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My LJ is lacking in posts that do not have to deal with stress, work, depression, or other SRS BZNS. So, I'm going to try something I don't think I've ever done before.

1. Give me the name of a character you know I'm familiar with. I don't necessarily have to know their canon if you know I've roleplayed with them before.

2. Give me a number between 1 and 10.

3. Give me an emotion or a verb.

Do this and I will write you something based on that character. Nothing very long - in fact, the number you give me will determine how long it is. I also can't vouch for quality of characterization if I'm not familiar with the canon. But that's not the point.

The point is to give me a challenge. :3

Date: 2010-06-18 11:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] otana.livejournal.com
Sig

3

Badass...ing. It's totally a verb.

Date: 2010-06-18 11:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lithic-rune.livejournal.com
Sig pulled his arm back slowly, eyeing the Metal Head as it twitched and writhed on the ground. With a disgusted snort, he shook off the traces of blood and Dark Eco that tried to cling to his fist, then turned to face Jak.

"Don't nobody touch my shit."

Date: 2010-06-18 11:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hezul.livejournal.com
Dr. Light, 6, resignation.

Date: 2010-06-18 11:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lithic-rune.livejournal.com
Dr. Light slid his hand down his face, tiredly rubbing the bridge of his nose and the pouches beneath his eyes. When he looked at the computer screen again, though, nothing had changed. The results were there and undeniable, and no matter how hard he had tried to find another, faster way, this was the only option he knew would work.

Thirty years, he thought, his shoulders sagging with resignation.

Thirty years.

In thirty years his son would wake up without ever knowing his father.

Date: 2010-06-19 01:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tehsongsong.livejournal.com
Jak's Uncle, eight, exploring. :3

Date: 2010-06-19 02:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lithic-rune.livejournal.com
Ahh, this was the stuff that made for adventures! A few orbs in his pocket, a walking stick in hand, and only enough supplies to last until he was done. The elf took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the scent of the jungle and the nearby sea.

Hmm... now where did he put his compass...?

Never mind that, there was exploring to be done! The aging elf struck off into the forest, a spring in his step that defied his years. Something rustled in the undergrowth just a few feet behind him, but instead of turning back to see what it was, he just smiled to himself.

Jak may not have been of his blood, but his spirit was definitely kin.

Date: 2010-06-19 02:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anibunny.livejournal.com
Netto. 6. Content. :3

Because I can totally count.

Date: 2010-06-19 04:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lithic-rune.livejournal.com
It was a dream... and he didn't know how he knew it was a dream, but he knew that it wasn't real. That was okay, he decided, smiling as he leaned his back against the back of the boy behind him. He couldn't see who the other boy was, didn't know what he looked like or even his name, but the hand holding his felt warm and familiar.

I won't ever leave you, Netto-kun.

...yeah, I know.


Netto tightened his grip around his brother's hand.

heh

Date: 2010-06-19 02:50 am (UTC)
taichara: (Nightsilver)
From: [personal profile] taichara
Gate

4

Fly

Date: 2010-06-19 02:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lithic-rune.livejournal.com
Gate's footsteps echoed softly through the lab as he approached the awaiting Hunter. "Do you understand now, X?" he asked, smiling, smiling, because there was no way, no way that that old reploid could possibly understand. It was so hard not to laugh in his face. "My dreams are about to take flight!"

Date: 2010-06-20 12:21 am (UTC)
taichara: (Aahi)
From: [personal profile] taichara
<3 ~!

Date: 2010-06-20 02:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] luna-kitsu-blu.livejournal.com
Cartoon Link

8

Devastated.

Date: 2010-06-20 04:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lithic-rune.livejournal.com
Cold water lapped around him, leeching the heat from his skin, but he almost didn't feel it through the chill of shock that squeezed around his heart. Winter sunlight glinted off the water's surface, making it hard to see, obscuring both the murky depths and the golden wisps of hair. He blinked once, then again. It was just a trick - just a trick of the light.

Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her back to the shore, but she wasn't moving, she wasn't breathing.

"Zelda?" His voice cracked.

When she didn't answer, it felt like his world fell apart.

Date: 2010-06-20 02:44 am (UTC)
haunter: me + artist ([ hinabn ] BOOZE)
From: [personal profile] haunter
feenie

7

guilt

So laaate

Date: 2010-06-26 03:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lithic-rune.livejournal.com
We're all desperate to win this war, Commander. I believe the official words that were put in his report were 'an acceptable sacrifice.'

In retrospect, he should have known better. He should not have accepted the story he was being fed, nor overlooked the subtle clues because they were inconvenient. If he had only looked deeper, if he had only questioned...

Phoenix closed his eyes in an expression of pain.

The Dark Warriors were not volunteers.

Date: 2010-06-20 08:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] zalein.livejournal.com
Danny Fenton

9

Confess. :3

/laaate - but hopefully worth it! :D

Date: 2010-06-26 03:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lithic-rune.livejournal.com
Oh man oh man oh man, this sooo was not how he had envisioned this going. Danny gave his dad a deer-in-headlights look.

"Don't play games with me, Ghost Boy," Jack Fenton growled menacingly. "I have all the proof I need right here, so you might as well confess!"

The not-quite-dead teen's eyes darted over to the photograph clutched in Jack's big, meaty hand, and with a nervous step back, he said, "L-look, I can explain!"

"Next time you want to pretend you're just some random ghost, try it with someone who isn't Jack Fenton," the man blustered on. "I know my family better than anyone!"

Then, before Danny could so much as squawk in alarm, his ghost-hunting father lunged for him, grabbing him in an almost suffocating hug. "All this time," he said, sobbing dramatically, "I've been chasing my own dad!"
From: [identity profile] phantomfenton.livejournal.com
... LOL!

LOL.

... YES, STILL FUNNY THIRD TIME AROUND. XDDDDD This is awesome!! *Adds entry to memories ♥♥♥*
From: [identity profile] ecopiracy.livejournal.com
Thank you. :3

This is kind of a paraphrased idea I've toyed around with before. I just haven't really figured out how to expand on it without losing the impact of the punchline. Ah well. At least this turned out well~

Hey, it's in the same fandom, isn't it? XDD

Date: 2010-06-29 08:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] phantomfenton.livejournal.com
I think I remember you mentioning that plot bunny, once. Yeah, though, I can see how that would be. After the punchline, it would need some other kind of driving force to keep the story's flow from petering out afterwards. Either that, or for the entire story to have the punchline be the climax.

Yes. ♥ This turned out awesome.

Date: 2010-09-17 04:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amaronith.livejournal.com
Is this still open? If so...

Daxter (and preferably Jak)

10

Snuggling

Date: 2010-09-18 11:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lithic-rune.livejournal.com
"Would you cut that out?" huffed Daxter as he tried once again to find a comfortable position. That position, of course, was on top of Jak's back, elbows propped on Jak's head while the teen laid on his stomach, peering over the ledge. Jak ignored him, turning his head again, and... there!

Holding his hand up, he gestured toward the water. Daxter immediately perked up and hopped down, poking his head over the cliff as well to see what Jak had spotted. "You saw it?!"

Well, not exactly, but Daxter didn't need to know that Jak had changed the goal of his plan. He'd find out soon enough. With a mischievous grin, he waited until his friend was thoroughly absorbed with trying to spot the Lurker shark, then suddenly pounced and snatched the ottsel up, snuggling him to his chest.

Out over the water, the yelps and laughter echoed of two boys playing in the grass.

Date: 2010-09-18 02:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amaronith.livejournal.com
Cuuuuuute! Perfect thing to wake up to in the morning, thank you~
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