Being a gamer, you understand a bit as to what writers must go through when the Muse strikes them. You get flashes of character, or scenes that appear in your mind rather like Athena from her father's skull, and alas the headache isn't always optional. Little Wren and I have an ongoing game between us, taking characters that started over twenty years ago, and we've been writing adventures and tales with them and their world for a decade now. Songstress was involved a little too, at the beginning, and other characters were brought in and explored.

May 12, 2005 – Oakland, California

This trip was prime, just as the label said.

This was what I submitted to the Guardians, and also what I sent to submit for Time Rifters. Hope you all enjoy it.

Midnight — Oakland, California

It’d been a pretty hard night, all in all.

Misa considered this as she rounded a corner to try to catch up to the baka doing a runner. The rest of the street gang she’d left in various heaps, here and there, and gangbangers always had at least one cell phone on them. It was starting to become a bit of a calling card for Kitsune, she reflected. Beat up the thugs, pat them down, dial 911 and call it in.

While she talked, she used the plastic tie downs to restrain the gangbangers so they didn’t wander off, and did a little first aid if necessary. Bad cases would get the Ankh of Genbu, but those were thankfully rare. It was rare that a thug could stand up to one of her punches or kicks, but if they were healthy enough to run in a gang, they were healthy enough to take a little chin music.