Post by Sadie on Nov 10, 2009 21:01:04 GMT -5
THESE GKND ONE-SHOTS ARE SO MUCH FUN. For Roz and Yuki and Jas, since I borrow their characters and since Roz wrote Etoile in another one!
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Her vibrant eyes watched sweat trickle down his forehead as the strain pushed on him, twisted his muscles, and crushed him. Eyes squeezed shut, gasps of heavy breath, and red-tinted toes gripping the floor, it was obvious that the pressure was beginning to wear him out. Nalo wished inwardly that he would stop, but she knew that he wouldn’t.
Etoile had once tried to explain it to her. His telekinesis worked differently, depending on what the object was made of. A wooden chair would be easier to lift than an iron chair, to the aliens of Etoile’s race. So he had been curious as to how easy it would be to lift her lithe body, given her metallic nature. His eyes had been so wide, so earnest . . . she could only agree to let him try.
On windy afternoons, she had watched him lift Nebulos high into the air so that they could reach the sweet fruits at the top of the trees. Space fruit had the best taste – sweet, with a little bit of spice. Both of the boys had laughed delightedly at the experience, and so Nalo could see no harm in letting Etoile try to lift her.
But now she was rethinking it, watching him struggle to raise her thin body into the air. The red glow of his fingertips had traveled to encompass her body, sending red light reflecting across the smooth surface of her limbs. It was warm, and she could feel it pressing upward, but she wasn’t moving. And Etoile was getting more downtrodden by the minute, disgusted at himself with his failure.
A sudden jolt caused her to jerk slightly; she had raised an inch. A smile crossed over her face at Etoile’s triumph, and then faltered.
His eyes were furious, but not at her. The feeble distance between her and the bed did not impress him, nor make him feel any better. The shadow cast over his lenses seemed to reflect his disappointment – in his fingers, in his abilities, in himself.
Her limb reached out to hesitantly ruffle his hair, but he pulled away, shaking his head. With a mumble of a farewell, he left her room, with shoulders slumped downward and head hanging. Nalo returned to her bed and let out a slow breath of air, lying back into the pillow and staring at the ceiling as though she could drill a million holes into it with her gaze.
But she couldn’t do anything to change it. She would always have metallic properties, no matter what she did.
Etoile’s dejected face echoing through the corners of her mind, she rolled over and faced the wall, forcing the image out so that she could invite sleep to take over her being.
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Pyew pyew, pyew! The glowing blasts of the ray gun skimmed against Etoile’s ear, and he was barely able to miss it as he ducked aside, letting out a shout of warning to those around him. The battle was intense, heated, and raged around him with all the fury of hatred. Their enemies were armed with ray guns and deadly combat skills, and Etoile was barely able to defend himself, let alone attack.
He would see his friends out of the corners of his eyes. They were all holding their own, some better than others. Vibe was ferocious, with her needle teeth showing as she snarled at the oncoming enemies that began to cower before her. Nebulos was a flurry of motion, darting between the bodies and using his size to dark between the legs. He was uncatchable, unstoppable, and entirely capable. Dengeki and Unagi posed a challenging pair, both of them in synch as they sent thick bolts of voltage through the enemies of their bodies, working off of each other as though they had planned it out beforehand.
In front of him, Nalo was currently slamming her opponent into the ground, her long silver limb pressing his face into the dirt. Another limb was already throwing another body beside, while an offspring of the limb stole his weapon and readied it for firing.
Etoile lifted the body in front of him and tossed it away from him, feeling the weariness beginning to grip his muscles. He hated feeling exhausted so early on, but the attack was wearing on him, and he wasn’t sure how he was going to handle it if the battle raged any longer.
A huge crack in front of him made his head snap upward, just in time to see Nalo stagger toward the edge after an enemy managed to hit her in the gut. Etoile froze just in time to see the smug attacker take advantage of the situation and throw her off the edge.
Her name ripped from his throat, and he yanked away from the enemy that was trying to wrestle him down. His fingers glinted brightly as he threw the scum that had pushed her off the cliff in the other direction, sending him flying away while Etoile fell on his knees, peering over the edge. Without thinking, he pointed his fingers downward, and the tendrils of his power shot out to wrap around her form.
Letting out a huge grunt of effort, he yanked upward, clenching his hand into a fist from the weight. Gravity threatened to pull him over the edge, but he resisted it. He wouldn’t lose her. He couldn’t.
Glancing a chance downward, he could see her, suspended in midair. She had stopped falling, but she wasn’t coming back up, either. Behind him, Dengeki was slamming down the attackers that were trying to attack Etoile while he was busy, and the battle raged on.
A shriek tore at his lungs as, with a final show of strength, he pulled upward again, and Nalo’s body came soaring back over the edge, landing against him. Both toppled over, and Nalo was back on her feet in a second, levitating above the ground a short distance and pulling Etoile to his feet.
Her eyes conveyed a flash of gratitude, but, more importantly, a look of pride. He’d done it. Against fierce odds, he’d done it.
But, they’d celebrate later.
For now, there was a battle to win.
--
Her vibrant eyes watched sweat trickle down his forehead as the strain pushed on him, twisted his muscles, and crushed him. Eyes squeezed shut, gasps of heavy breath, and red-tinted toes gripping the floor, it was obvious that the pressure was beginning to wear him out. Nalo wished inwardly that he would stop, but she knew that he wouldn’t.
Etoile had once tried to explain it to her. His telekinesis worked differently, depending on what the object was made of. A wooden chair would be easier to lift than an iron chair, to the aliens of Etoile’s race. So he had been curious as to how easy it would be to lift her lithe body, given her metallic nature. His eyes had been so wide, so earnest . . . she could only agree to let him try.
On windy afternoons, she had watched him lift Nebulos high into the air so that they could reach the sweet fruits at the top of the trees. Space fruit had the best taste – sweet, with a little bit of spice. Both of the boys had laughed delightedly at the experience, and so Nalo could see no harm in letting Etoile try to lift her.
But now she was rethinking it, watching him struggle to raise her thin body into the air. The red glow of his fingertips had traveled to encompass her body, sending red light reflecting across the smooth surface of her limbs. It was warm, and she could feel it pressing upward, but she wasn’t moving. And Etoile was getting more downtrodden by the minute, disgusted at himself with his failure.
A sudden jolt caused her to jerk slightly; she had raised an inch. A smile crossed over her face at Etoile’s triumph, and then faltered.
His eyes were furious, but not at her. The feeble distance between her and the bed did not impress him, nor make him feel any better. The shadow cast over his lenses seemed to reflect his disappointment – in his fingers, in his abilities, in himself.
Her limb reached out to hesitantly ruffle his hair, but he pulled away, shaking his head. With a mumble of a farewell, he left her room, with shoulders slumped downward and head hanging. Nalo returned to her bed and let out a slow breath of air, lying back into the pillow and staring at the ceiling as though she could drill a million holes into it with her gaze.
But she couldn’t do anything to change it. She would always have metallic properties, no matter what she did.
Etoile’s dejected face echoing through the corners of her mind, she rolled over and faced the wall, forcing the image out so that she could invite sleep to take over her being.
--
Pyew pyew, pyew! The glowing blasts of the ray gun skimmed against Etoile’s ear, and he was barely able to miss it as he ducked aside, letting out a shout of warning to those around him. The battle was intense, heated, and raged around him with all the fury of hatred. Their enemies were armed with ray guns and deadly combat skills, and Etoile was barely able to defend himself, let alone attack.
He would see his friends out of the corners of his eyes. They were all holding their own, some better than others. Vibe was ferocious, with her needle teeth showing as she snarled at the oncoming enemies that began to cower before her. Nebulos was a flurry of motion, darting between the bodies and using his size to dark between the legs. He was uncatchable, unstoppable, and entirely capable. Dengeki and Unagi posed a challenging pair, both of them in synch as they sent thick bolts of voltage through the enemies of their bodies, working off of each other as though they had planned it out beforehand.
In front of him, Nalo was currently slamming her opponent into the ground, her long silver limb pressing his face into the dirt. Another limb was already throwing another body beside, while an offspring of the limb stole his weapon and readied it for firing.
Etoile lifted the body in front of him and tossed it away from him, feeling the weariness beginning to grip his muscles. He hated feeling exhausted so early on, but the attack was wearing on him, and he wasn’t sure how he was going to handle it if the battle raged any longer.
A huge crack in front of him made his head snap upward, just in time to see Nalo stagger toward the edge after an enemy managed to hit her in the gut. Etoile froze just in time to see the smug attacker take advantage of the situation and throw her off the edge.
Her name ripped from his throat, and he yanked away from the enemy that was trying to wrestle him down. His fingers glinted brightly as he threw the scum that had pushed her off the cliff in the other direction, sending him flying away while Etoile fell on his knees, peering over the edge. Without thinking, he pointed his fingers downward, and the tendrils of his power shot out to wrap around her form.
Letting out a huge grunt of effort, he yanked upward, clenching his hand into a fist from the weight. Gravity threatened to pull him over the edge, but he resisted it. He wouldn’t lose her. He couldn’t.
Glancing a chance downward, he could see her, suspended in midair. She had stopped falling, but she wasn’t coming back up, either. Behind him, Dengeki was slamming down the attackers that were trying to attack Etoile while he was busy, and the battle raged on.
A shriek tore at his lungs as, with a final show of strength, he pulled upward again, and Nalo’s body came soaring back over the edge, landing against him. Both toppled over, and Nalo was back on her feet in a second, levitating above the ground a short distance and pulling Etoile to his feet.
Her eyes conveyed a flash of gratitude, but, more importantly, a look of pride. He’d done it. Against fierce odds, he’d done it.
But, they’d celebrate later.
For now, there was a battle to win.
I'm excited!