Okay. I know that you all are waiting for a big update, but I've been hit with a bit of a block. I've got at least 5 (but I think 7) pages written after this, but I'm stuck in a plot area. It isn't that I don't know where to go, it's that I'm having a hard time putting it down on computer without making it a) boring b) under-parr c) dumb d) unable to pass the "wimpf test" (Witty, Intelligent, MST-Prone Friend) or e) all of the above. I actually have the entire plot figured out and written down... but I'm not really very good at the actual "plot-writing" part. Look at my other work. It's mostly plotless one-shots with the occassional "oh, I got lots of good reviews, I'll write a sequel" second chapter. In any case, I haven't given up. I just wanted you all to know. And, as a shining ray of levity in the darkness, I present you with a teaser of the next chapter, just because I can.
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Thursday: Know Thine Enemy
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Vincent gazed down the hill at the small, visually unchanged village of Nibel. In the years since his confinement, the most that had changed was the addition of a new grocer, a second floor on the inn, and some new living areas on several of the houses. Yuffie ran ahead of him, intent on completing the interiews as quickly as possible. The gunman cocked his head.
So... what was that about matricies?
Chaos chuckled. :Nothing too important. Simply a young woman taken and embarrassed by our looks.:
Vincent fought back an audible snort. You mean my looks. You haven't shown yourself in four years.
:What? You mean you didn't notice that your skin was purple:
It took the demon's host a small measure of will-power to not look. Very funny.
The demon gave an indignant snort. :Honestly, though. This whole business of you being possessed gives you a bit of my chaotic flair. Your hair's wilder, now.:
Because you can't use a hairbrush.
:Your eyes are crazier; more alluring.:
This time, Vincent really did snort. "Alluring?" We need to work on your updating your vernacular vocabulary. I believe the phrase all the teenagers are using these days is "bad-ass." But it might possibly be "sick," too.
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There y'all go. I hope it holds you over. When I finish this chapter, I'm going to delete this version, and repost the entire chapter itself. I'll also be posting edits to the earlier chapters. (Hah. Already re-editing... what a punk.)
Also, I recieved the information that I needed for the full version of this chapter. I've still got actual plot and whatnot to write, but I still am working on it. So hang in there! I'm still here!
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