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rionaleonhart) wrote2009-11-02 12:31 pm
rionaleonhart) wrote2009-11-02 12:31 pm
No, You Are Wrong. You Cannot Have A Pony.
Today, I rushed from London to Brighton for a seminar that, I discovered upon arrival, had been cancelled.
Mildly put out, I returned to my Brighton abode, where I found a large and intriguing-looking package waiting for me. The details on the back informed me that the sender was a Vayne Aurelius, who, I discovered after a quick Googling, is the protagonist of a game called Mana Khemia: Alchemists of Al-Revis.
This was perplexing.
I opened the package to find a copy of The Thackery T. Lambshead Pocket Guide to Eccentric & Discredited Diseases, the editors of which, according to the blurb, 'received their medical degrees in a dream', and a rather charming and apologetic note from Mr Aurelius, written on the back of a 'Combat Basics 1' exercise sheet ('What to do if you encounter an extraterrestial:'), in which he explained that someone had wished that he send me the book and expressed his hope that I didn't mind receiving it. Inside the book was an empty envelope, on which was written 'To my dear Wainwright, with affectionate regards, Lady Cloudesley'.
I am deeply, deeply confused, and I have absolutely no idea who is responsible, but thank you so much! (I love the level of detail that's gone into this.)
I'm not participating in National Novel Writing Month this year, but I've decided that I'm going to try to at least write something every day during the month of November, whether it's a snippet or a full fic or part of a work in progress. Yesterday, I wrote a tiny clip of Jane and Cho snogging in the interrogation room; today, I am calling upon you to help me.
Give me a prompt, and I'll write you a ficsnippet. Multiple requests are more than welcome!
Feel free to request from anything you know I know! (Requesting from things you don't know I know is acceptable, but in that case it would probably be an idea to include a request or two from something you know I know as well, so you don't end up with 'BARNEY WAS A PERSON (PROBABLY). HE WAS PLAYED BY NEIL PATRICK HARRIS (I THINK, BUT I THINK EVERYONE'S PLAYED BY NEIL PATRICK HARRIS, SO I CAN'T BE SURE). HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER IS A SITCOM, SO AMUSING THINGS PROBABLY HAPPENED. THE END.') Crossovers and the like are, of course, fine.
(I'd be delighted if you made Mentalist requests, but please bear in mind that I'm only just starting to write these characters, so I'm still trying to get to grips with them. I've seen up to the first-season finale.)
Make as many requests as you'd like (and please don't feel you have to know me well to request a snippet); as I've said, I'm going to be trying to write every day, so any prompts would be gratefully received. Thank you!
Mildly put out, I returned to my Brighton abode, where I found a large and intriguing-looking package waiting for me. The details on the back informed me that the sender was a Vayne Aurelius, who, I discovered after a quick Googling, is the protagonist of a game called Mana Khemia: Alchemists of Al-Revis.
This was perplexing.
I opened the package to find a copy of The Thackery T. Lambshead Pocket Guide to Eccentric & Discredited Diseases, the editors of which, according to the blurb, 'received their medical degrees in a dream', and a rather charming and apologetic note from Mr Aurelius, written on the back of a 'Combat Basics 1' exercise sheet ('What to do if you encounter an extraterrestial:'), in which he explained that someone had wished that he send me the book and expressed his hope that I didn't mind receiving it. Inside the book was an empty envelope, on which was written 'To my dear Wainwright, with affectionate regards, Lady Cloudesley'.
I am deeply, deeply confused, and I have absolutely no idea who is responsible, but thank you so much! (I love the level of detail that's gone into this.)
I'm not participating in National Novel Writing Month this year, but I've decided that I'm going to try to at least write something every day during the month of November, whether it's a snippet or a full fic or part of a work in progress. Yesterday, I wrote a tiny clip of Jane and Cho snogging in the interrogation room; today, I am calling upon you to help me.
Give me a prompt, and I'll write you a ficsnippet. Multiple requests are more than welcome!
Feel free to request from anything you know I know! (Requesting from things you don't know I know is acceptable, but in that case it would probably be an idea to include a request or two from something you know I know as well, so you don't end up with 'BARNEY WAS A PERSON (PROBABLY). HE WAS PLAYED BY NEIL PATRICK HARRIS (I THINK, BUT I THINK EVERYONE'S PLAYED BY NEIL PATRICK HARRIS, SO I CAN'T BE SURE). HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER IS A SITCOM, SO AMUSING THINGS PROBABLY HAPPENED. THE END.') Crossovers and the like are, of course, fine.
(I'd be delighted if you made Mentalist requests, but please bear in mind that I'm only just starting to write these characters, so I'm still trying to get to grips with them. I've seen up to the first-season finale.)
Make as many requests as you'd like (and please don't feel you have to know me well to request a snippet); as I've said, I'm going to be trying to write every day, so any prompts would be gratefully received. Thank you!
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I think the Derren half would be confused as to why he was in a video game yet again, and the Luxord half would be wondering why Shadows were suddenly electrical rodents. xDno subject
Derren has been noticing it more and more of late; Luxord is able to break through and speak for a few seconds before Derren regains control, he is able to walk a few steps before Derren realises what's happening, and it makes Derren very uneasy. Not that he'd usually begrudge anyone's having control over their own body, assuming they are not on stage at one of his shows, but as Luxord's body is in fact presently Derren's he thinks this can be considered a special case.
Still, he doesn't realise exactly how large a problem he has until he goes to sleep in his bed and wakes up in a field, with a bright yellow rabbit sitting on his chest.
Good morning, Luxord's voice says brightly in his mind.
"Er," Derren says, staring at the rabbit.
The rabbit stares back and flicks an ear, then makes a rather unrabbitish noise. It sounds like 'Peecah'.
You may be wondering why you are here.
"Well, you're evidently psychic," Derren mutters, raising a hand to push the rabbit off his chest. "Come on; move."
The rabbit looks startled, and what look like sparks start flickering about its cheeks, and then Derren is in quite a lot of pain.
He hears Luxord sigh in his mind as he slumps back into unconsciousness. I'll explain later.
"Right," Derren says, when some time has passed and he is, obviously, conscious. "Putting aside the fact that I think throwing me through portals without permission is extremely rude: why?"
I wished to know whether I could still access the darkness, Luxord says. I have no doubt that, in my circumstances, you would also have wanted to test the boundaries of your power.
Derren, sitting with his back against a tree trunk, eyes the nearby electric rabbits suspiciously. "And can you use that power to take us back?"
Not for the moment, Luxord says, entirely unapologetically.
"Of course not."
Opening portals takes a great deal of energy. I shall need time to recuperate.
"And how long will that take?"
Approximately as long as it will take for your present situation to cease to be amusing, Luxord says, and even though he has no physical form with which to smirk Derren can hear him smirking. In the interval, I suggest you try to become a Pokémon Master.
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Oh my, Luxord is quite possibly the biggest jerk in the universe (universes?) and I absolutely love him for it. This drabble is quite brilliant and I love it immensely. ♥ Luxord Brown needs to be the focus of more things more often. xD