777 Fic Meme
1. Go to page 7 of your most recent WiP
2. Count seven lines down
3. Copy and paste the next seven lines of text
I only have two WIPs that count, so I'll do both.
[Incendium, X-Men First Class]
Charles Xavier, professor by day, demon hunter at night, like some low grade horror film at the cinema. But he wasn't the only one, he came to find. Well, he was the only one who was a professor by day, but in America, he met others who were salesmen by day, butchers by day, housekeepers by day, and at nightfall, they all had the same goal in mind. None, though, had a gift like his, or a gift of any other kind. And Charles refrained from informing them.
When Agent MacTaggert had called, Charles had thought that she was another hapless investigator who had stumbled upon the truth. He never thought that she would bring him back to the obsession of his youth, to the very real possibility of a confrontation.
[Volition, Legend of the Seeker]
Whatever lingering misgivings Richard had eased with the gentle rest of Darken's hand on his shoulder. His brother always made him feel important, even though Richard knew full well he wasn't. Oh, he had his contributions, but he wasn't the leader his brother was. Never had a head for politics or history or strategy. Richard knew his strengths, and they played to the small things rather than great. He still didn't like this arranged marriage deal, but at least it was a significant effort of some kind. After all, this would seal an alliance with the Midlands, perhaps guaranteeing some measure of peace after long years of war.
2. Count seven lines down
3. Copy and paste the next seven lines of text
I only have two WIPs that count, so I'll do both.
[Incendium, X-Men First Class]
Charles Xavier, professor by day, demon hunter at night, like some low grade horror film at the cinema. But he wasn't the only one, he came to find. Well, he was the only one who was a professor by day, but in America, he met others who were salesmen by day, butchers by day, housekeepers by day, and at nightfall, they all had the same goal in mind. None, though, had a gift like his, or a gift of any other kind. And Charles refrained from informing them.
When Agent MacTaggert had called, Charles had thought that she was another hapless investigator who had stumbled upon the truth. He never thought that she would bring him back to the obsession of his youth, to the very real possibility of a confrontation.
[Volition, Legend of the Seeker]
Whatever lingering misgivings Richard had eased with the gentle rest of Darken's hand on his shoulder. His brother always made him feel important, even though Richard knew full well he wasn't. Oh, he had his contributions, but he wasn't the leader his brother was. Never had a head for politics or history or strategy. Richard knew his strengths, and they played to the small things rather than great. He still didn't like this arranged marriage deal, but at least it was a significant effort of some kind. After all, this would seal an alliance with the Midlands, perhaps guaranteeing some measure of peace after long years of war.