Fic: have you seen my ring (3)? (for the Camus-can't crusade)
Title: Maybe Deathmask hadn’t made his point… or it’s just Camus, being thick-headed.
Genre: crack
Disclaimer: I checked again. Saint Seiya is still the property of Mr Kurumada, Toei, and all the other people who have the proper legal rights. Any changes on that,I'll let you know.
part 1. He makes an apperance - so much for meditation. (word count: ~720)
part 2. Honor? Who cares about honor? Shaka just wants to be left alone.(word count: ~ 525)
part 3. And he’s there -finally- (word count: ~475)
part 4. Maybe Deathmask hadn’t made his point… or it’s just Camus, being thick-headed. (word count: ~560)
xposted to saintseiyayaoi
And he’s there -finally-
The Kyoko had been right. Listening to music in his ipod nonstop would be the end of him one day. And here was the herald of Apocalypse: Camus had sneaked on him unheard.
- Err, hi, Camus.
- Hello yourself, Deathmask. Sorry to interrupt your… hmm, whatever it is your doing.
- Mummification. I’m mummifying my last enemy.
- Oh, I see. It’s… very labor-intensive-looking. Yes. Well, sorry to interrupt your mummification, it won’t take long. I’m just here to ask you if you’ve seen my ring. Small, shiny, metal-made … errrrr … ring-looking thing.
- Ring-looking, ha? No, Aquarius, sorry. Haven’t seen it. Now if you’ll excuse me, this guy won’t mummify itself.
- I was wondering if you knew who could have taken it. I mean, I figured you’d know.
Stepping away from the marble table, Deathmask took his rubber gloves off. He had hoped he’d get away without any Camus-moments this month, but it seemed he’d have no such luck after all.
- And of all of them, even-numbered, marble-made, ancient-looking twelve Houses, what made you think you could find answers here?
- As I said, I figured you’d know. Because you… you … you like… do stuff, go places, see things, meet various types, you … errr… mummify people!
- All that I do. Still, no signs of any expertise on missing rings. Or what are you suggesting exactly, Freezy Hair? That I took your precious ring? Maybe you’re mistaking me with Aphrodite, see any rings around?
- Oh, no! I mean, I didn’t want to imply… just, you know. I thought you might have, like, borrowed it. Without noticing.
Deathmask was later that day very glad he had taken off his gloves. Them rubber gloves were expensive stuff, and he was down to his last pair. Had he knocked Camus off his feet while wearing the gloves, they’d have been ruined, and the cadaver would have gone unmummified for too long. Not good in the hot summer weather.
- HEY! Fho are you fhitting? Man, I fhas just askhen a question! Ouuuuuchhhh! My teetff!
- Ohhh, shut your trap, Camus! I didn’t hit you that hard, for Athena’s sake! Aren’t you a Saint?
- Fwell, yeff, but that doefnt mean I like to be pehnched! All beceff I asked yeh about meh rengh!
Deathmask rose his fist again in a most unfriendly manner. Unlike many other inhabitants of Sanctuary, he didn’t feel bound by the oppressing rules of manners.
- Waitwaitwait! You can keef it if yeh wfant!
continued
Genre: crack
Disclaimer: I checked again. Saint Seiya is still the property of Mr Kurumada, Toei, and all the other people who have the proper legal rights. Any changes on that,I'll let you know.
part 1. He makes an apperance - so much for meditation. (word count: ~720)
part 2. Honor? Who cares about honor? Shaka just wants to be left alone.(word count: ~ 525)
part 3. And he’s there -finally- (word count: ~475)
part 4. Maybe Deathmask hadn’t made his point… or it’s just Camus, being thick-headed. (word count: ~560)
xposted to saintseiyayaoi
And he’s there -finally-
The Kyoko had been right. Listening to music in his ipod nonstop would be the end of him one day. And here was the herald of Apocalypse: Camus had sneaked on him unheard.
- Err, hi, Camus.
- Hello yourself, Deathmask. Sorry to interrupt your… hmm, whatever it is your doing.
- Mummification. I’m mummifying my last enemy.
- Oh, I see. It’s… very labor-intensive-looking. Yes. Well, sorry to interrupt your mummification, it won’t take long. I’m just here to ask you if you’ve seen my ring. Small, shiny, metal-made … errrrr … ring-looking thing.
- Ring-looking, ha? No, Aquarius, sorry. Haven’t seen it. Now if you’ll excuse me, this guy won’t mummify itself.
- I was wondering if you knew who could have taken it. I mean, I figured you’d know.
Stepping away from the marble table, Deathmask took his rubber gloves off. He had hoped he’d get away without any Camus-moments this month, but it seemed he’d have no such luck after all.
- And of all of them, even-numbered, marble-made, ancient-looking twelve Houses, what made you think you could find answers here?
- As I said, I figured you’d know. Because you… you … you like… do stuff, go places, see things, meet various types, you … errr… mummify people!
- All that I do. Still, no signs of any expertise on missing rings. Or what are you suggesting exactly, Freezy Hair? That I took your precious ring? Maybe you’re mistaking me with Aphrodite, see any rings around?
- Oh, no! I mean, I didn’t want to imply… just, you know. I thought you might have, like, borrowed it. Without noticing.
Deathmask was later that day very glad he had taken off his gloves. Them rubber gloves were expensive stuff, and he was down to his last pair. Had he knocked Camus off his feet while wearing the gloves, they’d have been ruined, and the cadaver would have gone unmummified for too long. Not good in the hot summer weather.
- HEY! Fho are you fhitting? Man, I fhas just askhen a question! Ouuuuuchhhh! My teetff!
- Ohhh, shut your trap, Camus! I didn’t hit you that hard, for Athena’s sake! Aren’t you a Saint?
- Fwell, yeff, but that doefnt mean I like to be pehnched! All beceff I asked yeh about meh rengh!
Deathmask rose his fist again in a most unfriendly manner. Unlike many other inhabitants of Sanctuary, he didn’t feel bound by the oppressing rules of manners.
- Waitwaitwait! You can keef it if yeh wfant!
continued