Here’s my official Fic-a-thon entry,
enjoy the introduction of a type of magical creature rarely mentioned
in fiction. Next story: Clamcor
Maddie swung the pink, spiked baseball
bat that her dad had given her into the side of smugglers head with a
sickening thud and watched him go down hard. Breathing heavily, she
spun around only to find that there were were no foes left.
It had been more than a year and a
half since Toby’s death, she still hadn’t completely forgiven him for
not letting her be a proper Mizar sooner, perhaps if she had been
things would be different. Ever since the two had that talk after the
funeral she had been undergoing intensive training in combat,
magic and tactics. Then yesterday Alcor
had told her about the smugglers who would soon be docking in
Spokeane. Father and daughter had blipped to the harbour and Alcor
had called out a challenge from the bottom of the gangplank, and in a
few seconds the two had been surrounded by a dozen thugs.
Maddie looked down at the burned and
beaten bodies of the smugglers and was violently sick. Her dad flew
down from where he’d been burning ‘Alcor and Mizar were here’ into
the side of the small container ship and put his arm around her.
“Are you okay Mizar?”
“I’m fine Alcor, I just didn’t
expect them to make that noise when hit with this thing.
Alcor looked around at the carnage,
“Your aunt Mabel would be proud kid.”
The girl smiled faintly, “thanks,
now lets go rescue those captives.”
The two quickly made their way though
the ship taking out the few stragglers as they went, a few
surrendered and were left tied togather on the deck for the poliece
to pick up. Once the pair were sure there was no one left, the two
made their way to the cargo hold,.
Most of the hold was filled with boxes
of magical contraband, but about a third of it was divided between a
workshop and several rows of empty cages. Confused, Maddie went to
look at the workshop and started crying. It was filled with dissected
corpses, the organs of which were carefully preserved for sale.
“We’re too late,” she said softly.
“No look!” Alcor was standing by
the farthest cage.
Cowering in the cage was the weirdest
looking magical creature that Maddie had ever seen. It looked like an
old fashioned paper umbrella but instead of a handle it had a single,
long, birdlike leg. On the oiled paper were two rips, on of with
showed a single round eye, and the second had a look slimey tongue
poking out.
“What is it…?”
“Alcor knelt down and began picking
the cages lock with his claw. “Its a Karakasa Kozo or paper
umbrella priest boy. You know how these smugglers came from Japan,
well those islands have some pretty weird magic energies which often
result it old objects and animals changing, like this guy.
Alcor grinned with satisfaction as the
lock clicked open.
Maddie rolled her eyes, “Your such a
dork Alcor.” She pushed her dad away from the cage and knelt down
in front of it. “Its okay little one,” she said comfortingly. “We
got rid of all the smugglers, your safe now and we’ll take you back
to your home.”
The umbrella yokai began crying, “No
home, nowhere to go! Rikku and friends give bad men everything to
take us to better life across big water. Bad men lock all in cages
then kill one by one. Only Rikku left. Bad men say Rikku have no
insides to sell. Rikku have no home, no family and now, no
friends…” It broke down completely, howling with misery.
Maddie took the weeping yokai in her
arms and gently rocked it. “There, there, you can come stay with
us, we’ll give you a place to belong.”
Alcor gave his daughter a look that
spoke volumes, she shot him one back that said more. They locked eyes
for a long moment but finally the demon nodded, he knew she was right
and this kind of creature wasn’t dangerous. Still there was something
he’d have to discuss with his daughter later. He snapped his fingers
and blipped the three home.
Rikku would go on to live with them
for the next three years, it took months to recover from his terrible
ordeal and begin making trips outside the house. He loved to jump out
and surprise visitors with a huge oiley lick, but he would only do
that to Maddie if she was having a particularly bad nightmare about
Toby. It never failed to jerk her awake. He would often wait
anxiously while Maddie was out cult bashing with her dad. In the end
he got a job at a haunted house attraction, which paid enough for him
to live on his own, even then he would often come to visit them.
AO3He stared at the tape, and tapped it. “What is this?”
“It’s an ancient video recording. Only 50 dollars.” Alcor stared at it. On one hand, he had way too much junk in his hat. (When was the last time he emptied it out again…?) On the other hand, however, he didn’t really have much to lose. He reached in his shirt, and grabbed out his infinite wallet, giving him a hundred dollar bill. “Keep the change.” The guy simply shrugged, and took it. “Thanks dude.” “No problem.“
Alcor blipped over to the house, in the middle of a episode of ‘Acquaintances’– One of The Flock’s favorite sit-coms. “Hey guys, mind if I borrow the TV?” He asked. The Flock – specifically Missy, Not Our Future, Devil’s Child, Curses, and Bananas, – groaned. Some dully accepted Alcor’s request, others whined. “B̺̹̣̺͇̟u̙͉͞t̸̖̭̭ w͏ͅe͕͎̳̫͠ ̻̭j͔͚͞u̳̙s̺̟̠͇t̴̘͙ g̘o͇̲̺t̟͠ ͎̞̰̙͍͈̟ṯ̱̖ͅo̳̬͔̗͎̲̞ ̝̪̥̱t͇͍͈h̡̪̦̘̹̱̰e̝͕̘͇̞͈͉ ̢̳̜͚g̨͈o͍̪̪͡o̡d̘̮̭̬ ͖̖̕ͅp̷̪̩̼̞̝̞a̧̞̱̜r̡͉̫̦̮͖̦̤t̙̼͕̝!̤̬” Sauron complained.
“Guys, you can literally watch this anytime you want. I can turn this on at the exact moment you left it.” The Flock mumbled, upset, but they knew Alcor was right. The balls of fluff and emotions slowly trickled out the door, until only a few dreams were left, namely Star, Incandescence, and Quiet. “We’ll watch it with you.” Incandescence said. Alcor got up, and slipped the tape in, and it clicked, flickering on. Bright colors flooded the screen. Alcor’s eyes widened, and he stopped breathing as grinning characters and pastel colors filled the TV. and a star leaped across the screen, words in cursive labelling the show. “Mizar The Magnificent.”
oh boy did i have a weird dream last night. of course, it was about the transcendence au, which is…a milestone? maybe? is dreaming about something you like a milestone of any kind? im considering it one.
And, well, here they are. Not every, but most Mizars. Seventeen of them, in fact. In one picture. Drawn on my iPhone. Over the course of a few days.
I have had so much fun, you guys.
It’s really been interesting just how distinct they all are. How easy it is to recognize at least those of them that have a canon physical desription. Not that I didn’t spend time making sure even those who lacked one or had just a partial one looked different from the others. They all have unique skin tones, and I had so much fun with the hair. Never drawn braids this well before.
You can make a game of this, though. See how many Mizars you can name without cheating.
If you don’t feel like doing that, I’ll leave a cheat sheet under the cut. 😉
“Indeed it has, Miss Roswell. A couple of
years, I think?” Dipper smiled as he reached out and shook the hand of Maddie’s
homeroom teacher. He liked her. She was young, but very good at her job. Not
too cosy with the students to teach effectively, and still friendly enough to
let each student feel like they were heard.
Here’s my thing for TAU’s second birthday ficathon!
“Hey, Toby?” Maddie asked, sprawled out on the couch, her crown that declared her the eight-year-old princess disheveled on her head.
“Yeah, Madds?” Toby said from the kitchen, scrubbing sparkly pink aftermath of a little girl birthday party off the counter.
“Does Daddy have a birthday?”
Toby hesitated for just a moment. “Of course he does. Everyone has a birthday.”
“Then why don’t we ever celebrate it?” she sat up and looked over the couch at her brother. Toby was cleaning up an apparent color bomb that had gone off during Maddie’s birthday, and their dad had to leave on a ‘work related emergency’ just a few minutes earlier.
“Well,” Toby put down his towel. “I’ve never thought of that, actually.” he rested his chin in his hand.”We’ve just never really celebrated it I guess.” he shrugged and went back to cleaning off the counter.
“Well that’s not nice!” Maddie stood up on the couch, her pink and gold Princess Mizar dress fluttering around her knees. “Daddy always celebrates our birthdays, so we need to celebrate his too! It’s not nice to ignore his birthday!”
Maddie was still getting used to the idea that her dad, her utter dork of an overprotective goofball dad, was actually a demon masquerading in human form for the sole purpose of raising her and Toby.
And not just any demon, oh no, but Alcor the freaking Dreambender, most powerful demon known to humankind. The Twin Star, unholy offspring of nightmares and the void, unpredictable and unknowable, The Forgotten One, The…okay Maddie forgot the rest, she hadn’t really paid attention after awhile in that class. Alcor had too many titles for a human to remember, anyway.
But still. Her dad. A demon.
And he was still a dork! How was that even possible?
Now that Dipper was a demon, and he had a reputation to maintain, he felt he needed to look and act the part. Dignified, suave, cultured, with a hint of menace and danger.
There was one slight problem with keeping up that facade, however, and it boiled down to this – once a dork, always a dork.
Oh, he could manage it when he was ‘working’, but it shattered soon after getting home, around people he could trust.
And while Dipper loved playing the violin, which could be highly dignified, a respected and cultured instrument, and he enjoyed playing it for his family, well…he also loved his old sousaphone and no amount of faked dignity could hide it.
Luckily, the triplets liked it when their silly uncle got out the ‘big blorty-horn’, as they called it. (They were four. Mabel thought it was adorable, and so did the rest of the family, they just weren’t as vocal about it as she was.)
They loved his violin, too, but most of the time, it was for soothing, for lullabies and nighttime. The sousaphone, on the other hand, was loud, and obnoxious, and perfect for entertaining toddlers.
Dipper was in the middle of giving his stars their own personal sousaphone concert (with Stan providing backup in the form of sarcastic commentary from inside the house each time there was a pause) when he felt the pull of an unavoidable summons.