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Anima’s Seal: Episode 10: The Blizzard

Episode 9: Dark Sage       Episode 11: Sealing, Part 1

This was the last episode I managed to get finished before Camp Nano ended yesterday. I don’t think it went too badly, although maybe the drama at the end isn’t quite as clear as it ought to be. But I made myself cry (briefly) while writing this one! That doesn’t happen often! (so hopefully you cry lots, mwahahaha)

Although all that commentary in the middle… I’m not super sure about it right now. But hey, I can rewrite it later.

 

Episode 10: The Blizzard

 

The landscape was white as far as the eye could see, which was not far, as they were in a narrow valley high in the Ilian mountains. They had already been to Edessa, where Fiora and Florina had finally reported to Ilian High Command, and received formal permission to continue flying with the CEC.

Florina had become somewhat distressed after Murgleis had been sealed, worrying over the words Bramimond had said to her. The only place she could really think of to guide them was her home in Pyrene, very close to Edessa, although she said Fiora could lead them there just as well as she could. Continue reading

Anima’s Seal: Episode 9: Dark Sage

Episode 8: Conscience Flying        Episode 10: The Blizzard

I did 10,000 words on April 29th. Then I did another 11,000 on the 30th. Then I gave up and cheated because there was no way I was going to write another chapter in ten minutes and I wanted to see what the winner’s certificate was like. : P I feel kind of bad about that now, but anyway this chapter and the next one need quite a bit of editing. I also need to go back and add things like:
– more Farina and Dart in episode 6! (added)
– more clear explanation of the Ending Winter now that I know it exists in episode 4! (added)
And of course, write the final showdown and aftermath. So I’ll still be writing this week, but maybe not in such a crazy way. I can focus on other things, like work and sleeping and hanging out with neglected friends!

 

Episode 9: Dark Sage

 

It was October, and they were journeying carefully right into the heart of Etruria. Louise and Klein spent a lot of time with Fiora and Florina, out of range of identification by most people, and Pent stayed close to George and Yens, who were the only other people in the group who were both tall enough that he didn’t stand out, and who didn’t ride a horse like Kent, Andy, and Frank. Bartre and Karla had left them in Jutes again, and the rest of them continued onwards, back across the sea to Etruria and towards their next goal. Continue reading

Anima’s Seal: Episode 8: Conscience Flying

Episode 7: Old School-fellows        Episode 9: Dark Sage

Stubbornness strikes again! I would like to ‘win’ Camp Nanowrimo so I’m typing as fast as I possibly can while listening to GitS and Astebreed and the usual stuff. I think I can do it! I just have to finish like three more chapters. I got this.

Editing comes later. For now I’m pumping out words. *cranks Destruction of the Core*

 

Episode 8: Conscience Flying

 

He had arrived unnanounced at Lord Garlent’s estate on the edge of Ostia City, a short, thin teenager about sixteen years old, with nothing more than the clothes on his back and a letter of introduction in his pocket. He hovered a few hundred feet away from the front gate for more than an hour, trying to work up the nerve to go on, until a guardsman told him to get lost and blushing ferociously, headed for the entrance.

The tall footman looked at the letter of introduction, looked him up and down several times more than was strictly necessary, looked at the letter again, and walked away into the house with nothing more than a curt “wait here” which did nothing to sooth his nerves. Continue reading

Anima’s Seal: Episode 7: Old School-Fellows

Episode 6: The Unflinching       Episode 8: Conscience Flying

Well, I’m pressing on, trying to finish this story by the end of the month. (Looking less and less likely, especially since I took a break two nights ago to play Nazi Zombie Sniper with my bro and co. Also battles are hard with TWO clever people, not just one.) But now Milton’s here! And Renee! Yayness! Now we can kick up the stakes a bit, make this less about “look at all these people you love hanging out!” and more about “omg drama”.

 

Episode 7: Old School-Fellows

 

Renee paced the floor in the upper chamber of the tower. “You said you wanted to talk, you jerkface! I thought you meant we’d go down to a pub like in the old days, not drag me all the way out to the Tanquet Pass fortress!”

“So you have been saying the last three days,” the tall armoured man said.

“Where have you even been, the last year? You resigned from Marquess Worde’s service and disappeared!”

“Marquess Worde could offer me nothing. I went back home, to Bern, and then to Khafti on a message from my friend there.” He gestured to the dark-cloaked man standing in the corner of the room. “But I want to know what you know about him.” Continue reading

Anima’s Seal: Episode 6: The Unflinching

Episode 5: Pherae’s Son       Episode 7: Old School-Fellows

This chapter was surprisingly hard to write, and there isn’t even any serious fighting in it! D: Anyway, I’m working really hard on creative projects right now, and I’m going to try to get this finished by Saturday, although I don’t know if I’ll make it. But I’m going to cross a WHOLE BUNCH of things off my to-do list by the end of April. I’m at least at the half-way point with Anima’s Seal!

I changed the chapter title because there was very little about Old Schoolfellows in this chapter. I had thought there would be more. But the big reveal is coming next chapter. Mwahahaha.

I have a new vacuum cleaner and it is magical.

EDIT: the wedding didn’t fit in the later chapters so I put it in here. EDIT 2: I fixed Farina and Dart’s entry to not be so blatantly shoe-horned in. : P

 

Episode 6: The Unflinching

 

“Demory,” Thornson said, “I would have brought you to Ostia to face Lord Hector’s judgement, not mine. All you had to do was behave honourably and refrain from attacking villages.”

“Cut the crap, Thorn,” Demory snarled. “You and your honourable cowardice – I should have won! Santaruz should have been mine! But then you brought Marquess Pherae’s reinforcements-”

“Marquess Pherae was only here by chance,” Thornson said. “In any case, it matters little what you believe now. You attacked my villages in a quest for wanton destruction, for petty revenge, and that means I consider you too dangerous to deliver to Ostia. May Saint Elimine have mercy on your soul.” He nodded to his captain. “Jocelyn.” Continue reading

Anima’s Seal: Episode 5: Pherae’s Son

Episode 4: Dragon’s Breath      Episode 6: The Unflinching

 

Oh hei, it’s a chapter of Anima’s Seal. It’s Camp Nanowrimo time or something?

The big battle at the end of the chapter was written to the following Astebreed tracks: Return of the Fragments, The Same Origin, Destruction of the Core, and Prism Reflection. Although Prism Reflection is kind of my favourite so I use it for everything really. XD

Conveniently, I watched this about the same time I was thinking of Shiroe’s battle in Log Horizon episode 3 and his plan with the lights…

 

Episode 5: Pherae’s Son

 

“Our first destination should be Pherae,” Ceniro said over breakfast. “Eliwood probably still has Durandal. It’s further than Ostia, but the Western Isles are further still, and we don’t even know where we’re going in the Western Isles.”

“Wait, what did you say?” Rigel said. “Did you say that Marquess Pherae owns Durandal?”

“He’s been borrowing it,” Lyn said proudly. “Roland himself said he was worthy. But our task for it is long done, and Durandal should be returned to its resting place.”

Rigel’s face was overwritten with questions, but she refrained from asking them. Continue reading

And Just Like That, They’re Gone – Transistor Vignettes

This game has OBSESSED me. I haven’t even finished Recursion mode yet (trying to beat Performance Test 7 and also play with all limiters on – kinda hard XD ). But… I needed to write this, to look at Red and her man in happier times. I’ve chosen the name John for my boxer, though I tried not to use it too much. (I realized after I started using it regularly that his haircut suggests he’s a bit of a Mark, tho : P ) I adore these two; they are my new OTP for all time or something. At least until I find my next OTP.

I also tried not to explain the songs too much from my point of view; just like the rest of the game, everyone has their own meanings. Hopefully you can catch the gist of my interpretations without overriding your own, if you know what I mean. Except for that one song, I had to go into detail there because I really didn’t get it. (Still don’t get The Spine, though… post theories in the comments? XD ) Also a big exercise in “show-don’t-tell”, thank you to my main beta reader who always pushes me to do better there (and who helped me brainstorm big chunks of setting here). Keep letting me know what I missed, you’re awesome.

There is a bit of musician real-talk in this fic. (I’m so happy, a protagonist I can write realistic details for without doing piles of research!) If it’s about music and in here, it’s probably true. Cool, huh?

Essentially this is a giant piece of fluff, even the serious parts, so if you like fluff, super fluff, all the fluff, READ ON

If you haven’t played Transistor, DO THAT FIRST OR ELSE THIS WON’T MAKE SENSE AND ALSO COLOSSAL SPOILERS AND ALSO IT’S AN AMAZING GAME

COMMENTS GREATLY APPRECIATED Continue reading

Sybil

So I wrote a Transistor fanfic… I’m writing another longer one about Red and friend, but this one came into my head last night. I’ve edited it a bit, but please give me your feedback! <3

Note: Since this writing, I found the subtitle files and read through them, which informed me that apparently Sybil departed from her comrades in the Camerata to find Red on her own before becoming Processed, so this fic doesn’t square with that obviously.

 

Sybil

Tonight would be the night. Tonight I would be able to get rid of him, and save her, and maybe she would hate me at first, but someday she would understand.
The same hour that I first heard her sing Paper Boats, I went to my comrades in the Camerata and presented Red as a desirable target. That song, overflowing with adoration and steadfast tenderness for that nobody, should never have been written. I could not have borne it any longer. He had to die.
And without him there, she would eventually love me as I loved her. Continue reading

Kotor II: Ruin, Mystery, Dreams: Part 2 – Renaissance

Okay so once upon a time I started writing a fanfic based on KotOR II: The Sith Lords, and since I saw the new Star Wars movie, I’ve been on a Star Wars bender… reading all the books, playing all the games… One of the games I’ve started up again has been Kotor 2, so here we are, resurrecting this hideous corpse of a fic like Darth Sion. : P It’s just flashes of things that happen; I’m pretty sure it’s not worth writing a walkthrough of which responses I took to everything. Still, that means it would be best to have played the game before reading the story.

I also found an Atton-centric fic that I wrote once; I will probably steal bits from it.

EDIT: I found out I never finished writing this chapter? So I rewrote it.

Part 1

 

Part 2: Renaissance

 

Selyn Tekeri came back to herself, slowly, groggily. She was lying on a freezing cold metal floor, in her under-things, in a well-lit room that stank of kolto.

Someone had called her name? Continue reading

Heraldry

Wrote a short story tonight about Liz’s search for personal identity. Haven’t forgotten about WWADH, just been busy finishing up work before the December break, choosing, making, and sending presents (and Christmas cards), and playing Bioware games (ME1 and Jade Empire!).

I could have put this story in the main fic at some point, but I figured the chapter outlines were full enough and didn’t need another two pages of filler. So here: a short fic set at an undefined time (anytime after the Noble Conspiracy Assassination Attempt, really).

 

Heraldry

I wandered into the dining room and paused. Elizabeth was sitting at the table, parchment and quill in hand, and a look of intense concentration on her face. For once, her hair was not pinned up into its usual neat buns, but hanging in twin braids down her back. It was longer than I had thought.

I walked quietly up to her. “More budget problems?”

She jumped. She must have been concentrating very hard indeed if she missed hearing me. Or maybe I was getting better at being stealthy. “No…” She tried to hide whatever she had been working on, but I was too quick for her and swiped it off the table before she could pull it away. Continue reading