Drabble 104

Finished 1:00.

Raven was working out of town, and Blue had been left to his own devices in the cottage. It was only to be expected that it would be when Raven was not there to limit the damage that Blue would suddenly realise he could kill people quite effectively on horseback. He took one of Raven's spare swords from his room, got on his horse and rode into town, fully intending to find somebody worth killing. He didn't expect to get it right on the first attempt, but he was sure that with practise he would be able to master it.

Drabble 103

Finished 3:11.

Blue was spending more and more time outside with his new horse, something which still baffled and slightly irritated Raven. He had taken to sitting in the kitchen, suddenly finding it very difficult to concentrate on paperwork without Blue there trying to distract him, and starting drinking earlier each day. Even he had to admit that was probably an issue, which was why he was currently looking through a list of potential contracts, hoping that a job would help keep him occupied until Blue was ready to start causing carnage again and they could sink back into their old routine.

Drabble 102

Finished 5:22.

Blue found Raven the next morning asleep in his armchair, a couple of empty bottles at his feet. It took him a while to wake him up, and even longer for Raven to gain any sort of coherence. “You know, I'm starting to think you may actually have a drinking problem,” Blue told him.

“It was either get drunk or sit around doing nothing,” Raven snapped; “maybe if you'd bothered to cause some destruction for me it wouldn't have been an issue.”

“So now your sobriety depends on my insanity?” asked Blue. “Well that's more responsibility than I'm comfortable with.”

Drabble 101

 So, I have officially gone entirely post-modern on this thing. In case you couldn't tell, this thing was written entirely in wingdings. I'm not sure whether I deserve some sort of award for this or if I just deserve a slap.

Blogspot and Tumblr don't allow you to post in wingdings, so I had to take a screencap of it, then paste is into paint because LibreOffice was being a bitch and every time I tried to crop it there it still saved the uncropped version for some reason, then crop it in paint, past the new version back into LibreOffice so that I could save it as a Jpeg, then upload the photo into here. Yeah, this one was a bitch. And that's before you consider trying to avoid typos while typing in wingdings.

This is to celebrate have hit 100 drabbles, which I accomplished last night. I have no idea what I'm going to do for the next hundred.

Also, this was finished at about half past eleven of the evening, but I didn't check the time because I was trying to get it to actually work :P

 

And, because I'm nice like this, here is a version that isn't in wingdings, so that you can actually read it.

 

“What the hell is going on?” asked Blue, poking the letters with a stick. “Raven, why is the writing all funny?”

“Because the Author thought that it would be funny to write this one in Wingdings,” replied Raven.

“S/he did what now?” asked Blue. He crinkled his nose up, stepping away from the narration a little too quickly and nearly tripping over his feet. “Just ignore it,” Raven told him, “It's only the Author thinking s/he's smarter than s/he actually is. It'll be back to normal by tomorrow and then we can get on with the rest of our lives.

Drabble 100

Finished 5:40. This is number 100, for which I'm pretty sure I deserve a cookie.

Blue had exceeded his hour, and still hadn't been able to find anybody who's death wouldn’t inconvenience him. He eventually gave up entirely and returned to Raven's cottage, with no new murder to report. He threw himself down in the chair opposite Raven and rested his chin on the table. “You know,” he whined, stopping to blow a stray strand of hair out of his eyes, “I honestly just don't feel like killing anybody today.” Raven stared at him for a moment, then got up, walked over and placed the back of his hand on Blue's forehead, checking his temperature.

Drabble 99

Finished 5:48.

Blue was in town, actually following Raven's orders for once. For what may have been the first time in a long while he didn't really feel like killing people, he wasn't going to waste a free pass to murder on sheer principle. Unfortunately he couldn’t seem to find anybody who's untimely death wouldn’t inconvenience him in some way, since he needed the swordsmith for swords, the grocer for food, and the tavern staff to get him drunk. Blue was almost at the end of his hour when it finally occurred to him that people were in fact hiding from him.

Drabble 98

 I know, I said I'd get this one done early :( Finished at 5:33. Also, I've been leaning on my arm while typing this and think I may have trapped a nerve, so this is going to be fun.

Blue was back outside, riding his horse. It was pretty much all he had done for the last week, and while at first he had been grateful for the peace and quiet it was beginning to get a little dull without Blue burning down half of the village like he used to. He'd tried to sit and read, but after reading the same page for the fourth time he put his book down, went outside and pulled Blue off his horse. “You have one hour to kill somebody or I will,” he spat, shoving Blue towards the path into town.