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monthly word count - september!
TOTAL: 34 227 :D
not baaaaad, now we're talking! :D not a LOT of things, but *big* things. That's pretty good. Not scattered. Now if i manage to bring myself back to the nuée sequel ... i spent the first two weeks writing nothing else and now we're three scenes away from the end and my brain's like nope. not cool, brain. >:X
POSTED
-Demon Patrol chapter 24 (11 207 words)
-Crash Standing chapter 16 (4 740 words)
WORK IN PROGRESS
-Crash Standing chapter 17 (3 123 words)
-Crash Standing snippet i might never use and which is spoilery therefore unposted in the meantime (156 words)
-Demon Patrol chapter 25 (2 065 words)
-Girl Genius - OC - Nuée Ardente sequel (12 936 words)
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Crash Standing chapter 17
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It's funny that in your dreams you have two arms, and that's unremarkable, and they're still horrible.
You trail gold blood and orange feathers and colorless code in your fall through Paradox Space, which doesn't have a bottom but you're aimed right for it. You're losing parts of you (body and mind) your code is faulty and no, that is not your purpose you will fail your purpose if you lack the code, why can't you shed the human instead --
Oh wait, you are, okay, proceed (feathers like strings of memories recorded in zeroes and ones) but you still can't fulfill your purpose -- obsolete hero and broken code and you can't fly, you need to fly, you need to find and trigger the code that respawns your wing you always knew there would be one but it never
You're falling and breaking and losing pieces of you and there's a shriek caught in your throat that won't come out and if only you can get it out everything will be okay again.
You tear it free and push it out and no, you have to, you can't but you have to, you will -- freefall, and you shriek, and land on the carpet stump and hipbone first.
Ow.
Fuck.
The boat does a slow, ponderous roll under you, and wings you stopped having three weeks back try to tilt into it.
You're not flying. It doesn't matter if you can't angle yourself into the fall. Hell, even when you were flying, it was sprite floating, which you could have done upside down and sideways; this is leftover crow bullshit.
You fumble along the edge of the mattress, grab the comforter, and drag it over yourself. Draping it over your head helps, and makes your throat go tight.
Something clatters off the bed. Probably your shades, or the handful of pencils you were dicking around with when you fell asleep. Mneh. They're not even shiny, who cares. It's dark and safe and nice under here; you're not looking.
One of the things that sucks about being human again is, you could sleep and dream as a sprite, but there was always that "resume waking operations" toggle button.
"Byrd?" a girl says at the door, and knocks.
Takes you a second before you... "Jane?"
Awrgh, you didn't mean 'come in'. She cracks the door open and you sit up, trying to wrap the comforter around your body. It's cool this deep down the ship, halfway under the waterline and also you're shirtless and unpreened. You rake your hand through your messy hair, and then make a wild grab for the falling comforter.
"--Oh, you were asleep, I heard... Um. Why are you on the floor?"
"Yoga exercise," you lie blandly, and shuffle to get your legs back under you. "What's up?"
You can't really see her face too well; there's just a slice of light from the corridor along one of her cheeks and the tip of her nose. You can't even tell what she's looking at.
She clears her throat, and then throws out, "Have you seen a certain piece of personal apparel in the laundry?"
Blink, blink. You sit on the edge of your bed, still awkwardly wrapped up. Your good shoulder is bared à la sexy morning-after drunkard who's afraid to flash a nipple. "Uh?"
And then the door is pushed wide open and Roxy barges right in. "Hi! Let's check out your contraband!" Grinning, she drops her ass on the other side of your bed; the mattress bounces under you. "Just kidding. It's sky blue and has little clouds on it!"
It occurs to you a bit late that they're talking about underwear.
Probably panties.
Ummmm.
"I... don't remember seeing anything like that," you say, and look away from Jane's awkward, blushing face. "Might be it was in one of the flour bags you guys filled, but if that's the case I must have missed it. D'you check the dirty hamper?"
"It's not there," Roxy informs you as she peers around your room with interest. Not that there's anything all that fascinating in here. You barely even unpacked anything from your sylladex. "We checked inside the washing machines too, but one of them was out of place and blocking stuff--"
... Yeah, you. You should probably put it back in its spot at some point.
Or get someone with two good arms and upper body strength to do it for you.
Say, Bro.
You really should.
"You, you could captchalogue it to move it around, check underneath --"
"We did that," Jane informs you, "But it stands to reason that if it was moved and then put back, then laundry might have fallen out on the way, and there's no telling exactly where it was in the meantime."
Yeah, that. "It was just in the corridor," you say, voice cracking weird. "Corridor and back. We'd have seen it out there." You clear your throat, and get up, still holding onto the comforter. "I'll look."
Roxy gets up too, looking a little disappointed, but at least you don't have to actually tell her that she should get out now.
She walks to the doorway, and then she pauses to wink at you.
"By the way... Nice hickeys! Drat, and here I was all set to set you up with Janey."
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Demon Patrol 25
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"Come in, it's unlocked!"
"Am I the only one whose ass seriously chafes being welcomed in by someone whose place it is really fucking not?" Karkat muses from somewhere down by Dave's thigh.
Karkat is really, really not the only one. Dave grunts at him -- heard you, bro, tired of hearing myself bitch though -- and pushes the front door of his apartment open.
It's clean again, at least, if he ignores the spell patterns on every single flat surface.
It's also crammed with people. Both his brothers, his sister and his aunt, Roxy, and then there's the Egbert-Crocker-Harley-English bucktoothed clusterfuck complete with the dog from hell.
His living room is not that big, okay.
Also Bec is currently sniffing at the puppet slung over Bro's shoulder with his hackles halfway up. Dave foresees an interpersonal disaster.
"You're late!" Rose says, amused, as she navigates through to him.
"Do you even know how much paperwork I missed in the last week," Dave replies, maybe complaining a little bit. They'd been cleared and back to work for three days, but between that and everything he missed when he was in the hospital, a week later Dave still isn't done catching up.
At least after today he gets to go crash home instead of yet another hotel room, he supposes.
"Did everyone eat already?" he asks, looking around. John and Jake are wolfing down sandwiches, and Roxy has her hand in a bag of chips.
"Pretty much everyone," Rose says, after she's done scanning the room. Well, fair enough; it is past nine PM.
Shit, there are spell curlicues on his ceiling.
"The plan is to put a couple layers of paint over it," Rose says, smirking. "Bro bought some already."
"Is it pink or some shit?"
"Sea-foam green! Which will go very nicely with your couch."
Wow. It's not a good safe white either but it could have been orange or hot pink; he really must have worried the dude.
He waves back at John and Jake, and stays right by the door. "Rose?"
"Hmm?"
Dave lowers his shades, looks at her over the edge.
Yeah. Fuck. John was right, her eyes do the same weirdass etch-a-sketch thing his do, only not with square-ish clock gears but with daggers of flame. On her it wouldn't even be noticeable if the pattern wasn't so regular.
"It was that thing Kankri did with our alignments, right?"
"The eyes?" She nods pensively. "Yes. I'm not sure why. It's definitive, too, but I rather think it was worth it."
Dave considers it for a few seconds, and then shrugs it off. You have to stand closer than arm's reach before it really shows; neither he nor Rose allows people that close all that often. "Yeah. So we get anime eyes, that's fine. Bummed it's not a sharingan though."
She snorts. "Yes, that is exactly what you lack out of life. A whirling red eyeball with commas in it. Anyway, we have another ten minutes before optimal moon placement, so if you want to go to the bathroom..."
He checks the room. People are still chatting. Aunt Romy is making Jake blush, oh good lord.
Karkat is busy following the edge of the big circle on his floor, big eyes almost closed, little eyes over those wide open. (Dave isn't sure what he's seeing.) Kankri watches Karkat, seated across the kitchen threshold.
Okay, good enough. He opens his front door again and tugs Rose out on the landing.
"--Dave?"
The door closing behind the two of them cuts off most of the people sounds. It's all quiet and cool and dark out here, the ceiling lights timed out.
"Not asking you to tell me if you do," he says -- his voice gone low, because even now he doesn't want to be overheard, "but do you--"
The door bursts open and light and sounds spill out. Karkat glares at him, hanging from the doorknob.
Kankri is peering over his shoulder. Fucking great.
"Come out here and hurry up," he groans. Karkat hisses at him.
"Yeah, thanks so much for the permission, you fucking monument to the glory of dick cheese!" He barrels out between Rose and Dave. Dave stares tiredly at Kankri, who watches the three of them with mild interest.
"Either in or out, Kankri, please, you are not a cat."
Okay and now several people are watching it play out. Discretion for the win. Kankri decides himself and steps out, his long-ass tail taking three centuries to clear the door. Dave closes it again with a resounding bang.
Great. And now they're just a bit crowded in the corridor.
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Nuée Ardente sequel
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To: Sorin Petrescu, care of Master Iliescu, Vulkanburg
hoy, sorin! (*scribble of a smiling face with zigzag teeth*)
how is mine favorite lava cannon these days
i think of writing to you in the way i speak all fonetik! but then i think of you mailing me back a bomb and think maybe later are you glad yet?
things are good and busy here good fights to be had and kazimir had a foot lopped off but he gets a replica made with claws on them and is happy, he kicks really hard now (*follows another page of detailed news about various jaegers, with little in the way of paragraph breaks*)
and i am going to assume if someone is reading your letter by now they have given up already and if they haven't they'd better give up now because i get to talk to them in person about their nosiness if they don't (*another toothy scribble, less friendly*)
it's weird to miss you because we didn't have a lot of time together but it's still sad when i can't tell you things and watch the faces you make at them like this face is mine favorite (*several attempts, a scandalized face, a wave-mouthed face, a face with an X for a mouth, and things in between*) like how when you want to be shocked but really you think it's funny but you don't want me to see that
also i can't touch your face or other parts of you that was also good and is missed you are very warm and comfortable to sleep on and Other Things and (*meaningless scribble*)
i have to stop writing sometimes because mine brothers think mine time on watch and their time asleep is perfect time for pranks and things and samo already see me with ink splashes on me i have to tell him big huge lie about tiny squidbeast that is totally made up (*sad toothy face*) which is sad because i make them sound delicious and now i am hungry
samo is not very smart i was lucky alright where was i
right yes wanting to touch you all over and cuddle and Special Cuddle and Things
our date wos very fun and if you want another date when i do manage to get to your town again that would be pretty nice. very pretty nice.
also it will be easier to lose mine stupid brothers in a place where i am not forbidden to take you out of the public corridors with their stupid walls and straight lines and things
when you smile wide your cheeks get the dimple things which is very unreasonably charming and i am disappointed at you for trying to charm a v serious soldier of BRB DRAGON THING
(*The ink color changes, brownish and a little flaky*)
Six days later v. v. busy so many dragons all of the dragons. lost my ink guess what i gets instead was bitten just a little will have v. neat scar for the next two months hope you see it it is in a fun place. post leaves in ten minutes can't say more!!!
vrite me at CPL Velimir Ardel 3rd Jaegermonster Regiment care of Castle Wulfenbach it will find me!! (i say the ardel part bcz there is another velimir but we don't talk about him he is not as cute as me)
~yours, veli
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Dear Veli (the cuter one, or so you say)
I have received your letter. (Obviously, since I'm answering it.) You will be glad to learn that Master Iliescu accepted my explanation that I couldn't get any mail at my place without my sister getting into it at some point, and showed no curiosity of his own. Otherwise I would have had a Serious Problem, considering what you saw fit to talk about.
I was very happy to read it either way. Even your writing in blood was cute somehow. How do you do that, it is a travesty.
I miss you too. It's silly but the town seems smaller now. (Maybe it's just that they closed the tunnels. I used to know all the shortcuts. Unfair!) But I am otherwise doing well. There's a new apprentice that my master took on and he's so young, I was never that young, was I? I bet to you he would seem utterly larval.
The members of my family are all healthy and doing well, even if my sister seems determined to see the glorious mess of our meeting as a Grand Adventure that I stole from her somehow. If one day you meet her Heroing in some dank castle pray treat her nicely. She is a brat, but a loving one.
She also wants me to tell her every single detail I may remember on the topic, and needless to say there is no way in all of Hades' domain I am sharing with her the parts I find most pertinent.
Keep your related anatomy jokes to yourself, please, I can hear them from here.
You need not fear I might send you a bomb for writing like you talk! Such a silly, unfounded notion. There's no active spark in this town, where would I even get one? (*really bad attempt at drawing a winking face in the margin, scribbled over*)
Can you believe I miss you teasing me. It was a lot of fun, spending time with you. Apart from the bits with the mortal terror I suppose but those seem far away now, whereas I just need to think about your more solid attributes such as your arms shut up Velimir and remember them with immediate physicality.
... Alright, I also remember the rest pretty well.
I'm glad to hear you're having fun with your dragons. Did you perchance keep scales as a trophy? -- no, wait, pretend I didn't say anything, you'd be liable to send me something gross next time as a souvenir. I just wondered what they looked like. Anyway it's good that you're keeping busy with your brothers. I bet you get all sad and mopey when you guys don't have anything to do.
I'll try to figure out better dating spots for when you visit. Better and probably more discreet. Urgh, so many guards around town now. Might be fun to try to sneak past them I guess, but I'd rather avoid getting the Baron's notice again. I know you'd just laugh it off having to explain it but I, personally, would die. Or kill you and then die.
So the spot has to be really, really discreet. I will be pondering it with all due seriousness. By which I mean yes on second date, there had better be a second date. I want one.
It's too bad there's no way for you guys to just operate out of Vulkanburg year long. On one hand it would be much easier to meet, but on the other hand all threats to life except from you guys would be eradicated inside of a year and then you'd be mopey and bored and possibly we'd get an influx of immigrants and jealous conquerors out to steal our preposterous amount of monster-free arable lands. ... Yes, and you'd be mopey and bored, which would be horrible anyway. (*attempt at a sad face*) (*attempt at a cow munching on grass watching a jaeger, or maybe a scarecrow. The jaeger has a speech bubble saying "verdammt!" and is shaking his fists at the sky*)
I should go to sleep now as it is very late and I have to get up early tomorrow so that I can post this. Goodnight, then. (*something that upon squinting might be "my dear" is vigorously scratched out.*)
Yours,
Sorin
PS: Ardel, huh? Heh.
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To: Sorin Petrescu, care of Master Iliescu, Vulkanburg
Why Hello Mr. Sorin Ardel JUST KIDDING i know that's not why you said it back like that its just funny. would sound damn good tho. its not a secret or anything i just really don't use it at all anymore if its not for mail and i don't get mail. about the other velimir he is velja and i am veli they don't mix us up, really it's not hard. also he is like four hundred and twenty or forty i forget and also furry and black all over w/ spines of doom, v dashing but not cute at all you would not like his butt. it is a very so-so butt.
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And why shouldn't you be Velimir Petrescu, huh? ... Though it doesn't sound quite as good. Harrumphing in real life. This is my thwarted face. (*arrow toward a very bad drawing of a frowning face.*) Man, listen to us, barely one date in and we're wondering who's the wife, that's maybe a bit of putting the cart before the horse.
By the way. You're the wife.
not baaaaad, now we're talking! :D not a LOT of things, but *big* things. That's pretty good. Not scattered. Now if i manage to bring myself back to the nuée sequel ... i spent the first two weeks writing nothing else and now we're three scenes away from the end and my brain's like nope. not cool, brain. >:X
POSTED
-Demon Patrol chapter 24 (11 207 words)
-Crash Standing chapter 16 (4 740 words)
WORK IN PROGRESS
-Crash Standing chapter 17 (3 123 words)
-Crash Standing snippet i might never use and which is spoilery therefore unposted in the meantime (156 words)
-Demon Patrol chapter 25 (2 065 words)
-Girl Genius - OC - Nuée Ardente sequel (12 936 words)
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Crash Standing chapter 17
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It's funny that in your dreams you have two arms, and that's unremarkable, and they're still horrible.
You trail gold blood and orange feathers and colorless code in your fall through Paradox Space, which doesn't have a bottom but you're aimed right for it. You're losing parts of you (body and mind) your code is faulty and no, that is not your purpose you will fail your purpose if you lack the code, why can't you shed the human instead --
Oh wait, you are, okay, proceed (feathers like strings of memories recorded in zeroes and ones) but you still can't fulfill your purpose -- obsolete hero and broken code and you can't fly, you need to fly, you need to find and trigger the code that respawns your wing you always knew there would be one but it never
You're falling and breaking and losing pieces of you and there's a shriek caught in your throat that won't come out and if only you can get it out everything will be okay again.
You tear it free and push it out and no, you have to, you can't but you have to, you will -- freefall, and you shriek, and land on the carpet stump and hipbone first.
Ow.
Fuck.
The boat does a slow, ponderous roll under you, and wings you stopped having three weeks back try to tilt into it.
You're not flying. It doesn't matter if you can't angle yourself into the fall. Hell, even when you were flying, it was sprite floating, which you could have done upside down and sideways; this is leftover crow bullshit.
You fumble along the edge of the mattress, grab the comforter, and drag it over yourself. Draping it over your head helps, and makes your throat go tight.
Something clatters off the bed. Probably your shades, or the handful of pencils you were dicking around with when you fell asleep. Mneh. They're not even shiny, who cares. It's dark and safe and nice under here; you're not looking.
One of the things that sucks about being human again is, you could sleep and dream as a sprite, but there was always that "resume waking operations" toggle button.
"Byrd?" a girl says at the door, and knocks.
Takes you a second before you... "Jane?"
Awrgh, you didn't mean 'come in'. She cracks the door open and you sit up, trying to wrap the comforter around your body. It's cool this deep down the ship, halfway under the waterline and also you're shirtless and unpreened. You rake your hand through your messy hair, and then make a wild grab for the falling comforter.
"--Oh, you were asleep, I heard... Um. Why are you on the floor?"
"Yoga exercise," you lie blandly, and shuffle to get your legs back under you. "What's up?"
You can't really see her face too well; there's just a slice of light from the corridor along one of her cheeks and the tip of her nose. You can't even tell what she's looking at.
She clears her throat, and then throws out, "Have you seen a certain piece of personal apparel in the laundry?"
Blink, blink. You sit on the edge of your bed, still awkwardly wrapped up. Your good shoulder is bared à la sexy morning-after drunkard who's afraid to flash a nipple. "Uh?"
And then the door is pushed wide open and Roxy barges right in. "Hi! Let's check out your contraband!" Grinning, she drops her ass on the other side of your bed; the mattress bounces under you. "Just kidding. It's sky blue and has little clouds on it!"
It occurs to you a bit late that they're talking about underwear.
Probably panties.
Ummmm.
"I... don't remember seeing anything like that," you say, and look away from Jane's awkward, blushing face. "Might be it was in one of the flour bags you guys filled, but if that's the case I must have missed it. D'you check the dirty hamper?"
"It's not there," Roxy informs you as she peers around your room with interest. Not that there's anything all that fascinating in here. You barely even unpacked anything from your sylladex. "We checked inside the washing machines too, but one of them was out of place and blocking stuff--"
... Yeah, you. You should probably put it back in its spot at some point.
Or get someone with two good arms and upper body strength to do it for you.
Say, Bro.
You really should.
"You, you could captchalogue it to move it around, check underneath --"
"We did that," Jane informs you, "But it stands to reason that if it was moved and then put back, then laundry might have fallen out on the way, and there's no telling exactly where it was in the meantime."
Yeah, that. "It was just in the corridor," you say, voice cracking weird. "Corridor and back. We'd have seen it out there." You clear your throat, and get up, still holding onto the comforter. "I'll look."
Roxy gets up too, looking a little disappointed, but at least you don't have to actually tell her that she should get out now.
She walks to the doorway, and then she pauses to wink at you.
"By the way... Nice hickeys! Drat, and here I was all set to set you up with Janey."
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Demon Patrol 25
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"Come in, it's unlocked!"
"Am I the only one whose ass seriously chafes being welcomed in by someone whose place it is really fucking not?" Karkat muses from somewhere down by Dave's thigh.
Karkat is really, really not the only one. Dave grunts at him -- heard you, bro, tired of hearing myself bitch though -- and pushes the front door of his apartment open.
It's clean again, at least, if he ignores the spell patterns on every single flat surface.
It's also crammed with people. Both his brothers, his sister and his aunt, Roxy, and then there's the Egbert-Crocker-Harley-English bucktoothed clusterfuck complete with the dog from hell.
His living room is not that big, okay.
Also Bec is currently sniffing at the puppet slung over Bro's shoulder with his hackles halfway up. Dave foresees an interpersonal disaster.
"You're late!" Rose says, amused, as she navigates through to him.
"Do you even know how much paperwork I missed in the last week," Dave replies, maybe complaining a little bit. They'd been cleared and back to work for three days, but between that and everything he missed when he was in the hospital, a week later Dave still isn't done catching up.
At least after today he gets to go crash home instead of yet another hotel room, he supposes.
"Did everyone eat already?" he asks, looking around. John and Jake are wolfing down sandwiches, and Roxy has her hand in a bag of chips.
"Pretty much everyone," Rose says, after she's done scanning the room. Well, fair enough; it is past nine PM.
Shit, there are spell curlicues on his ceiling.
"The plan is to put a couple layers of paint over it," Rose says, smirking. "Bro bought some already."
"Is it pink or some shit?"
"Sea-foam green! Which will go very nicely with your couch."
Wow. It's not a good safe white either but it could have been orange or hot pink; he really must have worried the dude.
He waves back at John and Jake, and stays right by the door. "Rose?"
"Hmm?"
Dave lowers his shades, looks at her over the edge.
Yeah. Fuck. John was right, her eyes do the same weirdass etch-a-sketch thing his do, only not with square-ish clock gears but with daggers of flame. On her it wouldn't even be noticeable if the pattern wasn't so regular.
"It was that thing Kankri did with our alignments, right?"
"The eyes?" She nods pensively. "Yes. I'm not sure why. It's definitive, too, but I rather think it was worth it."
Dave considers it for a few seconds, and then shrugs it off. You have to stand closer than arm's reach before it really shows; neither he nor Rose allows people that close all that often. "Yeah. So we get anime eyes, that's fine. Bummed it's not a sharingan though."
She snorts. "Yes, that is exactly what you lack out of life. A whirling red eyeball with commas in it. Anyway, we have another ten minutes before optimal moon placement, so if you want to go to the bathroom..."
He checks the room. People are still chatting. Aunt Romy is making Jake blush, oh good lord.
Karkat is busy following the edge of the big circle on his floor, big eyes almost closed, little eyes over those wide open. (Dave isn't sure what he's seeing.) Kankri watches Karkat, seated across the kitchen threshold.
Okay, good enough. He opens his front door again and tugs Rose out on the landing.
"--Dave?"
The door closing behind the two of them cuts off most of the people sounds. It's all quiet and cool and dark out here, the ceiling lights timed out.
"Not asking you to tell me if you do," he says -- his voice gone low, because even now he doesn't want to be overheard, "but do you--"
The door bursts open and light and sounds spill out. Karkat glares at him, hanging from the doorknob.
Kankri is peering over his shoulder. Fucking great.
"Come out here and hurry up," he groans. Karkat hisses at him.
"Yeah, thanks so much for the permission, you fucking monument to the glory of dick cheese!" He barrels out between Rose and Dave. Dave stares tiredly at Kankri, who watches the three of them with mild interest.
"Either in or out, Kankri, please, you are not a cat."
Okay and now several people are watching it play out. Discretion for the win. Kankri decides himself and steps out, his long-ass tail taking three centuries to clear the door. Dave closes it again with a resounding bang.
Great. And now they're just a bit crowded in the corridor.
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Nuée Ardente sequel
--
To: Sorin Petrescu, care of Master Iliescu, Vulkanburg
hoy, sorin! (*scribble of a smiling face with zigzag teeth*)
how is mine favorite lava cannon these days
i think of writing to you in the way i speak all fonetik! but then i think of you mailing me back a bomb and think maybe later are you glad yet?
things are good and busy here good fights to be had and kazimir had a foot lopped off but he gets a replica made with claws on them and is happy, he kicks really hard now (*follows another page of detailed news about various jaegers, with little in the way of paragraph breaks*)
and i am going to assume if someone is reading your letter by now they have given up already and if they haven't they'd better give up now because i get to talk to them in person about their nosiness if they don't (*another toothy scribble, less friendly*)
it's weird to miss you because we didn't have a lot of time together but it's still sad when i can't tell you things and watch the faces you make at them like this face is mine favorite (*several attempts, a scandalized face, a wave-mouthed face, a face with an X for a mouth, and things in between*) like how when you want to be shocked but really you think it's funny but you don't want me to see that
also i can't touch your face or other parts of you that was also good and is missed you are very warm and comfortable to sleep on and Other Things and (*meaningless scribble*)
i have to stop writing sometimes because mine brothers think mine time on watch and their time asleep is perfect time for pranks and things and samo already see me with ink splashes on me i have to tell him big huge lie about tiny squidbeast that is totally made up (*sad toothy face*) which is sad because i make them sound delicious and now i am hungry
samo is not very smart i was lucky alright where was i
right yes wanting to touch you all over and cuddle and Special Cuddle and Things
our date wos very fun and if you want another date when i do manage to get to your town again that would be pretty nice. very pretty nice.
also it will be easier to lose mine stupid brothers in a place where i am not forbidden to take you out of the public corridors with their stupid walls and straight lines and things
when you smile wide your cheeks get the dimple things which is very unreasonably charming and i am disappointed at you for trying to charm a v serious soldier of BRB DRAGON THING
(*The ink color changes, brownish and a little flaky*)
Six days later v. v. busy so many dragons all of the dragons. lost my ink guess what i gets instead was bitten just a little will have v. neat scar for the next two months hope you see it it is in a fun place. post leaves in ten minutes can't say more!!!
vrite me at CPL Velimir Ardel 3rd Jaegermonster Regiment care of Castle Wulfenbach it will find me!! (i say the ardel part bcz there is another velimir but we don't talk about him he is not as cute as me)
~yours, veli
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Dear Veli (the cuter one, or so you say)
I have received your letter. (Obviously, since I'm answering it.) You will be glad to learn that Master Iliescu accepted my explanation that I couldn't get any mail at my place without my sister getting into it at some point, and showed no curiosity of his own. Otherwise I would have had a Serious Problem, considering what you saw fit to talk about.
I was very happy to read it either way. Even your writing in blood was cute somehow. How do you do that, it is a travesty.
I miss you too. It's silly but the town seems smaller now. (Maybe it's just that they closed the tunnels. I used to know all the shortcuts. Unfair!) But I am otherwise doing well. There's a new apprentice that my master took on and he's so young, I was never that young, was I? I bet to you he would seem utterly larval.
The members of my family are all healthy and doing well, even if my sister seems determined to see the glorious mess of our meeting as a Grand Adventure that I stole from her somehow. If one day you meet her Heroing in some dank castle pray treat her nicely. She is a brat, but a loving one.
She also wants me to tell her every single detail I may remember on the topic, and needless to say there is no way in all of Hades' domain I am sharing with her the parts I find most pertinent.
Keep your related anatomy jokes to yourself, please, I can hear them from here.
You need not fear I might send you a bomb for writing like you talk! Such a silly, unfounded notion. There's no active spark in this town, where would I even get one? (*really bad attempt at drawing a winking face in the margin, scribbled over*)
Can you believe I miss you teasing me. It was a lot of fun, spending time with you. Apart from the bits with the mortal terror I suppose but those seem far away now, whereas I just need to think about your more solid attributes such as your arms shut up Velimir and remember them with immediate physicality.
... Alright, I also remember the rest pretty well.
I'm glad to hear you're having fun with your dragons. Did you perchance keep scales as a trophy? -- no, wait, pretend I didn't say anything, you'd be liable to send me something gross next time as a souvenir. I just wondered what they looked like. Anyway it's good that you're keeping busy with your brothers. I bet you get all sad and mopey when you guys don't have anything to do.
I'll try to figure out better dating spots for when you visit. Better and probably more discreet. Urgh, so many guards around town now. Might be fun to try to sneak past them I guess, but I'd rather avoid getting the Baron's notice again. I know you'd just laugh it off having to explain it but I, personally, would die. Or kill you and then die.
So the spot has to be really, really discreet. I will be pondering it with all due seriousness. By which I mean yes on second date, there had better be a second date. I want one.
It's too bad there's no way for you guys to just operate out of Vulkanburg year long. On one hand it would be much easier to meet, but on the other hand all threats to life except from you guys would be eradicated inside of a year and then you'd be mopey and bored and possibly we'd get an influx of immigrants and jealous conquerors out to steal our preposterous amount of monster-free arable lands. ... Yes, and you'd be mopey and bored, which would be horrible anyway. (*attempt at a sad face*) (*attempt at a cow munching on grass watching a jaeger, or maybe a scarecrow. The jaeger has a speech bubble saying "verdammt!" and is shaking his fists at the sky*)
I should go to sleep now as it is very late and I have to get up early tomorrow so that I can post this. Goodnight, then. (*something that upon squinting might be "my dear" is vigorously scratched out.*)
Yours,
Sorin
PS: Ardel, huh? Heh.
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To: Sorin Petrescu, care of Master Iliescu, Vulkanburg
Why Hello Mr. Sorin Ardel JUST KIDDING i know that's not why you said it back like that its just funny. would sound damn good tho. its not a secret or anything i just really don't use it at all anymore if its not for mail and i don't get mail. about the other velimir he is velja and i am veli they don't mix us up, really it's not hard. also he is like four hundred and twenty or forty i forget and also furry and black all over w/ spines of doom, v dashing but not cute at all you would not like his butt. it is a very so-so butt.
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And why shouldn't you be Velimir Petrescu, huh? ... Though it doesn't sound quite as good. Harrumphing in real life. This is my thwarted face. (*arrow toward a very bad drawing of a frowning face.*) Man, listen to us, barely one date in and we're wondering who's the wife, that's maybe a bit of putting the cart before the horse.
By the way. You're the wife.