I guess, from the response, that I will be continuing this...
Hang on. this could get messy.
Youma blues
A different kind of self insertion..
Episode 2
Let me be perfectly clear here: I don't at all like being flunkie #1 to
whom-ever-is-in-charge-right-now amoungst the generals. It's a dirty,
vile, disguisting job that entails me being forced to help Beryl try to
take over the world. (does anyone *else* feel the urge to sing the Pinky
and the Brain theme when she's around?)
I do have to admit, though, that the job does have its perks. The neat
powers are really nice. I mean, potential immortality, magic, instant
fitness-and-beyond, all the money you could ever want....you'd have to be
crazy to turn down a job like this.
(Un)fortunate?ly for me, I was drafted, and, well, you have to take the
good with the bad. Take their thoughts on free will: Please take them.
Your will is free right up to the moment you try to weasel out of what
they want you to do. Then it's torture time, or (if it's Jeddite or
Nephrite) Mindcontroll time.
Of course, if you go along with what they want and actually succede, there
are perks. *big* perks.
Like my first day....
A moment should probably be spent on what the demon-egg thing did to me.
1. It hurt.
2. It turned me into a youma. This didn't accomplish a whole lot in my
case, appearence wise - but then, I've never been especially standoutish
appearence wise. Hair somewhere between blond and brown, blue eyes,
slightly below average hight, slim - I was a wimp, what do you expect! Here
in juban I was probably something of a rareity, but not to much so - I'm
not much taller than most Japanese, and I blend in easily with a crowd
anywhere. The super-strength is nice. And the instant dental plan -
though the fangs took some getting used to. Teleporting is a blast, and
magic is simply wonderful (even if I don't know what I'm doing) - except
for the needing to steel energy bit.
Energy-pangs are a bitch - Youma have to eat the same way humans do, but
their powers require energy that can't come from food. And when you run
out...'hungry' doesn't describe it.
Jeddite let me get used to the idea of being a Youma for, oh, about a
second or so - which still amazes me, I must have impressed him somehow.
Then he ordered me to my feet - I complied by reflex and out of no little
fear. He told me that I would now serve the dark kingdom or die.
I readily agreed.
Hey, pride and heroism are one thing, survival another. I like being alive.
He then asked me a question that caused me to sweat more than a little.
He asked me what I knew about the Sailor Senchi.
I replied truthfully ( I realized that trying to disobey a mind reader was
rather pointless..). He laughed at me, commended me for imagination, and
then sent me to gather energy.
About this time a thought struck me.
I'm cannon fodder. Oh joy.
Now, my first encounter with a Sailor Senchi was rather painless for both
of us - I bumped into miss Mizumo's more outgoing form just as I was
abandoning all the people in the main library, and apologized by reflex.
I guess appologizing is out of character for youma, because I was halfway
out the door before she scanned me. The appearence of a Sailor - even a
primarily defensive one - so early in my carrer had by that time totally
unnerved me, so when she shouted and came after me, I used up around half
the energy I'd stolen and teleported by reflex. It rather startled me,
actually - I wound up several blocks away, with bunches of energy left over
and a delivery to make.
I didn't think Jeddite would be forgiving when it comes to tardiness, so I
didn't dwell on the encounter - except to note that my transformation had
greately enhanced my Japanese skills.
After turning the gem containing the energy over to Jeddite, I asked what
we would be doing next, and he said he needed to speak with his queen, gave
me a thick wad of bills and told me to have fun untill he got back for the
next mission.
Then he vanished.
I used around half the money to buy myself a new Ferrari.
Perks, remember?
Sheldon Burnham
Gamlain@pop.softhome.net