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Disclaimer: How many writers of fanfiction can claim they own all the characters and all the settings in their stories? If you guessed 27, you'd be wrong. The answer is zero. So what makes you think we're any different?
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A man wearing a black suit, tie, shoes, socks, undies, and shades walked up to the carriage to music like Thom and Delia had never heard before.
"Here come the Men in Black. Galaxy defenders. Uh-oh. Here come the Men in Black. Men in Blaa-aack. The wont let you remember."
When he reached the carriage the music stopped and he leaned in the window. "Good morning, Ma'ams, I'm recruiting people to join a rebellion against the crown lead by His Grace the Duke of Conte, and I was wondering if you would be interested in joining his forces. We call ourselves Secret Conte Undertaking Mission, or scum. So would you like to sign up?" the man thrust a clipboard under Thom's nose.
"Ummm, no. Not today." Answered Thom.
"No !^(&# thank you." Replied Rowena.
"Well, I suppose. As long as it's for a good cause." Decided Delia, writing her name on the list.
"Thank you ma'am. We will come for you soon. Now. Look this way please." He held up a flashy memory messer upper thing and flashed it at them. Then he tripped over Thom's Secret Fairy Diary With Matching Padlock, stood up and walked away to:
"Nod your head! The black suits coming. Nod your head! Like this. Nod your head! The black suits coming. Nod your head! Yeah. Yeah. Yeah."
The whole episode left them feeling dazed and confused, until they remembered where they were and drove up to the palace.
When they arrived at the front door, Rowena directed the servents as they took away the luggage. Thom decended gracefully from the cairage in a rustle of silk, Delia tumbled down behind him. Standing not far away was a tall young knight with brown hair. He smiled as he came toward them.
"Hullo fair Ladies. My name is Sir Gareth the Younger of Naxen. Have you just arrived at court?"
Delia smiled at him. "Good morning Sir Gareth. Yes we have just arrived, but I did not know such curtesy was offered to Ladies, else I would have come sooner."
Gary drew himself up, offended. "Not showing enough cutesy, are we?!? I'll have you know we are taught from Pages seven different kinds of etiquette, maners, curtesy.,"
"I - I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you or anything." Cried Delia, startled.
"Oh. That's ok then."
At that moment Rowena came up to the three of them. "Come along #&$*^ Lady Delia, Lady Thomasina. We must go and see the Queen now @&&$%."
"Goodbye Sir Gareth." Said Thom.
"There is a ball tonight. I shall see you then?" questioned Gary.
"Most $%#*^ likely." Answered Rowena. "Now we must be leaveing. Good day to you." And with that the three women walked away toward the throne room.
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Muhahahaahaaha4hahaaaaaaweee.
Hmm. I wonder what that means?
Thanx to:
Darcel Lucia: It's not a book! So it's all good now.
Dyana-of-Tortall: Das ist Gut!
Zenin: Okay. We wont drop her, but we're not giving a reason for her being at the palace.
Black Rose: I think Wowena is the type of pewson we can all welate to.
not so fairy L: oK (it's a lidle perden!)
Lady Knight: Sad. Nnnnncccchhhhhhh! (blows nose)
Daine of the Queens Riders: We intended it to be stupid.
Jelena: We were gonna do that, but now we have other plans for Jon. Hehehe.
Galadriel Greenleaf: :D
Lady Katharine Heartspark: Down with history homework! Up with sugar!!!
prophecygirl: laff! Laff all you want!!!
Silentflyer: Yihee!!!
The Insane Muses: You should read our Lumberjacks of Tortall. It's the Python Lumberjack song with twists. And it was acctuly the FIRST EVER Life of Brian on stage, and we were nominated for all these awards and stuff. I was the woman who threw the first stone (Sorry, I thought we'd started!) and the second prophet (And the demon shall wield a nine bladed sword! Nine bladed!). I was the younget cast member by one day. It was soooo cool.
So see ya nextime!
~Toodles from Googlepuss.
Disclaimer: How many writers of fanfiction can claim they own all the characters and all the settings in their stories? If you guessed 27, you'd be wrong. The answer is zero. So what makes you think we're any different?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
A man wearing a black suit, tie, shoes, socks, undies, and shades walked up to the carriage to music like Thom and Delia had never heard before.
"Here come the Men in Black. Galaxy defenders. Uh-oh. Here come the Men in Black. Men in Blaa-aack. The wont let you remember."
When he reached the carriage the music stopped and he leaned in the window. "Good morning, Ma'ams, I'm recruiting people to join a rebellion against the crown lead by His Grace the Duke of Conte, and I was wondering if you would be interested in joining his forces. We call ourselves Secret Conte Undertaking Mission, or scum. So would you like to sign up?" the man thrust a clipboard under Thom's nose.
"Ummm, no. Not today." Answered Thom.
"No !^(&# thank you." Replied Rowena.
"Well, I suppose. As long as it's for a good cause." Decided Delia, writing her name on the list.
"Thank you ma'am. We will come for you soon. Now. Look this way please." He held up a flashy memory messer upper thing and flashed it at them. Then he tripped over Thom's Secret Fairy Diary With Matching Padlock, stood up and walked away to:
"Nod your head! The black suits coming. Nod your head! Like this. Nod your head! The black suits coming. Nod your head! Yeah. Yeah. Yeah."
The whole episode left them feeling dazed and confused, until they remembered where they were and drove up to the palace.
When they arrived at the front door, Rowena directed the servents as they took away the luggage. Thom decended gracefully from the cairage in a rustle of silk, Delia tumbled down behind him. Standing not far away was a tall young knight with brown hair. He smiled as he came toward them.
"Hullo fair Ladies. My name is Sir Gareth the Younger of Naxen. Have you just arrived at court?"
Delia smiled at him. "Good morning Sir Gareth. Yes we have just arrived, but I did not know such curtesy was offered to Ladies, else I would have come sooner."
Gary drew himself up, offended. "Not showing enough cutesy, are we?!? I'll have you know we are taught from Pages seven different kinds of etiquette, maners, curtesy.,"
"I - I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you or anything." Cried Delia, startled.
"Oh. That's ok then."
At that moment Rowena came up to the three of them. "Come along #&$*^ Lady Delia, Lady Thomasina. We must go and see the Queen now @&&$%."
"Goodbye Sir Gareth." Said Thom.
"There is a ball tonight. I shall see you then?" questioned Gary.
"Most $%#*^ likely." Answered Rowena. "Now we must be leaveing. Good day to you." And with that the three women walked away toward the throne room.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Muhahahaahaaha4hahaaaaaaweee.
Hmm. I wonder what that means?
Thanx to:
Darcel Lucia: It's not a book! So it's all good now.
Dyana-of-Tortall: Das ist Gut!
Zenin: Okay. We wont drop her, but we're not giving a reason for her being at the palace.
Black Rose: I think Wowena is the type of pewson we can all welate to.
not so fairy L: oK (it's a lidle perden!)
Lady Knight: Sad. Nnnnncccchhhhhhh! (blows nose)
Daine of the Queens Riders: We intended it to be stupid.
Jelena: We were gonna do that, but now we have other plans for Jon. Hehehe.
Galadriel Greenleaf: :D
Lady Katharine Heartspark: Down with history homework! Up with sugar!!!
prophecygirl: laff! Laff all you want!!!
Silentflyer: Yihee!!!
The Insane Muses: You should read our Lumberjacks of Tortall. It's the Python Lumberjack song with twists. And it was acctuly the FIRST EVER Life of Brian on stage, and we were nominated for all these awards and stuff. I was the woman who threw the first stone (Sorry, I thought we'd started!) and the second prophet (And the demon shall wield a nine bladed sword! Nine bladed!). I was the younget cast member by one day. It was soooo cool.
So see ya nextime!
~Toodles from Googlepuss.