... in the immortal words of Masamichi Fujisawa ... well, you know them well enough by by now, I think.
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***
This was revenge, plain and simple. It had to be. There was no other explanation. For what sins? For what sins, I ask you ...
Well, alright, maybe there were a few things I did. One or two.
Dozen.
Oy.
I never had siblings, so this sort of thing came right out of left field ... but honestly, I think that I should have expected something like this, in retrospect.
I did mention that she had a unique sense of humor, didn't I?
The one thing I did know was that I needed to fix the regeneration function on this bloody Core of mine, since the template for a recovery after losing all biomass seems to be set ... for the original pattern.
Meaning that, when all was said and done, I had to deal with being a runt again. Damnit.
Kaworu Nagisa, how I hate thee, let me count the ways ...
... the flip side to the situation seemed to be that I was no longer traveling alone. Whether this was lucky or not, I didn't know ... it was certainly less boring.
Unfortunately, less boring didn't necessarily manifest itself in a good way.
Thus, the reason for my being forced to deal with this drek again. Once in a lifetime is enough, thankyou.
Damnit, Shizuru, didn't you know you'd be risking my blowing the place up out of sheer frustration with this?
I bet she was having a ball. Eh. I bet both of them were having a ball, really. Whereas I was faced with an uncomfortable uniform, unfamiliar cultural background, hormonal teenagers and most immediately ... being latelatelate because _someone_ thought it would be amusing to see me dash when she turned off my alarm clock.
Bad Kuga, no Cassul for you this Christmas.
I skidded past the gate, made tracks for the entrance, nearly faceplanted into the floor because of the raised section inside, turned for the stairs ...
... backpedalled when I remembered the lockers.
Changed shoes.
Grrrr. I'll get you two for this. The vengeance of heaven is slow but sure, mark my words!
Dashed upstairs, taking three steps at a time ...
... skidded to ta halt in front of the sliding door of the classroom ...
... fifteen minutes late.
Why does it have to be ... highschool?
Huffed. Puffed. Caught my breath. Or made a show of doing just that, anyway.
Slid the door open and walked in to face my doom in the form of ...
"Normal humans don't interest me. If anyone here is an alien, from the future, from a different dimension, or an esper, then come find me!"
Most of the class was sitting, other than the sensei - a remarkably unremarkable individual - and the person who'd just spoken.
I mentally thanked the terrible twosome who'd gotten me into this situation that they didn't think of signing me up to attend an all-boys school. Then again, they probably knew that something like that would have resulted in genocide on my part.
She was a slender girl, short-ish ... but then, so was I there and then. Hell, I thought like that about almost every asian person I've ever met or run across. Anyway, she was standing ... from what little I recalled from the occasional manga and anime, this meant about as much as that she'd just been introducing herself to the class.
The words hit me, then ...
You know, sometimes, the best sort of revenge is to have fun despite everything. I wasn't constrained by any rules, here. No impending apocalypse, as far as we could tell. A few of the usual conspiracies and such, but compared to what we'd had to deal with before?
So, with a cheerfull and somewhat demented grin, and totally ignoring the sensei who was about to launch a tirade about the carelessness of modern youth or somesuch, I cocked my head and replied.
"Yo. What about alien espers from a future in an alternate dimension?"
And so began yet another chapter in the life of one currently known as Fujino Katsu.
***
Incarna: The Melancholy of Fujino Katsu
***
---
Because that line was too much of a taunt to pass up.
-Griever
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm
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***
This was revenge, plain and simple. It had to be. There was no other explanation. For what sins? For what sins, I ask you ...
Well, alright, maybe there were a few things I did. One or two.
Dozen.
Oy.
I never had siblings, so this sort of thing came right out of left field ... but honestly, I think that I should have expected something like this, in retrospect.
I did mention that she had a unique sense of humor, didn't I?
The one thing I did know was that I needed to fix the regeneration function on this bloody Core of mine, since the template for a recovery after losing all biomass seems to be set ... for the original pattern.
Meaning that, when all was said and done, I had to deal with being a runt again. Damnit.
Kaworu Nagisa, how I hate thee, let me count the ways ...
... the flip side to the situation seemed to be that I was no longer traveling alone. Whether this was lucky or not, I didn't know ... it was certainly less boring.
Unfortunately, less boring didn't necessarily manifest itself in a good way.
Thus, the reason for my being forced to deal with this drek again. Once in a lifetime is enough, thankyou.
Damnit, Shizuru, didn't you know you'd be risking my blowing the place up out of sheer frustration with this?
I bet she was having a ball. Eh. I bet both of them were having a ball, really. Whereas I was faced with an uncomfortable uniform, unfamiliar cultural background, hormonal teenagers and most immediately ... being latelatelate because _someone_ thought it would be amusing to see me dash when she turned off my alarm clock.
Bad Kuga, no Cassul for you this Christmas.
I skidded past the gate, made tracks for the entrance, nearly faceplanted into the floor because of the raised section inside, turned for the stairs ...
... backpedalled when I remembered the lockers.
Changed shoes.
Grrrr. I'll get you two for this. The vengeance of heaven is slow but sure, mark my words!
Dashed upstairs, taking three steps at a time ...
... skidded to ta halt in front of the sliding door of the classroom ...
... fifteen minutes late.
Why does it have to be ... highschool?
Huffed. Puffed. Caught my breath. Or made a show of doing just that, anyway.
Slid the door open and walked in to face my doom in the form of ...
"Normal humans don't interest me. If anyone here is an alien, from the future, from a different dimension, or an esper, then come find me!"
Most of the class was sitting, other than the sensei - a remarkably unremarkable individual - and the person who'd just spoken.
I mentally thanked the terrible twosome who'd gotten me into this situation that they didn't think of signing me up to attend an all-boys school. Then again, they probably knew that something like that would have resulted in genocide on my part.
She was a slender girl, short-ish ... but then, so was I there and then. Hell, I thought like that about almost every asian person I've ever met or run across. Anyway, she was standing ... from what little I recalled from the occasional manga and anime, this meant about as much as that she'd just been introducing herself to the class.
The words hit me, then ...
You know, sometimes, the best sort of revenge is to have fun despite everything. I wasn't constrained by any rules, here. No impending apocalypse, as far as we could tell. A few of the usual conspiracies and such, but compared to what we'd had to deal with before?
So, with a cheerfull and somewhat demented grin, and totally ignoring the sensei who was about to launch a tirade about the carelessness of modern youth or somesuch, I cocked my head and replied.
"Yo. What about alien espers from a future in an alternate dimension?"
And so began yet another chapter in the life of one currently known as Fujino Katsu.
***
Incarna: The Melancholy of Fujino Katsu
***
---
Because that line was too much of a taunt to pass up.
-Griever
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm