Plans

Nov. 21st, 2017 03:10 pm
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Title: Plans
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Follows : Team Building
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 349


"Okay, I've met him now. He's a brat." Silas said, “and so’s his Grandfather.”

Nick sighed and applied himself to what or rather who he was doing; obviously he wasn’t working hard enough.

“You’d think his grandfather would be concerned about the effects of his grandson on the other plane.”

“I think that Assembly Chancellor Shelbiel is blind to any deficiencies in his grandson,” Nick paused in his applying and got a growl for his non-applying, “probably on purpose.”

“Hmmmm,” Silas rotated his ass trying to get Nick’s cock in an advantageous position so he could do it himself. “Maybe we need to take another angle on this.”

Nick moved just enough to brush the spot where Silas wanted him and stopped. “Such as?” Read more... )
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Title: Team Building
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Follows Demons with Issues
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1317

“Do we know who the demon brat is whose magic is being let loose to cause havoc on the human plane?”

“Think you presented that question with enough qualifiers in it? Does the Agency know which young demon is responsible? In this case, yes. And I’m glad that you are accepting the concept of ‘us’, so well.” Nick grinned at Silas and that grin broadened as Silas’ glower became darker.

“That was the ‘we’ as is represented by a combination of forces and knowledge, Asshole. We’re a team. This being demon society how do you, the demon in this pairing, suggest we confront him or her?”

“Young male demon, named Jazak. Read more... )

Follows with Part 14 - Plans
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demons with issues

Title: Demons with Issues
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Part 9 - Enter Silas, Part 10 - Pumpernickel, Part 11 - Of course one meets at a club (Silas & Nick)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 785

“So the latest round of storms coming out of the Atlantic were demon caused?” Silas asked. “Not what I’d have expected from the demons I’ve associated with. Must be a lower class of demons.”

Nick had winced. “The opposite in this case at least.” Silas’s brows had risen in disbelief. “’Some’ families produce children who have an … um inflated sense of entitlement.”

“So … brats,” Silas grinned at the sigh that resulted from Nick then frowned. “Why do you need my help since its demon magic?”

“Just because they’re young, doesn’t mean they’re untalented or their magical abilities not powerful. The families want things cleaned up discretely and for that it’ll take magic from this plane and mine.”

Silas glanced at Nick and then examined his nails. “Must be some powerful families if you’re willing to pay my fee for magical intervention.”

“My Agency is paying, not me, and I’m thinking that we’re in this as a team.”

“Team? When did I sign onto that?”

It was Nick’s grin that answered.

“What did you do?” Silas thought about tearing off his clothes to search on his body for any claiming marks but it could be a ploy on Nick’s part to get him naked again to put the claim on if it wasn’t there already. It had been a long time that they’d been naked with each other and he’d only just showered and got his clothes back on after a long actively pleasurable night. There were aches in places that were new to him.

“You mean you don’t remember?” was sighed. “I’ll have to do it all over again. Oh the things I do for the Agency,” Nick then snickered.

“Asshole.”

“One of my favorite places.”Read more... )

Continues with Team Building
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Arath/Poof, Malakishel/ Kish, Elert/ Kormier (Squeeky), Familiar Studies 101

Title: The Herb Shop (Part 5)
All in the Familiar Animal Shelter series - "On the Streets"
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 599

“I’ve had a call from a someone named Kish, who said he’s Arath’s Dad. He asked if everything was alright, that Arath is worried, not having seen you in class.”

Poof groomed a stray bit of fur better into place before answering Elert, the wizard half of his familiar-wizard family. “The ‘From Demon Concealment’ tonic you helped me with has been working. He never knew I was even in the area.” More smuggly, “Not that he didn’t look around.”

Elert nodded, “So it’s effective administered in a spray. Good to know.” He smiled, “Will let it be known on a need to know level. It’s handy to be undetectable to demon in some situations.”

“What’d you tell him?”

“The truth, of course.” As Poof’s eyes rounded, “Squeeky’s been fractious lately and you were staying home more with your Papa in case it might be infectious. Always best to mix the truth in with an evasion and that doesn’t work against parents,” was added severely, “just in case you thought to try it with us.”

“Me?” Poof innocently said.

“I was once young too, you know,” was grinned back. “Showing teeth in a wide yawn is only impressive if the individual it’s being done in front of to impress isn’t onto that person’s tricks.”

“Hmmm,” Poof hummed and was rewarded by Elert’s laugh.

Kormier wandered in with Squeeky dangling from his mouth, mumbling around kitten, “Wha yu tethin tha kittan?”

“Lying effectively without lying,” brought Kormier to a pause to look at his mate before his leaping up onto Poof’s bed and arranging himself and Squeeky.

“It’s not good lying to a demon. Gives them too much leverage if they catch you in it,” he reminded Elert and Poof. “So be careful and when in doubt, don’t. You will need to face him again though, soon. No sense pushing your young demon-wizard into doing something rash you’ll both regret.”

Poof sighed and nodded. “I don’t know how.”

Shrugging Kormier said, “Bump into him before class on your terms. Since you’ve been wearing the tonic, I suggest you don’t spray it on in the morning. No sense alerting him that you’ve been hiding in plain sight from him. Be clear with him about what you expect from him but let him try to explain himself first.”

Elert had winced during Kormier’s advice but he’d nodded, “Listen to your Dad. It works real well.”

Kormier laughed, “You didn’t require all that much training. Difficult to improve upon perfection.”

“You’re going to leave Squeeky here for me to mind while you two have couple’s time.” Poof observed; he knew the signs.
“He’s played and been fed and washed. He should be about ready to fall asleep soon. You could read your text book to him.”

“It’s the part about comparing courtship between the various cultures and how it affects cross-cultural interactions,” Poof informed his Dad askance.

“Well,” Kormier paused and took a breath, “that will be good practice and information for a certain difficult conversation tomorrow.”

“Ooooo-kay,” was responded doubtfully and earned a laugh from both his parents.

It did help though, Poof found. He could comment to Squeeky, an obviously impartial listener, on each point he thought was important and would be useful. Almost he was sorry when Squeeky fell asleep and he had to give up his monologue for fear of waking him. So he went back to the beginning and took notes on what he’d read and continued through the rest of the material. He could use them as an ice breaker when he talked to Arath tomorrow before class.
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Pumpernickel & Silas McKenny - cousin of Fern


The Club


Title: Of course one meets at a club
Follows from: Part 9 - Enter Silas & Part 10 - Pumpernickel
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1378

He had no idea why he found himself in a bar. Perhaps like a bug, he’d been drawn to the golden lights, a thin smile curved his lips at his whimsy. ‘Hopefully there’s no bug zapper, though,’ he paused to consider, ‘ then again that might be interesting. Exciting anyway.’ A familiar tingling traveled up and down his spine, something he hadn’t felt in a while. Someone compatible, at least for now, available and interesting had set off his awareness-dar.

Casually Silas glanced around, scanning the others who’d also been attracted to the music, lights and potential hook ups. A hand smoothed over his ass, fingers tracing down the seam of his pants until they cupped up between his legs the center ones separating and supporting his ass and longer finger in the middle pressing up behind his balls. That definitely got his attention which hardened in interest. So demon… probably. Only a demon would be so capitably forward, and that middle finger was stroking back and forth where it was situated. There was no one physically there but … there was.
“Fucking ass demon.” Read more... )

Part 12 - Demons with Issues
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Interesting skull

http://www.harunyahya.com/image/Atlas_of_creation_v3/38_39_antelope_Skull.jpg

Now if anyone wanted to say that this was a demon's skull... not one of ours of course but still..... It has an oddly humanoid look for an antelope.
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Title: Pumpernickel
Part 9 – Enter Silas - https://charisstoma.dreamwidth.org/1329126.html
Author: charisstoma
Rating: R
Word count: 508

“Pumpernickel. In German, “pumpern” is “intestinal wind,” while “nickel” is a demon or sprite.” Fern looked up from the screen of her laptop where she was supposedly researching a recipe for a story.

Ezz sighed at the grin on Fern’s face and put down his computer tablet to slowly say, “yes?”

“Know anyone named Pumpernickel?”

“Be good.”

“Not the answer to my question.”

Another sigh. “Yes and he’s well aware of what his name means. He prefers to be called Nick.”Read more... )
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And Meep said: Makes me wonder what happens when a demon is after someone whose not interested, because the power and support are all with the demons here.

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The Blue Door

Title: Enter Silas
Part 8 – Trust - http://charisstoma.dreamwidth.org/1311441.html
Author: charisstoma
Word Count: 1928

His cousin had been silent for too long.

Born on the same day, they’d grown up together, shared the same great- great grandmother whose grandchildren, twin girls, had married twin brothers. Needless to say the family was close.

He and Fern touched base with each other several days a week and she’d been unreachable for too long. Last time she’d contacted him, she’d mentioned needing to do another banishment of a demon. He shook his head. He might have to do an extraction from the Demon Plane if what he thought had happened had happened. With luck she wasn’t mated yet. An uneasy dread crept up his spine when he considered if he was too late. If she didn’t like how things turned out, the repercussions could rattle the discrete diplomatic arrangements the Demon Plane had in place.

He turned off the car and sat staring at the place Fern had rented. The lights were on. That might be a good sign or she was taken during the night and never got a chance to turn them off.

“Okay. Staying in the car isn’t going to get any answers,” Silas told himself. Read more... )

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Oxford - checka 3

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.

Part 9 – Enter Silas - https://charisstoma.dreamwidth.org/1329126.html
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frosted door

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... )

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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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sliding glass doors for Libraries
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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

Part 8 – Trust

Part 9 - Enter Silas

Part 10 - Pumpernickel

Part 11 - Of course one meets at a club (Silas & Nick)

Part 12 - Demons with Issues

Part 13 - Teambuilding

Part 14 - Plans




Persons -
Fern McKenny - main character
Ezz - demon
Silas McKenny - cousin of Fern
Pumpernickel -friend of 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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Title: Attention Deficit Distraction
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 243

Drat it. Carefully she lifted the mirror from the altar like vanity as if it were an offering, supporting the silvery polished surface from below and not touching its reflective portion. Too much work went into keeping the mirror clear, bright and perfect. Turning the mirror towards the demon, she said, “See yourself and go, return from where you came and never leave that place.”

The demon laughed, his eyes glowing. “You think you can banish me from this plane before I plant myself in you?”

Her smile answered and made him pause. Sweeping out his hand as if to strike the impediment to his desire, he made the mistake of looking.

His denial slowly vanished as the mirror rapidly sucked him in and through. Some day she resolved, replacing the mirror in its spot as carefully as she’d picked it up.; she would scry where the various ones went when so banished. One could only live so long before curiosity became too strong.

Turning back to the monitor, set onto the back of the vanity, her fingers found the keyboard and she let the internet suck her in. There was scrying and there was informational scrying. Her smile broadened, research, scrying through a monitor was called research. The fiction she was working on was sorely in need of researching. Now where was that photo of the door that seemed to have an eye in the center of its organic exterior. She shuddered.

Part 2 -
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Title: Dragon U. Part 4
Part 3 - http://charisstoma.dreamwidth.org/1297382.html
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 949


“Finally, just you and me.”

Damien looked up at his now official mate. “Not just you and me, is it?” He patted his so far flat belly.

“Sorry.”

“Horton Mace Drakekin, do not lie to me. You planned this. You knew what would probably happen.”

“Still sorry. My… um acquisitive instincts kicked in. It wasn’t fair, I know, but when you find a treasure, one the dragon spirits throw in your way, you grab and make sure they are bonded to you. Instincts don’t always play nice or think first.”

“I’m a treasure?”

“My treasure,” Horry purred nuzzling behind Damien’s ear.

“Ooooooh,” Damien shivered, then paused to say more sharply, “Stop that! I’m still upset and that makes me want to curl into your arms and snuggle.”

“Are you sorry to be my mate?” If anything would make Damien’s heart clench it was the uncertain regret in Horry’s voice.

‘Being mated to you, NO! Being pregnant so soon when we’ve not had hardly any time to get to know each other…” more quietly, “yes.”

“Sorry. My sweet love, my sweet demon, my very own.” Kisses punctuated each endearment.

“I love you too, you know, you acquisitive dragon.”

“Shhh, I love you and we’ll work things out. First, try some of this.”

“What is it?” Damien looked at the potted plant in Horry’s hand suspiciously.

“Well, the name is Huernia schneideriana but the common name is Red Dragon Flower. It’s a gift from my mother who swears it will ease the effects of pregnancy providing it’s a dragon bun in your oven.”

Damien’s eyebrow went up, “’Dragon bun’ in my oven?”

Horry grinned. “Well it could be a demonic bun but chances are, since I’m the father, that it’ll be a dragon.”Read more... )



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