- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- Multiple posts per week
- Online Availability
- It varies wildly.
- Writing Levels
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Nonbinary
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- I'm open to a wide range of genres. Obscenely wide. It's harder for me to list all I do like than all I don't like.
My favorite settings are fantasy combined with something else, multiverse, post-apoc, historical (mixed with something else), and futuristic. I'm not limited to those, but it's a good start.
My favorite genres include mystery, adventure, action, drama, tragedy (must be mixed with something else and kept balanced), romance (again must be mixed, and more.
I'm happy to include elements of slice-of-life and romance, but doing them on their own doesn't hold my interest indefinitely.
Clad in her winter gear, despite it being rather light, Faida hopped through the elliptical portal into the meeting place where she would meet the informant, talk over where to find the place in question, and discover what they had seen that so worried them. She hooked a finger through the side edge of the portal, hooked it, and pulled. The portal collapsed into a looped length of yarn with a beaded tail, and she looped it in half, then smaller and smaller until it was several inch-wide loops in a row before she slipped the yarn onto a carabiner, snapped it shut, and slipped it into a pocket.
When she turned, a man greeted her by name.
"Faida." His direct gaze offered no question.
"Mhm." She adjusted her hat. "I just need directions and to hear more about what you saw, Kevin." Her smile, warm and decorated in soft pink lipstick, offered cheer that seemed to do nothing for Kevin.
"Right, right." He waved a hand. "To get there, take a left out the alley, then a right about three blocks down. on the next block, take a left, and it'll be on the..." He paused eyes directed upward. "It will be on the left."
Quickly, Faida tapped the directions into her phone in shorthand, then lifted her gaze. "Thank you. Now, as for what you saw?"
"A customer walked out, just got his tattoo fresh, and rubbed at it. A few moments later, when he was about... halfway down the block, he burst into flames," Kevin shrugged.
"Did you see the design? What did the customer look like?"
"Couldn't see from the distance, but the customer was somewhere between large and tubby, very tall, and bald. Wore a wife-beater and jeans." The man's voice droned, disinterest apparent.
"Thank you!" Faida beamed. "I think that's enough to work with. Thank you again!" She offered a wave as she began to jog from the alley, but it didn't take long before she discovered the directions were bad. She returned to the alley and found it empty, then tried the directions again and again, trying variations and finding nothing. It began to snow...
Faida closed her eyes. She'd been in this god-forsaken part of town for three days with no sign of the tattoo parlor that the informant had given such 'helpful' directions to find. Either the place was unmarked, the directions were blatantly wrong, or this was some attempt to make her freeze to death on what should have been a simple mission, only marked two stars for the possibility of danger.
Heavy snowflakes from the ongoing blizzard landed among her hair and across her eyelashes and nose, like painful bites from minuscule fairies. Her extremities felt numb, but her feet continued, each step closer to a stomp to try and send blood into the heavy limbs.
She was hungry, her lips kept cracking open, her nose tingled with a bleed that wouldn't come, and she was pretty damn sure her pad had frozen onto her body. She took a step in the whiteness, and instead of simply snow, she felt her weight suddenly fling forward after a scrape came from below. She fell forward, unable to find her balance again, and landed face-first in someone's front yard. As though to mock her, the storm eased enough that a person could see up and down the block, and the woman in her dark brown coat stood out against the white snow, reddened fingers splayed as she remained where she fell.
This was it. This was the end. She couldn't breathe, she was hungry, and she could feel the snow begin to sap still more of her body's heat from her as it melted and soaked into her clothing and icy water melted by her breath dripped down her face and froze, sealing eyelashes and clinging to her frozen snot.
She was going to die, or at least be dead-like, and nobody would ever find her, and she'd never find out if Rare and Brock would stop dancing around and become an official couple, and she'd never find out if Kinny would stop chasing tail and see that he had a sweet girl called Yasmin who wanted him, and would Lady Jade ever find anyone? Would anyone come and find her? Would... would... would...
When she turned, a man greeted her by name.
"Faida." His direct gaze offered no question.
"Mhm." She adjusted her hat. "I just need directions and to hear more about what you saw, Kevin." Her smile, warm and decorated in soft pink lipstick, offered cheer that seemed to do nothing for Kevin.
"Right, right." He waved a hand. "To get there, take a left out the alley, then a right about three blocks down. on the next block, take a left, and it'll be on the..." He paused eyes directed upward. "It will be on the left."
Quickly, Faida tapped the directions into her phone in shorthand, then lifted her gaze. "Thank you. Now, as for what you saw?"
"A customer walked out, just got his tattoo fresh, and rubbed at it. A few moments later, when he was about... halfway down the block, he burst into flames," Kevin shrugged.
"Did you see the design? What did the customer look like?"
"Couldn't see from the distance, but the customer was somewhere between large and tubby, very tall, and bald. Wore a wife-beater and jeans." The man's voice droned, disinterest apparent.
"Thank you!" Faida beamed. "I think that's enough to work with. Thank you again!" She offered a wave as she began to jog from the alley, but it didn't take long before she discovered the directions were bad. She returned to the alley and found it empty, then tried the directions again and again, trying variations and finding nothing. It began to snow...
~*~
Faida closed her eyes. She'd been in this god-forsaken part of town for three days with no sign of the tattoo parlor that the informant had given such 'helpful' directions to find. Either the place was unmarked, the directions were blatantly wrong, or this was some attempt to make her freeze to death on what should have been a simple mission, only marked two stars for the possibility of danger.
Heavy snowflakes from the ongoing blizzard landed among her hair and across her eyelashes and nose, like painful bites from minuscule fairies. Her extremities felt numb, but her feet continued, each step closer to a stomp to try and send blood into the heavy limbs.
She was hungry, her lips kept cracking open, her nose tingled with a bleed that wouldn't come, and she was pretty damn sure her pad had frozen onto her body. She took a step in the whiteness, and instead of simply snow, she felt her weight suddenly fling forward after a scrape came from below. She fell forward, unable to find her balance again, and landed face-first in someone's front yard. As though to mock her, the storm eased enough that a person could see up and down the block, and the woman in her dark brown coat stood out against the white snow, reddened fingers splayed as she remained where she fell.
This was it. This was the end. She couldn't breathe, she was hungry, and she could feel the snow begin to sap still more of her body's heat from her as it melted and soaked into her clothing and icy water melted by her breath dripped down her face and froze, sealing eyelashes and clinging to her frozen snot.
She was going to die, or at least be dead-like, and nobody would ever find her, and she'd never find out if Rare and Brock would stop dancing around and become an official couple, and she'd never find out if Kinny would stop chasing tail and see that he had a sweet girl called Yasmin who wanted him, and would Lady Jade ever find anyone? Would anyone come and find her? Would... would... would...