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Green Stone Trilogy
Qui-Gon: So far we’ve already had battles, foreshadowing, darksiders, mysterious events, deaths, foreshadowing, poetry, new planets, very short chapters, and foreshadowing. This fic will never end. Ever.
Obi-Wan: I am angsty.
Qui-Gon: I am even angstier.
Dreammaster: And I am working for Sidious and have trapped you in a really bizarre place where you can’t see the other and I get to laugh at you both.
Mace: I’m going to disappear halfway through the fic for no reason, because there were too many characters to deal with. Not fair.
Anakin: And I get to do something heroic. Go me.
A Long Time Ago
Tass: I hate history.
Dekabyn: I hate that I’m poor.
Faith: I hate that I seem to have strange powers and don’t know how to use them.
Nerra: I hate everything.
Tass: Hey, this sort of History isn’t bad. It has cute guys in it.
Dekabyn: I can’t believe you’d fancy a mass-murderer who was around over a hundred years ago. I’m going to argue with you now.
Faith: I have Jedi powers, and I’m sure my parents will hate me for it.
Tass: Don’t worry, we’ll help.
Dekabyn: Will we?
Nerra: I’m sick of all this, I’m leaving home.
Tass: Now I’m going to have to use all the things I’ve learnt
about the events of a hundred years ago to save my stupid brother. And help Faith come to terms with her powers. And conviently tie Dekabyn’s plotline up in this as well. And try not to make the ending too sappy.
Luna: I’m in first year! Isn’t this nice?
Corinna: I’m the world’s biggest bitch.
Eloise: I’m not a shy little girl like they say I am. I’m funny and witty, actually. I just hate having pimples. And I don’t like Ron either. So there.
Luna: No-one likes me, and I don’t understand why. Should I try and make myself more normal? Ooh look, here’s a mirror…
Luna’s dad: Luna, I have a few things to tell you about your mother.
Luna: I can’t believe all this is happening to me…but I like it. It’s interesting.