Hitlini, the uber dictator!
Leslie and I were just looking at some really old Astro Boy comics containing the BEST dictator ever featured in a comic book: HITLINI! I'm not kidding- he's a mix of Hitler and Moussilini... and I really doubt children nowadays would understand the implications.
... wow, the education system sucks.
I took stress leave today on my Mother's advisory and just kind of... chilled. Actually, I went shopping, practiced violin and wrote.
The story here is that I did not get into the musical. It's stupid and unfair, since I have more talent than some of the people who got leads, but I don't care anymore. One door closes, another opens... I decided that I'd much rather play violin in the pit. After all, I'm a better violinist than singer and besides, I enjoy playing much more than singing. ^ ^
Ugh... I have to clean out my e-mail. I keep getting, like, AT LEAST 10 emails a day and since I usually keep a few of them, I always run out of room. Stupid .zzn. Oh well, at least I don't get spam.
I have random writing stuff! First up, this is my UBER TOP SECRET NEW CCS FIC!!!! Here's the first few paragraphs (I have quite a bit more written than this). If anyone can guess what's going on here just from this, they, um, win something. ^ ^
Black Sun; Red Moon
Izzy Girl
1.
She stood in the rain with an umbrella in one hand and a crumpled address in the other. She glanced at the wet paper and running ink one more time before sighing heavily and venturing across the glistening pavement and pushing the gate open. The fact that it was ajar, was a telling sign that something was wrong and she knew this. She always noticed things like that- subtle things; clues that were barely there. Kero always told her that it was in the genes, but Yue always made him shut up before he could explain.
It was a large mansion. The biggest house she'd ever seen, having grown up in big-city Japan. She'd seen pictures of her aunt's homestead in rural China, of course, but mother had never actually taken her out that far. Besides- this was something totally different. A massive, brick structure of black iron crosses and graying, slate shingles. She lifted the black knocker, let it fall, then counted the beats.
One, she tapped her fingers on the umbrella handle and tried to think of a proper way to introduce herself. Two, she smoothed her brown hair with one hand, distressed at how frizy it had gone in the humiity. Three, she blinked large, green eyes and sighed. Four and the door opened.
"Hello, I'm looking for Eriol Hiiragizawa." she said quickly, shifting her weight from one foot to another and looked at the ground. She caught a glimpse of pale skin and green eyes. Or maybe they were blue. Or maybe they were both.
"Eriol Hiiragizawa?" It was a boy- not a man, a boy. Her gaze whipped up and she looked him over- dark, longish hair tied back loosely, long limbs, a severe face and beneath a pair of very round spectacles, those remarkable eyes.
"Yes. I do believe he is the master of this... of this..." her mouth hung open and she felt like an idiot. She'd never been talented with words, "This house." she finished and gulped. The boy sized her up much as she had done to him and nodded.
"And who are you?" his voice was soft and lilting. He had a native accent- not a thick cockney accent, rather an unobstrusive and sophisticated aristocratic voice.
"I'm Li Korah." she stated firmly, "I was sent here by my mother- an old friend of Hiiragizawa's."
The boy raised an eyebrow and crossed his long arms, "Your mother?"
"Sakura Kinomoto- High Magician and Mistress of the cards." that was a bit overboard, wasn't it. Korah bit her lip and watched for recognition to register in the boy's eyes. Which it did.
"Ah." he said cheerfully. Well, not exactly cheerfully, but close enough to it. Korah had a feeling that this boy didn't exactly do 'ceheerful'. He leaned closer and peered at her, "You're Kinomoto-san's daughter?"
She nodded heavily, "Yes." he continued to stare at her, "Are... are you Eriol Hiiragizawa?"
And then, in my boredom this morning I went and randomly wrote a more detailed version of the "Closet" scene from the Ryuuguu journey: The Start of Something Else. Observe Omoidasu be slightly sarcastic, Julidan loose his temper and Else make random comments! Guest starring the infamous Courtesan Lady Elspeth Limelight!
Closets
"Oh no, they must be looking for me." Omoidasu hadn't realized he'd spoken very loud, but sure enough three pairs of eyes snapped towards him in shock.
" 'Looking for you?' " Julidan repeated, the stress wearing thin in his voice, "Who's looking for you? What aren't you telling us."
"Um." Oh great, you're brilliant, old man. Simply brilliant, "Erm, it is a very long story, and one, I assure you, that is quite justifiable. But for now, we must make haste."
"And go where?" Lady Elspeth drawled, a slight chuckle present in her undertone, "You know as well as I that this place is a maze. How are we supposed to get out?"
Julidan looked at Elise somewhat pleadingly, but the scientist simply shook her head. The halfling growled beneath his breath and his gaze flickered across the hall, "Everyone, into a closet!" he snapped, already dashing towards the small, polished doorknob. The two women tumbled into the darkness first, then Omoidasu and finally Julidan, slamming the door shut behind him.
A few moments later, footsteps rumbled in the hall outside, accompanied by angry voices and the sound of hands pouding on the walls. All four occupants of the closet held their breath, waiting for the storm to pass. There were a few minutes of tense silence when the men were finally gone, then Julidan spoke:
"Omoidasu." he breathed, "If you would kindly remove your elbow from where it is digging into my spinal cord, I would appreciate it."
"Oh, terribly sorry." Omoidasu shifted and twisted his arm out from behind the halfling. Julidan sighed and leaned back on his heels, flexing his sore back muscels.
"Can anyone reach the doorknob?" Lady Elspeth asked impatiently.
Omoidasu reached towards the thin door and felt around for a doorknob in the darkness, only to discover: "Well, my lady." he said calmly, "I'd imagine one of us could if there was a doorknob..."
Silence.
"What?" Elspeth demanded.
"I think, sister, that the young gryphon is trying to tell us that we are trapped in here."
That seemed to be the end of Julidan's tether and the halfling snapped, "Oh great!" he exclaimed, "This is great! This is all your fault!" he glared at Omoidasu accusingly, but the gryphon boy only shrugged.
"You're the one who suggested we use the closet in the first place, Julidan."
"True, but you work here! You should have known how small these closets were!"
"Your wings are in my face, Tristezza." Elspeth growled from the back of the closet.
"Well, there's not much we can do about that." Julidan snapped.
"My, my. What a temper." Omoidasu chided.
"Oh, shut up." Julidan leaned forwards and pressed his hands to the door, muttering to himself, "Too cramped to break the door down, and if I attempted to use magic I'd end up killing us all..." he sighed loudly, "Sensai would be very displeased with me."
"Self pity isn't going to get us anywhere, dragon." Omoidasu said wisely, "We must all keep our cool."
"I am keeping my cool." Julidan retorted. Elspeth snorted and the halfing rolled his eyes, conceding to look at Omoidasu, "Okay, fine. What's your great idea?"
"I have no idea. We have no options but to wait."
"That was helpful." Elspeth commented sarcastically.
"What if no one comes by to help us out?" Julidan asked.
"Well, since homicide seems to be out of the question in such cramped quarters, I suppose we'd starve to death."
"Not exactly the answer I was looking for..." Julidan muttered, but he fell away from the door and settled into a more comfortable position.
"Well, that will teach you to hire male courtesans, kid." Elspeth coughed as Omoidasu's wings twitched, suddenly finding herself with a mouth full of feathers.
"W-wh-what?" Julidan stammered, "I... I did not hire Omoidasu!"
Elspeth's continued once her coughing ceased, "Then what were you doing running around the brothel with him? Surely you realize what sort of place this is?"
"I was trying to rescue my sister!" Julidan cried defensively.
"Yes, I assure you that Julidan's intentions were entirely honorable."
"Okay. Whatever." Elspeth shut up and silence reigned again. After a few minutes, Elise spoke for the second time since they had entered the closet.
"Julidan." she said gravely, "Your hair looks ridiculous."
Don't listen to my lj- Halloween is still tommorow. I really, really need to fix that time problem...
... wow, the education system sucks.
I took stress leave today on my Mother's advisory and just kind of... chilled. Actually, I went shopping, practiced violin and wrote.
The story here is that I did not get into the musical. It's stupid and unfair, since I have more talent than some of the people who got leads, but I don't care anymore. One door closes, another opens... I decided that I'd much rather play violin in the pit. After all, I'm a better violinist than singer and besides, I enjoy playing much more than singing. ^ ^
Ugh... I have to clean out my e-mail. I keep getting, like, AT LEAST 10 emails a day and since I usually keep a few of them, I always run out of room. Stupid .zzn. Oh well, at least I don't get spam.
I have random writing stuff! First up, this is my UBER TOP SECRET NEW CCS FIC!!!! Here's the first few paragraphs (I have quite a bit more written than this). If anyone can guess what's going on here just from this, they, um, win something. ^ ^
Black Sun; Red Moon
Izzy Girl
1.
She stood in the rain with an umbrella in one hand and a crumpled address in the other. She glanced at the wet paper and running ink one more time before sighing heavily and venturing across the glistening pavement and pushing the gate open. The fact that it was ajar, was a telling sign that something was wrong and she knew this. She always noticed things like that- subtle things; clues that were barely there. Kero always told her that it was in the genes, but Yue always made him shut up before he could explain.
It was a large mansion. The biggest house she'd ever seen, having grown up in big-city Japan. She'd seen pictures of her aunt's homestead in rural China, of course, but mother had never actually taken her out that far. Besides- this was something totally different. A massive, brick structure of black iron crosses and graying, slate shingles. She lifted the black knocker, let it fall, then counted the beats.
One, she tapped her fingers on the umbrella handle and tried to think of a proper way to introduce herself. Two, she smoothed her brown hair with one hand, distressed at how frizy it had gone in the humiity. Three, she blinked large, green eyes and sighed. Four and the door opened.
"Hello, I'm looking for Eriol Hiiragizawa." she said quickly, shifting her weight from one foot to another and looked at the ground. She caught a glimpse of pale skin and green eyes. Or maybe they were blue. Or maybe they were both.
"Eriol Hiiragizawa?" It was a boy- not a man, a boy. Her gaze whipped up and she looked him over- dark, longish hair tied back loosely, long limbs, a severe face and beneath a pair of very round spectacles, those remarkable eyes.
"Yes. I do believe he is the master of this... of this..." her mouth hung open and she felt like an idiot. She'd never been talented with words, "This house." she finished and gulped. The boy sized her up much as she had done to him and nodded.
"And who are you?" his voice was soft and lilting. He had a native accent- not a thick cockney accent, rather an unobstrusive and sophisticated aristocratic voice.
"I'm Li Korah." she stated firmly, "I was sent here by my mother- an old friend of Hiiragizawa's."
The boy raised an eyebrow and crossed his long arms, "Your mother?"
"Sakura Kinomoto- High Magician and Mistress of the cards." that was a bit overboard, wasn't it. Korah bit her lip and watched for recognition to register in the boy's eyes. Which it did.
"Ah." he said cheerfully. Well, not exactly cheerfully, but close enough to it. Korah had a feeling that this boy didn't exactly do 'ceheerful'. He leaned closer and peered at her, "You're Kinomoto-san's daughter?"
She nodded heavily, "Yes." he continued to stare at her, "Are... are you Eriol Hiiragizawa?"
And then, in my boredom this morning I went and randomly wrote a more detailed version of the "Closet" scene from the Ryuuguu journey: The Start of Something Else. Observe Omoidasu be slightly sarcastic, Julidan loose his temper and Else make random comments! Guest starring the infamous Courtesan Lady Elspeth Limelight!
Closets
"Oh no, they must be looking for me." Omoidasu hadn't realized he'd spoken very loud, but sure enough three pairs of eyes snapped towards him in shock.
" 'Looking for you?' " Julidan repeated, the stress wearing thin in his voice, "Who's looking for you? What aren't you telling us."
"Um." Oh great, you're brilliant, old man. Simply brilliant, "Erm, it is a very long story, and one, I assure you, that is quite justifiable. But for now, we must make haste."
"And go where?" Lady Elspeth drawled, a slight chuckle present in her undertone, "You know as well as I that this place is a maze. How are we supposed to get out?"
Julidan looked at Elise somewhat pleadingly, but the scientist simply shook her head. The halfling growled beneath his breath and his gaze flickered across the hall, "Everyone, into a closet!" he snapped, already dashing towards the small, polished doorknob. The two women tumbled into the darkness first, then Omoidasu and finally Julidan, slamming the door shut behind him.
A few moments later, footsteps rumbled in the hall outside, accompanied by angry voices and the sound of hands pouding on the walls. All four occupants of the closet held their breath, waiting for the storm to pass. There were a few minutes of tense silence when the men were finally gone, then Julidan spoke:
"Omoidasu." he breathed, "If you would kindly remove your elbow from where it is digging into my spinal cord, I would appreciate it."
"Oh, terribly sorry." Omoidasu shifted and twisted his arm out from behind the halfling. Julidan sighed and leaned back on his heels, flexing his sore back muscels.
"Can anyone reach the doorknob?" Lady Elspeth asked impatiently.
Omoidasu reached towards the thin door and felt around for a doorknob in the darkness, only to discover: "Well, my lady." he said calmly, "I'd imagine one of us could if there was a doorknob..."
Silence.
"What?" Elspeth demanded.
"I think, sister, that the young gryphon is trying to tell us that we are trapped in here."
That seemed to be the end of Julidan's tether and the halfling snapped, "Oh great!" he exclaimed, "This is great! This is all your fault!" he glared at Omoidasu accusingly, but the gryphon boy only shrugged.
"You're the one who suggested we use the closet in the first place, Julidan."
"True, but you work here! You should have known how small these closets were!"
"Your wings are in my face, Tristezza." Elspeth growled from the back of the closet.
"Well, there's not much we can do about that." Julidan snapped.
"My, my. What a temper." Omoidasu chided.
"Oh, shut up." Julidan leaned forwards and pressed his hands to the door, muttering to himself, "Too cramped to break the door down, and if I attempted to use magic I'd end up killing us all..." he sighed loudly, "Sensai would be very displeased with me."
"Self pity isn't going to get us anywhere, dragon." Omoidasu said wisely, "We must all keep our cool."
"I am keeping my cool." Julidan retorted. Elspeth snorted and the halfing rolled his eyes, conceding to look at Omoidasu, "Okay, fine. What's your great idea?"
"I have no idea. We have no options but to wait."
"That was helpful." Elspeth commented sarcastically.
"What if no one comes by to help us out?" Julidan asked.
"Well, since homicide seems to be out of the question in such cramped quarters, I suppose we'd starve to death."
"Not exactly the answer I was looking for..." Julidan muttered, but he fell away from the door and settled into a more comfortable position.
"Well, that will teach you to hire male courtesans, kid." Elspeth coughed as Omoidasu's wings twitched, suddenly finding herself with a mouth full of feathers.
"W-wh-what?" Julidan stammered, "I... I did not hire Omoidasu!"
Elspeth's continued once her coughing ceased, "Then what were you doing running around the brothel with him? Surely you realize what sort of place this is?"
"I was trying to rescue my sister!" Julidan cried defensively.
"Yes, I assure you that Julidan's intentions were entirely honorable."
"Okay. Whatever." Elspeth shut up and silence reigned again. After a few minutes, Elise spoke for the second time since they had entered the closet.
"Julidan." she said gravely, "Your hair looks ridiculous."
Don't listen to my lj- Halloween is still tommorow. I really, really need to fix that time problem...