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PROMPTCALL
This entry is going to be full of nonsense, because I'm stuck sitting up at my laptop when I should really be asleep, and the only answer for this is fic, and tea, and probably the gouging out of eyeballs tomorrow morning.
Once again, the friendly vampire of insanity has bitten me on the neck, and it's a free-for-all call for anything to do with Final Fantasy VII, Baccano!, Gundam Wing (mostly the Magnificent Bastard people of Wing,aka the Best Friends make for Better Enemies lot), Good Omens, Ocean's Arithmetic 11 (+1/2) and Final Fantasy XII's (Archadians, please). Go!
To spur you/me on, here, have a completely unrelated and far too cracky drabble that my ocha-fuelled brain has produced!
Hapless SOLDIERs (Third Class) A, B and C discuss SOLDIER, First Class
SOLDIER A: Patrolling sucks.
SOLDIER B: We're Third classes, what do you expect?
SOLDIER A: They spend thousands of gil putting us through crappy genetic therapy, and the best they can do is make us walk around Sector 8? At 2 in the morning? On a weekday? While paying us peanuts?
SOLDIER C: That's why everyone tries to become a First. Apparently you get to bring in personal effects and rearrange your schedule however you see fit.
SOLDIER B: The Firsts get to do whatever the hell they want whenever there isn't a call to arms in Wutai. Have you seen the training room after a slow day?
SOLDIER C: What's left of the training room, at least.
SOLDIER A: It's not just the training room. (shifts helmet) Being First suddenly means that you're allowed peripheral vision again. (shifts helmet) Is it any wonder so few SOLDIERS live to see even Second? (shifts helmet) Damn it.
SOLDIER B: If you stop twitching the thing, you might actually get used to it.
SOLDIER A: I don't think I'll ever get used to willingly suffocating myself. While wearing Shinra's really high tech idea of horse blinkers.
SOLDIER C: It keeps you faceless. Makes you more intimidating.
SOLDIER A: (still shifting helmet) Is that why being First is so bloody hard? You have to be like Sephiroth - terrifying even when the damned helmet is off?
SOLDIER B: (mildly) It's even more effective when he smiles.
SOLDIER C: Entire platoons have been motivated into action by Sephiroth smiling.
SOLDIER A: As opposed to the ones who are merely encouraged by Genesis leaving them abandoned at the top of mountain ridges?
SOLDIER B: You're not still bitter about that.
SOLDIER A: As far as I'm concerned, Genesis' idea of a good time is entirely fucked up. I don't know of any other commander who'll take his green platoon out to the Wutai border, pitch them against each other in endless training sessions, and then walk off and leave us to fend for ourselves against an ambush he more or less set up himself. Not to mention that he did this at the height of a bad season - the rebels were practically rabid for our supplies, they fought like goddamned madmen!
SOLDIER C: But you did rack up a lot of experience and a hefty bonus. Genesis brought you all back victorious, and that assault practically laid the path for Sephiroth's B-team advance.
SOLDIER A: SOLDIER has all us pretty screwed in the head if we think that nearly dying is a valuable life experience.
SOLDIER B: It is. You value life a lot more afterwards.
SOLDIER A: You're stationed under Angeal. You have no right to talk about life; for the most part, you guys actually have one.
SOLDIER B: Angeal is probably the sanest of the Firsts, yes.
SOLDIER C: And surprisingly hands-on. I hear he gets to know practically ever new SOLDIER in his platoon, especially when they're on operation.
SOLDIER B: He's taken particularly to that guy from Gongaga.
SOLDIER A: Fair? Zack Fair? The kid who thinks that buying enough gel and wax will help him have hair like Sephiroth?
SOLDIER B: Yeah, Zack. Angeal's training him up for promotion, and doing a pretty good job of it.
SOLDIER A: Does he have to use a leash? Or just he just hit Fair on the nose with a newspaper when the guy yabbers on too much?
SOLDIER B: Angeal's got pretty much infinite patience.
SOLDIER C: He's good friends with Genesis.
(pause)
SOLDIER B: Pretty much infinite patience.
SOLDIER C: Admittedly, Genesis does quote that poem a bit too much.
SOLDIER A: "The gift of the goddess." One day, someone needs to burn all the fucking copies of LOVELESS.
SOLDIER C: I'm not going to be the one picking your remains off the bottom of the Plate, thank you very much. Genesis' temper makes the worst drill sergeant seem like a kitten in comparison.
SOLDIER B: He's not too bad whenever he drops in on Angeal's sessions with us.
SOLDIER A: I think that's just because he finds Angeal very funny. Being merciful is obviously Genesis' idea of a good joke.
SOLDIER B: True. "Pampering them again, Angeal?" (parrots) And that was after we were doing our fifth set of 50 squats in physical.
SOLDIER C: At least the both of you have commanders who are around for more than half the time. Ever since he got made General, Sephiroth's turned up around once every ten missions.
SOLDIER A: What do you expect from the war hero and amazing heartthrob? If he's not too busy fending off armed militants, he's probably trying to wrangle himself free from crowds of women who'd sleep with him on the word go.
SOLDIER C: Are you jealous?
SOLDIER A: (shifts helmet) Why would I be jealous of a man who has incredible amounts of leeway within the Company, apparently no limit to his paycheck, a ridiculously overpowered inventory -- have you seen what Science gives him? -- and almost unwarranted popularity amongst both SOLDIER and the female demographic?
SOLDIER C: (clears throat) I see.
SOLDIER B: That's Shinra for you. There's props for being intelligent and pretty, even if you're nothing more than a army kid.
SOLDIER A: We're highly trained, Mako-infused and elite army kids.
SOLDIER B: We're still pretty much worth the shit on Sephiroth's boots, though.
SOLDIER C: (sighs) Heads up, it's time we got back to HQ.
SOLDIER A: Another night, and another six hours of time killed in the service of Shinra's public protection policy. (yanks off helmet) Free air at last!
[Edit:] The comments are where all the replies are going to go. Right now, we've got:
- Final Fantasy VII characters and their hobbies (Rufus, Sephiroth, Angeal, Tseng)
- Final Fantasy VII characters and their shoes (man, I love you guys and your brains) (Elena, Tseng, Zack)
Promptcall!
Once again, the friendly vampire of insanity has bitten me on the neck, and it's a free-for-all call for anything to do with Final Fantasy VII, Baccano!, Gundam Wing (mostly the Magnificent Bastard people of Wing,
To spur you/me on, here, have a completely unrelated and far too cracky drabble that my ocha-fuelled brain has produced!
Hapless SOLDIERs (Third Class) A, B and C discuss SOLDIER, First Class
SOLDIER A: Patrolling sucks.
SOLDIER B: We're Third classes, what do you expect?
SOLDIER A: They spend thousands of gil putting us through crappy genetic therapy, and the best they can do is make us walk around Sector 8? At 2 in the morning? On a weekday? While paying us peanuts?
SOLDIER C: That's why everyone tries to become a First. Apparently you get to bring in personal effects and rearrange your schedule however you see fit.
SOLDIER B: The Firsts get to do whatever the hell they want whenever there isn't a call to arms in Wutai. Have you seen the training room after a slow day?
SOLDIER C: What's left of the training room, at least.
SOLDIER A: It's not just the training room. (shifts helmet) Being First suddenly means that you're allowed peripheral vision again. (shifts helmet) Is it any wonder so few SOLDIERS live to see even Second? (shifts helmet) Damn it.
SOLDIER B: If you stop twitching the thing, you might actually get used to it.
SOLDIER A: I don't think I'll ever get used to willingly suffocating myself. While wearing Shinra's really high tech idea of horse blinkers.
SOLDIER C: It keeps you faceless. Makes you more intimidating.
SOLDIER A: (still shifting helmet) Is that why being First is so bloody hard? You have to be like Sephiroth - terrifying even when the damned helmet is off?
SOLDIER B: (mildly) It's even more effective when he smiles.
SOLDIER C: Entire platoons have been motivated into action by Sephiroth smiling.
SOLDIER A: As opposed to the ones who are merely encouraged by Genesis leaving them abandoned at the top of mountain ridges?
SOLDIER B: You're not still bitter about that.
SOLDIER A: As far as I'm concerned, Genesis' idea of a good time is entirely fucked up. I don't know of any other commander who'll take his green platoon out to the Wutai border, pitch them against each other in endless training sessions, and then walk off and leave us to fend for ourselves against an ambush he more or less set up himself. Not to mention that he did this at the height of a bad season - the rebels were practically rabid for our supplies, they fought like goddamned madmen!
SOLDIER C: But you did rack up a lot of experience and a hefty bonus. Genesis brought you all back victorious, and that assault practically laid the path for Sephiroth's B-team advance.
SOLDIER A: SOLDIER has all us pretty screwed in the head if we think that nearly dying is a valuable life experience.
SOLDIER B: It is. You value life a lot more afterwards.
SOLDIER A: You're stationed under Angeal. You have no right to talk about life; for the most part, you guys actually have one.
SOLDIER B: Angeal is probably the sanest of the Firsts, yes.
SOLDIER C: And surprisingly hands-on. I hear he gets to know practically ever new SOLDIER in his platoon, especially when they're on operation.
SOLDIER B: He's taken particularly to that guy from Gongaga.
SOLDIER A: Fair? Zack Fair? The kid who thinks that buying enough gel and wax will help him have hair like Sephiroth?
SOLDIER B: Yeah, Zack. Angeal's training him up for promotion, and doing a pretty good job of it.
SOLDIER A: Does he have to use a leash? Or just he just hit Fair on the nose with a newspaper when the guy yabbers on too much?
SOLDIER B: Angeal's got pretty much infinite patience.
SOLDIER C: He's good friends with Genesis.
(pause)
SOLDIER B: Pretty much infinite patience.
SOLDIER C: Admittedly, Genesis does quote that poem a bit too much.
SOLDIER A: "The gift of the goddess." One day, someone needs to burn all the fucking copies of LOVELESS.
SOLDIER C: I'm not going to be the one picking your remains off the bottom of the Plate, thank you very much. Genesis' temper makes the worst drill sergeant seem like a kitten in comparison.
SOLDIER B: He's not too bad whenever he drops in on Angeal's sessions with us.
SOLDIER A: I think that's just because he finds Angeal very funny. Being merciful is obviously Genesis' idea of a good joke.
SOLDIER B: True. "Pampering them again, Angeal?" (parrots) And that was after we were doing our fifth set of 50 squats in physical.
SOLDIER C: At least the both of you have commanders who are around for more than half the time. Ever since he got made General, Sephiroth's turned up around once every ten missions.
SOLDIER A: What do you expect from the war hero and amazing heartthrob? If he's not too busy fending off armed militants, he's probably trying to wrangle himself free from crowds of women who'd sleep with him on the word go.
SOLDIER C: Are you jealous?
SOLDIER A: (shifts helmet) Why would I be jealous of a man who has incredible amounts of leeway within the Company, apparently no limit to his paycheck, a ridiculously overpowered inventory -- have you seen what Science gives him? -- and almost unwarranted popularity amongst both SOLDIER and the female demographic?
SOLDIER C: (clears throat) I see.
SOLDIER B: That's Shinra for you. There's props for being intelligent and pretty, even if you're nothing more than a army kid.
SOLDIER A: We're highly trained, Mako-infused and elite army kids.
SOLDIER B: We're still pretty much worth the shit on Sephiroth's boots, though.
SOLDIER C: (sighs) Heads up, it's time we got back to HQ.
SOLDIER A: Another night, and another six hours of time killed in the service of Shinra's public protection policy. (yanks off helmet) Free air at last!
[Edit:] The comments are where all the replies are going to go. Right now, we've got:
- Final Fantasy VII characters and their hobbies (Rufus, Sephiroth, Angeal, Tseng)
- Final Fantasy VII characters and their shoes (man, I love you guys and your brains) (Elena, Tseng, Zack)
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Re the prompt request. In FFVII, what's everybody's hobbies? Any knitters amongst Shinra's elite? Can someone work magic with standard rations and an open campfire? Any incomes being supplemented by the occasional short story submission?
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-- Hobbies:
Rufus particularly likes training Dark Nation. Sit, stay, roll over, play dead: it's good practice for when he's got to deal with human beings, and at the end of the day the commands are pretty much the same. Just add "please" to the end of some, or substitute "play dead" with a shotgun exit wound.
Sephiroth has perfected the art of the three minute field shower. It doesn't matter where they are or what they're doing: if there's water (stream, creek, dripping tap), he'll be in and out in a hundred and eighty seconds flat. Biologists in the Science department claim that this is an evolutionary skill made necessary by Sephiroth's eternal hair problem.
Angeal cooks worth a damn, because when you live in Banora: apples, apples, apples and more apples . So there's jam, custard, pie, strudel, chutney, juice -- they didn't call it bakaringo just because it was a stupid apple; they called it that because it was a lot more child-friendly than going, "what, those goddamned apples again?"
At some point, Tseng earned additional income by running the streets down in Sector 6. Usually it was a courier job, though when he was almost old enough it turned into things like translation work or even an element of thievery. After that he joined the Turks, and money became as a bad dream.
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One-sided Cissnei/Zack with backgroudn Aerith/Zack. Implications but nothing graphically smutty please. Prompt: Cissnei wants it. Zack doesn't.
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SOLDIER has all us pretty screwed in the head if we think that nearly dying is a valuable life experience.
It does, too. *nods, grinning*
As for a prompt...actually, I'm really curious as to what you'd do with Elena of the Turks. I love what you'd done with Tseng, and I've seen her portrayed so many different ways. So I want to see how you see her. *nods* =D
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As far as requests go, for some reason I want to see what SOLDIERs and Turks are like out shoe shopping. Who's hiding a secret love of platform shoes? Who puts pennies in their loafer slots? Anybody into good strappy sandals?
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(Anonymous) 2008-04-14 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)Tseng and Zack- drawing lines between lines. Cold metal zippers and sharp eyes.
Turks- takeout and pool tables and carrion crows.
-Amanda
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prompts, hey?... other ppl's already seem quite interesting, but if u could spare the time. something with reno (i noe, incorrigible, tat's me :p), or balthier, or reno & balthier, i'm definitely not picky. None who have always been free can understand the terrible fascinating power of the hope of freedom to those who are not free.
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Ooh, Elena. Female characters and I struggle so hard; I don't know why, but it's always fun to try and break the throttlehold. I SHALL SEE.
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Mmm, shoe shopping. Lemme shoot off a few:
Elena: Being a woman and a Turk, according to some sources, is a mutually exclusive thing. This pisses Elena off, but only for the first few months of confusion -- once she got over the internal argument of whether she could be one while being the other while being the disgraced rookie while being apparently less competent than anyone/everyone else, the roundhouse conclusion that Turks don't care solved mostly everything else for her. Outside of the flats that she wore for work - and those were Shinra make, and a good make, too - she was game for anything else: on her days off, it felt good to pull on a pair of strapped sandles and walk leisurely through the better Sectors. Sometimes she'd head into the shops and blow some of her incredibly overinflated paycheck on a pair of designer heels, the curve of the sole a perfect slide against the arch of her feet, and the ones who said that heels paralysed were merely the ones who'd never known how to wear them well.
Tseng: Not a cosmetic man, but you paid attention to detail when you worked for Shinra. The job was 90% capability and 10% appearance-versus-reality: you had to be good at what you did, and then you had to make what you did look better than what the actual nuts-and-bolts action made it up to be. Ergo the suit, which was always pressed and drycleaned, and ergo the shoes, which were leather and laced and expensive as hell. But they let him walk quiet as a ghost, and he could stand in them for hours on end. When they had to be replaced by sturdier boots for rougher areas, even then what peeked out from underneath the black slacks looked sophisticated, deceptively so.
It was almost enjoyable, sometimes, to go out to the shop which Veld had introduced to him years and years ago, and to watch the man take down the measurements and watching the process of the craftsman cutting the leather; like everything else, shoes had to be made to fit.
Zack: Sneakers. He didn't understand the prejudice against them, but maybe this was because he hung around people like Lazard and Sephiroth and Angeal too much. Not exactly the sort of company Zack'd usually keep in a normal environment, but hey, those guys weren't horrible people, they just had very bizarre ideas of what was comfortable and what wasn't. If Sephiroth wanted to strut around half-naked all the time, that was his gig. Lazard had wing-tips and lace-ups and oxfords and god, probably more shoes than most women. Zack? Give him a worn down pair of sneakers brown with dirt and let them run the streets. No blisters, no pain, no problem.
I'll do a few more after lunch. xD
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Reno and Balthier, wow, okay, um, going to go write that now. *DASHES*
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