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effervescible) wrote2004-02-07 04:07 pm
effervescible) wrote2004-02-07 04:07 pm
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WIP Amnesty Day (minus 1)
I was at home (hometown home, not apartment home) and without access to my computer, this I present my plea for amnesty today instead.
Chasing the Sunrise. This one came from being really amused at the idea of Vash using his reputation to bully his way onto a sandsteamer without a ticket (humorously so, or at least that was the idea) that was leaving with the girl he loved on it. I think it never got finished because I didn't have many more details than that. I did write a few assorted scenelet bits, though:
Vash the Stampede was dead.
Deceased. Kicked the bucket. Bought the farm. An ex-outlaw.
Or so everyone said. Wills Wellman had his doubts. He'd seen enough in his sixty years of life to have doubts about most of what everyone said.
***
Meryl Stryfe yawned and swiped her sleep-mussed bangs away from her face as she leaned against the front porch post. Though the grayness in the eastern sky foretold that it wouldn't be this way for long, at the moment there was a quiet stillness to the world around her. Meryl felt as if she was the only person
***
"So Mr. Vash, when are you going to tell Meryl you love her?" Millie asked cheerfully.
Immediately, Vash sprayed the table with drink he'd been gulping. "WHAAAAAAT?"
***
"I love you, Meryl."
"Meryl Stryfe...I love you."
"I really care about you, Meryl."
"I think I'm in love. With You."
Vash groaned and leaned his head against the mirror. "This is not working. I sound like a moron."
***
"Okay. This is it." Vash took a deep breath and flung the door open. "Meryl, I-Milly! What are you doing here?!"
"Oh, hello Mr. Vash." Milly smiled sweetly...and a little sadly?...at him. She stood beside her bed, folding clothes into the large suitcase that sat on top of it. "Mery's gone ahead to the steamer station."
"Why would she do that?" Vash cried. "I've been practicing for hours and..."
"Practicing?"
"Never mind." Vash shook his head. This was not good. It completely interfered with his plan, as much as he'd had one. "Why did she leave so early? You aren't even leaving until tomorrow afternoon."
"Meryl's going ahead of me," Milly said. "She said she wanted to get the office organized for us so we can get back to work right away. She said..." Milly hesitated for a fraction of an instant-which didn't go unnoticed by Vash. "She said to tell you that she'll miss you."
Another Trigun fic was one in which Vash and Meryl kinda sorta accidentally fell into bed. I'm not posting bits of that because they're not interesting and Casey and I eventually wrote Complimentary.
Another one was...well, I never had a for-sure title, but I called it "Fuckbuddies" for short because it was my way of getting Meryl and Wolfwood into bed, just to see if I could:
In the days following Wolfwood's shooting, Meryl wondered if things were as bad
as they could possibly get. Certainly they were as low as she could remember since beginning their assignment. The day it happened she'd awakened to the sound of gunfire and the feeling of her heart leaping into her throat. With terrifying visions of Vash shot--or worse--she'd run to Wolfwood for help, and what she'd found in his room...well, hadn't *that* knocked her for a loop. Then she'd had no choice but to sit with Milly and wait for the noise to end, and when it did, the silence was even scarier.
She'd thought the worst when the door banged open and there was Vash, his bright coat stained by a darker crimson that came from the body of the priest he carried in his arms. With a gasp, Meryl had prepared to shield Milly from the sight, her own heart feeling an unexpected twist of grief at the sight.
And then he'd taken a breath.
Meryl sighed and wiped her hands on her skirt as she stepped out of the little room, shutting the door quietly behind her. Neither of the room's current occupants were likely to notice or care if she slammed it, but there was something about the feel of the situation that demanded somber quiet. "He's resting quietly," she told the man sitting at the table. "Milly's going to stay with him, to make sure he's okay." She refrained from making any observations on just how `okay' a man who'd narrowly escaped bleeding to death from a gut wound could be.
Vash was silent and for a moment she wondered if he'd heard her at all. "That's good," he said at last.
"I guess." She took a seat across from him. "I really wish we could take him somewhere with people. None of us are doctors, and that wound was terrible. I didn't want to say anything in front of Milly but I'm amazed that he made it at all."
Vash's lips curved into a mirthless smile. "Maybe he had angels watching over him," she said quietly.
"What the hell happened out there? Who were you two fighting?"
He closed his eyes. "The same people we've faced before," he said. "The ones who crashed the ship. The ones controlling the sand worms."
"The ones after you."
"Yes."
"And just why is that?" she asked "Don't tell me it's about the bounty. It's more than that. Why do these people want to hurt you so badly?"
"It's complicated," he replied. "And it's my problem, not yours."
"The hell it isn't!" She slammed a fist onto the table. "I woke up this morning to hear gunfire in the streets and find Milly crying in Wolfwood's room and the whole world gone to hell and I want to know why. Don't tell me to just pack up our things and go home because we can't do that. This isn't just about you anymore, Vash. We're your friends and we're involved."
Without saying anything, Vash stood up and crossed the room, stopping beside the window. The double sunset was painting the sky a brilliant red and gold, the quietness of the empty city only enhancing the beauty of the moment, but somehow Meryl knew that Vash wasn't seeing any of it. "Vash..." she held her breath for a moment. "Who's Knives?"
Vash wheeled around, staring at her with wide eyes. "How do you know about Knives?"
She blinked. "I don't. Wolfwood kept saying something about `Knives' before he passed out all the way, and the way he said it didn't sound like he meant silverware."
The corner of Vash's mouth twitched. "No. He's not."
"Then who is he? What does he want with you?" She grabbed his arm. "Vash. We have a right to know."
He nodded. "You do, now," he said in a low voice. "Knives...is my brother. And I'm not what you think I am."
Stunned into silence, she listened. And he told her everything.
I started Dirty Old Man because I kinda like the Sailor Moon dub, in its own way, and the age difference between our heroes in the anime has always boggled my mind. No one questions it? No one?
The grass was purple. The sky was really a gigantic ceiling painted blue. The moon was made of cotton candy.
All these things had to be true if Andrew's eyes had not deceived him.
"This has got to be a dream," Andrew said out loud, and squeezed his eyes shut. A dream--that was the answer, it had to be. When he woke up, he would be at home in bed and not worried about early morning hallucinations. He opened his eyes.
Damn.
It was true. It couldn't be true. How could it be true? How could Darien, worldly, *cynical* Darien, who shoved people away and denied the possibility of finding lasting love, possibly be kissing Serena, the meatball-headed *junior-high* student he detested? Honestly, kissing was an understatement. The couple he'd seen had been...caressing. Entwined. Enmeshed. `Groping' came to mind, but Andrew shoved *that* thought away. Andrew was a fairly good math student and the thought that Serena plus Darien equaled *anything* just Did Not Compute. Darien was guarded, quiet, and occasionally bordered on bitter. Serena was his polar opposite; she was so friendly, so open and warm, so...so...so *young*!
What the hell was Darien doing with a schoolgirl, anyway?!
Interlunium was me giving into my love for AUs in which we play the "what if one small thing changed in the past, and what would the effect be on the future?" game and see Darien (I said I liked the dub) fights with the senshi while Serena/Usagi fights solo as the mysterious Moonlight Knight. I had a lot of plans for this, and some really good fanart from Char. I'd still like to continue this someday.
She padded through the apartment and sat expectantly in front of the door just as it opened and Darien burst through. "Luna, we've got trouble," he said urgently, tossing his bags to the floor.
"What happe--WHAT ARE THOSE?" Luna leapt back in astonishment, every hair on her body standing at attention.
Darien blinked. "What are what?"
"Those!" Luna hissed at his packages. "Those...things!"
"These?" Darien looked down at his purchases. "They're just...cat stuff. Pet supplies. I figured if you're going to be staying here a while, you'd need--"
"Pet supplies! He thinks I need pet supplies!" Luna raised her eyes skyward. "Serenity, grant me the strength," she murmured imploringly. She stalked towards the plastic bags and ripped one open with a single claw. "Kitty Krunches...dingle balls...Happy Kitty Kat Litter! Well, I never!"
That's probably all that's worth sharing. Hope I scarred anyone with the work of younger!me. (Okay, maybe two years younger, it still counts.)
Chasing the Sunrise. This one came from being really amused at the idea of Vash using his reputation to bully his way onto a sandsteamer without a ticket (humorously so, or at least that was the idea) that was leaving with the girl he loved on it. I think it never got finished because I didn't have many more details than that. I did write a few assorted scenelet bits, though:
Vash the Stampede was dead.
Deceased. Kicked the bucket. Bought the farm. An ex-outlaw.
Or so everyone said. Wills Wellman had his doubts. He'd seen enough in his sixty years of life to have doubts about most of what everyone said.
***
Meryl Stryfe yawned and swiped her sleep-mussed bangs away from her face as she leaned against the front porch post. Though the grayness in the eastern sky foretold that it wouldn't be this way for long, at the moment there was a quiet stillness to the world around her. Meryl felt as if she was the only person
***
"So Mr. Vash, when are you going to tell Meryl you love her?" Millie asked cheerfully.
Immediately, Vash sprayed the table with drink he'd been gulping. "WHAAAAAAT?"
***
"I love you, Meryl."
"Meryl Stryfe...I love you."
"I really care about you, Meryl."
"I think I'm in love. With You."
Vash groaned and leaned his head against the mirror. "This is not working. I sound like a moron."
***
"Okay. This is it." Vash took a deep breath and flung the door open. "Meryl, I-Milly! What are you doing here?!"
"Oh, hello Mr. Vash." Milly smiled sweetly...and a little sadly?...at him. She stood beside her bed, folding clothes into the large suitcase that sat on top of it. "Mery's gone ahead to the steamer station."
"Why would she do that?" Vash cried. "I've been practicing for hours and..."
"Practicing?"
"Never mind." Vash shook his head. This was not good. It completely interfered with his plan, as much as he'd had one. "Why did she leave so early? You aren't even leaving until tomorrow afternoon."
"Meryl's going ahead of me," Milly said. "She said she wanted to get the office organized for us so we can get back to work right away. She said..." Milly hesitated for a fraction of an instant-which didn't go unnoticed by Vash. "She said to tell you that she'll miss you."
Another Trigun fic was one in which Vash and Meryl kinda sorta accidentally fell into bed. I'm not posting bits of that because they're not interesting and Casey and I eventually wrote Complimentary.
Another one was...well, I never had a for-sure title, but I called it "Fuckbuddies" for short because it was my way of getting Meryl and Wolfwood into bed, just to see if I could:
In the days following Wolfwood's shooting, Meryl wondered if things were as bad
as they could possibly get. Certainly they were as low as she could remember since beginning their assignment. The day it happened she'd awakened to the sound of gunfire and the feeling of her heart leaping into her throat. With terrifying visions of Vash shot--or worse--she'd run to Wolfwood for help, and what she'd found in his room...well, hadn't *that* knocked her for a loop. Then she'd had no choice but to sit with Milly and wait for the noise to end, and when it did, the silence was even scarier.
She'd thought the worst when the door banged open and there was Vash, his bright coat stained by a darker crimson that came from the body of the priest he carried in his arms. With a gasp, Meryl had prepared to shield Milly from the sight, her own heart feeling an unexpected twist of grief at the sight.
And then he'd taken a breath.
Meryl sighed and wiped her hands on her skirt as she stepped out of the little room, shutting the door quietly behind her. Neither of the room's current occupants were likely to notice or care if she slammed it, but there was something about the feel of the situation that demanded somber quiet. "He's resting quietly," she told the man sitting at the table. "Milly's going to stay with him, to make sure he's okay." She refrained from making any observations on just how `okay' a man who'd narrowly escaped bleeding to death from a gut wound could be.
Vash was silent and for a moment she wondered if he'd heard her at all. "That's good," he said at last.
"I guess." She took a seat across from him. "I really wish we could take him somewhere with people. None of us are doctors, and that wound was terrible. I didn't want to say anything in front of Milly but I'm amazed that he made it at all."
Vash's lips curved into a mirthless smile. "Maybe he had angels watching over him," she said quietly.
"What the hell happened out there? Who were you two fighting?"
He closed his eyes. "The same people we've faced before," he said. "The ones who crashed the ship. The ones controlling the sand worms."
"The ones after you."
"Yes."
"And just why is that?" she asked "Don't tell me it's about the bounty. It's more than that. Why do these people want to hurt you so badly?"
"It's complicated," he replied. "And it's my problem, not yours."
"The hell it isn't!" She slammed a fist onto the table. "I woke up this morning to hear gunfire in the streets and find Milly crying in Wolfwood's room and the whole world gone to hell and I want to know why. Don't tell me to just pack up our things and go home because we can't do that. This isn't just about you anymore, Vash. We're your friends and we're involved."
Without saying anything, Vash stood up and crossed the room, stopping beside the window. The double sunset was painting the sky a brilliant red and gold, the quietness of the empty city only enhancing the beauty of the moment, but somehow Meryl knew that Vash wasn't seeing any of it. "Vash..." she held her breath for a moment. "Who's Knives?"
Vash wheeled around, staring at her with wide eyes. "How do you know about Knives?"
She blinked. "I don't. Wolfwood kept saying something about `Knives' before he passed out all the way, and the way he said it didn't sound like he meant silverware."
The corner of Vash's mouth twitched. "No. He's not."
"Then who is he? What does he want with you?" She grabbed his arm. "Vash. We have a right to know."
He nodded. "You do, now," he said in a low voice. "Knives...is my brother. And I'm not what you think I am."
Stunned into silence, she listened. And he told her everything.
I started Dirty Old Man because I kinda like the Sailor Moon dub, in its own way, and the age difference between our heroes in the anime has always boggled my mind. No one questions it? No one?
The grass was purple. The sky was really a gigantic ceiling painted blue. The moon was made of cotton candy.
All these things had to be true if Andrew's eyes had not deceived him.
"This has got to be a dream," Andrew said out loud, and squeezed his eyes shut. A dream--that was the answer, it had to be. When he woke up, he would be at home in bed and not worried about early morning hallucinations. He opened his eyes.
Damn.
It was true. It couldn't be true. How could it be true? How could Darien, worldly, *cynical* Darien, who shoved people away and denied the possibility of finding lasting love, possibly be kissing Serena, the meatball-headed *junior-high* student he detested? Honestly, kissing was an understatement. The couple he'd seen had been...caressing. Entwined. Enmeshed. `Groping' came to mind, but Andrew shoved *that* thought away. Andrew was a fairly good math student and the thought that Serena plus Darien equaled *anything* just Did Not Compute. Darien was guarded, quiet, and occasionally bordered on bitter. Serena was his polar opposite; she was so friendly, so open and warm, so...so...so *young*!
What the hell was Darien doing with a schoolgirl, anyway?!
Interlunium was me giving into my love for AUs in which we play the "what if one small thing changed in the past, and what would the effect be on the future?" game and see Darien (I said I liked the dub) fights with the senshi while Serena/Usagi fights solo as the mysterious Moonlight Knight. I had a lot of plans for this, and some really good fanart from Char. I'd still like to continue this someday.
She padded through the apartment and sat expectantly in front of the door just as it opened and Darien burst through. "Luna, we've got trouble," he said urgently, tossing his bags to the floor.
"What happe--WHAT ARE THOSE?" Luna leapt back in astonishment, every hair on her body standing at attention.
Darien blinked. "What are what?"
"Those!" Luna hissed at his packages. "Those...things!"
"These?" Darien looked down at his purchases. "They're just...cat stuff. Pet supplies. I figured if you're going to be staying here a while, you'd need--"
"Pet supplies! He thinks I need pet supplies!" Luna raised her eyes skyward. "Serenity, grant me the strength," she murmured imploringly. She stalked towards the plastic bags and ripped one open with a single claw. "Kitty Krunches...dingle balls...Happy Kitty Kat Litter! Well, I never!"
That's probably all that's worth sharing. Hope I scarred anyone with the work of younger!me. (Okay, maybe two years younger, it still counts.)