Status: Valdemar, Stefen, and Vanyel: not mine. Me: NO, really?.
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Notes: Text is text, Author is italics, Van is bold and underlined, and Stef is just underlined.
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"I can't write THIS!"
"Why not, Neko? Your brother did.."
"THAT WAS DIFFERENT! He has EXPERIENCE!"
"Experience? With what?"
"NO, STEF, DON'T LOOK!"
Stef looks at the screen. He points to a bit.
"Is that anatomically possible?"
"Well, how in hell should I know? I'M not male!"
"Van, give her some help already. You're a mage, so YOU can fight her power!"
*Gee, you're no help..*
"Vanyel Ashkevron.. Help me. NOW."
Vanyel looks at me, the door, Stefen, and the computer.
I grin evilly. The door disappears, Stefen shrugs, and the laptop slides over to him.
"Type. And make it GOOD, LHM-boy."
He types for an hour, then slides the 'puter over to me. I look at it.
"Van, this is good, but FFN doesn't accept NC-17 fics anymore!"
*WHAT!? I spent an hour typing for NOTHING?*
"Yeah, pretty much. If you make it a little less graphic, maybe I won't get reported.."
He spends ANOTHER hour on the 'puter. I read.
"I SAID TONE IT DOWN, NOT MAKE IT NC-99!"
*Gee, Neko, from what actually happens, that IS toned down.*
"God. NASTY image. POSSIBLY ANATOMICALLY IMPOSSIBLE nasty image. I'm gonna kill you."
After the image clears, I am seen chasing Stefen, trying to tweak his ears.
"Vanyel, help!!!"
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Whee! Reveiw, please!
And I DO have a muse, but when I wrote this, she was hiding. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
-Kadiya