Yes, it's an SI fic. Deal, 'cause I'm not the almighty bastich.
That's Urd's job, when I get there. If I get there. Send me C&C, if
enough people say they like it, I'll try for more. If not, yet
anotherfic goes down the tubes.
The Misadventures of The Mighty Urd hunters
Abraxas (Corley), Eblis (Azazel), and Ebriel (Kawaii)
Three beings were about to meet for the first time in eons. Three
Beings who resided in the three different levels of the plains; Asgard,
Midgard, and Niflheim. Beings who were rather bored. Well, two of them.
Eblis, looking very human in a trench coat and business suit, slowly lit
a cigarette. "This sucks."
Behind him, in the shadow of a large tree, his companion nodded, slowly
removing himself from the womb of darkness. The first thing one tends to
notice about Ebriel was his skin tone. Something about dark off
turquoise just does not seem befitting on one of the 10 evil seraphim.
That and he liked his clothes to be brown or a muddy sunshine yellow. In
fact, the only thing remotely evil about him was the way his purple cape
billowed in the evening breeze.
Small children tended to mistake him for a large Furbie.
Ebriel sighed, looking at his 'watch'. The demoness floating inside the
small storage device made one of her twelve rude gestures. "It's the
eleventh hour, Azazel. Abraxas should have been here."
Eblis frowned. "It's been Eblis for a few thousand years now, not
Azazel. And I know he should have been here." The irate ex-treasurer of
heaven turned demon took another drag. Ebriel shrugged and looked at his
watch again.
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JJ Corley blinked. Being the 'real world', it was not accompanied by
the infamous, and yet ever so cute, *squegy-squegy* sound.
Not that he would have minded if it had.
The target of the dual blink was a video rental shoppe. It was fairly
large, brightly lit, and boasted a paint scheme from hell. The words
'Gorokunai', molded from an interesting shade of muddy neon yellow,
blinked occasionally.
"You know.." the two-bit author addressed the building, "I don't seem
to remember anything THIS ugly being here before." Corley reached up,
stroking his chin thoughtfully. That's when he noticed the sign.
"..."
Free box of 50 high-density 1.44MB floppies and 1 movie rental with
membership application.
The door flared brightly as the erstwhile-author-wannabe went through
them.
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The old man looked up from behind the counter as the grey clad college
student walked in. At first he thought it was just a blur, but as he
adjusted his glasses, he saw the man really was wearing a pair of grey
jeans and a pale grey t-shirt. The old geezer sighed. "First that Yota
kid, and now this gaijin..." He said quietly before launching into his
speech. "Welcome to Gorokunai video rental. We only appear to those in
great need. May I be of assistance?"
"That's some promotional gig you got there. How much for membership?"
The old man smiled. He knew the diskette thing was a good idea..
"Free."
Corley blinked. The old man arched an eyebrow at the apparent lack of
proper sound effects. "Where do I sign?"
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JJ opened his apartment door, grinning from ear to ear. 50 diskettes,
Ah! Megumi Sama! eps. 1-5, dubbed, and one of those 'Video Girls' his
Japanese friend, Tetsuo Shima had talked about.
Well, before he had disappeared, anyway..
Moreover, he was now the proud owner of a Gorokunai Membership Card.
Although why he felt that having one was so important was beyond him...
He looked to his VCR. The poor abused machine simply looked at him in
that particular way VCRs have of looking at people while thinking: 'Oh.
GOD. no.. Not again...'
Fortune smiled on the VCR, as Corley turned to gaze into the single eye
of Breetai.
If computers could sweat drop and curse their owners into the lower
areas of Niflheim, the cobbled together 486 would be doing a lot of
both.
As Corley slipped the disk into the complaining drive bay, random ideas
were forming as he began to type.
Everything had been fine, for ten minutes. Then Breetai's monitor
glowed an unholy dark off-turquoise color..
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Ebriel smirked, as Eblis blinked. Ebriel had made an extremely arcane
gesture, using the power to rip a hole in space-time. A moment later, a
dazed JJ had popped out of it.
"Ah, Abraxas.. So good of you to join us. I trust you weren�t doing
anything important?"
Corley gazed up at the speaker. The man had strange blue skin, and was
wearing a muddy-yellow uniform. The normal person next to him was
choking on a cigarette.
"*ArrAcK* *Pitoo* Damn it, Ebriel! Whaddaya trying to do, send me back
to Heaven?!?"
"Like they'd take you back, Azazel."
"Eblis!"
"Whatev."
JJ Tried to collect his wits. The end result was rather unsuccessful.
"Ebriel.. Eblis.. Abraxas..? I was writing this.. Masaka.."
~homecomputerfanficwritingohmygodwhatinhellisgoingonicantthinkicant...~
Corley's further thoughts were interrupted as Ebriel's watch shrieked.
The Dark and Evil Furbie seraphim looked annoyed, yet cute. "Come on..
We have a job to do. Asgard and Niflheim will beat the tar out of us if
we don't get a move on our mission."
JJ's mind was still reeling from grasping the current situation. Being
sucked into a fan-fic is one thing.. but being sucked into an
unfinished.. hell a barely started one is something else..!~
Corley blinked, as he realized the 'Normal' one, Eblis, was waiving a
hand in front of his face. "Sorry?"
"You OK? Still ticking?"
"Uhh.. I believe I will manage, thank you."
Eblis nodded, and JJ realized the semi-demon's eyes were a pale golden
color. "Good. Now come on. Ain't no way we're going to be able to catch
Urd or Mara, let alone both of them, without you."
The ex-Corley now semi-Angel Abraxas replied with as much dignity as he
could muster.
His left eye twitched before he passed out cold.
Ebriel rolled his eyes. "Great. Just Great. Count on Heaven for sending
us the wuss.."