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yukinoomoni) wrote2010-01-02 07:42 pm
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Post an excerpt from each of your WIPs because if you do you might be magically inspired to finish them.
1. The Lady and the Monk (Avatar: TLA)
Aang put a hand to his chin. “Okay, so if Mai is your etiquette police, what do you need me there for?”
“Because you’re the Avatar, dummy,” Mai replied flatly.
“Plus, uh,” and the blush spread to Zuko’s cheeks. “Sometimes Mai has this uncanny ability to distract me. I would hate for this to happen while I’m overseeing. I know you could help me with that.”
Mai covered her mouth and turned her head away, her shoulders shaking.
Aang was silent for a moment, obviously not sure what this meant. That was, just for a moment. Then his eyes focused, widened, and rolled upward. “Oh, man,” he groaned, putting a hand to his forehead. “And you expect to be Fire Lord in a few days with a thought process like that?”
2. Spiritual Guidance (Avatar: TLA)
Shakily, realising that this immense figure must be Kyoshi, Roku placed his hands together in Fire Nation style and bowed low. “Avatar Kyoshi—,”
Something hard and gold slapped down on his hands. He yelped, the sting of pain jolting him out of his stance. Shaking his hands, he looked up at the woman in shock and pain. “Ow, what was that for?!” he demanded, his voice cracking a little.
Kyoshi looked coolly down at him, her arm still out and holding the folded fan that she had slapped him with. “I am not Fire Nation, and you know it. And yet you still greet me as you would someone of the Fire Nation.”
Roku stared, his hands held in front of him. “So what?”
Kyoshi’s left eye twitched. He would get used to seeing that. “So, young dummy, not everyone uses that kind of greeting. If you are going to be a good Avatar, and not some kind of playboy or nuisance like Kuruk, you need to learn how to respect each and every nation you set foot on. You are greeting someone of the Earth Kingdom. You thus should use the proper hand formation in doing so.”
3. The Replacement (Avatar: TLA)
There was a long pause. Then the door creaked open slowly, and they were greeted by a flat, unimpressed, but familiar voice.
“Oh, no. You cannot come in. I’ve just managed to clean up the mess you left the last time you were here.”
Sokka grinned in his most charming way. “Come on, Fat! It’s your old buddy, Sokka! Let me in, I need to talk to the Master!”
Fat started to close the door, but it was Toph, and not Sokka, who jammed her foot into it and stopped it from closing. She narrowed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and held up her hands. “Open this door or I’ll make you,” she snarled.
Needless to say, her method worked.
4. True Spirit (Avatar: TLA)
Slowly, he got to his feet, holding the mask in one hand. He walked over to his dresser and placed it atop, opening one drawer and pulling out the most hated object in the entire room: a small, round mirror. He scowled at it, looking into it briefly: an angry, pale-faced young man glared back, one eye buried within a patch of still-tender red skin. He looked away almost as quickly as he had looked into it, swallowing hard. He set the mirror on the dresser beside the mask.
Then, slowly, as if he was sleep-walking, he slid the mask over his face and tied it on.
To his surprise, it was a perfect fit, as if it had been custom-made for him. Granted, the ribbon was a little big and had to be looped, but everything else fit perfectly. He blinked from behind it, the world narrowed by the eyeholes. He felt almost...protected by the mask, as if anonymity was a weapon.
Gingerly, Zuko picked up the mirror and looked again.
And saw the difference as immediately as if someone had punched him in the chest. The angry, banished and hated young prince was no more. Instead, what he saw was a proud, fearless and somewhat sadistic creature of the Spirit World, ready to steal your heart and laugh about it. The maniacal grin was the anti-thesis of his own sullen frown, and the scar? He wanted to laugh; what scar? There was no scar! There was only blue and white and hell-bent mischief.
5. Happy Birthday (Slayers)
Gourry thought that it was a dumb idea. He had argued that very point: Yuki was only two, and she wouldn’t remember, anyway, so what did it matter?
“And, besides, you should be lying down,” he added, placing a hand on her swelling belly and giving her an endearing look of worry. “You should be off your feet.”
“Oh?” she smiled, placing her hand over his. “And why do you think that?”
“With all of the spicy food you’ve been craving, it’s been giving you gas. If you stayed it one room, it would be easier to bear.”
Even pregnant, Lina was able to throw him to the ground with a few choice words. That seemed to settle the argument in her favour.
6. All's Messy in Love and Hate (Mardimalle)
"You..." Here it comes, Darmi thought, bracing herself. "You're psychic!" He exclaimed, sounding breathless.
Darmi paused, surprised. She quickly assessed the way he said it, and realised, with a wave of happiness, that the catch in his voice wasn't from disgust, but from amazement.
She shook her head slowly in response to his exclamation. "Telepathic," she corrected. "My vocal cords are deformed."
The man's face went alight with a wide smile. It made him seem much, much younger. "Neat," he said, his eyes shining in wonder. Then he reddened. "Er, not that it's neat to be deformed. Er! Not that you're deformed!"
Suddenly, he slammed his head down on the table, groaning. Darmi started a little, and was about to reach down, when she heard him said pitifully, "I'm so hungry it's making me stupid!" he moaned.
7. Hidden Dreams (Devnada Rada)
Slowly, a little nervously, Vitta moved. Her arms and legs were a little stiff, and she jerked a bit, but somehow, her body seemed to know what to do without being taught. With her eyes shut, her mind focused on her breathing, she slid her arms and legs into complex patterns, weaving in and out across the floor of the room.
These moves she always kept to herself. When she had tried to explain it to Vatta one day, her sister had looked confused and didn’t understand. When she had tried to show it to her teacher, she was chastised and made to focus on her lessons. Now, alone, with some spare time, she focused on this dance with her body, felt the burn of muscles being moved, felt the giddiness of the rush of blood through her veins.
And then, without thinking, she moved her fingers through the air, unconsciously tracing nonsense patterns. With her eyes closed, she didn’t see that her fingers left behind residuals of her tracing, the colour a faint yellow-orange. In her mind’s eye, all she could see was a rushing fire, being bowed by a gusting wind.
And then, quite suddenly, she thrust both right foot and right hand forward, her eyes snapping open. Her foot landed on the ground, and her hand...from her palm, a flurry of bright orange flames erupted, curling through the air before her before vanishing into ash.
=O I wonder which ones I should abandon?!
1. The Lady and the Monk (Avatar: TLA)
Aang put a hand to his chin. “Okay, so if Mai is your etiquette police, what do you need me there for?”
“Because you’re the Avatar, dummy,” Mai replied flatly.
“Plus, uh,” and the blush spread to Zuko’s cheeks. “Sometimes Mai has this uncanny ability to distract me. I would hate for this to happen while I’m overseeing. I know you could help me with that.”
Mai covered her mouth and turned her head away, her shoulders shaking.
Aang was silent for a moment, obviously not sure what this meant. That was, just for a moment. Then his eyes focused, widened, and rolled upward. “Oh, man,” he groaned, putting a hand to his forehead. “And you expect to be Fire Lord in a few days with a thought process like that?”
2. Spiritual Guidance (Avatar: TLA)
Shakily, realising that this immense figure must be Kyoshi, Roku placed his hands together in Fire Nation style and bowed low. “Avatar Kyoshi—,”
Something hard and gold slapped down on his hands. He yelped, the sting of pain jolting him out of his stance. Shaking his hands, he looked up at the woman in shock and pain. “Ow, what was that for?!” he demanded, his voice cracking a little.
Kyoshi looked coolly down at him, her arm still out and holding the folded fan that she had slapped him with. “I am not Fire Nation, and you know it. And yet you still greet me as you would someone of the Fire Nation.”
Roku stared, his hands held in front of him. “So what?”
Kyoshi’s left eye twitched. He would get used to seeing that. “So, young dummy, not everyone uses that kind of greeting. If you are going to be a good Avatar, and not some kind of playboy or nuisance like Kuruk, you need to learn how to respect each and every nation you set foot on. You are greeting someone of the Earth Kingdom. You thus should use the proper hand formation in doing so.”
3. The Replacement (Avatar: TLA)
There was a long pause. Then the door creaked open slowly, and they were greeted by a flat, unimpressed, but familiar voice.
“Oh, no. You cannot come in. I’ve just managed to clean up the mess you left the last time you were here.”
Sokka grinned in his most charming way. “Come on, Fat! It’s your old buddy, Sokka! Let me in, I need to talk to the Master!”
Fat started to close the door, but it was Toph, and not Sokka, who jammed her foot into it and stopped it from closing. She narrowed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and held up her hands. “Open this door or I’ll make you,” she snarled.
Needless to say, her method worked.
4. True Spirit (Avatar: TLA)
Slowly, he got to his feet, holding the mask in one hand. He walked over to his dresser and placed it atop, opening one drawer and pulling out the most hated object in the entire room: a small, round mirror. He scowled at it, looking into it briefly: an angry, pale-faced young man glared back, one eye buried within a patch of still-tender red skin. He looked away almost as quickly as he had looked into it, swallowing hard. He set the mirror on the dresser beside the mask.
Then, slowly, as if he was sleep-walking, he slid the mask over his face and tied it on.
To his surprise, it was a perfect fit, as if it had been custom-made for him. Granted, the ribbon was a little big and had to be looped, but everything else fit perfectly. He blinked from behind it, the world narrowed by the eyeholes. He felt almost...protected by the mask, as if anonymity was a weapon.
Gingerly, Zuko picked up the mirror and looked again.
And saw the difference as immediately as if someone had punched him in the chest. The angry, banished and hated young prince was no more. Instead, what he saw was a proud, fearless and somewhat sadistic creature of the Spirit World, ready to steal your heart and laugh about it. The maniacal grin was the anti-thesis of his own sullen frown, and the scar? He wanted to laugh; what scar? There was no scar! There was only blue and white and hell-bent mischief.
5. Happy Birthday (Slayers)
Gourry thought that it was a dumb idea. He had argued that very point: Yuki was only two, and she wouldn’t remember, anyway, so what did it matter?
“And, besides, you should be lying down,” he added, placing a hand on her swelling belly and giving her an endearing look of worry. “You should be off your feet.”
“Oh?” she smiled, placing her hand over his. “And why do you think that?”
“With all of the spicy food you’ve been craving, it’s been giving you gas. If you stayed it one room, it would be easier to bear.”
Even pregnant, Lina was able to throw him to the ground with a few choice words. That seemed to settle the argument in her favour.
6. All's Messy in Love and Hate (Mardimalle)
"You..." Here it comes, Darmi thought, bracing herself. "You're psychic!" He exclaimed, sounding breathless.
Darmi paused, surprised. She quickly assessed the way he said it, and realised, with a wave of happiness, that the catch in his voice wasn't from disgust, but from amazement.
She shook her head slowly in response to his exclamation. "Telepathic," she corrected. "My vocal cords are deformed."
The man's face went alight with a wide smile. It made him seem much, much younger. "Neat," he said, his eyes shining in wonder. Then he reddened. "Er, not that it's neat to be deformed. Er! Not that you're deformed!"
Suddenly, he slammed his head down on the table, groaning. Darmi started a little, and was about to reach down, when she heard him said pitifully, "I'm so hungry it's making me stupid!" he moaned.
7. Hidden Dreams (Devnada Rada)
Slowly, a little nervously, Vitta moved. Her arms and legs were a little stiff, and she jerked a bit, but somehow, her body seemed to know what to do without being taught. With her eyes shut, her mind focused on her breathing, she slid her arms and legs into complex patterns, weaving in and out across the floor of the room.
These moves she always kept to herself. When she had tried to explain it to Vatta one day, her sister had looked confused and didn’t understand. When she had tried to show it to her teacher, she was chastised and made to focus on her lessons. Now, alone, with some spare time, she focused on this dance with her body, felt the burn of muscles being moved, felt the giddiness of the rush of blood through her veins.
And then, without thinking, she moved her fingers through the air, unconsciously tracing nonsense patterns. With her eyes closed, she didn’t see that her fingers left behind residuals of her tracing, the colour a faint yellow-orange. In her mind’s eye, all she could see was a rushing fire, being bowed by a gusting wind.
And then, quite suddenly, she thrust both right foot and right hand forward, her eyes snapping open. Her foot landed on the ground, and her hand...from her palm, a flurry of bright orange flames erupted, curling through the air before her before vanishing into ash.
=O I wonder which ones I should abandon?!