How it all comes together (2e/?)
anonymous
December 23 2010, 03:41:12 UTC
Well, there had been that time his first week in that the lights in the kitchen had keep turning on and off at odd intervals. Or the one time he'd come home to his two living room lamps flipping on and off like a pair of strobe lights. And there was the oven he hadn't realized (thought) he'd left on until he heard the shrill whistling of his tea kettle. Which he didn't remember filling with--of all things--salt water (or at all).
Not to mention what a pain it had been getting his cell phone replaced after he had forgotten it at home one day and returned from work to find pages of attempted calls to nonresistant and completely bizarre numbers such as '34*12**45*23**' and '12*20**4*44**' listed in his call log. He told himself it was either broken, or someone was trying to hack it. Either way it had to go.
But really, there was nothing he couldn't (chose to) write off to living in an old house. And sure, the place looked good as new but maybe the wiring in the walls was going up. Still, the television had seemingly been spared from his occasional electrical problems. Until now.
"Actually, hey Matt? Can I call you back?" he asked, hitting 'End' before receiving a proper answer from his brother.
He cautiously approached the appliance, noticing the channel flipping seemed to slow as he got closer. It finally stopped on some kind of boring history program just as he reached it.
Well, at least it wasn't playing static and snow. He'd seen that movie and it was not cool.
A few minutes passed in which Alfred continued to stare at the TV, listening the the narrator drone on about the size of the Spanish Armada--he bet Fernández was watching this right now--and waiting to see if it would do something else. With every second it didn't, he started to feel more and more foolish. What was he getting so nervous for? It was just another unhappy glitch with his power that he'd have to deal with, and here he'd gone hanging up on his brother over it. Talk about paranoid, Jones.
"Man, really. What is wrong with me?" he asked himself, flipping the channel back to a local sports station he enjoyed watching. The program immediately switched back.
Alfred froze.
His hand was still extended out towards the channel button; he wasn't sure if he should pull it back or try again. That had just been a coincidence. Right?
He tentatively switched the channel again. It changed back. Again. And back. Again. And back. Back. Back. Back back back backbackback
That was it. "Oh come on!" He shouted at the screen, punctuating each syllable with a punch of the channel button. "You mess with my water, and my lights, you break my stuff, and I don't even know what that weird tilt-y, sway-y thing was all about! I am watching football slash soccer if it kills me! So bring it! I can do this all night!"
At some point he finally realized that he was cycling through all the channels himself. Whatever had been messing with him seemed to have stopped. Or should he say, given up.
Alfred pumped his fist in victory. Then thought about what just happened.
He had just gotten into a fight with his television over what show to watch.
...............................
Alfred finally decided to face facts and admit his house was haunted.
Probably.
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Took him long enough, but why be scared when you can deny deny deny? No Arthur yet, anons (at least not in person). But don't worry, he'll be coming soon. Thank you all for your kind comments! Please continue to enjoy reading! <3~
Re: How it all comes together (2e/?)
anonymous
December 23 2010, 15:15:24 UTC
Pffff, this fic is glorious. Glorious, I tell you. I freakin love the way you went about to show it was haunted, and how Al reacted was so realistically it made my hair prickle but also chuckle. Wow, I really love this. The particular way in which a sailor would haunt the house, the tint-y/sway-y thing, the bottle ships, the Armada thing...good lord, I can't wait to meet Arthur in the, uh, not-fleshXD And Spain as professor of Naval things, wow! I hope for sure that he appears a lot more! And your Alfred is fantasticXD Another thing I love is how everybody seems to know what's wrong with his hosue and who else inhabits it but poor Al, lol. Even Lili!
he was overcome by the feeling that he used to do this before.
Am I imagining a kind of reincarnation thing going on? Was Al one of Captain Kirkland's men in a past life? xD
Re: How it all comes together (2e/?)
anonymous
December 23 2010, 21:23:20 UTC
I'm loving this fill Anon! All the ships being smashed, and the house swaying on the non-existent waves. I really loved the bit with the TV, Well, at least it wasn't playing static and snow. He'd seen that movie and it was not cool. That part made me giggle. And Finally, he admits that his house is haunted XD
Question! Are those random numbers? Or do they have a nautical/historical significance? Sorry for the stupid question.
Thank you for the comment! I'm so happy you're liking the fill!
No question is stupid, anon! Except for my own question of what the heck was I thinking putting those numbers in there. My intention was for them to be made-up latitude-longitudinal coordinates. But a!a is not an expert on pirate history and has just learned that during the time period they're taking Arthur from this system of navigation wasn't refined/didn't exist/maybe it was never even used by pirates to begin with/idek.
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anonymous
December 24 2010, 02:36:37 UTC
This fic...seriously...just so much awesome. Firstly your characterization of America is just perfect. I love him trying to write of the strange happenings as normal and trying to be resonable about things even though he knows very well what he's doing.
And for the hauntings. I adored the whole ship swaying of the house. A very cool touch and the ships in the bottles and Alfred being drawn to them and Arthur destroying them (I can see him in a rage because they weren't his ship or because they weren't accurate representations, oh Vash <3) and the water and the hint at a past life for Alfred. I could go on and on. And that last "confrontation" glorious just...glorious. Can't wait for them to meet for real.
Seriously can't wait to read more of this to see where it's heading <3 <3
As for a comment above about the numbers he left on the phone being navigational cordinates and not being historically accurate to his time period...well it's clear he knows enough about the modern world to interact with both the TV and the phone at least a little bit so I could easily see him through some means learning about the way things in that means and if he's trying to communicate with someone to get them to find something specific it makes sense that he would use the modern language to do so...or not just a thought feel free to ignore me LOL...
A!a is so happy you're liking it so far, OP! And especially pleased that you and the other commenters like the way I'm presenting Alfred. Thank you! <3
And thank you also for your suggestion. I suppose he could have adapted and picked it up from somewhere. I feel slightly less silly now about not better researching the fact beforehand.
I was actually in the process of typing out another comment since I've just now realized how my comment might have seemed like I was trying to dictate your story for you which was not my intention. Sorry if it came across that way...
Not to mention what a pain it had been getting his cell phone replaced after he had forgotten it at home one day and returned from work to find pages of attempted calls to nonresistant and completely bizarre numbers such as '34*12**45*23**' and '12*20**4*44**' listed in his call log. He told himself it was either broken, or someone was trying to hack it. Either way it had to go.
But really, there was nothing he couldn't (chose to) write off to living in an old house. And sure, the place looked good as new but maybe the wiring in the walls was going up. Still, the television had seemingly been spared from his occasional electrical problems. Until now.
"Actually, hey Matt? Can I call you back?" he asked, hitting 'End' before receiving a proper answer from his brother.
He cautiously approached the appliance, noticing the channel flipping seemed to slow as he got closer. It finally stopped on some kind of boring history program just as he reached it.
Well, at least it wasn't playing static and snow. He'd seen that movie and it was not cool.
A few minutes passed in which Alfred continued to stare at the TV, listening the the narrator drone on about the size of the Spanish Armada--he bet Fernández was watching this right now--and waiting to see if it would do something else. With every second it didn't, he started to feel more and more foolish. What was he getting so nervous for? It was just another unhappy glitch with his power that he'd have to deal with, and here he'd gone hanging up on his brother over it. Talk about paranoid, Jones.
"Man, really. What is wrong with me?" he asked himself, flipping the channel back to a local sports station he enjoyed watching. The program immediately switched back.
Alfred froze.
His hand was still extended out towards the channel button; he wasn't sure if he should pull it back or try again. That had just been a coincidence. Right?
He tentatively switched the channel again. It changed back. Again. And back. Again. And back. Back. Back. Back back back backbackback
That was it. "Oh come on!" He shouted at the screen, punctuating each syllable with a punch of the channel button. "You mess with my water, and my lights, you break my stuff, and I don't even know what that weird tilt-y, sway-y thing was all about! I am watching football slash soccer if it kills me! So bring it! I can do this all night!"
At some point he finally realized that he was cycling through all the channels himself. Whatever had been messing with him seemed to have stopped. Or should he say, given up.
Alfred pumped his fist in victory. Then thought about what just happened.
He had just gotten into a fight with his television over what show to watch.
...............................
Alfred finally decided to face facts and admit his house was haunted.
Probably.
~~~~~~~~~
Took him long enough, but why be scared when you can deny deny deny? No Arthur yet, anons (at least not in person). But don't worry, he'll be coming soon. Thank you all for your kind comments! Please continue to enjoy reading! <3~
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And Spain as professor of Naval things, wow! I hope for sure that he appears a lot more! And your Alfred is fantasticXD
Another thing I love is how everybody seems to know what's wrong with his hosue and who else inhabits it but poor Al, lol. Even Lili!
he was overcome by the feeling that he used to do this before.
Am I imagining a kind of reincarnation thing going on? Was Al one of Captain Kirkland's men in a past life? xD
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Don't worry. Antonio will be making another appearance, although I'm terrified of trying to write his character--wish me luck!
Am I imagining a kind of reincarnation thing going on? Was Al one of Captain Kirkland's men in a past life? xD
Welllllll, OP had some bonuses to their request that I'm trying to work in~
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That part made me giggle. And Finally, he admits that his house is haunted XD
Question! Are those random numbers? Or do they have a nautical/historical significance? Sorry for the stupid question.
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No question is stupid, anon! Except for my own question of what the heck was I thinking putting those numbers in there. My intention was for them to be made-up latitude-longitudinal coordinates. But a!a is not an expert on pirate history and has just learned that during the time period they're taking Arthur from this system of navigation wasn't refined/didn't exist/maybe it was never even used by pirates to begin with/idek.
....just pretend it was. /fail
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And for the hauntings. I adored the whole ship swaying of the house. A very cool touch and the ships in the bottles and Alfred being drawn to them and Arthur destroying them (I can see him in a rage because they weren't his ship or because they weren't accurate representations, oh Vash <3) and the water and the hint at a past life for Alfred. I could go on and on. And that last "confrontation" glorious just...glorious. Can't wait for them to meet for real.
Seriously can't wait to read more of this to see where it's heading <3 <3
As for a comment above about the numbers he left on the phone being navigational cordinates and not being historically accurate to his time period...well it's clear he knows enough about the modern world to interact with both the TV and the phone at least a little bit so I could easily see him through some means learning about the way things in that means and if he's trying to communicate with someone to get them to find something specific it makes sense that he would use the modern language to do so...or not just a thought feel free to ignore me LOL...
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And thank you also for your suggestion. I suppose he could have adapted and picked it up from somewhere. I feel slightly less silly now about not better researching the fact beforehand.
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