Schizophrenic Typewriter

2002-12-26T19:36:00.000-05:00

Here's the introduction of Megumi, my original chara created for the Yahoo Group Kamawohoru.

8:29
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8:30
"a blue Christmas without you. Decorations of red-"
Amethyst eyes stared at the flashing numbers from under the blanket mornfully.
~That's not nice.~
There was the jingle of a bell and a feline face with red-orange eyes flooded the field of vision.
"Nyau?"
There was grumbling and the blanket lifted revealing blury eyed pale face and mess of black hair.
"Morning Mike(Mee-kay)," the girl mumbled as the cat licked the tip of her nose before flopping back down. The cat mewed in confusion and gently bopped the top of her head, his two tales twitching slightly.
* * * * * *
Mike licked his chops after finishing his breakfast as his "owner" completed primming herself, the crimson red streak that dangled a couple of inches longer than the rest of her bangs over her left eye clearly visible now that her short cut hair was under control. The futon was rolled up and stowed away transforming the cramped little bedroom into a less cramped work space. Her finger skimmed over the calander tacked above a table.
"Christmas without a date. I hate this time of year," she said to herself as she sat down and flipped through her dayplanner,
"Ah well the dateless must still pay the rent right?"
Mike meowed in relpy before returning to washing himself. The girl looked up with rye amusement then noted what the cat was sitting on.
"Mike!" She shooed him off the picture frame and set it back up. Only to have the feline knock it over again. Sighing she went back
to her planner.
"Hmmm... First appointment's in an hour. Let's go."
Mike jumped into a dark draw-string bookbag that the girl picked up and after grabbing some other stray items: a hand full of mirror charms and small bottles with an assortment of different colored liquids inside, trotted out the door.
"So what do you think Mike? Are the people we're seeing today hopeless singles like us desperate for attention?"
"Nyau!"
She laughed to herself while exiting the apartment building, bundling herself against the falling snow. ~I remember now, the woman sounded frantic over the phone last night. I doubt it's something that shallow. Maybe I...~
She shook her head and squished that thought. Mother always said, "The only time a witch truely does good is when the night becomes eternal."

OOC: I'll say this I don't know that much about Eastern "witchcraft" so I'm mixing a bit of western in and applying abit of the "Practical Magic" feel. I'm researching as I go along I promise just don't expect accurasy. Also I'm going with the darker side of
superstitious beliefs with this. Yeah there's going to be more than a bit of angst with this girl.

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2002-10-22T14:57:00.000-04:00

ok...

2002-10-22T14:55:00.000-04:00

eh?

2002-10-22T14:52:00.000-04:00

perfecto!

2002-10-22T14:46:00.000-04:00

a couple of last details....

2002-10-22T14:43:00.000-04:00

maybe now!

2002-10-22T14:30:00.000-04:00

That should do it!

2002-10-22T14:27:00.000-04:00

one down two to go

2002-10-22T14:25:00.000-04:00

ugh how much longer is this going to take?

2002-10-22T14:15:00.000-04:00

Let's see here....

2002-10-22T13:49:00.000-04:00

going through a revamp please be pacient (oh great my spelling has abandoned me!)

2002-09-07T22:41:00.000-04:00

Man just when you loose hope here I am! XD
Here's the Prelude to An Enigma of Light and Night
The jumper stared past his feet. Loose pebbles dropped several stories down the side of the building until they were no longer visible before hitting the toy like street below.
“That’s a long drop,” a feminine voice remarked from out of nowhere startling him.
“Stay away!” he cried frantically, putting his hands between him and a girl on sitting on the ledge. She appeared normal in every since of the word but she wasn’t there before. She looked up at him blankly for a moment then raised her hands.
“Don’t worry I mean no harm. You’re doing that already,” she told him calmly then put her hands down.
“Who? W-what are you?”
“I’m just curious that’s all. Just think of me as a questioner.”
“Huh?”
“You’re so scared why are you out here?”
“The-the monsters,” he pointed behind them, “They’re gonna get me! The-they won’t leave me alone!”
The girl looked back only to see a trashed room, “I don’t see anything.”
“Oh they’re there! They’re there!”
She shook her head and looked back up at him again, “Are you sure this the only way?”
He nodded vigorously and skittered away slightly as she stood.
“There’s no going back from it. Look there’s nothing there, no monsters. You can go inside.”
“N-no!”
“I see. Last chance. You can still choose.”
He moved closer to the edge in growing panic.
“Alright then,” she took off her coat revealing huge jet black wings that spread slightly, “Follow me.”
The man’s eye’s widened and he reached out to touch the feathers as she leaned forward and dove off. He watched as her wings snapped open lifting the girls slightly before beginning a slow decent.
He leaped after her, quickly realizing what he was really doing as he plummeted like a rock. Flailing and screaming he reached for her when he caught up with her.
“I didn’t say I’d catch you,” she informed him coldly as he fell by.
He died on impact when he slammed onto the pavement. The girl landed lightly on her feet a few minutes later. Curiosity and confusion filled her eyes she regarded him more closely as if she herself didn’t understand what she saw. The crowd that burst on to the scene didn’t notice her and she even less the bit of chalky dust that settled on one of her wings as she continued to investigate.
High overhead a young man in black gazed over them all with a bit of amusement.
“So what do you think Watcher?” he asked the gargoyle beside him.
“She really is an angel isn’t she?” Watcher stated causing more stone to chip away as it spoke.
“Yes the only one to turn from the light since the Great Rebellion.”
“I thought that was impossible milord.”
“Oh there is a way but only one knows how.”
“Who?”
“The Queen of the Night.”
“How could she accomplish something that the rest of us have been struggling to do for ages?”
“You know as well as I that she excels at capturing those with vulnerable hearts. The secret must lie there.”

2002-06-17T21:21:00.000-04:00

Oh dear.
Oops.
Been a while huh? ^_^;

Well at anyrate here's a sneak peek at the fanfic that will have the new Black Rose Society later on but right now I'm setting the stage.

Laughter and scattered conversation filled the Ohtori fencing hall as the club finished for the day. Juri Arisugawa the team captain was given wide berth as she put away her equipment. The members were accustomed to her cold behavior but she was in a particularly bad mood today. Only two people went over to her not afraid.
“What’s wrong Juri?” Miki Kaoru her younger vice-captain and closest equal asked with concern.
“She’s still got a bug up her butt because the new girl hasn’t showed up,” Shiori Takastuki explained shrugging in lighthearted exasperation, “She’s skipped her first day it seems.”
“I’m going to have to deal with that prattling Mr. Sugaki now. It’s my responsibility to keep track of attendance,” the copper-haired girl reminded her and went to the girl’s lockers.
“Maybe she got lost. Who is she?” the blue haired boy inquired with growing curiosity.
“Mai Kanzaki, I have geography with her. She kept falling asleep and the teacher was really cruel to her for it.”
“Well you’re not supposed to sleep in class Miki chided.
“She wasn’t doing it on purpose. I hear she that she just got here this morning from France and was brought directly to the academy.”
“Wow why did she stay with some relatives for a while and rest?”
“Neither or her grandparents from either side of her family would let her. They say her enrollment papers aren’t even started yet.”
“That’s unfair.”
“Tell me about it,” the maroon haired girl rolled her eyes then turned to the locker room as well, “See you around Mickey.”
“Bye.”

As always R&R. ^_^

2002-04-15T18:00:00.000-04:00

Ok now I have 5 fans.

I'd also like to inform you all that I'm now a proud writer for fanfiction.net. Please go and read the stories by Senshineko(that's me ^_~*) and review! Mai vs Shiori is part one of "A Private Revolution" and be sure to check out FF.net exclusive "Splintered Crystal Ball". Don't worry I'll be keeping up the Marvelous Maddness here!

PS. Much thanks to my new sounding board. He's helping me out with the New Black Rose stuff. ^_^

2002-03-07T21:13:00.000-05:00

Something new for "UTENAUTENAUTENA!"*

This show just gets my brain going...

The New Black Rose Society

Once again in Nemuro Memorial Hall a new Black Rose Society is set up. The key point for this society isn’t killing the rose bride, simply taking the power away from the chosen duelists AKA Utena and the Student Council. Also the society actually is a society. Growing with each new duelist. They are the chosen to stop the chosen.

At the center of it is a brother and sister duo the Ryuuzawas. Their dark, gothic style sets them apart from the rest of the Ohtori student body more than Utena’s boy’s uniform. They always wear black, even their school uniforms. Outside of the society they tease each other in a comical sibling rivalry unlike the incestuous relations/obsessions that have been seen so far but there are still things that are kept hidden.

Mamoru is the president of the society. He is a former duelist that discovered the truth behind the game. Vengeful and violent he holds a major grudge against the Dean. However he cannot take part in the duels because he has vowed to never to pick up a sword.

Kohitsuji is the power source of the duel. Very much the dark rose bride. Openly accused of being a witch, traitor and murder by Mamoru she takes the sacrificial traits to the extreme. Outside of the society she is bouncey and cheerful to mask her suicidal personality. She refers to Akio as her prince in a way that confuses all about who’s side she’s really on.

They (or more likely Kohi-hime) have uncovered the Might of Diablo, the polar opposite of the Power of Dios. It manifests as a phrase written in blood on the sword of the latest Black Rose duelist. The ceremony that summons this again is again the opposite of Dios. After Mamoru has convinced the swordsman he’ll give the person a black signet and ask for their sword. When it’s handed over Kohi-hime will do her chant (yet another twisted variation) except she’s on her knees in prayer before a shrine/coffin. Once she’s done Mamoru cups her throat and pulls her back in that inhuman fashion of the rose bride and she opens her arms. He then stabs her through the heart then instructs the “champion” to pull it out a la the sword in the stone. The price of the might is death for the Rose Bride. Of course, Kohi-hime is suicidal.

The Might of Diablo isn’t a guiding hand like the Power of Dios. It isn’t passed around from victor to victor; it’s not even gained in the arena. It increases strength, speed, reaction time, etc. It’s icing if the person already has skill if they can adjust to the switch fast enough. However, if the duelist looses the writing evaporates off the sword and Kohi-hime, who has been placed in the coffin, comes back to life and gets out without even damage to her dress.

Note: I have to figure out the bloody phrase. So I declare a contest! Whichever one of my fans (yeah all four of them) that thinks of the most fitting solution will get a great big noprise (my deepest appologies Stan Lee-sensei)! ^^; Well bragging rites at least...

C&C are always welcome. Flamers will be laughed at and used to feed the cremation fires. ^^

*Sound bite from my giant teddy. *_*

2002-02-25T15:46:00.000-05:00

Ok it's been a while so I thought I'd put this in at least. Warning it was for a school project so it's a bit out of my style.

The Teen’s Tale

In the middle of the country
There was a school called Ohtori
Its history was long
A staff nearly a hundred strong
The vise principal a muchly feared sort
Attending was a girl that made sport
Zipping through halls by illegal transportation
Much to the monitor’s consternation
Early mornings begin the daily chase
The elderly Mrs. Kame at surprising pace
Still couldn’t quite catch Bunny by the end
Slipping out of eternal detention to spend
“You’re pressing your luck,”
Warned a friend, Jill Truck
“Remember the story of the Tortoise and the Hare;
Though he thought a nap made the race fair,
The careless Hare slept for too long,
And when he woke up his title was gone.”
But the daring girl was full of crassness
“Like I’d nod off between classes.
As if anyone can snare me on blades
I’m going to make records in spades.”
And so it went on ‘til afternoon
Each day the teachers vowed soon
that she’ll learn her lesson
With great repercussion
Time past and it became clear
Summer was drawing near
And the rabbit girl remained uncaught
Perhaps in high school she would be taught
Mrs. Kame boiled with desperation
She wanted proper vindication
With every day the girl got bolder
All the students cheered for her
She had become a good showman
It was apparent she’d become a racing sensation
She wouldn’t pause to flirtation
She didn’t want to loose her reputation
But Fate handed her disaster,
when she ran ill of a concert banner
She couldn’t see and lost control.
Even her rival mourned the toll
She discovered that rules have reason
In the hospital with her arm broken
Nothing could mend her shattered pride,
but siblings have a way of turning the tide
Loving worship form her little brother
Rekindled her inner honor
“Just wait,” she promised, “I’ll be better than ever!”
“Remember the saying; ‘Never say never!’”

2001-12-30T16:16:00.000-05:00

WAI!!! Part two of Mai vs Shiori! (I've gotta think of a better title. ^^')

People in the hallway stopped to see the spectacle. Somehow Shiori was able to grab a handful of Mai’s hair and tugged hard. She scrambled to keep her balance clawing the other girl’s face in the process. Letting her fall Shiori touched the three scratch marks on her cheek just below her eye.

“You little bitch!” she growled.

Mai recovered from the fall quickly but was grabbed from behind as she got up.

“Enough of this!” the one that had Mai ordered.

Shiori blinked and froze, “Yes President Kiryuu.”

“President?” Mai looked over her shoulder, “Uh hello, I can explain. Shiori…”

“I wanted to get my locket that I left on accident and she attacked me!

“How do I know that it doesn’t belong to Juri? She’s in the hospital and I’m new here...”

“Now, now we mustn’t have two young ladies marring each other’s beauty can we?” he said trying to control Mai who was squirming in his grip. He wrapped his arms around her and cooed in the most seductive voice he could muster, “It’s alright little tiger. Put your claws away.”

Mai relaxed a bit but still kept face.

“Good,” the eternal playboy he moved back slowly his touch lingering on her arms, “Come with me both of you. The Dean will have much to say about this.”

Mai did a slight double take. Did Shiori actually pale at that? She straightened and followed the red head.

~Great I hope I don’t get in too big of trouble for this. Mother will be so upset if they kick me out.~

2001-11-26T17:11:00.000-05:00

"LOOKOUT! LOOKOUT! Girl being chased by rabid teacher! Excuse me, pardon me. Onewayoneway! let the rabbit thu-rooough!"
A girl on rollerblades races out of a crowd of uniformed school kids. Spotting 'the camera' she skids to a hault.
"Hihi Minna-san! This the hottest thing since wasabi! Usagi Tao-hui! Now you're probably wondering: what's a china doll like me has a Japanese name like Usagi? We-ell..." *blank expression* "That's a good question." *giggles and girly pose* "I guess that's what happens when you're born in Hong Kong!
A rather ticked off, chibi-fied, old lady makes her way out of the crowd.
"TAO-HUI!!!" ~_~*
"Eek! Gotta go!" *Warpspeed!* "Sorry Itsukun-sensei but I'm going to be late for my next class!"
Chibi-teach goes after her with a big fan.
"TAO-HUI! NO ROLLERBLADES ON SCHOOL GROUNDS! TAO-HUI!!!!"
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*snicker* Write me.

2001-11-16T16:20:00.000-05:00

Oops I forgot all the french stuff I misspelled. Sorry. ~_~*

2001-11-16T16:06:00.000-05:00

Wolverine was slashing through the underbrush when he paused and looking around took a big whiff.
“Somebody’s ‘round here. They’re good can’t smell ‘em, but they’re here,” he thought scanning his surroundings again, his eyebrows puckered in concentration. He turned sharply when he heard soft chanting behind him.
“Cripes!” he swore under his breath as an unnatural scent reached his nose. He shook his head, lunged toward the sound, stumbled and straitened up in a hypnotic trance.
The bushes rustled as Warp stepped out whispering in a foreign dialect and crushing some strange herb in her hand. Satisfied with the results of her spell she put it in one of the pouches of her shoulder belt. She took one of his wrists, raised it and let it drop.
“Limp as a rag doll,” she cooed and shoved him, causing him to fall stiff as a board, “So much for the ‘best there is at what I do’ Wolverine.”
She kneeled down and took his armband when she heard fluttering beside her.
“’Ello Never. Ringer of a day isn’t it?” she greeted him cheerfully, hiding the band behind her back.
“Wake Messier Wolverine and give him his sash back and yours to compensate for cheating,” Never seethed after returning to his human form.
“Why darlin’ I have no clue what you’re talkin’ about. I found ‘im like this,” she said with a small smile.
“Drop the cute act Shavon, I saw you,” he said snatching the gold band off of her. Her charming demeanor dropped and she stared at him with contempt. Never simply put out his hand for Wolverine’s.
“You’re a bold little wanker aren’t ye? You know what I can do to you…”
“Yes but then you’d have the rest of the team after you to make amends. We keep you around for a reason.”
“The same can be said about you except my membership is legitimate. You’re only here because of Tatanya…Acolyte,” she growled and threw the band at him then turned to Wolverine on the ground. She took a vile from her belt and sprinkled a bit of it’s contents under his nose. She stood up and stalked away toward the safe zone.
Wolverine snorted and sat up coughing. He growled and unsheathing a set of claws, got up in crouch facing Never who simply tossed the two armbands at him.
“My sincere apologies Wolverine. You fell prey to Warp’s twisted intentions. I sent her to the safe zone. That’s her sash there. Bonjure,” he said then transformed into his bird form and took off.
“Frenchy’s tellin’ the truth,” Wolverine thought sniffing the bands. He put his band back on then tucked the gold one in his belt and walked away.

Same as last time.

2001-11-11T20:15:00.000-05:00

Um feed-back please. Pretty please.

2001-11-07T15:38:00.000-05:00

Ever wonder if we weren't the only ones that notice that some superheroes have really stupid names?
Referances to X-Men stuff and they belong to Marvel. No money for me so no sue me, k?

Never and Tatanya came in together having one of their usual debates, a rather heated one in fact.
“Oh, come on! Everybody agrees with me!” she seethed.
“I won’t,” he said stubbornly.
“Wha’ dis about?” Gambit asked.
“Paul’s codename. It’s so stupid! He’s gotta change it!” she explained heatedly.
“It serves it’s purpose,” he answered.
“Are you serious?” she exasperated.
“Sacre! The Acolytes never complained.”
“Sure the guys with names like Unuscione and Frenzy? Hello! You worked undercover, they didn’t have to yell it in battle.”
“Fine, think of a better one and I’ll change it!”
“Really?”
“Yes, yes, anything to get you to shut up!”
“Raven.”
“Isn’t there a Raven already?”
“Avian.”
“Stop! I’ve changed my mind!”
“Hey, what’s wrong with Avian?”
“No, just…no.”
“Shade.”
“No!”
“Darkling.”
“NO!”
So it went with others adding their own ideas until he stomped away Tatanya following close behind.
“They sound like an old married couple,” Marrow observed.
“We sort of noticed that,” Ghost replied. Andromeda smirked and sipped her coffee.
“Lord knows they’ve been at it long enough,” Bolt added blandly.
“I for one think they make a cute couple,” Babba Yagga said.

2001-11-04T16:11:00.000-05:00

Oh a mystery disc let's see what's inside...

Nijikamen Character Study

Part 1: Appearance
I wish I were good at drawing so I could show you clearly and without a doubt how I picture Nijikamen. A nickname that came up when I try to describe her species is "technicolor angels". Nijikamen herself is of a blue variant race. The term 'angel' takes in that toris have wings, though in truth they are too short for flight. The fact that my dear creation can twitch her wings is synonymous to twitching an ear; it’s just an amusing trick. In tori terms she's not a knockout but is quite attractive and is considered "cute" in human point of view. In accordance to tradition she has a tattoo marking her household, which she received soon after hatching. It's two parallel trails of birdlike footprints over her right her eye from her hairline straight down to her jaw. The only trait that radically defines her from other toris is her battle scars and that you see a glimmer of a restless and curious spirit in her eyes.

Part 2: Toris
Toris as a whole are deeply spiritual. After the "Jedi Massacre", as I call it, they grasped to seeking individual peace and inner balance using as many of Jedi fundamentals as possible without including the Force. The fact that over half of the population was Jedi influenced the toris greatly. Not only socially and mentally but physically as well. The tori race was one of the first to be connected to the Force. As technology and the way of the Jedi grew the need to use their wings to fly decreased. So as time past they weakened and shrank to the modern span ratio to height of about six inches to one foot and toris having the ability to fly was only mentioned in very ancient manuscripts and artwork. Aging was affected also. The life Expectancy is about 275. They physically age very slowly. Tori could appear eighteen by human standards and be four times that. A friend once stated, "Puberty takes forever!" when I told her that. Though through their intelligence they mature mentally at the same rate as humans. The mind capacity for memory and learning increased to the modern intelligence test result average of 223.6.

Part 3: Tori History
This, as it just struck me, set them up for a very big fall to near extinction and might still cause self-genocide. Master Yoda said, "Adventure, excitement a Jedi craves not these things." It's a phrase that the tori took to the extreme. Curiosity in its most obvious forms was discouraged and traveling stuck to needed trade and politics, which became rhetorical and useless philosophizing in time until the Empire conquered it. Families averaged two children since the Jedi Code only allowed one apprentice. Exceptions were made for those who had relatives who couldn’t have children. The Nesting Ground in each village or aerie in the native term was protected by the Jedi. So when Imperial storm troopers took it over they held the eggs and the newly hatched hostage. Individual offenders were imprisoned in the small cellblocks. Toris have a slight degree of claustrophobia so time in those cells was nerve racking at least.

Part 4: Nijikamen’s History
Born Sky, Nijikamen was raised by her uncle, a Jedi Knight named Fukuro. She was the only “Force sensitive” child in her family. Most of what she learned was forgotten when he used mind effect to erase the memories of training leaving her Force sensitive once again. It left her devastated for along time until he revealed to her that he foresaw that she would die if she became a Jedi.
When the Empire took over Yoseitsuki and made the Jedi and made the Jedi practice illegal her parents were forced to take her in. She didn’t hang around them often though she did her best to remain respectful. As she got older some of her memories resurfaced and she began to rebuild old Jedi technology. When she was caught with a malfunctioning but working light saber she was imprisoned at a near by imperial base. Along with the torture of being isolated in the small cell she was taken advantage of to put it mildly by one of the guards.
When she was released she soon discovered that it was her own mother that turned her inputting a deeper gap between her and the rest of her people. She had already been labeled as being with out balance because of her restlessness. Which is pretty much the same as being insane. Now she was considered a threat. But there was so few people left that they had to put up with her. Then she wouldn’t accept their “gentle” reeducation.

Later she found out they planned to force her to have a child to replace her then turn her over to the Governor to deal with. Nijikamen escaped ironically by stowing away on an Imperial shuttle to a supply ship. During which she had a near encounter with Darth Vader. They sensed each other when his Stardestroyer passed.
Pirates later attacked the ship, and a bounty hunter among them found her. He was impressed when he saw her defend herself against the raiders with her defunct lightsaber and took her under his wing (no pun intended). They eventually became partners and reeked havoc across the galaxy and started a rivalry with the Hutts.

Part 5: Personality
Nijikamen’s personality is a lot like Darth Vader’s or maybe Boba Fett with Jedi training. In fact I think I’ll have her run into Mr. Heavy Breather and Bucket head a few times. Compared to humans though she’s almost Vulcan (Spock) like calm because of her Jedish way of life on her home planet. She of coarse does have emotions though you have to know her well to be able to discern them. It’s difficult for her to open up to people because most of whom she trusted either died or betrayed her.

Part 6: People
Malone- The bounty hunter that took Nijikamen in and showed her the ropes. A human with an impish streak he often played minor jokes on her and took jobs without confirming with her when they became hunters. Over time he fell for her. But she held some rather conservative views about interspecies relationships and wouldn’t allow it to go any farther. Princess Leia wasn’t the only on to say “I’d rather kiss a wookie,” to the guy she liked. Very stupid I know but that’s how she is. Ironically just when she was beginning to reconsider Malone was killed when their ship crashed. A bounty hunter from Jabba the Hutt was after the same guy they were and rigged the ship. Ever since she’s kept her distance from others and tends to dwell on the past.

Gen. Marie- A Fabian human and the closest thing to a friend Nijikamen had until meeting Dawn Solo. She’s one of her informants. They met a while after Malone’s death. Nijikamen had ahem … stowed away on a government when it was on Correscant and was arrested. They teamed up on a rescue mission and remained in contact after it was completed successfully.
Dawn Solo- a human from Tatooine. Was a target Nijikamen was hired to take out but teamed up with when her employer sent another bounty hunter after them both. Dawn realized the Force was with her and offered to complete her training but she refused. Together with Gen. Marie and Mayday they formed a company with Nijikamen being the soul bounty hunter and alien.
May “Mayday” Parker- a human from … who knows where. She struck Nijikamen as even more insane than she is when Dawn introduced her. Though her loyalty is doubtless Nijikamen finds herself more alert to possible danger when she’s around.
L.C.W.- another human acquaintance of Dawn’s. She seems to have a past and has more than one secret to hide. She obviously embodies Mayday’s sanity.
Chaz the Stardancer- a sferkin smuggler that Nijikamen crosses paths with every now and then. Very wild and boy crazy they’re like fire and ice. So completely opposite to each other people wonder how they get along. She pilots an ‘ugly’ ship common to those of her trade with a droid support crew. It’s big enough to carry one-man ships such as X-Wings and T.I.E. Fighters. She supports the Rebellion. Sferkins are feline-humanoid space nomads infamous for male prostitution.
Fukuro Makura- Nijikamen’s uncle. He raised her since birth naming her the Standard word sky. He trained her to be a Jedi until he foreseen the Massacre and that she would be killed. So he made her forget the training. It hurt her greatly and she didn’t realize he’d save hurt until after he was killed defending the hatching ground. Of course everyone else believed he seen her turning to the Dark Side.

Oh heh-heh that's what it is. A chara profile for the Star Wars fan-site I write for called D.S.C. Smugglers. That reminds me...

2001-11-03T10:51:00.000-05:00

Well here we go. A piece of a fanfic for SKU inspired by the fun on the Yahoo Club Garden of Desire. Warning if you're going to visit it's one of those yoai/yuri rpgs. Of course it'll only make sense to the members. ^^

As Mai approached her room she saw someone waiting at the door. It was a girl about her size with short dark maroon hair. Obviously the same rank from the uniform she was wearing. She was leaning against the wall almost nonchalant except that she was constantly fidgeting and looking about.
“Koban wa. May I help you?” Mai asked once she reached a few feet away.
“Uh yeah, you’re Mai Kanzaki, right?” the girl pointed to her nameplate under Juri’s.
Mai nodded.
“I’m Shiori Takatsuki. I use to room here. Um, I…well, I forgot something and I was hoping you could let me in so I could find it,” she smiled nervously.
Mai looked Shiori over inquisitively while she took out her key.
“Sure,” she shrugged and unlocked the door, “Come in.”
She entered flipping on the lights and waited for Shiori to follow. The wine-haired girl resembled a skittish deer walking in, glancing about as if sensing an ambush.
“You were Juri’s roommate?” Mai asked trying to start a conversation.
“Yes.”
“Why did you change rooms?”
“…It’s complicated. Is it true? That she tried to kill herself. That that’s why she’s in the hospital.”
“Yes.”
“Oh.”
Shiori went to the table beside Juri’s vacant bed and rummaged through her jewelry box.
“Hey!” Mai stated trotting over.
“It’s okay,” Shiori said waving her back. She pulled out the rose pendant and showed it to her, “This is mine. I’ll be going now.”
Mai stood in her way as she attempted to leave.
“I don’t think so. You should wait for Juri to come back. Just to be sure alright?” Mai did the best she could to be polite despite her growing suspicions.
“No it’s no big deal. Really,” the other girl shook her head still smiling.
“I just want to be sure it’s ok with Juri. She’s going to be back tomorrow so it’ll only be a little longer.”
Shiori’s smile dropped, “This is mine and I’m going now. Get out of my way!”
“I’m no an idiot! I won’t let you just come in here and take something that Juri has simply because you say you’re her old roommate! Give the necklace to me and we’ll find out tomorrow if it’s yours!”
“NO!”
Mai lunged to grab the pendant from Shiori. She dodged out of the way and ran for the door.
“Hey stop!” She grabbed her shoulder to turn the other girl around. Shiori swung slapping her then opened the door. The longer haired girl tackled her and they ran into the wall in the hallway.

I have no clue were to go with this. Who should win the fight? Who should get the locket?
Comments questions and flames are welcome.