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 Posted: Fri May 29, 2009 1:15 pm
Greetings, one and all. I'll be your host for the Fanfiction contest, this event. I hope that, one and all, you'll help contribute in creating a grand ensemble of literary greatness! biggrin
And I'll pay you, too. So that helps. Without further ado...
The Theme:
Reminiscence. Breathe life again into the memories of your characters, and show us the wonders of nostalgia! Any mood, setting, and level of seriousness will do! Don't hold back. Show us the world from your character's eyes, be it a guild OC or a canon character. Really take us back!
Make us cry. Make us laugh, or simply smile. Why not try to make us melt with the sheer amount of cuteness you can muster? Anything will do- even the cold despair of years lost and times past can muster up primal emotions from within us all.
Or even the thoughts of a cold indifference can shock us into really thinking about those who scarcely feel at all.
Entrance Fee:
Send 500 gold in a trade to be put into the contest. If you can't afford it, I'll pay your way. 3nodding
Prizes:
Significant. >3 Literally, a 100k pool of pure will be divided (not evenly, of course!) to everyone who participates. As an example, if five people were to join, the winner would get 40k, the second place 30k, and 10k to each of the other participants. :3
Obviously the prize total goes down as more people join, but... >_> It's still worth it, right? Right?
Current Entrants:
Spiraling_into_oblivion
Danni-chan
Suisho Tomoe
Ganon Firenight
Cortesa
Marshmallow Kitty
Dread Reaver Kyros
Recamen
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 12:18 pm
Wow, eight contestants, so far! surprised Color me shocked!
Just online for a moment- those of you who know me well might say, "Hey, wait, she's normally not online on weekends..."
And that's quite true. Which means, of course, that I won't be here to tally up final entries until the 22nd.
This is good for you. smile
I'm accepting entries until June 21st, 11:59 PM PST- So long as Gaia says you've PMed it to me by then, your names will be added (even if the trades haven't been completed yet) and you'll be entered into the contest. smile The posting of the fics (unlabeled) and the voting process will start sometime on the 22nd.
If you're like me and want to host a fic (or submit a second one) that you don't want to be voted on, let me know! I'll be posting those up, as well... and there will be a little token of appreciation given to those, despite not being eligible for the main prize.
Good luck to everyone! Thank you for the great turnout! biggrin
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 7:40 am
Fic 1 The Finer Points of Siege WarfareAisen stared off into the distance at the enemy castle. Stupid castle, looking all tall and proud. Didn't it realize it was just going to be beseiged again and again and again? Not even by his army, either. No way. After this battle ended, two other armies would meet on the exact same spot, and that smug castle would just get beseiged again. He sighed, rubbing a hand through his blond hair as he looked out onto the field in front of him. What's a supervillain-in-training to do, he supposed. You come in, you either kick butt or you don't, and even if you DO, you only hold the castle for an instant and then WHOOSH, you're whisked away to some other random battlefield and..."Hey, Aisen!" The Druid Lord in question snapped out of his reverie as Freya, a Bishop of Pagination and longtime "friend" of Aisen, came running up from the front lines. "If it's about why I'm not up there fighting with you guys, I TOLD you I don't know, either. I swear, it's not MY fault I'm 20/20 first!" "I'm 20/20 too! But would it kill you to help the rest of us out? Javert's busy doing what he usually does, Ghis can only take abuse, and Valentin's just shouting advice as usual!" ...That is to say, Ghis was merely designed with defenses in mind, and couldn't really attack to save his hide. Valentin generally shouted things such as "TO BARREL ROLL, PRESS Z OR R TWICE" on the battlefield. And Javert, well... he was a once-and-done kind of guy. As in he hit once, and then someone else made sure he "died". He always managed to come back alive after the battle, though. Aisen never figured out how or why. "...So, aren't we winning?" "Not really. Let's see... we had a chance to kill that one General up there, and so we did, but then... we missed on that 95% Elfire that got Lottaire counter-critted, and then on the counterattack we suffered a crit that knocked out Sophitia, and I'm pretty sure Javert is gone, and..." She looked back for a second. "...So is Valentin. Funny how a 58% Horseslayer hits." "DAMN YOU, RNG!" Aisen roared in fury. If there was one thing about this world he hated, it was the Random Number Generator. It decided EVERYTHING in battle, and he was convinced that the RNG hated Aisen with a passion. He had no idea why--all he wanted to do was follow in Nergal's footsteps and take over the world or something, maybe raise an evil family. Really, was that TOO MUCH to ask? Sometimes he wondered who was the REAL monster--the villains, or the "heroes" who HEARTLESSLY CRUSHED THEIR HOPES AND DREAMS? ...Yeah. Next time you go to kill Nergal, maybe you'll think before you smite him with that Luna tome. "So, um, it seems unlikely we're going to take the throne." "You mean we've lost this one?" Aisen asked, glancing ahead. No, Ghis was still alive... that bottle of booze he had was as strong as ever. A bit chipped, but not yet broken. As long as that bottle wasn't broken, Ghis could outlast a storm of magical fire... "...Well... actually, I have an idea." Freya answered cautiously. "And that is...?" "Come with me, over to the castle wall." "...In the middle of a BATTLE? I don't see how we're going to make it last that long before the other team comes up and--" "Not THAT idea," Freya responded angrily. "Another one! You'll see!" And so Aisen and Freya moved next to the castle wall and waited. Sure enough, they soon heard a loud wail from Ghis ("ME BOTTLE O' BOOZE! Yeh broke it, yeh did! I'll fetch me a new one, an' ye'll NOT be breakin' it!"), and then it was them versus about... oh, six enemy units all out to beat the snot out of the duo. "So, what's the plan?" Aisen asked. "We can't charge them, we can't leap over the wall, we can't break it down..." Freya paused at Aisen's last words. "...Y-you can't be serious." "Trust me." Aisen lifted his hands in mock surrender. "Why not? It can't hurt now." Freya smiled briefly and cupped her hands together to form the body's natural megaphone and shouted what may go down as perhaps the most epic words spoken on any battlefield ever: "HEY, KOOL-AID!!" All went still for a moment. The enemy army paused. What a strange thing to say in their moment of triumph! Was this some sort of strange taunt, or a new spell, or...? Cl-cl-clop, cl-cl-clop, cl-cl-clop...A horse appeared on the plains, not so far in the distance. On its back looked like a very fat man at first, holding up a large pitcher. As the figure got closer, all could see that the fat man was in fact a very fat pitcher full of red liquid! And as he advanced, his battle cry came forth, ringing over all the battlefield, bringing joy to friends and despair to foes: "OHHHH, YEEEEAAAHHH!!!" The Kool-Aid Guy charged heroically towards the castle, Kool-Aid in hand, ready to give to the thirsty to keep them fighting. Just like Molly Pitcher before him! ...Except, y'know, Molly Pitcher's from history. The Kool-Aid Guy, well. He's. He's here. The Kool-Aid Guy's charge brought him straight into the castle wall and THROUGH, bringing the walls crashing down as he barged straight through like he always did. "OHHH, YEEEEAAAHHH!!!" he shouted once more for all to hear. "Yes, yes, we heard you the first time," came Aisen's voice as he walked over the rubble and towards the throne to sit on it. And so, the tactic of Kool-Aiding was invented by Lord Aisen (with some small degree of help from someday-to-be-Mistress Freya). It was henceforth written down in the Encyclopedia Learania for future generations to see and learn: Kool-Aiding: The tactic of calling the Kool-Aid Guy into the walls of an enemy fortification in the hopes that he will bash down the wall with a loud "OHHH, YEEEEAAAHHH!!!"...I know a good siege tactic when I see one, Aisen decided as he sat on the throne in triumph.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 7:41 am
Fic 2 As the night was still, when birds tucked their heads under their wings and the moon threw a silver curtain onto thick grass and snug homes, Blossom sat on her rooftop. With her nightgown pulled around her legs, making a tent over the shingles underneath her, she sat in silence. There was no need for any real thought, just the pleasant feeling of the calm night brought, but sometimes Blossom would reflect on her day, or the choices she'd made in her life, or the things she'd had to do in her line of work. It was these nights that Blossom felt much deeper and more wise than she thought she deserved. But most nights, she simply sat. That particular night, Blossom held a blanket around her shoulders as she looked up to the stars. It was a cold night, with a light wind that seeped through the skin, bit at the muscles, chewed at the bones. A thin layer of clouds, a wispy curtain of white that filtered the strong light of a waxing gibbous moon, hung overhead. Her face was cast with the odd, shifting shadows of those filmy clouds as she thought. That last night, Blossom's mother had taken her up to the rooftop with her. Bundled in a thick blanket, safe and warm in her mother's arms, Blossom and Corrine had found pictures and shapes in the stars. It was the last time Blossom heard her mother speak about her home. She rarely mentioned her home – Blossom knew nothing of her mother's family, just that her parents had abandoned her when she left Ilia to become a mercenary alongside Roland, Blossom's father – but that night, Corrine had told her only child of the Strongwings while sheltering her from the cold, mother and daughter close and safe from the dark, cold night. Blossom sat alone this time. She shivered and tucked the blanket closer to her. The moon seemed far, close by sight but eluding searching fingers. Blossom closed her eyes. She thought of her mother's face, her eyes, her laugh like a long wind chime. The young woman released a sad breath and her own cloud peeped at her before melting into the darkness. What did she smell like? Her mother had such a familiar smell; it was always the same. Blossom's shoulders shook. Was it the cold? All she could remember was the blood. Blood, blood, so much of it. Blossom bit her finger. It was stiff in the cold. It was hot that day, bees too tired to sting and children too uncomfortable to play, standing in the shade and safety of home. Blossom tasted copper. The house reeked of it, stained everywhere, a thick painting of it over her parents' bodies that covered Blossom's hands and crawled to her elbows. Blossom tasted water, salt. Flames licked the house. Salt came faster now to her lips. Burning flesh, chewing through wood, she was only able to save that sword and her mother's book before she had to run, avoid being crushed in the sweeping, destroying flames. She ran. Coward. Blossom's hand found her face. The blood stuck to her cheek; the salt washed it away. She had been told to hide. There were so many soldiers, spears and swords and searing heat floating around scowling faces. Her parents were alone, Corrine with the iron lance she hadn't used in years, Roland with his long, flat broadsword, using his tall body to shield his wife. Blossom wanted to stay. She wanted to help. More salt to her lips. Blossom rubbed it away and she tasted copper, a heavy sting at her finger. She knew she could fight. She had trained, been taught by her father, she knew the motions. But they made her hide. Blossom licked her finger, and there was more copper. It still stung. She hid, such a tiny girl to be such a big coward, and when she finally had the sense to ignore their orders, burst out of hiding and run to help, they were already dying, the soldiers gone. Corrine was already gone. Roland claimed it wasn't her fault. He coughed red, his shirt bloomed with more of it, and he managed out a good-bye. He was smiling as he went. He had claimed it wasn't her fault. Blossom could not be convinced otherwise, not with dead parents and a home set ablaze by an intruding army. She shivered; the temperature had dropped. Blossom was about to stand when she heard a clunking noise that snapped her to attention. A slim hand, then a head of scruffy brown hair emerged from the attic hatch door. “A-Aidan!” Blossom stammered in surprise. “I thought... I thought you were asleep!” Blossom drew her blanket tighter around her slim body and pressed her finger against the woven fabric. It stung, but it hid the blood. The lanky young man shut the hatch behind him and crawled over to where Blossom sat. He was wearing his mantle, the thick green fabric that smelled so much like him, like parchment and grass and that faint man smell that made Blossom's mind wander. “What are you doing out here?” he asked, ignoring her exclamation about his sleep pattern. He sneezed loudly into his sleeve, and Blossom mumbled a quiet “Bless you.” He crawled over to the short-haired young woman and sat down against her. He caught the scent of her bleeding finger, sniffing the air; the carefree smile fell away in the wake of a frown. “You're bleeding!” came his concerned voice, and one hand took her wrist, grip gentle as he studied her finger. A healing cut there had been opened by her front teeth, Blossom realized when she finally took the time to see the source of all that red, the copper taste. Blood welled against her fingerprint. “Ye-Yeah,” was Blossom's hesitant response. Aidan's eyes turned to her. His were so bright, deep pockets of sky Blossom could fall into, down, down... and her own were an unpolished blue covered in soot and guilt, dingy, unpolished. When her eyes turned away, Aidan's other hand came to her face. Unlike her own calloused palms, made soft with lotion and care, his were perfectly smooth. “I... couldn't sleep. I thought coming up here would help. How long have I been up here?” Aidan didn't answer her question, pressing his thumb to her bleeding cut. He waited her out; Blossom knew that he knew why she had come up here at night, while he was asleep, without letting him know in any way. “You had that nightmare again.” Blossom winced as if slapped. Aidan rubbed one finger against her lifeline, her hand hanging there without his help. He studied her hand, so small against his big palms and long fingers, and he looked up to Blossom's face. “You've had that nightmare for over two years now, haven't you?” It started out the same each time; sitting in a closet, struggling under a mountain of old clothes and fallen jackets to reach a closed door. Sometimes the arms wound around her like thick denim snakes, corduroy ropes, cotton chains that held her away from the door. Smoke would trail in and wind around her face to smother her. It always felt so real, she could feel the heat on her face and smell the smoke. Eventually she would break free, stumble into the flames and find her parents before her. Corrine and Roland would be standing there in front of the doorway, blood pasted across their bodies missing chunks of skin and muscle. The look in their faces was always one of insanity, and before Blossom could ever speak, they would demand why she hadn't come, hadn't listened to them, but she never knew which she was supposed to do, she couldn't hide and help them at the same time... Then Blossom would wake up, sometimes screaming, sometimes not; however, she was always covered head to toe in a hot sweat, struggling to breathe properly. Blossom nodded once. Aidan studied her face again. Blossom held his gaze this time and stared wide-eyed into those two pieces of cloudless sky. Finally he whispered, “Why didn't you wake me?” Blossom faltered. “I... thought...” she started. She struggled to formulate a proper answer. What would he accept? “I didn't want to... worry you. I thought if I just... ignored it and calmed down, I would...” Aidan pulled Blossom into his lap. One hand stroked her hair, long motions against short brown locks that made Blossom tip her head back and close her eyes. He gripped her hand gently; her finger wasn't bleeding now. “It wasn't your fault.” Blossom felt the saltwater come again, and Aidan rocked her slowly; he knew what response she wanted to make. “It's not. You know they don't want to see you cry like this.” Blossom held herself close, head under his chin. She felt the soft rumble of his words against her spine. “I still remember when I met you,” he murmured. He rubbed his fingertips against her scalp, and Blossom made a soft, pleased sound, like a cat's happy purr. “We had gone into that ruined village, and you were in front of that charred house. You were so scared of us.” Blossom tilted her head up as Aidan chuckled. “You didn't care about revenge near as much as having a place to live or someone with you so you wouldn't be alone... did you?” Aidan asked softly. Blossom nodded and looked up quietly to the sky. The gauzy clouds were beginning to part and clear the silvery moon amongst an ocean of stars. “You were the first person to open up to me,” Blossom murmured. “You cared.” “We all did,” Aidan insisted. Blossom shifted and turned around, studying Aidan with her blue-grey eyes. Aidan's smile widened as Blossom's fingers traced his nose, eyelids, eyebrows, her touch of feathers, of clouds, of the night breeze. Her thumb grazed his lower lip. She leaned her forehead into his; she never broke eye contact. “You care the most,” she whispered, her lips brushing his ever so slightly with each word. A shiver went down her spine, and she could see down his, feel it in his eyes. Aidan's gaze deepened, voice growing a little husky as he put his hand on the small of her back, and he pulled her closer to him. “Always.” The two didn't get back to bed for a short while, but as she leaned against Aidan's chest, his hand stroking her arm in long motions, she felt lulled into a soft security. She smiled and drifted into sleep. Her hands clasped onto Aidan's free hand, grip only relaxing as he continued to touch her arm, reassuring her sleeping mind of his presence. This time, as she slept, she slept dreamlessly, protected by a skinny young man with scruffy brown hair and his heart beating steadily into her back.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 7:42 am
Fic 3 Our Farewell
Over. After so much hardship and grief, we could finally say it was all over. Elibe was safe. The price we had to pay for that safety, though, was so high. Countless lives were lost, all due to one man’s lust for power. It was absolutely unforgivable.
There was still something wrong, though. You and I... we were to pay the final price. We were to turn our backs on Elibe, the land of our birth, and go through that Gate. We would have never seen any of them again.
“So we... we can’t stay here. The gate is still open. If it remains so, other dragons will certainly pass through. Before that happens, we must return to our world. We must regain our power and seal the gate... from that side.”
... Did it hurt for you to say that, Ninian? I saw how you looked at him. I knew that you wanted to be with him. Were you trying to break Lord Eliwood’s heart so that he wouldn’t be upset? Or were you just speaking the harsh truth, the cold and cruel reality?
“...... Come, Nils. Let us go. We must return to our world...”
... I wanted to slap you. I wanted to shout at you. I wanted you to open your eyes and see what you were doing, because it seemed like you didn’t know! You were crazy, Ninian, for saying such things. Why were you saying such things? Why were you pushing away your desires?
I knew, though, that you wanted more than anything else to stay behind. You wanted to live the rest of your life with Lord Eliwood, rather it be twenty years or twenty days. You yearned to be by his side.
“Nils! You... Are you...”
“Mm. I’m going alone.”
... I had to, Ninian. To keep you with me, to tell you that you had to come with me... I would have felt guilty for the rest of my life. I didn’t want to seem selfish. I couldn't ignore what you wanted.
... But I wanted you to be with me.
“Don’t cry, Ninian...”
Cry, cry! Cry your heart out! Nothing could change, so express yourself!
“Even if we’re apart, if we never see each other again, our bond will never, ever be cut...”
... Did you feel it breaking, Ninian? Could you tell that my words were just lies, spoken with the foolish wish that they could possibly be true? I had to say them, though, to instill hope in your heart as well as my own. I wanted to believe that you would never forget me, and that I’d see you again someday in the future.
You said it yourself, though. I had to regain my power and seal the gate. There would be no turning back and no second chances.
I was leaving you behind, never to see you again.
“More importantly, Sister... Live as long... and be as happy as you can, for as long as you can.”
... Did you see the tears I had to hold back, the ones that were threatening to flow down my confidently-smiling face?
“Nils!!”
... Farewell, Ninian.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 7:44 am
Fic 4 I Am On A Pleasant Sea Voyage Castello was bored. He had tried everything. He'd napped for three hours. He'd gone through town with a tiny knife and very sneakily popped off strategic buttons from the shirts of particularly busty women, secure in the knowledge that hilarity would ensue somewhere, at some point down the line. He didn't even have to be there to enjoy it; as a master of the craft of pranking, Castello was able to take pleasure in simply setting it up. He had played with Triumph for a while, read Misura's diary again, drawn up and discarded plans for insurance and bait-and-switch scams, and had even tried doing his chores. He concluded that he had been correct in his decision to leave them for someone else to do in the past, and would resume ignoring his daily chores henceforth. Now he sat at the kitchen table with the others after one of Kyros' delicious, filling meals. "Ahhh," he sighed, patting his stomach lightly before he sat forward. "Hey." He tapped the table thoughtfully, looking across the table at Shento, Kyros, Ledreak, and Misura. "Remember that time we were on a boat?" The others looked up and stared at him quizzically. Ledreak stared at him quizzically over a pair of shades. The winged laguz sat back at the table, recounting the tale thoughtfully... ----- Castello had been at breakfast-- ----- "When have you ever woken up in time for breakfast?" Misura asked sharply. "Shut up! I woke up for breakfast once," he snapped. "Where was I?" ----- Castello had been at breakfast with Shento and Kyros. He had a glass of orange juice, and a little pitcher of milk along with a bowl and a box of his favorite cereal, Crunchy Balls of Ocular Tissue. He'd taken a seat at the table across from his two comrades, and had overturned the box to shake out what he hoped would be an acceptable amount of the eyeball-flavored cereal ("It turns your milk white with red veins!"). On the second shake, a little card had fallen out into his bowl. Curious, Castello had picked up the card and read it, then grinned. "Hey, I won a free boat ride for three guys who can destroy pirates!" Kyros looked excitedly at Shento for a moment, who turned his head to blink at Kyros uncomprehendingly. "Now," said Castello as their attention turned back to him, "Who should I take..." He seemed to sit and ponder the thought for a long moment before he pointed to Shento, smiling. "Shento." Still confused, the sniper ventured, "... Yes?" Ignoring Shento's obliviousness, Castello rubbed his chin thoughtfully, then raised his finger, looking over at Kyros. "Aaaaand," he began, watching the excited look on Kyros' face grow more and more ecstatic. "Ledreak," Castello finished, pointing over at the Halberdier as he entered the kitchen. Ledreak reached up and gave his fro pick a tug, then slid it back into place. "Cool." Kyros was, to put it nicely, peeved. On the deck of the boat-- ----- "Wait a second," Misura interrupted, "What the hell? What about in between?" "Yo baby, shut the hell up's what happened in between!" Ledreak snapped, pushing his shades up in front of his eyes and leaning back in his chair. "Thank you," Castello said, turning back to face everyone. "So like I said, we were on the boat and we were all wearing tuxedoes, and Ledreak had this sweet top hat and shades, and suddenly he just goes..." ----- "Sh-sh-sh-sh-shawty!" Ledreak called in an oddly lilting voice as he stood on the bow of the boat with his two comrades. "Awwww, s**t!" Castello yelled to the sea at large. "Get your towels ready, it's about to go down! Everybody in the place hit the ********' deck!" he'd advised their audience, "But stay on your ********' toes! We runnin' this, let's go," he added, jerking his thumb over his shoulder. He and Shento lunged forward, dancing to a beat blaring from parts unknown as they shouted, "I'm on a boat! I'm on a boat, everybody look at me, 'cause I'm sailing on a boat!" As they did this, Ledreak sang in their wake in that same lilting way, repeating their phrases with a notable twist on "sailing on a boat!" This pattern continued as they went on shouting. "I'm on a boat!" they said, "I'm on a boat! Take a good hard look at the ******** boat!" Ledreak chose to punctuate this, rather effectively, with "Yeah!" as he pointed directly at the audience. Then, they were inside their cabin, Shento and Castello wearing white captain's uniforms and hats as Shento took the lead and began to shout to the beat, "Qohome vahnye ******** molouaha tav! Poske odwa monyo vahnye akohn amonav!" "Yeah, yeah!" Ledreak contributed helpfully. Also, they were outside again, up in the crow's nest now. "Mahawe kopa maie," Shento rapped, revealing that he had changed into some extremely short shorts as he spread his arms and caught the wind with his coat. "Ehnam makkan tomarot!" And then he was fully dressed again, down in the galley. "Qon vanhl ******** 'cause I'm on a boat!" he finished in broken Learanian. Castello was on a podium in front of a large banner that read "I'M ON A BOAT". There, he addressed a crowd of reporters as he took over, inexplicably (and somewhat ironically) wearing a flight suit. "Take a picture, trick!" he told the crowd. "Trick!" Ledreak supplied. Castello went on, grateful for Ledreak's assistance, "I'm on a boat, b***h!" he shouted. Ledreak enthusastically added "b***h!" from all the way down in the galley. Out on the deck momentarily, Castello stood in his tux again with an open bottle of champagne, waving it as foam streamed off the top. "I'm drinking Santana champ 'cause it's so crisp," he shouted at the sea as Ledreak responded with a drunken "Crisp!" And then the lovable raven was back on the podium in his flight suit, informing the reporters, "I've got my swim trunks!" as he pointed downwards. And then he was out sitting on the edge of a jacuzzi on the deck in a Hawaiian shirt and white shorts, holding a pair of blue sandals, which he waved in front of himself as he and Ledreak sang in tandem, "And my flippy-floppies!" "I'm flippin' burgers," the raven called toward the shore, wearing a chef's hat and tossing a small patty of meat onto the grill while Kyros stood at a large printing press back on land. "You at the printer's," Castello teased, "straight flippin' copies!" Shento appeared to sit in the water as he bobbed up and down waving one arm and holding something between his legs. "Qo hane miyo dolphin!" he called, and then stood up straight on the deck, flipping his hands one over the other as he added, "Mekkha lirana s**t!" He once more bobbed on the edge of the deck, holding what appeared to be an inflatable dolphin between his legs as he went on. "Sahn dolphin shola," he crowed joyously. Even as Kyros busily took the garbage out, forced to take over the chores of the three who had gone on the boat trip, Shento was singing, "Gahvel nokolodrema qet!" as Kyros was inexplicably soaked by an enormous quantity of water. "Lakware Sea World," Shento called, holding his arms out as he danced with the toy dolphin between his legs. He couldn't help feeling his spirits lift as Ledreak at last returned to accompany him with a vocalized "Ohhh!" Empowered, Shento finished, "Lakwaro mangal wyvvet!" in their cabin, sitting on their bed as he and Castello dramatically removed their shades. And as Ledreak chimed in with "Yeah, yeah!" back out on the deck in Hawaiian garb and enjoying freshly grilled hamburgers, the sniper managed, once more in broken but passable Learanian, "I're on boat, ********, ever you don't forget!" He finished this last part once more in his tux, standing on the deck. Back in the cabin in their captains uniforms, Castello picked up the verse. "I'm on a boat, and," he began suspensefully. "It's going fast, and," he went on, allowing the suspense to grow as he stepped out on the deck in his tux. Suddenly he ran to the galley to inform the audience, "I've got a nautical themed pashmina afghan," which he displayed back out on the deck. With remarkable timing, Ledreak had managed to sing "Afghan" in perfect synchronization with the bird laguz. Once more in his flight suit, Castello stood in front of the boat's mast as he mimed a circle with his arms and sang, "I'm the king of the world!" Quickly, he changed into his tux and flew to the bow, where he perched with his arms spread as wide as he could and continued seamlessly, "On a boat like Leo!" Back on the deck with Ledreak and Shento, he pointed towards land and laughed as he sang, "If you on the sho', then you're sho' not me-o!" As he sang this, Kyros had an unpleasant encounter with a watchman and ended up with a fine. Grilling burgers on the deck, Shento (who had stolen many of Castello's costumes) was suddenly possessed to point his spatula at the nearest passenger and yell, while cycling through his stolen costumes rapidly, "Mogne iln ********! Real this boat!" Castello knelt on the shore, picked up a clump of grass, and dropped it distastefully as he declared (already back in the cabin in his nice captain uniform), "******** land, I'm on a boat, ********!" to a chorus of "********!" from a gleeful Ledreak, who had acquired his own captain's hat. Shento, too, made his way to shore long enough to point at a tree as he shouted, "******** hygola," before mounting a large white buoy off the port stern and adding, "Lonyagen buoys, ********!" to which Ledreak again replied, "******** sniper went on, returning to the cabin and his captain's uniform, "Eptome katal she vois, ********!" Bored with repetition, Ledreak merely offered a "Yeah!" in response, but still a fairly lively one. Castello took it from that point, standing by Kyros on land and shoving the Warrior's head as he teased, "The boat's engine's dudes with oars, ********!" with assistance from Ledreak, and on deck he threw the burgers he had painstakingly made at the nearest passerby. Once more wearing his tux, standing before the mast of the boat, Castello plowed on. "Hey, Teifi, if you could see me now," he crooned, sitting halfway up the mast in his flight suit with a pair of goggles. Down in the galley, Ledreak melodiously parroted, "See me now!" He was once again wearing his stylish black top hat over his afro. Castello resumed, wearing his afghan and leaning back against the railing with his arms spread as he sang, "Arms spread wide, on the starboard bow!" A pirate Wyvern Rider flew behind him as he stood, framed by sunset on the starboard side. Ledreak was up by the mast at that point, and he replied with a harmonic refrain of "The starboard bow!" Next time, he decided, he'd try a reprise instead of a refrain. Shento picked up the tune on the deck as he sang, "Degwish no ming ereb arkow!" which Ledreak reprised as "Moon somehow!" He liked it. "Like Kevin Garnett," Castello shouted down in the galley, "Anything is possible!" he shouted long and loud, along with Ledreak and Shento as the mighty raven stood on the very bow and spread his arms wide once more. "Yeah," Ledreak sighed wistfully out on deck, "Never thought I'd be on a boat." Back on his podium, in his flight suit, Castello pumped his fist and shouted, "Let's go!" Down in the galley, Ledreak flapped his hands like a homosexual as he sang, "It's a big, blue, watery road! Yeah," he sighed again out on deck once more before he returned to the cabin. There, he donned his captain's hat and addressed an oil painting of a sea god from another world. "Poseidon," he sang, "Look at me!" He held the syllable out as he returned to the deck with the other two as Castello shouted, "All hands on deck!" "Whoa," Ledreak sang down in the galley, and also up on the deck at pretty much the same time which is not easy, so it just goes to show how amazing he is. "Never thought I'd see the day," he sang, watching the wyvern-riding pirate pass by again, and continued in the cabin with the other two, "When a big boat comin' my way!" Out on the deck, he built up to his big finale: "Believe me when I say:" And quite suddenly he stood in a yellow shirt, black jacket, and psychedelic top hat in front of a topless, stunning Charolais wearing a fish tail over her legs. He sang smugly, pointing his thumb at the Baroness of Mordache, "I ******** a mermaid!" He drew out the last syllable as he returned to the deck where his friends once more chanted the part about being on a boat. You know. Where they yelled, "I'm on a boat!" They continued yelling it in their uniforms in the cabin, repeating, "I'm on a boat!" Then they put on red and white sailor suits to contrast Ledreak's new military captain's uniform as they rapped. "Everybody look at me, 'cause I'm sailing on a boat!" they shouted with as much dignity as they could muster. Back over by Charolais, because Ledreak liked it there, he sang, "Oooh!" as the other two sang, "I'm on a boat!" up on the deck once Ledreak joined them. "I'm on a boat, take a good hard look at the ******** boat!" they yelled as Ledreak hopped from foot to foot, singing, "Sh-sh-shaw! Sh-sh-shaw, sh-sh-shaw," and his furious singing was such that down in the galley, the whole boat began to shake as he continued, "Shawty! Shawty!" And he warped to the wheel and turned the boat around as he finished, at long last, "Yeah, yeah yeah..." And then Shento shot the ******** wyvern pirates. "All right," Castello said, running his fingers through his hair. "Let's head home. From the top, guys!" ----- "Oh, come on! That never happened, Castello, you saw it on the internet!" Misura scolded him, crossing her arms and scoffing. "Oh." Castello blinked. "Right. Was a good story, though."
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 7:45 am
Fic 5 Reminisce- Erk on FEF Though I have only recently joined, I found this place I was in surprisingly warm and almost family like. People would expect a company of mercenaries to be useless brutes who are in a never ending quest for money- held by no honor, nothing. Yet the people here are so much more than that. They are so kind and courteous. All the people have their own reasons to be here and not a single one is for money (or at least I hope not). The warmth in this place is simply amazing for what others have imagined it to be. I even remember the first day coming here I found myself reached out to by my Lord Pent who just so happened to be here. How kind he was to me. It made me feel like I was a child seeing his father after a long time apart. Then soon after rejoining with Pent he introduced me to two other amazing people: Roy and Sue. Roy was an amazing tactician but a little too quick to take action sometimes, and then Sue was always thinking things through before acting. The two were a bit strange at first, and it took me awhile to trust them, but nonetheless I finally did. Oh and when Halloween came around it was very fun. The whole company came together for a celebration and it was nothing like I’d seen before! Though Halloween was supposed to be scary and full of ghosts and werewolves, zombies and vampires, I found that this Halloween was quite…pleasant. I didn’t take part in it too actively…but I could just see how much fun everyone else was having. I could see how tightly knit together they all were and it was breathtaking. Another holiday I enjoyed greatly was Christmas, mostly because I actually joined in the festivities a little. I created a few carols for our guild, none of which could stand up to Sue’s Erk the Mage boy which I felt honored to be mentioned in. Of course I also remember one being about Rathy Claus which I found utterly amazing and hilarious. Ah, and then when FEF spent a day in the snow…that too was fun! I had not yet met so many of those nice people until then. Easter and Valentines day were also very joyful for the festivities were amazing. There were so many holidays to get to know some of the wonderful people in the company. It has indeed been a wonderful year. Whether it was reading Nils fan fiction, listening to carols by Sue, or simply speaking with anyone from the company, it was nice. I must say even enjoyed dancing the ‘Erk dance’ with the good lady Nino. This place is great, it’s wonderful, it’s warm. For one who has been cold loneliness for some time it was good to find a warm place where you are surrounded by warm people. In this company it’s like a family, and this place is like a home. I want to stay here in this warm place I call home. For even when war is upon us, on the dawn before battle after grabbing our weapons we mount our horses and together, we ride to battle.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 7:46 am
Fic 6 ~What We Leave Behind~
“It’s a boy!” the cleric announced, holding up the tiny, wailing figure. “Congratulations, my lady.”
She hurried off to clean and care for the newborn child. Two clerics followed her, leaving the last two to care for the new mother, wiping the sweat from her forehead.
Ninian smiled, radiant despite her disheveled appearance. “Thank goodness he’s alright.”
She relaxed for the first time in hours. It had been a difficult birth, but both mother and child were fine. Still smiling, she closed her eyes.
“Let me in!” a voice coming from outside the room demanded. “I want to see my wife, if you please.”
“Lady Ninian?” a cleric asked. “Shall I tell—?”
“No, no, please, let him in,” she told the girl.
Eliwood rushed in, kneeling beside his wife, taking her hand in his. “Ninian, praise Elimine you’re alright.” He smiled, relieved to see her well.
“I told you I would be alright, Eliwood,” she said, too tired to really tease him.
He laughed, wanting to draw her into his arms, choosing to kiss her instead.
“Here you are, my lady,” the head cleric said as she returned a few moments later. She handed a small bundle to Ninian, who expertly held it in her arms.
“Look, Eliwood,” she said, showing the bundle to her husband. “Our son.”
Eliwood beamed down at the newborn child, laughing to see a full head of red hair. “He’s a true Pheraen alright,” he nodded.
“He’s beautiful,” Ninian agreed.
Silently, the clerics filed out, leaving the new family alone. Now that he was warm and comfortable, held in loving arms, the little boy quietly slept, his mouth open in a little ‘O.’
“What shall we name him?” Ninian asked softly. “We never did decide.”
Eliwood grinned, still getting used to the idea that he was now a father. “You’re right. We only decided that we wouldn’t name him Elbert or Nils, since that would only pain us both.”
“Mm.” Looking at her son, Ninian remembered her husband’s father and her younger brother. Ninian still blamed herself for Lord Elbert’s death, despite Eliwood’s protests, and both of them missed the little bard. Nils had returned to the other side of the Dragon’s Gate alone after giving his blessing to his sister and the then-lordling. He had chosen to go back alone to seal the Dragon's Gate from the other side, allowing Ninian to stay behind with Eliwood.
Eliwood frowned slightly, thinking. “What was that one we’d talked about a few days ago? Ray?”
Ninian giggled, careful not to shake the baby too much. “Roy, dear.”
The little newborn opened his eyes, staring up at his mother and father. Eliwood stared back, his blue eyes filled with wonder.
Ninian smiled, holding out a finger to touch her son’s hand. “Do you like that name, little one? Little Roy?”
He cooed, shifting and squirming. A tiny hand reached up to meet the offered finger. Tiny fingers wrapped around the larger one, clinging tightly.
“Roy it is then,” Eliwood agreed. “Hello, little Roy.”
“He has a strong grip,” Ninian noted. “He’ll grow up to be just as strong as his father.”
Roy cried out happily. Eliwood and Ninian smiled at each other, both not entirely sure this moment was real, both reveling in it.
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Ninian sat in a chair watching her son riding his first pony. All of two and a half years old, he held on to the saddle, calling for his father to “Go faster, Daddy!” Eliwood, who had the reins in his hand, led the pony round and round the small practice area normally used by knights teaching the pages how to ride. Close to both stables and infirmary, it was the ideal place for the little lordling’s first riding lesson, though he saw it as play.
“Mommy!” Roy shouted, “Mommy, lookit me! I’m ridin' a pony, Mommy!” He laughed, all smiles.
“I see you are!” Ninian called back, her son’s smile identical to her own.
“I’ll be riding better than Daddy soon!” he declared.
“Oh you will, will you?” Eliwood said, grinning as he led the horse around in a turn.
Ninian’s breath hitched suddenly, sending her into a coughing fit. A servant hurried forward to take the reins Eliwood dropped in his haste to reach his wife. A cleric was already by her side, helping her to swallow the liquid already prepared. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, her coughing subsided.
“Ninian?” Eliwood asked, worry coloring his voice. “Are you alright?”
“Y-yes, I’m fine,” she said, though she didn’t look it. Her face had gone pale, her breathing harsh and forced. “I think I just—need to rest—that’s all.”
Eliwood glanced at the cleric, who helped Ninian to stand.
“Mommy?” Roy had been helped off the pony by a servant and had followed his father. “Mommy, what’s wong?”
“Mommy’s going to be fine, Roy,” Eliwood told him, picking up his son and holding him close.
“Mommy doesn’ get to ride or play dancey anymore,” the toddler pouted. “Is Mommy gonna be sick again?”
“I hope not, Roy.”
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The ballroom was filled with an array of colors, everyone wearing their best in celebration of the eighth wedding anniversary of the Lord and Lady of Pherae. The marquess and marchioness themselves were in the middle of the dance floor, Eliwood dancing with his aging mother and Ninian dancing with her little son, now almost four years old. Though he hated the formal clothes, Roy didn’t mind so much if it meant he could dance with his mother. Dressed to match Eliwood, he looked like his father in miniature.
Ninian led the through the lively waltz, enjoying herself and glad to be at least mostly well for the first time in the past few months. Resplendent in a blue and teal dress that closely resembled the one she had worn so many years ago when she had travelled across Elibe, Ninian was glad to be able to dance for the first time in a long time.
The waltz ended, Roy bowing as best an almost four year old could as his mother curtsied. “That was fun, Mother!” he smiled. “I’ve missed getting to dance with you.” He fought back a yawn, a hand reaching up and rubbing at his eye.
“I’m glad to dance with you whenever I’m able to, my son,” Ninian replied, laughing to herself. “But now it’s bedtime for you, little lord.”
Roy stuck his lip out, but reached his arms up, allowing his mother to carry him off the dance floor. Ninian caught Eliwood’s eye, and the marquess gently separated himself from the small crowd that had gathered around him after the waltz's end. Joining wife and son, the family made their way upstairs to Roy’s chamber. It was quiet there, the noise from the ball unable to reach this far. Waiting for them was Roy’s nurse and governess, ready to put the lordling to bed.
“G’night, Mommy, Daddy,” Roy said, already sleepy.
“Good night, Roy,” Eliwood said softly, kissing his son’s forehead.
Ninian hugged her son tight. “Sleep well, Roy. I love you.”
He hugged her back, murmuring sleepily, “I love you, too, Mommy.”
She released him, the nurse taking his hand and leading him inside. Eliwood took Ninian’s hand in his, the couple walking slowly back to the ballroom.
“Shouldn’t you go to bed yourself?” Eliwood asked.
Ninian kept silent for a long moment. “Yes, I suppose I should,” she said finally, “lest the healers scold me for pushing myself too hard when I am still not entirely well.”
Eliwood pulled her into his arms, kissing her gently. “Don’t worry; I’ll make your excuses to the others. They’ll understand. And you need your rest.”
“As my lord wishes,” Ninian said, blushing and teasing.
Eliwood laughed, letting her go.
“Thank you, Eliwood,” she murmured, sincere now. “These past eight years . . . they’ve been like a dream.”
“But it’s real,” he smiled gently. “You’re really here, safe and whole. There’s no one chasing after you for any reason. I’m so grateful that we’ve had these years, and perhaps Saint Elimine will see fit to bless us with eight more years.”
“Yes,” she nodded. “I love you, Eliwood,” she whispered, embracing him again.
“I love you, too, Ninian,” he said, kissing her hair. “Now, go get some rest. I don’t want you getting sick anytime soon, alright?”
“Alright, Eliwood,” she smiled. “Good night.”
“Good night, Ninian.”
He turned and walked away, Ninian watching him until he rounded the corner. With the quiet, practiced steps of a dancer, she turned the other way, wandering through the halls to the rooms she shared with Eliwood. Still smiling to herself, she opened the door. . . .
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“Father, where’s Mother?”
Eliwood turned to face his son. The marquess’s eyes were bloodshot, red from crying. He fumbled for a moment, lost for words, not knowing what to say to the boy.
“I can’t find Mother anywhere, and they told me she’s not here,” the lordling continued. “Where is she, Father?”
“Master Roy, come along now,” his governess implored, trying to shoo the boy away.
“Not until I find out where my mother is,” he declared, frowning.
“She’s—she’s gone, Roy,” Eliwood gasped, finally finding his voice, and trying to hold back yet more tears.
No one had been able to find the marchioness after Eliwood had seen her the previous night. No one knew where she was or where she had gone, or even if someone had taken her away. It was as if she had simply vanished, leaving only material things behind to say she had ever been there. But that wasn’t the only thing she’d left.
“But why? I saw her yesterday,” Roy said, coming to yank on his father’s sleeve. His eyes were pleading. “How come she’s not here now?”
“Roy,” Eliwood breathed, loosing his battle. To hide the fresh tears, he knelt, pulling Roy into his arms.
“I want Mommy!” the boy cried. “Where is she, Daddy? Where’s Mommy?”
“I don’t know where M-Mommy is,” his father replied, his voice breaking. “S-she’s gone, R-Roy.”
Roy pushed away, running past his governess and out of the room, his cries echoing throughout the castle.
“Mommy! Mommy, where are you? Mommy!”
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 7:48 am
Fic 7 A dash of conflict, a peppering of gore. Let simmer for 10 minutes. Serves 1 loving couple. The teakettle let out a shrill shriek as a man rushed into the room, taking it from the stove top. As steam began to pour from the spout, a cabinet door swung open, the man's hand snatching two tea cups, nearly throwing them onto a plate as they swiveled about on their bottoms. The cups came to a rest as tea flowed into them, elegant floral patterns becoming more visible as the motion ceased. As the cups sat at the edges of the plate, sending plumes of steam into the air, a large bowl was placed in the middle, filled with the soup from the hours before. Quickly, the platter was whisked into another room, a pair of tan hands lightly holding the edges as it went ever closer towards a small table. As the porcelain softly clattered against the wood of the tabletop, a hand elegantly reached over, taking one of the teacups. “Thanks for making the tea, dear. I really need it to calm my nerves.” The woman smiled towards the man, then taking a sip of her tea as she placed it back on the platter. “Well, Teifi, it was a hard night, I'd say.” The man sat down in a chair next to the woman, clothing giving off the appearance of a typical commoner. “I mean, you could've been hurt even more. I'm just glad you're okay.” The man brought a hand to her cheek, smiling back at her. “Oh, Kyros, you're too nice for your own good, sometimes.” She laughed, pushing his hand away as she took another sip of the tea. “I mean, you're not even in your armor, let alone able to fight if something happened-” “Oh, please. You know as well as I do that I can take a few hits even without that armor, and I'm sure I could...” He cracked his knuckles, a cruel side showing from under his smile. “...defend myself.” Letting out a laugh, he began eating the soup, a bowl of minestrone from dinner earlier. “Honey, you know I don't doubt you. It's the enemies I'm worried about. You can't rip them to pieces too easily, now can you?” She reached up, stretching her arms. “It'd scare the children, I'm sure.” The hulking Kyros had stopped simply using the spoon, and began barbarously guzzling the soup down, stopping briefly to give Teifi a wink. In a matter of seconds after, the bowl was empty, the behemoth wiping his mouth with a napkin. “Dear, you look tired. Let's get to bed, eh?” “Ah, it is getting late. Can't have the kids getting up before us, can we?” Teifi slowly stood up, keeping the pressure off of her right leg, the injury from earlier that day acting up again. “Alright, then, I'll clean this up, you go ahead and make your way to the stairs. I'll be right back, okay?” Kyros had taken the platter, and rushed into the kitchen as he lightly set it down, quickly getting back to see Teifi already at the top of the stairs, sitting on the banister, grinning down at him. “...Honey, how did you...?” “I'm Teifi the Fleetfoot, dear. I can get up some stairs in other ways than walking, I'd hope.” She beckoned to him, giving a wave of the hand. “Come get your 'damsel in distress' now. That little feat got the ankle in bad shape again, so I can't walk.” “...If you insist, honey. Hold on to that banister, now...” Kyros ran at the stairs, leaping at the lowest point in the banister as he vaulted himself up to the second floor, making little more ruckus than a few dull thuds. He hurriedly scooped Teifi up in his arms, the pair looking like they'd just been married. As the pair was softly giggling to themselves, Kyros sneakily made his way back to their room, lightly pushing the door open. Across from the king-sized bed was a human-esque frame, upon which sat the man's signature crimson shoulder spikes and cape, attracting the attention more so than the ash black chestplate as the spikes shone in the moonlight. Behind it, Dullahan was leaned against a wall, the blade shining with as much radiance as the moon itself. As the pair passed the carefully arranged set of armor, a pale, silky scarf was flung into the air, landing majestically around what would be the frame's neck. Kyros gingerly placed Teifi down on the bed, the both of them facing the large window as the moon hovered overhead. “Honey...?” “Yes, Kyros?” “This reminds me of-” “The night we first met?” “Yeah. How did it all happen again, honey?” “You tell me.” “Well... it all started when... oh, you start. You know the beginning better than I do.” “True. It all began one beautiful night...” “It wasn't that beautiful, it was raining only a few hours before!” “How would you know?” “I was there!” “Technicality. It was a beau-” “Oh, I'll tell the story, then! You can chime in with romantics as we go.” “Oh, all right! If only you'd make up your darn mind, Ky...” “Okay. It had been storming only a few hours before, the moon just now visible as the sky was clearing. On a lone ridge, a man gallantly stood, cape flowing majestically in the-” Kyros's overly dramatic hand waves were quickly halted with an angry shout. “Damn it, stop that! That's wrong and you know it. You know as well as I do that it all started like this: The rain had only recently stopped, the ground was still slightly damp. My sandals left small marks in the dirt road as I walked, lost and confused in this new place. I was weak, hungry, tired, the whole gamut. But, I pressed on. As I walked, I heard a positively feral roar, and I froze. In the distance, I saw a dark figure approaching me. When it got closer, I saw that it was entirely coated in blood, head to toe. And even odder, it looked human, bounding about like some beastly tiger or something.” The woman had taken to waving her arms about as well, forming them into fake 'claws' as she mentioned the beast, flailing elegantly as she spoke of its movements. “Oh, you want to go into that, do you, honey?” The man rolled his eyes, a groan sneaking out. “It's how it happened, isn't it?” “True. I guess I'll take over, then? I like this story.” “Oh, go ahead. No glorification, either.” “Oh, okay... An inhuman howl echoed across the plains, the figure moving slowly closer to our wonderful Teifi. The figure stopped a few yards away, rising to a stand. Its hulking frame dripped with blood, darkness shrouding the face. All that could be made out were large spines from the shoulders and frantic, gleaming eyes. At that point, the mouth opened, blood-soaked teeth forming into a grimace. 'Weak.' And then-” “My turn, dear. At the word 'weak,' our heroine snapped back to her senses, taking the Briseschal in her hands as she prepared to defend herself. The hulking man leaped at her, and with a small spin...” Teifi stood up, spinning in a circle on her left foot, and landing gently back onto the mattress. “...the scarf fluttered as a blade of wind-” Kyros shot up, his hands going into a rough ripping motion, like a beast tearing through flesh. “-it tore through the air, a sickening slice as blood shot from the man's chest while he fell to the ground in a heap!” He fell back onto the bed, flat on his back. “Hey, I was-” “And then the woman, later known as Teifi the Fleetfoot, walked over to the man, a smile gracing her elegant lips as she kicked him over, his new wound off of the dirt. D'you know what she did, dear?” “Do you honestly expect me to-” “Do you know what she did?” She let out a sigh, content smile on her face as she playfully slapped the back of the Warrior's head. “She used her last bit of healing salve on him, and dragged his huge carcass to the nearest town, going so far as to nurse him back to health.” He reached an arm around her, giving her a small hug. “Aye, she did. And once the man came to, the dark haze over his mind faded, a return to his old self. And then what happened?” “The man, clothing stained with blood, vowed to always protect the woman, his savior, from the dangers of the world, no matter the cost.” She ruffled his hair, letting out a small laugh. “You never did pay me back for that elixir, honey.” “Oh, and dinner for years on end doesn't pay back that paltry sum?” “Not when I buy all the ingredients, it doesn't!” “Oh, come on! You can't say that the kids are 'a more valuable gift than any simple salve' or something like that, can you?” “Oh, of course not! I'm having fun with this!” “Ugh, I'm going to bed, then.” “I'll come, too, then, dear.” “Hehehe...” “No touching.” “Damnit!”
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 8:36 am
...Reserved for the one I lost... >_>''
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 8:40 am
~Featured Stories~ What? What are Featured Stories? These are the additional stories that were submitted for... pardon the phrase, 'shits 'n giggles'. These can't be voted for, but any stories that are submitted for this category get a nifty little prize. smile Quote: Where's My Daddy?
A story by Tibarn Where's my Daddy? Is that my Daddy? He says, "Blood for the blood god! Skulls for the skull throne!" He is Shiva! No, he's not my Daddy! Is that my Daddy? He says, "*hurk* I feel sick..." He is Rhys! No, he's not my Daddy! Is that my Daddy? He says, "Oh, Blossom, Abel, Akihi...! I just can't choose!" He is Aidan! No, he's not my Daddy! Is that my Daddy? He says, "Seventeen down... It causes combustion in tiger compound? Igniter." He is Siegell! No, he's not my Daddy! is that my Daddy? He says, "The Team of Teamwork Team!" He is Lance! No, he's not my Daddy! Is that my Daddy? He says, "..." He is Rath! No, he's not my Daddy! Is that my Daddy? He says, "Matolo kona wajimbe... yes." He is Shento! No, he's not my Daddy! Is that my Daddy? He says, "I am NOT wearing a dress," but he is. He is Rei! No, he's not my Daddy! Is that my Daddy? He says, "Ah kin' nae ta hardleh schnrrrrrxxxx..." He is Ghis! No, he's not my Daddy! Is that my Daddy? He says, "Why does everyone mistake me for a girl?" He is Lucius! No, he's not my Daddy! Is that my Daddy? HE FIGHTS FOR HIS FRIEEEEENDS D< He is Ike! No, he's not my Daddy! Is that my Daddy? He says, "AREAGHAFADSF I RIDE AROUND BEING A JERK LOOK AT ME!" and he smells bad. He is Ashnard! No, he's not my Daddy! Is that my Daddy? He says, "Ashnard, I swear to Ashera, if you don't get your a** out of here I'll put my foot up it and transform." He is Tibarn! Yes, he's my Daddy! Hooray, hooray, it is a wonderful day, for I have found my Daddy! Recamen EYRIS BURGER (Takes place just after Amelia's CMOA with "AMELIAAAA PAAAWWWNCH". Note that the characters are not along actual defined personalities. Mystery Science Theater 3000 quips may apply. Results may vary. Thank you for reading Recamen Fanfictions. Strap in and enjoy the ride.) Amelia continued running the hell away from Fefga's, distance away from those so-called "Heroes" her only goal. But where to run to? There was Eyris--she knew nothing about the riots taking place, after all. They would've settled down at this point anyway. Or, she could go North--there was Rhys and assorted other FEFers fighting MORFSE and HEROSE and DRAKOE ZOMBEES. She could also go "Thataway" and meet up with Sue, Leon, and Lance. ...Or she could just turn around and chill out in the attic with Renault, Neros, and Melethia, currently holding a "Quintessence Party". Having read all those options on a conveniently located sign (Eyris, 2 miles // North Battle, 1 mile // Thataway, 3 miles // Attic, 400 yards back the way you came plus about 15 feet upward), the unarmed and unarmored General weighed her options. Well, she just CAME from Fefga's, so the attic was out... "Thataway" sounded really far, and she didn't feel like walking all that way... and if a battle was going on, she ought to go to "North Battle"! But with WHAT? She had no lances, or armor, or anything to help her friends out... Nothing... UNLESS... -------- The Fire Dragon was busy playing "Trogdor"... that is to say, he was trying to burninate the powerful General Misura. Alas, it didn't seem to be working thus far: she seemed able to cast aside even dragon flames with Vezra! Rhys wasn't having much luck, either: See, there was like, this Drakoe Zombee in the way to where Evelyn and Jyoti were, and as considerate as the dragon was being with not attacking, he couldn't just LEAVE it. When somebody doesn't attack you, it'd be rude to just walk away from them! ...Besides, he had no idea whether or not it wouldn't just breathe him in the back and then point and laugh with some kind of undead "HAAA! HAAA!" voice. But alas, his attacks didn't seem to be working, either. The quintessence he'd drained earlier was almost used up, and fatigue was setting in; oooh, he was starting to feel tired and nauseous and hungry and sweaty all at once. He and the Fire Dragon shared the same thoughts: What I wouldn't give for a nice comfy bed right about now. Just some rest. Some rest, and... some FOOD! Man, we'd beat these Heroes blindfolded if we weren't so gosh darn HUNGRY! "DID SOMEBODY SAY THEY WERE 'HUNGRY'!?" And Amelia, defying all logic of Fire Emblem, appeared before them, flying in on a Pegasus, wearing a bunnysuit and carrying two brown paper bags, bearing the words... "NO! NOT EYRIS BURGER," the remaining morfse cried out. "OH BOY! EYRIS BURGER!" Rhys and the Fire Dragon exclaimed happily. Awesome guitar music began to play as the duo suddenly ignored the battle completely. FD shifted back into human form, and the pair and Amelia (still in the bunnysuit so Rhys could drool for multiple reasons) sat down at a table, conveniently brought in by the morfse. "Mmmm! Such heavenly cheese," Rhys said through a mouthful of cheeseburger. "And stalwart fries," FD added as he chomped down on the Eyris Fries. At this point, Amelia turned to the camera. "Don't let Kyros' cooking fool you. Everyone knows that heroic food for heroic people can only be found at Eyris burger! And don't forget about the free prizes inside!" Rhys took a big bite out of his Eyris Burger. He frowned for a second as he stopped chewing, then spit out... "Oh, WOW! I GOT AN AURA TOME," he shouted, smiling like a maniac who somehow mistook a cheeseburger for an Aura tome. The Fire Dragon just chomped his Steel Axe to a pulp. You didn't become a Fire Dragon without having amazing teeth and a killer dental plan. "And this food is healthy, too, milord," FD added to Rhys in between bites of Steel Axe. "Lots of minerals. Like Iron." "Heroic food for heroic people! Come down to Eyris burger today," Amelia finished with one of those cheesy commercial smiles. "So, Amelia..." Rhys said as he took a bite, grinning mischeviously. "...Do you think maybe we could go back in the forest a little ways? I thought I saw something you should see, and..." "WE'RE STILL ON," Amelia said out of the side of her mouth. "Oh, fishsticks!"
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 10:16 am
I don't know which story to vote for! DX
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 10:25 am
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 4:41 pm
So it looks like we've had a tie!
Fics 4 and 6 (belonging to Tib and Ninian) tie for first place! Each will get 30k. smile
Fic 1 (belonging to Rhys) will receive 20k!
Fics 2, 3, 5, and 7 will all receive 5k!
Didn't expect a tie, but hell spell, it all works out. biggrin
Hope to see you all again for Halloween! Thanks for participating!
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 4:50 pm
DAMN IT I DIDN'T BEAT REI D<
... Erm. I mean... Congrats to the winners! <3
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