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yukieTITLE: Four Things that Happened to Schala in Traverse Town
CHARACTERS: Schala, Magus, Alphard and Dalton. Yes, the dork gets listed last. XD
SUMMARY: Timestreams are special, and even though Schala is a very patient young woman, some things can rather get on her last nerve. This is what happens after.
RATING: PG-ish I guess? XD No one really swears but.
COMMENT: Tenebrous-verse! ...Well, this fic - it makes as much sense as RD did to me? XD Mostly it's dumb.
***
She remembered very little of the time immediately before she awakened face-down on the beach outside this town.
She could recollect the machine going critical. The gates opening.
The Sages vanishing, and -
- Janus vanishing.
Her mother just laughing - then shrieking at her to stop carrying on - telling her to forget her brother - forget Janus - forget that worthless child - and - and -
...Had she really lost her temper such that she'd shattered the pendant into the creature's eye?
If so, it was no wonder the creature dropped her through time and dimensions in a fit of pique.
Schala found herself unable to muster a great deal of guilt and wondered if that meant something was the matter with her.
Perhaps once the healer finished with her - and when she herself finished getting all the salt water out of her stomach - she might be able to think more clearly.
***
Magic was common here, and no one stared very long at her hair. There was no black wind here, only tiny creeping shadows easily scattered by a simple conjuration of light.
There were beast-people - she'd met a man one night who'd become a wolf abruptly in order to chase down the thief who'd stolen her change purse. She'd learned that his name was Lazul, that he had a younger brother named Isa.
(...She missed Janus.)
In spite of this surprising turn of events, she wasn't startled for too terribly long. Schala didn't startle easily and hadn't for some time.
After all, she HAD seen her mother communing with a cycloptic parasitic entity in a manner that could only be called 'loving'.
It would take a good deal to surpass that.
This was not a bad place at all. Indeed, quite the opposite - and though she was still sometimes homesick for the kingdom she knew as a child, and she still mourned for the mother she'd lost to that parasite, she grew to think of this place as another home, in time.
***
He was taller than she was now, and the delicate pointed ears borne by all their people were now - well - they put her in mind of his cat Alphard's ears, really. More feline than human. They stuck out to the sides. When did that happen - when had they changed? When did he become so pale? When had his eyes had gone red? When HAD he gotten so tall? She didn't know.
She didn't care.
This was her brother.
Even though he towered over her now and his aura, impressive even when he was small, now seemed to be taking up the greater part of the aether in the public square...even though he was attempting to hide behind that mantle and keep her from looking upon him...his embarrassed scowl was the same as ever.
"Janus?"
"I was once." A low rough voice, but the cadence was all too familiar. After all these years, over these oceans of time - he'd kept the perfect inflection their tutors drummed into him (when he would rather have been playing with the cat). Old habits were hard to break.
He still fiddled with the hem of his sleeve - or his mantle in this case - when nervous.
"...I suppose I can't call you 'little' brother any longer..." Schala said.
She expected he might hug her but it was quite a sudden and enthused sort of a hug from such a stoic-looking man, and it rather unbalanced her. The man who'd once been Janus almost bowled them both over into a flower bed.
***
"...What in the name of the void is that idiot doing here?"
"You're going to break your sticks and then you won't be able to finish your lunch."
"I am going to break my sticks and then insert them into his eye."
"Just ignore him," Schala said, patting Janus - well, Magus now - on the hand. He seethed at a slightly lower level. "He can't do anything to harm either of us now, and besides which he was never especially brave. He's liable to turn and run as soon as he sees you. He ran as soon as the Gates started to open, after all."
Magus made an irritated noise. "Wonderful. Loud, crass, idiotic, vulgar, and a coward. Where did our mad mother find this idiot?"
Schala tried to ignore the former general of Zeal picking his ear as he tried to make heads or tails of the cafe menu. Magus's assessment of Dalton, though unkind, wasn't inaccurate.
"I'm not sure either," she said.
"Is he illiterate too? How long does it take to go over one menu page? ...Oh, don't come over here, don't come over here - Schala, I am going to immolate him. --And I knew that damned eyepatch was fake."
Schala sighed. Dalton never really WALKED anywhere as much as he strutted. He didn't tend to look carefully at where he was going, either. Thus it was that he almost tripped over the distinctly-lavender-hued cat who streaked across his path as he drew near.
Dalton, a table, a tiki torch (unlit), a stack of menus and three chairs crashed to the cobblestone and the cat flung herself onto Magus's shoulder.
"Erraow."
Magus looked as delighted as Schala had ever seen him. "Alphard," he murmured. "That's a very good kitty."
"Uh. little help?" Dalton made a pained noise. "I think my leg's broke."
Magus gave him the sort of squiggle-eyed look one might give to a small green caterpillar on one's salad. Then he went back to scratching Alphard behind the ears.
"Oh nice, ignore me why don't you?" Dalton flailed a bit and a few more menus seesawed to the ground. "Hey, princess, your boytoy's a dick."
"That's Janus, Dalton."
"...Oh what." Dalton stared at Magus.
Magus gave him a grin with too may teeth in it.
"Oh, holy holy crap!" Dalton attempted to backpedal and whacked his head on the table again; Schala decided to spare him further embarrassment and helped him to his feet.
"So you finally discovered trousers," said Magus. "Good for you."
"...You are still one DAMN sarcastic punk you know that?"
"So do you use split-front chopsticks or have you the necessary cerebral capacity to use the regular kind now?"
***
XD Yay Tenebrous, you keep getting weirder.
I like making fun of Dalton, what can I say. XD He's so much more awesome as the fourth-wall-mooning jerkass with no class than some random Q villain.
Also, Alphard r0xx0rz j00.
The 'split-front chopsticks' is a total FLCL reference XD Those are like 'training wheel' chopsticks for kids and pasty folks; FLCL uses use of split-fronts as a symbol of someone being immature.
Dalton probably can't take spicy things or sour drinks either [/more FLCL nerding].
CHARACTERS: Schala, Magus, Alphard and Dalton. Yes, the dork gets listed last. XD
SUMMARY: Timestreams are special, and even though Schala is a very patient young woman, some things can rather get on her last nerve. This is what happens after.
RATING: PG-ish I guess? XD No one really swears but.
COMMENT: Tenebrous-verse! ...Well, this fic - it makes as much sense as RD did to me? XD Mostly it's dumb.
***
She remembered very little of the time immediately before she awakened face-down on the beach outside this town.
She could recollect the machine going critical. The gates opening.
The Sages vanishing, and -
- Janus vanishing.
Her mother just laughing - then shrieking at her to stop carrying on - telling her to forget her brother - forget Janus - forget that worthless child - and - and -
...Had she really lost her temper such that she'd shattered the pendant into the creature's eye?
If so, it was no wonder the creature dropped her through time and dimensions in a fit of pique.
Schala found herself unable to muster a great deal of guilt and wondered if that meant something was the matter with her.
Perhaps once the healer finished with her - and when she herself finished getting all the salt water out of her stomach - she might be able to think more clearly.
***
Magic was common here, and no one stared very long at her hair. There was no black wind here, only tiny creeping shadows easily scattered by a simple conjuration of light.
There were beast-people - she'd met a man one night who'd become a wolf abruptly in order to chase down the thief who'd stolen her change purse. She'd learned that his name was Lazul, that he had a younger brother named Isa.
(...She missed Janus.)
In spite of this surprising turn of events, she wasn't startled for too terribly long. Schala didn't startle easily and hadn't for some time.
After all, she HAD seen her mother communing with a cycloptic parasitic entity in a manner that could only be called 'loving'.
It would take a good deal to surpass that.
This was not a bad place at all. Indeed, quite the opposite - and though she was still sometimes homesick for the kingdom she knew as a child, and she still mourned for the mother she'd lost to that parasite, she grew to think of this place as another home, in time.
***
He was taller than she was now, and the delicate pointed ears borne by all their people were now - well - they put her in mind of his cat Alphard's ears, really. More feline than human. They stuck out to the sides. When did that happen - when had they changed? When did he become so pale? When had his eyes had gone red? When HAD he gotten so tall? She didn't know.
She didn't care.
This was her brother.
Even though he towered over her now and his aura, impressive even when he was small, now seemed to be taking up the greater part of the aether in the public square...even though he was attempting to hide behind that mantle and keep her from looking upon him...his embarrassed scowl was the same as ever.
"Janus?"
"I was once." A low rough voice, but the cadence was all too familiar. After all these years, over these oceans of time - he'd kept the perfect inflection their tutors drummed into him (when he would rather have been playing with the cat). Old habits were hard to break.
He still fiddled with the hem of his sleeve - or his mantle in this case - when nervous.
"...I suppose I can't call you 'little' brother any longer..." Schala said.
She expected he might hug her but it was quite a sudden and enthused sort of a hug from such a stoic-looking man, and it rather unbalanced her. The man who'd once been Janus almost bowled them both over into a flower bed.
***
"...What in the name of the void is that idiot doing here?"
"You're going to break your sticks and then you won't be able to finish your lunch."
"I am going to break my sticks and then insert them into his eye."
"Just ignore him," Schala said, patting Janus - well, Magus now - on the hand. He seethed at a slightly lower level. "He can't do anything to harm either of us now, and besides which he was never especially brave. He's liable to turn and run as soon as he sees you. He ran as soon as the Gates started to open, after all."
Magus made an irritated noise. "Wonderful. Loud, crass, idiotic, vulgar, and a coward. Where did our mad mother find this idiot?"
Schala tried to ignore the former general of Zeal picking his ear as he tried to make heads or tails of the cafe menu. Magus's assessment of Dalton, though unkind, wasn't inaccurate.
"I'm not sure either," she said.
"Is he illiterate too? How long does it take to go over one menu page? ...Oh, don't come over here, don't come over here - Schala, I am going to immolate him. --And I knew that damned eyepatch was fake."
Schala sighed. Dalton never really WALKED anywhere as much as he strutted. He didn't tend to look carefully at where he was going, either. Thus it was that he almost tripped over the distinctly-lavender-hued cat who streaked across his path as he drew near.
Dalton, a table, a tiki torch (unlit), a stack of menus and three chairs crashed to the cobblestone and the cat flung herself onto Magus's shoulder.
"Erraow."
Magus looked as delighted as Schala had ever seen him. "Alphard," he murmured. "That's a very good kitty."
"Uh. little help?" Dalton made a pained noise. "I think my leg's broke."
Magus gave him the sort of squiggle-eyed look one might give to a small green caterpillar on one's salad. Then he went back to scratching Alphard behind the ears.
"Oh nice, ignore me why don't you?" Dalton flailed a bit and a few more menus seesawed to the ground. "Hey, princess, your boytoy's a dick."
"That's Janus, Dalton."
"...Oh what." Dalton stared at Magus.
Magus gave him a grin with too may teeth in it.
"Oh, holy holy crap!" Dalton attempted to backpedal and whacked his head on the table again; Schala decided to spare him further embarrassment and helped him to his feet.
"So you finally discovered trousers," said Magus. "Good for you."
"...You are still one DAMN sarcastic punk you know that?"
"So do you use split-front chopsticks or have you the necessary cerebral capacity to use the regular kind now?"
***
XD Yay Tenebrous, you keep getting weirder.
I like making fun of Dalton, what can I say. XD He's so much more awesome as the fourth-wall-mooning jerkass with no class than some random Q villain.
Also, Alphard r0xx0rz j00.
The 'split-front chopsticks' is a total FLCL reference XD Those are like 'training wheel' chopsticks for kids and pasty folks; FLCL uses use of split-fronts as a symbol of someone being immature.
Dalton probably can't take spicy things or sour drinks either [/more FLCL nerding].