DALEK WEEK: World War II(I though about it and I decided that I'll change the name becuase it is a little dark in some ways lol. So this is now a twisted was of world war 2)
8:36 AM - Hour 6 of German invasion
This was all that Alek could do in the hell that dominated the city. A dark, deep crimson of blood ran through the streets of London. Bodies crowded the ground as the blood of the innocent and both side of the armed forces flowed away over filling the gutters and drainage. Chaos left its devastation behind as the German troopers made their line of armored walkers and foot soldiers over the grand British Empire.
In the middle of Alek's frantic charge down the street he was forced to make a gut crunching stop to quickly find cover because a squad of German soldiers held a small post just a few streets ahead. Slamming his back against a wall's corner he cracked it and a loud pop was the outcome of him forcing the momentum.
Peering over his right shoulder, around the wall he saw that there was o
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Leaning harshly on a wooden fence in a field on lightly coated snow. Wearing a heavy grey winter jacket that bore the Legion’s crest. The boy warmed his hands and the crossed his arms for more warmth.
The mission was suppose to be simple and clean. There wasn’t anything important to it, just meet here, move there; shoot a few flairs and then go home. A unit was suppose to meet up with him and then they move onward.
From where he stood, there was no one in sight. Not for miles, maybe further than that. On a map, the walls that guarded the last of humanity was pretty small. But there was actually more than it seemed to be.
Taking in a deep breath, Armin stood up right, stretched and walked over to half covered road and looked both ways. Again, nothing. Shr
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“You’re the one who did all this? How could you be so incompetent and rude?” Richards said.
Malone took a few steps back and was in a roll of panic. Here he was, stuck in a serious situation and had no possible way out. Harkness was ready to kill the man, Richards wouldn't hurt him. But he would never get the end of things. The Lieutenant. Now that would be an even worse situation. That man was built to do one thing and knew how do to that better than any man alive.
How was Eddie suppose to get out of a jam like this in at least one piece?
Softly, Deryn placed a hand on the Lt.’s shoulder and he grabbed onto it as a natural reaction. Too many memories that dealt with the same experience. But he glanced over at her and then rubbed her hand.
Taking a step back and then turning his body so that she could walk past him. Behind her, he crossed his arms and stood like a statue. Deryn
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Deryn was wearing a jacket that she just bought, not cheap at all, but it was nice and warm for what she needed. More warm than her Rigging jacket. In fact, this was close to the same that the Officers would be given. Bloody suit, why do they always get the best things in life?
Of course, Lt. Christopher was an Officer. Out ranked most of the crew too, but he held himself at the lower crewman's level. He didn't care for anything fancy, having a nice coat that would keep him warmer would be nice. But if it only went to him. Why bother to have one if the rest of the crewmen didn't get one? As strange as he was, he was the best that the ship could offer as a noble leader. Even if he was s
VocabularyHigh in a tree, the former Prince of Austria-Hungary and the much decorated Midshipman Deryn Sharp were having an interesting discussion. At the very least, the discussion was interesting to Bovril. To the humans, and especially to Alek, it was merely some exellent end of the day banter; an old past-time for the pair. He was feeling especially tired today, and was especially glad when Deryn had suggested a trip to the park.Vocabulary2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Working for Dr. Barlow was hard work, especially since now he had to alternate between being a diplomat-slash-spy and a translation machine. Who knew how many Darwinists had written old manuscripts in one of the many languages he'd been spoon-fed as a child?
He didn't mind it, mostly, because wherever he was, Deryn came with him as his guard and escort. Being of like age and having fought together for so long made them an ideal pair, according to Dr. Barlow. Depending on where they were going, he was escorted by Deryn or Dylan. And somehow, though they saw nearly th
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"Alek," she whispers.
Actually, there seems to be a lot of silence. It's warm and dark and quiet. If it weren't for her snowgear and the dirty floor, Deryn might have believed they were back in their own bed. A soldier at heart, she takes stock of
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She frowned. Because Serbia's where Alek's parents were murdered, that's why.
"Mr. Sharp! Can you please return to your desk!" Mr. Dawson fussed, drawing Deryn's attention back to class. Newkirk still sat in his desk, scribbling away aeronautics that they had both long since memorized.
"Yes, of course, sir. Just admiring the view," Deryn said, sitting back in her desk.
"It is brilliant, isn't it?" Mr. Dawson admitted, gazing out the window longingly. "But right now, you two must finish your studies or else Mr. Rigby will have all our heads."
Their study session didn't last long, however, because Alek came in wi
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It's been a problem for both of them lately, sleeping soundly. Perhaps it's that things have slowed down a bit. That they don't have to scramble and hide to simply survive. Now that things are slower, it seems the past has some time to creep in. Now, thankfully, Deryn seems to be sleeping peacefully. He reaches out and touches her face, heart filling with something warm and deep. Two nights ago, she woke
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It is probably the one night of the year that the strangeness of what appears to be two well-dressed military boys from warring nations on a date is completely and totally overlooked. Deryn chalks this up as a good thing. The lady Boffin has a few more things to do in New York before they can head back to London to do... well whatever it is the Zoological Society actually wants them to do. So tonight, Deryn and Alek are on an incredibly spectacular date.
The lady Boffin gave them both a small fistful of American money as their sign-on bonus and Alek's went directly into some special hiding spot, she assumes. Hers is nearly gone. She has wined and dined her Prince like a proper gentleman. She's not really certain how this sort of thing is supposed to go, but she wanted to do something to show him how happy she is. So she pays for dinner at a restaurant and they try all of the strange American food and quietly snicker over the
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Alek: Kind of like the first kiss scene of "Romeo x Juliet"!!
Deryn: Hey, Alek say, wouldn't it be funny if, oh say, one of us were a girl
Alek: Okay, Dylan, I know that you're much tougher than me, but that's just mean!
Alek: Dylan, you can't be gay! It's against the law!
Deryn: No, but I'm a girl!
Alek: No, Lilit kissed you, and lesbian relationships don't exist, and they're not nearly as popular as gay relationships anyway!
Deryn: Barking "Glee".
Alek: Okay, Dylan I have an idea for a disguise.
Deryn: Okay, what is it?
Alek: I'll disguise as a girl, and you pretend to be my boyfriend!
(Okay, I know that this one isn't a cliché, but it's good)
Alek: No, Deryn! I can't let you die!
Deryn: Why do you care?
Alek: Because you mean the world to me!
Deryn: Get away from me Alek!
(Runs into battle, but Alek kisses her. Awww!)
(Now, back to the clichés)
Alek: Hey, Dylan, is the "Leviathan" a boy
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Can't be found
Three hours since
Hides the life
"Give up, leave him."
All hope is dim
"We," over din
Hit his chin
"Save each other."
How it works
Of their quirks
Then a groan
Dusty dark hair
He's freed with care,
Safe and sound
First, "You bum-rag!"
Her shoulders sag
Worn by grief
Then, "I love you,"
And a kiss
He knew that too
"Can't miss this."
And still there's fire
It burns bright
The flames are dire
Light up the night
One life is saved
How many more?
Is England caved?
Will she soar?
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off. Deryn supposed this was nature, not staying still for you to draw. Unlike Clanker
machines, of course. Those stayed frozen in spot unless someone moved them.
Deryn squirmed inside her stiff dress shirt. She'd been barking stupid to take up the lady boffin's other offer of being her valet for some extra pocket money. She had been serving at Dr. Barlow's dinner party all night, and was too tired to change. Instead, she just stumbled into the living room when it was done and dropped down in front of the fireplace. A tray of dirty plates she'd cleared and a silver bucket of ice with tongs lay next to her discarded white gloves. The dark charcoal lines she sketched glowed in the firelight.
A few minutes later, Deryn heard footsteps approaching. She turned to greet Alek as he sat down next to her. "Mr. Sharp!" Bovril exclaimed and reached out for her.
Deryn put down her sketchbook and pencil and took
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"And I don't ever-" her mother's voice screeched with fury, her plump face turning a ruddy color with anger to match her daughter's.
"Ma, this is my passion! Ever since Da died- " Deryn sputtered out.
"No. Don't you say a word, young lady. Passion has nothing to do with it! A young woman such as yourself doesn't go hop on some warship and come back like like this!" Mrs. Sharp vigorously waved her flour-stained palms in Deryn's direction, and Deryn could do nothing but hang her head in shame.
Another set of eyes had been watching this scene, taking in the childish bickering. The brunette knew better than to get between a mother and her offspring, so he forced himself not to make a sound and drew himself to the farthest corner of the table.
"Why can't you just ac
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Deryn made her way towards the door, not looking at the crumpled newspaper on the table. She clenched her jaw, setting her chilled eyes anywhere but on the headline.
PREVIOUS PRINCE OF AUSTRIA- HUNGARY IN SEARCH OF A BRIDE
She scowled, cussing under her breath. Opening the door, she entered the long hallway, her skirts making shushing noises as they brushed against the ground. She heard the chatter and ruckus of the party her mother was hosting downstairs, and frowned. What a disastrous Christmas this would be.
Deryn had been out of the service for about 5 years. Her chest had filled, after not having the bandages on, and her curves had grown more pronounced. Her long sleeved white shirt was silky and fit like a glove around her skinny waist. Black fabrics made up her skirts, and they flowed like icing on
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Deryn stood in the doorway of their new apartment in London. It was just a few blocks from the London Zoo, ideal for the Zoological Society's new agents. Alek watched her as she read yet another note left by Dr. Barlow. The open door brought a breeze to ruffle her blonde hair, and for a moment he imagined her topside.
"Could you come here for a squick?" she asked without raising her eyes from the paper.
He doubted she wanted the note clarified—it had been quite precise—but he crossed the room anyway, standing close, but not too close, to her, wary of the open door. Glancing out, he thought he saw a movement down the hall….
….and was thus surprised when Deryn grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into a kiss. First he was petrified—someone could see! But maybe just for a moment….He relaxed a bit. Then a moment became several moments and Alek stopped keeping time.
Deryn let go of him and what had seemed a blissful eternity became scan
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"Barking ninnywhat did I expectstupid blokesgood for nothingcomplete dummkopfwhat a complete mistake " Deryn muttered to herself, shutting the door to her quarters silently as to not attract attention. She knew she was sulking, but she couldn't seem to shake her dreadful disappointed feelings. Despite what her mind thought of the matter, her heart had hoped for a better outcome.
Well, he asked for it, she reasoned, he wanted to know, and I told him exactly how I felt. But despite how hard she tried to pin the blame on Alek, she knew it was really all her fault. She had lied the whole time; she had let them grow into close friends before releasing the strafing hawk that she was a girl, so to speak. It was she who had burst out the full, complete truth in a surge of rage, and now she had to pay for that.
Deryn started to put up her walls, closing in her punishment and any hope, relief and reality out. She to
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The noises are deafening, and they move closer with every passing second. The ground shakes as another bomb goes off outside. Alek can feel sweat trickling down his back even though it can't be even thirty degrees. Alek's hands tremble as he struggles with the insides of their broken communikator. Without it, there's no way to know if it's safe for them to get back to their camp, if someone is coming for them... they have nothing without it. They're just stuck. Which feels like a fate worse than death for Deryn Sharp and Aleksandar Von Hohenburg.
Alek had believed that tossing the papal bull off of the side of the Leviathan into the Hudson river might have made his life simpler. The moments afterward he had felt lighter than air, and not simply because Deryn had kissed him quite soundly. He shouldn't have been surprised, however, that it wasn't true at all. Being, as Deryn described, common as dirt, was turning out to be rather more complicated than he ever
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"It would be interesting," Franz agreed. "But she would never survive the politics of the empire."
"I think you underestimate her," Sophie said. "She and Alek are perfect for each other. That's all that matters."
"But Alek isn't"
Sophie laughed. "Do you really not know your own son well enough to recognize that he is in love?"
Franz searched for words, finally settling on, "He's fifteen"
"So is Deryn," Sophie replied. She knelt beside the girl's bed and gazed sadly at her. "They're in the middle of a war, Franz. It causes childhood to flee rather quickly." Franz didn't reply and Sophie sighed. "Wouldn't you want our son to be happy, not forced to be in a place where he will spend the rest of his life regretting the day he became emperor?"
"What are you suggesting?" Franz sputtered.
"I'm suggesting the empire can go hang," Sophie replied bitterly. Franz opened
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DW 2012: Day 5-WWIIWith tears in her eyes, Deryn sank into the ashes that layered the ground. Six long years, and in that time, millions had died. Misery had crept into every home, every heart, every human. It had slowly strangled the life and light out of all that most had held dear, but Deryn had been one of the inconceivably lucky. Her husband, daughter, and son had all survived. Sometimes she wondered if this had been more of a curse than a blessing, leaving them to remember everything they had seen and done, to see the faces of the dead in their sleep for years to come? With a shudder, she pressed her hand into a pile of ash by a crossbeam.DW 2012: Day 5-WWII3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Yes, her husband and her daughter and her son had all survived. But her brother, the one person who had known her since birth, was gone. Gone forever, and not even because he had been fighting. With his broken leg and his twisted walk, he couldn't fight anywhere. No, he had been taken from his sister by an aerial bomb. He and his wife and his three young daughter
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months. This was a rare occasion that found them both in London.
Deryn and Alek were diplomats and like Dr. Barlow, often spent months at a time travelling on
assignments. Those assignments had become more and more frequent in the past year. Trouble was
brewing in Europe and had been for a while. And though some countries wanted to avoid another war
others were spoiling for a fight. War seemed inevitable no matter how thin the world's diplomats were spread.
Only a few months before, Alek had been sent to Istanbul in an attempt to sort things out. At the
same time, Deryn had been sent to America. It had been several months before either of them saw each
Deryn had been back in London a week now. Alek had arrived two days before.
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Someone once said, "People do crazy things when they're in love." Deryn was sincerely beginning to believe this as she studied herself in the mirror, eyes lingering on her stomach for a moment. She shook her head. Somehow, she'd ended up breaking the promise that she'd made to herself ages ago: that she'd never wear a dress again. Unfortunately, men's clothes were too revealing at the moment. Not to mention that her clothes from the Leviathan didn't fit. She was also hoping that they wouldn't recognize her if she wore a dress. After all, many of the attending guests didn't even know her. She glared at the invitation in her hand. If he hadn't avoided her for the past month, she wouldn't have to do this.
As she walked to the church, she tried to convince herself that she would only embarrass herself. Th
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Before she could even move, quick as lighting, Alek grabbed her wrist. Effectively keeping her from leaving, he stepped inside her lantern-lit room and closed the door behind him. Deryn looked at him, confused. He was still covered in engine grease and a distinct air of cayenne pepper surrounded him, but she was most confused as to his expression.
Instead of anger at her concealing her secret, confusion as to her real story or betrayal because she hadn't trusted him before, his face was one of caring. Deryn tried to free her wrist from his grip, but he wouldn't let her.
"Alek-! What are you doing? Let me go, you dummkopf!"
Alek cocked his head. "Not quite the warm welcome I expected, not-Dylan."
She felt tears welling in her eyes again. Trying in vain to hold them back, her voice gained a sarcastic edge. "W
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Thousands of miles away, Deryn leans back in her chair, rummaging for more crisps. "I don't know, daftie. It's your sidequest."
He checks the word describing the hatched egg. "It's 'perspicacious'. What does that mean?"
She Googles it. " 'Clever'."
"I was expecting something like 'ferocious'."
She grins. "Babies surprise you, Da."
He straightens, indignant. "I'm not its father!"
"Right. You hatched it, so really, you're its mum."
He glares; she winks; defeated, he sighs. "Shall we invade Istanbul now?"
She grabs more crisps. "Aye, Ma, let's."
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It was obvious he hadn't been sober for days.
Leaning now into the breeze, he remembered Sunday, the last time he'd seen Deryn. He made his way up the steel stair case, but fell to his knees instead. They'd had breakfast together, but two eggs don't last like the feeling of what he needs.
Alek looked about, wiping at his smooth face with the back of a scratched hand. This place seems familiar to him aha, it's the staircase she'd brought his too. She pulled on his hand with a devilish grin. She'd led him upstairs. Alek climbed them now, the pain in his chest multiplying. She'd led him upstairs Left him dying to get in.
Alek pulled a picture of