Imbecility is the only label I can apply to having
willingly gone along on a trip with Takashi after the
Sumatra disaster.
{If he keeps grumbling about the Sumatra disaster, we're gonna make you
write it. :) }
Oh, Sumatra is better referred to than read. ^_^
Hmm... Those wanting food for the brain
(And why's everyone talking about Sumatra)
should try to read some Lovecraft...
flaunted them - but it was always there, in the
background.
{I just can't stop thinking about the implied parentage of Soun's
daughters, for some reason...}
Hm... If she is, she was toned down greatly by the time she had Akane.
Having kids would do that, I presume.
(Actually she looked quite a bit like Akane. Then again, so did Taro's
mom...)
And then there were the eight armed guerillas and the
{argh. Had to stop and slay an errant image of octopoid guards, sorry.
Or maybe they'd been forewarned twice? :) Sorry, it's just me, carry
on...}
That might use rewording.
Yep. Might be appropriate for some Sumatra scenes, though.
amazing sentient pond slime that served as the crew. That was
really what spoiled the atmosphere.
...I just can't seem to get over Sumatra. These bits..
Agh. Someone hit me, please!
"Everyone but us seems to have had the pleasure of
meeting him before. Just keep on your toes, Soun. That guy's
dangerous."
"So am I," Soun said, miffed.
"Yes, but Inji's a ravening wolf to your irritated bunny
rabbit. Not the same level of dangerous." Soun began to sputter,
and Genma walked off towards the bow. "Just watch out."
{heh! The cheap shots continue... I guess only Inji can afford expensive
ones. :) }
He's got the expense account. ^_^
Never underestimate Bunny rabbits. You have been warned.
Yup. Genma's strong; slightly more so than Soun, definitely more so than
Nodoka. Kiri, on the other hand, can punch holes in brick if she really
wants to and feels like hurting her fist. She'd be a lot more dangerous if
she were actually a martial artist as opposed to someone who just
graduated with advanced honors from the School of Hard Knocks and Kicks To
The Groin.
...Still, these people have nothing compared to the next generation.
"I didn't mean it like that," Nodoka said, irritated. "I was
serious. My idea of great literature is novels with pink covers
and bare-chested men on the jacket."
{Oh, perfect!}
Nodoka is a simple soul, with a kind heart and a perscription for hormone
surpressants. ^_^
Umm.. figures.
"But Soun's a lot better than a metal sword." Nodoka
turned purple as Kiri frowned thoughtfully. "Well, probably.
Okay, nevermind, stick with the sword."
Nodoka felt her left eye start to twitch rapidly. She
calmly reached for her iaito.
{Oh, dear. It's a little odd how... sensitive... Nodoka is for someone
with her avowed, er, tastes and interests... but I guess it's more who's
saying it. :) }
Well, she's somewhat image consious, and no-one wants to be thought of as
a pervert.
Oh?
Well, at least we now know how she never got any good with the sword
despite carrying it around all the time. But she seems somewhat able now...
Some trauma later on, perhaps?
"Indeed. Now we just must worry about Taka..." Soun
blinked in alarm. "Kasigi! Where did Kuno-san go?"
"Did you, hmm, want something?" Takashi asked.
{ I love the way he does that. }
Takashi knows the Ninja Art of sneaking, and the Python Art of
inspired twithood.
...Or he's related to Xelloss - Whoops, wrong series!
"Oh, the name is just a metaphor, of course. For, hmm,
turnip fertility if I remember the journal article correctly.
Safe as houses."
{ Er, would that be the same journal that got their plane shot down? }
Probably. ^_^
Nomen est Omen ^^
"Even if such a thing existed instead of being a fever-
induced hallucination," Takashi said firmly, "It wouldn't be
"Well, that's something," Genma muttered.
"It would, hmm, be far too frightened by the terrible
hideous powers of the equally imaginary gods sleeping fitfully
beneath the surface, only lightly chained and ready to send any
trespasser into an eternity of soul-tearing agony in the cold
lands of nightmare and shadow, where the mad things of fallen
Tsygh-Shadoth lie chained in stygian darkness gnawing on the
bowels of the damned. But, of course, that's all just silly
native superstition." He beamed. "I'm off to bed. Sleep well! Ta-
ta!"
{ ! }
^_^
...Did you hire Xell for this role?
sure seems like it.
Obviously though, he did have an encounter with the Elder buggers
later on, considering what he is like now.
Inji clucked. "This is getting vexing. Which of you,
exactly, is Nodoka's partner?"
"I am!" Genma said without thinking, and heard Kiri and
Soun say the same thing.
Then he realized exactly what Inji had asked them.
{ Ooops. }
A pity. Their plan would have worked if he was only a complete fool. ^_-
...Or not since Nodoka was obviously found before/during this.
The knife moved faster than his eye could track,
whipping out of Inji's jacket in a silver arc and stabbing
towards his chest. Genma desperately tumbled to the size as
side {?}
Ack.
Funny thing, I read that as "side" the first time.
With a roar, the two surface-to-air missiles intended for
sale to the Viet Cong ignited, lurched once, and then soared
into the inferno, taking the boatload of screaming martial
artists with them.
{ Oh, my. If only you could get the budget to film this. It looks great
projected on the screen of my imagination. :) }
I'd be happy with a manga version. Expect it the same time Hell freezes
over, sadly.
An Indy scene. Definitely.
"More fire to the aft!" he shouted to his gun crew. The
{or perhaps} "Shift your fire to the stern!"
Is that more nautical?
They're not exactly speaking English, there, So i think it's a moot point.
Nope. Definitely not Sumatra.
O_o