Music, Legacy, and other Stuff
May. 29th, 2003 06:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sharelleEvanescence, wow. I mean the whole darn album. Wow.
If anything was going to get me back in the mood to write Legacy again, that sure did it! (Especially with what's going on in the most recent chapter.) I'm not sure how long it'll be before I start to tire of the CD, but I hope it will be a while!
Legacy15 is not quite ready yet (EQ is taking one more look at it for me), but with any luck I should have it sent to Darkhaven and FanFiction.Net this weekend. *fingers crossed*
To celebrate, I was going to post another cookie, but I only have those of the fatty variety at the moment. (None that won't spoil your appitite!) So I thought I'd do something a little different. Here's a snippet of a completely different fic!
A word of warning: It's unfinished, unedited, un-beta-ed, and unlikely to be released while I'm still working on Legacy, but I thought I'd post it anyway.
It's not a prequel or a sequel to anything of mine -- in fact, it's a pure Realm-fic. (In that it takes place during the timeline of the show.) I'm not even sure if it will eventually tie into the timeline of any of my other stories at all, but it did beg to be written. This excerpt has nothing whatsoever to do with the plot of the story (well, nothing obvious, anyway), so it's about as spoiler-free as I'm gonna get. It is a cute little interaction, though. Excuse the rough spots, not many besides myself have even seen it yet.
But if you pardon, I will strive to mend! :)
Through a Mirror Darkly - Chapter 1 (excerpt)
"Let's review, shall we?" asked the tall, dark-haired boy who stood before a group of five comrades and one unicorn. "How many times have we avoided catastrophe since seeing Dungeon Master this morning?"
A much younger boy who sat at the first young man's feet raised a balled fist, preparing to ceremonially take the tally. "Ready, Eric," he announced as he patted the small unicorn affectionately.
"Ahem," Eric cleared his throat before beginning. "One -- We avoided getting Venger's attention."
"Check!" each of his comrades replied in succession as the young Barbarian raised his thumb.
"Two -- We have not yet been attacked by raging Orcs, Lizard Men, Bullywogs, or any of the other random nasties living in this crazy world."
"Check!" The Barbarian's pointer-finger extended to display "two."
"Three -- We haven't run into that 'lost soul that needs to be found' that Captain Short-Stuff was blabbering about."
"Eric," came a semi-annoyed voice to the Cavalier's left. Eric turned to meet the gaze of the group's unofficial leader. While the blonde-haired Ranger's tone had that hint of impatience that seemed to be automatically triggered by Eric's air of antagonism, his eyes held a look that was one of understanding and, sometimes, even agreement. "We can't avoid the tasks that Dungeon Master gives us," he said. "One of these times one of these missions is going to get us home to our own world."
"If I'm not mistaken, Hank, Dungeon Master didn't say anything about us going home this time," Eric responded. "This is probably just some random crusade to find someone who needs our help. I'll never understand why nobody ever gets sent to help us! I mean, we're the 'lost-est souls' in this loony bin!"
Hank shook his head. Someone should have been taking a tally of how many times he's had to get into this conversation with Eric. "I don't know what to tell you," he replied. "All I do know is that we've done a lot of good since we've been here. Can't we at least remember that?"
"Yeah, Eric," interjected a spectacled boy to Eric's right. "Where's your sense of decency?"
"Are you kidding?" chided a dark-skinned girl, "Eric got rid of that! He thought it would sharpen his other senses!"
"Very funny, Diana," Eric said dismissively as he turned back to the Ranger. "Hank! Can't I just give thanks for small favors? I'm not saying I don't want to help this 'lost soul'; all I'm saying is that I want to enjoy how well this day has been going for us so far." He then turned to the younger boy on the ground, who still held up two fingers. "Let's go, Bobby! That was 'three'!"
"Oh, right! Check!" Bobby replied, lifting a third finger.
"Meeehhk!" Uni, the little unicorn, bleated in agreement.
"Four," Eric continued, "We were able to find something remotely edible and actually have a half-way decent meal for once."
"Check!" Bobby responded eagerly, patting his satisfied stomach.
"Now," Eric announced, turning to the boy with the glasses on his right, "Presto, it's up to you to make this a perfect day for me."
"Me?" questioned the reedy Magician in baggy green robes, "W-what can I do?"
"See what you can do about conjuring up some dessert!"
"Huh?" Presto said confusedly, "That's a weird request, Eric."
"Well," mused the Cavalier as he removed Presto's hat right from the Magician's head and handed it to him, "Since we're obviously not going home today, we could at least get a taste of it. I would seriously kill for a hot fudge sundae. No! Better! Some of Sonja's crème brûlée!" Eric’s eyes practically lit up at the thought.
"Who's Sonja?" asked Diana, who was sitting off to the far right.
"Our cook," Eric answered her. "She makes the best crème brûlée!"
"Hhaayy!" whinnied the unicorn.
"No! Not 'hay'!" the Cavalier corrected, "That's 'brûlée,' . . . dumb animal," he added in a mutter under his breath.
"Hey!" Bobby retorted in defense of his beloved unicorn companion.
"No!" cried Eric again, obviously mistaking Bobby's exclamation for another mispronunciation. "Brûlée! Sheesh! Some people have no appreciation for the finer things!"
"Please, Eric! Give us a break!" Diana laughed as she got up and walked toward the others. "You know one French word and you think that makes you Mr. Sophisticated!"
"Okay! Okay!" Presto exclaimed, raising his hands to settle the argument. "I'll give it a shot, all right, Eric? What's a 'broo-lay' anyway?"
"Crème brûlée," Eric began explaining with a haughty air, "Is a . . . it's . . . um . . . ."
"So much for being acquainted with the finer things," quipped a pretty redhead who had remained silent until now. Hank glanced over at her for a moment, a smile spreading across his face.
Sheila.
After a few seconds, the Thief met his gaze and returned his smile. The two then turned back to their bantering friends.
"It's not that easy to explain to a layman!" Eric insisted. "It's like a pudding . . . I guess. But not really."
"Gee, that helps!" Presto breathed as he twiddled his fingers over the opening of his magic hat and called forth a hazy purple light from within. "This is for Eric's perfect day!" he announced ceremoniously, almost directly to the hat. No pressure or anything! he thought in addition.
"Abracadabra! Alaca-fates!
Hat, give me something
To suit Eric's tastes!"
After the ritualistic bright light and twinkling sparks had subsided, the hat spit out its answer to Presto's request -- in the form of a small, cardboard box.
"Well, what do you know!" Presto exclaimed upon inspection of it.
"Lemme see that!" Eric said, swiping the box out of his friend's hand. "You airhead!" he groaned as he saw what the hat had produced, "This isn't crème brûlée! This is a box of Jell-O!"
"Well," Presto said in his own defense as he placed his hat back on his head, "You did say it was like pudding."
"And you couldn't even get that right!" the Cavalier bellowed, "This is just cherry gelatin!" He tossed the box over his shoulder with a frustrated growl.
Hank intercepted it as it flew through the air. "You did say that you wanted a taste of home, Eric," the Ranger reminded him with a grin. He tucked the box into a small pouch that he kept beneath his studded leather tunic. "You never know, maybe we'll get to enjoy it some night."
"And how do you suggest we do that, O wise, illustrious leader?" Eric barked back, "It's powder! What are we supposed to do? Sniff it?"
"Nothing like a sugar high!" Diana stage-whispered to Presto, who was unable to hold in his laughter. She then turned to Eric. "Did Sonja do everything for you, Eric? All you have to do is mix it with water!"
"And keep it cold in what?" he asked. "I don't know about you, but I left my cooler at the last tailgate party Dungeon Master sent us to!"
"I could . . . ," Presto started to offer.
"Never mind!" Eric cut him off. "Forget dessert! I wouldn't trust that dumb hat of yours to burn toast!"
"So much for our perfect day," Bobby sighed to Uni, gazing at his four fingers that he still held up.
"Four out of five isn't bad," Sheila responded optimistically.
"I think we can do better," Diana offered slyly, turning to Bobby. Clearing her throat, as Eric had before, she supplied a fifth addition to their list: "Ahem! Five -- Eric has successfully completed his daily hissy-fit!"
Bobby smirked. "Check!" His fifth finger went up.
"There's something satisfying about a perfect track record," Diana sighed. "Wouldn't you agree, Cavalier?"
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As I said, it certainly won't see the light of day until Legacy has been completed, but I was in a creative mood today.
Thank you, Evanescence! *VBG*
If anything was going to get me back in the mood to write Legacy again, that sure did it! (Especially with what's going on in the most recent chapter.) I'm not sure how long it'll be before I start to tire of the CD, but I hope it will be a while!
Legacy15 is not quite ready yet (EQ is taking one more look at it for me), but with any luck I should have it sent to Darkhaven and FanFiction.Net this weekend. *fingers crossed*
To celebrate, I was going to post another cookie, but I only have those of the fatty variety at the moment. (None that won't spoil your appitite!) So I thought I'd do something a little different. Here's a snippet of a completely different fic!
A word of warning: It's unfinished, unedited, un-beta-ed, and unlikely to be released while I'm still working on Legacy, but I thought I'd post it anyway.
It's not a prequel or a sequel to anything of mine -- in fact, it's a pure Realm-fic. (In that it takes place during the timeline of the show.) I'm not even sure if it will eventually tie into the timeline of any of my other stories at all, but it did beg to be written. This excerpt has nothing whatsoever to do with the plot of the story (well, nothing obvious, anyway), so it's about as spoiler-free as I'm gonna get. It is a cute little interaction, though. Excuse the rough spots, not many besides myself have even seen it yet.
But if you pardon, I will strive to mend! :)
Through a Mirror Darkly - Chapter 1 (excerpt)
"Let's review, shall we?" asked the tall, dark-haired boy who stood before a group of five comrades and one unicorn. "How many times have we avoided catastrophe since seeing Dungeon Master this morning?"
A much younger boy who sat at the first young man's feet raised a balled fist, preparing to ceremonially take the tally. "Ready, Eric," he announced as he patted the small unicorn affectionately.
"Ahem," Eric cleared his throat before beginning. "One -- We avoided getting Venger's attention."
"Check!" each of his comrades replied in succession as the young Barbarian raised his thumb.
"Two -- We have not yet been attacked by raging Orcs, Lizard Men, Bullywogs, or any of the other random nasties living in this crazy world."
"Check!" The Barbarian's pointer-finger extended to display "two."
"Three -- We haven't run into that 'lost soul that needs to be found' that Captain Short-Stuff was blabbering about."
"Eric," came a semi-annoyed voice to the Cavalier's left. Eric turned to meet the gaze of the group's unofficial leader. While the blonde-haired Ranger's tone had that hint of impatience that seemed to be automatically triggered by Eric's air of antagonism, his eyes held a look that was one of understanding and, sometimes, even agreement. "We can't avoid the tasks that Dungeon Master gives us," he said. "One of these times one of these missions is going to get us home to our own world."
"If I'm not mistaken, Hank, Dungeon Master didn't say anything about us going home this time," Eric responded. "This is probably just some random crusade to find someone who needs our help. I'll never understand why nobody ever gets sent to help us! I mean, we're the 'lost-est souls' in this loony bin!"
Hank shook his head. Someone should have been taking a tally of how many times he's had to get into this conversation with Eric. "I don't know what to tell you," he replied. "All I do know is that we've done a lot of good since we've been here. Can't we at least remember that?"
"Yeah, Eric," interjected a spectacled boy to Eric's right. "Where's your sense of decency?"
"Are you kidding?" chided a dark-skinned girl, "Eric got rid of that! He thought it would sharpen his other senses!"
"Very funny, Diana," Eric said dismissively as he turned back to the Ranger. "Hank! Can't I just give thanks for small favors? I'm not saying I don't want to help this 'lost soul'; all I'm saying is that I want to enjoy how well this day has been going for us so far." He then turned to the younger boy on the ground, who still held up two fingers. "Let's go, Bobby! That was 'three'!"
"Oh, right! Check!" Bobby replied, lifting a third finger.
"Meeehhk!" Uni, the little unicorn, bleated in agreement.
"Four," Eric continued, "We were able to find something remotely edible and actually have a half-way decent meal for once."
"Check!" Bobby responded eagerly, patting his satisfied stomach.
"Now," Eric announced, turning to the boy with the glasses on his right, "Presto, it's up to you to make this a perfect day for me."
"Me?" questioned the reedy Magician in baggy green robes, "W-what can I do?"
"See what you can do about conjuring up some dessert!"
"Huh?" Presto said confusedly, "That's a weird request, Eric."
"Well," mused the Cavalier as he removed Presto's hat right from the Magician's head and handed it to him, "Since we're obviously not going home today, we could at least get a taste of it. I would seriously kill for a hot fudge sundae. No! Better! Some of Sonja's crème brûlée!" Eric’s eyes practically lit up at the thought.
"Who's Sonja?" asked Diana, who was sitting off to the far right.
"Our cook," Eric answered her. "She makes the best crème brûlée!"
"Hhaayy!" whinnied the unicorn.
"No! Not 'hay'!" the Cavalier corrected, "That's 'brûlée,' . . . dumb animal," he added in a mutter under his breath.
"Hey!" Bobby retorted in defense of his beloved unicorn companion.
"No!" cried Eric again, obviously mistaking Bobby's exclamation for another mispronunciation. "Brûlée! Sheesh! Some people have no appreciation for the finer things!"
"Please, Eric! Give us a break!" Diana laughed as she got up and walked toward the others. "You know one French word and you think that makes you Mr. Sophisticated!"
"Okay! Okay!" Presto exclaimed, raising his hands to settle the argument. "I'll give it a shot, all right, Eric? What's a 'broo-lay' anyway?"
"Crème brûlée," Eric began explaining with a haughty air, "Is a . . . it's . . . um . . . ."
"So much for being acquainted with the finer things," quipped a pretty redhead who had remained silent until now. Hank glanced over at her for a moment, a smile spreading across his face.
Sheila.
After a few seconds, the Thief met his gaze and returned his smile. The two then turned back to their bantering friends.
"It's not that easy to explain to a layman!" Eric insisted. "It's like a pudding . . . I guess. But not really."
"Gee, that helps!" Presto breathed as he twiddled his fingers over the opening of his magic hat and called forth a hazy purple light from within. "This is for Eric's perfect day!" he announced ceremoniously, almost directly to the hat. No pressure or anything! he thought in addition.
"Abracadabra! Alaca-fates!
Hat, give me something
To suit Eric's tastes!"
After the ritualistic bright light and twinkling sparks had subsided, the hat spit out its answer to Presto's request -- in the form of a small, cardboard box.
"Well, what do you know!" Presto exclaimed upon inspection of it.
"Lemme see that!" Eric said, swiping the box out of his friend's hand. "You airhead!" he groaned as he saw what the hat had produced, "This isn't crème brûlée! This is a box of Jell-O!"
"Well," Presto said in his own defense as he placed his hat back on his head, "You did say it was like pudding."
"And you couldn't even get that right!" the Cavalier bellowed, "This is just cherry gelatin!" He tossed the box over his shoulder with a frustrated growl.
Hank intercepted it as it flew through the air. "You did say that you wanted a taste of home, Eric," the Ranger reminded him with a grin. He tucked the box into a small pouch that he kept beneath his studded leather tunic. "You never know, maybe we'll get to enjoy it some night."
"And how do you suggest we do that, O wise, illustrious leader?" Eric barked back, "It's powder! What are we supposed to do? Sniff it?"
"Nothing like a sugar high!" Diana stage-whispered to Presto, who was unable to hold in his laughter. She then turned to Eric. "Did Sonja do everything for you, Eric? All you have to do is mix it with water!"
"And keep it cold in what?" he asked. "I don't know about you, but I left my cooler at the last tailgate party Dungeon Master sent us to!"
"I could . . . ," Presto started to offer.
"Never mind!" Eric cut him off. "Forget dessert! I wouldn't trust that dumb hat of yours to burn toast!"
"So much for our perfect day," Bobby sighed to Uni, gazing at his four fingers that he still held up.
"Four out of five isn't bad," Sheila responded optimistically.
"I think we can do better," Diana offered slyly, turning to Bobby. Clearing her throat, as Eric had before, she supplied a fifth addition to their list: "Ahem! Five -- Eric has successfully completed his daily hissy-fit!"
Bobby smirked. "Check!" His fifth finger went up.
"There's something satisfying about a perfect track record," Diana sighed. "Wouldn't you agree, Cavalier?"
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As I said, it certainly won't see the light of day until Legacy has been completed, but I was in a creative mood today.
Thank you, Evanescence! *VBG*
