Quote:_That_, ladies and gentlemen, is the unvarnished Truth, with a capital T. The only maneuver which could be better would be the UF-style "level the belltower with a photon torpedo" maneuver; sadly, Doug's going to be, as best I know, staying in the background (aka 'letting Utena punch Akio for him').
highly pleasurable manuever known as "Punch Akio Ohtori in his friggin FACE"
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The sound of well-oiled machinery broke Akio Ohtori from his contemplative reverie, as the gate of the belltower elevator slid smoothly open. He straightened in his comfortable chair, turning to face whoever disturbed his rest.
Unusually, the Deputy Chairman had never seen the man before- a gaijin, of roughly average height, with uncommonly short blond hair- not a single lock long enough to fall from his face. He relaxed, as he noticed that the stranger was dressed in a short-sleeved brown shirt, with shorts in the same shade of brown, brown shoes, and a cap, in the same color. All bore the same, familiar, logo: the same logo prominently displayed on the clipboard in the man's right hand. In the same hand, he was also carrying a rectangular box, of the same approximate dimensions as the clipboard.
The deliveryman walked forward, stopping at a respectful distance from the Deputy Chairman's seat. He bowed politely, and then, in a light, unthreatening tone, said, "Excuse me, sir? I have a delivery for one-" quickly looking at the paper on his clipboard "-Ohtori Akio? Sign here, please."
The aforementioned party stood, and reached for the clipboard. He glanced at the clipboard and, taking a pen from his desk, signed the sheet of paper with a flourish. After handing the clipboard back, he was mildly perturbed to notice that the deliveryman made no move to give him the package that he held. He asked "Now, could you please give me my package?" in a smooth, cultured voice.
The deliveryman, now moving with uncommon grace and confidence, cockily replied "Certainly, guvnor!" Instead of handing Akio the package in his hand, he casually threw it and his clipboard out the nearest window, then, while the other man was still frozen in shock, delivered a picture-perfect right uppercut into Akio's jaw, spinning in a half-turn, to land facing away from the downed Deputy Chairman. He immediately launched himself into a series of manic jumps and cartwheels that took him to the elevator, hooting like a lunatic the entire time, and then instantly seemed to sober up, lightly tapped the 'down' button, and disappeared behind the gate as the elevator descended to the Academy grounds.
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When my Muse of Words, the Soryu Asuka Langley of the Musing world talks, I, servant to the Most Holy Domineering One, must obey, lest the words which she shoves at me in her rare moments of non-PMSing claw their way forcibly from my brain, like a xenomorph from the chest of an unwitting colonist, causing me much pain and agony 'til, by their departure from the realm of Memory, they bring me peace once again.
Luckily, she gifts me with the Word but a few times a year: we rarely speak, most unlike the relationship with my Muse of ideas, who, like the Goddess Belldandy, is always willing and happy to help.
You don't want to know who the rest of my Muses are. Really.
This what you wanted, Kokuten?Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines...
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.