Binara: Amethyst Tides


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You know, it figures that my psychiatrist’s office was the furthest from my apartment.  I had some errands to do closer to home after my appointment, and it was quite a walk to the nearest bus line that got me there.  While I love the whole going green thing, it sucks that the lines never are as concise as they could be.  I was lamenting this as I walked, checking google maps every few minutes and reading the comments on the speedysnap picture I’d posted the day before.

I’d had the sound muted on my phone when I checked it again and saw I’d missed a turn.  I really didn’t want to retrace my steps, so I followed the map’s directions down an alley that was supposed to let out close to my next turn.  I had turned the sound back on to a minimal level and was deeply engrossed in replying to a comment when I heard a muffled voice and a click.

“Drop it,” a male voice said.  I looked up to see that there was a pistol pointed at my face not four feet away, and that the man holding it was wearing a ski mask and a dark clothing.  Farther away was another man holding a woman in a hijab hostage.  I clicked the power button on my phone several times and dropped it, putting my hands in the air.

He grabbed me and pushed me towards the other guy.  “Do as we say and you won’t get hurt.”

Oh that’s utter bullshit, I thought as I was shoved against the wall.

“What do you want from me?” I asked and got slapped in the face for it.

“No talking!”

I gave him a withering glare as he went for my purse.  I kneed his face as he bent down for it.

“That cost you,” The other man said and pointed his gun at me, pulling the trigger.

In the milliseconds before the bullet was to hit, I remember thinking both Oh shit… and I guess I won’t be seeing you on this side, Nana.

Suddenly, I wasn’t in that alleyway anymore.  I was on a beach, facing the ocean at night.  The moon was hanging low over the lapping waves and the world was shades of purple.

“Amethyst…” I heard a voice say.

Confused, I looked around.  No one was there but me.

“Amethyst…” It called again.

When I looked to my left, there was a bluff jutting out into the ocean that wasn’t there before.  A figure, ink black against the palette of violet night, stood at the end.

I moved to it, hoping to get some answers.

It called to me again.

When I got within five feet of the figure, I cleared my throat.  “Excuse me, but where am I?  Just five minutes ago I was standing in an alleyway.”

“It is not your time, Amethyst,” the figure spoke in a gentle man’s voice.  “You have much to do.”

“Wh-wh-what do you mean?  Am I dead?!”  I took a step back.

“Not yet,” He turned to face me.  The moonlight upon him revealed an older man in the traditional garb of my tribe.  “But if you don’t protect yourself, you soon will be.  That spirit you have allied yourself with can only hold up her oath when she is there.”

“This has gotta be a hallucination…”

“It is not.  You are simply out of phase with the material.  It is the only way I could help.”

I guess I looked stumped, because he gave me a pitying smile.

“You are a daughter of this land and theirs,” He said, turning back around.  “Let your fear go and embrace that, for your sake, and my wife’s.  Do not let her sacred duty die with you.  Now, go.”

I was going to ask how in the hell he knew my full first name and what he meant, but a loud bang sounded and I was back in the alley again.  The men were covering their eyes, as if a flash grenade had gone off.

Whatever that was, it had apparently bought me some time to escape.  I lunged for my phone, then saw the hijabi woman frozen in fear.

“Come on!” I said and grabbed her wrist, dragging her with me down the alley.  As we cleared a corner, I heard a gunshot ring out and heard the brick behind us shatter.

We kept going through the twisting and turning alleyway.  On one of the turns we had to double back because we ran straight into a fence.  That’s when I saw the men were chasing us.  I mentally cursed and took the turn I had ignored before.

We were almost to the street when I heard one of them yell and turned my head to see his pistol pointed right at me.  Damn, these guys were persistent for muggers!

Suddenly, I saw a blur of a figure in my peripheral vision racing towards the muggers.  As soon as I blinked, Binara was there, having interjected herself between us and the muggers.

“Winka’ana sho hiugh!” She yelled as she raised her arm.  The shots that followed hit the air in front of her hand like it was made of thick ballistic glass.

“What the…?” I heard one of the muggers say and fire another shot off, which bounced harmlessly off whatever Binara was projecting.

The hijabi woman and I stopped in our tracks, stunned.  I couldn’t recognize part of what she said, but I could understand “a djinn?  Here?” just fine.

Binara looked back to us.  “Are you alright?  One of your guardians chided me for doing a sending to make the record clear.”

“Yeah,” I said and let go of the hijabi woman’s wrist.  “At least physically.”  I looked to the hijabi woman.  “What about you?”

My question seemed to knock her out of her thoughts.  She nodded.

“Then both of you, contact the local town watch while I hold the line.  Given by how they haven’t run off yet, either they are leaden in mind or not petty thieves at all.”

I stared at her, trying to figure out what old timey thing she had said.  The muggers took another few potshots at the projection, which was starting to crack.

…Fuck, she meant the police, didn’t she? I thought and started down the alleyway towards the street again.  The hijabi woman ran past me and towards a gas station.  I looked down to my phone to see that the E911 broadcast had been initiated.  I felt a bit of relief that my advisor had taught me that trick in case I got into another altercation with my mother again.

When I reached where alley met sidewalk, I turned back to see the cracks in the air were widening.

“I already got that covered, they should be here any second now.”

Binara nodded and turned her attention back to the muggers.  I ducked behind one of the buildings that made the alleyway, feeling that I had to stay close so the cops tracking my phone would know where the trouble was.  She dropped her hand while there was a pause in the shots, stuck her silver bangled hand into a wall, and withdrew an ornate sapphire blue staff.

“Aquiaa shie hassah!” She said and started to advance towards them.  “Relent your assault, and answer for it!”

“Like hell!” I heard one of them yell.

Binara fluttered her wings and said something I couldn’t make out, before swinging the staff.  She was nowhere near in range to hit them with it!

“Aquiaa taika’ha hishe! Geyser, Water Staff!”  She called and one of the guys’ shots went wild as he was slammed into the building behind him with a wet pillar that shouldn’t exist.  She closed the gap and went to reach for his hand, but pulled away.

Wait, where’s the other guy? I thought and then looked around.  Damn it, he had just rounded the corner and had his gun pointed at me.

Just then, I heard the unmistakable sirens of a police cruiser.  The man’s eyes widened and he ran.  The cruiser pulled up next to me and a cop got out.

“The guy–he’s running!” I pointed.  The cop nodded and called for dispatch to get another cruiser to chase him.

“Were there any others?” She asked.

I nodded.  “One down that alley.  They’re both armed!  I ran into them as they were doing something with a woman in a hijab.  She ran towards the Chevron.”

The cop nodded and went down the alley with her gun drawn.  Binara still had the guy pinned, but he was struggling to break free.

“Chapel Hill PD!  Drop your weapons!”

“If I do, he will fire at both of us.  I will not harm you, but you need to disarm him before I can.”

The scent of garbage and sweat wafted down the alley as the cop weighed her options.

“Alright, but drop the staff after I do.”  She came up to the very hosed man and took the gun out of his hand.  Binara said something and the gush of water stopped, allowing the man to slide down the wall.  She dropped the staff, and it disappeared into thin air.  The cop had the man handcuffed and was standing him up by the time I walked back down the alley.

“I do not attack those who are the town watch unless I must defend myself,” Binara said and crossed her arms.

“You are lucky that I’ve worked with supers before I transferred here, Miss Tinkerbell,” the cop said.  “Most rookies fresh out of training wouldn’t hesitate to shoot you.”

Binara seemed annoyed.  “Tinkerbell is an insult among my people.  If you must use my form’s name, at least call me Lady Sylph.  It is not my name, though.”

After that, the cop placed the guy in the cruiser, took my statement, and then Binara flew me home, which was a ride in itself, considering I’d never flew in a glider, much less being held by a faerie.  Once we got into my apartment, she went translucent and passed out on the couch.

I can’t say I disagreed with that idea myself, as so much crazy had happened that day that I ate something and went to have some mental health time with my pillow.

Binara: Amethyst Reflections


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When I woke up the next morning, Binara was nowhere to be seen.

I was quite sure I hadn’t dreamt her (though I had one about my Nana’s kitchen and eating a bowl of beef stew before my mother grabbed it and threw it in the garbage) but I also wasn’t sure why I was seeing things that weren’t there again.  Whatever, I didn’t have time that day before class to call my psychiatrist and discuss my dosage.  I had an appointment with her the next day anyways, so it would be moot to do anything.  I got ready and headed out the door, yelling at David over the dating chat app for abandoning me as I rode the bus to campus.

By the time I had made it to my favorite spot in the windowless place the university called a classroom, I had summarily taken a screenshot of the dudebro’s asinine commentary, blocked him, and put the photo in my asshole album on speedysnap.  He had been so promising too.  I guess it’s what I get for taking more after my great-grandmother in looks and expecting to get a decent man who isn’t just into me for the “exotic Indian chick” arm candy.  Puh-lease, like my family’s from anywhere near the Indian subcontinent.

Class went as smoothly as one could expect with an instructor that loved to lecture.  I was taking notes on my laptop when I felt it was important and looking through the news articles of yesterday’s attack when it wasn’t.  With all the media coverage of the football game, I thought they would have caught some pics of the carnage outside.  Alas, most of it was afterwards shots of the stadium.  Figures that the media, who is always abuzz when it comes to superhumans, failed to get a shot of that scoreboard flying back towards the stadium, guided by a spontaneous tornado of all things.

There was one article in one of the tiny local supers’ blogs that had a shot of myself and Binara when she was talking about healers, though.  It wasn’t professional from what I could see, but it at least confirmed that her presence there wasn’t just a mass hallucination.  The article seemed to focusing on the usual of whenever a new super steps up to the job of protecting the people; who are they, what’s their costume made from, what other powers do they have besides the ones displayed, are they registered with the SRA, would they go out on a date with me, etc.  Even the comments were similarly styled, save the date ones were in a lot poorer taste.

The rest of the day flowed quite smoothly, even for my internship afternoon, which almost never is that good.  Call me superstitious, but when the boss that normally grumbles about your filing speed is suddenly cheerful, I tend to think the other shoe is going to drop soon.

When I returned home, I felt something chilly as I passed by my neighbor Maria’s door.  I chalked it up to the A/C being on and went on to my own place.  Binara wasn’t there when I returned, so I went about making dinner.


I was certainly glad I didn’t have class the next day, as a secondary alarm went off on my phone that morning well before I was ready to roll out of bed.  I blearily looked at the calendar notification and then mentally kicked myself for not realizing this shoe sooner.  I knew I couldn’t cancel my appointment, so I made a reminder to buy some flowers and go down to the reservation that weekend.  I knew I had to do something to commemorate the day, so once I was up officially, I drudged around in my stuff drawer for the old silver hair clip my Nana had given me when I was a child.  I never had the heart to get rid of it when I left for college, though my mother always chided me for keeping it.

It was going to be my choice of accessory for that day, instead of the pearl solitaire necklace my parents had gifted me upon attaining my undergraduate degree.  I played with its feather charm in the lobby of my psychiatrist’s office while awaiting my appointment.  I had arrived early, as I am wont to do when I want to make a good impression.  It had only earned me a quick call up to the receptionist’s window and a copayment.  The magazines had only begun to call to my interest when I was motioned back.

“So, how have you been since we last talked?” Dr. Amanda Hemsworth asked me once the door to her office was shut and I was securely on the couch.

“Pretty good, considering my stress load,” I replied.

She smiled and looked at her notes.  “I see that last time we were talking about your family and how you feel they shaped you.  Do you want to pick up there?  We could talk about another subject though.”

“I’d like to pick up there, but I have a question for when we get to end of session today.”

“Of course.  I believe we were on your father last time.”

“Yeah, Dad.  He never was as affectionate as he could have been, though he did try to make some effort to see my concerts in high school.  Most of his work related stuff kept him from family, though.”

“And you resent him for this?”

“In a way, yes.  It did keep a roof over our heads and food in our bellies, so mom always told me to not complain.  She always told me we could have it worse and still be living on the reservation like my grandparents, who were stuck in their ways.”

“I don’t believe we’ve touched on your mother.  What can you tell me about her?”

“She was a very religious woman, having grown up Catholic.  She was the main force behind me being kept away from my grandmother when I was in high school.  She absolutely hated my Nana, though she would put on a veneer of civility during holidays.  I just…I just…”  My eyes began to well up as I reached for the tissue box on the oak side table.

“Did something happen during those years?”

I nodded, the painful memories flowing back.  “I just wish I could have been at my Nana’s side when she passed.  She was precious to me, and I didn’t find out she’d gone until my Uncle Joseph called me to see if mom had passed along the day and time of the funeral.  That bitch was planning on not having me show up at the funeral!  She tried to play it off as me needing to study for my LSATs, but I knew it was because she didn’t want me to see Nana until she was in the ground.”

“It seems like you have a lot of resentment towards both your parents.”

I dabbed my eyes and uncrossed my legs.  “I guess you could say that.  Mom was genuinely surprised when I came up the aisle of the funeral parlor right before they closed Nana’s casket and placed an owl feather charm in with her.  The real fireworks didn’t happen until after the wake was already going.  The bitch struck me for siding with Nana and disobeying her.  I told her that since I no longer lived under their roof, their damn rules didn’t apply.  When she went to slap me again, I got a few in myself before my cousins restrained us both.  Part of the reason why I’m studying up here instead of closer to their place is so I don’t have to deal with their bullshit.”

Amanda nodded.  “Since you have come to me, you seem to have come out of your shell some.”

“Well, I did have a therapist down there ever since I was in high school.  He seemed more enamored with my parents and their way of doing things though.  I didn’t want to have to keep on making the trek to see him, so that’s why I looked you up.”

“And it’s always a good thing to be able to find help closer to where you live.  I want to reiterate that none of what you tell me goes beyond us, unless it is something that I’m required to report.”

I thought for a moment.  The memory had come flooding up along with the funeral, but should I tell her?  “Today is Nana’s birthday.  I miss her, like really miss her when this day comes around.”

“Are you going to go visit her?”

I nodded.  “Not today, but later.  Listen, I–I’ve only said one of the many things mom did.  I’m not quite ready to bring the other things up, but I’m glad that you won’t report back to them like he did.”

Amanda raised an eyebrow.  “Did this happen even after you became an adult?”

I nodded, gripping the leather arm of the couch.

She scrawled in her notebook.  “I’m sure the board would want to hear about that.”  A beeping sound came from the arm of her chair.  “Ah, we’re getting close to time.  Now what was the question you wanted to ask?’

“I was wanting to ask if you could adjust my schizophrenia meds.  I think I was starting to have some sort of afterimages and seeing a person that wasn’t there.”

She looked through one of her file folders.  “When was the last time you were evaluated for it?  I see you were diagnosed when you were seventeen, but there’s no mention on your record that Dr. O’Brier went back and updated it at regular intervals.”

“He never did do any sort of tests after I was diagnosed, which was just the way mom wanted it.”

She looked from the file to me.  “It’s been long enough that you’re more than overdue for one.  I’m going to have you go to the specialist I work with and set up an appointment with them.  Until I get the results from them, your meds will remain the same.”  She showed me out to the receptionist’s desk and had them hand me the information, setting my next appointment with her for next month and my appointment with the diagnostic clinic in two weeks.  I took the appointment cards and left the office behind.

A bit of news


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I know it has been quite a while since I posted something on here, fiction or otherwise. As usual, school has used up my time for the most part. In doing so, it has also spurred me to write more on Lapis’ origin story, make a nice little side story for Marcus with how he played a part in Psycat’s origin, and in general start to flesh Ami out more so I won’t be as stuck as I have been on her part of the current story on the blog. It also has kept me quite sleep deprived with how much keeps on coming at me all at once.

I do have some news regarding school, though. If those readers that look at my news posts remember, I’ve been in my lead-up courses to my portfolio. I got it in and waited a few weeks to hear back. I got the email on Friday that I was accepted to the concentration! I’m ecstatic that I got in and it takes one worry off my mind about school.

The question I most often got from the people around me was what does this mean. When I heard my parents ask me this, I was caught off-guard. Now, though, not so much. For me it means that I can continue training to become an even better writer and finish my degree. What it means for Confessions is that I’m still in school and will post when I have the time, energy, and attention span to dedicate to it. I am also planning on heavily revising some of my pieces and trying to get them traditionally published. So, small yay. 🙂

Also, this new post creator of WordPress’ is an annoying thing and deliberately misses keystrokes repeatedly. D:<


Psycat’s blurbs: State of the Pin


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Ok, I have a bit of a rant that I need to let off since I’ve been seeing way too much of this on patrol the past few days.  I’m sure you all know by now what has happened in the USA, but for those of you who have been away from the media for the past week or so, let me fill you in.  This past Tuesday was election day, and a man named Charles Dampher was elected President of the USA in an upset by the electoral college while the popular vote went to Lara Flinters.  This man, whom I have pejoratively called the Toupinator to my colleagues and Marcus, beat out a woman who was more qualified than him by standing on a platform of hatred of minorities and generally anyone that isn’t white, straight, and/or male.

What does this have to do with my patrols, you may ask?  First off, the man is an SRA apologist who wants to make the current system stronger and put heftier sentences on operating without registering, but that’s not the biggest thing at the moment.  (I know, Psycat not seeing the SRA as the bigger thing?  Some big turds have to be going on)  The biggest thing of the moment is that I’m seeing a rise in hate crimes while I’m out on patrol from both normal and superpowered people on said minorities.

These jerks have taken the election results as a free pass to do whatever they want to those who are different from them.  It doesn’t matter to them that there are laws in place, cops around, and supers patrolling, they just go for it.  Earlier today when I was down off of Montrose helping the gayborhood’s new super get to know the layout of the roads, a truck full of dudebros was harassing a lesbian couple just walking on their way to one of the restaurants.  We both had our eyes on the scene as they pulled into the couple’s path, a few of the guys hopped out of the car, and started to try to physically assault them.  Obviously Red Jade and I weren’t about to let that happen in front of our faces and not do anything about it.  They ignored both our warnings (and one of the assholes flipped me the bird) and went for the smaller of the two’s genitalia.  That’s when Red Jade rushed the closest guy as I gave the groper a massive migraine, then yelled at the couple to run and call the cops.  I’ve never seen women in stiletto heels run so fast.  While I was admiring their skill in heels, one of the jackholes decided that I was a punching bag and knocked me to the ground with a right cross.  That fucking hurt, even with the psychokinetic net softening the blow and then translating some of it to a headache.  This is why I say I don’t take punches too well, because I was on my back for what felt like hours nursing my hurting jaw.

The puncher got up to me and straddled me, crowing about it being Dampher’s country now and they could do what they want.  He was starting to go for my cheongsam blouse when I kicked him in the nuts with my steel toed boots and shoved him off of me as he cradled his junk in his hands.  I scrambled to my feet to see Red Jade duking it out with the driver of the truck and one of the guys he’d dealt with getting up with a pistol in his hands.  I wasn’t about to have that, so I telepathically grabbed a hold of the gun, hit the guy in the face with the slide several times as I was shaking it loose from his grip, dropped the clip, then ejected the chamber round without firing it and tossed it into a nearby storm drain.  There was a quip about fighting fair I was working up, but I had to migraine the nutbusted guy before he could grab me.  Eventually Red Jade and I had knocked out and/or bloodied the jerks and were in the process of tying the bastards up in the bed of their truck when the police and the SRA showed up to take them off our hands.

The problem with the police having the SRA there is that they’re more dogged about pursuing unregistered supers like myself and Red Jade than they are about hate crimes.  I guess I’ve earned a reputation with the local SRA office as one of the more infuriating supers to attempt to bring in for registration and prosecution that as soon as the sergeant taking our statements went to put them into his computer, they were attempting to stun me with tasers.  Naturally Red Jade, an already twitchy martial artist from the Austin area originally, knocked the taser pistol out of the agent’s hand before running.  This gave me time to flick open the Psydisk from tail form and hop on before the agent could grab his gun and start shooting at me.

I got about to the HCC Downtown building before their chopper caught up with me.  I ended up having to bob and weave through the skyline and medical districts and then duck into a tunnel to completely lose the chopper.  I’ve never had to hide in the Houston underground so long before, and I don’t care to again.  I still can’t believe that Marcus had told me the steel toed boots weren’t worth their weight when I got them last month.  Shows him.

Anyways, situations like this have been becoming more commonplace that I’ve started to wear a safety pin on my work uniform and my regular street clothes to let those who are marginalized know that I’m a safe person to talk to if there’s a harasser bothering them.  I know it’s not much of a gesture for most people, but there are several of the supers community that are supporting this, so don’t be surprised if a super calls you by name if you talked to a safe space person earlier in the day.  We do walk among the civilians in plain clothes, going about our day, the same as you do.  We just happen to serve our communities in more than one way.

See ya!


School again…


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So as you all have seen, the blog has been on hiatus since around June.  This is because first work got busy, then school started up and made sleep on school nights an exception instead of a rule.  You all should know why this is a bad thing.  I rarely have a weekend anymore with all the work I’m doing.  Some of it is my creative writing work, and that’s not too bad, but literature and the amount of work put upon me has had me scrambling.

Suffice to say that Confessions has to be on hold until after finals.  If I get some work up here during the next few weeks, consider me either slacking on an assignment, needing a break, or I’ve found a rare spot of free time to get ya’ll some content.  My portfolio’s coming up in the spring, and I want to be super prepared for it.  I seriously hope that it impresses the review committee enough to let me into the program.

One of the good things to come out of my creative writing class so far this semester is that I was able to get the latter part of Psycat’s story workshopped.  I seriously needed the feedback and it will help me hone her story more before putting her out there for traditional publication.  Lapis’ story is coming along on its first draft too, when I’ve had time to work on it.  I even had the characters wrest a scene from my hands as I was writing it, which to me means that the emotions are seriously high and it has quite a bit of potential.

For now though, it’s an academic paper, workshop reading and letters for our poetry unit, and reading a novel a week until the end of the semester.  This doesn’t include the LARP and other gaming things I do, along with family stuff.  So, I hope to see ya’ll back here after finals and a week or two of rest for more of the Confessions crew’s stories.


Psycat’s blurbs: Interconnectivity


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As those of you who keep an eye on our little community blog here should know, Binara and Ami are starting to contribute.  Ami’s told me that she’s a bit busy with work right now, so she’ll be writing on their posts when she gets the chance.  I respect you for that, sometimes I get assigned to evening shift at work too and it cuts into patrol times and any relaxation I get afterwards.  Ah, sometimes I miss marathoning my favorite long series anime…

Anyways, all this activity has seemed to draw another one of our community member’s attention (as she finally got back to me almost six months after I messaged her about this place), and she will be posting sometime soon.  Rai Kinsuke’s one really weird nekojin.  You heard me right, she’s a cat person.  Not the way that Senet-Ra is, but born that way.  Before I’d met her and Herald a few years ago, I thought most supers were science or magic based.  I almost got my hand shredded trying to pet her ears, but it was so worth it.  I hope you’re looking forward to her posting as much as I am.

I did ask about Herald’s story, but all I got from Rai is that she’s been busy with work.  It’s understandable, I’m sure we’ll hear from her once work lightens up.  Speaking of work, Lapis has been keeping Marcus and I busy recently with some sort of tech analysis for a case she’s working on.  Something about a techie villain calling card written into a ritual item of some sort.

My injury that I got from work is almost completely healed now (thank the gods).  It’s kind of embarrassing really how it happened.  Basically, I threw out my back while on my way back to the car from delivering an order because I slipped on a wet sponge on the guy’s tile porch.  It’s damn good that worker’s comp picked it up or else I wouldn’t be able to afford the meds and diagnostics they had to do.  I’ve been off work for a couple of weeks and Marcus wouldn’t let me go out on patrol for most of it.  I’m eager to get back to work and not let the jerks of the city have the run of the place, either.  Thankfully one of the cross-town heroes has been generous enough to pick up my slack until I am able to get back on my feet.  Heck, I might go see who’s at Comicpalooza this year before I have to return to work.

I know it’s belated, but I hope that all of our readers found time to honor the fallen for Memorial Day.  I treat it as a day for the ancestors.  There are also several of our superhero brethren who have fallen in the line of duty and they deserve that moment of silence as well.  Go West, and be judged in right Razorwhip, Neutronia, Velvet Gem, and Ectarr.  The world was better for you, and will mourn your absence.  And for those who wish to pick up this mantle, think long and hard about it.  It is not a game, but a calling.  Make sure you have your affairs in order should something go awry, and until we have the SRA straightened out, I’ll advise against registering.  Save yourself from the pain that Velvet Gem went through when Lodestone found her on the database, tortured and killed her and her husband.  It still happens, even to those starting out.


Binara: Amethyst Dreams


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It was fortune that when Ami fainted, one of the healers was looking her direction and went to her aid.  I was a bit concerned for her well-being, but hadn’t recovered enough to manifest again at that point.  Using that much power with the restraints that manifesting puts on me tires me out, so I try to refrain from doing so unless absolutely necessary.  I quickly checked the ley line as the healer’s partner pulled some sort of wheeled bed towards her and placed her upon the bed.

Thankfully, the line would recover on its own after some time from what I assessed, so I returned to Ami’s side as the healers loaded her into a vehicle of some sort and started moving out of the area of the stadium.  I followed them from the air, dodging order spirits and electricity imps, faded memories and the souls of the recently departed on their way to the Judging Grounds.  Luckily humanity of this realm has yet to make this healer’s vehicle have a top speed close to my own, so I was able to keep it in sight as it bobbed and weaved through the streets as I did through the gap in the buildings that made them.  It pulled into a building with a solar cross upon it, and once I was within earshot, they wheeled Ami into the building.

“What happened with her?” I heard a male healer that met them at the door ask.

“She just dropped and hit her head on the pavement,” one of the healers that had rode with Ami said. “Figured it’d be best to bring her in.”

“Take her back, I’ll get the Doctor on duty to look at her.  With all the injured from the Manifesto fight things are pretty hectic here.”

I tried to follow them through the double doors, but was blocked by a barrier.

“Do you have business here?” the barrier spoke as a healer passed through it.

“I’m concerned for the one who was just wheeled through you,” I said, stirring the air a bit in the hallway.

“Concern is not enough, my lady,” It said. “You know the rules, only a death spirit, personal guardian, ancestor, god, or spirit tied to this place can pass a privacy barrier.  Unless, you have a personal invitation, that is.  We can’t have patients being attacked while they are trying to heal in the Seen.”

I looked at it, slightly annoyed.  “Fine, but could you let me know when she comes back into the public part of the building, living or dead?”

“Why would you want to know?”

“She’s a different human, with eyes that see unclouded.  The ravens would be jealous.”

It took him a few minutes to respond.  “Yes, my lady.  She will be known.”

I nodded and turned to return the way I came out of the building and rest upon the awning until she returned to public space.

It was a few hours before I felt her come out of the private space.  She didn’t spot me as she left the building entirely and made her way towards a mass transportation station.  When I landed upon the vehicle she was going to take, I had a thought.  Though mechanical netjeri are not as communicative in the ways that most humans would understand, I know enough that I sat down and held on so that I could rest my wings on the way there.

After several hours’ ride on top of the train, it stopped and I followed Ami in this new city.  I didn’t know if she was oblivious, ignoring me, or could only see spirits, but it was evening by the time she entered a new building and I had to negotiate with a lazier privacy barrier.  All it wanted was a gust of energy and then it was happy to let me pass.  By the time I’d found the energy and given it to them, I had lost sight of Ami.  Thankfully the air in the area let me know her residence number and I proceeded to find the correct door.

While I could have simply slipped into her apartment on my own power, it is considered customary for my folk to at least try to get an invitation into a private domicile before wandering in.  I didn’t want to manifest just to do so, so I gathered what energy was in the hall (which made the lights flicker and a couple of light spirits in the fixtures a bit miffed) and used it to make the knocking sound on Ami’s door.  It didn’t take her long to answer.

She opened the door, and seemed oblivious to me for a second before I lowered the temperature of the air a bit.  “Whoa, I didn’t see you there!  I guess my medicine is wearing off again…” She said.

“There’s medicine that blocks the sight of the near Unseen?” I asked.  “Clearly those healers should know it’s harmful.”

“Well, it’s complicated,” She said and looked both ways down the hallway.  “I’m not supposed to see you, humans aren’t like that.”

“I’ve met many a human in other worlds that have a gift like yours and are prized for it.”

“IT’S NOT PRIZED HERE!” She yelled.  “Why don’t you quit bothering me and go back where you came from?”

“I can’t, not until I complete my mission.  Could you please let me in so we can talk?  I’m usually very civil, unlike that unbalancer that attacked that coliseum.”

Ami looked around again, spotting a neighbor that had poked their head out to see what the commotion was.  “Very well,” she sighed. “but don’t mess with any of my belongings.”

“Fair enough,” I said and walked in past her.  The place was small, but I could spread my wings to full span if I needed to.  I sat down upon the couch as Ami calmed the neighbor before closing the door.

“So, what did you need to talk to me about?” Ami asked and then sat down on a chair at a desk with a strange machine on it.

“It seems to be rare that those with the talent to see the near Unseen are present, at least from what I’ve experienced so far since I’ve come here,” I said.  “It used to not be this way, from the last time I was in this universal group.  Was there anything that had happened since the human Gregorian year of 1503 AD to cause that gods-given gift to become so rare?”

Ami looked at me in what I presumed was shock.  “How old are you?”

“In this world?  Old enough to predate most forms of life, though that might be older or younger depending on the different universal growth rates.”  I could see the disbelief in her eyes. “We faerie are effectively immortal, but our creation date matters little to me and my mission.”

Ami took a bit, then said “We humans don’t live that long…as for that curse you call a ‘gift’, seeing things that aren’t there has been considered insanity since at least the 1800s.”

“And what year is it now?”

“It’s in the 2010s right now.”

So it had been about five centuries since I’d visited this world, no wonder why the humans had changed.  They have such a short lifespan compared to even the other mortal races I’ve encountered with technology that they must make every day count.  I guess that is what draws my kind to theirs, the passion for life.  Even the most remote faerie can smile at their efforts.

I thought long and worded my phrases carefully as I spoke.  “Listen Ami, I do not agree with your assessment that seeing my kind or into the near Unseen is a curse.  However, I am stuck in a world that I know little of its human culture of this era and technology until I can complete my mission here.  I need someone who knows both and can communicate with me while I work unmanifested to conserve energy and to not put a strain on the fabric of the world.  I have done this many a time when I do not know the local cultural layout or it has been many centuries since I have been to a world.  You are the only one I’ve met today that has such a gift to communicate with me in such a way.  Would you be willing to assist me on my mission here in that capacity?”

“What’s in it for me?  And just what is this mission of yours?  Will I be in danger if I help you?”  There was a struggle in Ami’s eyes, between caution and curiosity, and whatever else that she was feeling at that point.

“I would not take you off-planet, as the mission is local to the area.  I may have gated in close to where the disturbance is happening, but that’s as close as I could jump without setting off suspicion and disrupting the ley lines in the area further.  They get quite jumpy when someone of my power level comes in suddenly from the in-between.  I am usually assigned missions of this level if the world and galactic level powers cannot or will not be able to take on the imbalance.  There might be a level of danger present, but I do not know until I can assess the area where the disturbance is if it will be reactive or inert.  If you do agree, I will defend you as best I can if it comes to that point, but even I cannot clone myself.  I would think that a fair trade, no?”

Ami blew a sliver of dark brown hair out of her face.  “And I assume you need a place to stay while here?”

“Only while I’m actively investigating the disturbance,” I said. “I can jump home once it is resolved.  I will not disturb you during your normal routine unless I need your services, and even then I will be discreet.”

Ami thought for a while.  “Fine, I’ll help.  But only because you saved my life and this is a debt I am repaying, got it?”

“Of course.”  I extended my hand to shake hers.  With the alliance sealed, I would have to talk to her personal guardians lurking in the mid Unseen to let them know of the agreement.  They would, of course, have their own demands that I would have to see to, but it was nothing I hadn’t navigated before.  “So, may I ask, what were you doing at that coliseum?  Human gatherings tend to fascinate me.”

“Nothing much, just was on a date with a guy I met online.  He ditched me once Manifesto showed up, the jerk.  After I met you, I passed out, woke up in a hospital and came home once the doctors deemed me fit to travel.”

“Have you eaten yet?  You look a little sullen.”

“I ordered pizza, but it hasn’t gotten here yet.”  The buzzer went off not five minutes after she said that.

The rest of the evening was a lazy one, with Ami promising to teach me the layout of the city while she ate, grumbled about having to go into school the next day, and then finally going to sleep well past her ancestors’ bed time.  I placed a charm on the domicile to protect against evil spirit intrusions before resting a bit myself and then jumping to the mid Unseen to deal with what humans would call “the paperwork”.  This would be the start of a fruitful endeavor, I could tell.

Binara: Immortal Gaze, Questioning Voice


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Greetings, dear children of Netjer.  I am Binara, observer of your world and corrector of transgressions towards ma’at on a universal and multiversial scale.  I have been contacted by an acquaintance through the near Unseen plane in order to tell my specific story to this world.  While I don’t understand why a human would want to know my origins, they are valuable in keeping the local balance in order, so cooperating is in our best interest.

Yes, I said “our”.  I have a human I work with in this plane that knows the oddities of human culture better than I do.  I tend to let her do the translation and working of technology for me so I don’t “short anything out”, as she likes to say.  While my story does include her, it starts well before this star system fully settled, so I will get to her involvement in time.  For now, however, let me summarize my existence up until my current assignment here.

I was created much around the time that this star was forming and the atoms for air and water were coalescing in the area.  The gods that created me aren’t the ones I serve currently, so I only see them as respectful elders, not ones to be obeyed.  Things weren’t as interesting as many of the scientific community here would like to believe, so I will gloss over most of my early history of helping the worlds become what they are.  I am what most humans would call a sylph by creation, and I serve along with two others who are more aligned with fire and light.  I do have a younger sibling, but she does not travel the worlds like I do.  Instead I believe she is only able to exist within a certain world, which is not this one and I will not divulge which one, lest they find out how us faerie reproduce.

I’ve been on many a balancing trip, but what tied me to Shu and Nit was managing the creation of an inland sea, upon which they learned my true name.  To all beings, even a human, the learning of the ren by someone other than their creators and themselves can bind you to their command.  In all my millennia of service to these Netjeru, they have been nothing but kind and have only but once had to use it.  In their service, I have blossomed.

It was on one of these balancing missions that I met my partner Ami.  I had been charged with coming to this world and investigating the cause of a disturbance that was blocking the ley lines of the earth on the eastern seaboard of the North American continent by Nit, and while peaceful resolution is preferable, force was authorized if necessary.  Within a earth day I was prepared to make the jump, and when I sealed the gate I had stepped through I was in what Ami calls Charlotte, North Carolina.  It had been many centuries since I’d been to this world, instead working off towards a different cluster of dimensions and star systems, so I didn’t know that the human population had exploded here.

I was quite fascinated by all the ways that civilization had been built up that I had lost my way in my wandering.  I tried to reach out to those humans on the street, but even those I stood in front of ignored me and several walked through me.  It was such a rude gesture, ignoring me, that I ended up even more lost in the near Unseen of the city and near a coliseum many times that of the Roman one I was familiar with.  I could hear the cheers of many people from inside the building, and saw how much collective energy it had from the position I was in.  The nearby minor ley line danced in its pulsing to the time of the music that played, seemingly happy that the humans were there.

I was curious as to what festivities were going on, so I took wing and circled over the open air of the arena.  The protrusions on top of the structure looked stable enough, so I landed upon one to get a better view and not use my wings so much.  I had been much more used to traveling the in-between at the time, so I was still getting used to being back in atmosphere.  There were these humans playing a game on grass unlike any game I’d seen before in this world, carrying around a ball of some sort.  When the runner got to the edge of the field, the crowd roared with delight, and the music played again.  The language that was over the loudspeaker wasn’t one I was familiar with, but the emotions of the crowd were as timeless as the human race.  I could feel the energy pouring off them, and since I was getting a little winded from the journey, took a little from the burst of the cheer for myself.

I was feeling a bit more refreshed when the wind changed and a shadow came over the arena.  Looking up, I saw a balloon of some sort flying extremely low, but not many of the humans looked up.  It wasn’t until the balloon started firing laser shots at the field that they took notice.  I could sense an imbalanced air from that balloon as the screen on the side spouted the language and then the fear level rose.  The figure on the screen held up a device waveringly and then the screams started.  I could sense the imbalance growing as the people tried to run but froze as the man said something.  However, the imbalance was smaller than my action threshold, so I continued to observe the scene as the man on the screen laughed.

It was then I felt a change coming from the north.  It was far, but it would arrive in a few minutes.  It was of an equal caliber of the imbalanced man, but on the side of ma’at.  I sighed, told the air in the area to switch to a slight wind that would give him a tailwind, and waited for it to translate to the Seen world.  While I wouldn’t involve myself directly in this imbalance correction, I could at least support the one who would in some way.

It did seem to help, as the wind kicked up a few seconds after the command and sped the balancing presence up a bit, arriving a minute earlier than he would have.  They had some words, this flying human and the blimp screen man before the white and blue outfitted man charged the blimp and drew from it the man who was on the screen moments before.  Their fight started a chain reaction of innocents fleeing in terror, the sides of the arena being damaged, and general mayhem.  It wasn’t until most of the place was cleared when the imbalanced tech man dropped the device that the explosions started happening.  With that, I could see the evil radiate off of him as he laughed.  The strongman punched him into the protrusion I was standing on then, making it wobble.  The tech man then in turn grappled it, ripping it loose from the stadium and threw it at the strongman, to which he mostly dodged.

This left me without a perch and a bit disillusioned about how sturdy it was.  I drew up in altitude to see the ley line quivering, shrinking, as if in fear.  If the fight were to go on long enough, it could lose power entirely.  Then I noticed it.  The now unattended balloon made its way towards the arena’s sign, and the way it hit pushed it towards the outside of the arena.  The balloon kept going, and broke the bonds the sign had on the arena, sending it freefalling towards the innocents still trying to clear the place.

With the effect on the ley line, combined with the sign, there was no time to call from the unseen.  I slipstream manifested under the path of the sign’s fall and even with the binding that manifestation gives me, called the tornado that is my kin and stopped the sign’s fall feet from the tallest mortal head.  I pushed the sign back into the arena, gently setting it upon the now empty seats and then settled the wind in the area.  I looked around to the humans, now staring in shock at me, including one that had tripped and was sitting upon the pavement.

“A’ho la sigh laugh?” I called.  “Shimasha?”  Their stares didn’t beg comprehension.  I sighed.  “Seneb?  Farshouta?  Minna-san, daijoubu ka? Ah, fre’katoum…”  I was frustrated by their lack of understanding of the languages I know.  Walking over to the woman on the pavement, I offered my hand.  She reluctantly took it and I helped her up.  She said something and then the air that was around me understood.  It poured the knowledge of the language into my being, like it had many times before.

Releasing her hand I called again.  “Is anyone hurt?  I don’t want injured humans on my watch.”  I looked around, and they were in shock again, but this time understood.  Most shook their heads, which I discerned by their body language was a negative.  A few said yes.  “Those of you who aren’t injured and can bear the weight, help those that are to the nearest healer!  The fight’s still going on in there and I intend to stop it.”

They stared at me some again before the woman I helped up seemed to ascertain what I was saying.  “Alright people, get those that have wounds out of here!  Someone’s bound to have called 911 by now since Manifesto attacked, so there should be ambulances on the way.  Let’s not let anyone else get hurt by staying here!”

I smiled slightly and nodded, then took to the air to put an end to the fight.  When I got close, I drew a pocket of air into a super concentrated ball, then sent the blast out, separating the warring humans.

“Enough!” I yelled.  “Your fight is not only damaging the arena here, but is weakening the ley line near here and almost killed many of Netjer’s children!  If you intend to fight more, I will be forced to step in.”  I could feel my shining heart forehead mark blazing with my determination.

“Screw off you mystic freak!”  The tech man said.  “I came to defeat Captain Crusader once and for all, and I won’t have you messing it up!”  He fired a laser at me, barely missing my wingtip.

I sighed.  “You leave me no choice then, imbalancer.  Let it be known that you are interfering with my mission here.”  I pulled the Ice Stars from my belt pouch while the strongman looked at me in wonder.

“Hah, you think those little toys will defeat me, the great Manifesto?”

“They have defeated galactic terrors that would make even the bravest among you go catatonic with fear.”  I charged him, getting within range to throw.

That’s when the strongman decided to bull rush him into the seats.  Manifesto wasn’t down for long, and fired a beam at Crusader, hitting him in the shoulder.  Once he was back in the air, he gave an evil laugh.  I got within range again and threw, nicking his leg.

“So much for your weapon, woman!”

“Oh, really now, imbalancer?  Sluka’augh, Icitaan kutani!” The star I threw came arcing back, nicking his left arm before I caught it.  I looked to Crusader.  “Don’t touch him yet.  There’s a reason these stars are shaped the way they are.”  Crusader nodded and I took a deep breath.  “Ashimia’ata sigurun mietra codai!  Icitaan, tivere!  Ice Stars, work your magic!”  I snapped my fingers at the activation, and the cuts that Manifesto had from the stars flash froze, growing their crystals until he was frozen solid and fell upon the seats again, busting the ice open and wounding him a great deal.

Crusader went to check on him as I replaced the stars in my pouch.  “He shouldn’t be dead,” I said and landed close.  “I cannot kill unless authorized by my Netjeru.”

“He still has a heartbeat,” Crusader said.  “I’ll get him to the SRA branch for treatment and trial.  Now, who are you?’

“Just the corrector of multiversial balances,” I said, then flew off to check and see if the innocents were being cared for.  What I did find were multiple vehicles with flashing lights and that one woman I’d helped up still standing there.  I landed close to her and asked “Why didn’t you run?”

“Because I never got your name.  I’m Ami, Ami Storm.” She extended her hand.

“I am called Binara,” I said and shook her hand.  “Now if you excuse me…”  I slipped back into the near Unseen to check on the ley line and replenish my energy used by manifesting.

“Wait, I have some questions!” She called as I started to walk towards a better position to see the line, which was starting to recover.  “Are those wings grafted or mechanical?  How could you make that whirlwind?”

“You can see me still?”

“What do you mean, of course I can see you.”

I smiled slightly.  “Finally, someone who can see the near Unseen.  Ami, my wings are the ones I was created with, and I’m a sylph, master of the air.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I think your people call mine faerie, and what I did was magic.”

She looked shocked for a moment, then fainted.



As those of you who follow this blog have probably seen by now, Senet-Ra and Edfu’s origin story is completed.  I hope that the darker tone that some of the chapters have taken didn’t put ya’ll off of the rest of the story.  I was trying to keep the story relevant to today’s world, and the “aha!” moment of where I wanted to go with it came from watching a news report a few years back here in my hometown about a bust for prostitution at a massage parlor, plus an article about human trafficking being a thing.  This has a bigger impact to me than most might think, and I believe now that the story is done that I should explain myself a bit on why it is such.

I’m going to get a bit personal with this, so bear with me on this insight into my life.  When I was a little girl, I was raped by ex-stepgrandfather around the age of 8.  My memory is fuzzy about the incident right now, as I don’t like dwelling on it, but clear enough that I did go through the process of trying to bring him to trial (this was his fourth case).  The DA dropped the ball on trial and he pled right to speedy trial.  From what the records of the sex offender registry show, he got his butt thrown back in jail in 2013 and I don’t really have the funds to search what for.  The asshole probably couldn’t keep it in his pants again.

Anyways, this bit of my history relates to my reaction to the prostitution and human trafficking because while not the exact same to what I survived, I can relate.  It challenges and gives me muse to bring a voice to this problem that we so often ignore.  It is this close to home event that burned me so much that even though my voice is small, it needs to be heard, as does those who are victims of such violence and captivity.  As I wrote in the “Catgirl Made Magical” chapter (and paraphrase here), I can’t stand by knowing this happens and do nothing.  I hope you as my readers don’t either.  Please bring your voices, yourselves, and what you can put forth towards rectifying this problem.  You may not see it as much, but to the victims and survivors of these types of crimes, it makes all the difference to see they have support.  There are several websites that have information on how you can help ( was one I found on a quick search), so it may only take you a few minutes out of your day.  Of course, there are deeper roots to this problem than what I’ve mentioned, but I’m not going to go into it at this point in time.

Going forward and back on the topic of the supers that have posts here, I will be starting a new origin story soon that will be updated as I have time and attention for.  School starts back up on the 19th  this month, so I will need to focus on that.  This time around, I’m going a bit into more original territory as far as characters are concerned and having a bit more banter going on.  The reason why is that while these characters are all mine, all of them have been made and are getting adapted from roleplaying games I’ve done in the past.  That changes with this next story.  I’ve got a completely native character concept for this world lined up, and I think you’ll like her.  I wonder if you can guess who it is. 😉  I’m not going to give the story away, but I hope you think of it as an otherworldly experience.


Senet-Ra and Edfu: Senet and the Toppled O


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With midterms finished, the day of the reveal came.  I was quite antsy during prayer to recharge the collar that morning, and the usual soft music I listen to when I’m studying didn’t help much either.  It wasn’t until the full moon rose over the horizon that I calmed my nerves and reminded myself I wasn’t alone.  Agent Brenner would be busting her for her crimes, and I was going to be there if things got out of hand.

It wasn’t until the bus came when I got a call from him on the contact phone to go over the final plan.  I could barely hear him, but I did recognize the parts that we’d already talked about and promised him I’d show.  I’m glad he didn’t know what my real face looked like, or else I’m sure that I would have gotten a visit in class one day.  I definitely did not want that to happen.

The reveal was supposed to be at Entech’s offices, but was moved to a conference center close to there because of the expected attendance level exceeded fire code, or so their website had declared.  Honestly, I was glad that the change was made, as it would allow me to slip off and change partway through the presentation.  As I got off the bus, I noticed the hawk again, sitting in a tree leading to the center, but ignored him in favor of steeling my nerves.  There was a crowd gathered with their tickets to be let into the building, and thankfully I’d gotten mine before midterms had started.  While I knew my mother would hate me using my trust fund to go to an event to bust a crime ring, it was necessary.

Once I finally got in, I noted the nearest bathrooms to the auditorium entrance before I took my seat.  The place was almost packed once the presentation began, and many were dressed in formal attire.  I chose to go a little more low key, as I was there for the bust and not the refreshments afterwards.  The MC droned on a bit about the history of the company, what lead them to greatness, and then introduced Innis.

Once she took the podium, she started a speech about how she came to the company and leading them to even greater technological heights.  The big reveal was one of a serum of nanobots in suspension, that had the potential to heal internal damage and help skin to regrow after being burned severely.  I’ll admit, the tech did intrigue me.  However, after seeing the pictures, I just couldn’t get as excited as the rest of the crowd.

It was at that point that I took my leave to the bathroom and transformed into my super identity.  I went looking for the AV booth and found that one of Agent Brenner’s men was already behind the monitors.  He told me not to worry about the presentation of the audio and to go queue up for the Q&A line.  I stepped over the knocked out Entech booth guy on my way out.

It took a while to get up to my turn on the mic, with various people asking various questions or joking a bit, but as soon as I came forward, I got straight to the point.

“Excuse me, Ms. Innis, but for all your boasting of this tech, I didn’t feel like you had your heart in it.  Perhaps your baby lies in your side business?”  I asked and my tail swished.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She responded.

“Oh, I think you do.  The one that involves trafficking women, girls and some men in the sex slave trade that stretches from here to Cabo.  I know, I’ve got proof and have busted some of those locations here in the city,” I sneered.

“I’m sorry, but I think you have the wrong person.”

“Oh, I’m sure I have the right one.  Hit it, AV dude.”

The audio file played over the speaker, loud and clear, of Innis talking to a human trafficker from San Diego and making a deal with him.  She referred to the women being talked about in a very incriminating way and told him that she’d pay a couple of thousand for the lot, but they’d earn back more than twice that in their run up in Portland.

Innis’ eyes went wide, and then livid.  “How did you-I mean that must be doctored to sound like me!”

“I don’t have the equipment to doctor audio files, and before a month ago, I hadn’t heard your voice before.  Give up while we’re at this point, so at least you’ll have some dignity in your fall.”

“Why you bitch!  You’re the one that my right hand warned me about!”

She was just about to step in front of the podium, when Agent Brenner stepped onto stage.  “Claire Innis, FBI.  We’re here to arrest you on charges of conspiracy, human trafficking, kidnapping, distribution of child pornography, and prostitution by proxy.”  He flashed his badge.  “Now I’d rather you come quietly, as Miss Senet-Ra said, than have to pursue more extreme measures.”

I smirked smugly at what I thought was her being cornered.  It turned out that not only was she not cornered, she could both flip me off and run in heels at the same time.  I was stunned for a second as Agent Brenner missed with his taser and she made for backstage.  I made my way up to the stage to chase after her.

When I got backstage, I noticed several FBI agents knocked out and Brenner cursing his luck.  When he noticed me, he said “Well this could’ve been better.  She busted through my team, then ran out the back door.  Do you happen to know where she’s headed?”

“No, but I have an idea.  What would you do if you’ve been implicated in a big crime ring, but only certain pieces of evidence have been brought against you publicly that you know of?”

He thought for a minute.  “I’d go destroy what other evidence there is and make my accuser look like a fool, which would make any judge throw the case out.”

“Exactly.” I said and started for the back door.  “Meet me at Entech when you can.  I’m gonna try and stop her.”


With that, I was racing in boots across several city blocks to get to the Entech building.  Innis had a several minute head start, and not once did I spot her on the street.  I was glad that I had block heels by the hill, else I would have had to slow my pace some.  Running in a miniskirt however presented some other problems, namely a guy that catcalled me as I reached the top of the hill.  Annoying bastard.

Once I got to the triple five, I saw that the glass front door was smashed in.  Inside, I found an FBI agent knocked out cold against the cold marble floor and the gate before the security area raised.  Another agent was knocked out close to the elevators.  As I waited for the elevator to come down, I checked his pulse.  It was slow, but steady.

That elevator ride felt like an eternity.  Entech’s offices were near the top of the high rise, and with as amped as I was to take care of it, I got fidgety and started to chase my tail.  Yes, that’s right, I did a dog thing, even though I’m a catgirl in magical form.  All it did was make me dizzy though, so I stumbled a bit out of the elevator when the door opened to the corridor.

Shaking it off, I noticed a pair of feet sticking out of Entech’s office door.  Apparently Innis had knocked out the agent there and he was now acting as a door block.  I stepped over him and thought about how could she knock out all these guys.  Even if she were a bodybuilder, she’d be exhausted by the pace, plus she was in her 40s by my age guess.  If she had a taser, I would’ve spotted spent pin cartridges on my way up there, and the agents would still be conscious.

While I wondered this, I saw several agents knocked out along a war path to her office, save for one.  He had his service pistol in his hand and was bloodied to a pulp.  He was still slightly conscious, and moaning in pain.

“She was so fast…” he said as I got within view, “I didn’t have time to fire.”

I nodded.  “I’ll get the bitch, you wait here.”

Unsurprisingly, the door to her office was locked.  It took me a couple of kicks to break it down, but when I entered the room, there she stood at the desk, her hands bloodied.  She was doing exactly as I thought she was going to do, deleting evidence on the laptop.

Innis turned to face me.  “You’re too late, I’ve already begun the wipe.”

“Oh really?  I thought your background was in business.” I said and pulled my staff from its resting position.

“I still know some IT,” She leered. “You had a little helper in here a few weeks ago during that tour that I took my leave from to meet with some Japanese business associates.”

“Oh, you mean the yakuza that were courting your favor?  Wait…” I looked back and up and saw the camera node.

“Yes, we caught her on camera.  Nice touch telling her to wear gloves.  I could run her face through recognition software, but I have a bigger catch to take my frustrations out on.  You.”  She jumped up on the desk, still in heels.  “The one who sent my assets in the city to shit and got the FBI on my ass.  I’ll beat every last penny of it out of your cheerleader hide.”

She launched herself at me and I parried her.  Unflustered by it, she charged at me again, getting in a body blow and knocking me into the desk.  I reeled a bit, but was able to get a jab in with the staff as she closed the distance.  This off put her for a few seconds as I got into a more ready stance, but before I could throw a Ra’s Wrath, she was on me and the staff.

“Carlos told me about your strange abilities, so I have come prepared,” she said as she struggled with me.  “The serum we unveiled has much more uses than medicine and antiaging.  The bots can be programmed to do anything, really, including enhancing the body to levels of a super for a short period of time.”  She punched the glass by my head as I dodged it, fracturing the window.  I threw a side blow, but she shrugged it off, knocked my supporting hand loose and pinned me to the glass.  “Here, let me give you a demonstration, ya fucking pussy!”  She then repeatedly body blew me until the glass behind me could stand no more, then hit me right out of the building.

I could see her flip me off and turn around to go back to the desk before the office was out of my view.  I knew that the Aegis couldn’t take the damage from a fall that high, so as I braced myself for what might be my end, I heard a voice say “Use Nut’s Embrace!  It’s Nut, Akhyt if you don’t remember it!”

I figured it was better than falling to my death, so I tried it.  “Nut, Akhyt!” I said, my arms spread wide.  Suddenly, I wasn’t falling anymore.  In fact, I had stopped two stories above being street pizza.  The spell’s operation came flowing to my mind then, and I charged back up the air I’d lost.

Once I got within a few stories, I slowed my pace some.  The blows she’d delivered hurt, even though they were softened by the Aegis.  I gave myself a few seconds of rest before appearing at the broken window.  That scum would get what was coming to her, even if I had to bust her eardrums to do it.

“You know, it’s impolite to throw people out of tall buildings,” I said once I reached the window, “Most would consider that murder.  With me, however, you’ll get attempted murder on that list of charges lined up already.”  I landed back in the office, looking very peeved.

“How did you–”

“What can I say?  I’m magical.”

“I’ll kill you this time, for sure.”

“We’ll see about that.”

She threw a kick at me, but missed and I tagged her on the thigh with the staff.  At this range, I knew I wouldn’t miss.  “Roar, Sekhmet-Mut!” I shook the staff head and made her back off, her ears bleeding from the sonic attack.  She then rolled under the cone and tackled me to the wall.

“The bots will heal that in no time,” She said.  “With it, I’m immortal!”

I hit her with a kick to the groin.  Now, it may not be as effective as hitting a guy with it, but it still hurts.  That was enough to slip out of her grasp, but not enough to keep her from dodging the next couple of staff strikes I put at her.  I did get one in, but she parried me, knocked the staff out of my hand and me to the ground.

“I win, you fucking pussy,” She said and stood over me.  “Have fun in hell!”  She started to wind up for a big punch, but then I heard a cry of a hawk and her stumbling backwards.  “What the?!  Get off me, you stupid bird!”

I opened my eyes to see that same hawk trying to rake her eyes out.  “What the in the name of the Duat are you doing girl?  Get up and finish her off!”  I heard the same voice again from the fall.

I did a flip to get up, called my staff to me, but a compulsion ran through my head.  Stowing my staff, I drew up a Ra’s Wrath, but let it grow in power for a bit before releasing it.  “For the crime against Ma’at of creating more isfet in the world, Ra’s Eyes bring his wrath upon you.  Iryet Ra, aha!”  As soon as I let go of the spell, the hawk was knocked out of the way, onto the cancel button of the laptop, and the blast hit Innis dead center, knocking her into the wall and unconscious.  It also knocked the wind out of me.  I was glad that the fight was over though.

The hawk hopped onto the desk.  “That’s the poorest performance of a collar wielder I have seen since they made the damn thing!” It said in a too big for his body voice.  “You should have had her in chains even before the window broke, and damned if you didn’t know the basic spell to fly already.  The collar should have taught you that when you first transformed!”

“What the…you can talk?” I said, still out of breath.

“Yes, don’t tell me humans have lost the ability to talk to animals, or at least know to read their behavior,” He said.  “It’d be on a long list of things that have changed in the past 2500 years.  Like people that worship the Netjeru on this continent.  It took me weeks of trying to hide in those metal bird-like things to even get here!  Then when I finally find you, you were sneaking around like a thief and not a proud warrior.”

I couldn’t believe it, I was getting lectured by a talking hawk.  “Well, who are you supposed to be then?”

He sighed.  “Didn’t they tell you anything?  I’m the guardian of the collar, but I’ve been stuck as the guide for the collar wearers until the death of Padibast, when they decided to seal me in that statue.  I was one of the Shemsu-Heru, the army division before I was given the duty.”

“Okay, snarky hawk, whatever you say.”  I could feel the irritation in me rising.

“My name isn’t ‘snarky hawk’.  Call me by one of my Lord’s places, Edfu.”


I spotted Agent Brenner coming into the office.  “Wow, you really did a number on this place.”

“More like she punched me a lot and then threw me out the window before I knocked her unconscious.  The agents are her doing.” I nodded to Innis’ slumped form.

“I hope you were able to save the data.”

“I haven’t checked it yet, but a hawk did land on it.”  Edfu gave me a nonplussed look.

“I’ll have our guys check it out.”  His phone went off.  After a minute of disdainful looks, he hung up.  “The SRA are on their way.  You better get out of here before I have to officially detain you for your involvement.”

I nodded, then cast Nut’s Embrace again.  “You coming?” I said to Edfu and flew out the window.  He followed wing and we weaved through the San Francisco skyline.

We were almost home when I mused “You know, this would have made getting around the city a whole lot easier.  I’d love to not have to take the bus to get around.”

Edfu scoffed. “The collar’s power is only to be used in the name of ma’at.  It is not a tool of convenience.”

“Says one who has natural wings.”

“I didn’t choose this form, it just saves energy.”

“Whatever.  I guess I have to get a bird set-up next week.  For now, I’m bushed.”  I said as I landed on the balcony, which I forgot to lock the door to.  “You’ll have to sleep out here in the interim.  Please don’t shit on my neighbors plants again, they were pissed about it.”

“You humans and your bathroom rituals.  Fine, I’ll use the flowerbeds.”

With that, I went into the apartment, powered down, showered, and passed out.  Thus ends my origin story, but Edfu and I still have many stories to tell.  By the way, the next day he both shit on the plants and left a dead mouse on their patio furniture as compensation.  I had one hell of a time apologizing and had to try to bring him up to speed on human culture of our era.  Figures I’d get stuck with a netjeri that hadn’t socialized since the Late period.