Location • Yet to be determined Member Since • 2006-07-12 Occupation • At the moment, military Real Name • Nana
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Achievements • School wise, on the dean's list Anime Fan Since • Middle school (I'm bad with years) Favorite Anime • Aria, Clannad, Ghost Hound, Uta Kata, Card Captor Sakura, Cowboy Bebop, Lain, Ghost in the Shell, Strawberry Marshmellow, Nana, Gunslinger Girl, Elfen Lied Goals • To finish college before I'm thirty Hobbies • Reading, writing, anime, games, music Talents • I want to say writing
myOtaku.com: Neko Nana Mode
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Sometimes
Nana has been so tired as of late. School seems to have that affect. Sucks that it does since Nana likes to learn.
Nana has been working on her book as of late as well, and has gotten somethings done but not the things that are needed to connect some earlier chapters.
heres the start of the newest chapter. lets see if you can place it with the rest that Nana has posted.
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Biku grunted as he tore the last panel from the bulkhead. He looked down the gutted corridor as he tossed the panel into a pocket that was set up on the adjacent wall. The work was easy and menial but it kept him occupied. The plan that Vermillion had laid out was to strip all the exterior and interior of all the non ship essential parts and to refit it with newer, more suitable armor.
A light beeping came from the device that held the pocket open. Biku squatted and looked at the display; it was full. He typed the key combination he was taught and closed the pocket. With a sigh he opened up a comm. channel to the head of construction.
“Yeah?” The man on the other end spoke with a slight rash as though he had been doing some hard labor.
“It’s full.” Biku said flatly.
“What’s left?”
“I’ve stripped the outer walls and the bulkheads.” Biku looked at the wall in front of him, “All that is left is for the other team to come and replace the systems.”
“I see.” The man paused, “Given what I have heard about you I know you hate to be thanked so I’ll forgo that.”
“Is there any thing else I can do? Maybe something a bit more challenging.”
“Ask the acting commander. I’ve got nothing left on my end.”
Biku sighed, “Nice.” He shut off the comm. and stood up. The commander, that girl that was hanging off of Vermillion like some whore. Great.
Biku stared at the blinking lights and flowing neuro-gel that stood exposed inside the bulkheads. How the hell does this stuff run a computer? All it is is a bunch of data. Why would the data need this fake blood?
The comm. on his wrist started to beep. What now? He turned it on, “What?”
“Well,” It was the man from earlier, “I spoke to the commander and she has asked me to have you meet her in the lower airlock on deck 30.”
“Any reason?”
“She said it would be challenging.”
Biku rubbed his forehead, “Right.” The comm. cut out. Me and my big mouth.
The trip to the airlock was not all that difficult, just a bit tedious. Since most of the ship’s internal systems were down, all the lifts were also down; so he had to climb down several different shafts and crawl through some access tunnels to make it to the destination. The door was open when he arrived and the woman stood there with her space suit half on. She looked up at him as he entered, “Welcome.” She pointed to an open closet, “Put one on.”
“Don’t need one.” Biku said as he walked up to her.
“Uh,” She zipped up the suit, “yes you will. I don’t care what you are, space will kill you.” She scratched her head, “Somewhat.”
She had a point. Biku shook his head and grabbed a suit his size, “What are you planning on doing?”
The woman picked up a pair of gloves from the bench and sealed them to her suit, “They just attached the new deflector dish, we need to do a systems check and run a pass through the main frame.”
“And this requires my help how?” Biku asked as he sealed his gloves the way he had seen the woman do it.
“It is a two person job and you wanted a challenge.” The woman checked her gas levels, “And I know you haven’t been space walking yet.”
“How is it any different than normal?” Biku stared at his read out; it meant nothing to him.
“First you’ll be upside down, then you have the magnetic cling of the boots. Then there’s the fact that after a few feet you’ll have to guide yourself through a formless vacuum till we reach the dish.” The woman put her hands on her hip, “Since I know you can’t fly, you might have a bit of trouble with that.”
Biku scuffed and put on his helmet. It felt a bit uncomfortable. The last time he wore a helmet was when he was with the army back home, and those were metal and not as tight fitting. He put on the air pack and followed the woman into the inner airlock and followed her lead to turn on the magnetic boots. When the inner doors closed, a rush of air left the tight room and Biku felt a slight pull on his skin and inners. It was definitely an interesting sensation.
The outer doors opened and the vast broken under belly of the ship was laid out before him. All around the hull was stripped leaving the outer frame exposed. A small work shuttle passed below; Biku looked down, or maybe up would be a better way of saying it. He was standing on some sort of ground and even though it was the boots that held him there, it could be considered down. Yes, that is the best was of thinking about this. It would keep from disorientation.
“You coming?” The woman’s voice over the comm. broke through the silence that had engulfed them when the air of the ship was sucked out.
Biku looked at her, her face was slightly hidden by the glean of the spot lights that reflected off her visor, “I don’t have much of a choice now do I.”
The woman shook her head and left the airlock. Biku disliked the way the boots clung to the metal hull. It felt quite unnatural. Not like any of this has been all that natural in the first place. All around in the large bay area the construction crew was working at a frantic pace. Momentary sparks leapt from beams being pieced in the distance. Shuttles appearing and disappearing around the ship. People floating free as they travel to another work site.
Biku followed the woman out of the airlock and across the metallic ground that composed the hull. It wasn’t so much a metallic clunking sound as it was the thought of the sound that filled Biku’s ears.
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Short and sweet
For all of you who didn't catch the whole wedding and are too lazy to track back to the old posts Nana is now giving a refined copy in a word doc with the links to all the embedded things, like the commercials and the pictures.
It is a whole 18 pages of shear goodness. Righ Here
Le sigh
Nana has been so busy with school lately. he differential equations and linear algebra class is giving her trouble since she is having trouble remembering all the things that must be done for problems and she has to write a persuasive paper for her english class. NANA IS A FICTION WRITER DAMN IT!!! She wishes that there was a creative writing class that would count towards her degree.
Nana is also in the process of moving to a new place and that place has a few problems. If things go well, they will be fixed and Nana can deal. But Nana has a limited time before she must finish moving so the problems need to be fixed now.
Nana has been catching up on fansubs and has finally watched the Aria OVA. Nana has always loved Aria. It is one of her top most favorite series. The OVA is no exception, freaking beautiful. Next is ef-A tale of memories, produced by SHAFT, and all I can say after the first ep is TOUHOU FTW!!! Next up is Shugo Chara, Nana is currently reading the manga and is fairly pleased with the TV transition. There are some changes but they don't distract. Next is Monster. yes Nana knows it's been around a while, but she just never got around to it. Nana like it.
The last thing on Nana's mind is she needs something to write a short story about. After she finished the wedding, she lost all other ideas. So not fun. So if you have any suggestions, tell Nana.
The Sun moves slowly across the sky
It's rays flow endlessly along the ground
The hands of wind bring clouds again
Water sprinkles my face with life
I smile, watching the colors change
The Sun is leaving on a journey
Night has come and asks for quiet
The rain abides, leaving a soft mist
All is well
This is the end y'all
It is a long post, but a good one, so please read all the way.
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Bob: *nods his head* Nice Boat.
Chad: That it is.
Bob:*Looks around* It would seem that the clean up crew is finished. Her laughter sounded like the cackle of a hyena in heat.
Chad: You know, that sounds about right. *Watches as the last of the clean up crew leaves* Once everyone is seated, the ceremony will start.
Bob: Hey, isn’t that a death march?
Chad: *Stops to listen to the organ* It is fitting. I hear that there will be a funeral for Ms Tohru after the wedding.
Bob: What about Jungy?
Chad: Most likely desecration, so I think that it will be held after the two gals leave for the airport. Till then , the corpse is under heavy security and Nana was ordered not to go there.
Bob: Who ordered her?
Chad: Ms Zakuro I believe.
Bob: Ah.
Chad: *Points to the Reverend’s door* I here that Reverend Nana will be doing the funeral as well.
Bob: One wedding and a mass funeral, things never get old do they.
Chad: Surprisingly no.
*The loud chatter of the hall grows as more people take their seats. Bob’s eyes are expertly trained on the Key animation section.*
Bob: I am so grateful that Misuzu agreed to be a ring bearer. Otherwise I don’t think some of my favorite Lolis would be here.
Chad: I don’t see Ayu though.
Bob: I know, she’s one of my all time obsessions. Sucks.
*The death march stops*
Chad: It seems they are changing the organ player. It looks like they will be having Sayuri of the Key girls play the bridle march.
Bob: Ah, yuri.
*The chatter in the hall dies down.*
Chad: *Watches as R Nana comes out onto the stage, followed by his sister who is dressed in a vibrant red dress.* Here we go.
R Nana: *Puts on a pair of cat ears*
Bob: *snickers* Neko Nana Mode
Chad: Shh…
R Nana: Dearly Beloved, we are assembled here in the presence of God to join these two otaku in holy marriage. Marriage is one of the oldest and most sacred institutions of God. It was established in the garden of Eden, graced by the personal presence of Christ at Cana of Galilee, likened by the Apostle Paul to the mystical union which exists between Christ and the Church, and is declared in Holy Scripture to be honorable before all men.
Our Savior has declared that a man shall forsake his father and mother and cleave unto his wife. By His eternal Word, He has instructed those who enter into this relation to cherish a mutual esteem and love; to bear with each other's infirmities and weaknesses; to comfort each other in sickness, trouble, and sorrow; in honesty and industry to provide for each other in the things which pertain to God; and, to live together as the heirs of the grace of life.
*The side entrance opens to reveal Jungy. She is wearing something similar to this but it looked like it has been through a few battles.*
R Nana: *Looks at Jungy* Are you to be the one to accept the Bride
Jungy: *Nods* Yes
R Nana: Then come forward.
*Jungy walks out onto the stage and faces the priest*
*Cue Bridle March.*
*The flower girl, Mariko, precedes the pair as they slowly make their way up to the alter in pace with the tune. Mariko quietly sits down in the front row as Utena hands off Kelsey. During the march Misuzu went and stood by Jungy, holding the rings.*
R Nana: Angel Zakuro and Jungy, our God of love has established marriage as the symbol of Christ's perfect relationship to His Body, the Church. We have come to bring you as one before Him. Jungy, God has ordained that one of the united act as the spiritual head, as the responsible provider, and as the initiator of love in this human relationship. By His enablement, your strength must be Zakuro's protection, your character her boast and pride, and you must so live that she will find in you the haven for which the heart of a woman truly longs.
Angel Zakuro, it is God's purpose that you be a loving wife, that you respond to Jungy's love in tenderness with a deep sense of understanding, through a great faith in Christ who brought you together. It is His desire that you have that inner beauty of soul that never fades; that eternal youth that is found in holding fast the things that never age.
Angel Zakuro and Jungy, Christian marriage is not living merely for each other; it is two uniting and joining hands to serve God. Seek His kingdom first, and His righteousness, and He will add all other things to you. Do not expect perfection from each other, perfection belongs solely to God. You need not minimize each other's weaknesses, but always be swift to praise and magnify each other's points of comeliness and strength and see each other through kind and patient eyes.
God will lead you into such situations as will bless you and develop your characters as you walk together. He will give you enough tears to keep you tender, enough hurts to keep you compassionate, enough of failure to keep your hands clenched tightly in His, and enough success to make you sure you walk with Him. May you never take each other's love for granted, but always experience that wonder that exclaims "Out of all this world you have chosen me." When life is done, may you be found then as now, hand in hand, still thanking God for each other. May you ever serve Him happily, faithfully, together until you return to glory or until at last one shall lay the other into His arms. And all this through Jesus Christ our Lord.
R Nana: Jungy have you in the quiet hours of your companionship considered what is your Christian duty as a sort of husband?
Jungy: I have.
R Nana: Angel Zakuro, have you in the quiet hours of your companionship considered what is your Christian duty as a wife?
Kelsey: I have.
R Nana: Angel Zakuro and Jungy, you stand before us as the children of God, redeemed through Jesus Christ. Is it your purpose to establish a home that is truly Christ-centered, where the Word of God is read and obeyed; a home that is welded together by prayer in which the Holy Spirit is your constant guide?
Kelsey & Jungy: It is.
R Nana: *To Jungy* And now, in token that your hearts are joined together in love, will you please join your right hands. *Jungy takes Kelsey’s hand in her own*
Jungy, this woman whom you hold by the hand is to be your wife. She has given you one of the most sacred things under heaven: a woman's life and a woman's love. You may bring her great joy or cause her deep sorrow. It is not what you bring her in a material way that will make true happiness--riches without love are nothing. The gift without the giver is bare. The practice of those virtues as husband that you have shown as her lover will keep her heart won to your heart. Do you vow here, as you have promised Angel Zakuro that you will be true and loyal, patient in sickness, comforting in sorrow, and forsaking all others, keep yourself only unto her so long as you both shall live?
Jungy: I do.
R Nana: *To Kelsey* Angel Zakuro, this woman whom you hold by the right hand is to be your husband. On your life, your love and devotion she will lean for strength and inspiration. She is going to look to you for encouragement, for cheerfulness and confidence. No matter what the world may say or think, people may forget her, lose confidence in her, and turn their backs upon her, but you must not. May your life and your love be the inspiration that will constantly lead her to greater dependence upon our Lord Jesus Christ. Do you vow here, as you have promised Jungy that you will be loyal in adversity, ministering to her in affliction, comforting her in sorrow, and forsaking all others, keeping yourself only unto her so long as you both shall live?
Kelsey: I do.
R Nana: You may now share your vows with each other.
Jungy: *Looks deeply into Kelsey’s eyes* From the moment I first sponged your head, I knew that I would spend the rest of my life with you. It also helps that you taste sooo good with strawberries *Kelsey blushes a deep red* You are my perfect little munchkin and I’ll never let anyone touch you. *Looks at the audience* No one. *Looks back in to Kelsey’s eyes.* With this ring, *Misuzu walks around to stand in front of the two. Jungy picks up a ring* I make you mine and only mine, especially when there’s chocolate sauce involved.
Bob: I need a cold shower.
Chad: I said, Shhh
Kelsey: *Her face is a deep red, she looks like she will die from embarrassment.* I tried to think of something special to say, but the words wouldn’t come. In a way I guess you could say that my love for you can’t be described by just words. My love for you is deep and will always be. *Picks up the other ring. Misuzu returns to her previous position* With this ring, I become yours. To do with as you please. Just be gentle.
R Nana: As a minister of the gospel, and an avid otaku I am proud to bear witness and join these two forever in the bonds of love. So, by the power invested in me by our Lord Jesus, I pronounce you to be to each other, wife and wife. Whom therefore God hath joined together, let no man or woman put asunder. You may now kiss the bride.
*Jungy takes Kelsey passionately into her arms and kisses her deeply. The hall erupts in applause. Sayuri, who is now joined by some strings players, begins to play Canon in D*
Chad: That was utterly beautiful.
Bob: So many fantasies, so little time.
*The couple is now making their way down the aisle to the entrance.*
Chad: Well, that’s a wrap. I have to say that this was one of the better weddings we’ve done in a long time.
Bob: And one of the hottest.
Chad: For once I have to agree. Maybe it is the yuri after all.
Bob: Or maybe you’re finally joining the dark side.
Chad: *Chad Chuck Noris kicks Bob* Join us next time when we will show highlights from the reception.
*Cue Tom Petty’s “Mary Jane’s Last Dance”*
*Cue credits*
***
Technical difficulties
This is part 4 of the ultimate wedding.
!!!
*Bob and Chad stand in the back of the south hall. Many of the attendees are entering and finding a seat.*
Chad: Game time is very close now.
Bob: Now, will they kiss at the end?
Chad: Most likely.
Bob: We’ve done a lot of weddings haven’t we.
Chad: And surprisingly you weren’t always a problem at them
Bob: Remember when we did Britney’s first wedding? Back when she didn’t look like a coke whore.
Chad: I’ve always felt that it was a very contrived wedding. Even now, after all the other falling star weddings we’ve done.
Bob: I think she just wants the attention. I mean, she never caught my attention on the Mickey Mouse Club. But she aged well enough. As with most Club members, they were probably “surprised” a lot by Mickey. And that leads to the need to feel wanted and pretty.
Chad: Oh how times change. *Pauses* Wait, you still watch MMC reruns?
Bob: Are you really that surprised?
Chad: *shakes his head* I just figured you would have moved on to some other show with better style.
Bob: You wouldn’t understand.
Chad: Somehow I’m glad I don’t
*A loud scream causes the two to give their attention to the entrance by the stage. Seconds later a body comes crashing though it. Someone with red hair. A young girl staggers through the door, her clothes torn and body covered with cuts. She regains her balance and started to make her way to the exit.*
Bob: Sweet ungodly nice loli! That’s that Fruits chick!
Chad: Wait, someone is following
*Creeping though the door covered in drying blood, Jungy pursues Tohru. The same clothes that she wore during the interview are now torn and shredded.*
Chad: This is not good.
Bob: CAT FIGHT!!!
*Attendees are quickly moving out of the battlefield as a group of armed guards. Jungy turns to meet them but smiles cynically as she sees Nana trailing the guards. Blood erupts from the middle of the group, the guards scatter and Jungy returns to the pursuit.*
Chad: *Has his had to his ear* Yes sir, I understand.
Bob: *Turns to the camera* We’re sorry folks, but we are now going to have technical difficulties.
*The screen goes blank for a second and then changes to*
***
Yes, Jungy hates Tohru with a passion.
Nana's been busy with school and so she hasn't finished the ceremony. Did you know that there are many different types of ceremonies the priest can do? Nana was a bit amazed.
Will the pain never end???
Part three of the wedding. Part two and one are the posts before.
***Reminder, Kelsey and Jungy still need to send Nana their vows for the ceremony***
!!!
Chad: *Is wiping a red liquid from his face* Welcome back. Well, we are now inside Ms Zakuro’s dressing room.
*Nana is quietly washing off a lightly red tinted wall with ammonia. Kelsey is sitting at her mirror waiting for Chad. Misuzu is playing cards with a crow*
Chad: If any of you are worried about Bob, he just got a call and will be away for a while….I think *eyes a very ominous heap in the corner that is covered by a red spotted blanket* Anyway, *addresses Kelsey* Bob was so dead set on interviewing you, wouldn’t tell me why.
Kelsey: *shifts nervously* Yes, well, that is too bad he had to leave. *Also eyes the ominous heap in the corner, which is a deeper red now*
Chad: Okay____ First question. What made you decide to marry?
Kelsey: What made us decide to marry? Hmm...well, I suppose it all started when Jungy and I were having one of our usual frolics in the hot tub...the question just sort of popped up. *blushes* She asked me...and well, I said "Of course!" So there you have it. We might as well frolic in the hot tub and cover each other in chocolate as official "partners."
Chad: *cough* Are you alright talking like that with Nana around.
Kelsey: *looks at Nana who is now playing cards with Misuzu and the crow* She’s harmless
Chad: *nods* Right. Next question: Why have an Otaku Wedding?
Kelsey: Why not? We're both otaku, aren't we? And is this not MyOtaku? So we decided to have OurOtaku wedding. ^_^ Ah, the perfect combination! Plus, we'll have all sorts of our crazy anime-loving friends there to watch as well...including those that would "squee" at yuri.
Chad: Yes, the yuri. Many are here for that. And that really doesn’t bother you?
Kelsey: There are worst things to be bothered about
Chad: *again eyes heap in corner* Yes, all too true. Next question: What will you be wearing for the wedding?
Kelsey: What will I be wearing? Well, shouldn't that be a secret?? But if you want to know who'll be dressed as the guy and who will be the girl...Jungy said she'd be wearing the tux. She's more forceful anyway. *giggles* Always the one that wants to...hehehe. *coughs* No, Chad, you're not getting any more info on that one.
Chad: *Murmurs* The more you say, the safer I feel that Bob isn’t around.
Kelsey: *giggles* How did you get stuck with the guy anyway?
Chad: A promise to his dying mother. It would seem she believes that I’m the only one who can keep him in line. *shifty eyes* Good thing she wasn’t around for New York.
Kelsey: New York?
Chad: Best you don’t look into it.
Kelsey: *sweat drop* Okay___
Chad: Back to the questions. Last one: Do you already have a place picked out?
Kelsey: A place picked out? For what? The honeymoon or the wedding? *laughs* All I know is that Jungy was dead-set--no ifs, ands, or buts--on going to Italy for our honeymoon. No argument there! It'll be sooo romantic...gondola rides...I wonder which company we should ride with? Aria? Himeya? Orange Planet? Hmm...*thinks* Well, we'll decide when we get there. As for the wedding...why, aren't you interviewing me from the location??
Chad: If it were me, I’d go with Aria. It’s small, quiet and they have Akari. When I read about when she did the Wedding of the Sea for that old couple, I was very amazed.
Kelsey: Yes, that was quite sweet.
Chad: Any idea as to where Ms Jungy is? I just got word that she’s not in her dressing room.
Kelsey: *thinks for a moment* You could try the hotel.
Chad: You don’t think she’s getting cold feet do…
Kelsey: *Laughs* Yeah, right. Jungy, cold feet. The only thing that she has that is cold is… *cough* Anyway. She’s probably just…. Taking care of things.
Chad: …… Right, things…..
Kelsey: After talking with you, it seems to me that you have very different interests than Bob.
Chad: Well, I’m all for the yuri, but not so much the loli. Though I don’t know a guy who isn’t for the yuri.
Kelsey: You have a point.
Chad: What’s your room number?
Kelsey: 203
Chad: *Eyes the now red soaked heap* Someone will be by to pick that up.
Kelsey: *Nods* See you at the ceremony. *Waves as Chad leaves room*
Chad: *sighs* For some reason, I’m so used to the noise that when it’s gone, I feel a bit useless. You know, like I’m not really doing anything to help society anymore.
Cameraman: You do have a tendency to save many people from sin.
Chad: *shrugs* Lets get over to the hotel.
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*Chad is standing in the lobby of the hotel where the couple is staying. Oddly enough Bob is reclining on a couch. Rings of duct tape cover his right arm and left leg. A crutch sits propped against the couch next to him.*
Chad: Welcome back. As you can see, Bob has returned.
Bob: *Waves* Yo! *Staggers to his feet and braces against the crutch* So, how’d the interviews go?
Chad: Well, I was able to talk to Ms Zakuro, but it would seem that Ms Jungy is back at the room.
Bob: I wonder why.
Chad: *shrugs* Well, to the second floor.
*The two hosts make their way through the hotel, passing many a cosplayer. After the tenth cosplayer, Chad tazers Bob*
Chad: *knocks on room door* Ms Jungy?
*shuffling can be heard inside and then the door opens to reveal Jungy dressed loosely in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt*
Jungy: TV. I take it you guys are here to interview me. *Opens the door to let the hosts in* Ask away.
Chad: *surveys room* Is there any particular reason you came back to the room so close to game time?
Jungy: I needed to wrap.
Chad: Wrap?
*Jungy lifts her shirt to reveal bandaging wrapped around her chest. Bob collapses from slight anemia*
Chad: That was probably not the smartest move.
Jungy: *Shrugs as she lowers her shirt* I don’t find him all that threatening.
Chad: I guess I should get onto the questions. First one: Why get married at such a young age?
Jungy: Why not? People get hit by cars all the time. I might as well live it up before falling into rush hour traffic.
Chad: Valid, in its own way.
Bob: Sexy in my book
Chad: *Kicks bob, who is still on the floor* Next question: I heard you are wearing black, any particular style?
Jungy: Does ripped and shredded constitute as a style?
Chad: If I were to include the look with the wrapping, then I guess the style would work. Tux or dress?
Jungy: You’ll find that out at the ceremony
Bob: My, you two are secretive. *Is staggering to his feet*
Chad: *Kicks Bob’s crutch out from under him* Next question: Are you, the groom? Or do you also consider yourself a bride?
Jungy: I'm the second bride, but if you're looking at it from a dominance stand point...I'm what you call "the boy".
Bob: *Starts to giggle*
Chad: I got the gist of it from Ms Zakuro. Something about being rough.
Jungy: *Smiles cynically* Maybe, maybe not
Chad: *cough* What ever floats your boat, I guess
Bob: *Finally makes it to his feet* Can you marry me instead?
Jungy: No.
Chad: Good answer
Bob: *starts to sob*
Chad: Last question: Why Otaku style?
Jungy: Because we’re dweebs
Chad: Well, you don’t beat around the bush do you.
Jungy: *Laughs* Actually I beat a lot around the bush.
Chad: *sighs* I walked into that, I should know better by now.
Jungy: Speaking of dweebs, I’m finished here. Mind giving me a ride back to the center?
The LULZ continue
This is part two to Jungy and Kelsey's wedding.
If you have not read the first part, it is the post before.
***Reminder to Kelsey and Jungy, the next party after this will have your interviews, I need your answers to the questions I PMed you. Also I will need your vows for the Ceremony***
!!!
Chad: Welcome back my fellow otakus.
Bob: *Has his left arm in a sling* Yo!
Chad: Don’t worry about Bob. He just got into a fight with a DBZ fan. Something about how the transformation to super saiyan is against the laws of biology.
Bob: It’s true. How does that whole hair color change and the super strength come about. Look at Superman, he’s always super strong and doesn’t need to “power-up” for three episodes.
Chad: *nods* I agree there. *Does a Vanna White to the door the two are standing in front of* Here we have the kitchen. Inside there are over 15 chefs preparing to. Among them are such greats as Mai Tokiha, Aoi Sakuraba, Yakumo Tsukamoto, Tomoyo Daidouji, Chika Itoh, Azuma Kazuma, and Akito Tenkawa. Let’s take a look. *The two hosts enter the kitchen*
*All around cooks are running and the sounds of cooking grease fill the air. A glimpse of Aoi in her kimono can be seen in the corner as she enters the walk-in fridge. A middle aged woman comes to greet the duo*
Howmei: I’m the head chef, Howmei
Chad: So what can we expect for the meal?
Howmei: *Beams with pride* I have the chefs preparing a range of meals, from Japanese to your more modern American cuisine. With luck there should be something for everyone.
Chad: And desserts?
Howmei: Ms Daidouji is in charge of that, but she is out getting the last of the ingredients.
Chad: One would think that there would be no need for that.
Howmei: Well, a friend of Ms Itoh and a flying plush toy came zipping though here earlier and devoured most of the finished desserts.
Bob: How can a plush toy fly? That is so against the laws of physics
Chad: And you’re against the laws of life. Now zip it!
Howmei: Well, we are quite busy so if I may
Chad: Yeah, no problem *The two shake hands* I look forward to the meal *The two leave the kitchen*
Bob: This is so not fun.
Chad: Well, if you hadn’t gotten in trouble with that family in New York, the things might be different.
Bob: I thought she was a vampire.
Chad: Well, she wasn’t. And now I’m the only one who can host with you. We are also banned from the New York Conventions.
Bob: I think they just blew it out of proportion.
Chad: *sighs then looks at camera* I apologies folks. *Walks over to a group of Otaku* Excuse me, fellow Otaku?
Dude in FMA drag: Hey you’re the TV guys the flier talks about.
Chad: So why did you choose to come to this wedding?
Moe-tan cosplayer: We caught wind of the event while trolling 4chan. At first we thought is was some kind of joke, but then when ANN posted an article about it we knew we had to check it out.
Dude in Naruto drag: When we were getting our tickets, we found who was getting married. I actually know both from MyO, you know that Myspace for Otakus.
Dude in FMA drag: The yuri.
Dude in Naruto drag: Yeah, that too.
Moe-tan cosplayer: *is eyeing Bob fearfully* I just think it’s romantic. Two good friends who wish to spend their lives together.
Chad: *Cracks bob in throat causing him to collapse to the ground* Romantic, yes. Most marriages should be.
*The group walks away, the Moe-tan cosplayer moving faster than the other two*
Bob: *Takes a couple gasping breaths as he gives the Moe-tan cosplayer’s departure a suspicious look* It sucks that I have to wait for the DVD’s to be fansubbed.
Chad: *sighs and shakes his head* Do I need to blindfold you?
Bob: She looked 18
Chad: No, that was 15. Again, can you not drool at the cosplayers?
Bob: It’s involuntary, It’s hard to stop.
Chad: Next time you’re getting the blindfold
Bob: But how am I going to help host the show if I can’t see?
Chad: You don’t *Leads the camera down a hall leaving Bob behind* As things start to draw closer to the ceremony, I feel it’s time to interview our two main attractions. *Knocks on a staff room door* Excuse me, Ms Zakuro?
*The door opens a crack to reveal a young girl with pink hair and small horns.*
Nana: Kelsey is busy right now. She can’t talk right now.
Chad: Then how about I interview you while we wait
Nana: Interview Nana?
Chad: Yeah, we already talked to your brother
Nana: *Quietly leaves room and closes door* Did Host-san know that both Nana and her Onii-chan know both Kelsey and Jungy personally?
Chad: You can call me Chad. *Nana nods* No, but knowing that helps me understand why you are the bride’s maid
Nana: Nana was really happy when she was asked to be the bride’s maid. Nana bets her Onii-chan told Chad about her obsession.
Bob: We have similar interests.
Nana: *Looks Bob over* I think that they have a difference of 1 dimension.
Chad: Feel free to defend yourself. He may not be doing anything, but he is thinking it.
Nana: *Sweat drop* Hehe, I think I’m fine.
*commercial break*
Are you looking for something to add a bit of moe to your life? *Random chick nods* Are you under the age of 15? *Chick nods* Then look no further than Azumanga Pigtails. Attachable, and come in many sizes and colors.
May cause itchiness and dry scalp.
Some times
Nana got this idea when she had heard that Jungy and Kelsey were tieing the knot. Now Nana knows that it was a joke but she couldn't help herself and has started to write a wedding, MyOtaku style.
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*Cue “Tough Love” by KISS*
*Cue Montage of successful and failed wedding ceremonies*
*Camera pans around church and planes into our two hosts*
Chad: Welcome to the newest Celebrity Weddings. I’m your host, Chad Bikman. Today’s show is taking a look at the wedding of two famous Otakus.
Bob: I’m Chad’s co-host, Bob…. Wait, what’s my last name? I had one last time.
Chad: Do you remember what happened last time?
Bob: I don’t think they ever issued a warrant.
Chad: They didn’t need to.
Bob: Right… *sigh*
Chad: Anyway, we are currently in front of the Los Angeles Convention Center, home to Anime Expo. Because this is a special event, tickets were sold. As with most weddings of this nature, there are a few weirdoes in the bunch. *Camera pans over to a guy who is dressed as Sailor Moon* Ah, yes, the delusional states some of these people fall into.
Bob: My question is, why Sailor Moon? I mean there are much better magical girls these days. More moe and everything.
Chad: That’s why I said delusional.*Pauses* Bob?
Bob: What?
Chad: We’re not going to have a repeat of New York, are we?
Bob: What, when I *Chad nods* I’ll do my best to hold my urges.
Chad: Good. *motions the camera to follow* The wedding will be held in the south hall and the after party will span most of the building. From what the director tells me, it will play out much like a one day convention after the wedding. *Enters South Hall* Just look at that lighting. In place of the pews we have our standard convention goer folding chair. The props department build the stage where we have a beautiful 18th century alter and a wonderfully non-white Jesus on the cross.
Bob: I thought the guy was supposed to be white.
Chad: How many Middle Easterns do you know that are white?
Bob: Osama
Chad: I rest my case. *Points to upper level* Since the expected turnout is expected to be on par with your average convention, the upper level has been fitted with two large plasma TVs that will give the live cast of the wedding. *Starts to walk to the alter* To the side of the stage we hale the organ. I don’t know who will be our player, but I expect lots.
Bob: Hey, there’s a large bowl of water here. *Moves to drink from it*
Chad: *Stops Bob* That’s holy water, and if you were looking when we walked in, there is another at the entrance.
Bob: *giggles* Christians are funny.
Chad: Sigh…. *Goes into back room* Excuse me? Reverend Nana?
R. Nana: *Turns to greet the hosts* Ah, I was told about this. So this is some kind of TV show people with no lives watch then?
Chad: *sweat drop* I wouldn’t say no lives.
R Nana: *Shrugs* Tomato, Tamato. So what can I do for you, lads? *looks at Bob, who is sniffing Nana’s robes* Is he okay?
Chad: Define “Okay”
R Nana: Ah.
Chad: I was wondering Reverend, how many of this type of wedding have you done before?
R Nana: This one will make my tenth. I got the idea from a friend of mine, Bishop Yatzey. We both are fans of anime and we were watching some show on those weird weddings that other geeks sometimes do.
Chad: Do you charge for your services?
R. Nana: No, the lord Jesus does. I ask for donations after the service. All donators get a free plushy.
Chad: Now, I was looking at the casting and found that the Bride’s Maid is also a Nana. Any relation?
R Nana: She’s my sister. Yeah I know she’s a Diclonious, but she’s quite timid… Most of the time… Just don’t show her any Loli-yuri.
Chad: *Looks at Bob, who is now fiddling with some rosaries quietly giggling to himself* I know your pain.
R Nana: Bless you. But you’re paid to deal with him, right?
Chad: Define paid.
R Nana: I’ll keep you in my prayers
Chad: God ain’t helping me. I burnt down a church by accident when I was young and blamed it on Bob.
R Nana: *cough* All will be forgiven in time.
Chad: Well, I think we should move on. *grabs Bob’s collar* See you at the ceremony. *Nana waves as Chad drags Bob out of the room.*
Bob: *Shakes out of Chad’s grip* That was so uncalled…. *His line of sight starts to follow a familiar figure* Thank god for Key and autism.
Chad: *Looks over and sees Makoto* Bob, what did we agree upon before we entered?
Bob: *sighs* I will not attack the lolis.
Chad: And what is Makoto?
Bob: A fox
Chad: *hits Bob in the back of the head* A loli-fox! No touchy!
Bob: *Rubs head* That is so not cool.
Chad: Live with it
*Commercial break*
Announcer: Ever find yourself tired for no reason? *Some random dude nods* Do you wish you had more pep? *Dud nods again* Then get your hand on some Ramen. Yes Ramen, eaten in animes and real Japanese towns all around. It gives Naruto power, The turtles gave up pizza for it, and the local wiseman won’t even talk to you without having a bowl first.
Side Street Ramen: It make you pimp!
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Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Nana is stuck
Nana has writers block so she will post up a piece of her story she finished last week.
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Ayumi sighed quietly as the lunch bell rang. It had been a long couple of weeks; between the fight and the attack, she felt she was at her limit. It was true that the two of them had become very close, but Ayumi still felt somewhat empty. She stretched as she got out of her chair. I wonder what’s for lunch. She looked towards Junsei’s desk only to find it empty. “Hey, Hiragi-kun?”
The young boy who sat in the desk next to Junsei’s lazily looked at her, “Yeah?”
“Do you know where Junsei went?”
“Mayaki?” The boy shook his head, “She left pretty quickly after the bell rang.”
“I see.” Ayumi bent down and opened her book bag, grabbing her change pouch, “If you see her, could you tell her that I am in the cafeteria?”
The boy shrugged, “Sure, why not.”
“Thanks,” She bowed slightly and walked to the door.
“Hiroe,”
Ayumi turned around, her hand still on the handle, “Yeah?”
“You seem different lately.”
“Your point being?”
The boy shrugged, “I kinda like the new you.”
Ayumi blushed slightly, “Thank you.” She said quietly as she ducked out of the classroom. Geez, what was that for? Was he trying to embarrass me or something?
Wait a minute. Ayumi stop as she watched someone disappear up the stairs. She walked over to the staircase and looked up, all she saw were some fifth years giggling by the window. She went up the first flight of stairs and stopped at the group, “Excuse me?”
The girl with the waist long hair looked at Ayumi, “What?”
“Did a girl with red hair just come by here?”
“Yeah.”
“Which way did she go?”
The girl pointed up the second flight and to the left, “Down that way.”
Ayumi bowed, “Thank you.” She turned and went up the stairs and into the hall. The music room was on this floor, the class was to meet there after lunch. She ran down the hall and stopped outside the room. She could hear something inside, so she cracked the door and peeked in. Junsei sat on the window sill by the piano, plucking randomly at the school’s guitar. Ayumi opened the door and Junsei looked up at her, “Hey, you.” She said calmly as the breeze from the open window rustled her hair.
Ayumi entered the classroom and sat down on the piano bench, “Why did you leave so suddenly?”
“Sorry, I’ve just been thinking.” Junsei looked out the window at the sky; clouds had started to move in.
“I’ve been thinking too and…” Ayumi paused, if I don’t say it now I might never say it, “And I think you should tell everyone the truth. I’m sure that they will understand. I’ll do my best to help you. I just don’t think that keeping it a secret will do much good.”
Junsei looked at Ayumi and smiled. She then closed her eyes and begun to play the guitar. Ayumi stared blankly at Junsei. First of all, she didn’t know Junsei could play; and secondly, why was she playing. The tune had a haunting quality to it. It made Ayumi feel strange, melancholic. It had a bit of quiet sorrow to it as well, like a sense of loss. This didn’t make any sense, what does this tune have to do with what I said? As Junsei ended the tune, she let out a quiet sigh.
“Junsei?” Ayumi called to her, but again she didn’t answer. She just started to play again.
The second tune had the same haunting feeling as the first. Maybe it was the way the guitar was tuned, or maybe it was the way Junsei played. The song brought with it a feeling of quiet reminiscence, of calming memories, of maturity. Ayumi looked at Junsei’s face, she was smiling a quiet smile that seemed to match the tune. Ayumi found herself falling to the tunes haunting melody. She closed her eyes and gently swayed. It was yet another side of Junsei that Ayumi didn’t know about. A side of quiet, inner beauty that she kept to herself.
As the tune drew to a close Ayumi started to wonder if another would follow. It was a moment’s pause, but Junsei continued to play. Ayumi closed her eyes again. It was a sad melody. One that seemed to tell of a long journey, full of longing and quiet hope. All the while, it held the same haunting value as the other two. Ayumi started to think about the times she sat in her room and cried when the kids at her old school made fun of her. Of the times when her mother’s embrace made her feel safe. Was it really the song that was making her think this?
Ayumi looked at Junsei as the song’s last note faded. Her eyes were still closed and still wore the same smile. Ayumi turned when she heard whispers, a few fifth years had snuck into the classroom to listen. Ayumi wondered what they were talking about, but they quickly stop as Junsei started to play.
Rain had started to fall outside, almost as if it was trying to match the mood. The thoughts of foreign lands came to mind with this song. Large open field, cool breezes bending the tall grass. Was Junsei trying to tell a story with the songs? It sounded a bit cliché but that’s the way Junsei was.
The song was shorter than the others, so when Junsei immediately started the next one it took Ayumi a few seconds to realize it. Haunting as always, the melody made Ayumi think of the days she spent at her grandmother’s in Hokkido. The quiet, calming days without worry. Relaxing by the window, looking out at the snow covered ground. The song also had a feeling of strength to it. Not the physical kind and yet, not the emotional kind either. Ayumi looked around the classroom, more kids had arrived. Some were classmates, others were probably there just to get out of the rain. All of them sat quietly listening to Junsei play. One of the fifth year girls gently wiped her eyes. She was one of the first to arrive.
As though no one existed in the world, Junsei continued to play never opening her eyes or changing her expression. The melody was now quicker, different from the others. It made Ayumi think of the heroes in the fantasy books she’s read in the past. Of their journeys to save a world, of their love for someone. But it was a chilling tune, one that made Ayumi shiver when it hit certain parts. She watched Junsei’s hands as they glided along the strings; so precise and slightly mesmerizing. Junsei seemed to know exactly what cords to play, when to play them, and at the same time what emotion she wanted to convey.
Ayumi turned around when Izumi-sensei walked in, she was about to say something when Junsei started the next song; and like the rest who were there, she quietly took a seat and listened. Like the last song, it was a faster melody. It made Ayumi feel nostalgic for some reason. She didn’t know what the nostalgia was for, but it was there. Maybe it was the feeling of battle. The feeling of anxiety, of tension, of worry. It was hard to tell where her feelings began and Junsei’s ended.
Junsei’s expression seemed to go from a quiet calm to an inner sorrow as she started the next song. The longing for another, the feeling of loss when they no longer are near. The tears of a wife who lost her husband; of a child who lost her home. Ayumi listened to the rain as it fell outside, to the sounds of the other kids who still played in the down pour. It was a song for when she started at this school. For when she wished someone would understand her feelings. The longing for her mother.
Ayumi wiped her eyes and looked around the room. Many of the kids seemed to feel the same, some were still quietly crying to themselves. Junsei played on. This time telling of a journey, not a past journey but one that was to come. A strong sense of hope seemed to come from the song. Ayumi started to think about her future with Junsei. She knows that no matter what happens in the world she must stay by Junsei’s side. She must be there for her, to help carry the burden of the destiny Junsei’s father spoke of. A destiny Junsei didn’t even know Ayumi knew about. One that Junsei was only beginning to understand.
Ayumi opened her eyes as Junsei let out a deep sigh. She was leaning against the wall, the guitar now sat in her lap with her hands gently resting on it. The whole room was silent, no one moved, some didn’t seem to breathe. Then one of them started to clap, it was soon followed by everyone else. Junsei slowly stood up, placed the guitar back on its stand and turned to face the group. As she took a deep breath, she smiled at Ayumi. The audience’s applause ended and Junsei bowed, “I’m sorry.”
Everyone began to murmur, wondering why Junsei apologized. So when she began to speak again, everyone quickly stopped talking, “I’ve been lying to everyone. I’m actually really good at sports, English, math, calligraphy. I’ve been told it’s because I study a lot, but it’s mostly because I’m an alien. I just wanted to fit in with everyone, so I lied.” She bowed again, “I’m so sorry.”
Ayumi stood up and took Junsei’s hand, “I’ve known about Junsei for a while now. Please don’t think any less of her. She’s helped me through a lot.”
Izumi-sensei stood up, “Well, I don’t see a problem.” She smiled at Junsei, “As long as you help out some more. Maybe tutoring those who need help.”
Aisawa stood up, “Does this mean I won’t have to be class rep next year?”
Half of the room started to laugh. Ayumi looked at Junsei when she felt Junsei squeeze her hand. Junsei was laughing quietly, “Sure, why not. That is, if we are in the same class. Like hell I’m going to cover for you if you’re in a different one.”
The bell rang ending lunch, all the kids that weren’t in the class left the room and everyone else took their seats. As the two were about to take theirs Izumi-sensei stopped Junsei, “Where did you learn those songs?”
Junsei shrugged, “My dad has played some of them, the rest I just kinda, you know, improvised.”
“There’s a music recital next month, if…”
Junsei shook her head, “That wouldn’t be right for all the other children who worked hard year after year.”
“It’s your choice.”
Research is why Nana hates school
That and writing papers.
Nana has been like, so busy with school that she hasn't posted in a bit. But Nana will have a grand post soon. Some of you might remember her story about the shinigami, http://www.myotaku.com/users/neko_nana_mode/life/1
the July 29th post. "This is not a dream"
Well, Nana has felt the need to write somemore about the character, most likely picking up where She left off last time.
But at the moment, Nana is writing a paper for core comp 2
On a more basic set, Nana has been playing the FPS F.E.A.R. Damn it's awesome, creepy too. Then there is show watching, As always, Nana is watching 24. But now she is also watching the first season of Psych, second season of Lost, Thrid season of House, just finished season one of Heroes, and random movies, one being The Darwin Awards.
Nana has also found out that there is going to be a remake of the original Star Trek. The only posible character is spock and the dude playing him played Sylar on Heroes. Now, what the fuck is this? How can they remake the awesomeness of the orginal series. And who will play Kirk? There is no one who can match the Shatner Kirk. The dramatic pauses, the melodrama, the Shatnerness.
