Writing challange
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narcasseSince I’ve reached 100 Trinity Blood fics at Sunsets, it’s Nuit Blanche, I’m meant to be writing pr0n and we’re into the countdown to International Narsus Month: drabble/ficlet/maybe even something longer requests are open. Prompts such as fandom, character, prop or location are welcome or name a genre, a point in the canonical storyline etc. Crossovers are fine too: I’ll see what I can do with them.
Fandoms I can probably write in at the current time being: Meine Liebe, Trinity Blood, The Matrix, Sherlock Holmes, Yugioh AU, Sunshine, Batman, The Hellbound Heart, Stargate, XXXholic, Greek myth, Saiyuki. There may be more that I’m missing from that list too so try me.
Not limited to one request per player since I’m in the mood to be writing.
Fandoms I can probably write in at the current time being: Meine Liebe, Trinity Blood, The Matrix, Sherlock Holmes, Yugioh AU, Sunshine, Batman, The Hellbound Heart, Stargate, XXXholic, Greek myth, Saiyuki. There may be more that I’m missing from that list too so try me.
Not limited to one request per player since I’m in the mood to be writing.
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Date: 2009-10-03 12:17 pm (UTC)I won't let you ask a second time.
1 - XXXHOLiC, Watanuki, on the difficulties of the process of giving a price to a service.
2- (you should have seen it coming) Trinity Blood; Isaak, William, Sukeyman an cameos of others, the cricket club.
more to come, my mind is quite blank now.
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Date: 2009-10-03 12:19 pm (UTC)1. XXXholic
Date: 2009-10-04 06:27 pm (UTC)He mulls over the idea on and off. Some days he looks into Maru and Moro’s cheerful faces and wonders what value Yūko has given them. They usually tell him that he is looking at them strangely as a result but the idea won’t leave him be. Because if a human wish can be assigned a value then isn’t it true that with humans themselves it can be the same? The idea is more than frightening but not something he can explain. Yūko must know what he’s thinking but she’s not the one he needs to understand. Its crazy but he wants Dōmeki to understand. More than that what Watanuki really wants is for Dōmeki to say something, tell him something, use all his esoteric knowledge to somehow put Watanuki’s fears to rest.
The idea of assigning a value to a human being isn’t the same as the value of a wish but still, in his mind, Watanuki cannot separate the two. But perhaps, just sometimes, the Dimension Witch is kind because when Watanuki is called to bring tea to Yūko and a customer some time after, when the question of value is eating him alive, he finds the situation quite reversed. Yūko sits opposite her customer who is asking her to take something away from him, to stop him feeling the way that he does. Yūko tells him that her price will be something of equal value and the man balks, stating that he’s not certain he wants to sacrifice something of himself. Watanuki watches, he’s seen this sort of situation play out before but then Yūko does something that surprises him: she tells her customer that the thing that he wants her to take from him is something he doesn’t want anyway.
Later Yūko hands Watanuki a small box to put in the storage room. It contains whatever it is that Yūko took from her client and Watanuki realises that whatever it was was only a small thing, a tiny emotion that would have otherwise been thrown away. The man gave away something he didn’t want, something that only the Dimension Witch could use. It strikes Watanuki that he knows nothing else about the man any more than he knows anything else about plenty of Yūko’s customers so he has no right to judge, to assign a value to their lives based on the simple notion of a wish.
Of course months later when he sees Yūko talking to a man with a rotting, half mechanical face who warns her not to wish to see the face of a god for fear of having that wish granted, Watanuki has a whole other set of things to worry about.
Re: 1. XXXholic
Date: 2009-10-05 01:24 pm (UTC)Trinity Blood – the cricket club
Date: 2009-10-05 05:37 pm (UTC)They’d been dividing themselves into two teams with Isaak as the captain of one and William Wordsworth as captain of the other and that’s where the problems had started. Isaak had picked Süleyman on the pretext that someone that well built ought to be able to hit a ball pretty damn far: William had picked Guderian in retaliation and that was how the first argument had started.
Dietrich doesn’t much care which team he’s on because nobody’s even bothered to tell him the rules. He doesn’t know what cricket’s really about and everybody else seems to, even Esther who was demanding to be mid-wicket, whatever that means.
“Why do I even have to play?” He asks aloud as he rounds the corner into the kitchenette.
“You don’t.”
“Huh?” Dietrich blinks a few times at the sight before him.
Radu appears to be preparing drinks in the kitchen, carefully adding lemon slices to the rims of tall glasses of Pimm’s, pausing occasionally to readjust some of the little triangular sandwiches on a platter next to the drinks tray. But that isn’t what stops Dietrich in his tracks: what confuses him so completely that he wonders if he actually stepped through a doorway into Narnia, or possibly more appropriately Oz, is what Radu’s wearing. Gone are the grotty harem pants and far too open shirts, there’s not even a trace of the fashion disaster that is an Imperial uniform, no, today Radu is wearing a pair of ‘sensible shoes’, a pretty floral skirt, a blouse sporting one of those ‘pussy bow’ things and a cardigan. Dietrich’s gaze reaches the long hair held back by an Alice-band before he remembers to breathe again.
He’s about to say something, anything, when Süleyman leans round the doorway. “Darling, how are those drinks coming along?”
“In a minute, you. Don’t be so impatient.” Radu simpers.
And Süleyman vanishes again.
“Wha-“
Radu eyes Dietrich critically. “Are you playing or not?”
“Err… I… don’t want to?” Dietrich phases it like a question out of sheer confusion.
“Better get those cricket whites off before they catch you then.”
“I…”
Radu inclines his head towards another room. “Go put something else on.”
A few minutes later the drinks and sandwiches arrive to quell the bickering players who’ve yet to actually begin a match. Dietrich carries the drinks tray carefully and watches in satisfaction as at least half the players take a lingering look at his legs. Then William starts flirting with him and Isaak starts hissing that he looks like a tart.
Of course by the time the match finishes Dietrich is seriously beginning to consider joining the Vatican verses staying with the Orden just so that he can gloat that Isaak’s prime batter seemed to deliberately get himself out every time he was put up to bat. In fact, now that he thinks about it, Süleyman’s vanishing after being caught out was probably for the same reason that Radu seemed to spend most of the match in the clubhouse. Still, entertainment aside Dietrich is pondering his future, right up until the moment when Isaak manages to knock William out with a cricket bat.
Re: Trinity Blood – the cricket club
Date: 2009-10-06 10:05 am (UTC)Re: Trinity Blood – the cricket club
Date: 2009-10-14 04:00 pm (UTC)Re: Trinity Blood – the cricket club
Date: 2009-10-15 10:48 am (UTC)