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Portfolio Entries from joshua mcdermott

  1. Violette (part 6)

    A few months back I would not have been able to travel more than a meter with that trick, but now I can do nearly a hundred. Enough to get me away from the immediate area, then it's all up to White Fox and Crease to keep Victory for catching me. Catching us really, as while I looked to be alone that whole time, the team had been just up the road and ready to step in if things went south. White Fox, also known as my friend Dahlia, is a master of visual manipulation. She can make nearly...
  2. Gentry (part 5)

    The red demon-masked Villain was in front of us, and then she just wasn’t. Five seconds later Victory plummets from above to hover about a meter off the tarmac, takes one look at us and the conspicuous absence of the enemy, and returns to the sky. Not worth her time is what one could not help but read from that. It’s only the third time I have ever seen our titular leather, and it makes me realize that this visit may have been a small move in a much larger game. If Victory herself is...
  3. Violette (part 4)

    I guess I got away with shifting my head as they don’t shoot me again. I hear three people arguing but can’t lift my head to confirm. Targets acquired. You know when your friend says “I got a plan” and the plan is to jump into the middle of a fight and get their asses handed to them? Well this is a bit like that, and I am a bit like that friend. The kick hurts, I am not going to lie. Even through the layers of armor it lands hard and the best I can do is roll with it and hope nothing is...
  4. Gentry (part 3)

    Gentry The night is calm after the hail of gun shots that echoed throughout the complex, the reflected sound multiplying and distorting to craft a cacophonous, and seemingly directionless, roar. I turn my feet toward the front gate, a decision based partly on common sense, but mostly driven through instinct. I had pivoted that direction before my conscious mind even had a chance to consider it. Momma says I have a nose for conflict. The facility is a routinely boring place, so the...
  5. Violette (part 2)

    It’s been two weeks since my birthday by the Seine, and I missed those moments of carefree joy. Standing on a hill overlooking some wretched industrial park in my own country, I feel anything but peaceful. The sun is down, the parking lot empty but for a few cars; most the regular workers should have all gone home. There is a truth about being powerful: It makes you care less about others. You care less because you know, deep down, that you no longer physically need a community to...
  6. 25 (part 1)

    Spring arrived with summer looming, and the days were stretching out to match my mood in a fabulous sort of serendipity. Twice I caught myself humming, and once even pursed my lips as if to whistle merrily. Something must be terribly wrong with me, but I was too happy to care. I turned twenty-five on March 23, a day most often remembered for the passing of the ‘Law to Remedy the Distress of People and Reich’, which effectively made Adolf Hitler dictator of Germany. Even this was not...
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