Quote Post 16
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"Then again, he was talking down a guy who thought it was cool for his hair to look like the ass end of poultry."
- Badou Nails (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cigarettes_plz) [here]
Once, long ago, Mello had tried to grow a plant.
He clearly remembered the experiment: it started with three cardboard egg cartons and thirty six unidentified seeds. Most of the kids gave up after four or five generations or considered the experiment over once they figured out which colors were dominant and which were recessive, but Mello knew the instructors were looking for precision. It wasn't enough to develop seeds to grow orange flowers, though that strain had been particularly infuriating. He needed to control the size of the flower, the number of petals, and most importantly, the height and diameter of the stalk necessary to support the weight.
Despite three damn years, two hundred egg cartons, and eight notebooks of statistics, the plant still hadn't shown up by the time he left the orphanage.
Mello hated genetics.
- Mello (cnflctofintrst) [here]
What did people do for small talk in this place, anyways? Discuss what things they skewered the night before or what nearly ate them? How to build a machine gun with popsicle sticks in Arts and Crafts?
- Claire (miracle_grow) [here]
"One look at the clothes his roommate pulled out and he decided that his happy ugly gray thing was a blessing from god. No wonder it was happy. It didn't come with frills."
- Badou (cigarettes_plz) [here]
"Mmmm, naked pillow fight. Wait... bad Kudoh. Very bad."
- Kudoh Yohji (never_learns) [here]
Maybe Orihime could help. If she could breathe. Ahhh drowning in boobs..!
-Orihime (simpleastherain) [here]
"Then go the fuck around." Badou shot almost before she finished talking. It took him a moment to recognise that voice, and another moment to shine the flashlight rather mercylessly into her face. "It's not my fault you can't see over your own guns. Did they absorb your flashlight or something? What're you doing stumbling around?"
Unless Alkaid had discovered some kind of jiggle-location technique, he doubted she was going to make it far moving around alone in the dark. Maybe she was meeting company. He'd stick around at least long enough to hear her answer, then it was back to his epic quest.
It was kind of nice to know she was alive. He hoped he'd blinded her good for that.
-Badou (cigarettes_plz) [here]
"You..." She started, arms dropping to her sides. He'd... lost the two shuriken? They'd been stolen? He didn't have them? He was shuriken-less when he'd promised her? "You went to all that trouble of getting impaled with them just for me, and then you lost them! Cloooooud! You really are expecting me to beat things to death with my slippers, aren't you?!"
- Yuffie (thatdamnedninja) [here]
"...oh shoot. A clock. A freaking clock. And he just happened to have the Clock Fetishist with him."
Xigbar (number_ii) [here]
Late late late. If Keman had been born a white rabbit instead of a large, greenish-blue dragon, he would've been muttering to himself while clutching a large fob watch. Fortunately, nature had allowed him to keep some of his dignity, so he settled on jogging through the hallways as fast as he could without flat-out running to Valyn's room.
- Keman (adorkabledragon) [here]
Orihime's expression became briefly troubled. She didn't so much stir as shoot right up into a sitting position, eyes wide. "Not the tomatoes! I need them for pie!"
- Orihime (simpleastherain) [here]
Flailing wildly with his hand and sword, he tried to get the thing out of his face. Fortunately, though, the monster wasn't ready to turn him into Kentucky Fried Fowl, so he could lash out as much as he pleased without risk of electrocution.
...unless it decided to charge him while he was flailing.
-Artemis Fowl (byname_bynature) [here]
Badou was fairly sure he'd just lost his precious flashlight. That taught him not to make nice gestures. He followed Alkaid into the next office, barely paying attention to the opened door because there were no smokes and he was all heartbroken and shit. He hadn't gotten around to the stirring my-heart-will-go-on part of his mood yet.
And then he saw them in the light of heaven. Like a signal from god almighty. Like a chorus of ten fucking million naked virgin angels having a hot lesbian orgy right in front of him. A soft voice in his head said 'Hit it, Badou. Hit it like the fist of an angry god.'
Badou was across the room in moments, hand closing around the pack while he tried to pry it free of the weird obstruction that it was attached to. He propped a foot against said obstruction and tried to use it for leverage. "Come to daddy~ I'll never desert you again~"
-Badou (cigarettes_plz) [here]
Submitted twice!
" ...brilliant. Just... brilliant. Luxord stared at his hands in almost-shock. This was the price, was it not? He was left useless as his best friend was going to be ripped to shreds by a killer clock. This was just bloody brilliant. "
-Luxord (clockmongler) [here]
"Next time, try castrating him. OR SOMETHING. I think he'd notice that."
-Yuffie Kisaragi (thatdamnedninja) [here]
"He was so beautiful... so full of life. Why did he have to be wearing clothes all the time? It was a shame really."
- Admiral ZEX (wantsyourzex) [here]
However, when your motivation to jump is a psychopathic clock-powered thing (no, he was not talking about himself), jumping was easy as well.
- Luxord (clockmongler) [here]
Still, the conversation was a... charming distraction. Luxord's grin widened and he took to walking with an odd, almost swaying gait, one hand gone to stroke his goatee.
"Well, you know me, my love; bright ideas just pop into my head sometimes and I keep thinking..." Then, in a particularly sing-song voice, "Seems a downright shame~"
"Seems an awful waste," he continued, carefully moving to run a finger from the Sniper's left shoulder to the right. "Such a nice, plump frame that they all 'ave," he paused and frowned. "Had." He tilted his head to the side, considering. "'ave. Nor it can't be traced..." He spun around and began to pace slowly, making as if he were really considering this. In song. "Business needs a lift. Debts to be erased... Think of it as thrift! As a gift!" He turned back and looked at his friend, eyebrows raised expectantly. "If you get my drift!"
Xigbar had been moving towards the door in question, raising his hand to knock... but then he felt a finger running along his shoulders, and then grinned as he turned to follow Luxord's movements. Now he remembered where it was. One of those gosh-awful musicals that Xigbar felt needed more throat-slitting and less angst about Johanna. But hey, at least it was better than the Finny Fun.
Right on cue, as Luxord turned and sang at him, Xigbar blinked and adopted as quizzical expression as he could. ...that was the right cue, wasn't it?
Luxord frowned again. "No?" Sigh. "Seems an awful waste," he repeated, plucking nonchalantly at the hem of his shirt.
It was a bit sad that he remembered the lyrics to this song so well, but it just struck him as something so imaginative and joyous for a subject so... morbid. Though nothing quite gave him that "oh good lord no" feeling as Mr. Turpin singing of his dear Johanna. The memory of sitting and watching, listening to that, despite having been hiding in a balcony seat and far enough to shield the view with an easy hand in front of his face, gave him the creeps. It was just... no, even without a heart. Sneaking to see it during a mission had still been worth it, however.
"I mean," he continued right where he left off. "With the price meat what it is, when you get it..." He leaned back in towards the elder Nobody. "If you get it..."
With a look of dawning realization, Xigbar barked out a sharp "Ha!" And really, wouldn't that beat all, ol' Doc Landel slicing up patients and feeding them to the others?
--Luxord (clockmongler), Xigbar (numberii), and later ZEX (wantsyourzex) [here]
Long submission was long, but there's much more to this thread for those who get it.
"He turned to Alkaid with a gravely serious expression, "Think if we pulled the sticks out of his ass we could have rubbed them together to make fire?""
- Badou (cigarettes_plz) [here]
"A slow smile spread across his face. "Did you know that Tamaki grew up in a country called France?" he asked innocently. "In our world, French is called the language of love. Why...don't you try talking to him in his original tongue?" Hikaru grabbed a pen from his pocket and started to write on a napkin, which he then passed to Ed.
"French is really tricky. If a consonant is at the end of a word, it's silent. But...this is very romantic. It was even used in a song that was popular in my mother's generation. This is how you pronounce it:
"Voulez-vou coucher avec moi?""
- Hikaru (totallytheseme) [here]
Submitted twice!
Party Quotes!
Kenshin: *HIMURA KENSHIN DOESN'T GET DRUNK. HE WAITS.*
- Kenshin (degozaruyo)
Yue: And what do you do that is so fascinating?
Hikaru: I Host. Me and my brother pretend to be banging each other so that sexually frustrated teenage girls will swoon over us and pay us?
- Yue (winged_moon) and Hikaru (totallytheseme)
Submitted three times.
Roxas: *OALFDJLKHJ* H-hey.
Demyx: *pleased* Thanks. *...wait, he recognizes that keyboard mash!*
- Roxas (358days) and Demyx (sitard3d)
Homura: Then perhaps I should use another method.
Okita: Another method?
Okita: Are you going to teach me it~?
Homura: *chuckles* If you wish.
Okita: Well, I'd be at a disadvantage if you didn't.
Homura: I'll trust you to remember that. *Leans down and gently kisses Okita*
- Homura (screwthegods) and Okita (notachick)
Dias: Yeah. *pause* There was a woman in a barrel costume.
Ashton: What.
Ashton: What.
Ashton: How did -
Dias: And I got Claude to ask Guy to dance. I had a girl take a picture for you.
Ashton: How did that work? I mean, there - there obviously wasn't a bottom to it, or did she just sit in it? Um..
Ashton: But - but wait. Claude and Guy?
Ashton: ..Oh, my.
Ashton: But more about that barrel costume..
Dias: It hung on straps over her shoulders. *gestures vaguely*
Ashton: *blushes a little*
Dias: *nods* Claude wanted to, but - he needed a push. I figured you would have done it, if you were here.
Dias: He yelled at me afterwards, but I think he was happy.
Ashton: Was it vintage? Did it - well, did you get close enough to see what kind of wood it was? I don't think a barrel would splinter someone, not if it was made right, but who knows about these odd otherworldly barrels...
Dias: ...I don't think it was a real barrel...
Ashton: ... Not a real barrel.
Ashton: *sigh.*
- Dias (heavens_too_far) and Ashton (part1of3)
*is totally playing his sitar over here in the corner, where he and Normality are having a private party for sane people*
-Demyx (sitard3d)
"Then again, he was talking down a guy who thought it was cool for his hair to look like the ass end of poultry."
- Badou Nails (
cigarettes_plz) [here]Once, long ago, Mello had tried to grow a plant.
He clearly remembered the experiment: it started with three cardboard egg cartons and thirty six unidentified seeds. Most of the kids gave up after four or five generations or considered the experiment over once they figured out which colors were dominant and which were recessive, but Mello knew the instructors were looking for precision. It wasn't enough to develop seeds to grow orange flowers, though that strain had been particularly infuriating. He needed to control the size of the flower, the number of petals, and most importantly, the height and diameter of the stalk necessary to support the weight.
Despite three damn years, two hundred egg cartons, and eight notebooks of statistics, the plant still hadn't shown up by the time he left the orphanage.
Mello hated genetics.
- Mello (
cnflctofintrst) [here]What did people do for small talk in this place, anyways? Discuss what things they skewered the night before or what nearly ate them? How to build a machine gun with popsicle sticks in Arts and Crafts?
- Claire (
miracle_grow) [here]"One look at the clothes his roommate pulled out and he decided that his happy ugly gray thing was a blessing from god. No wonder it was happy. It didn't come with frills."
- Badou (
cigarettes_plz) [here]"Mmmm, naked pillow fight. Wait... bad Kudoh. Very bad."
- Kudoh Yohji (
never_learns) [here]Maybe Orihime could help. If she could breathe. Ahhh drowning in boobs..!
-Orihime (
simpleastherain) [here]"Then go the fuck around." Badou shot almost before she finished talking. It took him a moment to recognise that voice, and another moment to shine the flashlight rather mercylessly into her face. "It's not my fault you can't see over your own guns. Did they absorb your flashlight or something? What're you doing stumbling around?"
Unless Alkaid had discovered some kind of jiggle-location technique, he doubted she was going to make it far moving around alone in the dark. Maybe she was meeting company. He'd stick around at least long enough to hear her answer, then it was back to his epic quest.
It was kind of nice to know she was alive. He hoped he'd blinded her good for that.
-Badou (
cigarettes_plz) [here]"You..." She started, arms dropping to her sides. He'd... lost the two shuriken? They'd been stolen? He didn't have them? He was shuriken-less when he'd promised her? "You went to all that trouble of getting impaled with them just for me, and then you lost them! Cloooooud! You really are expecting me to beat things to death with my slippers, aren't you?!"
- Yuffie (
thatdamnedninja) [here]"...oh shoot. A clock. A freaking clock. And he just happened to have the Clock Fetishist with him."
Xigbar (
number_ii) [here]Late late late. If Keman had been born a white rabbit instead of a large, greenish-blue dragon, he would've been muttering to himself while clutching a large fob watch. Fortunately, nature had allowed him to keep some of his dignity, so he settled on jogging through the hallways as fast as he could without flat-out running to Valyn's room.
- Keman (
adorkabledragon) [here]Orihime's expression became briefly troubled. She didn't so much stir as shoot right up into a sitting position, eyes wide. "Not the tomatoes! I need them for pie!"
- Orihime (
simpleastherain) [here]Flailing wildly with his hand and sword, he tried to get the thing out of his face. Fortunately, though, the monster wasn't ready to turn him into Kentucky Fried Fowl, so he could lash out as much as he pleased without risk of electrocution.
...unless it decided to charge him while he was flailing.
-Artemis Fowl (
byname_bynature) [here]Badou was fairly sure he'd just lost his precious flashlight. That taught him not to make nice gestures. He followed Alkaid into the next office, barely paying attention to the opened door because there were no smokes and he was all heartbroken and shit. He hadn't gotten around to the stirring my-heart-will-go-on part of his mood yet.
And then he saw them in the light of heaven. Like a signal from god almighty. Like a chorus of ten fucking million naked virgin angels having a hot lesbian orgy right in front of him. A soft voice in his head said 'Hit it, Badou. Hit it like the fist of an angry god.'
Badou was across the room in moments, hand closing around the pack while he tried to pry it free of the weird obstruction that it was attached to. He propped a foot against said obstruction and tried to use it for leverage. "Come to daddy~ I'll never desert you again~"
-Badou (
cigarettes_plz) [here]Submitted twice!
" ...brilliant. Just... brilliant. Luxord stared at his hands in almost-shock. This was the price, was it not? He was left useless as his best friend was going to be ripped to shreds by a killer clock. This was just bloody brilliant. "
-Luxord (
clockmongler) [here]"Next time, try castrating him. OR SOMETHING. I think he'd notice that."
-Yuffie Kisaragi (
thatdamnedninja) [here]"He was so beautiful... so full of life. Why did he have to be wearing clothes all the time? It was a shame really."
- Admiral ZEX (
wantsyourzex) [here]However, when your motivation to jump is a psychopathic clock-powered thing (no, he was not talking about himself), jumping was easy as well.
- Luxord (
clockmongler) [here]Still, the conversation was a... charming distraction. Luxord's grin widened and he took to walking with an odd, almost swaying gait, one hand gone to stroke his goatee.
"Well, you know me, my love; bright ideas just pop into my head sometimes and I keep thinking..." Then, in a particularly sing-song voice, "Seems a downright shame~"
"Seems an awful waste," he continued, carefully moving to run a finger from the Sniper's left shoulder to the right. "Such a nice, plump frame that they all 'ave," he paused and frowned. "Had." He tilted his head to the side, considering. "'ave. Nor it can't be traced..." He spun around and began to pace slowly, making as if he were really considering this. In song. "Business needs a lift. Debts to be erased... Think of it as thrift! As a gift!" He turned back and looked at his friend, eyebrows raised expectantly. "If you get my drift!"
Xigbar had been moving towards the door in question, raising his hand to knock... but then he felt a finger running along his shoulders, and then grinned as he turned to follow Luxord's movements. Now he remembered where it was. One of those gosh-awful musicals that Xigbar felt needed more throat-slitting and less angst about Johanna. But hey, at least it was better than the Finny Fun.
Right on cue, as Luxord turned and sang at him, Xigbar blinked and adopted as quizzical expression as he could. ...that was the right cue, wasn't it?
Luxord frowned again. "No?" Sigh. "Seems an awful waste," he repeated, plucking nonchalantly at the hem of his shirt.
It was a bit sad that he remembered the lyrics to this song so well, but it just struck him as something so imaginative and joyous for a subject so... morbid. Though nothing quite gave him that "oh good lord no" feeling as Mr. Turpin singing of his dear Johanna. The memory of sitting and watching, listening to that, despite having been hiding in a balcony seat and far enough to shield the view with an easy hand in front of his face, gave him the creeps. It was just... no, even without a heart. Sneaking to see it during a mission had still been worth it, however.
"I mean," he continued right where he left off. "With the price meat what it is, when you get it..." He leaned back in towards the elder Nobody. "If you get it..."
With a look of dawning realization, Xigbar barked out a sharp "Ha!" And really, wouldn't that beat all, ol' Doc Landel slicing up patients and feeding them to the others?
--Luxord (
clockmongler), Xigbar (numberii), and later ZEX (wantsyourzex) [here]Long submission was long, but there's much more to this thread for those who get it.
"He turned to Alkaid with a gravely serious expression, "Think if we pulled the sticks out of his ass we could have rubbed them together to make fire?""
- Badou (
cigarettes_plz) [here]"A slow smile spread across his face. "Did you know that Tamaki grew up in a country called France?" he asked innocently. "In our world, French is called the language of love. Why...don't you try talking to him in his original tongue?" Hikaru grabbed a pen from his pocket and started to write on a napkin, which he then passed to Ed.
"French is really tricky. If a consonant is at the end of a word, it's silent. But...this is very romantic. It was even used in a song that was popular in my mother's generation. This is how you pronounce it:
"Voulez-vou coucher avec moi?""
- Hikaru (
totallytheseme) [here]Submitted twice!
Party Quotes!
Kenshin: *HIMURA KENSHIN DOESN'T GET DRUNK. HE WAITS.*
- Kenshin (
degozaruyo)Yue: And what do you do that is so fascinating?
Hikaru: I Host. Me and my brother pretend to be banging each other so that sexually frustrated teenage girls will swoon over us and pay us?
- Yue (
winged_moon) and Hikaru (totallytheseme)Submitted three times.
Roxas: *OALFDJLKHJ* H-hey.
Demyx: *pleased* Thanks. *...wait, he recognizes that keyboard mash!*
- Roxas (
358days) and Demyx (sitard3d)Homura: Then perhaps I should use another method.
Okita: Another method?
Okita: Are you going to teach me it~?
Homura: *chuckles* If you wish.
Okita: Well, I'd be at a disadvantage if you didn't.
Homura: I'll trust you to remember that. *Leans down and gently kisses Okita*
- Homura (
screwthegods) and Okita (notachick)Dias: Yeah. *pause* There was a woman in a barrel costume.
Ashton: What.
Ashton: What.
Ashton: How did -
Dias: And I got Claude to ask Guy to dance. I had a girl take a picture for you.
Ashton: How did that work? I mean, there - there obviously wasn't a bottom to it, or did she just sit in it? Um..
Ashton: But - but wait. Claude and Guy?
Ashton: ..Oh, my.
Ashton: But more about that barrel costume..
Dias: It hung on straps over her shoulders. *gestures vaguely*
Ashton: *blushes a little*
Dias: *nods* Claude wanted to, but - he needed a push. I figured you would have done it, if you were here.
Dias: He yelled at me afterwards, but I think he was happy.
Ashton: Was it vintage? Did it - well, did you get close enough to see what kind of wood it was? I don't think a barrel would splinter someone, not if it was made right, but who knows about these odd otherworldly barrels...
Dias: ...I don't think it was a real barrel...
Ashton: ... Not a real barrel.
Ashton: *sigh.*
- Dias (
heavens_too_far) and Ashton (part1of3)*is totally playing his sitar over here in the corner, where he and Normality are having a private party for sane people*
-Demyx (
sitard3d)
