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Title: The Machine Unmakes the Man
Fandom: Princess Tutu (anime version)
Character(s): Edel and Fakir
Pairing(s): None.
Rating: PG (for implied character death and the manner thereof)
Word Count: ~1625
Warnings: Spoilers for episode 13.
A/N: I would not pry a minute out of episodes 12-13 of the Princess Tutu anime, but it has always troubled me, artistically speaking, that the animators failed to storyboard in even a hint of [spoiler]'s rescue. That character's abrupt reappearance seems more cheaply theatrical than it ought to be in a story which is otherwise much better about managing plot consequences. So here, for anyone interested, is a deleted scene from episode thirteen to fill in the gap. Crossposted from
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princesstutu and
tutufic.
Dedication: For Katie the Elder, who also feels the lack.
Uneasy now, he tried to turn his wrist, to haul the sword up to guard. His heart began to thud behind lungs rebellious for want of air; his throat spasmed in thwarted gulps. Who are you? What do you want? The knife in his boot was out of reach and the sword hung from his arm like an anchor. If he couldn't raise it, he'd be a sitting -- he'd have no defense. Can't you just leave me alone?
Fandom: Princess Tutu (anime version)
Character(s): Edel and Fakir
Pairing(s): None.
Rating: PG (for implied character death and the manner thereof)
Word Count: ~1625
Warnings: Spoilers for episode 13.
A/N: I would not pry a minute out of episodes 12-13 of the Princess Tutu anime, but it has always troubled me, artistically speaking, that the animators failed to storyboard in even a hint of [spoiler]'s rescue. That character's abrupt reappearance seems more cheaply theatrical than it ought to be in a story which is otherwise much better about managing plot consequences. So here, for anyone interested, is a deleted scene from episode thirteen to fill in the gap. Crossposted from
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Dedication: For Katie the Elder, who also feels the lack.
Uneasy now, he tried to turn his wrist, to haul the sword up to guard. His heart began to thud behind lungs rebellious for want of air; his throat spasmed in thwarted gulps. Who are you? What do you want? The knife in his boot was out of reach and the sword hung from his arm like an anchor. If he couldn't raise it, he'd be a sitting -- he'd have no defense. Can't you just leave me alone?