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Every one of the nine houses of Edally Academy has its own tower (which serves as a dormitory and social area), its own classroom building, its own uniform colors, and its own sigil.Kyokyoenet House (Kyoket*) is the martial house.

In modern days, this school is sometimes thought to be useless, a redundancy in times when there is only Calenta filling the whole continent. Still it remains, and classes in tactics, combat, and strategy are an essential part of every Edally student’s eduation.

Their colors are navy, orange-red, & red, red being the color of Veignevar/Viegnevaar, whose realm is blood, fire, violence, death, and the hot season. Their sigil is the sword, the leaf-blade gladius-type weapon that every Edally student learns at least basic proficiency in.

House Akaizepennen (Akaizen*) covers Mechanics and Engineering. Continue reading →

Prideworthy – a story for Patreon

Mar7

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Headmaster Baarbaarbaar looked at the Tower. Barely fifty years old, it had stood with the name of the third Head of School for that entire time.

Next to him, the Head of the Martial school looked on thoughtfully. “Do you think it’s appropriate?”

“I think…” Baarbaarbaar spoke slowly, letting the thoughts circulate. “I believe that we have always put the names of our most prideworthy graduates at pertinent places in the school. And now that we have the Towers for each school, it makes sense to let their names, too, change with the pride of the school.”

“But…” Allizh was a staid and placid-seeming woman who thought slowly but with great deliberation. “This is the sort of thing that War house is proud of, yes. BUt is it the sort of thing that the Academy is proud of?” Continue reading →

Protected: Power Out – a story for Patreon

Feb20

Mending Strands

Jan31

So this is… sort of a continuation of Breaking Strands? But Breaking Strands is a fanfiction and this is… not.

Anyway, it’s Winter Being Badass, as requested.

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The room felt wrong. His sisters, Winter thought, might have said that it was creepy or oogy or sick, although sometimes sick was a good thing.

(Having three younger sisters go through teenage-hood a couple years apart had been approximately a decade of confusion and headaches for Winter. He wondered how actual fathers did it. )

What it felt like to him was cold, and not in his namesake way, and broken.

“I think,” his contact – no, friend. Normal people, his sister Summer kept telling him, had friends. And someone he played chess with every week and sometimes saw a movie with was, if not a potential SO or lover – and this one was not – a friend. His friend in the FBI cleared his throat. “I think that what’s going on in these situations is that someone has cut their Stands. That’s the correct word, yes? I read Ernesta Roundtree – she’s your mother, correct? – I read her paper on the Strands last year. They told me I needed beach reading,” he added with a wry smile. Continue reading →