RE: Chapter 4 is now available for your reading pleasure.
05-06-2022, 09:32 PM (This post was last modified: 05-06-2022, 09:39 PM by Vulpis.)
05-06-2022, 09:32 PM (This post was last modified: 05-06-2022, 09:39 PM by Vulpis.)
Something came to mind to me, as a..'punishment' for Doug pushing the song for this...
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Doug began to relax as the last 'Yes!' died away, presuming all the Guardians had been called.
Only to realize his mistake a moment later as a new round of declarations began a moment later. A cacophonous multitude of them, of which even his ears were only able to pick out a few...
Some gave a bit of deja vu, proclaiming "I am Guardian/Sailor/Knight <insert all the astrological bodies in the Solar System, including some outside of it, including the Sun, Asteroids, *specific* asteroids, Starlight itself>"
Others were...odder.
One guttural growl was "In the name of blood and guts, I am Sailor Frag, yah bast--"
Which was cut off by a hollow-sounding voice intoning, "I am Sailor Nowhere..."
Which was followed by a rather...Nobel (sic) voice overhead declaring, "I am Sailor Gundam!"
Somewhere in the crowd, Doug made out the a familiar call, "I am Sailor Loon!" to which he thought <"Aww, Lisa, I didn't mean to drag you into this..."> only to be startled a moment later to hear the same phrase coming from an equally familiar *male* throat...to which he could only think <"pleasenotinafukupleasenotinafukuIdon'thavethelegsforit!">
Others still came in groups, including one that made him shudder a moment, "We are the Sailor Sabers! Sanjo!" and another "We are the Nerima Scouts!" that made him reflect that in some places and times, at least, they *wouldn't* need his training at all.
Eventually, this second round of noise died down as well, leaving Doug to muse, "Sometimes, these rituals can work a bit *too* well!"
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Doug wanted all the Guardians? He gets *all* of them. ;-) Or at least the ones I could remember/make up off the top of my head at the moment...
Granted, this can't entirely be blamed on Doug, really...the half-trained central focus of the ritual suddenly summoning a personally-keyed multidimensional Artifact to her mid-stream can throw things, in the words of one Al Calavicci, "A little bit ca-ca". :-)
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Doug began to relax as the last 'Yes!' died away, presuming all the Guardians had been called.
Only to realize his mistake a moment later as a new round of declarations began a moment later. A cacophonous multitude of them, of which even his ears were only able to pick out a few...
Some gave a bit of deja vu, proclaiming "I am Guardian/Sailor/Knight <insert all the astrological bodies in the Solar System, including some outside of it, including the Sun, Asteroids, *specific* asteroids, Starlight itself>"
Others were...odder.
One guttural growl was "In the name of blood and guts, I am Sailor Frag, yah bast--"
Which was cut off by a hollow-sounding voice intoning, "I am Sailor Nowhere..."
Which was followed by a rather...Nobel (sic) voice overhead declaring, "I am Sailor Gundam!"
Somewhere in the crowd, Doug made out the a familiar call, "I am Sailor Loon!" to which he thought <"Aww, Lisa, I didn't mean to drag you into this..."> only to be startled a moment later to hear the same phrase coming from an equally familiar *male* throat...to which he could only think <"pleasenotinafukupleasenotinafukuIdon'thavethelegsforit!">
Others still came in groups, including one that made him shudder a moment, "We are the Sailor Sabers! Sanjo!" and another "We are the Nerima Scouts!" that made him reflect that in some places and times, at least, they *wouldn't* need his training at all.
Eventually, this second round of noise died down as well, leaving Doug to muse, "Sometimes, these rituals can work a bit *too* well!"
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Doug wanted all the Guardians? He gets *all* of them. ;-) Or at least the ones I could remember/make up off the top of my head at the moment...
Granted, this can't entirely be blamed on Doug, really...the half-trained central focus of the ritual suddenly summoning a personally-keyed multidimensional Artifact to her mid-stream can throw things, in the words of one Al Calavicci, "A little bit ca-ca". :-)