The Winding Circle Temple of Fanfiction
By Dragonlet
Disclaimer: I do not own Winding Circle, or any of its people and/or places/things/other, but wish they'd visit. Based on (and with permission! Stay back minions!) Camilla Sandman's OFUM. Here's hoping I can live up to her and the authors of all the other stories I worships' standards.
Prologue: The Beginning
"I really appreciate you lending us Discipline, Lark," a young woman said once more as she carried a box down from the attic.
"Not at all dear," Lark said kindly.
"But if even one dares to dismantle my workshop-"
"I already told you Rosethorn, they know not to," the young woman interrupted the sharp voice. "They know that would make you very mad, and they know not to make you very mad." Rosethorn grinned.
"Let's hope the students learn that quickly," she said.
"But that wouldn't be nearly as much fun." DL, the young woman, smiled sweetly. Too sweetly. Miss DL was the new course coordinator at The Winding Circle Temple of Fanfiction. No more would fanwriters slander her favorite author's work. Hopefully.
There was a yelp from outside, and Sandry came in, looking a bit sheepish.
"Sorry," she said, tugging on one of her golden-brown braids. "I'm still not used to the mini-what are they again DL?"
"Mini-balrogs," Miss DL responded. "Was it Leogoles or Gimley?"
"How can you tell the difference?" asked Lark, taking the box from Miss DL before she dropped it.
"Thanks," she said. "And Gimley's cuter," she said in response to Sandry.
"Would that be cuter by your standards, or ours?" asked a dry voice from above her.
"That would be mine I suppose," Miss DL said, shrugging as she moved out of the way for the redhead to come down. "Is there anything else up there Tris?"
"Nothing else," Tris replied, smoothing her skirt. "So, explain one more time how this will work again?"
"Let's wait until I get everyone together, in case anyone else has any questions," Miss DL said, rubbing her hands together nervously. "The fanwriters should arrive tomorrow. Let's hope we're ready." A loud snarl came from one of the minis, and Miss DL, followed by the other four people, rushed out to see if her precious minis were all right. Although it wasn't the welfare of the evil miniature fire demons that the others were concerned about. It was more the welfare of any hapless passer-by, or a bird, or some wandering animal that worried them. The minis tended to be testy when they had not chased any fangirls for a while.
Leogoles was trying to get his tail untangled from his whip, while Gimley was swatting at something flying around. The sunlight glinted off glass.
"That's not Chime," Tris said calmly. "Chime does not have 'Uneni' written in gold on her." Miss DL stared helplessly.
"Could someone get Daja please," she said, rubbing her temples.
"What?" A tall black girl with a staff walked into view. "What is that?" she asked, eyeing the glass dragon that annoyed Gimley. Leogoles was till occupied with his tail.
"Ah, Daja." Miss DL bent to help the mini. "Could you tell me if that is the correct spelling of your brother's name?" Daja stared at the small dragon for a few moments before shaking her head.
"No. Why?" Miss DL groaned.
"Great, one more thing to explain later," she muttered. Louder, she said, "You know how Leogoles and Gimley and other minis like them are spawned? By misspelling their namesakes', um, names. It appears that the misspellings of names in this continuum spawns Chimes."
"Not mini-Chimes?" Sandry asked, watching as Uneni perched on the roof above them.
"Well, Chime's fairly small as it is, and Uneni doesn't seem to be much smaller," Miss DL said absently, new plans growing. "Actually, this'll make security a bit easier. And I have an idea." She smiled. The four humans present were slightly disturbed by the smile. "Get everyone together, I'll be there soon." She rolled up her sleeves.
"What are you doing?" asked Rosethorn before leaving.
"I'm going to try to catch a dragon," Miss DL said matter-of-factly.
****
About an hour later, all had gathered in one of the large rooms at the Hub. Miss DL walked in, followed by Leogoles and Gimley. She was holding something wrapped in canvas. It was moving, some noted as she walked up to the podium.
"Thank you all for coming!" Miss DL had to shout to make herself be heard over the noise. "We all know that the next few months will be hard, as this will be your first exposure to fangirls and fanwriters." Some in the crowd shuddered. "This meeting will give you all a chance to ask questions that you may not have a chance to later. I also have an announcement to make after the questions."
"Wh-what's that in y-your hands?" Keth asked. Miss DL smiled.
"That is part of the announcement," she said, shifting her grip on the package.
"I have some concerns regarding the enrollment form." A tall man with salt- and-pepper hair stood up.
"What's wrong with it Niko?" Miss DL turned to the speaker.
"I see you have down as one of the mandatory fills, 'race', and beside that have 'human/mage/other'." He put down the sheaf of papers. "What if someone puts down 'mage'? Or puts down something nonexistent, but powerful? Would that not be dangerous to us?" There were murmurs of agreement. Miss DL's smile widened.
"Don't worry about that, it'll be fine," she assured him. "Are there any more questions?"
"Can I-"
"No Ben, you can not borrow the minis," she interrupted. Bennat Ladradun sat back down sulkily.
"Nothing else? All right. Now, in case anyone is a bit fuzzy about what is to happen, let me explain once more. I have given you samples of writing known as 'fanfiction' from my world about this one. There has been a nearly unanimous decision to go ahead with this university. The fangirls and writers, upon arrival, will be assigned to a temple, where they will live during their stay here." Awkwardly, because she was still holding the struggling package, Miss DL pulled a piece of paper from her pocket. "The extreme fangirls, those who lust," she explained, "shall be in the Water Temple." She paused at the sound of mutters. "Look, we've been over this before, these are the final lists.
"Those who write slash, as well as other non-canon love pairings, shall be in the Fire Temple. Those who actually stick to canon, or at least try to, will be in the Earth Temple, and the rest shall be in the Air Temple." Again there were mutters. "Look, I'm sorry, I just couldn't think of what they're called. Many of you have expressed desire for more security, worried about the power of fangirls, determination, and hormones." She began to unwrap the package. "This little fellow spawned about an hour ago." She let Uneni into the air. There were gasps. "No Keth, this is not Chime. This is Uneni." Miss DL watched the original Chime fly to meet the newcomer. "As you know, Gimley and Leogoles, the mini-balrogs, are the result when you misspell a name in the Lord of the Rings continuum. Apparently, we get Chimes.
"At OFUM, the basic job of the minis is security detail, and making the students' lives heck," she continued explaining.
"Though you must admit, a small glass dragon hardly has the same impact as a small fiery demon," Frostpine said thoughtfully. Miss DL smiled grimly.
"Hopefully, they'll change that," she said, still smiling. "The new plan is that Discipline will be the Chime training-yes Keth?"
"Why are we c-calling them 'Ch-chimes'?" he asked. "Wh-why no 'mini'?"
"Well, they're not really smaller than she is," Miss DL pointed out. "That is, if Uneni here represents the average Chime. But if it bothers you, we can call them dragons," she added.
"S-sounds good."
"Great. As I was saying, Discipline will be the dragons' training center, with Leogoles training them for now. Until they are trained, Gimley will guard the staff section and all of you, until and if we get someone else to train the dragons." Chime and Uneni had been examining each other for a while, and each decided the other was of no concern. Chime flew back to Tris, and Uneni continued his inspection of the room.
"Do you mean if one of us volunteered to train 'em?" asked Evvy. Miss DL chewed on her bottom lip.
"Well that wasn't what I meant, but if someone was to volunteer, it would be wonderful," she said. The entire crowd backed up. "Okay, guessing that's a 'no' then," she muttered. "Well, that seems to be about everything. And no, Ben."
Welcome students. Heh. Heheheheh. MUAHAHAHAHA! Disclaimer: I do not own Winding Circle, or any of its people and/or places/things/other, but wish they'd visit. Based on (and with permission! Stay back minions!) Camilla Sandman's OFUM. Here's hoping I can live up to her and the authors of all the other stories I worships' standards.
By Dragonlet
Disclaimer: I do not own Winding Circle, or any of its people and/or places/things/other, but wish they'd visit. Based on (and with permission! Stay back minions!) Camilla Sandman's OFUM. Here's hoping I can live up to her and the authors of all the other stories I worships' standards.
Prologue: The Beginning
"I really appreciate you lending us Discipline, Lark," a young woman said once more as she carried a box down from the attic.
"Not at all dear," Lark said kindly.
"But if even one dares to dismantle my workshop-"
"I already told you Rosethorn, they know not to," the young woman interrupted the sharp voice. "They know that would make you very mad, and they know not to make you very mad." Rosethorn grinned.
"Let's hope the students learn that quickly," she said.
"But that wouldn't be nearly as much fun." DL, the young woman, smiled sweetly. Too sweetly. Miss DL was the new course coordinator at The Winding Circle Temple of Fanfiction. No more would fanwriters slander her favorite author's work. Hopefully.
There was a yelp from outside, and Sandry came in, looking a bit sheepish.
"Sorry," she said, tugging on one of her golden-brown braids. "I'm still not used to the mini-what are they again DL?"
"Mini-balrogs," Miss DL responded. "Was it Leogoles or Gimley?"
"How can you tell the difference?" asked Lark, taking the box from Miss DL before she dropped it.
"Thanks," she said. "And Gimley's cuter," she said in response to Sandry.
"Would that be cuter by your standards, or ours?" asked a dry voice from above her.
"That would be mine I suppose," Miss DL said, shrugging as she moved out of the way for the redhead to come down. "Is there anything else up there Tris?"
"Nothing else," Tris replied, smoothing her skirt. "So, explain one more time how this will work again?"
"Let's wait until I get everyone together, in case anyone else has any questions," Miss DL said, rubbing her hands together nervously. "The fanwriters should arrive tomorrow. Let's hope we're ready." A loud snarl came from one of the minis, and Miss DL, followed by the other four people, rushed out to see if her precious minis were all right. Although it wasn't the welfare of the evil miniature fire demons that the others were concerned about. It was more the welfare of any hapless passer-by, or a bird, or some wandering animal that worried them. The minis tended to be testy when they had not chased any fangirls for a while.
Leogoles was trying to get his tail untangled from his whip, while Gimley was swatting at something flying around. The sunlight glinted off glass.
"That's not Chime," Tris said calmly. "Chime does not have 'Uneni' written in gold on her." Miss DL stared helplessly.
"Could someone get Daja please," she said, rubbing her temples.
"What?" A tall black girl with a staff walked into view. "What is that?" she asked, eyeing the glass dragon that annoyed Gimley. Leogoles was till occupied with his tail.
"Ah, Daja." Miss DL bent to help the mini. "Could you tell me if that is the correct spelling of your brother's name?" Daja stared at the small dragon for a few moments before shaking her head.
"No. Why?" Miss DL groaned.
"Great, one more thing to explain later," she muttered. Louder, she said, "You know how Leogoles and Gimley and other minis like them are spawned? By misspelling their namesakes', um, names. It appears that the misspellings of names in this continuum spawns Chimes."
"Not mini-Chimes?" Sandry asked, watching as Uneni perched on the roof above them.
"Well, Chime's fairly small as it is, and Uneni doesn't seem to be much smaller," Miss DL said absently, new plans growing. "Actually, this'll make security a bit easier. And I have an idea." She smiled. The four humans present were slightly disturbed by the smile. "Get everyone together, I'll be there soon." She rolled up her sleeves.
"What are you doing?" asked Rosethorn before leaving.
"I'm going to try to catch a dragon," Miss DL said matter-of-factly.
****
About an hour later, all had gathered in one of the large rooms at the Hub. Miss DL walked in, followed by Leogoles and Gimley. She was holding something wrapped in canvas. It was moving, some noted as she walked up to the podium.
"Thank you all for coming!" Miss DL had to shout to make herself be heard over the noise. "We all know that the next few months will be hard, as this will be your first exposure to fangirls and fanwriters." Some in the crowd shuddered. "This meeting will give you all a chance to ask questions that you may not have a chance to later. I also have an announcement to make after the questions."
"Wh-what's that in y-your hands?" Keth asked. Miss DL smiled.
"That is part of the announcement," she said, shifting her grip on the package.
"I have some concerns regarding the enrollment form." A tall man with salt- and-pepper hair stood up.
"What's wrong with it Niko?" Miss DL turned to the speaker.
"I see you have down as one of the mandatory fills, 'race', and beside that have 'human/mage/other'." He put down the sheaf of papers. "What if someone puts down 'mage'? Or puts down something nonexistent, but powerful? Would that not be dangerous to us?" There were murmurs of agreement. Miss DL's smile widened.
"Don't worry about that, it'll be fine," she assured him. "Are there any more questions?"
"Can I-"
"No Ben, you can not borrow the minis," she interrupted. Bennat Ladradun sat back down sulkily.
"Nothing else? All right. Now, in case anyone is a bit fuzzy about what is to happen, let me explain once more. I have given you samples of writing known as 'fanfiction' from my world about this one. There has been a nearly unanimous decision to go ahead with this university. The fangirls and writers, upon arrival, will be assigned to a temple, where they will live during their stay here." Awkwardly, because she was still holding the struggling package, Miss DL pulled a piece of paper from her pocket. "The extreme fangirls, those who lust," she explained, "shall be in the Water Temple." She paused at the sound of mutters. "Look, we've been over this before, these are the final lists.
"Those who write slash, as well as other non-canon love pairings, shall be in the Fire Temple. Those who actually stick to canon, or at least try to, will be in the Earth Temple, and the rest shall be in the Air Temple." Again there were mutters. "Look, I'm sorry, I just couldn't think of what they're called. Many of you have expressed desire for more security, worried about the power of fangirls, determination, and hormones." She began to unwrap the package. "This little fellow spawned about an hour ago." She let Uneni into the air. There were gasps. "No Keth, this is not Chime. This is Uneni." Miss DL watched the original Chime fly to meet the newcomer. "As you know, Gimley and Leogoles, the mini-balrogs, are the result when you misspell a name in the Lord of the Rings continuum. Apparently, we get Chimes.
"At OFUM, the basic job of the minis is security detail, and making the students' lives heck," she continued explaining.
"Though you must admit, a small glass dragon hardly has the same impact as a small fiery demon," Frostpine said thoughtfully. Miss DL smiled grimly.
"Hopefully, they'll change that," she said, still smiling. "The new plan is that Discipline will be the Chime training-yes Keth?"
"Why are we c-calling them 'Ch-chimes'?" he asked. "Wh-why no 'mini'?"
"Well, they're not really smaller than she is," Miss DL pointed out. "That is, if Uneni here represents the average Chime. But if it bothers you, we can call them dragons," she added.
"S-sounds good."
"Great. As I was saying, Discipline will be the dragons' training center, with Leogoles training them for now. Until they are trained, Gimley will guard the staff section and all of you, until and if we get someone else to train the dragons." Chime and Uneni had been examining each other for a while, and each decided the other was of no concern. Chime flew back to Tris, and Uneni continued his inspection of the room.
"Do you mean if one of us volunteered to train 'em?" asked Evvy. Miss DL chewed on her bottom lip.
"Well that wasn't what I meant, but if someone was to volunteer, it would be wonderful," she said. The entire crowd backed up. "Okay, guessing that's a 'no' then," she muttered. "Well, that seems to be about everything. And no, Ben."
Welcome students. Heh. Heheheheh. MUAHAHAHAHA! Disclaimer: I do not own Winding Circle, or any of its people and/or places/things/other, but wish they'd visit. Based on (and with permission! Stay back minions!) Camilla Sandman's OFUM. Here's hoping I can live up to her and the authors of all the other stories I worships' standards.