Twitch Chat Story One

Arthur wandered along the empty halls of a long forgotten and empty building, the moon casting strange shadows through the cracked glass roof. His footsteps sounded heavily around him, the mixture of heavy marble tile and mostly enclosed space sending the noise in each direction before bouncing it back toward him. It was an eerie place, one he wished never to visit. But this building, so said his mentor, was important.

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Fantasy Civil Service – Prologue

King Alfred sat on his throne, bored and tired. Although it was great that his Kingdom now exisisted unmolested by any credible foreign threat, the lack of wars, and all that entailed, meant he now spent all his time back at his castle. Being at his castle meant he had to deal with his subjects. Dealing with his subjects was one of the many reasons he had started his campaigns of war in the first place. War had meant excitement for him, and for most of his people. When you are fighting for your lives that really is all you could concentrate on. When you weren’t, well, any old nonsense became something ‘you should take to the King’.

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The Silver Tart – Part Seven

KrisBee spent no time in getting him and Gache on the move. Bakewell Street was a long street with many small avenues and alleyways leading off it. Even though each of these had their own names, most were found only on official maps or old tax reports. To most Bakewell Street now encompassed the street it self and a majority of the surrounding area. This was due, in part, to Madame Pomme and her insatiable appetite for power and prestige. Of course she had help, both KrisBee and Gache once being counted in that small group. KrisBee knew that Gache could not be seen on this street, at least not for long. An Inspector such as Gache had enemies all over Cake Stand City, but the densest concentration was by far located here.

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The Silver Tart – Part Six

The import section of Bakewell Street was a strange place to be. Technically and legally home to all imports into Cake Stand City the majority of the trade was illegal in some manner. That was not to say that everything being imported was an illegal good, but when an import duty was dodged or a cake allowed access to items not authorised for them, a legal good becomes illegal.

Bread knew he and Muffin had been sent here purely to be out of the way. Gache could have let them stay in the office but that was not his way. Bread also knew that Gache wanted his take on Muffin. So far his opinion was not very good.

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The Silver Tart – Part Five

From the salacious strawberry to the lascivious lemon, the radiant raspberry to the captivating cherry, the bewitching blackberry to the down right dirty custard, if you were looking for a good time and had the dough to spend, Bakewell Street was where you headed. Home not only to the licensed brothels and bordellos, if your were looking for an extra ounce of icing sugar or liquor, this was the place to come. Situated on the middle tier, with its own access to the complicated lift system, Bakewell Street was the place for shady shenanigans in Cake Stand City.

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The Silver Tart – Part Four

Lemon Muffin paced around the office, a bad case of verbal diarrhoea following in her wake. It was clear to Inspector Gache that Lemon Muffin was uneasy about the idea; this was a good thing. Yes he needed to know that Muffin would follow his lead over any others, but it was never wise to get into business with anyone who would screw over old loyalties at a drop of a hat. Still, her constant verbal reasoning with herself was getting a little much and he needed to move this along.

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