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Title: Trust – Part 8
Part 7 – Conferring - http://charisstoma.dreamwidth.org/1310597.html
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 758

“So after due consideration, we recommend you take Demonology 601. Ezz has indicated that he will cover the tuition for you.”

The Liaison, the demon liaison, sat in the chair with his mate, the human Liaison whose name turned out to be Lovell, standing behind him. Xand was discretely seated behind the desk, she noticed and Lovell seemed to be hiding behind him. She could imagine what both of them were hiding, the room had a heated sexual scent to it.

“I’m not here to take classes, I’ve special status to do research,” she argued. “I’m a writer.”

“We’re aware of this. Also of the genre of the books you write and the research you are doing. Consider this, your taking this class will possibly mesh well with your writing, if not the book you are currently working on then the next. It will help you understand the relationship between demons and their mates.”

She barely restrained herself from snorting. “Demonology 601 is listed as Demonology Relationships. I looked up the class and read the class description but can’t find its location. I think Ezzy is trying to derail my current writing project’s theme.”

Xand seemed to grin, but all he did was nod his head, “that is of course possible. It is not un-understandable that he would like you focused on him as his mate and your future together. This is just a suggestion, a strong suggestion, that you talk with him about your concerns.”

She sighed and glanced at her new watch, Ezz had called it a chronometer, that was a gift from him. The dial color was turning pink.

“Ah, I see that you have an engagement,” there was a definite grin this time. Love and I are available to answer any of your questions if there’s any need. The Liaison’s Office’s website, and email address is listed on the card you were given. Even if Love and I are on the Demon Plane those contacts will reach us.”

“Wait. You’re telling me that the internet connects to the Demon Plane also?” She was astonished and an idea occurred to her.

“Yes?” Love was the one to answer her.

An evil grin spread across her lips. Oh the possibilities. “Okay. The Demonology class is on the Demon Plane, isn’t it.”

Xand nodded.

“Great,” she rose. Her, “Thank You,” was uttered as she hurriedly left.

“Think we did a good thing telling her that?”

Xand grinned up at him and pulled him down and there was the sound of cloth tearing, settling him and himself right where he wanted them. His Love would complain later and he’d explain once again that he’d heard how the Inuit had a useful idea in pants which allowed them to squat to defecate without removing their pants.
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“So,” she entered the courtyard to find Ezz seated waiting for her and reading something on his computer tablet. “I learned something just now. The Demon Plane has internet access.”

Ezz smiled and turned his tablet so she could see the screen. Whatever it was, looked official.

“Work?”

“Yes. What evil thought have you had that has you grinning at me?”

“Well, they suggested a class that they said you’d be willing to pay for me to take. Surprisingly I couldn’t locate where that class is supposed to be held. There’s no building like that on this campus. My what an innocent face you have right now.”

“It’s only held on Wednesdays and Fridays,” Ezz shrugged. “You could stay over with me on those days and maybe if you just happened to be interested, the weekends too. I could bring you back on Mondays before I go to work and pick you up late Tuesday afternoons. We could go out to eat and then to my place.”

“Ah, but I read the class description and there’s a section that’s available online. I might have to take the exams on campus but otherwise I could stay right here on this plane and take the class.”

A low growl of annoyance caused her to smile. “I want to try that kissing thing again. It was quite enjoyable,” and laughed when he moved her so swiftly onto his lap with her legs straddling his lap.

Sometime later, “Tease. You’re not wearing panties under your dress.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry. Should we stop?”

“You a virgin?”

“Of course.”

She grinned and smothered his pained growl with her lips knowing that he’d not try to enter ‘that’ portal and cause their first time together to be painful.
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Title: Chapter 7 - Conferring
Part 6 – Liaison - http://charisstoma.dreamwidth.org/1310597.html
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 952


“Drat!” She followed up with a hand cradling her forehead, “He called me his mate while he was poked up out of the summoning circle trap.”

The Liaison twisted his chair around with a smile. “Oh that does make things easier. If Ezz is willing to claim you as his mate then that’s one problem we don’t have to deal with. It won’t be a case of just seduce and release,” he coughed into his fist. “Sorry. That one was too good to not share,” he grinned. “Release. Get it. Don’t worry you will and love it, speaking from experience.”

Carefully she set the bottle of Starbucks Coffee Mocha down so as not to spill it on the book she was reading. The Liaison had warned her about taking extreme care with any of his books she decided to peruse while she waited for him to research her case. She didn’t want to think about what Associating with Demons and their Magic hyped up on coffee and chocolate might be capable of doing. Placing the book even more carefully on the chair she had just left, she set her hands more carefully still on the Liaison’s desk that didn’t have any computer equipment on it.

“Now look,” she calmly spoke through clenched teeth. “Regardless of his intentions, they aren’t my intentions. I don’t know him, anything about who he is other than his being a demon. Is he a good person that in 5 years, 20 years, 50 years, 150 years, I will still be able to say ‘this is my mate, it was the best day of my life when he claimed me’? Or, in 2 days will I be looking for sharp pointed objects to kill him with?”

The Liaison’s eyes had rounded slightly at the last part. “Maybe I should be more concerned for the welfare of the demon.” He made a hunt through one of the desk drawers and pulled out what looked like a dull black stone plaque. “Here, put your hand on this and hold it there ‘til it changes color.”

“What if it doesn’t change color and why am I doing this?”

“It will change color and you’ll just have to keep your hand on it until it does,” his smile had teeth in it. “It won’t release your hand until it does,” he shrugged Read more... )

Part 8 – Trust - http://charisstoma.dreamwidth.org/1311441.html
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Oxford - checka


Title: Liaison – Part 6
Part 5 - Perilous Path – http://charisstoma.dreamwidth.org/1306027.html
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1048


‘Oo-kay,’ she mentally drew out the word, they’d told them in her intro to Demonology class that the Demon Liaison Office was located in an open double entranced hall. She dithered outside the ornately decorated stone archway to that passage. The Demon Liaison Office door was so close she could practically touch the door. It was right there on the left, maybe 5 steps past the archway. There was a chip out of the stone entrance, about knee level and she wondered, guessed what could have made it. Something substantial to make that big of a chip, she didn’t want to know considering its proximity to the Liaison Office. All the wizard scenes from Harry Potter, were not real … were they?, flashed before her eyes and she did a quick compare and contrast. Nah, couldn’t be. The movie wasn’t real life… but then again most people didn’t think demons and other magical beings were either.

Taking out a handful of pebbles she tossed them one after another into the corridor tracing out her path. Before she got there the door opened and an annoyed man stuck his head out to frown at her.

“I do wish you would stop doing that. I understand why but the Liaison’s Office is protected so gather up your,” he regarded the small rocks, “protective pebbles and come in.” He glanced out the door behind her and his frown grew.

His growled, “You too,” to that someone had her practically jump up from her gathering to stand and turn toward the doorway. There was nothing there and she quickly turned to look at the man who had an amused grin on his face.

“Gotcha. Come on in and tell me about it.”

She barely kept her own growl sub-audible, well maybe not sub-audible because the man’s grin grew. Demons and their liaison, made of the same cloth.

“I heard that.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You thought it really loud then. Come on.Read more... )
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Title: Perilous Path - Part 5
Part 4 – Research - http://charisstoma.dreamwidth.org/1305043.html
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 304

‘Step into the water,’ the cheerful splashing fountains said or so it seemed as she walked by them.
‘Nope. Nope. Nope. Not going to,’ she sped up as she walked by the long line of vertically dancing water.

Slightly ahead of her, like 3 steps and she had already angled her path to go around the person, a student bent down to rescue some bug or penny or ‘something’. With a cry the student fell sideways into the grey, blue, and white roiling length of water to seemingly disappear. Just as quickly they reappeared gasping, bobbing to the surface and levered themselves out and a couple steps from the water feature’s edge.

“You okay?” she asked him,

“Wha..? Um yeah, I think so. I could swear the water just molested me. It um felt me up back and front.”

“Oh...” she paused, how to explain, “you should sit-in at one of the Demonology lectures.”

Wide eyed, “Wha…? No Way. I’m not into that fantasy stuff. Engineering student,” he said as if that explained everything.

She smiled, “that probably explains why the fountain burped you out then,” and she quickly continued on staying on the furthest portion of the walkway away from the water.

‘So water too is dangerous.’she thought and connecting some dots groaned. ‘No bathes? Showers?’ “Argh! What next, a gust of wind,” she paused mid step, the wind had picked up sending swirling eddies of leaves. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out one of the landscaping pebbles and tossed it at the largest mini-dust devil…leaf devil? The stone disappeared but from the midst of the leaves she heard a distinct, “OW,” and the wind dropped scattering leaves upon the ground.

With more speed she power walked towards the Campus Demon Liaison Office, totally avoiding the larger water feature along the way.


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Title: Research - Part 4
Part 3 - The Meeting - http://charisstoma.dreamwidth.org/1302562.html
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 438

After the incident in the foyer and then the wide glass door, she was feeling hunted. She’d made it outside safely thanks to the greater foot traffic on the lower level stairwell. If this continued it was going to seriously impact her ability to do the things she needed to do, like earn a living. As far as her creative writing class, she rolled her eyes.

Picking up a taco and a soda at a street vendor, she sat on a bench in the dappled shade of a tree to consider. She needed information, so:

1. research at the Library on protective measures against demon possession
2. visit the demon liaison office which had a daunting location with its dual portal.
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The Library wasn’t difficult. Lots of students entering or leaving at the same time that she was. The references were more difficult, she smiled, something to do with students doing research.
Finally she got a reference that was high on the list of books suggested for the upper level Demonology Classes, a student told her a title on that list and went with her to find it on the shelves. Together they found the pages pertinent to her needs, used the copier, something the sympathetic and helpful student suggested though she kind of figured out that the student wanted the book themselves. She was lucky that the book was a ‘Reference’ and therefore for in-Library use only.

Trying to exit out of the Library through the double sliding doors should have been easy; once more in a tandem with students some of whom met the criteria of demon-munchies, evidently her predicament was becoming known. In fact one of them had rudely shoved her back to step through and had promptly disappeared. To reappear almost as quickly. The student was practically coughed back out into the Library and a low growl had more than her rubbing the hair on their arms to settle goosebumps. Tit for tat, she grabbed the angry rejected student and firmly walked out with her arm in arm, a smile broad upon her face in contrast with the grumpy face of the student.

Undoubtedly there was some rule she was breaking, as she stooped to gather and pocket a handful of pebbles from the landscaping. But they were one of the most easily accessible protective items. Throw a few through a doorway/possible summoning circle and when the first hits the ground step threw whatever entrance you needed to get through safely and still be on this plane.

Now just make it across campus and into the Liaison Office. Should be easy as pie, right.
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Part 1 - Attention Deficit Distraction

Part 2 – It’s Magic

Part 3 - The Meeting

Part 4 - Research

Part 5 - Perilous Path 

Part 6 – Liaison

Part 7 – Conferring









Persons -
Ezz - demon
Hank - human transported thru a summoning circle
Sally - texts in Capslock but not that text
Georgie - Sally's assistant
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door wide glass

Title: The Meeting
Part 2 – It’s Magic - http://charisstoma.dreamwidth.org/1301932.html
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 453


The door was way too large. This was her first clue. Second was that it was not child or klutz friendly, anyone if they weren’t being aware could catch their hand or whatever in the shorter part of the door frame when it pivoted on its hinge. Why would any sane person want a door like that? No one human.

Ah.

To get to the room where her appointment was, she’d need to pass through this door.

Standing in front of the ‘open’ door, she murmured, “Not going to happen,” and did what a door does, especially what this one did, pivot around and walked away.

“Oh, come on,” followed her and a smile spread across her face. ‘Darn, foiled again,’ she said soto voci.

“I heard that.”

Pressing the button to call the elevator back to the floor she was on, she pulled out her phone. Scrolling through her messages, she tapped the text concerning her meeting. ‘Yep, that’s the room.’ Just to be sure she sent off a separate text to the individual who had sent it to here.

The phone pinged shortly, ‘SORRY. I HAVE NO MEMORY OF ARRANGING A MEETING WITH YOU TODAY.’

Dear Sally. He never could figure out how to get his phone texts out of caps-lock. Then again, she was no help because her texts were all lower case; she snorted. And THAT should have been a clue; though Sally might have had his assistant send the meeting message, Georgie did know how to text in both upper and lower case.
hat brought up an even more worrying idea. Ezz might have figured out how to hack into her phone’s text messaging.

Turning she called out, “Ezz, if you’re hacking my phone, Cut. It. Out.”

Only the hum of the elevator could be heard and its loud ping of arrival. As she was just about to step through the opening doors, another ping sounded, this time from her phone.

The text read as, “Who me?”

She decided to take the stairs right next to the elevator bank doors. There were more floor exits and entrances with opportunities for others, especially on the lower levels, to be using the staircase to leave the building. According to common knowledge, two humans could not be transported through a summoning circle if they didn’t know and voluntarily want to enter them with the full knowledge that it was a summoning circle.

The elevator behind her positively growled as she walked through the doorway into the stairwell. Only 12 floors. She was going to get her cardio in after all.

Sending a reply text to Ezz, ‘door size, overeager much?’

The ping came only a moment later, “Very eager.’

“Drat it!”
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summoning circle

Title: It's Magic
Part 1 - http://charisstoma.dreamwidth.org/1300329.html
Author:charisstoma
Word count: 659


She paused as she entered the office building; in front of the elevator bank someone had defined the circle of the campus name with a neat arrangement of yellow wet floor signs.

“Oh Lord he must be desperate.”

“Someone’s trying to summon a janitor,” was laughed by one of the group of students entering the foyer behind her.

With a roll of her eyes she turned, “How many of you have taken Demonology 101? Raise your hands.” She’d found if you acted with authority generally the students listened.

“Oh Pulleese.” The student stepped around one of the signs to enter the circle.

There was a hush as they all waited to see if there’d be any repercussions, the student inside the circle smirked. Just as it seemed as if nothing was going to happen the floor seemed to go translucent and the student gave a shout as he disappeared through the floor.

A disgruntled voice could be heard, “Drat it. Wrong sex and person.” Then more querulously, “Didn’t anyone teach you about summoning circles. Back you go.”

“Hank,” one of the girls cried as ‘Hank’s head and shoulders started to reappear through the floor.Read more... )

Part 3 - The Meeting - http://charisstoma.dreamwidth.org/1302562.html
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Rampike - a dead tree, especially the bleached skeleton or splintered trunk of a tree killed by fire, lightning, or wind.

dead tree
A Tree Against a Big Lincolnshire Sky
http://www.rodcollins.com/wordpress/walking-in-the-lincolnshire-wolds


Title: The rampike
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100



The tree stood tall, stark and dead against the sky. Branches easily crack off some of the branches.

“That is what we are looking for, a rampike,” Old Emrys’ voice was firm. “A tree that’s life was ended violently.”

“That’s what’s needed, a tree’s corpse?” Derwyn was skeptical.

“It and your own blood to revive it.”

“And that will make a powerful wand?”

“Yes.”

Emrys’ fingers bit into Derwyn’s arm. There wasn’t time to scream, only a gurgle of red life bubbling between lips.

“Blood to feed. bringing life. Power to wand from branch’s knife.”

Alive the wood glowed ominously.
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Mind over matter is what they're pushing, very fantasy of them, but we know what it really is, magic.

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Title: Magic
prior Andy & Simon drabbles
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 509

It wasn’t as if you couldn’t expect to see unusual things on the academy’s campus and after a while you grow used to it, but, this wasn’t happening on campus. Magic like this couldn’t be faked even if the audience stopped in the park couldn’t believe this wasn’t some ingenious new ‘magic trick’ with a perfectly good rational explanation they just weren’t privy to.

“Daddy,” Newt whispered, “he’s naughty. Not do ‘sept at school.”

“I know Newt,” Andy’s words were too low to be overheard, “watch but don’t mention that. It’s,” he struggled for an explanation, “supposed to be secret.” Just in case he pulled out his cell phone and recorded the ‘trick’ sending it to Simon who was wandering someplace around amongst the market stalls.

Simon arrived at Andy’s elbow barely minutes later and from the scowl on his face not pleased.

“Get a picture of his face and the cat,” he growled quietly.

Andy nodded. “Done.”

“Let me have your phone and I’ll send it to the people who need to look into this and maybe do damage control.”

It wasn’t long before some notable strangers seemed to be in the crowd.

“Didn’t take them long?”, Andy hazarded, “that is the calvary, isn’t it?”

“Yep.”

“Was happen?” Newt asked.

‘How to explain’, Andy pondered; ‘to explain to an under 3 year old what was happening.’

Simon beat him to it. “It’s like Murder She Wrote Newt. They’re going to investigate.”

“Since when has Newt been watching Murder She Wrote, Simon? And for how long.”

“Like Daddy. Fun.”

“Uh huh, Newt.” Andy was glaring at Simon.

“It teaches logic. And that not all people should be trusted but sometimes who you think shouldn’t be can be.”

“Like book and cover,” Newt added his efforts to the discussion.

“And that you can trust but do so carefully.”

“Carefee.”

“Oh Simon.” In his own way Simon was trying to prepare their son to be safe in a world where magic, real magic, exposed would not be well received by either the normal people or the magically able people. So he opined a different observation. “From the look of how the cat reacted, I don’t think it’s guilty.”

“Agreed.”

Newt’s, “Ageed.” made Andy smile.

“He did look like what in the fuck are you doing, didn’t he?” Simon said.

“Fuck.” Newt repeated.

With a glare, Andy let Simon know that it was for a totally different reason that Andy was going to talk to him when they got home. In the mean time….

“Newt. That’s a naughty word,” Simon and Andy said in tandem.

Newt nodded his head, “Fuck naughty. Not use neee-ar ‘dults. Tell frends.”

“Shit.”

Delighted laughter came from Newt. “Naughty Daddy. Bad word.”

So maybe he would have that talk with Simon after all, Andy thought, at least not the way he’d planned to. “Did we get everything we planned on shopping for?,” he asked instead.

“That and more,” Simon answered ruefully. “So home then?” “And Newt, don’t use those words.”

“I think so.”

“Home,” Newt agreed.

Meep wrote a sequel Never Annoy a Cat
& Debriefing
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PRAGUE, CZECH REPUBLIC

The Museum of Alchemists and Magicians of Old Prague
The history of occult science is turned into a creepshow at this sensational Prague attraction

http://www.atlasobscura.com/places/the-museum-of-alchemists-and-magicians-of-old-prague

Prague is a city steeped in history both known and otherwise, and the darker side of the Czech capital's past is brought to light in evocative displays at The Museum of Alchemists and Magicians of Old Prague, which looks at some of the famous dabblers in the dark arts that have called the city home.






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Needless to say I will not be sharing this with my daughter, the mother of my grandson who is doing this type of learning his numbers with a die.



Title: Prodigy
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 333


A rattling sound preceded, “Eight.” Again there was the rattle of the die across the floor followed by the high young voice of her son, “Three.” Once more the die dropped and rolled on the tiles, “Nine.”

Abby smiled, not yet 2 years old and his teachers were saying that Joshua was much advanced for a child of his age. He hadn’t gotten to identifying and though he had gotten to calling out the names of the higher numbers of the twelve sided die, yet.

There was one very big problem with his obsession with the educational toy, the red die. His bedtimes were becoming nerve shredding. For an hour after he was put to bed the repeated whimpered word “Die,” could be heard from his bedroom calling for it. He was addicted. It was too small for him to have unsupervised in bed, a choking hazard. But the continued crying in the middle of the night was heart rending; sometimes while he’d be dreaming, sometimes when he woke himself; calling out plaintively for his “Die.”

She hoped that this was only a temporary fixation. Something to be outgrown as he developed more control in his environment. That’s what the baby book said. So Abby waited, offering other options to the hard rounded smooth sided die being in the bed with him. The pillow in the shape of a die worked for a short ten minutes. There’d been a trip to the dice store to choose a larger version of the red die. Joshua had chosen a yellow die from those available, but it was still his “red die” that he called for at bedtime.

Two weeks later she noticed; Joshua called out the number, “Five,” and then there was the sound of the drop and rolling of the die. “Two,” again the die rolled. “Three!”

Abby looked down at her son as he let the die fall and watched in bemused horror as the thing rolled, stopping to reveal the number 3.
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Hey, even a fountain pen, one of those ink pens you can fill with the ink of your choice (old school), would be better and if it's so you can learn how to use a quill to write in blood (they don't make that kind of pen yet... that I know of, probably have to go to hell and back to buy one. Just load your fountain pen with blood and it's all the same.
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