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Elsa wrote:
Great, I'm finally receiving mail for my fics! ^_^
And I thought you kids usually ignored them.^_^
Nah. Some of us are just delayed by Real Life and horrible backlog. It's
going to get worse with Jordan's new book out, spending time with friends,
and me wasting time writing 150K lemons. :(
Anyway, I've been pecking at them for awhile. I'm concentrating on
the SLR and my essay on Crystal Tokyo. I might as well release a
few teasers to tide you over. I have foresworn my evil ways and have
vowed to release my fics after they have been totally finished. ^_^
Feh. Good luck. When you promise to release a fic at a certain time or under
certain conditions, you almost always guarentee you won't be releasing it
when you say you will. :)
"Damn!!"
The Executor arched an eyebrow as he listened to the wheel-chair
bound genius
Poor Wile Coyote. Looks like one Acme product blew up in his face one too
many times. :)
beside him swear. Her hands were practically blurring as
she typed on the holographic keyboard.
A product of Washuu Heavy Industries.
The figures on the screen were
going by at almost the same speed. Ruka-chan's visible left eye was
tracking downwards, absorbing information at an incredible rate.
"I would suppose that means something bad is happening." He
happening," he
asked,
a bit bewildered as the blonde genius beside him called up three more
holographics and typing on all of them.
"One of the Harukas involved has a psi-link. _That_ is very, _very_
bad."
Fredericks couldn't help but notice
help noticing
the agitated tone in her voice.
"Why?"
"A psi-link, when active, lets a two
lets two
people sense each other psionically.
This means they can technically share one mind. Both of the minds linked
have a duplicate copy of each others personality matrix. Call it a mental
version of a backup disk.
Neat way of thinking about it.
Since Fredericks was woefully uninformed in the area of higher level
mathematics as applied to psychological conditions, he made a wild guess
at
what the paraplegic scientist beside him was trying to point out.
"Tenchi is a wussy?"
Sorano looked at the face of the woman who was currently cuddling up
to him.
Usagi sure looked cute. But if Haruka or Mamoru found out about their little
tryst, he was dead
"I can't stop myself! I'm trying to stop, but... but... my body just
won't let me!
I try to get angry at you... you... damnably... sweet... handsome ....
shit!"
"Guess it's time to convert from full blown lesbian to bi-sexual," she
sighed.
He could feel her sobbing and a few other things heaving, too.
Mostly her feet
Thank the kami
we both decided to just wear pajamas or I won't
'wouldn't' I think would be better here.
be able to stop myself. She turned
her head up again and she
he
"Damnit! I need you! I don't know what I'll do if you leave me now!
Probably bash
my head against the wall! SO shut up about leaving this bed! I need
you...I need
you... i need you... i need you... i ...need...you..." she whimpered she
put her
head on his chest.
Effective scene.
Currently, she was a very bored young princess. She sighed as
she stopped looking out the window and stood up from her chair to
stretch a little. She surveyed the surroundings of the Royal Coach,
the special train compartment used whenever her parents had need to
travel via rail. The full bookshelf in one corner, along with a table
filled
with copies of the latest newspapers and magazines from the world
over. Her father was taking a nap on the couch and her mother was
seated comfortably on one of the other chairs, a sketchpad in one hand,
a pencil delicately balanced in the other. She was excercising one of
her few passions, drawing.
She sucked at it, of course, but she was the Queen, and anyone that dared
point it out would have their head's lopped off.
After the Reawakening and the Purification, her mother's manga
creations,
already expensive to collectors and enthusiasts, were considered as holy
artifacts by some people and the stuff's prices went up astronomically.
Especially those with her mother's autograph. She had managed to read all
of them, borrowing from Aunt Rei's extensive manga collection and she
loved
all of them. They had ranged from romance, fantasy, horror,
crappy incestuous lemon, tentacle rape,
She looked up at the clock and noted that it had already been an hour
and
they still hadn't arrived at where they were supposed to be going. Her
mother
had specifically ordered the hyper-train to move at speeds that were near
to
those experienced by the steam trains of the nineteenth century.
All she knew that
knew was that
"You're wondering why we aren't hurrying, aren't you, Small Lady?"
The princess blinked as she noticed her mother setting aside her
sketchpad
and looking at her. Then she remembered what she called her.
"Moooom, will you please calling
please stop calling
me Small Lady! I'm sixteen! At the very least
call me with a grown up name like Usagi or something."
Her mother smiled lightly and shook her head. "You will always be
either Small
Lady or Chib-usa to me, my dear. Which do you prefer?"
"Chibi-usa. Now which name would you prefer: 'Aging Bitch', or 'Sagging
Slut?' Usagi asked right back.
"You were looking at the clock and had this puzzled expression on your
face.
Logical conclusion would be something troubling you concerning time or
something
relating to time. And since you haven't had another lesson from Setsuna
about
temporal mechanics recently and the fact that you looked momentarily out,
I deduced
your thoughts related to time and the speed of the train. It would be
elementary
to follow the line of thinking to your questoning why we after going on a
sudden trip
we are not going at faster speeds.
"Mom, you're talking like Sherlock Holmes. I hate it when you talk
like Sherlock
Holmes."
"I prefer it when you talk like John Holmes," Usagi added.
The Queen returned to look at her daughter again, smiling a little.
"The
person we're going to visit suggested that we take the scenic route. I
think
my old friend is trying to teach me a lesson again."
"The person we will be visiting taught me everything. Sensei first
taught
me how to learn and how to love to learn. Then we started on from there.
Along the way, I met every intelligent person that has ever lived:
Socrates,
Plato, Aristotle, Pythagoras to Machiavelli and Aquinas to Locke, Hobbes,
Of Calvin and Hobbes fame, or course.
and all the others. I disagreed with Nietzche
"Since he was already dead, I won the argument," Serenity pointed out.
and flirted with Marx."
"but he was dead too, and didn't respond to me coming onto him," Serenity
admitted.
of
The Education of Usagi Tsukino
No thanks. I think I'll pour over 'Mike Rhea's Greatest Works' instead. :P
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
Just when you thought the timestreams were safe...
You're evil.
Haruka sat in deep thought then with grim determination, she
picked up both pictures.
"There is no other choice... I must have them both!!! HAHAHAHA!!!"
Luna just sweatdropped from her vantage point outside the window.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
A Very Scary Thought - SM Style
Ya' got that right. *Shudder*
"Well, if that's your choice. Though I heard you've been offered some
prime roles," the head writer and producer of Bishoujo Senshi Sailormoon
said as she smiled. Naoko was dressed up in a simple dress,
Naoko wore a simple dress (no redundancey)
So let's try to change the topic. He cleverly opened Outlook to
cover over Word. Maybe a few e-mails had come in.
"Hey! These wouldn't be those fanfics that my sister was raving
about?"
Yeah, you're a real genius, Doug thought to himself as Lisa looked
over his mail.
Heh
"But that's idiotic!" Fujiko pointed at the script in her hand.
"'Tenchi in
Tokyo'!? Can't you have written something better?"
I say that to myself as well.
Tenchi was right behind his grandfather when he opened the shoji door
to greet the Council of Blades. That was when he got his first glimpse of
some of the most skilled sword masters in the Known Galaxy. The sight
wasn't exactly what he was expecting. He was expecting something like the
Seven Samurai from that holo-vid by Kurosawa. These weren't exactly the
people he was expecting.
Which means they're even more dangerous then Tenchi imagined. :)
The Council was led by an imposing figure of a man. His head was shiny
beneath the twin light of the double moons in the sky, the hair shorn
drop that 'shorn'
totally shorn off, a sign that the man was a monk.
Or that he was a big fan of Yul Brenner. :P
The Winds of Fate
A really big crossover
Coming Soon (VERY,VERY, SOON)
Yeah. Right. A month and a half later and still nothing. See what I warned
you about predictions? 'I told you so' comes to mind. :)
D.B. Sommer