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The Least Common Denominator LXXIV.III Photon Density
The roaring engine in the background made for a rather interesting backdrop as I made sure to keep my eyes on the road while Lace and I had another session of our heart-to-heart. Well, technically it was going to be her trying to break down my walls, but in all honesty, my walls already had a ton of holes in them that I didn't really bother covering up. It'll be laughably easy for her to poke straight through my defenses if she knew my buttons, and I wouldn't even mind it. The vehicle rumbled across rocks and snow as I let out a small breath. Lace was probably already bracing herself for something that will never come. I wasn't one to really go straight for the jugular, especially if I didn't really want it done to me in the first place. At best, I'll try to poke holes in her argument and that's that. I'm sure she won't get too offended by vagueness and cold reads. Meanwhile, I was an open
The Least Common Denominator LXXIV.IV Photon Density
"You did say earlier that you had your own baggage," I teasingly taunted the older woman. "Might as well share with it with the group, seeing as you already know a lot of mine." It was kind of scummy to use such an argument to force Lace to bare her soul like this, now that I thought about it. I was essentially guilt-tripping her to confess anything and everything she feared and worried about, and it wasn't even in the confidence of just me and her. We have Livia present now, and it was surely liable to mess up the chemistry somehow, seeing as Livia did hate Lace. I didn't know if she still hates her now, but it was sure to pop up in discussion sooner or later. "You're playing dirty, Leader," Lace nervously chuckled. "We weren't even finished with your own." "Times change," I shrugged in amusement. "Besides, isn't this bet
The Least Common Denominator LXXIV.V Photon Density
"Fine..." The night seemed to stretch on even further as I heard Lace say her piece. In front of me, the illuminated stretch of white and brown kept me from fully turning my head to see my co-driver speak. The moon hung high up in the sky; shining a dim light on what's beyond Love's ever-bright range. The trees were getting sparser, at least; the environment somehow becoming less mountainous and plainer the further down we got. With a breath, I listened intently as Lace spoke. She held a somber tone, one that was getting more and more used as time went on. "As you all might know, Lace and I are twins. Royal Princesses, in fact. H-huh... I guess I haven't really thought myself to be a princess for almost a decade though." She took a breath, seemingly trying to calm herself. "I didn't really expect our lives to end up like this back when we were kids. We just t
The Least Common Denominator Checkpoint VI
War. War never changes. In the event of a catastrophic battle that had the potential to wipe out everything he had sworn to protect, Emperor Babbage had a duty to his nation. As both its leader and its strongest warrior, Charlie had an obligation. Whether to secure peace through diplomacy or overwhelming firepower, there was no way the Emperor could bow down to what could be considered to be an inferior nation. Not only would it be a detriment to Numenor's standing as a continental power, but it would also show that his rule was weak and feeble if it would surrender to such a puny country.However, the same could not be said when in regard to his people.The Emperor knew that the populace held no love for the protracted war. Despite his best efforts to rally his people, the general pulse on the populace indicated a sense of dissatisfaction on the level that could possibly caus
The Least Common Denominator LXXV.I Probability
In a world that's barely on the cusp of a renaissance, the concept of machines and industrialization was probably the furthest thing from every common man's mind. Hell, even the most learned scholars of the time probably didn't even know about the power of combustion, let alone the concept of letting machines do the work of a hundred artisans. Then again, with a magical system that puts an emphasis on blacksmiths and artisans through the use of runing, I wouldn't even be surprised if industrialization wouldn't take root in the first place. A renaissance? Sure. But with a populace that wasn't really pressured by the casualties of a devastating plague, I'm sure that any and all artisinal guilds would horde any and all efficiency innovations they had.Either way, technological progress in this world was utterly fucked for the next few centuries or so. Wait... Why am I even pondering on this in the first plac
The Least Common Denominator LXXV.II Probability
"Why are we stopping?"Oh lord...Since Livia was the one in charge of the engine, she had quickly picked up that something was wrong the moment she heard me tell her to cut the power. Not that I blame her. She probably saw Grigori come in and come back out laughing like a lunatic. Of course, since I taught her about respect, she won't really ask unless she thinks I won't be forthcoming. So props for her to withhold her question until after we were at a complete stop."We're gonna do some preventive maintenance," I neutrally responded. "Check the treads, the engine, all that stuff for any sort of minor stresses that might become a problem after prolonged use.""I see," my sister hummed in approval. "I did feel something funny in the engine a few hours ago... Maybe I'll check if it's something we have to worry about."
The Least Common Denominator LXXV.III Probability
I took a deep breath as I let the adrenaline run through me. As usual, Grigori was probably going to play defensive. Watching, waiting; looking for me to make the first move seeing as I was always the offensive type of fighter. Drawing the Firebrand, I held it in a two-handed grip, pointing it straight at my opponent as the wind swept through me."Well, Little Eul? I'm waiting!"Right... I have to focus... I've fought this guy numerous times already. Sure, I haven't beaten him even once, but I should at least be able to make some progress in beating this guy. Now what have I learned from sparring with this man? He usually relied on his right arm to keep me away while his left hand was usually preoccupied with holding his hammer. He preferred to attack from his right side; constantly making that angle practically suicide to tackle. I've also learned the hard way that approachin
The Least Common Denominator LXXV.IV Probability
I didn't even have the time to process what was happening before something blue and shiny burst out from the tree line. Turning off my flames, I was just about to ask my sparring partner about it when a massive boom erupted from beyond the tree line. Birds flew off into the sky, other animals erupted into the clearing; the woman flanked by wildlife on all sides as she herself bolted right onto us.That was, of course, when I finally recognized the mystery intruder."Arya?!" I found myself shouting at the former Prime as she floated on her usual chair made of water. "What the hell-""NO TIME! RUN NOW!"Huh?-Another explosion rocked the forest behind her. This time, a cacophony of leaves and branches accompanied the shockwave as the debris almost made me raise my sword in defense. The wind sw
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