Wednesday, August 1, 2007

Set from teh stars
I take a deep breath as I stare up at the dull gray sky. The cold winter air seems to pierce my chest. I shiver involuntarily as I wrap my scarf back in place. "Damn it's cold today." I mumble quietly.
"It's cold everyday." A soft, yet firm voice sighs next to me. I look down at my partner; like me you can only see her eyes and from the look of it, she is annoyed. "What would you expect being up here?"
Not wanting to argue, I continue on. The light crunching of snow behind me tells me that she is following me despite her complaints.

I wonder sometimes just how long we've been wandering like this. Why we are wandering. "Hey, Fleda."
My partner stops walking and looks at me, "What?"
"Let me see the binoculars."
She digs in her deep pockets and pulls out the item, "And what pray tell do you need them for?"
I sigh heavily, "Just give them to me."
She shakes her head and hands them over. I put the warm metal to my eyes and lookout from the crest of the hill we stood on, "Did the map say anything about a town being around here?"
"I wonder." The sassyness stung a bit.
"You didn't have to come you know."
"I'm your partner, Momo. What kind of companion would I be if I didn't. Though it would help if you actually had a plan."
I laugh bitterly, "Since when have I ever made a plan." I toss the binos back to her.
She stuffs them back in some random pocket, "So, are we heading to the town?"
I put my hands on my hips, "What do you think?"
Without answering me, Fleda continues on down the hill.

It'll be nice to finally sleep in a warm bed and have a bath. If I ate anything, the meal would be nice; but since I don't eat, I guess it helps save money. Now Fleda on the other hand, she eats, just not food. So I guess that saves on money as well. I wonder what the date is. Maybe the inn has a paper or something. Not like I really care about the news or anything.

Like a young child entering a place full of scary people, Fleda clutches my arm as we enter through the town's gates. "So what is this time, auntie or mommy?" I ask half jokingly.
"I was thinking big sister." She answers in her usual cute voice.
"I like that one. Just don't start feeding till nightfall."
"I'm dead, not stupid."
I laugh quietly as pull my scarf from over my mouth, "Keep a look out for any kind of shop that might sell antiques."
"Right, right." Fleda giggles as she lets go of my arm and runs out into the central square. Some of the people around us smile as they watch the young girl dance around playfully in the snow. I seat myself on the edge of the fountain and watch her with a half smile. Take away the whole undead thing and the need for human blood, and she is just your average girl.

We spent sometime playing with the local kids before starting our search. I guess acting like a kid once in a while ain't all that bad. It was a small shop behind the pub. From the outside it was barely noticeable. As always, I took to searching one side of the shop while Fleda searches the other. Many of the items have a thin layer of dust, but all that means is that the shop keeper is old and probably lazy. The dim light from the lanterns made it hard to see the details on some of the objects. Though how they look doesn't matter, it's how they feel. It always amazed me at what people are willing to give up just for a little money. Some of the things I found were over a hundred years old, some might have even been family heirlooms.

I let out a deep sigh as I leave the shop. A quiet giggle came from beside me. Fleda looks up at me as she leans against the shop window, "Looks like we failed again."
"Looks that way." Fleda takes my hand and starts to hum some random tune as we head to the inn.

We'll continue on, maybe endlessly, till we find what we are looking for. But it really doesn't matter if we ever do find it. What I enjoy most about this journey is seeing all these new places and being with the one I love. We may search till the end of time for all I care, just as long as Fleda is here by my side.


NNM
Lets go FISHING before we go to the SHOW
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Sunday, July 29, 2007

This is not a dream
“ ‘From the darkness I come and to it I shall return.’ Ha!” I scuff quietly as I place the book back on the shelf, “What a corny starting line.” Though I guess I shouldn’t dismiss it that much either; I mean, I make comments like that all the time.
“Can I help you find anything?” I turn around and stare at the plain looking attendant.
I shake my head, “No, just browsing.”
“Just ask if you need anything.” The attendant said as he walked off.
I sigh and pull out my PDA from the inner pocket of my jacket. After a few seconds I had my date book open. ‘3:00 pm, 1120 W Mark Ave. T. Hansen.’ I check the time in the top corner, 2:55. Out of the corner of my eye I see a small goblin like creature beckon to me before scampering like mist up the stairs. Instinctively I follow it.
As I reach the top of the stairs I look over at him as he sat on the railing, “So?” I hold my hands up in confusion. The creature points to a middle aged man with short brown hair, wearing a leather jacket and a pair of faded jeans, who was browsing the CDs. Must be T. Hansen. I slowly walk over to him and pass behind him brushing my hand gently on his back, “Excuse me.” I say as I pick up a Dave Mathews CD.
I watch the man out of the corner of my eye. He looks at a few more CDs and then walks off to the stairs. Seconds later I hear a ‘Shit!’ and some loud thuds, then a few screams and a ‘Call 911!’ I look up at the all too familiar man next to me, “So what’s the T stand for anyway?”
The man looks at me, his confusion easy to read, “Toby. Am I dead?”
“Broken neck probably.”
“Did you kill me?”
I shake my head and point to the laughing goblin, “He did, I just took your soul before you died.”
“So you’re death?”
“Kinda.”
“I though death was a dude with a cloak and sickle.”
“This ain’t the middle ages, bud.” I pat Toby on the back and lead him back down stairs, giving his body and the swarm of people a quick glance.
“So what now?” He asks as I pull him away from the crowd.
“Well, usually you are supposed to pass on. Ya know, go to heaven or whatever you believe in.”
“What, you don’t take me there? You actually read this stuff?” He sticks his hand through a random manga back on the shelf.
“What, can’t an undead girl have a hobby?” I grab the latest yuri manga from Seven Seas, “Anyway, how could I take you to a place I don’t know. This ain’t an escort service.”
“Well then how did you know I was going to die?” Toby walked through the shelves as I went to the register.
“I get an email every morning telling me the times, places, and names of people who are going to die. I don’t get reasons.” I sigh as I watch a clerk scamper from somewhere to the register, “If you really want to know, you could try and ask one of the deathlings. They are the ones that do the killing.”
“Sorry about that.” The clerk says as he scans the manga, “Find everything you are looking for?”
“Yeah,” I point to the police that were entering, “A bit crazy today.”
“Someone fell down the stairs.”
I hand the clerk me credit card, “You don’t say.”
“Sign here,” The clerk handed me a receipt.
“How tragic.” I glance at Toby, who is trying to grab a pen that sat on the counter.
“Have a good day, ma’am.” The clerk says as I grab my bag and leave.
“How did you get this job anyway?” Toby asks as we leave the store.
“I died.” I say flatly as I check the PDA again. I look at Toby, “So, you gonna pass on or what?”
“I just ask how I am to do that.”
“And I said ask someone else.” I open the door to my car, “Well, get in. I have a 4:30 appointment at a sushi bar.”
Toby reluctantly sat down in the passenger seat, “Who’s going to die now?”
“An A. Lewis.” I toss my bag on the back seat and close my door, “My sickle is in the back seat.”
“Are there more of your kind?” Toby asks as I back out of the parking spot.
“I told ya this ain’t the middle ages. We’re broken off into different departments. I’m in the outside influence department. Everything from falling down a flight of stairs to suicide. Worst one I’ve seen was in a meat packing plant. Dude fell into the grinder.”
“How did you get into the plant?”
“I’m undead, if I don’t want to be seen then I won’t be.”
“Ah.”
We spent the rest of the drive to the bar in silence. I have been to this place before, and if I remember correctly there is a hibachi side. Most likely some drunk idiot will get it. When the goblins don’t help me, it’s like a game of Clue. Find the high risk factors and the potential victims. If I’m lucky, A. Lewis will have a reservation.

“Welcome,” The cute looking hostess greets me as I enter, “Will you be at the bar today?”
I shake my head, “No, I am actually with the A. Lewis party.”
The woman nodded, “They are at table 4.”
“Come on,” I motion for Toby to follow, “If all the seats are taken you’ll have to stand.”
“Whatever.”
As I arrive at table 4 I see a very business looking man with other business looking people, “Mr. Lewis?” I stop behind the group.
A thirty-something black hairs man looks at me, “Yes?”
I extend my hand, “I’m Allison Long from the New York branch.”
“I don’t remember hearing about anyone from New York coming.” He took my hand all the same.
“It was last minute. I was in town and my boss told me to come here.”
“Well, have a seat Allison.”
I sit at the end of the table and watch as the chef comes with the food cart, “Ah, looks like we have a new guest.” He bows slightly towards me, “And what will you be having?”
“Whatever you got with you.” I grab the sake and pour myself a cup.
The chef smiled and started his cooking show. I look at Toby, “So how do you think it will happen?”
“I don’t know.” He watched as flames shot up from the grill, “The dude catches fire.”
“I was thinking that, but from the look on the deathling’s face that killed you, it most likely will be more gruesome.” As if coming at request, one of the goblins appears in the seat next to me. I lazily pour him a glass of sake, “Speak of the devil.” I check my watch, two minutes.
The goblin downs the drink and gives a quiet growl. The chef was doing some kind of knife show. Is was only a flash, a small speck of light as the tip of one of the knives breaks and lodges itself into A. Lewis’s neck. A spurt of blood and an all to familiar scattering of people.
“You’re not from New York are you.” Mr. Lewis says as he watches his co-workers try and help him.
“I lived there some time back.” I grab the sake bottle and hook my arms in my two dead guy’s and leave the bar. I’ve got a schedule to keep and death waits for no one.


NNM
Nana has been a bit violent lately so today she will be killing with extreme cuteness
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Friday, July 27, 2007

Sometimes in the dark......
A flight of fancy, I always thought, ment riding ing a fabulously designed plane and the crew are dressed all snazzy and genteel. But according to Malak, it is more of a state of mind and behavior. It's not like I ever listened to the dude. But for some reason I felt he might be right.

Thought the thought of such a gay and lively plane flight did still appeal to me. And thus I set out to achieve my goal. Which at the time was a flight of fancy, my kind of fancy.

My quest started in the small town of Smallville. There I was to meet with the head dude by the name of Lex. He was the guy who'd provide the plane and drinks. But, like most adventures, there had to be a boss fight. This time around it was General Brigan. That fat overly zelous warmonger was a pain to kill.

Once the monetary transaction with Lex was complete I set off to the next destination, Tokyo. Why Tokyo you ask, because of that damned tower. If I want other party members, the best way to find them is go to where everyone seems to go. Granted, most seem to want to destory the city of the world, but I figure that the offering of drinks and a party like none other would at least quench their bloodlust for a bit.

Well, while in Tokyo I got sidetracked at Cafe Mew Mew. Maybe it was the awesome sweets or the massive moe factor of the girls working there. Couldn't really say. But I felt that their services were needed for the flight; so I talked them into a temporary contract. That and I had to stop the "Evil" that threatened the world. Unbeknownst to them I was that evil.

Now all that was left is the band. You can't have an awesome flight of fancy without a band. The question was, who? I knew many underground types and a few main stream, but I didn't know what everyone wanted. It came to my attention during a boss fight with Ganon that he'd be willing to set up a deal with Beck, a new indie band.

We were set, we had it all: music, spirits, food, the best of the evil sector, and massive moe. And it would have been great, if it wasn't for those pesky kids. Damn Scooby Doo and his ragtag group of infidels. Damn them to the blue gay hell.

With the party ruined and the food devoured, I no longer knew what to do. In my anger, I killed another Rei. It surprises me that she never takes it personally.

I spent the rest of the week at Onomichi shrine kickin' it wish Yashima-sama and his dog god friend.

***
Nana's happy dreams are fun. Nana's not so happy dreams are a bit like the pictures she has been posting, but magnified by 10.


NNM
Please be my Imouto
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Monday, July 23, 2007

You have to admire that pazzaz
“Gotta catch’em all!” Or at least that is what they try and teach you from the beginning. So you tell me what I was supposed to do. I was young, dumb and had really bad fashion sense; being a trainer was all that I could do. At first it was a bit disorienting moving from a first person perspective to an over head one. But after an hour or so wandering around town, I found it most rewarding. I mean, I knew what was going on behind me and with the new view it also seemed I could enter anyone’s house… Not that I’m a voyeur or anything.

Well, now that I had the newness, it was time to get my first pokemon. My choices were a fire breathing Manabi, a water spouting yoshi, and a leafy Pino. No brainer, I like fire and Manabi provides the best conversation. With new pokemon in hand I set out from the first gym, in Yulia city. As I left my home town some idiot by the name of Gamera. He’s all “I’m your rival and everytime you leave a city I’ll be there to battle you”. And I’m all “Manabi, burn him to the ground.” And he’s all, “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!” And me and Manabi gain dark side points.

It was quite a feat that we made it to Yulia city with all that damned high grass and all those other trainers that kept trying to battle us if we just looked at them. I bet you can guess what we did. By the time we made it to the city entrance, Manabi and I were well on our was to being Sith lords. Also, I picked up a flying type named Kana; she uses the giant bow in her hair to fly.

At the gym, all the trainers that wished to battle before I even got to the leader were taken out by the death charges I set the night before. God I love this over head view. When the local police arrived I was already on my way to the next gym. Poor Brock may his charred body rest in pieces.

But all was not to be. As I left the city I came across a massive plot of an evil group called The Moron Corps. to steal all the pokeman and make them sex slaves. Evil, so very evil. So, using Manabi’s suggestion of infiltrating the group I met the leader and we sent him early to his appointment in hell. We also reorganized the group to a suicide cult and the next day they all jumped from the edge of the world. With the Moron Corps out of the way, me and my gang were on the way to being the best. Mostly because all who stood in our way met an untimely and mysterious end.

Now, while mindless acts of violence can keep me occupied till the end of time, I still need to eat. So, I saved my game and rubbed the strain out of my eyes. I was in the mood for curry and the best place to get it was Moby Dick’s. So off to Second Miltia.

Unbeknownst to me, the whole galaxy was at war with some weird salt creatures. And they weren’t winning. They’re made of salt, SALT for Christ sake. And how do we deal with salt? FIRE!!!! Lots and lots of fire. The down part was that many innocents died, but eh, what are you supposed to expect.

With over half the galaxy destroyed, I felt that my services were no longer needed and packed my bags, chartered the nearest nebula and left to another universe.

****
Nana has been playing too much KOTOR and Pokemon. Not that that is a bad thing. It's just that when the whole pokemon game starts to creep into Nana's dreams, than it is a problem. like a while back when Nana first got Diamond, she was dreaming about catching a serial killer and she went and used that explorer kit and searched the underground all pokemon style.

Nana also picked up an old GC game called Ikaruga. It is a top down shooter. The key point to the game is that unlike the Touhou games and the grazing, Ikaruga is a bullet eater type. There still is a screen full of bullets, it's just that they are two different colors and you change your ship accordingly. If you eat a bullet of the opposite color you die. So very hard. Yet so very fun.


NNM
Heed her words
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Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Maybe they are a bit confusing
Looking back at the last post Nana came to thinking that it was one of her least comprehensible dream. Even when Nana was looking over her notes, it was hard to form a story.

Sometimes the dream will change halfway through and that confuses Nana when she wakes up if the transition was too vague.

Anyway, Nana is posting now a favorite of her dreamscapes that has such transitions but they were more usable.

***
On the other side of the mirror, cell phones are usually free. But at some point you have to give it back. That was how we met. I didn’t really know the guy since he rarely used the mirror but we hit it off good. Bruce, from down under. What a guy he was. He told me many stories of the old days back with the other Bruces. I must have been really tired because I fell asleep and woke up in a meat locker surrounded by Mexican soccer players. Dominguez del Taco filled me in on the situation. Apparently the Red Dragons were after Bruce and they used gas. Now why the Mexican soccer team was there, I never knew; but I didn’t have to worry long. With way too much flash and dance, our friendly neighborhood Boogiepop came to the rescue.
You see, Spooky E was back on the streets dealing out drugs and he was the one who tipped off the Red Dragons.
Now while MOMO was doing her thing and checking out the Mexicans, I was using the Elsa’s computer to try and find out just where The Marathon was and if I could get a team of BOBs to help. Sadly Durandel was his usual ass of an AI and I got nowhere.
My next idea was to contact the rebellion and get the clones to do the job but Rei wasn’t feeling well so that was a bust as well.
My spirits were dim and I was about to give up, but KOSMOS came along and gave me the BFG9000. The enemy was DOOMed now.
After agreeing that we would meet outside CC Corps HQ, me and Samus set off to prepare.
When I got to the dealership, I found Karen was bleeding everywhere again and had to help clean up. After everything sparkled I got enough ammo and my trusty chainsaw and set off for the rendezvous point.
Is it a bird, a plane, no. It was Samus on a Rheaird and she wasn’t alone, she had brought the trusty Hayate. He was under orders of his master to retrieve the lost copy of G*dum S**d episode 211.
So we took the rear stairs not to bring attention to ourselves, but it was tedious in itself. Barret wouldn’t shut up and he was going senile around floor 38, something about Marleen and a blow drier.
(Now I bet you are wondering just when he got there, Nana couldn’t tell you. He just kinda showed up)
So we got to the top floor where we found Excel dead….again….. So we dialed up PX-34521 and sent her through the Stargate to be placed in a sarcophagus.
At this point the buildings alarm system was blaring and I couldn’t hear a thing so I turned down the volume and paused the game. I was hungry you see, and the fridge was down the river. So I had Emma Ai take me down to the place where the store was and again refused the straw doll.
In the store I found Media and Becky preparing for an assault on the Hidamari apartments. I wished them luck and grabbed the A-positive blood I came for.
Apparently Ai had a job, so I had to walk back. I hate walking along the river bank because I always find I have to fight off a lot of Flan. Stupid random battles.
I was doing fine till I met up with a mini boss. And it wasn’t your run of the mill mini boss; it was a Yellow Knife.
Kazumi was quickly eaten and Yuri barely made it through. I was also on the verge of death. If it wasn’t for the passing scarab I don’t think I would have made it home.
SHOCK!!! Upon arrive home I had found that the cat had reset the game. All that work all that……… You mean he was killed by HIM?
That’s not possible.
The detective showed me the music box, it was HIM. That fucking bastard killed my wife and now he’ll pay…………

****

Nana loves the whole strangeness of it.


NNM
Nana has found the perfect way to show her love
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Monday, July 16, 2007

Nana are God
When ever the wind blew, I would always hide in my trailer. All that reinforced steel and what not. But Then the FEDs had to come at take away the trailer. Why? Because they felt like it. I don't remember doing anything to them. Maybe it was because it had "4chan party trailer" printed on the side. They always hate when someone takes their ideas.

Well, that did pose a problem cause the next wind storm was right around the corner. So I felt that my next course of action would be to see a certain builder named Bob about a new trailer. Now, the problem was I didn't know where Bob lived, but I got lucky. I ran into an old acquaintance, Dora, who was an explorer. She took me to Bob's house.

Sigh, it turned out that Bob was a cheat. I mean, 100,000 Ecure for the trailer. What the fuck!? That is way to expensive. I was very angry and felt the need. You know that need, the one where you just want to kill. That was my assassin droid's, HK-47, job. I sent him on a killing rampage. Sadly, he was mauled by KOS-MOS. Damn her.

Now what was I to do? No trailer, and no killer droid. Maybe a tape. yes, "that" tape. I should send it to Bob. But I like instant gratification and seven days seems like a long time. I could send a Grudge against him.

In the end my idea was to take him to All God's Village and leave him as the Kusabi. That worked out fairly well, but I had a hell of a time trying to get out. If it wasn't for my following around a pair of twins, I might have been killed too.

Still, that didn't solve my trailer problem. Damn my blood lust. Well, I was in luck, I met up with Sakuya and she said that the mistress would be happy to have me over. Apparently the reason was Remilia was redecorating the Scarlet Devil Mansion and she just wanted the extra hands. At least I had shelter from the wind storm.

Everything was going fine till Marisa blew a gapping hole in the archive wall with her Master Spark spell. Worst part was I was in the direct path of the beam, so I found myself Half dead in some field somewhere.

**
After that it was just some strange nonsensical things that Nana couldn't make out till she woke up.


NNM
THIS is why Nana hates homework.
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Friday, July 13, 2007

Thus.....
Nana has went and seen Transformers!!!
OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!

It was awesome. Nana was so worried but after watching it, not any more. Now mind you, it is more or less based on the newest adaptation of the original but maybe it was because of Optimus being voiced by the original actor, or they had the original transformation sound, or maybe the graphics, or maybe the action, or maybe the pure awesomeness.

It also made Nana remember just how profound Optimus' voice can sound. That actor rocks in that department.

Not much else happened this week that Nana can talk about. Sucks that way ya know.


Yesterday and tomorrow come and go
With them should come today
Does the present really exist
In the way we have alway been taught

My mind can seem to find, or to feel
What it was that brought me here
Was it yesterday, was it tomorrow
Well what about just now

It has been said that time flows
Like a river on a never ending slope
What is done can never be changed
And what will be done can never be known

So how does that make up today
How does that make my life flow
I act in the now and never look back
I act without thought of the future

I look at the one who stands beside me
She looks back at me with a smile
I ask these never ending questions
"We are together" is all she says


NNM
Lets walk to school together
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Wednesday, July 11, 2007

The wonders
Now I've been living next to two brothers for as long as I can remember; their plumbers I believe. They are originally from New York, so their brotherly quarrels are just common place. That said, when they started to argue about some "princess" I just ignored it like always. That was until the bamboo cutter came to my door. You see, his daughter, adopted, had gone missing and he is enlisting help. The brothers are always off saving Momo-hime so they are a no brainer. But why me? My princess saving skills are abit rusty, but my l33t h4cking 5ki112 are Lain approved.

So the next course of action was to get the party set. Since Momo-hime and Toad were free for the weekend they were in. I went out and found Momotaro and his animal friends. I also picked up Nagato from the library, her magic is always a blessing. Next on my list was Yurie-sama, she is a god you know.

The party set, we headed off from Kalm. Again, as I've said in the past, random battles suck. Now since we had a quick level gain code running in the back ground (Nagato's work)the enemies in this area were short work. Our destination was Axia of the Solomon islands were Yukari-chan was waiting with the SSA's newest rocket. Now, it's not like I hate to fly, it's just that the SSA's rocket explosions to successful launches ratio is explosion heavy.

Well, a few mini-bosses and one Jenova later, we arrive at the launch pad. There we had to strip down and change into the extremely skin tight space suits. Can anyone say, "Bulge"? With this in mind, I body swapped into a girl that was prepared for me by Lilith just for something like this. So now the only bulges I need to worry about are the "milk maids".

Once we were all loaded in the rocket Matsuri-chan started the count down. I tell ya, the feeling of the G-force of a launch is nothing to sneeze at. I learned that first hand. It hurts, and not just the fact that your lungs feel crushed after, but also the damned spray hits like hail. Next time I'm bringing a klennex.

The trip was short and sweet since, again thanks to Nagato, we had some speedy back ground codes. Landing complete, we broke off into three people parties and began the search. I was with Momotaro and Toad. Later we met up with Samus and I switched Toad with her since her level 5 Blast is something to reckon with. Since Nagato wasn't in the party, we had to level naturally. Thankfully, the levels we gained on Earth were enough to give us a small advantage.

Well a day passed and we finally entered the dungeon that was the Center of the Moon. Now surely the princess was here. No, she wasn't. All that damned walking and climbing and all we found was Zeromus. That bastard. So now we had to backtrack since Momtaro forgot the wing bottle.

As we left the dungeon, we got word over Samus' comm that the brothers had found a letter that the princess was destined to return to the moon because she was their princess. Well, that said, we met up with the brothers and Yukari-chan at the rocket. I used my force persuasion and made Momo-hime give me the Elixir that was meant for the Emperor. What would you expect? Those things are rare.

Well, accidents happen and we landed at North High and were almost kicked out, but Haruhi swayed the student council in our favor.
So now I'm sipping Asahina's wondrous tea while playing Samus, who was suitless, at Othello when Malak comes bursting in....

***
Nana woke up at that point. Man was that a good one. Nana will never forget.

If you'd like a more serious read, Nana's last post has one. Please read if you haven't yet.


NNM
COOKING is so fun!!!
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Sunday, July 8, 2007

Nana feels good
Remember how Nana has been in writersblock with her novel. Well Nana has gotten some thngs done that have connected a few of the pieces together.
Here is a small thing that foreshadows things to come.

***
“I admit that your heart is in the right place but,” An aged man spoke softly from the opposite side of the large round table, “whether he stays or leaves, they will still come here.”
Salvo nodded, “I understand your concern. Though I don’t think you are looking at the bigger picture.” His firm voice filled the ancient meeting hall. Across from where he was seated sat five clocked men. Each wore a color that represented the different factions of the current government. Red, the People’s Republic of Reform; silver, the Liberal Union Front; cobalt, the Farien Peace Gathering; violet, the Mystics of the Central Plains; brown, the Terrian Democracy. “This way we have control over the situation. We know where the wanderer is, we know the entry point and this way no other dimension will get involved.”
The man in red and the man in silver spoke quietly with each other. “How do we know that we can trust the wanderer?” The man in silver asked.
“We don’t,” Salvo tapped his head, “But Kain says that there is no threat. If it comes to the point that the wanderer must be dealt with, Kain will take the appropriate actions and eliminate the wanderer. He is only half demon after all.”
The man in violet groaned, “No matter, I for one wish not to put my trust in the dark one.”
“I may not like his methods either,” The man in cobalt said, “but he is efficient and has never failed a mission.”
The man in brown raised his hand, “Is there anything we must do to prepare?”
Salvo shook his head, “At this point, any movement we make may be seen by the Federation or the Union as an act of aggression by the opposite party. I can move about fairly free, but if I were to move with council members I would stand out too much.”
“I would like to put some sort of leash on the wanderer.” The man in red suggested.
Again, Salvo calmly shook his head, “Do you know the story of the Hessin priest?”
“I do not.”
“The priest was a hermit. He spent his time in a small cottage outside of the village. One day a young man stumbled into the priest’s yard. The man looked beaten, battered, and was on the verge of death. The priest didn’t want the company but felt that is was right to at least bring the man back to good health. Months past and the man woke from his dreamless sleep to find that he was chained to a bed. When he asked the priest why, the priest simply told the man that chains are what a criminal need. The man claimed he had done nothing and was merely running from pursuers that wished to kill him. The pursuers were the king’s knights. The man was a former soldier but deserted when he heard of the king’s plot against the nearest kingdom. The priest, of course, did not know this, only that the man was wanted. The chains fed the man’s anger and soon he broke free killing the priest. The man was found soon after and executed. The king was then able to take out the near kingdom.”
“In this case, the man is the wanderer and the priest is us.” The man in cobalt inferred.
“Correct.” Salvo folded his hands on the table, “I believe that if I give Biku a little freedom, that I can gain sympathy towards this plain. Also by quietly, and gradually poking at his human side I may gain an ally for future operations.”
“Where would you start?” The man in silver asked.
“He has a family. A wife and daughter, at the least. My daughter has yet to get anything more from him on the subject. As is, my daughter seems to have made it her life’s goal making Biku open up his heart.”
“Can she do it?” The man in violet asked.
“She is a star child. Her potential is yet unknown. But I believe, star child or not, that she is very capable of transposing her faith and love onto Biku. For she is an image of his daughter, an innocent child that should not be exposed to the harshness that his life brings.”
“It has always disturbed me at how you can easily speak of family as pawns.” The man in red commented.
Salvo smiled, “Did it come across that way? I only have faith in my daughter’s goal and am showing support. That’s all.”
The man in red leaned back in his chair, “I wonder.” He murmured.
The man in cobalt stood up, “For now we will leave this matter in your care. You have heard our concerns and we have heard you plan.” Salvo stood as well, “We will continue to observe the situation but be warned, if we feel that things are getting out of hand we will act. And our solution may not be one you will like.”
Salvo bowed and smiled cynically, “Thank you for your patience. I must also warn you.” He stood up straight, “I may oppose you at that time.” He turned sharply and left the table. Moments later he was in the ready room of the Raven.
“How did it go?” Salvo turned to see Omoikane sitting on the couch.
“I bought us a little time. I just don’t know how much.”
Omoikane stood up, “What if she can’t?”
Salvo ran his hand through his hair and sighed, “She’s the only one who can. The only thing we can do is create opportunities for her.”
Omoikane walked over to Salvo and put her arm around him, “This will be a very difficult task. No matter whose shoulders it could have fallen on.”
Salvo put his head on Omoikane’s shoulder and stared out the window into the stream of stars created by warp travel, “As long as I don’t have to use ‘It’ it should be fine.”
Omoikane rested her head against Salvo’s, “Faith, my father. She is your daughter after all.”
***

For the new readers, Salvo, a.k.a Vermillion, is the main "hero" of the story. Though Nana has been told that he is not hero like.


NNM
Comma comma comma Ilena
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Friday, July 6, 2007

Dear god almighty
This was Nana's theme most of the week:

Flogging Molly-Worst Day Since Yesterday

Well I know, I miss more than hit
With a face that was launched to sink
An' I seldom feel, the bright relief
It's been the Worst Day Since Yesterday

If there's one thing I have said
Is that the dreams I once had, now lay in bed
As the four winds blow, my wits through the door
It's been the Worst Day Since Yesterday

Fallin' down to you sweet ground
Where the flowers they bloom
It's there I'll be found
Hurry back to me, my wild calling
It's been the Worst Day Since Yesterday

Though these wounds have seen no wars
Except for the scars I have ignored
And this endless crutch, well it's never enough
It's been the Worst Day Since Yesterday

Hell says hello, well it's time to I should go
To pastures green, that I've yet to see
Hurry back to me, my wild calling
It's been the Worst Day Since Yesterday

***
Lets start with Monday. The day was quiet, calm, and all around good. Then something happened in the apartment complex. Lots of yelling, banging, and other not so good things. That ends and Nana went back to her horror movie. The movie ends with Nana in chills and then comes a gentle rapping, a quiet tapping at Nana's chamber door, this and nothing more. Nana gos to the door to find the police there. 'Kay, Nana has dealt with them on many occations, but the officer outside Nana didn't know. The comotion that happened earlier was apparently severe. Fine, Nana can deal with that. If she really wanted she could have asked her colleagues at the station.
Tuesday rolls around and Nana's net dies. Fine, Nana can deal. Coffee is always needed. Their net is down. Nana no like. That night, the police came again. This time Nana knew him. But he was staying true to protocal and wouldn't tell Nana what happened. Nana can deal.
That was, until God came unto Nana around midnight and declared that She will recieve all the apartment complex's water through her kitchen sink drain. Just some bucket emptying. Nana needed to work hard, but Nana can deal till morning.
Wednesday comes and Nana is unable to find any maintance guy to take care of problem. Nana prays to her Goddess that she can have the strength to deal.
Now, for the record, Nana has never been all that excited about fireworks. Yeah they can be pretty, but at this point Nana has had enough explosions to fill a life time. So for the short and sweet time the sink wasn't over flowing, Nana spent it reading and watching the distant lightning.
On thursday, all problems were fixed and Nana went back to work.


On a different subject, Nana was watching the second disc of the Region 1 of Haruhi and it came to her. Like many others, Nana really isn't a Crisppen Freemen fan, but Nana has to give him credit for his portrail of Kyon. As a comparison, Nana will use DiCaprio. Nana hates him with a passion. Ever since Titanic. But then Nana saw The Departed and really enjoyed the movie. Now, Nana had forgotten what DiCaprio looked like, and later found that he was in the movie. Nana was suprised because she didn't notice. So while Nana may hate his guts, Nana had to give him props for his goodness in the movie.


That is that and all is all.
Nana says love your neighbor because they want to love you too........


NNM
Under the covers that is ^^
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