THE FREAKSHOW
TRILOGY:
Day 2:
SOLDIERS: Freakshow!
ASHTON: Eeek!
DIAS: Metaphorical RAR!
SOLDIERS: Aiee!
DIAS: You're weird, kid. But not so weird that I'll let you get beat
up. Rena would whine at me.
ASHTON: You're scary, big blue-haired man. But look! I can be scary
too! And depressing!
DIAS: ... the fuck?
Day 4:
ASHTON: Ha! Take that! I am athletic and graceful and deadly! Also,
freakishly fast!
RENA: Ashton!
DIAS: Hold it, wench, I want to watch this.
ASHTON: I'm a very good swordsman! Look how pretty I am! I have very
nice legs under my robe!
DIAS: ... the fuck?
Day 7:
DIAS: You're not a bad guy. If I had friends, I'd want you to be one.
Here, have some of my food.
ASHTON: I'm gay and desperately in love with you already. You're very
lucky I'm too shy to do anything about it. ...may I touch you in a non-threatening
manner?
DIAS: Here, have a couple of unusual displays of trust. Pay no attention
to my nerves, no one's touched me in a long time.
ASHTON: ... eeeee I touched him! I must freak out and run away now.
DIAS: ... the fuck?
ART OF THE
TRIANGLE:
DIAS: Zzz.
ASHTON: Half-naked, I practice with my swords in a sensual manner and
reminisce about my life to date! It sucked! Look, I'm not half as much
of a dork as you think I am!
DIAS: Zzz.
COOL AIR:
DIAS: I'm hot.
ASHTON: I'm hot too. Now I'm naked.
DIAS: Mmm. Hey, put some clothes on.
ASHTON: Wow, that's different. Whoa! Where are we going?
DIAS: Look, rain.
ASHTON: Yay! I'm wet!
DIAS: Let's have sex.
(ASHTON breaks a window.)
WARMTH:
DIAS: I'm cold.
ASHTON: I'm warm.
DIAS: Mmm.
FROM BEHIND:
DIAS: I had this dream that you died. Now stand still and let me hurt
you.
ASHTON: Uh, no. Sorry.
DIAS: Oh, okay. That's good. I'm going to faint now.
ASHTON: Meep.
BLOWING MY MIND:
ASHTON: I have a what where?
DIAS: Ta da, it's not there any more.
ASHTON: Oh good.
DIAS: Now it's here.
ASHTON: Eeep!
DIAS: Now I'm here, too.
ASHTON: Eeep again!
DIAS: Wow, that was something.
ASHTON: 'Something' is a very good word for it.
CELINE: AAAAAARGH!
(Star Ocean fans the world over are very, very disturbed.)
AN EXERCISE
IN IRONY:
NOEL: I'm depressed. And smoking.
CHISATO: I'm destroyed. And writing.
RENA: I'm bereaved. And yanking up plants by their roots.
NOEL: I'm ironic. And stoned.
CHISATO: I'm ironic. And crying.
RENA: I try to be ironic and miss badly, because Mooncalf wrote herself
into a corner.
ARRESTED:
PRECIS: Noel's been arrested!
BOWMAN: Yeah, right.
KEITH: Noel's been arrested!
BOWMAN: Oh shit!
CONSTABLE: Something reasonable, heavy on the responsible.
BOWMAN: Oh shit.
NOEL: I haven't noticed I'm in jail! Isn't that cute?
BOWMAN: Oh shit.
NOEL: I think more about my pets than about myself! Isn't that cute?
BOWMAN: Oh shit.
NOEL: I have a puppy! In jail! Isn't that cute?
BOWMAN: Oh shit.
NINEH: I bow out of the fic gracefully.
CONSTABLE: Something else reasonable, heavy on the worldweary.
BOWMAN: Arrest me.
CONSTABLE: No.
BOWMAN: Arrest me!
CONSTABLE: Fine.
BOWMAN: Hi again, Noel.
NOEL: Hi! This is my puppy. Have some meat. I'm so very, very cute.
Zzz.
BOWMAN: ... you are such a pain in the ass, Noel. |