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There was something to be said for very basic technology.

Cade ran a finger over the transmitter, which was small but not micro, easy to use, hard to break, and relatively easy to conceal as long as your target wasn’t actively looking for it.

They had an agent working as a maid in the Grande Star Hotel, which was where their targets were presumably staying. They also had a busboy at the Templeton, and a front desk clerk at the Gaslight, because you never could tell with these particular targets if they’d actually go where you thought they’d go. The Hampton Inn, well, Cade had a room there.

You did what you could, and getting their staff jobs so they were being double-paid had advantages when you were scraping the barrel to give them a raise.

The witch - Fiora, her name was, and she was a lovely woman that probably would have been more at home in long floral skirts with her hair down than in the Agency skirt-suit with nylons and heels - produced her micro welding kit and another small transmitter. “So, if we start with this, and then right into the circuit board, here, we draw a sigil, it’s a basic one, but it encourages a lack of caution. Loose lips and all that. But if I add this one to the case, like thus, then it also transmits a signal if certain phrases are used.”

Very basic technology was nice, Cade thought, but very basic technology supplemented with nice, tidy little magic spells - now that was what the Agency needed.
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[personal profile] rix_scaedu asked for cats. Here's some cats, with my camp nano protaganist.

This 'verse really needs a name.


Jen liked cats, always had.

Face families weren’t allowed to have cats. They weren’t allowed to have pets at all — it was a point of change, a point of interest — but sometimes if the “host family” had kept a dog, they would have a dog for a little while.

If you used magic around dogs for too long, you ended up with a dog who was a lot more… dog. They were cleverer, more loyal, the sort of dog that waited weeks for their masters or learned how to open the doors and fetch the beer.
Read more... )
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To Lilfluff's Prompt, " Something relating to the agencies discovering each other?" This is more of my Camp Nano project

The Joining


Cade Ferrel’s organization didn’t even have a name, just “Agency 3-1-7" and “Protocols 7, 9, and 12". They didn’t have a budget line, or at least not an admitted one, and the money they got wasn’t impressive by anyone’s standards.

(There was a rumor his predecessor had once turned a surveillance job, posing as a panhandler, into a hundred percent increase in the month’s budget. While Cade was pretty sure that was an exaggeration, it still remained a very telling story.)

What Agency 3-1-7 had was a very open-ended mandate and a couple extremely open-ended laws about how they performed that mandate.

And Cade was looking at a witch who swore up and down that magic was real.
Read more... )
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I’ve been doing some worldbuilding for my as-of-yet-unnamed-World for my Camp Nano Project, which is either called The Hidden City or Dealer’s Choice or Where the Wild THINGS Went.

[personal profile] clare_dragonfly asked: Do the three different capitalized types use different kinds of magic?

Yes!

Well, yes and no.

Okay, so most of the organized magic in this world works in Signs, Sigils and Designs, a Sigil being a more complicated Sign and a Design being a more complicate Sigil or pattern of Sigils.

But the different types of workers for The Agencies - Agents, Workers, and Faces, I said, but I think Agents are Hands. And I’m not entirely sure about Workers, they might be Eyes - well, each of them specialize in different sorts of those things.

For instance, a Face is going to be very good at nothing interesting to see here and there’s nothing strange going on. They’re all about making things appear as normal as possible, so that people don’t panic, even when their government, at least The Agencies in their government, are doing awful things.

An Eye is going to be good at surveillance signs, the sort of thing that tells them what happens, or if someone crosses a certain trip-line point, or if a specific person touches that sign. They set up designs looking for certain sets of words, or for certain complaints.

A Worker, a Hand, will use signs to enforce compliance, or to strengthen them, or to protect them - combat magic, more or less. They are aimed at being the elite forces of The Agencies, and magic is certainly part of that.
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The Agencies started as three small agencies connected to larger government organizations:

One devoted to the searching out, researching, and weaponizing-if-possible the magic that many people had known had existed but nobody really wanted to admit to.

One d aimed at finding and suppressing terrorist and other threats to the US by use of human and electronic surveillance.

One aimed at convincing the US public that nothing untoward was going on, that the world was safe, and that everything was okay.

Once the second two organizations found out about the first, they saw immediate uses for magic in the implementation of their mission plans; once the first found out about the second, it, too, found uses for them.

They don’t exist as budget line items, but they are well-funded. They slide their budget into small things (expensive toilet seats) use non-Congressionally-approved methods of gaining funding, and sell seized property for a profit when it suits them.
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(Setting: Modern-postmodern urban fantasy dystopic surveillance state. I wrote this on the bus, so totally up for logic holes being pointed out)

Magic in Jen’s ‘Verse works by encouraging or discouraging what’s already happening in the world. The more you go with the flow of the world, the less magic it takes.

So you can encourage water to flow a little more heavily over a spot, or to move to another spot. If it’s another low-lying spot, it’s not so much magic, but if it’s a high place, then that takes more magic.

Magic makes little pulls in the fabric of the world. Small pulls, only someone who is actively looking for them AND sensitive to the magic and to the pulls will find. The larger the pull, the more likely a magic-user will find. And really big pulls leave runs in the fabric of the universe that even laypeople will — and do — see.

Magic accretes where it is used. If you use a sigil to make yourself look younger, over and over again, eventually the pull is going to be visible in ways that a normal person will notice — you seem creepy, the wind goes the wrong way around you, grass dies or grows under your feet, you have witch-marks or the mark of the moon…

To move magic off of yourself, it’s generally clever to use more magic to benefit others than to benefit yourself.

The Agencies deal with this problem by delegating the magic use to Agents, Workers, and Faces.
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The Meme Master Post

F is for Fires of Gobann, of course.

Fires of Gobann is my Camp Nano novella, if I ever get to it. It's set in the Faerie Apocalypse, right in the middle of the apoc.

What is Faerie Apocalypse (otherwise known as fae apoc)? It's one of my favorite settings, the one in which Addergoole, among other things, lives. It's a world "much like our own," but one where magical beings, the Ellehemaei (fae) live and exist next to humans, indeed, appearing as humans. And those beings, in 2011-2012 in-world time, cause a massive apocalypse which wipes out approximately ninety percent of the population: faerie apocalypse.

In this middle of this, two young fae who are former students of Addergoole, Hedda and Argeus, are engaged in a consensual but not exactly friendly Keeping.

What's a Keeping? Although explored in great deal throughout the setting writing, the short version is: a magical bond in which one person, the Keeper, (in this case Hedda) agrees to be entirely, utterly responsible for the other. In return, the second person, the Kept, (in this case Argeus) is magically bound to obey all of the Keeper's orders.

So Hedda and Argeus have entered into this relationship - "why" is still unclear at the beginning of the book - and are still working around the edges of it. They don't particularly like each other; they didn't really like each other in school, either. They don't trust each other. They can barely stand each other.

And then the nearby city lights on fire.

(Gobann is a bastardization of a Celtic forge god's name, and the city is probably Pittsburg.)

Hedda and Argeus are just about to leave the area for someplace safer when another old schoolmate shows up with a favor to call in. Now, they're heading straight into the fires of Gobann. How will they survive?

I'm really looking forward to writing this story. So far, Argeus is an awful brat and Hedda is a bitch. And that's from his POV!

I blogged earlier about the cover for this book and the theoretical sequels - here.
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 photo Book One_zpsh4jro6de.jpg photo Book Two in Theory_zpsqppfeopl.jpg photo Book Three in Theory_zpsrvxr6s1w.jpg

So, I was introduced to Canva and spent some time playing around there.

It's a lot of fun!

And, um. "Fires of Gobann" is the novella I'm planning on writing for Camp Nano... but *cough* then "Floods-" and "Forests-"... would be the sequels. Um. <.<

But it was a lot of fun!!
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 Hello my friends!  

I am pondering a short romantic apocalyptic adventure novella for Camp Nano, because everything is better with the end of the world.  The main characters are 2 former Addergoole students - new characters. 

So, apoc = 2011-2012 (Ag years 16-17).  She graduated at the end of Yr 13, 2008, he, in Yr 11, 2006

I can, if I HAVE to, push this 2 years earlier, but I'd rather not. 

Questions:
  • descriptors for both of them?
  • What can she have done in three years to have become very-affluent-to-rich?
  • What was he doing in the meantime?
Cheers~

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Short summary: I should remember to keep my word goals small in July Camps.

Killing off characters is hard; killing them off every 1500 words harder.

Keeping to an outline continues to be a skill.

My First-person narrative voice appears to hate the 4th wall

First Line of Wednesday:

“Considering your group?” Jamian looked around, clearly not sure what I meant.

Last Line of yesterday:

And someone else shouted “Fairies don’t feel pain.”

Current Word Count:
37809

Words Wednesday/Yesterday:
1103/399

Par:
37,800

Death Count:
10 and climbing
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First Line of Monday:

I tried not to hold on to the railing too much as I exited the bus.

Last Line of yesterday:

"...The thing is - he’s way late for a Change, past twenty-one, and he never showed any signs at all before this. And, considering our group, I was watching.”

Current Word Count:
36,307

Words Monday/Yesterday:
977/888

Par:
37,050

Death Count:
I've lost count
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First Line of Friday:

The swallow echoed. “I, ah, I got bit.”

Last Line of yesterday:

“Um. Um, yeah. I’ll go talk to them.”

Current Word Count:
34442

Words Friday/Saturday/Yesterday:
,1,121/114/669

Par:
35330

Death Count:
9+
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First Line of yesterday:

“Mice!”

I didn’t recognize the voice at first.


Last Line of yesterday:

“Tell me you didn’t just get clawed.”

“I didn’t just get... clawed.”


Current Word Count:
32,538

Words Yesterday:
646

Par:
32,750

Death Count:
9+
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First Line of yesterday:

“Um... guys?” Lewis’ voice from the back of the party wagon cut off whatever DK’s next argument would be. “Guys, I think we have a problem.”

Last Line of yesterday:

Kill him. Kill him now. Kill him with fire and with silver, with cold iron and hot coals”

“Um...”


Current Word Count:
31891

Words Yesterday:
972

Par:
31780

Death Count:
9+
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First Line of Monday:

It ripped my bandages but barely touched my skin.

Three shots rang out, one, two, three, steady and even as a metronome.


Last Line of yesterday:

Getting enough gas to even get to our destination is going to be tricky.”

Current Word Count:
30,920

Words Monday/Yesterday:
1621/310
I gave up and moved my wordcount goal from 45,000 down to 37,800. Stress, too much stress.

Par:
33,000 31,000

Death Count:
9+
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First Line of Saturday:

I took inventory - Ess had a few nicks, and what looked like a blossoming bruise across the jaw, but not all that worse for all the wear we’d all just gotten.

Last Line of yesterday:

I stepped up just as it swiped at Candy, managing to catch most of the swipe on my jacket. It ripped my bandages but barely

Current Word Count:
28,989

Words Saturday:
2028

Words Yesterday:
209

Par:
30,000

(I decided that I could add 101 words to each day between today & the 30th, rather than stress myself yesterday)

Death Count:
9+


I still need to pick who died in chapter 4 and who was shot in chapter 5, also who went with them to the hospital. Any takers to pick from a list of names?
aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (campnano14)
First Line of yesterday:

“Hell, kids.” He shook his head. “So, what are you going to do?”

Last Line of yesterday:

“There’s a neck brace in the first aid kit.” Ess - thank god, not-that-I-believed-they-helped, Ess - squirmed up from between the wreck of two seats.

Current Word Count:
26752

Words Yesterday:
1609

Par:
27,000

Death Count:
8+
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First Line of yesterday:

The world was on fire. Ahead of us, where Syracuse would be, the pre-sunrise sky was lit up with orange and shadowed with grey.

Last Line of yesterday:

“She shouldn't be moved,” Lewis sighed, “but we shouldn’t' stay here, either.”

Current Word Count:
25143

Words Yesterday:
1002

Par:
25500

Death Count:
6+
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First Line of yesterday:

I don’t think we’ve ever acted so fast; we turned, we dove, as a team, taking him to the ground.

Last Line of yesterday:

I started to pry myself out of my seat, and then realized I didn't really have to; I could see it out the side windows, too.


Current Word Count:
24141

Words Yesterday:
1487

Par:
24,000

Death Count:
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First Line of yesterday:

“Hey!” Mary managed to force the door open the rest of the way. “I wasn’t the one who screamed!”

Last Line of yesterday:

And by Remembered, I mean he grabbed Dorian by the back of the neck.

Current Word Count:
22,654

Words Yesterday:
1511

Par:
22,500

Death Count:
6?
3 otherwise out of action
unknown wounded
Plus several dozen weasels, hamsters, and terriers dead.
And one dead Swamp Thing
aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (campnano14)
First Line of yesterday:

“So. Killing fae.” I’d said that already, hadn’t I?

Last Line of yesterday:

“We just wanted to see what was going on, and then we tripped over a foot, and I - I mean and Mary screamed.”

Current Word Count:
21143

Words Yesterday:
1524

Par:
21000

Death Count:
5?
3 otherwise out of action
unknown wounded
Plus several dozen weasels, hamsters, and terriers dead.
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First Line of Friday:

He stepped over the body like a prom queen moving over a puddle.

Last Line of yesterday:

I swallowed. This part I didn’t like talking about. Hell, what fae did?

Current Word Count:
19619

Words Weekend:
4488

Par:
19500

Death Count:
Oh dear bog I've lost count. Umm...
5?
3 otherwise out of action
unknown wounded
Plus several dozen weasels, hamsters, and terriers dead.
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My parents were in town!

First Line of yesterday:

Of course, the house was locked, unlike the garage. But one of the Interfaith guys – Ric – turned out to have a secondary skill of picking locks.

Last Line of yesterday:

Well, right now was not the moment to change it, and I wasn’t going to involve Rebecca in someone waving a gun around, just because she - or, say, Jordan or Sophia or Brenden - looked more like good kids than I did.

Current Word Count:
13146

Words Yesterday:
933

Par:
13500

Death Count:
Still 3
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First Line of yesterday:

At first, it was one jeep, one khaki-green jeep driving by.

Last Line of yesterday:

And the garage was empty of cars, just the lawn mower and a couple of kayaks.

Current Word Count:
12213

Words Yesterday:
1617

Par:
12000

Death Count:
3
2 wounded
2 left the party
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Glad I have - had - a buffer!

First Line of yesterday:

“That’s the best I can do for your arm here.”

Last Line of yesterday:

Then the army jeep showed up.

Current Word Count:
10596

Words Yesterday:
1323

Par:
10500

Death Count:
3
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First Line of Saturday:

“Just head straight down this road for a bit.” Byron settled into the front seat.

Last Line of yesterday:

“Here we go.”

Current Word Count:
9273

Words Saturday/Yesterday:
1518/1524

Par:
9000

Death Count:
3
2 wounded
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First Line of yesterday:

For a few minutes, we drove in silence, except for Byron’s directions: turn here, turn there, go left.

Last Line of yesterday:

The river was burbling unhealthily, and we had miles to go before we slept.

Current Word Count:
6231

Words Yesterday:
1533

Par:
6000

Death Count:
3
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First Line of yesterday:

The bus lurched and shook as I navigated the shoulder - and the curb, the mailboxes, and some yard - getting us to Byron’s shortcut.

Last Line of yesterday:

The bus quieted, just in time for us to hear the cannon fire.

Current Word Count:
4698

Words Yesterday:
1511

Par:
4500

Death Count:
~2
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First Line of yesterday:

Why don’t we share the van sounded so reasonable, until you got down to brass tacks.

Last Line of yesterday:

“Better than waiting, at least.”

Current Word Count:
3187

Words Yesterday:
1518

Par:
3000

Death Count:
~1
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First Line of yesterday:

“Hey, Emmett, grab me a beer while you’re-”

Last Line of yesterday:

“Why don’t we share the van?”

Current Word Count:
1669

Par:
1500

Words Yesterday:
1669

Death Count:
0
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My planned project for June 2014 Nano is going to be a series of short stories/a serial adventure story tentatively named Escape from Rochester.

Its tagline is "6,444,000,000 people are about to die. Raven cares about 31 of them."

And... yes, it's my practice-killing-characters-off story.

It's set in Fae Apoc, in Rochester, NY (probably), right in the middle of the apoc, and stars Raven, probably-a-Faded fae, and approx 62 of Raven's closest friends, associates, and chance-met strangers.

What I am looking for:
* 30 ways to die in the apoc
(slip out the back, Jack
Make a new plan, Stan
You don't need to be coy, Roy
Just get yourself free)

* 62 or so fae apoc characters, Faded, near-Faded, or human, with as much detail as you want to give me. Want to be a cameo in a story? Write that up. Want to kill off a version of someone you don't like in my story? Let me know!

* anything else!

* Oh Yeah: good gods for Rochester, NY
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The Last Line of my Camp Nano - “That was yours? Pretty freaking creepy.”

I got through, let's see: two almost-stories of Episodes, 25,788 words. And in Addergoole, 5 chapters and one interlude, including two double-length Hell Night Chapters - 14,921 words.

My Camp Nano total on my own numbers was 40,079 - on the validation, it was 100 words more. I'll take it!



This was not a particularly good Nano for me. I didn't ~finish~ anything, I outlined only passably, and I lost interest in my first project halfway through. I had a bunch of bad days and wrote far less regularly than I wanted to.

But! I got through it, I did a couple semi-marathon days, thanks in large part to @nanowordsprints on twitter, and I finished without modifying my goal!

Total April Word Count: 40,584 words.


On to May!
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First Line of Yesterday:

 “Let me go!”  She flailed and kicked, but she might as well have been fighting a statue.  The arms weren't moving. 

Last Line of Yesterday:

“The lot of us are going to have a little conversation.  Come now, Kailani, Conrad.  What was that all about?”

I wrote 1,362 words yesterday, bringing my total to 38,920.  Just need to write 1,080 words today and I'm donnnne! 

(With Camp Nano; def. not done with the project)

 

aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (campnano14)
First Line of Yesterday:

 “Emrys?”  She called out softly to him, hearing as she did so an uncertainty in her voice that she hadn’t put there on purpose.  

Last Line of Yesterday:

"I am not..." Arms like iron cords wrapped around her, one around her throat, the other around her waist, pulling her off the ground and bending her backwards.

2,549 words yesterday, bringing the total to 37,558.  Just 2,462 to go!! 



And I'm already figuring out my story for Camp Nano June...

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Yay, I've been lax about these posts.

So, First Line since the last time I posted was:
 “Good.”  The doctor dispensed a handful of pills into a bottle.  

Last line of last night:

Real life doesn’t work that way. But she was no longer sure that this was real life.

I wrote 3084 words yesterday, 0 words Saturday, 3,644 words Friday, and 627 words Thursday. 

I am now at a total of 35,009 words -  just under 5K to go, which is an average of 1,664 words for today, tomorrow, and Wednesday.  I can totally do this!
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 So, I decided to give in to my urge and start on Addergoole: Book Two, because Episodes just wasn't working. 

First line of yesterday: 

Previously in Addergoole:

The lift sank slowly into the barn floor, carrying the SUV with it.


Last line of Yesterday:

“I, ah, I’m glad you approve.”  Were adults supposed to act like this?

1866 words written, not up to need-to-catch-up goal but so much better than I'd been doing.
Bring me up to 27,654, for a daily average of 1202 (I could weight that for skip days if I wanted)

To get to 40K by the end of the month, I need to write an average of 1764 words a day, or 2469 words/weekday.

Here goes~
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I'm just not feeling Episodes, the  camp nano project I've been working on - I mean, I was having fun with it, I think I'll have fun with it again, but right now? No.  Not at all.

Options include:

* Keep trucking on it. (ick)
* Write "and other projects" and count all wordcount in April toward my 40K goal (Seems like cheating)
* call it a split month, as I've done before, and do 15K words on Addergoole: Book two complete rewrite (this is the one I'm leaning towards). 

Thoughts?
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First Line:
“Uh.” Ted swallowed again. “Okay, hold on before you do anything else. I need to go get the bigger gun.”

Last Line:
[Ted] had already learned to count down with his hands for Finder. His fingers tagged one, two, and on three they lifted the lid.

Up to 22235 words - I wrote 1834 words yesterday (goal 21,818).

Yay!
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First Line of Yesterday:

It was doing its best to look dignified. It was, of course, entirely failing. Nobody could look dignified on their butt in the mutt. mud.

Last line of yesterday:

Holly repeated the last signs - huge tiger. [Mentor] was glad that Ted was swallowing down obvious nerves - it distracted from his own probably-visible nerves.

I wrote 1,847 words yesterday, bringing my total to 20,401 words!

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