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30daysmeme: Identity, Rin/Girey @inventrix

Jun29

Day 21 of 30 days of Fiction:” 22) Write a scene with children,” yes I’m doing Day 21 twice.

Reiassan/Rin & Girey, after Bridged (a Green Man story, sponsor for $20), which is after Crossing Into Lannamer

Reiassan has a landing page here (LJ Link)

He wanted to stare at the city.

Lannamer was one of the oldest cities on the continent, old as Ouyknan, and as big (some small part of him, still loyal to his home, refused to acknowledge that it was, in actuality, bigger). As brightly painted as Ossulund, it should have seemed garish, but the colors seemed to flow together when he glanced up.

Only glanced up, because he was staring at the plaque bracelet around his wrist, at his other wrist, smoothly un-shackled for the first time since the battlefield, for the first time since he’d met Rin.

Rin. She sat arrow-straight in her saddle, riding beside him, turning to smile at him reassuringly. Would he finally learn who she was? She couldn’t keep on being Rin the Healer, Just Rin, here in her home city, could she?

He turned to ask her, to demand one last time to know who she was, before someone called out her name, before he learned from a stranger. But the sound of small children drowned out his question unasked.

“Lady, lady!” They rushed toward her eagerly, the way they had in every town and city. “Lady! Lord!”

Lord threw him, shook him, reminded him who he was (who he was pretending to be, who he had been; what he would be was still up to her, still in the air). He sat up straighter, and raised his chin. Damnit, prisoner or no, false Duke’s son or no, he was a Prince. He ought to act the part.

“There you are,” Rin murmured to him. He had no chance to figure that one out, however, before the children clamoured again.

“Lady! Lord! Are you here for the wedding?”

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30days: Beginnings

Jun27

Day 21 of 30 days of Fiction: 21) Write a scene with a drink(ing) of some sort.”

In The Planners setting, long before Hello but not that long after Ants, Grasshoppers, Magpies.

“Sit down.” Jasmine poured two finger-widths of the thick bluish drink into each of the tiny crystal cups; on the other side of her desk, her three most promising young relatives (a niece, a nephew, and a second cousin, twice removed, none of them old enough to drink, if the rule of law was still holding) sat like their strings had been cut.

“You know what the family has been doing.” It wasn’t a question. If they hadn’t known, they wouldn’t have been called here. Still, three heads nodded silently; the niece, Theresa, frowning while she assented. Interesting.

“You know that we have locations around the continent where we have been stockpiling supplies.” They barely bothered to nod to that one; it was common knowledge. “And that there are elders of the family, senior Planners, at each site.” Of course. This time, it was the nephew, Jonah, who frowned. The family elders, Jasmine included, were often considered hide-bound and too traditional, too slow to respond, by the younger generation. So had it been through human history. “This is why I need the three of you.”

All three faces lit up; she paused to hold their attention and sipped from her cup. Politely, they all did the same; only the cousin, Bauer, didn’t flinch at the thick fruity alcohol.

She took a second sip; so did they, more carefully this time. Impatient: Jonah’s foot was tapping. She set her class down.

“I need you to keep an eye on the elders.”

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30daysMeme: I Hate You

Jun27

Day 20 of 30 days of Fiction: “20) Write a scene with the opening line “I hate you; I just want you to know that.”

(Days 18 & 19 are waiting on [personal profile] kc_obrien to wake up)

Fae Apoc, Addergoole, year Nine, new characters. Fae Apoc’s landing page is here (Lj Link); Addergoole is here.

“I hate you; I just want you to know that!” She shouted the last words as she headed for his bedroom door. Somewhere, she could go somewhere and get away, think for a while, get away from his smug smiling face for a while.

“Sit down,” he said, without so much as a frown or a raised voice. Unwillingly, without any choice at all in the matter, she sat, her ass thumping on the squishy carpet.

“I hate you,” she muttered, scooting towards her escape on her ass. Unhurried, he walked past her and leaned against the door.

“And Friday you thought I was such a nice guy,” he teased.

“That was before yesterday,” she retorted. She wasn’t getting out that way, and the underground room had no other exit; she stopped moving. “I hate you.”

“You’ll get over it in time. At least enough to see that you made the right choice.”

He was so damn self-assured. He had seemed like the best choice, when he and his friends had been bullying her in the hallway Saturday night. “Just pick one of us and it will stop,” they’d kept saying. When the short one with the fangs bit her, she’d made her choice. Now, now she didn’t want anything to do with him, and she was stuck. At least she could still hate him.

“You can’t change the way I feel!” Could he?

“Actually, I could.” He sank down to the floor, so he ws only towering over her by a foot or so. “I could order you to love me. But I won’t.”

He sounded as if he thought he was being so very generous. “Thank you,” she muttered. “I still hate you.”

“That’s okay,” he replied, the smile finally gone. “I understand.”

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30daysmeme, Last in Line (Facets of Dusk)

Jun23

Day 17 of 30 days of Fiction: “17) Write a scene with a character in a foreign land, unable to speak the local language.”

Another snippet of Facets of Dusk, and prompted in part by an icon of [personal profile] clare_dragonfly‘s and her request.

Once Alexa opened them, the doorway-portals lasted between 3.5 seconds and 7.2 seconds, with no apparent correlation to the technology level of either the host world or the receiving world.

Peter had taken lately to being the last one through. It allowed him to time the doors, for one, and it meant he had neither Cole nor Aerich at his back, factors he considered very important to his continued survival. It also allowed him the longest time to observe the portals.

He stepped through this one as the edges began to blur (5.9 seconds), Josie’s braid having long since vanished into the swirling grey, and turned to observe it as it closed.

The lightning flashes were new; he took down a note. It looked like a thunderstorm, contained in what, from this side, appeared to be an ancient stone doorway.

He frowned at the doorway even as he took more notes and aimed what the rest of the team insisted on calling a tricorder at the opening. The stone was mortared over recently; this wasn’t, here, a ruin. Where had that daft woman brought them this time?

The tricorder beeped the end of its readings as the portal folded in on itself, and Peter pocketed it before it could be noticed by the locals. Locals, right. He had to catch up with the team, before they found the local population. They had to have gone down the stairs; the portal was theonly other viable direction.

He turned to look for them, and found himself looking at the top of a woman’s head. Not one of the team; the sunny-blonde curls didn’t match any of them. She stepped back to look at him more clearly, frowning challengingly.

“£œþëg?” she demanded. “ψówæt!”

Peter blinked at her, finally noticing the thin gold diadem in her hair. “Ah…”

Where were his linguists when he needed them?

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30daysmeme: Horseback (Vas’ World)

Jun22

Day 16 of 30 days of Fiction: “16) Write a scene on horseback.”

Vas’ World, and in sequence with the rest of the Vas cycle. See them all here (Lj Link)

“Can I call it a horse, at least?” Malia twitted Vas, not for the first time.

“It has blue hair,” Paz complained, “and a purple mane and tail. Mine at least is sort of natural-colored.”

“She, not it,” Suki interjected, “presuming mammalian biology. All three of them appear female. And considering the intelligence they showed, might not appreciate being spoken about as if they weren’t there.”

Vas, who was having a bit of trouble reconciling any number of things about the proto-horses, including the cotton-candy pink mane of the one he and Suki were riding, said nothing.

“Well, horses or not, they rescued us,” Andon pointed out, from the back of his blue-and-purple mount, “or, at the very least, got us out of the mess we were in. And they don’t appear to have thumbs, so I doubt they built the walls, or these saddles on their backs.”

“So,” Malia pondered, “that leaves us open to the possibility of three sentient species, for varying definitions of ‘sentient.’ Do you think the horses have language, Suki?” The appearance of their giant Clydesdale-like rescuers seemed to have reverted the already-silly researcher to about five standard years old.

“They might,” Suki allowed. “Although it’s of course impossible that they speak or understand Terran languages.”

“Well, of course.” Even when Andon was agreeing with him, Vas wanted to punch him. And then punch the psychologist who’d put together their team. “Conflict is good for exploratory committees.” Nyeah.

He wrinkled his nose, wondering if Malia wasn’t the only one the horse-thing was turning five.

“Of courrrrrse,” said his horse.

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30 Days – Other People Playing

Jun22

Others I know who are also doing the 30 days meme include:
Amanda-Sheree
Inventrix
Ravenswept, whose meme it is
Limiinal
K.C.O’Brien
Hi Lilfluff!

If you know others, let me know, and I’ll add them to the list. Guys, there’s a lot of absolutely awesome stuff here!

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