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Summary:
The world of Torpin is open, dragging in Others from different worlds. The majority of them are monsters, prone to violence. There are some, however, that are not, and are able to live amongst the human population, if allowed to. Marland should know; he's one of them. His job is to hunt and stop the Others that seek only to destroy what's around them. On one job, a human Other drops through a portal, an event which Marland has never heard of happening before. And that's not the only thing different about the human...
Rating: M
Notes: Contains heavier swearing than the previous chapters.
Any questions or clarifications, just ask. (Unless it’s, you know, plot-related. XD)
As for the italics thing, I'm going for if the word's in caps, then chances are, it's supposed to be in italics. Similarly, if there's words encompassed by -' '- , then whatever's in between them should be italicised. Some parts have been italicised here with tags because there was too much text to be italicised.
Yes, I know nothing about being injured badly, or basic first aid. It shows, doesn't it? ^ ^;;
Genre: Urban fantasy
Word count: 2,194
Total word count: 10,035
Status: Work in Progress
"Yeah, yeah," Nav said, waving a hand. "Doesn't like people, pretty paranoid, looks a bit different."
Marland flinched at the van door slamming closed. "He's an OTHER."
A brief silence. "... REALLY?" Marland's head was too disorganised, too - too soft (something?) to be even think about interpreting Nav's tone.
"So, no, ya really weren't listening t'me." Footsteps going around the van, scuffing every couple of steps. "You CAN'T be fallin' asleep already; s'only twelve."
"Hey," Nav protested weakly, "I haven't been doing this for long, you know?"
Laris sighed. "Marland, s'all right - the kid's with me," he called out in a louder voice.
"I'm not a kid," Nav muttered.
"Y'are t'me, so shut it."
Slowly, Marland made his way out in the open, keeping an unsteady eye on the two of them.
"Ya look like SHIT, Marland."
Marland's ears were already pretty much entirely flat on his head already so they couldn't go any lower. "Feel like it." Not really. Worse. His heart ached every time it beat and - he shook his head slowly, trying to focus again. He wanted to press his hand to his shoulder, but - no, can't, couldn't, even if he'd wiped his hand to clean it, he didn't, couldn't, know if the - the acid? poison? was still there.
Nav had surprisingly stayed in place, maybe hadn't even reached for a weapon. But Laris was in front of him, so, blocking view or stopping him?
"Acid or poison mouth so..." He shook his head slowly again. That was enough to understand his warning.
"We'll be careful, don't worry." There was a small smile in Laris' voice. "So, this eejit's Nav." Laris nodded to him over his shoulder.
"Why... Why is he with you?" Hell that had been hard to get out. Everything just felt out of sync, running far slower than normal.
"Jus', for just in case." Laris shrugged. "I'm gettin' older, and yer gonna need someone who doesn't attack ya on sight."
That was definitely true. Marland peered at Nav, the inherent movement in his head starting to settle down. Didn't look THAT scared - wide eyes, gaping at him, but not totally like he was going to bolt or attack him.
"Anythin' else ‘bout the Other?"
Poisonous or acidic. Could walk on both two legs and four. Shaking 'feathers' was a warning before it spat. "No." He could feel his blood seeping from his wound and he wanted nothing more than to clean it away. No. Not true. He wanted to go home, out of the eye of the rest of the world, curl up and just stay there, where he didn't have to keep a constant look out all the time. After cleaning the wound. So he was right the first time.
"All right." Laris pulled out an envelope and handed it to him. Marland pocketed it. "See ya next time," Laris said as he turned away and started poking at the Other with a foot.
So, he'd come from THAT direction, and... and he'd left the shopping somewhere. Slowly, he started making his way back.
"Uh... Laris?" Nav hadn't been paying attention when Laris told him that he had good hearing. Or Laris hadn't told him. Keeping his voice down didn't do much, apart from making Marland pay MORE attention to it. "Shouldn't he be... you know?"
Well, Nav had already shown that he could think past terror, so expecting him to want him to live was too far. Marland wasn't sure if that thought made any sense.
"What?" Gruff and distracted, and there was the snap of gloves. A second later there was another snap of gloves.
"Going to the hospital?"
... What was it recently, with humans acting in a way he wasn't expecting?
A bark of laughter. "Right, he walks in covered in blood and barely able to speak - ha, fuck that - he WALKS IN and they'll be screaming their heads off and/or attacking him.”
"Oh. ... Shit."
"Yeah. Won't take any help, so no point in offering either."
"Ah, wondered about that."
"C'mon, grab it by th' ankles."
"But-"
"The ROPE."
"Ah, right, right. Haha..."
A sigh. "You're bringing coffee with you t’morrow, got that?"
The conversation pretty much stopped at that point, and Marland had mostly gotten out of his earshot by then anyway.
THIS was the road where he'd nearly been ran over, and he'd taken a... right at the junction, so he should go left. His memory of how he got to the end of THAT street was a little fuzzy though. So, that shop looked familiar, and he'd been looking at it from... that direction, so that meant straight.
Some time later, Marland's head had cleared significantly. He still wasn't completely thinking straight, but he was able to find the shopping, still untouched, and the apartment was only a few minutes walk away from there.
He staggered up the stairwell, maybe leaving blood marks all over the walls. Shit. Through some miracle, he was able to open his door and he stumbled in, sighing in relief as soon as the door clicked shut. The lack of light was a balm for his straining eyes. He stood there for a few minutes, pretty much pressing himself up against the door, his feet keeping him in place only because he'd hooked his claws in to the ground.
When he felt slightly better, he moved to the kitchen area - misjudged, misstepped, walked right in to the counter (fridge?) and the world started spinning again.
He couldn't stop it this time, the world brightening up to the point of pain and Marland only saw the ground rushing up to him.
* * *
Bang. Bang bang. 'Marland?' Bangbangbang.
Shut up. Shutupshutupshutup.
Bangbang. 'Marland, can you hear me?' Bang.
Oh hell, why wasn't it shutting up?
Marland whimpered, flail - SHIT. The pain in his shoulder flared up again, waking him up entirely. Shitshitshit; his shoulder was still bleeding, and had left a decent-sized puddle on his floor. Barring the headache that felt like his brain was trying to squeeze out through his eyeballs and ears, he felt that he could think more in straight lines and in full sentences.
’Marland, can you hear me? Can you answer me?’ More pounding on the door. Each strike was like someone was slamming his head on the ground.
Fucking – Shitting – Argh! Marland heaved himself upright, his limbs shaking under him. Nearly stumbled in to the couch, then nearly over the table. Finally reached the door, and he thumped on it first before reaching for the key. He missed it the first time, and then got it the second time by running his hand up the door.
Light flooded his eyes and he flinched away, ears flat, head down, eyes squeezed shut and his wings moving forward to shield his head.
“Mar-“ Shodin cut himself off as he presumably saw the state that he was in. “What HAPPENED to you?”
“Fight,” Marland grunted, testing his eyes’ sensitivity. The light was still too much on the bright side, but it didn’t hurt as much as before. He moved away from the square of light; Shodin followed.
He didn’t care if he was attacked now – maybe it’d stop the throbbing and every little scrape and gaping wound making its needs known very clearly.
“Marland, you need help with that shoulder,” Shodin said, voice barely over a whisper.
“No I don’t,” he mumbled half-heartedly, fully intending to go to bed, really, but the floor was closer, and Marland sank down with as much grace as he could: none whatsoever.
He heard footsteps walk away, back to the bedroom. Good. Just leave him alone. The footsteps came back a few scant seconds later and Shodin sat down next to his head.
“Can you turn over?”
Marland growled, and swatted him with his wing. His shoulder spasmed as his muscles tightened.
“I’m not leaving until I’ve at least bound your shoulder.”
He glared up at Shodin. “You even know how to do that?”
“I’m not entirely sure,” Shodin admitted, one hand already unrolling one of the bandages. He’d bought more today, hadn’t he? “But I can emulate what you did yesterday in the very least.”
"Who says I'm gonna let you do that?"
Shodin raised his eyebrows at him, not looking impressed. "I COULD attempt to lift you up myself; I think it would be better for both us if I didn't."
He snorted. "You're as injured as I am - don't think you'd be able t'move me anywhere."
"That was my point. But, you are FAR more injured than I am; I doubt I ever lost that much blood."
Marland had to agree with that. If he let Shodin bandage him up, he'd go away, and he really had no idea why he was acting so idiotic right now. He KNEW what unknown substances could do, yet he wasn't doing anything about it. Maybe it was because of whatever the spit had been.
The only problem was that he wasn't in any way comfortable with letting Shodin patch him up.
"Well?" Shodin peered down at him. Aw, fuck, Shodin would need to turn on the lights to see.
"Fine." Unsteadily, he eased himself up and when he started to get to his feet, Shodin reached out a hand. He snarled at that, backing away and nearly falling over completely. Pain spiked up again from his shoulder.
"You can just sit here," Shodin said, leaning forward, "You don't have to fully get up."
"Yes, I do," he said through gritted teeth.
Shodin frowned at him. "You'll make it worse the more you move around."
"So let me siddown." He stumbled a few steps to the closest chair and basically fell on top of it. Which set off his shoulder again. He REALLY wasn't thinking at the moment.
"Marland," Shodin sighed, "you didn't have to do that."
"Yeah, I did." Marland motioned to the lamp. "You need light, and I need my wings not t'be crushed."
Shodin blinked, and then looked him up and down, taking in the full length of his wings. The only way he’d be able to sit with his ass on the floor would be if his wings had been snapped in half.
"Ah..."
Marland turned his head away when Shodin turned the lamp on, but that just meant he got to look at the light coming out from Shodin's room. The problem was, he wouldn't be able to just sit there not double-check what Shodin was doing to his shoulder, which meant he was stuck with staring directly at the lamp.
"There's a bunch of clean cloths in the cupboard over there," he told him, waving to the door to their right, watching where Shodin went. "Use the basin that's in the sink."
While Shodin busied himself with the water, Marland stared at his hand. His ears flicked down. He had to get to the sink to wash that off before everything else, just in case. Shodin turned towards him when he heard him approach.
"Hand. Poisonous. Drugs. Something," he attempted to explain, not really bothering. He twisted the tap out the way and stuck his hand under the stream, away from the lip of the basin. He waited a few seconds to make sure, then flicked the excess water off and made his way back to the chair. This time, he eased himself down on it. Maybe he actually was starting to get his thought processes back.
Shodin came back a few seconds later, wet cloth and basin in hand. He pulled the other chair up closer and set the basin on it. "All right, I'll start then."
Marland growled at him. "You don't have to warn me." He could see that he was about to start.
Shodin hummed. "Yes, but I have a feeling that you won't want to talk much, and I don't really like silence that much."
With the amount that he talked and asked questions, that really wasn't a surprise.
"Just tell me if it becomes too painful."
It already was on the way to becoming 'too painful', flaring up and dying down in random cycles. No point in telling him though.
The water was cool against his burning skin, but no matter how slowly Shodin moved the cloth, it tugged and felt like it was trying to pull his skin off in chunks. The water in the basin steadily turned from transparent to a dark blue colour. All the way through, Shodin kept an equal eye on both the wound and on his face, for what, Marland wasn't completely sure about.
The angle for seeing his shoulder was awkward, but he could see some of it. There were three ragged holes where the claws had gone in, not going in as far as he thought they had, nor looking as large as he thought they would be. The holes had mostly stopped bleeding. His skin had bruised pretty spectacularly, covering the entire exposed part. Huh. So that's what his skin looked like when it was bruised.
The antiseptic was going to hurt like FUCK.
Summary:
The world of Torpin is open, dragging in Others from different worlds. The majority of them are monsters, prone to violence. There are some, however, that are not, and are able to live amongst the human population, if allowed to. Marland should know; he's one of them. His job is to hunt and stop the Others that seek only to destroy what's around them. On one job, a human Other drops through a portal, an event which Marland has never heard of happening before. And that's not the only thing different about the human...
Rating: M
Notes: Contains heavier swearing than the previous chapters.
Any questions or clarifications, just ask. (Unless it’s, you know, plot-related. XD)
As for the italics thing, I'm going for if the word's in caps, then chances are, it's supposed to be in italics. Similarly, if there's words encompassed by -' '- , then whatever's in between them should be italicised. Some parts have been italicised here with tags because there was too much text to be italicised.
Yes, I know nothing about being injured badly, or basic first aid. It shows, doesn't it? ^ ^;;
Genre: Urban fantasy
Word count: 2,194
Total word count: 10,035
Status: Work in Progress
"Yeah, yeah," Nav said, waving a hand. "Doesn't like people, pretty paranoid, looks a bit different."
Marland flinched at the van door slamming closed. "He's an OTHER."
A brief silence. "... REALLY?" Marland's head was too disorganised, too - too soft (something?) to be even think about interpreting Nav's tone.
"So, no, ya really weren't listening t'me." Footsteps going around the van, scuffing every couple of steps. "You CAN'T be fallin' asleep already; s'only twelve."
"Hey," Nav protested weakly, "I haven't been doing this for long, you know?"
Laris sighed. "Marland, s'all right - the kid's with me," he called out in a louder voice.
"I'm not a kid," Nav muttered.
"Y'are t'me, so shut it."
Slowly, Marland made his way out in the open, keeping an unsteady eye on the two of them.
"Ya look like SHIT, Marland."
Marland's ears were already pretty much entirely flat on his head already so they couldn't go any lower. "Feel like it." Not really. Worse. His heart ached every time it beat and - he shook his head slowly, trying to focus again. He wanted to press his hand to his shoulder, but - no, can't, couldn't, even if he'd wiped his hand to clean it, he didn't, couldn't, know if the - the acid? poison? was still there.
Nav had surprisingly stayed in place, maybe hadn't even reached for a weapon. But Laris was in front of him, so, blocking view or stopping him?
"Acid or poison mouth so..." He shook his head slowly again. That was enough to understand his warning.
"We'll be careful, don't worry." There was a small smile in Laris' voice. "So, this eejit's Nav." Laris nodded to him over his shoulder.
"Why... Why is he with you?" Hell that had been hard to get out. Everything just felt out of sync, running far slower than normal.
"Jus', for just in case." Laris shrugged. "I'm gettin' older, and yer gonna need someone who doesn't attack ya on sight."
That was definitely true. Marland peered at Nav, the inherent movement in his head starting to settle down. Didn't look THAT scared - wide eyes, gaping at him, but not totally like he was going to bolt or attack him.
"Anythin' else ‘bout the Other?"
Poisonous or acidic. Could walk on both two legs and four. Shaking 'feathers' was a warning before it spat. "No." He could feel his blood seeping from his wound and he wanted nothing more than to clean it away. No. Not true. He wanted to go home, out of the eye of the rest of the world, curl up and just stay there, where he didn't have to keep a constant look out all the time. After cleaning the wound. So he was right the first time.
"All right." Laris pulled out an envelope and handed it to him. Marland pocketed it. "See ya next time," Laris said as he turned away and started poking at the Other with a foot.
So, he'd come from THAT direction, and... and he'd left the shopping somewhere. Slowly, he started making his way back.
"Uh... Laris?" Nav hadn't been paying attention when Laris told him that he had good hearing. Or Laris hadn't told him. Keeping his voice down didn't do much, apart from making Marland pay MORE attention to it. "Shouldn't he be... you know?"
Well, Nav had already shown that he could think past terror, so expecting him to want him to live was too far. Marland wasn't sure if that thought made any sense.
"What?" Gruff and distracted, and there was the snap of gloves. A second later there was another snap of gloves.
"Going to the hospital?"
... What was it recently, with humans acting in a way he wasn't expecting?
A bark of laughter. "Right, he walks in covered in blood and barely able to speak - ha, fuck that - he WALKS IN and they'll be screaming their heads off and/or attacking him.”
"Oh. ... Shit."
"Yeah. Won't take any help, so no point in offering either."
"Ah, wondered about that."
"C'mon, grab it by th' ankles."
"But-"
"The ROPE."
"Ah, right, right. Haha..."
A sigh. "You're bringing coffee with you t’morrow, got that?"
The conversation pretty much stopped at that point, and Marland had mostly gotten out of his earshot by then anyway.
THIS was the road where he'd nearly been ran over, and he'd taken a... right at the junction, so he should go left. His memory of how he got to the end of THAT street was a little fuzzy though. So, that shop looked familiar, and he'd been looking at it from... that direction, so that meant straight.
Some time later, Marland's head had cleared significantly. He still wasn't completely thinking straight, but he was able to find the shopping, still untouched, and the apartment was only a few minutes walk away from there.
He staggered up the stairwell, maybe leaving blood marks all over the walls. Shit. Through some miracle, he was able to open his door and he stumbled in, sighing in relief as soon as the door clicked shut. The lack of light was a balm for his straining eyes. He stood there for a few minutes, pretty much pressing himself up against the door, his feet keeping him in place only because he'd hooked his claws in to the ground.
When he felt slightly better, he moved to the kitchen area - misjudged, misstepped, walked right in to the counter (fridge?) and the world started spinning again.
He couldn't stop it this time, the world brightening up to the point of pain and Marland only saw the ground rushing up to him.
* * *
Bang. Bang bang. 'Marland?' Bangbangbang.
Shut up. Shutupshutupshutup.
Bangbang. 'Marland, can you hear me?' Bang.
Oh hell, why wasn't it shutting up?
Marland whimpered, flail - SHIT. The pain in his shoulder flared up again, waking him up entirely. Shitshitshit; his shoulder was still bleeding, and had left a decent-sized puddle on his floor. Barring the headache that felt like his brain was trying to squeeze out through his eyeballs and ears, he felt that he could think more in straight lines and in full sentences.
’Marland, can you hear me? Can you answer me?’ More pounding on the door. Each strike was like someone was slamming his head on the ground.
Fucking – Shitting – Argh! Marland heaved himself upright, his limbs shaking under him. Nearly stumbled in to the couch, then nearly over the table. Finally reached the door, and he thumped on it first before reaching for the key. He missed it the first time, and then got it the second time by running his hand up the door.
Light flooded his eyes and he flinched away, ears flat, head down, eyes squeezed shut and his wings moving forward to shield his head.
“Mar-“ Shodin cut himself off as he presumably saw the state that he was in. “What HAPPENED to you?”
“Fight,” Marland grunted, testing his eyes’ sensitivity. The light was still too much on the bright side, but it didn’t hurt as much as before. He moved away from the square of light; Shodin followed.
He didn’t care if he was attacked now – maybe it’d stop the throbbing and every little scrape and gaping wound making its needs known very clearly.
“Marland, you need help with that shoulder,” Shodin said, voice barely over a whisper.
“No I don’t,” he mumbled half-heartedly, fully intending to go to bed, really, but the floor was closer, and Marland sank down with as much grace as he could: none whatsoever.
He heard footsteps walk away, back to the bedroom. Good. Just leave him alone. The footsteps came back a few scant seconds later and Shodin sat down next to his head.
“Can you turn over?”
Marland growled, and swatted him with his wing. His shoulder spasmed as his muscles tightened.
“I’m not leaving until I’ve at least bound your shoulder.”
He glared up at Shodin. “You even know how to do that?”
“I’m not entirely sure,” Shodin admitted, one hand already unrolling one of the bandages. He’d bought more today, hadn’t he? “But I can emulate what you did yesterday in the very least.”
"Who says I'm gonna let you do that?"
Shodin raised his eyebrows at him, not looking impressed. "I COULD attempt to lift you up myself; I think it would be better for both us if I didn't."
He snorted. "You're as injured as I am - don't think you'd be able t'move me anywhere."
"That was my point. But, you are FAR more injured than I am; I doubt I ever lost that much blood."
Marland had to agree with that. If he let Shodin bandage him up, he'd go away, and he really had no idea why he was acting so idiotic right now. He KNEW what unknown substances could do, yet he wasn't doing anything about it. Maybe it was because of whatever the spit had been.
The only problem was that he wasn't in any way comfortable with letting Shodin patch him up.
"Well?" Shodin peered down at him. Aw, fuck, Shodin would need to turn on the lights to see.
"Fine." Unsteadily, he eased himself up and when he started to get to his feet, Shodin reached out a hand. He snarled at that, backing away and nearly falling over completely. Pain spiked up again from his shoulder.
"You can just sit here," Shodin said, leaning forward, "You don't have to fully get up."
"Yes, I do," he said through gritted teeth.
Shodin frowned at him. "You'll make it worse the more you move around."
"So let me siddown." He stumbled a few steps to the closest chair and basically fell on top of it. Which set off his shoulder again. He REALLY wasn't thinking at the moment.
"Marland," Shodin sighed, "you didn't have to do that."
"Yeah, I did." Marland motioned to the lamp. "You need light, and I need my wings not t'be crushed."
Shodin blinked, and then looked him up and down, taking in the full length of his wings. The only way he’d be able to sit with his ass on the floor would be if his wings had been snapped in half.
"Ah..."
Marland turned his head away when Shodin turned the lamp on, but that just meant he got to look at the light coming out from Shodin's room. The problem was, he wouldn't be able to just sit there not double-check what Shodin was doing to his shoulder, which meant he was stuck with staring directly at the lamp.
"There's a bunch of clean cloths in the cupboard over there," he told him, waving to the door to their right, watching where Shodin went. "Use the basin that's in the sink."
While Shodin busied himself with the water, Marland stared at his hand. His ears flicked down. He had to get to the sink to wash that off before everything else, just in case. Shodin turned towards him when he heard him approach.
"Hand. Poisonous. Drugs. Something," he attempted to explain, not really bothering. He twisted the tap out the way and stuck his hand under the stream, away from the lip of the basin. He waited a few seconds to make sure, then flicked the excess water off and made his way back to the chair. This time, he eased himself down on it. Maybe he actually was starting to get his thought processes back.
Shodin came back a few seconds later, wet cloth and basin in hand. He pulled the other chair up closer and set the basin on it. "All right, I'll start then."
Marland growled at him. "You don't have to warn me." He could see that he was about to start.
Shodin hummed. "Yes, but I have a feeling that you won't want to talk much, and I don't really like silence that much."
With the amount that he talked and asked questions, that really wasn't a surprise.
"Just tell me if it becomes too painful."
It already was on the way to becoming 'too painful', flaring up and dying down in random cycles. No point in telling him though.
The water was cool against his burning skin, but no matter how slowly Shodin moved the cloth, it tugged and felt like it was trying to pull his skin off in chunks. The water in the basin steadily turned from transparent to a dark blue colour. All the way through, Shodin kept an equal eye on both the wound and on his face, for what, Marland wasn't completely sure about.
The angle for seeing his shoulder was awkward, but he could see some of it. There were three ragged holes where the claws had gone in, not going in as far as he thought they had, nor looking as large as he thought they would be. The holes had mostly stopped bleeding. His skin had bruised pretty spectacularly, covering the entire exposed part. Huh. So that's what his skin looked like when it was bruised.
The antiseptic was going to hurt like FUCK.
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Date: Nov. 5th, 2010 05:57 am (UTC)*cough* I just got a call from my brother saying, "Why are you still at 0 words?? You have a friend who's already at 10k words!" Hahahaha. XD
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Date: Nov. 5th, 2010 06:18 am (UTC)I'm only at this word count because I don't have anything else to worry about, have a lot of spare time and wake up at ridiculous hours. ^ ^; And I can spend time writing at two of the three places I volunteer at (and the third one is pretty monotonous and easy to do, so I can spend the time waiting for the print outs to be done/folding up the print outs thinking about the novel.)
XDD Ahaha. Oops.
(Booo. There was something up with the nano website yesterday where it wasn't updating, so I'd have 10k words offically, but the stats page said I had 8k, and now that the website's working again, it thinks the 10k is for today so I 'didn't' reach the daily word count yesterday. :P)
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Date: Nov. 5th, 2010 06:30 am (UTC)10K is a LOT of words in a week. I'm impressed. I've looked at my fics, and one of my ongoing series is around 37k words, but that took me a few years. XDD I don't know if I'll be able to do that in a month with original fiction especially!
It's nice that you can write at the places you volunteer at. :3 Are you writing in your notebooks at the volunteer places?
Awww, even though you met the daily word count!! I need to play some catch up. XD; I'm already behind!
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Date: Nov. 5th, 2010 09:19 am (UTC)XD It iiiis. And, it's not as bad as I thought it would be, typo-wise at least. I noticed I missed a chunk in the fight scene where the Other is charging again when they were face-to-face in the previous sentence, but other than that, I think it's okay?
*checks own list* The biggest thing I written is nearly 56k, and that took me over two years. o____o;; The more and more I check my own previous stats, the more insane nano seems to be right now for me. And I remember my reaction... last year? the year before that? when you told me about nano and people writing more than what I'd done in a year within the space of a month. And now, I'm possibly on the way to doing just that.
Writing with notebooks, yeah. The receptionist volunteering place said I could bring my laptop if I wanted to, but this thing's a little on the bulky side. XD; And I just don't want it to leave the house, really.
Eeeeee, lots of writing! :D
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Date: Nov. 10th, 2010 06:32 am (UTC)Looks a bit different? HAHAHAHA. What an understatement. XD
Ah, so Marland's wings do indeed get in the way. He can't even sit down on the ground because of them! Can he fly with them...?
Oh man, both Marland and Shodin are injured right near the beginning. =P
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Date: Nov. 10th, 2010 09:20 am (UTC)Nah, Marland can't fly with them; he's too heavy. (though, ha, yeah, magic could help, but it doesn't here.)
XDD; I knnoooow. And I hadn't taken this in to account when I'd made the plan (I knew they were going to be hurt, but I hadn't thought about how long it would take for them to recover. ^ ^;)
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Date: Nov. 10th, 2010 10:17 am (UTC)Aw, one less use for wings. Okay, now that I've read all these parts, that snippet you wrote before with Marland and the kids who thought he was in costume makes so much more sense now. If he had stayed longer, they'd probably be gasping since his wings are actually moving!!
It's realistic at least, that they haven't recovered right away. XD