Triptych: Origins drabble (2016-01-05)

The three of them stood, bemused looks on their faces, as they stared at their coworkers linked bodies. There were handcuffs and ropes and, apparently, a large and elaborately woven net hanging from the trees which the natives of the planet used as their prisons.

Edmundo tried very hard not to laugh. Br’Joci didn’t bother holding it in.

“We have to untangle the knots,” Westerly said, eyeing the strategic points which would free their fellow SPANners, “After that, then we can do… Something.”

At that tepid conclusion, Edmundo also burst out laughing, “I thought you were going to say something cool!”

Br’Joci nodded in agreement, “It was almost profound.”

“I don’t know!” Westerly said, flustered, a bright green flush making its way over hir face, “The thought escaped me as I was saying it,” But zie smiled anyway, sheepish.

“Yeah, yeah, real hilarious,” one of the trapped SPANners, a Pakebi with brilliant rose colored fur, snarked, “It’s not like we’re tied up and hanging in a tree, totally uncomfortable.”

“Please get us down now,” added his partner, her own coat a rust orange.

“On it, on it,” Br’Joci muttered, pulling out a knife that was definitely not regulation. In a matter of moments, she had scaled the tree, crawling along the branch which the prison net was attached. On the ground, Edmundo and Westerly pulled out their blasters, forming a loose but wary perimeter around the tree trunk.

“Where’s your third?” Br’Joci asked the two captives, sawing away at the fibrous handcuffs around their wrists.

“Kempo retracted itself into its core. The natives have never seen a Dyur’un, so they assumed Kempo was part of our gear.”

“So we’ll have to do another rescue?” Westerly called up to them, following the conversation.

The Pakebi pair stare at each other, before the pink one shook his head, “Kempo should be able to escape on its own. We just have to get to the rendezvous point.”

“And where’s that?” Br’Joci asked, pulling them up onto the branch and guiding their climb down.

“About fifteen kilometers west,” the orange one said with a grimace, “On the other side of the mountains.”

As one, they all turned west, towards a steep, jagged mountain range that the locals named ‘Demon Spine’.

“That looks like fun.”

~

A/N: A tiny thing because I didn’t want yet another Missed Post, but I am on a bus and won’t get home or to my computer until after midnight so…

I’m frankly disappointed in myself, regarding this blog, especially my turn out this new year, even if I do have several legit reasons for not posting. I will endeavor to do better from now on.

I remember reading one of your replies where you mentioned something about Shikako somehow landing in canon and becoming Jiraiya’s apprentice sometime around the chunin exams. I think that would be really cool au and I was wondering if you think you would ever write about that?

This post, correct?

I also think the idea is cool (or else I wouldn’t have written a brainstorm for it), but I’m not sure if I’ll ever write it? Or at least not any time soon. And I don’t mean it in the way that I meant I probably would never write Gambling Away The Past (which is the second idea in that post, and which I obviously did write some stuff for).

With GATP, Shikako is meant to be roughly Kakashi’s age during Kakashi Gaiden ie the age she is right now as of Chapter 113 ish. Whereas in the first idea, I wanted Shikako to be older–again about Kakashi’s age, or possibly younger (like maybe Anko or Iruka’s age). That’s at least a decade of development for Shikako–both character and abilities–that I am not all that confident in creating. With most of my DoS remix drabbles I try to be vague enough so as not to conflict too much with Silver Queen. I botched my prediction of Shikako’s abilities in my TenTen drabble, Becoming a Legend, so I’m wary to make the same mistake again.

That being said, I’m pretty fond of that idea myself. I think Shikako becoming Jiraiya’s apprentice would be an absolutely fascinating dynamic, especially with the idea of multiple levels of mind-blowing secrets. Because the premise I’ve set up has Shikako outrightly telling Jiraiya about her diagonal time/dimension travel, but she would still keep the whole reincarnation thing a secret. And it’d be interesting to see Shikako keeping a secret from Konoha’s master spy when she’s meant to be his apprentice.

Anyway, if someone else wants to adopt the idea, feel free to do so. I would totally love to read it and I’m also up for beta-ing and discussing.

Fake Fic Summaries 11/?, the Final Pokemon Movie edition (2016-01-02)

Hanging out at my BFF’s place for the New Year’s and binge-playing Pokemon X led us to many discussions about the culture/society/physics of the Pokemon universe–which, in a world-building way would be a fun post to make, but in particular this post is for a story idea. More specifically, the story for what would ideally be the last Pokemon Movie–the movies revolving around Ash Ketchum/Satoshi, at least.

Not really creepy past, but does include character death. But considering how horrifying the Ghost Pokemon’s descriptions have been lately, it’s not too bad.

So here goes:

Birth of a Legend (Death of a Hero)

A scientist tries to discover the origins of the only Ghost-type Legendary Pokemon, a trainer follows the footsteps of a Champion long-passed. But secrets are kept for a reason–the truth of one solves the mystery of the other.

Basically I were to write the screenplay for the final Pokemon movie, it would be something like this.

An ambiguous amount of time (think decades if not centuries) after Ash’s adventures, a trainer who wants to be the very best or has already become Champion and is looking for something to do, tries to complete what is now called the Ketchum challenge. That is: encounter every Legendary Pokemon (and battle if possible). This causes them to cross paths with a scientist–either accidentally or on purpose–with a scientist whose specialty includes the only Ghost Legendary, whose existence is mostly unknown and whose records are fairly sporadic. Unlike most other Legendaries, there isn’t much in the way of myths and stories about it, and it doesn’t really like to be seen.

But there have been a few encounters, and the scientist and trainer–now working together–follow the trail. Finally, they uncover what they believe to be a first hand account of the Ghost Legendary, a witness’ diary or a very old person who was a child during the encounter. The first sighting of the Ghost legendary, and the last of Ash Ketchum.

Then it flashbacks to Ash’s adventure–and it seems that he, too, is looking for a mysteriously strong Ghost Pokemon. The witness, a child at the time, is probably the younger sibling of one of his companions or a local of the town, near which the Pokemon is said to reside and which is terrorizes/pranks frequently.

Ash does his usual charmingly naive blustering about how he’ll find the Pokemon and make it stop messing with the town. The adults don’t really believe him, but the kids do–at least, the witness does. And so the witness trails after, sees Ash’s search and the way he fends off wild Pokemon. No doubt, without a Pokemon of their own, the witness is vulnerable to a wild Pokemon attack of their own. But Ash saves them, obviously, earning himself another disciple of sorts. Because they are so far from the town, it’s decided that the witness will stay with the camp overnight–especially since the nature is so dangerous at night.

And that’s when the first brief encounter with the Ghost occurs. Ash tries to battle, but the Ghost disappears, and when the sun comes up, everyone goes back to the town. The town is more welcoming now that they’ve brought back the missing child/witness, and so they begin telling tales of the Ghost’s previous attacks.

Ash and companions are unsure as to which Ghost Pokemon it might be since there’s conflicting evidence in the stories. They continue their search come nightfall, and return still confused.

This goes on [… I’ll be honest I’m not too sure about this part but…] until one by one, the companions leave–they signed up to travel with Ash, not stay in one tiny town that isn’t even being terrorized by Pokemon anymore. Ash considers leaving, too, but the townspeople/witness are afraid that if Ash leaves then the Ghost will come back and resume its reign of terror. So Ash, being the quintessential hero, decides to stay until he can figure it out.

Then, one day, Ash doesn’t come back from his night time search. Neither does the Ghost. But Pikachu does. And he never leaves the town, waiting for Ash until, finally, he dies from old age, and a monument is created for him.

Return to unnamed scientist and trainer duo, standing in front of the eroded/rusted remains of said Pikachu monument, after having finished the memory.

Now it’s their turn to encounter the Ghost, and they make a pact that neither of them will leave until they figure out the truth. And so they set out on a search of their own.

And history starts to repeat itself. They see glimpses of the Ghost, but can never catch up to it. It messes with their camp/stuff/research/Pokemon/remains of the town in conflicting ways so as not to be any known Ghost Pokemon, but still they remain determined.

Finally, during a new moon, the actually confront the Ghost. The scientist is quick to confirm that it is in fact the Ghost Legendary they seek. The trainer follows with their own (honestly unsurprising, but cinematic “plot twist”) confirmation–the Ghost legendary is Ash Ketchum.

But Ash hasn’t been human in a long time, and he’s mad. Mad that his companions abandoned him, mad that these two people won’t leave him alone, mad that no one bothered to do something like this much earlier. He had tried, earlier–his other sporadic appearances in other places–trying to get people to follow him and, essentially, lay him to rest. But no one would come. And so now that he’s been awakened, he just wants to make the world burn (turn everything to ash, one might say).

The scientist and trainer cooperate to try and stop him. No doubt some stuff about friendship and loyalty and their promise to each other, etc. etc. Ash doesn’t really care because he’s been betrayed. Or so he thinks: because right before Ash can kill the pair (during a dramatic night time storm), lightning strikes the Pikachu monument. The spirit of Pikachu is released, and Ash remembers all the good times and, essentially, lets go of his grudge. The storm abates, the scientist and trainer are not killed, and the number of Ghost Legendary Pokemon increases to two.

The scientist and trainer promise to keep the events a secret and remain companions, Ash and Pikachu resume roaming around having adventures as it should be, and somewhat happy endings all around.

The end?

So yup. This came from yet another rehashing about how Ash is somehow forever young, has probably met every Legendary Pokemon, is ridiculously strong, apparently has Aura powers (which look exactly like the powers of certain Pokemon), etc. etc.

But then we remembered that in Pokemon 2000 (the one with the Mew/Mewtwo thing) Ash got turned into a statue. He probably actually died from that.

Given how strange and, frankly, terrifying the latest Ghost Pokemon are, we figured that. Hey, what if Ash is actually a Ghost possessing his own body. It would explain a lot–his eternal youth, his powers, and his inability to defeat the Normal type Gym leaders since Ghost-type attacks can’t affect Normal-type Pokemon (I am only partially kidding about this last one).

And then, given a previous still unsolved debate regarding human-Pokemon relationships (as in, why do Pokemon listen to humans. Are humans actually Psychic Pokemon, etc) we figured that a Ghost capable of possessing a human body–to the point of basically being human–would probably have to be a Legendary. And given that Ash has met most if not all of the Legendaries, wouldn’t that be interesting if it’s because the Legendaries sensed something about him–a sort of potential to match their rank.

I’m frankly unsure how Ash’s “true nature” as a Ghost Pokemon was revealed to himself. But the Ghost that he was chasing was actually a group of multiple Pokemon, overlapping their skills in order to seem like one singular powerful Ghost. Possibly their was a fight of some sort and he and his team got overwhelmed, and so he put himself in harms way to protect them and sort of got… exorcised out of his own body. Maybe?

As for the scientist and trainer–depending on how much time has passed, I would like for them to be descendants of Ash’s companions–either the ones that were with him last or the ones that were with him first. But not obviously? Like, if it were Gary’s grandchild, I would want it to be another scientist Oak. If the Oak kid is the trainer, then I would want the scientist to be Misty’s grandchild. I dunno.

~

A/N: Anyway… that’s about it. Happy 2016!

Voice Ask Meme!

sonickitty:

I think hearing people’s voices is really cool, but I haven’t found a voice meme I’m happy with, so I wanted to make my own! 

Here’s how the game is played: If you want to hear me do any of these, just send me the number(s) you want to hear and I’ll make an audio post! Include whatever specifics you’d like to hear me do in the ask – these are more guidelines than actual rules. Basically, it’s just like any other ask meme, only I speak the answers instead of typing them out!

1) Give an introduction! 

  • Put specifics in the ask

2) Read a poem!

  • Feel free to specify a poem in the ask

3) Read a passage from your favorite book or fanfiction. Alternatively, do a one-person-show of a scene from a movie or play. 

  • Feel free to suggest a passage or scene in the ask. If you want me to do a dramatic reading of Green Eggs and Ham, I will. 

4) Tell a joke. (Preferably a really bad one)

5) Tell a story from your childhood. 

  • Feel free to suggest a story in the ask, like asking me about the first time I did x, y, or z!
6) Tell me about the most exciting thing you’ve ever done or would like to do. 
7)  Tell two truths and a lie, so that people have to guess which is true. 

8) Give an instructions on how to preform a task of the asker’s choosing. 

  • Example: If the ask says “teach me how to dougie,” you must give vocal instructions on how to dougie. 

9) Can you record yourself speaking in different languages/accents?

10) Sing a song, if you dare!

  • Feel free to suggest a song in the ask! (If I don’t know the song, I might sing you something else instead, but I promise it will still be worth your while.)

Feel free to reblog so more people can play!

Trailblazers drabble (2015-12-29)

Kindergarten is a menagerie: small creatures running around screaming their lungs out. From the outset, the children are adorable–chubby cheeks and tiny hands and cute little uniforms–but as a student it’s a strange and scary prison.

Before this day, Tetsuki has never seen so many people, much less been expected to interact with them. It’s frightening. She can’t help but freeze up, keeping her distance from everyone with her back to the wall. She’s not going to cry, but her hands are clutching the front of her uniform for comfort.

She hopes there won’t be any wrinkles in the cloth–Okaa-san would be so disappointed.

The day passes in a haze of befuddlement and anxiety, but it ends soon enough. Fortunately, the parents of her classmates are quick to come and pick up their children and the school steadily empties. Unfortunately, Tetsuki can’t find her house keys.

The teachers look at her in concern, even though she’s not even crying or anything, but her searching has become more and more frantic. Her keys aren’t in the pockets of her uniform or in her sedate black school bag. Did she forget them at home? Or worse–did she lose them?

“Why are you crying? Are you sad?” a voice pipes up beside her, and Tetsuki startles away. One of the loudest boys in her class has breached her personal space and she hadn’t even notice.

“I’m not sad!” she says, because she’s frustrated and confused and frightened and, “and I’m not crying!” she adds.

Except she totally is.

The teachers, with less charges to keep track of, come near, uncertain as to the situation. They see a little girl crying and a little boy beside her and they are ready to interfere with what they perceive to be a fight.

Until, in the face of Tetsuki’s obvious upset state, the boy reaches over and grabs her.

“It’s a hug!” The boy corrects, “Hugs make everything better.”

Tetsuki is uncertain, but she hugs him back. The teachers leave them to it, though they do keep an eye out.

The boy keeps his hold on her the entire time and doesn’t say anything about the damp patch of tears undoubtedly forming on his uniform.

“Ryohei!” a woman’s voice calls out, and without letting go, the boy hugging Tetsuki calls back, “Here!”

It takes both Sasagawa-san and the teachers to make the two of them let go–and Ryohei only agrees after his mother promises that Tetsuki can come home with them. It doesn’t take much convincing, once Tetsuki admits that neither of her parents are in the country this week.

And this is how Tetsuki and Ryohei become best friends for life.

~

A/N: I’m going back to my roots in honor of the end of the year 🙂

I also realized that even though I have many Tetsuki Kaiza posts, I have very few Trailblazer posts even though that’s where she’s originally from.

Growing Strong (Burning Bright), Chapter Four (2015-12-28)

When Branton knocks on the door of Number Four Privet Drive, a small whale of a human opens it. He’s seen some pretty strange things over the course of his career, so he has a pretty decent poker face, but he can still feel his cheek twitch.

“What do you want?” the whale says through a mouth full of something brown. Hopefully it’s chocolate.

“Does Petunia Dursley live here?” He asks, civil at least in the face of such rudeness.

“Muuum!” the whale shrieks, not unlike a death throe, before retreating back into the house. It leaves the door wide open, and Branton can’t help the flash of thought–no self preservation, weak, soft, pathetic, I could kill you so easily–but he shoves it down. That’s his sister’s son, why would he?

Tuney appears in the hallway, mouth in a smile that immediately becomes strained upon spotting him. He’s not insulted at all–he’d probably do the same if he bothered with polite smiles–mostly, he’s surprised she recognized him at all.

He hardly recognizes her in turn, though that’s probably unfair. Last time he saw Tuney, she was only fifteen, hardly past childhood. Now she’s a mother, a woman with wrinkles and brittle hair, pale and skeletal and sullen.

Then again, the sullen part hasn’t changed very much.

“Tuney,” he greets simply.

“It’s Petunia,” she corrects through gritted teeth, then, “Briar Rose,” she bites out in acknowledgement.

“Petunia,” he accedes, then, “I go by Branton now,” he doesn’t smile.

She doesn’t even bother maintaining her own smile, her expression transforming completely into a scowl.

He’s wearing one of his sharper suits, the one that emphasizes his broad shoulders and lethality, so he doesn’t know why she’s surprised.

“It’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other,” he tries.

“Through no fault of mine,” she shuts him down.

They stand in silence for a moment: Branton is so keenly aware of the doorway between them, him outside on the front step, her in the immaculate shell of her house.

“May I come in?”

~

A/N: Finally titled the HPxKHR fusion of criminal Evans uncle with Flames. Also finally decided on a first name for said uncle 😀

Running Backwards Chapter Seven (2015-12-27)

I woke up with a jerk, and almost startled sideways off of my bed. The room was still unfamiliar and thus disorienting in the dark.
Despite being underground, the Hufflepuff dorm ceilings were supposed to be lit following the school’s circadian pattern. Meaning that there was no reason for me to be awake.

I wasn’t one to awaken easily in the night, despite being in a new location, and so I sat up to search for the reason.

Our room was fairly large, understandable since it did have to house four adolescent boys and their inevitable mess, but still small enough to feel cozy. As my eyes adjusted to the dark, I spotted Farold and Arthur’s prone bodies across the room. Besides Farold’s mild whistling snore, which I had accustomed myself to early on in the night, neither of them were the cause of my conscious state.

In the bed beside mine, a blanket cocoon curled further in on itself, and a muffled cry made its way over to my ears.

Ah. Cedric.

I dithered, unsure whether or not I should go over or leave him alone. I didn’t want to embarrass him by causing a fuss, especially since we didn’t know each other all that well, but he was my friend and I remembered being eleven and being homesick. Even if I had the maturity of a previous life, the first time around I didn’t, and I remembered my own bouts of loneliness. By day, they had seemed silly, but the nights made it hurt more.

Another muffled cry made the decision for me.

I padded over on silent feet to Cedric’s bed and laid a hand on his shoulder, “Cedric?” I murmured.

His shaking form stiffened, even though he shouldn’t have been able to feel my touch through the blanket cocoon. The tawny brown of his hair popped out and his face freed itself soon after, “Sorry, sorry,” he half-sobbed, pressing his damp face into the pillow, still trying to stop the flow of his tears, “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“It’s okay, Cedric,” I assured him and sat down in the empty space left by the curve of his body. Petting his hair would be far too forward, even if it did look remarkably fluffy, so I kept my hand on his shoulder in a hopefully soothing manner, “It’s okay,” I repeated inanely.

“I don’t know why–this is stupid–I’m sorry. I shouldn’t,” he stammered, but his breathing calmed and his tears stopped and he didn’t make any moves to push me away, so I assumed I was doing something correct.

I hesitated to speak, the only thing on my tongue was yet another rendition of ‘it’s okay’–which was practically useless. “It’s okay to miss your parents,” I said, which was at least more substantial than before, “But you don’t have to feel alone,” which was much better.

“I’m here for you and so are Arthur and Farold and Stephanie. And the rest of the Hufflepuffs will be, too,” I continued, voice becoming less certain, before I gathered myself to reaffirm, “You can cry, there’s nothing wrong with that. And if you need me, I’ll be here.”

I gave a wobbly, helpless smile, which Cedric returned.

Several hours later, in the morning proper, Arthur woke up to find the two of us in symmetric blanket cocoons on Cedric’s bed.

~

A/N: … who are you @cheloneuniverse? What is your methodology for going through my posts? Chronological? By fandom? Do you follow the trail of tags into the rabbit hole?

Well, anyway, thanks for reminding me of this series. And I’m glad you enjoy my writing 🙂