Don't talk to me about life
Aug. 11th, 2007 10:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
keire_keWord to the wise: if you encounter a puddle 12 inches deep, do not drive through it. Engine + water = hardware error.
We watched the Firefly episode "Out of Gas" yesterday, and I am once again suffering from the "who in their right mind made the decision to cancel this" syndrome. To better my mood, and to celebrate Saiyuki #6 finally being released, I set to work on ACB. I thought this part would be shorter than usual, but it turned out it's not. Or at least not much shorter. *grins* You'll see why I wanted to end this chapter where I did.
The way to the terminal was not exactly brightly lit, but at least it was unoccupied, by neither the living nor the dead. Somehow, that made it the most unnerving corridor yet. Gojyo released the breath he didn’t know he was holding when they reached the computer room. It was dominated by a giant screen, a couple of holographic projectors and, along the walls, a number of smaller computer stations. Not one of them was on.
Gojyo would rather die than admit it, but since Sanzo left the two of them alone he’d been a little edgy. Hakkai was good company, better than good, and as someone for whom “accompanying” was a job description he had the authority to state it in a firm voice. Hakkai, however, wasn’t Sanzo. For all the captain’s charms he had a presence about him that, if you were one of his, frightened all else away. It was comforting, especially in huge underground facilities designed to turn otherwise adorable kids into killing machines.
Gojyo didn’t know until now how much he appreciated Sanzo’s “fuck off now” aura.
“You know, I’m almost starting to regret coming here,” he told Hakkai.
“I don’t blame you.”
The main computer flickered into life, bringing with it the lights to the smaller screens. With a soft hum the space was suddenly a little less freaky. Gojyo didn’t relax, but the humming was something of a comfort for anyone who’d spent much of their time onboard a space ship.
“It’s freaky, no offence. I wonder how you managed to last as long as you had.”
“I have a high tolerance for weird,” Hakkai replied. “Of course, it was a lot less creepy when there were people in here.”
“Not if they were anything like you, it wasn’t.” Gojyo really didn’t want to say it, but sometimes his tongue got the better of him.
Hakkai accepted the comment gracefully, if with surprise. “You think I’m creepy?”
“Well, yes. You are. No offence, but even Sanzo is more human than you, sometimes.”
Hakkai took a moment to consider this. “In that case I must commend your tolerance for creepiness.” He smiled at the companion. It was a quiet, pleasant smile, quite unlike his public face. Hakkai surprised himself with how easy it was to show Gojyo that smile.
Gojyo grinned in reply. “I suppose, when you look at it like that…”
“I am quite human, Gojyo,” Hakkai said, turning his face away from the light. Gojyo looked at him and then reached out to turn the doctor’s face.
“I haven’t forgotten,” he said softly. He then turned back to the equipment Sanzo entrusted them with. He sorted the cables in his hand and connected the disc to the palmtop and the palmtop to the mainframe. On the giant screen a friendly font demanded a username and a password. “Here goes nothing,” Gojyo muttered and selected the colourful cracker icon. He touched “run” and watched the icon fill the tiny screen of the palmtop.
The user-friendly face of the mainframe dissolved into million pieces. “Oh, that was pretty literal,” the companion said. They waited a few seconds, then: “I’m hoping it was supposed to happen.” The screen was black now, with strings of random symbols flowing uninterrupted from top to bottom.
Gojyo’s “Now what?” was not particularly encouraging.
xxx.XXX.xxx
It was really starting to get dense in the air around West. Kougaji reloaded his gun and cursed.
“Language,” he heard through the com. Holy fuck, if Yaone was turning patronising, it meant they were in big trouble. “We are in trouble,” she added. No shit, Kougaji thought. The West lurched violently, forcing Kougaji to cling to the railing to keep his balance.
“No, you think?” Jien yelled from the other side of the cargo hold. He and Kougaji were harnessed to the permanent fixtures on both sides of the hold, shooting at anything that showed in the span of the wide-open gate. Yaone was performing her usual miracles in the cockpit, trying to keep the harpoons away from West and let the gunners have a shot every now and then.
“There’s more of them coming, we have to go,” Yaone shouted. “I’m taking us into the clouds!” Through the open door Kougaji saw, instead of the sky, nothing but the ground. He hoped Lirin had something to hold on to in the engine room. Belatedly he wondered whether everything was stowed correctly, including the cat. If not, there would be hours of cleaning to be done and just as many, if not more, of listening to Sanzo grumble.
“We have to wait for Sanzo!”
“You know Sanzo would scalp me if anything happened to the ship,” which was to say Sanzo knew damn well a ship stripped for parts would get them nowhere faster than a ship you had to wait to board, Kougaji translated in his head. “They have enough sense to stay safe on the ground until we get them.” There were a few more curses, all the more disturbing for the otherwise soft voice uttering them, and West performed a most disquieting turn. “Close the hold, now!”
As soon as the cargo hold was airtight, Yaone sent West into a spin. Aerial acrobatics were a sound tactic against the floating scrapyards – the scavengers’ vessels were heavy and hard to maneuver, plus their pilots lost interest quickly. Pursuing a ship capable of running away was outside their expertise. If West managed to reach the clouds, her crew would have found a moderately safe hiding place. Of course they still had to outrun the fleet already on their tail.
“Sanzo?” Kougaji asked the com when he gained his footing. He’d been praying to whoever might be listening that they were not out of range yet. “Do you copy?”
“What?” Sanzo replied, and even the curt word was almost unrecognizable, distorted as it was by static and distance.
“We going into the clouds, there are too many scavengers to hover here.”
Sanzo’s response was a short expletive and a sudden breach of contact. Kougaji stared at the communicator. It’s been a long time since he heard that note in Sanzo’s voice. Coming to think of it, that one time he had had been directly before Sanzo was court-martialed…
Damn.
It wasn’t that Kougaji hoped that whoever was standing in Sanzo’s way deserved it, because he knew they did. Sanzo might have been a mighty prick with a temper like a nitroglycerin tank in direct sunlight, but his heart was in the right place. The place might have been shuttered by titanium panels and encased in ice-cold steel, but it was right. What Kougaji hoped was that this time they would be left with something more than pieces.
Around West, in the cold air high above Galatea, the swarm of awkward, bulky scavenger ships thickened. The stray sunbeams glittered off the spikes and electrical nets, installed in every nook and cranny of the flying traps, designed to pull apart everything worth at least selling for scraps.
The clouds were miles away. Yaone looked at the monitors around her.
“Hold on tight,” she said tersely and flipped the comlink off. She gripped the steer tightly. “Watch me soar,” she whispered to the surrounding ships.
xxx.XXX.xxx
Far below the ground the captain’s communicator managed to cough out its final message before falling completely silent.
Sanzo shoved the device back into his pocket and cursed. As if things couldn’t have been worse. Now there was no way to escape this accursed place, even if everything went according to plan, which it hadn’t. There was a million to one chance of finding a landing spot the scavengers wouldn’t assault as soon as the ship was near, if it was bad enough for Yaone to take West into the clouds.
On the plus side, the show was excellent and Goku was gaining the upper hand. Homura might have had skills surpassing everyone else plus eons of experience, but Goku was- Well, there was no word for who Goku was. He certainly was light-years ahead of the bounty hunter in terms of reaction times and sheer strength. Sanzo once again made a mental note never to fight the monkey. Luckily for him, said monkey seemed most unwilling to fight the captain. He supposed that was a distant nod from a deity of some sort – if they had to have this shit brought upon their heads, it was at least comforting to know that they had someone like Goku on their side.
Nevertheless, Sanzo almost winced when the monkey landed a hit that sent Homura onto the floor, head first. He’d never had much sympathy for the bounty hunters, or for people who tried to shoot him. The flinch, he suspected, was a natural human reaction to seeing a fellow human break a couple of ribs and dislocate a shoulder.
He followed the fighters through the dark corridors, taking care to remain outside the immediate danger zone and wondered (once he stopped cursing Goku for not giving him a clear enough shot, but the monkey was moving entirely too fast to risk it), not for the first time since the fight started, what was the point.
Sanzo knew, and if Homura survived half of what the stories suggested he had, he must have known it too: there was no way he could win this fight. Against any man or woman in the galaxy, even Sanzo himself (who was, a lifetime ago, considered the best fighter in UE), Homura would probably emerge from the fray as the winner. But here and now Goku was setting a standard that should be impossible to achieve.
And yet, even though that simple truth was plain as the light of day, there was no trace of worry on Homura’s face. There was intense focus and pain, cause by the injuries, but nothing even remotely resembling fear.
Homura collected himself from the floor in time to avoid a punch and a roundhouse kick. Goku let him have no time to catch his breath before following through with a punch to the solar plexus, which Homura managed to avoid only by a backward roll.
Sanzo didn’t know how much time had passed since Hakkai uttered the triggering phrase – and the good doctor was going to be grilled for it, afterwards. Unique procedures my ass, Sanzo fumed. But this had to wait. Right now Goku threw Homura into a wall, and by the sound the collision made Sanzo could tell the hit was forceful enough to knock a normal person out. Nevertheless, Homura righted himself, even though his movements suggested he was in much pain, and looked straight at Goku. He wasn’t smiling anymore.
Goku – and Sanzo was grateful he couldn’t see his face – was at Homura’s side in no time at all. It only took a few punches and Homura was flying through the air again, landing on his side with a barely concealed grunt of pain. Goku stood above him, poised to deliver a killing blow, when suddenly the bounty hunter looked up.
“Aliquam augue. Aenean quis pede at ante facilisis elementum,” he said, carefully enunciating the words around the blood Sanzo could see trickling from his mouth. Sanzo looked to Goku and watched as the monkey shivered violently. For a few seconds he stood swaying, until another bout of tremors forced him to his knees. One of his hands came up to his chest, clutching desperately at the fabric over his heart, until finally he toppled over and stilled. His eyelids were still fluttering, but that was the only part of him that moved.
Sanzo, who was inching closer ever since Homura fell, managed to get within two yards. Homura remained ignorant of his presence, too pained to worry about anything but his immediate opponent. He got to his feet slowly, never taking his eyes off Goku. He withdrew a small gun from his hip holster and steadied his hand.
“It seems the old men were right, for once. Something like you should not exist,” he said taking aim. Goku’s eyes, fixed on the muzzle, closed slowly.
Sanzo heard the quiet words and, assaulted with the memory of Goku’s warm hair tickling his chin as the kid listened to his heartbeat, seethed inside. This was a test? The fucker thought fighting Goku was a game, that the kid was someone to test his own abilities against? Fuck you, Sanzo thought, bringing his gun up to level the trigger with the bounty hunter’s temple.
There was no way the bullet could miss. Not at this distance.
Sanzo had his gun holstered before the body hit the ground and jumped to Goku’s side. “Wake up!” he growled, slapping the kid. He didn’t stir. “Wake the fuck up, you stupid monkey!”
He fought with his hand as it slid down to Goku’s neck. No need for that, he told himself. Goku would wake up any second now. Sanzo kept repeating the words even as his fingers dug deeply into Goku’s neck, right beside the trachea. He must have missed the pulse the previous time, right?
He tried again and again, kneeling on the cold floor in the almost dark corridors, but still there was no evidence Goku’s heart was pumping blood. Still Goku didn’t breathe.
We watched the Firefly episode "Out of Gas" yesterday, and I am once again suffering from the "who in their right mind made the decision to cancel this" syndrome. To better my mood, and to celebrate Saiyuki #6 finally being released, I set to work on ACB. I thought this part would be shorter than usual, but it turned out it's not. Or at least not much shorter. *grins* You'll see why I wanted to end this chapter where I did.
The way to the terminal was not exactly brightly lit, but at least it was unoccupied, by neither the living nor the dead. Somehow, that made it the most unnerving corridor yet. Gojyo released the breath he didn’t know he was holding when they reached the computer room. It was dominated by a giant screen, a couple of holographic projectors and, along the walls, a number of smaller computer stations. Not one of them was on.
Gojyo would rather die than admit it, but since Sanzo left the two of them alone he’d been a little edgy. Hakkai was good company, better than good, and as someone for whom “accompanying” was a job description he had the authority to state it in a firm voice. Hakkai, however, wasn’t Sanzo. For all the captain’s charms he had a presence about him that, if you were one of his, frightened all else away. It was comforting, especially in huge underground facilities designed to turn otherwise adorable kids into killing machines.
Gojyo didn’t know until now how much he appreciated Sanzo’s “fuck off now” aura.
“You know, I’m almost starting to regret coming here,” he told Hakkai.
“I don’t blame you.”
The main computer flickered into life, bringing with it the lights to the smaller screens. With a soft hum the space was suddenly a little less freaky. Gojyo didn’t relax, but the humming was something of a comfort for anyone who’d spent much of their time onboard a space ship.
“It’s freaky, no offence. I wonder how you managed to last as long as you had.”
“I have a high tolerance for weird,” Hakkai replied. “Of course, it was a lot less creepy when there were people in here.”
“Not if they were anything like you, it wasn’t.” Gojyo really didn’t want to say it, but sometimes his tongue got the better of him.
Hakkai accepted the comment gracefully, if with surprise. “You think I’m creepy?”
“Well, yes. You are. No offence, but even Sanzo is more human than you, sometimes.”
Hakkai took a moment to consider this. “In that case I must commend your tolerance for creepiness.” He smiled at the companion. It was a quiet, pleasant smile, quite unlike his public face. Hakkai surprised himself with how easy it was to show Gojyo that smile.
Gojyo grinned in reply. “I suppose, when you look at it like that…”
“I am quite human, Gojyo,” Hakkai said, turning his face away from the light. Gojyo looked at him and then reached out to turn the doctor’s face.
“I haven’t forgotten,” he said softly. He then turned back to the equipment Sanzo entrusted them with. He sorted the cables in his hand and connected the disc to the palmtop and the palmtop to the mainframe. On the giant screen a friendly font demanded a username and a password. “Here goes nothing,” Gojyo muttered and selected the colourful cracker icon. He touched “run” and watched the icon fill the tiny screen of the palmtop.
The user-friendly face of the mainframe dissolved into million pieces. “Oh, that was pretty literal,” the companion said. They waited a few seconds, then: “I’m hoping it was supposed to happen.” The screen was black now, with strings of random symbols flowing uninterrupted from top to bottom.
Gojyo’s “Now what?” was not particularly encouraging.
xxx.XXX.xxx
It was really starting to get dense in the air around West. Kougaji reloaded his gun and cursed.
“Language,” he heard through the com. Holy fuck, if Yaone was turning patronising, it meant they were in big trouble. “We are in trouble,” she added. No shit, Kougaji thought. The West lurched violently, forcing Kougaji to cling to the railing to keep his balance.
“No, you think?” Jien yelled from the other side of the cargo hold. He and Kougaji were harnessed to the permanent fixtures on both sides of the hold, shooting at anything that showed in the span of the wide-open gate. Yaone was performing her usual miracles in the cockpit, trying to keep the harpoons away from West and let the gunners have a shot every now and then.
“There’s more of them coming, we have to go,” Yaone shouted. “I’m taking us into the clouds!” Through the open door Kougaji saw, instead of the sky, nothing but the ground. He hoped Lirin had something to hold on to in the engine room. Belatedly he wondered whether everything was stowed correctly, including the cat. If not, there would be hours of cleaning to be done and just as many, if not more, of listening to Sanzo grumble.
“We have to wait for Sanzo!”
“You know Sanzo would scalp me if anything happened to the ship,” which was to say Sanzo knew damn well a ship stripped for parts would get them nowhere faster than a ship you had to wait to board, Kougaji translated in his head. “They have enough sense to stay safe on the ground until we get them.” There were a few more curses, all the more disturbing for the otherwise soft voice uttering them, and West performed a most disquieting turn. “Close the hold, now!”
As soon as the cargo hold was airtight, Yaone sent West into a spin. Aerial acrobatics were a sound tactic against the floating scrapyards – the scavengers’ vessels were heavy and hard to maneuver, plus their pilots lost interest quickly. Pursuing a ship capable of running away was outside their expertise. If West managed to reach the clouds, her crew would have found a moderately safe hiding place. Of course they still had to outrun the fleet already on their tail.
“Sanzo?” Kougaji asked the com when he gained his footing. He’d been praying to whoever might be listening that they were not out of range yet. “Do you copy?”
“What?” Sanzo replied, and even the curt word was almost unrecognizable, distorted as it was by static and distance.
“We going into the clouds, there are too many scavengers to hover here.”
Sanzo’s response was a short expletive and a sudden breach of contact. Kougaji stared at the communicator. It’s been a long time since he heard that note in Sanzo’s voice. Coming to think of it, that one time he had had been directly before Sanzo was court-martialed…
Damn.
It wasn’t that Kougaji hoped that whoever was standing in Sanzo’s way deserved it, because he knew they did. Sanzo might have been a mighty prick with a temper like a nitroglycerin tank in direct sunlight, but his heart was in the right place. The place might have been shuttered by titanium panels and encased in ice-cold steel, but it was right. What Kougaji hoped was that this time they would be left with something more than pieces.
Around West, in the cold air high above Galatea, the swarm of awkward, bulky scavenger ships thickened. The stray sunbeams glittered off the spikes and electrical nets, installed in every nook and cranny of the flying traps, designed to pull apart everything worth at least selling for scraps.
The clouds were miles away. Yaone looked at the monitors around her.
“Hold on tight,” she said tersely and flipped the comlink off. She gripped the steer tightly. “Watch me soar,” she whispered to the surrounding ships.
xxx.XXX.xxx
Far below the ground the captain’s communicator managed to cough out its final message before falling completely silent.
Sanzo shoved the device back into his pocket and cursed. As if things couldn’t have been worse. Now there was no way to escape this accursed place, even if everything went according to plan, which it hadn’t. There was a million to one chance of finding a landing spot the scavengers wouldn’t assault as soon as the ship was near, if it was bad enough for Yaone to take West into the clouds.
On the plus side, the show was excellent and Goku was gaining the upper hand. Homura might have had skills surpassing everyone else plus eons of experience, but Goku was- Well, there was no word for who Goku was. He certainly was light-years ahead of the bounty hunter in terms of reaction times and sheer strength. Sanzo once again made a mental note never to fight the monkey. Luckily for him, said monkey seemed most unwilling to fight the captain. He supposed that was a distant nod from a deity of some sort – if they had to have this shit brought upon their heads, it was at least comforting to know that they had someone like Goku on their side.
Nevertheless, Sanzo almost winced when the monkey landed a hit that sent Homura onto the floor, head first. He’d never had much sympathy for the bounty hunters, or for people who tried to shoot him. The flinch, he suspected, was a natural human reaction to seeing a fellow human break a couple of ribs and dislocate a shoulder.
He followed the fighters through the dark corridors, taking care to remain outside the immediate danger zone and wondered (once he stopped cursing Goku for not giving him a clear enough shot, but the monkey was moving entirely too fast to risk it), not for the first time since the fight started, what was the point.
Sanzo knew, and if Homura survived half of what the stories suggested he had, he must have known it too: there was no way he could win this fight. Against any man or woman in the galaxy, even Sanzo himself (who was, a lifetime ago, considered the best fighter in UE), Homura would probably emerge from the fray as the winner. But here and now Goku was setting a standard that should be impossible to achieve.
And yet, even though that simple truth was plain as the light of day, there was no trace of worry on Homura’s face. There was intense focus and pain, cause by the injuries, but nothing even remotely resembling fear.
Homura collected himself from the floor in time to avoid a punch and a roundhouse kick. Goku let him have no time to catch his breath before following through with a punch to the solar plexus, which Homura managed to avoid only by a backward roll.
Sanzo didn’t know how much time had passed since Hakkai uttered the triggering phrase – and the good doctor was going to be grilled for it, afterwards. Unique procedures my ass, Sanzo fumed. But this had to wait. Right now Goku threw Homura into a wall, and by the sound the collision made Sanzo could tell the hit was forceful enough to knock a normal person out. Nevertheless, Homura righted himself, even though his movements suggested he was in much pain, and looked straight at Goku. He wasn’t smiling anymore.
Goku – and Sanzo was grateful he couldn’t see his face – was at Homura’s side in no time at all. It only took a few punches and Homura was flying through the air again, landing on his side with a barely concealed grunt of pain. Goku stood above him, poised to deliver a killing blow, when suddenly the bounty hunter looked up.
“Aliquam augue. Aenean quis pede at ante facilisis elementum,” he said, carefully enunciating the words around the blood Sanzo could see trickling from his mouth. Sanzo looked to Goku and watched as the monkey shivered violently. For a few seconds he stood swaying, until another bout of tremors forced him to his knees. One of his hands came up to his chest, clutching desperately at the fabric over his heart, until finally he toppled over and stilled. His eyelids were still fluttering, but that was the only part of him that moved.
Sanzo, who was inching closer ever since Homura fell, managed to get within two yards. Homura remained ignorant of his presence, too pained to worry about anything but his immediate opponent. He got to his feet slowly, never taking his eyes off Goku. He withdrew a small gun from his hip holster and steadied his hand.
“It seems the old men were right, for once. Something like you should not exist,” he said taking aim. Goku’s eyes, fixed on the muzzle, closed slowly.
Sanzo heard the quiet words and, assaulted with the memory of Goku’s warm hair tickling his chin as the kid listened to his heartbeat, seethed inside. This was a test? The fucker thought fighting Goku was a game, that the kid was someone to test his own abilities against? Fuck you, Sanzo thought, bringing his gun up to level the trigger with the bounty hunter’s temple.
There was no way the bullet could miss. Not at this distance.
Sanzo had his gun holstered before the body hit the ground and jumped to Goku’s side. “Wake up!” he growled, slapping the kid. He didn’t stir. “Wake the fuck up, you stupid monkey!”
He fought with his hand as it slid down to Goku’s neck. No need for that, he told himself. Goku would wake up any second now. Sanzo kept repeating the words even as his fingers dug deeply into Goku’s neck, right beside the trachea. He must have missed the pulse the previous time, right?
He tried again and again, kneeling on the cold floor in the almost dark corridors, but still there was no evidence Goku’s heart was pumping blood. Still Goku didn’t breathe.
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Date: 2007-08-11 09:33 pm (UTC)For all the captain’s charms he had a presence about him that, if you were one of his, frightened all else away.
I love how you turn a phrase. That is one of the most accurate descriptions of Sanzo I've ever read.
“I have a high tolerance for weird,” Hakkai replied.
*rolls eyes* Hakkai, you are one of the defining subjects of weird.
He supposed that was a distant nod from a deity of some sort
Oh, you know she's watching with interest.
Yay! Homura's dead! Wait a minute... Goku's dead. Wah! Goku's dead!
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Date: 2007-08-11 09:51 pm (UTC)*grins* Thank you!
Hakkai does define weird, doesn't he? Weird is so much fun to write!
Ah, Kanzeon. She can't help much, but she will send the occassional blessing. It's the only way she can pay for the 24/7 show.
*evil grin*
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Date: 2007-08-11 10:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-11 10:27 pm (UTC)corpses can be pretty cute, if died young, after allno subject
Date: 2007-08-11 10:32 pm (UTC)*mutter* Better be cute moments. I have ninjas now. Hakkai and Gojyo ninjas.
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Date: 2007-08-11 10:34 pm (UTC)the corpse is still fresh, after all:Pno subject
Date: 2007-08-11 10:37 pm (UTC)Chapter 17? I don't see a chapter 17.
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Date: 2007-08-11 10:48 pm (UTC)It exists! I have a snippet. And a plan! I promise I have a plan.
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Date: 2007-08-11 10:52 pm (UTC)A plan. *raised eyebrow* Is there a small bribe you might accept for hurrying to write the next chapter? The first few pages of the newest of mine? It doesn't want to quit and I'm semi-blaming you for part of it. I don't like Homura, but I'm writing him into a story of mine.
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Date: 2007-08-11 10:59 pm (UTC)There is this bit I was dying to write, so much so in fact I typed it up and then inserted the entirety of this chapter right over it. *grins* But it still lacks the rest of the chapter.
raises a sign saying "bribes welcome"Homura? He is far down the list of my favs, but if he's hitting on Goku in a not-so-subtle way and infuriating Sanzo, I'm all for it!
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Date: 2007-08-11 11:03 pm (UTC)Um... Homura and Goku are in a relationship and Nataku's talking him out of going back because Goku's got a black eye from Homura. I'm trying to keep Sanzo out of the story until later.
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Date: 2007-08-12 06:23 pm (UTC)But is there and gets properly annoyed about the treatment of his monkey, right?
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Date: 2007-08-12 07:55 pm (UTC)I'm trying to keep Sanzo out of the picture until page twenty. I want Goku to have a firm place to stand when he meets Sanzo. Goku has to get over the bad relationship first or when he meets Sanzo, he's going to freak out.
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Date: 2007-08-12 07:59 pm (UTC)I have to say, now I'm really curious. It's rare to see Goku freaking out because of a bad relationship.
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Date: 2007-08-12 08:04 pm (UTC)I don't want to post this one until I'm finished with it and I don't know when that's going to be. I'm sitting on two that I want to post. One of them is a Hakkai and Gojyo piece where they're having relationship problems and the other is a slave fic with Hakkai and Gojyo.
Homura did a mind job on Goku and he's really lucky that Nataku and Gojyo talked him out of going home.
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Date: 2007-08-12 01:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-12 12:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-12 03:24 am (UTC)Hope you have a great day tomorrow!!!
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Date: 2007-08-12 12:39 pm (UTC)Thanks! You too.
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Date: 2007-08-12 08:07 am (UTC)(all this reminds of startrek, with kirk and spock)
i really appreciate the way you've taken the saiyuki characters and trasmuted them into .. spacemen while keeping them somehow in character.
i hope goku isnt really dead (remembers the other scene where goku appears to be dead too).
and i like gojyo as the Companion. it so fits.
and his scene with hakkai is just very suave.
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Date: 2007-08-12 12:49 pm (UTC)I have this thing: whenever I like a universe I will take the characters I am currently in love with and shove them into it.
*pats* Youhold on to that thought. *grins*
Gojyo would make a perfect Companion, wouldn't he? And considering he is living on a boat with a bunch of thugs, the presence of another well-educated person is bound to be welcome. ^______^ Thank you!
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Date: 2007-08-12 05:30 pm (UTC)I squeed. I squeed muchly seeing that you updated this. Gods, I love this story to death! And there's so much going on here!
Knowing you, Goku probably isn't dead, but is going to successfully scare the pants off Sanzo and convince the poor guy to spill his guts in a roundabout way before sitting up and smiling warmly at him. *grins evilly*
Sanzo: Wake up you dumbass ape! *shakes Goku violently before proceeding to launch into a long speech about how he needs him blah blah blah...*
Goku: *sits up* It's okay, Sanzo...I'm not dead. And it's okay now. *smile*
Sanzo: *twitch* You may not be dead yet, but you will be soon. *click*
*giggles*
I did really like the interaction between Gojyo and Hakkai, for sure. ^______^ Nice way to set up potential 58, if that will be in there too. *huggles you*
I still HAVEN'T seen Firefly. I think I'm just going to go rent it from Blockbuster and hope for the best. *puppy eyes*
*HUGS* Great chapter, Keiran-chan!
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Date: 2007-08-12 06:22 pm (UTC)I guess I'm not gonna spoil muh by admitting that's true, am I? :P I have that part written already, so...
XD Poor Goku. He just died and came back to life and now Sanzo's gonna kill him again. *grins* Gojyo and Hakkai are probably gonna develop something, in the background. You know they will. *smile*
*looks stern* Firefly is made of win and awesome. All kinds of win and awesome. You cannot not watch Firefly! I would send you the .avis, but when I bought the DVD set I deleted them to clear some space. Sorry. :(
*huggles* Thanks!
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Date: 2007-08-12 07:02 pm (UTC)See? I know you too well. *grins widely* And I know that part of it is that you like to make your readers gasp and beg and plead... And thus, I can't wait to read it!
Well, you knew it was coming. Sanzo wouldn't actually kill Goku again, but...it was the thought that counted. After all, it is Sanzo's solution to everything: kill it first, ask questions later.
I like your Gojyo/Hakkai interaction, and it always seems to offset the 39 action nicely. ^____^ Of course, the 58ers would say that it was the other way around, but meh. And again, I know you too well. ^___~
I'll do something. I may just go ahead and buy the episodes since I can get the whole season. ^________^ And then we'll be able to fangirl together!
You're welcome!
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Date: 2007-08-12 07:12 pm (UTC)Yeah, I plan on letting you stew for a couple of weeks before posting the next chapter. XD But it always turns out that the chapters with cliffhangers are followed up immediately.
Kill first, ask later usually works out fine. You end up with a number of other problems, but the initial one is gone. *grins*
I find Gojyo/Hakkai too obvious to write about. I felt the same way about Quatre/Trowa in the GW fandom, as I recall. Don't know why it works out that way.
It might be more sensible to get it from Blockbusters first, on the off-chance you won't like it. I doubt it, cause I have yet to meet a person who didn't like Firefly, but still. XD Either way, you've got to watch it. *nodnod*
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Date: 2007-08-13 01:40 am (UTC)Sanzo never thinks about the potential problems! He always does it, then says, "HOSHIT! Maybe I should have thought that through...oh well." *walks off* See? And you're right...eventually it sorts itself out. Eventually. *giggle*
*nods* I don't have a really good handle on the pairing, which is why it usually plays back-up to my 39. Besides, 39 is teh OTP, is it not? And you're right...I can see how you would correlate 58 to 3x4. It makes sense. *nodnod*
If Blockbuster has it. -___-;; See, it would be my luck that they wouldn't. Either that or I need to bother someone I know that has it...and I will watch it. I promise!
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Date: 2007-08-13 09:06 pm (UTC):dance, dance, dance: Homura's dead! Yay! I absolutely hated him in the anime (trying to steal Sanzo's monkey, grrr) and I always rejoice when something bad happens to him in a fic. :3 I sincerely hope that Homura stays dead, too. ::nod, nod::
Excellent ficcage, as always. I enjoyed the conversation on the West and I was worried, for a little while, you'd pull a Josh and kill them. I liked having a little more backstory about Sanzo (i.e. he was court martialed and considered the best fighter in the UE), and my two favorite lines had to be:
For all the captain’s charms he had a presence about him that, if you were one of his, frightened all else away.
and
Gojyo didn’t know until now how much he appreciated Sanzo’s “fuck off now” aura.
For me, that "fuck off now" aura and his grudging protectiveness are two of the main selling points for the character of Sanzo.
Notice I'm not begging you to save Goku...'cause I know that even though you're evilness shines through with the nerve-wracking cliffhangers, you're not so evil that you would deprive Sanzo of his monkey. Are you? ::big, pleading, Goku eyes::
XD
RL
I'm sorry to hear about your vehicular trouble. I hope the damage wasn't too great. Puddles of water can be troublesome when they reach a foot deep.
Farscape is one of those series that I will stop everything I'm doing and watch if I happen to notice it on the TV. I love that series and still have trouble comprehending why they had to cancel it. I mean, Stargate (which I love) with it's recurring plot lines and cheesy dialog, had 10 seasons. Why did they cut Firefly so short?!
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Date: 2007-08-13 09:31 pm (UTC)I'm still thinking about more casualties. :P You'll have to wait and see. I considered adding a flashback for Sanzo's backstory, cause there is one, but it didn't want to fit. Oh well. Thankies - I am rather proud of my Sanzo. ^______^
*grins* Maybe a filler chapter? Before we get to Goku's fate? *evil grin*
It turned out the car is okay - just needed to be dried. It could have been bad, dad managed to drown one car before this, in the exact same way. Luckily, it wasn't.
I think Firefly was just too smart for the average viewer. I mean, come on - every single episode was a great action movie in miniature. It was snarky and sassy and awesome. But of course Fox knows better. *sulks*
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Date: 2007-08-13 10:09 pm (UTC)Hmmm, filler chapter...I'd take it (if it was about Sanzo :P). Well, I'd take it anyway 'cause this fic has become crack for my soul. But, still...'ittle Goku needs luv... :D
I'm glad your car just needed a good drying!
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Date: 2007-08-13 10:18 pm (UTC)Serves Homura right for getting shot in the head! That's what happens when you forget about our
monkcaptain! Poetic justice, that.no subject
Date: 2007-08-14 02:33 pm (UTC)I don't think there will be a filler chapter, even if it is about Sanzo. I might post it later as a side story, but it's so much drama oh noez! I definitely agree, Goku needs luv. Goku needs loads of luv. *huggles the monkey*
^______^
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Date: 2007-09-12 11:48 am (UTC)or at least, what i delude myself the next chapter will be.
i should stop reading fics and get back to work.
*sigh* i have to make a presentation at work.
didnt have time to do it at work, so have to do it at home.
oh dear. i hope you post the next chapter soon.
and, well, sorry you dont know StarTrek.
Really one of the best classic sci-fi shows
not so much with the effects, but the groundbreaking concepts
if i remember right, Kirk and Uhura had the first white man/black woman kiss on primetime tv.
and like Firefly, it was cancelled amidst furious fan protests
and well, according to my yaoi crazy friends, Kirk and Spock was one of the first yaoi couple. On TV yet.
am procrastinating. i should really go back to work.
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Date: 2007-10-11 01:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-26 05:30 pm (UTC)“I am quite human, Gojyo,” Hakkai said, turning his face away from the light. Gojyo looked at him and then reached out to turn the doctor’s face.
“I haven’t forgotten,” he said softly
I could've sworn you would do the tacky thing here and make them have their first kiss... At a moment that is completely and utterly inappropiate and STUPID for it. I comment you for not doing it. Seriously.
But... GOKU!!!! ;_;
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Date: 2008-01-26 08:20 pm (UTC)Ha, I hate tacky romance. I hope I never fall prey to it. ^_______^