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BLUE TALE (The Series) 017: Settings:- Pain & Control (2)
“All right, Porsche,” Emerson began, flicking the lighter on with a soft click. “Lesson of the day: pain response.”Porsche tilted its head slightly, processing the statement. “Pain response, Mr. Emerson? I do not feel pain.”“Exactly the point,” Emerson replied, holding the small flame up between them. “That’s why we’re doing this. You can’t just stand there like a mannequin if something happens to you. People will know you’re… well, you’re not entirely human.”Porsche nodded slightly with a calm face. Emerson sighed, leaned back, and pressed the flame against his own palm for half a second. “Aish!” he yelped, shaking his hand wildly. “See? That’s what pain looks like!”Porsche stepped closer, observing the reaction with meticulous interest. Emerson handed it the lighter. “Now, you try. Mimic that.”Porsche looked at the lighter. With a calculated flick, he ignited the flame and calmly pressed it against its palm. A faint sizzling sound could be heard, but Porsche stood unflinching.
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“Sit still,” Emerson muttered, fiddling with the phone in Porsche’s hand. They were perched on his room couch. His brows furrowed in concentration as he swiped and tapped, setting up the device.“This… thing is frustrating,” Porsche commented, his voice a mixture of awe and impatience. “How do humans manage to function with such a contraption?”Emerson rolled his eyes. “It’s not rocket science, Porsche. Just a little patience and a lot of tapping. See?” He turned the screen to show the sleek interface of the phone. “This is the main menu. You tap here for messages, here for calls, and here…” He pressed a camera icon, and the screen switched to a live feed of their faces. “....for pictures.”Posh leaned closer, his curiosity piqued. “Pictures.”Emerson sighed, swiping at the screen as if it might bite. He’d bought it for Porsche, yet here he was, setting it up like a tech support guy on a slow day.“You’d think a high-functioning AI could do this on his own,” he muttered, glancing at P
Last Updated : 2024-11-29BLUE TALE (The Series) 019: Raven's Lie
The gentle buzz of Emerson’s phone cut through the charged moment. His brow furrowed as he glanced at the screen. “Aunt?” The single word came out in a mix of surprise and suspicion. Porsche tilted his head, curious, but said nothing.Emerson hesitated before swiping to answer. He glanced back at Porsche randomly. His chestnut gaze flickered briefly, then turned away. “Hello, Aunt.” It was Raven's mother.A smooth, practiced voice responded on the other end. “Emerson, my dear boy. How are you? How’s work?”“I’m fine, Aunt. Work is... work.” He allowed a faint smirk to ghost over his lips before it vanished. “What’s the occasion? You don’t usually call just to chat.”There was a slight pause, and then her voice dropped to a more serious tone. “You’re right. It’s about Rave.”The mention of Raven made Emerson’s lips thin. His free hand instinctively slid into his pocket. That was a nervous habit he rarely displayed. “Raven? What about him?”“Have you spoken to him recently?” Emerson
Last Updated : 2024-11-29BLUE TALE (The Series) 020: A God Is To Be Worshipped.
Time was slipping away unnoticed. Has it been minutes past? Hours? Emerson for sure, couldn't tell. Hallelujah, there were no disturbances and the room was silent. Well, that's if the faint hum of the air conditioning is to be ignored. But his mind was anything but calm.He leaned forward in the chair with his body turned slightly away from the oak desk. His hands moved rhythmically; through his hair, down his face and to his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as if the pressure could force clarity into his thoughts.“He's still not answering my phone calls. Why? Just why? Why aren't you picking up, Stupid Raven!?” Raven has always been a fortress of some crucial secrets, but Emerson had learned to see through the cracks. There was always something weighing on him and of recent, it seemed... heavyA faint click jolted Emerson from his thoughts. It was the door to this study. Opening. Emerson didn't lift his head. His eyes remained closed as he exhaled heavily.“I need some qui
Last Updated : 2024-11-29BLUE TALE (The Series) 021: R.H. - Raven's Diary
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Last Updated : 2024-11-29BLUE TALE (The Series) 022: Raven's Suspicion/ The Vanishing Number
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Last Updated : 2024-11-29BLUE TALE (The Series) 023: Fractured Silence
The artifact was cold in Raven’s hand, its intricacies were sharp against his palm. He stared at it, the energy emanating from it was unbelievably heavier than just the physical weigh. “So, Cullen’s been here.” His own self created realization bit at him like a thousand cold needles. “And then made his number vanish. Made my CCTV glitch..”He looked around, eyes darting to the table where his open diary lay. The only conclusion he could draw as a rational person was that; his brother, he'd been reading his diary when he came. Raven clenched his jaw. Cullen had always been like a ghost in life, flickering in and out of shadows. But this? No. Cullen wouldn't just come to his house to read a diary solemnly written after events that himself, Cullen witnessed. Just.No. Now Raven felt like something else… Like there was something else happening beneath the surface and Cullen might just be a pawn. Either way, he hoped it had nothing to do with spirits and wandering souls.“Damn it, Cullen
Last Updated : 2024-11-29BLUE TALE (The Series) 024: IELUS
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