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NaMiFiWriMoFo #13

These things are getting complicated. Any other ideas floating around? Or a theme even?


A character is resigned throughout most of the story. During the story, a character misunderstands someone. The story must have an angel in it. The story takes place a century into the future. During the story, there is a fight to the death.




She knew she couldn't win. She'd taken some fencing at finishing school, but she was no warrior. She knew she was going to die. At least she'd die well, with honour and poise, as befit one of her station. As she wound the spring on her auto-shield, she looked to the centre of the courtyard, where the seconds were drawing a large circle in chalk.

Where the tall angel stood. Seven feet tall with wings as white as snow, Shestaeriel was a warrior, ageless and perfect. A veteran of the Changeling Wars, a paragon of the nano-fortified engineered race of Seraphim, created by the New Church during the Chaos.

Eva hadn't meant for this to happen. Her treatise on the moral ambiguity of the military policies of the New Church had been careful and well-researched; her fellow academics had lauded the work as brilliant and insightful. Shestaeriel didn't see it that way, though. The angel had no background in post-neo-structuralist theology or nano-gametic essentialist theory. When the warrior had turned up at the presentation demanding an explanation, Eva's attempts to clarify went... poorly. Shestaeriel took offense, and challenged Eva to a duel.

Eva tightened the buckles on her smartfibre bodice, lowered her goggles and took the lit plasma blade from her second. The old academic shook his head and whispered "I don't know how we came to this. Gods be with you, girl."

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poeticalpanther
Nov. 14th, 2007 03:37 pm (UTC)
Pick three people you see at random on your way to work. Put them in a stopped elevator for an hour together.
curgoth
Nov. 14th, 2007 04:05 pm (UTC)
This has me realising, unsettlingly, that I don't really see *anyone* between home and work, other than in the parking lot at work. No people, only cars...

I really miss taking the TTC every day.
poeticalpanther
Nov. 14th, 2007 04:19 pm (UTC)
You drive along no city streets? No one else waiting for a bus, as you stop at a light? :)
curgoth
Nov. 14th, 2007 04:29 pm (UTC)
Hrm. Not many people i see reliably enough to character sketch even for microfic, but I think I can come up with three...
poeticalpanther
Nov. 14th, 2007 04:31 pm (UTC)
So make it up, about someone who looks like them. They're undamaged; they're read-only. You make a paper doll, shaped like them, and make it dance. :)
poeticalpanther
Nov. 14th, 2007 03:39 pm (UTC)
And oof...who has dueling who doesn't also have rules that it's highly improper to challenge someone so clearly inferior physically to a physical duel? Shouldn't she have had choice of weapon? If she's smart, shouldn't she have picked something less...personal? I'm thinking maybe sniper rifles? :)

That said, I'm interested in the world and the characters, so there's some good stuff there. Tidied, it'd make a nice pull from the book for a back cover quote.
curgoth
Nov. 14th, 2007 04:02 pm (UTC)
My theory was that it had only been a century, and vast social, technological and genetic changes resulted in a lot of social rules that didn't make a lot of sense. I assumed a resurgence of some victorian patriarchal social pressure intermixed with the technological changes. So, while a man can't duel a woman, two women can duel. The code hadn't really adapted to the existance of post-human warriors, though, and this scene would have significant social implications on how society viewed this sort of thing. :)

I have a suspicion that I'll end up coming back to this ficton once or twice over the month.

Edited at 2007-11-14 04:17 pm (UTC)
olletho
Nov. 17th, 2007 04:04 am (UTC)
this might be a quickie....
what can you do with a map, an ocelot, and something hidden in petticoats?
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