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Monthly Word Count - June
TOTAL: 24 825
Not too bad i guess, i was just starting to get used to 30k average. blah. i'm so self-critical wow no asuka stop this is still good. XD;;;
WIP:
-GW: Lone Wolf and Pilot (4 536 words) (^o^!!!)
-Potentially Maybe IDK chatlog for Crash Standing 'verse idk (270 words)
-Battlefield Terra chapter 7 (3 717 words)
-Covalent: Rose&Sollux chatlog that i'm not teasering yet (238 words)
-Covalent : potential troll porn-discussion chatlog (200 words) ( :/ )
-Midnight on the Demon Patrol 17(193 words) ( :X )
POSTED:
-Covalent: the Jane fic (3 406 words)
-Crash Standing 11 (6 239 words)
-Midnight on the Demon Patrol 16 (2 342 words)
-Covalent: On the Outside Looking in (outside POV on Dave/Dirk/Jane) (3 684 words)
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GW: Lone Wolf and Pilot
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"Okay, uh, Killer. Sit."
Duo pinched his lips and refrained from commenting or thinking anything at all. The lesson right now was supposed to get the wolves used to taking spoken commands from other Preventers, in case their brother was unavailable (read: too badly injured to control the wolf themselves) or there was too much distracting thought-noise. It would have helped a bit more if Maguire -- one of the wolfless trainees -- sounded a little more convinced, perhaps.
At least the dude wasn't afraid of Killer, which was a step up from the rest.
Sighing, Maguire went to push Killer's rump down; Killer sidestepped and went to place himself on Duo's other side, vaguely offended by the manhandling attempt.
Come on, he gives you treats, listen to him.
Killer grumbled deep in his throat and started grooming one of his paws pointedly. Not dominant. Not mine. No.
"Sorry, man."
"S'okay. At least he likes me a bit now. Didn't even growl or anything."
"At this rate he might even let you touch his head by next month!" Duo replied, and then laughed a little through his groan, and shoved Killer's shoulder. "Why are you such a diva, buddy."
Killer's reply was thoroughly unprintable, by which was meant it was a big jumble of smells that implied Duo stank like a veterinarian office.
That's mean and I am very hurt, Duo thought, and tried not to ruin it by laughing.
The drill instructor wound his way through the class, such as it was -- bit of a mess, because Chiquito was here, and so was his mom, Bianchi, plus her other two cubs who hadn't chosen a brother or sister yet. Wangai and a couple of wolfless trainees were trying and so far failing to teach them to sit on command.
At least you're not being outdone by the cubs, I guess.
Vet office and needles.
"Maxwell, still no progress?"
Segura didn't look judgmental at least, just reserved. Duo gave him an apologetic wince. "No, sir, sorry. I told him he was supposed to obey but he won't hear it. Says Maguire's not his and not dominant. He likes him okay, just won't obey for a treat."
He was prepared to hear something about how he wasn't trying hard enough, but the drill instructor startled him. "Yeah, happens sometimes with the dominant ones. Okay, let's think smaller steps, can you manage to teach him the words yourself? Like, if you don't think about the action, so he doesn't respond to what he sees in your head instead of the sounds. That'll be a start."
Duo blinked. "Oh, I could try."
"Does he know any verbal commands at all?"
"Some, but they were all hammered in when he was still pretty young and I don't even know what did it. I mean, the way I hurried to throw myself on the ground when one of the trainers yelled incoming--"
Killer startled, lifted his muzzle, ears up, confused by the calm, easy tone it had come out with.
"No, buddy, just talking. I mean, he knew if he didn't follow we'd be pelted with rubber balls next, and those hurt, and I was definitely thinking about that."
Segura snorted, gave a wry nod. "Too bad those aren't Preventer-approved training methods. Reward-based only."
Better than taking a bullet to the head, Duo thought, but he wasn't out of patience enough to say it.
"What other commands does he know?"
"Urr, let me think. I'm not sure. He's learned a lot of words by association from hearing them a lot, but..." Duo scratched his chin, thoughtful. "Like how b-o-m-b means 'run away.' Papers -- if you said it like a man in charge to loitering kids he's kinda pissed off at -- used to mean 'create a distraction so I can get out of here.' And I'm afraid he thinks 'drop your w-e-a-p-o-n' actually means 'disarm the dude who yelled it'. That's, uh. Yeah."
Segura started massaging his temple. "It's going to be fun retraining him, I see."
"Sorry." Shit, why was Duo even apologizing. Blargh.
The drill instructor sighed. "No, it was what you two needed at the time, I get that. Just... don't get knocked out until we're done."
"Uh, sure thing."
"It'll take private lessons, I think. Okay, rest of the hour, keep working with him on sit and stay -- yes, Agent Barton?"
--
Potentially Maybe IDK chatlog for Crash Standing 'verse idk
--
-- giftofGab [GG] started pestering gailyTerminating [GT] --
GG: so i was wondering
GG: like seriously this is a deep and srs dilemma that i considered for ages before acting on it like a totally thoughtful and plan happy dude
GG: at least a whole thirty seconds
GG: what the fuck are you doing on my chumproll
GG: if you dont mind enlightening me
GT: Oh good fucking Lord.
GG: cause ive had some determined fans in my time but ones hackery enough to root out my private chumhandle and put themselves in are a bit above and beyond
GG: i would have been happy with your panties
GT: My name is Burt Strider.
GT: If you call me anything but Bro you won't call me anything else, ever again.
GT: On a related note, you really don't want my panties.
--
Battlefield Terra
--
Karkat nudged him out and tucked his thoughts back behind his mind shield. "Rhoz? I. I want. Rgh."
"Why don't you ask me the word?"
"No, a lot fuck you."
Rose chuckled. "That's not polite."
Karkat grunted at her. "I know."
"Do you know how to be polite, though? With us it's okay, but with others it wouldn't be."
"Mn. No. I want ask that. Poleeth? Po-li-te. That, later yes, I..."
"I need to know," John said for him; it was about the only thought surfacing clearly enough.
Good boy best dictionary.
Haha, fuck you. "And no kidding you really do."
"Fuck your shit face -- no Zhann, stop. No." I'm warning you --
John started waggling his eyebrows, but Rose beat him to the punch. "Mm, kinky."
"Oh my god, Rose," John groaned. "No. Bad. Stop."
You were right she is evil. Why did she give you/us that mental picture (now I know what this shit word means for sure wasn't sure guess that's good??)
"See it as gentle corrective punishment for continuing to talk over my head no matter how many times I ask you to keep me in the loop." Her eyes narrowed somewhat playfully (but still evilly) at John. "My apologies for making you collateral damage, Khrkat."
"No, I'm bad with Zhann. Bad a lot." He gave her a little apologetic bow, lips pressed down quite firmly to keep from smiling back.
"You would say 'I'm sorry' there. Just 'sorry' in more casual situations."
"Sorrh-ey. Sorrree. Hm. No that's bad."
"Still has an accent, but it's understandable. Don't fret, buddy."
Guess what I'm thinking about your generous advice.
Noo, I bet it's rude and crude and I'm way too delicate and refined to hear pffff.
--
Covalent (idk if i'm keeping it :/)
--
-- turntechGodhead [TG] opened memo sharing is caring esp when its mental trauma on sub-board Humankin Only on board FUCK PARADOX SPACE IN EVERY SINGLE BLACK HOLE: THE MOVIE --
TG: so
TG: if youve got a computer in your house slash hive slash that pile of bricks and drone buttmucus bravely protecting you from the elements
TG: as opposed to a computer you used to have in your sylladex ingame or wore on your royal visage like some peoples sweet ass shades
TG: how many of you have noticed that the files will have been translated into fucken trollitude too
TG: by which i mean holy shit so many alien dongs
TG: weave them all together there would be shade over half the planet
TG: that is one fine cornucopia of bored actors strutting their zoomed in body parts
-- tipsyGnostalgic [TG] joined memo --
TG: ahahahahax5
TG: lmaoooooo no kidding??? holy shit i gotta check that out pronto
TG: yeah teen mom have fun excavating
TG: then we can have a competition over the best horrorshow
TG: pfft
TG: i bet u totally took ur thing for a ride or three exploring that shit ;33
TG: jegus notmom
--
Midnight on the Demon Patrol
--
"Casualties?"
Dave shuffles his weight from knees to feet, straightens up. He tries not to move too fast; he's a bit dizzy. His sister is at his back, a few feet away -- it's crazy how irrationally safe he feels -- so he keeps watching the rookies.
They're still dazed, but Grier doesn't need prompting to pull up a second wind barrier, just in case the demon on the other side of the street stops feeling like allowing them to chew the fat.
"Burnett's out, so is Crowbar. The rookies are mindfucked. Grier?"
"No injuries." Dave's pretty sure the man has a series of very nice, deep bruises, but he's not gonna feel them properly until later anyway, so they don't count. He agrees with this way of thinking. Yep.
"And Karkat's got a dislocated wing and a probable concussion."
"You forgot someone," Rose says pointedly.
"... And lacerations on my arm." Which he needs to bandage the second he gets a minute, come to think of it, because it's not clotting fast enough and he's gonna get dizzy soon.
Anyway it was dislocated; it's not anymore. He'll whine about the swelling later.
Not too bad i guess, i was just starting to get used to 30k average. blah. i'm so self-critical wow no asuka stop this is still good. XD;;;
WIP:
-GW: Lone Wolf and Pilot (4 536 words) (^o^!!!)
-Potentially Maybe IDK chatlog for Crash Standing 'verse idk (270 words)
-Battlefield Terra chapter 7 (3 717 words)
-Covalent: Rose&Sollux chatlog that i'm not teasering yet (238 words)
-Covalent : potential troll porn-discussion chatlog (200 words) ( :/ )
-Midnight on the Demon Patrol 17(193 words) ( :X )
POSTED:
-Covalent: the Jane fic (3 406 words)
-Crash Standing 11 (6 239 words)
-Midnight on the Demon Patrol 16 (2 342 words)
-Covalent: On the Outside Looking in (outside POV on Dave/Dirk/Jane) (3 684 words)
--
GW: Lone Wolf and Pilot
--
"Okay, uh, Killer. Sit."
Duo pinched his lips and refrained from commenting or thinking anything at all. The lesson right now was supposed to get the wolves used to taking spoken commands from other Preventers, in case their brother was unavailable (read: too badly injured to control the wolf themselves) or there was too much distracting thought-noise. It would have helped a bit more if Maguire -- one of the wolfless trainees -- sounded a little more convinced, perhaps.
At least the dude wasn't afraid of Killer, which was a step up from the rest.
Sighing, Maguire went to push Killer's rump down; Killer sidestepped and went to place himself on Duo's other side, vaguely offended by the manhandling attempt.
Come on, he gives you treats, listen to him.
Killer grumbled deep in his throat and started grooming one of his paws pointedly. Not dominant. Not mine. No.
"Sorry, man."
"S'okay. At least he likes me a bit now. Didn't even growl or anything."
"At this rate he might even let you touch his head by next month!" Duo replied, and then laughed a little through his groan, and shoved Killer's shoulder. "Why are you such a diva, buddy."
Killer's reply was thoroughly unprintable, by which was meant it was a big jumble of smells that implied Duo stank like a veterinarian office.
That's mean and I am very hurt, Duo thought, and tried not to ruin it by laughing.
The drill instructor wound his way through the class, such as it was -- bit of a mess, because Chiquito was here, and so was his mom, Bianchi, plus her other two cubs who hadn't chosen a brother or sister yet. Wangai and a couple of wolfless trainees were trying and so far failing to teach them to sit on command.
At least you're not being outdone by the cubs, I guess.
Vet office and needles.
"Maxwell, still no progress?"
Segura didn't look judgmental at least, just reserved. Duo gave him an apologetic wince. "No, sir, sorry. I told him he was supposed to obey but he won't hear it. Says Maguire's not his and not dominant. He likes him okay, just won't obey for a treat."
He was prepared to hear something about how he wasn't trying hard enough, but the drill instructor startled him. "Yeah, happens sometimes with the dominant ones. Okay, let's think smaller steps, can you manage to teach him the words yourself? Like, if you don't think about the action, so he doesn't respond to what he sees in your head instead of the sounds. That'll be a start."
Duo blinked. "Oh, I could try."
"Does he know any verbal commands at all?"
"Some, but they were all hammered in when he was still pretty young and I don't even know what did it. I mean, the way I hurried to throw myself on the ground when one of the trainers yelled incoming--"
Killer startled, lifted his muzzle, ears up, confused by the calm, easy tone it had come out with.
"No, buddy, just talking. I mean, he knew if he didn't follow we'd be pelted with rubber balls next, and those hurt, and I was definitely thinking about that."
Segura snorted, gave a wry nod. "Too bad those aren't Preventer-approved training methods. Reward-based only."
Better than taking a bullet to the head, Duo thought, but he wasn't out of patience enough to say it.
"What other commands does he know?"
"Urr, let me think. I'm not sure. He's learned a lot of words by association from hearing them a lot, but..." Duo scratched his chin, thoughtful. "Like how b-o-m-b means 'run away.' Papers -- if you said it like a man in charge to loitering kids he's kinda pissed off at -- used to mean 'create a distraction so I can get out of here.' And I'm afraid he thinks 'drop your w-e-a-p-o-n' actually means 'disarm the dude who yelled it'. That's, uh. Yeah."
Segura started massaging his temple. "It's going to be fun retraining him, I see."
"Sorry." Shit, why was Duo even apologizing. Blargh.
The drill instructor sighed. "No, it was what you two needed at the time, I get that. Just... don't get knocked out until we're done."
"Uh, sure thing."
"It'll take private lessons, I think. Okay, rest of the hour, keep working with him on sit and stay -- yes, Agent Barton?"
--
Potentially Maybe IDK chatlog for Crash Standing 'verse idk
--
-- giftofGab [GG] started pestering gailyTerminating [GT] --
GG: so i was wondering
GG: like seriously this is a deep and srs dilemma that i considered for ages before acting on it like a totally thoughtful and plan happy dude
GG: at least a whole thirty seconds
GG: what the fuck are you doing on my chumproll
GG: if you dont mind enlightening me
GT: Oh good fucking Lord.
GG: cause ive had some determined fans in my time but ones hackery enough to root out my private chumhandle and put themselves in are a bit above and beyond
GG: i would have been happy with your panties
GT: My name is Burt Strider.
GT: If you call me anything but Bro you won't call me anything else, ever again.
GT: On a related note, you really don't want my panties.
--
Battlefield Terra
--
Karkat nudged him out and tucked his thoughts back behind his mind shield. "Rhoz? I. I want. Rgh."
"Why don't you ask me the word?"
"No, a lot fuck you."
Rose chuckled. "That's not polite."
Karkat grunted at her. "I know."
"Do you know how to be polite, though? With us it's okay, but with others it wouldn't be."
"Mn. No. I want ask that. Poleeth? Po-li-te. That, later yes, I..."
"I need to know," John said for him; it was about the only thought surfacing clearly enough.
Good boy best dictionary.
Haha, fuck you. "And no kidding you really do."
"Fuck your shit face -- no Zhann, stop. No." I'm warning you --
John started waggling his eyebrows, but Rose beat him to the punch. "Mm, kinky."
"Oh my god, Rose," John groaned. "No. Bad. Stop."
You were right she is evil. Why did she give you/us that mental picture (now I know what this shit word means for sure wasn't sure guess that's good??)
"See it as gentle corrective punishment for continuing to talk over my head no matter how many times I ask you to keep me in the loop." Her eyes narrowed somewhat playfully (but still evilly) at John. "My apologies for making you collateral damage, Khrkat."
"No, I'm bad with Zhann. Bad a lot." He gave her a little apologetic bow, lips pressed down quite firmly to keep from smiling back.
"You would say 'I'm sorry' there. Just 'sorry' in more casual situations."
"Sorrh-ey. Sorrree. Hm. No that's bad."
"Still has an accent, but it's understandable. Don't fret, buddy."
Guess what I'm thinking about your generous advice.
Noo, I bet it's rude and crude and I'm way too delicate and refined to hear pffff.
--
Covalent (idk if i'm keeping it :/)
--
-- turntechGodhead [TG] opened memo sharing is caring esp when its mental trauma on sub-board Humankin Only on board FUCK PARADOX SPACE IN EVERY SINGLE BLACK HOLE: THE MOVIE --
TG: so
TG: if youve got a computer in your house slash hive slash that pile of bricks and drone buttmucus bravely protecting you from the elements
TG: as opposed to a computer you used to have in your sylladex ingame or wore on your royal visage like some peoples sweet ass shades
TG: how many of you have noticed that the files will have been translated into fucken trollitude too
TG: by which i mean holy shit so many alien dongs
TG: weave them all together there would be shade over half the planet
TG: that is one fine cornucopia of bored actors strutting their zoomed in body parts
-- tipsyGnostalgic [TG] joined memo --
TG: ahahahahax5
TG: lmaoooooo no kidding??? holy shit i gotta check that out pronto
TG: yeah teen mom have fun excavating
TG: then we can have a competition over the best horrorshow
TG: pfft
TG: i bet u totally took ur thing for a ride or three exploring that shit ;33
TG: jegus notmom
--
Midnight on the Demon Patrol
--
"Casualties?"
Dave shuffles his weight from knees to feet, straightens up. He tries not to move too fast; he's a bit dizzy. His sister is at his back, a few feet away -- it's crazy how irrationally safe he feels -- so he keeps watching the rookies.
They're still dazed, but Grier doesn't need prompting to pull up a second wind barrier, just in case the demon on the other side of the street stops feeling like allowing them to chew the fat.
"Burnett's out, so is Crowbar. The rookies are mindfucked. Grier?"
"No injuries." Dave's pretty sure the man has a series of very nice, deep bruises, but he's not gonna feel them properly until later anyway, so they don't count. He agrees with this way of thinking. Yep.
"And Karkat's got a dislocated wing and a probable concussion."
"You forgot someone," Rose says pointedly.
"... And lacerations on my arm." Which he needs to bandage the second he gets a minute, come to think of it, because it's not clotting fast enough and he's gonna get dizzy soon.
Anyway it was dislocated; it's not anymore. He'll whine about the swelling later.