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chibi_trillianI think I'm living in the wrong time zone by about eight or ten hours, because the only time I'm awake during normal business hours is if I happen to be staying up "late." At least I'm getting to see the snow. Snow!
I'm not doing well recently ficwise, IMHO. It makes the Chibificus make the grumpyface. Anyway, this textblob in particular is largely pointless and plotless except possibly as a character interaction study and is probably boring as hell. I'd have gotten a "Where's the plot?" and an F in Creative Writing for this. But here's your keyword-prompt,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mettathron--I managed to get four pages out of the word "broken" and no plot because I didn't feel like writing utter depression. That's your job, dear. I swear, I'll get working on the tale of why Sanji has no ass soon. Hopefully, it will be more interesting than this crap.
Title: Kind of Stupid
Series: One Piece.
One Piece: Not mine.
Rating: PG-13 for language.
“It’s broken,” Usopp repeated for the fourth time, coming back to his original and still unresolved issue with the situation.
“It’s just a little dented! It’ll be fine!” Zoro said defensively, looking at the…the…the whatever the hell it was. Frankly, he thought it looked less broken now than it had before one of Sanji’s kicks had sent him sliding backwards on the spray-slick deck and into it.
“It is nonfunctional. Damaged. Broken. And it didn’t break itself. There were outside forces—“
“I never touched it!” Sanji protested, crossing his arms across his chest and looking remarkably petulant for someone who prided himself on his maturity.
“—outside forces, plural, as in there were two idiots involved in destroying THREE WEEKS OF WORK!” Zoro actually took a step back…to give Usopp’s dented-NOT-broken thingie some breathing room, of course, not because he was scared or surprised or anything. Across the deck, Chopper yelped and hid the wrong way behind a barrel. Usopp’s voice wasn’t among those usually heard raised in anger on board, but right now the sharpshooter was practically vibrating with barely-suppressed rage. He swore that Usopp’s hair was starting to fluff up angrily, though most of that was probably the wind. Fortunately, Zoro knew what to do with this situation.
He pointed at Sanji and said, “His fault.”
“BASTARD! Your overmuscled ass is what broke it!”
“It’s not broken! And you’re the one who kicked me into it!”
“If you hadn’t picked a fight with me, I wouldn’t have had to kick you in the first place!”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Zoro’s mouth hung open for only a second before he realized what he must look like and snapped it shut. The hell? Usopp had not just screamed at him like he had some kind of authority over whether he argued with the Love Cook or not.
Usopp took a ragged breath as the two men quit being angry with each other and started to be pissed at him. “Just…shut up. Both of you. We’ve been at sea for a month without a break and your bullshit. Has. Gotten. OLD. So would you two testosterone-overdosed jackasses mind keeping your dicks in your pants and not fighting for a day or two?”
Sanji’s cheeks went red like he’d been slapped, and Zoro growled low in his throat. He opened his mouth to give this seventeen-year-old coward, liar, brat a piece of his mind…
And was interrupted as applause filtered down from the upper deck. Nami was clapping, and Robin’s quiet smile wasn’t wavering in the slightest as she gave Usopp a polite nod of approval. Even Luffy, dangling from the edge of the crow’s nest and frowning, looked like he was more on the side of whiny sharpshooters than on the side of his first mate, where he belonged. Zoro felt well and truly betrayed, and shot an irritated glare at his captain.
The Love Cook, on the other hand, was looking at Nami like she had just taken his heart out of his chest and stomped on it. The shitty cook dropped to his knees in a puddle of dejection. He was muttering something about flinging himself overboard for daring to irritate his precious blossoms and failing to notice that he was doing so. He looked like he was genuinely an inch from tears, like the pansy he was.
Usopp sighed, pulled off his bandana and goggles, and ran his hand through his hair in an apparent gesture of frustration. “Just…please. Quit fighting for a little bit. The rest of us would really like it.” Even Chopper nodded at the last part, which made Zoro feel kind of like maybe he had actually been a little bit of an ass. He mumbled something vaguely apologetic-sounding in the sharpshooter’s general direction. Usopp nodded tiredly and plopped down in front of his dented thingamajig and started prodding it with assorted mysterious tools, still looking rather put out.
Lacking any really graceful way out of this situation, Zoro took himself down to the bunkroom to sharpen his swords and maybe take a nap. The "maybe" turned into a "definitely," and the sun was setting when he poked his head out of the hatchway to investigate the possibility of food and his nakama speaking to him civilly again. The shitty cook had apparently peeled himself off of the deck and gone to go make dinner, and Usopp was still poking at his whatchamacallit with Luffy helping (though Luffy’s job seemed to be asking “What does this do?” for every screw, nut, and bolt in the hoosawhatsit). Zoro began to concede that he might have done a bit more than dent it after all, and made his way very quietly across the deck to the kitchen.
Sanji was indeed cooking, and looked rather subdued about it. He looked up at Zoro when he came in, frowning, looking like he wanted to talk some trash…and then visibly biting it off. Instead, he pointed at a pile of potatoes that apparently needed flaying. Zoro seriously contemplated telling the Love Cook where he could shove his goddamn potatoes…but they were supposed to be trying to get along, or at least not argue. Tuber mutilation duty it was.
There was silence for a while, broken by sizzling and bubbling and other cooking-type sounds. Then Sanji quietly said, “Do you remember what the hell we were fighting about anyway?”
Zoro frowned at his current potato. Of course he did. It was…Sanji had…there were… “Shit. No. I just remember it was your fault.”
“Neither do I, except I remember it being your fault.”
Zoro bit back an automatic retort and instead settled for, “Kind of stupid.” Well, the chef was stupid, at any rate. If he squinted and turned his head just right, this potato looked a little like Sanji. He stabbed it halfheartedly.
“Kind of.” The cook sighed. “We should try to argue a little less. For Nami-swan’s delicate constitution, if nothing else.”
Privately, Zoro thought Nami’s constitution was about as delicate as a block of granite. He didn’t say that, though. “Yes. We should. Luffy hates watching his nakama get angry with each other anyway.”
More uncomfortable silence and root vegetable torture. Then…
“I have a bottle of rum hidden behind the flour in the storeroom. I was going to use it for rum cake, but…”
Zoro couldn’t help but smile. Maybe this potato bore less of a resemblance to Sanji than he had initially thought. “Every now and then, shitty cook, you have a good idea.”
Sanji chuckled. “I like to think so, shitty swordsman.”
Maybe this “getting along” business wouldn’t be quite so onerous after all.
I'm not doing well recently ficwise, IMHO. It makes the Chibificus make the grumpyface. Anyway, this textblob in particular is largely pointless and plotless except possibly as a character interaction study and is probably boring as hell. I'd have gotten a "Where's the plot?" and an F in Creative Writing for this. But here's your keyword-prompt,
mettathron--I managed to get four pages out of the word "broken" and no plot because I didn't feel like writing utter depression. Title: Kind of Stupid
Series: One Piece.
One Piece: Not mine.
Rating: PG-13 for language.
“It’s broken,” Usopp repeated for the fourth time, coming back to his original and still unresolved issue with the situation.
“It’s just a little dented! It’ll be fine!” Zoro said defensively, looking at the…the…the whatever the hell it was. Frankly, he thought it looked less broken now than it had before one of Sanji’s kicks had sent him sliding backwards on the spray-slick deck and into it.
“It is nonfunctional. Damaged. Broken. And it didn’t break itself. There were outside forces—“
“I never touched it!” Sanji protested, crossing his arms across his chest and looking remarkably petulant for someone who prided himself on his maturity.
“—outside forces, plural, as in there were two idiots involved in destroying THREE WEEKS OF WORK!” Zoro actually took a step back…to give Usopp’s dented-NOT-broken thingie some breathing room, of course, not because he was scared or surprised or anything. Across the deck, Chopper yelped and hid the wrong way behind a barrel. Usopp’s voice wasn’t among those usually heard raised in anger on board, but right now the sharpshooter was practically vibrating with barely-suppressed rage. He swore that Usopp’s hair was starting to fluff up angrily, though most of that was probably the wind. Fortunately, Zoro knew what to do with this situation.
He pointed at Sanji and said, “His fault.”
“BASTARD! Your overmuscled ass is what broke it!”
“It’s not broken! And you’re the one who kicked me into it!”
“If you hadn’t picked a fight with me, I wouldn’t have had to kick you in the first place!”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Zoro’s mouth hung open for only a second before he realized what he must look like and snapped it shut. The hell? Usopp had not just screamed at him like he had some kind of authority over whether he argued with the Love Cook or not.
Usopp took a ragged breath as the two men quit being angry with each other and started to be pissed at him. “Just…shut up. Both of you. We’ve been at sea for a month without a break and your bullshit. Has. Gotten. OLD. So would you two testosterone-overdosed jackasses mind keeping your dicks in your pants and not fighting for a day or two?”
Sanji’s cheeks went red like he’d been slapped, and Zoro growled low in his throat. He opened his mouth to give this seventeen-year-old coward, liar, brat a piece of his mind…
And was interrupted as applause filtered down from the upper deck. Nami was clapping, and Robin’s quiet smile wasn’t wavering in the slightest as she gave Usopp a polite nod of approval. Even Luffy, dangling from the edge of the crow’s nest and frowning, looked like he was more on the side of whiny sharpshooters than on the side of his first mate, where he belonged. Zoro felt well and truly betrayed, and shot an irritated glare at his captain.
The Love Cook, on the other hand, was looking at Nami like she had just taken his heart out of his chest and stomped on it. The shitty cook dropped to his knees in a puddle of dejection. He was muttering something about flinging himself overboard for daring to irritate his precious blossoms and failing to notice that he was doing so. He looked like he was genuinely an inch from tears, like the pansy he was.
Usopp sighed, pulled off his bandana and goggles, and ran his hand through his hair in an apparent gesture of frustration. “Just…please. Quit fighting for a little bit. The rest of us would really like it.” Even Chopper nodded at the last part, which made Zoro feel kind of like maybe he had actually been a little bit of an ass. He mumbled something vaguely apologetic-sounding in the sharpshooter’s general direction. Usopp nodded tiredly and plopped down in front of his dented thingamajig and started prodding it with assorted mysterious tools, still looking rather put out.
Lacking any really graceful way out of this situation, Zoro took himself down to the bunkroom to sharpen his swords and maybe take a nap. The "maybe" turned into a "definitely," and the sun was setting when he poked his head out of the hatchway to investigate the possibility of food and his nakama speaking to him civilly again. The shitty cook had apparently peeled himself off of the deck and gone to go make dinner, and Usopp was still poking at his whatchamacallit with Luffy helping (though Luffy’s job seemed to be asking “What does this do?” for every screw, nut, and bolt in the hoosawhatsit). Zoro began to concede that he might have done a bit more than dent it after all, and made his way very quietly across the deck to the kitchen.
Sanji was indeed cooking, and looked rather subdued about it. He looked up at Zoro when he came in, frowning, looking like he wanted to talk some trash…and then visibly biting it off. Instead, he pointed at a pile of potatoes that apparently needed flaying. Zoro seriously contemplated telling the Love Cook where he could shove his goddamn potatoes…but they were supposed to be trying to get along, or at least not argue. Tuber mutilation duty it was.
There was silence for a while, broken by sizzling and bubbling and other cooking-type sounds. Then Sanji quietly said, “Do you remember what the hell we were fighting about anyway?”
Zoro frowned at his current potato. Of course he did. It was…Sanji had…there were… “Shit. No. I just remember it was your fault.”
“Neither do I, except I remember it being your fault.”
Zoro bit back an automatic retort and instead settled for, “Kind of stupid.” Well, the chef was stupid, at any rate. If he squinted and turned his head just right, this potato looked a little like Sanji. He stabbed it halfheartedly.
“Kind of.” The cook sighed. “We should try to argue a little less. For Nami-swan’s delicate constitution, if nothing else.”
Privately, Zoro thought Nami’s constitution was about as delicate as a block of granite. He didn’t say that, though. “Yes. We should. Luffy hates watching his nakama get angry with each other anyway.”
More uncomfortable silence and root vegetable torture. Then…
“I have a bottle of rum hidden behind the flour in the storeroom. I was going to use it for rum cake, but…”
Zoro couldn’t help but smile. Maybe this potato bore less of a resemblance to Sanji than he had initially thought. “Every now and then, shitty cook, you have a good idea.”
Sanji chuckled. “I like to think so, shitty swordsman.”
Maybe this “getting along” business wouldn’t be quite so onerous after all.
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Date: 2006-02-22 08:48 pm (UTC)Shall I get on to writing utter depression, then, since it is my job? Or not my job, since you scratched it out? We've seen how my fluff works, i.e., not at all... -,-;
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Date: 2006-02-22 10:24 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-02-23 01:29 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-02-23 03:06 am (UTC)Go forth, write the utter depression that I consistantly fail at.
Well?
I'm waiting. *taps foot*
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Date: 2006-02-23 03:06 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-02-23 03:27 am (UTC)Poor Usopp, though...his broken thingamabob authorizes him to shoot both of them in the head a few times, I think.
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Date: 2006-02-23 03:29 am (UTC)Go, Usopp, go. Defend your handiwork.
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Date: 2006-02-23 03:31 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-02-23 04:40 am (UTC)Reading righteous Usopp anger has defiantly kicked my brain into a slightly better mindset.
I thank you for that. <3
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Date: 2006-02-23 05:11 am (UTC)I'm glad my plotlessness made you feel a bit better.
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Date: 2006-02-23 06:10 am (UTC)“—outside forces, plural, as in there were there were two idiots involved in destroying THREE WEEKS OF WORK!”
You accidentally wrote 'there were' twice. :)
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Date: 2006-02-23 06:16 am (UTC)*sneaks up and fixes it*
Damn, thanks for catching that. I feel like a prize moron now. I proofread, I swear... ^.^;
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Date: 2006-02-24 12:27 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-02-24 02:24 am (UTC)There's a lot that can be conveyed by little symbols. ^.^;
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Date: 2006-02-24 06:11 pm (UTC)I like! *bounces* Snark and stubbornness and then Usopp snapped at them!1!@04*&r4#63 (incoherent with joy) And then general nakama scolding! *squees* Oh I like. I like even more that Zoro finds trying to get along with the shitty cook to be... not entirely awful. *smirks*
And there is plot sometimes and there is character development/exploration at other times. Both are good and have their place. *grins* More please? =^_^= *kitty face of pleading*
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Date: 2006-02-25 06:59 am (UTC)Nami going RAWR at the two of them is probably old hat, but Usopp...he made an impression at least, however brief and fleeting it may be.
I don't know if I'm going to continue this (unless Usopp actually did build an Infinite Improbability Engine for the Going Merry), but I can try and grow some plotbunnies off of my own plotlessness. Wish me luck.
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Date: 2008-11-29 05:30 am (UTC)