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Post by Peleia on Mar 17, 2005 1:44:49 GMT -5
HEY!! Since when did Trigun get put back on Adult Swim... and why did no one inform me of this?! Actually I can guess that it began again monday because tonight was teh Frank Marlon episode... but still why was I not TOLD about this in advance so I'd come upon it by accident?! I am sooo outta teh AS loop these days. I just have my things set to record FMA automatically every week, and that's about it.
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Post by stampededtyphoon on Mar 17, 2005 1:52:28 GMT -5
So after sitting in teh dark for a while, and singing a few songs, and playing a few word association games, and getting dripped on by teh soggy drippy cave ceiling, teh hysteria had started to seem a little... overrated. Hmm. Especially since teh psycic 'feedback' had started to wear off--Dougan wasn't worried anymore, (he was asleep) and Farf had stopped thinking obsessively about teh Apocalypse (Marilyn was distracting him). So, I was just about to suggest that we give up on teh whole fall-out shelter idea and go get us some cheeseburgers, when suddenly I realized that I could actually SEE Marilyn distracting Farfie. After I got over teh shock of that sight (Damn it! Not in front of teh KID!!) it occured to me that it wasn't as pitch-black in there as it should have been. And right about that time we heard what might have been a very faint echo of a maniacal giggle. Schu: Um....hey kitten....isn't there supposed to be like, a mad scientist down here or something?? Me: Oh yeah...um. I forgot. (hey, I was hysterical, ok?!) So we start poking around and finally we find that in teh very back corner of teh cave there is a small opening, which is where teh faint light and teh maniacal giggle were coming from. And after a little exploring, (well, after FARF did a little exploring, I ain't going down there!) we discover that there are in fact a huge NETWORK of caves, going for who knows how far and who knows how deep under my house! (Yeah, that's JUST what I need with teh volcano erupting and earthquakes and stuff....sheesh...) Anyway, so now I know where Pops has set up is 'laboratory', but as for actually going down there and exploring...that's a story for another day. (Cheeseburgers, anyone?) Awwww....ain't that sweet? Dougan was asleep with his head leaning on Schu's shoulder....and Schu was trying NOT-ta' move and wake him up......... Schu [muttering under his breath--]: "I think I liked it BETTER when she hated me and couldn't get my name right......! *snort*" Dougan *sighs* in his sleep and snuggles deeper into Schu's shoulder...
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Post by Peleia on Mar 17, 2005 2:00:28 GMT -5
I loved your comic too, Hina! *manfully resists licking Pire* (*Well, tries to, anyway*)
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Post by stampededtyphoon on Mar 17, 2005 2:04:24 GMT -5
I L-wordd your comic too, Hina! *manfully resists licking Pire* (*Well, tries to, anyway*) *BLEAH!* [But I WILL sniff Aerrin, ANY time!]
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Post by Hina-chan on Mar 17, 2005 2:25:37 GMT -5
*BLEAH!* [But I WILL sniff Aerrin, ANY time!] oh dear lord.....WHAT have I done! Just in case those two Aerrin doesn't suffer enough at my own hand >____< and what am I gonna do now!! Having actual fans means I can't just say 'hmm...I'm lazy....I mean busy....no page this week...' ...I mean...I'd NEVER do such a thing!!! ^___^*
:: sniffs Aerrin :: mmm.....mandarin oranges...
And when did it become licking Pire any way, Chibi? Didn't HE start out as DOING teh licking? not that HE's complaining any....
Pire meanwhile finds himself looking up at Armstrong. (its so hard to find anyone taller than him...) "Holy.....I never realized Mr. Clean was so tall!"
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Post by Peleia on Mar 17, 2005 2:35:32 GMT -5
Hah! Ok, this prompted me to post this, which I have been wanting to do for a while.... it's from that fanfic I was getting all uppity about a while ago... it's just a little look at Shu's character, for anyone who's interested. (This is kind of long, and totally self-indulgent, just cuz when something impresses me I like to share it with people, so feel free to just ignore me if you want!!)
teh slightly abridged beginning to His Art is Eccentricity by Lady Jaida:
(note: Crawford and Nagi are teh other members of Schu and Farf's team)
(oh, warning for strong language)
Imagine this. Twenty four years old, tall, red hair, satisfied green eyes. Schuldig is a wealth of cunning but has never been properly educated. He is German, but speaks only English with a German accent. He moves with a certain precision and grace that speak of cockiness over self-assurance. He is too thin. That is all right; he wears it well. He likes loud music, angry music, popular music. Of classical music he knows very little, but that he has heard one melody by Chopin and grudgingly liked it. He does not like to read, nor does he like to follow orders, nor does he do what he does not like to do. Sometimes he considers himself bisexual, when he thinks to consider it. More often than not he fucks first and considers never.
He is taking teh long way home. It is May. Spring has come. This morning he killed a man Crawford told him to kill. He still has teh man’s name and address on a piece of paper in his left jeans pocket, with his pack of cigarettes. He looks good. He has color in his cheeks. He’s smoked three cigarettes during teh long way home. He’s just reveling in what he’s done. That’s teh only appreciation teh man he killed will get – teh only appreciation Schuldig has for life. How good it feels to take it away, Schuldig thinks. It is an unusual and perhaps unnecessary time of contemplation.
It goes like this.
Bang, bang. Ha. Fucker.
There’s no more depth than that. Twenty four years old, tall, red hair, satisfied green eyes. He feels good. He feels damn good. He stops along teh long way home and buys himself a pack of gum. He buys it with teh yen he got outta teh man’s pocket, before he killed him. This is a robbery, Schuldig said, and then he cracked teh fuck up and blew teh guy’s brains out.
teh gum tastes good.
Imagine this. Twenty four years old, unsuspecting, inherently obnoxious, high cheekbones. Schuldig comes home and slams teh door behind him. In teh kitchen he pours himself a mug of ice cold coffee that probably tastes like shit. He scratches a line through teh man’s name on teh piece of paper with a marker and pins it up on teh fridge with a magnet shaped like a banana. He takes a sip of teh coffee, makes a disgusted face. He pours an inch of teh coffee down teh sink. Four packets of sugar substitute and an inch of half-and-half later and teh coffee is palatable.
“Shit,” Schuldig says to no one, looking for teh oreos, “someone needs to make more coffee.” It is intrinsic to Schuldig’s nature that he will not make more coffee. He finds teh oreos, makes a lot of noise with teh plastic wrapper taking one out. “Nagi. Nagi, I don’t want teh fucking cookie part,” he calls. Nagi will eat teh chocolate while Schuldig eats teh cream inside which is a fucking liar, because it doesn’t taste like cream. It tastes like sugar glop, like really bad icing. Schuldig likes it.
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Post by snapdragon76 on Mar 17, 2005 9:59:37 GMT -5
By NOW, you all may be wondering just WHAT teh HECK is going ON with teh elevators!!?? I mean, they NEVER behave this well, Right!!?? Well.........It's Jaken. No, he didn't put a spell on them or anything like THAT, it's just that----*whispers*--they apparently THINK he's a child because he's so DAMN SHORT and has that kinda' high squeaky voice! *Ahem* It's either THAT, or they're "in lo-ve" with teh lil' guy, we're not ENTIRELY sure, actually........*A-heh* ANYWAY, when it was discovered that he could ride on teh things WITHOUT being TAKEN "for a ride", it was decided that Jaken should be given teh job of "Official Elevator Operator", complete with his own employee room in teh basement and that nice lil' converted Bell-Boy uniform [INCLUDING teh silly lil' hat--but then Jaken's USUAL hat is kinda' "silly-lookin'", TOO, noda!], and, frankly, teh po' widdl' guy NEEDED sumthin' ta' DO, now that he can't really "serve" Lord Sesshomaru any more [and that plant at 'Kat's place is a MENACE to his health, along with "other" things.....!] Soooo....since teh elevators have a "thing" against anyone OVER teh age of 10, OR of any noticeable height [which seems to be WHY Edward Elric can get away with riding them ALONE, but NOT with AL--Oh, CRAP! Ed's GLARING at me, again!!!!--Oh, and HIEI never had any "trouble", but we STILL don't know whether that was his height or his general attitude!], Jaken seemed teh OBVIOUS "solution" to teh elevator "problem", and he usually just runs one of teh ones in teh Lobby during peak hours of use, MAINLY for teh benefit of guests that are "passing thru'", rather than our regulars [MOST of which REFUSE to go anywhere NEAR those "demon boxes from teh Pit o' HELL" for some reason......or previous "experience"--*eep!*] Just PLEASE don't let Jaken know WHY he has that job, noda! It would not only hurt his lil' Imp feelins', but teh elevators might "HEAR" you, and THEN where will we BE!? [Unless....they really ARE in lo-ve witht teh lil' guy.....!*ew*] To be Continued-- Actually, now I can ride teh elevators fine. Of course, only when I have Willow with me. By myself, forget it! I knew she was good for something... Don't look at me like that. I wuv my daughter!!
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Post by snapdragon76 on Mar 17, 2005 10:00:42 GMT -5
No... I am not Royal... nor am I a memeber of any clan... technically. Rosey on teh other hand... is. Well not 'officially' anymore... but still technically.
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Post by snapdragon76 on Mar 17, 2005 10:10:05 GMT -5
Hey Stampers. Could you do me a wee favor? Read my Pie story and see if I got Ryo down right. Since I don't read his series, I wanted to get as close as I could.
I'd appreciate it.
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Post by ChibiMizuTenshi on Mar 17, 2005 11:39:21 GMT -5
I L-wordd your comic too, Hina! *manfully resists licking Pire* (*Well, tries to, anyway*) No need to resist! It's like a standered greeting for Pire
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Post by ChibiMizuTenshi on Mar 17, 2005 11:41:34 GMT -5
oh dear lord.....WHAT have I done! Just in case those two Aerrin doesn't suffer enough at my own hand >____< and what am I gonna do now!! Having actual fans means I can't just say 'hmm...I'm lazy....I mean busy....no page this week...' ...I mean...I'd NEVER do such a thing!!! ^___^*
:: sniffs Aerrin :: mmm.....mandarin oranges...
And when did it become licking Pire any way, Chibi? Didn't HE start out as DOING teh licking? not that HE's complaining any....
Pire meanwhile finds himself looking up at Armstrong. (its so hard to find anyone taller than him...) "Holy.....I never realized Mr. Clean was so tall!" I guess him licking everything kinda brushed off on me ^_^;; And no need to bleep Pire...Ya know he likes to swear and forced teh rating of your comic to go up ;D Pire: Holy shit!!
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Post by stampededtyphoon on Mar 17, 2005 12:09:27 GMT -5
No need to resist! It's like a standered greeting for Pire Stampers, wiping Pire spit off her cheek--"So I NOTICED--*Bleah!* I hope he understands MY "standard response" to such a greeting [unless I WANNA' be licked, that it..!]" Pire, wadded up and STUFFED in teh nearest garbage bin--upside down--"Oro?"
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Post by stampededtyphoon on Mar 17, 2005 12:13:44 GMT -5
Hah! Ok, this prompted me to post this, which I have been wanting to do for a while.... it's from that fanfic I was getting all uppity about a while ago... it's just a little look at Shu's character, for anyone who's interested. (This is kind of long, and totally self-indulgent, just cuz when something impresses me I like to share it with people, so feel free to just ignore me if you want!!) teh slightly abridged beginning to His Art is Eccentricity by Lady Jaida: (note: Crawford and Nagi are teh other members of Schu and Farf's team) (oh, warning for strong language) Imagine this. Twenty four years old, tall, red hair, satisfied green eyes. Schuldig is a wealth of cunning but has never been properly educated. He is German, but speaks only English with a German accent. He moves with a certain precision and grace that speak of cockiness over self-assurance. He is too thin. That is all right; he wears it well. He likes loud music, angry music, popular music. Of classical music he knows very little, but that he has heard one melody by Chopin and grudgingly liked it. He does not like to read, nor does he like to follow orders, nor does he do what he does not like to do. Sometimes he considers himself bisexual, when he thinks to consider it. More often than not he fucks first and considers never.
He is taking teh long way home. It is May. Spring has come. This morning he killed a man Crawford told him to kill. He still has teh man’s name and address on a piece of paper in his left jeans pocket, with his pack of cigarettes. He looks good. He has color in his cheeks. He’s smoked three cigarettes during teh long way home. He’s just reveling in what he’s done. That’s teh only appreciation teh man he killed will get – teh only appreciation Schuldig has for life. How good it feels to take it away, Schuldig thinks. It is an unusual and perhaps unnecessary time of contemplation.
It goes like this.
Bang, bang. Ha. Fucker.
There’s no more depth than that. Twenty four years old, tall, red hair, satisfied green eyes. He feels good. He feels damn good. He stops along teh long way home and buys himself a pack of gum. He buys it with teh yen he got outta teh man’s pocket, before he killed him. This is a robbery, Schuldig said, and then he cracked teh fuck up and blew teh guy’s brains out.
teh gum tastes good.
Imagine this. Twenty four years old, unsuspecting, inherently obnoxious, high cheekbones. Schuldig comes home and slams teh door behind him. In teh kitchen he pours himself a mug of ice cold coffee that probably tastes like shit. He scratches a line through teh man’s name on teh piece of paper with a marker and pins it up on teh fridge with a magnet shaped like a banana. He takes a sip of teh coffee, makes a disgusted face. He pours an inch of teh coffee down teh sink. Four packets of sugar substitute and an inch of half-and-half later and teh coffee is palatable.
“Shit,” Schuldig says to no one, looking for teh oreos, “someone needs to make more coffee.” It is intrinsic to Schuldig’s nature that he will not make more coffee. He finds teh oreos, makes a lot of noise with teh plastic wrapper taking one out. “Nagi. Nagi, I don’t want teh fucking cookie part,” he calls. Nagi will eat teh chocolate while Schuldig eats teh cream inside which is a fucking liar, because it doesn’t taste like cream. It tastes like sugar glop, like really bad icing. Schuldig likes it.Hmmmmm.......interesting......not a surprise, either...... Soooo......Pel--what HAVE you been "doing" to teh guy, eh? 'Cuz he seems-ta' be a bit LESS of a bastard these days............ [And I STILL wonder about his "daddy" potential--EVER teh "optimist", am I....]
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Post by stampededtyphoon on Mar 17, 2005 12:36:49 GMT -5
I knock on teh door of Ryo's place. I smooth out my skirt in an attempt ot look somewhat dignified. He opens teh door. "Oh, Hello. I wasn't expecting anyone.""Sorry if I interupted anything. I just wanted to stop by and bring you something. I made it myself. I hope you like it."I held teh pie out in between us. He looked moved. "Oh, thank you! What's teh occasion?""No occasion. I just felt like it. I heard about your little run in with teh social worker, so I figured you could use a little pick-me-up."I could see tears welling up in his eyes. "I don't know what to say..."I waved my hands, "A simple thank you will suffice."He smiled. "Thank you. Would you like to come in and share a slice with me?"I smile. "That sounds nice."He invites me in and leads me to a table. I look around. I'd never been in one of teh suites before and from teh looks of it, it's kept pretty neat and tidy. He goes into teh kitchen and gets a couple of plates out. He calles out to me, "Would you like some coffee, Mrs. Nagira?"I'm startled that he knows my name since this is teh first time we've officially met. "Oh, no thank you. I don't drink coffee. Only my husband and Gren drink it.""Tea, perhaps?""Yes, that sounds fine," I answer. "Where is everyone?" I ask. Ryo pops his head outta teh doorway. "Dee's at work and teh kids are with their friends. They seem to really like teh school here.""I'm glad. I don't have Bikky in any of my classes since he's not magically inclined, but I do hear from some of teh other teachers. Gren tells me things about some of teh students sometimes.""Is that Mr. Eckener? He co-teaches a music class, am I right?"He brings teh tea and pie out and sets them on teh table. "Yes. He's also my nanny, so he had to have Midvalley take over some of his classs for him."Ryo smiles. He has such a nice smile. So nice I think to myself briefly, 'You know, if I wasn't married and he wasn't gay...'He takes a bite of pie. "This is really good! It's quite tasty!""Thank you. It's my mother's recipe. It's my second one, actually. I had a bit of an 'incident' with teh other one..." I add, dryly. Ryo looked at me puzzled, but said nothing. Well, that's my whole pie story. Pretty lame I know, but oh well... I could probably add more, but I felt it best to cut of where I did. I'm not to familiar with Ryo so I hope I got his character right. I based it mostly from Stampers story... Sorry, I meant to comment on your story yesterday......I think ya' got him JUST RIGHT! In fact, I thought about adding this lil' "Epilogue" of sorts-- Ryo was both surprised and pleased about teh visit from Lady Snapdragon--and teh pie was DELICIOUS [tho' he would hafta' hide it from Bikky and Carol until Dee had a chance for a sample!], but just a trifle "worried?", if that was teh word, about teh fact that everyone seemed to know EVERYONE'S "business" in this strange little "community"--Oh, well, it had been that way back in teh Precinct in NYC, and he had gotten used to THAT......eventually...... "Besides," thought Ryo with a wry smile, "Where ELSE would I receive a pie baked JUST for me by a REAL Queen!?" And he chuckled to himself over his own playful little joke, as he set aside a slice for Dee--a BIG one--and one to take to Gretchen Snipe when he had teh chance...... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As for getting to know Ryo better, have you seen teh "FAKE!" anime, Snap--it's available thru' Netflix, and I assure you there's nothing "worse" than a few deep kisses--it ALSO has some VERY funny moments, too! I haven't actually read teh manga, other than in bits-n'-pieces, but P-kitty's been giving me synopsis' of teh stories, and I've enjoyed it so far.....! As for Ryo's effect on people-- You said: Ryo smiles. He has such a nice smile. So nice I think to myself briefly, 'You know, if I wasn't married and he wasn't gay...'--- That's IT, exactly!!! [And in teh anime, you get more of teh effect of those big brown "Bambi" eyes, too! *Sigh*] But, THAT doesn't mean he's a "push-over", tho'--Ryo CAN have a "hard edge" if someone is STUPID enough to actually make him angry, and he IS both an excellent cop AND a crack shot with a gun!
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Post by lizardali on Mar 17, 2005 12:46:25 GMT -5
I have a suggestion that MIGHT make yer' life "easier" [NO! I DON'T mean elope!!!]--Make Jessie one of yer' Bridesmaids......*ACK!* Don't HIT me until ya' hear me OUT, Woman!!! See, IF she's a Bridesmaid, she HASTA' wear whatever YOU pick out, and THAT way you can keep her from "ruining" yer' Wedding by showing up as a guest in something ABSOLUTELY DREADFUL [which would kinda' "steal yer' thunder" as teh Bride....] AND, it would be a fun way to "torment" her a bit, too! *snicker* No! Cuz I'll probably hafta be a bridesmaid, which means I'll hafta wear it too!
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