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A small excerpt of a work in progress, currently lying gasping for air in a ditch somewhere...
Banjax makes up his mind to make up his mind later, and deal with the
situation at hand. He clears his throat, softly. The Lady spins quickly,
and sees him on the ledge. She rubs her eyes, not believing what she sees.
"B... Banjax? Am I dreaming?"
"No more than I, fair lady of the clouds. And were this a dream, I should
hope never to awaken."
He slides off the ledge into the tower room. It is quite large, for a cell,
he thinks.
But still a cell. The bed, while soft, is still only good peasant stock.
The only object of any value in the room is the silver mirror. And, of
course, the lady, but she is hardly a fixture. In fact, she is quite
unfixed as she breaks down in the gypsy's arms, crying hysterically.
"Milady, milady, it will be all right. I am here now, responding to your
call."
"My... call? I did not send a call. I would not call you into danger like
this."
"But, I dreamed of you. There is no other way."
A new voice spoke from the recessed doorway. A voice smooth as glass, and
as cold.
"Oh, there is a way. I know just the way."
Werlain steps from the doorway into the room. He is a large, powerfully
built man, almost a giant in these times. The sword by his side is larger
than any other man would dare to wield with one hand.
"I know a very good way to bring a gypsy to my faithless wife, proven once
again. I need no other reason for this!"
He shouts his last words as he draws his sword, running at Banjax and the
Lady. Banjax pushes the lady from him as he dives to the other side, and
rolls. Werlain, being massive, cannot react to the gypsy's speed, and
settles for turning to face him, a smug grin on his face.
"The leg of a table? Gypsy, you cannot fight with that. You cannot
possibly hope to face me with such a clumsy weapon. Yield, and I will grant
you a week before your demise, in a dry cell. Fight, and you die here and
now, in the sight of the _Lady_"
The contempt Werlain put into that word stung Banjax as no blade ever could.
Alas, ever was Banjax the romantic fool, and he was no different in the
here and now, as he ran at the Lord, yelling a challenge.
The duke easily sidestepped him, and lay a minor cut upon the gypsy's hand.
Banjax spun to face him, but before he could do more than look, the Lady had
stepped between them. The Lord was faster than he could stop, and the blade
which had been meant to pierce the gypsy instead did for the Lady. With the
blade of her husband in her heart, she breathed her last, looking upon both
of them with a gaze of love.
Both men, unable to stop themselves, ran to her body, but to no avail. She
had already passed beyond the grasp of the greatest healer of the lands
around, and merely lay, unmoving.
"She... she is dead." Werlain was simple in his speech, the rage having
been drained from him.
"She died to stop our battle. Can you not learn from her example?"
The gypsy did not bother to look up, unsuspecting the blow which laid him
unconscious on the floor, alongside the body of the Lady. He heard nothing
of Werlain calling the guards, concocting a story, or his trip down to the
dungeon cells. He heard nothing more for a full day.
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 You Are a Goth!You're so gothically outrageous, and you aren't afraid to flaunt it. Whether you dress up like Robert Smith or a tragic Little Bo Peep, chances are that you'll be parading around with the rest of the goths at Yoyogi Park on Sunday. Don't forget your white makeup and blue lipstick! Who knows? You may just get picked up by one of the seedy photographers. What's *Your* Japanese Subculture?
What's your brand of
sexy?
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 You Are An Intense Kisser!Deep tounging, nibbling, and locking lips for hours are on your agenda. You've been known to wear lovers out with your kiss, before getting to anything else on the menu. And given that you kiss so well... imagine how you do everything else. How Do *You*
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*sigh* took all the quizzes at quizdeva, but those i liked the best... I've really needed to sit down and write all this up, but i haven't been able to talk to anyone about it since i came back. I poured it all out to Thed earlier, so this is mostly for you, Kierstal.
I think I'm falling apart. I'm paranoid about EVERYTHING... i've always been kinda paranoid, but its gotten so much worse since i came up here. I feel before too much longer i'm just gonna shatter into a million pieces and leave all of you to pick me up and try to put me back together. part of this is that i have to get a job and i think that will freak me out and ill lose the apartment and hurt tad and have to go back to pa and then i'll just be a drain on everyone becuase ill be all silent and creepy sitting in the kitchen. so i dont want to let everyone down but i think not letting everyone down is gonna break me and i couldnt even talk about it. I think im going to do something to try to take care of this soon, i need to talk to Tad about it. I dont know what to do about myself.
And then theres the fact that i've been slowly cutting myself off from everyone. Tad hardly sees me here, and when he does i'm facing the computer. i feel that i cant tell people whats happening to me because they see me as strong, so i can help them even if i am losing pieces every day. I just cant bear to let everyone down, to not be the superman i've passed myself off as. i feel like i cant do anything, i cant even finish a fucking story, its like i just decide it isnt good enough and quit and i CANT DO ANYTHING RIGHT i always FUCK UP right when everyone needs me. i dont know how much longer i can hold on. ill try for as long as i can. I love you all.
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Well, I survived the bus ride. In Pittsburgh, someone tried to sell me 4 grams of herbs for $13. In Philadelphia, I gave some change and a cigarette to someone who seemed to need them more than me. In New York, I finally understood the encumberance rules. In Hartford, I found someone trying to get back here, and gave him my last dollar. Nothing really happened in Springfield, and in Amherst my day really got going. Got off the bus and handed a cigarette, and went on from there, with a rose, dew, strawberry milk, breakfast. *Sigh* he planned this. I'm happy, although I miss Theddie and Kierstal. My life really isn't complete without EVERYONE. Its like, one hole got filled only to open a new one. *sigh* Why can't I get everyone together under one roof? So many things standing in my way at every turn. Still, it's only really a few things, and I think some will take care of themselves, soonish. More later...
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[09 Oct 2002|01:39am] |
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This, my first entry. Ah, the freedom to write whatever I choose. Now, what shall I choose? Base info? Well, I'm a fur, first and foremost. If that offends you, fuck off. My characters are Furakushiru and Zynthalay, a hare and a rabbit related by the tossing of life. I worship Eris Discordia, the goddess of chaos and discord. She makes happy. I play DND, GURPS, Ironclaw, World Tree, and just about anything else someone has. I'm currently living in PA, but I'm moving to MA in a few days. Thats about it for now, I guess.
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