Fedir threw the machine into a kick, impacting on the shoulders of the barghest and twisting the body in with an audible crack coming through his cockpit speakers. The death throes still let the hooves crash onto the ground, one last fire wave now screaming across sandy terrain. His face fell in horror as he saw the target. “No!” Abigail noticed the wave of fire in her peripherals, speeding towards the refinery. She finished off her target as fast as she could, switching to the projector. She fought through the tiredness in her body and reached into the universe as quickly as she could gather. “Glaciere!" It was too late. The ice beam missed, freezing the dirt behind the wave. The magic fire impacted on the first container, starship hydrogen igniting a spectacular chain reaction; a raging inferno soon enveloping the whole complex.

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Fedir and Abigail finish off combat too late to save their objective; they might've survived, but every battle isn't always a victory (that would be boring af).

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“This word’s mecha uses artificial muscles too?” She asked.
“Yep.” He replied. “The ones thaulms use are just better that what we can produce. Has been that way for four hundred years. Still millenia ahead of us.” The shock made her legs tremble.

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Abigail sighed. “Do you ever get the feeling you’re meant for more then what’s known to you?” Lios looked in understanding and a nod. “I did too. I want it back among... other things, to have the feeling of being able to light the way for others.”

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#30RogueLines—“Well of course,” Flapjack said, confused. “He couldn’t touch you until it’d been signed off on. A brick can’t just go around beating up other bricks’ crews and taking their things whenever he feels like it; that’d be total chaos.” “Signed off on by who?” Del asked, her body as tense as an iron rod. “Whoever your brick was on the mansion job. Crusher and her had a face-to-face, they came to an agreement. [bold] She got a couple good vials of felicity, and in return, she’d leave you out alone so Crusher could take his loot back. [/bold] I promise, it was all done rules-wise."

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Day 19:

“I’ve been here for at least fifteen years.” Robin explained. “The Federation wants to consolidate magic training into the military. Bigger academies can withstand their funding reallocated better, but everyone’s hit hard. Even so, I enjoy working here, in this smaller academy. It feels like I can pass my experience as a retired caller down to others in a way that feels right.” Abigail didn’t mention the audible somberness in her tone. “Here, take them both for free. I don’t mind helping someone who traveled all this way for nothing.”

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Abigail finds someone while searching for information on magic.

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Chart showing the different types of base magical bits. The Church of the Creator calls them Ephemeral/Spirit (gold), Flame (orange), Ice (white), Shadow (black), Sky (blue), Stone (brown), and Sea (green). The Pagans use the same stuff, but they tie it to emotions and call them, respectively, Love, Joy, Grief, Serenity, Envy, and Anger. There are four basic resonances that can only occur naturally and cannot be manipulated by humans: Death (gray), Life (pink), Destiny (silver), and Chance (scintillating).

The Church arranges the basic resonances in a seven-pointed star. Each point is opposed/suppressed by the two across from it (connecting lines). Sky is opposed by Stone and Shadow, Ephemeral/Spirit is opposed by Sea and Stone, Ice is opposed by Flame and Sea, Shadow is opposed by Sky and Flame, Stone is opposed by Sky and Ephemeral, Sea is opposed by Ice and Ephemeral, and Flame is opposed by Ice and Shadow. (Sea and Stone are seen as the two forces most responsible for shaping the physical world, so they oppose Ephemeral, which is spiritual and non-physical)

And here's how the Pagans arrange it. Same general deal, they just point the star up instead of down. The same basic energies are oppositional, the Pagans just call them different names, and the emotion type is assumed to be the purest possible expression of that emotion. Envy is opposed by Love and Serenity, Anger is opposed by Love and Grief/Sadness, Joy is opposed by Grief /Sadness and Fear, Serenity is opposed by Envy and Fear, Love is opposed by Envy and Anger, Grief/Sadness is opposed by Joy and Anger, and Fear is opposed by Joy and Serenity.

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I didn't actually write any narrative lines on my rare day off work. I spent all day tinkering with my magic system. Simplifying it, firming it up, and making charts and graphics that will only ever end up in an appendix. So I'm just submitting that.

Day 22! Let his face reflect that then. Let it not be his own any longer. He looked up at the masks that overlooked the dressing rooms. Comedy and tragedy. He could not weep anymore tears at his tragedy, so let him laugh instead.

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#30RogueLines—“The mules went nuts,” Del said, adding in a sniffle for effect. “They pitched him over the edge. We tried to help, he was going to make it, but then the bricks let loose. I’m so sorry, Lucie.” Lucie looked down at the ground for a moment, and when she looked back up, her expression was unchanged. “Well. I guess that’s it then,” she said, and Del could see she was struggling to keep her breathing even and level. “You’re all I have left here.” Before Del could respond, Lucie turned on her heel and quickly walked away, vanishing into the maze of pallets in the yard. [bold] For the first time, Del felt a sharp stab of remorse, painful enough to cause her heart to skip a beat. [/bold]

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Day 19:

Day 21! He wandered around backstage purposelessly, noting how eerie the place seemed there in the dark. But he had nothing to fear, not from this place and not from anyone else outside it. He was just now another shadow to fill up the night.

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Day 20! “Can’t leave me now,” Kendrick told him. “Who else are you going to waste your Sunday nights talking long-distance to?”

“I can think of a few people…”

“Phone sex operators don’t count.”

“Damn. Guess I’m stuck with you for a while longer.”

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Day 19! (True story: my mom actually did this once!)

How he’d been an absolutely terrible cook. He’d literally burned water once, putting so little of it into the pot that most of it evaporated and left the remnants sizzling until smoke appeared.

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Day 18!“Unfortunately, those are no longer options for me.” There was something heavy and final about the way he said all that, something which told Michelle there was a story behind those words but not one he was willing to share with her.

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Day 17! He staggered and turned to the side as blood spurted out around the injury, looking almost more surprised at the sudden betrayal from Anton than he was at being dealt a fatal blow. Anton reached and pulled the knife out.

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Day 16! "It’s happened before, you know, at least according to these texts. An angry soul that cannot rest gets brought back from the dead. They will not move on until all those who were responsible for their death are punished.”

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Got a few days behind on writing thanks to getting busy this week, so I'm attempting to catch up now!

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#30RogueLines—Del held the rope out for Donkeyface to see it. “This rope?” she asked, no longer sounding panicked. “Yes!” Donkeyface yelled, his voice barely louder than the raging river below him. “Tie it to something and throw it down to me!” Del slipped the rope through the spokes of the wedged wagon wheel and tied it into a bowline knot. [bold] She took the loose end and dangled it just out of Donkeyface’s reach. “This rope? This rope right here?” she said, her face expressionless. “You want this rope?” [/bold] “Fuck yes I want that rope!” “Then tell me why you set me up.”

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Day 18:

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Today we see the main footsoldiers of the empire; actual fantasy style orcs. While they were present at the Battle of Liyto in chapter 3, they were piloting mechanoids

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#30RogueLines—“Because I won’t be ‘processed out,’” Del answered, surprising herself with her forcefulness. “I won’t be ‘transferred to another facility’. And I’m not low-born.” “You… want to stay here? Cold, hungry, and in pain, just to keep doing…” Madame Bellflower waved her hand around vaguely. “…this?” “No, but I know what those words mean. And I won’t let it happen.” “I don’t think you do, and I’m not sure I understand why you think you have a choice,” Madame Bellflower said lightly. “Because it’s my will,” Del said, her voice darkening. [bold] “Your will?” The corner of Madame Bellflower’s lip quirked up. “This? This isyour will?” Del could tell Madame Bellflower was suppressing a laugh. [/bold]

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Day 17:

She gulped, nodding. “Abigail Eras, uh, Ready for laun-'' The chime played and before anything else registered in her mind, she was being thrown screaming forward, her hands white knuckling on her controls, grabbing for dear life as the g-forces crunched her unprepared body into her seat. The Capilupus passed through the energy barrier before the indents catapulted the machine into the violet sky.

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Day 17

Can you believe we've been writing our novel for a full year now?

Anyway, let's put the BattleTech inspired mecha onto the anime mecha catapult.

A little prosey, yeah, but that can be fixed.

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#30RogueLines—“I'm still confused. There’s still this feeling inside me that says revenge is bad.” “Yes, but it also says revenge is good,” Jervai pointed out. “Oh. …Yeah, I guess it does.” “The base of the matter is you’re asking the wrong question. You’re asking ‘what am I supposed to do’. The phrase ‘supposed to’ presupposes all sorts of thorny concepts, like external versus internal loci of authority, and while they are valid concepts, they are secondary to your true predicament. Remember, you have the Inner Fire. It is what makes you Not-Dead Del. [bold] The question the Fire impels its holder to ask is far simpler: ‘What do I have the [italics] will [/italics] to do?’” [/bold]

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Abigail stopped noticing the passage of time, conciseness sinking deeper into the meditative trance. “Feel the universe…” her mind repeatedly whispered. Shards of light pricked into the darkness, landing in her hands, fluttering off as fast as they came. “Light the way…” She gave chase, leaping into the air. Cradling them, she noted the tingle of her soul intertwining, resonating with the vibrant energy; yet they were drained. She released them. “I’m sorry.”

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Day 16: Abigail attempts to awaken magic, yet fails. Wonder what it all means.

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#30RogueLines—Del allowed herself to imagine the scenario several times, and it went a different but equally bloody and brutal way each time. She visualized her Theurgic claws covered with blood and dripping onto the stone, and tried to imagine how she'd feel, how she'd [italics] really [/italics] feel, about using her Inner Fire to snuff out someone's life, on purpose this time. She didn't feel shame, or guilt, or fear, but something entirely different: dissatisfaction. [bold] Just killing Donkeyface wasn't enough. He had to be afraid, like she was. He had to be in pain, like she was. He had to know why he was dying before she sent his spirit to the Chasm. [/bold] And then she had to actually get away with it.

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Day 15:

Day 15! All Kendrick was focused on at this point was survival. He blinked some of the blood out of his eyes as he saw something—no, someone appear from the shadows beyond the area lit up by the streetlamps.

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It was the end of the day when the trio met in Fera’s room. “Okay, let me start with basics,” she began, magic bark growing over arms. “Magic is a universal energy field that anyone can use.” “Anyone?” Abigail echoed. “You've already shaped it!” Lios answered. “The projector uses your will to shape the bolts.” “Oh. It's more than a laser…” “You need to have an awakening to channel it yourself,” Fera continued. “That’s also how you find what paths call to you.” Abigail went to speak, but yelped when the half-doe lit a fireball in the off hand. “The majority of mages aren't limited to using one kind of magic, just those who've awakened under the worst of circumstances.” Lios nodded. “Yep, a tragic awakening can totally limit what magic you can use. I would know.”

Today on #30roguelines and #30Days30Lines, I want to ask you a question!

What magic do you think Abigail will use?

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Day 14! Suddenly, this didn’t seem like just magic woo-woo mumbo jumbo he was spouting off. When he looked down, he saw a strange pictograph tattoo on Anton’s arm just below his wrist. It was some sharp-beaked bird done all in black ink.

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Day 13! Suddenly, Anton whirled on him, grabbing him by the arm and holding him there tight. “Do not laugh in the face of what’s coming for you. Your death waits in the wings and she hears you. You’ll die by the element of air.”

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#30RogueLines—The ghost shook his head. "We are above them. Chosen... no, marked, noticed, as having been born with a predisposition towards greatness. The Creator herself has seen it in us. That is why she gave us the Inner Fire. It is a shaving, a half-scale, of her divinity, which is meant to aid us in enacting our will upon the world." "So it's ok that I don't feel guilty over... killing someone?" Del asked. "Exactly! Exactly. [bold] The science of emotion leads to only a single conclusion, on resolution: "nothing" is the [italics] truly [/italics] natural thing to feel over the death of a fireless."

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Day 14:
(Madame Bellflower *did* warn us that Jerevai was a bad influence...)

The morning after the invasion of Liyto was permeated with tension, the powers in this world had chosen open conflict once again. While most onboard the Comet were still sleeping, excitement of terror and duty prevailed in the aft bay. The crew was busy unloading Ammo, food, and other miscellaneous items from their pallets carting the smaller boxes off to their destinations. “One thousand years of war…” Abigail breathed, wishing she didn’t look at the bow catapult. Even with their weapons stowed, the 13 meter armored wolf and 9 meter tall sniper eagle; these magical machines taking up mecha bays one and two of the ancient carrier’s through-deck hangar were key in reminding of her displacement

Heading out today, so here's #30Roguelines #30days30lines for day number 14.

Now we're in chapter 4 for draft 1.5! Hoping to keep the pace of 1 chapter/week up!

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I ended up getting caught up in doing homework for one of my college courses today, so I didn't have enough time to write anything out. I'll make up for it with two posts tomorrow!

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#30RogueLines—“Isn’t an autopsy the coroner’s job?” Dr. J’s tone was both firm and suspicious. “It would be, if the sodden lout cared a whit about his job, but he doesn’t, and this is too important to wait for him to sober up and pretend to.” “Madame Bellflower, with all due respect to your position as Medical Overseer of Widowsbridge, this is highly irregular.” [bold] “Oh, don’t be dramatic darling. It’s not highly irregular, only mildly clandestine." [/bold]

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Day 13: