#shadowspellchecker

<p>So many ways to make it work.</p>

<p>Raised by Krennic. Raised by Mrs. Krennic. A hostage, an adoptee. Even child bride. Loyal Galen. Lyra alive. How about some other imperial raising Jyn?</p>

<p>4. 3. Cassian's first assignment results in Jyn Erso run-in</p>

<p>Could easily jive with above.</p>

<p>5. 4. Steela Lives AU</p>

<p>…And raises Jyn. Completely changes the character of the Partisans, and might mean that Jyn isn't ditched at 16. </p>

<p>6. 5. Partisan Jyn AU</p>

TQG FANFIC:PAWN AND KNIGHT

by @shadowspellchecker

He is thirteen when the mark suddenly changes from smokey blur to actual letters. I'd take the knight.

They are rough, and disjointed in the way of young hands. But the words are clear enough, and he knows what they are referring to. They interest him. Because they are not the words of a potential spouse, but a colleague or competitor. He has heard about such matches before. He is relieved because it promises a lifetime of competition and going for the top. It means not settling down, not settling for the ordinary, of excitement. It means more chess. But Benny is thirteen, and a chess prodigy, and he has games to play. He spares a thought to this upstart kid who he cannot wait to crush, and moves on. 

Option 1:

Option 2:

This is a bit of a leap, but it makes sense. Suna isn't exactly famous for magnet release. But the Rasa's family apparently is. So, one lineage makes sense given the size of the village. The Third had it, and so does Rasa, but they don't share much of a resemblance. However, Rasa does to Reto. Somehow they need to be connected on one lineage. There's other options within this. Given the difference in coloration, the Third might be Reto's wife's nephew, with both the wife and the Third bearing the magnet release from a common ancestor. Rasa's mother might also have borne the Magnet release, so Reto's wife may not be the carrier. In such a situation, the Third might be Rasa's maternal uncle. In this scenario, Reto's wife might be the carrier of the redhead gene, making for an additional parallel with Konoha's founding family.

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4/10/13

-...Dismissed

-winces. Doesn't want to do this. Really wants this job.

-forgive me, sir. If you are still interested in hiring me, then there is something you really must know.

-What?

-I have...fits, sir?

-fits?

-Fits.

-You mean epilepsy?

-That's what they call it. What they want to put it down as. But it isn't epilepsy.

-What makes you say that?

-I have read many books on the subject—quite a few indeed... but in none of these have I found any mention of victims speaking in tongues.

-...sit down. Tongues?

-Aye. Old version of Irish.

-...Are you sure you're not possessed?

-Yes sir, it's a family thing. The Vatican sent an exorcist. Nothing to exorcise. Here is a copy of the report.

-Thank you... Well, you affairs seem to be of

-It will not interfere in my duties; I have very good control on it and will warn you if my duties involve coming into contact with a trigger.

What is your trigger?

Violence, sir. Warfare. Stay away from any mobs and you'll be fine.

Can see you did not want word around.

What do you think it is from?

We suspect we've got a bit of sí blood. Morrigan, probably, and well my

Wood henge- Concentrator – In

Bluestonehenge - ?

Out stonehenge – generator

Orion belt henges

some sort of focus concentrator redirect?

4/22/13

Old Irish

Bran = raven

fiach = raven.

fili m filid poet, seer

acc filid fileda

dat filid

gen filed

filidecht poetry, divination

macc son, bond, surety

4/23/13

A geas is...well, it acts like this: you break it, you die. But really there's two types of geas: the inherent, you got no choice about. You have it your whole life. And if you break it, you die—not just like that, but slowly, over time, or on your next task.

Then there's the voluntary type. Simple, really. You make a vow to maintain the geis, and you get some sort of advantage in return. But if you break it, then your advantagous edge is lost, leaves you the next time you call on it—effectively kills you anyway

Tom wear commit an act of violence in war

020513

May I speak freely, sir?

Matthew, not really listening gives go ahead.

I have been told I am a good listener, sir, if you want to talk about it. Sometimes helps.

Matthew looked sorely tempted.

Little known fact: I hear every 'private' conversation held in this car. Never say a word about what they say.

I really shouldn't be telling ya this, but you shoulda give it another go.

How do you know this?

...You're not the first to confide in this way, Mr. Crawley.

Then who...?

Sorry, sir, Driver Patient Confidentiality.

The son of a doctor laughed, getting the pun.

Thank you Branson...it helped.

It does sir. Best of luck.

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Thoughts on Dreams

Just been reading through Planetcopia's World Dream Bank's notes on dreams; it got me thinking about my own.

The first one that comes to mind is from when I was eight or nine. It is in much more detail in one of my diaries, I think, but to be brief, the key points: I found a frog/toad thing. It was a CUTE frog. It fit in my hand. We explored the garage together, made a secret base in the attic. (The Attic was much roomier than it is in real life; I think this surprised me in the dream, too.) It was my friend. When Dad woke me up, I complained, saying that because I was having the BEST dream…

It was unusually coherent, and is one fo the few where I have woken up smiling.

Far less pleasant, and terrifying, was one from when I was about six or seven, I think. Something I think happened before this; I cannot recall it, though. This was the lead-in to what I remember. Some of it is coming back; I'll note it down as it comes:

Yes, there was some animal involved. One, two? Rabid, perhaps, there was fighting in my living room.

This was back before we got rid of the carpet in the eating area. Nona's table was still in place, and unpainted.

Anyway, I was looking for Oreo. I'm in the living room; I walk past the sofa, so I am coming in from the front of the room. I see something in the left corner of the breakfast room area; Nona's table is centered under the big picture window; there is space on both sides; I go to the one to my left.

I can see (a cat or dog, Some sort of mammal, but very small) is licking (or chewing) something on the ground.

It is daylight colors on the carpet, I think. Might have been daytime.

the animal bolts through the kitchen door

I am crouching down, and I see what it was it left. Oreo is lying on the ground motionless, dead, but instead of his head, I see I see it turn into the bloody skull of a terratorn exposed where Oreo's head ought to be.

I woke up there

I think this was the last time a nightmare drove me to crawl into my parent's bed.

I told them I dreamed that Oreo had died. Nothing more.