Self-Twewy -- Writing Style Formation!
THAT'S RIGHT KIDS! I'm feeling left out of the new craze hitting all of you, so I'm doing a variation on it, and .. well, yeah it's self-insertion but it's NIFTY! Because I'm sure I've learned from my Mary-Sue days (and I DID have them.. woe.) This is nothing more than a ficlet, a snapshot of what would happen, perhaps. This could also be an epic failure, but I'm fearless! Or pretending to be.
Title: Wild Card
Rating: PG for language!
Warnings: None, except for week 2 spoilers.
Preface/Notes/Gobbledygook: I've had "Sasha" as a representation of myself since .. 1998 (guess what was popular THEN!) and though she's largely based on me, she's a bit different. And as you can guess, "Sasha Janre" is her name and due to my astounding creativity, it's become my username. If you want to see her updated profile (as well as some of my other OC's) check this out.
~*~
On a rain-slicked rooftop that overlooked Scramble Crossing, there stood a Reaper clad in the black hoodie/army-green pants that was characteristic of a Tenor Reaper, with the hood pulled up to cover the face.
No ressurection for her.
"Some game," She muttered, slightly flexing her fists. "I played by his stupid rules, and I still lost. Sorry, Phoenix; you depended on me and I'm not going to be able to be with you again.. thanks to that asshole." Some movement caught her eye and she glanced down to the busy square, and she focused on a pair of players running across towards the Shibu Department Store. One of them stopped, and flipped their hair while the second one stopped a bit ahead, obviously annoyed with his partner. "He's in here again?"
"That stupid little factoid couldn't get his life back, so Megumi-chan's* giving him the chance to retry," a voice interrupted. She turned sharply and saw this week's game master, Sho Minamimoto.
She grit her teeth. "Why does he get another chance? The rest of us had to choose this path when the Composer wouldn't grant us ressurection! Or do the rules just chance with his flighty fancy?"
Minamimoto smirked wide enough that she caught a glimpse of his sharp right canine. The rain slipped off his hat and leather clothes, though he paid it little mind, his sharp yellow-tinged gaze proving that. "The Composer's a freaking negative! He doesn't care about any of us! -- But ya heard the news about this Game, haven't ya?"
She frowned slightly. "This game's different but no one's telling me why."
"Poor little factoral. I can offer the solution to your problem."
"Don't you have missions to offer?"
Minamimoto waved his tattooed left hand. "I've got a bigger equation formulated, so forget about these lame basics! I'm going to inverse the matrix of this Game and rule this heap!"
"Just how are you going to do that?" she asked, keeping her distance. "What about the other Reapers?"
"Heh. Falling Bodies,**" Minamimoto replied, smirking again. "But I'm going to need a manipulated variable. Something he won't expect. That's going to be you."
"...why me?"
"You've got an axe to grind, don't you? That stupid hectopascal doesn't even realize the power you have. He's distracted by that headphones wearing hexahedron! Perfect conditions for us. All you need to do is what I tell ya and when I stand atop this junk heap, I'll bring ya back to the other half of your equation. What's your answer?"
She pursed her lips, preventing herself from blurting out a hasty answer. While kept in the dark about most everything else, even she knew Minamimoto's reputation. "But you never work with others. What's different now?"
"If you have an equation with screwy rules, you don't play by those rules, you smash through the way you know will work. If you want to reformat the world, you've got to wipe it clean." Minamimoto's lips curled into a deeper smirk. "It's the only way to play against that snake of a Composer."
That much was true, she realized. Glancing up at him, she started, "I need to know you'll stay true to your word."
"What, want me to write it down?"
"...No," she answered quickly. "Too easy to destroy. -- Your necklace, give it to me."
"What the digit? No!"
"So it's important to you. I'll give you mine, if you give me yours .. so we're bound to this."
Minamimoto paused. He needed her help - that coffee-obsessed radian told him the odds would be better stacked in his favour if she were on his side, but how to win her over ... no, he couldn't be THAT helpful. However, he could always erase her if she proved to be too much trouble. "Fine." He was loathe to part with the pendant - the only thing he kept from his life on the RealGround, but the end solution was far more important than the means to get there. Once she caught his, she tossed hers over and he gave it a brief inspection: a black crystal set in silver. "What do I call you, anyway, little ellipsoid?"
"...Sasha." Minamimoto put the necklace on around his neck, and left as easily as he had arrived. As she looked down at the necklace in her hand, she knew there was no going back.
Just the way she liked it.
=END=
* I remember someone saying somewhere that in the Japanese game, Minamimoto liked to call Kitaniji "Megumi-chan" due to his feminine name. I Liked it. XD
** Um, this is a real mathematical formula, used to model the vertical motion of an object that's dropped, either up or down. I tried to be witty. 8D;
Title: Wild Card
Rating: PG for language!
Warnings: None, except for week 2 spoilers.
Preface/Notes/Gobbledygook: I've had "Sasha" as a representation of myself since .. 1998 (guess what was popular THEN!) and though she's largely based on me, she's a bit different. And as you can guess, "Sasha Janre" is her name and due to my astounding creativity, it's become my username. If you want to see her updated profile (as well as some of my other OC's) check this out.
~*~
On a rain-slicked rooftop that overlooked Scramble Crossing, there stood a Reaper clad in the black hoodie/army-green pants that was characteristic of a Tenor Reaper, with the hood pulled up to cover the face.
No ressurection for her.
"Some game," She muttered, slightly flexing her fists. "I played by his stupid rules, and I still lost. Sorry, Phoenix; you depended on me and I'm not going to be able to be with you again.. thanks to that asshole." Some movement caught her eye and she glanced down to the busy square, and she focused on a pair of players running across towards the Shibu Department Store. One of them stopped, and flipped their hair while the second one stopped a bit ahead, obviously annoyed with his partner. "He's in here again?"
"That stupid little factoid couldn't get his life back, so Megumi-chan's* giving him the chance to retry," a voice interrupted. She turned sharply and saw this week's game master, Sho Minamimoto.
She grit her teeth. "Why does he get another chance? The rest of us had to choose this path when the Composer wouldn't grant us ressurection! Or do the rules just chance with his flighty fancy?"
Minamimoto smirked wide enough that she caught a glimpse of his sharp right canine. The rain slipped off his hat and leather clothes, though he paid it little mind, his sharp yellow-tinged gaze proving that. "The Composer's a freaking negative! He doesn't care about any of us! -- But ya heard the news about this Game, haven't ya?"
She frowned slightly. "This game's different but no one's telling me why."
"Poor little factoral. I can offer the solution to your problem."
"Don't you have missions to offer?"
Minamimoto waved his tattooed left hand. "I've got a bigger equation formulated, so forget about these lame basics! I'm going to inverse the matrix of this Game and rule this heap!"
"Just how are you going to do that?" she asked, keeping her distance. "What about the other Reapers?"
"Heh. Falling Bodies,**" Minamimoto replied, smirking again. "But I'm going to need a manipulated variable. Something he won't expect. That's going to be you."
"...why me?"
"You've got an axe to grind, don't you? That stupid hectopascal doesn't even realize the power you have. He's distracted by that headphones wearing hexahedron! Perfect conditions for us. All you need to do is what I tell ya and when I stand atop this junk heap, I'll bring ya back to the other half of your equation. What's your answer?"
She pursed her lips, preventing herself from blurting out a hasty answer. While kept in the dark about most everything else, even she knew Minamimoto's reputation. "But you never work with others. What's different now?"
"If you have an equation with screwy rules, you don't play by those rules, you smash through the way you know will work. If you want to reformat the world, you've got to wipe it clean." Minamimoto's lips curled into a deeper smirk. "It's the only way to play against that snake of a Composer."
That much was true, she realized. Glancing up at him, she started, "I need to know you'll stay true to your word."
"What, want me to write it down?"
"...No," she answered quickly. "Too easy to destroy. -- Your necklace, give it to me."
"What the digit? No!"
"So it's important to you. I'll give you mine, if you give me yours .. so we're bound to this."
Minamimoto paused. He needed her help - that coffee-obsessed radian told him the odds would be better stacked in his favour if she were on his side, but how to win her over ... no, he couldn't be THAT helpful. However, he could always erase her if she proved to be too much trouble. "Fine." He was loathe to part with the pendant - the only thing he kept from his life on the RealGround, but the end solution was far more important than the means to get there. Once she caught his, she tossed hers over and he gave it a brief inspection: a black crystal set in silver. "What do I call you, anyway, little ellipsoid?"
"...Sasha." Minamimoto put the necklace on around his neck, and left as easily as he had arrived. As she looked down at the necklace in her hand, she knew there was no going back.
Just the way she liked it.
=END=
* I remember someone saying somewhere that in the Japanese game, Minamimoto liked to call Kitaniji "Megumi-chan" due to his feminine name. I Liked it. XD
** Um, this is a real mathematical formula, used to model the vertical motion of an object that's dropped, either up or down. I tried to be witty. 8D;