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.


Senet-Ra and Edfu: Catgirl goes Hunting


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At last, the day had finally come for the tour.  While that date hadn’t panned out as well as I hoped it would, it afforded me a bit more free time to brush up on my html code that I’d learned a bit of while managing a forum for roleplaying when I was in my early teen years.  Things were quite a bit different than back then, but the core idea was still the same.  Still, putting glittery graphics on everything wasn’t the same as hacking, but I had to try.

When I got to the tour, they had us go through the usual security and sign-in procedures as anyone in today’s society would.  After we got past that phase, the guides lead the group of about twenty people up to the office, where we got to see the laboratories that didn’t have classified projects going on, a few of the conference rooms, the marketing department, and the CEO’s office.  Along the way, a few people asked questions, and thankfully one did as we were exiting Innis’ office, or else I couldn’t have slipped back into there to do what was needed.

I found it somewhat odd that she wasn’t at the office, but it was more fortuitous for me.  The work computer entry, however, wasn’t as good of a situation.  I tried so many passwords that I thought would work, but ended up denied at every turn.  I was just about to give up, when I slammed my hand on the desk drawer.  It hurt, but it made a compartment I didn’t see on the printer stand pop out.

Curious, I pulled it out more to find a laptop in sleep mode.  It was unlocked, which is either arrogant or unusual for this day and age, and had a file pulled up for a spreadsheet of human trafficking numbers.  It was the evidence I was looking for!  I knew I had to work quickly now, for the tour guides had probably started looking for me.  I copied everything I could about the trafficking business–numbers, emails, addresses, dates, pricing, pictures, even a audio recording that looked suspicious–onto the flash drive I had brought with me.  Once I got what I could, and listened to that danger sense I’d acquired since obtaining the collar, and put the laptop back where and how I found it.  Then I hightailed it out of there and headed towards one of the bathrooms.  The lady guide found me not five minutes after I’d gone in.  I’d made an excuse about having something for dinner the night before not agreeing with my innards, and her objections to my disappearance dropped.  She lead me back to the group, where they talked about a reveal of their newest project to the public and invited us to attend.  Most were noncommittal, but a few of the group said they would come.

Once the tour let out, I did a few stops on my way home to make sure I wasn’t being followed, and was finally able to peruse the information on the flash drive at my leisure.  Thank goodness I had an old laptop that took flash drives and didn’t connect to the internet, because otherwise I think that one of the photos would have net tagged me and I would’ve been an easy target.  Even the disapproving hawk that now sat outside in the apartment garden trees couldn’t take down my relief.

I will spare the details of what happened next, but in retrospect I had time to burn until the public reveal, which I had decided would be the reveal of her side business as well, and wanted to put some pressure on her.  I ended up hitting a few of the “storefronts”–as she’d labeled them–freeing the women (and a few men, in one of the places) and tying up the operators in the fashion of their now freed product.  At the last one, I was able to have an interesting conversation with an FBI agent about my motives and gave him a copy of the flash drive I’d made (sans trace picture) before being accosted most of the way back home by the unapproving hawk.  Thankfully, he didn’t care for the SRA guys that were sure to show up once a report of a super was on the wire, but he did give me a choice and a number to call once I’d made that choice.

It was a week before the reveal when I called the number.  Special Agent Brenner answered the line, and we talked for a while.  He made me a deal–tell him who the suspect I had was and testify in court against them, and he would feed me information to other cases that were baffling his guys under the table, with the promise to help him out on said cases from time to time.  I tried to get him to have the SRA kept off my back, but he couldn’t do it.  I accepted, but reserved the right to refuse if my own load was too heavy.  We then coordinated to what would go down at the reveal, and that damn hawk then knocked the phone out of my hand.  It also tried to get into my apartment too that time, but I was too quick for it.  It ended up leering at me from the balcony and pooping on my downstairs neighbors’ plants.

Hawk or no hawk, it was almost time for midterms.  The final showdown too, but I had to study for my tests.  Taking down a crime ring lady would be easy compared to tests, I thought at the time.  I wouldn’t need to train for that.

Ah, how naïve I was.

Winter break is here!



Hello everyone that follows this little blog!  Winter break is here for me, and I’m glad for it.  I passed my classes and now have some time and energy to work on my stories in the gap between semesters.  I bet by now you’ve noticed the Psycat and Senet-Ra posts that I’ve put up in the past few days.  This is because I’ve made it my gap project to post here (since I’ve already digitized my incomplete writings last week and needed another goal to achieve) and attempt to be a bit more frequent with Senet-Ra’s story.

Speaking of her and my other story parts that I post here, I do ascribe to the creative commons licensing project.  I believe that ya’ll won’t steal the works here, but this is just in case you didn’t know.


Yep, that’s right.  My works are on this license.  For those of you who don’t know, if you do like my work and want to share it, that’s fine, but credit me.  You, however, cannot make derivative works or get paid off of my work.  This is your expressed in writing forewarning.  I have worked hard on these stories and characters and do not want to be plagiarized.

Off topic, I’m going to go see the new Star Wars movie today, so it will probably be tomorrow before I get a new Senet-Ra story section up.  Thanks for being patient with me on the bumpy road of writing in university.

Senet-Ra and Edfu: Catgirl Finds a Snake


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It was a good few weeks before I could find a lead on what Delilah had said.  With classes in full swing and my job wanting my attention otherwise, it was a wonder that I made it down in the area to investigate that Friday morning.  I was wandering downtown, trying to find the building, when I spotted that Carlos guy come out of a donut shop.  It was the same one alright, he had the same scar on his cheek and glare to him.

I followed him from the shop, staying not too close on the crowded sidewalk, to a small park near the old Bank of America building.  There, he met a woman and gave her a coffee.  I hid behind a tree as to not be seen and strained to hear the conversation.

“You sure you want to meet out in the open like this boss?” Carlos asked, looking nervous as they sat down on the park bench.

“As far as anyone knows, I’m here meeting a friend for coffee,” She said and took a sip off her cup.  “The local gangs are too afraid of my influence and the cops don’t know where to start looking, so I can relax for now.”

“But that one vigilante–”

“Oh?  Like one woman dressed up like a hussy can stop me?  You’ve got better things to do with my time than spout that ridiculous story about a catgirl with a gold staff.”

Carlos sighed.  “Fine, but I’m warning you, Ms Innis, trouble could be coming our way if we ignore it…”

After a minute she shook her head.  “I’ll beef up security then.  Now, how is the product flow doing in Oakland?”

“Quite well, we’ve got some Vietnamese stock headed up to Portland, since our guys up there have demanded a few fresh ones, but most of them are staying in the Bay Area.  Profits are through the roof, and an ambassador from the local Japanese family wishes to meet with you to discuss business arrangements.”

“Good, but tell them my schedule is blocked next week for a business trip to Rio, so we’ll have to allot time after that.  Entech has been really busy since we have licensed the new nanotech to Dowline.”  She looked at her watch.  “I do believe I need to get back to the office, I’ve got a meeting in ten minutes.  Care to escort me?”

“With pleasure.”

The two walked side by side off towards the Triple Five, and I was barely able to snap a picture of them with my phone before they crossed the street.  I did get a good shot though, as Innis had turned her head towards my direction when I was taking the shot.  I hope she thought I was a tourist taking a picture of the Triple Five, because she didn’t pause after that.

Walking back through the park, I was inputting what I’d overheard into my phone when I noticed a hawk.  Normally I wouldn’t mention something like this, but it seemed to like me, as it followed me through the park and towards my area of town.  I ignored it most of the time, but what was odd was that it seemed to give me an unimpressed look.

After class let out that day, I went to the library and thankfully found a computer to use to do my research on what had been said.  With a good bit of Google-fu, I found Entech’s website and cross-referenced the picture I took to their about page and found that Ms. Innis was in fact Claire Innis, the current CEO of Entech and one of the highest ranking women in the city’s tech industry.  To think someone so powerful would stoop so low as to traffic women for the sex trade was unconscionable.  I had to get evidence to her crime–and soon–before any more innocents were hurt.

That’s when I spotted a public tour of the office and lab was being held in two weeks.  It was a perfect opportunity to sneak in and find incriminating files to her side business.  I marked down the date and RSVP number before heading out, that hawk giving me the stink eye from a copse of trees across from the library.  I didn’t care at that moment, because I had both a date and a mission to prepare for.

Psycat’s Patrol notes #1


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Today was an interesting day.  I had a few customers at work that were more out there than most, and we had a Rabbit-guy come in for a carryout pizza.  While patrol was mostly quiet, I did have a few break-ins to deal with and one–make that two robberies of storefronts.  That last one had a telekinetic on it.  Called herself Willbender, of all things.  I’m sorry if I’m not as wordy as I am normally, I’m still working off that bonk to the side of the head by a iPad she slung at me.

Anyways, when I got to the store, she was dressed like a Final Fantasy character and was just floating merchandise out of the front door and into an awaiting car like it was nothing.  Of course I had to stop her, it wasn’t like this was a megastore or that Bast would let me slide if I didn’t.  I did tell her to desist, and when she opened up her mouth, she sounded like a bratty teenager that I detested in high school.  She also had a major chuunbiyo complex–that is similar to an overinflated ego, for those who don’t know Japanese culture or anime–and tried to get me to join her.  I looked at her like the nutcase she was and that’s when the extraneous objects started flying.

I think she was surprised that I was able to send most of them back at her, save that lighting pole that I had to dodge and landed somewhere on the eastbound lanes of Westheimer.  She was enraged by a psyche bolt hitting home and started tossing her stolen loot and a car at me.  A freaking car!  I was too busy dodging that to block some of the little stuff, and when I cracked a ex-boyfriend leaving her joke, that’s when the iPad hit.  You know, those things hit like a truck when propelled by pissed-off teenage telekinetic psychopath’s powers.  I fell off the Psydisk because of it, and she started gloating because I landed on my face.

She crossed the line though when she started insulting my weight as I was smarting from the fall.  I got up really quickly once she got to a fashion sense comment and called the disk down to get back up.  I’m pretty sure I had anger blazing in my eyes, because she took it as being wounded and kept on going, along with tossing a phone or two at me.  By the time she got to the no boyfriend comments, I had had enough and had a Psyche Blast the size of a volleyball floating above my hand.  It struck true and knocked her out, and a good portion of the parking lot she was standing on.  I don’t remember much after that besides activating the auto altitude button for the Psydisk on my cuffs and passing out for about three hours.

What woke me up was Marcus yelling in my ear that the SRA guys were coming and that was enough to get my butt up and have the disk hobble me over to Memorial City mall.  Here I sit, for the moment anyways.  You know, while I’ve had flawless victories and some scary near death experiences, that was the first super that I’d encountered that had insulted me enough to get a blast out of me through words alone.  I guess I don’t have as thick a skin as I thought I did to the insults through the years of doing hero work.

On a different note, I love that Memorial City Mall’s Wi-Fi reaches this high up.  It means I don’t have to use my data while I type this!  Oh yeah, I discovered the WordPress app and installed it on my phone, so I can post on my downtimes between patrol calls.  I guess it makes up a bit for our community being a bit silent recently, and my general laziness of my off days.

What the…?  What’s that guy doing, peeking into cars?  Looks like another patrol moment.  Anyways, before I head off to keep an eye on him,  I hope ya’ll have a good one, and lurkers, feel free to comment.

Happy Holidays!

Reflections on 9/11 from a psychic’s perspective


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Well, it’s that day of remembrance again.  I can still see the towers falling in my mind’s eye as my English class watched in horror.  This was well before I had received my psychic powers from Bast, and I was just a normal bookworm then.  We all thought it was going to be instrumented by some supervillain, but the true terror of it all, looking back was that it showed what real evil acts can be accomplished by those without powers.  It also, in the case of flight 93 and the first responders, showed what heroism can be found within the hearts of humanity.

It is to them that I don’t forget that time, and encourage the people who read our heroic stories to help out their community.  You don’t need to don the proverbial cape like we do, but at least volunteer somewhere once in a while.  I always like to give props to the volunteers that I have deliveries to when I get those at my day  job.  Usually this consists of the warm fuzzies recently, but I have been known to give free pizza coupons too.  What?  I’m not all cynicism and migraines on the job.

I’m sure I’ll be feeling this more tonight, but a decent portion of the city on this rainy day has been pinging somber since this morning.  I even spotted one of the city’s villains placing a vase of lilies at the memorial down at the University of Houston after the official ceremony had concluded.  Turns out that he had a uncle and a few friends die in the twin towers’ collapse.  Guess that is why he decided a temporary truce was a better idea than to straight out throw fireballs at me.  It is a relief that talking about an event that tragic can bring a level of humanity back to the almost dichotomy that we normally experience in our hero work.  As for what I was doing patrolling over there, I was meeting with the Seabrook area hero about the recent cross towns and it was about the halfway mark.  Also thought that some voice offerings were in order for the ancestors.  Bast knows I haven’t done much but clean my home shrine recently.

Anyways, don’t forget where we’ve been as we keep moving forward, lest the bickering never cease.  Now, back to your regularly scheduled overwhelming feels train and some comedy to keep my sanity thrown about the place.

Senet-Ra and Edfu: Catgirl’s Cunning


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It was quite a while before I spotted that frizzy blonde named Delilah again.  My classes had had their first test and I had set aside my anger of the situation for that time, until one Saturday I had spotted her on my way to get groceries at the local market.  She was headed into a massage parlor, the type that offered really cheap massages but also kept blackout curtains mostly shut–supposedly to keep the privacy of their clients.  I wasn’t sure it was her until I turned around, peeked through the window, and saw her face as she was talking to a guy in what looked to be a reception area.

It was one of the men from the rape.  How he managed to escape the campus police I don’t know, but I remembered my indignation from the incident all over again and the promise I made Stephanie.  After they went into a back room where I couldn’t see what was going on, I debated going in there as-is, but decided against it.  These people would have guns, most likely, and I needed to hide my identity from them, lest they found out where I live–or worse, my family.

No, I would need to go in there looking like a catgirl Egyptian cheerleader with a jewelry complex.  I jogged off to change somewhere inconspicuous and found an alleyway a few streets over with a smattering of dumpsters where I could stash my grocery bags and not draw too much attention to the transformation.  Once I was in my magical identity once more, I returned to the parlor to see that the curtains had been closed fully and the door to the storefront was being locked by who could’ve been the receptionist.

“I’m sorry, we’re closed,” She said when she spotted me through the sheer curtains on the door.

“The sign out here says otherwise,” I said and nodded to the operating hours plate.

“We don’t do walk-ins either.”

“Well, I just want to get a brochure of your services.”  My tail was swishing in anxiety by this time, though still mostly out of sight of her.  “I’ll make an appointment once I’ve taken a look through it.”

She grumbled and got a brochure, unlocking the door to give it to me.  “Here, our services are on the middle flap.”

“Thank you,” I smiled as I quickly grabbed the brochure, blocked the door from closing with my foot and knocked her out-of-the-way of the door with my staff.  I sauntered in and gave her a look.  “I’m sorry, but I got a beef with someone here and it’d be in your best interest to stay down.”

“Who are you?” she moaned.  “They didn’t tell me anything about being monitored…just that I needed to close the shop early so they wouldn’t be interrupted.”

“Just a person who cares about the city.  Now, where’s Delilah?” I asked and burned the brochure in the triple wick candle on the desk.


“The frizzy blond lady that was in here earlier.”

“I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

“Fine, I’ll look for myself.” I knocked her out with the staff and started to look throughout the place.  It was structured like your typical Chinese massage parlor, but for the size of the place, there were too few rooms and not enough aromatherapy to mask the scent of something else that was coming from here.

I could smell it, from the stale sweat to the emissions that was produced by it, the scent of sex is one you don’t forget easily.  It was coming from most of the rooms, but the strongest scent lead me to a locked room with the Private panel screwed upon it.  I would’ve busted through it and asked questions later, but my more rational side kicked in and I put my ear to the door.  The sound of many people breathing–many more than code probably would’ve allowed for the parlor–and soft instrumental music was eclipsed by the sudden cry of what was likely an orgasming man and the tears of a woman.

It was then, after the cry subsided that I heard talking from the other side of the room.  It was muffled through the door, but I could make out Delilah’s voice and the thug’s, saying something about a trade.  I also heard something about Innis’ approval and moving the girls discreetly before I went to grab the key ring that the receptionist had dropped.  I tried several on the door before hearing a satisfying click as the lock gave way to my touch.

After placing the ring out of sight, I opened the door ever so slightly as to not make it squeak.  The back room here was like a communal sex room and dungeon mixed with an office off to one side, with several women and a few girls huddling together chained on the other.  I could hear the conversation a lot better now and kept to the wall as I slipped into the room.  There were a few thugs, Delilah, and a guy in a fedora with a pheasant feather sticking out of the band.

“I trust you’ll be overseeing this move, Carlos?” Delilah said.  “You know how Innis gets when mistakes are made.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Carlos said with a dismissive gesture. “My boys’ll be over here to pick up the product we discussed tomorrow.”

“Good, we gotta move the fresh ones before they figure out where they are.”

“You’ve been doing well with recruitment, there’s even a few I’d like to enjoy myself before we put them up for work, eh fellas?”  The thugs all gave a chuckle.

“Then by all means do,” Delilah said “it shouldn’t be said that I don’t allow my fellow business partners to enjoy a good time once in a while.”

“Oh my god, please help me!” One of the women screamed with a British accent.  I turned to look and she’d pulled off a gag and was looking straight at me.  So were the thugs in the office space.

“Shit,” I said.

“Who the hell are you?!” Carlos said, rising from his chair.

“Wha–YOU!” Delilah and one of the thugs called out in quick succession.

“Don’t just stand there, get her!” Carlos said to the thugs that were a bit dumbfounded.  They started pulling out their pistols and a few were moving around the desk to intercept me.

I pulled the staff from its resting position behind my back. “Roar, Sekhmet-Mut!” I called and shook the sistrum head quickly, which produced an ear shattering sound and knocked out a couple of thugs that couldn’t put their hands up in time.  The rest started shooting at me, and while a few shots bounced off the invisible shield, I wasn’t about to become over-reliant on it.  I was doing gymnastics like a madwoman trying to dodge all the attention on me.

One of the guys tried to tackle me as one of his buddies emptied his clip at me, but got a body blow from my staff and a couple of bullets in his butt as I leapt out-of-the-way.  The buddy’s gun jammed, and I used that opportunity to brainpan him into dreamland.  I looked to see the thug that escaped trying to squirrel out the back door, but he got kicked into the door handle by Delilah, who seethed rage by this point.  Carlos had been shooting at me as well, and one of his bullets grazed my arm.  I screamed in pain before concentrating a sunburst at him and his gun, burning his arm in the process and dropping the gun.

At that, all the color drained from his face and he proceeded to flee out the now slightly open back door without his men or his gun.  That didn’t stop Delilah from tackling me to the ground.

“Who the fuck are you?!” She seethed.

“Call me Senet-Ra.”

“You’re the bitch who interrupted my intake a few weeks ago and made Innis scold me!”

“You should’ve thought of that before going into the sex slave trade!” I retorted.  “Don’t you feel shame as a woman that you’re selling other women and little girls to be used as fuck dolls to men?!” I finally got in a position to shove her off of me.

“Profit wore away that shame years ago,” she said as she tried to grapple me again, but failed.  “Now I make more money than the average bum in this town could ever dream of!”

“What a sorry soul, selling humanity for what you cannot keep,” I said and shook my head.  She got off a final lunge before I clotheslined her to the wall.  “Now, who the fuck is Innis and where can I find them?”

She saw that she was beat and started to sing.  “Fine, Innis is the woman who runs the city’s trade ring and knows every operator from here to Cabo.  As for how to find her, last time I met her it was at a high-rise in downtown at one of the corporations she runs.”

“Which one?” I squeezed the staff a little tighter.

“I don’t remember the name, but it had a good view of the wharf and the bridge, from as high up as we were.”

I put her in a sleeper hold after that.  Once she’d drifted off, I went and searched her body for the keys to the women’s cuffs, found a few hurt and the guy asleep on the bed near death.  Most of them didn’t speak English, but those who did were able to either translate for those who couldn’t or call the police once I unlocked them.

I stayed with them, gathering the clean sheets to act as coverings until I heard the cops’ sirens.  I knew then it was time to leave and bounded out the back door.  Once I got back to my grocery bags after making sure I wasn’t followed, I wasn’t in the shopping mood again, but thinking over what Delilah said.  I would have to find this building soon, and take this ring down.

But first, mundane life and a pint of mint chocolate chip.  Definitely mint chocolate chip.

Much has Happened…


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Well, the last time I worked on this blog was well over a year ago, and whomever does follow me deserves a status update.  I did make it to Tokyo for study abroad and it was a lot more intensive than I originally thought it would be.  I made some friends on FF14 and one of them became my boyfriend, then school hit again.  I was hit with a depressive episode about midterm and was so stressed with schoolwork that I barely passed.  Spring fared a little better after getting to see my boyfriend in January.  At the end of the semester, I landed a contract job for my local anime licensing firm helping to check the subtitles and other features of their DVDs, then boyfriend visited last month and the expansion for FF14 hit.

Going forward, I’m getting into a theater style LARP, as the Changeling: the Lost bug has bit me again.  I do want to write more on my stories here, but the updates will be irregular at best.  I have a mental outline for the next post of Senet-Ra’s story, I just need to type it out.  Hopefully I can get it done this week or next, but I do have to focus on making the costume for the Riddleseeker I’ll be playing.

I do hope that those of you that follow me continue to be patient for content.