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This ticket registered to Latuzi Gorné on this third day of Mara, 1905, for accommodations in crew class aboard the C.A.S. Victoria, on the route from Davenport to Morgenstern. Photograph: An dwarf of undefinable gender grins at the camera operator. Their full beard is interwoven with...

The ride lulled. The bottle was passed through the back and Rosa twiddled her fingers, imitating basic cantrip sigls to throw off the drunk or the driver. The blind one ? Dana, she thought to herself ¬? didn?t seem too fussed about much going on, but then again, she was blind. In Rosa...

Rosa wandered with the rest, ignoring any accusations of uncivil tongues and where she might deign to stick them if she knew what was good for her. The air outside was cool, cooler than she was used to for this time of year, and she was grateful for the ermine furs draped over her neck. The...

The day had been long. The night seemed it might be even longer. Rosa tutted at the commotion and continued sipping her gin, eyes icy over rim of her glass. The boisterous young mob boy rattled the proprietor?s establishment and patrons, demanding justice and retribution from the very people who...

Allll righty here is my fancy femme fatale whose gonna come on in a mess with your business,

Shanna?s attendance at the meeting had so far gone unnoticed. The heavy robes and veil that obscured their body and face, along with their recent penchant for staying as silent and as far back as possible in company, made the sudden close attention that Utna?s audience was giving themselves...

Shanna followed in after the rest, screaming bloody murder with the best of them. Their blood was up, red hot mercury in their veins. The fires that were spreading only increased Shanna's anxiety and adrenaline. They had tended to avoid any acts of arson in their work as a revolutionary, however...

Everything is happening rather quickly now Shanna thought as they eased Screecher into the back seat, thanking Ali silently for the quick resolution of actions. The gas had dispersed and people had picked up and left, leaving blood, bodies, and weaponry scattered like so many stains in the dirt...

Everything started happening very quickly. The man beneath Shanna and Ali disappeared, wrenched out of Shanna?s grip by a wind so strong that they felt the bones in their fingers wrenched in a number of wrong ways. Then screaming, gunshots, tear gas, localised urban warfare. Shanna hadn?t been...

The day was not going quite as well as Shanna had planned. Breakfast was fine, if over-salted, but the arrival of the mostly naked man who apparently knew where Mahmod was hiding out was something of a killer for the lite holiday mood that had been developing. Shanna, of course was right up...

As the rest of them piled into the limo, either swearing about the heat or the help or only god knows what else, Shanna poured themself a drink and stared into the distance. The city flew by, dirty and crowded. Shanna desperately wanted to avoid their responsibilities to their kin and go find a...

Mexico Shanna was not pleased. It wasn't the heat, they were used to that, and it wasn't the confined space of the plane, nor the unnatural tiredness that lingered long after they should have been aware. It was the whole mission. the stink of it rankled their nostrils and curled their lips...

Shanna was not good at funerals. The somber atmosphere was at odds with their optimistic outlook, and not only was the death of someone you loved an awful thing to live through, but the attitudes of the rest of the people around you gave rise to, in Shanna's opinion,a generally poor lot of ideas...

The anger that had fuelled them had run out after a few heavy drinks coupled with trips to the local burlesque house, but the indignity remained. Tut?s plan was monstrous, a horrendously objectionable plot to deceive and confuse the other immortals. Shanna was not about to die, or be clued in on...