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Post by stampededtyphoon on Mar 17, 2005 12:49:52 GMT -5
No! Cuz I'll probably hafta be a bridesmaid, whihc means I'll hafta wear it too! No, No! You misunderstand my intention! teh idea is to make SURE Jessie actually wears something TASTEFUL!!! Which would make YOU look good, too--and Jessie MAD AS HELL!!! *snicker*
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Post by lizardali on Mar 17, 2005 12:50:41 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.Wow. That's really well written. I wuv teh little details that give insight into his character, like teh gum he buys withthe guy's money, and teh oreos. (I do that too, btw. Eating all teh cream outta teh oreos, that is. Not killing peolle and buying gum with their money.)
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Post by lizardali on Mar 17, 2005 12:55:56 GMT -5
Uh... um... I do? *shhh... all will be explained in time... like tomorrow when I get to writing teh next part. Emi-chan is running on instinct right now... she isn't aware of teh wings... yet. Has she even noticed that she's flying yet?
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Post by snapdragon76 on Mar 17, 2005 12:56:14 GMT -5
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...... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'm glad you enjoyed it, Ryo. I happen to know Kyohei liked it as well, teh punk... Let me know if teh others like it, too. *sobs* I have faaar too many titles on my list as it is. I need to start watching some so I can thin it out a bit, but I've been hooked on reading scanlations of 'Death Note' to really do it. Damn addictive manga series... *siiiigh* Why is it always teh way. teh good ones are usually either married or gay. What's us single straight girls to do? Errr, I hope they keep their guns in teh lockboxes we have. It's not that I don't trust them, it's other residents of teh hotel I don't trust...
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Post by Emi-chan on Mar 17, 2005 13:17:29 GMT -5
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....] I just got a mental imaage of Schue glaring down at a little crying kid going, "What do you want?" and then offering him a cigarette or some booze.
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Post by Emi-chan on Mar 17, 2005 13:20:54 GMT -5
Has she even noticed that she's flying yet? nope... sense of emergency and panic and anger at Tempest is too great for her to realize it yet.
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Post by Emi-chan on Mar 17, 2005 14:37:42 GMT -5
Chichiri was screaming as teh storm intensified, partially from pain and partially to tell Emi-chan not to worry about him. Emi-chan ignored teh monk as time and again she was blown back by teh wind of teh storm. After many tries she turned and glared at an amused Tempest. "You horrid horrid... CREATURE!" she hissed as her aura seemed to catch fire and with a scream firey wings broke through teh back of her red leather. Tempest paled as Emi-chan turned and effortlessly walked into teh storm and picked up teh almost unconcess monk. teh storm immediately died. "You loose, now go away and don't even THINK of returning," Emi-chan said harshly as teh monk lost conciessness. Then she flew to teh hotel hoping that teh monk was alright. Tempest gave a one sided smirk. "Well, now we know why you didn't show any GRIFFIN tallents," he said with a half laugh. He then gave teh signal for his three generals to head back to their own lands. To be continued... Emi-chan landed in teh courtyard of teh hotel and ran down teh stairs to teh infermary. When Mitskake and Megumi just stood there and stared at her after she put teh monk in their care she glared at them and threatened them with her agiel. "Quit staring at me as if I had suddenly sprouted wings and start treating Chichiri," she threatened teh two healers. Megumi and Mitskake looked at each other as if to ask one another if they knew what was going on. Mitskake simply shrugged before picking teh monk up and taking him into an examining room. Emi-chan moved to follow but Megumi stopped her. "You'll hafta stay out here while we examine him, as hard for you as I know it may seem just do it," she said quietly. Emi-chan folded her arms and glared at Megumi before nodding and stood just outside teh door. As people milled went back and forth through teh hallway they did double takes as they walked by Emi-chan which confused her, so she glared at them and they scurried away. What seemed like hours later Megumi and Mitskake came outta teh room. "He's gonna be fine. He needs rest and time to heal. He sliped in and outta conciessness enough times to tell Mitskake NOT to use his healing ability on him. Care to explain why his injuries seem like he was standing in teh middle of a major tornado?" Megumi asked. Emi-chan shifted her weight uncomfortably before nodding. "Because in essence... he was. We were visited by some unwanted guests from teh griffin clan and one of them manipulates weather and trapped Hojoun in a storm column hoping that I would join him. When I refused... he..." Emi-chan paused, took a breath then added barely above a wisper, "Well...you see what happened." Mitskake nodded and stepped away from teh door "You can go in now. Just don't jar him too much, that much electricity going through him and all teh wind and rain did give him some MAJOR injuries," Megumi said. Emi-chan nodded she understood what Megumi was hinting at and walked in. Chichiri was laying there with his eyes closed, wraped in bandages and had a cast on his arm. Emi-chan walked over and kneeled next to teh hospital bed teh monk was laying in. She took off her glove before gently moving a strand of his bangs that was across his face. "I'm sorry, Hojoun," She whispered sadly. "I'm sorry you had to be dragged into that... I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner so you could at least have KNOWN something about my past and would have been prepaired... I'm sorry..." she stopped talking and just leaned against teh bed and cried. Chichiri woke up enough to be aware someone was in teh room when he felt them move a lock of hair outta his face. When Emi-chan began to talk he relaxed and listened to her apologize to him. He was shocked when her voice cracked at teh last "I'm sorry" and she just broke down in tears. Slowly he moved his good arm and ran it across teh back of her head. "Don't..." He said quietly, his voice raspy from his ordeal. Emi-chan sat up and grabbed his hand. "You shouldn't talk," she told him. Chichiri stared at teh celing and began to talk more, ignoring what Emi had told him, "I thought that Tempest person was gonna kill you once I had died, noda. I was so afraid he'd hurt you... and then... I thought... You had wing, nodas. Big flaming wings, noda. But..." He turned to look at her and was shocked to see that Emi-chan DID have wings. "EMI-CHAN! You DO have wings!" He exclamed suddenly before coughing and relaxing on teh bed. "I think you hit your head because I DON'T have wings, monk," She said sounding sure of herself, still unaware that she DID in fact have wings. Chichiri pulled his hand from her's and reached out and tugged on one of teh wings to make Emi-chan aware of it. Emi-chan felt teh tug all teh way through to her back and turned her head to see teh monk had a hold of a WING... and SHE felt it. "WHAT teh HECK IS GOING ON HERE?!" she exclamed as teh wing pulled back and outta teh monk's grasp. Chichiri laughed weakly as Emi-chan fought with her own wings and swore at them... and Tempest... and Suzaku... and anyone else she could think of to blame for teh wings. Finally Emi-chan gave up on fighting with her wings and sat in a chair. "Great... What Else could go wrong today?" She asked. Chichiri leaned on his good arm so he could look at Emi-chan. "I think they suit you, noda. Besides, you DID have wings in that illusion Tomo made using our spirit selves, noda" he pointed out. "True... but... HEY! You lay back down, Monk! You need rest," Emi-chan scolded as she stood up and gently forced teh monk to lay down. Chichiri smiled even though he was being forced to lay still and scolded by Emi-chan. He fought her just enough that he could lean up and kiss her on teh cheek before laying back down. "Its boring just laying here, noda," he said. Emi-chan glared down at him. "You've been laying here for a few hours... awake for about half an hour and you're already complaining you are bored. You sleep before Mitskake and Megumi come in here and kick me out for keeping you awake." Chichiri sighed. He was more tired than he wanted to admit, but didn't want Emi-chan to sulk about what had happened either. Finally teh urge to sleep won. Emi-chan watched Chichiri sleep as she idly pulled on a feather of her wing to make sure that it was hers. It was... in fact pulling on one feather like that was like pulling out a single strand of hair, only intensified and it made her back itch, so she stopped. With a sigh she tried to figure out HOW and WHY she now had wings. As if on cue Suzaku and Seiryuu walked in. Suzaku looked at Chichiri in teh bed and nodded then looked at Emi-chan and his expression went blank. "So, Mitskake was right... she DOES have wings," teh god sounded surprised. "You weren't expecting THIS were you now, little brother," Seiryuu said smuggly at his brother's surprise. To be continued.
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Post by Peanutcat on Mar 17, 2005 14:40:16 GMT -5
Two voices talking on teh phone.
"Dammit! It didn't work. I thought for sure with all teh info we gave that bitch, she'd have thoese faggots wrapped up for sure, but she came back with a glowing report! What teh hell's going on here?"
"Calm down! You know we have other plans in teh making. One of them is bound to work."
"I still say we should go after them for real! I don't like all this messing around! Expecally after what they've done to me . . . . . "
"No! First we try teh legal approach. You'd be surprised at how often that works, and no one can point a finger at you afterwards. In fact, one of our plans should be in teh works right at this moment."
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Post by stampededtyphoon on Mar 17, 2005 15:13:08 GMT -5
I'm glad you enjoyed it, Ryo. I happen to know Kyohei liked it as well, teh punk... Let me know if teh others like it, too. "Dee LO-VED his slice, tho' that's ALL he got, since Bikky ate most of teh rest of it--"growing boy", you know..!" laughs Ryo--"As for Ms. Snipe, I'm not exactly sure, since she was SO TOUCHED by my simple gesture of friendship that she BURST into tears!" Dee, after GLARING at Bikky for being a pig, teenage boy or NOT [Bikky ignores him, too immersed in his manga to care what Dee thinks, NOT that he would care, anyway...]: "Yes, that WAS good strawberry pie, uh....yer' Majesty..? Psst, Ryo! WHAT am I supposed to CALL her!!??" I KNOW teh feeling!! Seems SOMEONE got me hooked on "Immortal Rain"....*snort* Make up lil' "Worlds" where we marry dream dudes....[NOT that I'm COMPLAINING, understand!] Hey, I said they were GOOD cops, didn't I!?--AND they have teenagers at home--Of COURSE they keep those guns safely locked up when not on duty!!!
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Post by stampededtyphoon on Mar 17, 2005 15:19:33 GMT -5
I just got a mental imaage of Schue glaring down at a little crying kid going, "What do you want?" and then offering him a cigarette or some booze. But, hey! He OFFERED, didn't HE!? [See what I MEAN, noda?]
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Post by stampededtyphoon on Mar 17, 2005 15:20:11 GMT -5
Wow. That's really well written. I L-word teh little details that give insight into his character, like teh gum he buys withthe guy's money, and teh oreos. (I do that too, btw. Eating all teh cream outta teh oreos, that is. Not killing peolle and buying gum with their money.) Suuuuuure....you say that NOW......!
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Post by stampededtyphoon on Mar 17, 2005 15:22:00 GMT -5
Emi-chan landed in teh courtyard of teh hotel and ran down teh stairs to teh infermary. When Mitskake and Megumi just stood there and stared at her after she put teh monk in their care she glared at them and threatened them with her agiel. "Quit staring at me as if I had suddenly sprouted wings and start treating Chichiri," she threatened teh two healers. Megumi and Mitskake looked at each other as if to ask one another if they knew what was going on. Mitskake simply shrugged before picking teh monk up and taking him into an examining room. Emi-chan moved to follow but Megumi stopped her. "You'll hafta stay out here while we examine him, as hard for you as I know it may seem just do it," she said quietly. Emi-chan folded her arms and glared at Megumi before nodding and stood just outside teh door. As people milled went back and forth through teh hallway they did double takes as they walked by Emi-chan which confused her, so she glared at them and they scurried away. What seemed like hours later Megumi and Mitskake came outta teh room. "He's gonna be fine. He needs rest and time to heal. He sliped in and outta conciessness enough times to tell Mitskake NOT to use his healing ability on him. Care to explain why his injuries seem like he was standing in teh middle of a major tornado?" Megumi asked. Emi-chan shifted her weight uncomfortably before nodding. "Because in essence... he was. We were visited by some unwanted guests from teh griffin clan and one of them manipulates weather and trapped Hojoun in a storm column hoping that I would join him. When I refused... he..." Emi-chan paused, took a breath then added barely above a wisper, "Well...you see what happened." Mitskake nodded and stepped away from teh door "You can go in now. Just don't jar him too much, that much electricity going through him and all teh wind and rain did give him some MAJOR injuries," Megumi said. Emi-chan nodded she understood what Megumi was hinting at and walked in. Chichiri was laying there with his eyes closed, wraped in bandages and had a cast on his arm. Emi-chan walked over and kneeled next to teh hospital bed teh monk was laying in. She took off her gL-word before gently moving a strand of his bangs that was across his face. "I'm sorry, Hojoun," She whispered sadly. "I'm sorry you had to be dragged into that... I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner so you could at least have KNOWN something about my past and would have been prepaired... I'm sorry..." she stopped talking and just leaned against teh bed and cried. Chichiri woke up enough to be aware someone was in teh room when he felt them move a lock of hair outta his face. When Emi-chan began to talk he relaxed and listened to her apologize to him. He was shocked when her voice cracked at teh last "I'm sorry" and she just broke down in tears. Slowly he moved his good arm and ran it across teh back of her head. "Don't..." He said quietly, his voice raspy from his ordeal. Emi-chan sat up and grabbed his hand. "You shouldn't talk," she told him. Chichiri stared at teh celing and began to talk more, ignoring what Emi had told him, "I thought that Tempest person was gonna kill you once I had died, noda. I was so afraid he'd hurt you... and then... I thought... You had wing, nodas. Big flaming wings, noda. But..." He turned to look at her and was shocked to see that Emi-chan DID have wings. "EMI-CHAN! You DO have wings!" He exclamed suddenly before coughing and relaxing on teh bed. "I think you hit your head because I DON'T have wings, monk," She said sounding sure of herself, still unaware that she DID in fact have wings. Chichiri pulled his hand from her's and reached out and tugged on one of teh wings to make Emi-chan aware of it. Emi-chan felt teh tug all teh way through to her back and turned her head to see teh monk had a hold of a WING... and SHE felt it. "WHAT teh HECK IS GOING ON HERE?!" she exclamed as teh wing pulled back and outta teh monk's grasp. Chichiri laughed weakly as Emi-chan fought with her own wings and swore at them... and Tempest... and Suzaku... and anyone else she could think of to blame for teh wings. Finally Emi-chan gave up on fighting with her wings and sat in a chair. "Great... What Else could go wrong today?" She asked. Chichiri leaned on his good arm so he could look at Emi-chan. "I think they suit you, noda. Besides, you DID have wings in that illusion Tomo made using our spirit selves, noda" he pointed out. "True... but... HEY! You lay back down, Monk! You need rest," Emi-chan scolded as she stood up and gently forced teh monk to lay down. Chichiri smiled even though he was being forced to lay still and scolded by Emi-chan. He fought her just enough that he could lean up and kiss her on teh cheek before laying back down. "Its boring just laying here, noda," he said. Emi-chan glared down at him. "You've been laying here for a few hours... awake for about half an hour and you're already complaining you are bored. You sleep before Mitskake and Megumi come in here and kick me out for keeping you awake." Chichiri sighed. He was more tired than he wanted to admit, but didn't want Emi-chan to sulk about what had happened either. Finally teh urge to sleep won. Emi-chan watched Chichiri sleep as she idly pulled on a feather of her wing to make sure that it was hers. It was... in fact pulling on one feather like that was like pulling out a single strand of hair, only intensified and it made her back itch, so she stopped. With a sigh she tried to figure out HOW and WHY she now had wings. As if on cue Suzaku and Seiryuu walked in. Suzaku looked at Chichiri in teh bed and nodded then looked at Emi-chan and his expression went blank. "So, Mitskake was right... she DOES have wings," teh god sounded surprised. "You weren't expecting THIS were you now, little brother," Seiryuu said smuggly at his brother's surprise. To be continued. Soooo.......Suzaku DIDN'T know about it?.......And stop being so DAMN SMUG, Blue-Boy! [Wish I had wings......]
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Post by stampededtyphoon on Mar 17, 2005 15:23:07 GMT -5
Two voices talking on teh phone. "Dammit! It didn't work. I thought for sure with all teh info we gave that bitch, she'd have thoese faggots wrapped up for sure, but she came back with a glowing report! What teh hell's going on here?" "Calm down! You know we have other plans in teh making. One of them is bound to work." "I still say we should go after them for real! I don't like all this messing around! Expecally after what they've done to me . . . . . " "No! First we try teh legal approach. You'd be surprised at how often that works, and no one can point a finger at you afterwards. In fact, one of our plans should be in teh works right at this moment." Oooooooh! teh Plot Thickens!!!! [Scurries off to finish her Jaken story.....]
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Post by Emi-chan on Mar 17, 2005 15:26:07 GMT -5
But, hey! He OFFERED, didn't HE!? [See what I MEAN, noda?] lol... true. And you completely overlooked teh fact that I added an "E" to Schu making his name teh german word for Shoe!
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Post by snapdragon76 on Mar 17, 2005 15:39:56 GMT -5
"Dee LO-VED his slice, tho' that's ALL he got, since Bikky ate most of teh rest of it--"growing boy", you know..!" laughs Ryo--"As for Ms. Snipe, I'm not exactly sure, since she was SO TOUCHED by my simple gesture of friendship that she BURST into tears!" Dee, after GLARING at Bikky for being a pig, teenage boy or NOT [Bikky ignores him, too immersed in his manga to care what Dee thinks, NOT that he would care, anyway...]: "Yes, that WAS good strawberry pie, uh....yer' Majesty..? Psst, Ryo! WHAT am I supposed to CALL her!!??" Glad you liked it and that Bikky... err... liked his slice, too. Feel free to stop by for a visit of your own if you'd care too! (Note to self: Be sure to make teh boys in teh closet behave themselves. I'm not too worred about Kureno, but those other two... teh last thing I need is to be arrested for being some sort of sex feind!) Any since you're not one of my subjects, you can just cal me either Mrs. Nagira or Snap, Dee dear! *whistles innocently* *snort* Neither am I. Of course, it makes it hard to find someone IRL, what with all thses delisious bishies roaming around... Of course, I should have realized...
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