*g* Because whenever I'm not at school, I'm on the internet? And because my best friend is twelve hours ahead of me, and 7 tends of overlap. A lot more. 8D
I need saving, trust me. Saving from a Life Penalty in prison when I get my hands on its scrawny neck and kill it for it's nastiness. It is 'technically' a child but it's got so much power and wrath I am inclined to think it is the lovechild of the Balrog and plausibly Swamp Thing. It's cracking my walls (no joke. Ever since it moved it, it's started snaking cracks down my wall) because all it does is thump around the place, throws tantrums, screams and thrash on the floor. A lot. Its parents do nothing. It's woken up my neighbours as well, and in the morning, even with heavy duty earplugs, you can feel the vibrations it makes on the floors and walls, that is how strong it is.
He'd probably eat it off some one...(*cough* hint for fic *cough*)
Bah, I don't know what species it is. If I did, I could probably try and acquire an antidote to stop it. but NO, world. No. You just weren't that nice.
(*cough* hi I just wrote you guys Vin/Veld what about it being my turn *cough*) Hm. Maybe it depends on the kind of cake. And how intoxicated he is. Tseng? Without his dignity? Never!
Maybe it's a small elephant. Maybe you should call the RSPCA.
(*cough* is that a cakey Tseng challenge? *cough*) Hmm....buttercream? chocolate? Definitely sober....are we actually debating food!kink!fic here? interesting.....hmmm. *contemplates. considers drabble of cakey!Tseng goodness*
If it was a small elephant, I would adopt it. I have seen it with mine own eyes. it is of a child-nature. it is alive. and it is as ugly a fly having dietry problems. (sorry, maybe that was going a bit too far)
One day such as the day Nyx gets the community created we will need to compile a list of Stupid Things (TM) and get our respective characters to Do Them. In a sane, normal and non-cracky way.
The cake, unfortunately, is already killing my brain. THEREFORE, MM, CAKEY TSENG CHALLENGE.
Potentially, Elena could've been Really Nice, and also Really Dumb on her first year with the Turks. Y'know. Let's-do-something-for-senpai. /fails horribly at this thing.
I bet flies with dietary problems make less noise, though. *gives you music and in-ear earphones*
I was thinking of a utterly pervetastic birthday treat from Rufus, but that's just me. I am not ashamed. I blame you for even getting those two in my brain. Yup.
Let's both do it. Both do a cakey!Tseng drabble and see what comes up? What do you say? :D we can set a challenge of 500 words or something?
They probably do make less noise. Still looks ugly though. *nods* yup yup.
AHAHAHA OH GOD YES PLEASE. Cakey!Tseng drabble! And then we can port it over to the Whatever Noodly Thing that Nyx will come up with eh he he and flood it full of content. Hmm, okay, cakey, lesse...
Maybe you could leave a gingerbread trail out of the house and onto the freeway into a playpen on the other side of the city for it to follow.
Tseng:....I am slightly perturbed. Rufus: You will be. *pats* You will be.
I could try that but I am worried it might see me and eat me. I have been tempted to kick it out in front of a bus, the times that I've seen it standing by the bus stop.
I AM SUCH A COP OUT CASE. SUCH. A. COP. OUT. CASE.
Hard to imagine Tseng civil; Rufus forgets. Tseng is rarely civil - that element of his character seems too social, too irrelevant to his occupation for it to filter into Rufus' normal conception of the Turk. Even now, in the twilight of a new city, it's strange to see Tseng in the afternoon or evening light, present instead of absent. Rufus, for the longest time, marked Tseng by the shadow the man left behind him, not by the one he cast.
Edge, however, requires an entirely different set of politics from the one Midgar used to. They don't play the old games of empire anymore - no more sweeps and no more shocks; for now Shinra is placid, pacifist and purposeful, and Tseng exchanges missions for commissions just as Rufus exchanges power for persuasion.
Still odd, nonetheless, to watch Tseng eat at a table, civil and practiced as though his training dealt with etiquette instead of infiltration. The night is young, and not all the lights the city wide have come on yet. Rufus sits, opposite of Tseng, at a table in one of the myriad eateries that Edge has created. It does their image good to be seen in public more often: demystification and humanisation and a huge risk. Tseng eats dessert with the blade of his fork, neat and efficient, but underneath his blazer is an armed gun.
Rufus shouldn't find that as amusing as he does, but it's one of life's little ironies, and he'll enjoy them while he can. Tseng pauses, his utensils quietly touching on the china, and looks up. Rufus? he asks with the arch of a brow.
'Nothing,' Rufus says aloud, waving his free hand in the air. 'Never imagined you were a fan of confectionaries.'
'I'm not,' Tseng says, wiping his lips with his napkin. He lets the cloth fall back onto the table, and waits for Rufus with his hands perched on the edge of the chair.
Rufus cocks his head at Tseng's empty dish: no cake left there, and Rufus marks it because he can scarcely remember a time in their long history where Tseng has partook of good food - can scarcely remember Tseng eating at all.
'I finish what I start,' Tseng says, and Rufus reads into the curve of his lips.
YES. I MANAGE TO TURN CAKE INTO AN ANALOGY FOR. SOMETHING TOTALLY DIFFERENT. WHOO.
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*g* Because whenever I'm not at school, I'm on the internet? And because my best friend is twelve hours ahead of me, and 7 tends of overlap. A lot more. 8D
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It is 'technically' a child but it's got so much power and wrath I am inclined to think it is the lovechild of the Balrog and plausibly Swamp Thing. It's cracking my walls (no joke. Ever since it moved it, it's started snaking cracks down my wall) because all it does is thump around the place, throws tantrums, screams and thrash on the floor. A lot. Its parents do nothing. It's woken up my neighbours as well, and in the morning, even with heavy duty earplugs, you can feel the vibrations it makes on the floors and walls, that is how strong it is.
wow, 12 hours, that's not nice, poor you :(
*hands cake*
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xD Hola, living in Asia.
Mmm, cake. I wonder if Tseng eats cake. Maybe he's allergic.
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Bah, I don't know what species it is. If I did, I could probably try and acquire an antidote to stop it. but NO, world. No. You just weren't that nice.
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And how intoxicated he is.Tseng? Without his dignity? Never!Maybe it's a small elephant. Maybe you should call the RSPCA.
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Hmm....buttercream? chocolate? Definitely sober....are we actually debating food!kink!fic here? interesting.....hmmm. *contemplates. considers drabble of cakey!Tseng goodness*
If it was a small elephant, I would adopt it. I have seen it with mine own eyes. it is of a child-nature. it is alive. and it is as ugly a fly having dietry problems.
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such as the day Nyx gets the community createdwe will need to compile a list of Stupid Things (TM) and get our respective characters to Do Them. In a sane, normal and non-cracky way.The cake, unfortunately, is already killing my brain. THEREFORE, MM, CAKEY TSENG CHALLENGE.
Potentially, Elena could've been Really Nice, and also Really Dumb on her first year with the Turks. Y'know. Let's-do-something-for-senpai. /fails horribly at this thing.
I bet flies with dietary problems make less noise, though. *gives you music and in-ear earphones*
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Let's both do it. Both do a cakey!Tseng drabble and see what comes up? What do you say? :D we can set a challenge of 500 words or something?
They probably do make less noise. Still looks ugly though. *nods* yup yup.
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Maybe you could leave a gingerbread trail out of the house and
onto the freewayinto a playpen on the other side of the city for it to follow.no subject
Tseng:....I am slightly perturbed.
Rufus: You will be. *pats* You will be.
I could try that but I am worried it might see me and eat me.
I have been tempted to kick it out in front of a bus, the times that I've seen it standing by the bus stop.I AM SUCH A COP OUT CASE. SUCH. A. COP. OUT. CASE.
Edge, however, requires an entirely different set of politics from the one Midgar used to. They don't play the old games of empire anymore - no more sweeps and no more shocks; for now Shinra is placid, pacifist and purposeful, and Tseng exchanges missions for commissions just as Rufus exchanges power for persuasion.
Still odd, nonetheless, to watch Tseng eat at a table, civil and practiced as though his training dealt with etiquette instead of infiltration. The night is young, and not all the lights the city wide have come on yet. Rufus sits, opposite of Tseng, at a table in one of the myriad eateries that Edge has created. It does their image good to be seen in public more often: demystification and humanisation and a huge risk. Tseng eats dessert with the blade of his fork, neat and efficient, but underneath his blazer is an armed gun.
Rufus shouldn't find that as amusing as he does, but it's one of life's little ironies, and he'll enjoy them while he can. Tseng pauses, his utensils quietly touching on the china, and looks up. Rufus? he asks with the arch of a brow.
'Nothing,' Rufus says aloud, waving his free hand in the air. 'Never imagined you were a fan of confectionaries.'
'I'm not,' Tseng says, wiping his lips with his napkin. He lets the cloth fall back onto the table, and waits for Rufus with his hands perched on the edge of the chair.
Rufus cocks his head at Tseng's empty dish: no cake left there, and Rufus marks it because he can scarcely remember a time in their long history where Tseng has partook of good food - can scarcely remember Tseng eating at all.
'I finish what I start,' Tseng says, and Rufus reads into the curve of his lips.
YES. I MANAGE TO TURN CAKE INTO AN ANALOGY FOR. SOMETHING TOTALLY DIFFERENT. WHOO.
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That was just genius. Seriously. Just frakking Genius. And in the space of time it took me to walk home from work!
GIVE ME YOUR BRAIN!!!!
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I'm not a genius; right now I feel more like an insomniac...
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it's too much for meeee.
seriously though, that drabble was just so great. You probably won't get nothing out of me until I've fed myself later :D
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„What are you talking about?!“ Rufus demanded, surprise in his voice turning to slight horror.
„Rufus, *what* did you do?!“ T repeated more, breathing harder now, whistling. Rufus shrugged, horrified. „The cake! What did you put in the cake?!“
Rufus blushed slightly, licking the inside of his elbow to remember the taste. He shrugged again, smiling. „I don't know, the cook...“
T was completely red now, fighting for air. „I'm allergic to nuts...“
„What do you *mean* you're allergic to nuts?!“
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I HATE YOU GUYS!
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That's why there are still innitials. Just in case. XD
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*smacks head against wall*
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Idiots.