...Tough crowd. I'll just... fade away again if that's all right with y'all. I'll find another forum to help me with that last batch.
You need to be patient and keep posting your work, is all. Certain people are well recognized here because they kept on posting and made a name for yourself. If you keep it up, people will notice you and start reading what you write. You don't have to fade away unless it's something you want to do.
EDIT: Pageclaim for being recognized for what you write!
You need to be patient and keep posting your work, is all. Certain people are well recognized here because they kept on posting and made a name for yourself. If you keep it up, people will notice you and start reading what you write. You don't have to fade away unless it's something you want to do.
EDIT: Pageclaim for being recognized for what you write!
The thing is, he only posts ideas and generally says "don't comment" or stuff like that, then runs away when people do reply. I think people just got sick of it
On the topic of niches: I'd say that mine would have to be my ability to pull off the unlikely, such as my current MGLN/Pride and Prejudice crossover, and my crack attempt at a MGLN version of BBC's Top Gear.
* whistles innocently *
On the topic of relationships: I can't really say much myself, given that my dating experience is fairly limited, but I do know that it takes time to build up, which is something that I'm looking for in a good romance story. Looking back on my personal life, I suppose my first girlfriend and I did rush into things, which is a mistake I'm not going to make again. Anyway, as for what makes a good romance story, to me, it's about the build-up, and not the actual pairing itself.
On 00-Raiser: Nah, we don't hate you - that's the job of those who avoid the AS Nanoha FFT.
* chucks a six-pack of beer at 00-Raiser's direction *
On the subject of harems and who's doing who and what now...: Are there any forms that I need to fill when applying for a position in RB's harem? Furthermore, assuming I can't get into said harem, what does it take to get my own?
@ DKN117: I give up. Taking into account my previous response to you, you have 9 posts left within which you are to actually write something.
The thing is, he only posts ideas and generally says "don't comment" or stuff like that, then runs away when people do reply. I think people just got sick of it
I'm trying to get over my former dislike of what he did when he first posted here and I'm trying to be supportive, Satashi, don't distract me.
I want to apologise again if I offended anyone with my earlier comments. I didn't mean to imply anything bad, but when it comes to touchy subjects like this, it's hard to word things properly...
Anyways, the original question I was addressing was RB wondering why no one thought of ViCia before. I merely stating why I personally would have never considered Lutecia a possible partner for Vivio (before I learned of RB's fics). But like I said before, I'm sure RB did a great job developing those two as an item, and if I did read it I could become a believer too.
Anyways, so far as Christmas fics go, I don't really have any ideas. Unless some one would like to see something specific from me, I doubt I'll write anything for the holiday.
And being recognised for what you write? I'm still known as the greatest troll of the fandom! Sorry Gafgar, but I doubt you'll ever reach my level of trolldom
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* chucks a six-pack of beer at 00-Raiser's direction *
*Tosses it back* I appreciate the sentiment, but I don't drink. I take pride in the fact that a drop of alcohol has never touched my lips
I'm trying to get over my former dislike of what he did when he first posted here and I'm trying to be supportive, Satashi, don't distract me.
Sorry, but 10th time isn't a charm for me. there are those who get better and those who don't. Speaking of ones who do:
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Anyways, so far as Christmas fics go, I don't really have any ideas. Unless some one would like to see something specific from me, I doubt I'll write anything for the holiday.
And being recognised for what you write? I'm still known as the greatest troll of the fandom! Sorry Gafgar, but I doubt you'll never reach my level of trolldom
I wanna see a very Vivio Christmas from you :3
I don't think you're really a "troll", at least not here. you messed up in the past but got lots better. Me, being one of the firsts to call you on it, saying so should mean a lot. Specially since I left you a review(I've left like........15 in my career), it shows how much I really disliked you then. But now, hey, you're pretty nice person and I like your Vivio/yuuno stuffs so I say keep at it.
Verossa sighed and rubbed his eyes, taking a gulp of coffee from his mug and leaning back in his chair. He'd been keeping an eye on Miyuki's vitals in the hospital, monitoring her health as a favor to Shamal and Hayate.
For two reasons.
The first was for their theories about the device that had been used to injure Miyuki in the first place; what kind of effect it had on the body, how it worked and what made it stop.
The second was because Shamal would kill him if Miyuki died for this.
Still, death might actually be preferable to seeing a sad look on Shamal's face along with a disappointed look on Hayate's face.
That last bit gave him the shivers just thinking about it. Sighing softly, he shook his head and sat down next to Miyuki and chuckled softly. "You're lucky. You knew who you wanted and went right for her." Idly, he wondered...
No, best not let those thoughts surface. If it was going to happen, it would happen.
Verossa glanced briefly at Miyuki, but if the woman could hear him as he spoke she gave no sign of it. For all intents and purposes she appeared to be sleeping; her breathing was even, her heartbeat steady. The only real blot on her monitor was the steadily receding wound within her body, but the damage was fading every day and she should be waking up soon.
Verossa didn't think it would be that easy. Someone who had gone through the pains of developing a bullet this strong wouldn't just let the damage fade without one last attempt at the subject's life.
"Great, now I'm paranoid." Verossa chuckled. "With my luck, someone's going to walk out of a swirling black and white portal right next to me, cold-cock me upside the head and then try to kill Miyuki before we can respond."
He stopped for a moment and turned to look around the room, moving so that his back was to a wall, just to be safe.
On the bed, Miyuki whimpered softly as a small shudder ran through her body. On the monitor the damage, under influence of healing magic, abruptly stopped fading. It got no larger but simply stayed there, almost throbbing on the screen like a sick heartbeat.
Tension crept into Miyuki's body, and she whimpered again.
"Ah great..." Verossa muttered and put a call to the nurse to come in. He didn't know what he was seeing, exactly, but he definitely didn't want to try something and cause Miyuki to get worse.
The nurse was quick to come in and only took a few seconds to check Miyuki's vitals before she scowled. "Dammit..."
"What is it? What's wrong?" Verossa asked.
"It's fighting the influence of the healing magic. Damn thing's trying to break a seal, I think."
"Can't you just pour more magic into it?"
The nurse smirked grimly. "She's a normal human. Her body wouldn't be able to handle that."
"What a time for being a normal human to be a hindrance." Verossa muttered as more nurses started to come into the room.
"Sir, step back, please?" One nurse said as Verossa was pushed away from the bed.
"No problem." Verossa grimaced. "I need to make a call."
---
Hayate was on her way to pulling off another spectacular all nighter in her office when the holoscreen popped up at her shoulder. She didn't even look at it, so busy was she studying their theories and comments on the devices. "Yeah, I'm here."
"It's Miyuki," Verossa said. "The damage is trying to trigger another seal so it can expand."
Sighing, she turned to look at him seriously. "How bad?"
"Started not too long ago, the nurses are working on it right now."
Turning off her work station, Hayate got up and grabbed her coat. "Those nurses aren't able to handle the delicate natures on their own, get some doctors in there, fast, I'll be down with Shamal soon!" She yelled as she ran out of the building.
Verossa nodded, then closed the screen.
---
Shamal groaned as she heard a loud pounding on her door, blinking sleepily. Sighing softly, she released her tight grip on Miyuki's pillow and sat up in the bed, reaching over to flick the light on before climbing out.
"I'm coming!" she called when the pounding went off again.
Rubbing her eyes, she looked through the peek hole before opening the door. "Hayate? What brings you here so late?"
"It's Miyuki," Hayate said. "Apparently the damage reached a point where it's trying to make one last kick and is setting off some kind of seal, fighting the healing magic."
Shamal's face went ashen at hearing that. "But... She was there... For only two days."
"I know, Rossa just called me." Hayate hated that look. "Get dressed, we'll go there and I'll get Rein to meet us there if needed."
Hayate didn't understand how it worked, exactly; what it was that had triggered the magic to begin to try breaking a seal, to fight against the people who were trying to save Miyuki, but...
She blinked as a holoscreen popped up again. "Rossa? I'm getting Shamal, what's going on?"
"The seal broke."
"...Please tell me that you're joking, Rossa." Hayate said as she looked into Shamal's apartment. "Please, for the love of everything that you and Carim believe in, tell me that you're just joking."
"Not joking," Verossa said weakly. "I wish I was, but I'm not joking. The doctor managed to slow down the spread of the damage, but it isn't looking good right now. One of the nurses wants to take the risk of flooding Miyuki's body with healing magic."
"But... She can't handle that." Hayate's eyes were wide as Verossa nodded at her.
"They know. But it's either that or she dies anyway. She might have a chance to survive this way at least."
"But..."
"Hayate, there's no other chance right now." Verossa frowned. "Believe me, I don't like it either, but it's all they can do for her."
"Alright. We'll be there soon." Hayate nodded to him.
Verossa nodded, then the holoscreen closed again. Taking a quiet breath, Hayate sighed and stepped into Shamal's apartment, knowing the blond was still getting ready. "Uh, Shamal?" she called.
"Yeah?" Shamal said as she walked back out, dressed casually. "What's wrong?" She knew something was up when she saw Hayate's face.
Hayate took a deep breath. "Miyuki got worse. They're going to see if flooding her body with healing magic can at least slow the spread of the damage."
"But... But that..." Shamal stuttered, before clamming up and grabbing her shoes and running out, Hayate following a moment later.
It was too bad about the no-flight laws in effect. It would have made getting to the hospital much faster.
Hayate made sure to stay behind Shamal. When the blond reached the hospital, she knew all hell was going to break loose.
---
Verossa looked up from the door as he saw Shamal and Hayate running his way. "Hey." He called to them, waving them over to him. "Miyuki's in the room." He had to move to stop Shamal from moving towards the room. "What are you doing?"
"I'm..."
"Shamal, stop." Hayate spoke up, getting the blond to blink and turn to her. "Yes, I know you're a doctor, a dammed good one, but you're letting your emotions blind your thinking. Miyuki... She doesn't need that. If you go in there, you'll cause a tense situation to get worse, Shamal."
"I..." Shamal twitched, inching towards the door when she felt Verossa put a hand on her shoulder to stop her. "I just want to help."
"You came a little late for that," a nurse muttered, stepping out of the room and slamming the door behind her. There was no mistake; it was the same nurse who had flirted with Miyuki at her first appointment. "Her body's already been flooded with healing magic, as much as it can handle." She gave Shamal a look. "You'd just make things worse."
Verossa shook his head as the door opened again, a doctor, covered in a slight sheen of sweat, walked out and looked at the small group. "Might I speak with you?" He asked Verossa, who nodded and looked at Hayate, who followed him down the hallway a bit.
Shamal looked at the nurse pleadingly. "Please tell me that she'll live."
The nurse took a deep breath.
---
While the nurse explained Miyuki's condition, the doctor was telling Verossa and Hayate what he saw. "What I saw, well... From what little I can figure out, it was designed to infect a person's aura directly. If it breaks and goes unnoticed..." The doctor trailed off, shaking his head. "I can't tell you too much more right now. I'll need to look over the scans more thoroughly to get a more accurate idea of what we're dealing with."
Hayate nodded, that made a lot more sense, but still... "Doctor, if that bullet had hit someone with an active magical aura, would the effects be worse or not?"
"I can't tell directly, but if anything, it might have taken longer for the effect to happen, but when it kicked in..." He shook his head. "If it was someone with a decent-sized aura, they might not have lasted long enough to get treated, a gigantic aura? Maybe ten minutes."
Hayate grimaced, well, that wasn't good.
"Of course, I don't know for sure until I get more details of the scans back." The doctor shook his head.
Hayate took a deep breath. "And Miyuki?"
The doctor chuckled quietly. "She's strong, for a normal human. That or just stubborn. She's holding her own, but she'll be incredibly weak after this."
The door opened, and the nurse poked her head in. "Doctor, the treatment is complete and the lady wants to see the patient."
Hayate and Verossa both stood.
---
The sound of soft, ragged panting filled the air as the nurse led the three into Miyuki's room. While still pale, Miyuki was now slick with sweat, trembling and gasping for breath. After a moment, she shuddered and opened her eyes, slowly tilting her head to look at her visitors.
Though weary, her light blue eyes lit up when she saw Shamal, and she laughed breathlessly. "Hi," she said weakly. "Some cold, huh?"
"Yeah." Shamal said, taking Miyuki's hand in her own and squeezing it. "...you nearly died."
"I didn't go into the light," Miyuki joked weakly, then winced and grimaced. "Ow, ow..."
"Nothing, effect of the healing magic on my body..." Miyuki grimaced again and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "Didn't know it would hurt this badly, but apparently my body can't sustain as much magic as they pumped into me."
"But healing magic shouldn't..."
"Side-effect of whatever hit her." One of the nurses said to Shamal. "We got lucky."
Shamal frowned. "Still..."
"Well, that and it's a side-effect of the strain on her body right now." The nurse sighed and glanced at Miyuki. "The magic worked, but not all of it has faded from her system yet."
"Of course..." The nurse looked at Miyuki. "She's still not going anywhere for awhile until we make sure that whatever it is that screwed up her body isn't still laying in wait and trying to make a move."
"Oh, come on," Miyuki groaned. She knew it probably wasn't professional, but she was really ready to go home now. She wanted to be back with Shamal in her own bed, and she didn't like the way that one nurse kept looking at her.
"Nope, you aren't leaving until we're certain nothing's wrong with you." The nurse said in a no-nonsense tone of voice.
"After that last bout of magic you pumped into me, I'm sure I'm fine," Miyuki muttered. Hell, the process of it had practically made her life flash before her eyes.
The nurse crossed her arms and tapped her foot. "If we sent you home, you're likely to die. At least here we have equipment and scanners to keep an eye on you in case you have a relapse."
"Everyone dies eventually," Miyuki grumbled, near the edge of rebelling and just hitchiking home when nobody was checking on her.
"That's an incredibly fatalistic outlook that goes against most people's sense of preservation." The nurse shook her head. "Besides, we wouldn't be doing our job if we just let you go home without actually trying to wouldn't have another relapse."
"Plus I might be upset if I came home and found you on the floor dead." Shamal said, reminding Miyuki that she was still in the room.
Miyuki groaned again and gave Shamal a mock glare, but there was no heat in her eyes before she sighed and shook her head; it hadn't escaped her knowledge that Shamal hadn't even loosened her grip on her hand. "How much longer?" she asked tiredly.
"I have no clue." The nurse said and smirked softly. "However long it takes for your body to recover."
Miyuki grimaced at that and looked at Shamal again. "And you, Shamal?" she asked. "What do you think?"
"I'd rather you recover fully before trying to get out and go home." Shamal said as she squeezed Miyuki's hand.
"Cheater," Miyuki muttered, making Verossa chuckle in the background. "You're saying that because you know you're the only person I can never say no to."
"Maybe." Shamal said with a soft smirk on her face.
"...If... I.. didn't..." Miyuki trailed off as she closed her eyes and slumped on the bed.
"Miyuki!" Shamal gasped and looked at the machines, sighing as they were beeping normally.
The nurse shook her head. "Don't worry, I expected this. She just needs to sleep."
Hayate raised a brow. "Are you sure about that?" she asked; the way Miyuki had slumped had made her heart pound for a minute.
The nurse chuckled and nodded. "Yes, she's perfectly fine. Her body's just battered from the damage trying to spread and the magic we forced into her body, but she's stable for the time being."
Hayate rubbed her forehead lightly. "Well, there's one thing I can say for certain." When no one questioned her, she chuckled softly. "Politics is nowhere near as stressful as my friends are."
Verossa smirked. "Oh, you love us."
"I wouldn't be stressed out if I didn't love you." Amused, Hayate laughed softly and turned back to Shamal. "Shamal, I'm going to head back home and add this information with the database. Do you want a ride back to your apartment or...?"
Sighing, Shamal shook her head. "I'll stay here for now."
"Alright." Hayate nodded to her and left to find the doctor, she needed some information from him before she left.
Verossa smiled briefly at Shamal. "She'll be all right," he said quietly. "She seems strong." With that, he followed Hayate out of the room.
Shamal sighed softly again and turned back to Miyuki, smiling slightly as she squeezed the black-haired woman's hand. "That doesn't stop me from worrying."
---
"Doctor?"
He looked up at Hayate's soft knock. "Ah, General Yagami. You were the one who requested extra monitoring on the Takamachi patient."
Hayate nodded as she and Verossa walked into the room. "Yes. I'll need you to forward me all of your findings when you have them organized of course."
"Of course." The doctor nodded at her. "Mind telling me what caused this though? You seem to have a better idea than I do."
Hayate turned to look at Verossa, who closed the door behind him. "Well..." She turned back to the doctor. "We have reasons to believe that someone's invented a new type of magic and technology. Or at the very least, modified a spell using magic seals and some weapons to severely injure miss Takamachi."
"I see..."
"Unfortunately, without the original weapon that injured her, we can't do too much right now." Hayate sighed heavily. "I'll need your reports to know anything for sure."
"Sounds like you're going in as blind as we are." The doctor sighed as Hayate nodded to him. "What should I look for?"
"Anything that might look like some sort of symbol for a seal, anything that might affect magic auras, anything that resists healing magic."
The doctor shook his head and sighed, rubbing his temples. "If there are any seals working with whatever shot her, we don't know much about them. We only just detected that one seal when it broke and started to fight the influence of the healing magic."
"Just send what you can. If you can get any details on what that seal might have looked like before it broke, that would be perfect."
Nodding, the doctor took a moment to type down some notes on his report before sending it to Hayate's files, causing a holoscreen to open up beside her. "It isn't much, but that's the basic shape of what it looked like before it broke."
"Might be multiple layers to this seal that dissolve after awhile." Verossa muttered as he looked at it. "If this is the last bit..."
"It still gives us something to work with though." Hayate said, a plan coming together. "It may be common, or, if we're lucky, the base of a rare seal symbol that we can use to find out what's going on."
The doctor tapped the image lightly. "From what we can tell off this basic image, it seems our patient has one last seal to break before she's in the clear. It's smaller and weaker than the others, so this next blast isn't going to be as strong as what happened to her this time, but..."
"It's still going to hit her hard," Verossa said with a frown. "She's worn out from the healing magic, so her body's going to be a little weaker."
"True, but it won't be as bad as this wave was. We just need to monitor how much healing magic we put into her body."
Hayate rubbed her forehead and sighed. "Great, just great... Just... Do what you can to help her."
"I wish that the seal was in her body physically instead of attached to her aura, it would make this a lot easier on all of us." The doctor sighed and shook his head. "Sorry I can't be more of a help right now."
"Forgive me, but I'm confused." Verossa cleared his throat. "How does Miyuki even have an aura to begin with? She isn't inclined to magic like her sister."
The doctor chuckled softly. "Everyone has one. There are different types, but everyone has an aura. It's something that you should have learned a long time ago." Seeing Verossa chuckle nervously, he shook his head and smirked softly. "Easy to forget that even normal people have them."
"Yeah." Verossa nodded, it was easy to forget, especially when you considered that Nanoha was Miyuki's sister.
"What are the chances Miyuki will suffer permanent damage from this?" Hayate asked, frowning. The return of her old injury had been unexpected at best, and she knew for the fact that the flood of magical power would weaken the older woman for awhile.
The doctor shook his head slightly. "I don't know. I'd give pretty even odds, right now, that she'll be fine, but things go south and she still pulls through..."
"It could be a lot worse, huh?" Hayate asked, pursing her lips as he nodded at her.
"Her being a normal human with no inclination towards magic makes it much harder for us." The doctor sighed and leaned back in his chair slightly. "Her body can't combat the healing magic with her own Linker Core, or even balance it out, so what we're using right now to cure her could hurt her in the long run."
"If I was more sarcastic, I'd say either "joy" or "fun" right now." Verossa spoke up. "So, doc, what can be done right now?"
The doctor chuckled softly. "Right now? Monitor the damage on her body and try our best to keep it from spreading when that last seal breaks, make sure we don't use too much magic on her body."
Hayate sighed and nodded at him. "Thanks." There wasn't much else that could be done, at least as long as they were there. She got up to leave. "I'll be expecting more reports from you, doctor." Seeing him nod, she smiled and left with Verossa. "For once, I'm glad that Nanoha-chan isn't around right now." She sighed as she and Verossa walked down the hospital's hallways.
Verossa chuckled. "There's still Shamal to consider," he reminded her lightly.
"I know." Hayate nodded and sighed. "...I think I need to go home right now."
"What about..?"
"I'll let Shamal know." Hayate sighed and walked blinking as Verossa grabbed her shoulder and got her to turn. "Rossa?" She flushed slightly as he put the back of his hand on her forehead and then her cheeks.
"...Are you feeling well?"
"Yeah? Why?"
Verossa sighed softly. "Nothing. Just go home and get some rest, Hayate, I'd hate to see you pass out or something because you didn't get enough sleep."
Hayate was still blushing, but at that she pouted. "Mou, Rossa, I'm not a little kid anymore. I get plenty of sleep."
"Sure you do." Amused, Verossa stepped back. "I'll tell Carim what happened."
"Uh..." Hayate swallowed slightly. "Thanks."
---
Shamal hadn't moved since being left behind with Miyuki. Stepping back into the room, Hayate wasn't sure if she was surprised by it or not shocked at all.
"Hey." Shamal said quietly as she looked up. "How'd it go?"
"Pretty well." Hayate sighed softly. "There's a bit more for Miyuki to go through, but the doctors are sure that if they just watch her closely, she'll pull through."
Shamal nodded. "Anything else?"
Hayate hesitated, then sighed. "There's one more seal to break. The damage won't be as bad as it was the last few times, but they need to watch the healing magic."
Shamal hissed softly and squeezed Miyuki's hand. "...Why is this stuff always happening to you, Miyuki? Can't you just live normally?"
Despite the situation and her mood, Hayate laughed softly. "I don't think you want that. Living normally means sending her back to Earth and keeping her away from you."
Shamal chuckled at hearing that. "Okay, that was kind of funny, Hayate. Thank you." She sighed softly and smiled.
Hayate shrugged and smiled. "It's the truth, you know. And I don't think either of you would like the idea of staying apart."
Shamal shook her head. "No, I wouldn't like that." She sighed and looked at Miyuki's sleeping form. "...Is that all you needed to tell me?"
Hayate nodded; after a moment, she gently rested her hand on Shamal's shoulder, squeezing softly. "The doctor thinks that she'll suffer permanent damage from this," she said quietly. She chuckled. "Personally, I think he's underestimating how strong a Takamachi's willpower is."
Shamal chuckled and nodded. "Oh, don't remind me on how stubborn Takamachis can be. Her sister was bad enough. I'm not looking forward to Nanoha's children when they grow older."
"Hey, think of it this way. At least you'll have Nanoha-chan, Miyuki, Shiro-san, and Momoko-san to help you understand how the kids think."
Shamal laughed at that. "It won't be any easier, I think."
Hayate laughed with her. "Might make your life easier if they don't learn how to fight from their grandfather or aunt."
Shamal shook her head. "With my luck, one of them will like martial arts and swordplay and the other one will like magic and explosions and both will end up in the infirmary all the time and be too stubborn to rest like they should."
Hayate glanced quietly at Miyuki. "Hopefully they'll learn to actually say when they're in pain instead of keeping quiet because they don't want anyone to worry."
Miyuki groaned quietly. "I can hear you, Hayate-chan."
"Oh?" Hayate blinked innocently. "I was talking about Nanoha-chan, too."
Miyuki groaned and cracked an eye open. "And my nephews..."
"Them too." Hayate smiled innocently. "Just as a note, if you die and break Shamal's heart, I'll never forgive you."
Miyuki grimaced. "Thanks so much for the words of support."
"Of course." Hayate said, blinking a few times and rubbing her forehead. "Anyway... You just rest and save up your strength."
Miyuki sighed. "I rest better at home. I hate hospitals."
"Sorry, no go." Hayate shook her head. "If something happens to you, it's better that you're at the hospital rather than at home in case something goes wrong."
Miyuki grimaced again and sighed. "I still hate them," she murmured, more to herself than anyone else. She hated being locked up; she hated the smells, the feel; she hated being away from her loved ones; and most of all, she hated the memories it brought back.
Hayate sighed softly. "As soon as you're out of danger, you'll be allowed to go home, I promise."
"Yeah, I know. Sorry. I just hate being locked up like this." Miyuki scowled. "Brings back bad memories."
Shamal sighed softly. "When you were little, huh?"
"Yeah."
Hayate sighed. "Maybe it brings back bad memories, but I don't think you'd enjoy it if your family had to attend your funeral because you died from being home too early, right?"
"I know, I know."
Hayate yawned softly. "Well, I'm going to head home, Shamal, do you..."
"I'll stay here, Hayate." Shamal said, looking up and frowning softly. "You should get some rest. You aren't looking that well."
Chuckling, Hayate nodded. "I'll be fine. I'll get some sleep tonight, otherwise Vita might lynch me when I get home."
Shamal smirked. "Good decision."
Hayate blushed. "Oh, be quiet," she muttered. "I swear, I never get a break from anyone here." She glanced at Shamal. "Same goes for you. Try to get some sleep, okay?"
"I second that," Miyuki muttered, glancing at Shamal with a tired smile.
Shamal nodded and smiled. "Fine, we all need some sleep then."
Hayate nodded. "Yeah."
Miyuki gave Shamal another look. "Which means you need to leave me and go home."
"I know, I know." Shamal groaned softly. "Is it wrong that I miss you?"
"No, but it's better if you get some rest." Miyuki groaned softly.
Shamal sighed. "It doesn't feel right when you aren't there, though."
"I thought you liked sleeping alone," Hayate murmured, both teasing and genuinely surprised by the blond's statement.
"I did. I got used to having someone to cuddle with at night." Shamal chuckled and smiled.
Miyuki winced. "Now you're making me want to go home more than ever." She sighed again; she knew it was impossible, of course, but still. "I'll be home soon enough, you know?"
"I know." Shamal said as she leaned forward to kiss Miyuki on the forehead. "Just get better."
"I will." Miyuki smiled tiredly, grateful that for the moment, Shamal seemed to be all right. "Something like this isn't enough to kill me."
"Nearly did." Shamal chuckled softly. "Just get some sleep, okay?"
"I will." As if to assure her partner, Miyuki yawned right then. It was obvious that despite her bravado she was fading fast, worn out by what had happened.
Shamal nodded and let go of Miyuki's hand. "Okay. I'll be leaving for now. But I'll be back, okay?"
"Yeah." Miyuki nodded and smiled softly.
"I'll drag her out if she changes her mind and doesn't want to leave right now," Hayate added with a smirk.
Miyuki laughed softly. "Thanks for the offer, Hayate-chan."
Sighing as she left the room with Hayate a few minutes later, Shamal looked at her Mistress who was rubbing her forehead lightly. "You okay?"
"Yeah, just a small headache. I'll go get some sleep tonight. You too, okay?"
Shamal gave her mistress a critical look before she nodded; if something was wrong with Hayate, she knew Signum or Vita was more likely to get it out of her than she was. "All right, I will."
Hayate yawned softly and shook her head. "I guess I better get home before I fall asleep where I stand." She said with a soft laugh.
Shamal chuckled. "It's getting late. Vita and Signum are probably wondering where you are, and I bet Zafira's pacing in the hallway waiting for you to return before he goes to sleep."
Hayate nodded and walked off, saying good night as she left the hospital.
Shamal watched her, worried for Hayate for some reason.
After a moment, the blond shook her head, sighed, and headed home to spend another night sleeping alone.
---
"Achoo!" Hayate sniffled as she walked into her house. "Urgh, that didn't feel good." She muttered softly.
"Welcome back," Signum called as Zafira padded down the hall, brushing against Hayate's legs.
"Thanks." Hayate stifled a yawn, lowering a hand to gently rub Zafira's head in greeting. "Where's Vita?"
"She went up to your room to get some sleep. It's late, and she was getting tired."
Hayate blinked as Signum put a hand on her forehead. "Signum?"
"Sorry, you weren't looking too well, I just wanted to make sure you didn't have a fever." The taller woman smiled softly.
Hayate laughed softly. "You too?"
Signum blinked. "Oh?"
"Hmmmm, yes. Shamal also made a comment about how I don't look well." Hayate blinked a few times as she thought back to her day. "Come to think of it, so did Rossa."
"Maybe you aren't feeling well then, Hayate. Get some rest before something goes wrong." Zafira said as Hayate rubbed his head.
Hayate chuckled and gently scratched Zafira behind his ears. "Yes, Papa."
The wolf chuckled at that. "If you get enough sleep, young lady, then you'll have a good surprise when you wake up."
The three of them laughed softly at that.
Hope you enjoyed.
Spoiler for Notes:
I really shouldn't read "Bob and George" while trying to write, it affects my sense of seriousness.
I'm not totally happy with the amount of details in this chapter. (Will be fixed for the FF.Net version)
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My fics Due to certain things, I am not here, find me over on TFF.
*Tosses it back* I appreciate the sentiment, but I don't drink. I take pride in the fact that a drop of alcohol has never touched my lips
Ever heard of non-alcoholic beer? It's actually called a non-alcoholic malt beverage, and they're meant for the Middle-Eastern market, but they do exist. Tastes like beer, sans the actual alcohol.
Quote:
Originally Posted by Satashi
Sorry, but 10th time isn't a charm for me. there are those who get better and those who don't.
I don't think you're really a "troll", at least not here. you messed up in the past but got lots better. Me, being one of the firsts to call you on it, saying so should mean a lot. Specially since I left you a review(I've left like........15 in my career), it shows how much I really disliked you then. But now, hey, you're pretty nice person and I like your Vivio/yuuno stuffs so I say keep at it.
Hm... hopefully a plot line will hit me sometime before the 25th
Well, if you mention my pen name anywhere else on the internet, you'll get many saying how I'm such an awful troll, if only because I write Yuuno related fics. That's what I'm most widely known for. I'm not treated that way here, so this place is my shangri-la and that's precisely why I'm worried about saying something to upset people and get me excommunicated.
As far as Vivio/Yuuno goes, I only have 1 more fic idea to give it some closure and that pairing will be put to bed unless some lightning bolt of inspiration strikes me.
Ahh. It was chilly tonight. The winter weather was definitely setting in, evidenced by the fluffy
precipitation the city of Cranagan was experiencing now. The first snowfall of the season,
enchanting the young and old alike, or annoying with the very not-summer weather.
For one, however, he chose to enjoy this snow by relaxing upon a grassy hill, his arms and legs
splayed out in full appreciation of the season. Even his hair was unkempt, fanning out around his
head. Dressed in his ever-present knight’s coat, he seemed perfectly comfortable. Peaceful,
relaxed, Noland Reiniger almost seemed asleep upon that grassy knoll.
Then someone interrupted him.
“What are you doing?” a voice Noland recognized instantly came from directly above him. Ahh,
Kaon was visiting again.
Had he still vision, he would have noticed Kaon completely wrapped up in a thick wool coat,
scarf, gloves, the whole nine yards in an effort to keep warm. Not that she hated the cold, it’s
just that she liked being bundled up.
“Laying on the ground,” he answered simply.
“I can see that. Why are you laying on the ground?”
“Why not?”
“It’s bloody well snowing, Reiniger. And it’s cold,” Kaon shivered, as if emphasizing her words.
Despite her thick coat, she could still feel the chill piercing through the fabric.
“Belka was colder. Besides, it is too warm to stick. I thought to enjoy this while it lasts.”
“Oh, right. You’re a damn iceman when it comes to this sort of weather.”
“I enjoy the cold, yes. Remember where my first posting was as a Knight? Someone thought it a
punishment, though I found it to be rather nice.”
“With Major General Armstrong? That girl was insane,” the Kaiser’s advisor scoffed. “I don’t
think I’ll ever understand her…”
“And yet, Olivie was named after her, as Armstrong’s service saved the line of the Kaisers many
times.”
“It still doesn’t explain why her base was the goddamn frozen fortress.”
“I admit it was an isolated place, but it did have its advantages. Besides, you know why we had
that base.”
“Whatever. You’re a freak, Reiniger.”
“You are harsh today.”
“Oh really? Since when am I never?”
Noland’s hand came up, palm up and fingers outstretched, “May I see your hand?”
Kaon hesitantly placed her small hand into Noland’s gloved ones.
“What for—AACK!” she cried out as she was pulled off her feet and to the ground, landing
upon the knight’s chest and enveloped by his arms. “H-hey! What are you doing?!”
“You seem cold. Warm up with me.”
The inspector’s face was flooded a brilliant red as she pushed against the knight’s strong hold.
Even the girl’s ears were blushing. “No way! What if someone sees us?”
“Why would it matter?”
A tiny fist thumped against Noland’s chest. “Unlike you, I have a public image to uphold.”
“There is no one around.”
“You’re blind! How can you know that?”
“The silence is strong. We are alone.”
One last push. “I said let me go!”
“No.” ( =ω=)
Unable to struggle against the stronger knight, Kaon gave in to Noland’s demand. Relaxing into
the hold, she rested her head against the knight’s chest, hearing his gentle heartbeat. This… she
could stay like this. Warm. Comfortable. Safe.
Needed.
“Fine. But if I get sick it’s coming out of your paycheck,” she growled out, shifting a bit to be a
little closer.
“I am glad you see things my way,” Noland nodded with a small smile. Mentioning that he didn’t
get paid at all would have ruined the moment.
Ahh. It was chilly tonight. The winter weather was definitely setting in, evidenced by the fluffy
precipitation the city of Cranagan was experiencing now. The first snowfall of the season,
enchanting the young and old alike, or annoying with the very not-summer weather.
For one, however, he chose to enjoy this snow by relaxing upon a grassy hill, his arms and legs
splayed out in full appreciation of the season. Even his hair was unkempt, fanning out around his
head. Dressed in his ever-present knight’s coat, he seemed perfectly comfortable. Peaceful,
relaxed, Noland Reiniger almost seemed asleep upon that grassy knoll.
Then someone interrupted him.
“What are you doing?” a voice Noland recognized instantly came from directly above him. Ahh,
Kaon was visiting again.
Had he still vision, he would have noticed Kaon completely wrapped up in a thick wool coat,
scarf, gloves, the whole nine yards in an effort to keep warm. Not that she hated the cold, it’s
just that she liked being bundled up.
“Laying on the ground,” he answered simply.
“I can see that. Why are you laying on the ground?”
“Why not?”
“It’s bloody well snowing, Reiniger. And it’s cold,” Kaon shivered, as if emphasizing her words.
Despite her thick coat, she could still feel the chill piercing through the fabric.
“Belka was colder. Besides, it is too warm to stick. I thought to enjoy this while it lasts.”
“Oh, right. You’re a damn iceman when it comes to this sort of weather.”
“I enjoy the cold, yes. Remember where my first posting was as a Knight? Someone thought it a
punishment, though I found it to be rather nice.”
“With Major General Armstrong? That girl was insane,” the Kaiser’s advisor scoffed. “I don’t
think I’ll ever understand her…”
“And yet, Olivie was named after her, as Armstrong’s service saved the line of the Kaisers many
times.”
“It still doesn’t explain why her base was the goddamn frozen fortress.”
“I admit it was an isolated place, but it did have its advantages. Besides, you know why we had
that base.”
“Whatever. You’re a freak, Reiniger.”
“You are harsh today.”
“Oh really? Since when am I never?”
Noland’s hand came up, palm up and fingers outstretched, “May I see your hand?”
Kaon hesitantly placed her small hand into Noland’s gloved ones.
“What for—AACK!” she cried out as she was pulled off her feet and to the ground, landing
upon the knight’s chest and enveloped by his arms. “H-hey! What are you doing?!”
“You seem cold. Warm up with me.”
The inspector’s face was flooded a brilliant red as she pushed against the knight’s strong hold.
Even the girl’s ears were blushing. “No way! What if someone sees us?”
“Why would it matter?”
A tiny fist thumped against Noland’s chest. “Unlike you, I have a public image to uphold.”
“There is no one around.”
“You’re blind! How can you know that?”
“The silence is strong. We are alone.”
One last push. “I said let me go!”
“No.” ( =ω=)
Unable to struggle against the stronger knight, Kaon gave in to Noland’s demand. Relaxing into
the hold, she rested her head against the knight’s chest, hearing his gentle heartbeat. This… she
could stay like this. Warm. Comfortable. Safe.
Needed.
“Fine. But if I get sick it’s coming out of your paycheck,” she growled out, shifting a bit to be a
little closer.
“I am glad you see things my way,” Noland nodded with a small smile. Mentioning that he didn’t
get paid at all would have ruined the moment.
Ahh. It was chilly tonight. The winter weather was definitely setting in, evidenced by the fluffy
precipitation the city of Cranagan was experiencing now. The first snowfall of the season,
enchanting the young and old alike, or annoying with the very not-summer weather.
For one, however, he chose to enjoy this snow by relaxing upon a grassy hill, his arms and legs
splayed out in full appreciation of the season. Even his hair was unkempt, fanning out around his
head. Dressed in his ever-present knight’s coat, he seemed perfectly comfortable. Peaceful,
relaxed, Noland Reiniger almost seemed asleep upon that grassy knoll.
Then someone interrupted him.
“What are you doing?” a voice Noland recognized instantly came from directly above him. Ahh,
Kaon was visiting again.
Had he still vision, he would have noticed Kaon completely wrapped up in a thick wool coat,
scarf, gloves, the whole nine yards in an effort to keep warm. Not that she hated the cold, it’s
just that she liked being bundled up.
“Laying on the ground,” he answered simply.
“I can see that. Why are you laying on the ground?”
“Why not?”
“It’s bloody well snowing, Reiniger. And it’s cold,” Kaon shivered, as if emphasizing her words.
Despite her thick coat, she could still feel the chill piercing through the fabric.
“Belka was colder. Besides, it is too warm to stick. I thought to enjoy this while it lasts.”
“Oh, right. You’re a damn iceman when it comes to this sort of weather.”
“I enjoy the cold, yes. Remember where my first posting was as a Knight? Someone thought it a
punishment, though I found it to be rather nice.”
“With Major General Armstrong? That girl was insane,” the Kaiser’s advisor scoffed. “I don’t
think I’ll ever understand her…”
“And yet, Olivie was named after her, as Armstrong’s service saved the line of the Kaisers many
times.”
“It still doesn’t explain why her base was the goddamn frozen fortress.”
“I admit it was an isolated place, but it did have its advantages. Besides, you know why we had
that base.”
“Whatever. You’re a freak, Reiniger.”
“You are harsh today.”
“Oh really? Since when am I never?”
Noland’s hand came up, palm up and fingers outstretched, “May I see your hand?”
Kaon hesitantly placed her small hand into Noland’s gloved ones.
“What for—AACK!” she cried out as she was pulled off her feet and to the ground, landing
upon the knight’s chest and enveloped by his arms. “H-hey! What are you doing?!”
“You seem cold. Warm up with me.”
The inspector’s face was flooded a brilliant red as she pushed against the knight’s strong hold.
Even the girl’s ears were blushing. “No way! What if someone sees us?”
“Why would it matter?”
A tiny fist thumped against Noland’s chest. “Unlike you, I have a public image to uphold.”
“There is no one around.”
“You’re blind! How can you know that?”
“The silence is strong. We are alone.”
One last push. “I said let me go!”
“No.” ( =ω=)
Unable to struggle against the stronger knight, Kaon gave in to Noland’s demand. Relaxing into
the hold, she rested her head against the knight’s chest, hearing his gentle heartbeat. This… she
could stay like this. Warm. Comfortable. Safe.
Needed.
“Fine. But if I get sick it’s coming out of your paycheck,” she growled out, shifting a bit to be a
little closer.
“I am glad you see things my way,” Noland nodded with a small smile. Mentioning that he didn’t
get paid at all would have ruined the moment.
Around them, the snow fell with gentle silence.
The Kaon love is noted and much appreciated. This was a good read, Tempy.
Ahh. It was chilly tonight. The winter weather was definitely setting in, evidenced by the fluffy
precipitation the city of Cranagan was experiencing now. The first snowfall of the season,
enchanting the young and old alike, or annoying with the very not-summer weather.
For one, however, he chose to enjoy this snow by relaxing upon a grassy hill, his arms and legs
splayed out in full appreciation of the season. Even his hair was unkempt, fanning out around his
head. Dressed in his ever-present knight’s coat, he seemed perfectly comfortable. Peaceful,
relaxed, Noland Reiniger almost seemed asleep upon that grassy knoll.
Then someone interrupted him.
“What are you doing?” a voice Noland recognized instantly came from directly above him. Ahh,
Kaon was visiting again.
Had he still vision, he would have noticed Kaon completely wrapped up in a thick wool coat,
scarf, gloves, the whole nine yards in an effort to keep warm. Not that she hated the cold, it’s
just that she liked being bundled up.
“Laying on the ground,” he answered simply.
“I can see that. Why are you laying on the ground?”
“Why not?”
“It’s bloody well snowing, Reiniger. And it’s cold,” Kaon shivered, as if emphasizing her words.
Despite her thick coat, she could still feel the chill piercing through the fabric.
“Belka was colder. Besides, it is too warm to stick. I thought to enjoy this while it lasts.”
“Oh, right. You’re a damn iceman when it comes to this sort of weather.”
“I enjoy the cold, yes. Remember where my first posting was as a Knight? Someone thought it a
punishment, though I found it to be rather nice.”
“With Major General Armstrong? That girl was insane,” the Kaiser’s advisor scoffed. “I don’t
think I’ll ever understand her…”
“And yet, Olivie was named after her, as Armstrong’s service saved the line of the Kaisers many
times.”
“It still doesn’t explain why her base was the goddamn frozen fortress.”
“I admit it was an isolated place, but it did have its advantages. Besides, you know why we had
that base.”
“Whatever. You’re a freak, Reiniger.”
“You are harsh today.”
“Oh really? Since when am I never?”
Noland’s hand came up, palm up and fingers outstretched, “May I see your hand?”
Kaon hesitantly placed her small hand into Noland’s gloved ones.
“What for—AACK!” she cried out as she was pulled off her feet and to the ground, landing
upon the knight’s chest and enveloped by his arms. “H-hey! What are you doing?!”
“You seem cold. Warm up with me.”
The inspector’s face was flooded a brilliant red as she pushed against the knight’s strong hold.
Even the girl’s ears were blushing. “No way! What if someone sees us?”
“Why would it matter?”
A tiny fist thumped against Noland’s chest. “Unlike you, I have a public image to uphold.”
“There is no one around.”
“You’re blind! How can you know that?”
“The silence is strong. We are alone.”
One last push. “I said let me go!”
“No.” ( =ω=)
Unable to struggle against the stronger knight, Kaon gave in to Noland’s demand. Relaxing into
the hold, she rested her head against the knight’s chest, hearing his gentle heartbeat. This… she
could stay like this. Warm. Comfortable. Safe.
Needed.
“Fine. But if I get sick it’s coming out of your paycheck,” she growled out, shifting a bit to be a
little closer.
“I am glad you see things my way,” Noland nodded with a small smile. Mentioning that he didn’t
get paid at all would have ruined the moment.
Around them, the snow fell with gentle silence.
Kaon: ... :,| Excuse me I have something in my eye.
Ahh. It was chilly tonight. The winter weather was definitely setting in, evidenced by the fluffy
precipitation the city of Cranagan was experiencing now. The first snowfall of the season,
enchanting the young and old alike, or annoying with the very not-summer weather.
For one, however, he chose to enjoy this snow by relaxing upon a grassy hill, his arms and legs
splayed out in full appreciation of the season. Even his hair was unkempt, fanning out around his
head. Dressed in his ever-present knight’s coat, he seemed perfectly comfortable. Peaceful,
relaxed, Noland Reiniger almost seemed asleep upon that grassy knoll.
Then someone interrupted him.
“What are you doing?” a voice Noland recognized instantly came from directly above him. Ahh,
Kaon was visiting again.
Had he still vision, he would have noticed Kaon completely wrapped up in a thick wool coat,
scarf, gloves, the whole nine yards in an effort to keep warm. Not that she hated the cold, it’s
just that she liked being bundled up.
“Laying on the ground,” he answered simply.
“I can see that. Why are you laying on the ground?”
“Why not?”
“It’s bloody well snowing, Reiniger. And it’s cold,” Kaon shivered, as if emphasizing her words.
Despite her thick coat, she could still feel the chill piercing through the fabric.
“Belka was colder. Besides, it is too warm to stick. I thought to enjoy this while it lasts.”
“Oh, right. You’re a damn iceman when it comes to this sort of weather.”
“I enjoy the cold, yes. Remember where my first posting was as a Knight? Someone thought it a
punishment, though I found it to be rather nice.”
“With Major General Armstrong? That girl was insane,” the Kaiser’s advisor scoffed. “I don’t
think I’ll ever understand her…”
“And yet, Olivie was named after her, as Armstrong’s service saved the line of the Kaisers many
times.”
“It still doesn’t explain why her base was the goddamn frozen fortress.”
“I admit it was an isolated place, but it did have its advantages. Besides, you know why we had
that base.”
“Whatever. You’re a freak, Reiniger.”
“You are harsh today.”
“Oh really? Since when am I never?”
Noland’s hand came up, palm up and fingers outstretched, “May I see your hand?”
Kaon hesitantly placed her small hand into Noland’s gloved ones.
“What for—AACK!” she cried out as she was pulled off her feet and to the ground, landing
upon the knight’s chest and enveloped by his arms. “H-hey! What are you doing?!”
“You seem cold. Warm up with me.”
The inspector’s face was flooded a brilliant red as she pushed against the knight’s strong hold.
Even the girl’s ears were blushing. “No way! What if someone sees us?”
“Why would it matter?”
A tiny fist thumped against Noland’s chest. “Unlike you, I have a public image to uphold.”
“There is no one around.”
“You’re blind! How can you know that?”
“The silence is strong. We are alone.”
One last push. “I said let me go!”
“No.” ( =ω=)
Unable to struggle against the stronger knight, Kaon gave in to Noland’s demand. Relaxing into
the hold, she rested her head against the knight’s chest, hearing his gentle heartbeat. This… she
could stay like this. Warm. Comfortable. Safe.
Needed.
“Fine. But if I get sick it’s coming out of your paycheck,” she growled out, shifting a bit to be a
little closer.
“I am glad you see things my way,” Noland nodded with a small smile. Mentioning that he didn’t
get paid at all would have ruined the moment.
...I ...I just fucking give up here. I just wanted help in making a few more story ideas. I was genuinely going to start work on the fic with the Fate vs. Precia bit, and just needed some help figuring out what her most likely mindset would be in response to the incident. I was starting work on the first chapter, even! But if you guys aren't gonna give me the last little push I need to get this train rollin', then I might as well close down the station.
If you need help with character mindsets, then you don't understand the characters enough. If you need help with story ideas, then you are not trying hard enough. As said before, we are not here to hold your hand and tell you want to do. If you cannot stand on your own two feet and take that first step, then you will find yourself unable to grow.
Do not blame us for your own problems. You made them, and it's up to you to solve them.
However if you are willing to give up because no one wants to help you think, then perhaps you are better off shutting down.
Go cry elsewhere.
EDIT: Heavy Weapons Guy has a message for you.
Spoiler for what's that Heavy? You have something to say?:
...I ...I just fucking give up here. I just wanted help in making a few more story ideas. I was genuinely going to start work on the fic with the Fate vs. Precia bit, and just needed some help figuring out what her most likely mindset would be in response to the incident. I was starting work on the first chapter, even! But if you guys aren't gonna give me the last little push I need to get this train rollin', then I might as well close down the station.
....
Why do you keep coming back if you aren't willing to do anything? Don't come back here acting like you've changed when you're just doing all the same things over and over again. You don't want to write without someone pushing you? Then you obviously don't want to write, I don't know why you keep coming back here but I feel sorry for everyone who takes the time to help you because I have no clue what exactly you want.
2009-12-05, 22:57
Author
Certain people are well recognized here because they kept on posting and made a name for yourself. If you keep it up, people will notice you and start reading what you write. You don't have to fade away unless it's something you want to do.
