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An I the only one who ever gets these weird visions of their muses, or are there others of you out there?
Sitting in front of her computer, GW glared at the two muses who lounged nearby. One was Seiten Taisen Son Goku, the other a demon version of Genjo Sanzo.
“Look,” growled the author. “I need to write this before Iapetus-chan hunts me down and guts me. Tell me why you won’t at least make out?”
Both of them ignored her. Sanzo read his ever present newspaper, while Goku batted absently with the blond hair that Sanzo had gathered into a long ponytail.
“WTF?!” A loud shout preceded the pissy Edward Elric as he stomped into the room. Waving a notebook at GW, he then flipped it open. “Why the hell do you want to shoot me?”
“Because I can, and I thought it would make excellent angst,” GW answered, her eyes still on the Saiyuki pair. “Damnit, you two! Do something!”
Sanzo quietly flipped her off. At her snort, Goku looked at her and grinned, exposing very sharp teeth.
There was low muttering from the chair in the opposite corner, where Ed had settled himself, still flipping through the notebook. “Mermaid flesh, ick. No way I’d eat that. Or a dragon’s tongue. GW, you are a twisted person.”
The blond paused, golden eyes growing large. “Like three of us aren’t enough….” He sent a glare at woman, who was still ignoring him. “Hawkeye is going to shoot you.”
“No, she won’t. One, she gets to be with three very attractive men, who wouldn’t mind sleeping with each other as well as her. That leads to point two, in which I remind you she’s been hanging out with Winry and me, and we’ve corrupted her to the slashy side of the Force.”
“Shit.”
Sanzo looked at his fellow blond. “You’re her favorite, aren’t you?”
Ed nodded.
“Run like hell, kid. Don’t look back. Grab those you care for and bolt.”
That was a very unSanzo like thing to say, and everyone who knew him gaped at the man.
“San~zo,” whined GW. “Don’t scare my new muses.”
“Che. Like you need any help to scare them.” Violet, cat-slit eyes focused on the woman. “Look at me. You turned me into a fucking demon.” Talon-tipped fingers gestured to the pointed ears. “Kougaiji almost pissed himself, he was laughing so hard.”
“GW,” spat Ed, looking up again. “There is no way I’m going to let you put Al in a chimera-creating array with a cat in his armor. Not at all.”
A vein over her eye twitching, GW growled. With a sigh, she closed her eyes, then opened them again. Her smile took on a rather frightening aspect. “I’m going to kill all of you,” she said sweetly.
“No you won’t,” disagreed Sanzo. “You need us, or else you can’t write.”
“I can create a homunculus or two,” said the brunette woman, grabbing for her ink pen.
“Um, guys….” Ed started to rise from his chair. “This isn’t good.”
The others, sensing the danger, also tensed. When GW grabbed the pen and cackled insanely, they did the sensible thing.
They bolted.
Still laughing like a nutjob, GW ran after them. “If you aren’t going to inspire me one way,” she shouted, “you’ll inspire me another!”
Whee! I'm a crackhead!
Sitting in front of her computer, GW glared at the two muses who lounged nearby. One was Seiten Taisen Son Goku, the other a demon version of Genjo Sanzo.
“Look,” growled the author. “I need to write this before Iapetus-chan hunts me down and guts me. Tell me why you won’t at least make out?”
Both of them ignored her. Sanzo read his ever present newspaper, while Goku batted absently with the blond hair that Sanzo had gathered into a long ponytail.
“WTF?!” A loud shout preceded the pissy Edward Elric as he stomped into the room. Waving a notebook at GW, he then flipped it open. “Why the hell do you want to shoot me?”
“Because I can, and I thought it would make excellent angst,” GW answered, her eyes still on the Saiyuki pair. “Damnit, you two! Do something!”
Sanzo quietly flipped her off. At her snort, Goku looked at her and grinned, exposing very sharp teeth.
There was low muttering from the chair in the opposite corner, where Ed had settled himself, still flipping through the notebook. “Mermaid flesh, ick. No way I’d eat that. Or a dragon’s tongue. GW, you are a twisted person.”
The blond paused, golden eyes growing large. “Like three of us aren’t enough….” He sent a glare at woman, who was still ignoring him. “Hawkeye is going to shoot you.”
“No, she won’t. One, she gets to be with three very attractive men, who wouldn’t mind sleeping with each other as well as her. That leads to point two, in which I remind you she’s been hanging out with Winry and me, and we’ve corrupted her to the slashy side of the Force.”
“Shit.”
Sanzo looked at his fellow blond. “You’re her favorite, aren’t you?”
Ed nodded.
“Run like hell, kid. Don’t look back. Grab those you care for and bolt.”
That was a very unSanzo like thing to say, and everyone who knew him gaped at the man.
“San~zo,” whined GW. “Don’t scare my new muses.”
“Che. Like you need any help to scare them.” Violet, cat-slit eyes focused on the woman. “Look at me. You turned me into a fucking demon.” Talon-tipped fingers gestured to the pointed ears. “Kougaiji almost pissed himself, he was laughing so hard.”
“GW,” spat Ed, looking up again. “There is no way I’m going to let you put Al in a chimera-creating array with a cat in his armor. Not at all.”
A vein over her eye twitching, GW growled. With a sigh, she closed her eyes, then opened them again. Her smile took on a rather frightening aspect. “I’m going to kill all of you,” she said sweetly.
“No you won’t,” disagreed Sanzo. “You need us, or else you can’t write.”
“I can create a homunculus or two,” said the brunette woman, grabbing for her ink pen.
“Um, guys….” Ed started to rise from his chair. “This isn’t good.”
The others, sensing the danger, also tensed. When GW grabbed the pen and cackled insanely, they did the sensible thing.
They bolted.
Still laughing like a nutjob, GW ran after them. “If you aren’t going to inspire me one way,” she shouted, “you’ll inspire me another!”
Whee! I'm a crackhead!
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*suffering sigh* We're all crackheads. Also, how come you have so very few muses? I have at least seven. -_- Plus random Hagaren characters who drop by every so often.
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*smirks* I've been declared Greed by
*grins at her muses* Hey, Ed, Roy! Want to see Hawkeye pregnant? Al, how about you? *happy smile as the boys run away screaming.*
Oh, now I have to write this.
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I'm pretty sure I've got... um, six. But only one or two are active at any given time, thank God. The Gundam Wing muses seem to have gone mostly back to sleep now that I wrote the contest fic for them.
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I have interactions with my muses all the time. Which is how I end up writing pr0n instead of doing homework. Like now. *cough*
And if I weren't terribly afraid my house would burn down, I'd tell them where to shove it. *hides from Roy*
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Ed: No, I'm going to show it to Roy.
GW: *frowns* But he'll fry it.
Ed: That's the point.
GW: Get back here!
Though them going through my stuff does get me my exercise.
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The Wearer of the FullMetal Crest
later!
~Pascalle
Fabric Alchemist-At-Large (or 'sexily curvaceous', to be exact ;)
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I love that line. *snerks* That's going to start showing up in my everyday conversation. And people think my vocab is strange enough as it is. *laughs*
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