The return of Za's Funky Anime-Background Dimension™.
Xellos: So you're finally going to try writing fanfiction again.
Za: ...probably.
Utena: Why else would you have made this journal...?
Zelgadis: I think she just likes having a dozen journals.
Za: (blushing) ...well, that, too.
Xellos: So why all this?
Za: ...(glomps Xellos and hides face against his chest) Because I'm embarrassssed. ;.;
Xellos: (pats her) There, there, sweetheart...
Juri: So you're dragging us all here...what, for a warm-up?
Za: (muffled, as she's still hiding her face) Yes. It's easier than just jumping back into fanfiction.
Utena: But didn't you just do that...?
Za: (turning back to the others, but still staying glued to Xellos) Kinda. It was really bad, though...the prose sucks. The only thing it has going for it is the idea.
Zelgadis. -_-; Fantastic idea.
Juri: It's probably been done before, you know.
Za: (hides her face again) I know. (wails) I'm so embarrassed~!
Xellos: ^_^;
The ficlet in question:
Might Just: a drabble
by (the embarrassed) Za Metallium
It had been a century, though it seemed longer than that. But finally, Zelgadiss had discovered his cure.
"It's finally time to live again. To have a life where I'm not afflicted with gasps of horror and furtive stares. I'll finally be free of this accursed body!"
He cast the spell, and watched in wonder as his stone skin reverted to normal human flesh. Flesh that withered before his eyes, drew up and tightened with age. Flesh that clung to his form, that of a decrepit human man. "No..." was his last word as old age claimed the human Zelgadiss.
Za: ...probably.
Utena: Why else would you have made this journal...?
Zelgadis: I think she just likes having a dozen journals.
Za: (blushing) ...well, that, too.
Xellos: So why all this?
Za: ...(glomps Xellos and hides face against his chest) Because I'm embarrassssed. ;.;
Xellos: (pats her) There, there, sweetheart...
Juri: So you're dragging us all here...what, for a warm-up?
Za: (muffled, as she's still hiding her face) Yes. It's easier than just jumping back into fanfiction.
Utena: But didn't you just do that...?
Za: (turning back to the others, but still staying glued to Xellos) Kinda. It was really bad, though...the prose sucks. The only thing it has going for it is the idea.
Zelgadis. -_-; Fantastic idea.
Juri: It's probably been done before, you know.
Za: (hides her face again) I know. (wails) I'm so embarrassed~!
Xellos: ^_^;
The ficlet in question:
Might Just: a drabble
by (the embarrassed) Za Metallium
It had been a century, though it seemed longer than that. But finally, Zelgadiss had discovered his cure.
"It's finally time to live again. To have a life where I'm not afflicted with gasps of horror and furtive stares. I'll finally be free of this accursed body!"
He cast the spell, and watched in wonder as his stone skin reverted to normal human flesh. Flesh that withered before his eyes, drew up and tightened with age. Flesh that clung to his form, that of a decrepit human man. "No..." was his last word as old age claimed the human Zelgadiss.