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Post by Allen on Apr 12, 2007 15:38:14 GMT
Okay, I'll explain. In the group fanfic, I accidentally posted only half of my section. Lancer, thinking that that was it, continued on from that point. So here's the thing, what should e do?a) let it go, and leave the story the way it is b) I'll post the rest of my section, and re-open the running for the third, full versionc) Something else, like a mesh of the two pieces. Plz describe your ideas if you vote for this So there you have it. Now it's up to you guys!
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Post by LancerZero on Apr 12, 2007 17:27:35 GMT
I think it should be quite doable for you to edit your post to include the rest of your fanfic post, and then I'll add on to the beginning of mine and make it all fit. I have no doubt that it can be done without undue difficulty.
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Post by Allen on Apr 22, 2007 16:15:25 GMT
(moved here for archive purposes) And yet, there was a part of her that actually wanted something terrible to happen. Perhaps not quite terrible; I do not want anyone hurt. But my existence has become such drudgery of late! Freya stopped skipping rooftops long enough to check the time, eyeing a clock in front of a small cafe. When she saw it, she pumped her fist in exultation and spun back around. YES! My wretched shift is finally at an end! Now I can . . . go home . . . and then what? Idle about until time to go to bed, then wake up and begin again.
The dragoon shook her head ruefully, and resumed her leaping journey. Surely there is more to Fratley and I's life than this! I find it difficult to believe that in the whole of my existence, I am doomed to do nothing important after Necron's defeat. Of course, if I told Fratley, he would say to me 'Freya dear, but you have! You are a role model for young nezumi, particularly the girls; and do not forget you are important to ME.' And he would be right . . .
At last, she reached her own rooftop; but she didn't hop down to go inside. Instead, she remained on the roof, crouched like a bird of prey, thinking. But I am too young to be nothing more than a wife and role model for girls! That is for those who are past their prime; but I am only now reaching it! Is there nothing more for me to do? For Fratley to do, even? He is nearly my equal, at least; we are closely matched, yet we sit here, doing nothing a militia trainee or fresh recruit could not . . . With a heavy sigh, she at last climbed down, and approached the front door.
The house she and Fratley shared was remarkably modest, considering the amount of money and influence the pair had at their disposal. There was the master bedroom with a large adjoining bathroom, a study, a guest bedroom, a kitchen, and a living room. Relatively small, but well-kept and free of excessive clutter. Under normal circumstances, that is . . .
But Freya was greeted by books spread all over the living room floor, and Fratley in the middle of them. He appeared to be taking notes on a small pad of paper, hurriedly jotting things down one after the other. And on the couch sat a nezumi man in the uniform of the royal couriers. Both of them looked up when Freya entered the room, but it was not Fratley that stood to greet her this time. He waved distractedly and went back to his note-taking.
The courier rose and bowed. "A pleasure to meet you, Dame Freya. I have heard you aren't one for small talk, so I suppose I may as well get straight to business. The kingdom has a small task it would like for you and your husband to perform. It is not terribly urgent, nor should it be very dangerous or even necessarily difficult; but it was felt that you both might be getting, ah . . . cabin fever, I believe the expression goes?"
Freya grinned. "Something like that, yes. I think it safe to say that we both would welcome the opportunity to travel the wilds of Gaia once more, even on a metaphorical milk run." She removed her jacket and hat, hanging them both on the rack near the door (which hung them over a drain, to carry away the inevitable puddles). "So, what do you have for us?"
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