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Random Drabble:

“Hey, Jake, come on, I want to show you something.”
“We’re on an airplane. What can you possibly show me?”
“You’ll see.”
“Henry, this is the bathroom.”
“I know.”
“I don’t like that –hey! You can’t have both of us in here!”
“Shh…”
“What are you…. Mmm…”
Later:
“Oh my…”
“Welcome to the Mile High Club, babe.”

Current Mood: accomplished

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Herne hated newbies. He hated having to train them, get rid of their delusions of autonomy, and their smug attitudes. Every single one seemed to have the same God’s gift to this Earth attitude that needed deflating. And it looked like the latest one wasn’t any different. He watched as the guards brought the new one in. What were they calling him? Arawn. Yes. Herne checked his semi-automatic as Arawn was brought in, handcuffed. The grub had actually managed to escape the facility and lead Herne’s team on a merry chase before he was brought in.

And now he was supposed to be on Herne’s team. They said he was under control. That safeties had been put into place. This wasn’t reassuring at all. After all, that’s what they said before he had escaped.

Arawn was sat on the rickety chair in front of Herne and his handcuffs taken off. He rubbed his hands and looked around. Herne could tell that he was thinking about trying to bolt. Best to put a stop to that.

He clicked off the safety and put the gun to Arawn’s head. All the blood drained from the grub’s face.

“Now then,” Herne began pleasantly, “I remember the fact it took us a week to find you and recapture you again. It was one of the more aggravating weeks I’ve had. I don’t like trying to find worthless pieces of junk like you when I have other things to do. I also know that the higher ups think that you will be a worthwhile addition to my team. As they are the higher ups, I have to do what they say. But I have this to say to you. If you even put a single hair out of line I will kill you. Despite what the higher ups say. Because I am more valuable to them than you are, so I can get away with these things.” He pressed the gun’s barrel against Arawn’s skull. “I do hope we have an understanding.”

Arawn nodded, his eyes never leaving Herne’s face.

Herne pulled the gun away and clicked the safety back on. “Excellent.”

Current Mood: sleepy

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Alec Drabble

A drabble about Alec when he was younger.

( Alec Drabble )

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Alec complains about the Wheel of Time story pacing.

The rush of Balefire blew through Sammael in Shadar Logoth as Rand let out a scream. Then as the liquid white fire disapated silence reigned. At least for about thirty seconds. Then a cry of disbelief was let out.

"YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!" From the shadows a dark haired man jumped out of the shadows. He looked like nothing that Rand had ever seen before. No man had ears like his nor eyes. He didn't seem like he was shadowspawn... but still one couldn't tell, especially not here. The man walked over to where Sammael had been dressed in armor and wearing a long sword on his back. He stalked around the patch of ground and glared at Rand with queer slit pupiled brown eyes. "It took you THAT long to do THAT?! You couldn't have done that EARLIER? I mean why all the byzintine plots?! You didn't need to make him think you were going one way or another when you could have just popped in and zapped him! Hell, why don't you just go and Zaaap the others while you're at it. It would be much quicker and less dangerous. And then your dark one or whateverhe is wouldn't have any of his precious Forsaken around. And it would show him you mean business." He shook his head. "I don't get you man."

And with that he walked back into the shadows leaving Rand to wonder if this was a sign that he was trully, finally going mad.

Current Mood: blah

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Drabble: How the Wizards were Created

The king hated coming to the dragon caves. Here the beasts sat in their splendor in their true form, siewny necks looking down at him. The great council was held in a large cavern with rock formations and pools of water that glisten in purples and blues. The Old One sat on a ledge high enough that the king had to look up to them. He knew that the dragons did it on purpose. But there was nothing to do, they needed the dragons if they were to survive.

"The champions aren't working. They just aren't enough," The king declared without preamble. He held his head high as he looked at the dragon.

"We cannot make more," the Old One growled out, his eyes a molten orange, "The effort that it takes... it is debilitating to the War effort."

"There must be something else. The humans are there... a resource to be taken. If only they were more useful." The king began to pace, teeth grinding. "Throwing them at the enemy does no good, they have no way to harm it. The few witches that are out there can't do enough damage."

There was a hissing noise as one of the other dragons in the cavern said something. It wasn't in the usual dragonic, that the King could understand, but a more repltilian and earthy language. The Old One replied back before turning his head to the king.

"There may be a way... a way to alter these witches."

"In what way?" The king asked, stoping his pacing.

The Old One stretched his wings before answering, they were tattered and scared. The king doubted that he could fly well anymore. "We alter the witches, give them the ability to use the elements. It would require chaning the spark, something that your people would have to do."

The king looked mildly disgusted, "Change them... perhaps..." War created interesting bed-fellows. "Perhaps, if we are to survive we need to."

Current Mood: exhausted

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one day in Santa Barabra

I got tongued by a giraffe today.

Not many people can say that really.

I went to the Santa Barabra Zoo today. It's a nice, if kinda small. They had lions and monkies and lemurs and anteaters and gorrillas and giraffes and all sorts of nifty critters. I even got to feed the giraffes. They gave you pellets about the size of a cell phone if thinner, and red. You held them out to the giraffe and it snatched it with its tongue. This one giraffe really liked me, it kept on licking me even when I didn't have any more pellets to feed it. Got me on the arm, and the face. Its tounge was really rough. All the better to grip leaves with I imagine. It didn't lick any of the other people feeding it that I saw. Mom says that's because they (animals) can sense who really like them. I don't know about that, but I thought it was neat.

I bought fifty dollars worth of dinosaur models there too. I collect the Carnegie Collection models. I've had a very hard time finding them so I went a little nuts when I found them at the gift shop. I got a triceratops, Quetzalcoatlus (which is a flying one) and a Brachiosarus. That's the one that broke the bank at thirty one dollars. It's the largest one they have. And it's worth every penny.

Oh and we saw a pair of tortises going past third base. Which was funny because there were a bunch of kids there and they didn't know what was going on but some of the adults did. Though some thought they were fighting.

In other news, I got the idea for a long drabble dealing with Mpreg. It involves Legolas telling Aragorn he's pregnant and then Aragorn thinking he's a girl and then figures that Legolas is delusional because, you know, guys can't get pregnant so he tries to fix it.