample proof of their ability in as much sincerity as the owner liked despite being fishy in the way he sees the two. Agreeing to hire them with a trial of one week with the following conditions, memorizing routines, menus, services, and all major rules of the hotel. Within the day they had the deal. Sure enough, they met the requirements as if they naturally lived for it. Thus, the start of their first day to work in a hotel down in the northwestern area, near the town center municipality sparked a week. Such a thing would not have worked if they did not pass the first level of assessment, the aesthetic requirement the owner wanted for their servers. Moreso for how handsome Mirror was that th
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The girl stood at four feet tall with her hair tightly bound by braids on the side of her face. No one would guess that the distance Imago saw the girl could be considered as “clear enough to see everything,” but it is what it is, they saw everything through their eyes. Completely mapping out how the girls’ eye’s looked alive but sad, dim to the daylight.Amazingly, it’s not how gloomy she expressed her emotions on her youthful face that catches Imago’s attention. Creepily considering if there was a hidden laboratory in this town or something akin to it, the girl looked like the woman from the picture and a possible youthful-looking Mirror. If Imago ever wondered what a young Mirror would look like, and female, there is a standing example just a distance away, in front of them.Someone had called Imago over so that they could have another hand carrying the five-foot chocolate fountain as the centerpiece of the reception area. Running over to help the others, Imago glances one last tim
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Parties on the scale of a hundred attendees are no match to the tolerance and experience Mirror acquired by the forbearance they were instilled with as an android serving their “one rule.” If it was not enough, every member of their “rules” family is entitled to their kind of service, as long as their “rule” insists or requires them to in the likeliness that it was necessary. Long as they are not related or concerned with the current “rule,” any other kind of person asking for service from Mirror will be dismissed.The only exception to this is the recent events, although if it were not for Imago planning and agreeing with the plan, they would not proceed. That is the duality of Imago being the “rule,” a life meant to coexist with the ideology of freedom of one’s will to be exercised.The freedom to “coerce” a group of people into work is a questionable action that should be suspicious. Even the reason, as they say, “spend a time of tryst back into their house because they originally
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Greeting someone’s resident of a home as if you were not a stranger seconds before meeting them should be grating their paranoia. A person’s level of fight or flight towards the “unknown,” mysterious, or any change in their environment, becomes confusing. Anything can happen. Any thought could occur. One thing is certain, Imago did not expect to be waved back by a stuffed toy dog that involuntarily followed gravity down the railing. Out of instinct, and panic, Imago rushed to catch the doll in time for the girl to run over the side staircase, making the loudest “thunk” sounds on the copper steps.The echoing of her running footsteps filled the walls of the first floor anyone within hearing reach would hear it without fail.“What happ—whoa, that’s cute to—” Mirror rushed to see Imago holding the stuffed toy dog with a frown dissolving into a pleasant smile when they noticed the doll in Imago’s arms. Though, they stopped moving forward when they noticed the girl at the base of the middl
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Hi, there Nate here :) I've enjoyed writing this story so far, but things have been complicated and I won't be able to write it anymore. There are some moments that I wish I could have fixed in the long run but it's gotten too much to hold in just one hand. After this chapter will be a short Epilog for a short mention of each relevant characters final activities before the future becomest truly a mystery. This story ran its course, pretty long if you ask me, and the development of some characters are slow but steady. There will be a new title coming after this for the coming month, it's tentative title is "Ocular to the Dying Sun." A saga of the Prime Magician and the realm of Slitark according to before their brightest star continues to deteriorate. Have fun reading, please do leave comments~
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Chapter 37 (part 4)
Small-stature wobbled from their place in shock and confusion. They could hear voices, words they thought would not be possible to understand even if they have a sprinkle of memories of being able to say such things, such words. Vocabulary had almost slipped their still able memory of what they seem to perceive as their selves before this blind-like body.Their comrade underlings did not comprehend the creature in front of Small-stature, making them react in a scared way, almost darting to scurry in escape. Managing to hail them back into the premise of Small-stature’s vicinity was easy, what with One-arm herding them back to where they are.“My, forgive me. It seems like you are a newborn to this body.” Soft-spoken, as Small-stature calls them, listened to them say. “Let me soothe your worries, we are not here to relish harm upon our fellow. Rather, guide them.”Hearing and understanding what Soft-spoken said took about a few seconds of Small-stature’s comprehension, but their underl
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Chapter 37 (part 3)
Two presences from the premise disappeared when the small-statured creature sensed the sensation of an optimal sound and light came from underneath the ground. There was a pause as they waited for the arrival of this, oh so, comforting resonance.Anticipation. Tension. Pause.There was a definite halt in their senses when another sensation overpowered their most awaited event, that was just been triggered moments ago. Because of this, they knew that there was something wrong. Something that would bring them great demise and abandonment, even if they know they could survive without this “thing.”Grasping this “thing” was an answered prayer they knew would be something that could help develop their comrades and these sweet-scented underlings of theirs. Telling them that they would grow and develop into better creatures that could well benefit each other. Without words, just sounds and resonance, deeds.Still, they could not help but waver in tenacity when they felt the loss of this “thi
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Chapter 37 (part 2)
Waking up in another body is hellish beyond comparison. Imagine opening your eyes to blindness you didn't know existed, with the light coming from nowhere and everywhere. You don't see with your eyes, but you feel the world ten times stronger with nothing but your body who is sensitive to every kind of noise. Magic would have been more believable than realizing that your blindness is not caused by pain of any internal kind, but by your eyes absorbed inside your skull, sunken deep. Protected by a layer of skin thin but tough, while a substance within shakes and serves to stay it in place. Something moved within their skull, surreal but they could feel it moving with every shake and stir as if a jar of pickles with one pickle inside swimming in its vat of juice. Why am I comparing pickle to my situation? Calming themselves was easy, they “breathed” slow and steady, through a nose they could not feel or sense its presence on their face, but they know its there. Wildly adjusting their t
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Chapter 37 (part 1)
Chapter 37Skies don’t rain beans or bacon, but Horaz, who’s gotten himself used to the way the Primer identity roams his mind, sees that this Primer sure knows how to mix the setting they stand in by displaying all food he’s been craving for. Nothing beats being human and wanting nothing but to satiate your day with all the good comfort food that lives in your head, at least the ones you’ve tasted before.He has been yearning to eat more than raw meat, which his tongue and throat burned from the bitter taste, not sweet or delectable, but bitter and tangy at the same time. The youth of sixteen years has not tasted flesh the same way it’s described with a raw steak, though he prefers well done, he probably would have had the chance to taste raw steak in the time his family would celebrate special occasions.But he prefers well-done steak, baked beans, and the occasional tacos on the weekends. Softshell because he needs to cater to his girlfriend’s taste for cleanliness, hence food with
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Chapter 36 (part 7)
“Stand… down,” Akyl said slowly to the escorts. Her eyes watched the one arm that clung to the tail.She could tell that the tail, or the identity that controlled it, is strong today. There must be a correlation between their method of physical examination and their tail’s response to their body. Rather, she could sense that Horaz is just realizing that there was more to the process happening in his Primer body and just noticing it now.The other escorts, with guns that bore metal ammunition, followed through but the tranquilizer bearer did not ease his aim. The escort shook his head in rejection of her request and Akyl had to acknowledge this.Purce stood still, feeling her tension, more from fear, stiffen her body. The only part that could move was her eyes and she watched in anticipation if the doctor would do something first, or the Primer’s tail.Because, by now, she could see that the Primer is not just fighting the tail but struggling to keep its hold. The twitching stopped for
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Chapter 36 (part 6)
The confines of Horaz’s room remained cold with the sprinkle of “nature’s touch,” meaning the occasional soil and other debris that could serve as “entertainment options.” Noticing the Primer consciousness be a creature of boredom was one the laboratory did not expect, and so did Horaz.Discovering this was not hard to conclude when the Primer tends to play and hunt the staff and escort that enters its domain whenever they feed or try to clean his “room.” At most, if they didn’t leave any kind of living creature to distract the Primer during its stay in the laboratory, the likeliness of it trying to destroy their place seemed likelier.Reina remembered the kind of creature the first Primer was, despite staying for only a few days in their presence. This alpha Primer did things in calculated actions as if, the creature itself wanted things to go their way so it could pretend to give them what they want.She concluded this according to how the staff then felt its actions were much devis
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Chapter 36 (part 5)
Purce had to double take, knowing that the answer used, one thump of any body part meant “no.” Hastily, she signaled to Elbi that Horaz – the human consciousness, did not agree to the next procedure.Because of this, Moss suddenly wondered why the electrical current request they were aiming to control, and monitor stopped. She saw from her peripheral that Dr. Akyl left her post, the other touchscreen panel, and approached Elbi and Purce.Elbi was adjusting the program, already on its way to booting up enough electrical charges in the ideal percent, but an abrupt stop in this charging requires a reset for the application and machine. Because if it did not stop and proceed to use for its intended purpose, it would go haywire or overflow.The very machine of the gurney can only hold enough electrical charge, the extra energy that flows through the needles are nodes that cannot let one charge in it stay still. It must go through and ride the sails and winds or else it will burn. This is n
