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chirachira has turned 21! Which is considerably more interesting than turning 23, from the standpoint of things You Are Suddenly Legally Allowed To Do In Some Countries. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, chirachira! I give you fic.
Truth be told, Ema’s first thought wasn’t ‘That’s a lot of purple!’ or ‘wow it’s been an embarrassingly long time since I’ve done that’. Those came later. Her first thought, upon discovering herself awake and naked and staring at a ceiling too clean to be hers, was this: ‘Glad I shaved my legs the other day!’
Then she rolled over, saw the sheets, and thought: ‘That’s a lot of purple!’ etc. etc. etc.
Either someone had gunned down the very last purple leopard on earth or someone had amazingly gaudy tastes. Ema could make a very educated guess which it was. There was no mirror on the ceiling. She counted herself lucky for that. Then she saw the carpet and took it all back. The patterns of sheet music ran all up and down every walkable inch of the floor.
And the place was huge. The bedroom took up a space that’d fit half of her whole apartment. A huge window opened on what must’ve been a killer view. The curtains were drawn, thankfully. They were also purple. So was the beaded curtain hanging over the wardrobe. The wardrobe could’ve contained the rest of her apartment.
The third wall housed an EPIC sound system and the door to the bathroom. It was closed, and Ema could hear the dulled rush of the showerhead. The rest of the room held the bed. With her in it.
‘I’m in a love den,’ thought Ema. This seemed her lot in life. Failed exams. Crappy work hours. The absolute waste of her True Skills. Purple love dens.
Her deeply misused observational skills soon observed: the sky through the curtains shone a noonish hue. These same skills also picked up on a steady ping! ping! ping! coming from somewhere down on that hideous carpet.
‘Oh, shit,’ thought Ema. ‘Lana!’
She dove for the mess of clothes piled at the foot of the bed. Her bra had taken the liberty of not getting stuck in the ceiling fan and a helpful pant leg stuck out from under the bed. She fished her phone out of the back pocket. The beeping stopped.
The text was a simple, cool: ‘Call me when you get back’.
Ema winced.
Coming from anyone else, this would’ve been simple and to the point. This was Lana. Ema knew Lana. ‘Call me when you get back’ translated to approximately: ‘oh my GOD is my younger sister DEAD.’ Not that most people would pick up on that.
Ema wriggled into her underwear, scrolled for the number, and pressed ‘call’. Mentally, she composed a reply: ‘Hey, Sis. Sorry for cutting you off. It got busy all at once. I would’ve called you back right away but I was somewhat delayed by the little problem of shagging my boss that loud bang was just a car backfiring by the way!’
… followed by a high speed chase on a motorcycle, but that part could be omitted.
Someone picked up.
“Ah. Hello, Sis!” Ema pulled the sheets around her waist and sat up straight. If she didn’t Lana would somehow just sense her slouching on the other end. Lana knew those things. “I haven’t got you in the middle of a class, have I? Oh! Good! We caught the suspect. He’s in custody. And he’ll face some lovely traffic related charges, by the way. Er. He was uncooperative. It was nothing too strenuous. I had to tackle him. Just a few bumps. I promise. Right now I’m…” Somewhere in the mass of scrolling light, the sound system had a clock. “I’m on my lunch break. Yes, yes. I’ve been watching what I eat.”
Ema eyed her stomach sullenly. She tugged the sheets higher on principle. Then, she turned red. “AndnoI’mnotsmokingagain! It’s been a month!” One or two cigarettes on the really bad days nonwithstanding.
The hiss of water had come to a dripping stop. The door creaked. Ema waved wildly with one hand, indicating Absolute Silence Would Be Absolutely Appreciated. The humming that’d replaced the shower sounds ceased.
“It’s not much. Just a sprain. Iced it right away. After I broke the beaker over his head, I mean—anyway sis, I should be worrying about you! You’re the one facing the hordes of carnivorous beasts!”
A weight settled on the mattress beside her. Ema tipped and grabbed a handful of bedding with her free hand.
She sighed and recited: “Yes, Professor. I know that is not the proper scientific term to be used on your students. I… good.” She smiled, shaking out her hair. It fell shaggy down her shoulders and in her face. A hand brushed it out of her eyes. She jerked her head away. The smile stayed, though. “Good. I’m glad. Can I call you back tonight? I’m sorry to worry you. Say ‘hi’ to Jake for me? I…OKAY I PROMISE I WON’T GET INTO ANY GUNFIGHTS IF I CAN HELP IT. Bye.”
She snapped her phone shut. She closed her eyes, a slow twitch started at the corner of her mouth. “And if I am docked for missing work today I will find a very interesting compound to slip into your conditioner you silly shiny man.”
Klavier laughed. “No, no. There will be no need for that.”
chirachira has turned 21! Which is considerably more interesting than turning 23, from the standpoint of things You Are Suddenly Legally Allowed To Do In Some Countries. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, chirachira! I give you fic. Truth be told, Ema’s first thought wasn’t ‘That’s a lot of purple!’ or ‘wow it’s been an embarrassingly long time since I’ve done that’. Those came later. Her first thought, upon discovering herself awake and naked and staring at a ceiling too clean to be hers, was this: ‘Glad I shaved my legs the other day!’
Then she rolled over, saw the sheets, and thought: ‘That’s a lot of purple!’ etc. etc. etc.
Either someone had gunned down the very last purple leopard on earth or someone had amazingly gaudy tastes. Ema could make a very educated guess which it was. There was no mirror on the ceiling. She counted herself lucky for that. Then she saw the carpet and took it all back. The patterns of sheet music ran all up and down every walkable inch of the floor.
And the place was huge. The bedroom took up a space that’d fit half of her whole apartment. A huge window opened on what must’ve been a killer view. The curtains were drawn, thankfully. They were also purple. So was the beaded curtain hanging over the wardrobe. The wardrobe could’ve contained the rest of her apartment.
The third wall housed an EPIC sound system and the door to the bathroom. It was closed, and Ema could hear the dulled rush of the showerhead. The rest of the room held the bed. With her in it.
‘I’m in a love den,’ thought Ema. This seemed her lot in life. Failed exams. Crappy work hours. The absolute waste of her True Skills. Purple love dens.
Her deeply misused observational skills soon observed: the sky through the curtains shone a noonish hue. These same skills also picked up on a steady ping! ping! ping! coming from somewhere down on that hideous carpet.
‘Oh, shit,’ thought Ema. ‘Lana!’
She dove for the mess of clothes piled at the foot of the bed. Her bra had taken the liberty of not getting stuck in the ceiling fan and a helpful pant leg stuck out from under the bed. She fished her phone out of the back pocket. The beeping stopped.
The text was a simple, cool: ‘Call me when you get back’.
Ema winced.
Coming from anyone else, this would’ve been simple and to the point. This was Lana. Ema knew Lana. ‘Call me when you get back’ translated to approximately: ‘oh my GOD is my younger sister DEAD.’ Not that most people would pick up on that.
Ema wriggled into her underwear, scrolled for the number, and pressed ‘call’. Mentally, she composed a reply: ‘Hey, Sis. Sorry for cutting you off. It got busy all at once. I would’ve called you back right away but I was somewhat delayed by the little problem of shagging my boss that loud bang was just a car backfiring by the way!’
… followed by a high speed chase on a motorcycle, but that part could be omitted.
Someone picked up.
“Ah. Hello, Sis!” Ema pulled the sheets around her waist and sat up straight. If she didn’t Lana would somehow just sense her slouching on the other end. Lana knew those things. “I haven’t got you in the middle of a class, have I? Oh! Good! We caught the suspect. He’s in custody. And he’ll face some lovely traffic related charges, by the way. Er. He was uncooperative. It was nothing too strenuous. I had to tackle him. Just a few bumps. I promise. Right now I’m…” Somewhere in the mass of scrolling light, the sound system had a clock. “I’m on my lunch break. Yes, yes. I’ve been watching what I eat.”
Ema eyed her stomach sullenly. She tugged the sheets higher on principle. Then, she turned red. “AndnoI’mnotsmokingagain! It’s been a month!” One or two cigarettes on the really bad days nonwithstanding.
The hiss of water had come to a dripping stop. The door creaked. Ema waved wildly with one hand, indicating Absolute Silence Would Be Absolutely Appreciated. The humming that’d replaced the shower sounds ceased.
“It’s not much. Just a sprain. Iced it right away. After I broke the beaker over his head, I mean—anyway sis, I should be worrying about you! You’re the one facing the hordes of carnivorous beasts!”
A weight settled on the mattress beside her. Ema tipped and grabbed a handful of bedding with her free hand.
She sighed and recited: “Yes, Professor. I know that is not the proper scientific term to be used on your students. I… good.” She smiled, shaking out her hair. It fell shaggy down her shoulders and in her face. A hand brushed it out of her eyes. She jerked her head away. The smile stayed, though. “Good. I’m glad. Can I call you back tonight? I’m sorry to worry you. Say ‘hi’ to Jake for me? I…OKAY I PROMISE I WON’T GET INTO ANY GUNFIGHTS IF I CAN HELP IT. Bye.”
She snapped her phone shut. She closed her eyes, a slow twitch started at the corner of her mouth. “And if I am docked for missing work today I will find a very interesting compound to slip into your conditioner you silly shiny man.”
Klavier laughed. “No, no. There will be no need for that.”
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klavier's NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP
Date: 2008-05-08 04:07 am (UTC)I guess Game 4 decided "Okay, so you didn't end up slashing the prosecutor with the detective last game. BOY LET US HAVE OUR REVENGE ON YOU NOW BY MAKING THEM HIT A TON OF YOUR PAIRING KINKS THIS TIME AROUND."
He will also never LET YOU DOOWWNN
Date: 2008-05-08 04:25 am (UTC)AND WHEN YOU VISIT KLAVIER'S OFFICE AND HE'S ALL WHY YES I HAVE NUMEROUS GUITARS..... JUST LIKE MY LOVERS, I COULDN'T STOP CRACKING UP BECAUSE I REALIZED HE'S PROBABLY SLEPT WITH EVERYONE IN THE PROSECUTOR'S OFFICE AND BEYOND, AND DUDE EMA JUMP IN ON THIS
I was kinda half
wantingexpecting this game to be SUPER GAY, but Klavier and Ema really do it for me. ;_; Their banter. It's s-so hot.Not embedded for mild spoilers >_>
Date: 2008-05-08 04:43 am (UTC)Re: Not embedded for mild spoilers >_>
Date: 2008-05-08 04:45 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-05-08 04:58 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-05-08 05:03 am (UTC)...well, also she's the smartest character in the game.)
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Date: 2008-05-08 05:17 am (UTC)And yes, she's so smart! (And she has common sense too!) The big thing that really bugged me about Maya is that she could've rivaled The Judge for processing power. I mean, c'mon, gal. :/
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Date: 2008-05-08 04:43 am (UTC)p.s. Miles is SO in some really weighty position high up in the judicial system now. he SO is. I refuse to believe Phoenix did all that without REALLY GOOD (BOY)FRIENDS IN HIGH PLACES
I love it when he clearly stops himself from going on about his pimped out chair because there are minors in the room. From thenceforth that chair was christend The Shagging Chair in my mind, and Ema hated it. And the groupies. And the groupies and the Shagging Chair.
Man, this game wasn't really with the gay at all! It was more Cranky And Mostly Asexual Lawyer game (ilu Polly)! With a side of REALLY AMAZING HET, APPARENTLY?
If apollo ever gets a girlfriend, which I doubt, her name HAS TO BE DAPHNE. HAS TO BE.
EROS/PSYCHE ICON FOR YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE GREAT
Date: 2008-05-08 04:56 am (UTC)Oh yes totally. I know he's got to be around there somewhere, Phoenix always somehow manages to drag him back to the states. I know the creators've been saying how they didn't want to have more Original Era Characters in there, b-b-but...
Also, peering through the Kink Meme: dude, there's practically noone who's into Klavier/Ema. A-at least there's some good Mia/Diego floating around... ;_;
YES OMIGOSH YES DAPHNE AHAHA XD She'll have laurel leaves in her hair XD
OH MY GOD MY FAVORITE MYTHOLOGICAL OTP NEXT TO HADES/PERSEPHONE (i liked clamp as a teen okay)
Date: 2008-05-08 05:12 am (UTC)...oh my god Kristoph. Kristoph was absolutely frightening. I sort of am sad Dahlia's long dead at this point, because HERE is the perfect man for her. They could'ved smiled and been perfectly pleasant while plotting ways to poison eachother!
And YEAH. It's amazing how Klavier's personality did an absolute 180 the second that Kristoph came into the room. Heck when utterly PANICS for a second just at Ema's IMPRESSION. I'm...pretty sure Kristoph was one of those siblings who acted very very sweet and kind and perfect big brother when it suited him (and when there were witnesses) and could suddenly turn around and, I don't actually want to think about some of the things he might've done to Klavier when they were kids, frankly. But it sure as hell left the poor guy utterly brainwashed and traumatized by him, holy hell. (This series has always been good at having its serial killers be so appropriately NEUROTIC. You get a real sense of them just being WHACKED IN THE HEAD as opposed to simply moustache-twirling evil, oy)
Chira has totally found some fanart for Klavier/Ema in j-fen, at least! I've been too afraid to touch the kinkmeme, due to a general crankiness with most of the fandom and its attitude towards this game. But oh my gosh, I want more of these two! POSSIBLY SOMETHING WITH HER ON HIS BIKE WITH HIM
I TOLD YOU I'M DOING A COMIC BASED ON IT, RIGHT? :D
Date: 2008-05-08 05:34 am (UTC)S-seriously, I feel so bad for Klavier. I'm surprised he turned out as normal as he did, all things considered. I wonder what Klavier did that morning to make Ema do that to him because she totally knows about how scared he is of his brother and holds it over his head but has no idea how damaged he really is. /CONJECTURE
R-REALLY, YOU SHOULD SHARE THESE LINKS IMMEDIATELY :O
AHAHA, I know exactly what you mean. >_> I've stayed away for the past several months, but I finished the game last night going "OH MAN, I'D REALLY LOVE TO READ ABOUT KLAVIER AND EMA SEXING IT UP THAT WOULD BE GREAT RIGHT NOW"... and then looked through the better part of the thing. There was practically nothing, and it was a terrible waste of time. IT IS AN AMAZING THING THAT I AM ALMOST ABOUT TO GRADUATE I AM SO EASILY DISTRACTED
w-what orz comment hop
Date: 2008-05-20 06:38 pm (UTC)is that
official art.