Quote: Bluemage wrote:

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"This is the story of a boy who was a girl, and a girl, and a boy, and a
girl, and a boy, and a girl, and a girl who acts like a boy, and a boy
who acts like a girl, and a woman, and a man, and another couple girls,
and a cast of thousands. And a Panda, though not until much later. And
butterflies, lots and lots of butterflies."

Quote:What's fun is that I could just see the rapid-fire montage of faces that should go with that.

Quote:No, I don't have any more of part three of chapter seven. Or, rather, I do, but I'm coming to be more convinced (after eight freakin' years!) that I've screwed it up monumentally and I'm going to have to rip it out and rebuild it from scratch.

So, to get myself thinking of that, and to just get the old muses working at all. I'm going to repost the first parts and ask for more C&C. About one pewr day. Speak up about what you like and what you don't (as if you wouldn't) and I'll see what I need to re-write.

Herewith, chapter One.

Begin at the beginning, continue through the end, then stop.

[Images shift and flow on a darkened field. Nabiki wears a

leather jacket and fedora, there is a small automatic pistol

tucked into her waistband as she stares keenly into the

distance. A small scar cuts across her lower jaw as she

rotates before a field of emerald green, dissolving into mist

that fades away ....]

Everyone knows _that_.

[Kasumi wears archaic full-plate armor of an alien and

slightly disturbing mode. It is lacquered black with purple

highlights, set off well by the deep purple background. She

carries a long, curved sword in her left hand, resting its

tip on the ground as she gestures with her right. In the

shadows of the open-faced helm, her face is weary, and

perhaps a little afraid. She turns to the side as the mist

closes in and dissolves ....]