[Sept21] Tribble Month 15: Lies

Challenge: The main character must be an unreliable narrator. The same narrator must have at least one vice.

This story was delayed because getting the challenge took a while. I’ll work on catching up on the lost day during the weekend since right now there’s life happening quite a lot.

This is a continuation to [Sept21] Tribble Month 14: Answers.

“Ingolf, why’d you really do it?”
I cleared my throat and told, “That vest was originally mine, but he stole it from me under the guise of a debt that I had! He’s been stringing me along for years by giving me hope that I’d be able to get it back! I simply took back what was mine!”
The others looked at each other. I was certain that they would believe me — after all, they did know of my gambling problem and the debts.

[Sept21] Tribble Month 14: Answers

Theme: Life’s Little Luxuries.

Optional prompt: He was so bad at gardening that even the plastic plants died. by me.

This is a continuation to [Sept21] Tribble Month 13: A Time Traveler.

Tymon shuffled to me in the evening, looking like he wanted to talk about something.
“Well?” I asked. “Get on with it, Tymon.”
“They were right,” Tymon announced. “I can’t die from injuries, but my body doesn’t regenerate either, so I will die of old age at some point. The magician called it ‘pseudo-immortality’. If I get crushed badly enough, my body won’t be able to regenerate, at which point it’s for the best to destroy the whole thing and put me out of my misery.” He paused.
“Anything more?”
“If my body gets fully destroyed before death, my spirit will become a ghoul.”
A ghoul out of all the awful things in the world… “Shit. Does anyone else know?”
“Only you and Bolotseseg.”
“Good. Don’t let Ingolf know.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
“Very well. I’ll keep this info in mind with future tasks. Now, enjoy life’s little luxuries while you can.”
“Thanks, I will.”

Once Tymon was gone, I turned to the plants I had. The only thing that remained of Kholad.

Oh, Kholad… So bad at gardening that even the plastic plants died. How it was possible, I don’t know, but he was that bad until I taught him how to handle plants properly.

Man, I miss you so much every day…

[Sept21] Tribble Month 13: A Time Traveler

Theme: Tricky Time Travel.

Optional prompt: “Sir, my only job is to push the grey button in case of emergency or the other grey button for tea time.” by SarcasticCupcake5.

This is a continuation to [Sept21] Tribble Month 2021 12: Observations on Livergreen – Family Ties.

We did not get to leave Livergreen before the messenger appeared on our ship.

“That was fast,” I commented.

“Time travel,” the messenger explained.

I suppressed a groan. “Great.”

“Where is the man named Tymon?”

“Here.” Tymon stepped forward.

“Good. This will explain everything you need to know.” The messenger handed a small tablet to Tymon.

“Thank you.” Tymon bowed his head as he accepted the tablet.

“Now, I must go. Farewell.” The messenger disappeared.

Harper scratched their head. “That guy was in a hurry.”

“Time travel is the trickiest thing mages have managed to make a reality. The longer you stay in the past, the riskier it gets for the whole timeline. I think messengers like that are the only ones who have a relatively easy access to it.” I shook my head. “If you need anything, I’ll be in my quarters.”

“Sir, my only job is to push the grey button in case of emergency or the other grey button for tea time.”

I shook my head at the memory and turned the page. Why did they have to resort to time traveling with us? Could they not send an email or something? It wasn’t like I was going to take my crew out of the coverage area especially now.

I shook my head again and closed the album. “Fuck this. Myrial, stop thinking about that thing. It’s in the past and you don’t even have a crew like that anymore. Let it go.”

Well, that was far, far easier said than done.

Poor Durlona…

[Sept21] Tribble Month 2021 12: Observations on Livergreen – Family Ties

Theme: Family Ties.

Optional prompt: Tracking the lineage is tricky when everyone keeps marrying each other’s cousins. by CassidyPeterson.

This is a continuation to [Sept21] Tribble Month 11: Observations on Livergreen – 7 Deadly Sins.

“So, how’d it go?” I asked.

“Well, the magician we delivered the deck to was dead, so we had to talk to their… umm…” Tymon turned to Bolotseseg. “What exactly was their relation?”

Bolotseseg scratched her head. “I lost track at the second time a cousin was mentioned.”

I snorted. “That’s Livergreen for you. Tracking family lineages is a true pain when everyone keeps marrying each other’s cousins to keep the magic going strong in the family.” I smirked at the faces the two made. “Anyhoo, what did the descendant say?”

“That it’s hard to say especially this long after the incident, but chances are that the tarot deck did give me an immortality of some sort.”

“‘Of some sort’?” I repeated.

“Apparently it’s possible that I will die of old age or if my body gets destroyed since so far I haven’t showed signs of the regeneration true immortals have.”

“So the Everlive talk was bullshit at least for some part?”

“Potentially. The magician will send me a messenger when he’s analyzed the data he got off my body and can tell more.”

“So, we can leave then?”

“If we have somewhere else we ought to go, yes.”

“Good. I’m not particularly fond of Livergreen.”

[Sept21] Tribble Month 11: Observations on Livergreen – 7 Deadly Sins

Theme: 7 Deadly Sins.

Optional prompt: His passion rivaled the fire of the sun. by SarcasticCupcake5.

This is a continuation to [Sept21] Tribble Month 10: Effects of a Delivery.

Livergreen… The city of magic of all sorts, legal and illegal.

And, frankly, the only city I have seen in my life where you can see painfully accurate representations of each of the so-called 7 deadly sins with ease. It was nothing like in my home where behavior like what one could see on these streets would make you viewed as a hooligan.

My brother would have thrived here, with that passion that, according to himself, rivaled the fire of the sun.

Too bad that fiery passion got him killed in vain.

At least the guy who got the tarot deck was a decent fellow, so I let Tymon — and Bolotseseg, who wanted to accompany him — go to them alone. In the meantime, I’d watch this strange mixture of a hellhole and a prosperous magical city and archive photos.

[Sept21] Tribble Month 10: Effects of a Delivery

Theme: Magical Mishaps.

Optional prompt: A cursed tarot deck where each card drawn triggers a magical phenomenon related to the card by The-Livewriter.

This is a follow-up to [Sept21] Tribble Month 2021 9: Duplicates.

“Uh, Myrial? Do you have a moment?”
I looked up from my photo collection to see Tymon at my door. “Sure, come on in. And close the door before bugs get in.”
Tymon did as I told and hovered near my table.
“Well? Spit it out.”
“You remember that tarot deck we handled in a shipment the year before last year?”
“The one that used a spell related to the drawn card automatically?”
“Yeah, that one.”
“Definitely. I mean, that’s why Phala still has those scars. The wounds from Seven of Swords never healed.”
Tymon grimaced. “Yeah…”
I frowned. “What about it? Do we have another cursed thing to be delivered?”
“No! It’s… it’s just… I… I drew The Sun out of it when no one could see. I was wondering if it had imprinted on me on pickup and simply lashed out on Phala because of that and when it didn’t give me any ill effects upon drawing a card, I figured that was probably the case.”
“So that’s why you were so insistent on handling it.”
“Partially. That gig was my idea, after all, so I felt responsible.”
I reminisced the meaning of The Sun. “Do you think that may be why you’re now immortal?”
“It’s the number one theory I have. I mean… I’m fairly certain I wasn’t born with it.”
“Well, vitality is a common association with it, so I suppose it could have done that…” I sought out the photo of the damn deck. “Do you want to go meet the magician who uses the deck?”
“They might be able to shed some light on whether or not my current… state was caused by it.”
“Then we’ll set course to Livergreen.”
“Thank you, Myrial.”

[Sept21] Tribble Month 2021 9: Duplicates

Theme: Love is in the Air.

This is a follow-up to [Sept21] Tribble Month 8: An Offending Photo.

“Myrial’s duplication spells are something else, aren’t they?” Bolortseseg giggled.
“They are.” Tymon leaned his head against hers. “I can see a reason why her people are called Archivists by anyone who can’t pronounce Heyiadl properly.”
“Glad you like them.” I piped up, grinning.
The two jumped apart, looking like two teenagers caught doing something unsavory.
“Myrial!” Tymon exclaimed. “I didn’t notice you there.”
I rolled my eyes. “Of course you didn’t. You were too busy savoring both the memory brought up by that photo and Bolortseseg’s presence.”
Tymon stuttered something that tried to resemble a protest, but the blush on the pair’s cheeks said more than enough.
I snorted. “Just try not to be too handsy when you’re not certain there’s no one else present.”
They both nodded.
I grinned. “Good. Now carry on, I’ll see myself out.”

[Sept21] Tribble Month 8: An Offending Photo

Challenge: The story must be at least 75% dialogue.

While this is a follow-up to [Sept21] Tribble Month 2021 7: Findings, there is a POV change and a time skip between the two stories. I’m currently planning to do POV cycles, one for each challenge, and potentially keep this TM’s stories as just one – hopefully contained – big story.

In case you’re wondering about how much dialogue this story has, I counted that 24 out of 152 is not dialogue, which makes the dialogue percentage 84.21%.

“You can’t keep that photo!”
“Yes, I can, Ingolf. I outrank you, you filthy traitor! And you bet I will stick it somewhere where everyone can see it!”
“Myrial, please. That’s just petty.”
“Maybe you should’ve thought about that when Tymon ‘died’.”
“I had no idea he’d survive! He wasn’t supposed to survive!”
“Besides, you’re lucky you didn’t get a knife in the stomach for what you did after you returned his vest.”
Ingolf sighed. Of course he sighed. “Look… can we just move on? It’s bad enough as it is.”
“Nope.” I turned to leave the room. “You bet everyone on this ship is going to remember this forever. And now there’s absolutely no way you’ll be able to remove Tymon, ever, because everyone will remember your face when he resurfaced from the ocean, alive and well.”
“Myrial, wait-“
I slammed the door behind me.
Ingolf ran into the door.

[Sept21] Tribble Month 2021 7: Findings

Theme: Into the Dragon’s Lair.

Optional prompt: Amid the sapphire, emerald, and glittering pearl eggs in the nest lay a smaller dull, grey egg. by SarcasticCupcake5.

This is a follow-up to [Sept21] Tribble Month 2021 6: Explanations, Finally.

The rotting, greyed world was a depressing sight Bluberia hadn’t prepared me for. Still, I trudged forward; the scanner told me that there was a concentration of Gemium ahead of me.

In a cave with an entrance littered with bones and growling coming from deep inside.

Still, I was an Everlive. I couldn’t die — hopefully — so I should be fine. If I was going to live forever, I’d better learn to handle pain better.

Into the proverbial dragon’s lair it was. I stepped past the bones into the unknown.

Inside the cave, I was met with sapphire, emerald, and glittering pearl eggs, and among them, a nest with a smaller dull, grey egg. The scanner pointed to the grey egg, indicating that it had a lot of Gemium in it.

Unfortunately, a dragon circled around me and blocked the egg from view.

“What do you want?” the dragon hissed.

“I, um, I…”

“Do you want my egg, too? Or just a plain death wish?”

“No! I’m-I’m looking for the reason for the nature’s state! I was told that it’s probably caused by Gemium. This scanner led me here.” I waved the scanner.

The dragon growled. “You’re one of them.”

“One of who? Um, I probably am not… I fell to the bottom of the ocean and was asked to see what’s going on since it’s probably eco-terrorists and-“

The dragon burst into laughter. “Fool! You are working for eco-terrorists! They’re using you to get their hands on my egg. Gemium doesn’t rot the environment, although oxidized Thes does.”

I had seen oxidized Thes in my scans. “Oh… Shit.”

“Leave and report that. Don’t trust whoever gave you that scanner. And, more importantly, go home.”

“Okay. Will do.”

I ran for the exit.

What the fuck had I gotten myself into?!

[Sept21] Tribble Month 2021 6: Explanations, Finally

Theme: Let’s Eat!

Optional prompt: “After the incident, I never ate another carrot.” by SarcasticCupcake5.

This is a follow-up to [Sept21] Tribble Month 5: A High-Tech Scanner.

“And after that incident, I never ate another carrot,” I concluded the story I had somehow ended up telling. Fortunately, the underwater cuisine did not include carrots — it was basically fish and seaweed and whatnot, as I had expected, although onions had been a surprise — so I did not have to worry about the incident repeating — as if it would have repeated without Ingolf around anyway.

Honestly, in retrospect that fucker had been trying to kill me for a while and I just didn’t realize it.

I’d better get back to the surface and set the records straight as soon as possible.

“So, what exactly is this Everlive stuff you talked about?”

“There are people who will not die to injuries, no matter how grave. They simply wake up after being unconscious after injuries, as if they had come back to life. We call those people Everlives.”

“And you think I’m an Everlive?”

“You survived a severe stabbing you should have died to, did you not, Tymon?”

I thought back to when I had woken up on that boat. “Yeah… I thought that I did die.”

“Yet you woke up.”

“So, in other words, I’m immortal?”


“But if these eco-terrorists attack, I will feel pain and pass out if injured too badly?”

“Correct. But you will not die. You will never die.”

“Okay. Cool.”

I had a bad feeling in my gut that Bluberia was not telling me something, but since I had a fucker to deal with, I needed to get this quest done and then find my way back home somehow.

I mean, what else could I do at this point?