Quick! To the Batcave!

[swordage]

Gimme drabble prompts! *grabby hands* I'm finishing tagging my entire journal, and it's got me in a mood. Give me a word or phrase and a fandom: Final Fantasy VII, Final Fantasy XI (yeah right), Soul Reaver (why not?), Fullmetal Alchemist, Kingdom Hearts, Stargate: Atlantis, or Supernatural. By "drabble" I mean "as much as I feel like writing for it which is not much" so don't get all mad if it's not exactly 100 words or whatever. Okay ready GO XD

Quick ideas for prompts: pornography, duffel, "and it said 'come and see' and I saw". I guess you can also ask for more of something I've written - I dunno about here, but in ff.net everyone wants more Catnip.

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[white_aster.insanejournal.com]

XD Kingdom Hearts, something Sephiroth and Riku, um..."duality"? Or just something Sephiroth, lacking that. ^__^

Sephiroth and/or Riku, "duality"

[swordage.insanejournal.com]

You ask for hard things. Hmmmmm. Because I am horrible, I will work in my theory that Riku has nerve damage in his neck in the second game. Poor boy.

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The blow hits Riku square between neck and shoulder, and as he drops to his knees he thinks that it should have killed him. By all rights, he should be headless on the ground now - that is no keyblade, no edgeless power. Then the pain sparks fire down his arm and thinking is not so important as trying to quell the agony.

Sephiroth stands over him as he writhes in the dust, impassive statue ten feet tall. Riku looks back even as his vision whites at the edges, even as he thinks he'd rather be dead than live through this pain. Then Sephiroth crouches, black glove catching in Riku's hair and jerking his head back.

"You must choose," Riku hears through the thin scream that must be coming from his own throat. "You must choose to be either his inverse or his echo." He's dropped once more into the dirt, gasping and choking on the dust. There is a swirl of wind, the ear-pounding thump of wingbeats; then nothing but his own coughs.

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[white_aster.insanejournal.com]

^^; I try to be...er...inspiring! :) Owie! Thank you!

[swordage.insanejournal.com]

Don't get me wrong, that was really fun. :D All my current stories-to-work-on are from the middle of last year at best, so it's lovely to write something new. I just had no idea what you were looking for so I wrote something almost entirely unrelated. >_> *sucks* But it was lotsa fun, thank you~!

[white_aster.insanejournal.com]

No no, you did it very right! :) I never know how folks are going to take drabbles, so I always ask for something that will be neato however they write it! :)

[empty_geas.insanejournal.com]

Glee! FMA *is so very predictable like that* 'You don't win by dying for your country, you win by making some other poor bastard die for his.'

FMA, You don't win by dying for your country, you win by making some other poor bastard die for his

[swordage.insanejournal.com]

Jesus jogging on a swimming pool, what hours do you keep? *eyes timestamp* Hmm, to write about Kimbley or not... I could write a whole fic with that prompt. XD It's harder to condense it. Sorry about name spellings, I still use the ones I used back before we had this thing called "official English translation". Heh. Sorry this sucks, I thought too much about it and it got all weird in my head. Also I need better FMA icons so I can put Kimbley icons on my writing.

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Greed does a lot of waiting. It's boring as hell. But it is awfully interesting to listen to his little group - military, the lot of 'em, so of course the instant they're introduced to other military they all end up telling war stories.

"And then Law said, 'try to look unimportant, they're low on ammo,'" Martel snickered, sprawled across the Nest's couch. Everyone around her laughed along, but Greed saw a vicious grin or two aimed at Kimbley's back.

"He's an officer," Dorochet murmurs, leaning over. Greed must have looked more confused than he'd thought. "The enemy would rather shoot command than the enlisted grunts, so when they're low on ammo sometimes they save it for the officers." Dorochet's smile is a bit vicious, but there's nothing other than curiosity in his voice when he says, "You've never seen war, have you?"

"I don't think I'd look good in a uniform," Greed chuckles, but over by the bar Martel is unwinding herself from the couch, danger creeping into her stance. There's been words exchanged, and Greed missed it. Kimbley turns around, glass of water danging between his fingertips, elbows back on the bar. Wide open and waiting for it with a grin on his face.

"They got themselves killed just fine on their own," he says, all smug pleasure like he just got into the cream. Dorochet goes still next to Greed.

"Don't talk that way about good men who died to win that damn war," Martel hisses. It's not a request.

The look Kimbley gives her is pitying, the challenge gone out of him - he's lost interest in the fight just like that. "You don't win by dying for your country," he says. She eyes him for a moment longer, then sits down. Greed is utterly baffled, but Dorochet has turned to tell a too-loud joke to Bido (good boy, ease all the hackles in the room) so he takes his curiosity elsewhere.

As he passes the bar, Kimbley looks up at him, pupils drawn tight even in the dim light of the bar, and grins, "You win by making some other bastard die for his."

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[empty_geas.insanejournal.com]

*hearts madly* Perfect! I don't think it's at all too thinky. Hee. I love the interactions and Greed's confusion. And Kimbley! Such a wonderful attitude he has, the quicksilver shifts from antagonistic to disinterested pity to wicked amusement.

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[empty_geas.insanejournal.com]

And yes, I keep odd ours. I work a 1-9 pm shift, so I generally don't get up until 11 or so, which means I'm often up until 4 or 5 in the morning.

*manages to use both her kimble icons*

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[swordage.insanejournal.com]

That's alright, I was up until 10am this morning. XD Weeeird night, but fun.

I'm glad you liked it! I miss Kimbley sometimes - a lot, actually. He's such a sympathetic character to me. And he's always good company in any situation. :D Entertaining smartass comments~

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[empty_geas.insanejournal.com]

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