Brute Squad Interludes Writing

Interlude: Ancient History

Merilin woke to the feeling of cold, damp stone pressed against their cheek. Something jabbed into their side–last night’s dinner, a raw vegetable of some sort. Naeris, their mother had called it. Their mother! Where was she? Where was father? Merilin scrambled to their feet and looked around, but the alleyway was deserted. “Mama! Papa!” …

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Interlude: Priority Message

A hawk, carrying a larger-than-usual package thuds into the throne-room, clearly exhausted from its journey. It scrambles towards Queen Beryl, screaming threateningly at anyone that attempts to intercept it–except, oddly, the Queen’s Seneschal, who it allows to pick it up and remove the package. His eyes scan the first few lines and he immediately orders …

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Interlude: Old Wounds

A collection of loose pages, torn from a worn leather journal. The pages look to be 15-20 years old. Tusk disappeared last night. She didn’t show up at the usual time, so I went to check on her, and… fuck. What am I supposed to do now? There’s no leads. No sign of a struggle. …

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Interlude: A Voice in the Darkness

Poor little nightingale, dying all alone What? Why are you dying? You have a job to do. I’m… dying? I thought that would have been obvious. You are hallucinating, after all. Am I? Aren’t you? …I know your voice. You’re real. I’ve heard you before… Am I? Is Naeris? Is Lord Quirion? I’m as real …

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Interlude: Prayers

I know you’re not really the type to actually listen–let alone answer–but… ugh, I can’t believe I’m actually praying to you right now. How fucking desperate must I be, right? The forest gave way to open fields, and in the distance, a village. Over the gates, the Queen’s banners flapped in the cold wind. But… …

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Interlude: Memories

What the fuck are you supposed to be? Unbidden, and unwanted, an old memory surfaced. Naeris gritted their teeth and gripped the reins a little harder. Hey, pyrite-brain, say that again and you’ll lose some fucking teeth. Tusk. Even as a kid, she was willing to throw down with adults to stand up for herself …

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Interlude: Chance Encounters

Turnip kept a close eye on the fruit-vendor as they scurried through the crowded streets. A maid from one of the noble houses would be passing this way soon, and she always stopped to pick up a fresh orange. Cobbles said that the fruit-vendor was sweet on the maid, and that meant her otherwise watchful …

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Interlude: Transcript QB-3

The Assistant Archivist paused between papers. She’d been given a simple task–collate, index, and store transcriptions from interviews with field agents from the war. It had a been a long, boring process–she wasn’t allowed to read them, just note who the interview was with, the date it occurred, and then file it away for archival. …

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