Diggin' around ...
Nov. 18th, 2002 04:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
urbanamazonLast night was amusing. I spent a few hours doing actual work, then I joined up with two friends to hang Charmander and spin around on a psuedo-punching bag going, "Looka mee! Looka meeee!". Heh. College. Maturity. Ain't it grand?
Okay, I know I should be doing actual work. I know I should be catching up on all those projects that are due next month. I know I should be reading Great Expectations.
But I don't wanna. Mondays leave me with such a sense of overwhelming lethargy that I just want to puke at the mention of work. So humor me, and let me finish just one more game of Minesweeper.
Plus, I got other stuff done. I determined almost all the pronouns of Daevin. I figured out the design for the tsuba on Kouryou's scimitana.
And I found
Never Again
AKA 'I've Never' with the WK Gang
Written somewhat half-brainedly by Sarah Kouryou
"'Let's go out for a night of fun,' you said. 'What could possibly go wrong?' you said."
"Hey! I'm innoecent this time! Really!"
"Right. Remind me to backhand you with a shovel."
"Itaiii..."
Tsukiyono Omi fought the mounting urge to mutter an 'I told you so' under his breath. That was Crawford's line, and it probably wasn't that good of an idea to steal someone's catchphrase while they were pointing a gun at you. Well, perhaps it was, but he didn't feel like risking it at the moment. He was in unfamiliar territory, with only skeleton weapons at his disposal. His four worst enemies were fully armed (not that they needed much to be armed, anyway), standing not ten feet from him, and Ken and Yohji would not shut up!
"You said you knew this place!"
"You're the one who wanted to go out for Omi's birthday!"
"You're the one who got us lost!"
"You were driving!"
"Your car is evil!"
"Your driving is evil!"
On the upside, judging from the muffled snickers, this could be a good thing. They could laugh their opponents into distraction.
The evening had started out innocently enough. Omi had returned from the advanced claustrophobic hell known as university to be ambused by three professional assassins weilding birthday cake. Several emergency throwing darts and a few apologies later, Omi had made a mental note to discuss the pros and cons of surprise parties with his now-mildly traumatized surrogate brothers.
It was his twentieth birthday, and being the youngest professional killer in the vigilante assassin group known as Weiss, he was entitled to absolutely no input whatsoever on the resulting party. He had covered the instinctive mind-numbing shock quite well, but Fujimaya Ran, Hidaka Ken, and Kudou Yohji were too good at basic math to buy his usual 'it's not really my birthday because I was born on a leap day and that means I don't need a party for another year or two' routine.
It went without saying that he had a bad feeling about being taken for a 'night on the town'.
His fears were soon justified.
They took him to a bar.
And it just had to be the bar that was frequented by their longtime rival assassin group, Schwarz.
'Fate, why do you hate me so?' Omi wondered as he tried to keep Ran from jumping into the fray weilding a butter knife. 'Have I not suffered enough with the whole broken childhood storyline? Do you delight in sending a quartet of evil sadists into my life?'
Ah, to Hell with it.
"I told you so."
Crawford's glasses flashed ominously, as they tended to do, and the safety on his pistol clicked off.
Omi gulped.
Perhaps his plea to Fate had not gone totally unheard. Perhaps she had been there all along, watching with the amused detatchment that only Fate can have. You see, Fate is never cruel, only bored. And perhaps Fate was still slightly tipsy from that Mother of a party Father Time threw back in January. Perhaps she just wanted to have a little fun.
Enter one random thought in the mind of Schwarz's fun-loving telepath, center stage.
I warn you, don't read it if you don't like fanfiction. I don't write it very often and I never post it. It's short, it's unfinished, it's probably crap ... it just makes me snicker. Snickering is good. It leads to full-out laughs of evil... of DOOOOOM
Okay, I know I should be doing actual work. I know I should be catching up on all those projects that are due next month. I know I should be reading Great Expectations.
But I don't wanna. Mondays leave me with such a sense of overwhelming lethargy that I just want to puke at the mention of work. So humor me, and let me finish just one more game of Minesweeper.
Plus, I got other stuff done. I determined almost all the pronouns of Daevin. I figured out the design for the tsuba on Kouryou's scimitana.
And I found
Never Again
AKA 'I've Never' with the WK Gang
Written somewhat half-brainedly by Sarah Kouryou
"'Let's go out for a night of fun,' you said. 'What could possibly go wrong?' you said."
"Hey! I'm innoecent this time! Really!"
"Right. Remind me to backhand you with a shovel."
"Itaiii..."
Tsukiyono Omi fought the mounting urge to mutter an 'I told you so' under his breath. That was Crawford's line, and it probably wasn't that good of an idea to steal someone's catchphrase while they were pointing a gun at you. Well, perhaps it was, but he didn't feel like risking it at the moment. He was in unfamiliar territory, with only skeleton weapons at his disposal. His four worst enemies were fully armed (not that they needed much to be armed, anyway), standing not ten feet from him, and Ken and Yohji would not shut up!
"You said you knew this place!"
"You're the one who wanted to go out for Omi's birthday!"
"You're the one who got us lost!"
"You were driving!"
"Your car is evil!"
"Your driving is evil!"
On the upside, judging from the muffled snickers, this could be a good thing. They could laugh their opponents into distraction.
The evening had started out innocently enough. Omi had returned from the advanced claustrophobic hell known as university to be ambused by three professional assassins weilding birthday cake. Several emergency throwing darts and a few apologies later, Omi had made a mental note to discuss the pros and cons of surprise parties with his now-mildly traumatized surrogate brothers.
It was his twentieth birthday, and being the youngest professional killer in the vigilante assassin group known as Weiss, he was entitled to absolutely no input whatsoever on the resulting party. He had covered the instinctive mind-numbing shock quite well, but Fujimaya Ran, Hidaka Ken, and Kudou Yohji were too good at basic math to buy his usual 'it's not really my birthday because I was born on a leap day and that means I don't need a party for another year or two' routine.
It went without saying that he had a bad feeling about being taken for a 'night on the town'.
His fears were soon justified.
They took him to a bar.
And it just had to be the bar that was frequented by their longtime rival assassin group, Schwarz.
'Fate, why do you hate me so?' Omi wondered as he tried to keep Ran from jumping into the fray weilding a butter knife. 'Have I not suffered enough with the whole broken childhood storyline? Do you delight in sending a quartet of evil sadists into my life?'
Ah, to Hell with it.
"I told you so."
Crawford's glasses flashed ominously, as they tended to do, and the safety on his pistol clicked off.
Omi gulped.
Perhaps his plea to Fate had not gone totally unheard. Perhaps she had been there all along, watching with the amused detatchment that only Fate can have. You see, Fate is never cruel, only bored. And perhaps Fate was still slightly tipsy from that Mother of a party Father Time threw back in January. Perhaps she just wanted to have a little fun.
Enter one random thought in the mind of Schwarz's fun-loving telepath, center stage.
I warn you, don't read it if you don't like fanfiction. I don't write it very often and I never post it. It's short, it's unfinished, it's probably crap ... it just makes me snicker. Snickering is good. It leads to full-out laughs of evil... of DOOOOOM
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*snickers*
Date: 2002-11-18 06:27 pm (UTC)