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ninjatrauma thankyou!. Forgive the whirling eyes and general incoherency, plz. Because it is crack injected straight into your brain. Might have more specific babble after I’ve climbed down off the high a bit.
Lina. I love Lina. Can’t think of anything more to say about her at the moment. XD
I feel so sorry for Zelgadis sometimes – this crowd really isn’t a good one for anyone who still possess some shreds of dignity to hang around with. And then he does something completely retarded that makes me go HAH! You so deserve them! XD.
I love Gourry. He’s actually not that stupid, aside from the appalling memory that can get a little repetitive as an exposition plot device. I mean, setting aside the whole willingly hanging around with Lina he’s actually got a lot of sense. And the way their expressions just completely synch, especially the dumbfounded expressions when they first me the Loony Seyruun family.
Amelia kinda left me cold when she first appeared, although I liked her for the contrast she provided to the other characters. But she’s growing on me – especially after she and Lina GLEEFULLY dressed Gourry up in drag. But Phil! PHIL! He makes it WORTH watching shounen hero after shounen hero shouting out their stupid attack names! PACIFIST CRUSH! KINDNESS TO ALL CREATURES KICK!
And I’ve taken to squeaking every time Xellos appears on screen. It’s quite embarrassing. BUT HE IS WORTH EVRY BIT OF IT. ♥ ♥ ♥
*cough* Okay, now to the really bad affect Slayers has had on me…
*wails and covers her face with her hands.* I’m sorry, I’m sorry! It wasn’t me I tell you! It was the bunnies!
*bunnies are conspicuous by their absence.*
I marathoned on Slayers and then they shoved the TENNIS EPISODE at me as the last one I posses!!!! What did they expect me to do?!!!!
Ignoring the sound of the cheering crowd beyond the clubroom walls, Oishi studied his partner seriously. “Eiji, are you sure you’re comfortable with this?”
Kikumaru nodded his head vigorously. “Of course, Ooishi! We have to win this tournament – we’ve got no choice, nya! Stupid innkeeper will kick us out again if we can’t manage to pay the rent!”
Which was exactly what he’d said before, and yet… Oishi stared down at the unfamiliar racket he held, remembering again what had led to their predicament.
A freak intersection of the Tezuka Zone, Drive B, and a pitcher of experimental Inui juice had opened up a portal the Time Space continuum and thrown them into this strange new world.
As soon as they’d realised what had happened, Oishi had immediately started worrying about practical things, like money and food and shelter, and their lack of transferable job skills.
It was an enormous stroke of luck to find Brass Raquets, so similar to tennis in so many ways, though thankfully, since Oishi’s research had been unable to turn up any health care system, less dangerous. Played with raquets and balls powered by the player’s wills, the goal being to knock out the opposing team, it had been strangely easy to learn. It was even played solely in doubles! There was only one problem, as they’d discovered when they’d attempted to register for this tournament. Each team had to be of mixed genders.
Kikumaru settles a hand on his shoulder, his face unusually solemn. “It’s okay, Oishi. I understand why we have to do this, nya.”
Oishi worried at his bottom lip for a moment, then took a deep breath. “If you’re sure, Eiji, then I’m alright with it.”
“Yosh!” Kikumaru beamed triumphantly as he swept up his racket. “And don’t worry Oishi! You’ve got great legs!”
Oishi sighed and smoothed his skirt down nervously as he followed his partner onto the pitch.
ninjatrauma thankyou!. Forgive the whirling eyes and general incoherency, plz. Because it is crack injected straight into your brain. Might have more specific babble after I’ve climbed down off the high a bit.Lina. I love Lina. Can’t think of anything more to say about her at the moment. XD
I feel so sorry for Zelgadis sometimes – this crowd really isn’t a good one for anyone who still possess some shreds of dignity to hang around with. And then he does something completely retarded that makes me go HAH! You so deserve them! XD.
I love Gourry. He’s actually not that stupid, aside from the appalling memory that can get a little repetitive as an exposition plot device. I mean, setting aside the whole willingly hanging around with Lina he’s actually got a lot of sense. And the way their expressions just completely synch, especially the dumbfounded expressions when they first me the Loony Seyruun family.
Amelia kinda left me cold when she first appeared, although I liked her for the contrast she provided to the other characters. But she’s growing on me – especially after she and Lina GLEEFULLY dressed Gourry up in drag. But Phil! PHIL! He makes it WORTH watching shounen hero after shounen hero shouting out their stupid attack names! PACIFIST CRUSH! KINDNESS TO ALL CREATURES KICK!
And I’ve taken to squeaking every time Xellos appears on screen. It’s quite embarrassing. BUT HE IS WORTH EVRY BIT OF IT. ♥ ♥ ♥
*cough* Okay, now to the really bad affect Slayers has had on me…
*wails and covers her face with her hands.* I’m sorry, I’m sorry! It wasn’t me I tell you! It was the bunnies!
*bunnies are conspicuous by their absence.*
I marathoned on Slayers and then they shoved the TENNIS EPISODE at me as the last one I posses!!!! What did they expect me to do?!!!!
Ignoring the sound of the cheering crowd beyond the clubroom walls, Oishi studied his partner seriously. “Eiji, are you sure you’re comfortable with this?”
Kikumaru nodded his head vigorously. “Of course, Ooishi! We have to win this tournament – we’ve got no choice, nya! Stupid innkeeper will kick us out again if we can’t manage to pay the rent!”
Which was exactly what he’d said before, and yet… Oishi stared down at the unfamiliar racket he held, remembering again what had led to their predicament.
A freak intersection of the Tezuka Zone, Drive B, and a pitcher of experimental Inui juice had opened up a portal the Time Space continuum and thrown them into this strange new world.
As soon as they’d realised what had happened, Oishi had immediately started worrying about practical things, like money and food and shelter, and their lack of transferable job skills.
It was an enormous stroke of luck to find Brass Raquets, so similar to tennis in so many ways, though thankfully, since Oishi’s research had been unable to turn up any health care system, less dangerous. Played with raquets and balls powered by the player’s wills, the goal being to knock out the opposing team, it had been strangely easy to learn. It was even played solely in doubles! There was only one problem, as they’d discovered when they’d attempted to register for this tournament. Each team had to be of mixed genders.
Kikumaru settles a hand on his shoulder, his face unusually solemn. “It’s okay, Oishi. I understand why we have to do this, nya.”
Oishi worried at his bottom lip for a moment, then took a deep breath. “If you’re sure, Eiji, then I’m alright with it.”
“Yosh!” Kikumaru beamed triumphantly as he swept up his racket. “And don’t worry Oishi! You’ve got great legs!”
Oishi sighed and smoothed his skirt down nervously as he followed his partner onto the pitch.
