cye_nako

Tue, 30 Dec 2008 23:50:59 GMT

Yeah, I finally update and it's a drabble. Somethingstyx is to blame!

Fandom: Detective Conan and Magic Kaito
Characters: Kaito, Akako, and Conan briefly.
Title: Maybe He's Not Just That Observant

“Oi, why do you keep tugging on my arm?” Kaito asked in annoyance, looking at Akako in annoyance. She had been doing it for at least a minute now and it was getting to the point he couldn't just ignore her.

“We need to move to another room.” Akako said, glaring at something ahead of Kaito, not even glancing at him as he spoke.

Kaito raised an eyebrow and looked where she was glaring. Though he couldn't say he was too surprised by what he found.

At present, their class was on a field trip to a museum. There was some other classes too, such as one from a certain elementary school.

“I told you already, I'm not Kid, so don't worry about his 'natural rival.'” Kaito said.

Akako shot him an icy glare. Kaito froze on the inside from the stare, just managing to keep a bored and annoyed look on his face. Then she paused and relaxed. “Ah, it seems we have nothing to worry about. It'll key in to the bigger threat.”

“Huh?” Kaito said. And then a scream was heard from a nearby restroom. As to be expected, one Edogawa Conan bolted towards it as soon as the surprise faded, the rest of the Detective Boys not far behind, caling after him. Soon there was word of someone murdered in the bathroom. Kaito immediately looked at Akako, glaring at the witch. She didn't...?

“It wasn't me.” Akako said calmly. “If it was, there wouldn't be a corpse.”

The glare faded, though Kaito wasn't sure if those words were comforting...or just disturbing. Probably just disturbing. ….yeah, he was disturbed.

Akako looked towards the bathroom. “There's nothing to worry about now. After all, you're not the biggest threat in his mind anymore, so it wouldn't work now.” She said, continuing on the tour like nothing had happened.

“I told you, I'm not-” Kaito started.

“Of course, of course. And the fact that the boy has the Sight has no reason to be any concern of yours.” Akako said in a flippant tone, shrugging her shoulders.

Sight. Wasn't Sight supposed to be...? “What do you mean he's psychic?!”

Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Conan, Kaitou Kid, brief cameo of Mitsuhiko.
Title: Of the "Maybe He's Not Just That Observant" series.

He could feel. No, strike that. He's BEEN feeling it. For almost a week now. It wasn't a constant, but almost every night, it felt like someone was following him. At first he had been worried that it was THEM, but he even spent the night at Agasa's, with that same feeling, and Haibara didn't even react.

Was it possible she couldn't feel this one, like she had before when they looked for Mitsuhiko?

But as Conan paid it more attention, it didn't necessarily feel...threatening. Of course he was on edge because someone w as watching, but for some reason, not really threatened. Which was why, seven days after it started, he finally came to his conclusion. After telling Ran he was going to visit the Agasa's, he felt the Detective Agency. And while he made it appear that was his destination, he made a detour to a park on the way. He needed seclusion and with Subaru still in his house, the park would have to do.

He looked around after walking deep into the park. No one around. “So, mind telling me why you're following me?” He asked aloud, looking around. “Kaitou Kid?”

For a moment, there was nothing. Then an amused chuckle the white thief appeared on top of the nearby lamp post in a puff of smoke. “So, you did notice, tantei-kun?”

“Of course I did. Anyone will feel eyes on them for a week.” Conan said, looking slightly annoyed. “You haven't announced a heist, you can't disguise as me, and you've already proven you can do Ran and uncle rather well except for the smoking.” He said, his eyes narrowing. “So what is it?”

Kid smirked, shrugging his shoulders and tilting his head to the side. “What can I say? Someone brought up a rather interesting fact about you. I wanted to see if I could get proof.” He said.

This got Conan's attention. “Who do you know that would say anything interesting about me?”

“A witch.” Kid said simply.

“Liar.” Conan shot back.

“I thought that's what you'd say.” Kid said, looking entirely amused by the situation.

“Then why lie?” Conan demanded.

“Who said I was?” Kid sad simply.

Conan paused. What was Kid trying to pull? “You know I don't believe in magic.”

“I am aware, tantei-kun. But you should know, even if my magic isn't 'real,' that doesn't mean it doesn't exist.” Kid said, hopping down lightly from the lamp post.

The thought entered Conan's mind to use his tranquilizer watch, but for the moment, he decided against it. Something was going on. Kid wouldn't approach him for no reason. “So what did that redhead say about me?” Conan asked.

Kid paused, staring at Conan. Was that surprise on his face? Conan couldn't be sure. As soon as it was there, it was gone again. “...a question, tantei-kun.” Kaitoud Kid said, sounding a bit more serious.

“What?” Conan asked. Something had changed. Why?

“How did you know she was a redhead?” Kid asked.

Conan paused. “What?”

“The witch. That's all I called her. But you called her a redhead. How did you know?” Kid asked, giving Conan an inspecting look.

Conan was silent in response. Why had he? What reason did he have to call her a redhead? “...I guess the witch from that dream is what I pictured.” Conan said with a shrug. What else could it be?

“Dream?” Kid asked, walking over to Conan and bent down, to look more directly into his eyes. “And what dream is that?” He asked, wearing that annoying smirk again.

Conan stepped back, a scowl forming on his face. Kid was being far too friendly and not giving him enough answers. “That impossible dream of a young redhead witch telling my fortune before I tried to stop you from stealing an ancient saber.” Conan smirked at Kid. “You were beaten by Yaiba, a kid, and he made you lose your sword. Should I play Yaiba for you?”

And again, there was that flicker. Was it possible....? “I don't think so, tantei-kun.” Kid said, straightening up. “For one thing, Yaiba couldn't even remember my name after I told him. You're not that stupid.” He said.

Conan blinked. “Huh? You've read it too?”

“Read it?” Kid asked.

“Yaiba.” Conan said.

“I've never heard of it besides when I fought that kid. You weren't there when I told the ancient saber though.” Kid said calmly.

And that was his snapping point. “What the hell are you talking about?!” Conan demanded. He was talking like Yaiba was real.

“Now, now, a little kid shouldn't use such language.” Kid said in a teasing voice, a wide grin spread across his face.

“Bastard, tell me what you're going on about? What are you looking for?!” Conan demanded, bending down, reaching for his shoe. Kaitou Kid was playing a game and with him following him all week, Conan was too on edge to just let him walk without giving him a real answer.

“And that's my cue to leave. Thanks for answering my question.” Kid said and with a cheerful wave, dropped a flash bomb.

Conan jerked away, throwing his arm over his eyes at the flash. He lowered his arm when the light faded and, not surprised, found Kid was gone. “...what was he trying to do?” Conan muttered.

The next day, he asked Mitsuhiko for the Yaiba manga. The response baffled him more than what happened the night before.

“Yaiba? You mean Kamen Yaiba?”

“No, just Yaiba!”

“But....Conan, there's no manga just called Yaiba.”

Fandom: Detective Conan and Magic Kaito
Characters: Kaito, Akako.
Title: Of the "Maybe He's Not Just That Observant" series.

“Why are you so interested, Kuroba-san? After all, you're not Kid.” Akako said with a smirk.

Kaito kept on the smile. It was currently lunch and he had managed to get Akako to the school roof to avoid her suitors and Aoko. And then he proceeded to question her subtly about Conan, just for curiosity. “Of course I'm not. But if the opponent of Kid is psychic, I want to know. It's great to see how amazing he is, if he can stop real magic.” Kaito said.

Akako stared at him with a disbelieving look. He kept on the smile, not breaking his poker face. Akako sighed. “Intuition.” Akako said, opening her bento box. “Rather common in detectives, but his is rather strong. It seems an outside influence increased it.”

“An outside influence? Like what?” Kaito asked, keeping the tone casual.

“It seems to be a combination. Both from excessive spirits being around him and some other person with a similar ability.” Akako said, breaking the chopsticks.

“But he doesn't believe in spirits.” Kaito said.

“Ah, but he's with the sleeping Kogoro, isn't he? He doesn't have to be aware of spirits for them to affect him. His Sight doesn't key into them.” Akako said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “And no, I wouldn't know who the other person is, so it's best you don't ask. Any other questions or can I eat my lunch?” She asked in a curt tone.

Kaito made a mental note that questioning her after not falling into her trap was a situation he should be wary of. She didn't look happy. “How strong would you say he is?” He needed to know that, at least. Of course, he never broke his poker face.

Akako paused, a deep frown crossing her face. She was silent for a few moments, seeming to be in thought.

“Koizumi-kun?” Kaito said questioningly.

Akako looked at him seriously. “He broke my defenses. That's how I knew.” She said seriously.

Kaito paused. Broke Akako's defenses...

“Thanks, Koizumi-kun!” Kaito said, grinning widely, heading for the door. “Now I know what Kid is fighting. Enjoy your lunch.”

Akako watched as Kaito left and sighed, putting down the chopsticks. Really, she shouldn't have told him all that. He was the only one who stood in her way!

She stared at the rose in front of her bento box. She picked it up, staring at it before she sighed. “Well, that kid is a threat too.” She told herself. After a moment, she lifted the flower to smell the sweet fragrance, and maybe smiling just a bit. Not that anyone would ever know that for sure.

Tue, 12 Aug 2008 18:10:04 GMT

Gen Con is here~! YAY!

Well, almost. I'll be leaving with my family tomorrow to go to said con which actually starts on Thursday, but it's a five hour drive anyway. And I got a sweet Victorian dress to wear too, since it's the theme this year.

Four days of wonderful gaming awaits!

Fri, 30 May 2008 03:36:32 GMT

I don't post enough to this thing, but then again, I never find a lot that's really post worthy.

I figure being part of a conspiracy, though only high school level, is worth it.

I found the girl mafia in my school! It's to be expected. You always here about those girls who control the school through a long string of friends in the media. I never knew it was in my school until I pissed one off.

One day, I was trying to get into the main hall at lunch. Now, the kids at my school are idiots, so they ALL STAND IN FRONT OF THE DOORS. Never mind OTHERS trying to get through, they'll just stand there. Despite there being a free corner not even five feet away and out of the way.

So, of course, I just plow through. I may or may not have said excuse me, but there was a large influx of people there, so it's just COMMON SENSE to move. Not to mention nine times out of ten, they never hear it. Now, one tried to kick me as I walked by. It was a girly kick, so I let it go and kept moving.

One of them FOLLOWED ME. Then proceeded to guilt trip me on how I should be more 'polite.' In my mind, I'm thinking 'no pity for someone who kicks,' and proceed to blow her off. She throws insults at me, I throw them back. End.

That was Tuesday. WEDNESDAY, I was walking again at lunch, talking to my friend when the guilt trip girl TRIED TO KICK ME AGAIN. Now, here's the scenario.

Guilt trip girl: Half my size. Sneakers.

Me: Big girl who intimidates a group of boys who have been threatening people and wears motorcycle boots that look like they could take off skin in a kick.

The girl is clearly moronic. I did kick back at her, didn't hit, but gave warning on her stupidity. Then she proceeds to TAUNT ME and then brings up rumors that MAKE ME SEE RED. I chase her, but don't maul her for the back she hits a chain that keeps students from wandering class halls that wraps around her foot and nearly sends her head crashing to the floor.

I thought that maybe nearly killing herself would give her a reality check.

TODAY: The Day I Learn of the Mafia.

Middle of lunch, the girl sends a group of her friends asking 'why I chased her' and bother to bring up the rumor. I tell them off, cut them off, and even yell at gibberish in them that confused the hell out of them, but they backed off. And I made sure that they tell their 'leader' if she kicks me again, I'm kicking her ass.

Apparently she's a bit smarter I give her credit for. After going leaving the restroom later, I meet the crowded hall. So crowded that there was only ONE POSSIBLE ROUTE to go. Despite there being a huge gap, for some reason, all the kids happened to move in a way that the only way to get from the girl's bathroom to the main hallway was walking by this bitch and her friend. So, I go that way. Never seeing this particular girl with the bitch, I do make an attempt to say excuse me when I bumped into her.

A split second hesitation.

"YOU LITTLE BITCH!" *Flailing hits.*

The one girl I ever saw with the bitch who didn't look like a twig, who MIGHT have stood a chance against me, went TOTALLY PSYCHOTIC on me. And when I mean psychotic, I mean FOAMING AT THE MOUTH BATSHIT!

Her hits didn't hurt, but I did push her away, she throws a sluhie on me, I grab her shoulders to keep her from attacking me because it's not easy to move among those kids. A hall monitor breaks us up. She starts BAWLING. Me, I never hit her, so I walked back to the restroom to clean myself up.

The little bitch comes in and taunts me on how I got my ass kicked. Which wasn't true since the slushie that got into my eye hurt more than what that girl did.

So, a girl who I see with the bitch for the first time, being the only big girl I've seen her with, happens to go totally BATSHIT on me and HAPPENS to be standing in the one place you could get through and HAPPENS to be able to cry on a dime?

Total fucking conspiracy.

I'm suspended for three days because the hall monitor thought I hit her. The principal had her hands tied.

Come Tuesday, I have several reasons why it was a set up, actual proof that my long nails provide that there was no way I hit her on accident, and several witnesses who AREN'T my bestest buddies in the world willing to testified for me and squeaky clean record the little bitch doesn't have going for her.

Play this right and I can get her in a world of trouble that she wasn't bargaining for.

Fri, 28 Dec 2007 05:45:28 GMT

Painting. Seto knew what painting meant when it concern Pegasus. Painting meant he was thinking of Cyndia again. It also meant he didn’t want to be disturbed.

Seto knew. Seto knew that Pegasus did love him dearly. He also knew that Cyndia would always own a bit of Pegasus’ heart and there was nothing he could do about that. He could ease the man’s loneliness when he thought of her. He could make him happy and live his life and not dwell on his past.

However, whenever Pegasus would paint, he knew that neither he nor anyone else could reach him until he was done.

Seto knew this. Seto accepted this. However, this did not mean he didn’t like it or that it did hurt a bit that a dead woman would have such a hold over his lover.

However, it was not something he could help.

So, he prepared things for when Pegasus would come out. The Funny Bunny Christmas Special DVD in the player. Pink bunny marshmallow treats already out in the living room, package open. His favorite red wine in an ice bucket, uncorked, and two glasses at the ready. Whenever Pegasus was done painting, he needed something to cheer him up and Seto found these things were the best way.

“Seto?” Pegasus said questioningly as he entered the room. It had been several hours since he had started his painting.

“Hey.” Seto said, getting up from the couch, offering Pegasus a small smile, and picking up the marshmallow bunnies. “I got your favorite movie in. Come sit down.”

Pegasus shook his head. “No.” He said.

Seto paused. Pegasus never said no. It was their habit. Their ritual. He finished his painting, and then they curled up on the couch with the marshmallow bunnies and wine and watched the movie. Even if Seto hated Funny Bunny, it made Pegasus happy.

Why did he say no?

“…is something wrong?” Seto asked. Something had to be. There was no ‘no’ for this ritual.

Pegasus was silent for a few moments, staring at Seto with a look Seto couldn’t quite define. Pegasus finally walked over to Seto, gently cupping his cheek.

“Pegasus?” Seto said questioningly, not pulling away. Something was different today…

“I…want to paint you.” Pegasus said softly.

Seto was so shocked he dropped the pink bunny marshmallows.

Pegasus NEVER painted anything that didn’t have to do with Cyndia or Duel Monsters.

“What…?” Seto asked, not quite sure he heard Pegasus right.

Pegasus grinned a bit in amusement. “Is Kaiba-boy becoming hard of hearing? Now you’re too young for that. I said I wanted to paint you.”

Seto blinked a few times before smiling gently. “I…think we can do that.” He said, his heart soaring.

Pegasus smiled. “I’m happy to hear it, Seto.” He said. He looked down and gasped. “Oh my! And we wasted all those pink bunny marshmallows.” He said with an acting regret, moving to bend down to pick them up.

Seto grabbed his shoulders, stopping him mid-bend before moving to kiss him passionately.

Perhaps…that hold is finally weakening. And his is strengthening.

Seto accepted this. And he liked it.

Tue, 03 Jul 2007 23:41:59 GMT

Hello all! I'm going camping. I'll be gone for five days.

It's supposed to rain tomorrow too...

That means it will pour and then stop when the tent is all set up. What joy! ^^

Zombies.

Thu, 14 Jun 2007 07:31:17 GMT

The doors are locked. The doggy door is blocked. Windows are locked that can be reached from ground and boarded up with spare wood and broken table.

All weapons have been located. Melee weapons are best. They never run out of ammo and no way a zombie can come after you if it's chopped into little bits.

We knew this day would come. We knew! They didn't believe us, but we knew it.

The zombies are coming.

Get ready to kill some undead.

http://myelvesaredifferent.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-like-its-end-of-world-bliteotw.html

Sun, 20 May 2007 01:54:40 GMT

Babysittung tonight. Won't be posting much tonight. AS is not likely because it's my mom's computer.

Sat, 21 Apr 2007 20:06:48 GMT

Nicked from Emmy.

Your LiveJournal Pirate Crew
LiveJournal Username
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest!
Cutlass or pistol?
What is the name of your pirate ship?
Where is your secret pirate base?
What kind of loot do you prefer?
What do you and your crew prefer to be called?
Parrot or monkey?
Argh!

Your capable first mate	sorakachan
Your bumbling cabin boy with a heart of gold	samurai_usagi
The aloof, yet honorable, pirate with a mysterious past	blackwolfmoon
Is always the first one into the fray	samurai_usagi
Is the naval officer who ruthlessly pursues your ship	tomorrowlife
Is the comical pirate who is always drunk on grog	tomorrowlife
Is currently in Davy Jones's locker	falsechaos
The amount of money you make as a pirate	$54,463


This Fun Quiz created by Lynn at BlogQuiz.Net

Virgo Horoscope at DailyHoroscopes.Biz

Sat, 14 Apr 2007 21:22:58 GMT

The person of love with links to D-stablized.

http://amyrose42.deviantart.com/

PROM! As you are Val-mun, I command you to watch it! It has our subtext!

DANIELLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And she's melting. And talking to herself. I knew she was gonna go insane on her own so long.

And she's paranoid.

THE BUG OF YOUR DOOM!

At least she wouldn't come home to daddy without a big gun.

Why is the cat fat now? I liked the cute little cat.

VAAAAALLLLLEEEEERRRRRIIIEEEE!!!

Not creative? Well, she is Danny's cousin.

Dani is the little ghost girl....OF DOOM!

Lonely guy cat....

I shall now squee and bounce around happily as the intro goes. *Does so.*

No melting Dani!

Aww....Valerie so loves her dad.

Her shorts are dirty or something. They were solid before.

Where did she have money in the first place?

HA! I knew she would hate stealing!

The guy has never put his hands in his sleeves, apparently.

Run, ~~forest~~ Dani, run!

That's omnious pillar.

Awww....Valerie is so nice and caring.

Knew that was gonna happen....

Dani just wraps around her. Hee.

VAL SAW HER CHANGE! EEE!!!

......I knew Dani was the bottom. *Is shot.*

Patrio-whosit? Danny knows something about Greek mythology?

Awww.....poor gooey.

Wraith wrangler is a cool name, yes.

Dani is gonna get raped!

>.>

Valerie is so naive.

Dani doesn't lie well, yep.

And is so naive. Ghost hunter doesn't equal wanting Danny Phantom's autograph!

Osomosis for Danny!

Dani fears Tucker and Sam!

And Dani must be really out of it...

A fast food resturant has a tab?

Focus Dani! Focus!

Awww....Danny cares for Dani.

Yes you would. That's how you meant. She tricked you and lied. Dani is an auto-trapper!

That blast can't be helping....

Danny's gonna get raped!

.....didn't see Valerie not hating him.

Or the knowledge is power thing.

....Valerie has gone higher up on the awesome meter. She's up there with maddie now.

Floating Maddie head.

She willed it!

Dani, you are so naive sometimes. And so cute on the table....weird.

The head is creepy!

I called the dissection for more clones!

The Dani, Danny thing is confusing.

Val knows she's half human. This is gonna bite Danny in the butt.

Yay Valerie's conscience!

Jack is helping! Yay!

How'd Jack get up there?

Yay Danny helping!

There is a Valerie/Danny team up and I am squealing!

They're halfway across town....

The dupe trick part two!

....Vlad's in the closest.

Creepy hologram.

Dani's got a set of pipes.

You're saving Dani from him. He's not gonna help.

HOLY CRAP! HE CHANGED!

The suit rules! And so does Val!

Apparently a lot of ghosts don't do that.

NO! DANI!

Val cares! I want to squee and scream!

Maybe she saw...

Why are both of you standing around?

Exactly. His equipment.

...Vlad came out of the closest.

But he wanted you to get Dani to take care of her...

Apparently Danny doesn't think destroy controls tostop the power.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Danny needs a hug.

FLOATING HEAD TOO!

DANI!

Dani's doing pretty well.....a bit sueish.....I say it's because he's underestimating her and she's getting some lucky shots!

SUBTEXT!

....dude, Val accepted DANI! She can accept you! Tell her Danny!

Val and Dani BONDED!

....that fixed her?

Self kiss!

Danny keeps deals. Hee.

Valerie is starting to think he's good.

Vlad is in a monologue. He hears nothing.

......can I say how ironic it is that DANI allowed Valerie to find out the truth in canon too?

Jack needing the bathroom is a scary thing.

....they never said why she survived.

I say it's her intelligence compared to the others! She can MAKE her body stay stable.

I'm gonna have to find a way to bullshit why the ecto stuff made her stable.

I LOVE THIS EPPIE! *Hugs the eppie, squealing like mad.

Another Forsaken RP

Fri, 13 Apr 2007 01:29:38 GMT

San entered his house after night fall. He had been at the Church, and then the library, and then the Church again trying to find out what he was looking for.

Namely something to do with a certain fallen angel.

He knew something was different about it. However, he didn't know what. Something about him was different. Something odd.

Not to mention he also had to deal with that Lust Demon, who seemed odd as well. Not to mention dangerous. He did something with pheromones, he was sure. It weakened his resolve and he did not like that.

So, as was his custom, San kneeled in front of the cross sent up in his home and began to pray for strength to fight the demonic enemy.

Wed, 04 Apr 2007 21:19:34 GMT

Gift fics for Soraka for pretty picture!

Title: Errands

“Are you going to get me more blood soon?” Soraka asked, laying on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Going now, Pretty Boy.” Tink said, pulling on his shirt.

“Are you going by the mall?” Soraka asked.

“Hm, a lot of girls do hang around there. It wouldn’t be too hard to lure them off.” Tink said, looking thoughtful.

“Good.” Soraka said, throwing tattered leather at Tink. “My wallet is in there somewhere. I need new pants.”

“You’re making me run your errands?” Tink asked, raising an eyebrow.

Soraka gave him a cold look. “Well, if you stopped cutting up my pants everytime we have sex, then I wouldn’t need you to go get me new pants.”

Title: Deal

Pretty boy was just another victim. Someone to take advantage of and then make them a meal.

That’s what Tink had been planning.

However, when the skin he had cut during sex had healed in the five minutes he had been out of the room, he knew something was wrong.

“So, what are you, my little morsel?” Tink asked, leaning over the bound man, pressing the knife to his neck.

The man opened his eyes, now red instead of the usual blue. “A vampire. A demon of Hell.”

“Oh?” Tink asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You’ve made me bleed quite a bit.” The man said.

Tink smirked. “That’s what I do.”

“I need blood.” The man said.

“I suppose a vampire would. Now the question is, why should I care?” Tink asked.

“Because you’re going to get it for me.” The man said.

“What makes you think that, pretty boy? What’s in it for me?” Tink asked.

The man smirked. “Because I’m willing to deal.”

Title: Go Home

The link worked both ways. As he got closer to total damnation, he could start to see through Lucifer’s eyes.

That’s how he knew of the meeting to come. He knew where it was to be and he knew Lucifer planned to be late.

So he simply came on time.

“Hello Soraka.” Jehovah said before Soraka had even a chance to make his presence known.

“Jehovah.” Soraka said, walking to the seat across from him and sat down.

“He’ll be here earlier than normal, you know.” Jehovah said.

“I know.” Soraka said.

Jehovah raised an eyebrow. “Why are you here, Soraka?”

Soraka was silent a few moments. “…why did you let me fall?” He asked in a quiet voice, not meeting his eyes.

“Because you were meant too.” Jehovah said.

“Why me?” Soraka asked.

“I can’t tell you that.” Jehovah said.

“Why not?” Soraka demanded.

“Because you are not supposed to know.” Jehovah said.

“Why?!” Soraka asked.

“Because that’s how it is to be.” Jehovah said.

“You make things how they’re supposed to be! Nothing should be stopping You except Yourself!” Soraka snapped, slamming his hands on the table as he stood up.

“I have My reasons for doing so.” Jehovah said calmly, waving his hand as a special prize was won for being the millionth customer and the waiter broke out in song across the café.

“Damnit, just tell me already!” Soraka demanded.

“No.” Jehovah said firmly, staring him in the eyes with firm, but kind eyes.

Soraka flinched, looking away. “Don’t…look at me like that.”

“Why not?” Jehovah asked.

“Because…it reminds me of home.” Soraka said quietly.

Jehovah was silent.

Soraka sat back down, staring at the tabletop. “I want to go back home…”

“You can’t, Soraka.” Jehovah said softly.

“I could…if you forgave me.” Soraka said. “Remove the blood…the sin…you could do that…”

“I can’t do that, Soraka.” Jehovah said quietly.

“Please…please, I just want to go home.” Soraka pleaded softly.

“I’m sorry.” Jehovah said quietly, looking away.

“Please…” Soraka asked, looking up, tears falling. “Please God…”

Jehovah closed his eyes, not looking back to Soraka.

Soraka clenched his fists, bowing his head again, murmuring softly. “I just want to go home…”

So, I Have a Con This Weekend...

Thu, 15 Mar 2007 22:02:31 GMT

Which means I'm gonna be AWOL for the RPG for AS except for possibly, though not likely, mornings, and possibly and a bit more likely late evenings this weekend.

I'm going to a local gaming convention. I get to be geeky! And I possibly have a man slave! I also might get cheap anime.

On Friday, chances are I'm not going to be home till midnight my time. I may be home at seven thirty, depending on how things go, but it's not likely.

I doubt I will be on at all Saturday. I have a game to run and then go to a Seventh Sea LARP. I'm usually pretty tired after that, so I'm probably gonna pass out when I get home.

Though, Sunday I might be home at nine because these people are smart and realize some of the players may have school the next day.

So, I've got a busy weekend. Luckily, no big projects.

Not so lucky, I need a plot for a Firefly game I'm running. At least I have characters...
>.>
*Sees if she can borrow an old game from mom. Hopefully.*

Sun, 18 Feb 2007 08:38:07 GMT

Bleedman's comics are awesome.

Yet another reason they are awesome.

http://grim.snafu-comics.com/?strip_id=65

CLOCKWORK!

Tue, 13 Feb 2007 02:35:22 GMT

Yay for google videos!

Devan Cycle!

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=1617319790581882543&hl=en

And Zukolot!

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-7395111185627032710&hl=en

Sat, 10 Feb 2007 05:00:28 GMT

For Soraka! Happy belated birthday!

Warning! Bible slashy stuff!

Title: Crazy?

"What?" Sanctimoni said, staring at the young man before him with a dumbfounded look.

"I said I'm not a glutton. I'm pregnant." Otiumus grounded out. "That was not the sin I came here to talk about."

"Now, you shouldn't lie. Especially such an obvious one." San said.

"It's not a lie! It's how I was born! I can't help it that my toes and fingers would do that!" Otiumus snapped. "Now, are you going to answer my questions or not? Mom won't let the angels tell me the morals and I don't want my baby to be so naive."

San just stared at the man. He then pulled a card out of his pocket and held it out to him. "Son, I think you might want to talk to this man. Everyone at the police station says he's very good."

"Hm?" Otiumus took the card and read it over. Then he glared at San. "For crying out loud! I don't need a therapist!" He ripped the card in half. "Now are you going to help me or not?!"

"Son, I really thi-" San started.

"Enough!" Otiumus stood up and walked to the door. "If you don't want to help, fine! Now I'm getting mayo and waffle sandwich!" He shouted, opening the door, storming out, and slamming the door behind him.

San stared at the door for a few moments and sighed. "And people say I'm crazy?"

Title: The Living Do Not Fall.

Otiumus curled up against Soraka, head using his chest as a pillow.

Soraka gently stroked his hair, watching him sleep. He's very cute when he sleeps. He thought.

"Hm... Soraka..." Otiumus murmured sleepily, snuggling closer.

Soraka smiled. However, there was evil in the smile. "One day, you will be mine, Otiumus. Mine and only mine." Soraka whispered with a possessive tone.

Otiumus merely moved closer, enjoying the warmth Soraka provided.

Soraka looked down at Otiumus' foot that moved from under the blanket. Toes blackened to show half his heritage. It was how the sin showed itself in the boy. Soraka gently lifted up one of Otiumus’ hands and snapped, the glove vanishing from his hand.

“These are still so strong.” Soraka murmured, staring at the snow-white stained fingertips. He gently touched one of the fingertips with the palm or his hand and hissed, quickly pulling his hand away. “Still so pure.” He snapped his fingers, returning the glove to cover the dangerous fingertips before looking back at Otiumus.

“How do you stay pure, little Anti-Christ?” He asked in a whisper. “You hate. You have pride. You lust for your father and the devil himself and yet you refuse to fall.” He gently stroked his cheek, watching as his lips moved slightly with his breathing.

Then Soraka thought of something.

Perhaps that’s why Otiumus didn’t fall.

He was still alive.

Otiumus lived in heaven, but he was alive. He wasn’t dead like the angels or demons.

“Is that why you don’t fall my little Anti-Christ? Because you’re still alive and can repent?” Soraka whispered and an evil look spread across his face.

Soraka reached over to the nightstand, pulling a drawer open. He nibbled lightly on Otiumus’ neck. “Oti. Oti. Time to get up.” He purred into his ear, his tone louder than it had been previously.

“Hmmm…” Otiumus mumbled, still keeping his eyes closed.

Soraka smirked before whispering an interesting idea into Otiumus’ ear.

Otiumus’ eyes opened halfway, though they seemed a bit dark. “Must you do that when I’m sleeping?”

Soraka smirked. “You just look to irresistible when you sleep, Oti.” He said.

Otiumus smiles slightly. “Well…I suppose I can go another round now.” He said, his eyes dark. “That idea does make some pleasant images.”

“Good.” Soraka purred before he pulled his hand out of the drawer and quickly plunging a dagger into Otiumus’ back, through his heart.

Otiumus gasped, eyes wide. “Soraka…?” He said questioningly before his eyes glazed over.

Soraka’s evil look returned as he pulled out the dagger stained crimson. “Now you shall come to where you belong, my little Anti-Christ and no repenting and purifying can save you anymore.”

My Day and Lost

Sat, 10 Feb 2007 00:35:33 GMT

It's a good day when you get to read Good Omens for a school assignment.

It's a bad day when you're grouped with a girl so hell bent on not moving her chair an inch to give others room to form their circle that she goes psycho when you push her chair a few inches farther away.

It gets worse when you get called to the office and the principle makes the girl sound like she's sane.

Not liking the new grade principle. The old one didn't have that trying to make everything better for everyone, but really acting like a condensing jerk.

Next is when you're scrambling to get work finished because you didn't realize exactly how much busy work you got in math during Study Hall.

Then it gets better when you have half the math class to do homework and then Latin class with the best teacher ever.

Over all, today was eh, though I dread Monday. Psycho girl will be in class again and anyone that hell bent on not moving their chair after they seemed perfectly calm not five minutes ago is not a happy prospect.

On another note, I realized things for Lost. Spoilers ahead.

Okay, first thing...

Mpreg is practically canon! Sure, male field mice is a smaller step than human, but darn it, that stuff made an infertile woman able to bear babies!

Also, whoever runs the Others are complete bastards.

Though love for the bus thing. The guy did deserve it.

Though, it does make me wonder why they gave that drug to Claire while she was with child. Does the island make people infertile?

And why didn't they have another doctor come in for Ben?!

Also, to those who have been on some of the sites for Lost.

The Hanso Project....didn't anyone else notice the words on the screen for Carl matched the ones on that site? Freaky...

Also, Rachel! Rachel who is the opposing person for that! She's the sister! I just realized that last night! Which means things might get very interesting soon with Lost. I have to say, getting a government conspiracy on a show based on an island where people crash is quite a feat and yet it's believeable for the story.

I want more Lost now!

Temperature is Subzero.

Tue, 06 Feb 2007 12:05:24 GMT

.......

Temperatures are supposed to be 0 to -10.

-10 to -20 near lake shore.

>.>

Two snow days in a row!

I go sleep some more now!

Tue, 06 Feb 2007 00:32:02 GMT

Stolen from lots of people.

I find it ironic the gender bent names of Cindy and Poindexter appeared, but they didn't.

Cye_Nako's Word Usage

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Banishment? (A bible RP)

Mon, 05 Feb 2007 01:55:52 GMT

San sighed as he closed another book. No one has ever encountered a partial fallen angel. Or even a full one. There seems to be no banishments for them. This does not bode well. San thought.

He went into the room Soraka was in and sighed. "It's sad. Such a creature has fallen because of poor timing. It's God's will, but it is a sad will."

Mon, 05 Feb 2007 01:50:57 GMT

Thanks to the wonderful Tav for links to the eppies.

Things that I thought.

Huh, Johnny seems kind of cool at the beginning...

Skulker and Ember are canon! Take that BHOF!

Yay for Kitty having powers! The girl is underappericiated too much.

I watch Jazz and I wonder....HOW IS SHE POPULAR?! I know she's hot and smart, but she's a geek for sure. I like geeks, but with DP's stereotyping....yeah.

Maddie knows the sleep touch!

Why are Danny's clothes form fitting on Sam? I also think she looks kind of hot like that...

Danny and Jack bonding....all the way through is AWESOME! And so feeding Emmy's mind and bunnies, isn't it Emmy?

Feeding mine too, actually.

ToT:

GLOWFACE! Uh, I mean VORTEX!

The Observants are not very observant if they did not see Vlad coming. CW must be amused.

.........

Amity Park is by Lake Eerie! The Great Lakes! There are no droughts near the Great Lakes! I've never seen anything close to a drought.

It makes me wonder why it took over a day to get to Wisconsin....

Lance Thunder....just go to Chicago. Please.

I love Jack. Jack is so awesome with his obsession with Vlad. Hopefully he'll convince Maddie into that threesome soon.

Oh, Vlad's here. He must be planning to blackmail Danny into helping with Vortex or a threat or trick or-

...........................................................................

*Brain explodes.*

OH MY GOD! HE! HE JUST!

GAH!

MIND DOES NOT COMPUTE!

*Head explodes and explodes brain more.*

........

*Rewinds to watch again.*

The scene scares me, but it is so compelling to watch.

Vortex....Vortex must be gay.

Ah, I was hoping for weather to affect Danny's mood. Though it's nice to see he's that worried about his parents. Yay family closeness!

Danny's bipolar.

Heh. Vlad serving Danny. Fangirls, start the perversion!

......Uncie Vlad?

UNCIE VLAD?!

Just....NO! Sex muffin! Kitten! Mister! Hell, even daddy is better! No Uncie Vlad!

Vlad only wants Danny normal so his house destroyed when he turns sixteen. >.>

Tucker looks so happy to have his invention being used. It's cute.

........why are the weather powers gone?

Why do I feel like Vortex did this on purpose because he thought Danny would cause more chaos?

How does Danny know the Observants?

Yeah....definitely mixed feelings about the episodes, but hey! Subtext I can mess with in my head!

P.S. Where's Valerie?! I want the kickass red hunter! And Danielle! Is she appearing again? *Wants stuff to play with for her character.* Maybe meet Valerie so I can warp that around?

Experiments Are Not Fun For All. (A Soraka and San RP)

Thu, 01 Feb 2007 00:16:02 GMT

The being refused to tell him anything. The being also seemed to now know everything about itself.
That was when Priest Sanctimoni decided he do some tests to see what exactly this supposed 'angel' was. On the table behind him were all the items and devices he used in his hunting.
"If he won't speak, then we'll have to do this by trial and error." San mumured and looked back at Soraka, chained to a chair with silver and iron chains. "Now he just needs to wake up."

Fri, 26 Jan 2007 00:21:45 GMT

Nabbed from Nash.

Get your own spectral analysis from Area 23^®

I have no idea what this is supposed to tell me.

Trying to figure out the mystery why things post to RP journal when she's logged into this account

Wed, 24 Jan 2007 01:26:56 GMT

Today....was not a good day. I have to hop everywhere for classes and I have more textbooks. I have never seen a class use more than half of their text books?! Why give us such heavy things?!

A happier note; Your english teacher rocks when he talks about mpreg. Especially when you're the only person not giving him weird looks. It's hilarius.

I have a Sociology teacher now. She likes emphasizing when she says 'and.' Weird....

Econ teacher....econ teacher not looking good.

Nor the Earth Science Teacher....

At least I still have the same 7th hour. Latin class. My teacher is awesome. She is kooky and funny and I can never stay upset in her class. Yay for easy switch from low to high!

On another note, my parents think my brother and I might have Aspergers. A form of Autism.

They're not sure, but it would explain some things. My dad thinks it goes all throughout my mom's family because it would explain a lot of their behaviors. My brother is very antisocial and so was I when I was younger. We've also had a lot of problems judging people by their body language and tone. When I was younger, I never got sarcasm.

We went through the list and whatever my brother didn't have, I did have. Though, the horrible handwriting thing with both share. I write a lot, so it's odd for me to still have it so bad. We also share being social anomalies. We never get dragged into fads.

My parents want me to talk to a boy at my school who I know has it to get the name of the psychiatrist to do a test for us to see if we have it or not.

So, that's interesting. Too bad my dad said my mom might had it. She's gonna use it to bug him so a while now. All in good humor, of course. Hee.

Meme and random use of my new icon....

Thu, 18 Jan 2007 20:09:28 GMT

I wish to keep my creative juices....juicy during exam week. It helps me not turn to such mushy mush.

Give me a character and then pick one of the hilarious prompts from behind the cut, and I'll write you a drabble.

01. Naughty _____
02. Happy _____
03. Sly _____
04. Angsty _____
05. Poorly-Sick-And-Dying _____
06. Horny _____
07. Pregnant _____
08. Excited _____
09. Book-Reading _____
11. Jealous ______
12. Kidnapped _____
13. Caring _____
14. On-His-or-Her-Knees _____
15. Obedient _____
16. Losing-His-or-Her-Cherry _____
17. Naive _____
18. Shocked _____
19. Greedy _____
20. Daring _____
21. Exploring _____
22. Swimming-In-The-Buff-_____
23. Bathtime _____
24. Eating-His-or-Her-Lunch-And-Drinking-From-A-Soda-Bottle _____
25. Exhausted _____
26. Falling-Down-A-Lot _____
27. Well-shagged _____
28. Kickass _____

Because Tav Had to Have it.

Thu, 18 Jan 2007 19:59:56 GMT

The first use of my new icon!

Also, the project that gave the idea of Katara being a Zukang fan.

Zuko dances a lot.

I hope you enjoy.