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runicloreA real Valkyrie Profile ficlet. More or less.
. . .
A long time had passed since Mystina had a place to call home. The name was usually applied to the place one lived or grew up, where family and friends were waiting, and she didn't have either. At least, not the former, and she was smart enough not to call everyone who tried to copy her assignments a 'friend.'
She was smart enough to extract favors out of them, but that was an entirely different matter. You don't get something for nothing, after all.
Home might have been the Collegium. She reigned like a queen over the other girls in her dormitory, dispensing wisdom to the poor saps who didn't have the brains to study correctly, hoarding favors like a dragon hoarding gold. And if she was one of the few left behind at school during holiday vacations and summer leave, at least she had the run of the library while everyone was gone. There was no secret to success - she read, and experimented, and repeated until she got things right.
Then /he/ joined her class at the beginning of the next term. Thin as a rail with messy hair just slightly too long, and wire-rimmed glasses, Lezard was an unwelcome addition to her routine. And no thanks to their beloved teacher, whom Mystina had regarded with neutrality until it was announced cheerfully that Mystina and Lezard will lead the class discussion next period, so please give a warm welcome to our new student.
She'd rather have punched him than sat down at lunch to work out their presentation, but it was only fair to give him the benefit of the doubt. And it was clear during their study session that he was no idiot, whatever he looked like.
That was her first mistake with Lezard, trying to hold judgement like that. She refused to make it again, and you could almost say that was her second mistake, though she didn't think being honest with him would have made a difference, in the end. She much preferred the valkyrie to the headmistress, in any case.
. . .
Time: ~20, with interruptions
Word: rescue
It fits in a strange, roundabout way. This isn't a good story at all, but my connection is currently dead, and I have nothing else to do. Oh, lack of inspiration. ^^ At least it's a /real/ VP fic. Sort of. I was looking at that illustration from the Material Collection when I wrote this, but it obviously didn't help. :P
I might try writing a bunch of Mysty ficlets because, as with Sasarai, I'm dissatisfied with the way I'm writing her. Hopefully this will help me get better. If you're lucky, they'll never show up here. :P
. . .
A long time had passed since Mystina had a place to call home. The name was usually applied to the place one lived or grew up, where family and friends were waiting, and she didn't have either. At least, not the former, and she was smart enough not to call everyone who tried to copy her assignments a 'friend.'
She was smart enough to extract favors out of them, but that was an entirely different matter. You don't get something for nothing, after all.
Home might have been the Collegium. She reigned like a queen over the other girls in her dormitory, dispensing wisdom to the poor saps who didn't have the brains to study correctly, hoarding favors like a dragon hoarding gold. And if she was one of the few left behind at school during holiday vacations and summer leave, at least she had the run of the library while everyone was gone. There was no secret to success - she read, and experimented, and repeated until she got things right.
Then /he/ joined her class at the beginning of the next term. Thin as a rail with messy hair just slightly too long, and wire-rimmed glasses, Lezard was an unwelcome addition to her routine. And no thanks to their beloved teacher, whom Mystina had regarded with neutrality until it was announced cheerfully that Mystina and Lezard will lead the class discussion next period, so please give a warm welcome to our new student.
She'd rather have punched him than sat down at lunch to work out their presentation, but it was only fair to give him the benefit of the doubt. And it was clear during their study session that he was no idiot, whatever he looked like.
That was her first mistake with Lezard, trying to hold judgement like that. She refused to make it again, and you could almost say that was her second mistake, though she didn't think being honest with him would have made a difference, in the end. She much preferred the valkyrie to the headmistress, in any case.
. . .
Time: ~20, with interruptions
Word: rescue
It fits in a strange, roundabout way. This isn't a good story at all, but my connection is currently dead, and I have nothing else to do. Oh, lack of inspiration. ^^ At least it's a /real/ VP fic. Sort of. I was looking at that illustration from the Material Collection when I wrote this, but it obviously didn't help. :P
I might try writing a bunch of Mysty ficlets because, as with Sasarai, I'm dissatisfied with the way I'm writing her. Hopefully this will help me get better. If you're lucky, they'll never show up here. :P