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Glancing over at the others, Danae knew that this surprise party of sorts was not going to go over well with the guest of honor who had yet to arrive. After all, the sixteen-year-old had known Maxie the longest, beating out Timaeus by a few weeks and five posts. For a brief period of time it had just been herself and the woman who had brought everyone who was gathered here to life. Danae had the chance to pick apart Maxie’s brain as their writer tried to figure out hers and it was safe to say that the two of them were more alike than either cared to admit. Both were resistant change, stubborn as hell, and totally not a fan of surprises. Danae wasn’t even sure why she had agreed to help stage this intervention of sorts as she wasn’t sure if it was actually going to accomplish anything. At least it wouldn’t in November. Not when Maxie was so stressed out from the desire to reach fifty-thousand words.
However, even the Stravos girl had to admit that this was necessary. Maxie was going overboard with how much she wrote and honestly, it was getting more in the way than anything. Too much exposition, not enough action. Danae was tired of just sitting around, quite literally waiting to be sacrificed if that Song of Angry Men thread was anything to go on. The girl knew that if she actually wanted to not die in that thread she was going to have to do that thing Maxie liked to reference -- you know, that Big Brother quote from the guy with the pink hair. The one Maxie keeps hoping someone will one day make a gif of it. It was time for Danae and the others to take their fate into their own hands and do something about their wordy writer if they wanted to ever get anything done.
She might have had her doubts, but Danae recognized that this was needed. It wasn’t likely to work though and the girl couldn’t resist the nervous bubble rising up within her as she watched Hazael finish putting out the snacks that Maxie liked so much. However, before she could even get so much as a single word out, Danny could hear the sing-songy voice of her only other female counterpart quickly cut her off with one simple, harsh sentence that reminded Danae of why they were here.
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Maxie was not going to like this.
Glancing over at the others, Danae knew that this surprise party of sorts was not going to go over well with the guest of honor who had yet to arrive. After all, the sixteen-year-old had known Maxie the longest, beating out Timaeus by a few weeks and five posts. For a brief period of time it had just been herself and the woman who had brought everyone who was gathered here to life. Danae had the chance to pick apart Maxie’s brain as their writer tried to figure out hers and it was safe to say that the two of them were more alike than either cared to admit. Both were resistant change, stubborn as hell, and totally not a fan of surprises. Danae wasn’t even sure why she had agreed to help stage this intervention of sorts as she wasn’t sure if it was actually going to accomplish anything. At least it wouldn’t in November. Not when Maxie was so stressed out from the desire to reach fifty-thousand words.
However, even the Stravos girl had to admit that this was necessary. Maxie was going overboard with how much she wrote and honestly, it was getting more in the way than anything. Too much exposition, not enough action. Danae was tired of just sitting around, quite literally waiting to be sacrificed if that Song of Angry Men thread was anything to go on. The girl knew that if she actually wanted to not die in that thread she was going to have to do that thing Maxie liked to reference -- you know, that Big Brother quote from the guy with the pink hair. The one Maxie keeps hoping someone will one day make a gif of it. It was time for Danae and the others to take their fate into their own hands and do something about their wordy writer if they wanted to ever get anything done.
She might have had her doubts, but Danae recognized that this was needed. It wasn’t likely to work though and the girl couldn’t resist the nervous bubble rising up within her as she watched Hazael finish putting out the snacks that Maxie liked so much. However, before she could even get so much as a single word out, Danny could hear the sing-songy voice of her only other female counterpart quickly cut her off with one simple, harsh sentence that reminded Danae of why they were here.
Maxie was not going to like this.
Glancing over at the others, Danae knew that this surprise party of sorts was not going to go over well with the guest of honor who had yet to arrive. After all, the sixteen-year-old had known Maxie the longest, beating out Timaeus by a few weeks and five posts. For a brief period of time it had just been herself and the woman who had brought everyone who was gathered here to life. Danae had the chance to pick apart Maxie’s brain as their writer tried to figure out hers and it was safe to say that the two of them were more alike than either cared to admit. Both were resistant change, stubborn as hell, and totally not a fan of surprises. Danae wasn’t even sure why she had agreed to help stage this intervention of sorts as she wasn’t sure if it was actually going to accomplish anything. At least it wouldn’t in November. Not when Maxie was so stressed out from the desire to reach fifty-thousand words.
However, even the Stravos girl had to admit that this was necessary. Maxie was going overboard with how much she wrote and honestly, it was getting more in the way than anything. Too much exposition, not enough action. Danae was tired of just sitting around, quite literally waiting to be sacrificed if that Song of Angry Men thread was anything to go on. The girl knew that if she actually wanted to not die in that thread she was going to have to do that thing Maxie liked to reference -- you know, that Big Brother quote from the guy with the pink hair. The one Maxie keeps hoping someone will one day make a gif of it. It was time for Danae and the others to take their fate into their own hands and do something about their wordy writer if they wanted to ever get anything done.
She might have had her doubts, but Danae recognized that this was needed. It wasn’t likely to work though and the girl couldn’t resist the nervous bubble rising up within her as she watched Hazael finish putting out the snacks that Maxie liked so much. However, before she could even get so much as a single word out, Danny could hear the sing-songy voice of her only other female counterpart quickly cut her off with one simple, harsh sentence that reminded Danae of why they were here.
“Four hundred and fourteen. Too much.” The bitter annoyance was practically dripping within Arete’s tone as she sharply shut up the pompous little princess wannabe that was Danae.
Honestly, Arete wasn’t sure how Maxie could stand that girl and her whining. The Taengean had only been with this group for a few months and she had been more than ready to stab her own eardrums out at the first time she ahd heard Danae’s stupid voice. The girls couldn’t be more different if they tried. Where Arete was outgoing, Danae was closed off. One was a prude, the other a whore. However, the part that bothered Arete the most was that for all the talk Danae did, she also did a great deal of twiddling her thumbs when it came to her own fate. Arete was fairly certain that all of Danae’s issues would be solved if she got off her ass and actually did something about her predicament.
Which is what Arete had done once she saw that Maxie was dragging her feet on writing those five posts that this little strumpet still had to do. Maxie had a thousand different excuses for why she couldn’t be bothered to put on Retta’s big girl pants, but honestly? Arete wasn’t here for it. She might not have been here as long as the others, but she could see that Maxie was unhappy with how her word count was growing within her recent posts. It annoyed her how she couldn’t seem to shut up or cut back and Arete was fully intent on fixing that. No matter how it needed to happen. After all, didn’t she have a girl that needed to be pushed in one thread? Or what about Nikos waiting for her get down to business. Arete was not going to be patient for much longer, after all.
So, everything was going to have to be three hundred words or less. Not that Maxie would actually stick to it, of course. The girl was too damn wordy for her own good; but hey, if they were going to try to get her to cut down on her own words they might as well go all in. Make her do a baptism by fire as Maxie liked to say.
Fully content that this was going to work out in the end, Arete sauntered over to the couch and flopped down on it, curling up between the two men that Maxie seemed to favor so much, her eyes glancing up to that wretched dog boy, waiting to see what he would have to say on the matter…
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“Four hundred and fourteen. Too much.” The bitter annoyance was practically dripping within Arete’s tone as she sharply shut up the pompous little princess wannabe that was Danae.
Honestly, Arete wasn’t sure how Maxie could stand that girl and her whining. The Taengean had only been with this group for a few months and she had been more than ready to stab her own eardrums out at the first time she ahd heard Danae’s stupid voice. The girls couldn’t be more different if they tried. Where Arete was outgoing, Danae was closed off. One was a prude, the other a whore. However, the part that bothered Arete the most was that for all the talk Danae did, she also did a great deal of twiddling her thumbs when it came to her own fate. Arete was fairly certain that all of Danae’s issues would be solved if she got off her ass and actually did something about her predicament.
Which is what Arete had done once she saw that Maxie was dragging her feet on writing those five posts that this little strumpet still had to do. Maxie had a thousand different excuses for why she couldn’t be bothered to put on Retta’s big girl pants, but honestly? Arete wasn’t here for it. She might not have been here as long as the others, but she could see that Maxie was unhappy with how her word count was growing within her recent posts. It annoyed her how she couldn’t seem to shut up or cut back and Arete was fully intent on fixing that. No matter how it needed to happen. After all, didn’t she have a girl that needed to be pushed in one thread? Or what about Nikos waiting for her get down to business. Arete was not going to be patient for much longer, after all.
So, everything was going to have to be three hundred words or less. Not that Maxie would actually stick to it, of course. The girl was too damn wordy for her own good; but hey, if they were going to try to get her to cut down on her own words they might as well go all in. Make her do a baptism by fire as Maxie liked to say.
Fully content that this was going to work out in the end, Arete sauntered over to the couch and flopped down on it, curling up between the two men that Maxie seemed to favor so much, her eyes glancing up to that wretched dog boy, waiting to see what he would have to say on the matter…
“Four hundred and fourteen. Too much.” The bitter annoyance was practically dripping within Arete’s tone as she sharply shut up the pompous little princess wannabe that was Danae.
Honestly, Arete wasn’t sure how Maxie could stand that girl and her whining. The Taengean had only been with this group for a few months and she had been more than ready to stab her own eardrums out at the first time she ahd heard Danae’s stupid voice. The girls couldn’t be more different if they tried. Where Arete was outgoing, Danae was closed off. One was a prude, the other a whore. However, the part that bothered Arete the most was that for all the talk Danae did, she also did a great deal of twiddling her thumbs when it came to her own fate. Arete was fairly certain that all of Danae’s issues would be solved if she got off her ass and actually did something about her predicament.
Which is what Arete had done once she saw that Maxie was dragging her feet on writing those five posts that this little strumpet still had to do. Maxie had a thousand different excuses for why she couldn’t be bothered to put on Retta’s big girl pants, but honestly? Arete wasn’t here for it. She might not have been here as long as the others, but she could see that Maxie was unhappy with how her word count was growing within her recent posts. It annoyed her how she couldn’t seem to shut up or cut back and Arete was fully intent on fixing that. No matter how it needed to happen. After all, didn’t she have a girl that needed to be pushed in one thread? Or what about Nikos waiting for her get down to business. Arete was not going to be patient for much longer, after all.
So, everything was going to have to be three hundred words or less. Not that Maxie would actually stick to it, of course. The girl was too damn wordy for her own good; but hey, if they were going to try to get her to cut down on her own words they might as well go all in. Make her do a baptism by fire as Maxie liked to say.
Fully content that this was going to work out in the end, Arete sauntered over to the couch and flopped down on it, curling up between the two men that Maxie seemed to favor so much, her eyes glancing up to that wretched dog boy, waiting to see what he would have to say on the matter…
“Four hundred and thirty-eight. You said more than Danae.” Hazael muttered as he shook his head, completely unsurprised that Arete couldn’t get Maxie to cut down on her words. Having been cut from the same character tropes that had inspired Danae, Haz had her pessimism about the situation at hand. He might have been the third character that Maxie had made for Aeiapthy, but he knew her well from her past adventures elsewhere. Hazael had been a prince, a werewolf, a vampire, and a demigod just to name a few of his past iterations. He was just as familiar with Maxie as she was with him. He could tell that even though Maxie was going to try her best to keep to this silly word count, she was probably going to go over the limit everytime.
That’s just what Maxie did.
He was endlessly proud of her though. He could remember when she had been struggling to string together paragraphs that were more than five lines long. That had been a rough time for Maxie. She hadn’t been in the right community for her during those days -- everyone was so much older than her and could write so much more than she could ever dream to do. That was why he had been so proud of her during those nights that she had really pushed herself to get past that barrier and learn how to get into their heads. He, as James, had cheered her on and had encouraged her by revealing more about himself with every long post that she had done. He had thought he had been doing the right thing as it had made her so happy. Now, it was holding her back.
He may have had his doubts about it working, but he was going to try anyways as he wanted to see her be happy like that again. If that stupid job of hers left enough of her soul to let that happen. Glancing up at the Bastard Prince, Haz waited for him to throw his own thoughts into the ring as he would certainly have a thing or two to say as he was in the same boat as Arete.
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“Four hundred and thirty-eight. You said more than Danae.” Hazael muttered as he shook his head, completely unsurprised that Arete couldn’t get Maxie to cut down on her words. Having been cut from the same character tropes that had inspired Danae, Haz had her pessimism about the situation at hand. He might have been the third character that Maxie had made for Aeiapthy, but he knew her well from her past adventures elsewhere. Hazael had been a prince, a werewolf, a vampire, and a demigod just to name a few of his past iterations. He was just as familiar with Maxie as she was with him. He could tell that even though Maxie was going to try her best to keep to this silly word count, she was probably going to go over the limit everytime.
That’s just what Maxie did.
He was endlessly proud of her though. He could remember when she had been struggling to string together paragraphs that were more than five lines long. That had been a rough time for Maxie. She hadn’t been in the right community for her during those days -- everyone was so much older than her and could write so much more than she could ever dream to do. That was why he had been so proud of her during those nights that she had really pushed herself to get past that barrier and learn how to get into their heads. He, as James, had cheered her on and had encouraged her by revealing more about himself with every long post that she had done. He had thought he had been doing the right thing as it had made her so happy. Now, it was holding her back.
He may have had his doubts about it working, but he was going to try anyways as he wanted to see her be happy like that again. If that stupid job of hers left enough of her soul to let that happen. Glancing up at the Bastard Prince, Haz waited for him to throw his own thoughts into the ring as he would certainly have a thing or two to say as he was in the same boat as Arete.
“Four hundred and thirty-eight. You said more than Danae.” Hazael muttered as he shook his head, completely unsurprised that Arete couldn’t get Maxie to cut down on her words. Having been cut from the same character tropes that had inspired Danae, Haz had her pessimism about the situation at hand. He might have been the third character that Maxie had made for Aeiapthy, but he knew her well from her past adventures elsewhere. Hazael had been a prince, a werewolf, a vampire, and a demigod just to name a few of his past iterations. He was just as familiar with Maxie as she was with him. He could tell that even though Maxie was going to try her best to keep to this silly word count, she was probably going to go over the limit everytime.
That’s just what Maxie did.
He was endlessly proud of her though. He could remember when she had been struggling to string together paragraphs that were more than five lines long. That had been a rough time for Maxie. She hadn’t been in the right community for her during those days -- everyone was so much older than her and could write so much more than she could ever dream to do. That was why he had been so proud of her during those nights that she had really pushed herself to get past that barrier and learn how to get into their heads. He, as James, had cheered her on and had encouraged her by revealing more about himself with every long post that she had done. He had thought he had been doing the right thing as it had made her so happy. Now, it was holding her back.
He may have had his doubts about it working, but he was going to try anyways as he wanted to see her be happy like that again. If that stupid job of hers left enough of her soul to let that happen. Glancing up at the Bastard Prince, Haz waited for him to throw his own thoughts into the ring as he would certainly have a thing or two to say as he was in the same boat as Arete.
“Three hundred and sixty-eight. Now we’re getting somewhere.” Sutekh muttered as he knew that his turn to speak had come. In truth, the Bastard Prince didn’t know what he could add to the conversation at hand. He did not know Maxie well enough to throw his opinion into the ring, just as she did not quite know him yet. They were both mysterious engimas to each other, unsure of what it was going to take to crack that last barrier that would allow each other to pick apart their minds.
Sutekh didn’t know what was holding Maxie back from understanding him as well as she had figured out the other four that were now gathered around him. Though, Sutekh had to suppose that he wasn’t exactly like the others, now was he? Timaeus was her baby. She would never have any issues with figuring out what made him tick as she loved her knight in shining armor characters. Hazael had been with her since the beginning. Danae practically was Maxie with all her anger issues. And Arete? Well, Sutekh was not going to be bold enough to claim that she was similar to Maxie, but the girl curled up into his side (without asking first) was dumber than a bag of rocks. Anyone could pick her mind apart and understand it, especially someone who was as wordy as Maxie could be.
Shrugging the whore off of his arm, Sutekh tried to consider what it was going to take for Maxie to know him as well as the others. She knew that there were parts of him that she didn’t understand. She didn’t get what set him off like the others or what he was really after -- maybe he should focus on that more? Sutekh didn’t know. His eyes drifted over to his Colchian counterpart. Maxie adored Timaeus. If there was anyone in this room that could solve all these issues, it was definitely him.
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“Three hundred and sixty-eight. Now we’re getting somewhere.” Sutekh muttered as he knew that his turn to speak had come. In truth, the Bastard Prince didn’t know what he could add to the conversation at hand. He did not know Maxie well enough to throw his opinion into the ring, just as she did not quite know him yet. They were both mysterious engimas to each other, unsure of what it was going to take to crack that last barrier that would allow each other to pick apart their minds.
Sutekh didn’t know what was holding Maxie back from understanding him as well as she had figured out the other four that were now gathered around him. Though, Sutekh had to suppose that he wasn’t exactly like the others, now was he? Timaeus was her baby. She would never have any issues with figuring out what made him tick as she loved her knight in shining armor characters. Hazael had been with her since the beginning. Danae practically was Maxie with all her anger issues. And Arete? Well, Sutekh was not going to be bold enough to claim that she was similar to Maxie, but the girl curled up into his side (without asking first) was dumber than a bag of rocks. Anyone could pick her mind apart and understand it, especially someone who was as wordy as Maxie could be.
Shrugging the whore off of his arm, Sutekh tried to consider what it was going to take for Maxie to know him as well as the others. She knew that there were parts of him that she didn’t understand. She didn’t get what set him off like the others or what he was really after -- maybe he should focus on that more? Sutekh didn’t know. His eyes drifted over to his Colchian counterpart. Maxie adored Timaeus. If there was anyone in this room that could solve all these issues, it was definitely him.
“Three hundred and sixty-eight. Now we’re getting somewhere.” Sutekh muttered as he knew that his turn to speak had come. In truth, the Bastard Prince didn’t know what he could add to the conversation at hand. He did not know Maxie well enough to throw his opinion into the ring, just as she did not quite know him yet. They were both mysterious engimas to each other, unsure of what it was going to take to crack that last barrier that would allow each other to pick apart their minds.
Sutekh didn’t know what was holding Maxie back from understanding him as well as she had figured out the other four that were now gathered around him. Though, Sutekh had to suppose that he wasn’t exactly like the others, now was he? Timaeus was her baby. She would never have any issues with figuring out what made him tick as she loved her knight in shining armor characters. Hazael had been with her since the beginning. Danae practically was Maxie with all her anger issues. And Arete? Well, Sutekh was not going to be bold enough to claim that she was similar to Maxie, but the girl curled up into his side (without asking first) was dumber than a bag of rocks. Anyone could pick her mind apart and understand it, especially someone who was as wordy as Maxie could be.
Shrugging the whore off of his arm, Sutekh tried to consider what it was going to take for Maxie to know him as well as the others. She knew that there were parts of him that she didn’t understand. She didn’t get what set him off like the others or what he was really after -- maybe he should focus on that more? Sutekh didn’t know. His eyes drifted over to his Colchian counterpart. Maxie adored Timaeus. If there was anyone in this room that could solve all these issues, it was definitely him.
“Three hundred and twenty-eight. Almost there.” The gruff voice murmured as he glanced around at the others, uncomfortable with the way they all looked at him to guide them through this weird meeting.
It was no secret Maxie favored him. He couldn’t fathom why he was the golden child out of this bunch as he knew that he was not nearly as interesting as Danae or Sutekh. However, it wasn’t as if he was going to convince her to stop looking at him whenever she wasn’t sure what to write. The others might have thought that he held the most sway over Maxie, but the truth of the matter was he was merely along for the ride. Plus he quite enjoyed all the interesting situations that Maxie launched him into -- sometimes quite literally.
In truth, he didn’t have much of a problem with how wordy Maxie could be. Not when he knew that it made her happy taking the reigns from him. Plus it also didn’t hurt that he didn’t have to deal with the same problems that the others had to face whenever Maxie hit one of her lows and thought that maybe she would be better off dropping one of the members of this little hodge-podge family. Not that she was really ever going to do that anyways. Maxie would never be keen on a change like that. He knew her well enough to know that she loved all of them, even if she didn’t have the easiest time showing it.
Timaeus swallowed nervously as he felt Arete shift away from Sutekh and try to cozy up to him instead. He had half the mind to shake her off as well, but the young man didn’t dare. After all, Arete might be a whore, but she had Maxie’s fiestiness within her. He wasn’t going to tempt that fire into coming out. Not when they needed to keep things civil for Maxie’s sake. The last thing she needed was the whole lot of them fighting.
Glancing at the clock, Timaeus knew that he was going to be the last chance for Maxie to get under three hundred words like she wanted to. But that was unlikely going to happen as he had already gone over his limit. Sighing in defeat, Timaeus stood up from the couch and called over his shoulder as he went off to go find some wine that Maxie couldn’t drink, “Four hundred and eighteen. Better luck next time everybody.”
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“Three hundred and twenty-eight. Almost there.” The gruff voice murmured as he glanced around at the others, uncomfortable with the way they all looked at him to guide them through this weird meeting.
It was no secret Maxie favored him. He couldn’t fathom why he was the golden child out of this bunch as he knew that he was not nearly as interesting as Danae or Sutekh. However, it wasn’t as if he was going to convince her to stop looking at him whenever she wasn’t sure what to write. The others might have thought that he held the most sway over Maxie, but the truth of the matter was he was merely along for the ride. Plus he quite enjoyed all the interesting situations that Maxie launched him into -- sometimes quite literally.
In truth, he didn’t have much of a problem with how wordy Maxie could be. Not when he knew that it made her happy taking the reigns from him. Plus it also didn’t hurt that he didn’t have to deal with the same problems that the others had to face whenever Maxie hit one of her lows and thought that maybe she would be better off dropping one of the members of this little hodge-podge family. Not that she was really ever going to do that anyways. Maxie would never be keen on a change like that. He knew her well enough to know that she loved all of them, even if she didn’t have the easiest time showing it.
Timaeus swallowed nervously as he felt Arete shift away from Sutekh and try to cozy up to him instead. He had half the mind to shake her off as well, but the young man didn’t dare. After all, Arete might be a whore, but she had Maxie’s fiestiness within her. He wasn’t going to tempt that fire into coming out. Not when they needed to keep things civil for Maxie’s sake. The last thing she needed was the whole lot of them fighting.
Glancing at the clock, Timaeus knew that he was going to be the last chance for Maxie to get under three hundred words like she wanted to. But that was unlikely going to happen as he had already gone over his limit. Sighing in defeat, Timaeus stood up from the couch and called over his shoulder as he went off to go find some wine that Maxie couldn’t drink, “Four hundred and eighteen. Better luck next time everybody.”
“Three hundred and twenty-eight. Almost there.” The gruff voice murmured as he glanced around at the others, uncomfortable with the way they all looked at him to guide them through this weird meeting.
It was no secret Maxie favored him. He couldn’t fathom why he was the golden child out of this bunch as he knew that he was not nearly as interesting as Danae or Sutekh. However, it wasn’t as if he was going to convince her to stop looking at him whenever she wasn’t sure what to write. The others might have thought that he held the most sway over Maxie, but the truth of the matter was he was merely along for the ride. Plus he quite enjoyed all the interesting situations that Maxie launched him into -- sometimes quite literally.
In truth, he didn’t have much of a problem with how wordy Maxie could be. Not when he knew that it made her happy taking the reigns from him. Plus it also didn’t hurt that he didn’t have to deal with the same problems that the others had to face whenever Maxie hit one of her lows and thought that maybe she would be better off dropping one of the members of this little hodge-podge family. Not that she was really ever going to do that anyways. Maxie would never be keen on a change like that. He knew her well enough to know that she loved all of them, even if she didn’t have the easiest time showing it.
Timaeus swallowed nervously as he felt Arete shift away from Sutekh and try to cozy up to him instead. He had half the mind to shake her off as well, but the young man didn’t dare. After all, Arete might be a whore, but she had Maxie’s fiestiness within her. He wasn’t going to tempt that fire into coming out. Not when they needed to keep things civil for Maxie’s sake. The last thing she needed was the whole lot of them fighting.
Glancing at the clock, Timaeus knew that he was going to be the last chance for Maxie to get under three hundred words like she wanted to. But that was unlikely going to happen as he had already gone over his limit. Sighing in defeat, Timaeus stood up from the couch and called over his shoulder as he went off to go find some wine that Maxie couldn’t drink, “Four hundred and eighteen. Better luck next time everybody.”
