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Hey, I know you!; -- an Any Fandom fanfic challenge!
Topic Started: Mar 1 2007, 11:33 PM (299 Views)
Tenel Ka	Mar 1 2007, 11:33 PM Post #1
WELCOME TO GET WORDY WITH GUY SMILEY! Posts: 5,961 Group: Admin t(-.-)t Member #1 Joined: March 1, 2004	Alright, come on any fandom you want! This challenge must be written in first person and must include the word humbled and the phrase "your mom" -- it can be any fandom, but must be from an original character's perspective. And it must be the story of this original character meeting a really popular (popular in the fandom, not the fandom's universe -- unless you want it that way. heee!) canon character of the fandom. Be sure to post your responses in this thread! (Also comments on stories posted, questions or anything else related to this challenge goes in this thread too. HUR HUR.) Also, make sure you state your fandom before the story -- just to let us all know. ;D
	[ cafepress store // echuNET // wtfNET // chivalry ] [ "suffering is the fuel in the engine of civilization." - jacen ]


i heart kettch	Mar 1 2007, 11:40 PM Post #2
Yub yub, Commander! Posts: 56 Group: FandomNET Member #92 Joined: March 9, 2005	... Crossovers, y/n? :O (Not that I've actually written any fic in months...) (O hay, also, totally wrong journal, but I'm too lazy and tipsy to log out.)
	all your stuffed ewoks are belong to me. and the whyren's. give me that, too.


Tenel Ka	Mar 1 2007, 11:43 PM Post #3
WELCOME TO GET WORDY WITH GUY SMILEY! Posts: 5,961 Group: Admin t(-.-)t Member #1 Joined: March 1, 2004	Crossovers are of the good. I say go for it. PUT YOUR WRITING CAP ON. XD
	[ cafepress store // echuNET // wtfNET // chivalry ] [ "suffering is the fuel in the engine of civilization." - jacen ]


Lusa	Mar 2 2007, 12:57 AM Post #4
How hard could it be? Posts: 2,133 Group: Members Member #59 Joined: December 28, 2004	Dons writing cap Oh, like I have time for this! :p
	"Did your co-presenter on your television program just attack you with a machete?" "Yes he did. He came up to the window because he was quite cross because I ran into him." "That doesn't happen on, like, clothes programs or gardening shows." "No."


Tenel Ka	Mar 14 2007, 11:48 PM Post #5
WELCOME TO GET WORDY WITH GUY SMILEY! Posts: 5,961 Group: Admin t(-.-)t Member #1 Joined: March 1, 2004	BURN!!!111 I love how this is an ANY FANDOM challenge and I pick... dun dun DUN! STAR WARS! XD --- TITLE: Gloveless FANDOM: Star Wars: Expanded Universe MAIN CHARACTERS: Gadell Vessau (the OC), Leia Organa Solo, Jacen Solo, Tenel Ka I emerged from the Queen Mother's quarters into the waiting area of the salon and I was absolutely shocked to see a woman there. Was it that late already? Was it time for the Queen Mother's next appointment? I recognized her immediately, as I had met her a few times before, and tried to look as nonchalant as possible as I sauntered my way over to the seating area. "Good afternoon," I said hesitantly, delivering a small bow. My muscles had tensed up right away at the sight of her -- I mean, this was Leia Organa Solo. And if this regal woman, this Mrs. Leia Organa Solo, had any idea what was going on in the room I had just exited from -- who knows what kind of fresh hell would break loose. She stood, nodding to me and reached out to shake my hand. I took both of hers in mine and shook them gently, placing a small kiss on the back of one. I couldn't help it. She smiled softly, seating herself back on the plush sofa I had found her on and I took a seat across from her in an oversized chair. "How is the Queen Mother?" She asked. "Oh, she's doing alright. She's been very busy today. Meetings all day." "Am I the last?" "Unfortunately, no." I shook my head, placing my hands in my lap. "I believe she has another one or two after you." I had peered down to the ground, the news I relayed serving to depress myself in the process. More meetings meant more time cooped up in the salon, wrangling angry politicians and rambling civilians who wanted an audience the with Queen Mother. I tried to brighten my expression though, perking up a bit. "Can I get you something to drink? Some caf, maybe?" "Yes, please. That sounds good." I got up and wandered to the kitchen area. I was praying that her super-Jedi senses couldn't detect my heart, that kriffing thing was racing at a horribly quick pace. While I was fixing her a cup of caf, she inquired about something that made my heart stop and my throat close up. "What about Allana? Is she doing alright?" I pasted the biggest grin on my face and spun around, carrying the beverage over to her. Once I handed it to her, I figured I'd had enough time to compose some sort of answer and I sat back down in the chair across from her. "She's doing very well. Tenel Ka has been teaching her a few things about the Force here and there. It's very interesting to watch how she picks up on all of it." I always saw Leia Organa Solo as this prim and proper woman; someone who never took any shavit from anyone. My opinion of her was instantly humbled as she leaned forward and spoke, setting her already half-empty mug of caf down on the low table. "You've seen Allana, right, Mr. Vessau?" She always seemed like some sort of untouchable politician, always thinking and working through situations, always on the mark, always working, never any time for anything else. And here she was, curious about Allana. "I have." I nodded, suddenly wary of what I could say and what I couldn't. "And you can call me Gadell." "Alright, Gadell." She took her caf back up into her hands, her eyes narrowing as if she was going through choices of what she thought she could ask me. "What does she look like?" "She looks like her mother." I answered before a heartbeat passed. It was the most obvious answer, and the safest. This sly little grin crossed Leia's face at that point, and not that she looked any kind of old to begin with, but that smile made her look like a teenager again. Like she did in all those holos you'd always see from the Rebel Alliance days. "Really?" I nodded, that cheesy smile still smattered on my face. What was I supposed to say? Sure, she looked a lot like Tenel Ka -- but what do I say after that? Oh yeah, Leia, you would not believe! She has your son's little lopsided grin too! I mean-- I have no idea why she does cause they aren't related at all! But yeah! "I know this is going to sound very straightforward and probably even rude," she started. I already knew what was coming next. "But has she told you who the father is?" "Oh, come on now, Mrs. Solo." My smile grew a little relaxed after that. This woman sure had a charming way with people. It was no wonder she was one of the popular and influential political figures ever. "You know I can't---" I stopped as I heard the door slide open behind me. I shifted, saw who was standing in the doorframe and took a few moments to stare at the ground before I dared to look back at Leia. Her eyes had widened at the sight of who exited. It was a tall man, easily taller than Leia, dressed in a simple black G.A.G. uniform -- minus the gloves. He usually kept those on at all times, and I mean all times. You would see him on the holonews, or at a military function -- or even in a busy shop in the middle of the capital on any given planet. Always wearing the gloves. I have seen him without them -- and only during two instances. One, when he's playing with Allana; hide-and-seek, hoth tag, reading to her, putting her to sleep. And two, when he's with Tenel Ka -- alone. He would eat dinner with her, walk with her through the gardens... Force, if I had a credit for everytime I had seen those gloves left in the salon when the two were locked alone in her quarters. That always got a smirk from me. But it was always nice to see her in his company though, she softened up a bit. Whenever he's absent she plays this almost mopey thing -- yeah, emotionless my backside. Here he was now though, gloveless, tan hands on either side of the doorframe. "Mom..." Jacen Solo froze in the entranceway and I felt my heart drop for the dear boy. A secret he had tried so hard to conceal was on the verge of being discovered by his own mother. Oh, I remember thinking to myself that Mrs. Solo knowing was probably a lot easier and better to deal with than someone else finding out -- especially another Hapan. Leia's eyes went from her son's to mine and I couldn't look away. Him and I just stood there staring at her, waiting for anything to break the silence. "Jaaaaaaaaacen!" There is was, that was it. Allana's voice was usually so welcoming and alarmingly cute, but now it was sort of like a death knell for her father. She grabbed the back of his legs and peeked around them, her gaze shifting excitedly from me to Leia. Allana didn't even know Jacen was her father, but I could tell that Leia realized it in a heartbeat -- especially once her eyes landed on the little kid. "Jacen..." Her wise features fell gracefully and I could see her eyes tearing up. I couldn't tell if she was moved, disappointed, shocked, depressed, excited -- or maybe even a mixture of all of the above. I wasn't that trained in the Force yet, and I was never good at just telling people's emotions by their expression. All I could do was stare to Jacen, hoping he had some brilliant idea here to fix everything. Of course, that was when Tenel Ka decided to show herself in the doorway behind him. She recognized what was going on instantly, and I could tell her heart had climbed into her throat. Now her, that woman, for some Force-awful reason I could read her like a holonovel. I'm not sure why. But everyone had always claimed she was so emotionless and expressionless -- and I could never see it. I knew exactly what she was feeling since the moment I met her. The Queen Mother shot daggers at me and dragged them over to Leia, shock pasted all over her visage. She knew it wasn't my fault for this whole mix-up. Her and Jacen had lost time with the brat and had no idea how late it was, I'm sure. She told me once that having a child does stuff like that to you. Makes you forget everything else, she said it was a wonderful feeling -- I don't see how something like this whole ordeal was wonderful. So I need to remind myself to tell her to remind me never to have a child. "She doesn't know." Jacen shook his head, relaying these words to his mother. He spoke of Allana and how she knew Jacen as something other than her father, one of his hands now reaching down and resting absently at the back of the child's head. "Who dunno what, Jacen?" Allana tugged at his pants, her eyes still locked on Leia. Jacen gently pulled away from his daughter and moved towards his mother, his hands suddenly cupping her cheeks. I could tell by the way she almost recoiled and quickly moved her fingers over his -- she hadn't seen those hands in years. The hands she held while crossing streets, the hands she helped wash when little Jacen would bring back some dirty animal from somewhere. He had the blood of hundreds, possibly thousands, on those hands, no doubt, and watching her pull them away from her face and stare down at them... if she didn't know Allana was his daughter already, she knew now -- because he never took those gloves off for anything. The two of them had been through so much, and I know Tenel Ka was feeling the same way I was -- we felt like intruders on this moment. And Allana just looked damn well confused. They pulled each other into a hug, Jacen almost picking his mother up off the ground, and Tenel Ka held Allana back from going to investigate the situation. All I could do was stare. Once Leia let go of him and peered into his eyes for a few moments, she moved away from him and straight over to Tenel Ka, quickly wrapping her in an embrace. I could hear what she whispered in the Queen Mother's ear. "She's beautiful." Jacen and I looked at each other and I could see the relief scrawled all over his stubbly face. The women exchanged a few words in hushed tones that I couldn't make out, although, Tenel Ka did get a genuine smile slapped on her face at one point, which calmed me slightly. "Shall we get this meeting over with?" Leia had a gentle grin on her face and motioned to the side door, into the Queen Mother's office. "That would be wonderful." Tenel Ka responded, her eyes shifting from Leia to the politician's son, "Can you and Gadell watch her while we discuss--" "Of course." Jacen cut her off, clasping his bare hands together and nodded quickly. His gaze followed the women as they moved into the office and shut the door behind them. A sharp exhale escaped Jacen's lips as he finally turned to me. His fingers had moved to the back of the sofa, where they dug into the upholstery -- and his eyes had gotten wide. "I can't believe of all the people to have an appointment with her now, it had to be---" "Your mom." "Yessssss." He dragged the word out for a few moments, still in a state of disbelief. Finally he turned to his daughter, who was standing defiantly by the entrance to the Queen Mother's chambers, her tiny hands on her hips. "What was that about, Jasa?" "Nothing, Allana." He crouched down and held his arms out. "Why don't you come here and play with Uncle Gadell and Jedi Jacen." "Can I put makeup on you guys?!" That was it. There was no way that was happening. Jacen and I responded at the same time. "No." She meandered over to her father and climbed into his arms, his hands keeping a firm grip on her so she wouldn't fall. I couldn't help but smile. I was surprised to see Leia there earlier, even though she had been scheduled to have a meeting with the Queen Mother -- but I was sort of glad everything turned out the way it did. I know that was something that was weighing heavily on both Tenel Ka and Jacen, and I know Mrs. Solo is definitely a trustworthy person. She was someone who would keep their secret and help them if they needed it. Although, I'll have to remember to yell at Jacen about that later. If he had an appointment to see the Queen Mother, like everyone else is supposed to, then this wouldn't have happened. Hmm. ---- HUR HUR.
	[ cafepress store // echuNET // wtfNET // chivalry ] [ "suffering is the fuel in the engine of civilization." - jacen ]


Lusa	Mar 16 2007, 10:13 PM Post #6
How hard could it be? Posts: 2,133 Group: Members Member #59 Joined: December 28, 2004	OMG LOVED IT! Yay for Gadell! I've missed him! :p And you always like Allana so cute! XD Totally working on my story right now!
	"Did your co-presenter on your television program just attack you with a machete?" "Yes he did. He came up to the window because he was quite cross because I ran into him." "That doesn't happen on, like, clothes programs or gardening shows." "No."


Lusa	Mar 16 2007, 11:53 PM Post #7
How hard could it be? Posts: 2,133 Group: Members Member #59 Joined: December 28, 2004	Aight, yo, I know none of you have read these books (And thus I pitty your sad, miserable and generally unfulfilled existances) but I tried to write this so you could still read it and enjoy even without knowing the back story. (I was clever and used a character who didn't know the backstory either! Go me!) Hope that worked. (Read these books! They are filled with wonderful snarky goodness!) TITLE: Moving Mountains FANDOM: The Symphony of Ages, by Elizabeth Haydon MAIN CHARACTERS: Some random nmeless OC, Rhapsody, Grunthor, Achmed and Jo ***** I had set out early, not wanting to be delayed as I picked my way through the dark caves and crumbling ruins of the ancient city. It was not a particularly long journey from the heart of the mountains where the Guts clans scraped out the living to the Cauldron, but the way was treacherous and filled with dangers. Not all the clans had surrendered to The Night Man yet, and to be caught answering his summons could mean death. The Bolg do not fear to die. We accept it, understand that it is part of our life, here in the abandoned capital of a once mighty empire, a race of cave dwellers forgotten by the world, except for the yearly raids. We prefer it that way. But things were changing, had been since the arrival of The Night Man and his friends. Four strangers with powers and knowledge that inspired terror and perhaps a bit of awe, who had conquered Ylorc simply by walking in and demanding it. Most of my clan was afraid, when The Night Man�s voice thundered through the mountains, proclaiming himself our king, summoning us to the ancient Moot, where he defeated those who resisted, and single handedly became the ruler of a nation. I felt that fear too, but also felt inspired and even a bit humbled at the idea that we could become something besides a society of superstitious scavengers. One of his first actions was to summon the warriors of the clans for his army. Which explained why I found myself hurrying through silent passages, pushing aside ancient rubble with hairy paws, night eyes alert for danger. Arriving at the Cauldron, the huge hall where we had been summoned, did not lessen the feeling of danger. It was packed with Bolg from all the clans, all looking nervous, all silent. I slipped among them, slowly easing my way to the front, waiting as the last stragglers arrived. Every set of black eyes in the cavernous room fixed in the doorway as the king and his companions made their entrance. I had not seen any of them this close before, and felt a moments confusion at the strange group. First in was the giant Sergeant-Major, a towering half-bred Bolg, whose meticulously polished tusks gleamed against leathery, greenish skin. An array of weapons sprouted over each shoulder, and he looked perfectly capable of unleashing death with each one of them. The king himself was far different, but even more terrifying. The Bolg had already granted him a host of titles. The Earth Swallower, The Glowering Eye, The Merciless, The Night Man. He hid behind black veils and robes, almost invisible except for those terrifying, mismatched eyes that made me very glad I could not see the rest of his face. The giant might be a dispatcher of death, but it seemed to me the king was death itself. Which made the First Woman�s presence all the more strange. How she had come by her companions was a mystery, but she could not have stood out more. Bolg do not understand human beauty, but even to me it was obvious that the tiny half-Lirin woman was perfect. There was something strangely compelling about her that went beyond the golden hair, green eyes and stunning face. It was hypnotic, like fire. There was no other way to describe it. My musing was cut short as the Sergeant-Major began to speak. Bellow, actually. �Right, now. Oi�m only gonna say this once, so clean the muck outta yer ears and listen good. Yer in the army now and under my command, so lemme be the first to welcome you ta hell. I�m gonna make ya wish yer mum �ad never brought ya into this miserable life. The men o� Roland �ave gotten away with this Spring Cleaning exercise long enough, so Oi�m gonna try to shape ya maggots up enough ta put an end to this once and fer all. Understand?� I could feel the rustling and murmurs start up around me. For as long as memory stretched, the soldiers had arrived each spring, to wipe out the �monsters� who inhabited these mountains, to keep their people safe. We had learned to deal with it in our own way long ago by constructing a few makeshift villages in their path and filling them with the old and infirm, the ill and the crippled. The soldiers swept in each year, bravely slaughtered them, and left us in peace until the next spring. The idea of fighting back had never occurred to anyone. I looked back up as the First Woman rolled her jewel-like eyes, giving the giant a scathing glare. I doubt the rest of the assembly heard the exchange, or, if they did, they ignored it. I suppose I had always been a bit too curious for my own good. �Have you ever considered asking nicely?� She suggested, glancing around at the pandemonium the Sergeant-Major�s words had cause among the assembled Bolg. �Course not, Duchess.� The giant replied cheerfully. �Wouldn�t be any fun that way, would it?� �There now, you�ve gone and made Grunthor miserable.� The king chided dryly from where he leaned against the wall, almost a part of the shadows that covered it. First Woman did not look impressed. �If either one of you suggests I let him raid my underwear drawer again to make him feel better you�re getting a swift kick in a sensitive place.� �Aw, yer no fun at all, Duchess.� The Sergeant-Major told her, clutching his heart with mock dispare. �Now Oi�m gonna �ave to take my misery and sorrow out on my new recruits.� �I did warn you.� The king informed the fuming First Woman, folding his arms and looking amused, though his sandy, nightmarish voice took on a more serious tone. �Trust Grunthor, Rhapsody. He knows what he�s doing.� First Woman�s perfect face took on an expression of amused resignation, but any reply she might have made was cute short by the arrival of the Second Woman, the gangly girl who came skidding around the corner and almost crashed into her companions. �Sorry, Rhaps.� She panted, flipping a strand of straw colored hair out of her face. �What�d I miss?� �Just Grunthor terrorizing his new troops.� First Woman told her with a dazzling smile, ignoring the king�s smirk. �Yeah, and yer distractin� me, so cut it out.� The giant shot back, turning his attention to the Bolg who were still caught up in their whispering. He did not bother asking for silence. He just threw his head back and roared. There was really no other word for it. Stunned silence filled the room, as every hairy face stared at him. �Right,� He bellowed, glaring fiercely around the room. �Lets get the fun started, shall we?� For an instant those amber eyes met mine and I understood how a rat feels just before it is devoured by a cave wolf. Then they swept on, moving away to transfix some other innocent soldier. �Now form up and move, ya slugs!� The Sergeant-Major thundered, herding us into a rough formation before leading us out, singing an obscene marching song that seemed to center mostly around rape, pillage and slaughter as he did. Despite the uncertainty I was feeling that mingled with more than a little fear, I could not help but think that maybe, just maybe, I was about to become a part of something great.
	"Did your co-presenter on your television program just attack you with a machete?" "Yes he did. He came up to the window because he was quite cross because I ran into him." "That doesn't happen on, like, clothes programs or gardening shows." "No."


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