#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

Okiku Part II (Airisu POV): Post 45
#Wss366 Gauge #TimeTravelAuthors Whatever

Sumika passed her copy of Madousho Mōrō, aka Grimoire Obscuriea, to Seirei-onna. The firelight played across its pages as the shaman leafed through them. The turmoil reflected in her countenance while my mistress had told the story of Banchō Sarayashiki had faded, and it was hard to #gauge what she was thinking.

She closed the volume, saying, “This is my book. A Nanban sorcerer gave it to me. A foreign thing but powerful. The spells I don’t recognize.”

“There aren’t many,” Sumika said.

“They will come with time if you are worthy.”

“A plan. A plan,” I broke in. How long would these two fiddle-faddle? We had a mission to complete!

“Yes, little one.” She leaned across the fire, reached out, and stroked my head.

I froze, somewhere between terror and sheer bliss. My eyes rolled back as the ecstasy won out. Did I trust Mistress enough to allow her this pleasure? Umm… Warm… Fuzzy… Indeed, I could reward her that way.

The shaman resumed, “As I said, you should find Osakabe-hime. I will teach you how to pass through the castle unobserved.”

The old woman withdrew her hand and returned to her place. She opened Sumika’s grimoire and passed her fingers across a page. “Weave a straw cloak and follow these directions exactly. As long as you wear it, you’ll be invisible to most people. Osakabe-hime won’t be one of them.”

“How can I make a straw cloak?” Mistress asked.

“There is a shrine to Inari Ōkami in the town outside the castle. Tell the priest that Seirei-tsukai sent you and that you require a kakuremino.”

“I am grateful.”

“Wait, there’s more. There are risks involved when you’re dealing with one such as Osakabe-hime. She is a nine-tailed kitsune: powerful and wise. They say those who see her face die, and even if they don’t, she can manipulate their minds to do her bidding. Only a powerful person can withstand her. Knowing this, do you still wish to continue?”

“Yes, please proceed,” Sumika said without hesitation.

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#wss366 prompt: #gauge

Nestor frowned. His brow furrowed, and he leaned forward and tapped the gauge. The needle stubbornly refused to move.
“Cally,” he called, “we’ve got a low pressure in the Kugelbizer, tube six.”
Rapid footsteps approached from behind him, and a firm hand pushed him aside. An exhausted-looking woman, bags under her eyes, peered at the offending gauge. She reached out and tapped it, twice, her nail clicking against the glass. Once again, the needle refused to move. Cally spun on her heel and took three quick steps to the open doorway, beyond which lay a tangled mass of piping and vessels, clouds of steam and the shimmer of heat, accompanied by hisses, rumbles, and the occasional shriek of relieved pressure. At least, Nestor hoped it was relieved pressure...
“Gunter!” Cally yelled. “Tube six KB is reading fifteen pounds low. Get the leak team out there, pronto! And make sure they take a reality anchor, this time – we don’t want a repeat of last month – piping techs are expensive, we can’t afford to have class three apparitions trying to tear their arms off again!”
A dimly-heard reply brought an approving nod, then Cally turned back into the room.
“Get on the tube,” she said to Nestor. “Alert the corporeality mage team. I want them robed up and ready to go if the fat hits the fire.”
“Right away, boss!” Nestor said with a nod. As he turned to the bank of speaking tubes on the wall of the control room, he shook his head. He wondered why he still worked in a magic refinery. The money was good… but so was your chance of being torn limb from limb by some eldritch horror, or worse – drawn into their world, never to be seen again.
He glanced up at the board on the wall, at those hated words:
“It has been [16] days since the last lost-time incident”

(previously: https://aus.social/@Bern/115559269950557462 )

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#wss366 prompt: #crude Ebaan leaned over the rail of the gondola and peered down at the forest drifting by beneath. A brown scar cut through the greenery, with a thick black line in the centre. "That's nearly twelve thousand barrels of crude a day," Luka said, leaning on the rail beside him with a grin. "Liquid gold. Making the company a fortune. And good for our stock options, too!" "It's certainly a lot," Ebaan nodded. "What's the going rate?" "Forty-seven and twelve, delivered to the refinery." Ebaan lifted his eyes to the horizon, framed beneath the nose of the dirigible. The pipeline beneath disappeared into a brown haze of pollution, hiding its destination. "Certainly sounds profitable. Extraction cost can't be more than twenty-three, twenty-five." He frowned. "What's the transit cost?" "Six and thirty-seven," Luka said, his voice sounding smug. Ebaan turned to look at him, brow furrowed. "That can't be right! The capital cost of the pipeline alone must be more than that! What about maintenance crews?" Luka waved a hand dismissively. "Nah, it's just a big pipe. Why do we need to spend money on maintenance?" Ebaan's jaw dropped open. "You don't send crews out to check the wards? How do you stop leaks?" "Leaks?!" Luka barked a laugh. "Don't be stupid. It's inch-thick steel. Nothing's getting through that!" Ebaan shook his head, eyes wide. "It's crude magic, Luka! You need those wards to insulate it! Give it a mind to coalesce around, and it'll eat through a *foot* of steel in a day!" Luka looked smug. "That's why we've got the two-hundred yard exclusion zone, patrolled by these dirigibles. Anyone who enters is shot on sight." Ebaan pinched the bridge of his nose and grimaced. "You bloody idiots," he muttered. "Even a mosquito has a mind..." #tootfic #microfiction #writing

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The Wandering Shop Stories #prompt for today, Thu-4-Jun, is #gauge. Feel like writing something short and sweet that has the word "gauge" in it? Check out the definitions of the word at: https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/gauge Join in and tag it with #wss366! #writing #WritingLife #microfiction h/t @NaraMoore
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Definition of 'gauge' by Merriam-Webster

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Why Does The USGS Use The Spelling "Gage" Instead Of "Gauge"?
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https://www.usgs.gov/faqs/why-does-usgs-use-spelling-gage-instead-gauge <-- shared technical post
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https://labs.waterdata.usgs.gov/visualizations/gages-through-the-ages/index.html <-- shared link, “[USGS] Gages Through the Ages - How the history of streamgaging reflects the evolving water needs of the nation”
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“[1888 graduate student Frederick Haynes] Newell is purported to be the person responsible for the adoption of the USGS spelling of “gage” instead of “gauge”. Around 1892, Newell reasoned that “gage” was the proper Saxon spelling before the Norman influence added a 'u'…”
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