I have finished my holiday writing and feel pretty good about it all! I have not sent out any of my holiday mail, but it's a start dammit. Also, there are some new people, welcome aboard and don't be afraid to comment
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"Yeah," Cam said. "Usually the grades between sixth and eighth? I know you're familiar with the American educational system."
"And that relates to our case...how?"
"Because," and Cam sometimes-- just sometimes-- wished her friend was slightly more conversant with normal human activity-- "middle school's when kids are at their most hormonal. And juvenile."
"So a situation when cruelty is not only typical, but expected?"
"Yes!" Cam resisted the urge to punch the air.
"To the point where someone might be led to this?"
And sometimes, she envied Brennan her innocence. "Yes."
Balalaika looked down at the contents of the case; neatly piled stacks of hundred-euro notes. "And this is authentic."
"Would I lie to you?" Eda smirked.
"A CIA agent? Misleading someone from Hotel Moscow? Unheard of," Balalaika noted wryly. "Just remember, no action is without its consequences."
"Balalaika," Eda raised an eyebrow. "Are you threatening me?"
"I'm simply stating the facts of the matter. If I told you a loaded gun might be dangerous, would that be a threat?" Balalaika snapped the case shut. "Thank you for your business, Eda. I'm sure we'll be seeing each other again."
She apparently doesn't have a canon name, so let's stick with Myopia!
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Shopping in Egypt was a great pleasure; new perfumes to try, amazing fabrics, and the food was divine.
Suddenly she realized she was being watched; Cleopatra herself, in a cat-shaped throne pulled by several young, attractive bearers, had been observing as she haggled with the carpet-seller. She leaned over and inspected the carpets. "An excellent selection today." She glanced at Myopia, her dark eyes appraising. "Visiting from Gaul?"
Myopia nodded, adjusting the bag on her wrist.
"The Gauls have been of great assistance to me," Cleopatra said, "but I've rarely seen one who combined looks and brains."
This may explain why APril was not in TNM.lady_ganeshJanuary 16 2010, 19:09:36 UTC
"How long have you been collecting antiquities?" April asked, pen poised.
"A very long time," Vam Mi replied. There was something strange about her beauty, April thought, even beyond her unplacable accent and unusual dress.
"Most people focus on one area, but you've got things from almost every time and place--"
"They call me," the woman interrupted, lifting an ivory letter opener to hold in front of April. "This belonged to a very fine lady in the English court-- her prized possession. And this--" a millefiori paperweight-- "was loved by an Italian woman of rare beauty and grace. Men lived merely to touch one of her scented handkerchiefs." Vam Mi's eyes looked over at April, and there was a disconcerting intensity in her gaze. "She had red hair, like you
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"Don't move." Yaone hoped her voice didn't betray fear. A outsider capable of getting as far as the labs was a formidable opponent. "I'm armed, and I won't show--"
"Mercy? An appropriate choice of words." The stranger smiled.
Yaone froze, unsure of herself. "I--"
"Relax. I'm here to help."
The claim still seemed dubious. "I don't need--"
"Not you. Her." Yaone followed the stranger's gaze to the tank. Lirin. "You want her free, right?"
There was clearly no point in asking how did you know.
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"Yeah," Cam said. "Usually the grades between sixth and eighth? I know you're familiar with the American educational system."
"And that relates to our case...how?"
"Because," and Cam sometimes-- just sometimes-- wished her friend was slightly more conversant with normal human activity-- "middle school's when kids are at their most hormonal. And juvenile."
"So a situation when cruelty is not only typical, but expected?"
"Yes!" Cam resisted the urge to punch the air.
"To the point where someone might be led to this?"
And sometimes, she envied Brennan her innocence. "Yes."
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Eda and Balalaika: Would I lie to you?
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"Would I lie to you?" Eda smirked.
"A CIA agent? Misleading someone from Hotel Moscow? Unheard of," Balalaika noted wryly. "Just remember, no action is without its consequences."
"Balalaika," Eda raised an eyebrow. "Are you threatening me?"
"I'm simply stating the facts of the matter. If I told you a loaded gun might be dangerous, would that be a threat?" Balalaika snapped the case shut. "Thank you for your business, Eda. I'm sure we'll be seeing each other again."
"Of course."
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Shopping in Egypt was a great pleasure; new perfumes to try, amazing fabrics, and the food was divine.
Suddenly she realized she was being watched; Cleopatra herself, in a cat-shaped throne pulled by several young, attractive bearers, had been observing as she haggled with the carpet-seller. She leaned over and inspected the carpets. "An excellent selection today." She glanced at Myopia, her dark eyes appraising. "Visiting from Gaul?"
Myopia nodded, adjusting the bag on her wrist.
"The Gauls have been of great assistance to me," Cleopatra said, "but I've rarely seen one who combined looks and brains."
Myopia just smiled.
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April (reporter) & Vam Mi (the Next Mutation). Interview with a Vampire.
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"A very long time," Vam Mi replied. There was something strange about her beauty, April thought, even beyond her unplacable accent and unusual dress.
"Most people focus on one area, but you've got things from almost every time and place--"
"They call me," the woman interrupted, lifting an ivory letter opener to hold in front of April. "This belonged to a very fine lady in the English court-- her prized possession. And this--" a millefiori paperweight-- "was loved by an Italian woman of rare beauty and grace. Men lived merely to touch one of her scented handkerchiefs." Vam Mi's eyes looked over at April, and there was a disconcerting intensity in her gaze. "She had red hair, like you ( ... )
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*dances with joy*
And I think I owe you a drabble from some meme back a ways... *goes a-hunting*
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You might? I never remember that stuff.
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"Mercy? An appropriate choice of words." The stranger smiled.
Yaone froze, unsure of herself. "I--"
"Relax. I'm here to help."
The claim still seemed dubious. "I don't need--"
"Not you. Her." Yaone followed the stranger's gaze to the tank. Lirin. "You want her free, right?"
There was clearly no point in asking how did you know.
"So listen up, here's what you're gonna do...."
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