Challenge 117 - Lost In Translation
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tthdrabblesTitle: Welcome to...
Word Count: 200
Fandom: BtVS/LotR
Challenge: #117 - Lost In Translation
Disclaimer: I didn't create the characters, I'm just playing with them.
As they took in their surroundings- and the other beings occupying those surroundings- the Scoobies had but one collective thought: this was NOT where they meant to be. Surprised or not, they swung into action like a well-oiled machine.
“Not that I mind a good melee, Red,” Faith managed to gasp in between opponents, “but just what the hell is going on? I thought we were supposed to be going to a peace conference.”
“Yeah, Wills,” Buffy chimed in, dispatching another demon with a single thrust and then whirling to deal with one who was too close to her sister for comfort. “This? Not very peaceable. Also, not very Londony.”
“Um…”
“Out with it, best bud o’ mine,” Xander said, recognizing the signs even as he dealt a lethal blow to something that had just tried to bite him.
“I think my transcription of the spell may have gotten mixed up with Andrew’s translation of Tolkien’s runes.”
“Meaning what, Willow?” Dawn demanded.
“I think instead of transporting us to London, I transported us to the Dark Lord’s lair.”
“So you’re saying-“
“Yeah. Welcome to Mordor.”
“Mordor like one does not simply walk into?” Xander yelped.
“Well, we didn’t exactly walk...”
Title: The Almost Right Word
Word Count: 100
Fandom: BtVS/Sherlock
Challenge: #117 - Lost In Translation
Disclaimer: I didn't create the characters, I'm just playing with them.
Dawn tried not to glare. John was right, the blame had to be divided equally here. Sherlock was not infallible, even in matters of pharmacology. From now on, she’d ask her other upstairs neighbor about headache cures.
But that still didn’t change the fact that she’d come very close to blowing up half of London. It was just lucky that she’d thought to double check the translation she’d done in her drug-addled state before casting the spell.
It was amazing what a difference a few misplaced Sumerian syllables could make in a summoning spell- the difference between apostrophe and apocalypse.
Word Count: 200
Fandom: BtVS/LotR
Challenge: #117 - Lost In Translation
Disclaimer: I didn't create the characters, I'm just playing with them.
As they took in their surroundings- and the other beings occupying those surroundings- the Scoobies had but one collective thought: this was NOT where they meant to be. Surprised or not, they swung into action like a well-oiled machine.
“Not that I mind a good melee, Red,” Faith managed to gasp in between opponents, “but just what the hell is going on? I thought we were supposed to be going to a peace conference.”
“Yeah, Wills,” Buffy chimed in, dispatching another demon with a single thrust and then whirling to deal with one who was too close to her sister for comfort. “This? Not very peaceable. Also, not very Londony.”
“Um…”
“Out with it, best bud o’ mine,” Xander said, recognizing the signs even as he dealt a lethal blow to something that had just tried to bite him.
“I think my transcription of the spell may have gotten mixed up with Andrew’s translation of Tolkien’s runes.”
“Meaning what, Willow?” Dawn demanded.
“I think instead of transporting us to London, I transported us to the Dark Lord’s lair.”
“So you’re saying-“
“Yeah. Welcome to Mordor.”
“Mordor like one does not simply walk into?” Xander yelped.
“Well, we didn’t exactly walk...”
Title: The Almost Right Word
Word Count: 100
Fandom: BtVS/Sherlock
Challenge: #117 - Lost In Translation
Disclaimer: I didn't create the characters, I'm just playing with them.
Dawn tried not to glare. John was right, the blame had to be divided equally here. Sherlock was not infallible, even in matters of pharmacology. From now on, she’d ask her other upstairs neighbor about headache cures.
But that still didn’t change the fact that she’d come very close to blowing up half of London. It was just lucky that she’d thought to double check the translation she’d done in her drug-addled state before casting the spell.
It was amazing what a difference a few misplaced Sumerian syllables could make in a summoning spell- the difference between apostrophe and apocalypse.
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Date: 2012-03-04 11:41 pm (UTC)Oooooh yes.
And I dig the LOTR cross. It'd be nifty to see what else the Scoobies get into, or out of, while trapped.
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Date: 2012-03-05 04:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-05 01:19 am (UTC)This one could be the beginning of a much larger cross-over work. I think it has potential!
The difference between apostrophe and apocalypse...GRIN!
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Date: 2012-03-05 04:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-06 05:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-05 06:01 pm (UTC)Would love to see more of that crossover. Awesome.
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Date: 2012-03-06 12:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-06 07:50 am (UTC)“Mordor like one does not simply walk into?” Xander yelped.
“Well, we didn’t exactly walk...”
I love this part, xD