new myDec 06 scrap (original) (raw)
I think we're about halfway through the heist now; it's just the heist itself and working on the connections between the bits.
What I need to do is print it out but I don't like to use the printer because it's an ink eater. The printer is, I mean, not to mention the file size.
Public to prove I'm working on the damn thing.
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"Emiko! You about ready?"
Kosuke looked up at Dark clattering down the stairs. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," said Dark. It was really hard to fool Kosuke; he didn't trust Dark any further than he could throw him. Liked Dark, probably. Trusted him, no. It was sort of refreshing to have someone give him that particular look, like 'I expect you have enough sense of self-preservation to not actually kill my son but if you hurt him I will seal you myself'. It reminded Dark that he was really crazy after all. He and Krad, crazy like a pair of loons, living off families that were even crazier, if possible. Kosuke was the only sane one of the lot, poor bastard. Well, Daisuke was almost sane.
Now Emiko, on the other hand, coming out of the living room with a smile on her face and something leather and complicated in her hands, was crazy. But he loved her anyway. He loved all of them anyway.
Kind of stupid, when he thought about it.
"What's that?" asked Dark.
"A special outfit," said Emiko, with a maniac gleam in her eye.
Dark controlled a wince and took the pile of ... leather straps, apparently. "Thanks. Lemme get changed and then I'll be back."
It took him a few minutes to figure out what went where; there was, somewhat to Dark's relief, actual pants. But the pants were very ... leather ... he thought, staring at the straps on them. Emiko had a theory that if one was going to go steal something, one should go steal it with style. Dark totally agreed, in theory, but he wondered about Emiko sometimes, he really did. Like when he was attempting to pull a fishnet shirt over his head without snagging it on the belts on the pants, or on the vest he was apparently supposed to wear over it.
Dark glanced at the mirror, and had to admit he looked goddamn hot. Emiko had taste.
He went downstairs to the living room. With jumped on his shoulder along the way. "Don't shed on me," said Dark. With dug in a little tighter with his claws. "All right, Emiko," he said, coming through the door. "Let's get this show on the road."
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He stepped outside the house, looked up to the sky. It used to be you could see every star in the sky from here, but the city had grown and the electric lights had come. The stars were still there, though. If he listened he could hear them singing.
He stretched out, With shifting on his shoulder, on top of the backpack Dark wore. "Ready?" he said.
With shifted and chirrped at him. "Yeah," he said. "It's a beautiful night."
Wings spread, lifted, and he flew into the night.
The target was a figurine, rose quartz. Made within the last century - not Hiwatari's mother, or her mother, but Hiwatari's great-grandfather. He'd liked the bastard, as much as he liked any Hikari. Quieter than most of them -- and that took something -- sort of thoughtful. When he wasn't having a migraine called Krad he liked to sit in his workshop and carve. Horses, mostly, or cats, or dogs. Never humans.
He landed lightly on a roof a few buildings away from the building, and pulled out a pair of goggles. Pretty standard, he thought. Saehara Sr freaking out, Saehara Jr hanging in a tree by an old climbing harness and hope.
:He's going to kill himself,: said Daisuke, the first time he'd spoken since he transformed.
::Not a hell of a lot we can do about it,:: said Dark practically. "Come on, Hiwatari, where the hell are you -- ah, there you are." Hiwatari turned and looked at the building Dark was on, as if he saw him. It wouldn't have surprised Dark at all. He resisted the temptation to wave or stick his tongue out, and continued looking through the scene. "Oh, hello," he said. "It's that idiot Saga."
Daisuke groaned.
"Doesn't look too bad," he said. "Arguing with the police -- bet you he's trying to get in with some sort of line about the public's right to know."
Good audience, he decided. The usual screaming girls, the media parked front and center, the city watching on TV.
"Time to go," he said, putting the goggles away. "Let's give them a goddamn show."
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An entrance, decided Satoshi, for the reporters and fans and curiosity-seekers. And for Saga, because Dark didn't much like Saga. Right about --
Someone shrieked, and the crowd looked up and roared at the sight of black wings blotting out the moon.
-- now, thought Satoshi.
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You know, it's kind of hard to believe that my entire fanfic folder is only about 2M. O_o; My entire TEXT folder, which has everything from original crap to lyrics to FAQs to game scripts and random crap, is about 11M. That's still not a lot.