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silverthunder) wrote2003-03-18 09:34 am
silverthunder) wrote2003-03-18 09:34 am
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I would be disappointed because of no belly dancing this morning... but I got a new part in a really, really good Yami no Matsuei fanfic. So I'm happy.
However, I have nothing to really report. Not that it'd be all that exciting if I *did* have something to say. I watched some Orphen Revenge and Descendants of Darkness yesterday, and got a bit done in part six of Dragon of Twilight. I'm getting inspiration for another Orphen AU fic already, but I'm going to keep quiet about that one until I'm finished with the one I'm working on.
And we'll see how long that resolve lasts.
Anyway, because I'm bored and have time, here:
Orphen Revenge: Episode Seven
Cleao: "I think I'll be disagreeable."
Licorice: "And I'll get defensive."
Orphen: "Shut up! Get out! Go shopping!"
Cleao: "You said the magic word! I'm outta here."
Majic: "Don't mind me... I'm just going through Orphen's underwear for no good reason."
*Cleao and Licorice argue a lot and then somehow wind up chasing bank robbers*
Majic: Uh-oh, I see black smoke rising. There's a remote possibility it might be Cleao and Licorice, want to go see?
Orphen: No. Now shut up. And get away from the window, there's bound to be a monster attacking before long.
*a monster attacks. Majic is thrown to the ground*
Orphen: What did I tell you?
*they are chased through the street by the monster*
Orphen: Here's where I use a lot of magic to prove I have other spells and then inevitably resort to 'hikari no hakujin'
Majic: My Master is so cool! *fangirl-ish squeal*
*Orphen inevitably miscalculates and the roof caves in on them. Or something. It's hard to see*
Majic: ... or not.
*Cleao and Licorice foil a bank robbery by pulling off an impossible stunt on a little railway cart*
Licorice: It was so much fun courting DEATH that I think we should be best friends from now on!
Cleao: Score! Let's go hop in a bath together.
*And the episode ends with that weird piano music being played by ESPERANZA, whose name we haven't learned yet and who can somehow cart the piano around in her pocket to be played at inappropriate moments*
THE END
I no longer care that I have too much time on my hands, because it's fun.
However, I have nothing to really report. Not that it'd be all that exciting if I *did* have something to say. I watched some Orphen Revenge and Descendants of Darkness yesterday, and got a bit done in part six of Dragon of Twilight. I'm getting inspiration for another Orphen AU fic already, but I'm going to keep quiet about that one until I'm finished with the one I'm working on.
And we'll see how long that resolve lasts.
Anyway, because I'm bored and have time, here:
Orphen Revenge: Episode Seven
Cleao: "I think I'll be disagreeable."
Licorice: "And I'll get defensive."
Orphen: "Shut up! Get out! Go shopping!"
Cleao: "You said the magic word! I'm outta here."
Majic: "Don't mind me... I'm just going through Orphen's underwear for no good reason."
*Cleao and Licorice argue a lot and then somehow wind up chasing bank robbers*
Majic: Uh-oh, I see black smoke rising. There's a remote possibility it might be Cleao and Licorice, want to go see?
Orphen: No. Now shut up. And get away from the window, there's bound to be a monster attacking before long.
*a monster attacks. Majic is thrown to the ground*
Orphen: What did I tell you?
*they are chased through the street by the monster*
Orphen: Here's where I use a lot of magic to prove I have other spells and then inevitably resort to 'hikari no hakujin'
Majic: My Master is so cool! *fangirl-ish squeal*
*Orphen inevitably miscalculates and the roof caves in on them. Or something. It's hard to see*
Majic: ... or not.
*Cleao and Licorice foil a bank robbery by pulling off an impossible stunt on a little railway cart*
Licorice: It was so much fun courting DEATH that I think we should be best friends from now on!
Cleao: Score! Let's go hop in a bath together.
*And the episode ends with that weird piano music being played by ESPERANZA, whose name we haven't learned yet and who can somehow cart the piano around in her pocket to be played at inappropriate moments*
THE END
I no longer care that I have too much time on my hands, because it's fun.