Round Robin:
Part 8 Round Robin
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and not meant to infringe in any way.
Part 8 (by Val Kyrie)
Val stood before the mirror in her tiny bedroom, putting the final
touches to her traveling outfit on. She'd finally decided on
black "leather" jeans, a billowing white shirt and black platform
boots after spending several panicked hours digging through her
closet looking for suitable clothes to meet her fellow Kiss-sisters
for the final show.
She opened a small velvet covered box and reverently pulled out a
silver chain that had a tiny silver pentagram hanging from it, along
with a small silver sword and silver horseshoe. She clasped the
necklace around her throat and tucked the pendant away under her
shirt. A pair of ornate silver bracelets ended up on her left wrist
and she slipped a couple of rings onto her left hand. One was in the
shape of a spider with a piece of onyx in its abdomen, while the
other was an antique "poison" ring that she'd found at an estate sale
not long ago. A quick check of her appearance satisfied her---for
once, her chin-length red hair looked good, her makeup was just
subtle enough to emphasize her white skin and bright blue eyes, and
for once, she actually FELT comfortable in dressy clothes.
The last thing she did before she grabbed her suitcases and ran for
the door was to make sure the quick draw knives she was never without
were in their wrist sheaths, her knife in her left boot secure, and
the glamorie that hid them as well as the shortsword she belted at
her left hip was working. She swung her cloak over everything and
with one last look about the house, closed the door and headed for
the curb as the airport taxi pulled up. Once she was settled inside
the car, she pulled a Think Pad out of her purse and using the tiny
stylus, flipped through the messages she'd downloaded earlier from
her Yahoo! accounts. There was one message in particular she read
twice, then made sure it was completely deleted out of the little
computer's memory. A troubled expression stayed on her face even as
she boarded the small plane to take her to meet her fellow KISS fans.
If a certain bad guy was on the loose, it would take all of her magic
to stop him if it came down to a fight.
KISS is the property of KISS. This is for entertainment purposes only
and not meant to infringe in any way.