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ramblin_rosieI've seen this one floating around long enough and with enough "you're tagged if you want to be" non-tags that I'm jumping on the bandwagon. :D ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jennytork asked me to tag her, and of course anyone else who wants to play is free to.
Rules: Post seven sentences from the seventh page of your current WIP.
There's only one I'm actively working on (the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
spn_cinema fic is finished), so here's from my probable spn_gen_bigbang fic:
Yep, it's a rather epic SPN/Girl Genius crossover:
Winchester didn’t say much as Gil rushed back to Castle Wulfenbach’s war room, using the idiotic Jäger hat to overcome objections. He mostly stayed two steps behind Gil as silent backup, letting his sturdy 6'4" frame do most of the talking for him. In fact, so quiet was Winchester that after introducing him to Father’s chiefs of staff, four-armed administrative genius Boris Dolokhov and pirate queen Capt. Bangladesh Dupree, and especially after discovering that the Wulfenbach army’s movements were being coordinated by Prince Tarvek Sturmvoraus, Gil just about forgot that Winchester was there.
Until, that is, word came that Father had returned. Gil and Sturmvoraus took off at a run, but when Gil heard footsteps right behind them, he glanced back to see Winchester, gun in hand, following with a grim face. Yet said gun was pointed at the ground between Gil and Sturmvoraus’ feet, and said face was turned slightly as if Winchester were listening for pursuit.
Sturmvoraus noticed at about the same time Gil did and began, “What the devil are you—”
And just for kicks, here's from page 77 (I did say epic!):
“Hey,” Sam said quietly, shrugging into the vest. “You okay, Your Highness?”
Prince Tarvek sighed without looking up. “No. But perhaps I shouldn’t be.”
Sam didn’t know what to say to that, so he didn’t say anything.
“Look, Winchester—Sam—I need a favor.”
*cackles*
jennytork asked me to tag her, and of course anyone else who wants to play is free to.Rules: Post seven sentences from the seventh page of your current WIP.
There's only one I'm actively working on (the
spn_cinema fic is finished), so here's from my probable spn_gen_bigbang fic:Yep, it's a rather epic SPN/Girl Genius crossover:
Winchester didn’t say much as Gil rushed back to Castle Wulfenbach’s war room, using the idiotic Jäger hat to overcome objections. He mostly stayed two steps behind Gil as silent backup, letting his sturdy 6'4" frame do most of the talking for him. In fact, so quiet was Winchester that after introducing him to Father’s chiefs of staff, four-armed administrative genius Boris Dolokhov and pirate queen Capt. Bangladesh Dupree, and especially after discovering that the Wulfenbach army’s movements were being coordinated by Prince Tarvek Sturmvoraus, Gil just about forgot that Winchester was there.
Until, that is, word came that Father had returned. Gil and Sturmvoraus took off at a run, but when Gil heard footsteps right behind them, he glanced back to see Winchester, gun in hand, following with a grim face. Yet said gun was pointed at the ground between Gil and Sturmvoraus’ feet, and said face was turned slightly as if Winchester were listening for pursuit.
Sturmvoraus noticed at about the same time Gil did and began, “What the devil are you—”
And just for kicks, here's from page 77 (I did say epic!):
“Hey,” Sam said quietly, shrugging into the vest. “You okay, Your Highness?”
Prince Tarvek sighed without looking up. “No. But perhaps I shouldn’t be.”
Sam didn’t know what to say to that, so he didn’t say anything.
“Look, Winchester—Sam—I need a favor.”
*cackles*
