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seventheI had a very weird night that ended in a horrible dream I'm still emotional about and don't want to discuss anymore plus there is still no fucking news so LET'S PLAY A GAME. A COMMENT FIC GAME.
Reply with some subset of characters (one, two, a pairing, a friendship, a team) and some kind of premise or situation and I will write you 3-5 sentences of the fic it would turn into. AU premises are totally welcome right now. The crazier the better. Crossovers, vampire AU, whatever the hell you want.
I'd prefer you leave the comments on DW because it's easier to email-reply from my phone, but I'll deal either way: LJ is totally fine, I'll just be slower.
Stick to fandoms you know I know kthx.
PLEASE DISTRACT ME :(
Reply with some subset of characters (one, two, a pairing, a friendship, a team) and some kind of premise or situation and I will write you 3-5 sentences of the fic it would turn into. AU premises are totally welcome right now. The crazier the better. Crossovers, vampire AU, whatever the hell you want.
I'd prefer you leave the comments on DW because it's easier to email-reply from my phone, but I'll deal either way: LJ is totally fine, I'll just be slower.
Stick to fandoms you know I know kthx.
PLEASE DISTRACT ME :(
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Date: 2013-05-30 01:04 pm (UTC)Larsa and, um. The dancing girl from FFIV.
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Date: 2013-05-30 01:23 pm (UTC)"My lord," she says. "I promise I've said nothing bad about the lords of Baron. Let me," and her dress rustles suggestively; "let me take your mind off the rumors you've heard."
"A tempting offer," Larsa replies, as he reaches out with one gloved hand; takes her hand in his. She catches the glint of too many teeth when he smiles. "Unfortunately, my dear lady, it's hard for me to concentrate on dancing when I'm hungry."
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Date: 2013-05-30 02:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-05-30 02:11 pm (UTC)UNDERWATER, WITH DOLPHINS
CONTINUE THIS, IT'S YOUR DISTRACTION
Date: 2013-05-30 02:11 pm (UTC)He doesn't know how long he is there. Somewhere, outside, the Black Wind howls, and he ignores it only because he has become so used to doing so. Maybe the wind is for him - maybe it's always been for him, for the person he used to be, lost so many years ago in a vortex of demon-making. He is startled from his reverie only by footsteps near the door, coming from the main hall, and he doesn't have enough time to melt into the shadows with his hood to avoid being seen.
"Oh," she says, and stops halfway down the path as if she is suddenly unsure of approaching further. Her hands, delicate and thin, are knotted in front of her form, involuntarily reaching for the pendant that hangs heavy around her neck. "I'm sorry, I didn't expect anyone else to be here."
He's still not used to it, being around her again. It's jarring and discomforting, and something tugs within him as if itching to get back to what used to be there, something he isn't sure how to deal with. He didn't remember her so beautiful, with her graceful neck and sharp, clever eyes. He knows that the younger version of himself took everything for granted, expecting that it would always be there, but the rate at which he dismissed details is now astoundingly apparent.
"It's fine," he manages, stiffly, and feels foolish; this is his own flesh and blood, and he is acting like a frightened mutt readying to be kicked.
Schala's hands unwind, and one disappears in the folds of her skirt. "Do you come here when you cannot sleep?"
"No," he says, before he can stop himself. "This place holds no comfort for me."
"Nor me," she admits. She seems almost relieved to admit it aloud, and the syllables escape like a tired sigh. "But Janus' cat often roams here during the night, and I was afraid he would wake to find the creature gone, so I came to find it."
That's a detail he had never known; that Alfador left the safety of his room at night to skulk around the Mammon Machine is news to Magus. He keeps his face schooled into neutrality, hoping that he appears bored - he can command an army of Mystics and hates that he is so weak here, so unable to control his own emotions, now that he is faced with her again.
"I have seen no cat," he forces out between clenched teeth.
The strain is obvious. Her expression pinches in something that might be sympathy, mouth thinning ever so slightly.
"You seem to be hovering at the edge of something. Does my mother work you tirelessly as well?"
She needs to leave, before the churning, off-putting glow of the Mammon Machine strips him of all his inhibitions. He clenches his fingers just to try and keep his mind on something else, digging his nails into his palms; the pain helps a bit, but not enough. He is too used to pain now.
When he doesn't answer, Schala seems to take it as answer enough, and begins to cross the space between them - ever the warm, kind-hearted beacon he remembered. It will get her killed. He knows that soft-heart will get her killed.
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Date: 2013-05-30 02:41 pm (UTC)Now I suddenly want an FFXII AU where all of the Archadian empire are vampires.
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Date: 2013-05-30 02:46 pm (UTC)...OMG it would be perfect
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Date: 2013-05-30 02:48 pm (UTC)HE BECOMES A WHOLE NEW TYPE OF PHILANDERER YOU KNOW WHAT LET'S DO IT
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Date: 2013-05-30 02:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-05-30 02:52 pm (UTC)!!!!!! YES LET'S
BALTHIER IS THE WANDERING VAMPIRE PIRATE
FRAN HIS NON-VAMP LOYAL COMPANION
LARSA STILL TOPS EVERYTHING
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Date: 2013-05-30 02:52 pm (UTC)IT'S OKAY I knew who it was haha
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Date: 2013-05-30 02:55 pm (UTC)For the sake of the empire, of course.
Oh man -- VAMPIRE JUDGE MAGISTERS
Gabranth wants to drink Basch's blood SO BADLY
BUT ABSTAINS
BECAUSE OF BROTHERLY HONOUR AND SHIT
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Date: 2013-05-30 03:06 pm (UTC)"Hey, look. My prize student comes to see me after class. What's up?"
Squall closed the door to the history classroom and slouched against the first desk he found, hoping desperately that it didn't look too much like he didn't want to be here. "Need your help."
Mr. Loire beamed. "I'm more than happy to help the smartest kid in--"
"I need to get into the teacher's lounge." Squall said.
Just like that, Mr. Loire dropped the cheerful grin, his focus sharpening like a pencil. "Is this about that missing girl? Selphie, right, second period?"
Squall nodded. "I'm investigating. And," he swallowed, because it sucked to admit, "you helped me before, and I figured you might at least care about her."
Mr. Loire's face was serious, but his eyes twinkled. "I'll help you this time," he replied, "but on one condition. We're a team."
Squall sighed.
...and then said, reluctantly, "Whatever."
"Crime solving," Mr. Loire mused as he dug through his desk for his keys. "Good after-school curricular activity."
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Date: 2013-05-30 03:06 pm (UTC)DOLPHIN IN YOUR NUTS
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Date: 2013-05-30 03:07 pm (UTC)AKHDLSJSLHSLAJSLJSD
DRACE AND GABRANTH TEACHING LARSA HOW TO FEED
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Date: 2013-05-30 03:11 pm (UTC)Re: CONTINUE THIS, IT'S YOUR DISTRACTION
Date: 2013-05-30 03:12 pm (UTC)YUSSSSSSS
PLEASE DOU CONTINUE
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Date: 2013-05-30 03:14 pm (UTC)SO HE GIVES HER HIS WORD HE WILL NEVER FEED ON HER
AND THEN WANTS TO
A LOT
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Date: 2013-05-30 03:17 pm (UTC)Wednesday nights were busy nights on Trowa's guard schedule. An hour circling the art museum after closing, a three hour stint in the library parking lot, and then a four-hour graveyard shift at the aquarium. It wasn't that he didn't like guard work - he did, especially at night; it was peaceful and full of solitude - but mentally mapping out and checking three places in one night was more exhausting than when he just got to sit at the gate of the police station.
The bonus he got for multiple security checks was hefty, though, and as he keyed his code in at the door and started his rounds, Trowa was only thinking of the sushi he was going to get this weekend with his friends.
The night was quiet and nothing seemed out of the ordinary until he got to the dolphin pen. Usually the dolphins greeted him with tricks in the hopes of getting food - cheeky little fucks - but Trowa noticed they were all crowded into one corner, swimming agitated little circles around one another.
He checked the corners of the boardwalk with his flashlight. Nothing.
Then there was a splash and someone took a long breath of air - and moaned.
Trowa shone the flashlight into the dolphin pool. He followed the ripples in the surface to the corner - opposite where the dolphin family was huddling - and spotted the back of a very familiar head, with a very familiar braid floating out behind it.
"Fuck, Heero," said Duo's voice. "This was the best idea you've ever--mmmm--" Trowa dropped the flashlight.
"Oh, hey," Duo said, turning to face him. "Wanna join?"
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Date: 2013-05-30 03:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-05-30 03:21 pm (UTC)...WE MAY HAVE TROWLED THE ENTIRE INTERNET AGAIN TO FIND THOSE JUST TO TAINT PHIL >.>
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Date: 2013-05-30 03:30 pm (UTC)I LOVE THE IDEA OF THEM ALL GOING FROM ~GUNDAM PILOTS SAVIN' THE UNIVERSE~ TO MALLCOPS FUCKING IN A DOLPHIN TANK
HOW THE MIGHTY HAVE FALLEN
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Date: 2013-05-30 03:32 pm (UTC)HEY
GUNDAM PILOTS NEEDS PAID TO SUPPORT THEY BANGIN' LIFESTYLES
(GET IT)
(BANGIN')
(THAT'S SPECIFICALLY FOR YOU)
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Date: 2013-05-30 03:37 pm (UTC)I'MMA HAVE TO TEACH YOU THE SECRETS OF THE PUN
I'M SO PROUD OF YOU THOUGH COME HERE <333
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Date: 2013-05-30 03:37 pm (UTC)HE KIND OF DOESN'T GET IT