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it is thanks to this at home that i haven't been forced to pay for a smashed music system, it can do the same for you this "christmas season"

]]> ~kite-san http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/28124846/ http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/28124846/ Tue, 03 Nov 2009 12:57:25 PST
some from around here probably remember the last one posted, the strawberries and powdered sugar alco-jello thingies (3 trials reported, 3 successes, including one done as catering a formal dinner, woo!). those who've endured me for longer than that probably remember the Chocalypse Cake, which was somewhat less successful, or the DoomBagel Omlette, which was delicious, but messy as all getout.

two more today, The Fish-Kabobs of Mordor, and an as-yet unnammed fusion Pierogi thing. if anyone tries them, please let me know how they go, they are for me, after all, theoretical exercises until one has access to a proper kitchen.

for the Fish-Kabobs of Mordor, get sizable fillets of two different fish, one 'heavy' fish (ie: salmon, bass, etc) and one 'light' fish (ie: whitefish, flounder) several whole rashers of bacon (ie, so you've got the stripy part and the eye, yes you see where this is going), and some largeish scallops.

cut the fillets into more or less equal sized chunks then marinate the lightfish in lemon, rock/sea salt, and some minced parsley. do the dark fish in seeded mustard and black pepper, or hot english mustard and paprika. if anyone uses the weaksauce american mustard whose only relation to real mustard is that its yellow, i will cry ;.; do the scallops in something violent, if i get the chance to do it i'm gonna use portuguese peri-peri sauce, a bit of garlic, and maybe a bit of horseradish, not sure on that last.

once they've marinated, spike your first fish cube just past the tip. then lay one end of the stripy portion of the bacon on it, place a cube of the other fish, wrap the bacon overtop of it, and spike down, once again until the tip just protrudes. repeat until you've gone through two stripy bacon portions, and thus have two eyes left. use them to form a 'cup' around one of the scallops, and then spike that on top to be the Firey Eye of Sauron atop your tower. Make as many kabobs as you've gathered mats for, then bang 'em in a griller, turning frequently, until it's done. usually reckoned by me to be when your stomach says it will kill you if those smells don't become tastes -pronto-.



hrm. took too long to type that, i need to go to work. if i remember, i'll edit in the pierogi thing when i get home. EDIT: crap. i forgot the pierogi recipe. will put it in when/if i remember it.

]]> ~kite-san http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/27532539/ http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/27532539/ Fri, 02 Oct 2009 01:57:10 PDT
apologies to those who were waitign for me to get back onto chat, it crashed and stupid program won't reopen.

also, mood is not sadness, stupid thing won't change.

]]> ~kite-san http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/27399375/ http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/27399375/ Thu, 24 Sep 2009 19:39:16 PDT
WHY did we spend half an hour talking through details, hashing out what could and couldn't work, repeatedly referring back to how what was on the paper was wrong due to my inabilities with a pencil if she was just going to make things exactly to the clearly labelled "poor sketch intended for communicating general thrust of the idea only" picture?

What part of "kitty ears, starting in front at top and bottom and curving back behind the actual ear underneath" means "glue supersized Spock to either side of my head"?

apologies to those who expect me online for chatting fridays, most likely see you in two weeks, though i may be on some tomorrow if i'm feeling better. with luck next week's going to be lost to celebration rather than me having precious little to share besides screams and tears.

REDACTION: on the offchance that those responsible might read this and put timings together, it's not meant personally, but merely as venting, because i've been pushign through the last several days quite heavily, and the past few weeks to a lesser extent, on hope about this hood, and so to have so critical an element to the aesthetic be so very very wrong... venting was needed.

]]> ~kite-san http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/27376079/ http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/27376079/ Wed, 23 Sep 2009 14:21:00 PDT
]]> ~kite-san http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/27076938/ http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/27076938/ Mon, 07 Sep 2009 14:36:01 PDT

had the notion for a pokemon game on the wii, where the wii game itself is just an interface client, up to ten DSes with a pokemon game inserted simultaneously connect to downloadplay the client (possibly from within the 'World' menu of the pokemon games to speed loading), which then connects them up for a multiplayer Realtime Strategy brawlfest with their currently saved team, control system simiilar to Revenant Wings as the most recent version of the system i'm thinking of that i've played.

What the TV (or ideally, 2 TVs) connected to the Wii would be doing would be between two modes (switching if one screen, one for each with two).
1: birdseye tactical overmap. 2: LucasCam filter swinging a point of view over "dramatic events".. which it would be easy enough to program a filter for 'drama' triggers of various tiers of priority to determine where to swing the camera to. Hell, Empire At War did it easily enough, which is why i called it LucasCam

i don't see there as being much single player content to it if any, if only because writing an AI to realtime any of the various combinations of pokesets would be prohibitive, which would mean rigidly scripted enemy encounters with tailored AIs for their individual configurations. sod that for a joke. Be much better as a party game.

one other notion tidbit was a 'tournament mode' for conventions and such where an appropriately powerful wifi broadcaster could cover the convention grounds, and you could preregister (by friendcode, my goodness, every DS -does- have a unique ID, doesn't it? ) however many people wanted to participate, have the thing random-allocate a tournament table and actually have it poke people's sleep-moding DSes to ask if they want to take their turn wherever they are on the grounds, with option of "no", "i'm coming, dammit" (give them a few minutes to get closer, i'd say starts a timer after which if more than half are "ready now" they can override remaining "i'm comings" and boot them back to the pool) and "ready now" to start.

it's not QUITE as enticing as if they made an eevee-scratch fever game with demented social-sim aspects for the option of building your team without pokeballs, but hot damn i'd play it

]]> ~kite-san http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/26978845/ http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/26978845/ Wed, 02 Sep 2009 14:23:26 PDT

the and: had a truly horrible mental image, the notion of a Transformers Animated docu-drama, "Evaluating Organic Fetishism" hosted by Blitzwing, Blitzwing, Blitzwing, and Lugnut.

]]> ~kite-san http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/26745713/ http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/26745713/ Sat, 22 Aug 2009 00:11:45 PDT
]]> ~kite-san http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/25664919/ http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/25664919/ Wed, 01 Jul 2009 14:20:13 PDT
in the meantime, apologies to people who're waiting on me, tonight goes to the one good thing that happened today, idea for a short that hopefully is nifty to people who aren't under the effects of involuntary chemical delerium.


EDIT: to anyone -else- who plays a hunter and feels like complaining i said the wrong sting, FUCK OFF AND DIE IN A FIRE. but in a good way.

MOAR EDIT: by the power of codineskull (it's like greyskull, but brings sweet sweet peace instead of loincloths) i got to sleep last night, and this morning just had foulest smelling urine ever and a slight increase in twitchiness and spastosity over normal. so, looks like the kidneys have it under control, which is what i was hoping for.

]]> ~kite-san http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/25276484/ http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/25276484/ Fri, 12 Jun 2009 16:03:29 PDT
....want to be able to hear some music at work that doesn't make me want to hurt people.....

]]> ~kite-san http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/24954050/ http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/24954050/ Tue, 26 May 2009 01:59:22 PDT
just back from doctor. doc thinks i has swine flu. they've sent pathology off. what's hilarious is he said that "if i was running a fever" with the other symptoms they'd assume it was swine flu and be pumping me full of anti-virals and tammyflu and whatnot. the thermometer said 37.5 which is within margin of error of normal, for most people.

fuggin doctors never BELIEVE me when i've said, for over a decade, that when i'm feeling well, i tend to run a degree to two degrees below normal.

har dee har.

don worry too much, tho. the microbial piggy legions may have breached the gates, but they shall be defeated! or something. i probably don't make too much sense right now. i blame bacon flu.

]]> ~kite-san http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/23585086/ http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/23585086/ Sun, 08 Mar 2009 03:00:31 PDT
nothing too major, just letting everyone know that i made, and lost, a stupid bet, and therefore all the stuff i've got in progress needs to take a back seat.

in tonight's Naxx-25, had a friend bitching about how he didn't have a chance at surviving Heigan on his stand-in lappy. various blandishments and encouragements were offered, i, meaning it as a joke, said if he managed to live through the full safetydance i'd move the story he's been waiting on me to do to the top of the queue.

Of course, he then waltzes through the most splendidly perfect Heigan run we've ever had.

on the plus side, unlike most of the stuff for him, this one -is- approaching my normal level of pervy, -is- worth posting here, and uniquely, includes a picture i've spent about 30 hours putting together. so, hopefully it'll be enjoyable enough to make up for the delay of Everything Else.

(TGRace involvement will continue, i don't really consider that to be "real writing" since i've previously just tossed them off in the morning before work.)

and if anyone cares: Bestest Naxx ever, 3 pieces of my 7.25 tier AND iLv213 cloak and boot upgrades. fullset get!

]]> ~kite-san http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/22988395/ http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/22988395/ Tue, 03 Feb 2009 16:58:52 PST
oh well, they've put me on codiene, and i've put me on timtams. expect either loopiness or catatonia for the next few days.


EDIT: Public Transit Ticket Inspectors do not, as a general rule, react well to being projectile vomited on by someone they manhandle. They react even worse when the vomitor had a valid ticket. That is all.

]]> ~kite-san http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/21235346/ http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/21235346/ Thu, 30 Oct 2008 16:18:38 PDT

so yeah, i'm in somewhat of high spirits ^.^

and for my own reference, project list of things i can remember i'm working on in no particular order:
Wonderland Thing: drafting, into chapter 3
Space Sci-fi thing: writing
Eevee Scratch 4: isolated notes
Dove Under Glass: significant notes
Lilith Soap based-thing: er... was a draft, has gone back to notes due to continuity errors.
Prisoner Transport 3: moderate notes
Gummyfic... 12? i think it's 12: drafting
Internal Debate as to which older works should and shouldn't be resurrected and/or transplanted from their initial dedicated homes: progressing. ]]> ~kite-san http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/20561766/ http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/20561766/ Fri, 19 Sep 2008 00:12:59 PDT
anyway, new stuff. ended up finishing 3rd isntallment of Eevee-Scratch ( [link] ) before the Alice in Wonderland thing. also, apologies if i'm kinda disappeared for the next couple of weeks, my Owner's on leave, which leaves us two weeks of having the house entirely to ourselves, except for the convention in the middle, so online time is likely to be minimal, as what we're not spending joined at the hip (or other places) we're liable to be spending up to the orifice of someone else's choice in assorted geekery.

also, apologies if chapters 1 and 2 of eevee-scratch watchlist spam themselves out again. edited the descrip to include links to the other chapters, not just preceding ones, and it didn't offer me the "this is a minor edit" box, so hopefully it's defaulted to that behaviour on the grounds of descrip not being important enough for a notify anyway.

see you when i see you everybody! *big hugs8

]]> ~kite-san http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/20312404/ http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/20312404/ Wed, 03 Sep 2008 17:32:01 PDT

anywho, that's just updating, i don't wanna focus on it too much and get all depressed, i'm prone enough to that as it is. the query's much more interesting.

while my Owner and i were playing WoW, our guildchat somehow ended up on the subject of sweets, specifically playing temptress and trying to convince one of the other guildies that if they're having cravings, they should just go indulge them briefly in a controlled fashion then come back happier and finish the dungeon. She was adamant about sticking with her vodka. so my brain came up with a vodka-based desert on the fly to throw at her.

trouble is, being allergic to alcohol myself, i obviously cannot try it and find out whether this is a case of my muse coming up with tasty food, or gastrointestinal warfare. So, i give the 'recipe' here, in the hopes that someone will give it a try and let me know how it goes, because i wanna settle the issue.


anywho:
take your preferred sort of vodka, and one icecube tray (or more, if you want to make THAT many). Do whatever one does with it for the purpose of making those vodka jello things (i certainly don't know), and half-fill as many of the cubes in the icecube tray as you want to make. let 'em mostly set.

put a small piece of chocolate in the middle of each cube. the chocolate pieces should be small enough to not be touching any of the sides. i think dark chocolate would work best, but then, that's largely because i prefer dark chocolate period. i don't see why any other sort of chocolate -wouldn't- work, at least. anyhow, after putting the chocolate in the middle, fill the cubes the rest of the way with the vodka-gelatin stuff. now let it completely set.

take the cubes out of the tray, and dust them with powdered sugar, or even icing sugar if you feel like cleaning up that much mess.

i'm not sure wether or not the notion of cutting strawberries in half and pressing the cubes between them (one strawberry per cube) is a good idea or just culinary wankery. but anyhow, that's the desert. I call it "Murmur's Lament" because describing the recipe in guildchat got sugar-fixes fetched and the Shadow Labarynth run started if anyone makes it, please let me know how it turns out.

]]> ~kite-san http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/20188079/ http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/20188079/ Thu, 28 Aug 2008 00:13:48 PDT
interview was all smiles all around, so i think i impressed them... in roughly 11 days i should know whether i'm going to be employed now or not ^.^

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old entry:
leaving.. actually seconds after i click the button to send this. wish me luck! ^.^

...or, y'know, don't, as your tastes and urges dictate and whatnot. though i'd really have to wonder about someone who'd read someone else's journal and then wish them bad luck on a job interview, that's just sorta creepy.


as far as current project, distracted again, as i'm sure anyone would suspect. still, is writing. been wanting to do an Alice in Wonderland piece forever, and after finally playing through American McGee's an idea gelled (mostly unrelated to the game, so don't worry about that, far closer to the old Alice in Sexland manga ~_^), and so that ought to be ready by my fluctuating definition of 'soonish'.

]]> ~kite-san http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/18849378/ http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/18849378/ Sun, 15 Jun 2008 05:37:13 PDT
though i admit its weird moral ground that i'd probably be somewhat cranky if nintendo complained, when they'd realistically have substantially more right to. probably because if nintendo complained i'd be being singled out of a truly masive pile of stuff, but whatever. anyhow, slowly getting a handle on my brainmeats again, so work resuming in the current projects as well.


project status:

comissions:
one in progress, but still open. drop a note here or email kite[dot]san[at]gmail[dot]com

others (in no particular order since i'll work on whichever as the muse bites):
Ivalian Patriotism Chapter 2- drafting
Coffeefic 11 - drafting
Prisoner Transport 3 - notes
Captive Angel Momoko 5 - drafting
Rubber Spa - drafting
that other thing with nebulous permission - writing

]]> ~kite-san http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/18789024/ http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/18789024/ Wed, 11 Jun 2008 17:35:46 PDT
bleh. apologies to all and sundry that i'm not likely to be my usual hyperactively enthused self for a bit, it's been one bastard of a week. with a combination of unexpected medical bills, and the immigration department delaying on granting me permanent residency so i can stay with my Owner -again-, it's been a sizeable effort to refrain from slopping my angst all over everybody. And now the Primary Distraction Apparatus has broken.

it's weird, really. a handheld borking really ought to be little more than a papercut compared with the rest, but i guess it's sorta because the little thing ought to be controllable, ought to be fixable, while the big things, there's just nothing you can do but take the hit and keep moving forward and waiting. but the big things throw around so much weight that the little things stop being fixable, and makes them weirdly much more potent for destroying headspace.

bah... that's already more public whining than i really wanted to do. anywho, that lot's a big part of why i'm likely to be on a bit of a downer for awhile. i could be wrong, maybe venting like this is what i needed and i'll perk up again tomorrow. hope so. i could use perking up.

project status:

comissions:
none, but open. drop a note here or email kite[dot]san[at]gmail[dot]com

others (in no particular order since i'll work on whichever as the muse bites):
Ivalian Patriotism Chapter 2- drafting
Coffeefic 11 - drafting
Prisoner Transport 3 - notes
Captive Angel Momoko 5 - drafting
Rubber Spa - notes
that other thing with nebulous permission - drafting

]]> ~kite-san http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/18392191/ http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/18392191/ Mon, 19 May 2008 00:49:34 PDT tagged me with this thing-type-thing. eh, why not?

the ruleish things
1) Post these rules.
2) Each tagged person must post eight things about themselves on their journal.
3) At the end, you have to choose and tag eight people and post their icons on the same journal.
4) Go to their pages and send a message saying you tagged them.
5) No tag-backs.



yon thingermajiggy things.

1- i'm a happily Owned subbie.
2- while i'm generally perfectly fine with being short, and in fact enjoy the many benefits it confers, short jokes lead with terminal inevitability to short temper.
3- in RP environments, i have what my gaming circle jokingly calls 'indirect-fire karma'. if i try to blow it up, there will be craters.
4- i'm mentally hardwired that more latex is -always- better. always. this has led to some unique and in retrospect amusing anecdotes. but this isn't an anecdote meme! murahahaha!
5- same as 4 with heavier bondage. with the same result.
6- while i routinely use words from a sizeable number of languages, the only ones i speak competently are english, and one of the several dialects of stray cat from where i grew up. the latter is wonderfully good for really emphatic swearing in.
7- over the course of my life so far at poing of writing this, my hair has devoured 273 comb teeth.
8- i get incredibly paranoid about the ettiquite of memes, frequently to a quite ludicrous extent.


i tag... the first 8 people to read this who haven't been tagged yet! (see thing 8)

please comment here or drop me a note so that i may comply with rule 4.


status:

comissions:
none, but open.

others (in no particular order since i'll work on whichever as the muse bites):
Ivalian Patriotism - progressing, block cleared
Coffeefic 11 - drafting
currently untitled megaman thing - drafting
Evee-Scratch Syndrome - posted!
Prisoner Transport 3 - notes
Captive Angel Momoko 5 - drafting

]]> ~kite-san http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/18136704/ http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/18136704/ Fri, 02 May 2008 16:57:54 PDT
i have my... disagreements with the concept of organized religion and its place in society.

i have my specific griefs with catholicism and its increasingly cultish offshoots.

that said, i d not deny their right to have a legally organized march to inaugurate their special whatever.

i DO however have significant problems with being woken up too damned early the morning by a veritable horde bawling ineptly in latin. sodding assholes.

comissions:
none, but open.

others (in no particular order since i'll work on whichever as the muse bites):
Ivalian Patriotism - writing
Coffeefic 11 - drafting
currently untitled megaman thing - drafting
Evee-Scratch Syndrome - writing
Prisoner Transport 3 - notes
Captive Angel Momoko 5 - drafting

]]> ~kite-san http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/18062837/ http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/18062837/ Sun, 27 Apr 2008 21:43:20 PDT
comissions:
none, but open.

others (in no particular order since i'll work on whichever as the muse bites):
Ivalian Patriotism - drafting
Coffeefic 11 - drafting
currently untitled megaman thing - notes
Evee-Scratch Syndrome - notes
Prisoner Transport 3 - notes
Captive Angel Momoko 5 - drafting

]]> ~kite-san http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/17726153/ http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/17726153/ Mon, 07 Apr 2008 04:37:22 PDT
also, random wondering about why a 'mood' toggle is so damned compelling. If it weren't there, i'd be fine with letting my words speak for how i'm feeling on their own, but because it's there i've spent several minutes clicking around failing to find an 'embarassed' setting. meh, bollocks to the smiley dictatorship! or something.

]]> ~kite-san http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/10255496/ http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/10255496/ Mon, 02 Oct 2006 04:31:13 PDT Chapter 3:

There were days when Gummi wondered, if there were no PKB, would it really be the end of the world? Would people be unable to solve their problems, and have society collapse in a firey blaze of unmitigated destruction? He doubted it, but still the first time it had occurred to him, the thought had made him so despondent as to spike his coffee with raspberry soda. Since then, no matter how bad any day had ever been, nothing had ever made him quite despondent enough to want to do that a second time.

Besides, there was a PKB, and it was purest folly to suggest that there ever shouldn’t be. Even if that meant that that it was to the PKB that people brought them their most insoluble, intractable, confounding and downright nasty problems they had. Sure, they could probably solve them on their own if they had to, but why should there be a Peacekeeping Bureau if not to bring troubles to them when they threatened the peace?

To them. To us. And, Gummi thought, because apparently enough things had happened to enough people to make my nameplate at my desk be the one that needed the word ‘chief’ etched in the front end, they bring these problems to me.

Gummi was unsure what to make of the pair that sat in front of that very desk at this very moment. Things had been going well for a few weeks, the number of fraudulent claims had tanked once word got around that it’d mean Ms. Johansen squealing accountese at them for several hours, and they could only get any money if they managed to follow it all the way to the end. The number of violent vandalism incidents was at a record low, too. At first Gummi had wondered if things cooling off meant something big was coming, but after a few days he had dismissed it as baseless pessimism, and enjoyed the chance to take things easy for a while. Something big had come.

Gummi had heard a lot of crazy things on the Bureau, and seen a lot of things no one would otherwise believe, but this was too much. For one thing, the ones who’d brought the complaint didn’t have the look of upstanding citizens, they could pass for Nyxian in the right sort of light. Gummi truly had nothing against Nyxians, it was simply that in this case the right sort of light was after a heavy rainstorm had distributed the mascara a little more evenly.

The complaint as well, it was like something out of a horror movie, one of the really bad ones where you wonder how many small children had had their lunch money taken in order to fund it, and don’t suspect it of being a terribly large number.

“Now, I’d like you to tell me what’s going on one more time,” many people would’ve complained that Gummi’s voice was heavy with suspicion, but only those who didn’t know that his voice was -always- heavy with suspicion when he was in the office, “just so we can make sure that you haven’t forgotten to mention anything important.”

The boy, Gummy glanced down at some papers and inwardly cringed, Aardvark von Stippleton, apparently, started getting indignant. He could tell because of the standing up and shouting, not much of his expression carried through the layers of anti-ballistics makeup. “Why dost thou continue to waste precious time?! We hast already vouchsafed unto thy vassals the nature of our quest!”

Gummy blinked, taken aback for a moment, “My what?” then recovered, covering quickly “Hmm. yes, I have Dee’s incident report right here. And now I’m confirming the details of the situation prior to undertaking an investigation. Is that a problem?” Gummy’s voice was disarmingly quiet. He found it worked better that way, if his voice was disarming they didn’t think about the fact that his hands could be disarming, too.

The boy opened his mouth as if to shout again, but his change of expression suggested that something sharp had just traversed the distance between his kneecap and his ankle. The girl, another glance, Baroness Lucrezia Voidwater, who’d probably just dug the heel of her boot into a sensitive area of her companion probably thought no one would know because the desk was in the way, but that sort of thing tended to show up in the faces they happened to. She smiled in a way that she probably thought made her look intimidatingly polite. It really made her look like she’d had one too many sodas and didn’t know where the restroom was. “We… can understand that things are done differently here, and will gladly explain our situation again if need be.”

Her tone had dripped saccharine, to which Gummy responded with all the tact and charm of a dental drill, “Wonderful, do so. From the beginning.”

Stippy struck a pose of tortured genius. An Eve-be-merciful pose of coreforsaken supposed agony. He also forgot his accent. “The history of our clan is ancient and glorious, stretching back to the-

“Skip that pa... ]]> ~kite-san http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/10255491/ http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/10255491/ Mon, 02 Oct 2006 04:30:45 PDT Chapter 2: Things Can Always Get Worse. Or Better.

Gummi sat alone and silent in the dark. He was nervous, and he was brooding. In other times, or on other worlds, this would be perfectly normal for a policeman on a stakeout, with no clue which particular moment is going to be the one where things go to hell, but in Blue City, where the squadmates of the PKB could vidcom to each other seamlessly with no risk of detection, Gummi’s reticence was a worrying thing.

Light rain sheeted off the Gojulas Giga as it waited crouching in a blind alley, hidden from view except from straight on, but itself with a full view of the front of the Blue City chapel of the Unified Church of Zi. Today was shaping up to be the sort of day that only came along once in a lifetime, a real milestone for civilization. Today some crazy zealot was going to attack a wedding.

Gummi’s palms were slick on the controls of his Zoid as he remembered hours earlier informing those inside of the threat they’d received.

RD had turned pale, and started shaking all over, mumbling something to himself repeatedly, just quietly enough for no one else to have been able to hear it. Gummi hadn’t needed to hear the words, you start to recognize the rhythm of “This can’t be happening,” when you’ve been on the bureau for a while.

Pop’s paranoia had been of use for once, bandages in the briefcase kept Sweet from being in too much trouble. She’d been trimming flowers to assemble the bouquet, but had twitched sharply enough in shock to have cut herself. Instinct made Gummi turn away, she’d bit her lip rather than screaming, which meant it was a minor cut, and so there was no reason for him to get involved when the sight of blood spilt over this madness would just get him more unsettled.

Blake was the real worry. “How dare they! Don’t those insolent fools understand that this is a sacred occasion? Give me their names, I’ll annihilate them myself!”

Gummi was grateful for Dee’s quick reflexes, “Ah, no, you won’t. They’re intent is specifically TO attack the wedding, so we’ll have to ask the wedding party, the whole wedding party, to stay safely inside and let us handle it.” Gummi hid a small sigh of relief, he certainly hadn’t wanted to deal with Blake’s reaction to finding out that the threat was anonymous, and they’d yet to unearth so much as a clue.

Luke took it worst, though. It was a good thing the caterers were honest, he certainly wasn’t in any condition to provide overwatch on them anymore. He was crying hard enough Gummi doubted he could see his hand in front of his face. Helmut was trying to comfort him, which was good. Gummi was certainly on occasion prideful of his own unflappability and capacity to be the port in the storm for others when things went bad, but he knew full well that Blue City’s real champion in that regard wore a mask, not a cowboy hat.
After that, Gummi, Chow, and Dee had gone back outside to take up their respective positions hidden surrounding the church. Which was when the waiting had begun.

Initially, they had talked back and forth, made efforts at false joviality to keep each other’s spirits up like any other stakeout, but a few terse grunts, and eventually, a forcible disconnection of the signal from Gummi had made it patently clear that this time he was quite clearly not in the mood.

A wedding, for Eve’s sake! What kind of sick, twisted, diseased individual would attack a celebration of joy? Who would want to destroy the unification of two people in mind and heart?

What sort of sick people would let them?

Oh, Gummi understood the reasons behind the plan, he just didn’t like them. He didn’t like them at all. He recognized that the city council was getting irritated with the Bureau’s way of doing things, of being willing to arrest first and prove later, and that by letting these… terrorists, whoever they would be when they showed up, at least take one shot, with the PKB recording, there would be no doubt whatsoever of their intentions and their guilt when arrested, no “We were only thinking about it, and had decided not to when we got attacked by those licensed thugs!”

But it did not sit well with him. Sure, if it was a robbery, or trespassing, that’s not a problem, stolen goods can be returned, but stolen happiness? Gummi knew that there were some people who thought that money could replace stolen joy, but he liked to think he knew better. He was fairly certain the group inside this church, a group that had only a few years ago been a pair of factions with one bent on no less than the other’s utter anhillation, yet today were gathered together as friends for a rite of celebration, Gummi was sure that they knew better as well.

Gummi’s eyes strayed to a pair of covered switches, one next to each o... ]]> ~kite-san http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/10255489/ http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/10255489/ Mon, 02 Oct 2006 04:30:18 PDT
The Blue City Peacekeeping Bureau had expanded its arsenal in the neverending battle to protect the peace.

Gummi had been against it from the start, feeling that the PKB did not want, did not need, and above all could not safely and justly utilize such power, but it was too late for such objections.

He looked down at the photograph one last time, and waited, listening for the sounds that would foretell the arrival of one Susan Johansen, newest member of the PKB.

Susan did not pilot some new permutation of Genothingie, bristling with more gun barrels than a shinybob convention.

Nor did she ride the new CAS, the Sodomiticus Liger, known for its capacity to appear behind its enemies from nowhere, and impale them to their very cores.

She was not even symbiotically fused with a resurrected ancient destroyer with 'Death' in the name.

The horror she wrought was more fearsome than these, for all that she drove a mere bug.

No, not a Deamantis, merer than that. Yes, 4-wheels, drive shaft, no core at all. that kind of bug. Blue, with green fuzzy dice on the mirror.

If it helps, she called it "Noctus Schadenfreude", and drove it with an inhumanly vicious skill and cunning that had claimed innumerable lives, even if those lives generally had names like "Foofoo" or "Muffy" or, in one isolated case, "Mr. Snoochycuddlekins."

But every weapon must have its name, and the woman whose eyes seemed to stick out beyond the sides of her head due to the psychotic thickness of her glasses made pale the horror of any configuration of angst-ridden CPGs, for she wielded the most fearsome of them all, and rarest on all of Zi, the MBA.

The Peacekeeping Bureau had hired... an accountant.

And then she arrived. Gummi was suddenly worried about child labor laws. Really, he’d seen children using booster-seats to reach zoid controls, but never had he seen someone so diminutive seeming to expect to shoulder the burdens of a Real Job with the PKB.

He did not think about the fact that, in his perspective from which he used this term, 90% of the population did not in fact have Real Jobs, and merely subsisted on income which they achieved through some osmosis-like process he did not fully comprehend.

He was half-numb as he showed her where her desk was, and where the office supplies were, since despite his best efforts, the PKB had a fair amount of paperwork to do. He wondered why he was doing this, and recalled that it had fallen to him because he was ‘the boss’ and he wasn’t quite sure how or when that had happened.
It must have, Ciao would not lie to him, and she was the one who had said he filled that role. This was especially confusing, as he had always operated under the assumption that there had always, and would always, be someone above him to whom he could pass overcomplicated bucks that came his way.
It made no sense that enough people could have retired and that there was no one to receive them. He was certain that if that were the case, someone would have complained that he hadn’t stopped.

Once he was certain Susan was settled in behind an embankment of processed woodpulp that compressed the sturdiest furniture in the bureau, he returned to his own desk, and his own work. His particular duties meant that this primarily consisted of staring angrily at the telephone, daring it to ring and call in something more substantive to deal with, reading magazines, and eating pastries. He still suspected that they should soon look into clearing out some of the old offices that no one had entered for years in order to give one to Ms. Johansen.

Purely out of respect for the quantities and type of work she did for the Bureau, of course. Nothing whatsoever to do with the fact that he was mentally, physically, and yes, even spiritually disturbed to an incredibly profound extent by her shrill, mousy outcries of “Guylos’ Turducken!” or, “Leapfrogging Nyxian Maypoles!”

In addition, it really tried his nerves when she had asked Ciao to come see something she’d come up with. Nowhere near as much as when Ciao had called out for him to come over and look too, though.

It was not that Gummi did not trust accountants; oh no, no one could ever claim he had said he did not trust accountants. It was more that he did not trust papers, specifically, papers which had numbers or words written down on them. PKB papers were alright, of course, those were different, but those were nice, simple things, that had the important bit in a little blank space that went “arrest ________,” “detain ________,” or, when Gummi was going to have a really good day, “incite ________ to cease and desist all actions outside the supervision of the Peacekeeping Bureau.”

But today had not been such a day, t... ]]> ~kite-san http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/10255457/ http://kite-san.deviantart.com/journal/10255457/ Mon, 02 Oct 2006 04:23:54 PDT
next few entries will not mean squit to anyone who has not at least seen (better if one liked it) Zoids: Fuzors

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