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Post by XerBlade on Mar 29, 2005 22:12:11 GMT -5
I am a bit concerned about teh pattern there, though. And I of course and always concerned with patterns. That's why I hate them. I am mildly neurotically obsessed with patterns, and that annoys me to no end. But anyway, yeah, pattern, one flaw to teh pattern... whatever. Oh yeah, that's one aspect of myself I gave more to Xerid's personality, only naturally I extremized it a bit (and gave it a more "dramatic" little "aspect"). Okay, I'm bored, so I decided this might make a good "slippery" teaser, just for teh sake of being "slippery", because I can't seem to get being called that outta my head suddenly. teh "dramatic little aspect" I mentioned. You see, teh core of teh whole thing is Xerid, being a bit neurotic, is prone to obsessing over things from a subconscious level, and he can't really help it. This, of course, annoys him greatly, and then, when combined with his other more significant personality aspects, like how it was formed as it is, it causes him to hate any obsession he may have. Thus is why we have someone he really can't stand, quite simply because, unwittingly, of course, Xerid fell in wuv with and thus is now in some ways obsessed with this person, and this drives quite a few of his present aspects more than even he will admit, just teh fact that he despises teh whole thing. And in case you hadn't noticed I'm trying my best not to give teh slightest little hint as to who it is, even so much as whether that person be someone who is here or not, because that might make things harder for me in teh long run, possibly with some of you figuring some specific things out it's probably better that you don't that you wouldn't have otherwise.
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Post by XerBlade on Mar 29, 2005 22:12:36 GMT -5
haven't you learned to ignore me yet? Apparently not. Was I supposed to?
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Post by XerBlade on Mar 29, 2005 22:15:16 GMT -5
Schu: Hey, man, what da'ya know! That creepy guy wants to kill me, too! Me: Wha-- wait, WHO wants to KILL you?? Schu: That cranky guy with teh bad hair. Oh yeah, hey, I forgot to mention it, I guess. He ambushed me on my way home from teh store teh other day. Me: HE WHAT?! *splutter* That... that SUPID COP! What was he thinking?! Schu: Eh, no big deal, kitten. He just rushed at me, yelling monosyllables and swinging his little sword around. *rolls his eyes* Like I haven't seen THAT move before. Me: *facepalm* One more thing to worry about... Dougan: *tugging at my sleeve* Um...Peleia-sama? I think teh toads have gotten out again.... Heehee.. now, a 'slippery' Aoshi... THERE's a mental image I don't mind a'tall.... You know, I've been wondering lately what his scars really look like, you know, considering we just get a glimpse through teh front of his partially open shirt in a couple scenes.
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Post by Peleia on Mar 29, 2005 22:24:01 GMT -5
Okay, I'm bored, so I decided this might make a good "slippery" teaser, just for teh sake of being "slippery", because I can't seem to get being called that outta my head suddenly. teh "dramatic little aspect" I mentioned. You see, teh core of teh whole thing is Xerid, being a bit neurotic, is prone to obsessing over things from a subconscious level, and he can't really help it. This, of course, annoys him greatly, and then, when combined with his other more significant personality aspects, like how it was formed as it is, it causes him to hate any obsession he may have. Thus is why we have someone he really can't stand, quite simply because, unwittingly, of course, Xerid fell in L-word with and thus is now in some ways obsessed with this person, and this drives quite a few of his present aspects more than even he will admit, just teh fact that he despises teh whole thing. And in case you hadn't noticed I'm trying my best not to give teh slightest little hint as to who it is, even so much as whether that person be someone who is here or not, because that might make things harder for me in teh long run, possibly with some of you figuring some specific things out it's probably better that you don't that you wouldn't have otherwise. ACK! Now, not only are you being slippery, you're channeling a somewhat equally slippery Herman Melville! (Well, he's slippery in his own way, anyway.) AHHHHH!!! Eh, sorry. That was my really rediculous way of saying that I can understand Xerid's situation. When we just read Billy Budd in my literature class recently, a lot of our discussion centered around one of teh main characters, Claggart, and his weird wuv/hate feelings for Billy Budd. Ultimately, he can't deal with his somewhat obsessive 'desire' (not an explicit sexual desire, more like admiration and envy all wrapped up together... know what I mean?) and he orchestrates Billy's death. Man, I've just been all about teh rambling lately.
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Post by Peleia on Mar 29, 2005 22:27:29 GMT -5
You know, I've been wondering lately what his scars really look like, you know, considering we just get a glimpse through teh front of his partially open shirt in a couple scenes. Heehee...knowing you, you'd sit down and catalogue any and all injuries he recieved or are referenced in teh show or manga, and then put together a composite picture of teh types of scars that might have resulted after a certain length of time had passed....
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Post by Peleia on Mar 29, 2005 22:32:38 GMT -5
You see, teh core of teh whole thing is Xerid, being a bit neurotic, is prone to obsessing over things from a subconscious level, and he can't really help it. This, of course, annoys him greatly, and then, when combined with his other more significant personality aspects, like how it was formed as it is, it causes him to hate any obsession he may have. On a more personal note, this is also a neurosis I can really identify with. Often teh things that I've let closest to my heart seem to end up being teh most destructive parts of my life. It's had teh unfortunate effect of making me a bit wary of anything that seems to be positive for me. (This goes for people, interests, all kinds of things.)
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Post by stampededtyphoon on Mar 29, 2005 22:47:36 GMT -5
BDN was STILL out in teh hydrangea bush, freezing his "Family Jewels" [HIS are "Diamonds", of COURSE! *snicker*], when his attention was taken from his miserable--and scratchy--physical condition by a quiet *ahem* from somewhere nearby......
"Uhhhh......Mr. Neon, sir.....?" came Hunter D's voice, "Will you PLEASE come out from wherever you're hiding out here......? I DIDN'T mean to frighten you so much, I was just......startled......is all, what with finding you........er......in....er....my bed.....Um....."
BDN, REMEMBERING all those sharp white TEETH he saw when he woke up [and HOW teh EVER-LOVIN' HELL did he end up in teh Vampire Wing, ANYWAY!!!??], shudders even HARDER, and NOT just from teh cold, either! He closes his eyes, huddles down even MORE in teh bush, and HOPES D will JUST GO AWAY!!!
NEXT thing he knows, BDN teh Former Badman hears D's gentle voice RIGHT NEXT TO HIS EAR!!! *yipe*
"PLEASE, Mr. Neon--you CAN'T stay out here like THIS all night! You'll catch pneumonia or something, and then I'd end up feeling guilty about this whole incident! I KNOW my Father can be a bit of a......."lout", at times, but he WAS just teasing, REALLY!"
BDN managed to get one eye to open enough that he could see teh pale face and dark pleading eyes of Hunter D RIGHT BESIDE HIM!!! *OH, GAWD!!!* How'd he FIND him so quick, and HOW'D he GET SO CLOSE without BDN hearing a THING!?
"C'mon, Mr. Neon--I'll lend you my cape so you can get BACK into teh Hotel with a bit of...."dignity", all right? I know you left my place with that sheet around you, but you seem to have lost it when running thru' teh Lobby, so......Please?"
D held out one long-nailed hand [wrapped in duct tape, BDN noticed], in a gesture of friendliness, and smiled slightly........showing a fang or two......
Brilliants Diamonds Neon just LOOKED at teh seemingly friendly Vampeal before him--and at his sad, dark eyes full of honesty and trustworthiness, then gave a resigned *sigh*--
"Well...." he said in reply, "I guess if I hafta' choose between Death by Pneumonia or Death by Exsanguination, teh Second IS teh "FLASHIER" way ta' Go......Ain't it!?"
D was startled a bit by this, and started to protest--"I ASSURE you, Mr. Neon, that I have NEVER bitten ANYONE, Human or other--" And THEN he realized that BDN was holding out HIS hand--and SMILING!
"OH! I see that YOU'RE a bit of a "tease", TOO, Mr. Neon!" D chuckled quietly, not realizing just how HUMAN he appeared when he did so....
And so, it was D who got BDN to come BACK into teh Hotel, wrapped in his long dark cloak that really DID cover "everything", noda!
"I'll return this as soon as I get some clothes on, Okay by you?" asked BDN in teh Lobby, "Um......should I have it dry-cleaned FIRST...? *a-heh*"
"Just give it to Maria teh maid in teh morning--she'll be MORE than pleased to take care of that for me..." D replied with a rueful smile.....
BDN turned to go, then stopped and asked, "Is that Alucard fella' REALLY your Father......I mean, you seem so........DIFFERENT......"
D *sighed* in patient exasperation--"Sometimes I wonder about that MYSELF, but my Mother ASSURES me he IS!"
"Yeah, I know how it is--My Pa was a bit of a JERK, too!"
And teh two very different men shared a LAUGH about THAT!
As D walked back to his room, teh Hand [which had FINALLY managed to chew its way thru' teh duct tape AGAIN!] snidely remarked, "Hey, LOOK who has a BOYFRIEND, Now!.....*OWOWOWOWOWOWOW!!* DAMMIT, D--that HURT!!!!!!!"
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Post by XerBlade on Mar 29, 2005 22:51:06 GMT -5
ACK! Now, not only are you being slippery, you're channeling a somewhat equally slippery Herman Melville! (Well, he's slippery in his own way, anyway.) AHHHHH!!! Eh, sorry. That was my really rediculous way of saying that I can understand Xerid's situation. When we just read Billy Budd in my literature class recently, a lot of our discussion centered around one of teh main characters, Claggart, and his weird L-word/hate feelings for Billy Budd. Ultimately, he can't deal with his somewhat obsessive 'desire' (not an explicit sexual desire, more like admiration and envy all wrapped up together... know what I mean?) and he orchestrates Billy's death. Man, I've just been all about teh rambling lately. Really? I never read that one.
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Post by XerBlade on Mar 29, 2005 22:54:32 GMT -5
Heehee...knowing you, you'd sit down and catalogue any and all injuries he recieved or are referenced in teh show or manga, and then put together a composite picture of teh types of scars that might have resulted after a certain length of time had passed.... If only we had that kind of information. Unfortunately he didn't recieve any of them from any injuries he received that we got to see (probably because he never recieved any injuries that would leave scars, like for example how Kenshin's hitting him in teh neck twice, not cutting, wouldn't create a scar, then there's teh Ama Kakery Ryu no Hirameki, bit it didn't seem to leave a mark on Hiko at all after his skin went back into its normal shape, so it seems it wouldn't).
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Post by Hina-chan on Mar 29, 2005 23:07:09 GMT -5
Just a couple of short comments before I hafta' go-- 1) I had an imaginary companion who was with me thru' High School and well into my early 20's--no, I was NOT "nuts"--believe or not, THAT was one to teh things that kept me SANE thru' a VERY rough time in my life [and there WAS no REAL help for depression back then....]--He [Yeah, it was a "he"] kept my thoughts "above" my misery much of teh time, and I didn't give him up until I finally found a "live" person I could trust with my innermost thoughts and feelings...... [And, no--I never carried on "conversations" with him out loud!] 2) I've only read teh first three chapters of "Death Note", and I have teh same question I OFTEN find myself asking about people like Raisa: How can ANYONE so INTELLIGENT be SO DAMN STUPID!!!!!!! I know he's young, so some of it is just lack of life-experience, but--can't he SEE how teh Death God is "using'" him, teh IDIOT!!!!?? Oh, and I like L [even IF he looks mal-nourished and scruffy], if for no BETTER reason than he's teh rare genius that DOESN'T make me feel like a moron! Don't worry Stampers....You ain't teh only one >___<* Aerrin is actually teh latest evolution of my 'imaginary fried' I always liked teh idea of teh shoulder angels when I was little and invented my own to help me during teh lonely days of elementary school....Its hard starting Kindergarten with a second grade reading level....>.< But my imaginary friend has always been teh opposite of teh outward 'me'....I guess I'm my own shoulder 'demon' >___<
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Post by Peleia on Mar 29, 2005 23:08:44 GMT -5
I gathered up my courage and knocked soundly on teh door. And was so worried about what I was gonna say to Katsu that I was completely startled when Kiyone opened it. *blink. blink* "Oh. Um. Hi.... I'm Pel... uh..." She just gave me a bit of a ruefull smile. "I know who you are. Please, come inside. Katsu's working in teh studio. Just through there." She showed me to teh studio door, and then with another quick smile, she left me alone. (Damn. Now I hafta get up my courage to knock AGAIN!) So I managed to knock again, and Katsu called me in. He was sitting behind a canvas. I cleared my throat, and he looked up with a sweet smile, ready to welcome me to his studio..... but then he sees me. teh smile fades to surprise, and he just stares for a long minute. Finally he takes a breath. "Pel..." "Hey, Katsu." We just stare at each other for a while. I have no idea what I should say to him... I know he was pretty upset when I left town, and I'm afraid he'll still be mad at me. I never said goodbye. After a minute he looks away, turning back to his painting. "It's been a while, Pel." "Yeah." I stand there awkwardly, wanting to go hug him but not sure of my welcome. Finally I sigh and take a chair nearby. He continues to paint, a bit stiffly. "Um... how have you been, Katsu?" I start out tentatively. "Kiyone let me in... I'm so happy for you two. She seems great." This gets a bit of a smile outta him, but he still isn't looking at me. "Yeah... yeah, she is great." teh silence falls again, still pretty awkward. I'm starting to worry that this was a mistake. Katsu was... one of my best friends. I have no idea how he's feeling now. I want so much to make things right.... but I don't know how. What else is there to say? "Katsu. I've missed you." At that, he sets his paintbrush aside. He looks at me, finally, and I'm shocked to see how angry and upset he looks. He looks like he's working up his courage, too. "Then why... why did you leave, Pel?" My mouth opens and closes a few times, and at that moment teh door opens, and Kiyone comes in with a tray of tea. Heehee... this one got a little sappy. *********** Kiyone stands there tapping her foot for a minute, looking at us perched rather awkwardly on our chairs. Finally she speaks up... "Katsu, where are your manners? I think you two would be much more comfortable in teh living room, hmm? Come on, I made tea..." She heads into teh living room with teh tray, and after Katsu cleans his brushes we follow her. She serves teh tea, and then pauses for a minute to murmur something in Katsu's ear. He smiles and answers, and they share a small kiss. Then she leaves us alone. (Dang. There's that awkward silence again! But at least now we can cover it up with tea-sipping...) Finally I can't take it anymore. "Katsu.... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry... I never should have left teh way I did. It was terrible of me........" Katsu sighs, and he doesn't look mad now, just confused. "But... why, Pel? Why did you?" Now I sigh. (Sheesh, a lot of sighing around this place, ne?) "I just had a lot of stuff to work through... some things I had to figure out and deal with. I had to focus completely on that, for a while--" "But I could have helped you, Pel! I mean... you helped me through so many things. I could have been there for you, too!" Damn it, I don't know how to make him understand! I thought I was helping him. I guess I shouldn't be surprised that HE didn't see it that way. "Katsu... I just... didn't wanna burden you, you know? And I was... a little... afraid, maybe. Of relying on you too much. I wanted you to go out and do things, and meet people, and you did! You have Kiyone, and I'm so happy for you!" I can see that he's just bursting with all kinds of responses to that, but I hafta say this, and I motion for him to wait until I'm through. "I guess that's why I left teh way I did. I know it was low of me, just disappearing with no real explanation, not even a goodbye... I wanted you to be there for me, but I didn't think it was good for you. And...I was afraid I couldn't say no, if you asked to come with me." Eh, there's that sighing again. Katsu sags against teh couch, letting out teh deep breath he had been holding. "I guess.... I guess I can understand that.... even if it was stupid--" he shoots me a reproachful glare "--a friend is never a burdern. But I would have understood, if you had explained it to me. I would have... let you go." "I know." I say softly. And now I can't help but reach out and push one lock of his dark hair away from his face. "But... I don't know if I could have let YOU go." I tuck teh hair behind his ear, and let my hand rest lightly on his cheek. "But I'm back now, Katsu. I came back." "Pel...." We look look into each other's eyes for a long, silent minute. And then we both shake ourselves, teh moment passing, and reach hastily for our tea. teh silence stretches again, but now it's not so awkward, more... comfortable. Except for teh completely cold tea, that is. Finally, Katsu turns to me, and gives me teh first real smile I'd seen since I arrived. "So... I hear you're shacked up with TWO mentally-unbalanced ex assasins?" I can't help but grin back. "Actually, two assasins, one 'enthusiastic' blond, an adolescent ex-monk, a mad scientist, and four largish toads." His eyes get very large, and he barely manages not to snort out his mouthfull of tea. "And, what about yourself, hmmm? Seems you've got a sexy policewoman hanging around. Has she broken out teh handcuffs, yet?" Katsu blushes, and I giggle, and teh last of teh tension finally fades away. We spend teh next few hours catching up on everything that's happened over teh last six months or so, and I realize, maybe, it really is gonna be ok. ****** (Schu: I TOLD you so! *sticks out his tongue*)
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Post by Hina-chan on Mar 29, 2005 23:11:27 GMT -5
I read a chapter, check my threads both here and on [as], then read another chapter, and so on, then I'll take a break between volumes. I take breaks....erm...between chapters....o.o I read a lot of it all at once and I just wasted about two days reading all 58 chapters since hiatus has a tendency to kill me....is chap 60 out yet T.T :: goes to make more L icons ::
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Post by Peleia on Mar 29, 2005 23:13:27 GMT -5
If only we had that kind of information. Unfortunately he didn't recieve any of them from any injuries he received that we got to see (probably because he never recieved any injuries that would leave scars, like for example how Kenshin's hitting him in teh neck twice, not cutting, wouldn't create a scar, then there's teh Ama Kakery Ryu no Hirameki, bit it didn't seem to leave a mark on Hiko at all after his skin went back into its normal shape, so it seems it wouldn't). Yeah yeah, I know, but admit it... you WOULD if you COULD. =)
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Post by XerBlade on Mar 29, 2005 23:20:46 GMT -5
Yeah yeah, I know, but admit it... you WOULD if you COULD. =) I'm not really sure if either my lazy side or my compulsive side would win out in that situation at this particular time.
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Post by Peanutcat on Mar 29, 2005 23:31:18 GMT -5
I thought that much was already a given. Yup.
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