Good News and a Ficlet...
Oct. 24th, 2005 10:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chibi_trillianMy sister's birthday present to me showed up this weekend, meaning that I am at last caught up with Bleach (or at least to Chapter 199).
Damn, I love Hanatarou. I love him almost as much as I love Ishida. I want to give him cookies, hugs, and pep-talks. I'm half-tempted to get a paid account just so I have space for Hanatarou icons.
Which Bleach Vice-Captain are You?
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Sasnak, Destroyer of Worlds, was currently in a bit of an emotional quandary. She was torn between admiration, jealousy, annoyance, extreme concern, and amusement. Why? Because Nahte the Good, her ex-archnemesis, was very, very upset, and was currently having his near-hysterics in her Lair of Evil.
"...And then he tracked mud in on my carpet! MUD, Sasnak! And I have a perfectly good mat in front of the door just for foot-wiping! It EATS mud! It was terribly distraught when he ignored it, and cried for most of the night! He made my doormat cry, Sasnak!"
The admiration was reserved for the man who had caused Nahte's distress, one Noraa the Cruel, Scourge of Nations and Kicker of Puppies. He'd gotten the unnaturally even-tempered Nahte worked up into a froth, something she'd never thought she'd live to see.
The jealousy was because this Noraa was doing a far better job being Nahte's archnemesis than Sasnak ever had. Sasnak had actually given up on Nahte as undefeatable after several years of unsuccessful and extremely unsatisfying attempts to destroy him, and this bastard had Nahte in complete disarray within a week of his official Declaration of Evil Intent.
The annoyance was because Nahte seemed to be under the impression that Sasnak actually cared that this Noraa was the rudest human being ever to suck down air in an offensive and slightly lewd manner, and he would NOT shut up about it.
The extreme concern was because Sasnak wasn't sure the time-space continuum could take the strain of Nahte the Good, he who walked around ants on the sidewalk, he who baked scones for his enemies, he who included Sasnak's entire Army of Death on his Christmas card list, being angry to the point of wanting to cause someone harm and then actually doing so. Sasnak liked her part of the time-space continuum the way it was.
Nahte actually did want to cause some nebulous, ill-defined harm to Noraa, or so he kept screaming between litanies of Noraa's wrongdoings. Unfortunately, his mind seemed to be protecting itself (and the time-space continuum's integrity) by not permitting him to think of specific violence directed at Noraa. He trailed off into sputters whenever he got to that point of his incensed ramblings, and it was obviously frustrating him. Watching him try to be angry was the source of Sasnak's amusement. Nahte, with his floofy white robes and round glasses, always gave off the vague impression of being roly-poly even though he was (as far as Sasnak could tell beneath the robes) actually rather skinny. Watching him flail and pace and shake his fists in what was likely Noraa's general direction while his robes fluffed around him and he made small angry huffing noises between words was making it increasingly difficult for Sasnak to restrain her giggles.
Sasnak was truly not expecting it when Nahte wheeled around after a particular nasty bout of stuttering incoherency and cried, "Help me, Sasnak! Teach me to be m-m-mean!"
Sasnak, caught off guard, laughed in his face. That lead to her distinctive maniacal laughter, which she really hadn't had a chance to exercise in far too long. She finally stopped when Nahte started looking like he was going to cry. His eyes got all shiny and everything, and he looked quite pathetic.
Actually, thought Sasnak in a sudden metaphorical moment, Nahte looked rather like a small fluffy white owl who had been poked with a stick. Repeatedly. He didn't know what to do about the stick-wielder, but he wanted to make the poking stop. Theoretically, Sasnak's inclination should have been to give the stick-wielder a spear and watch the fun, but this time...
This time it was just too damn easy. There would be no challenge in destroying Nahte as he was now, and she did have her pride. She also knew that teaching Nahte to be evil would be like trying to teach her metaphorical owl to swim--unproductive, time-consuming, and likely to kill him. So Sasnak squared her shoulders, adjusted her metal bustier, and said, "You'd suck at being violent. I'll take care of him for you, Nahte."
She was very surprised when Nahte kissed her.
Damn, I love Hanatarou. I love him almost as much as I love Ishida. I want to give him cookies, hugs, and pep-talks. I'm half-tempted to get a paid account just so I have space for Hanatarou icons.
Which Bleach Vice-Captain are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
Sasnak, Destroyer of Worlds, was currently in a bit of an emotional quandary. She was torn between admiration, jealousy, annoyance, extreme concern, and amusement. Why? Because Nahte the Good, her ex-archnemesis, was very, very upset, and was currently having his near-hysterics in her Lair of Evil.
"...And then he tracked mud in on my carpet! MUD, Sasnak! And I have a perfectly good mat in front of the door just for foot-wiping! It EATS mud! It was terribly distraught when he ignored it, and cried for most of the night! He made my doormat cry, Sasnak!"
The admiration was reserved for the man who had caused Nahte's distress, one Noraa the Cruel, Scourge of Nations and Kicker of Puppies. He'd gotten the unnaturally even-tempered Nahte worked up into a froth, something she'd never thought she'd live to see.
The jealousy was because this Noraa was doing a far better job being Nahte's archnemesis than Sasnak ever had. Sasnak had actually given up on Nahte as undefeatable after several years of unsuccessful and extremely unsatisfying attempts to destroy him, and this bastard had Nahte in complete disarray within a week of his official Declaration of Evil Intent.
The annoyance was because Nahte seemed to be under the impression that Sasnak actually cared that this Noraa was the rudest human being ever to suck down air in an offensive and slightly lewd manner, and he would NOT shut up about it.
The extreme concern was because Sasnak wasn't sure the time-space continuum could take the strain of Nahte the Good, he who walked around ants on the sidewalk, he who baked scones for his enemies, he who included Sasnak's entire Army of Death on his Christmas card list, being angry to the point of wanting to cause someone harm and then actually doing so. Sasnak liked her part of the time-space continuum the way it was.
Nahte actually did want to cause some nebulous, ill-defined harm to Noraa, or so he kept screaming between litanies of Noraa's wrongdoings. Unfortunately, his mind seemed to be protecting itself (and the time-space continuum's integrity) by not permitting him to think of specific violence directed at Noraa. He trailed off into sputters whenever he got to that point of his incensed ramblings, and it was obviously frustrating him. Watching him try to be angry was the source of Sasnak's amusement. Nahte, with his floofy white robes and round glasses, always gave off the vague impression of being roly-poly even though he was (as far as Sasnak could tell beneath the robes) actually rather skinny. Watching him flail and pace and shake his fists in what was likely Noraa's general direction while his robes fluffed around him and he made small angry huffing noises between words was making it increasingly difficult for Sasnak to restrain her giggles.
Sasnak was truly not expecting it when Nahte wheeled around after a particular nasty bout of stuttering incoherency and cried, "Help me, Sasnak! Teach me to be m-m-mean!"
Sasnak, caught off guard, laughed in his face. That lead to her distinctive maniacal laughter, which she really hadn't had a chance to exercise in far too long. She finally stopped when Nahte started looking like he was going to cry. His eyes got all shiny and everything, and he looked quite pathetic.
Actually, thought Sasnak in a sudden metaphorical moment, Nahte looked rather like a small fluffy white owl who had been poked with a stick. Repeatedly. He didn't know what to do about the stick-wielder, but he wanted to make the poking stop. Theoretically, Sasnak's inclination should have been to give the stick-wielder a spear and watch the fun, but this time...
This time it was just too damn easy. There would be no challenge in destroying Nahte as he was now, and she did have her pride. She also knew that teaching Nahte to be evil would be like trying to teach her metaphorical owl to swim--unproductive, time-consuming, and likely to kill him. So Sasnak squared her shoulders, adjusted her metal bustier, and said, "You'd suck at being violent. I'll take care of him for you, Nahte."
She was very surprised when Nahte kissed her.
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Date: 2005-10-26 08:36 pm (UTC)It just makes me think though. What would Eol and Eel be like. and of course Haras who I am sure Nahte thinks is an angel.