That's not a bad idea. Although I doubt they've been able to master Tsubame Gaeshi.Originally Posted by Theocrass
Although to be honest, people being able to successfully use a sword that friggin' big is pretty damn good.
That's not a bad idea. Although I doubt they've been able to master Tsubame Gaeshi.
Although to be honest, people being able to successfully use a sword that friggin' big is pretty damn good.
That's all, folks!
Ooh.
Ooooooh.
I just had a really, really good idea on how to even the odds a bit for the Reconquista.
Well, it's not exactly evening the odds.
It's more like tipping them heavily towards the other end.
But I suppose that you're supposed to making things harder on the protagonists. Though, it'll probably make this story more "epic" in scope than is appropriate for a humor/romance story.
Now you have me intrigued, you bear, you.
Hm.
Glad to hear it!
Anyone who isn't afraid of being spoiled willing to let me bounce ideas off them?
Don't need one, but it would nice to see what others thought of my plans.
Well, I'd offer myself if there wasn't something else I should finish first. How about in a week?
Hate to spoil ya, but I've always loved your advice.
I'm a good idea bouncer offer.
Hm ... you don't mind being spoiled?
Not at all.
Hm ... prepare yourself for a PM.
My body is ready.
I'm okay with bouncing ideas too, though with the time zone differences and my forum browsing habits don't expect a fast reply ^^; If that's alright with you then feel free to drop me a PM.Hm.
Glad to hear it!
Anyone who isn't afraid of being spoiled willing to let me bounce ideas off them?
Don't need one, but it would nice to see what others thought of my plans.
'Fae is Foul' - My SAO/ZnT Crossover fanfic (SB Thread) (FFN Link)
I appreciate your offer of help.
EMIYA? Oh man, this is gonna get good. How did I miss this before?
Thanks Gauss.
I'll edit that stuff when I'm feeling like less of a sloth.
Still feeling like a sloth, still pathetically slow at updating even these small snippets. So, in what is totally not a blatant attempt to generate posts in this thread, I will post a small, teeny tiny preview of something I'm thinking about writing maybe!
For the sake of context, Shirou is like eleven or twelve in this snippet. I make no apologies for any offense you may take with my writing!
And this is KIND OF related to my shitty snippets where Lancelot meets Shirou.
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Lancelot hissed as light spilled into his room, unearthing himself from beneath a pile of empty cans and bottles as he shrunk away from the light, scattering them across the floor like the ashes of a disliked relative. He curled behind a veritable mountain of booze, arranged in a vague imitation of an altar, in a vain attempt to find refuge from the daylight invading his abode.
He growled in as menacing a manner as he could, but his hangover left him incapable of little more than some bastard combination of an unintelligible gargle and a pained groan. Needless to say, his visitor was not dissuaded in the least.
Taiga closed the door behind her, darkening the room and gaining a groan of relief from the former knight. She pursed her lips in disapproval as she took in the disheveled state of the bedroom and its occupant. "Isn't it a little early for you to be drinking already?" she asked, shaking a half empty bottle of Bourbon she'd found on the floor at Lancelot, whose eyes were following the liquid sloshing in the bottle like a hawk watching a mouse.
He scowled at her, consigned to the reality that she wanted to talk and he couldn't go back to sleep. "I'll have you know I haven't had anything to drink since I woke up three seconds ago."
He immediately threw back his head and greedily consumed a good amount of whiskey from the bottle that appeared in his hand. "Besides ... it's Ireland somewhere!"
Elsewhere, a gorgeous redhead in a handsome suit paused in her enjoyment of a nonalcoholic cup of coffee to contemplate the strange sensation that passed over her. Then, she shrugged and knocked back the shot of whiskey she had waiting next to her newspaper.
Taiga shook her head and stepped closer to get a better look at the room. "You know you could use your paycheck to buy something OTHER than Jack Daniels and Captain Morgan, right?"
"The question, my dear Taiga, is WHY would I when they're such good friends to me? Trust me when I say that you will never find two more reliable and accommodating individuals than sirs Jack Daniels and Captain Morgan. And what would they ask of me in exchange for their companionship? Why, nothing more than a small quantity of money!"
Shirou, having overheard snippets of the conversation as he passed by the room, walked in with a foul hang over cure in hand and asked, "Who are Jack Daniels and Captain Morgan?"
Lancelot shied away from the light of the sun as it once again invaded his room, hissing and making warding gestures with his hand until Shirou closed the door.
"You're the only one who understands me," he confessed miserably to his altar of alcohol. Shirou, more than used to his uncle's quirks, merely moved forward and offered him the foul, steaming mug of ... something.
Lancelot grimaced, unsure if he wanted to avoid being stuck with the taste of boiled vomit in his mouth more than he wanted to be rid of his hangover, belatedly answered Shirou's question.
Naturally, he lied through his teeth. "They're counselors helping me deal with my alcoholism and many childhood traumas."
He let out a shriek unparalleled in volume and girlishness as Taiga remorselessly slapped him upside the head. "They're alcoholic beverages, exactly what he should be avoiding if he wants to get his problem under control."
Shirou sighed in disappointment as Lancelot snatched the cup from his hand and started sucking down the foul concoction within, no longer caring about its contents now that Taiga had aggravated his headache; though, he remained certain that it's creation involved the souls of one if not several forsaken children and any number of rotten meats.
"It's not a problem," he protested sullenly as his throat cleared and the vile mixture settled in his stomach, waiting for the day it would exact its toll for the service it provided. And it did its job well, as he immediately felt the throbbing in his head lessen.
"I'm surprised you don't have a beer gut, with all the alcohol you drink and all the time you spend doing nothing," Taiga continued as Shirou helped Lancelot stand up.
Lancelot suddenly found himself feeling mischievous as he was finally clearheaded enough for coherent banter. "And you certainly wouldn't want that, would you? Not with how appreciative you were of my physique the other night! What was it you called me after that vicious tiger mauled me and destroyed my clothing? Your French Adon-"
Taiga, so red in the face you could practically see steam leaking from her ears, brought a fist down on his head with an outraged war cry. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT IN FRONT OF SHIROU?!"
Lancelot flopped to the ground, feeling dazed, amused, and a little guilty. He decided not to hold that one against her; he had been asking for it.
Shirou frowned in confusion. "You were mauled by a tiger?"
He couldn't resist. He opened his mouth to speak-
"WHO THE HELL IS A TIGER?!"
-and bit his tongue when Taiga nailed both of them on the head and stormed out of the room, fuming and muttering under her breath.
Shirou rubbed his head, wincing, and tried to understand what just happened while Lancelot sulked in the corner, cursing in oddly-accented Japanese.
"I feel like I'm missing something," he admitted to himself.
Last edited by Theocrass; November 3rd, 2012 at 03:22 AM.
Never-Here-Theo a shit, Back-Again-Theo new hotness.
My Fanfics. Read 'em. Or not.McJon01: We all know that the real reason Archer would lose to Rider is because the events of his own Holy Grail War left him with a particular weakness toward "older sister" types.
I can't trust your opinion!
You're biased because you love me!
It's horrible, isn't it?!
ISN'T IT!?
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It really is a nice read, Bearski.
My Fanfics. Read 'em. Or not.McJon01: We all know that the real reason Archer would lose to Rider is because the events of his own Holy Grail War left him with a particular weakness toward "older sister" types.
I'm going to have to back the nice read statement.
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