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Works in progress meme, redux
Well, since everybody else is doing it... Yep, it's the "Post your Works in Progress meme" again. (Coincidently enough, I've been wanting to post some of my unfinished stuff lately...)
Sadly though, I don't have that many WiPs to post, since I've already posted most of them in the past (and still haven't finished a lot of them, even though it's been years XP). So I decided to post larger sections, to make up for the lack of content.
Fire Emblem: "Love Letters in the Saddle"
Notes: Yes, this is the same story from the last time I did this meme; however, I've decided to post a different sample of it. (Still having a block writing the first part of this story, argh...)
I'm actually reluctant to post this part, since it spoils some of the surprise, but I do like what I've written in this section...
*****
Sain awoke from a restless sleep, to a familiar sound; a soft whinny from his horse. He would recognize that sound anywhere.
Carefully, Sain peeked around his hiding spot. By his horse, stood a human figure, unrecognizable in the darkness. Despite the stranger's presence, the horse was only skittish, but not spooked, indicating that she recognized the person's scent.
"I guess Kent was right," murmured Sain to himself. "It has to be someone in the army..."
The horse allowed the mystery person to fiddle with her saddle for a bit. Then the dark figure slunk off into the night...
Or at least, tried to. For that was when Sain lunged out of his hiding place.
Whoever the mysterious person was, they were very quick; they almost eluded Sain's grasp. But Sain managed to make a lucky grab at the assailant's ankle, tripping them.
They both rolled around the dirt for a few moments; then Sain finally managed to use his the weight of his armour to overcome his lighter opponent. Grabbing them by the wrists, he wrested them to the ground.
The assailant then chuckled.
"Well, if you were looking for a late night rendezvous, you could've just asked."
The voice was distinctly male, causing Sain to quickly scramble to his feet. He then stared at the other man's scarred face in recognition.
"You're that thief Legault, aren't you? Of the Black Fang?"
"Formerly of the Black Fang," corrected Legault, as he picked himself off the ground.
Sain's eyes narrowed at this. "What were you doing to my horse?" he asked suspiciously.
"Calm down, I wasn't harming it," reassured the thief. "I was just dropping off a message, that's all."
"So you're the one leaving the letters in my bags!" Sain blurted out. He then realized the significance of his words, and hastily added, "I'm very flattered, but you're just not my type..."
Legault laughed. "Don't worry, they're not from me. I was delivering them for someone else."
"I don't suppose you could tell me who?" asked Sain hopefully.
Legault shook his head. "Sorry, kid. I promised my client that I wouldn't tell anyone who they really were."
"I'll pay you."
"I'm hurt. Did you think I would accept a bribe, just because I'm a thief?"
When Sain hung his head, Legault patted him on the shoulder.
"Cheer up, kid. I may not be able to tell you who wrote those letters, but I never said I couldn't show you."
It took a moment for Legault's words to sink in, and then Sain's eyes lit up.
***
Legault led Sain to a tent in the middle of the camp. When Sain saw it, his face fell.
"Are you sure this is the place?" asked Sain, in dismay.
"Positive." Legault then cleared this throat, and held out a hand.
Sain stared at it blankly for a moment. Then with a grimace, he reached into his belt pouch and pulled out some coins, which he dropped into Legault's hand.
"I meant to shake your hand, but that'll do," grinned the thief. He saluted Sain before walking off into the shadows. "Good luck, friend."
Sain paused for a moment to take a deep breath, and then entered the tent.
Fire Emblem 8: "Double-edged Sword", Chapter 2
Notes: This is a snippet of the second chapter of my Carlyle story that I've never been able to finish. I actually have a lot of this chapter written, except that it's in bits (hence the small sample). Perhaps one of these days, I'll make a more in-depth outline for that chapter, so I can finally finish writing it. XP
(Still regret missing the FE Contest "Temper" challenge, so I'd have incentive to finish this; the chapter title was even called "The Tempering of the Sword"...)
*****
Joshua sighed, pulled out a coin and flipped it in an idle gesture.
Carlyle caught the coin in mid-air. "That's a filthy habit, you know," he rebuked.
"What? Flipping coins?"
"No, gambling." The swordmaster glared at the boy. "I've heard you've been taking bets with the other nobles' sons again."
"But it's all in good fun, sir," Joshua protested.
"Money shouldn't be wasted like that," snapped Carlyle. "I realize that you are a rich prince, boy, but still... One day, you might find yourself poor and penniless, and how will gambling save you then?"
"But I never lose a bet, master."
"You will eventually, though. Gambling is all about luck, not skill... And you should rely on your own skill, to survive in this world." He tossed the coin back to the boy.
Joshua caught it with ease, and deftly pocketed the coin. He then grinned impudently at the swordmaster.
"You know, sir... I realize this sounds foolish, but I'd much rather train in swordplay with you and listen to you berate me, than be stuck in that stuffy old court, all day long."
Carlyle snorted in disgust. "Don't speak such nonsense, boy."
Ouran Host Club & Ranma 1/2: "Mergers and Acquisitions"
Notes: This was one of those stories that I was going to leave unfinished, but after re-reading it, I actually liked what I'd written so far. :P So I'll probably attempt to finish it, after watching a bit of Ouran again. (The section below continues off from the one I posted last time.)
*****
A woman now entered the room; as both men turned to look at her, Kyoya could see that she was about Kuno's age, or perhaps a bit younger.
She was expensively (if tastefully) dressed in a suit, which Kyoya recognized the cut of (it was in fact, one designed by the twins' mother). Her dark hair was closely cropped around her face, which may not have been considered stylish, but the woman exuded a confidence that made it seem so.
As the woman walked towards them, Kuno addressed her sharply.
"You're late, Nabiki Tendo," he snapped. "Did you forget our meeting today?"
"Sorry Kuno-chan, I had a prior engagement," replied the woman lazily. "Besides, I'm your accountant, not your secretary, remember?"
Kuno's face reddened. "Don't call me that," he retorted. "Call me--"
"I know, I know," she replied, waving a hand at him.
She then turned towards Kyoya. "You must be Kyoya Ootori," she said, and held out a hand. "I'm--"
"Nabiki Tendo," finished Kyoya, rising to his feet. "Yes, I heard your name earlier." He took her outstretched hand and shook it politely.
As Nabiki raised an eyebrow at him, Kyoya found his mind working quickly; there was no way that Kuno was competent enough to handle his wealth on his own. And if this woman was his accountant...
"Forgive my rudeness," Kyoya told Nabiki, "but if you are indeed the Kuno family's accountant, would you be willing to discuss their contributions to the Ootori Foundation, say... Over lunch?" he added, with a smile.
"I'd be delighted," replied Nabiki, returning his smile.
Kyoya recognized that smile; it appeared genuine on the surface, but it was only calculated to look so... Just like his own. However, this didn't faze him.
"My limosine is waiting outside... Shall we?" he asked her, and held out his arm.
Nabiki accepted it graciously, and the two walked out of the room, leaving Kuno staring after them, bewildered.
If you're curious to see my full list of WiPs, along with some links to what I've written so far (sigh), you can check this post at my writing journal. (I'm hoping to try to finish some of these stories before the end of year... Well, at least the oneshots. :P)
Sadly though, I don't have that many WiPs to post, since I've already posted most of them in the past (and still haven't finished a lot of them, even though it's been years XP). So I decided to post larger sections, to make up for the lack of content.
Fire Emblem: "Love Letters in the Saddle"
Notes: Yes, this is the same story from the last time I did this meme; however, I've decided to post a different sample of it. (Still having a block writing the first part of this story, argh...)
I'm actually reluctant to post this part, since it spoils some of the surprise, but I do like what I've written in this section...
*****
Sain awoke from a restless sleep, to a familiar sound; a soft whinny from his horse. He would recognize that sound anywhere.
Carefully, Sain peeked around his hiding spot. By his horse, stood a human figure, unrecognizable in the darkness. Despite the stranger's presence, the horse was only skittish, but not spooked, indicating that she recognized the person's scent.
"I guess Kent was right," murmured Sain to himself. "It has to be someone in the army..."
The horse allowed the mystery person to fiddle with her saddle for a bit. Then the dark figure slunk off into the night...
Or at least, tried to. For that was when Sain lunged out of his hiding place.
Whoever the mysterious person was, they were very quick; they almost eluded Sain's grasp. But Sain managed to make a lucky grab at the assailant's ankle, tripping them.
They both rolled around the dirt for a few moments; then Sain finally managed to use his the weight of his armour to overcome his lighter opponent. Grabbing them by the wrists, he wrested them to the ground.
The assailant then chuckled.
"Well, if you were looking for a late night rendezvous, you could've just asked."
The voice was distinctly male, causing Sain to quickly scramble to his feet. He then stared at the other man's scarred face in recognition.
"You're that thief Legault, aren't you? Of the Black Fang?"
"Formerly of the Black Fang," corrected Legault, as he picked himself off the ground.
Sain's eyes narrowed at this. "What were you doing to my horse?" he asked suspiciously.
"Calm down, I wasn't harming it," reassured the thief. "I was just dropping off a message, that's all."
"So you're the one leaving the letters in my bags!" Sain blurted out. He then realized the significance of his words, and hastily added, "I'm very flattered, but you're just not my type..."
Legault laughed. "Don't worry, they're not from me. I was delivering them for someone else."
"I don't suppose you could tell me who?" asked Sain hopefully.
Legault shook his head. "Sorry, kid. I promised my client that I wouldn't tell anyone who they really were."
"I'll pay you."
"I'm hurt. Did you think I would accept a bribe, just because I'm a thief?"
When Sain hung his head, Legault patted him on the shoulder.
"Cheer up, kid. I may not be able to tell you who wrote those letters, but I never said I couldn't show you."
It took a moment for Legault's words to sink in, and then Sain's eyes lit up.
***
Legault led Sain to a tent in the middle of the camp. When Sain saw it, his face fell.
"Are you sure this is the place?" asked Sain, in dismay.
"Positive." Legault then cleared this throat, and held out a hand.
Sain stared at it blankly for a moment. Then with a grimace, he reached into his belt pouch and pulled out some coins, which he dropped into Legault's hand.
"I meant to shake your hand, but that'll do," grinned the thief. He saluted Sain before walking off into the shadows. "Good luck, friend."
Sain paused for a moment to take a deep breath, and then entered the tent.
Fire Emblem 8: "Double-edged Sword", Chapter 2
Notes: This is a snippet of the second chapter of my Carlyle story that I've never been able to finish. I actually have a lot of this chapter written, except that it's in bits (hence the small sample). Perhaps one of these days, I'll make a more in-depth outline for that chapter, so I can finally finish writing it. XP
(Still regret missing the FE Contest "Temper" challenge, so I'd have incentive to finish this; the chapter title was even called "The Tempering of the Sword"...)
*****
Joshua sighed, pulled out a coin and flipped it in an idle gesture.
Carlyle caught the coin in mid-air. "That's a filthy habit, you know," he rebuked.
"What? Flipping coins?"
"No, gambling." The swordmaster glared at the boy. "I've heard you've been taking bets with the other nobles' sons again."
"But it's all in good fun, sir," Joshua protested.
"Money shouldn't be wasted like that," snapped Carlyle. "I realize that you are a rich prince, boy, but still... One day, you might find yourself poor and penniless, and how will gambling save you then?"
"But I never lose a bet, master."
"You will eventually, though. Gambling is all about luck, not skill... And you should rely on your own skill, to survive in this world." He tossed the coin back to the boy.
Joshua caught it with ease, and deftly pocketed the coin. He then grinned impudently at the swordmaster.
"You know, sir... I realize this sounds foolish, but I'd much rather train in swordplay with you and listen to you berate me, than be stuck in that stuffy old court, all day long."
Carlyle snorted in disgust. "Don't speak such nonsense, boy."
Ouran Host Club & Ranma 1/2: "Mergers and Acquisitions"
Notes: This was one of those stories that I was going to leave unfinished, but after re-reading it, I actually liked what I'd written so far. :P So I'll probably attempt to finish it, after watching a bit of Ouran again. (The section below continues off from the one I posted last time.)
*****
A woman now entered the room; as both men turned to look at her, Kyoya could see that she was about Kuno's age, or perhaps a bit younger.
She was expensively (if tastefully) dressed in a suit, which Kyoya recognized the cut of (it was in fact, one designed by the twins' mother). Her dark hair was closely cropped around her face, which may not have been considered stylish, but the woman exuded a confidence that made it seem so.
As the woman walked towards them, Kuno addressed her sharply.
"You're late, Nabiki Tendo," he snapped. "Did you forget our meeting today?"
"Sorry Kuno-chan, I had a prior engagement," replied the woman lazily. "Besides, I'm your accountant, not your secretary, remember?"
Kuno's face reddened. "Don't call me that," he retorted. "Call me--"
"I know, I know," she replied, waving a hand at him.
She then turned towards Kyoya. "You must be Kyoya Ootori," she said, and held out a hand. "I'm--"
"Nabiki Tendo," finished Kyoya, rising to his feet. "Yes, I heard your name earlier." He took her outstretched hand and shook it politely.
As Nabiki raised an eyebrow at him, Kyoya found his mind working quickly; there was no way that Kuno was competent enough to handle his wealth on his own. And if this woman was his accountant...
"Forgive my rudeness," Kyoya told Nabiki, "but if you are indeed the Kuno family's accountant, would you be willing to discuss their contributions to the Ootori Foundation, say... Over lunch?" he added, with a smile.
"I'd be delighted," replied Nabiki, returning his smile.
Kyoya recognized that smile; it appeared genuine on the surface, but it was only calculated to look so... Just like his own. However, this didn't faze him.
"My limosine is waiting outside... Shall we?" he asked her, and held out his arm.
Nabiki accepted it graciously, and the two walked out of the room, leaving Kuno staring after them, bewildered.
If you're curious to see my full list of WiPs, along with some links to what I've written so far (sigh), you can check this post at my writing journal. (I'm hoping to try to finish some of these stories before the end of year... Well, at least the oneshots. :P)