Melding Dreams
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liralenMy dreams are melding my inputs now. It's nicer than the fragmenting I've been having for a while as I learned the combat system of DMC and absorbed a bunch of Bleach and Cardcaptor Sakura.
This morning there were cliffs of granite on either side, with small ledges that I could leap up off of in sequence, flash fast. I had a sword, feeling is a light katana, not one of Dante's meat cleavers, and I was in shinigami uniform and something was after me. Fast, smart, and good and scary powerful. I also had firearms and some protective and healing magics, but they were for after. *grin* The sword was neater and better for when I could feel my enemy.
And I was leaping hard, randomizing my side moves and up moves, just making it harder for it to hit me. Still knew I was going to get hit. And that I had to swing when I felt/heard the wind of it's passage and presence. I couldn't rely on my eyes, it would be too slow. And I felt good doing it. Knowing this was what had to be done, and that it would kill me if I didn't take care of it the way it should be taken care of, so the choices didn't bother me at all.
I also dreamed something that turned into a short Bleach fanfic. It's got spoilers from the Soul Society arc of sorts, so I've cut it, too. It came from a very intense conversation I had with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
incandescens about good and bad captains and some of the differences.
An Answer of Sorts
Soi Fong is a shadow again. She follows with quiet steps the strides of Yoruichi-sama through the Fourth Division's hospital wards. Soi Fong doesn't want to be here. The quiet whiteness of the sheets, the rooms, the people, the scents and sounds of illness and weakness and pain.
Slender, strong Yoruichi-sama stops at a particular door. Gold eyes catch Soi Fong's gaze, and then swing into the room. They walk in. The sound of the respirator rasps against Soi Fong's nerves, softly, steadily. She looks at the pale face of Hinamori-chan. She looks up at Yoruichi-sama, who is simply watching the girl breathe. The butterflies of Suzumebachi's kiss are still patterned on her body, fading, but still delicate swirls against the dark skin. For a while Soi Fong simply waits.
The respirator gets to her, though. Soi Fong finally says, "Why are we here..." the pause is automatic, still, "Yoruichi-sama?"
Yoruichi's head tilts to the side, eyes slitting half closed, "It's part of my answer, Soi Fong-taichou."
Soi Fong blinks at the words and her title. "This is why you left... without...?" She cannot finish the sentence in front of another, even if the other is unconscious. "You didn't want me in a hospital?" she asks, incredulously, "How is this like us? How would... doing as I asked have done this?"
Yoruichi swings about, suddenly almost chest to chest with Soi Fong. Soi Fong breathes Yoruichi's breath and it makes her catch her breath, but she stands firm, not giving way to the sudden incursion into her space.
Yoruichi smiles, all the way to her eyes. "You are stronger."
Soi Fong's chin goes up on reflex, "I had to be."
"Exactly." Yoruichi nods and slips past Soi Fong to exit the room. Soi Fong's eyes widen and she stands there for a few moments, hearing Yoruichi's steps pad off.
For a moment, she thinks about running after Yoruichi again, and then Yoruichi's voice saying "Soi Fong-taichou," sounds in her memory. Soi Fong-taichou. I am taichou now. I have responsibilities.
Soi Fong squares her shoulders and walks the other way, in the direction of her office.
Yoruichi, in the shadows, nods again and flashes away.
This morning there were cliffs of granite on either side, with small ledges that I could leap up off of in sequence, flash fast. I had a sword, feeling is a light katana, not one of Dante's meat cleavers, and I was in shinigami uniform and something was after me. Fast, smart, and good and scary powerful. I also had firearms and some protective and healing magics, but they were for after. *grin* The sword was neater and better for when I could feel my enemy.
And I was leaping hard, randomizing my side moves and up moves, just making it harder for it to hit me. Still knew I was going to get hit. And that I had to swing when I felt/heard the wind of it's passage and presence. I couldn't rely on my eyes, it would be too slow. And I felt good doing it. Knowing this was what had to be done, and that it would kill me if I didn't take care of it the way it should be taken care of, so the choices didn't bother me at all.
I also dreamed something that turned into a short Bleach fanfic. It's got spoilers from the Soul Society arc of sorts, so I've cut it, too. It came from a very intense conversation I had with
incandescens about good and bad captains and some of the differences. An Answer of Sorts
Soi Fong is a shadow again. She follows with quiet steps the strides of Yoruichi-sama through the Fourth Division's hospital wards. Soi Fong doesn't want to be here. The quiet whiteness of the sheets, the rooms, the people, the scents and sounds of illness and weakness and pain.
Slender, strong Yoruichi-sama stops at a particular door. Gold eyes catch Soi Fong's gaze, and then swing into the room. They walk in. The sound of the respirator rasps against Soi Fong's nerves, softly, steadily. She looks at the pale face of Hinamori-chan. She looks up at Yoruichi-sama, who is simply watching the girl breathe. The butterflies of Suzumebachi's kiss are still patterned on her body, fading, but still delicate swirls against the dark skin. For a while Soi Fong simply waits.
The respirator gets to her, though. Soi Fong finally says, "Why are we here..." the pause is automatic, still, "Yoruichi-sama?"
Yoruichi's head tilts to the side, eyes slitting half closed, "It's part of my answer, Soi Fong-taichou."
Soi Fong blinks at the words and her title. "This is why you left... without...?" She cannot finish the sentence in front of another, even if the other is unconscious. "You didn't want me in a hospital?" she asks, incredulously, "How is this like us? How would... doing as I asked have done this?"
Yoruichi swings about, suddenly almost chest to chest with Soi Fong. Soi Fong breathes Yoruichi's breath and it makes her catch her breath, but she stands firm, not giving way to the sudden incursion into her space.
Yoruichi smiles, all the way to her eyes. "You are stronger."
Soi Fong's chin goes up on reflex, "I had to be."
"Exactly." Yoruichi nods and slips past Soi Fong to exit the room. Soi Fong's eyes widen and she stands there for a few moments, hearing Yoruichi's steps pad off.
For a moment, she thinks about running after Yoruichi again, and then Yoruichi's voice saying "Soi Fong-taichou," sounds in her memory. Soi Fong-taichou. I am taichou now. I have responsibilities.
Soi Fong squares her shoulders and walks the other way, in the direction of her office.
Yoruichi, in the shadows, nods again and flashes away.
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Date: 2008-01-13 01:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-13 03:41 am (UTC)I'm glad. I thought I'd put it somewhere I'd now remember it. :-)
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Date: 2008-01-13 02:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-13 03:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-13 02:23 am (UTC)(nicely done indeed)
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Date: 2008-01-13 03:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-13 02:45 am (UTC)My dreams are melding my inputs now. It's nicer than the fragmenting I've been having for a while as I learned the combat system of DMC and absorbed a bunch of Bleach and Cardcaptor Sakura.
I couldn't help reading that as you dreaming about learning the combat system of DMC embroidery floss. Which has marvelous possibilities, doesn't it?
The sorceress raises her hands. "Way of the Backstitch, 387: Lambent Turquoise!" *ZOT*
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Date: 2008-01-13 03:50 am (UTC)I've always loved how Japanese honorifics can carry so much weight with them. It was cool to be able to use that in this way.
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Date: 2008-04-02 08:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-02 08:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-29 06:40 pm (UTC)You've said quite a lot without making them say anything at all. That's my favourite part about this piece, hands down. Subtle is good!
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Date: 2009-04-29 06:50 pm (UTC)*smiles* Yes... I need to remember that I can do this, and not explain everything into the ground...
Thank you!
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Date: 2009-04-30 03:56 am (UTC)I think you've painted Yoruichi in a very favorable light as well, which I must admit I always have a difficult time doing when pairing her with SoiFon.
Writing something this insightful for your first fanfic is really cool. I can see why you kept writing. :D
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Date: 2009-04-30 04:08 am (UTC)Yeah, their relationship is an interesting one... I rather like it and like both women for entirely different reasons.
I loved the series at this point, and if you actually see my fic list, below all the fanfic is a ton of original stuff I've written in the last couple of decades. A bunch of it's from the November before I started fanfic... as I had the idea that, as practice, I'd write a novel length fanfiction, which became Twin Souls. All the 'short stuff' was entirely unplanned, but has been a lot of fun. *grins*
I hadn't actually finished any of my original stuff, which is why I wanted to *finish* something that I felt might be easier, since I knew what the through line for Twin Souls had to be... the boys achieving shikai together, at the same time. This was putting the toes into the water to start. *grins*
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Date: 2009-04-30 04:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-30 03:30 pm (UTC)But then the tactics class happened, as one of the 'bridge' chapters to that written and now AU chapter... and... *shrugs* they kind of took on a life of their own.
But, yeah... originally Twin Souls was a way of getting my feet wet. It still is in a way, as I now get to do the thing I've never done before, which is fulfill all the promises I've made in the previous parts. *grins* I now have a stack of about 15 cards with what I see as those promises...
Now I just have to get all the OTHER things off my plate and chest... which is why Tenpou's out, and I'm about to finish off the Ukitake/Shuuhei stark and I promised last summer, and then clear the decks for the ending, as I'll need everything I've got for it.