extrapolated from fanfic
May. 9th, 2004 08:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sureiI don't know who's read Warped Mirrors by Mel & Christy - a great story, though I'm currently liking Demon of Justice better - but, well...
Eh. I read a story I like, and I want to add my own thing. That's how I got started on ABO, though that and Shichan's stories are now completely different from each other. So... I actually started this way back at the beginning of the year, but only just now actually found it to type it up.
Duo was the first to reach the grounds, as the helicopter was taking off. Between them and the helicopter was a young woman, looking expectant.
She was… exotic, in a completely different way – obviously of Albion descent, but her skin and hair had been so affected by the sun that the former was noticeably darker than the latter, with one being deeply tanned and the other being bleached to a peculiar form of platinum blond.
This connection to beaches was furthered by the clothes she wore: a skimpy bikini top and low-riding shorts cut off precariously close to the crotch. Her feet were well-formed but heavily calloused, and she stood with no apparent discomfort barefoot on blacktop in the middle of the day, a pair of flip flips dangling from one hand. Her keys hung from the intricately braided cords around her waist and jangled in the breeze from the helicopter. Her sunglasses were translucent black.
She tensed, and his attention was drawn first to the muscles that stood out in relief, then to the fact that the bikini top ws starting to slip, just a bit…
“Hey,” she said. “My breasts are not art. Eyes up.”
“Lilia, mi amante… can they help but look?” The man who came up behind her (he had been hidden by the helicopter) was dressed more normally – t-shirt and jeans and sneakers – but he had the same air about him that she did. There was an independence, a freeness of self, a freeness from duty especially, that clung to them both. Also, there was just something about him that seemed odd. He was strange.
“If they’re allowed to look, I’m allowed my swords,” she pouted.
He smiled. “You’re scary, but I love you anyway.”
“Ah? So then, no doesn’t mean I’m a girl?”
“No, right now no means I’m too tired.” He hugged her – they were almost exactly the same height – fixed her bikini strap, and over past her and the others into the fort. “I’ll tell Trei we’re here and then I’m going to bed.”
“Awww, no shower?”
“Only if you join me.”
“I’ll do that once I’m done with the intros, okay?”
“Sure. Seeya.”
“Salut, darling. I’ll take care of the luggage.”
“Thanks.”
Eh. I read a story I like, and I want to add my own thing. That's how I got started on ABO, though that and Shichan's stories are now completely different from each other. So... I actually started this way back at the beginning of the year, but only just now actually found it to type it up.
Duo was the first to reach the grounds, as the helicopter was taking off. Between them and the helicopter was a young woman, looking expectant.
She was… exotic, in a completely different way – obviously of Albion descent, but her skin and hair had been so affected by the sun that the former was noticeably darker than the latter, with one being deeply tanned and the other being bleached to a peculiar form of platinum blond.
This connection to beaches was furthered by the clothes she wore: a skimpy bikini top and low-riding shorts cut off precariously close to the crotch. Her feet were well-formed but heavily calloused, and she stood with no apparent discomfort barefoot on blacktop in the middle of the day, a pair of flip flips dangling from one hand. Her keys hung from the intricately braided cords around her waist and jangled in the breeze from the helicopter. Her sunglasses were translucent black.
She tensed, and his attention was drawn first to the muscles that stood out in relief, then to the fact that the bikini top ws starting to slip, just a bit…
“Hey,” she said. “My breasts are not art. Eyes up.”
PILOT 06 – GUNDAM SIDHE
LILIA DERING
AGE: 21
HEIGHT: 6’1” (186cm)
ORIGIN: FRANCISCAN FREE STATE
ABILITIES: DISSEMBLANCE, SABOTAGE, INTERROGATION & INTIMIDATION, CLOSE COMBAT, SELF DEFENSE, ANATOMY, DISSECTION.
SPECIAL NOTES: MULTIPLE PERSONALITY, SUDDEN & INTENSE MOOD SWINGS, EXTREMELY DANGEROUS, UNREADABLE. AVOID ANGERING.
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“Lilia, mi amante… can they help but look?” The man who came up behind her (he had been hidden by the helicopter) was dressed more normally – t-shirt and jeans and sneakers – but he had the same air about him that she did. There was an independence, a freeness of self, a freeness from duty especially, that clung to them both. Also, there was just something about him that seemed odd. He was strange.
“If they’re allowed to look, I’m allowed my swords,” she pouted.
He smiled. “You’re scary, but I love you anyway.”
“Ah? So then, no doesn’t mean I’m a girl?”
“No, right now no means I’m too tired.” He hugged her – they were almost exactly the same height – fixed her bikini strap, and over past her and the others into the fort. “I’ll tell Trei we’re here and then I’m going to bed.”
“Awww, no shower?”
“Only if you join me.”
“I’ll do that once I’m done with the intros, okay?”
“Sure. Seeya.”
SCIENTIST 06 – GUNDAM SIDHE
DIONOSIO PENA
AGE: 22
HEIGHT: 6’2” (188cm)
ORIGIN: FRANCISCAN FREE STATE
ABILITIES: SHARPSHOOTING, LONG-DISTANCE AIM, HACKING, PROGRAMMING, ENGINEERING, MECHANICS.
SPECIAL NOTES: CHARISMATIC, SELF-ABSORBED, QUICK TO ANGER, NECESSARY. APPROACH WITH CAUTION, WATCH WITH CARE.
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“Salut, darling. I’ll take care of the luggage.”
“Thanks.”