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clachnaben) wrote2020-11-25 10:15 am
clachnaben) wrote2020-11-25 10:15 am
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WIP Wednesday
I haven't posted anything in ages because I've been working on other stuff and busy on other boring real life stuff (and also cause 2020 has made my brain smooth) but here's some assorted snippets from some WIPs
Joe, Nicky & Nile talking about religion
“You’re an atheist? Since when?”
Nicky leaned his head back against the stone wall, and wiped his face, pushing his sweaty hair off his forehead.
“Yes, I suppose, since about the 14th century or so. We had been alive 300 years and I could not see any plan, any purpose, any grace, in 300 years of death and suffering and disease. If God had made us only to flame and burn, like candles, then I wanted no part in it.”
“What about destiny? You said we were meant to find each other.”
“I did not say I believed in nothing, only that I think no creator moves us like pieces on a board. We have our own decisions to make, our own destinies to shape. I have seen what men have made of their time, and I cannot think the divine has any part of it.”
Nile looked at Joe. She had seen him praying in the morning and the evening sometimes, kneeling and rising on a mat he took out in the courtyard while Nicky sat on a bench and read.
Joe rose out of his stretch and rested the point of his sword on the ground.
“And I have seen the same things and made a different conclusion for myself. I am humbled by a thousand years of life, and I have God to thank for that,” he said.
Nile looked between the two of them.
“Um,” she said. “So you, don’t agree?”
Nicky smiled, eyes still closed.
“We have been arguing about religion since we fell off the Tower of David together and broke our necks 1000 years ago,” he said, and then opened his eyes slowly, looking at Joe under heavy lids. “You were not so devout then,” he said with amusement.
Joe shrugged.
“God has given us 1000 years to praise him. I let a few slide.” His look at Nicky was fond and teasing, a smile lifting the corners of his mouth. “You also thought differently.”
“I was very young,” Nicky said
Andy & Nile post-fight scene
"Fuck!" she shouted, and then, even though they’d all told her a hundred times to stop doing it, pulled the knife out of the wound and killed the assassin with it, a quick slice of the throat that made Nile wince. His body crumpled to the floor.
Nile wanted to go to her, but she kept her gun up and her eyes up on the room. Andy spat on the floor, holding her hand over the stab entry on her leg.
“Andy,” Nile said, warningly. She was always trying to get them not to stop and check her wounds.
“Damn,” Andy said, and limped over to the sniper rifle standing at the window. She rested her axe against the wall and deconstructed the rifle one handed, until it was in pieces on the floor.
“Clear?” Nile asked. Andy leaned out the window frame, to check the street and the eyeline, and then leaned back in, picking up her axe.
“Clear,” she said. “Damn, this stings.”
“You should sit down,” Nile said, and Andy waved that away as if it was irrelevant.
“Someone will have heard the noise. We should leave,” she said, making for the door. Nile flicked the safety on her gun, and tucked it into her shoulder holster.
Joe, Nicky & Nile talking about religion
“You’re an atheist? Since when?”
Nicky leaned his head back against the stone wall, and wiped his face, pushing his sweaty hair off his forehead.
“Yes, I suppose, since about the 14th century or so. We had been alive 300 years and I could not see any plan, any purpose, any grace, in 300 years of death and suffering and disease. If God had made us only to flame and burn, like candles, then I wanted no part in it.”
“What about destiny? You said we were meant to find each other.”
“I did not say I believed in nothing, only that I think no creator moves us like pieces on a board. We have our own decisions to make, our own destinies to shape. I have seen what men have made of their time, and I cannot think the divine has any part of it.”
Nile looked at Joe. She had seen him praying in the morning and the evening sometimes, kneeling and rising on a mat he took out in the courtyard while Nicky sat on a bench and read.
Joe rose out of his stretch and rested the point of his sword on the ground.
“And I have seen the same things and made a different conclusion for myself. I am humbled by a thousand years of life, and I have God to thank for that,” he said.
Nile looked between the two of them.
“Um,” she said. “So you, don’t agree?”
Nicky smiled, eyes still closed.
“We have been arguing about religion since we fell off the Tower of David together and broke our necks 1000 years ago,” he said, and then opened his eyes slowly, looking at Joe under heavy lids. “You were not so devout then,” he said with amusement.
Joe shrugged.
“God has given us 1000 years to praise him. I let a few slide.” His look at Nicky was fond and teasing, a smile lifting the corners of his mouth. “You also thought differently.”
“I was very young,” Nicky said
Andy & Nile post-fight scene
"Fuck!" she shouted, and then, even though they’d all told her a hundred times to stop doing it, pulled the knife out of the wound and killed the assassin with it, a quick slice of the throat that made Nile wince. His body crumpled to the floor.
Nile wanted to go to her, but she kept her gun up and her eyes up on the room. Andy spat on the floor, holding her hand over the stab entry on her leg.
“Andy,” Nile said, warningly. She was always trying to get them not to stop and check her wounds.
“Damn,” Andy said, and limped over to the sniper rifle standing at the window. She rested her axe against the wall and deconstructed the rifle one handed, until it was in pieces on the floor.
“Clear?” Nile asked. Andy leaned out the window frame, to check the street and the eyeline, and then leaned back in, picking up her axe.
“Clear,” she said. “Damn, this stings.”
“You should sit down,” Nile said, and Andy waved that away as if it was irrelevant.
“Someone will have heard the noise. We should leave,” she said, making for the door. Nile flicked the safety on her gun, and tucked it into her shoulder holster.
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