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I just had Kezef ramble on about light and fire and a slight mention of the colour red and he still hasn't told me just why the fuck he wants to storm the camp. This happens to be very important.
Also, tired.
25224 / 50000 words. 50% done!
* Witches Abroad, TPratchett
Also, tired.
"I repaired and strengthened the wards I could, Dean, said Icarus quietly. “There are some protection spells I can no longer do."
"What, you’re short of rosemary or something? Tell that to Chuck, or one of the S and R teams – they’ll be glad to raid a kitchen for you."
"It’s not the ingredients which are lacking." Icarus looked down at his hands. When he spoke again, his voice was hardly above a whisper. "Some of the wards can only be placed by an angel."
Chip saw the exact moment Dean figured it out.
* Witches Abroad, TPratchett
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Date: 2010-11-14 11:33 pm (UTC)Bad news: Tomorrow, I will have to write 4 000 more words.
But then I'll be all caught up to where I should be! Yay!
It sucks when characters don't behave and explain themselves. But is also sucks when characters over-explain themselves, like mine are doing.
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Date: 2010-11-15 03:00 pm (UTC)Characters are annoying sometimes, yeah. Sometimes I just want to smack 'em. (Other times I want to hug them, but that's all my fault for making them suffer in the first place.)
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Date: 2010-11-15 01:02 pm (UTC)*loves you so hard*
*squishes both Icarus and Dean* And Chip. And Steve! Augh, Steve! He's my favourite, there.
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Date: 2010-11-15 03:02 pm (UTC)Steve is an absolute doll. (I mean, he's dead, but he's still a darling.)
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Date: 2010-11-15 03:02 pm (UTC)OhgodIamsotiredIcannotspell.