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| Which Eternal Lie; Time travel fic | |
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| Battery | October 30, 2007, 6:12 pm Post #16 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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"Guys, stop bitching like a bunch of pussies. The most important thing now is to find shelter and maybe a friendly village. James, can you see anything?", asked Kirk." - yay Kirky! It sounds good when he's tough Wow! I think there is a piece of great fun before us Awesome chapter! I really can't wait to see what will happen next!
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| Verity | October 30, 2007, 6:16 pm Post #17 |
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The Story Girl
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I bet Metallica did look pretty funny to that one dude leader from the group. I thought it was funny when they got asked what clan they are in. I've never thought of Metallica as a clan before, and it's an amusing thought. Hopefully, these people will take good care of Metallica, I'm sure they are in for a real culture shock. Can't wait for more.
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| Shayi | October 31, 2007, 7:05 am Post #18 |
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"Guys, stop bitching like a bunch of pussies. The most important thing now is to find shelter and maybe a friendly village. James, can you see anything?", asked Kirk. Haha - Kirk taking charge - something I always like to see Excellent, excellent. The atmosphere that you're creating for this one is fantastic - it really feels like I've been transported back in time when I'm reading this I'm looking forward to seeing what befalls these guys next. |
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| lolo | October 31, 2007, 10:14 am Post #19 |
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I just read the whole story and it is fantastic I love these kind of story's ![]() keep it up |
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| Lucifer's Angel | October 31, 2007, 11:12 am Post #20 |
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Heavy Metal Seanchai
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Iolo, glad you're liking the story, and thanks for wishing Erik happy birthday everyone Chapter 5 The group had walked for an hour when the village came into view. The houses were clustered around a much larger building, which they assumed was the castle. The people were up and about, doing their duties when they arrived. Most of the people were too busy to acknowledge them, but the children and some of the young women gazed at them curiously. "You are now on Mackenzie lands. My father's keep is the building up ahead. You will bathe and refresh yourselves, then you will have an audience with my father", said the leader. "Your father's the chief?", asked Lars. "Yes, he is Kenneth Mackenzie, the laird of Clan Mackenzie. We own lands from there to Caithness. Us and the MacDonnel's are the most powerful clans here", he replied proudly. Jeanie McKenna was weeding the garden when her younger brother Liam came running over to her. "Jeanie, the laird's son has come back, and he has some queer-looking people with him", he said excitedly. She wiped her hands on her apron, smiling at him. "Och Liam, calm down. Maybe they are prisoners", she said, a hint of fear in her voice. "No, they were not wearing shackles. And they were chatting with him. I think they are minstrels or jugglars. What fun", he said, blue eyes dancing with excitement. "That would be good. 'Tis good to have a wee bit of fun", she chuckled, as her brother led her towards the main street of the village. Several other villagers stood by the side of the street, watching the curious procession. Jeanie looked at them, intrigued. Four young men in black shirts and blue trousers walked alongside the laird's son. Two of them were of average height, one with brown hair and fair skin, the other one with curly black hair and golden skin. Next to them was tall, thin man with long red hair, his shirt bearing a skull with the word Misfits above it, his trousers flared out at the bottoms. However, the last young man really caught her eye. He was taller than the others and muscular, long blond hair falling in thick waves past his shoulders. His shirt had no sleeves, exposing his strong muscled arms, his trousers tight, but worn. "Ooh, he is a handsome one", she giggled, a flush forming on her cheeks. "Aye, they are a queer-looking bunch, but if the laird's son trusts them, they must be friends", said her cousin Morag. "Aye, I suppose so", said Jeanie, her eyes still on the blond man. "Cousin, ye fancy him? I like his companion, the one with the red hair. He is very fit", giggled Morag. "Aye, ye have always had an eye for the laddies, Morag. Now we must get back to work, before Mam says we're getting lazy", said Jeanie. The group was conscious of the stares they were getting as they walked through the village. Oh well, it's mostly little kids and chicks. I'd be more scared if it were dudes. Besides, some of these chicks are hot, thought James. At the side of the road, he noticed a young woman with a young boy next to her. She looked to be in her early twenties, wearing a simple blue dress, her feet bare. Her chestnut hair was pulled back from her face, her sky-blue eyes looking in their direction. He winked at her, causing her to blush. Hmm, she's hot. Maybe we'll hook up, he chuckled. James glanced over and saw her companion staring boldly at Cliff. She had bright red hair the color of a new penny, a curvy figure accentuated by the purple dress she wore. Her large green eyes stared directly at him, as Cliff stared back, his eyes on her tits. Lucky bastard, looks like he's gonna get lucky, she and the other one both got nice tits. Looks like we're both getting lucky. This isn't looking so bad after all, he chuckled to himself. |
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| Shayi | October 31, 2007, 11:55 am Post #21 |
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I love the way you wind bits of everyday life - and explanation into the story. Now we have a bit of the background and it just fleshes it out making it so much more real Excellent stuff! I'm really looking forward to the next section - I want to see what happens when they have an audience with t he Laird! |
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| Verity | October 31, 2007, 5:02 pm Post #22 |
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The very thought of Metallica being minstrels of jugglars is very very much amusing to me. It looks like Cliff is going to have fun since Morag has such fine, wonderful titties. The boys might not want to go back into present time. Oh dear!!!
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| Battery | October 31, 2007, 5:32 pm Post #23 |
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"However, the last young man really caught her eye. He was taller than the others and muscular, long blond hair falling in thick waves past his shoulders. His shirt had no sleeves, exposing his strong muscled arms, his trousers tight, but worn." nice description I liked it when James thought that he's going to like this world after dicovering 'hot chicks' Great chapter
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| Lucifer's Angel | November 1, 2007, 9:46 am Post #24 |
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Chapter 6 "This is my father's keep. You will bathe and dress properly, then you will have an audience with my father", he said. Several servants came before them, bowing deeply. "Follow us", they said, leading them upstairs. The castle was like something out of a movie, dark and foreboding, the few windows barely letting in any light. The air inside was cool and damp, as though they were in a cave. "Here are the bathing rooms. After you bathe, you will wear our own garb. Then you shall have an audience with the laird", said the head steward. The group nodded warily. In the center of the room was an enormous tub, the size of a swimming pool. Steam rose from it's surface, a table nearby holding soap and towels. "Okay, who goes first?", asked Lars. "Oh, everyone goes in at once. It is how we do it here", explained the steward. They all turned bright red at the idea. "Oh shit. Well, when in Rome...", muttered Kirk, as they quickly got undresed and got in the tub. "Damn, this feels good", sighed James, sinking into the hot water. "Yeah, this feels like a hot tub", chuckled Kirk. Several servant girls entered the room. Without a word, they proceeded to wash the men. The girls did their job quietly and professionally, not making a sound. "This is great. We got chicks washing us, it's good to be the king", joked Lars. The girls finished their work and handed them rough woolen towels. "Hey sweetheart, wanna rub me down some more?", cracked James. The girl ignored him, as did the others. "Hmm, maybe they're so used to doing this it's just a job for them. Oh well, we're clean", said Kirk, examining the clothes. On a table were their new clothes. They each got a kilt in the Mackenzie tartan, a white wool shirt and a belted plaid. They got dressed, which took a while because they weren't used to the clothes. Several minutes later, the door opened and the steward walked in. He too wore a kilt with the same design, but his shirt was black and his plaid was silk instead of wool. His bonnet had the same design, a tall white feather perched on top. "Gentlemen, the laird is ready to see you now", he said, as they followed him. The group followed him back downstairs. He stopped before an enormous carved wooden door guarded by two large men in Mackenzie tartan. "The laird is ready to receive ye", said the steward, as the guards stepped aside. The room was enormous, the size of their house back home. It was decorated with tapestries hanging on the walls, the ceiling painted to resemble the blue sky. On the farthest end of the room, the laird sat on his chair, raised on a dais. The laird was a middle-aged, yet dignified man. He was tall and muscular still, his graying dark hair giving him a distinguished look. His dark eyes gazed impassively at them, his expression blank. He wore the Mackenzie tartan, the plaid on his shoulder adorned with a golden badge showing a horned stag. "Your Lordship, may I present to you Metallica. They were found lost on the plain. They are a musical group, but they have other skills, and they will be useful to you", said his son. The laird got up from his chair, standing to his full height. "Are ye friend or foe? If ye are MacDonells, ye will be put to the sword. We do not tolerate spies", he said in his deep voice. "We are not MacDonells. I am Lars Ulrich, and this is James Hetfield, Kirk Hammett and Cliff Burton. We are in a musical group called Metallica, and we shall try to be of service, your lordship", said Lars. "Hmm, ye are not from these parts. Are ye Sassenachs?", he asked. "No, we are from across the ocean, from the colonies", said Cliff, thinking fast. The laird raised an eyebrow. "Ye are from the colonies? Interesting. At least ye are not Sassenachs nor MacDonells. Very well then. Conor, thank you for bringing them to the castle. Since it is late, ye will eat and then tomorrow I shal assign ye tasks. Take them to their rooms", said the laird, as the steward led them out the room. |
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| Shayi | November 1, 2007, 11:52 am Post #25 |
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You will bathe and dress properly That line just made me chuckle - I can imagine the looks on their faces being told that! Since when do Metallica dress properly? Or bathe for that matter ;) I really rather like the Laird in this so far - he seems harsh and somewhat scary... I'm looking forward to them being put to work
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| Verity | November 1, 2007, 1:29 pm Post #26 |
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The part with the chicks bathing them was funny. I just knew that the boys were going to like it. The son presenting them as Metallica was so funny. I can just imagine all those people thinking "what the fuck???" What's a Metallica?
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| Battery | November 2, 2007, 4:28 am Post #27 |
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Great chapter! I liked them being washed by chicks . I just thought about something. I imagined archeologists digging up Metallica shirt from ages before
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| lolo | November 2, 2007, 10:25 am Post #28 |
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our guys in kilts ah great chapter, i'm curious about what will happen next.. |
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| Lucifer's Angel | November 2, 2007, 10:51 am Post #29 |
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Chapter 7 "This has been one helluva day", sighed Cliff, flopping down onto the bed. "I second that. It's like we got dropped into one of my Mom's romance novels. Speaking of which, did you notice Scottish chicks are hot?", giggled Kirk. "Yeah, some of the girls in the village were nice. There was this one red-haired girl with nice tits staring at me. I think she likes me", he boasted. "Yeah, James kept staring at the brown-haired girl. She was pretty hot too, you lucky bastards. Oh well, there's other hot chicks here", shrugged Kirk. "I know. This sounds weird, but the chicks here look better than the chicks back in California", said Cliff thoughtfully. "I noticed that too. I guess it's because these girls don't wear a ton of makeup or do their hair, shit like that. These are naturally good-looking girls. They're probably not gnarly, skanky girls. This isn't so bad after all", said Kirk. "Dude, don't speak so soon. We probably have to do a lot of work tomorrow. I mean, did you hear what James told Conor? They expect us to work here. I mean, everybody has a job. I hope we're not breaking rocks, or shit like that", he grumbled. "Nah, we're probably gonna do farming or stuff around the castle. Whatever, let's get some sleep", said Kirk. "You're right. We gotta rest up", replied Cliff, closing his eyes. Kirk lay in bed, unable to sleep. The moon shone in through the open window, illuminating the room. Cliff was fast asleep, his long red hair the only color in the room. Why didn't anyone close the window? It's hard to sleep with all this light, he thought, shutting his eyes. Just then, he heard someone singing coming from inside the castle. It was a girl with a beautiful soprano, singing in Gaelic. She has a beautiful voice. But why is she singing at this time?, he wondered, throwing off the covers. Kirk got out of bed, careful not to wake up Cliff. The stone floor felt cold under his feet, as he walked down the hall, trying to find the source of the singing. The singing came from behind a door at the end of the hall. Kirk took a deep breath, carefully opening the door. A girl stood with her back to him, singing a song in Gaelic. The moonlight shone on her, making her appear ethereal, not of this world. She was tall and slim, long golden hair flowing past her waist, her nightgown the color of a robin's egg. She finished singing and slowly turned around. Her blue eyes widened in fright, her hands going to her throat. Kirk smiled reassuringly at her, his hands raised. "I'm sorry if I startled you, miss. I didn't mean to disturb you. I heard you sing, you have a beautiful voive", he said. She let out the breath she'd been holding, her expression relieved. "Thank you, sir. I hope I didn't wake you", she replied, speaking with a soft Scottish accent. "No, I don't mind being woken up by someone who sings so well. I'm Kirk Hammett", he said, extending his hand. She smiled, taking his hand. "I am Mary Drummond, the ward of the laird. Are you one of the new retainers?", she asked. "Sort of. We arrived earlier today, the laird's son found us and took us back to the castle. We get our assignments tomorrow", he replied. "Oh yes, now I remember. Some of the servants were excited about you today. It's not everyday we get visitors", she said. "I can see that. Good night, Miss Drummond, and I hope we shall meet again", he said, winking at her before he left her room. |
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| lolo | November 2, 2007, 11:08 am Post #30 |
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ooh, is kirk getting lucky too ? I wonder what they have to do, nice update
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Wow! I think there is a piece of great fun before us



Excellent, excellent. The atmosphere that you're creating for this one is fantastic - it really feels like I've been transported back in time when I'm reading this 


nice description

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