Poll-Like Thing!

[cat_77]

In which Cat discovers no one actually reads this journal and she has been talking to herself all this time!

There are way too many unfinished fics laying around on my hard drive right now, but I can’t decide which one(s) to go after and try to finish. Help?

Please note all titles are rough drafts and may be subject to change with the final story.

Also note that I chose "Other" for myself, figuring I'll probably get distracted and write a small(er) something, but will try to focus on one of these as well.

[Poll #1210283]

Comments

other

[(Anonymous)]

that original fic you told me about. I'm sure others here want to see it. How's about it, "others"?
- me

Re: other

[cat-77.livejournal.com]

I thought that was the one not to be posted to LJ in hopes of someday, in the far, far, future doing this, that, and the other thing with it...

Long series story short:
Society within a society much like our own, set in near future, chicks kicking ass, big bads doing a hell of a lot of damage as said chicks try to take them down, more than slight metaphysical aspects as well. For those who know bits and pieces, it's the Kominov series.

[drag-on-king.livejournal.com]

I want to read or at least hear more of the Original Fic... I remember a lot of what you used to tell me. Darn it I want more!

*taps fingers on desk*

Well?

[cat-77.livejournal.com]

Michael leaned back on the bench, propping himself against the wall as he watched Miri spar with AJ. The difference in size alone made it an entertaining pastime, not that he was stupid enough to mention it. Miriam’s pale skin, brilliant red hair, and diminutive size against AJ’s darkness and bulk blurred together into a sort of visual yin and yang of violence. Miri dodged a blow, tucking in one of her own that sent the larger man momentarily flailing until he got his feet under him enough to nearly knock them both to the mat.

“Who’s your money on?” he asked the woman at his side, eyes briefly leaving the action.

Khary chuckled and blatantly stole his water bottle, taking a swig before replying, “Same as always, you know that.” She flipped her dark hair over her shoulder and settled in beside him, using their gym bag as a makeshift footrest as she got comfortable, clearly planning on being there a while.

He smiled, expecting no less. Movement to the side caught his attention and he watched as Morgan shoved a gawking newbie out of the way to get a better view. She flashed him a five and pointed at the redhead. He nodded, taking the wager. There were a lot of new recruits in the gym today, and their team stood to make a pretty penny off their stupidity and misconceptions. They’d split it with AJ, of course, but the grunts didn’t need to know that.

“You know she only wins because she fights dirty, right?” he mused. As if to prove his words, a blade appeared in Miri’s hand, signaling the start of the next round.

“Pretty much, yeah,” Khary agreed with a grin.

Both knew Miri would never do anything to actually harm AJ, at least not anything permanent. They also both knew AJ had a blade of his own to counter hers; he had just been waiting for her to pull hers out first. Sure enough, the next swipe had a metallic tang to it as steel struck steel.

He opened his mouth to comment further, but was stopped when Kharynna sat slightly more upright and unclipped her own blade with a shake of her head. “Aje!” she shouted, chucking the knife into the fray. He caught it easily enough, bringing it up just as Miri’s second knife edged perilously close. With a nodded thanks, he continued, ignoring the smaller woman’s pout of, “Spoil sport!”

“Thought you liked it when she broke the rules,” Michael commented above the increasing murmur of the crowd.

“I do,” she insisted, getting settled once again. “But there’s a difference between breaking the rules and committing a criminal offense. Even Aje shouldn’t go up against a Genae with both blades, at least not without two of his own.”

Michael considered that for a moment before nodding, trusting it as sound advice. He still didn’t know much about the Genae’s role in Kominov society, but he knew Miri well enough to know she could kick the ass of most people blindfolded, as possibly without breaking a sweat. He’d seen her in action enough times to know what she was capable of, and the same held true with AJ. It was the only reason the two of them were allowed to do this in the first place; anyone else going against either of them would have been toast by now.

“Why doesn’t someone stop this?” a rather frantic young recruit asked in a panicked voice.

Michael looked up at him, taking note of the name and the face, and praying he was never paired with his team. “Because the General’s got fifty hanging it?” he guessed mildly, ignoring Khary’s stifled laugh.

The man sputtered for a moment before storming away. “Fifty?” she asked doubtfully.

“I told him AJ stole the last of her chocolate stash,” he explained. With a grin, he added, “Told her the same thing.”

Khary turned back to watch the fight just as Miriam knocked AJ down once more, waiting for him to get up just so she could do it again. “Well,” she mused. “That certainly explains her enthusiasm.”