Mini Nano day 3 & Quotes
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tsukinofaeriiThe OMFG NOT SO SOON AFTER LUNCH Quote of the day goes to co-worker J for: "I would love to see President Bush and Vladamir Putin locked in a steamy embrace".
I think I may be ill. ¬.¬Watch this space for tonight's mini NaNo!
MINI NANO TIME YAY. 671 words. Recap:
A magicite lamp flared, showing a tall figure cloaked from head to toe in brown oilcloth. "Don't stop talking on my account." Larsa grinned from in the depths of his hood. A set of keys arced through the air. Penelo snapped them up automatically. "We must hurry. I don't know long the guards will be unconscious."
Penelo didn't waste any time unlocking the cuffs around her ankles. The locks were a little rusted, but not so much that they would have been easy to break. Still, it took her a moment to work the key in them. The young emperor moved on to the next cell while she did. Vaan's surprised yelp at their rescuer made her wish she could see his face.
"You're breaking us out? After you put us in here?"
"Even I cannot refuse a personal request from a fellow ruler to detain two well-known criminals who are accused of kidnapping his daughter. Next time, I advise against such adventuresome endeavors."
"We didn't touch the girl!"
The key finally twisted in the second lock. Penelo scrambled to her feet, stretching out her legs for the first time in hours before finally quitting the tiny cell. Larsa's back was visible through the door of Vaan's cell, leaning against the doorframe as Vaan worked on his shackles.
"Be that as it may, I'm afraid that this is one situation I cannot aid you with." Larsa reached up to his hood. It looked as though he were fighting off a headache. "I do not dare risk an international incident at this time. Matters between Archadia and Alexandria are too delicate."
When did Larsa get so tall? He had to have been at least a foot taller than her now. It had been almost a year since she'd last seen him, but she's surprised to see how much he'd grown. Vaan had never grown like that.
But Vaan wasn't that much taller than her. She remembered Larsa saying that the men of his line tended toward height. He'd been almost fourteen, still short, and had sounded so eager to get his growing over with that it had just been too adorable. At the time, she'd scooped him up into a hug and told him that she would miss being able to treat him as her personal teddy bear.
"But I shall be able to lift you. Surely that will balance the scales." Larsa had grinned at her, his face already starting to lose some of its precious baby-roundness. "You'll see."
Where had that little boy gone?
"—telling you, the guard walked in and she threw herself at us!" Vaan stretched as he left his cell, joints cracking audibly as he flexed his back and arms. In the pale light of the lamp, his skin looked strangely dark next to Larsa's paleness. "Screaming kidnappers and 'oh please help me', and we'd never seen her before. No clue what she was doing in that tavern."
"I'll strive to recall that later." Larsa nodded seriously, expression quietly amused. At least, what she could see of it was amused. It was hard to tell inside that hood.
"You'd better," she found herself saying, flicking his hood back so it showed his face more clearly. He still that those giant green eyes that almost radiated innocence. At least that hadn't changed. "That whole country's nuts."
His smile took a pained cast before he turned away so quickly that she wondered if she had even been supposed to see it. Larsa's soft-soled boots made almost no noise on the stone floor. "Believe me, I shall keep your opinion at the front of my thoughts during our negotiations."
She glanced at Vaan, but her partner seemed as confused about Larsa's odd mood as she was. Just a few minutes ago he'd been positively gleeful. There was obviously something more going on, but she didn't know what it could possibly be. Normally Larsa told her everything.
It felt strange, knowing that there was something he wasn't sharing. Like waking up to a cold summer day, the chill was both unexpected and unwelcome.
"It's almost midnight," Larsa was saying, his voice strong even in its hushed whisper. "Your ship has not yet been confiscated. I will get you safely out of the Palace, but I'm afraid you'll have to make your own way to the aerodome."
I think I may be ill. ¬.¬
MINI NANO TIME YAY. 671 words. Recap:
A magicite lamp flared, showing a tall figure cloaked from head to toe in brown oilcloth. "Don't stop talking on my account." Larsa grinned from in the depths of his hood. A set of keys arced through the air. Penelo snapped them up automatically. "We must hurry. I don't know long the guards will be unconscious."
Penelo didn't waste any time unlocking the cuffs around her ankles. The locks were a little rusted, but not so much that they would have been easy to break. Still, it took her a moment to work the key in them. The young emperor moved on to the next cell while she did. Vaan's surprised yelp at their rescuer made her wish she could see his face.
"You're breaking us out? After you put us in here?"
"Even I cannot refuse a personal request from a fellow ruler to detain two well-known criminals who are accused of kidnapping his daughter. Next time, I advise against such adventuresome endeavors."
"We didn't touch the girl!"
The key finally twisted in the second lock. Penelo scrambled to her feet, stretching out her legs for the first time in hours before finally quitting the tiny cell. Larsa's back was visible through the door of Vaan's cell, leaning against the doorframe as Vaan worked on his shackles.
"Be that as it may, I'm afraid that this is one situation I cannot aid you with." Larsa reached up to his hood. It looked as though he were fighting off a headache. "I do not dare risk an international incident at this time. Matters between Archadia and Alexandria are too delicate."
When did Larsa get so tall? He had to have been at least a foot taller than her now. It had been almost a year since she'd last seen him, but she's surprised to see how much he'd grown. Vaan had never grown like that.
But Vaan wasn't that much taller than her. She remembered Larsa saying that the men of his line tended toward height. He'd been almost fourteen, still short, and had sounded so eager to get his growing over with that it had just been too adorable. At the time, she'd scooped him up into a hug and told him that she would miss being able to treat him as her personal teddy bear.
"But I shall be able to lift you. Surely that will balance the scales." Larsa had grinned at her, his face already starting to lose some of its precious baby-roundness. "You'll see."
Where had that little boy gone?
"—telling you, the guard walked in and she threw herself at us!" Vaan stretched as he left his cell, joints cracking audibly as he flexed his back and arms. In the pale light of the lamp, his skin looked strangely dark next to Larsa's paleness. "Screaming kidnappers and 'oh please help me', and we'd never seen her before. No clue what she was doing in that tavern."
"I'll strive to recall that later." Larsa nodded seriously, expression quietly amused. At least, what she could see of it was amused. It was hard to tell inside that hood.
"You'd better," she found herself saying, flicking his hood back so it showed his face more clearly. He still that those giant green eyes that almost radiated innocence. At least that hadn't changed. "That whole country's nuts."
His smile took a pained cast before he turned away so quickly that she wondered if she had even been supposed to see it. Larsa's soft-soled boots made almost no noise on the stone floor. "Believe me, I shall keep your opinion at the front of my thoughts during our negotiations."
She glanced at Vaan, but her partner seemed as confused about Larsa's odd mood as she was. Just a few minutes ago he'd been positively gleeful. There was obviously something more going on, but she didn't know what it could possibly be. Normally Larsa told her everything.
It felt strange, knowing that there was something he wasn't sharing. Like waking up to a cold summer day, the chill was both unexpected and unwelcome.
"It's almost midnight," Larsa was saying, his voice strong even in its hushed whisper. "Your ship has not yet been confiscated. I will get you safely out of the Palace, but I'm afraid you'll have to make your own way to the aerodome."