For Science!

Okay. So uh. How about four?

Yes I am! Do you need my aim name?

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Four is fine. I may not finish/post them all tonight, but they will happen.

. . . your AIM name is on you profile. Hold on a sec.

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Yaaaay. okay. [considers]

1. Danny mets a Kami.

2. RP!Dan mets an Inccubus

3. Vlad versus a vampire.

aaaaand [considers]

4. A Shen Gong Wu acts like Cupids Arrow and Chase falls in love with Spicer.

[tackles] You're awesome!

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“I don’t know where you come from or why you’re here, but if you’re planning on hurting-”

“Would you like some tea?”

If was like hitting a brick wall at full speed, but only in his mind. “What?”

“You seem too have much aggression. A nice cup of tea will soothe away some anger.” The ghost-not-ghost did something. It was too blurry to see properly, but it felt like a shrug to Danny. “Or I could leave. I did not know that you laid claim to this demesne. I apologize for trespassing.”

“Bwa?” This was, for Danny, a first. Something ghostly had come to Amity Park and did not want to fight him. Had actually apologized to him, and offered him tea. “Who are you?”

The thing-Danny was fairly certain that it wasn’t a ghost-sort of crumpled around the middle. It took Danny a moment to realize it was bowing. “Forgive me, I have been unacceptably rude. I am Chrysanthemum Dragon of the Lesser Three Rivers, from the Land of the Rising Sun, currently on pilgrimage to Ireland.”

It was silent, a polite, waiting kind of silent. “Oh. Um. I’m Danny, and this is Amity Park. I normally fight ghosts. Sorry I attacked you. I thought you were a ghost.”

“I,” said the thing, neutrally, but Danny was learning that neutrally with this particular not-ghost did not mean that it had no opinion but that it was hiding its opinion, “am kami. You would say . . . a small spirit of nature, yes? And you are something like an oni, a spirit-which-fights. I think we have much to discuss. Are you sure you will not have some tea?”

“ . . . tea sounds good.”

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...okay that is utterly AWESOME.

And now i am wondering if yu ever read the magna Petshop of Horrors.

.....Teeeeeeeea! XD

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Is that the one with the rabbits that you can't feed anything other than lettuce, or they become meat rabbits? Cause I read a few chapters of that once. Since it wasn't my home library, I could not take out more than four manga, though, and lone wolf and Cub trumped.

How good is it/what's the connection?

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Yep that one!

As the magna never stated the name of D's race, the fnadom just calls him a Kami.

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Wasn't D also very fond of sweets and tea?

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Oooo that is true.

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I may have to go to Bloomfield Library just for that.

And lessee. Kami is a Japanese term that is often (incorrectly) translated as god. A closer translation would be small spirits of nature, generally benign or helpful. Granted, the more powerful kami are gods, but not all gods are kami. People pray to kami for good luck in the same way that Americans throw pennies into fountains.

But if D was a kami . . . O_O. I shudder to think!

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Wooo! Doo iiit. the series is so very fabously gay and awesome.

Huh. cool.

Why the shuddering?

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I wiiiiiiiill. Maybe tomorrow.

I'm trying to imagine a world in which all kami are as badass-Idon'tgiveafuck as D, and it isn't working. My brain is squeaking around the edges.

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Woot.

Hmm. Well they don't state D being a kami in the magna I got. They never state what species D is.

When asked the answer is "The painters of unseen images. The singers of unheard songs. The caretakers of what has been lost. We are that which you choose to ignore."

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“You smell . . . unsusual,” said the thing, walking-floating?-towards him. The portal whence it had just emerged glowed an angry red. “Good, though.”

Dan growled, deep in his throat. The thing was wrong damnit, every sense he had was screaming this at him, except for his libido. That was telling him the thing was a) male; b) naked; and c) really, really hot. And it smelled good. Not like Freakshow, not like Clockwork. Like an oasis in the desert, like something that against all probability was where it was. “What. Are. You?” he managed.

“Sex fiend,” it said. “Wanna screw?”

And the odd thing was, even if he hadn’t been in the mood two seconds ago, he was now. He might have been tempted to listen to Pas screaming in his head if he didn’t want to find out where that smell was coming from. He closed his eyes to take a breath, and was surprised to find himself pressed against the wrong-bad-getaway lithe form when he opened them again.

“Yesssssss,” he hissed, breathing in.

Later, listening to what would have been his heartbeat had he been alive but was not because he was dead, damnit, he realized some other things:

It didn’t have a heartbeat.

It smelled like rotting meat.

And while he was reflected in the observing mirrors of Clockwork’s domain, the whatever-the-hell-it-was refused to be real to any of them.

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This. this is AWESOMELY creepy and glorious.

much love for youuuu.

(and use of my lone Dan icon)

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Creepy is good. I was totally going for creepy WTF!sex.

Right before writing this, my brain explained to be how sex demons eat, and it is freaky. Rough version: They use sex to draw out the good mojo, and don't replace it. If it's one-time sex with someone who has lots of friends and is secure in their identity, this is not a problem. If it's a lot of sex with someone like Dan, you could end up with problems.

I'm thinking Pas is pissed now, because that probably had the same effect on his mindscape as a tornado, and she has to clean it up.

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You succeeded.

Huh. Think it is possible for a sex demon to figure out how to both feed AND replace that? Like um. some sort of symbite thing instead of parasidite?

And yes Pas would be very very pissed. And working on making traps in case it comes back.

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Uhm . . . not sex demons. The reason that humans (and ghosts) can replace it when they have sex is because they have souls. It kind of like a good-mojo-exchange, which spreads out the love, man. Demons haven't, which is the root of a lot of their problems.

They could probably feed off the spare energy from two humans having sex, but that would involve a sex demon watching sex and not participating. IE, it wouldn't work.

Which is not to say that the demons necessarily like doing that to people, and they can get by working in a whorehouse, for example. It's just that it's like living on a minimum wage salary when the person in question has a Ph.D. Most of them aren't that good. And remember, it's only a problem if the demon isn't careful to have a lot of one-nighters with people who have strong personalities. I just think this one was starving and not too concerned about Dan's mental health at the moment.

I <3 Pas.

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Aaaah. I see. That makes sense.

...What about threesomes and orgies? or would that ocujnt for the whorehouse?

[nods] Gotcha.

Pas kicks ass.

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An orgy might work, but how many of those do you know happening around here recently?

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....Uuuuuuuuh.

none?

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And they'd have to orgy, with a different group of people, about once every two days.

Mabe during the Summer of Love. Maybe.

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[snerks] Weeee for orgies.

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“Why do you protect this?” it asked, gesturing to where Allen lay, unconscious and bleeding. Its voice was raw and guttural, as if it had not had cause to use it for a long time and wasn’t quite sure how to go about it.

Vlad sighed. “For whatever reason, my husband’s sister loves him. That alone is reason enough to protect him. But I don’t take kindly to people trespassing on my property, either.”

“You cannot kill me,” it said.

“Really?” One eyebrow quirked up. “Well, that’s an interesting theory. We shall have to test it.”

As it turned out, Vlad could kill a vampire, without great difficulty.

The fact that it couldn’t touch him only sped things up a little.

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Because you know he could totally pwn vampire ass without,/i> the ghost powers.

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Eeeee, aweomse! And yes he totally could!

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<3 <3 <3

Care to title it? (You know why I'm asking. ;))

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It's on my computer as "DP - Vlad vs. Vampire" Is that a good enough title?

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Works for me.

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scribe_protra, I blame you. With much blaming. I tries writing one, but I couldn't get that awesome line in, so I had to write both. You get a bonus. Be happy with it!

Oh, and Lachesis is the middle of the three Fates, who weaves lives into the tapestry of the world.

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At first, it had been sweet.

Then it had gotten annoying.

Now, it was just plain creepy.

“Ooh, roses,” rasped Wuya. “One hundred and forty-eight of them. I counted. Very expensive. Very classy. Ver-” At this point, Jack attempted to hit Wuya. It didn’t work, as Wuya was immaterial. She ignored it and blithely continued talking, “-y romantic. And he got you chocolates. Are you sure you aren’t going to consider his offer?”

“I. Am not. Gay.”

Way ignored this too. “The way he is right now, you could ask for the world on a platter, and he’d give it to you for a birthday present.” She floated over to his other side, and whispered in his ear, “He could get you the Shen Gong Wu.”

“Hey, yeah, that’s right! He could! Still,” he said, looking at the flowers, which covered every flat surface not covered by chocolates, that Chase had somehow snuck into his room while he slept yet again, despite every trap his self-proclaimed evil genius could devise, “What am I supposed to do with one hundred and forty-eight roses?”

“You could always plant them,” suggested Wuya.

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“ . . . you knew this was going to happen.”

Wuya remained where she was, twirling gently in midair and laughing her nonexistent brains out.

“I hate you.”

“No one can fight the Strings of Lachesis once it’s activated,” said the Strings of Lachesis in his head, smugly. “Although I didn’t know that thing with his tongue was physically possib-”

“You, shut up,” he said to it, and was ignored. Wuya was still laughing. Chase was . . . doing Chase things, probably involving pastels, chocolates, and really frighteningly large numbers of roses. He rolled his eyes, telling whatever god dogged his steps with chaos that it could go away now, thanks. “No wonder the Dragons didn’t show up. If I’d known it was going to be this much trouble, I would have just left it.”

“P-P-PREGNANT!” hollered Wuya, before going off again.

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I am DED from the utter AWESOMENESS that are these drabbles!

You ROCK girl!

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