And continuing on to the next part:
Hello again!
"Whoah, that's harsh," Urd said, reading the formally-written
statement on how one of the many bugs afflicting Yggdrassil could
be corrected.
By frying it into a pancake? :)
"Turning him into a real goddess?" Belldandy asked, looking
somewhat worried. "Are you sure that's such a good idea?"
I'd think it was a bad one, though in this fic, bad is good. :)
"So you're trying to take the bug and sweep it under the rug
with all the Static Klingons?" Belldandy used a metaphor.
Nice pun.
"Wait a second," Belldandy picked up a printout. "I've heard of
him. He used to fight for the ancient Moon and Earth Kingdoms. A
great warrior. Are you sure taking him off Earth wouldn't cause
problems in the future? The Ultimate Force just might not allow it."
Skuld: Hey, the Ultimate Force can be, how shall I say, sidestepped, with
the right program.
Skuld shook her head. "I already checked. He's not _that_
important. Plus, he's boring, obsessed, and's on the Grim Reaper's
blacklist. I mean, he's scheduled to get killed off in a couple
months, so it's not a problem at all."
Probably, Skuld most definitely did not say aloud.
"Actually," Urd smiled, "it sounds like we'd be doing him a
favor. Y'know, saving his life and sending 'em to Valhalla."
"Wow," Belldandy beamed, "then let's get started!"
Heh. Cute.
"The stars know everything," Nephrite breathed, a line of
sweat moving down his forehead. "The stars know everything, and
I must be prepared for what the stars tell me."
Jean-Claude Van Damm: You must come and watch my new movie.
Nephrite: I meant real stars, not Hollywood stars, and I'm not sure if you'd
qualify as one anymore anyway.
The sky was blue, the forest green, cuddly squirrels were
frolicking in the trees, and little birdies were chirping a happy-
joyful-sweet tune.
He's being suckered.
"Oh," Nephrite relaxed, "there's nothing." He briefly wondered
why the stars kept on warning him about the great danger of stepping
outside if there were no great cataclysm or danger to him.
Oh, a misassumption. He's going to pay for that one.
---
Sam Beckett tried to analyze his situation.
Just plain evil.
"Grr," a lobster-style monster growled, failingly trying to flip
a little copper coin with another held in its oversized pincer-claws.
It let out a shriek of frustration and held the coin in front of Dr.
Beckett's face. "CAN _YOU_ FIGURE THIS ONE OUT!?!??!!?"
Dr. Beckett was a scientist; a hard-headed theoretical analyst.
He simply wasn't ready for shocks like this.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Sam screamed, then lost consciousness
from the incomprehensibility of it all
Probably for the best.
. He fell limp in the chains
that held him secure to the wall.
"Oh, leave the poor girl alone," another monster said, looking
at a few cards she held in front of her. "Go fish."
The fish-headed youma left.
"Hmph," a circle of youma near the other picked up a few cards
from a deck in front of them.
"Blackjack."
"Mah-jhong!"
"Gin!" They all put down their cards.
Figures.
*SMACK!* "Shut up! You've got a big mouth!" the other two
slapped the youma with the oversized oral cavity.
Teary-eyed, the slapped monster held its cheek. "What? I didn't
say anything wrong!"
"Yeah, but you've got a big mouth! Close it."
Heh.
Some of the youma began to nod in agreement. The big-mouthed
individual sniffed and began to cry, singing offkey.
o/I'm Serenity the eighth I am, Serenity the Eighth I am, I am!
I got married to the prince next door!
He's been married seven times before-\o
*Wham!* "No singing!"
Thank you, Youma
"WAAAAH!" One youma stopped, but another soon began.
o/When, oh when will my Neffy-kun come?
Where, oh, where could he beeeeeeee?\o
Obviously harsher measures need to be enforced.
"Arrrrrggggghhhh," the main command trio groaned again.
Yes, they'd gone and captured the little jeweler's daughter. The
execution of the plan had been perfect. Nobody had noticed that Molly
had been captured. Nobody had any clue whatsoever where they were
hiding, nor how to get there. The building inside which they were
hiding was heavily shielded against magical detection, and all
defenses were ready. No one could find the hideout, and no force on
the Earth could scan or localize them.
"Wait a second,"
Ah, so they figured it out.
The girl shook her head.
"Alright, that's fine, Molly-"
Molly grimaced. "Don't caul me that," she said in her weird
New-Yorker/New-Jersey accent, "Aye hate that nayme."
"So, what do I call you?"
"Caul me Naru-chan!"
Hehehe. The dangers of using NA names. :)
"Three thousand nine-hundred-nine, four thousand," Amy
finished counting the little holes in the sheet-rock ceiling.
Now that's bored.
There was really nothing better to do right now.
I would regard converting oxygen into carbon dioxide as about as
interesting. :P
in her right arm, and one of those dang assembled and framed
jugsaw puzzles of ET, the Extraterrestrial.
Needs to dissasemble it and work on it. Something other than counting the
holes in the ceiling
Amy was not very happy. She was glad that the battle was
over and that all her friends were alive, but she was somewhat
distressed over the fact that she was losing valuable study time.
Oh yeah, there had been horrific damage to her body and nothing
would probably ever be the same again in her life, but still,
she maintained a great desire to go to school with everyone else.
Just because she only had one leg now was no reason everyone would treat her
as a freak, or at least not anymore than they already did.
Amy was in no pain, but that was probably due in great part
to the generous amounts of medication that were being injected into
her bloodstream every few hours. Like right now, for instance: With
a soft 'beep' from the automatic IV dispenser, a sudden burst of
euphoric, pain-supressing chemicals flowed into her body.
"Oh yeah, that's the good stuff."
Heh. Given most pain medication, it's easy to believe that even Amy would
say that.
Once in a while, she had heard some doctors outside joking
around with the idea that they could rebuild her, having the
technology and everything, but putting the price tag on such an
operation at six million dollars.
Pretty cheap by today's standards.
"Whose funeral?"
"YOURS!!!"
Heh.
---
Sitting in front of the great bonfire in the center of her
home,
Now that's a cute way of calling it that. :)
The robed individual pulled back the hood, revealing a grainy-
grey masculine face with pointy ears, and began to rub his forehead.
His fingers made the sound of stone against stone as he did so.
Zel's not going to be happy about this either, I reckon.
Raye thought about that. "I think so."
"Just my luck," the chimera suddenly sounded very, very down
about life.
Down about death, actually. :)
"Raye, you haven't been trying out black magic again, have
you?" old Grandpa Hino called from the doorway.
The priestess quickly jammed the shamanistic scrolls in her
robes. "Uh, no, Grandpa! What gave you that idea?"
Thought shamanistic was white magic anyway.
*Stomp*stomp*stomp!* At that moment, Serena ran in, stumbling
over him on her way in. She dragged Jade close behind her and half-
tossed her in front of Raye. "Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayeeeeeeeee!!!"
Serena shouted frantically. "There's something wrong with Jaaaaade!"
Nice Usagi dialogue there.
"This is _very_ bad," Raye said urgently, standing up. "We have
no time to lose!" She rushed over to a large chest in the corner of
the room, opened it, and pulled out a canvas sack.
Going to throw the sack over Jade's head and start beating her with a stick
until the possessing entity leaves, aren't they?
*GRFFFFH!*
"Quick! Get the roman candles!" Raye cried.
Even worse, I see. I appluad your twistedness.
O_O
Oh yeah, thought Guardian Jadeite triumphantly, take THAT!
In the mental ether, he sat back with a psychic bag of
popcorn and a soda and watched the fireworks go off.
*Munch-munch*
Oh my, gerbils?! thought he.
he though (I think)
Nice work. Will try to get to more in time.
D.B. Sommer
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