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Souyu no Phoenix Vice Captain
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 Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 10:06 pm
As the sun rose in the east, and its rays shone through the small, sliding glass door set in the outward facing wall of the flat, a black cat, after having stretched itself out along most of the width of the diminutive bed set against the left wall of the room that the door belonged, leapt casually onto the floor to bask in the early sunshine, its tail brushing momentarily against the nose of the young girl under the covers.
Said nose twitched for a moment, and then sneezed violently, causing her to bolt upright in surprise, her deep blue eye batting open, before she realized what had happened... "Hiro-ku~n!" she complained toward the cat loudly while picking up her pillow in both hands, "every single day it's the same!" Upon the final syllable, she loosed the soft object, letting it fly true toward Hiro the cat, who didn't budge as it hit him. Her eyes narrowed exasperatedly, and she let out a loud sigh. "Dumb cat," Aoi muttered as she pushed herself out from under the covers, and made a grab for her crutch...
...which was no longer there. Perfect. This wasn't the first time her brother had moved it somewhere out of reach as a prank, and it wouldn't be the last. "Damn it," she sighed softly as she put a hand out to the wall to steady herself as she wobbled to a standing position. "Idiot-brother!" she called out loudly as she hopped out of her room, supporting herself on various firm structures as she did--she immediately spotted him at the end of the small hallway in their flat, holding her crutch like it was a guitar and strumming air as he grinned at her.
"You call?" he asked with a faux innocence that set her eye on edge. With a loud cry, she hopped toward him with surprising speed, and veritably launched herself into a tackle toward him. Thinking fast, he tossed the crutch into their parents' open bedroom and rolled with the blow, moving his hands to cover himself--but not fast enough.
"You're not getting away today!" she yelled at him as she started to pelt him with sharp blows to the stomach, chest, and occasionally upside the head, and he called for mercy.
"Sorry, sorry!" he said, a wide smile spreading across his face. "My bad! Look, it's fine, your crutch is right here." At his forfeit, she lifted an eyebrow, but said nothing as she pivoted herself off her brother and grabbed the end of the crutch, dragging it out of her parents' room. "Tch, violent."
At this last comment, she plopped firmly on her still prone brother's stomach before lifting herself with the help of her newly recovered crutch and hobbling a few steps from him. "You deserve it," she retorted simply, an open smile decorating her face.
"True 'nough," her brother said, bursting into riotous laughter as he dragged himself up. Their mother, exiting the kitchen area, had meanwhile made her way over to intervene in the noisy affair, but had found herself too late in any case, and they were just playing, after all.
"Well, really, you two," was all she said, rolling her eyes in good-natured exasperation before heading back to the kitchen to finish breakfast.
[[As an exercise in entertaining myself, I originally wrote the dialogue in Japanese, and then translated it into English... so if it seems peculiar at any points, it's because I'm not a great translator, xD]]
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 4:40 pm
Aoi had gone back to her room after breakfast, and Tetsuya hadn't seen her for about an hour at this point. With his usual teasing air, he knocked on her door once before entering uninvited, catching Aoi turning in her chair to look at her intruder, headset already pushed off of her face, and her headphones hanging around her neck. "What is it this time?" she asked with a faintly amused, vaguely put-off look on her face.
He shrugged, the mischievous smile on his face fading away as he walked up to her chair, placing a hand on the back. "Nothing in particular, just wondering what you were up to," he replied, glancing at the monitor on her desk. "Hey, isn't that... what's it called... that Game thing? The really popular one, right?"
"Yeah."
"Isn't it kinda hard?" he asked, glancing meaningfully at the headset. "With only one eye that is..."
"Not really," Aoi responded, shaking her head slightly as she leaned back in the chair. "The set can be adjusted so that it sends both images--the left and right eye's--to different parts of the retina; in such a way that only one optic nerve can send two images, and simulate having two eyes."
Tetsuya blinked, looking from her to the monitor for a moment, before replying. "I have no idea what you're talking about," he said, his face displaying a lack of interest that faded as he finished the sentence. "As long as you can play it normally, though, that works out, then. Is it fun?"
Aoi nodded, glancing upwards at Tetsuya, who seemed focused primarily on the monitor now. He smiled for a moment as he responded. "I'll have to try it out sometime, I suppose, then."
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Souyu no Phoenix Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 1:26 am
Her annoyance was clearly visible on her face as she removed the virtual headset and placed it upon her cluttered desk. The irritating thing about being on the Dante server is that everybody seemed more interested in making out--or, in the Gardens, trying to convince each other to make out--than in playing the game. She'd have to try to wheedle a flute out of Dante at some point in the future, which meant she'd have to be around him for a period of greater than five minutes without either insulting or stabbing him.
She didn't like those odds.
Grabbing her crutch, she made her way out of her room, glancing around to find that nobody was around. Judging from the sounds coming from behind her brother's door, he was still in, but their mother was probably out getting groceries. After fishing her coat out of the closet, and fishing a cigarette out of its inner pocket, she hobbled toward the counter and scribbled a quick note to let her mother know she was going out.
After slipping her shoe on, she decided she didn't much feel like using her crutch outside today, and, with some effort, unfolded the wheelchair that they kept just outside their flat's door and plopped down bodily into the seat. Once she'd leaned her crutch up against the wall next to the door, she started on her way out of the building.
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