Ganked from Various People

[beckyh2112]

Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

Upon request, I will post a random line or two from any of these you choose. Assuming that the file adds up to a full line, that is.

Feel free to pick another one after I answer your first bit, and feel free to ask for something someone else has asked for.

I've actually left out the files that consist solely of a title and a few notes.

- 7lies-liuchiro
- 50-kekaru
- alak-thanh
- book1-01
- book1-02
- book1-03
- butterfly-effect
- cateblitz
- daili-firebenders
- ebz-mespyri
- hakozai-aus
- howfeng-01
- kimlong
- lovecraft-rome
- madscience
- madscience-rewrite
- maikobigbang
- oraclezuko
- ozai-cyber
- piandao-sokka-01
- shortstory2-edit
- shortstory2-rewrite
- swan-angel
- warring-dragons
- wt-mai-01

Comments

[dark-puck.livejournal.com]

let's take a look at butterfly-effect!

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

A Jovian butterfly is no more a butterfly than a Haumean bat is a bat. But it looks enough like a butterfly for humans, even people like me who've never actually been to the motherworld. If someone asked me to imagine a god of butterflies, it'd be one of these behemoths.

The Urania's Butterfly - all Jupiter ships are someone's butterfly - is down deep. We're running the edge before the hydrogen starts to ooze. There aren't a lot of butterflies down here.

[weirdlet.livejournal.com]

Ozai-cyber, if I may.

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

"Somedays, I think the Fire Nation cares more about the wedding anniversary than the bombing," Hakoda growled. "And I know damn well they care more about his divorce than about anything that ever happened to us."

The bed creaked, and Bato glanced over his shoulder. Ozai sat on his bed, back against the headboard, the sole of one foot pressed against the other knee, an e-book reader in hand. The top button of his shirt was unbuttoned, and his eyes were molten gold. He looked nothing like the GQ covershot one of Bato's friends had 'helpfully' sent him after the gossip-rags found out about them.

For one thing, he took his wedding-band off when he came to visit Bato.

[beboots.livejournal.com]

oraclezuko, because I am still anxiously waiting for more of that fic. :D

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

The Firelord's visit hardly disrupted the routine of First Shrine. Two days after he burned the map, Zuko was back in the rhythms he had lived with since Mother took flight to the Earth Kingdom. He rose with the dawn, ate a simple meal of rice topped with salted salmon and miso soup, then went to his firebending training. He trained with the temple's acolytes, and he was expected to keep up with them. None of them were as expected to be as skilled or as powerful as a royal prince, though, and he sometimes smoldered with anger that he was stuck with them.

[moonys-autumn.livejournal.com]

swan-angel :)

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

*looks at the file*

... Apparently it is just a title and notes. Gonna excise it from the list.

Here is a note.

---

[The other members of Chad's band are less than impressed with Chad's newfound "dude, angels are awesome, I must write angel songs" thing.]

[avocado-love.livejournal.com]

Puck already took my first choice *shakes fist* so how about warring-dragons?

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

The ends of her saffron sleeves fluttered. "They say I cannot kill. They say also I should give aid to those suffering and bring peace to those who need it."

"You have an unusual definition of giving aid," he said, licking blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Lie down, and I will see you do not suffer anymore."

[lavanyasix.livejournal.com]

maikobigbang, what are you?

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

Awesome, that's what.

---

"We've almost reached New Iroh, my prince." The commander glanced nervously at him, still unsure of how he would react.

Iroh would have tried to reassure the man once. Now, though, he merely dug his knees into the side of his komodo-rhino. Lightly, he said, "Father should have asked before he renamed it. I prefer the traditional name - it has a history."

"Yes, my prince."

They crested a rise in the road, and there ahead of them lay the captured city of Omashu. Smoke hung in the air, some parts of the city obviously still burning. Even from here, he could see the great red banners hanging from the walls and towers, proclaiming the Fire Nation's ownership of the great city.

:v

[lunatron.livejournal.com]

cateblitz, please

Re: :v

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

Catechism bit his chin, then nuzzled at his throat. "Let's go all the way, Blitzwing."

That was a splash of laserfire against the hull if ever there was one. He didn't much care whether or not they interlinked, but she wanted it and she was smaller than him. He might damage her if he was the connector, but if he just opened up and let her slide in, no problems. Of course, if she hadn't been planning this (and it was typical Catechism to either way), then hers was probably in a box in her quarters. "'Less you got your prosthetic on you, you're gonna need to borrow mine."

"Who needs a prosthetic? I've got the real thing." She grinned as 'borrow mine' clicked. "You've got a port? You do! You're even more of a woman than me!"

"Babe, I'm all man. My sperm count is twice Megatron's."

"But he-"

"Twice that."

[dark-puck.livejournal.com]

Let's go with some book1-01

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

Sokka, for his part, leaned out to peer at the tunnel-mouth. "Two- three sky-bison," he said softly. "Looks like about nine Air Nomads. All men."

All men. A raiding party, not a family group. Better in a way- Air Nomads killed to protect their children.

Sokka pursed his lips. "Looks like seven, eight adults with tattoos. One of 'em looks like a monk."

Katara felt the blood drain from her face. A monk. "The ninth?" She gulped. "What about the ninth?"

"... He's got hair," Sokka said in an odd tone of confusion and suspicion.

Katara jerked to look at her brother in puzzlement, then crawled forward to peer around his shoulder. Sure enough, one of the Air Nomads had a long topknot of black hair. His head was otherwise shaved in the usual fashion, and he didn't have the blue-arrow tattoos of mastery all of the others sported. In fact, Katara realized, the Air Nomad with the hair was a young man, hardly older than Sokka.

[moonys-autumn.livejournal.com]

oraclezuko

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

Azula stalked in a tight circle, not a single hair out of place but every single one of her ki-paths blazing. She must be furious, Zuko thought, because ki-paths were almost impossible to see even when things were perfect.

"We must join Admiral Zhao's expedition! I need to fetch the Avatar home, not that self-satisfied peasant!"

Uncle Iroh sat in the corner of Azula's cabin, fingering a pai sho tile. He lifted tired eyes to his neice and set down the tile without looking. "The walls of the Northern Water Tribe have withstood us for a century, Azula. The admiral would require an extraordinary plan to breach the city quickly enough in order to take the Avatar. No, it will be a bloody, costly siege, and the Avatar will flee before the city falls."

"He protects people!" Azula snapped. "He'll stay and fight!"

"Like he did at Kyoshi?" Mai asked as she studied the pai sho board.

[spyridona.livejournal.com]

howfeng-01? :D

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

His mind kept returning to the memory of the arrow jutting out of Long Feng's shoulder. He knew how such things were treated - if the minister was lucky, the arrow would be pushed all the way through him. If he was less lucky, it would have to be cut out. Either was painful, but cutting out the arrowhead also had the slim possibility of crippling his arm. If it wasn't already crippled.

The minister couldn't be crippled. An earthbender needed his entire body.

It would be so much easier if Long Feng were, some dark part of him hummed, and his desktop stellated with cracks.

[weirdlet.livejournal.com]

Again, if I may-

wt-mai-01

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

Mai's clothes were entirely inappropriate for the South Pole, so Bato wrapped her in his parka and went without. Hakoda seemed amused, but Hakoda seemed amused by everything that didn't make him angry or unhappy.

"You're keeping her?" Hakoda asked.

Bato nodded, and Hakoda reached out to ruffle Mai's hair.

She threw another needle at him. It skipped across Hakoda's parka sleeve, tearing a gash in the material. While his friend chuckled, Bato reached down and picked up the needle, placing it just above the other one in his tunic. He wondered how many more she had.

[spyridona.livejournal.com]

piandao-sokka-01? :D

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

His helmet rang like a gong as something slammed into it from behind, and Piandao saw stars. He swept his sword around him to keep any attackers at bay until his eyes could refocus. But no one pressed the attack, and when he scanned for the weapon that struck him, all he saw was a silver Water Tribe boomerang lying in the snow.

He chuckled and knelt to pick it up. He hissed as his fingers wrapped around it - the boomerang felt bitingly cold through his thin gloves. Tucking it into his belt, he stood and scanned the battlefield.

General Iroh would have said that was when he saw his destiny.

A young Water Tribe boy, hardly more than six or seven, stood looking at him. The child held a bone machete in his hand, and his stance-

His stance was perfect.

[suzukiblu.livejournal.com]

piandao-sokka-01

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

"What's your name?" Piandao sat beside his bunk, checking his equipment. He kept careful watch on the Water Tribe boy, who had wedged himself underneath the bunk and refused to come out. He did, at least, eat when Piandao left food out for him.

The boy didn't answer. He hadn't answered the last six times Piandao had asked today, either, or the thirty times over the previous three days.

Annoying, but he supposed it wasn't unreasonable. The boy was still a savage and didn't realize how grateful he ought to be that Piandao had rescued him from that life. He likely viewed this as an abduction.

[floranna.livejournal.com]

Oraclezuko has already come, (twice! =DD) so I'll pick:
- daili-firebenders

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

Long Feng looked down at the boy and thought of the kind of pretty idealism that forgot there were other reasons for doing things. "There were less than a handful of Joo Dee who were women like you seem to imagine them to be. They have all left Ba Sing Se. Of the rest, many are criminals who would have been executed. Joo Dee, who just took my Dai Li within the palace, murdered half a dozen men in the Lower Ring."

The Avatar blinked, and Long Feng knew this particular fight was already won.

Before the boy could muster up an argument, Long Feng continued, "The rest chose this, Avatar Aang. They could not live with their memories, so they asked to be taken away from that. We told all of those they wouldn't be themselves anymore. We introduced them to Joo Dee. Some left, and we let them ago. Some still agreed, and they became Joo Dee."

"Why would anyone do that?" the Avatar asked, something plaintive and dark in his grey eyes.

"Because," Long Feng said almost gently, "the war broke them. Joo Dee with the green eyes inside has two sons with gold eyes and a daughter with amber. Each of them has different fathers, and she never wanted any of them."

[gamiel.livejournal.com]

'book1-02' pleas

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

"It's kind of green in here," Aang commented.

Sokka glanced over his shoulder at the Water Tribe boy. It still felt way too weird to be able to do that. The last member of a completely vanished culture. The Avatar. A twelve-year-old boy who was really lucky it was winter, given how thick his clothing was. Aang wore a heavy blue parka lined with white penguin feathers, blue mittens, and thick blue pants tucked into leather boots. He kept his dark hair short and pulled up in a tight, bristly tail at the back of his skull. At his belt hung several knives and a club of silver metal.

"Yeah, that's from the Ba Sing Se crystals," Sokka replied. "Gran-Gran brought them with her when she came down."

[blue-lacquer.livejournal.com]

I can't resist something titled "madscience."

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

I should really move that particular file to the Fragments folder. It is fun, but it needs a longer treatment than I gave it.

---

Scott spent the school day mulling over the problem, and the margins of his notebooks filled up with increasingly silly ideas. One theme he kept coming back to was robots.

He liked machines. Machines were far more understandable than people, and when he was lit with the fire of his madness, they seemed to bend to his will as easily as clay. He would get an idea in his head and just create it without any preparations, and it would always work.

On the pills, though, he had to work at machines, planning out what he wanted to do carefully, checking and rechecking his work before he dared to turn anything on. Sometimes he'd done something wrong and would have to go back and fix it.

It was better this way, he liked to remind himself. He actually had self-control like this.

[gamiel.livejournal.com]

7lies-liuchiro

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

The Earth Kingdom man paused mid-sentence, suddenly worried. His eyes scanned the crowd, and Ichiro turned to look himself. People all through the crowd had frozen, turned to look in the same direction. Not everyone, though, which puzzled Ichiro until he noticed the nearest frozen man had bare feet.

The earthbenders sensed something. All the earthbenders sensed something, and a chill ran down Ichiro's spine.

"What's going on?" He asked quietly, stepping towards the nearest earthbender.

[blue-lacquer.livejournal.com]

How about lovecraft-rome?

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

"Quintus Fulvius Atellus. Well met." Neb-Sekem's voice made his skin crawl, and Atellus took a half-step back.

"Well met," he said, twisting the words just barely out of a curse.

As his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw the Egyptian stood at the fore of a strange caravan, a cobra staff in hand. Torch-bearers stood just behind Neb-Sekem, flame showing every unciae of the vivid robe while casting the man's face in blackness. Behind them ranged figures in shapeless robes with the hoods thrown up, amphorae borne on shoulders, chests carried between two men, wrapped bundles whose contents he could not guess. None of them moved as Neb-Sekem regarded him.

Then the Egyptian smiled and tapped the end of the cobra staff against the street. Suddenly there were colors in the shadows, and Atellus blinked rapidly to clear them.

They didn't clear.

[gamiel.livejournal.com]

wt-mai-01

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

Bato drank his soup directly from the bowl and watched her in return.

Mai dipped her spoon in the stew and ate a dainty mouthful. Her brow furrowed as she chewed on the meat, then she took another spoonful. "It's bland."

Bato shrugged. "It's what we eat."

[gamiel.livejournal.com]

How about kimlong?

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

Kasiar cut and shuffled a deck of cards. It wasn't his deck, just a storebought playing card pack he'd paid for with his first paycheck. It didn't fit his hands and heart the way the deck he'd left behind did. It also had fewer cards, which made his divination more than a little flaky.

But the deck his father had carved from bone and his mother had painted with blood had been far too distinctive to take with him when he fled the Unseelie Court.

[gamiel.livejournal.com]

here we go again...

oraclezuko