Triptych: Origins (2015-02-22 drabble)

He grows up clambering over and jumping around shuttles in his grandmother’s garage. Between the ages of four to nine he is constantly covered in grease; no matter how thoroughly his parents try to clean him, there is always a smear of it on him somewhere. He wears overalls with a large pocket in the front, enough for three different kinds of wrenches, two kinds of screwdrivers, and a spool of wire, so that he can supply the mechanics under his grandmother’s employ with whatever they shout for. He only knows how to speak Standard fluently, but he can say “I’m a mechanic” and ask if a customer would like an oil change in three other languages by the time he is six. He has a good, if odd, childhood and he is happy.

And then his grandmother dies. It’s not too surprising–she was old, she had a penchant for alcohol, and she still tinkered around with tons of metal and explosive chemicals on a daily basis. It wasn’t entirely unexpected, but it shakes his nine-year old world. Suddenly the garage is no longer his kingdom and playground, it’s closed and sold, and suddenly his parents decide to move to Terra Secundo. Needless to say, it’s a terrible experience for him.

For a boy who grew up among space shuttles, whose entire existence up until that point had been contained within the network of space stations of The Lattice, being planetside is highly unpleasant. Having learned from the unfortunate fate of the first planet Earth, the Terran government were strict with what could be built on the planet—solar panels in the desert, wind turbines along the coast, sustainable farming and logging, and only one house was allowed per square acre. His parents embrace planet living, loving the natural surroundings and eager to have the space for a larger family. He finds it too quiet, too empty. He spends the next seven years staring at the night sky and yearning to go back. When he’s sixteen he joins his first Guild–Physics, one of the prerequisites for the Engineering Guild–and tries to rebuild the future he dreamt of as a child.

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A/N: This is based in the universe of what was supposed to be my NaNoWriMo novel, had I not completely flaked out the first day of November after spending all of October outlining and world-building.

So above is some backstory for Edmundo Vasquez (god, I hope I am not besmirching a real person’s name) one of the main characters for Triptych: Origins

Adventures of Jack and Ness drabble (2015-02-19)

They are driving down to Los Angeles for the week. Eight hours in a small space with each other is just one of many things they’ll have to put up with for the job, but it’s not the worse they’ve ever done. At least this time no one is shooting at them.

“Hold my hand,” he asks, his right hand fingers wiggling childishly above the center console. They have a rule which in dangerous situations makes sense but otherwise is kind of annoying. For the passenger. Basically, whoever is driving gets to call the shots. It makes sense, and it has saved their lives multiple times, but it also means Jack gets to eek out physical affection from her that she normally only employs for undercover work.

Ness does so, because rules are rules, and honestly at least he’s not making her feed him apple slices or sing along with the radio. Also, this leaves her with one hand free to use her phone and check her email.

“Ah. Message from Vi,” she says, “we’re meeting her and her protege for lunch before the meeting with the client.” It’s not like there’s a specific protocol or etiquette involved, but usually teams wait until after the kick off meeting before intra team discussions. Then again, Jack and Ness have worked with Vi many times before but they’ve yet to even see the protege.

“Mama bear’s finally letting baby bird spread his little wings?” Jack asks, the hand wrapped around hers briefly flapping twice before curling back closed.

“I suppose so. Not sure if this is for our benefit or his.” On the one hand, it does give them the courtesy of meeting their fourth member before seeing the client. Presenting a united front and all that. On the other, they may be getting the shotgun and shovel talk or whatever the equivalent is for professional high stakes semi-illegal undertakings.

“Anything is better than Jaguar’s over protectiveness of her brother. She tasered me!” Again, his hand twitches around hers, this time as if he had electricity coursing through his body.

“Twice,” she reminds him.

“Twice!” He agrees.

“Well, Simon is a civilian.”

“But he’s in the know,” Jack complained.

“And he’s got a boyfriend anyway. You were just flirting to bug Jaguar. I wouldn’t have tasered you, but I would have done something. Like put laxatives in your coffee.” Ness admonished, typing a confirmation for Vi.

He sighed, then considering, nodded grudgingly. “I’d do the same too, I guess.”

“Thanks,” she said, squeezing their joined hands for a bit, then relaxing, tolerating the combined body heat and ensuing damp.

~

A/N: written on my phone as I was driving to LA (well, I was in the passenger seat)

Untitled (2015-02-18)

He hates sitting in a chair instead of in a booth. Anyone can walk behind him, there’s no safe comfortable wall behind his back. It’s unnerving.

It’s especially unnerving when you’re trying to stay calm in front of people who could potentially be allies. Or enemies. Depending on how well this meeting goes.

It’s a circular table, though his three lunch companions are noticeably seated closer to each other than to him. They’re a panel, judging him. He thinks he’s doing okay, though.

He’s made the eldest laugh, honest surprised laughter. And while the one on the left hasn’t stopped glaring at him for the past forty-five minutes, the one in the middle is invoking some sort of kindergarten teacher zen.

There’s two more points they need to discuss, and he’s feeling fairly optimistic about the entire deal, until he hears it. That voice.

Oh shit.

He can feel his face spasm, genial smile quickly morphing into a grimace. The three of them across the table now have matching expressions–riveted interest mixed with mild amusement.

“Well isn’t this a pleasant surprise? It’s been a while, Paul.”

He shuts his eyes, stupidly, because that bastard is behind him and if anything blocking his sight makes that voice all the more detailed. When he realizes that and opens his eyes, the looks on their faces are worse. Concerned.

“Won’t you introduce me to your companions?”

Heedlessly, recklessly, his hands fly to cover his ears like a child. It doesn’t help. It blocks out everyone’s voices, but now all he can hear is his rabbit-quick pulse.

~

A/N: Meh…

Naruto, KHR, and Feminism Rant

Sometimes, I like to think about various shounen series–about their blatant sexism–and ponder ways to make it less so while still making sense in canon. In particular I think about Naruto and Katekyo Hitman Reborn, in part because those two are basic world states with glaring plot holes which can be filled in pretty easily without necessarily contradicting anything… and in part because those are two that I already kind of know.

If you’ve read some of my previous posts… in particular, the ones tagged (In)Difference or Trailblazers, you’ll see that they are, unsurprisingly, semi-Self Insert!Original Characters who are female. I try not to make them Mary Sues (though, the idea of a Mary Sue is steeped in sexism), but I definitely do tend to make them treatises of feminism into that respective shounen series.

In (In)Difference, my way of dealing with the sexism of Naruto–that is, literally less than 30% of the named characters are female. [The teams are literally designed that way–one jounin, three genin, and usually only one of those are female.] is by having a kunoichi-only program called “Nae-chan.”

The reasoning behind this is that, in canon, females tend to have smaller chakra reserves and better chakra control. Well, civilians have small chakra reserves and are always dismissed by ninja as insignificant. So Konoha has a program reserved for seemingly forgettable female students with small chakra reserves and high chakra control, “Nae-chan.” They become a hidden-in-plain-sight standing army. Women can go where men cannot… women can go unseen where men cannot. And civilian women are especially invisible.

In (In)Difference, my OC, Kiyoshi Utsugi actually wanted to be a Nae-chan so as not to accidentally interact with Naruto canon characters and make things worse. But her chakra reserves became too noticeable, her control just short of enough, and there were already enough candidates that she was superfluous. She spends a lot of time afterwards still wanting to be a Nae-chan, but eventually, grudgingly, makes peace with herself as the token kunoichi on a jounin-led team.

In Katekyo Hitman Reborn, everyone has Wave Energy and there are seven kinds of Wave Energies. It is canon that people can have different types of Wave Energies, via Hayato Gokudera who is predominantly Storm type but also has Rain, Lightning, Cloud, and Sun. So it is my belief that females tend to have mixed Wave Energies as well, but in more balanced ratios such that there is no predominant type. Because of this, females tend not to be “Guardians” because they can’t be shoehorned into just one type.

Similarly, in Trailblazers, my OC Tetsuki Kaiza has energy that doesn’t match my headcanon typical female levels. She is either purely or at least predominantly Lightning (maybe with some Mist or Cloud). It is canon (manga at least) that both Haru Miura and Kyoko Sasagawa have been shot by a Dying Will Bullet, so their Wave Energies have already been activated into Flames. According to beta canon (that is video/card games) Kyoko is Mist and Haru is Lightning. But it’s also canon that Flame types tend to run in families, and I highly doubt that Haru who loves children would allow for Lambo to fight for his life if she could step in. So I think Kyoko also has Sun, like her brother, and Haru has something else such that she’s not predominantly Lightning–I’m thinking Storm, actually. And for the hell of it, I also want to give Kyoko Rain as well.

In Trailblazers, Kyoko then becomes an apprentice to Shamal since she’s basically a walking surgery with Rain being anesthetic, Mist being surgical tools, and Sun being general healing. Haru, since she doesn’t need to step up to be Lightning Guardian, is more of an inventor–she already makes clothes and it’s canon that she’s ridiculously smart so why not mix the two? Since she is dragged along to the future, she sort of learns from Spanner who already has invented gloves, a cape, etc. But when they go back to the present, they’re more like partners. And so two of the more sexist characters of Katekyo Hitman Reborn who are themselves in feminine non-combatant roles of healing and creating are confronted by female characters who were sidelined into cooking and cleaning cheerleaders in canon.

Anyway, so those are just two ways to make a sexist shounen series somewhat less so. Rant done.

Untitled (2015-02-17)

A dream.

Hogwarts is a castle and a castle must have its monarch. There is a room, more like a hall but not the Great Hall. This one is wide and open and contains a single piece of furniture. The Hogwarts throne.

Any major discussion takes place in the throne room, for any decision made within Hogwarts castle must have the blessing of the castle and its monarch. There has not been a monarch in over two centuries, but the idea remains.

Usually the throne room is only used at the beginning of every year–when the teachers and the headmaster decide what direction the school year will go in. But more recently it has been necessary for random events.

The vote to hide a treasure within the castle. The bending of rules to allow a first year to play Quidditch. Whether or not the school should be closed due to petrifications, for even castles have their skeletons. How to ward off Dementors and convicts. The Triwizard Tournament. And then, with the Ministry breathing down their necks, no more.

The castle has done its best to rule wisely, but it craves a monarch. A true monarch, not some trumped up advisor. Ashamedly, that is why the castle let those Death Eaters in, despite the danger they posed to its students.

A battle for the throne of Hogwarts. A battle for the monarch’s sword and scepter.

Game on.

~
A/N: Oh, I don’t know. The beginning of some kind of King of Hogwarts AU. The actual dream was a bit like capture the flag, but deadly, with DA versus the Death Eaters in Hogwarts. And it was pretty interesting because Hogwarts had gone all sentient and made random rooms like the Room of Requirement. It was pretty cool.

Trailblazers drabble (2015-02-16)

The entire time she is running around for her life, trying not to get stabbed or electrocuted or bludgeoned to death, she has a mantra on repeat in her head.

I hate this. I hate this. I hate this.

Usually when she is exercising or studying or any activity that requires focus, she listens to music. But she has the tendency to forget the lyrics to most songs except for a stanza or two, and she ends up repeating that verse in her head over and over again.

I hate this. I hate this. I hate this.

It’s the same thing here. This fight isn’t all just physical, she has to strategize and predict, she has to have perfect control over herself, because she sure as hell doesn’t have any control over the situation or the environment.

I hate this. I hate this. I hate this.

But while part of her brain is doing all that, keeping her alive, or trying to, there’s another part that would be drifting off and distracting her were it not for that mantra.

I hate this. I hate this. I hate this.

And it’s not untrue. She hates that she’s even fighting. She hates that she’s probably going to lose. She hates her opponent. She hates that she’s been told not to use anything she’s already learned. She hates that they tried to make her learn a knew style in a week and wrote her off as dead when she failed to master it.

I hate this. I hate this. I hate this.

She’s probably going to die. Her opponent isn’t one for mercy, and she’s shattered what little patience he has by dodging his first few blows. And with it, his mercy.

I hate this. I hate this. I hate this.

But it’s better her than some child, she thinks, just barely pulling herself out of the way of a lightning bolt. The wires wrapped around her forearms are useless, despite her adequate ability to wield them. Her aikido knowledge is only helpful in close range.

I hate this. I hate this. I hate this.

She can’t spare a glance at her friends and acquaintances, watching helplessly. Her night vision keeps getting shot anyway, with every flash of lightning. It’s okay, she doesn’t want to see them now. She doesn’t want them to see her now, either, but that’s rather low on the list of things she hates about this.

I hate this. I hate this. I hate this.

If she’s going out, she’s going out as herself. Those lessons crammed in the past week, they don’t help so they don’t matter. She doesn’t have a bow, but it’s not like she has any physical arrows either. She’s just going to have to improvise.

Draw. Aim. Shoot.

~

A/N: From the same KHR fanfic Trailblazers, Tetsuki Kaiza has more trouble in her ring battle against Levi A. Than because Lambo just doubled switched to his twenty years older self immediately whereas Tetsuki can’t immediately magically switch and curb-stomp him. 

Counterclockwise (2015-02-15)

We know each other. Or at the very least we know of each other. It’s not like we’re part of a special club, go to a bar every Tuesday night, give birthday cards or gifts to each other. For one, considering who we are, that either would be very expensive or very confusing. For another, we don’t all like each other. I mean, if time allowed it, some of us would hate each other’s guts. But you can’t live for so long and not appreciate someone else who sticks around as long as you do. Or, alternatively, pops up every now and again and just knows who you are and what you’ve done… and what you will do.

True, the doctor and Jack have some strange kind of eternal awkward acquaintance thing going on. At one point they had a mutual friend, back when they were mortal, but some sort of drama went down and now it’s just the two of them for the rest of their eternal lives.

Then there’s Bastian, who, if I’m going to be honest, I don’t think is all there. For all that his kind are meant to be both magical and long-lived, that spell he’s under… or rather, curse if you ask him, is pushing it rather a lot. There’s a difference between a two century lifespan amongst others with the same longevity and a millennium of being the only one around.

Then Nyx and Michael and Azrael well, they have duties which put them above humanity so they’re actually designed for immortality. Though the next generation is going to be a real doozy from what I’ve been hearing.

As for me? Well, I’m only twenty three, and at the rate I’m going, I’m unlikely to hit thirty. But thanks to this stupid malfunctioning pocket watch I’ve played the doctor and Jack’s go-between for centuries, I’ve walked alongside Bastian throughout the millennium, and I have been pulled into more arguments of which angelic or demonic department is better than a priest could handle and still be sane.

I haven’t been back to my timeline in five years–five years for me, anyway. I miss it. I want to go back, but I can’t. And if you ever read these… I hope you know that I’m sorry. I’m still mad that you doubted me, but I understand why you did. I’m mad that you think I’d go evil so easily, but I am sorry for abandoning you during that last battle. It’s not like I had much of a choice, but I’m still sorry.

~

A/N: My unreliable narrator OC–the time traveling Leanne Peridot who was once a teenage vigilante until her mystical pocket watch malfunctioned during a fight against some villains and bounced her around time. She’s just mentioning some of the various immortals/cursed people she occasionally sees.


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Psych Ramble 2 – Swap AU Idea

Second post to make up for the missed 2015-02-13 and 2015-02-14 posts… This one is more of a rant than a ramble, and I found it rather hard to articulate what the idea was. But, basically, if all the civilians were police officers and vice versa.


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Psych Ramble 1 – Pashmina AU Monologue

Because I missed both 2015-02-13 and 2015-02-14 posts, partially because I was helping my sister move but mostly because I was marathoning Psych. Here is one (of two, the next is following) Psych inspired rambles! This is based off episode 7×08 Right Turn Or Left For Dead… and could be the “prequel” for a canon AU/alternate reality play fanfiction were I to actually write one.