8th & 9th November
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Yesterday doesn't get a post, because I only wrote 500 words and spent my whole day basically relaxing. Hey, it's practically tradition to do that after you hit 50k.
Today I was back into writing again, 4,088 words written, which isn't as much as I've been writing lately but I think maybe 3k a day is a good goal to aim for, as a minimum.
I'm too tired to post anything else.
But, here's an excerpt for your viewing pleasure:
There were eight women, as I had already discovered, each of them dressed from head to foot in black except for one band of white around their faces. Their clothes, while relatively loose fitting, were cleverly put together and stuck well to the form so that there was optimal movement. The material, which at first I had assumed to be some kind of leather, was actually cotton, and by the looks of it in this harsh light it appeared to be hand-spun. Each one of them was stood in a different pose, arms and legs raised in position for battle or hand-to-hand combat.
Nunjas. There was no other way I could think to describe them, and even now I can only remember their resemblance to both Nuns and Ninjas, equally fiercesome and loveably religious. To be honest, when confronted with a sight like that, I didn’t know what to think. I snuck a glance over to Olive and found her reaction to be almost identical to my own. Her eyes were wide in shock, but it looked like she was amused to a certain degree as well, despite the fear.
“Well,” I said snidely, finding myself incredibly less scared than before. “What have we here? Ninja nuns? Isn’t that against your following, ladies? I’m sure the Lady Aeve-”
“Shut it, you,” one of the women snapped. She was the tallest, the one with the most weathered face, and I assumed that she was the one to have spoken before. Three of the others nodded with their leader, the older ones, and the rest stayed completely impatial to our discussion, their eyes fixed on the wall directly above our heads.
“I think I have the right to know what this physical assault is the consequence of,” I said in a mockingly pained manner. “You’ve tied me to bed for goodness sake.”
There was a silence as the superior nunja thought this over, and then she nodded. “You know what this is about,” she answered by way of explanation. I simply shook my head.
“No, I believe you’re very much mistaken. I have no idea what I’ve done to deserve such wonderful treatment.” For the moment I was maintaining my calm relatively well, but already I could feel my levels of anger begin to rise. If these women didn’t let me go pretty soon, I might well explode. I knew this from experience.
“Miss Daniella Park and her loyal lover Sofia Jem,” the youngest of the nunjas announced. She took a step forward in military style before speaking. “You have been charged with illicit activities behind the back of the Church of our Lady Aeve. This is seditious and unlawful, as well as being physically and morally wrong.” Her speech was rehearsed, and made her seem younger than she probably was. I couldn’t give a more accurate age for the habit that she wore in her ninja style.
“I have perfectly no idea what you’re talking about,” I said, my voice growing thin. “I think you’d better leave. Now.”
Words written today: 4,088
Wordcount: 54,163.
Yesterday doesn't get a post, because I only wrote 500 words and spent my whole day basically relaxing. Hey, it's practically tradition to do that after you hit 50k.
Today I was back into writing again, 4,088 words written, which isn't as much as I've been writing lately but I think maybe 3k a day is a good goal to aim for, as a minimum.
I'm too tired to post anything else.
But, here's an excerpt for your viewing pleasure:
There were eight women, as I had already discovered, each of them dressed from head to foot in black except for one band of white around their faces. Their clothes, while relatively loose fitting, were cleverly put together and stuck well to the form so that there was optimal movement. The material, which at first I had assumed to be some kind of leather, was actually cotton, and by the looks of it in this harsh light it appeared to be hand-spun. Each one of them was stood in a different pose, arms and legs raised in position for battle or hand-to-hand combat.
Nunjas. There was no other way I could think to describe them, and even now I can only remember their resemblance to both Nuns and Ninjas, equally fiercesome and loveably religious. To be honest, when confronted with a sight like that, I didn’t know what to think. I snuck a glance over to Olive and found her reaction to be almost identical to my own. Her eyes were wide in shock, but it looked like she was amused to a certain degree as well, despite the fear.
“Well,” I said snidely, finding myself incredibly less scared than before. “What have we here? Ninja nuns? Isn’t that against your following, ladies? I’m sure the Lady Aeve-”
“Shut it, you,” one of the women snapped. She was the tallest, the one with the most weathered face, and I assumed that she was the one to have spoken before. Three of the others nodded with their leader, the older ones, and the rest stayed completely impatial to our discussion, their eyes fixed on the wall directly above our heads.
“I think I have the right to know what this physical assault is the consequence of,” I said in a mockingly pained manner. “You’ve tied me to bed for goodness sake.”
There was a silence as the superior nunja thought this over, and then she nodded. “You know what this is about,” she answered by way of explanation. I simply shook my head.
“No, I believe you’re very much mistaken. I have no idea what I’ve done to deserve such wonderful treatment.” For the moment I was maintaining my calm relatively well, but already I could feel my levels of anger begin to rise. If these women didn’t let me go pretty soon, I might well explode. I knew this from experience.
“Miss Daniella Park and her loyal lover Sofia Jem,” the youngest of the nunjas announced. She took a step forward in military style before speaking. “You have been charged with illicit activities behind the back of the Church of our Lady Aeve. This is seditious and unlawful, as well as being physically and morally wrong.” Her speech was rehearsed, and made her seem younger than she probably was. I couldn’t give a more accurate age for the habit that she wore in her ninja style.
“I have perfectly no idea what you’re talking about,” I said, my voice growing thin. “I think you’d better leave. Now.”
Words written today: 4,088
Wordcount: 54,163.
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