Tag Archives: Tanta

Buildings

Posted on April 17, 2019 by

“This contest,”  Tanta asked.  “Gonna be at the usual place?” “Of course”  The countess replied.  “It is tradition.” The three ladies (though two would smirk at being called such) sat at a small table between practices.  Bottles of water and … Continue reading →

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Follow the Money

Posted on March 21, 2019 by

  “The problem is,”  Mike said, looking down at his comms, “money.” Free waited for Mike to continue his thought as she now recognised the tone change as him going into lecture mode.  Tanta was now in her quarters and … Continue reading →

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Dance

Posted on March 21, 2019 by

Mike and Free sat on the floor with their backs against the mirrored wall watching Tanta teach dance to the Gallente nobility.  It was probably just coincidence that they also had a clear line of sight to both entries into … Continue reading →

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Before departure

Posted on November 29, 2018 by

It was a larger than normal crowd in the graveyard.  What was normally a quiet time for Mike and Tanta had blossomed into a full family event (living and dead) and the spread of food and drink covered more than … Continue reading →

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Interlude between Minutes

Posted on October 6, 2018 by

If you are looking for more minutes, see the next post, this one needed to be done, it was yelling at me to be written “Where the hell are we going, anyways”  Mike asked, walking beside Free. “Wondered how long … Continue reading →

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Where have you been?

Posted on September 25, 2018 by

Mike looked about the hanger and saw that nobody was willing to meet his eyes.  She stood in front of him waiting for an answer,  “Um well there is the Bus . . . ” “The Bus does not keep … Continue reading →

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Practice and Training

Posted on May 7, 2017 by

“Encore . . . point!  encore, encore, center yourself mes petits.  Always keep your centre.”  Tanta watched the students with a critical eye as they continued to do the same steps over and over and over. — The knife flew … Continue reading →

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Infiltration preparation

Posted on January 31, 2015 by

“You remember what I told ya.”  She reached up and touched Frees hair, brushing a strand back into place. “Oui, Tanta, I remember.”  Free nodded and then smiled.  “Now I am doing it, the repeating myself.  The story is solid, … Continue reading →

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Tantas Kitchen, tullderr

Posted on November 13, 2014 by

Fair warning, this is a summary of the third day of the CSM summer summit, you would be far better off reading the real minutes as this is in character and mainly written because I said I would.  But the … Continue reading →

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Second Tullder

Posted on November 6, 2014 by

Mike hitched up his jacket to keep the holster accessible and leaned back on the park bench.  Tanta was knitting and Ruis was standing nearby splitting his attention between the kids playing and the two sitting. “Tanta said yous talkin … Continue reading →

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