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Adventuring Through Tortall
I love the excitement that adorns faces when people meet those who have created the worlds they have embraced. Fandoms make me happy, I gave a lot of time to helping fans get close to those who created the material that is the foundations of such things - I volunteered in the photo studio for a pop culture convention (those stories can be found here).
The Final Double Act
It was a sigh, that came from deep within, when The Fixer checked on the happenings at the White estate and noticed the final act appeared to be underway. In fact, it was a final double act, if that were a thing, and The Fixer was relieved to see the beginning of the end.
The Fixer opened the last three files and felt a distinct lack of enthusiasm. They had thought this project would be just the thing needed to kickstart their motivation. It wasn't turning out to be that way. Two of the problems would be fixed together, and the fact the double header fit into this commission was simply a happy accident, it would be a job they would do regardless. The Fixer would use them as the dénouement, the end game it seemed so fitting.
Before the Fall
Three sins had now been crossed off The Fixer’s task list, things were moving at a nice easy pace. There had been no cross over of locations, MO’s or victim types. Some days The Fixer realized this job really was what they were born for. What made it particularly sweet were the times fixing things aligned with righting wrongs that rubbed up against their own personal code of ethics.
Trapped in the China Shop
Steam had left the bathroom mirror opaque, only a semi-distinct image could be seen as Erin’s reflection. Fancifully she held up her hands and mimed knocking, the result was it sort of looked as though a body was trapped under the ice of a frozen pond, half-heartedly trying to find a way out. Half-heartedly because she really didn’t feel as though she had the energy to fight any more.
Balancing the Scales
Orange and yellow petals were bright in the bouquet sitting in a glass, doubling as a vase on the dressing table. Detective Mustard looked around the crime scene and tried not to sigh. This was the ninth of these and quite honestly, he figured it was only a matter of time before one of the victims died. In fact, he couldn’t believe the last two were still alive, though the most recent was still in ICU.
It's All About That Tiffany's Blue
The first sin is now crossed off the list. The Fixer had six more sins to choose from. It was tempting to just close their eyes and stab at a name randomly, for the ordered mattered not in the overall scheme of things. It seemed completely unsettled until The Fixer’s eyes flicked over the date, February the 13th. Shaniqua it was then.
The Rippling Effect of Greed
Prisons are full of dumb criminals. Life has a few not so dumb ones. It is my job to deal with those who may believe they can get away with what they have done, those who think they are protected. They are not. It is a hard lesson to learn, and often a final one. Which brings me to my current project, there are seven deadly sins and seven targets on my current task list. It seemed appropriate that Greed reared her ugly head first, though as with many of these people more than one of these sins permeates their lives.