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moonsheenAnd now, a line to sum up all that is good about D.Gray-man:
“Can’t sleep,” Ravi shivered. “Clowns’ll eat me.”
“Oh,” Allen said, fighting the urge to just sigh. “They will not.”
And now, Bleach, inspired partly by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
sages_of_order. Which is an entirely original concept, most certainly, and that everyone should come and ask ye olde questions to, like, right now.
The 2nd Division Captain and leader of the Secret Operations did not so much stride into the main hall so much as she did simply appear: materializing in the thick of things in full regalia and full annoyance. She held her air of great importance with stiff shoulders and arms that hung free at her sides. Fingers always slightly crooked--casual in her readiness to kill. She turned her head, eyes slanted angrily: a glare shot with the intent to pin the nearest girl to the wall.
“Where is the Master of the house?” she demanded coolly. “I’m supposed to meet with him now. In a timely fashion, if it should please him.”
“…it would,” said the nearest girl in question. Who was thin, and wore red, and was only a little bit taller. To the unique credit of one who lived in the house she did, she did not shy away. “Lady Soi Fong, if you would like--”
“I would not,” bristled the Captain.
The girl bowed her head. “Then, perhaps there shall be tea--”
Soi Fong raised her hand. “I don’t think the Lord Byakuya regularly orders his servants to waste my time.”
“No,” commented a voice behind her, deep and unimpressed. “He does not.”
Soi Fong turned. Byakuya was standing in the entrance way, a respectable figure of his own, though lacking a Captain’s haori and a more diplomatic greeting. Still, used to such things, the Captain didn’t skip a beat: “Ah. Good. Then—“
“But he does,” the Lord interrupted. “Ask his wife to keep them from destroying his property in their impatience.”
It took a few moments for her face to unfreeze.
“Wife,” she said, at last. Byakuya walked past her.
“My lord,” said the girl, stepping behind him. She glanced back over her shoulder. “Lady Soi Fong?”
“…tea,” said the Captain, with a curled lip.
Also FF7, because I am a sad individual and also because Aeris is so damn weird. Also, like, a female Aizen. Except minus glasses and copious amounts of (SPOILER) ...well. Ok. Some of that. Likes 'em pretty young things too.
“I think,” she said, after some thought, “It would be fun.”
As it was to most things Aeris Gainsborough tended to deem ‘fun’: Cloud nearly choked on the nearest available drinkable substance. In this case, the beer his metabolism would forever be able to process too damn well.
“What.” He coughed. “What.”
Aeris twiddled a finger over the table. “To do that, I mean.” He stared at her like she’d painted herself blue and started calling herself Shiva and so, gently, she clarified: “Like that girl we met at the last town--”
“—with that guy we had to knock out yeah, yeah that was a call girl, Aeris.”
She paused, tipping her head. “Oh,” she murmured, realizing: “You’re familiar with that!”
And Cloud felt immediate and powerful hate for every single blood vessel that chose to burst alive in his face.
“…no,” he said, scowling. “And why would you--”
She laughed. “Well think about it.”
“Kinda wanna not.”
“Hush.” She waved at him. “For one, you get to flirt as much as you want.”
“Hell you’ve thought about this,” Cloud breathed.
“…with people who know how.”
…her male companion had absolutely nothing to say to that.
“You get to wear make up, that sometimes other people buy for you—“ The flower girl looked wistful. “And there will always be someone to talk to.”
Cloud put his glass back down onto the table. “You have people to talk to.”
“I know.” Aeris smiled in the usual way—the one that made him want to squirm like someone had poured a flan down his back. The living kind. He thought he should say something more. Actually, he knew he should say something more and his raised his head intending to do just that, thank you--
“And you, Cloud Strife, certainly know something about people finding you pretty.”
“Shaddup,” said Cloud, dropping his chin against knuckles. “Amnesiac.” He wondered at the benefits of shooting white dye into one’s face. “Forgot. Dunno what you’re talkin’ about.”
Aeris concluded with dignity, all the wisdom at her fingertips, which were at the moment folded like a steeple in front of her: “And you get to see many, many places.”
“…bedrooms.”
“And ceilings,” she pointed out.
Cloud took a stubborn swig of that beer he was never getting drunk off there.
“Well,” she amended, “And the sheets. It does depend on how you do it--”
“Hrrrk.”
“Oh, my. You swallowed that fast,” she commented, leaning over to whack him on the back with a hand that was…actually kind of really hard. “Don’t choke! I only ever really considered for a little bit--”
Cloud breathed like a man who’d nearly drowned. It was almost of the case. “Heeh—eh?”
“Yes. When I was younger. It does pay very nicely. Better than a lot of jobs, actually…”
“Eh.”
Aeris sat back, lips pursed over the tip of her finger. “…but my mother would’ve thrown a fit.”
“Can’t sleep,” Ravi shivered. “Clowns’ll eat me.”
“Oh,” Allen said, fighting the urge to just sigh. “They will not.”
And now, Bleach, inspired partly by
sages_of_order. Which is an entirely original concept, most certainly, and that everyone should come and ask ye olde questions to, like, right now. The 2nd Division Captain and leader of the Secret Operations did not so much stride into the main hall so much as she did simply appear: materializing in the thick of things in full regalia and full annoyance. She held her air of great importance with stiff shoulders and arms that hung free at her sides. Fingers always slightly crooked--casual in her readiness to kill. She turned her head, eyes slanted angrily: a glare shot with the intent to pin the nearest girl to the wall.
“Where is the Master of the house?” she demanded coolly. “I’m supposed to meet with him now. In a timely fashion, if it should please him.”
“…it would,” said the nearest girl in question. Who was thin, and wore red, and was only a little bit taller. To the unique credit of one who lived in the house she did, she did not shy away. “Lady Soi Fong, if you would like--”
“I would not,” bristled the Captain.
The girl bowed her head. “Then, perhaps there shall be tea--”
Soi Fong raised her hand. “I don’t think the Lord Byakuya regularly orders his servants to waste my time.”
“No,” commented a voice behind her, deep and unimpressed. “He does not.”
Soi Fong turned. Byakuya was standing in the entrance way, a respectable figure of his own, though lacking a Captain’s haori and a more diplomatic greeting. Still, used to such things, the Captain didn’t skip a beat: “Ah. Good. Then—“
“But he does,” the Lord interrupted. “Ask his wife to keep them from destroying his property in their impatience.”
It took a few moments for her face to unfreeze.
“Wife,” she said, at last. Byakuya walked past her.
“My lord,” said the girl, stepping behind him. She glanced back over her shoulder. “Lady Soi Fong?”
“…tea,” said the Captain, with a curled lip.
Also FF7, because I am a sad individual and also because Aeris is so damn weird. Also, like, a female Aizen. Except minus glasses and copious amounts of (SPOILER) ...well. Ok. Some of that. Likes 'em pretty young things too.
“I think,” she said, after some thought, “It would be fun.”
As it was to most things Aeris Gainsborough tended to deem ‘fun’: Cloud nearly choked on the nearest available drinkable substance. In this case, the beer his metabolism would forever be able to process too damn well.
“What.” He coughed. “What.”
Aeris twiddled a finger over the table. “To do that, I mean.” He stared at her like she’d painted herself blue and started calling herself Shiva and so, gently, she clarified: “Like that girl we met at the last town--”
“—with that guy we had to knock out yeah, yeah that was a call girl, Aeris.”
She paused, tipping her head. “Oh,” she murmured, realizing: “You’re familiar with that!”
And Cloud felt immediate and powerful hate for every single blood vessel that chose to burst alive in his face.
“…no,” he said, scowling. “And why would you--”
She laughed. “Well think about it.”
“Kinda wanna not.”
“Hush.” She waved at him. “For one, you get to flirt as much as you want.”
“Hell you’ve thought about this,” Cloud breathed.
“…with people who know how.”
…her male companion had absolutely nothing to say to that.
“You get to wear make up, that sometimes other people buy for you—“ The flower girl looked wistful. “And there will always be someone to talk to.”
Cloud put his glass back down onto the table. “You have people to talk to.”
“I know.” Aeris smiled in the usual way—the one that made him want to squirm like someone had poured a flan down his back. The living kind. He thought he should say something more. Actually, he knew he should say something more and his raised his head intending to do just that, thank you--
“And you, Cloud Strife, certainly know something about people finding you pretty.”
“Shaddup,” said Cloud, dropping his chin against knuckles. “Amnesiac.” He wondered at the benefits of shooting white dye into one’s face. “Forgot. Dunno what you’re talkin’ about.”
Aeris concluded with dignity, all the wisdom at her fingertips, which were at the moment folded like a steeple in front of her: “And you get to see many, many places.”
“…bedrooms.”
“And ceilings,” she pointed out.
Cloud took a stubborn swig of that beer he was never getting drunk off there.
“Well,” she amended, “And the sheets. It does depend on how you do it--”
“Hrrrk.”
“Oh, my. You swallowed that fast,” she commented, leaning over to whack him on the back with a hand that was…actually kind of really hard. “Don’t choke! I only ever really considered for a little bit--”
Cloud breathed like a man who’d nearly drowned. It was almost of the case. “Heeh—eh?”
“Yes. When I was younger. It does pay very nicely. Better than a lot of jobs, actually…”
“Eh.”
Aeris sat back, lips pursed over the tip of her finger. “…but my mother would’ve thrown a fit.”
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Date: 2005-10-09 07:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-10-09 07:56 pm (UTC)*loves*
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Date: 2005-10-09 07:59 pm (UTC)Ahaha! Byakuya is sweet in his own way. Or something.
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Date: 2005-10-09 08:09 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-10-10 01:56 am (UTC)And thank god I wasn't the only person who thought that about how Aeris looked! It was freaking me out. o_O Poor Cloud, your brain is breaking and melting out your ears.
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Date: 2005-10-10 02:01 am (UTC)(no subject)
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