Chapter Three: The Alethometer and the importance of Spellcheck
I actually got reviews! Yippee skippy! Thanks to Zephdae, Sheltigrrl, and Sasery!!
Just to clear a few things up, this story is quite confusing to me as well as you. Some parts are supposed to be being (is that right? be being? oh well) written by our illustrious (or perhaps illustrated? lol. sorry, bad joke) fangirl. Though it is all really written by me. Hopefully you can disinguish...otherwise...tough cookies.
Disclaimer: Stick it in your ear
The moonlight had begun to fade away, slowly being replaced by the dim glow of the approaching morning. Lyra hadn't slept all night and was very tired. And grumpy. Krystal, who had been sitting in the same postiong for the last 10 hours didn't look fatigued at all, she simply smiled serenely. Will sat quietly on the garden wall. No one was quite sure what he was thinking. Not even the fangirl, who was busy writing her next chapter. As all fangirls know, the canon characters tend to get very grouchy if there story isn't written properly and with punctuality. And Lyra was beginning to get surly.
So she decided to consult the Alethometer. Which was convieniently nestled in her embossed, laminated, embroidered blue rucksack. No one bothered to know how it had gotten there. Anywhoo, Lyra reached inside and pulled out a square, copperish sort of instrument, with a black onyx-looking face and a large red button that said DO NOT PUSH UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES. She stared.
"Er..." Will said. "What is that?"
Lyra growled wth irritation. "I have no idea. It's not an A-L-E-T-H-I-O-M-E- T-E-R." She glared meaningfully at that the writer, who blushed properly.
"Sorry." She mumbled.
Lyra rolled her eyes and ooked away in disgust, turning her attention on the bluntish square in her hands. "What do you think it does?"
"Can I have a look at it?" Krystal asked, her voice so winning that Lyra handed it over immediately. She needn't have bothered because as everyone knows, Mary-Sues are all telekinetic. Which the fangirl reminded her of accordingly.
Will smiled admiringly.
"It seems to be some sort of...." Krystal trailed off morbidly and looked mysteriously at Will and Lyra.
"Some sort of WHAT?" Lyra demanded.
"I can't...I can't say." A tear rolled down Krystal's face.
Lyra coughed something that sounded vaguely threatening and snatched the Alethometer back.
"You know," Will spoke up finally, in a rather pained voice. "Not to dissapoint the lusters and the shipper-fanatics out there, but I'd prefer to have an active role in this story." he paused. "And I'd prefer my natural hair color as well."
The fangirl looked puzzled.
Will started to say something else, but abruptly, the four felt themselves spinning into a Twilight Zone-esque black hole. Music and everything. Lyra had pressed the DO NOT PUSH UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES button.
I actually got reviews! Yippee skippy! Thanks to Zephdae, Sheltigrrl, and Sasery!!
Just to clear a few things up, this story is quite confusing to me as well as you. Some parts are supposed to be being (is that right? be being? oh well) written by our illustrious (or perhaps illustrated? lol. sorry, bad joke) fangirl. Though it is all really written by me. Hopefully you can disinguish...otherwise...tough cookies.
Disclaimer: Stick it in your ear
The moonlight had begun to fade away, slowly being replaced by the dim glow of the approaching morning. Lyra hadn't slept all night and was very tired. And grumpy. Krystal, who had been sitting in the same postiong for the last 10 hours didn't look fatigued at all, she simply smiled serenely. Will sat quietly on the garden wall. No one was quite sure what he was thinking. Not even the fangirl, who was busy writing her next chapter. As all fangirls know, the canon characters tend to get very grouchy if there story isn't written properly and with punctuality. And Lyra was beginning to get surly.
So she decided to consult the Alethometer. Which was convieniently nestled in her embossed, laminated, embroidered blue rucksack. No one bothered to know how it had gotten there. Anywhoo, Lyra reached inside and pulled out a square, copperish sort of instrument, with a black onyx-looking face and a large red button that said DO NOT PUSH UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES. She stared.
"Er..." Will said. "What is that?"
Lyra growled wth irritation. "I have no idea. It's not an A-L-E-T-H-I-O-M-E- T-E-R." She glared meaningfully at that the writer, who blushed properly.
"Sorry." She mumbled.
Lyra rolled her eyes and ooked away in disgust, turning her attention on the bluntish square in her hands. "What do you think it does?"
"Can I have a look at it?" Krystal asked, her voice so winning that Lyra handed it over immediately. She needn't have bothered because as everyone knows, Mary-Sues are all telekinetic. Which the fangirl reminded her of accordingly.
Will smiled admiringly.
"It seems to be some sort of...." Krystal trailed off morbidly and looked mysteriously at Will and Lyra.
"Some sort of WHAT?" Lyra demanded.
"I can't...I can't say." A tear rolled down Krystal's face.
Lyra coughed something that sounded vaguely threatening and snatched the Alethometer back.
"You know," Will spoke up finally, in a rather pained voice. "Not to dissapoint the lusters and the shipper-fanatics out there, but I'd prefer to have an active role in this story." he paused. "And I'd prefer my natural hair color as well."
The fangirl looked puzzled.
Will started to say something else, but abruptly, the four felt themselves spinning into a Twilight Zone-esque black hole. Music and everything. Lyra had pressed the DO NOT PUSH UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES button.
