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am in buffalo and trying to catch up on stuff, also trying to sleep off the flu/covid vaccine aftereffects, but i also want to do some writing and i haven’t yet succeeded but this is a bit i wrote a while ago that i can’t work out quite how to fold into the main continuity, and i don’t know whether i’ve posted a snippet of it before or not.
It’s Tiron, Morvran’s underling/friend from the FFP prequels, plus a specific video game character who I think should be in the story, and it’s an insight into where Tiron’s been this whole time, but I can’t work out when I should get around to putting it in, LOL.
“I’m Tiron,” Tiron said. “I– am just visiting.” “Oh yes, you’re one of the Black Ones,” Johnny said, nodding sagely. “Your lot have caused all kinds of trouble round here, now. But I don’t suppose I can lay it all at your feet. There was trouble before you got here, rightly enough.” “I apologize if this is a rude question,” Tiron said, “but– what do you eat?” “It’s not a rude question if you’re offering me somewhat,” Johnny said, eyeing him keenly. “Well,” Tiron said, “apologies again, I haven’t really anything with me, but– this is the rude part I suppose, I was only really asking because I’m worried to know whether it might possibly be that you eat humans, is all.” “Oh,” Johnny said, and looked briefly offended, pressing his fingertips against his chest in an affected gesture. His limbs were darker-colored toward his extremities; his torso was a pale blue-gray but his fingers were almost black. “I would never! But,” and he subsided, “I suppose that is a sensible question.” “A lot of things around here eat people,” Tiron said, “including some of the other people.” Johnny wrinkled his nose. “Aye, and it’s disgusting,” he said. “Ill work, that. There’s somewhat uncanny afoot, I’ll tell you. It ain’t natural. But no, I don’t eat people, you’ve naught to fear on that front. Well, not from me.” (Your picture was not posted)