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| Sentenal's Bright Idea; A New Year's fic | |
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| Rin | Jan 14 2009, 06:44 PM Post #61 |
TOTALLY A MAN
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That's lovely, Greth ^^ Sorry this took so long guys. Not been motivated due to...not being motivated. Also the super heat of Aussie summer. I might update twice today though. Chapter 8: Jan 3 – Going my way? /raise After a miraculous recovery time in the nearby hospital, Reaver, having been curb stomped by Sentenal, a man twice his size, returned to the hotel for the last day of the convention, begrudgingly grunting at the bellboys trying to relieve him of his IV. DSie and Hollie were waiting for him by the elevator, somewhat blue and frostbitten from what skin he could see under their many layers. What did you expect? They went swimming in winter. Not really caring since he was in worse condition just a couple of nights ago, Reaver simply entered the elevator without a word, the other too stiffly following him. “What’d everyone do last night?” Reaver said finally as they passed floor 16. “We all played a huge game of poker,” DSie answered, teeth chattering a little. “There were sixteen decks of cards in play.” Indeed there were. See, Leon, the only competent staff member who actually cared or was sober (luckily), had managed to coordinate and moderate a mass game of strip poker. Well, moderate is used loosely. It took like half an hour to decide who actually lost. There was far too much debate about who should win out of the identical losing hands that both Lucas and Hakado had obtained, but neither side could rally up any support for their cause because frankly no one wanted to see them take ANY of it off. In the end, they had gotten past two rounds of poker in about five hours (factoring in seating, shuffle time, dinner, dealing, the round itself, and recollecting the cards that only SOMEHOW ‘fell’ into the pool around which they played). So everyone went to bed at 1AM, but since we all know Americans don’t actually sleep until unholy hours of the morning the hotel was only truly quiet by 4: 17AM exactly, as recorded by exhausted hotel management. The elevator pinged them onto floor 20, and they exited, the girls going ahead to open Reaver’s door for him, a task that took longer than needed since neither could keep their hands from shaking and in the end Reaver had to do it anyway. Kovu was inside, room 2015, ready to greet them all with warm cups of hot chocolate and dainty little cupcakes with sprinkles and fairy wings cut from strawberries. “Whoa, Kovu, did you make these?” DSie asked, charmed by the adorable morsels. Kovu shook his head and pointed at Blank who was totally trying to hide his face in embarrassment. He must’ve thought looking like he was deeply interested in reading a book on folding cute little origami animals in pastel colored paper would make him look less gay. NAH MAN I’M TOTALLY KIDDAN ILU ROFL!! Seriously, though. DSie and Hollie gratefully took a mug and a cupcake each, but Reaver informed everyone he was unable to consume pretty much anything but water as instructed by his doctor. “What was your resolution anyway?” Hollie asked him suddenly. “Take care of my health,” Reaver frowned. Out of all the pieces of paper in that bowl, he took the only one that was modeled after a really boring and generic resolution. And he’d already failed. “Well I say it doesn’t count if you hadn’t even read it before you…were hurt,” DSie said, unsure if she wanted to eat the adorable cupcake. Suddenly, she wasn’t even holding the cupcake anymore. Harem had removed his anonymous status and was appearing visible for the first time during the convention. Heck, for the first time in like three years. Just don’t ask what he was doing in their apartment because I don’t know. You’ll ruin the moment. “Harem, you’re here?” Hollie half-squealed in surprise. “For the cupcakes,” Harem answered, stealing the plate and exiting through the door again. Now, I could go on with the happenings of room 2015, but they’re actually boring so let’s talk about Harem. See, Harem had arrived at the convention with Sentenal, and he was in fact in the same room as the boys in 3512 (Feez, PR, PZ, Phil and Sent), but because he was so used to being invisible on FEFF, that carried on at the convention. No one knew if he actually did anything as admin and co-organiser of the convention, let alone if he was around at all. I mean, what the hell was he doing when his room mates were celebrating the New Year and making the bowl and stuff? Anyway, so now he was heading back to the leisure floor 8 with a plate of stolen cupcakes. The elevator pinged open, and he was only mildly horrified to see HI_alchemist and Ayanami standing there with =D faces looking almost permanently etched into their features. “HI!!” Ayanami greeted enthusiastically. “Yes?” HI_a answered, not registering that it was a greeting. “No not you, HI,” Ayanami laughed and patting him on the shoulder. “What’s your name?” Ayanami asked Harem. Somehow he didn’t know who the admin of FEFF was. Harem didn’t answer and reluctantly got into the elevator, but slammed on the button for floor 8 with such fierceness that if it were a pressure point someone’s head would’ve exploded and PR would’ve been proud. “OMIGOSH Are those cupcakes!?!?!?!?11?!?!!?!?1!?!?” Ayanami squealed in delight seeing the plate. “Uh…no,” Harem answered, inching the plate away from him. “These are…tiny hand-grenades.” “No they’re not,” HI_a challenged taking a closer look himself. “I do grafitti of hand grenades sometimes and they so don’t look like that at all.” “They’re in disguise,” Harem improvised getting worried at them drawing closer to him. “They’re…pretending to be lolis.” See now that was a silly thing to say. “WAAAAAIII!!” Ayanami squealed again like a little Japanese Harajuku cosplayer. They have a specific squeal now, don’t you know. “I’M A LOLI TOO!! I LOVE HAND-GRENADES!!” “Wait, Aya!!” HI_a shouted suddenly, slapping Ayanami’s hand away from the cupcake ‘grenades’. “Remember the resolution you got from Sentenal? You’re supposed to be manly now!” Ayanami slapped a hand to his mouth. “Oh noes, I almost forgot!” HI_a took his hand and made him slap himself on the forehead instead. “Thanks, HI,” Ayanami said in gratitude. HI_a folded his arms and nodded in pride. “Just follow my lead,” HI_a told him. “You’ll do this easy. I’ll make it my resolution to teach you!” The elevator pinged for floor 8. That was the most heavenly sound Harem had ever heard in his life. “Wait, you haven’t told us your name yet!” Ayanami called after him with a forced deep voice as Harem went invisible again and dashed from the elevator. |
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| +Hollie | Jan 14 2009, 06:48 PM Post #62 |
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Much lulz were had, Rin. Also, that sounds exactly like me. I'm so nesh. |
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| Rin | Jan 14 2009, 06:49 PM Post #63 |
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Whoa seriously? I just had a stab in the dark there XD |
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| Psiwri | Jan 14 2009, 08:49 PM Post #64 |
Too Many Words
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Enigmatic. |
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| Sentenal | Jan 14 2009, 11:02 PM Post #65 |
When you can't make them see the light, make them feel the heat.
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| K' | Jan 15 2009, 12:22 AM Post #66 |
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make me proud someone blow someone up with a pressure point |
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| Rin | Jan 21 2009, 05:06 PM Post #67 |
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I'm really REALLY sorry T___T Chapter 9 – Jan 3: Penis The final day of the convention was drawing to a close, and everyone was packed and ready to leave the next day. There was a lingering feeling of sorrow, and annoyance, and despair and…well altogether downness. For some it was a joyful parting from certain individuals, but for others it was the beginning of a horror worse than being the last man alive with no food. I speak of course of PR who still had to live near Laharl for a while. For now, however, everyone had gathered to a restaurant down the road from the hotel for a last dinner with friends and enemies. “Hey, this menu’s pretty good,” PZ commented, scanning it with an approving nod. Feez, PR, Phil and Iris agreed to this since the menu was undeniably incredible with all its options. “I think I’m gonna go for some kind of chicken.” Suddenly, a very very bright, possibly last-minute-torturing induced, idea came to Sentenal and he was so very very excited that he stood up from their table and charged into the kitchen. They waited a bit for him to come back but he didn’t so they ordered their food from a passing waiter, completely disregarding Sentenal’s pick. He was in the kitchen anyway, he could tell the head chef. “This turned out to be a pretty good convention,” Feez decided as they waited. “Should’ve been longer though.” “Yeah, then I wouldn’t have wasted a whole trip here for just three days of this thing,” Iris agreed. “Maybe you should’ve come earlier then,” PZ suggested, trying to ignore the feeling of impending doom as Laharl drew closer to their table. “Ok, everybody stay calm. Especially you, PR.” “Hi, what’s u--” PR slammed his head onto the table, cracking his plate in two and sending everyone else’s plates in the air a bit. “Ok…” Laharl said slowly, not even thinking that he was the problem. “So I was looking for Sentenal. I was talking to my parents and they said the Mt Everest climb was a good idea.” At this, everyone’s face lit up, except PR’s which was kinda like theirs just bloodier because of the whole head slam thing, y’know? “When’re you going!?!?!?!” PZ almost yelled, his voice breaking mid-sentence from excitement. “In like four weeks,” Laharl answered. “We still gotta go to Torrence.” PR slammed his head onto the table again. Minutes later, the waiters had cleared the table of all the smashed plates, bloodied napkins and Laharl, and had given PR a plastic plate. Just in case. “Y’know, PR, the paper said you weren’t allowed to punch him, but you’re allowed to kick him,” Feez told him as their appetizers were brought out. Sentenal returned with a massive grin on his face as PR rejoiced at this realization he would’ve picked up in real life, but apparently not until now. “Guys, I just want to make sure all of you finish your goals and resolutions,” he said, sitting. “So I want you all to report back to me at the end of every week.” “Won’t we just naturally do that every time we talk?” PZ asked. “Well, yes,” Sentenal agreed. “Anyway, I’ve already started on mine.” He dug into his pocket and pulled out a copy of ‘Horton Hears a Who’. “What the fuck? That’s not a play,” Phil commented. “Yeah, Sent, if you hadn’t noticed, that’s a limerick book,” PZ agreed, trying not to laugh at the image of Sentenal reading a Dr Seuss book. “It was made into a stage play, so it counts,” Sentenal replied looking very smug. “Like I said, I’ll be done in like a week.” “Fine, read that one, but after this, you need to read real plays or it’s not fair,” Feez ordered with his Feezus Christ authority. To this, Sentenal shrugged an agreement. “I need to get Guitar Hero,” Feez continued. “By your second day, you’ll probably be seeing Guitar Hero everywhere you go,” Iris told him. She’d had the experience and it was quite frustrating to say the least. “Especially if you’re trying to beat ‘Through the Fire and Flames’.” At this, PR and PZ laughed as Hollie drew near. “He doesn’t need two days. He’ll have finished this in an hour. For he is a bro,” PR declared, pumping a brofist with all the guys there. Except Sentenal who was not a bro since he was clearly a penis. “Hi, guys,” Hollie greeted, interrupting the broment. “Hey, Hollie,” Iris greeted in return. “How’s that fic going?” Hollie shrugged. “Well I’m not sure really. I have this great idea and I start to write, but I’m never happy with it so I start again. It’s a vicious cycle,” she answered. “I actually came here to ask you, Sentenal, if you’ve seen Reaver.” Sentenal shrugged casually and sat back on his chair. “Not since I curb-stomped him. He’s probably lying dead somewhere.” “Very funny,” Hollie replied sarcastically. “Well, DSie’s gone to look for him outside, so I’ll go help her.” Hollie started for the door. “Oh, and Crysta and Soja want to have a go at this bowl thing,” she added on her way. This was very pleasing to Sentenal he threw his hands up in the air and grinned so broadly he looked absolutely hideous. At that moment, Crysta and Soja had come to their table, throwing greetings in every direction. Behind them tagged Lucas and Asvel, constantly bickering although it was too obvious they still liked each other. What a weird couple, geez. “YOU WANNA CHECK OUT MY BOWL!?!?” Sentenal squeaked in delight, reaching into his pants. Everyone around the table screamed and jumped back away from him, toppling chairs and barely missed passing waiters, who also jumped back out of surprise. However, Sentenal was simply pulling out the bowl of destiny. “What is it?” You know the drill there so I’ll leave you hanging for like another chapter and talk about Psio. On the other side of the restaurant, Psio was stressing out. He had decided not long after he got his pick of the draw that he’d get it over and done with as soon as possible. Therefore, that night he was trying to flirt with this one waitress who was serving the table he, Yzarc, Rock, Merk who was there for some reason, Reaver, Hollie and DSie sat on. Previously, he was given advice from the girls, but since they left to find Reaver who left for the restroom, went the wrong way and never returned, he was left to the tutoring of the great master Yzarc. …Feezus Christ, save us all. The waitress again emerged with a fresh jug of coke for them since everyone had pitched in to finish the first to give Psio an excuse to call her back. Reaver had helped the most. “Ok, remember, play it cool, be a gentleman, and kinda brush your crotch against her a little,” Yzarc advised poorly. “I don’t think that’s a good idea…” Merk remarked a little too late. “Here’s your coke,” she said hesitantly, already aware of Psio’s antics. “O-oh lemmehelpyouwiththat,” Psio said as he stood really quickly. He took the coke from her, sweaty palms wiping over hers making her cringe a little. He put it down on the table and kinda…stood there for a second. Yzarc made and pelvic thrust action on his seat. So, awkwardly, Psio grabbed the waitress by the shoulders and, I dunno, rubbed himself against her. Wtf. Needless to say, Psio was curled up in a ball on the floor in milliseconds, his balls now ovaries. “I’ll go and get you some extra ice,” the waitress said with enough ice in her voice already. Yzarc, who was sighing with Merk and Rock facepalming behind him, stood and took her by the elbow gently. He looked down at Psio with a meaningful look that said “this is how it’s done” and began to work his ‘magic’. “Sorry about that, my friend doesn’t know how to deal with women,” he explained to the waitress who now glared at him. “He was especially taken by such a pretty young woman like you.” The waitress’s ice warmed a little. “W-well, I suppose I can let that police report go then…” “That’d be great,” Yzarc said with a big smile. He pulled her back to the table. “So, wanna tell us a bit about yourself?” It was at this point that the waitress noticed his crotch. And then she was his. Wtf I can’t believe that worked. In MY fic. D= Anyway, a while later, the main course was about to be served, and PZ was ready to eat, having chosen something incredible. Chicken wrapped in bacon. “This is going to be the most incredible dinner ever,” Sentenal said through his ginormous grin. Nods all around. “My chicken wrapped in bacon is pretty manly,” PZ said, mentally ticking one off his list. “No it’s not,” Sentenal replied, mentally erasing his mentally ticked off goal. “But…” HUGE HUGE HUGE grin now. “But…what…?” PZ asked, glaring with such suspicion his vision drilled holes in the wall fifty meters behind Sentenal. It was a big restaurant, what can I say? Sentenal didn’t have time to explain however as the meals were brought out. Everyone got their orders, perfect and beautiful (Iris took pictures of the food <3). However, a large trying-to-be-inconspicuous gathering of waiters and waitresses formed around their particular table, making excuses to watch them. This greatly confused everyone there except Sentenal, who still wore a disgusting smile. Then the head chef emerged from the itchen sporting the proudest smile in history carrying a plate full of god knows what. “Oh, Mr Steven Nguyen, yes?” he addressed PZ. “Thank you, thank you, I’ve always wanted to make this meal and you’ve finally come for it.” PZ was very confused. “Chicken wrapped in bacon…?” “Nonono, hahaha!!” the chef chortled. “This, Mr Nguyen.” He pushed aside the plate of chicken wrapped in bacon and put the plate he was holding down on the table before PZ. Everyone drew closer to take a look. Suddenly, PZ looked so horrified, he was frozen to the spot. “Dude…is that a…?” Phil asked, looking sick. “Yes! This is horse penis!” the chef declared. Sentenal was laughing so hard. In fact, he was literally rolling on the floor laughing his ass off. The waiters around them, who had gotten past the shock of the news were trying to hold back their laughter, but all the restaurant guests were either horrified, sick to their stomach, or fainted. “Please, try it and let me know how it tastes!” the chef pleaded with PZ, ignoring the other customers. “I’m not eating that!” PZ squeaked. “Dude, it’s over a foot long, it’s the manliest thing you could eat,” Sentenal explained through fits of laughter. PZ would hate Sentenal for the rest of his life. And probably Iris too. Though technically he didn’t know why. And so, since the chef was watching (he didn’t care about anyone else because they sucked) and he didn’t want to be rude, PZ took his fork, stabbed at a piece and… To be continued.... |
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| PhantomZero | Jan 21 2009, 05:21 PM Post #68 |
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A NEW WORLD ORDER ~Known as PhantomZero, Mr. Noogen, Yosuke Hanamura | |
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| K' | Jan 21 2009, 05:56 PM Post #69 |
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OH MY SHIT GODDAMN LOL HORSE PENIS |
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| Sentenal | Jan 21 2009, 06:11 PM Post #70 |
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| Ryotaro Dojima | Jan 21 2009, 06:43 PM Post #71 |
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well at least I showed up... |
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| Sentenal | Jan 21 2009, 07:03 PM Post #72 |
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| PhantomZero | Jan 21 2009, 07:34 PM Post #73 |
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A NEW WORLD ORDER ~Known as PhantomZero, Mr. Noogen, Yosuke Hanamura | |
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| +Hollie | Jan 22 2009, 11:22 AM Post #74 |
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LMAO Oh man, poor PZ. |
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| Greth | Jan 22 2009, 04:36 PM Post #75 |
fuck all y'all
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