Harry Leferts/Yellowhammer Crosspost 9
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
Well... have a bit of the adventures between Colombe and her sisters from Yellowhammer. Note that while he states this is an Omake, it is an actual snippet:
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Well, I came up with a blast from the past idea. regarding the Butterknife Bastards.
Omake-A Fox, a Dove, and a Hound.
Swamp bordering the Ohio River, 1927
Captain Jacklyn Fox(-Muramasa) was not having a good day.
She was potentially running late with her 'meeting' with Tony Russo to deliver this boatload of illegal bourbon to his operations in St. Louis. While Jacklyn had confidence in her ability to talk her way out of trouble, she was worried about her recently discovered older half-sister's ability (uggh, blech, never think again about hitting on her even if she was a cutie) to say the wrong thing at the wrong time and set the Russo Boys off. As much fun as a good brawl or a good chase was, Jacklyn would like to get paid first. And paid she would be, once she managed to fix the damage to the barge's engines from their shootout with the Ku Klux Klan yesterday. Sadly Reparo spells only went so far, and Colombe was clueless when it came to marine engineering.
Lady High and Snooty didn't know what she was missing by being a passenger on board a ship as opposed to standing on deck with the wind in your hair and the wheel in your hands as you ran the Roaring Forties 'down easterly' around the Cape of Good Hope. Jacklyn would just have to educate her poor deprived half-sister as to what she was missing.
"Maybe another round the world trip with Colombe and Jeza and Del? Heh, I can't wait for Del to meet her other big sister."
With a reminiscent sigh of memory about days gone by and a smug grin at the expected expression her baby half-sister would have once she arrived after the message that she sent, Jacklyn returned to trying to get the diesel to run.
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MACUSA Auror Captain Delilah de Breuil(-Muramasa) was not having a good day.
After being pulled off vacation by an all-call alert, she had been living on Invigoration Draught chased down with coffee since then as her team and the others tried to deal with this Statute breach after being first on the scene. She hated the taste of Invigoration Draught, but needs must.
Waving her wand (English oak, wampus cat whisker, nine inches, gnarled but supple), she grinned tiredly as the granite statue dedicated "To Our Honored Southern Dead" finally lowered its hand back to the hilt of the carved saber rather than give an obscene gesture toward the courthouse across the park in Louisville, Kentucky.
She turned to her section leader and gave a thumbs-up in response to his unspoken query, idly tucking some of her chestnut-colored hair from her face as they walked to the nearby hotel. "What's next, sir?"
"We have the wanted posters now. Here's one so you know the culprit, although she's not been seen for the last two days." With that he handed over a poster and Delilah scanned the face of the smugly smirking blonde girl. "Team Five managed to put down that transfigured cat on the docks, and Three says that they managed to stun the last of those wasps that she upsized. Watch out for them if you see one, Broadmoor got stung and he's with the mediwizards now. It looks like all that's left is the Obliviations, and you have done enough, Captain de Breuil. Get some sleep, especially since you got called in off vacation for this."
"And the Nomajs?"
"Most of them will recover. Three are dead, and one was a suspected Scourer so nothing of value was lost there. Cover story is going to be a bootlegging gang war got a bit out of hand."
Delilah gave a smug grin. "At least something good came out of this close call. I'll go back to on call status then?"
With that, she glanced around and Disapparated to head back home...where an owl from Jacklyn was unexpectedly waiting for her.
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Colombe D'Aubigny(-Muramasa) née du Chasteler was not having a good day.
It had been quite a while since she had been this hungover and her stomach was still doing backflips (ugh, blech, stupid brain, stop thinking about flirting with your literal fox of a half-sister last night). Still, she mused as she sat on top of the cabin and scanned the stinking, miserable swamp that they had took refuge in, it could be worse. After all, as bad as being on the run from the law-again-and having a pack of murderous bigots who thought slavery was a great idea out for her blood-again-was, this was not nearly as bad as the Great War. Nothing could be as bad as the Great War.
She was no closer to coming up with a way to permanently deal with the prospective Dark artifact that she had come to Louisville to get answers about, though. Automatically her hand reached to the small of her back to touch the African axe firmly in place in the loop in her karkadann-hide swordbelt that she had had commissioned in 1776 back in India. One of her first adventures looking back on it...was it already a hundred and fifty years since she had quested for Shambhala in the 'Land of Snow'? Her distant look did not see the swamp so much as a far-distant valley in the Himalayas where a monastery clung to the rock cliff like a gecko as snow came down from the roof of the world.
She should take Jacklyn along if she ever went back to India. Colombe would just have to educate her poor, deprived half-sister as to what she was missing.
With a reminiscently smug grin, Colombe returned to her watch when a sudden crack of Apparition sounded from the deck below her. Eyes narrowing at the sudden appearance of a chestnut-haired woman with a rifle slung across her back, she silently swore. I'll not kill her, she's family. Beat her black and blue before making an exit, that's the ticket. First the Auror though.
With that promise she drew her blade and leapt down behind the Auror. Focusing her magic through her blade she cast a full-body-bind curse as she landed.
"Petrificus Totalus!"
Smugly smirking, she nodded in satisfaction before tracing a sigil to reinforce her hex on the Auror. Suddenly a shout interrupted her musings, causing her to whirl in shock.
"Don't hurt her, she's our sister too!"
Omake-A Fox, a Dove, and a Hound.
Swamp bordering the Ohio River, 1927
Captain Jacklyn Fox(-Muramasa) was not having a good day.
She was potentially running late with her 'meeting' with Tony Russo to deliver this boatload of illegal bourbon to his operations in St. Louis. While Jacklyn had confidence in her ability to talk her way out of trouble, she was worried about her recently discovered older half-sister's ability (uggh, blech, never think again about hitting on her even if she was a cutie) to say the wrong thing at the wrong time and set the Russo Boys off. As much fun as a good brawl or a good chase was, Jacklyn would like to get paid first. And paid she would be, once she managed to fix the damage to the barge's engines from their shootout with the Ku Klux Klan yesterday. Sadly Reparo spells only went so far, and Colombe was clueless when it came to marine engineering.
Lady High and Snooty didn't know what she was missing by being a passenger on board a ship as opposed to standing on deck with the wind in your hair and the wheel in your hands as you ran the Roaring Forties 'down easterly' around the Cape of Good Hope. Jacklyn would just have to educate her poor deprived half-sister as to what she was missing.
"Maybe another round the world trip with Colombe and Jeza and Del? Heh, I can't wait for Del to meet her other big sister."
With a reminiscent sigh of memory about days gone by and a smug grin at the expected expression her baby half-sister would have once she arrived after the message that she sent, Jacklyn returned to trying to get the diesel to run.
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MACUSA Auror Captain Delilah de Breuil(-Muramasa) was not having a good day.
After being pulled off vacation by an all-call alert, she had been living on Invigoration Draught chased down with coffee since then as her team and the others tried to deal with this Statute breach after being first on the scene. She hated the taste of Invigoration Draught, but needs must.
Waving her wand (English oak, wampus cat whisker, nine inches, gnarled but supple), she grinned tiredly as the granite statue dedicated "To Our Honored Southern Dead" finally lowered its hand back to the hilt of the carved saber rather than give an obscene gesture toward the courthouse across the park in Louisville, Kentucky.
She turned to her section leader and gave a thumbs-up in response to his unspoken query, idly tucking some of her chestnut-colored hair from her face as they walked to the nearby hotel. "What's next, sir?"
"We have the wanted posters now. Here's one so you know the culprit, although she's not been seen for the last two days." With that he handed over a poster and Delilah scanned the face of the smugly smirking blonde girl. "Team Five managed to put down that transfigured cat on the docks, and Three says that they managed to stun the last of those wasps that she upsized. Watch out for them if you see one, Broadmoor got stung and he's with the mediwizards now. It looks like all that's left is the Obliviations, and you have done enough, Captain de Breuil. Get some sleep, especially since you got called in off vacation for this."
"And the Nomajs?"
"Most of them will recover. Three are dead, and one was a suspected Scourer so nothing of value was lost there. Cover story is going to be a bootlegging gang war got a bit out of hand."
Delilah gave a smug grin. "At least something good came out of this close call. I'll go back to on call status then?"
With that, she glanced around and Disapparated to head back home...where an owl from Jacklyn was unexpectedly waiting for her.
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Colombe D'Aubigny(-Muramasa) née du Chasteler was not having a good day.
It had been quite a while since she had been this hungover and her stomach was still doing backflips (ugh, blech, stupid brain, stop thinking about flirting with your literal fox of a half-sister last night). Still, she mused as she sat on top of the cabin and scanned the stinking, miserable swamp that they had took refuge in, it could be worse. After all, as bad as being on the run from the law-again-and having a pack of murderous bigots who thought slavery was a great idea out for her blood-again-was, this was not nearly as bad as the Great War. Nothing could be as bad as the Great War.
She was no closer to coming up with a way to permanently deal with the prospective Dark artifact that she had come to Louisville to get answers about, though. Automatically her hand reached to the small of her back to touch the African axe firmly in place in the loop in her karkadann-hide swordbelt that she had had commissioned in 1776 back in India. One of her first adventures looking back on it...was it already a hundred and fifty years since she had quested for Shambhala in the 'Land of Snow'? Her distant look did not see the swamp so much as a far-distant valley in the Himalayas where a monastery clung to the rock cliff like a gecko as snow came down from the roof of the world.
She should take Jacklyn along if she ever went back to India. Colombe would just have to educate her poor, deprived half-sister as to what she was missing.
With a reminiscently smug grin, Colombe returned to her watch when a sudden crack of Apparition sounded from the deck below her. Eyes narrowing at the sudden appearance of a chestnut-haired woman with a rifle slung across her back, she silently swore. I'll not kill her, she's family. Beat her black and blue before making an exit, that's the ticket. First the Auror though.
With that promise she drew her blade and leapt down behind the Auror. Focusing her magic through her blade she cast a full-body-bind curse as she landed.
"Petrificus Totalus!"
Smugly smirking, she nodded in satisfaction before tracing a sigil to reinforce her hex on the Auror. Suddenly a shout interrupted her musings, causing her to whirl in shock.
"Don't hurt her, she's our sister too!"
SISTER?!?!?!
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Delilah sighed mentally at the sight of the three bloodstained bodies in white robes on the deck of the barge that she had Apparated to. Jackie, Jackie, Jackie, what kind of trouble did you get yourself into this time? I'll not kill her, she's family. Beat her black and blue before fixing her mess, that's the ticket. First find Jackie and learn how bad it is this time.
Delilah's musings about her scapegrace elder half-sister were rudely interrupted by the thump of boots on the deck behind her. Shit shit shit! It's bigger trouble than I thought!!
"Petrificus Totalus!"
Delilah felt her avatar freeze up and fall to the deck. Her green eyes widened in shock as she saw the witch enter her field of view. It was the blonde-haired lady from the wanted poster! Blue eyes narrowed at her predicament and the witch smiled smugly before giving a satisfied nod. Holding a rapier in one hand with unconscious grace, she traced a sigil over her body with the point, then whirled at Jacklyn's shout from behind her.
"Don't hurt her, she's our sister too!"
SISTER?!?!?!
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Jacklyn grinned with satisfaction as the diesel engine coughed twice and began to idle. Taking a swig from the jar of 80 proof 'throat lubricant' on top of it, she wiped her hands with a rag before poking her head out the hatch to the engine room.
Delilah popped in as she watched, then Jacklyn's brown eyes widened in horror as Colombe leapt down behind her, drawing her sword.
Shit shit shit! I forgot to tell Colombe about sending that owl off to get Del here!!
"Petrificus Totalus!"
Jacklyn burst out of the hold, shouting at the top of her lungs to ward off the impending garbage fire.
"Don't hurt her, she's our sister too!"
Jacklyn felt her heart resume beating as Colombe stared at her in shock before whirling to look down at Delilah, then back to Jacklyn. The rapier's point slowly dropped as the other sword-spirit stared back and forth, then Colombe made a slashing gesture with her sword over Delilah to dispel her spell. As the youngest of the three sisters picked herself up off the deck, Colombe began to laugh helplessly, tears running down her cheeks before suddenly heading to the rail to yet again water the fish.
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One short set of explanations later found the three of them in the cabin staring at the small arsenal on the table, all of which were glowing the exact same light pink color thanks to the magical lineage spell Delilah had cast. Jackie was finally the first to stir, picking her boarding cutlass up and sheathing it, before looking at the other two.
"You shouldnae have doubted the word of Cap'n Jacklyn, the Red Fox of the Sargasso Sea! Now this calls for a dram of grog to celebrate this reunion! Splice the mainbrace, for the sun is o'er the yardarm!"
As the pirate turned to go collect some hooch from the cargo, Colombe shook her head slowly. "Bon sang! I could stand a stiff drink. Um..." The elder sword blushed and then extended her hand to the younger revolver. "No hard feelings about the curse?"
Delilah took the offered hand and clasped it, her green eyes meeting her aristocratic sister's blue. "No hard feelings. Mind you, did you have to cause all that trouble getting out of town? What possessed you to pick a fight with the Klan and the Scourers?!?"
Colombe gave a sheepish shrug as she sheathed her rapier. "It seemed like a good idea at the time, Delilah."
"You must be related to Jackie. At least I got Mom's brains. Generally." Delilah absently replied as she automatically checked her cartridges before holstering her true form.
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Delilah sighed mentally at the sight of the three bloodstained bodies in white robes on the deck of the barge that she had Apparated to. Jackie, Jackie, Jackie, what kind of trouble did you get yourself into this time? I'll not kill her, she's family. Beat her black and blue before fixing her mess, that's the ticket. First find Jackie and learn how bad it is this time.
Delilah's musings about her scapegrace elder half-sister were rudely interrupted by the thump of boots on the deck behind her. Shit shit shit! It's bigger trouble than I thought!!
"Petrificus Totalus!"
Delilah felt her avatar freeze up and fall to the deck. Her green eyes widened in shock as she saw the witch enter her field of view. It was the blonde-haired lady from the wanted poster! Blue eyes narrowed at her predicament and the witch smiled smugly before giving a satisfied nod. Holding a rapier in one hand with unconscious grace, she traced a sigil over her body with the point, then whirled at Jacklyn's shout from behind her.
"Don't hurt her, she's our sister too!"
SISTER?!?!?!
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Jacklyn grinned with satisfaction as the diesel engine coughed twice and began to idle. Taking a swig from the jar of 80 proof 'throat lubricant' on top of it, she wiped her hands with a rag before poking her head out the hatch to the engine room.
Delilah popped in as she watched, then Jacklyn's brown eyes widened in horror as Colombe leapt down behind her, drawing her sword.
Shit shit shit! I forgot to tell Colombe about sending that owl off to get Del here!!
"Petrificus Totalus!"
Jacklyn burst out of the hold, shouting at the top of her lungs to ward off the impending garbage fire.
"Don't hurt her, she's our sister too!"
Jacklyn felt her heart resume beating as Colombe stared at her in shock before whirling to look down at Delilah, then back to Jacklyn. The rapier's point slowly dropped as the other sword-spirit stared back and forth, then Colombe made a slashing gesture with her sword over Delilah to dispel her spell. As the youngest of the three sisters picked herself up off the deck, Colombe began to laugh helplessly, tears running down her cheeks before suddenly heading to the rail to yet again water the fish.
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One short set of explanations later found the three of them in the cabin staring at the small arsenal on the table, all of which were glowing the exact same light pink color thanks to the magical lineage spell Delilah had cast. Jackie was finally the first to stir, picking her boarding cutlass up and sheathing it, before looking at the other two.
"You shouldnae have doubted the word of Cap'n Jacklyn, the Red Fox of the Sargasso Sea! Now this calls for a dram of grog to celebrate this reunion! Splice the mainbrace, for the sun is o'er the yardarm!"
As the pirate turned to go collect some hooch from the cargo, Colombe shook her head slowly. "Bon sang! I could stand a stiff drink. Um..." The elder sword blushed and then extended her hand to the younger revolver. "No hard feelings about the curse?"
Delilah took the offered hand and clasped it, her green eyes meeting her aristocratic sister's blue. "No hard feelings. Mind you, did you have to cause all that trouble getting out of town? What possessed you to pick a fight with the Klan and the Scourers?!?"
Colombe gave a sheepish shrug as she sheathed her rapier. "It seemed like a good idea at the time, Delilah."
"You must be related to Jackie. At least I got Mom's brains. Generally." Delilah absently replied as she automatically checked her cartridges before holstering her true form.
