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Friday went well enough. The lab manuals for my Rocks For Jocks class finally came in. Now I'm just waiting for the Doctor Who season finale (Wooo!). I'm a little leery, though; I heard McCarty's fire alarm go off earlier tonight (Yay! I wasn't in it!) and I'm just kinda on the edge of my seat waiting for Hansee's turn, because we were supposed to have a fire drill earlier this week but....it never came. Hmmmmm.
Two memesstolen borrowed from tinuviel, because I was bored while waiting for Doctor Who. Plus, fanfiction under the second lj-cut, because I felt like making this a multi-purpose post.
1st Meme:
Open your playlist, pick songs that start with each letter of your username, but, the songs have to mean something to you. Don't just pick a song because it starts with a letter in your username. Post the list to your journal.
Face and the Ghost (the Children's Song) by Live
Fallen by Sarah McLachlan
Just Might (Make Me Believe) by Sugarland
Unpretty by TLC
Nobody Wants to Be Lonely (Remix) by Ricky Martin feat. Christina Aguilera
Kiss the Girl from The Little Mermaid
If Everyone Cared by Nickelback
Everything You Want by Vertical Horizon
These are optional, since they're part of my username but the songs are merely ones I like, nothing "special," though they are still special to me. Get it? No? That's okay.
4Ever by The Veronicas
24 by Jem
2nd Meme:
Y O U ... C A N ... O N L Y ... T Y P E ... O N E ... W O R D !
N O ... E X P L A N A T I O N S !
Not as easy as you might think...
And "Uhhhh" or "Ummm" doesnt count...
1. Yourself: content
2.Your bf/gf: nonexistent
3. Your hair? straight
4. Your mother? demanding
5. Your Father: absent
6. Your Favorite Item: PS2!!
7. Your dream last night: BIZARRE
8. Your Favorite drink: Pepsi
9. Your Dream Car: Blue
10. The Room You Are In: Single
11. Your current relationship: Fandoms
12. Your fear? Falling
13. Where you want to be in 10 years? Happy
14. Who are you hanging out with today? Nikki!
15. What You're Not: Struggling
16. Your Best Friends: Somewhere
17. One of Your Wish List Items: Libraries
19. The Last Thing You Did: Ate
20. What You Are Wearing: Clothing....
21. Your Favorite Weather: Warm
22. Your Favorite Book: Dirk
23. The Last Thing You Ate: Chimichanga
24. Your Life: (at the moment) Smooth
25. Your Mood: positive
26. Your body: fine..?
27. What are you thinking about right now: Fanfiction
28. Your Crush: Fictional
29. What are you doing at the moment: Waiting
30. Your summer schedule: Chaos
And here's the fourth chapter to First Steps.
Disclaimer: Mortal Kombat doesn’t belong to me. I’m sure all MK fans out there are supremely relieved by that.
Title: First Steps
Author: me (ffjunkie42 or, on ff.net, sagdragon3002)
Genre: MK, general.
Rating: PG (K+ if you go by ff.net's thing)
Summary: The Defenders of Earth Realm first met Raiden two years ago, when the first official Kombat of their generation began...Or did they? Written in a series of ficlets.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 5
Chapter 4: Curiosity Never Killed Wolves: Nightwolf
----------------------------------------
LiuSubzeroSonyaJaxNightwolfStrykerKitana
Moving eastward was a relief for Raiden, though he was heading into territory that was less kind toward Chinese deities. One for the reason that most were monotheists and believed in “God” and for another that, if they didn’t believe in God, they might not believe in him.
The Pacific Northwest was beautiful, Raiden knew from previous visits. The one downside was the monotonous, continuous, drenching rain that presided over the lands a great majority of the time.
With a sigh Raiden forwent his typical robes for waterproof gear, particularly his coolie hat that kept the rain from dripping into his face. Carefully making his way through eastern Washington, Raiden homed in on the aura of the Chosen One.
He came upon a small tepee placed under the protection of tree branches, where the ground was dry and firm. Cinders burned, waiting until the creator fed the fire with more tinder and wood. From inside the tepee sounds of yips intermixed with laughter.
Maybe this will turn out easier than last time, Raiden thought hopefully, calling out softly, “Hello!”
The flap entrance flew open, emitting a mid-sized bundle of muscles, fur, and snapping jaws. Following the wolf was the tip of an arrow, nocked in the bow by a Native American boy.
Or maybe this will turn out about the same as all the other times.
In spite of their belligerent welcome, the wolf came no nearer to him and the boy didn’t lease the arrow. Raiden tried alleviating the tension with a smile and some humor. “Does your tribe always condone hostility against old men looking for shelter from the rain?”
“Only to protect my companion and myself,” the boy answered evenly, though he relaxed the bowstring. “Who are you?”
“As I said,” Raiden replied, settling himself on the far side of the fire, making certain that the rain wouldn’t drip onto the back of his neck, “I’m an old man looking for shelter. I heard you and your companion, and hoped you would allow me to share your fire.”
He held his fingers out to the wolf in order to appease the guard. Warily the wolf sniffed Raiden’s fingers, sneezing and retreating behind the boy with whimpers.
The boy glared at Raiden. “Kiva says you smell wrong. Not human. What are you?”
Raiden blinked. “Impressive. You can communicate with...Kiva, was it?”
“Best in my tribe at it,” the boy pulled the bow taut again. “What are you?”
“I’m not your enemy,” Raiden answered. “In fact, I hope to bring you a future full of honor and adventure.”
The boy tilted his head. “Cryptic.”
“It’s my specialty.”
“You’re a god.”
Trying not to flinch, Raiden asked, “How do you figure?”
“It’s the only answer Kiva can come up with.”
Cursing himself for forgetting the companion, Raiden sighed. “Alright, I’m a god. Can your companion identify anything else about me? Just so that I don’t insult you or embarrass myself with knowledge you already have.”
The boy eyed him, lowering his bow reluctantly. “No, nothing else. He says you smell of ozone, though.”
Well, there are some small graces left in the world. “Tell me boy, what’s your name?”
The boy cocked his head. “Aren’t gods supposed to be omniscient? That’s what all the elders say.”
“Humor me.”
Obviously disappointed, the boy slipped out of the tepee and sat before the fire, across from Raiden. “Nightwolf. This is Kiva,” he added uselessly as the wolf butted the boy before clambering into his lap. “You’re getting too big to do that. I want to be the shaman of my tribe when I grow up, is my ‘future full of honor and adventure’ related to that at all?”
Curious little impudent child. “Becoming shaman is immaterial to the future I have in mind for you. Perhaps helpful, but I have nothing to confide in you about that.”
Nightwolf sighed sadly. “Oh well. I tried. Can you at least tell me if I have happiness in my future?”
Raiden glowered at him. “I may be a god, but seeing into the future is not my faculty.”
“Then what is?”
Little rat. “If you keep pressing me, you’ll find out.”
“So then you’re a war-based god? Or elemental? Father said there were many of you among the pantheon, but you don’t look like any of the gods we have on our—”
Patience slowly lost as Nightwolf narrowed down his identity, Raiden moved imperceptibly behind him and ran a jolt through the boy, the wolf sitting in his lap falling to the same fate. Nightwolf collapsed against his torso.
Damn inquisitive little child. I can already tell I’ll have plenty of headaches when this one grows up and knows even more. Nonetheless, as Raiden marked the boy as he had with the previous two, the god smiled. It’ll make for an interesting Kombat, that’s for certain.
When the boy woke up the next morning to bright sunshine, the god had disappeared. Kiva whined at his side, licking his face when he sat up. Spotting something new among his belongings, Nightwolf took the object and examined it.
The bow was made not from typical bone or wood, but of a hollow, flexible material. When he concentrated, he could fuse his chi into the material and an arrow would materialize from the green glow. Pulling back the string and aiming, Nightwolf fired the chi-arrow fifty yards, a personal best he could never have accomplished with his other bow.
Eyeing the bow respectfully, Nightwolf cut off the flow of chi and slung his new bow over his shoulder. He paid his respects to the skies, the only place he could think of that the deity would return to. Collapsing his tepee and stamping out the cinders, he whistled to Kiva and started off for the tribe.
Next time I see him, I’ll ask him how he made the bow. I’m sure he’ll love explaining that to me.
Gentlemen, you can't fight in here! This is the War Room! --Dr. Strangelove
Two memes
1st Meme:
Open your playlist, pick songs that start with each letter of your username, but, the songs have to mean something to you. Don't just pick a song because it starts with a letter in your username. Post the list to your journal.
Face and the Ghost (the Children's Song) by Live
Fallen by Sarah McLachlan
Just Might (Make Me Believe) by Sugarland
Unpretty by TLC
Nobody Wants to Be Lonely (Remix) by Ricky Martin feat. Christina Aguilera
Kiss the Girl from The Little Mermaid
If Everyone Cared by Nickelback
Everything You Want by Vertical Horizon
These are optional, since they're part of my username but the songs are merely ones I like, nothing "special," though they are still special to me. Get it? No? That's okay.
4Ever by The Veronicas
24 by Jem
2nd Meme:
Y O U ... C A N ... O N L Y ... T Y P E ... O N E ... W O R D !
N O ... E X P L A N A T I O N S !
Not as easy as you might think...
And "Uhhhh" or "Ummm" doesnt count...
1. Yourself: content
2.Your bf/gf: nonexistent
3. Your hair? straight
4. Your mother? demanding
5. Your Father: absent
6. Your Favorite Item: PS2!!
7. Your dream last night: BIZARRE
8. Your Favorite drink: Pepsi
9. Your Dream Car: Blue
10. The Room You Are In: Single
11. Your current relationship: Fandoms
12. Your fear? Falling
13. Where you want to be in 10 years? Happy
14. Who are you hanging out with today? Nikki!
15. What You're Not: Struggling
16. Your Best Friends: Somewhere
17. One of Your Wish List Items: Libraries
19. The Last Thing You Did: Ate
20. What You Are Wearing: Clothing....
21. Your Favorite Weather: Warm
22. Your Favorite Book: Dirk
23. The Last Thing You Ate: Chimichanga
24. Your Life: (at the moment) Smooth
25. Your Mood: positive
26. Your body: fine..?
27. What are you thinking about right now: Fanfiction
28. Your Crush: Fictional
29. What are you doing at the moment: Waiting
30. Your summer schedule: Chaos
And here's the fourth chapter to First Steps.
Disclaimer: Mortal Kombat doesn’t belong to me. I’m sure all MK fans out there are supremely relieved by that.
Title: First Steps
Author: me (ffjunkie42 or, on ff.net, sagdragon3002)
Genre: MK, general.
Rating: PG (K+ if you go by ff.net's thing)
Summary: The Defenders of Earth Realm first met Raiden two years ago, when the first official Kombat of their generation began...Or did they? Written in a series of ficlets.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 5
Chapter 4: Curiosity Never Killed Wolves: Nightwolf
----------------------------------------
LiuSubzeroSonyaJaxNightwolfStrykerKitana
Moving eastward was a relief for Raiden, though he was heading into territory that was less kind toward Chinese deities. One for the reason that most were monotheists and believed in “God” and for another that, if they didn’t believe in God, they might not believe in him.
The Pacific Northwest was beautiful, Raiden knew from previous visits. The one downside was the monotonous, continuous, drenching rain that presided over the lands a great majority of the time.
With a sigh Raiden forwent his typical robes for waterproof gear, particularly his coolie hat that kept the rain from dripping into his face. Carefully making his way through eastern Washington, Raiden homed in on the aura of the Chosen One.
He came upon a small tepee placed under the protection of tree branches, where the ground was dry and firm. Cinders burned, waiting until the creator fed the fire with more tinder and wood. From inside the tepee sounds of yips intermixed with laughter.
Maybe this will turn out easier than last time, Raiden thought hopefully, calling out softly, “Hello!”
The flap entrance flew open, emitting a mid-sized bundle of muscles, fur, and snapping jaws. Following the wolf was the tip of an arrow, nocked in the bow by a Native American boy.
Or maybe this will turn out about the same as all the other times.
In spite of their belligerent welcome, the wolf came no nearer to him and the boy didn’t lease the arrow. Raiden tried alleviating the tension with a smile and some humor. “Does your tribe always condone hostility against old men looking for shelter from the rain?”
“Only to protect my companion and myself,” the boy answered evenly, though he relaxed the bowstring. “Who are you?”
“As I said,” Raiden replied, settling himself on the far side of the fire, making certain that the rain wouldn’t drip onto the back of his neck, “I’m an old man looking for shelter. I heard you and your companion, and hoped you would allow me to share your fire.”
He held his fingers out to the wolf in order to appease the guard. Warily the wolf sniffed Raiden’s fingers, sneezing and retreating behind the boy with whimpers.
The boy glared at Raiden. “Kiva says you smell wrong. Not human. What are you?”
Raiden blinked. “Impressive. You can communicate with...Kiva, was it?”
“Best in my tribe at it,” the boy pulled the bow taut again. “What are you?”
“I’m not your enemy,” Raiden answered. “In fact, I hope to bring you a future full of honor and adventure.”
The boy tilted his head. “Cryptic.”
“It’s my specialty.”
“You’re a god.”
Trying not to flinch, Raiden asked, “How do you figure?”
“It’s the only answer Kiva can come up with.”
Cursing himself for forgetting the companion, Raiden sighed. “Alright, I’m a god. Can your companion identify anything else about me? Just so that I don’t insult you or embarrass myself with knowledge you already have.”
The boy eyed him, lowering his bow reluctantly. “No, nothing else. He says you smell of ozone, though.”
Well, there are some small graces left in the world. “Tell me boy, what’s your name?”
The boy cocked his head. “Aren’t gods supposed to be omniscient? That’s what all the elders say.”
“Humor me.”
Obviously disappointed, the boy slipped out of the tepee and sat before the fire, across from Raiden. “Nightwolf. This is Kiva,” he added uselessly as the wolf butted the boy before clambering into his lap. “You’re getting too big to do that. I want to be the shaman of my tribe when I grow up, is my ‘future full of honor and adventure’ related to that at all?”
Curious little impudent child. “Becoming shaman is immaterial to the future I have in mind for you. Perhaps helpful, but I have nothing to confide in you about that.”
Nightwolf sighed sadly. “Oh well. I tried. Can you at least tell me if I have happiness in my future?”
Raiden glowered at him. “I may be a god, but seeing into the future is not my faculty.”
“Then what is?”
Little rat. “If you keep pressing me, you’ll find out.”
“So then you’re a war-based god? Or elemental? Father said there were many of you among the pantheon, but you don’t look like any of the gods we have on our—”
Patience slowly lost as Nightwolf narrowed down his identity, Raiden moved imperceptibly behind him and ran a jolt through the boy, the wolf sitting in his lap falling to the same fate. Nightwolf collapsed against his torso.
Damn inquisitive little child. I can already tell I’ll have plenty of headaches when this one grows up and knows even more. Nonetheless, as Raiden marked the boy as he had with the previous two, the god smiled. It’ll make for an interesting Kombat, that’s for certain.
When the boy woke up the next morning to bright sunshine, the god had disappeared. Kiva whined at his side, licking his face when he sat up. Spotting something new among his belongings, Nightwolf took the object and examined it.
The bow was made not from typical bone or wood, but of a hollow, flexible material. When he concentrated, he could fuse his chi into the material and an arrow would materialize from the green glow. Pulling back the string and aiming, Nightwolf fired the chi-arrow fifty yards, a personal best he could never have accomplished with his other bow.
Eyeing the bow respectfully, Nightwolf cut off the flow of chi and slung his new bow over his shoulder. He paid his respects to the skies, the only place he could think of that the deity would return to. Collapsing his tepee and stamping out the cinders, he whistled to Kiva and started off for the tribe.
Next time I see him, I’ll ask him how he made the bow. I’m sure he’ll love explaining that to me.
Gentlemen, you can't fight in here! This is the War Room! --Dr. Strangelove
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