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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2006 16:49:49 GMT -5
other than that, splendid, lovely and keep 'em coming
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Post by Cy Skywalker on Dec 7, 2006 13:14:27 GMT -5
XI
Alive...so Marie remained, slightly transformed into her fictional avatar, with her body in the police systems care in ArEl. Constantine thought that a moment allowing this was infinitely improbable; and what rules would apply to Mariel now? Certainly different ones from those that applied to Constantine, whose physical body came to the book with him (as far as any metafictologist knew) or Mourn, who moved through canons like an unrestrained ‘seeker or unafraid fictioneer. And apparently now they had two new ‘seekers on their hands...maybe he...perhaps now neither girl would age.
That did not sound like a fun prospect.
Against the tree Mariel/Marie looked confusedly or condescendingly at Mourn.
“Your kind knows nothing. All shallow--did you ever wonder if he would want you, fangirl?
“It was just a book! I mean--”
Mourn turned and trudged back to Constantine’s side. Mariel turned her gaze to him. “I wrote some stuff because I think Kaythe is hot. I didn’t want this. Is this real? Are you people real?”
“Yes, yes. Mourn, do nothing. Marie, we are Plotseekers. We’re been granted this ability to move and affect inside books or other sorts of story, physically. You apparently have this power too. I’m Constantine Kipling, from Pennsylvania; that’s Mourn, my apprentice; she’s rather cranky.”
“I don’t understand. This is real magic?”
Constantine sat down on the loam beside her, Mourn a dark bodyguard-raven slightly above, and tried to sound comforting and unscripted. “It’s more like metaphysics than magic. Though--all right, the creation of time and intelligence are the fabric of the universe. When you write, even fan fiction, can’t you feel that you don’t entirely make it up. The story is beyond you, like you’re watching a movie in your mind’s eye and only documenting it. You know this?”
Nod. ‘Sometimes. This time.”
“That flow is the Plot, with a capital ‘P’, the source of all true fiction. What felt like a dream was your physically watching and experiencing Mr. August’s created world.”
Mariel mouthed, true fiction? Constantine said, “You don’t have to understand the hows or whats, no one does. But you situation is strange even for one of my missions. Back in our world, Earth I mean and we call our Earth the Real World...” He would not shock her with everything. “The author of this book is missing, and Kaythe’s visit to you left evidence. The sword he was talking about?”
Softly she said, “The captive I think he’s from Earth too. Kaythe’s afraid of what he’s said. He just left me...”
Constantine stood up. “We need to go after the captive, who is probably the author, then. I think...this timing is causing a lot of problems.” Mariel sighed out several bouts of crying that also leaked slightly from her blue-green eyes.
Said Mourn, “So Kaythe knows himself to be fictional.”
“And few heroes can take what that means. Do you, Mariel, know what Kaythe plans to do with his captive?”
“Ah...he’ll talk to the other royalty, in the Castle of Dragons.”
Constantine sneezed. He had heard of this place, and not doubted that the hero would be rid of his captive only by majority rule. Now the ‘seekers would have to be careful to not get caught up in a Quest and slide into the sequel...how would that work with August being inside as well? Said Constantine, “Let’s go on a hero hunt.”
Mourn hissed, “Yes!” and grinned when the master ‘seeker glared at her.
Mariel stood, and wiped her tears with the green cloth as it unfolded into a cloak around her.
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