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Friday, August 16, 2019

F³ Balloon


I knew better than to think I had won. Carl had been doing his thing with fire for years, maybe decades. I only had a few years under my belt. Still, the bands were working, so I prepared some more to send out as well as some lightning that would flow along the bands like an electric fence.
Heat erupted out of Carl as he became the Human Freaking Torch in front of my eyes. The air in my bands superheated and exploded like a popped balloon. As quickly as the fire had come, it disappeared.
“Wow,” I said. It was all I could say. I hadn’t seen anything like it except in comic books.
“Next round,” Carl said.



Monday, August 12, 2019

M³ Jacob's Trauma


Joseph, still in disguise, is all too happy to sell the brothers food, although he does ask for a ransom of sorts. In order to know if the brothers are truly spies, he holds one back (Simeon volunteers) and asks that they return with their youngest brother Benjamin. He’s not heartless, though, as he returns the brothers’ money in with their sacks of grain.

Friday, August 9, 2019

F³ Constricted


I could’ve easily won by keeping my distance. Pyreans had nothing on Storm Riders when it came to fighting at a distance. Lightning would cross in an instant, too, no chance of dodging. But I wanted the close combat. I wanted to know how to hold my own up close, and without the home court advantage.
I pulled my board from around my back, and darted forward, looking a lot like the Silver Surfer from comics as I leaned in. Again, I avoided the lightning, not just because it felt like cheating, but because it tended to use a lot of my own energy. I could hold more wind than lightning, so I let the wind circle my fists in tight bands, weaving them into a pattern. It wasn’t solid, like my wall had been. This was something else.
Carl hadn’t been idle, though, getting airborne on his jets again. I didn’t see any kind of obvious attack, but I knew he had to have something ready.
My instinct said to make the first move, to blow him out of the sky and neutralize him before he could attack. I could probably do it, but that was Jack’s way. His words came to mind again from our training. “Hit first, hit hard, then hit the buffet.”

Monday, August 5, 2019

M³ Machinations


Joseph, his identity fully secured against his brothers, really kind of hams up the role, now. Which, as we’ve said, is really kind of a soap opera plot, so why not? He accuses his own brothers of being spies. Which, really, is not that much of a stretch when we consider things from a strategic standpoint.

Friday, August 2, 2019

F³ Burned


Carl recovered, quickly, tossing a couple of fireballs into the air.
Seems half-hearted. I know he can do better than that.
I used jets of air to dodge the fireballs, and gathered up the geyser’s steam cloud into a board shape behind my back. I’d be much more maneuverable on a board than cloud stepping.
Unfortunately, I found out what Carl was really planning. Instead of another fireball, He launched hundreds of fiery needles in a mushroom cloud towards me. Reflexively, I direct a jet of air in front of me, which knocked out some of the needles, but others slipped past the jet, lodging painfully into me, burning holes in my clothing.
“Point, Carl, douchebag.”



Monday, July 29, 2019

M³ Joseph in Disguise


Joseph does not reveal himself to his brothers. In fact, he goes out of his way to make sure that the brothers think he is 100% Egyptian. First, having lived there for at least 10 years, his complexion is probably more like that of an Egyptian. There’s probably not much change there, just a darkening of skin color, but, culturally, Joseph is very Egyptian right now.

Friday, July 26, 2019

F³ Fighting Fire with Fire


Carl was quick, throwing a fireball that splashed against my wall of air. When the flames cleared, he was jetting over it. He had kicked off his shoes and was doing an Iron Man impression. He was about to launch another fireball, but that was probably another distraction so he could get close.

Monday, July 22, 2019

M³ The Plot Thickens


The land of Egypt goes through the plenty and famine just as Joseph interpreted Pharaoh’s dreams. But, you know, funny thing, years of bad crops tend to be more than just local, and the land of Canaan is going through the same thing, which means Jacob and Co. are looking at hard times. Jacob, though, sends his sons, except for the new youngest, Benjamin, to Egypt to buy food. The word is that Egypt had plenty of food to sell during this time.

Friday, July 19, 2019

F³ Sparring


Yellowstone National Park was awesome, but I wasn’t hear for sightseeing. Carl was taking samples from one of the geysers when I landed.
“The fuck do you want, airhead?” He asked, looking over his shoulder.
“I’m hear to pick a fight, flamebrain.” There was no love lost between our elements.

Monday, July 15, 2019

M³ Dream Code


Up until Joseph, we haven’t had dreams. This is a unique method of communication for God when it comes to what we’ve seen so far. Most of the time, God has no problem openly telling people what’s going on, usually in-person. Occasionally there have been angels sent, but it’s always been verbal. It’s always been direct. For it to suddenly to become dreams seems weird.