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Huh. If that's the case, I wonder why they didn't slot Snow in as Saturn, then. Odd....
Too old?
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Epsilon
Why not use Alice is my question?
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 Too old? ---------------- Epsilon Why not use Alice is my question? 
Snow White is only supposed to be about 16... and I think the Disney art makes her look closer to 14...
-- Bob --------- Then the horns kicked in... ...and my shoes began to squeak.
Pocahontas is only supposed to be 12 but Disney made her look 18 =P
--Amanda "Hey, it's not like dying is on my schedule for this week." --Yumeko Asagiri, Bubblegum Crisis: The Next Generation, part 3
Less chance of the Disney Corporation getting tarred as child pornographers that way. After all, 12-year-olds can't have mythic romances now, can they?
-- Bob --------- Then the horns kicked in... ...and my shoes began to squeak. 
Back to the CTSNB... Blame this one on lack of sleep combines with watching one of the shows for the first time recently.
Sasami Magical Host Club -- Rob Kelk "Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of the same sovereign, servants of the same law." - Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012
I think the image on this page (scroll down) more or less counts:
http://www.penny-arcade.com/2009/2/27/ 
I can't think of a good title for this, but....
Quote: Morisato Keiichi was hurrying back to the dorm, pushing the speed limit, when the badger misjudged its dart across the road, and his sidecar caught it----- Big Brother is watching you. And damn, you are so bloody BORING.
..and Keiichi intersects Norse/Germanic mythology from an entirely different vector...
(And now I want to dig that book out of my shelves and reread it.) -- Bob --------- Then the horns kicked in... ...and my shoes began to squeak.
...I'm missing something.
=========== =============================================== "V, did you do something foolish?" "Yes, and it was glorious." Quote: ...I'm missing something.The crossover is with the book Expecting Someone Taller, by Tom Holt (published 1987). The back-cover blurb -- one of the best blurbs I've ever read -- goes like this: Quote: Malcolm Fisher had barely heard of the Norse gods. Then he inherited the Ring of the Nibelungs from a dying badger (yes, a badger) who was----- Big Brother is watching you. And damn, you are so bloody BORING. 
I love early Tom Holt. His later work seems to get too weird and dark for me.
Although I really have to, some day, find and read Snow White and the Seven Samurai. Which brings us neatly back to the subject at hand.  --Sam "How the hell did I do that?"
I'm ... I'm ... I'm ... dethpicable.
![[Image: thhephiroth.th.jpg]](http://img11.imageshack.us/my.php?image=thhephiroth.jpg%5B/img) ----- Big Brother is watching you. And damn, you are so bloody BORING.
Ow...ow...
I think you broke my brain x_X; --Amanda "Hey, it's not like dying is on my schedule for this week." --Yumeko Asagiri, Bubblegum Crisis: The Next Generation, part 3
Gene Hackman stars as a single Father in Indiana who is a college basketball coach in "Hoosier Daddy" 8P
___________________________ "I've always wanted to be somebody, but I should have been more specific." - George Carlin
Let's see...
Yagami has control of a supernatural book... And Yagami has control of a supernatural book... Death Note / Nanoha StrikerS, anyone? -- Rob Kelk "Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of the same sovereign, servants of the same law." - Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012
Nanoha/Bokurano, replacing Zearth and the other mechs with monstrously powerful Devices.
Pronounced "shy guy."
I can't think of any crossover with Bokurano that should be, mostly because Bokurano itself shouldn't.
 --Sam "Eating kittens is just plain... plain WRONG! And no one should do it EVER!"
How about Baccano!/Nanoha: The limits of Immortality?
Dr. Manhatten studied the apparatus carefully. If he was correct, the energies in the apparatus would create a wormhole in spacetime. It was a pity that
they'd also prevent any direct observation of the phenomenon, but by carefully observing the effects he . . . He hadn't expected a young girl to casually step out of an energy field capable of vaporising Iridium. Blonde, fairly pretty, maybe 11 or 12 years old. She looked up at the single most recognisible person in the world. "Hi, who're you? I'm Astra. Astra Furst. What happened to your clothes?" (In case onyone doesn't know, "Astro City")
Read your post Jinx, and after chuckling for a good bit, this was my first thought.
Quote:Dr. Manhatten studied the apparatus carefully. If he was correct, the energies in the apparatus would create a wormhole in spacetime. It was a pity that they'd also prevent any direct observation of the phenomenon, but by carefully observing the effects he . . .--- Jon "And that must have caused my dad's brain to break in half, replaced by a purely mechanical engine of revenge!"
Inspired by seeing two DVDs next to each other at the store:
My HiME Totoro -- Rob Kelk "Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of the same sovereign, servants of the same law." - Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012
"Pranks, huh?" I inquired casually between slurps of my (quite excellent, really) ramen. On the stool beside me, the too-skinny little half-feral
looking blond kid was vacuuming up his fourth full-size bowl in a manner I hadn't seen since last (and first, and ONLY, by Hex!) time I'd treated Usagi to dinner at a buffet restaurant with an all-you-can-eat dessert bar (I know I'm not the only person who still has low-grade nightmares about that night). Sucking up the very last bit of noodle and broth with that disturbing skill common to small children and the chronically underfed, my ersatz lunch companion nodded and swallowed noisily before answering. "Yeah, yeah! And Ojiisan is okay with it, even if I do prank him too, because he keeps the mean people from getting after me too bad when I get 'em good, especially if they deserve it, and even when he doesn't like it, he only makes me clean up what I did, and maybe Iruka-sensei yells at me some, but that's okay because I know Iruka-sensei actually wants me to learn something and he's fair, not like those other teachers, and--" I dropped into a zen-like nod-and-agree trance, letting my hindbrain filter out the pertinent points as I signalled the ramen stand's proprietor (who had already gotten on my good side by grandly ignoring the number of other customers who'd left when they saw the kid already seated) to get the kid anothe bowl... which was served with rather more meat in it than the average ramen bowl and a side order of smile from the pretty chef/waitress who was pretty obviously the restauranteur's daughter. I got a side of approving smile myself when she thought I wasn't looking, which clinched it -- this kid might be this town's Bad Seed, but he had some decent people looking out for him. Which was good, because I'd found my exit song and portal, in nearly record time this Step. I'd thought the Three didn't have any particular task for me in this world... and then I ran smack into this kid, running from an angry mob (who'd been covered in the most *fascinating* combination of paint colors...). This kid, who looked like he didn't eat often enough for his age even with the ramen-stand owners looking out for him. This kid, who looked like a normal Little Rascal(tm) rabble-rouser but had my danger sense turning cartwheels, and whose energy pattern in my magesight looked like *nothing* i'd ever run across before: I mean, two double helices sharing a Celestial-like third? Especially since it looked like one was *constraining* the other, rather than merging with it.... I eyed him thoughtfully as he slurped down his *fifth* bowl with a big cheerful grin and single-minded intensity. The kid didn't have any real malice in him, but there was a... a *cloud,* sort of, hanging about him, like a demonic posession waiting for an opportunity to pounce. And if my guesses about this kid's life were at all accurate, that opportunity could happen way too easily as he got older, an event that every instinct I had was screaming would be Very Very Bad. This kid had Destiny, with a capital D, written all over him, and I had a strong feeling that I wasn't supposed to hang around and meddle. Or try taking him with me. But *not* meddling isn't exactly in my nature. And besides, I *liked* this kid -- he made my inner Wascawwy Wabbit Ears quiver like a Jacob's ladder. And that, right there, gave me the answer. I reached casually down into the saddlebag I'd tucked beneath my stool. It's a dimensionally folded bag, larger on the inside than the outside, spelled that way for me as a going-away present by some of the Hogwarts students. And its best feature is that when I *need* something from its cavernous confines, I don't have to *dig* for it (usually -- I think the darn thing has a sense of humor) -- what I'm looking for is the first thing I find (again, *usually*). I pulled out the book with a grin and handed it over. "Well, I happen to know something about pranks, myself." (somewhere, Hex just started sneezing uncontrollably). "And this is a catalog of the *best* prank-pulling tools I know." He grabbed it like a bass striking a well-trolled fly, lightin up -- and then crumbling as he took a good look. "But, but, this is all just weird markings and stuff!" I gave him my best conspiratorial grin. "Ah, that's just because it's written in a language you don't know. Try this: push some energy into it, just a little, and see what happens." He eyed me skeptically. "Energy? You mean, like chakra, like Iruka-sensei always talks about, and then yells at me when I fall asleep, even though it's not my fault that it's so boring and I get sleepy after lu--" I rolled my eyes and gestured at the catalog. He gave me another Look, then scoweled at the catalog with a squinty expression of utter concnentration that made his eyes squeeze nearly shut, the whisker-like marks on his cheeks bunch up, and me nearly crack up. From my viewpoint, nothing happened. But from his, I knew, the cover title suddenly flowed into a new pattern, one that he *could* read. I could tell because he nearly fell off his stool in excitement. "Hey, hey! NOW it looks like words! But... weird ones." He scrunched up his nose again, trying to sound out words that could only be translated phonetically. "Ack... mee... products... cat-log." He looked up at me. "What's a cat-log?" "A *catalog,*" I said, emphasizing the correct pronunciation (he rolled his eyes at me), "is like an advertisement. The people who make the catalog put a list of all the things they sell in there, along with pictures, and descriptions, and instructions about how to order." He was flipping through the pages, just sort of skimming the delightfully unfamiliar pictures, and took a minute to register what I'd said. His face fell again. "Yeah, yeah, but... that takes money, right? And I don't have much." "Ah," I replied, placing a finger alongside my nose. "But, you see, these people don't charge *money* -- their stuff is essentially free." He eyed me with renewed cynicism, too much for someone that young. "Yeah? The last time someone gave me something "free," I had to--" his mouth slammed shut with a clack of teeth. I decided not to pursue it. "Well, the fine people at ACME are big-time pranksters themselves, maybe some of the biggest ever. And a long, long time ago--" (in a universe far, FAR away, I didn't add) "--they decided that the greatest prank in all of history would be to help more people pull off great pranks. And to do that, they decided to make the best pranking tools ever made, and provide them for free to worthy pranksters." "But!" I waved a finger in the face of his waning but still present suspicion. "There *are* rules." His face took on an "I knew it" expression. I ignored it and started counting off. "First, you have to be *worthy* -- you can't just pull off dinky little pranks, or pranks everybody knows; you have to pull off pranks that are bigger, and better, and that no one's ever seen before. Bonus points if it's a prank that no one thought was even *possible.*" He was already hooked, but I rolled right on before he could erupt-- err, *interrupt.* "Second: you can't use ACME products to hurt people." I put on my Serious Face. "ACME products *can't* hurt people. Well, not *seriously.* If you try to use an ACME product to hurt someone, or even if you pull a prank just to be *mean,* instead of too be funny or teach someone a lesson, that ACME product --whether it's a Portable Hole, or Antigravity Paint, or a Giant Slingshot, or a Boxing Mallet-- will *backfire* on you. *Bad.* You *can* use them for revenge, but only as long as it's not *mean* revenge; you can embarrass people and teach them a lesson, but you can't just be plain *mean* to them, even if you think they deserve it." He frowned, looking a bit disappointed, but not too much -- like I thought, this kid had issues, but he wasn't really *malicious,* just... misunderstood and hyperactive. Channeling that energy away from malicious pursuits into more humerous ones might just be what Doctor Freud ordered. "And?" he prompted me. "And lastly," I said solemnly, leaning towards him, "you have to pass it on." "Huh?" "If you meet someone who could be a worthy prankster, or who needs to learn how to pull *nice* pranks instead of mean ones, you have to try and help them. It won't always work, but you have to *try.* The ACME people think that if people learn to be funny instead of mean, it'll make the world a better place." I paused. "Besides, they just *love* seeing what kind of new wacky ways people can come up with to use their products." He turned his attention back to the catalog, studying pages in more detail now. "So, so, how do I...?" I leaned over, pointing. "Just call this phone number, here. It works from anywhere. Or send a postcard to this address. Their delivery people are *fast* -- so fast, sometimes your order arrives *before* you order it." I stood up and dropped enough coin on the counter to cover our meal. "Anyway, though, I have to be going -- gotta get home. The wife's waiting for me, you know." I fought down a twinge at that thought. "Hey, hey," the kid tugged on my sleeve, suddenly looking very serious. "You don't... live near here, do you?" I hated to disappoint him, but lying would be no kindness at all. "No, I'm afraid I live a long way from here. A *long* way," I sighed. He looked crestfallen, but determined not to show it. "So, so, will I see you again sometime?" I put on a show of thinking about it. "Wellll... maaaaybeeee... y'see, sometimes ACME gets together some of their very *best* customers to work together on a really big super prank, when there's something really big and important that needs changing. So if you get to be good enough, you just might see me there." He wrinkled his nose at me with cheerful irreverance. "Hey, hey, I *know* I'll be there, how do I know *you'll* be there?" He grinned like a certain Tasmanian Devil of my acquaintance, and I gave him my best slow, cocky smirk. "Well, now, *that* sounds like a *challenge.*" I stuck out my hand. "Tell you what, we'll see who makes it there first. Loser buys all the ramen the winner can eat." He stared at my hand for a second, like he wasn't used to being offered one, then grabbed on and pumped my arm like a grandmother pumping the nickle slots in Vegas. "Yeah, yeah! That's a deal! And you better bring lots of money, 'cause I'm gonna be *hungry!* And Naruto Uzumaki doesn't lose!" He grinned so big his eyes squeezed up into little arches. "Heh. Well, we'll see, won't we?" I pried my hand loose and grabbed my saddlebag, slinging it onto my motorcycle and retrieving my helmet from the handlebars. I kicked the engine to life and rode off through the early-afternoon crowd after waving goodbye to Naruto. In my rearview mirror, he kept on waving at my back until I turned a corner and passed out of sight. I headed for the gates. Once well outside of town, I could kick in the antigrav and fly the rest of the way. By midnight, I'd be at the portal site and ready to take my next Step... the one that would get me *home,* finally, if I was lucky. But I'd have to figure out a way to check back and see what happened to Naruto after I left -- something told me that he and the ACME Catalog would get along like chocolate and peanut butter. Or bacon and eggs. Or pancakes and maple syrup. Or maybe I'd eaten too well, too recently, to be falling into food metaphors already, hm? On my way out the gates, I nearly got run over by a panel van coming the other way that somehow managed to slalom its way past the security ninja and the pedestrian foot traffic without disturbing anyone, or even draw any strange looks (unlike my ride) as it snaked and turned and *flexed* in ways that no mundane vehicle should be capable of. I eyed its course, added up minutes in my head, and grinned. Whatever happened next, the "village" of Konohagakure was almost certain to be a not-boring place to live soon. I almost wanted to stick around to see what happened. Almost. But I had miles to go before I slept, and as fun as this long, strange trip had been sometimes... I was ready to reach the end.
Skye: That in *NO POSSIBLE WAY* 'should not be'. It most emphatically *should* be.
Bravo. That should go on the Fic^2 page on my website.
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