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Apr. 2nd, 2012 05:30 pmSo, hat tip to Ms. Artisan - the Sevens meme:
1. Go to page 7 of your most recent WiP
2. Count seven lines down
3. Copy and paste the next seven lines of text
Because I'm actually working on something, this sounded like fun!
(Yes, it is one of the old LFN WIPs, part of the long runing project to brush all of them out of my brain pan by actually finishing them so I can move on.)
Believe it or not, it was Medieval AU that stepped up and demanded that Nikita's story in this universe be finished and offered ideas about how to accomplish that. This isn't actually page 7, that's all really old stuff, but rather, page 7 of the new work. So here are lines 8-14, from the seventh page of new work.
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“Hmm.” Bertrand bowed his head in concession. “Perhaps.”
“She’ll also have less time to get into trouble. You know what they say about idle hands.” Samuelle clapped Bertrand on the shoulder. “In any case, should she betray me, I’ll hand her over to Madeline.”
Bertrand whistled, “Cold, Michel. Very cold.”
Samuelle dropped his hand and shrugged.
“Speaking of your terrifying sister, what is her opinion of this venture of yours?”
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1. Go to page 7 of your most recent WiP
2. Count seven lines down
3. Copy and paste the next seven lines of text
Because I'm actually working on something, this sounded like fun!
(Yes, it is one of the old LFN WIPs, part of the long runing project to brush all of them out of my brain pan by actually finishing them so I can move on.)
Believe it or not, it was Medieval AU that stepped up and demanded that Nikita's story in this universe be finished and offered ideas about how to accomplish that. This isn't actually page 7, that's all really old stuff, but rather, page 7 of the new work. So here are lines 8-14, from the seventh page of new work.
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“Hmm.” Bertrand bowed his head in concession. “Perhaps.”
“She’ll also have less time to get into trouble. You know what they say about idle hands.” Samuelle clapped Bertrand on the shoulder. “In any case, should she betray me, I’ll hand her over to Madeline.”
Bertrand whistled, “Cold, Michel. Very cold.”
Samuelle dropped his hand and shrugged.
“Speaking of your terrifying sister, what is her opinion of this venture of yours?”
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