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wonderful_words, though I've seen this meme floating around, and have been tempted to do it before; the amount of half-finished 'fics I have lying around at the moment is not even funny. ;P
As you might've noticed, most of these are non-FE 'fics, but I figured I might as well post what I've got:
Fire Emblem: "Love Letters in the Saddle"
It was late one night in the army encampment, when Lyn snuck into the supply tent.
As she entered the small, dimly-lit tent, she looked around; normally it was empty at this time of night, but tonight it seemed full of people.
"All right, I got your message," announced Lyn. "So what's this all about?" She then noticed that all the people in the tent were women, and sighed. "Or should I even ask?"
"Well... It's about Sain," said Fiora.
"Yes, I figured it would be," replied Lyn, looking resigned. "What has he done this time?" The other women cast glances at each other.
"Well, he hasn't done anything specific," began Priscilla.
"It's just him in general," added Rebecca.
"He can be so annoying!" complained Serra.
"It was somewhat flattering at first," said Fiora, "But now, he just interferes with our work."
Isadora nodded. "It's very distracting."
Lyn sighed heavily, as she leaned against one of the supply boxes stacked in the tent.
"Listen ladies, I sympathize with you all, I really do. But the fact is, that Sain is Sain. I've talked to him about this many times, but Sain honestly believes that every woman should be flattered and protected constantly; it's just the way he is."
Lyn looked around at the other women in the tent. "Have you any of you tried talking to Sain about this? Tell him how you feel?"
"Yes," said Rebecca, who then made a face. "But he always gets the wrong idea."
"Yes, that sounds like Sain," said Lyn, rolling her eyes.
Notes: An old story idea I finally got around to writing (partly because I've seen it done before). Currently half-finished, though I've fallen out of writing it at the moment. >.< (Oh, and Mark's in this one, too.)
Haruhi Suzumiya: "Who's Who?"
"Move."
I looked up from my chess game with Koizumi; the voice was quiet but unmistakable. As my gaze paused briefly on Asahina-san (who was looking as cute as ever in her maid outfit), I turned to the corner of the room where Nagato was seated.
"Did you say something, Nagato?" I asked her.
"Move," she repeated. Nagato paused for a moment, then added, "Now."
It was only then that I noticed her gaze was fixed on a point somewhere above the table where Koizumi and I were playing our game.
Koizumi slid his chair back with a scraping noise; I attempted the same maneuver, but instead of gracefully sliding back like he did, my chair tipped over and I hit my head on the floor. Why me?
Biting back a curse, I was suddenly aware of a strange sound; a kind of whoomwhoomwhoom noise. As I stared at the table in front (well, now above) me, something seemed to be materializing right on top of it.
It faded in and out, like a mirage; it looked almost like an old-fashioned telephone booth, but painted blue. As it solidified, I noticed some English words written at the top; scanning my meager English vocabulary, I identified the word "BOX" (I had no clue what the other words meant).
The (for want of a better word) "box" had now completely materialized; it stood on the table, just barely clearing the room's ceiling. Miraculously, it had missed the chess set on the table; the pieces still sat on their board, completely undisturbed... That is, until the box's door opened, scattering chess pieces all over the tabletop.
Notes: In case it's not obvious, this a crossover with Doctor Who, inspired by the fact that male protagonists from both series use the same psuedonym as each other.
World of Warcraft: "Mystery of the Violet Citadel"
As Jadaar turned his attention back to his drink, he overheard the innkeeper call out the elf's name.
"Hey Asric, you're going to love this," said the innkeeper, as he leaned over the bar.
"What is it, Ajay?" replied Asric, who was currently toying with a half-finished glass of Dalaran Red (though Jadaar knew for a fact that the blood elf would drink anything that was placed in front of him, these days).
As the two bent their heads in conversation, Jadaar found himself rolling his eyes. There wasn't much to do down here in the sewers, apart from drink (unless you were interested in the black market, or gladiatorial fights); although the more enterprising (or bored) adventurers would try to fish the murky waters for treasure.
However, it was a good place to hear gossip; somehow, all the dirty little secrets from the city above ended up down here... Kind of like this mead, mused Jadaar sourly, as he peered down at the dregs of his drink.
And if there was one thing Jadaar had learned from his reluctant exile with Asric, it was that the blood elf had developed a taste for gossip.
Despite himself, Jadaar leaned forward, in order to listen in on their conversation.
"Rumour has it that a rogue was caught breaking into an archmage's personal quarters, in the Violet Citadel," said the innkeeper, in a hushed voice.
Notes: Based on a certain WoW achievement, this is a snippet of a locked-door mystery I was working on (which got put on hold, since I've never written for the genre before). Still, I've always been fond of Jadaar and Asric, and the thought of them turning into private eyes in order to get their old jobs back is amusing to me.
Phoenix Wright: "In International Waters"
"Hey, Nick!" greeted Larry, as he paused to catch his breath. "Glad to see you're still here; that means that I didn't miss the boat!"
"You mean... Edgeworth invited you, too?" asked Phoenix, feeling oddly disappointed.
"Yup!" Seeing Phoenix's expression, he added, "Hey, aren't you glad to see your best buddy?"
"Oh... Of course I am!" replied Phoenix, somewhat ashamed at his reaction. It's not like he was looking forward to spending some time alone with Edgeworth... Was he?
To cover his embarassment, he focused his attention on Larry, and then stared.
"Uh, Larry? What are you wearing?"
"Oh, this?" Now it was Larry's turn to look embarassed. "I rented this outfit just for the occasion..."
Phoenix eyed the blue-and-white middy blouse and pom-pommed hat that his friend was currently wearing, with some skepticism.
"Yeah, but a sailor suit?" he pointed out. "You look just like Donald Duck!"
"Yeah, about that," began Larry sheepishly. "Let me explain. When I went to the costume shop, I wanted to rent a Captain's uniform; you know, like the ones they wear on a cruise ship? But they mixed up my order somehow, and I ended up with this outfit..."
"Why didn't you just cancel your order, then?" asked Phoenix.
"I already put down the deposit, and I didn't want lose my money." Larry sighed. "Still, it isn't so bad... At least this costume keeps me cool."
Yeah, but it doesn't keep your dignity, thought Phoenix, though he didn't say it aloud.
Notes: Inspired by this official Phoenix Wright artwork, this was to be the story behind the picture; I wrote in Phoenix as the photographer for fun.
Phoenix Wright: "A Close Shave"
As he entered the washroom, Phoenix found himself hesistating in the doorway, for a moment... There was only one other person inside, calmly washing their hands, but it was enough to make him pause.
"Edgeworth?"
Miles looked up, and greeted the other lawyer with a curt nod. "Good morning, Wright."
Phoenix walked up to the row of sinks, where Miles was now drying his hands with a couple of paper towels. "I'm surprised to see you in here, of all places," he commented. "What are you doing in the public bathroom?"
Edgeworth arched an eyebrow at him. "What does it look like I'm doing, Wright?" he replied, and looked down pointedly.
Phoenix followed his gaze, to the countertop in front of them. Neatly laid out on a towel beside him, was a toothbrush, a tube of toothpaste, a cup...
"You're brushing your teeth here?" he asked Edgeworth, in bewilderment.
"I prefer to brush after meals, and I went out for breakfast this morning," explained Edgeworth calmly, as he squirted a measured amount of toothpaste onto the toothbrush.
Leave it to Edgeworth to be such a neat freak, thought Phoenix, somewhat annoyed. He watched out of the corner of his eye, as Miles tucked a white handkerchief over his cravat, presumably to keep it from getting wet or stained.
"I assume you're not here to simply wash your hands either, Wright?" inquired Edgeworth, as Phoenix placed his briefcase on the counter.
"Um, yeah," replied Phoenix sheepishly, opening the case with a click. "I didn't have time to shave this morning, so I figured I'd do it here."
"I thought you looked rather unkempt this morning," commented Edgeworth. "If you're not careful, you'll look almost as scruffy as Gumshoe... And just as unreliable."
Phoenix frowned. It wasn't a very nice thing to say about Gumshoe, who he knew was a good guy. But... He had to admit, Gumshoe didn't look very reliable. Maybe if he tidied himself up a bit more, people would take him more seriously...
Notes: Pretty much a setup for Edgeworth to shave Phoenix's face. ;P During which, we find out that when Edgeworth was younger, he had to shave Von Karma's face with a straight-edge (which I could totally see Von Karma making him do, for some reason) and ending on a less serious note, where Maya mistakes the leftover shaving cream on Phoenix's face for... Something else. (No, she doesn't actually think it's that, she just recognizes the movie reference. ;P)
Ouran Host Club: "Mergers and Acquisitions"
As the youngest son of the owner of a huge business conglomerate, Kyoya Ootori was expected to deal with some of their clientele every now and again, in anticipation of taking on the family business.
The man seated before him was one such client; every year, he would donate a sizable amount of money to one of his father's hospitals. He was very wealthy ("Old money", as one would say), and had a noble lineage dating back to Samurai times (as the man himself kept on telling Kyoya).
But as Kyoya listened to the client drone on and on, there was one thing he had become certain of...
This man is a complete idiot.
As Kyoya sat in the man's home, in traditional Japanese fashion, he restrained himself from fidgeting impatiently; focusing on his host, he attempted to appear mildly interested in what he was saying.
He was a handsome man, in his early thirties, and was dressed in traditional kendoist's clothing (which Kyoya had thought to be a bit odd). However, he now realized that he should've been been tipped off to the man's eccentricities earlier, when he had introduced himself as "Tatewaki Kuno, age 32, Principal of Furinkan High". (Indeed, the man actually wore an armband on his right arm, which said, "Principal of Furinkan High".
Even Tamaki has more sense than this man, thought Kyoya to himself, irritably. Although, they do have similar styles of speaking...
Notes: A Ranma/Ouran crossover, which was pretty much a setup for Kyoya and Nabiki to meet (I've always thought of Kyoya as a combination of Nabiki, and Mendo from Urusei Yatsura ;). For a change of pace, I decided to age up the Ranma characters accordingly; besides, the thought of Kuno becoming principal himself has always struck me as amusing.
Stolen from
wonderful_words, though I've seen this meme floating around, and have been tempted to do it before; the amount of half-finished 'fics I have lying around at the moment is not even funny. ;PAs you might've noticed, most of these are non-FE 'fics, but I figured I might as well post what I've got:
Fire Emblem: "Love Letters in the Saddle"
It was late one night in the army encampment, when Lyn snuck into the supply tent.
As she entered the small, dimly-lit tent, she looked around; normally it was empty at this time of night, but tonight it seemed full of people.
"All right, I got your message," announced Lyn. "So what's this all about?" She then noticed that all the people in the tent were women, and sighed. "Or should I even ask?"
"Well... It's about Sain," said Fiora.
"Yes, I figured it would be," replied Lyn, looking resigned. "What has he done this time?" The other women cast glances at each other.
"Well, he hasn't done anything specific," began Priscilla.
"It's just him in general," added Rebecca.
"He can be so annoying!" complained Serra.
"It was somewhat flattering at first," said Fiora, "But now, he just interferes with our work."
Isadora nodded. "It's very distracting."
Lyn sighed heavily, as she leaned against one of the supply boxes stacked in the tent.
"Listen ladies, I sympathize with you all, I really do. But the fact is, that Sain is Sain. I've talked to him about this many times, but Sain honestly believes that every woman should be flattered and protected constantly; it's just the way he is."
Lyn looked around at the other women in the tent. "Have you any of you tried talking to Sain about this? Tell him how you feel?"
"Yes," said Rebecca, who then made a face. "But he always gets the wrong idea."
"Yes, that sounds like Sain," said Lyn, rolling her eyes.
Notes: An old story idea I finally got around to writing (partly because I've seen it done before). Currently half-finished, though I've fallen out of writing it at the moment. >.< (Oh, and Mark's in this one, too.)
Haruhi Suzumiya: "Who's Who?"
"Move."
I looked up from my chess game with Koizumi; the voice was quiet but unmistakable. As my gaze paused briefly on Asahina-san (who was looking as cute as ever in her maid outfit), I turned to the corner of the room where Nagato was seated.
"Did you say something, Nagato?" I asked her.
"Move," she repeated. Nagato paused for a moment, then added, "Now."
It was only then that I noticed her gaze was fixed on a point somewhere above the table where Koizumi and I were playing our game.
Koizumi slid his chair back with a scraping noise; I attempted the same maneuver, but instead of gracefully sliding back like he did, my chair tipped over and I hit my head on the floor. Why me?
Biting back a curse, I was suddenly aware of a strange sound; a kind of whoomwhoomwhoom noise. As I stared at the table in front (well, now above) me, something seemed to be materializing right on top of it.
It faded in and out, like a mirage; it looked almost like an old-fashioned telephone booth, but painted blue. As it solidified, I noticed some English words written at the top; scanning my meager English vocabulary, I identified the word "BOX" (I had no clue what the other words meant).
The (for want of a better word) "box" had now completely materialized; it stood on the table, just barely clearing the room's ceiling. Miraculously, it had missed the chess set on the table; the pieces still sat on their board, completely undisturbed... That is, until the box's door opened, scattering chess pieces all over the tabletop.
Notes: In case it's not obvious, this a crossover with Doctor Who, inspired by the fact that male protagonists from both series use the same psuedonym as each other.
World of Warcraft: "Mystery of the Violet Citadel"
As Jadaar turned his attention back to his drink, he overheard the innkeeper call out the elf's name.
"Hey Asric, you're going to love this," said the innkeeper, as he leaned over the bar.
"What is it, Ajay?" replied Asric, who was currently toying with a half-finished glass of Dalaran Red (though Jadaar knew for a fact that the blood elf would drink anything that was placed in front of him, these days).
As the two bent their heads in conversation, Jadaar found himself rolling his eyes. There wasn't much to do down here in the sewers, apart from drink (unless you were interested in the black market, or gladiatorial fights); although the more enterprising (or bored) adventurers would try to fish the murky waters for treasure.
However, it was a good place to hear gossip; somehow, all the dirty little secrets from the city above ended up down here... Kind of like this mead, mused Jadaar sourly, as he peered down at the dregs of his drink.
And if there was one thing Jadaar had learned from his reluctant exile with Asric, it was that the blood elf had developed a taste for gossip.
Despite himself, Jadaar leaned forward, in order to listen in on their conversation.
"Rumour has it that a rogue was caught breaking into an archmage's personal quarters, in the Violet Citadel," said the innkeeper, in a hushed voice.
Notes: Based on a certain WoW achievement, this is a snippet of a locked-door mystery I was working on (which got put on hold, since I've never written for the genre before). Still, I've always been fond of Jadaar and Asric, and the thought of them turning into private eyes in order to get their old jobs back is amusing to me.
Phoenix Wright: "In International Waters"
"Hey, Nick!" greeted Larry, as he paused to catch his breath. "Glad to see you're still here; that means that I didn't miss the boat!"
"You mean... Edgeworth invited you, too?" asked Phoenix, feeling oddly disappointed.
"Yup!" Seeing Phoenix's expression, he added, "Hey, aren't you glad to see your best buddy?"
"Oh... Of course I am!" replied Phoenix, somewhat ashamed at his reaction. It's not like he was looking forward to spending some time alone with Edgeworth... Was he?
To cover his embarassment, he focused his attention on Larry, and then stared.
"Uh, Larry? What are you wearing?"
"Oh, this?" Now it was Larry's turn to look embarassed. "I rented this outfit just for the occasion..."
Phoenix eyed the blue-and-white middy blouse and pom-pommed hat that his friend was currently wearing, with some skepticism.
"Yeah, but a sailor suit?" he pointed out. "You look just like Donald Duck!"
"Yeah, about that," began Larry sheepishly. "Let me explain. When I went to the costume shop, I wanted to rent a Captain's uniform; you know, like the ones they wear on a cruise ship? But they mixed up my order somehow, and I ended up with this outfit..."
"Why didn't you just cancel your order, then?" asked Phoenix.
"I already put down the deposit, and I didn't want lose my money." Larry sighed. "Still, it isn't so bad... At least this costume keeps me cool."
Yeah, but it doesn't keep your dignity, thought Phoenix, though he didn't say it aloud.
Notes: Inspired by this official Phoenix Wright artwork, this was to be the story behind the picture; I wrote in Phoenix as the photographer for fun.
Phoenix Wright: "A Close Shave"
As he entered the washroom, Phoenix found himself hesistating in the doorway, for a moment... There was only one other person inside, calmly washing their hands, but it was enough to make him pause.
"Edgeworth?"
Miles looked up, and greeted the other lawyer with a curt nod. "Good morning, Wright."
Phoenix walked up to the row of sinks, where Miles was now drying his hands with a couple of paper towels. "I'm surprised to see you in here, of all places," he commented. "What are you doing in the public bathroom?"
Edgeworth arched an eyebrow at him. "What does it look like I'm doing, Wright?" he replied, and looked down pointedly.
Phoenix followed his gaze, to the countertop in front of them. Neatly laid out on a towel beside him, was a toothbrush, a tube of toothpaste, a cup...
"You're brushing your teeth here?" he asked Edgeworth, in bewilderment.
"I prefer to brush after meals, and I went out for breakfast this morning," explained Edgeworth calmly, as he squirted a measured amount of toothpaste onto the toothbrush.
Leave it to Edgeworth to be such a neat freak, thought Phoenix, somewhat annoyed. He watched out of the corner of his eye, as Miles tucked a white handkerchief over his cravat, presumably to keep it from getting wet or stained.
"I assume you're not here to simply wash your hands either, Wright?" inquired Edgeworth, as Phoenix placed his briefcase on the counter.
"Um, yeah," replied Phoenix sheepishly, opening the case with a click. "I didn't have time to shave this morning, so I figured I'd do it here."
"I thought you looked rather unkempt this morning," commented Edgeworth. "If you're not careful, you'll look almost as scruffy as Gumshoe... And just as unreliable."
Phoenix frowned. It wasn't a very nice thing to say about Gumshoe, who he knew was a good guy. But... He had to admit, Gumshoe didn't look very reliable. Maybe if he tidied himself up a bit more, people would take him more seriously...
Notes: Pretty much a setup for Edgeworth to shave Phoenix's face. ;P During which, we find out that when Edgeworth was younger, he had to shave Von Karma's face with a straight-edge (which I could totally see Von Karma making him do, for some reason) and ending on a less serious note, where Maya mistakes the leftover shaving cream on Phoenix's face for... Something else. (No, she doesn't actually think it's that, she just recognizes the movie reference. ;P)
Ouran Host Club: "Mergers and Acquisitions"
As the youngest son of the owner of a huge business conglomerate, Kyoya Ootori was expected to deal with some of their clientele every now and again, in anticipation of taking on the family business.
The man seated before him was one such client; every year, he would donate a sizable amount of money to one of his father's hospitals. He was very wealthy ("Old money", as one would say), and had a noble lineage dating back to Samurai times (as the man himself kept on telling Kyoya).
But as Kyoya listened to the client drone on and on, there was one thing he had become certain of...
This man is a complete idiot.
As Kyoya sat in the man's home, in traditional Japanese fashion, he restrained himself from fidgeting impatiently; focusing on his host, he attempted to appear mildly interested in what he was saying.
He was a handsome man, in his early thirties, and was dressed in traditional kendoist's clothing (which Kyoya had thought to be a bit odd). However, he now realized that he should've been been tipped off to the man's eccentricities earlier, when he had introduced himself as "Tatewaki Kuno, age 32, Principal of Furinkan High". (Indeed, the man actually wore an armband on his right arm, which said, "Principal of Furinkan High".
Even Tamaki has more sense than this man, thought Kyoya to himself, irritably. Although, they do have similar styles of speaking...
Notes: A Ranma/Ouran crossover, which was pretty much a setup for Kyoya and Nabiki to meet (I've always thought of Kyoya as a combination of Nabiki, and Mendo from Urusei Yatsura ;). For a change of pace, I decided to age up the Ranma characters accordingly; besides, the thought of Kuno becoming principal himself has always struck me as amusing.
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