once again, it is Friday...
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lavandarlizard2*does a happy dragon dance* Hm... squashed a few slow hamsters... oh well; makes the rest of them step a little more lively. ^__^
I am going to call this a productive week. ^__^ I did five things that needed to be done and they were all much easier than I expected. O.O That's different... And maybe next week will be productive also. ^.o
Now, let's see if I managed to do the cut correctly... O.o I swear some weeks I think I need a minder as much as Farquahar... =p
Hm. The preview seems to think it's okay, but if it pops up an error.... *bleh*
BFB - Part 099b - Sticks and Stones
The demon glared at the Wizards and Magical Creatures in attendance. "Have you quite finished your 'examination', ladies and gentlemen?" he sneered. "If so, I would like to depart from this..." He cast a baleful look at the surrounding buildings. "...this hovel. It offends my aesthetics."
"Yeah, well, you offend my aesthetics," muttered Wufei crossly. It irritated him that Zephyrus had shown up before R&D had found any decent clues, as if the damn demon knew they wouldn't. "Just go, already!" he snapped more loudly. "You flea-bitten, mange-ridden Were-wannabe." He lifted his snout contemptuously and flicked his talons at the demon. "Shoo!"
Zephyrus snarled. "Pathetic little crested skink!"
Wufei lifted off the ground and floated closer to the fox-demon. Nose to snout with the demon, he poked Zephyrus sharply in the sternum. "Get. Lost."
Behind him, Q snickered faintly. The demon and the Were-Dragon could be immensely entertaining, but really, now was not the time.
"Wufei," he said instead. "I believe Zephyrus will be going. Please save your indignation for the next time."
"In other words," smirked the elegant demon, "Heel, boy!"
Wufei's frills and spines lifted ominously and he hissed, baring his sharp teeth.
"Zephyrus!" snapped Q, tiring of the sparring. "You came to us; we did not go to you."
Zephyrus huffed indignantly and swirled his cloak around his shoulders with a theatrical flourish. He turned and snarled at his 'cousin'. "Come on, you miserable, useless, pathetic excuse for a demon! We're leaving! And when we get back —" he threatened.
Farquahar cringed, but shuffled toward his fox-demon kin, head hanging and paws twisting together fearfully.
Duo had been quiet, as Q had asked, telling himself that this was a demon thing and none of his business, but Zephyrus' autocratic attitude just stomped soundly on every damn button he had. He tossed his soda over his shoulder, already in motion. "Fuck you!" he snarled at Zephyrus. "Fuck you and your whole motherfucking attitude, you pissant son-of-a-bitch!" He strode toward the startled demons. "He is *not* your damn property! You do *not* fucking *own* him and you are not going to bloody-fucking-well treat him like he's nothing but *dirt*!"
The Wizards and Magical Creatures blinked as one.
Farquahar's jaw dropped and his eyes bugged out even further.
Zephyrus began to color alarmingly.
Duo was in his face in a few strides, snarling up at the demon like a rabid wolverine.
"How dare you treat him like that, you jerk! He is *family*! You don't treat family like shit! You may not like him, but that doesn't give you the right to abuse and harass him!"
"He is a blithering idiot!" Zephyrus yelled apoplectically. "He is a damned embarrassment and a lousy pain in the ass to everyone who knows him! He creates nothing but trouble for me and everyone else in my Clan!"
"He's *still* FAMILY!" Duo roared. "And you DO NOT treat *family* like *nothing*! You don't yell at them or blame them for things they can't control, and you don't fucking throw them away like garbage when you're tired of them, you stinking damn *fuckwit*! You are not going to beat up on him just because he's not up to your blasted bloody standards!"
"What the hell do you know about it?! He tried to *kill* you, you idiot Banshee! Why are you defending him?!"
"Because somebody has to! If you don't want him around, then leave him the fuck alone and stay away from him! And *he* didn't try to kill me; the bloody spell *made* him try to kill me! You don't even *care* about that! You don't even give a damn that someone was controlling him!"
"He's *weak*! That makes him useless! He is a pox on the whole Clan!"
Duo stared at the demon, all those old whispers in the back of his head. Strange. Odd. Different. Embarrassing. Worthless. Cast out....
He began to shake. This is a demon! It is... not... the same. Not. The. Same.
Worthless. Embarrassment. Different. ...differentdifferentdifferent...
Arms came up and wrapped around his head even as the wordless howl erupted from his throat. A spherical portion of air around the demon wavered; collapsed. Zephyrus gasped, clutched at his throat, unable to breath. Duo grabbed his neck, lifting the much larger demon right off his feet, and shook him like a rat.
"HE'S FAMILY!"
"Duo!" cried Q, finally breaking the shocked silence. "Duo, let go of him," he commanded softly, approaching the Banshee carefully. "You've made your point. I'm sure Zephyrus is willing to rethink his position. Let him go, Duo; you don't want to kill him..."
Duo shuddered, blinked and realised what he was doing. He let go of Zephyrus with a whimper, and stumbled back from the now-gasping demon.
"Oh... shit..." he breathed.
Trowa suddenly lunged at the Banshee, throwing himself in the most powerful, most desperate leap his Were-Puma muscles could manage. He still missed. He sprawled hard on the spot where Duo had been a split second after the Banshee vanished.
Q blinked at the now-vacant-of-Banshee spot. "Well, crap..." he muttered under his breath. He turned to the half-strangled demon. "Heero will be arriving momentarily, Zephyrus; I think it would be best if you were not here. He will not be... pleased."
I am going to call this a productive week. ^__^ I did five things that needed to be done and they were all much easier than I expected. O.O That's different... And maybe next week will be productive also. ^.o
Now, let's see if I managed to do the cut correctly... O.o I swear some weeks I think I need a minder as much as Farquahar... =p
Hm. The preview seems to think it's okay, but if it pops up an error.... *bleh*
BFB - Part 099b - Sticks and Stones
The demon glared at the Wizards and Magical Creatures in attendance. "Have you quite finished your 'examination', ladies and gentlemen?" he sneered. "If so, I would like to depart from this..." He cast a baleful look at the surrounding buildings. "...this hovel. It offends my aesthetics."
"Yeah, well, you offend my aesthetics," muttered Wufei crossly. It irritated him that Zephyrus had shown up before R&D had found any decent clues, as if the damn demon knew they wouldn't. "Just go, already!" he snapped more loudly. "You flea-bitten, mange-ridden Were-wannabe." He lifted his snout contemptuously and flicked his talons at the demon. "Shoo!"
Zephyrus snarled. "Pathetic little crested skink!"
Wufei lifted off the ground and floated closer to the fox-demon. Nose to snout with the demon, he poked Zephyrus sharply in the sternum. "Get. Lost."
Behind him, Q snickered faintly. The demon and the Were-Dragon could be immensely entertaining, but really, now was not the time.
"Wufei," he said instead. "I believe Zephyrus will be going. Please save your indignation for the next time."
"In other words," smirked the elegant demon, "Heel, boy!"
Wufei's frills and spines lifted ominously and he hissed, baring his sharp teeth.
"Zephyrus!" snapped Q, tiring of the sparring. "You came to us; we did not go to you."
Zephyrus huffed indignantly and swirled his cloak around his shoulders with a theatrical flourish. He turned and snarled at his 'cousin'. "Come on, you miserable, useless, pathetic excuse for a demon! We're leaving! And when we get back —" he threatened.
Farquahar cringed, but shuffled toward his fox-demon kin, head hanging and paws twisting together fearfully.
Duo had been quiet, as Q had asked, telling himself that this was a demon thing and none of his business, but Zephyrus' autocratic attitude just stomped soundly on every damn button he had. He tossed his soda over his shoulder, already in motion. "Fuck you!" he snarled at Zephyrus. "Fuck you and your whole motherfucking attitude, you pissant son-of-a-bitch!" He strode toward the startled demons. "He is *not* your damn property! You do *not* fucking *own* him and you are not going to bloody-fucking-well treat him like he's nothing but *dirt*!"
The Wizards and Magical Creatures blinked as one.
Farquahar's jaw dropped and his eyes bugged out even further.
Zephyrus began to color alarmingly.
Duo was in his face in a few strides, snarling up at the demon like a rabid wolverine.
"How dare you treat him like that, you jerk! He is *family*! You don't treat family like shit! You may not like him, but that doesn't give you the right to abuse and harass him!"
"He is a blithering idiot!" Zephyrus yelled apoplectically. "He is a damned embarrassment and a lousy pain in the ass to everyone who knows him! He creates nothing but trouble for me and everyone else in my Clan!"
"He's *still* FAMILY!" Duo roared. "And you DO NOT treat *family* like *nothing*! You don't yell at them or blame them for things they can't control, and you don't fucking throw them away like garbage when you're tired of them, you stinking damn *fuckwit*! You are not going to beat up on him just because he's not up to your blasted bloody standards!"
"What the hell do you know about it?! He tried to *kill* you, you idiot Banshee! Why are you defending him?!"
"Because somebody has to! If you don't want him around, then leave him the fuck alone and stay away from him! And *he* didn't try to kill me; the bloody spell *made* him try to kill me! You don't even *care* about that! You don't even give a damn that someone was controlling him!"
"He's *weak*! That makes him useless! He is a pox on the whole Clan!"
Duo stared at the demon, all those old whispers in the back of his head. Strange. Odd. Different. Embarrassing. Worthless. Cast out....
He began to shake. This is a demon! It is... not... the same. Not. The. Same.
Worthless. Embarrassment. Different. ...differentdifferentdifferent...
Arms came up and wrapped around his head even as the wordless howl erupted from his throat. A spherical portion of air around the demon wavered; collapsed. Zephyrus gasped, clutched at his throat, unable to breath. Duo grabbed his neck, lifting the much larger demon right off his feet, and shook him like a rat.
"HE'S FAMILY!"
"Duo!" cried Q, finally breaking the shocked silence. "Duo, let go of him," he commanded softly, approaching the Banshee carefully. "You've made your point. I'm sure Zephyrus is willing to rethink his position. Let him go, Duo; you don't want to kill him..."
Duo shuddered, blinked and realised what he was doing. He let go of Zephyrus with a whimper, and stumbled back from the now-gasping demon.
"Oh... shit..." he breathed.
Trowa suddenly lunged at the Banshee, throwing himself in the most powerful, most desperate leap his Were-Puma muscles could manage. He still missed. He sprawled hard on the spot where Duo had been a split second after the Banshee vanished.
Q blinked at the now-vacant-of-Banshee spot. "Well, crap..." he muttered under his breath. He turned to the half-strangled demon. "Heero will be arriving momentarily, Zephyrus; I think it would be best if you were not here. He will not be... pleased."
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Date: 2007-05-12 05:54 pm (UTC)I'm sure there's a rule somewhere about Friday not being allowed to be awful... unless you work in retail. =p Maybe you can sue? ^.o
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