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When you see this, post a little weensy excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.
AND THEN I WANT TO DO THEM TOO.
JEEBUS, GG.
So we start with the oldest first: the beginnings of chapter nine of All It Takes, the first Chrno Crusade fic I wrote that actually had a plot. It died a while ago, but so far as I'm concerned it's still a WIP.
“Sumiah is a pursuer. She’s loved Aion for as long as I’ve known her.”
Rosette gasped, completely taken aback. She looked at Chrno, then, “The woman has no taste,” she joked weakly.
Next, we have the beginnings of Like Wildfire, a little ficlet that was supposed to take place after Dear Diary. Hooray for my own little AU of the Chrno Crusade canon, my hopelessly romantic brain, and my obsession with Chrno with horns.
“Wow.”
“Seconded.” Chrno ran one hand up the back of Rosette’s neck and delighted in her pleased reaction.
“But…” he paused momentarily. “Now what?”
“Whadda ya mean, now what?” She leaned easily against him.
“Rosette.” He placed his hands on her shoulders and gently stood her up. Damn, but he could not think when she did that. “I mean, this won’t be a secret for long. You know how fast the Order’s rumor mill grinds.”
“Oh.” She blinked. “I hadn’t thought of that.”
So I noticed. He raised an eyebrow. “So my question is, what do we do?”
“Keep it a secret,” she responded promptly. And at his confused expression, she continued, “well, why not? You can’t have a rumor if you have nothing to talk about.”
It was Chrno’s turn to blink. “That is a really good idea.”
“Of course!” Rosette grinned at him. “I always have good ideas.”
He just blinked again and kept silent, because technically, that didn’t require an answer, and as long as he didn’t have to say anything…
“Don’t I.”
Damn.
Third is a sequel to The Source of Power. It had a title, but I hate it now, and damned if I'm telling you all what it is. :D
“Have I ever lied to you?”
“Not that I know of.” She crossed her arms.
“Believe me Rosette, I can’t lie.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her a little closer.
“Won’t, or –”
“No,” he interrupted. “Can’t.”
“Ah.” She leaned against him. “Can’t keep a straight face, huh.”
Thank goodness for loopholes. “The guilt would eat me up inside.” And that’s not the half of it…
“Jeez, Chrno, you’re more Christian than I am.”
He looked down at her. “Do you have any idea just how weird it is to have a nun tell me that?”
She laughed.
Switching gears but still keeping with the unbelievably-old mostly-dead lot, we have Full Mental Analysis, one of those fun little deviations in which the FullMetal Alchemist cast gets psychotherapy. Yes, we had just learned about Freud in class. Draw your own conclusions.
Ed sighed and flopped once again onto the couch. “Are we done yet?”
“Of course not, boy.” The therapist looked at his watch. “We’ve barely been here five minutes. I charge by the hour.”
“Of course you do,” Ed muttered, rolling his eyes. Then, louder, “Stop calling me “boy.’”
“Why?” The therapist continued to doodle on his clipboard. “Does it bother you, boy?”
“Yes, dammit!” Ed pulled a quick sit-up yet again. “So cut it out!”
The therapist once again made the down-boy gesture with his hand. Ed heaved a sigh that was, if anything, twice as big as the one before it, and flopped once again on the couch, doing his best to wear it out before the warrantee expired.
“I take it,” said the therapist, “you don’t want to talk about your mother anymore.”
“Gee, what tipped you off?” The muttered words dripped sarcasm.
“So,” the therapist continued as if he hadn’t heard, “let’s talk about your father instead.”
Ed’s mood soured immediately. “No.”
“Oh, really.” The therapist feigned indifference. Mentally, he was salivating. This next reaction would make or break his ideas about his new patient. “Why is that?”
“He’s an ass and I hate him.” Ed rolled over and attempted to glare a hole in the wall.
“Please elaborate.”
“No.”
AND FINALLY, we have a fic that might actually get itself finished sometime in the near future (i.e. before I die). This lovely crossover, aptly titled Crosshairs for so many more reasons than one, features a delightful mix of Kingdom Hearts and Chrno Crusade. (And I have no idea why I just switched into my salesperson voice.)
“What is that thing?” Claire whispered. Mary’s only reply was a very small squeak. She had never seen anything take a Sacred to the face and not even care. Hell, that thing had barely noticed the bullet.
Anna was once again the first to pull herself together, popping the clip containing Sacreds out of her Colt and ramming a clip of Gospels into the empty slot. “Stand back,” she commanded, supporting her left-handed grip with her right hand and taking careful aim at one of the white creatures.
Mary and Claire ducked and covered their ears as the minor explosion that signaled the firing of a Gospel echoed through the street. They watched as two of the white creatures were obliterated by the powerful bullet. The third reeled backwards from the shockwave of the explosion. It righted itself in midair, turned a blank stare to the exorcists, and disappeared back into nothingness.
After several tense heartbeats, Anna sighed in relief and lowered her gun. With her mind still on the three creatures that had been before her, she failed to notice her fellow sisters stiffen in fear next to her. With the noise of the Gospel ringing in her ears, she failed to hear the winged white beast warp into existence. With her gun at her side, she was unprepared.
“ANNA!” Mary shrieked.
Anna whipped around, already raising her gun to the previously unperceived threat. Unfortunately for her, this beast was not like the others, neither in shape nor in power. She faced a truth of which she was unaware: nobody outshoots a Sniper.
Her gun wasn’t fast enough.
So there we have it: Kiaxet's ficcage. If I weren't so busy writing nearly this much twice over every day with RP tags, I might actually work on something. XD;
