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silveradeptCreate a fanwork.
Okay. That's done, on schedule, no less, as Thursday is posting day for each weekly installment of the giving-of-grief to Pern. I've also got another work or two in the hopper for exchanges and challenges that aren't able to be posted yet, because they're not in reveals time r past their anonymity.
It seems a bit...nothing to leave it there, though, so instead, have an excerpt from an idea that's been rolling in my head, but that may not actually see fruiting for a while, because as it turns out, I tend to want to watch all of the available material for things before I start finding ways they might interact with each other.
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When he went to open the portal and check on the progress of his latest akuma, there was someone already standing there. In his space. How she had gotten past security would be a question for another time, but for now, he needed to make sure she could be swiftly brought to his control.
Sensing Hawkmoth's entry, the window opened, causing the butterflies to take flight from where they nestled on the floor.
"I see you've been sent here by the Tele-strator," he said. The woman had the look of a creature from an old science fiction show, as if she had been pulled right from the broadcast. White skin, with black veining around her hands and eyes, a black gem on her forehead, white hair with black ribbons running through it, black dress, and...
Very red eyes.
No matter. Red bled through black and white productions, anyway. It had been the reason that war movie was so iconic. The girl in the red coat. Simply a trick.
"I wanted to congratulate Tele-strator on his success. But the Miraculous is still not in my hands. Without the Miraculous, our deal isn't complete, and there's no guarantee that Tele-strator's power will continue to exist."
The woman continued to stare at him, a slight look of contempt on her face.
"Go tell Tele-Strator that I want Ladybug and Cat Noir's Miraculouses! Go! Now!" he said, wondering if this construct was as two-dimensional as the broadcast she had been pulled from.
She fixed him with a glare, and then a black portal opened on the floor next to her, from which several...things emerged.
"No," she said to him, fully giving her attention. "I don't think I will. Take care of him," she said, addressing the creatures that had arrived from the black pool.
Hawkmoth fled, the creatures of Grimm quickly pursuing.
Salem turned to gaze out the window.
"Well, this certainly isn't Remnant," she said, a smile curling at her lips. "But I think, with a few changes, it might suit just fine."
Okay. That's done, on schedule, no less, as Thursday is posting day for each weekly installment of the giving-of-grief to Pern. I've also got another work or two in the hopper for exchanges and challenges that aren't able to be posted yet, because they're not in reveals time r past their anonymity.
It seems a bit...nothing to leave it there, though, so instead, have an excerpt from an idea that's been rolling in my head, but that may not actually see fruiting for a while, because as it turns out, I tend to want to watch all of the available material for things before I start finding ways they might interact with each other.
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When he went to open the portal and check on the progress of his latest akuma, there was someone already standing there. In his space. How she had gotten past security would be a question for another time, but for now, he needed to make sure she could be swiftly brought to his control.
Sensing Hawkmoth's entry, the window opened, causing the butterflies to take flight from where they nestled on the floor.
"I see you've been sent here by the Tele-strator," he said. The woman had the look of a creature from an old science fiction show, as if she had been pulled right from the broadcast. White skin, with black veining around her hands and eyes, a black gem on her forehead, white hair with black ribbons running through it, black dress, and...
Very red eyes.
No matter. Red bled through black and white productions, anyway. It had been the reason that war movie was so iconic. The girl in the red coat. Simply a trick.
"I wanted to congratulate Tele-strator on his success. But the Miraculous is still not in my hands. Without the Miraculous, our deal isn't complete, and there's no guarantee that Tele-strator's power will continue to exist."
The woman continued to stare at him, a slight look of contempt on her face.
"Go tell Tele-Strator that I want Ladybug and Cat Noir's Miraculouses! Go! Now!" he said, wondering if this construct was as two-dimensional as the broadcast she had been pulled from.
She fixed him with a glare, and then a black portal opened on the floor next to her, from which several...things emerged.
"No," she said to him, fully giving her attention. "I don't think I will. Take care of him," she said, addressing the creatures that had arrived from the black pool.
Hawkmoth fled, the creatures of Grimm quickly pursuing.
Salem turned to gaze out the window.
"Well, this certainly isn't Remnant," she said, a smile curling at her lips. "But I think, with a few changes, it might suit just fine."
