fandoms 9-12
I don't know why some of the commas are turning into speech marks! Or why the spacing keeps going weird.
9.
Title: Mastermind System
Fandom: Shining Force
Rating: T (mild language)
Word Count: 252
Summary: Nova acquires a strange tactical simulation device unearthed in the ruins of the Shining Path.
Day 1: In the ruins of the Shining Path, it was discovered that the ancient civilisation had their own way of planning battle tactics. They used strange machines, a little like Adam, except that they were less like people and were only used for forming illusions out of light on some sort of box with a mirror. Like Adam, they relied on lighting-elemental magic to function. At considerable cost, I managed to purchase one of these machines from a dealer at Prompt. Of considerable interest is the floating gauntlet that manages the illusory troops. I used a gauntlet from one of my old suits of armour and a book on telekinetic magic I borrowed from Manarina to produce my own version.
Day 5: The Handy Tactician Device undergoes its first live test in battle tomorrow. So far, the current Shining Force have been responding to it quickly and understanding the signals without too much trouble. Although I did have to thump Ken on the head with it yesterday when he moved further than six illusory squares, and drag him by the tail into the right spot. Max joked that I was becoming so deadly with 'that damn thing', maybe I should go into battle myself.
Day 7: With the help of the Handy Tactician Device, the Shining Force will soon become a cohesive whole, as efficient a machine as the Mysterious Lightning Box.
Day 10: Device also makes good back-scratcher, book-fetcher and tea tray holder. Other more personal uses for device under experimentation.
10.
Title: Unlucky in Love
Fandom: Tales of Symphonia
Rating: T (minor spoilers)
Word Count: 252
Pairing: Sheena/Regal
Summary: Sheena fails to peek at Regal in the hot springs.
Maybe I'm not as stealthy as I think I am. You'd think the heir to a ninja clan chief would be capable of sneaking into a hot springs and peeping on someone but no, apparently not. Or at least, not when said ninja also keeps contracted elemental spirits around who do whatever the hell they like as long as it doesn't break the strict wording of their contract, including randomly chasing each other through the bushes, screeching like a bunch of kids, one of them accidentally setting the foliage on fire and the other just as accidentally putting it out.
I don't think I'm in trouble. Regal probably doesn't realise I had peeked at him, and if he did, I could always persuade him I had spotted a dangerous enemy and was guarding him, or that I was chasing after the 'out of control' summons. Even if he suspected something, the worst he would do is give me a lecture. Despite his wariness around Zelos (a sentiment shared by the entire party, even Genis) and his obsession with going around in shackles (which he keeps coming up with excuses for, but is clearly a secret kink), he seems too straight-laced to think a girl would perv on a guy.
And why wouldn't any girl be fascinated with him? He's strong, mature, good-looking, can cook better than anyone else I know except maybe Raine, the bondage thing is kind of sexy and he has a ton of money. Also, I wish my hair would go like his.
Who am I kidding? He's already sounding like the sort of guy I always find out at the last minute is into other guys. My luck is as terrible with men as it is with not falling down pits.
If only there was a Love Summon Spirit...
11.
Title: Went To The Warden And Said, Why Am I Immortal Not Dead
Fandom: Space Harrier/Super Smash Bros.
Rating: T (some smut but nothing explicit... not sure if it should be rated higher?)
Word Count: 346
Pairing: Space Harrier/Bayonetta
Summary: Bayonetta has a new gig but she still takes time out of her day for her old friend.
"Welcome to -my- fantasy zone," she whispered into his ear in a voice that sent shivers down his spine, finishing by brushing his earlobe with her tongue, "Get ready!"
"Mmmm, I can't wait," he growled, leaning back his head so that he could gaze at her dark, sultry eyes, lush rouged lips and fascinating mole as she traced a line with her long, elegant fingers from his lips down his chest. 'Fantasy' was the best way to describe her, how she filled the dreams of every man who laid eyes on her. She approved of fantasies. She even let him pretend she was his mech.
"Do go on talking. I like talking," she told him.
"I heard you got into the Tournament," he said, "I'm gonna enjoy watching you. It's just a shame I can't be in the arena, playing with you."
She let out a throaty chuckle, "It's not as fun as it sounds. I don't think you'd enjoy it. Not because I don't think you're good enough," she added, her lips pursed in amusement as she gave him a cursory inspection, then an admiring nod, "It's just not your style. Not enough wide open skies to soar through, too much posing for the camera. Plus, the music sucks compared to what you're used to. Next time you come, you have to promise to bring me some more of that music you have in your home world."
"Guys like us, how we live back home, sometimes I worry our days are gone," he admitted.
"I think it makes you more unique," she said, leaning in close again as she slowly enunciated the words, as though they, too, were part of the pleasure to be savored, "And a hell of a lot more genuine than some of the morons I have to talk to, pardon my blasphemy."
"Because you're ordinarily such a little angel," he teased, causing her to laugh again.
"Seriously, though, there are good deals for selling your soul and then there are those guys, so stay clear of them, okay?"
He nodded, "Yes, ma'am!"
"Oh, do call me that again, I like it!" she purred.
"Sure you don't want me to shut up so you can concentrate?"
She shook her head, letting more of her glittering night-black hair ripple across her shoulders, "You're doing great!"
12.
Title: Cleanup Crew
Fandom: Space Harrier/Fantasy Zone
Rating: K+
Word Count: 272
Summary: Opa-Opa wonders what a human is even doing here anyway...
The little bioship beeped in frustration as he caught sight of yet another flaming pile of wreckage. Activating the firefighting laser he had spent so much on in the Wandering Shop, he quickly put out the heap of mangled alien drones and exploded trees. The bushes nearby had been burned to the ground and small scorched craters marked the damage done to the bright pink and lime green chequered landscape by wild shots from the noisy laser cannon and its built-in flight engine. Its constant low hum was annoying enough but it also went 'thunk-thunk-thunk' when it hit something and 'plink-plink-plink' when its laser bolts bounced off the armour of a drone or the scales of the enormous dragon that the stupid human insisted on hunting. What in the beep was a human doing in the middle of the Fantasy Zone? How was it seeing where it was going, not being eaten and not being driven insane by the colours and music too interesting for its tiny, dull, mundane mind to cope with? Why did it keep landing on planets all the time when it called itself a 'Space' Harrier and why was it picking fights with the biggest creatures it could possibly convince to look in its direction? And why did the process need to involve so much wrecking everything?
To be fair on it, thought Opa-Opa, the dragon population was getting a little high for comfort and, most importantly, the human has good taste in music.