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Mikkel

Prison camp…Oswald…

No!

“Ah, yes.” Mikkel accepted Ruler’s handshake. “Private Mikkel Winston, King’s Mariner 2nd division, Sir.”

Stop saying that.

“Many apologies, Lieutenant, sir.”

Fiddles.

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Wowsers. That’s more songs than I can find for all my characters.

Maybe I should actually look about more. =}

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Mikkel

The gun lay still for a moment before anyone moved.

“Ah! You chaps know each other?” The safety clicked on Mikkel’s rifle. “Are you part of the Uppity Servicemen too? I feel more a stranger each moment.” Mikkel bowed, ignoring Ezra’s death glare.

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Mikkel

“Ally or enemy?” The soldier demanded in Algermain, then in the common tongue.

Mikkel switched languages.

“Ally of whom? I’m a soldier of the Pact, if that’s what you want.”

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OH MY WORD! I JUST REMEMBERED, MIKKEL KNOWS GERMAN! It’s part of a weird culture swap in my books, but then, it may be wise for him to start talking. Although I’d kinda like to spook Ezra. Mikkel does have a pretty awful accent in it though.

Mikkel

Mikkel switched the safety off his firearm, as Ezra located the door. The…[Read more]

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Yayyy! I’m so glad you like it! It’s definitely both my favorite and my least favorite part of the tale.

Ugh, yes! XD You are so cruel!

Keep it up! XD

But it’s not like we really enjoy killing off these characters; it’s just that we love the story element to it and how these deaths build character. And yes, realistic…[Read more]

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Hmmm…if you want to go ahead and and throw him in, I’m game! (I honestly realize it untill now. Not like this)

Mikkel

“What are you two laughing about?”

Mikkel tuned around, one hand massaging his left hip. “Forgive my stupidity. I do not attend: what were we speaking of?”

He shifted his rifle strap, easing the weight to his leg.

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Mikkel

Let them think you had been completely open. Don’t let anyone see inside your head.

Anyone.

Your too far gone for that.

Mikkel smiled back, “Every fault is our fault. We broke this world.”

He turned to one of the windows, hiding the ghosts in his face.

“And it breaks us.”

Yoshua? And Richard.

And the fourteen…[Read more]

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YES! This is Mikkel’s sister, (and the only one on the planet allowed to call him Mike).

I know!!!  I was writing that and was like ‘WHY DO I DO THIS TO ME?!’

So, I know I haven’t talked much about this dear, but that’s mostly because she’s a side character.

This scene may in all probability never make it to the final document, but seriously y’all, it makes me want to cry (especially as I know what’s going on with Mikkel right now).

(She is not praying to her dad. That’s is what she calls God, as she…[Read more]

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Thank you! I do too, although like I said, I didn’t originally think of Winifrith as having flame red and midnight black, it really does fit. Her biggest theme is faithfulness in trial.

I can’t say that I recognize many of the songs on your list, but judging from the titles, they fit PERFECTLY! (I do recognize some of the…[Read more]

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Hello! I have returned! (After lurking about here silently enjoying everyone’s spoilers) I love them all, especially November and Corvina’s.

Now I mean to tell mine own.

*Deep breath*

OKAY Y’ALL, I HAVE TO TELL THIS!!

VIKTOR AND THE SIBLINGS HAVE A FIRST COUSIN!!! For now he will…[Read more]

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Mikkel

Ezra had plenty of wounds too. He had known it, somehow, but surely it wasn’t right to dump one’s problems onto someone already grieving.

Mikkel sighed and stood up, his left leg stiff from sitting too long. “I don’t think a way out will be available at…” He checked his watch again. “Two thirty-eight at night. Not if…[Read more]

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Mikkel

Mikkel leaned back against the wall behind him. Why would someone willingly listen to the garbled wounds of a soldier, then ask for more? How long had he been talking?

What’s the time?

Mikkel dug his pocket watch out, before declaring, “Two thirty-five. Lovely time to be up at, don’t you think?” He closed the silver…[Read more]

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One of my old WIPs was about some Irish and Jewish families during the civil war. It was set in the Piney Woods of East Texas, where I’ve grown up. It was waayyy too complicated for my writing experience at the time, but I may pick it back up someday.

But probably not.

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That’s fine! It actually flows quite a bit smoother now. =)

Mikkel

“Anything else?” Mikkel’s head came up, memories swelling around him. His voice heavy. “There’s always everything else. There are no young men in the kingdom.”

If it would just stop…

“Better are the dead who have sorrow no more, I suppose.” He turned enough…[Read more]

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Oops, I left off the next part. Do you want me to stick it in? If you’ve started one don’t worry about it, I’ll work it in.

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“I suppose.” Mikkel slid down the wall, where he could rest his head on his knees.

“My father died in the first generation of this war. My mother was poisoned at a munitions plant. I have a sister.” Mikkel smiled faintly, “she never knew our father, or peace. I didn’t want to go, but when one generation is killed, the next must…[Read more]

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A beautiful castle hall, decorated much like his home manor before the war. Mikkel stood near a raised dias, vague memories of his father, strong and laughing, carrying a protesting Mam to dinner. Of Mam herself, queen of her table, always a smile in her eyes.

Then the poster, asking for men.

Mikkel sighed, and leaned against…[Read more]