Lynati [Lynati_1@hotmail.com]

“Tangled up in Balance”

Gargoyles is legally the property of Disney Entertainment. I’m Lynati, and I belong to my fan-fic world. Death was created by my friend Aaron Wheeler, and lives in his head. Aaron is, apparently, the property of Mara Cordova.

All the other original characters referenced in this filk are the property of their creator, who this song is in honor of. You should be able to figure out who that is fairly quick. ; )

“Tangled up in Blue” was written by Bob Dylan...I filked to the Indigo Girl’s cover of it on their “12 o’clock curfew” album.

Don’t sue me, I have no money, I’m in college.

Art College.

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The dark lifts, and a room comes into focus. It is white, and what little furniture is in the room is white, as well. There is a futon sofa, roughly in the center of the room. A mini-fridge sits next to it, and a dresser sits against the back wall, near a door. The door swings open, and two people enter, both gargoyles. The first is a female with light grey fur, and wolfish markings on her face. A small horn sits in the middle of her forehead, and two more flank it several inches behind her hairline. The tips of her ears and tail are black, as are the primary feathers of her wings. Darkly-tinted glasses obscure her eyes. The second gargoyle is male- a clone of Brooklyn, in fact- and an even paler shade of grey. His hair is black, and his right arm is cybernetic past the elbow. He slings the guitar case off his shoulder as she steps farther forward, motioning him to sit on the sofa.

“Uhh, hi. I’m Lynati, and I’m the author. My guest here is Death...”

Death waves, then goes back to staring at the set of white velvet drapes hanging on the left wall. It isn’t clear which puzzles him more; the fact that there is no window in evidence behind the curtains, or the fact there is an “out of order” signed pinned to them.

“...he’s agreed to help me on this little venture tonight.” Lynati pauses a moment, studying what is now written on the Fourth Wall. She nods to herself after a moment, and continues. “As you can tell, I’m not used to this...this will be my first writing of any kind to be posted anywhere...umm...I guess I’ll just start before my opening set-up gets any more carried away.” She motions to Death, who starts to play. Lynati clears her throat, and waits for her cue to begin singing...

~

“Late one evening I was reading before I went to bed

Wondering if I could find a good author, if my hunger could be fed

Fics that people write and post here tend to rather be rough;

I never did like the universes where they didn’t put the boys through enough.

Me, I got tired of the boring worlds, and thought I’d try something new

Headed up to the “A”’s now, Lord knows I’ve paid my dues,

Reading through...

Then I first read you.”

“She was human when they first met; soon to change of course

Oberon turned her into a ‘goyle, then Severius started the clone wars

Arin and Brook led the resistance; they won but despite their best

They were split up on a sad dark night, and I cried to read the rest

She wound up on Avalon, and Lex raised Kat and Luc

You suffered them all through worse than me, and man, that’s hard to do

It’s 2002...

Cyrway, where are you?”

“Outklaws live in the north of Maine; clan Winslow is there as well;

Never did like each other all that much; one day Eddie’ll see Mauser in Hell.

Caligo drifted down to see Demmie; he’s an immortal of the “original clan”

Not only is he the father of her fourth child- he’s also Brooklyn’s old man.

And all the while I was reading prose, time passed like I was blind

I’ve seen a lot of fanfic, but yours never escaped my mind-

It’s helped me through.

Cyrway, where are you?”

“I was over at the fan site again, and I stopped in for a peek

I kept looking at the site with your name, to finish your saga this week.

Now I’d blazed on through “Rift” and “Gliding...” for the rest I did just about the same.

But there was two more there, and the first I swear, it...hemorrhaged my brain! : D

Well, I clicked the link to the last narrative; I studied the lines on the page

I must admit I felt a little uneasy when I read down to find the place where

You had to choose...

Cyrway, where are you?

I know, I know, I know...”

[“Transformers fandom” mutters Death. Lynati stomps on his in-step and continues.]

“I’ve been a fan for quite some time, and often miss the hype.

(I want to write and say “hello”, but I get too embarrassed to type.)

Then I opened up the TGS archives; there were posts I blinked to see

Written by you back before I found it (a year after you leaved).

Every one of those words just proved you were my true idol

Another fan of Red Dwarf, Ranma; and now Moorcock’s took my soul

You know it’s true.

Cyrway, where are you?”

“I’m living in Kansas City, on the fourth floor of the dorms, yeah

There was music in the wars I write, and revolutions in all forms

That’s why your stories started speaking to me, yeah, but sometimes inspiration just changes or dies...

I once had to switch to other genres, too, just to deal with what was inside.

Finally when that need was fulfilled, back to gargs I was drawn.

The only thing I wish is you would return, too; that you would not be gone

For my own debut

Cyrway, where are you?”

“Now I’m heading back to writing; I gotta get it done somehow

And then all the people who used to bitch at you can yell at me for now

Some may have dissed your writing, said you ruined the gargoyle’s lives;

For killing off Brook in the clone wars, for estranging Lex from his wife...

But me, I really liked your fics, and I wish there was more to read

Maybe someday you’ll get back to it, and let us know what will come to be...

Oh, please do.

Cyrway, we miss you.”

~

[And here, the audience gets its first taste of Lynati’s tendency of over-explaining...and some plugs...]

Death: “For Godzilla’s sake, Lyn, just stop glaring and me and say what is on your mind already.”

Lynati: “...The first time you deign to talk to me in two months, it’s to gripe about Eddie not being mentioned by name. So I change the song so it does, and you don’t even thank me. ”

Death: “Oh. But it came out fine, right?”

Lynati: “No.”

Death: “No?”

Lynati: “Well, that verse is okay, but the rest of that line was *supposed* to be about how that was funny because they were really all part of the same clan...only, you know, the meter would have matched and it would have rhymed and stuff.”

Death: “And you, what, want me to apologize?”

Lynati: “Naw, don’t sweat it too much. But tell you what; if you really want to make it up to me, convince Aaron to stop playing Baldur’s Gate II and get back to fic writing. I’d be really happy if the Dramath MiST saw the black of the archive before 2003.”

Death: “Hey, if I had that kind of power, “Futures Past” would have been finished ages ago.

...Do you really think it will work? The filk, I mean?”

Lynati: “Donno. Don’t even know if she’ll ever read it. But it can’t make her any less inclined to get back into her gargs-universe (I hope)...eh, maybe we’ll get lucky and one of her friends will tip her off to it...”

[The screen darkens as the scene ends.]

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Thank you for your indulgence in this. ^_^

For those who care, the tentative release date for my fic saga is the summer of 2005. I’ve been working full-swing on the third and fourth story arcs, but frankly, they won’t make a huge amount of sense unless I finish and post the first two arcs for you to read. And they aren’t anywhere near as fleshed out as the later stories.

But I will do my best to get them out on time...and you’ll let me know what you think of them, right?

-Lynati

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