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 Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2005 1:57 am
Natsumi winced as the tip of the pointy fingernail came into contact with her shoulder. "Uh, yeah. I am." She looked around, straining her neck slightly, at the girl. Black hair, chocolate-brown eyes, lots of black clothing. She looked familiar. Natsumi couldn't quite remember where she'd seen her before, however. "Are you a Shinra."
Just then, memory resurfaced. She'd been too busy laughing at Rufus and getting grounded by Sayuki later that she hadn't noticed the scrawny, petite female in the corner, decked out in white and reminding Natsumi vaguely of a horror flick. "Hey. You're Yane?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2005 2:42 pm
Kim watched the scences unfold with amusment clearly written on her face. She never expected this too go smoothly anyhow. She watched as the girls bickered among themselves and slowly got to learn more about each of them as it happened.
She coughed, bringing everyone's attention back to her, "Well, very nice to meet you all. I'm Kim, a fairly new Turk, and I've been given the..." She searched for the right word, "... responsibilty to plan the next company party. I'm really glad you all decided to help me so let's get down to business."
Kim put the paper down on Rufus's desk, spreading it out and gently pushing some of the teddy bears out of the way. The list read:
The Menu
The Room where the party is happening
The Decorations
The Invitations
The Amount of Alcohol
"These guidelines should help us with the party." Kim said, "but I think we have to decide on what kind of dress to wear- formal or informal? Casual?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2005 12:15 am
"Informal or casual," said Natsumi immediately, remembering a nasty occasion involving a floofy pink dress. "Menu; I suggest we go all out and buy up the supermarket. Heidegger's tastes change every week," she said by way of explanation. "Not that I care. I just want chocolate brownies. Decor: gothic."
Yane nodded sagely at the last word.
"Lots of alcohol," put in Eville Shibuya. Wutai Girl smacked her. Natsumi hadn't bothered finding out her name.
"And," interjected Natsumi, who had not objected to the alcohol bit [as she, like Eville, realised it might very well drive a certain redheaded First Division Turk to attend], "maybe we should forget the invitations until we find out who to endite - I mean, invite."
The opening of Everybody's Fool suddenly blared out from Natsumi's bag, loud and clear for everyone to hear - especially Eville Shibuya, who had been poking at the bag. Cursing, Natsumi unzipped the bag, dug around in it for a while, and finally produced her new, candy-bar-style phone. She pressed a button. "Speaking."
"Natsumi?" Her father, Kojiyo, sounded alarmingly matter-of-fact. "Good to know you got a new phone."
"Yeah, thanks. I like it too. Now hurry up, I'm in a meeting. Albeit an informal one."
Kim, Aux, Yane and the now hard-of-hearing Eville observed as the colour slowly drained out of Natsumi's face. "Uh," the girl managed, "please repeat that last sentence. I think I might be going deaf."
On the other end, the slightly singed Kojiyo sighed. "Right. You know the entire family's fascination with fire; us being weapon-forgers? Yes, well, That Girl from Sector 6 came over for a visit just now and now our house is gone."
"That ... Wait, you mean that girl with the sugar highs? Thinks she can become a Turk?"
A shrill of "I CAN" could be heard in the background.
Natsumi eyed Eville Shibuya, realising just who the girl had reminded her of.
"So Bean Kid ... uh, Kanako, set the house on fire."
"That's right," confirmed Kojiyo. "Don't throw the phone."
Natsumi then proceeded to repeatedly bang her head on Rufus' crammed desk. The pink teddy bears did nothing to soften the impact. Everyone stared, wondering if Natsumi was sane or not.
Finally, Natsumi Miyagawa grabbed the phone again to speak. "So you're going to be moving into my 3,000,000-gil apartment?" The poor woman sounded as if she was going to cry. Not unreasonably so. The thought of a violent, hyperactive little brother being let loose on an expensive, plush apartment was sheer hell.
"Most likely. Oh, and by the way, Kanako Tomoda's heading over to the Shin-Ra building. Yes, it's the same Kanako Tomoda who burned the house. DON'T THROW THE PHONE!"
Too late. Half of the phone was embedded in the door. The phone would never be used again.
"Phone abuse," sighed Yane Shinra.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2005 4:23 am
Aux crossed herself, albeit not being of Roman Catholic descent, and openly expressed for the condolences she felt for the poor, defenceless phone. It had no right, it had no say. It shouldn't have deserved to die that way. Potato-Spiller looked oddly panicky- white as Yane, in fact-
"What's going on," asked Eville in a hushed holy tone like a vicar.
Yane had shrugged, pulled out a voodoo doll from her cargo-pants pocket, a safety pin, and red string, and started to poke said voodoo doll through the stomach, then through the heart, then through the head, all this while saying, "I pulled Death out of my Tarot deck today. Three guesses to our impending Apocalyspe." And she stabbed the doll through the butt.
Aux winced. Sometimes that girl scared her.
As if on cue, thunder crashed, ala Ghost Hotel@Gold Saucer, lightning forked in blue streaks across the sky, and a deluge of pelting raindrops fell from the heavens.
"Are you sure you didn't get Rufus or someone to climb up the roof to apply lighting effects on that window?" began a thoroughly freaked Eville, who had began poking at the contents of the bag which belonged to the Great Natsumi.
"No. Would you like me to throw you up there to see?" asked Yane, extracting what looked like an Eville plushie and a long length of rope. Eville shook her head vigorously.
"Guys, I think someone's coming..." wavered Kim, staring at the door. Natsumi gave a squeak.
Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.
He or she didn't sound so happy.
Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.
"If you don't get out of the way you will be eaten by a giant pig! I can see it! I can!"
Yane merely stringed the voodoo doll. Tighter...tighter... and the lights went out. Eville screamed. "WE'RE DEAD~! WE'RE DEAD WE'RE DEAD WE'RE DEAD! KILL ME! I'm dead." She then circled a spot, dramatically, before choosing to flop on the marble floor on her side. "I'm dead."
Lightning striked. Cats howled. Thunder rumbled. At the door stood Kanako Tomoda, as blonde as ever.
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Evillusionized Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2005 1:50 pm
Kim stared hopelessly at the scene in front of her- things went from bad to worse! She could hardly guess what would happen next. All she knew was that the dress style would be informal. Gawd, they had a long way to go....
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 12:38 am
Natsumi stared at the new arrival. Kanako stared back; slightly longish, pixie-cut locks falling into wide eyes, giving her a somewhat innocent look - although heavens knew the girl was anything BUT. Kim just stared and wondered if the Mental Health Ward was still open.
One second. Then Kanako Tomoda waved like a celebrity to the populace and stomped in [she was wearing two-sizes-too-big combat boots], whistling and brandishing something that caught what little light there was from the hallway. Something that looked suspiciously like ...
"TOMODA!" Natsumi's screech could have woken the dead. As it was, a couple of meandering souls in the Lifestream looked up, wondering what on Gaia that horrible noise was. Natsumi raised a quivering finger, the pointy purple tip looking very menacing in the darkness. The said 'Tomoda' did not look intimidated - nor, in fact, very interested at all. "YOU ... YOU ... "
"Ye-ah?" Kanako articulated in a bored tone, stretching the 'e' as she brandished her stolen weapon.
"YOU STOLE MARAUDER~!"
"So?" The 'o', like the 'e', was elongated.
"MY SWORD." Natsumi looked on the verge of a breakdown. "The family heirloom!"
"Technically it ain't your sword." Several swift strokes of said sword beheaded the pink teddy bears on the table. Kanako leapt lithely up onto said table, swept the decapitated teddy bears onto the floor and into various places like Yane's face and Aux's stomach, and lay sprawled out on the polished wood; using the biggest headless teddy bear's stomach as a pillow. "Ahh. Peace."
"You filthy little brat!" hissed Natsumi. Not technically true since Kanako was in fact older, but sugar and the girl didn't actually mix.
Yane flung the bear away, disgusted [it landed on Eville, thus leading her to hug it in reflex], and eyed her adoptive cousin. Now this was more of the Natsumi she remembered.
Kanako cracked one eye open. The other was shut tight. "Really. So what does that make you? Speaking of which ... I haven't seen that silver-headed SOLDIER around here for a while. He still work here?"
"If you must know, General Sephiroth was in therapy for a month after your first meeting with him. And now, nobody knows where he is."
"Your not s'posed to start your sentences with an 'and', y'know that, Natsumi-chan?"
"It's. Pronounced. Nat. Zi. Mi. Get it right, you little [bleep]."
"Now, who's the potty-mouthed slums brat now, Nat-zi-mi?"
"You shut up."
At the rate they were going, the party would never be planned, thought Aux, irate. The teddy bears HURT.
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2005 3:02 pm
Kim watched helplessly as a new character joined in, taking up more space in the President's office. Kim grimaced as sparks flew between all of them.
Suddenly, she lost her last nerve. Kim slammed her hands down on the desk, making it wobble at impact. Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at her with confusion. "Okay," She breathed, "I'm going to down the cafeteria for some air. When ever you guys cool down, come find me." She nodded at the ground, a smile at her face, proving she recovered quickly. She picked up her brainstorming paper and walked out the door.
Deeply breathing to calm her nerves, she walked down the hallway. On her way, she met Reeve, who was probably planning to do the same thing as she. He noticed her down the hall, and smiled a knowing smile, "So, you need a soda?" He knew she didn't drink coffee.
"Darn right I do!" Kim squealed, running to catch up with him. She and Reeve had known eachother of a while, eversince she first worked for Shinra. One day, Kim was piled with work, including reports that Reno pushed onto her nad she went to the cafeteria to eat and work. She was so stressed out, she had no idea that she picked the same table as Reeve, who usually hung out in the cafeteria working, rather than a stuffy office. They quickly bacame friends and work buddies- hanging out and complaining about work while trying to get it done.
She linked arms with him out of pure joy seeing him again. (Hasn't seen him since she became a Turk.)
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2005 5:11 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2005 3:34 pm
((Eh? I'm missing something.... sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2005 3:23 am
[[ As am I. But thanks anyway Wydda. The following is vaguely third-person. ]]
"Yane." Natsumi's voice was not its usual off-key alto, but rather a soprano-pitched hiss. Her fingernails were digging into her palm, looking as if they would be drawing blood any moment now. "Tranquillizers. Need. Give ... !"
The goth stared warily at her seething cousin, abandoned her mutilated voodoo doll and reached into Aux's pocket for some of said tranquillizers, passing them cautiously to Natsumi - who, incidentally, looked to be foaming at the mouth. Eyes glinting evilly, a la Shin-Ra family, Natsumi snatched it, aimed and within seconds Kanako Tomoda lay snoring on the floor.
Somewhere in the distance, a victory theme played.
Quickly Natsumi got up, and retrieved her sword from the prostrate blonde. She straightened and scanned her surroundings. Hm. So Rufus had a store cupboard. Very nice and metallic, too, with sliding door. Excellent.
" ... you. Bluehead. Help me," here Natsumi stabbed Kanako rather viciously, "with this creature here."
The two sane people in the room looked on as Eville Shibuya assisted Natsumi Miyagawa [real name Shin-Ra - long story there] in her Quest to Tie Kanako Tomoda Up and Shove Her In Rufus Shin-Ra's Store Cupboard. Said Tomoda was carefully concealed by piles upon piles of headless pink teddies. Rufus would have an unpleasant surprise the next time he entered his office.
"... uh," said Yane intelligently, after a long, stunned pause, filled with gigantic anime sweatdrops. Nobody blamed her for a lack of witty comebacks; this was usually what happened when Yane encountered crazy/stupid/both scenes.
And Natsumi, after all, was scary when her Shin-Ra Insanity Gene came out. Said girl was now looking as if she was resisting the urge to cackle evilly, a la numerous cliched villains out of B-movies.
Aux shuddered and crossed herself. Again.
"So," ventured Natsumi once she'd calmed down sufficiently. "Maybe someone should go look for that Kim?"
Natsumi's conscience squealed in delight. Natsumi slapped it away. Bruised and thoroughly battered, the conscience, irritated by its patron ego, hibernated once more.
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2005 3:30 am
BUAHAHAHAOFCOURSEWEDOHACKCOUGHHACKCOUGH ...am dead. x.x
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2005 1:38 pm
Evillusionized BUAHAHAHAOFCOURSEWEDOHACKCOUGHHACKCOUGH ...am dead. x.x Yesh... @_@ Well, let's continue.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 7:51 pm
... Not me. I have no idea WHAT to do. >.> Ehh. Supposedly somebody-other-than-Natsumi went off to go search for Kim. Problem is, even I don't know WHO went off to go search for Kim.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 10:13 pm
Anybody alive in this thread?
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2005 12:29 pm
EvilExpressions Anybody alive in this thread? I'm waiting for someone else to get posting besides the two of us. sweatdrop
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