prompts: drabbles and fic
I gleefully asked for fic from suchdisguise when suchdisguise put up a request for prompts with the condition that if I request something, then I should, in all fairness, let other people request things off me too. (Which yeah. I'm going to attempt and fail another fic meme, but feel free to laugh at me while I try
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“The man closest to the hand of God. Sai. Last name unknown." Eames slaps the table dramatically.
"He appeared briefly on the internet like a fierce wind storm through modern Japan that no one saw coming, though if I had said earthquake everyone would have seen that coming since - right. Off track. In an era where the Go world were desperately searching for the next big thing, where Japan fervently wanted to triumph against Korean and Chinese Go players, languishing in third place in a three country competition, there was Touya Akira, simmering in his father’s shadow, waiting, and then there was Sai, tied down to no rules or regulation bar the ones in the game itself. He wiped collective behinds at internet go and-”
“This is not adequate research Eames,” says Arthur, who is ignored.
“And then, he played a magnificent game with Touya Meijin ( ... )
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*eagerly awaits continuation*
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Arthur wants to refuse. He really wants to refuse. It would involve weeks and months of preparation and research (even if Eames had done some of Arthur’s work for him. It’s not even his damned job) and Arthur would have to fucking learn how to play a whole new complicated board game from scratch (Arthur is thorough; it’s the reason why Cobb is back with his kids and not drowning in a ditch courtesy of hicksvilleneses from Bumtown) and he’d have to brush up on his high school Japanese and he hates Japan when he has to be in the country. It's kind of like seeing a Monet - always better at a distance ( ... )
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Oh, Arthur. Japan loves you, I'm sure!
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