Previous Post Yes, since nobody is posting anything, it's time for the traditional cleaning out of my hard drive of story snippets left unfinished long past their relevancy. This one comes features Vizh's and Hallie's adventures in the Mythlands in the quest to retrieve Naari (aka Magweed). It follows various chapters of Untold Tales, as well as the posted story where Vizh has a conversation with Dancer (complete with tutu and strap-on fairy wings) in a dream thanks to a feather supplied by Quoth. I believe I scrapped this work in progress because the mood was quite subdued and the narrative wasn't really leading anywhere... it was mostly all recap. Plus it wasn't funny at all. But there's a sweetness to it that's kind of... well, sweet, I guess. In the end, I started over and we got the "Hallie as a centaur" story instead. I don't *think* this ever got folded into another story, but it might have, or it might have been posted in a previous cleaning of the hard drive. If so, I apologize for the repost. And remember... it doesn't go anywhere. It'll just end abruptly. But hey, it's free... “Why don’t you get some sleep…” Visionary suggested as he came up on the nodding woman, curled up against a tree trunk. “I’ll take over the watch.” She blinked to rouse herself with some embarrassment. “Oh! I was just… um… sorry.” He smiled wearily as he eased down to the ground next to her. “Don’t be. It’s been a long… week? Month?” he scratched his head. “I have very little idea of how long we’ve been in Faerie any more. I try to keep track… to count the days Naari’s been gone, but…” “Time keeps slipping away from you” she surmised. “Fleabot thinks it’s in the nature of the land… His theory is that it’s such a primeval place of story that time here is relative to the significance of the narrative. Large passages of unimportant story drift by quickly, while key moments linger and are stretched out. Plays havoc on our mundane perceptions.” Visionary nodded. “Fleabot’s a clever one.” “Mmmm” Hallie answered noncommittally. “For real entertainment, ask him how this might relate to the way the Shoggoth perceives time. He popped a spring just thinking about it.” She glanced over at him. “So… any luck with Quoth’s feather?” The Regular sighed. “No. I’m beginning to think I imagined that meeting with Dancer altogether.” He had been placing the black raven quill under his head every night he had slept in the mythlands, but he had been unable to reconnect in dream with his adoptive sister back in Parodiopolis. “It’s better than thinking about the alternatives.” She laid a hand on his arm. “I’m sure they’re fine… Maybe you both have to be sleeping at the same time for it to work? That right there would narrow the odds of a connection…” “She’s supposed to be good at working the odds” Visionary pointed out. Hallie sighed and rested her head on his shoulder. “I’m afraid she probably has more pressing matters demanding her powers.” She stared out into the darkened woods as they listened to the crickets. “I’m sure they’re all fine” she repeated, more to herself this time. “They’ll be waiting for us when we come back.” Visionary fished into one of the pouches on his belt, careful not to jostle the emerald-topped head that rested so comfortingly on his shoulder or disturb the jade skinned arm that draped warmly across his chest. He withdrew a bundle of wrapped cloth, and unwound it to produce a shard of glass mirror. Hallie watched as he held it this way and that, until it suddenly caught a bright green light, bouncing it back into the woods and illuminating a path through the trees. “No matter where you go in reality, no matter how far away, or how much may stand between you and it, these shards are part of the Lighthouse and will always reflect back the light of the tower” Quoth had explained the night they had all left for Faerie. “Home is never too far away… Don’t you go forgetting that.” Hallie reached her hand into the beam, catching the light in her palm. “Hello you” she said to it fondly. The effect was subtle enough (and Visionary tired enough,) that he didn’t notice it immediately. Nor was it something his mind would normally register as odd. But as the woods grew slightly brighter around him, he blinked in surprise. “Hallie… are you glowing?” The former AI looked down at her legs through heavy eyelids to see that she did indeed cast a slight green glow onto the bed of autumn leaves beneath her. “Huh” she noted sleepily. She waved her hand back out of then into the mirror light, and the glow to her skin faded and returned. “That’s pretty neat” she noted as she rolled towards him, wrapping an arm about his sweatshirt covered chest to use as a pillow. “I guess it knows its own” Visionary suggested to the sleepy woman. The lighthouse was lit with one of Hallie’s own holograms after all… It was, in essence, a part of her that shone back at them through the glass. She sighed. “I… miss glowing” she admitted hesitantly. “I hate needing to sleep, and to eat. I hate smelling like… like a human that hasn’t had a decent bath since who knows when…” “That pool in the river at the foothills of those mountains, remember? The assembled brownies gave you a standing ovation when you emerged.” She leaned back to look at him with a raised eyebrow. "Um... so I heard" he hastily added.

This one was started but never completed in its current form.  Part of it was used in another story.
Adventures in Parodyverse:  Off The Grid


    Yuki Shiro stood at the bottom of the Lair Mansion staircase, looking directly up.  It was late at night, and rain pelted the glass dome skylight at the top.

    Just below that tall, narrow dome was a ledge.  Sitting on that ledge, as a matter of habit lately, was Anna.  She would sit there and watch either the stars or the rain, depending on the weather.

    Yuki quickly ascended the staircase to the top level accessible on foot, and then jumped up to the ledge.  Normally that ledge was only accessibly by ladder, with the exception of anyone who could fly, and Anna and Yuki with their superior jumping ability.

    Ã¢â‚¬Å“Beer?”  Yuki offered.

    Anna smiled absent-mindedly, still lost in her thoughts.  “Sure.”  she said, and she took the bottle from Yuki.

    Neither one of them were capable of getting drunk, so Yuki brought an entire six pack up with her.

    Ã¢â‚¬Å“You two are making a mockery of drinking.”  Jay Boaz said from just below the ledge.

    Anna laughed, and took a sip from the bottle.  “Want to come up here?”

    Ã¢â‚¬Å“No, I should go back to bed.”  he said.  “I need a lot more sleep than you two do.  Besides, I don’t have a ladder handy.”

    Ã¢â‚¬Å“I can pull you up.”  Anna said.

    Ã¢â‚¬Å“You’d probably rip my arms out of my--”  Jay stopped in mid-sentence and gasped as Anna put her feet under his arms and raised him up to the platform.  He gripped onto it for dear life and pulled himself up.

    Ã¢â‚¬Å“Ask me before doing that next time, please!”  Jay protested irritably, sounding out of breath.

    Yuki, meanwhile, was laughing out loud.  She passed him a beer while she was laughing.

    Ã¢â‚¬Å“What happens to all the alcohol when you two drink it?”  he asked, ignoring Yuki’s mocking.

    Ã¢â‚¬Å“Mostly I just have to go a lot.”  Yuki said with a shrug.  She looked at Anna for confirmation.  The android was constructed in much the same way her body was, but every once in a while a few differences surprised her.

    Ã¢â‚¬Å“It recharges my battery, very rapidly.”  Anna replied.

    Ã¢â‚¬Å“Really?”  Yuki sounded curious now.  “Mine’s just kinetic.  Yours has a fuel cell?”

    Ã¢â‚¬Å“Yup.”  Anna nodded, and sipped more beer.  “I’ve never drained my battery completely, but I suppose if I did, I could go on a drinking binge.”

    Ã¢â‚¬Å“Can I go to bed now?”  Jay asked.



    

    








TO BE CONTINUED?
    

-- Story written and copyrighted (C) 2009 by Jason Froikin, and may not be 
--    reprinted without permission.  
-- Yuki Shiro designed by Jason Froikin, based on designs by Masamune Shirow
--  Liu Xi Xian and the Psychic Samurai are original design by Jason Froikin
--  Lara Night is an original creation by Jason Froikin