Athena (
everlastingsoul) wrote2006-07-21 04:43 pm
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white_aster because it looked fun
You give me a summary for a story that I never wrote -- for example, "The crossover where Hojo was in charge of the Asura Project!" Prompt with as much detail as you feel is necessary, including pairings and warnings if you're so inspired.
I give you a line from a crucial scene in the unwritten story.
"The brand on his arm throbs, hot lines of pain and change streaking out from it, and Zack feels his flesh twisting, burning, reforming, and the voice in the back of his head howls feed me."
AUs and crack utterly welcome; Suikoden fandom preferred, but I'll do other fandoms, too. I reserve the right to get carried away with the "unwritten" story.
I give you a line from a crucial scene in the unwritten story.
"The brand on his arm throbs, hot lines of pain and change streaking out from it, and Zack feels his flesh twisting, burning, reforming, and the voice in the back of his head howls feed me."
AUs and crack utterly welcome; Suikoden fandom preferred, but I'll do other fandoms, too. I reserve the right to get carried away with the "unwritten" story.
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With the intense passion that other dwarves only focused towards their most intricate of beaten tunnels, he curled his stocky, gnarled fingers around Arshtat's. His eyes were kind; his beard, sooty. "Well, lass, I 'aven been lighting fires for a good while now, but ye kin bet you're the first human ever."
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Helmut continued to stare down at the deck as he was secured to the base of the mast, his hands tightly bound behind him. "No, but you had every opportunity to throw yourself overboard."
"I don't consider suicide much of an option."
The younger ex-Kooluk officer glared. "It didn't stop you in El-Eal, did it?"
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Warnings: Crack pairing written only for shits and giggles ahead.
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Discipline. The boy needed discipline.
And there was only one type that he could think of that would do the job.
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Mathiu: I don't see what the problem is, Shu?! This should be simple! It should just come naturally! Like...trying to teach a stripper to ride a mechanical bull!!!
*bows*
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"A great man does not live in an all-but deserted, burnt town for years on end. A better term would be 'loony.'"
It was enough to send the seven-year-old running for his mother.
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Milich, Viktor and Vincent De Boule-- How Imperial Love was conceived.
Warnings: Melons and unconventional use of cats.
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"Isn't it just?" sighed the former general, continuing to write down ideas for his developing novel. "Oh yes, sweet melons of Rockland, you shall have your day in the sun."
Viktor's brow twitched as he listened to the two, quietly grumbling that Flik had conveniently forgotten about an appointment with Lepant. And thus here he was, Viktor the Bear, the reluctant guest of two of-- no, the most flowery individuals in all of Toran. "Tir wasn't in Rockland for melons, Milich."
Milich was not upset by his disagreement with his creative liberties. "But buying melons for fair General Shulen and Sorceress Windy sounds much more lovely than fighting ruffians, doesn't it?"
"Rockland doesn't even have melons. It has rocks."
Vincent laughed gaily at that. "Oh, you poor man, you and your rocks. Yes, of course Rockland has rocks!" He leaned over his tea to speak to Milich. "Did you consider my other suggestion, my dear friend?"
"Do you mean the quite romantic affair between Mina and her beloved admirer Romeo? But of course! I have even written a dance number and song to fully capture the heartbreak!"
(*stops before she gets carried away*)
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"Stop telling me what to do." Caesar's tired anger barely reached his eyes as he gazed over at his brother. "What are you doing here? Are you here to gloat?"
Albert appeared unfazed by his brother's weariness, nonchalantly slipping his left hand into his pocket. "Were you not the one that won the war?"
"We both know who won." There was a bitter note attached to the admission. "Runes, you are such an ass."
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So much I spam you with typos.
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One of those things, however, now stood before him and Fayt.
It was frustrating. It was disturbing.
But mostly, it was damn annoying.
"Why does she keep crying?" growled the short-tempered man, clicking his claw blades together dangerously.
"She's a ghost," Fayt replied logically. "I think she has good reason to be crying."
"Good reason or not, she's loud and obnoxious. Can I kill her?"
"She's a ghost," the young man pressed.
"I'll find a way," Albel mumbled, glaring murderously.
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The woman had been the first. She had screamed loudly, shrilly, and her choked-on death cries still echoed through the huge passageway long after she had been beheaded. His blade had moved instinctively.
The babe, wrapped in swaddling cloth, met a brutal and sudden end as it was picked up from where it had fallen and thrown quite violently to the floor.
Even amidst the blood and carnage, the materialized creature shivered and threw back its head to laugh. He looked at his flesh and blood fingers, the long tendrils of hair dangling in front of his face that shone with sweat. A glance at the black symbol etched on his left hand confirmed his suspicions.
True Runes could bestow their powers even to monsters.
The instinct to kill was not a new thing; it had been a mindless mantra all of his life, and would more than likely be forever. The ability to be unfazed by the utter brutality was not new, either.
What was new, however, were the feelings that were now coursing through his mind.
Delight. Excitement. Satisfaction.
Love.
He loved to kill.
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Warning: Beware of falling fish.
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Viki, on the other hand, had volunteered to help in the kitchen. And no one had the heart to tell the teleportress 'No.'
So there they were. Riou decided to give Viki the simple task of washing the fish while he prepared the vegetables for a sauteè.
And then he heard the strangest sound ever. It sounded like a dying cat yowling.
And then he felt a significant weight on his head.
And all went black.
When he came to, Riou was told quite blandly by Shu that Viki had put the fish in a strange contraption with glass and blades and activated it. Apparently it was one of many items that appeared when Viki used her Blinking Rune to teleport items onto enemies.
The fish shot out, slapping the young leader in the head as it came down to earth.
Hai Yo, on the other hand, thought that the find was tremendous and extremely useful. He used it on all of his future cooking matches with remarkable results.
He dubbed the device ... the blender.
Because Lei's challenge will not go unanswered.
Re: Because Lei's challenge will not go unanswered.
The ghost slowly calmed, tilting her head at the brunet that stood shellshocked a few feet away.
"My hair."
He kept repeating the statement, feeling at his head where he had narrowly missed being stabbed in the face. Above his right ear, his hair had been sheared off up to his eyebrow.
"My hair."
It was then that the two, the Bishop and ghost, found something in common.
They both wailed very loudly.
Re: Because Lei's challenge will not go unanswered.
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