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  •  Deja Blues (10+ / 0-)
    Xiu almost missed the premonition.  She was too busy thinking about the future; how was that for ironic?  Mother had broadly hinted that something special would be happening at dinner tonight, which probably meant that she had lined up another potential husband.  Xiu was so preoccupied in anticipating the embarrassing dinner to come and the inevitable argument with Mother to follow that she perhaps did not pay attention as she stepped out of the train into the cold winter night.  Not until the premonition.

    Hand clamped over her mouth; cold knife edge pressing against her flesh.

    She felt it just a split second before it happened.  Her premonitions used to frighten her when she was younger.  Now she was used to them.  She let her training and reflexes take over.  Without stopping to think, her own hand went up to grab her assailant by the wrist before he could seize her and twisted his arm hard.  He brought up his knife hand too late as she ducked under his center of gravity.  She gave him a sharp kick in the kneecap and he hit the sidewalk.

    The assailant uttered a curse and was about to lunge at her, but by that point Xiu had drawn her revolver and he could now see her badge and uniform underneath her heavy wool coat.

    Xiu is an unused character from my files; a police dispatcher with precognitive abilities I made up for a supernatural crime RPG I had planned once.  I wanted to get more into her character, but realized I was delving into backstory instead of giving the reader some immediate action.  The action bit would have been better if I actually knew something about self-defense.  Ah well.

    Looking at this week's installment of Dark Redemption, I see I was guilty of a little head-hopping.  Bad Quark.  Cassandra learns that the dotty old lady from the Gilbert & Sullivan society isn't as harmless as she seems.

    "There must be some mistake," Cassandra said timorously. "Your Strephon can't be the same person as my Strephon..."

    "He's not yours!" Morrigan snapped. "He will never be yours!" She clutched the amulet tightly in her fist. Then she slowly regained her composure. "True, many long years have passed and I have grown old and grey while he still remains as youthful as ever. He is a Fae, did you not hear me? But tonight... tonight he shall become mine!"

    And in other quarkish news, I've begun a new blog, which I've been cross-posting here on Kos titled The Ones You Didn't Hear in Sunday School about some of the more obscure stories of Scripture.  And I'm continuing my webcomic "Cat-Men from Mars", which was definitely not in the Bible.

    Read my webcomic, "Hannibal Tesla Adventure Magazine" at

    by quarkstomper on Thu Apr 10, 2014 at 07:45:52 PM PDT

    •  very much liked how you & Xiu handled situation, (6+ / 0-)

      (no pun intended). i only have a few years martial arts experience, and about half that was tai chi, but it felt fine to me.  enjoyed the badge & uniform being nicely at the end there.

      tabbing over to your site for "didn't hear in sunday school", and checking wikipedia to reconfirm about the hebrew, what never seems mentioned regarding Lilith (perhaps because obvious to hebrew speakers/readers) is that the "ith" ending (e.g., judith) is the same as the "ess" ending as in Solicitress - it means female (judith basically means a female judean) and the first 3 letters of the name are the linguistic root for night, so scholars/interpreters for their own reasons (being men? or whatever) are confronted with a female form of the word "night" and assess it as something negative. (my tanach say's "night monster" too). Yet the actual action is quietly There shall the Lilith repose, and find for herself a place to rest and etc and so forth, all tainted by the simple historically repetitive phenomenon that a supernatural or even poetic metaphor of a culture being fought has to be categorized as evil.  demon, spirit, what have you. even if in the original culture the spirit is just an animistic or even benevolent element of nature or of the supernatural, it's evil because of where the idea comes from.  so everything that comes later comes with that curse.

      they over-thought it.  in isaiah it starts with a "the". eliminate all the xenophobia and all that's left is a poetic way of saying nightness settled there and stayed a while.  apparently in a quite well-behaved way.

      now i have 2 translation dictionaries, 1 tanach in hebrew & one in english to go bend over put back on their shelves.  oooff.  all your fault with your provocative ideas, you!  ;) 10-Q very much.

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