Again, See parts one and two.
~ In the first episode, someone walks behind Takato (at the mouth of the alley) who looks like Izzy.
~ Miss Isaji, Takato's teacher, has Kari's voice actress... and was listed as Kari in the first episode's credits.
~ Juri resembles Izzy's daughter.
~ The mysterious blond with the Blue Card couldn't have been Yamaki, because he hates kids. Is it Uncle TK?
~ As mentioned before, Riley has Yolei's voice actress and resembles her.
~ Henry's father resembles Jyou Kido... but in my opinon, Kenta looks like Jyou's son too.
Whoa! Three new episodes, and a kickass older one.
First was the cobra in the subway. Yay, they appreciate Culumon! Rika's scowling in the picture. The drunk dude in the subway. Takato's fan club. The lovely kabuki play with the kitsune. Rika *finally* figures it out! Henry rescues Terriermon from the evil Dr. Suzie! Snotballs! Losing grandma. Rika has the cell phone, booyah. Eeek, Renamon's constricted! Takato tells them it's not a game. The snake's still smiling... Three way attack on the cobra.
Second was the camping trip. Renamon's first gift.. awww! I loved that. Rena's voice actress rocks out. Um, *how* many people saw Guilmon? Everybody's chibi animal backpack! Let's let them play. Takato and Henry in swimming trunks... suppressing shota thoughts. Imitating Rika. The talking owl?! WTF? Maybe someone's trying to help them. The right big chicken! Wooo! Henry's smart. Man, how did they get back from camp? Supersized, ne...
As for the third. Whoaaa.... *What* is with Yamaki that he's slipping blue cards to little kids? Or... is it Yamaki?!! I bet it's TK. See the Tamers Conspiracy. Terriermon relaxing in the shade. Great detective work, with Rika doing the lean-and-scowl. Analyzing the Blue Card with Henry's dad. Henry's dad doing tai-chi, that is so cool! The woman with feathered hair from the seventies... rrrrr, the details! Henry, stopped. Henry, staring. Henry's dad. Impmon, you dork! The boys run. The bull and the sheep. The bleat of doom *g*. Someone's giving them orders. Try this card... this one... *panic*... The crossbow taking aim... ! Card slash... help, it doesn't work! But then Culumon lends a hand. What is with the little dude, anyway? Rapidmon! Henry's dad tells the whole story. The shadow of the bull. Rika, trusting Renamon to talk to the bull... bad idea....
It's amazing that these guys can beat Ultimates with just Wargrowlmon among them. The team is coming together in an odd way, in that none of them can really stand up to the encroaching digimon alone, and also they can't let the city get destroyed. Takato and Henry are quite close, but there's still a businesslike attitude all around.
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Henry: Is it too much to ask for a nice place to settle down?
Touma: *glances at Ken* Shu moves around quite a bit. And will be for a while.
Ken I.: It's hard, but we all have to make do.
Henry: Yeah. Maybe it because I'm the new guy, but...
Yohji: Hey kiddo, everyone here wants a place to plant themselves down.
Touma: And most of us aren't even awake.
Naotoki: It's the blonds and Koma. She can't get a good reading on them.
Yohji: Yeah... though Irvine's coming along.
Kujuurou: *sniffs* Comfort toys.
Yohji: Well, she needs comfort.
Henry: As I said... it wouldn't be so much to ask for a home.
Irvine: *ruffles Henry's hair, glancing at Yohji*
Yohji: *lifts his shoulders, then draws Irvine towards him, sprawling on the couch*
Spike: *plays cards with Kayura*
Piccolo: *levitating in a corner*
Ken I.: Touma-niisan?
Touma: *smiles softly, and puts his arm around Ken's shoulder* C'mon, Henry.
Henry: *looks surprised* Ah, I guess... *gets pulled into Touma's embrace, and they sit watching the window*
*Wormmon, Terriermon, and Patamon play hot potato with a rubber ball*
Kujuurou: *touches Touma's head* We're going hunting.
Touma: Bye. *watches Kujuurou and Naotoki leave*
Henry: *watches Terriermon bat the rubber ball with his ears* Y'know... maybe this is just as good. *leans on Touma*
Yohji: It's the real thing. *sighs as Irvine explores his chest with his calloused fingers* Get to love it.
Well, they're not really muses to me. I am a plot slut, and plots talk to me; characters speak only when spoken to. Generally my idea of musespace is wherever's most convenient, or the privilege of a boy sharing his ghostly presence with me. I think they would kill each other if they actually lived in the same house. In any case they're all a little somber right now, which puts the power with the wine-dark ones.
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Kujuurou did not ask to wind his arms around Seiji's shoulders. It was not so much affection as trap. Despite being mated to Seiji's best friend and sometime lover, Kujuurou was no warmer to him. There was always a half-remembered hostility in their exchanges, no matter how intimate. They did not respect each other as warriors. Seiji was not sure they considered each other worthy enemies, despite being equal on the battlefield.
It was habit that made Seiji burrow closer, his breath on Kujuurou's collarbone. Arms like steel hoops held him fast. Kujuurou was built for the no-dachi, compact and muscular. Seiji's shoulders and back were as rock-hard as Shuu's, but his build was more slender and sinuous. Years of kendo practice and competition made Seiji lighter on his feet. It did him no good in close quarters.
Kujuurou idly claimed his mouth, shifting Seiji's body so that his neck fell back on his arm. The Masho of Darkness was always so cold; his kisses prickled. Seiji parted his lips and an invading tongue slipped in, pressing on his teeth and the roof of his mouth. Seiji wondered what he tasted of him. A warmth that burned, no doubt.
Seiji recovered from the kiss and was tucked against Kujuurou's chest once more. He listened to their faint breaths, so glad for that menacing embrace, the willing darkness. It was so good to be wrapped in nightmares, to feel the cold twinging in his soul, to lie limp against his lover's lover, no, his lover's love, and let the shadows take him. In a few minutes there would be roughness and blood and sword-calloused hands on his samurai-bred bones.
Now it was silent as death. And Seiji welcomed it, far from the tended garden paths, the sunlight casting green shadow on his meditating form, far from the ache of shining so brightly.
9:56 AM squicky ficcie! and the fan girls who love them
Alas, it's a tease, and a twisty one at that. But ooooh....
Well. I want a tall cold one to steel my nerves. Jesus. I'm already running about an hour late. Jesus. Okay. One thing at a time. Shower first, and maybe think of Spike and Irvine's lips and Yohji's hands. Touma is as nervous as I am, so I won't put him through the strain of it. My rum and Kahlua boys, not like my vodka and vermouth blonds, or the wine-dark of the warlords. I need a drink.
Japanese Language: Names. Wow, how useful! I love this thing. Lots of phrases and a more complete list of Japanese names.
There's het. Un-PC. Beware.
Beer, and not the cheap kind. Chips, dip, smokes, roasted peanuts, and one tall bottle of Johnny Walker in the center. Yohji grinned. One last detail. A saucy brunette in hot pants and a tiny little tee. She pranced around experimentally, her bunny ears flopping over her dark brown curls. No blonds, they'd agreed. Everyone had trouble with blonds. Yohji was tempted to go for a redhead, but he didn't want to be distracted from his hosting duties.
A vortex hummed, and a tall biseinen stepped through, his robes swirling. Yohji checked him over his designer shades, and the other did the same through his round handcrafted ones. "Dryden. How goes it?"
"Fairly well," Dryden smirked. His hair was pulled up in that absurd ponytail, his elegant fingers laced as he sat at the table. They were about the same age, but Dryden acted older than any of them. The merchant was well-read, well-traveled, given to fits of eccentricity... and he could bluff a flush out of a queen.
Yohji put his feet up, pinching the girl as she brought their beers. "Is it Irv's turn to bring the deck?"
"I was under the impression that Spiegel-san would be procuring it."
"Very formal." Yohji flipped the lighter between his fingers. "We've been hanging out for a long time."
"Everyone is rather formal where I come from. It doesn't detract from the business at hand." A glint and a wink, and Yohji laughed.
"Too right. Would you like some chips, Fassa-oji?"
The vortex powered up again. Dryden didn't look up. "Why thank you, Kudoh-san. And how are you today, Kinneas-san?"
"Fuckin' damnit all to hell! I'm gonna truss up and roast that little pipsqueak!" Yohji tossed Irvine a towel. The sharpshooter wiped off a mud clod from his right cheek. "B'jesus, he's ruined my leather."
Dryden held out a hand and easily caught the heavy sniper rifle Irvine tossed him. The brunette bunny did her job, oozing up to Irvine and helping clean up.
Yohji grinned. "Zell, again?"
Irvine was in a noticeably better mood as he slapped the girl's ass. She giggled. "Yeah, got a drop on me. I'll get him back." He turned a chair around and straddled it, going for the roasted peanuts. "Yohji, my man."
Yohji bumped knuckles with him, then jerked back as Irvine swiped at his navel. "Ass," Yohji grinned, stealing Irvine's hat.
It was promptly stolen back. "You wish. And yeah, I'm just fine, Dryden. Still turnin' a profit?"
Dryden had been examining the rifle, and he tossed it back to its owner. Irvine immediately flipped it open, recalibrating. "We've hit a bad patch, but as soon as the next shipment comes in, we'll be on our way."
Yohji hummed, aiming a peanut. The vortex flashed. The assassin zinged the missile towards it. A lanky young man appeared, hands full with the deck. He caught the peanut in his mouth. "What the hell?"
Yohji swore. "... I could've gotten you right between the eyes."
Spike crunched the peanut. "Stick to the wire, man." He set the big black deck on the table with a bang. "We all ready?"
The brunette took their suits and coats, leaving Dryden in a loose tunic, Yohji in his black tanktop, Irvine in his V-neck, and Spike in a rumpled shirt. Shades and hats were also surrendered. The girl also patted them down for cheats, giving them ample opportunity to reciprocate. Yohji flipped out the lighter for their cigarettes. Dryden dealt out the poker chips. Irvine yawned, his rifle leaning on the chair.
Spike was looking dangerously bored, a hand in his untamed green hair. Yohji set a drink in front of him. "I think now we're ready."
They placed their hands on the deck. A murky hologram of their past wins and losses appeared in the smoky air.
The bounty hunter looked around. "Seven card stud, ace of spades wild." Playing cards whirred out to the four men.
Irvine groaned. Spike raised an eyebrow, and added, "If the pot gets above five, the next hand'll be Murder."
"Hmm," Dryden licked his lips. Murder was a real pot-building game. Yohji grinned. He was good at Murder.
Monday, October 29, 2001
7:36 PM forever to escape
down the rabbit hutch
over under through
till no one can catch
you in the act
no need for bigger
better jest
the days away
just for the thrill of
changing unhinging
the bridges breaking
free or out or in
for better or worse
till time out, time up,
here at last is the greatest
escape to
forever
I've been reading a lot of Tenshi and llamajoy which may account for my daylight saved waking dream. Woke with the computer telling me it was four am instead of five, as if that made it any better... I went back to familiar paradises, the tropical sea #23.5, where my mind had built this brand new resort with unfamiliar people. I was in RP mode, I think, so for a minute I was a man but it didn't matter because these two awfully familiar women invited me into their bed. It was not so much erotic as deeply comforting, and the dream-self was a virgin yet unafraid and s/he felt safe. I don't know who the women were. One of them kissed me, a marvelous play of tongue on tongue but you know, I've never done that in real life... and she tasted like tea and sweetness and an odd kind of sweat... as though she were a real person with a real scent. I generally only dream in images, suggestions of images, suggestions of sound, and never taste. Even my lucid dreams. Weird.
Last night we had a marvelous dinner at a friend's house, as only poor college students can. We laughed and pun'd and were generally strange and ate beets. I had little sparkings of hope, despite a near run-in with a professor at the grocery store to pick up a pumpkin or two. We now have a jack o'lantern to show for it. Name of Ed. She has a fang.
I love my friends. I've been bitchy lately and haven't shown it, but I do.
Oh, man, I didn't want to get up today. The memory of hands on me... that was so nice. The problem is, I have to get to work. No comfort for me, not for a long time. The shock's not worn off yet.
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