Jaw Effing DROP.
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And on from there....
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http://z14.invisionfree.com/The_Fanfict ... opic=15832
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 ....]
And on from there....
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Sucrose Octanitrate.
Proof positive that with sufficient motivation, you can make anything explode.