Writing for today, 2/29/16
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estiroseI've decided that I'd write what I could each day and then post it if I can. (Under lock if a bit rated, but otherwise posted unless it's part of an exchange or for something where I can't post elsewhere.)
Today I forgot to review where I was in any of my AO3 WIPs, so I wrote my OC Fukami Chiyo instead. This is approximately 350 words.
The fog had rolled in unexpectedly, cutting Chiyo off from her siblings. She couldn't see them, but she knew that they'd be shooting off towards home, even if she couldn't follow. The fog was acting like a forcefield, Ganma technology of course.
At least her siblings were safe. Chiyo couldn't imagine what would have happened if the Ganma could see her siblings when the humans could not. She could blend in with pure humans.
The humans around her collapsed. Chiyo inwardly cursed and dropped to the ground. Sometimes being part Ganma sucked. At least her siblings would be able to tell her father and her uncles what was happening and get her and the people around her rescued before the Ganma figured out she was different and a Ganma Eyecon surrounded her mostly-human soul.
Her father had told her that she was essentially that Eyecon, with a human body wrapped around it. That her Eyecon body was her true form. It had upset her, she remembered, back when her father had given her the information, that she wasn't like her schoolmates. Her uncle Takeru had been the one to calm her down, remind her that even if that was true, she herself was a human born in human society. After all, would she call Uncle Makoto Ganma? His body was Ganma, but his soul and form were human and he thought of himself as such.
She'd calmed down after that. She loved her siblings, but she didn't want to be like them. And she wasn't. She was definitely female, not genderless like her siblings and father. Not that it helped at the moment, face down on the pavement so that her attackers didn't realize that she was a little like them.
After what seemed like eternity, the fog was dispelled, and her Uncle Makoto was helping her up. She gave him a little smile, knowing she had to hide his identity too, at least for the moment. But soon she'd be home, and safe, and the Ganma would be none the wiser.
Today I forgot to review where I was in any of my AO3 WIPs, so I wrote my OC Fukami Chiyo instead. This is approximately 350 words.
The fog had rolled in unexpectedly, cutting Chiyo off from her siblings. She couldn't see them, but she knew that they'd be shooting off towards home, even if she couldn't follow. The fog was acting like a forcefield, Ganma technology of course.
At least her siblings were safe. Chiyo couldn't imagine what would have happened if the Ganma could see her siblings when the humans could not. She could blend in with pure humans.
The humans around her collapsed. Chiyo inwardly cursed and dropped to the ground. Sometimes being part Ganma sucked. At least her siblings would be able to tell her father and her uncles what was happening and get her and the people around her rescued before the Ganma figured out she was different and a Ganma Eyecon surrounded her mostly-human soul.
Her father had told her that she was essentially that Eyecon, with a human body wrapped around it. That her Eyecon body was her true form. It had upset her, she remembered, back when her father had given her the information, that she wasn't like her schoolmates. Her uncle Takeru had been the one to calm her down, remind her that even if that was true, she herself was a human born in human society. After all, would she call Uncle Makoto Ganma? His body was Ganma, but his soul and form were human and he thought of himself as such.
She'd calmed down after that. She loved her siblings, but she didn't want to be like them. And she wasn't. She was definitely female, not genderless like her siblings and father. Not that it helped at the moment, face down on the pavement so that her attackers didn't realize that she was a little like them.
After what seemed like eternity, the fog was dispelled, and her Uncle Makoto was helping her up. She gave him a little smile, knowing she had to hide his identity too, at least for the moment. But soon she'd be home, and safe, and the Ganma would be none the wiser.
