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I am so sorry for the delay, guys. Life has been hectic lately (exams, haha) and I lost track.
Part one here! Part two here! Part three here! Part four here! Part five here! Feel free to reprompt posts from parts one, two, three or four in part five once. If
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Megasuperbonus for one being Roy.
Gen/any pairings between YJ members welcome.
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I'm going to need to find a Romani babblefish for my idea, which is impossible. I may just ask everyone to pretend Romanian is Romani in the end. *cultural sensitivity fail*
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http://webcache.googleusercontent.com/search?q=cache:Vft_LVwHeIkJ:webspace.webring.com/people/wt/tempestgypsy/romdict.html+Romani+dictionary+by+tempest&cd=1&hl=en&ct=clnk&gl=us&client=firefox-a&source=www.google.com
And yeah, I had to use Google's cache for a snapshot of the website, cause apparently the original one isn't up anymore (or at least it's not loading for me). I found it pretty helpful though. :)
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I'm done with college orientation so I'll be writing this up soon.
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The story would be less fun to write without Roy in it, for sure.
The next chapter is Miss Martian. I'm just editing it for posting right now
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This chapter was one sentence in my outline. Apparently, the space a chapter takes in an outline is not proportional to its the length. I doubt the rest of the story will have chapters this long...mostly because I'm too lazy to format long things into LJ. ;)
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Gotham City, 2011 Her green flesh is shadowed by flashes of light as she floats upwards away from the flames below. The red hot heat of the fire makes Miss Martian's eyes dry and itchy. Balling her hands into fists, she aggressively rubs her closed eyes. Her attempts to sooth her eyes inflict more damage as the black soot and grease that cover her palms pass beneath her eyelids. Miss Martian had forgotten her hands were so dirty. In the grand scheme of things, it hadn't seemed to matter. She opens her irradiated, watering eyes when a determined voice breaks through the static on the comm system ( ... )
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“How is this?”
“Hearing you loud and clear,” Robin thinks.
“Good work, Megan,” Aqualad projects. “Will the others be able to join in after the tasks you ordered are completed?”
“I think I can handle it. I'm sorry this is so hard. I should be better than this.”
“I said you're doing well, Megan. Do not doubt me,” Aqualad orders. “We are all learning as fast as we can. You have nothing to blame yourself for.”
M'gann sends the two boys her feeling of thanks.
The Martian, a minute later, links up the rest of the team after they return to the building ready for action. Each teen, communicating their actions over the mind-link, goes off to work in a different wing of the hotel.
“Bossman, is it just me or is this fire suspicious?” Kid Flash asks.
“I agree it has the markings of an arson, KF,” Aqualad replies.
“It's more than that. It's a coverup,” Robin claims.
“Explain.” Aqualad and the rest of the team feel ( ... )
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