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Just a post so people can look it over. Sequel to Attack of the Author for WWC. Maybe I should just give in and make the damn thing an arc. Tell me my mistakes and anything that leaves questions.
“Gmrph.”
“Finally decided to join the rest of us, did we?”
“grm, ‘ll kill you.”
A hard jab in the side finally dragged Katrina to the surface. Opening her eyes, she saw that her Ed muse was staring down at her. “Wake up. You’ve been asleep for almost twelve hours.”
Katrina blinked for a moment, then buried her head in the pillow. “Oh hell. It wasn’t a dream.” A pause. “And my head hurts. I don’t like this at all.”
“You are the weirdest Mary Sue I’ve ever seen,” her muse said, amusement clear in his voice. Katrina replied by flipping him off.
“Too noisy. Where are the others? They run away from your so called ‘wit’ yet?”
Edmuse snorted. “We’ve gotten along fairly well, actually. Crimson and Crack seem to trust me instinctively, which is just as well, as I’ve played both their parts. Wings is a bit more reserved, but we’ve all been trading war stories while you were having your beauty nap.” Now he was the one that paused.
“But there was one teeny, tiny snag.”
The silence spoke volumes. Edmuse felt the urge to twitch as the quite drug on. Finally, Katrina twisted her head to look at her muse. “And what, praytell, is this snag?”
“We found two more. One’s Al. The other is a muse.”
“Ah, finally, someone to help keep me sane.”
“I wouldn’t go that far.”
“Ed, I will find a new way to kill you if you don’t explain yourself. Now.”
“It’s Broken Threads Al. Nice little seal snake on the back of his neck and everything.”
Now Katrina pushed herself upright. “Is anyone dead?”
Shaking his head, Edmuse passed over a glass of water, which Katrina slowly sipped from. “No one has died yet, though PrideAl is getting along far too well with Crimson Ed, and they are starting to creep me out.”
Setting the glass on the bedside table, Katrina buried her face in her hands. “What did I do to deserve this?”
“You have a far too active imagination. Don’t think I haven’t noticed that all of these characters except one have come from your twisted little brain.”
“They are your fault as well, so I would be very quiet if I was you, or else I’ll start hunting muses.”
“Ooh, chills. I’m so very, very frightened.”
“There is a dress out there with your name on it, muse. I will use it.”
Edmuse smirked. “Please. Like being put in a dress bothers me anymore. It’s like having Envy in my head. Nothing like everyone getting in on the act to get someone used to an idea.”
Gold and grey eyes met at author and muse glared at each other. “I hate you,” Katrina finally muttered, rubbing her temple. “You said you found a muse?”
“Other snag.”
It always interested Edmuse when he realized that a majority of his victim/author’s linguistic skills involved the muttering of curse words in foreign languages. She slowly ran down, though, and glared at him as if this was his fault. “And what is this snag?”
In the darkest corner of the room, a slim figured coughed. Katrina looked up and stared in shock at the red eyes and bright hair. “You have got to be kidding me. You don’t even belong is this FANDOM!”
Niwa Daisuke frowned. “No need to shout.”
Now Katrina’s head really hurt. “So, not only do we have two Elrics who are heavily influenced by/are Sins, we have someone from a completely different fandom.” She flinched, then looked over at the hurt expression on Daisuke’s face. “No offense. Though DN Angel has started sucking me in, I wasn’t aware that I had picked up any muses from it yet.”
She sighed. “What else can go wrong?” Then she brightened. “But now I have bishie boys with wings, so that makes everything better, right?”
Edmuse smirked in a disturbingly Envy like way. “We have to take the train to get to Central. And you know the luck we Elrics have with trains.”
No matter how much her head hurt already, Katrina started to thump it against the wall. Edmuse watched, amused, while Daisuke and Dark argued mentally if they should stop her or if they should just let her knock herself out again.
///
In a town much closer to central that Katrina and the others….
Moaning, Masuta sat up.
Or tried to anyway.
He hit something that gave way with a small cry, but not before it had knocked him back down. Opening his eyes, he saw a large golden head looking down at him, something burning in its red eyes.
Obviously, he was dreaming. Otherwise there would not be a western style dragon looking down at him.
“Captain Mustang?”
And it wouldn’t have been able to talk. And did it just say ‘Captain Mustang?’
If this was a dream, Masuta decided that he was just going to go along with it.
“I don’t think Roy would like that at all. He’s very happy about being a General. And who are you, if I might ask?”
The dragon looked confused. How he could tell, Masuta had no idea. But it was a dream, therefore everything was logical.
“But he’s a captain. Generals are in the army. Why would he want to join that stodgy army when he has his own merc group?”
The dragon looked more closely at Masuta. “But you look very much like Captain Mustang. Are you sure you’ve never heard of Mustang’s Firebirds?”
Then the creature shook itself. “I’m sorry. I forgot my manners. My name is Alphonse. Have you seen my brother or Captain Mustang anywhere?”
Dream or not, Masuta decided that this was a very good time to go back to sleep.
“Gmrph.”
“Finally decided to join the rest of us, did we?”
“grm, ‘ll kill you.”
A hard jab in the side finally dragged Katrina to the surface. Opening her eyes, she saw that her Ed muse was staring down at her. “Wake up. You’ve been asleep for almost twelve hours.”
Katrina blinked for a moment, then buried her head in the pillow. “Oh hell. It wasn’t a dream.” A pause. “And my head hurts. I don’t like this at all.”
“You are the weirdest Mary Sue I’ve ever seen,” her muse said, amusement clear in his voice. Katrina replied by flipping him off.
“Too noisy. Where are the others? They run away from your so called ‘wit’ yet?”
Edmuse snorted. “We’ve gotten along fairly well, actually. Crimson and Crack seem to trust me instinctively, which is just as well, as I’ve played both their parts. Wings is a bit more reserved, but we’ve all been trading war stories while you were having your beauty nap.” Now he was the one that paused.
“But there was one teeny, tiny snag.”
The silence spoke volumes. Edmuse felt the urge to twitch as the quite drug on. Finally, Katrina twisted her head to look at her muse. “And what, praytell, is this snag?”
“We found two more. One’s Al. The other is a muse.”
“Ah, finally, someone to help keep me sane.”
“I wouldn’t go that far.”
“Ed, I will find a new way to kill you if you don’t explain yourself. Now.”
“It’s Broken Threads Al. Nice little seal snake on the back of his neck and everything.”
Now Katrina pushed herself upright. “Is anyone dead?”
Shaking his head, Edmuse passed over a glass of water, which Katrina slowly sipped from. “No one has died yet, though PrideAl is getting along far too well with Crimson Ed, and they are starting to creep me out.”
Setting the glass on the bedside table, Katrina buried her face in her hands. “What did I do to deserve this?”
“You have a far too active imagination. Don’t think I haven’t noticed that all of these characters except one have come from your twisted little brain.”
“They are your fault as well, so I would be very quiet if I was you, or else I’ll start hunting muses.”
“Ooh, chills. I’m so very, very frightened.”
“There is a dress out there with your name on it, muse. I will use it.”
Edmuse smirked. “Please. Like being put in a dress bothers me anymore. It’s like having Envy in my head. Nothing like everyone getting in on the act to get someone used to an idea.”
Gold and grey eyes met at author and muse glared at each other. “I hate you,” Katrina finally muttered, rubbing her temple. “You said you found a muse?”
“Other snag.”
It always interested Edmuse when he realized that a majority of his victim/author’s linguistic skills involved the muttering of curse words in foreign languages. She slowly ran down, though, and glared at him as if this was his fault. “And what is this snag?”
In the darkest corner of the room, a slim figured coughed. Katrina looked up and stared in shock at the red eyes and bright hair. “You have got to be kidding me. You don’t even belong is this FANDOM!”
Niwa Daisuke frowned. “No need to shout.”
Now Katrina’s head really hurt. “So, not only do we have two Elrics who are heavily influenced by/are Sins, we have someone from a completely different fandom.” She flinched, then looked over at the hurt expression on Daisuke’s face. “No offense. Though DN Angel has started sucking me in, I wasn’t aware that I had picked up any muses from it yet.”
She sighed. “What else can go wrong?” Then she brightened. “But now I have bishie boys with wings, so that makes everything better, right?”
Edmuse smirked in a disturbingly Envy like way. “We have to take the train to get to Central. And you know the luck we Elrics have with trains.”
No matter how much her head hurt already, Katrina started to thump it against the wall. Edmuse watched, amused, while Daisuke and Dark argued mentally if they should stop her or if they should just let her knock herself out again.
///
In a town much closer to central that Katrina and the others….
Moaning, Masuta sat up.
Or tried to anyway.
He hit something that gave way with a small cry, but not before it had knocked him back down. Opening his eyes, he saw a large golden head looking down at him, something burning in its red eyes.
Obviously, he was dreaming. Otherwise there would not be a western style dragon looking down at him.
“Captain Mustang?”
And it wouldn’t have been able to talk. And did it just say ‘Captain Mustang?’
If this was a dream, Masuta decided that he was just going to go along with it.
“I don’t think Roy would like that at all. He’s very happy about being a General. And who are you, if I might ask?”
The dragon looked confused. How he could tell, Masuta had no idea. But it was a dream, therefore everything was logical.
“But he’s a captain. Generals are in the army. Why would he want to join that stodgy army when he has his own merc group?”
The dragon looked more closely at Masuta. “But you look very much like Captain Mustang. Are you sure you’ve never heard of Mustang’s Firebirds?”
Then the creature shook itself. “I’m sorry. I forgot my manners. My name is Alphonse. Have you seen my brother or Captain Mustang anywhere?”
Dream or not, Masuta decided that this was a very good time to go back to sleep.
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That was insane! But fun insane! Really love the snark...!
I'll come back to it later to actually do some real beta-work, but the initial impression is GOOD. :)
*wanders off, giggling about dragons and muses and homunculi*
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"Grm, I'll kill you."
The silence spoke volumes. Edmuse felt the urge to twitch as the quite drug on.
Make into one sentence? And is it 'drug' or 'dragged'? *forgets*
Gold and grey eyes met at author and muse glared at each other.
at = as
It always interested Edmuse when he realized that a majority
"Edmuse found it fascinating that the majority" or a variant of that? You can only realize something once after all. Unless you are forgetful or me. :D
She slowly ran down, though,
She finally ran out of steam?
“But now I have bishie boys with wings, so that makes everything better, right?”
No beta. I just agree with Katrina. ^_^
Envy like
Envy-like
Katrina started to thump it against the wall.
wall anyways.
argued mentally if
argued mentally about whether
There we go! Sorry for being late! *bows and prostrates herself*