Tag Archives: Tanta

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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Minutes tullderr

Posted on November 3, 2014 by

“So, de high and mighty comes down ta visit the little folk.”  She swept the checkered cloth out and a wide motion and let it drift down across the grave.  “You set out de food, I gots the other stuff.” Mike … Continue reading →

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Questions of media

Posted on November 1, 2014 by

“Now the first ting ya gots ta do is decide the question they is trying to answer.”  Tanta was sitting with Free as an old comm cycled through various news feeds.  “Each media type pretty much falls into a few … Continue reading →

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Ambush

Posted on February 25, 2014 by

She set the fans to the side and came down a set of steps to the side to rejoin Free.  “He call me dat, bein family.”  The old woman looked up at Free and squinted a bit.  “He mention me, … Continue reading →

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