I realise I have taken ages again to update, but I am currently under the
dark cloud of exams, and have been busy revising, having practical labs and
basically panicking. So here is a little outlet of al the crazy energy I
have!
Huinesoron - Unicorns aren't bad, just not canonical to LoTR. I LIKE unicorns, in their own world and context (the secret of my fangirl streak slips out! Curses!) And yes, Ranger-boy is good!
Liliac of the Purple Cloak - yes, sane people! And you'll see what happens to the hair, and how the fic thing works . . . there are some surprises in store!
KittyCatBack - you'll see why she was chosen . . . and it's not all bad.
Phaidra - I like Nicole, so you can be sure she'll stay safe!
Lil angel/devil - *grins back* yes it is!
Malfoyelf - I think the balrog with that name gets stronger every time it's used, rather than a new one being created, but not quote me on that. And Mornil's story is being told today!
Tiri and Mary - *faints* OMG, Thank you thank you thank you! Um candy floss, also called cotton candy, is in fact a type of candy, made of melted sugar spun into very fine threads. It is delicious and a whole new taste sensation. The unicorn, however is only that colour, and at no risk of being eaten. Loved your review, as always!
Merrylyn - It's you! *hugs* hi! Tom Lehrer is an American artist, with songs such as Poisoning Pigeons in the Park, Be Prepared and Oedipus Rex. They are . . . odd, but I love them! And Mornil is going to stick around quite a bit!
BigBlackDogStar - Yes, yes he is. Lol, that should make you happy!
Rylee Smith - yes, yes they are . . . have to stop doing that now.
Isilhen - There isn't really, I just haven't mentioned all of the insane ones!
Disclaimer - ISPCE is being used with the kind permission of Huinesoron, Liliac with the permission of herself. Lizzie is mine and I can therefore submit her to anything I wish (mwahahahah!). TAMS is mine, and I'm going to enjoy making it the most clichéd, fluffy, diabolical place that I can! The Sues are all mine, no matter how hard I try to lose them, so I'll be torturing them until I think of another plan! Mornil is mine, but I like him so no torture for the ranger guy!
Diary of an Undercover Sue
Chapter 7 - The fate of the Sues
Running down the corridor, gasping for breath, only one thought is playing through my mind; "She can't be gone, I've got to save her!" I reach the very familiar door to Barbie Clones office, and knocking quickly, walk in. She glances up from her desk, shocked.
"Lisa, what's wrong dear? Please tell me you're not in trouble AGAIN?"
"Nicole . . . where is she?" bent over double, I drag air into my lungs as quickly as I can. I can feel my face burning, and the sweat trickling down my forehead, my nose, and oddly enough, between my shoulder blades. I know I look the furthest thing from a Sue right now, but that's not important. If Nicole is in a story . . .
"She's in the makeover department, trying to get her hair changed. Sit down Lisa, you look . . . exhausted."
I gratefully sink into the chair, and as I get my breath back, I notice something is different. Nothing looks like it's changed, but there's something in the air, something subtle . . . A quick glance at the words reveals that the walls now are the colour of a sunset over Rivendell, and the desk is oaken, not oakan. I warm to the Barbie Clone a touch more. She's being quite nice now, and she actually went back to correct her mistakes . . . It takes a lot to admit something you've written wasn't perfect, and to change it.
Shaking my head to try and regain my focus, I remember why I'm here. "Listen, you can't send Nicole into a story . . . the PPC . . ."
A horrified look passes over her face, and I notice her hand shaking. Nervously she laughs. "Come now dear, the PPC are just a silly story, no such thing really . . ."
I don't want to have this argument again. It's obvious that Barbie Clone DOES know the PPC exist, but she won't admit it. I am going to have to handle this with delicacy, tact and most of all, sneakiness!
"Okay, so there's no PPC . . . but what happens if a girl doesn't make it to the end of a story?"
Taking my easy persuasion about the PPC to her head, Barbie Clone relaxes. "Well, they just don't pass. Now Lisa, as pleasant as it is to see you without having to tell you off, it's lunch time and you need to eat dear" She shoos me to the door. "Have a nice lunch"
And I'm left facing the solid wood of her door. I don't think I'm going to get any answers from it, and I don't feel like eating. Sally doesn't need the worry that something could happen to Nicole, and anyway, she wouldn't be able to help me sort out what's going on. Neither would Liliac, or Dafydd. No, the only person who I think would be able to help is Mornil, the creature teacher!
I knock on the staff room door, and a teacher I haven't had yet opens it. "Can I speak to Mornil please?" I ask. She just rolls her eyes and calls to him. He comes to the door with a decidedly wary look in his eye. "I need to talk to you" he raises his eyebrow. "In private" I add when he doesn't move.
He sighs, and stares at me "I don't know Aragorn, and I'm not interested. I THOUGHT you were different to the others."
It takes me a minute to realise he thinks I've come to flirt. "Eugh, NO!" then realising how bad that could sound, I apologise "It's not that you're not . . . you're very handsome . . . I'm just not a ranger girl" Thinking about it, he is. Tall, dark brown hair just below his ears, hazel eyes, straight nose, chiselled cheeks . . . I might actually be tempted if it wasn't for the fact I'm deeply devoted . . . no, bad thoughts! He's looking at me with an odd look in his eyes. I need to start again.
"It's about my friend Nicole . . . She's been chosen and I think she's in danger"
His eyes widen, and he steps out of the staff room. Closing the door, he starts walking towards the main door. "Follow me" he says.
We go to the out side hut where we had Caring for your animal Companions. "Nicole . . . she was the girl with the hawk right? Swift? I like hawks."
I feel a rush of gratitude he didn't say the girl with weird hair. And with a pang I remember that Nicole is an Aragorn fan, and would probably be thrilled at attention from Mornil. But I have to focus.
"Yes well, she's in a story, and there's this group called the PPC . . ."
Mornil shivers. "I know all about the PPC." I just stare, amazed. I never thought Mornil would have a clue about them, being an original character. I sit quietly, and listen.
"I told you I was in a story, about a Mary sue and Aragorn? It was awful. I had moments when I was almost sane, seeing as the author made me a ranger of "many years" even though I'm not meant to be much older than twenty." He rolled his eyes "but most of the time I was trapped as her friend and shoulder to cry on. There was bad spelling, extreme out of character ness, in text author notes, the works! It's no wonder the PPC came." he lets out a short humourless laugh.
"We were in some woods the author had invented, when they appeared in front of us. The thing is, they killed her first, and I managed to break free of the trance. I ran into the woods and hid. I'll never forget the terror." He had a haunted look in his eyes, and I can imagine it . . . hiding, knowing that somewhere out there, there are two people looking to kill you . . . PPC agents are nice people, but as assassins there's none more feared.
"Not that I blame them . . . I would have joyfully scourged all traces of the story" he continues. "But just as they were getting close, I felt myself yanked backwards. Turns out one of the students here had been the sue and she had appeared in the fic room jabbering in terror. Obviously the school thought I was worth rescuing."
"Wait a minute!" I interrupt "You mean the PPC killed the sue, but she still came back?"
"The student came back. The sue, as she was written, was killed. Students just inhabit the body of the sue for the duration of the story."
This is a blow. If Mornil is right, which I don't doubt, closing this school will probably have no effect on the sue situation! But at least Nicole will be okay . . . "Mornil, what happened to the girl?"
"She was sent home. They said she couldn't handle failing and there was a massive cover up. Truth is, she was severely traumatised, and the school didn't want to admit the possibility that there was such a thing as the PPC. You're worried the PPC will go after Nicole?"
I nod, chewing on my thumb knuckle, a habit I developed to help me grow my nails.
"I'll get a hold of the story and you can see . . . If it's bad you can tell your contacts to look out for her."
I look up startled and meet wry eyes. I try to sound confused. "Contacts?"
"You have a mini balrog. I know a bit about them, and I know you need to know someone who's concerned with protecting canon to have one. I understand you don't want to talk about it."
I'm really glad I've got Mornil on my side. But something's niggling in he back of my mind. "Mornil . . . you said something about failing, and earlier the headmistress said something about passing. I'm confused."
"Well, participating in a story is like a practical exam. Those who make it to the end in a sue like way graduate to the next level. They get to chose whether they continue their education, leave or join the staff"
"You can join the staff?!?" This is news to me! If I could get onto the staff . . . the possibilities are almost endless!
I say good bye to Mornil, who promises to get a copy of the story to me by dinner. I head back to the school, busy scheming. Suddenly I have my appetite back.
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The afternoon lessons passed in a blur. I couldn't tell you what I had; all I remember is Mornil bring the story over to me at dinner time. I'm in my room now, and I'm incredibly relieved. It's about Aragorn and Arwen after the war of the ring. It's canonical, well written, and a joy to read, touching without being soppy. Nicole will have the time of her life being Arwen for a short time . . . And I have a lot of work to do. I'm going to get onto the staff, which means I have to start doing well in my classes . . . yup, a LOT of work to do!!!
(A/N) Wow, I've got a lot out of my system here. Hope you like, might be a while before I update, with exams and all, so I thought I should write more than last time . . . I also have lots more ideas, but they have to wait for now!
Also I was kind of rushed posting this . . . I apologise for any stupid errors and if you can tell me in a review I will fix them asap!
Huinesoron - Unicorns aren't bad, just not canonical to LoTR. I LIKE unicorns, in their own world and context (the secret of my fangirl streak slips out! Curses!) And yes, Ranger-boy is good!
Liliac of the Purple Cloak - yes, sane people! And you'll see what happens to the hair, and how the fic thing works . . . there are some surprises in store!
KittyCatBack - you'll see why she was chosen . . . and it's not all bad.
Phaidra - I like Nicole, so you can be sure she'll stay safe!
Lil angel/devil - *grins back* yes it is!
Malfoyelf - I think the balrog with that name gets stronger every time it's used, rather than a new one being created, but not quote me on that. And Mornil's story is being told today!
Tiri and Mary - *faints* OMG, Thank you thank you thank you! Um candy floss, also called cotton candy, is in fact a type of candy, made of melted sugar spun into very fine threads. It is delicious and a whole new taste sensation. The unicorn, however is only that colour, and at no risk of being eaten. Loved your review, as always!
Merrylyn - It's you! *hugs* hi! Tom Lehrer is an American artist, with songs such as Poisoning Pigeons in the Park, Be Prepared and Oedipus Rex. They are . . . odd, but I love them! And Mornil is going to stick around quite a bit!
BigBlackDogStar - Yes, yes he is. Lol, that should make you happy!
Rylee Smith - yes, yes they are . . . have to stop doing that now.
Isilhen - There isn't really, I just haven't mentioned all of the insane ones!
Disclaimer - ISPCE is being used with the kind permission of Huinesoron, Liliac with the permission of herself. Lizzie is mine and I can therefore submit her to anything I wish (mwahahahah!). TAMS is mine, and I'm going to enjoy making it the most clichéd, fluffy, diabolical place that I can! The Sues are all mine, no matter how hard I try to lose them, so I'll be torturing them until I think of another plan! Mornil is mine, but I like him so no torture for the ranger guy!
Diary of an Undercover Sue
Chapter 7 - The fate of the Sues
Running down the corridor, gasping for breath, only one thought is playing through my mind; "She can't be gone, I've got to save her!" I reach the very familiar door to Barbie Clones office, and knocking quickly, walk in. She glances up from her desk, shocked.
"Lisa, what's wrong dear? Please tell me you're not in trouble AGAIN?"
"Nicole . . . where is she?" bent over double, I drag air into my lungs as quickly as I can. I can feel my face burning, and the sweat trickling down my forehead, my nose, and oddly enough, between my shoulder blades. I know I look the furthest thing from a Sue right now, but that's not important. If Nicole is in a story . . .
"She's in the makeover department, trying to get her hair changed. Sit down Lisa, you look . . . exhausted."
I gratefully sink into the chair, and as I get my breath back, I notice something is different. Nothing looks like it's changed, but there's something in the air, something subtle . . . A quick glance at the words reveals that the walls now are the colour of a sunset over Rivendell, and the desk is oaken, not oakan. I warm to the Barbie Clone a touch more. She's being quite nice now, and she actually went back to correct her mistakes . . . It takes a lot to admit something you've written wasn't perfect, and to change it.
Shaking my head to try and regain my focus, I remember why I'm here. "Listen, you can't send Nicole into a story . . . the PPC . . ."
A horrified look passes over her face, and I notice her hand shaking. Nervously she laughs. "Come now dear, the PPC are just a silly story, no such thing really . . ."
I don't want to have this argument again. It's obvious that Barbie Clone DOES know the PPC exist, but she won't admit it. I am going to have to handle this with delicacy, tact and most of all, sneakiness!
"Okay, so there's no PPC . . . but what happens if a girl doesn't make it to the end of a story?"
Taking my easy persuasion about the PPC to her head, Barbie Clone relaxes. "Well, they just don't pass. Now Lisa, as pleasant as it is to see you without having to tell you off, it's lunch time and you need to eat dear" She shoos me to the door. "Have a nice lunch"
And I'm left facing the solid wood of her door. I don't think I'm going to get any answers from it, and I don't feel like eating. Sally doesn't need the worry that something could happen to Nicole, and anyway, she wouldn't be able to help me sort out what's going on. Neither would Liliac, or Dafydd. No, the only person who I think would be able to help is Mornil, the creature teacher!
I knock on the staff room door, and a teacher I haven't had yet opens it. "Can I speak to Mornil please?" I ask. She just rolls her eyes and calls to him. He comes to the door with a decidedly wary look in his eye. "I need to talk to you" he raises his eyebrow. "In private" I add when he doesn't move.
He sighs, and stares at me "I don't know Aragorn, and I'm not interested. I THOUGHT you were different to the others."
It takes me a minute to realise he thinks I've come to flirt. "Eugh, NO!" then realising how bad that could sound, I apologise "It's not that you're not . . . you're very handsome . . . I'm just not a ranger girl" Thinking about it, he is. Tall, dark brown hair just below his ears, hazel eyes, straight nose, chiselled cheeks . . . I might actually be tempted if it wasn't for the fact I'm deeply devoted . . . no, bad thoughts! He's looking at me with an odd look in his eyes. I need to start again.
"It's about my friend Nicole . . . She's been chosen and I think she's in danger"
His eyes widen, and he steps out of the staff room. Closing the door, he starts walking towards the main door. "Follow me" he says.
We go to the out side hut where we had Caring for your animal Companions. "Nicole . . . she was the girl with the hawk right? Swift? I like hawks."
I feel a rush of gratitude he didn't say the girl with weird hair. And with a pang I remember that Nicole is an Aragorn fan, and would probably be thrilled at attention from Mornil. But I have to focus.
"Yes well, she's in a story, and there's this group called the PPC . . ."
Mornil shivers. "I know all about the PPC." I just stare, amazed. I never thought Mornil would have a clue about them, being an original character. I sit quietly, and listen.
"I told you I was in a story, about a Mary sue and Aragorn? It was awful. I had moments when I was almost sane, seeing as the author made me a ranger of "many years" even though I'm not meant to be much older than twenty." He rolled his eyes "but most of the time I was trapped as her friend and shoulder to cry on. There was bad spelling, extreme out of character ness, in text author notes, the works! It's no wonder the PPC came." he lets out a short humourless laugh.
"We were in some woods the author had invented, when they appeared in front of us. The thing is, they killed her first, and I managed to break free of the trance. I ran into the woods and hid. I'll never forget the terror." He had a haunted look in his eyes, and I can imagine it . . . hiding, knowing that somewhere out there, there are two people looking to kill you . . . PPC agents are nice people, but as assassins there's none more feared.
"Not that I blame them . . . I would have joyfully scourged all traces of the story" he continues. "But just as they were getting close, I felt myself yanked backwards. Turns out one of the students here had been the sue and she had appeared in the fic room jabbering in terror. Obviously the school thought I was worth rescuing."
"Wait a minute!" I interrupt "You mean the PPC killed the sue, but she still came back?"
"The student came back. The sue, as she was written, was killed. Students just inhabit the body of the sue for the duration of the story."
This is a blow. If Mornil is right, which I don't doubt, closing this school will probably have no effect on the sue situation! But at least Nicole will be okay . . . "Mornil, what happened to the girl?"
"She was sent home. They said she couldn't handle failing and there was a massive cover up. Truth is, she was severely traumatised, and the school didn't want to admit the possibility that there was such a thing as the PPC. You're worried the PPC will go after Nicole?"
I nod, chewing on my thumb knuckle, a habit I developed to help me grow my nails.
"I'll get a hold of the story and you can see . . . If it's bad you can tell your contacts to look out for her."
I look up startled and meet wry eyes. I try to sound confused. "Contacts?"
"You have a mini balrog. I know a bit about them, and I know you need to know someone who's concerned with protecting canon to have one. I understand you don't want to talk about it."
I'm really glad I've got Mornil on my side. But something's niggling in he back of my mind. "Mornil . . . you said something about failing, and earlier the headmistress said something about passing. I'm confused."
"Well, participating in a story is like a practical exam. Those who make it to the end in a sue like way graduate to the next level. They get to chose whether they continue their education, leave or join the staff"
"You can join the staff?!?" This is news to me! If I could get onto the staff . . . the possibilities are almost endless!
I say good bye to Mornil, who promises to get a copy of the story to me by dinner. I head back to the school, busy scheming. Suddenly I have my appetite back.
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The afternoon lessons passed in a blur. I couldn't tell you what I had; all I remember is Mornil bring the story over to me at dinner time. I'm in my room now, and I'm incredibly relieved. It's about Aragorn and Arwen after the war of the ring. It's canonical, well written, and a joy to read, touching without being soppy. Nicole will have the time of her life being Arwen for a short time . . . And I have a lot of work to do. I'm going to get onto the staff, which means I have to start doing well in my classes . . . yup, a LOT of work to do!!!
(A/N) Wow, I've got a lot out of my system here. Hope you like, might be a while before I update, with exams and all, so I thought I should write more than last time . . . I also have lots more ideas, but they have to wait for now!
Also I was kind of rushed posting this . . . I apologise for any stupid errors and if you can tell me in a review I will fix them asap!
