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like it, but I figured McGann wanted him out of the way for some reason. It was probably so that he wouldn’t get caught in the middle of me and Murphy fighting, because he liked both of us. Wolf was getting caught in the middle of our fights too often.
“That bitch got her claws back in him,” Murphy said.
I snorted. “We agree on something then.” Murphy glared and shrugged.
McGann spoke. “The Trustees want to know what happened.
They are very willing to repeat the experiment.” We both looked at her. I didn’t know about Murphy, but I was shocked. What they were thinking about was murder, plain and simple, because you had to kill someone to get this ritual thing to work. Even I knew it was a bad idea. Those fuckers were insane to even think about it.
“Caitlynn, thirty-two people died!” Murphy practically shouted.
“Even the Trustees can’t think that it was worth it!” FELICITAS IVEY
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McGann looked resigned. I felt sorry for her because she had to have listened to this shit with the Trustees. No wonder she sent Wolf home. He’d be a lot worse about bitching at her about this, because he firmly believed we were the good guys, even with some of the shit we’d done, like keeping a scared kid prisoner in the home of the brave and the land of the free.
“James,” she said quietly, “this is the only documented success of creating a gate and contacting the Dreamlands… or wherever that thing opened to.”
“Caitlynn!” Murphy exclaimed. He sounded really pissed.
“How much worse were the other times?” I asked her. “How bad was the mess then?”
McGann looked at me with something almost like respect.
Murphy was staring like I had started to recite Shakespeare; I had thought of something he hadn’t.
“All the other documented incidents, going back to the turn of the last century, ended with the total destruction of the site involved.” McGann said. “There have been about seven others that we can piece together. There might be more.”
Murphy scoffed. “How do we know that…?”
“The woman,” I said, finally getting a clue. “She showed them that something more than monsters live there. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not. Depends on what condition we find Keno in.”
“Kairns is right,” McGann said. “I will talk to Anya tomorrow to see how much she knew about Heiseg’s work and if she can or will work the ritual. If not, the Trustees have to find someone who can.”
“I don’t like the bitch,” I said. “But I don’t think that she’s willing to kill someone. She’d fuck ’em instead. So don’t be too surprised when she says no. And who the fuck are the Trustees going to kill for this?”
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DREAMLANDS
KENO
I HAD been studying for several weeks when Yoshinoko suddenly announced that I was ready to be seen in public as a woman. Not that Samojirou had ever seen me dressed as a tayuu , even if we were sort of living together. He usually saw me in the dark, plain kimono and yukata I liked to wear, not the brightly colored, extravagant creations I wore when I pretended to be a woman. I had even started to be flirty when I was dressed like that.
I had thought that the fine cotton kimonos I wore every day were nice, but dressing as a woman brought me to a whole new level of luxury. The silk for the undergarments was the softest thing I had ever worn. The material felt wonderful, and I had worried for a little while that I liked dressing up like a woman far too much. It wasn’t just that I did it for Samojirou’s whim, but it turned into something I enjoyed, like the other lessons. I wasn’t too sure what that said about me.
Samojirou and, to a certain extent, Tamazusa were happy with me. If that meant wearing women’s clothing and actually enjoying what I was doing, that was all right with me. It wasn’t like anyone here didn’t know what Samojirou was interested in doing with me. The other samurai respected me as a fighter, no matter
“That bitch got her claws back in him,” Murphy said.
I snorted. “We agree on something then.” Murphy glared and shrugged.
McGann spoke. “The Trustees want to know what happened.
They are very willing to repeat the experiment.” We both looked at her. I didn’t know about Murphy, but I was shocked. What they were thinking about was murder, plain and simple, because you had to kill someone to get this ritual thing to work. Even I knew it was a bad idea. Those fuckers were insane to even think about it.
“Caitlynn, thirty-two people died!” Murphy practically shouted.
“Even the Trustees can’t think that it was worth it!” FELICITAS IVEY
50
McGann looked resigned. I felt sorry for her because she had to have listened to this shit with the Trustees. No wonder she sent Wolf home. He’d be a lot worse about bitching at her about this, because he firmly believed we were the good guys, even with some of the shit we’d done, like keeping a scared kid prisoner in the home of the brave and the land of the free.
“James,” she said quietly, “this is the only documented success of creating a gate and contacting the Dreamlands… or wherever that thing opened to.”
“Caitlynn!” Murphy exclaimed. He sounded really pissed.
“How much worse were the other times?” I asked her. “How bad was the mess then?”
McGann looked at me with something almost like respect.
Murphy was staring like I had started to recite Shakespeare; I had thought of something he hadn’t.
“All the other documented incidents, going back to the turn of the last century, ended with the total destruction of the site involved.” McGann said. “There have been about seven others that we can piece together. There might be more.”
Murphy scoffed. “How do we know that…?”
“The woman,” I said, finally getting a clue. “She showed them that something more than monsters live there. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not. Depends on what condition we find Keno in.”
“Kairns is right,” McGann said. “I will talk to Anya tomorrow to see how much she knew about Heiseg’s work and if she can or will work the ritual. If not, the Trustees have to find someone who can.”
“I don’t like the bitch,” I said. “But I don’t think that she’s willing to kill someone. She’d fuck ’em instead. So don’t be too surprised when she says no. And who the fuck are the Trustees going to kill for this?”
51
DREAMLANDS
KENO
I HAD been studying for several weeks when Yoshinoko suddenly announced that I was ready to be seen in public as a woman. Not that Samojirou had ever seen me dressed as a tayuu , even if we were sort of living together. He usually saw me in the dark, plain kimono and yukata I liked to wear, not the brightly colored, extravagant creations I wore when I pretended to be a woman. I had even started to be flirty when I was dressed like that.
I had thought that the fine cotton kimonos I wore every day were nice, but dressing as a woman brought me to a whole new level of luxury. The silk for the undergarments was the softest thing I had ever worn. The material felt wonderful, and I had worried for a little while that I liked dressing up like a woman far too much. It wasn’t just that I did it for Samojirou’s whim, but it turned into something I enjoyed, like the other lessons. I wasn’t too sure what that said about me.
Samojirou and, to a certain extent, Tamazusa were happy with me. If that meant wearing women’s clothing and actually enjoying what I was doing, that was all right with me. It wasn’t like anyone here didn’t know what Samojirou was interested in doing with me. The other samurai respected me as a fighter, no matter
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