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Post by mirandafan on Apr 18, 2007 0:23:57 GMT 9.5
I don't own this character. I don't know if anyone else has had this idea. Really, this is still in the works, but I wanted to post a bit, see if I'm doing any justice. I really love Mab stories, but I'm scared LOL ;D
With a glare into the rippling waters, a stone stumbled upward from the bank, as if thrown in reverse. Mab caught it in her grip, her fingers stroking its smooth surface. She smiled to herself, a tight lipped grin, that curled the corners of her dark lips. It had been a long time since she could display such simple power. Since she felt this serge of electricity vying though her. A long time since she’d been forgotten. But not anymore. Memories were stirred. Stories were told. Children were excepting these tales as truths, and believing in the characters. Believing in her. It had been a while since this began. Years. Decades. But soon goth came into high schools. Witches were reborn. Pagan beliefs began to form. People were practicing the old ways. The lake was empty. There was no lady for it. But Mab, dark and mystical as ever, stood at its current, reborn into the twenty-first century. And what a century this was for a wizard. How dull the human race had become. With the lack of imagination pulsing across countries, it would be in time that Mab would have her full reimbursement of power. No knights, or ladies. No jousting, or dragons. Only fairytales, and movies. She was beginning to wonder how the simple faith of some younger race could have been enough to will her back from nothingness. But never mind. She was here now.
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Post by EarlyBird on Apr 18, 2007 0:56:09 GMT 9.5
thats wicked:Dlovexxx
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Post by Tosca on Apr 18, 2007 1:59:53 GMT 9.5
OMG, I was so going to do something like this as a spoof - the only thing that sprang to my mind when I tried to envision Mab in the 21st century was utter chaos. ^^ It's gonna be great to see where yours is heading - that was such an evilly small snippet! *clamours for more* Update soon! Maybe you could include a covent of wailing Mab fangirls.... > See, I'd be utterly incapable of writing something like that without turning it into a goof! Oh, and this bit made me snigger... Mab: *presumably having witnessed the rivers of vrooming monsters billowing smoky fumes, the bizarre new dress sense, parades of shops, neon signs, the wonders of modern technology etc etc* Yeesh, this place is so dull! Class.
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Post by Incapability on Apr 18, 2007 2:08:12 GMT 9.5
This is great. Good writing. I'm curious to see more of it!!
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Post by himiko on Apr 18, 2007 2:56:14 GMT 9.5
Ah! Cool! A Mab-in-the-21st Century fic should certainly be cool, and it looks most promising! Well, technically, Tosca, if Mab has been reborn and stuck around near that lake, then she probably won't have seen many neon lights, parades of shops, etc. as said lake is situated in rural Wales Although there's nothing to say that she couldn't have gone on a trip into Swansea/Cardiff etc. Or to Shropshire *glee at being near to Wales, for once*
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Post by Tosca on Apr 18, 2007 3:01:48 GMT 9.5
Ah, but then how does she know about the movies?
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Post by himiko on Apr 18, 2007 3:08:04 GMT 9.5
Good point- perhaps she did visit Cardiff? Or Swansea
(Side note: The metal section in the Swansea HMV is of a truly magnificent size. That is all. *does not spend all her life attempting to locate the ideal metal section*)
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Post by Tosca on Apr 18, 2007 3:09:59 GMT 9.5
Hahah, it's not a bad life's ambition... if I could find a decent one I'd be more than slightly pleased with myself.
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Post by himiko on Apr 18, 2007 3:17:11 GMT 9.5
Well, the one in Shrewsbury isn't bad (not great either, but not bad), the one in Swansea is magnificent, the one in Lancaster rather less so, the one in York isn't bad, neither is the one in Cardiff, although swinging back to York for a second, they have a shop which sells exclusively metal CDs. I was down there for the weekend a little while ago, and I was in there for about an hour.
Has anyone else noticed, that what with this fic, most of the challenges and drabbles posted recently being about Mab, not to mention the fanart, icons, and of course, Mab's Wonderful Adventures/ Jim, Mab is sort of taking over the fanwork section.
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Post by Mab Rox on Apr 18, 2007 7:41:02 GMT 9.5
I'm very happy with that fact, actually. ;D
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Post by Mab Rox on Apr 18, 2007 7:41:22 GMT 9.5
And loved the fic. Twill be awesome to get more updates!
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Post by Tosca on Apr 18, 2007 15:45:13 GMT 9.5
Mab taking over only the fanwork section? o____________O That sounds wrong to me.
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Post by mirandafan on Apr 18, 2007 23:40:06 GMT 9.5
I have some idea where I'm going with this. But not much of one. Mab's just so much fun to read about. I hope fan fiction keep popping up!!
I hope I'm not going anywhere to dangerous with the character of Lillian. I promise, she's not a bad kid! It just kinda sounds like she will be, though.
Fitting in would be a problem at first. Mab found herself enthralled into a world so unlike that she’d left behind. Yes, neon lights stretched across buildings, crowds of people, pressing through on foot, and in cars. She saw all this in visions, against crystal rocks on the lakes banks. Her heart, if an immortal soul could have one, will have been pumping with fear. However, Mab refused to know such a thing. After all, she had come through her worst fear and triumphed. Wasn’t this ironic, Merlin? Dropping the rock back into the water, ripples emitting from its still surface, Mab withheld her joy. It was time to leave the protection of the lakes banks. Time start over. This time, who would stop her?
Lillian Summers slammed her door shut, tears in her eyes. Her mascara, dark, and much to heavy, turned into a drippy glob, stuck to the cheeks of her face. Her reflection, shimmering through the mirror on the backside of her bedroom door, mocked her. Lillian never saw herself as a pretty girl. She wasn’t thin enough. Tall enough. She wasn’t a blond, with blue eyes. She was small, dark, her hair was to long, and to plain. With a frustrated growl, she turned away from her reflection, and fell across her bed, only a few steps away from her door. She had done everything to cover herself up. To make herself invisible in class. Keeping her hair in her face, wearing baggy dark clothing. She had painted her nails blue, in membrane of a fable character she once herd of. Mab. Not many knew about her, though word was quickly spreading. Merlin, a wizard, was boring compared to the high mistresses displays of power in the old legends she was told all her life. Little believed these characters ever really existed. Lillian choose to believe in them though. Like all her friends. She dreamed of becoming them. Of taking revenge on those that outcast her in school with the ground breaking powers she would possess. Lillian cried harder, burying her face in her pillows. Things had gone wrong at school today. People had always teased her for her interest in black magic, voodoo dolls, tarot cards, and all. But since the world had started changing, becoming more dangerous, they became weary of her. Now she felt more alone, and more angry.
Anger was something Mab could connect to. She walked along the trees outside of Wales. Examining the skies, the green leaves that graced weaving branches overhead. Trying to repossess the feeling of being. That’s when she felt the all to familiar turning. The one emotion she could recall having felt with full fury. Her eyes narrowed, her foot falls stopped. The wind bellowed into her robes, and her long hair brushed her face. She did not push the strands from where they touched. She did not move at all. “Merlin?” Her own voice broke the silence she’d become so used to. But their was no answer to it. Of course not. Merlin, was dead. Long since gone of old age. But something of him remained.
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Post by Mab Rox on Apr 18, 2007 23:42:32 GMT 9.5
That was really good.
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Post by Incapability on Apr 19, 2007 1:13:33 GMT 9.5
that was so cool. I love it. Well done about introducing the OC as well, that's not easy, but you did great!
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