Night Disturbance
Apr. 4th, 2011 11:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
esp_dragonFandom: Noblesse
Summary: Something wakes Takio up in the middle of the night. When he leaves his room to check it out, what he finds isn't what he expected.
Rating: T
Notes: Rated for swearing.
Set between 154 and 158.
Argh. *whine whine complain complain stuff* Now that I'm done with the editing, it's no longer omgsoterrible, but I'm still not perfectly happy with this
Like pulling teeth this one. D:
There was actually going to be more angst but that just seemed too pointed when I got to those areas. Can you believe that I originally thought this was going to be a light, fluffy piece (as in, that was all there was to it) when I first had the idea?
Genre: Friendship
Word count: 2,012
Status: Complete
Takio's room was silent; he could only hear the light tapping of the rain on his window. The room was still dark, and there didn't seem to be anything else in there with him.
So what had woken him up?
He waited, his eyes still closed, just in case – there. Someone was outside his door.
He slipped off his bed, sliding his pistol out from under his pillow at the same time, and padded towards his door, the faint light from the bottom guiding his way. Takio was surprised the intruder hadn't tried to enter yet, but maybe they were distracted by something. Or too cocky. They had to be – they'd broken into Frankenstein's house (which had to be a feat in itself, but Takio would dwell on that later after the threat had been taken care of).
The person moved away (and there was something strange about the footsteps, the placement) and Takio slowly turned the handle. He heard and felt it catch, the 'click' sounding far too loud. Swearing, Takio threw the door open and aimed his pistol towards the–
What?
Takio hastily pointed the muzzle elsewhere and removed his finger from the trigger. A second later, the door across from his flew open, Tao ready with his whip. Who let it fall as soon as he saw who he had been about to attack.
It took a couple of tries before Takio could get his throat to work properly. "M-21…?" It was and it wasn't. The man was crouched on all fours, his face in profile to Takio, not seeming like the position of his limbs bothered him, if his easy breathing and lack of adjusting to something more comfortable was anything to go by. M-21's straight hair was now wild, sticking out in gravity-defying spikes. Takio could see the silver-furred arms, the claw-tipped fingers that Tao had told him about when M-21 had fought Shark – but the transformation didn't stop there. The fur continued upward, past his shirt collar, covering M-21's neck and ended as two points on M-21's cheeks.
As soon as he heard his name, M-21 tipped his head towards Takio. Two fangs jutted down from underneath M-21's lips and his eyes were lighter, almost matching his hair. Slitted.
There was no recognition in his eyes.
Takio couldn't look away. He wasn't sure what would happen if he did (would M-21 transform more? Run away? Attack them?) and he didn't want to find out, in case the situation ended up worse.
What had happened? M-21's transformation didn't come from drugs but from a force of will – had he been practicing and then…?
M-21 was no longer gazing at him with a faint curious expression; his eyes had begun to narrow, and his lips had lifted to bare his teeth. A low growl rumbled from M-21's throat. Shit. Was he-
"Takio."
He jerked at his name, breaking eye contact. He saw Frankenstein on the other side of the hall, behind M-21, walking towards them.
"It's rude to stare," Frankenstein continued lightly, smiling. "Some people might think you want to fight them if you do that for too long."
Uh… Wha-? And then he got it. Takio flicked his eyes back to M-21, not moving his head. M-21 was no longer glaring, and most of his teeth were covered again. He seemed more interested in studying his surroundings than anything else. Okay, try to keep the staring down.
Wait, if Frankenstein was here and didn't seem surprised at the situation – and he'd examined M-21, so maybe… he knew this was going to happen?
The question hung in the air, but Takio wasn't going to ask. That would be prying into what had been done to M-21 – the other man talked more about his comrades than he did of himself and Takio very much doubted M-21 wanted anyone to see him like this.
Takio cleared his throat and very carefully did not look at M-21 when he focused on him again. "Sir? Is he…" going to return to his usual self? going to be the same after this? like this regularly?
"He'll be back to normal in a few hours, don't worry," Frankenstein reassured him, smile softening into something more natural.
Takio breathed a sigh of relief. Good.
Frankenstein hummed and raised a hand to his chin. "Could you two look after him in the meantime? If he were to get outside –seeing as he already left his room- and the general public were to see and record him…"
Fuck. That was definitely something they didn't want to happen.
He didn't need to think about his answer. "I'm not sleepy anyway."
"I was only surfing the internet," Tao said with a shrug at the same time.
Frankenstein smiled at them. "Thank you. I'll see you in the morning then." He turned away and walked back from where he came from, his footsteps silent.
After he'd gone, Takio shared a look with Tao. They're agreed to look after M-21, but what exactly were they supposed to do?
Tao made a thoughtful noise and scratched the back of his head. He then took a step towards M-21, who lifted his head at him.
"Wanna come with us?" Tao asked smoothly, his hands unhidden and spread wide.
M-21 blinked and then cocked his head to the side. Something in Takio clenched seeing that, the unfamiliar movements, the sheer difference between this M-21 and the M-21 he knew.
With a shake of the head, M-21 pushed himself up so that he stood on only his feet and then came towards them. …He still understood them?
"Your room or mine?" Tao murmured.
It didn't matter; they were the same size and the only difference between them was that Tao's room had more electrical equipment while his housed more guns. Takio jerked his head at his own door before going in; there was less chance of accidents in his room, what with his guns being safely packed away.
He had stowed the pistol in his bedside table by the time Tao came in, M-21 a couple of steps behind him. After taking a few wary sniffs, M-21 headed straight for Takio's bed, climbed on and curled up against the covers.
Uh…
When M-21 raised his head to peer at him, Takio quickly averted his gaze. He saw M-21 twist around to look at Tao from the corner of his eyes. No-one moved. After a few seconds, M-21 settled his head back on the bed and whined, the sound despondent.
Startled, Takio stared at him. What did that mean? They weren't supposed to make eye contact but M-21 was obviously trying to say something.
Takio stood there deliberating for a minute, before he brushed his hair away from his back with a sweep of his hand and eased himself down next to M-21. Almost before Takio had sat down fully, M-21 had wormed his way closer, pressing the top of his head against his thigh, a pleased sounding grumble coming from his throat.
Takio blinked down at him, not sure where to put his hands. Normally they'd be by his side, but if he did that now he'd end up touching M-21. He opted for leaning back and putting some of his weight on his hands. M-21 didn't seem to mind.
There was a rustle as Tao set himself by M-21's feet. M-21's response to that was to stretch slightly, his feet going over Tao's legs, before returning to his previous position, the slight tension in his body Takio hadn't realised was there gone.
Huh. Was that what M-21 had been trying to say?
It was silent after that, the rain beating against the window the only sound in the room again. It was…comfortable, at least.
Eventually, M-21's breathing evened out and deepened.
* * *
A number of hours later, Takio watched as light started to filter through his blinds, the rain having faded to a drizzle at some point. He and Tao hadn't talked much, just in case they woke M-21. His sleep seemed to have been peaceful; he hadn't moved a lot anyway.
M-21 heaved a stuttering breath, his whole body shuddering. As Takio watched, the fur covering M-21's body receded, leaving unmarked human skin behind, while M-21's hair smoothened out and splayed itself across Takio's leg. M-21's hands twitched as the claws flattened and returned to their normal colour, before it looked like they were sucked into his fingertips.
Now they just had to check when he woke up-
"Fuck," he said quietly.
Tao peered at him. "Hm?"
Takio gestured at M-21. "What's going to happen when he wakes up?" M-21 wasn't in his own room, and he wasn't going to wake up alone either. Takio frowned, thinking. Frankenstein hadn't been clear on whether M-21 would remember anything or not.
And M-21 had already woken up, his breathing going shallow for a few seconds before leveling out again, his body tense.
Shit. "M-21," he said, not entirely sure what to say, "it's us."
"Yeah."
The pretence of slumber was dropped with a deep exhale. Very deliberately, M-21 sat up slowly, looking at neither of them, his hair hiding most of his face.
"You okay?" Tao asked, moving away to give M-21 a bit more space.
"…Yeah," was the subdued reply. M-21 swallowed and took a few breaths, his jaw clenched. "What happened?"
Well, that answered one question. "You woke us up," Takio said carefully, "and...you weren't yourself."
"I wasn't myself," M-21 repeated, voice flat. His hands curled into fists. "How wasn't I myself?"
"You were transformed-" M-21's whole body went rigid "-and you didn't seem to recognise us," Tao explained.
Except, he must have on some level, if he had found comfort in their presence.
M-21's head bowed, his breathing going unsteady. "Did I attack you?" he asked quietly.
Takio shook his head. "No," he said a second later, belatedly realising M-21 probably couldn't see him.
There was a sigh of relief. "Good."
It was quiet after that; Takio could see that M-21 was waiting for something, and he could guess what that was. No-one said anything, the silence easy, and bit by bit, M-21 relaxed.
"Thanks," M-21 said as he got off the bed, still not turning around.
Tao shrugged as he adjusted the collar of his top. "What for?" he asked mildly.
At that response, a small smile curved on M-21's lips. "I'd...better get ready for work."
Takio snorted. "Same with us." It was earlier than when he usually woke up, but not by much. There wouldn't be much point in trying to fall back to sleep.
M-21 left without another word, his stride distracted. Tao stood up next, stretching with his hands high above his head. "I'll see you at breakfast," he said with a wave of his hand.
Takio grunted in reply and waited until Tao closed the door before moving. It could have gone a lot worse, he mused as he reached for his brush on the bedside table, but they would be a little more prepared for it the next time it happened, if it happened again.
A yawn caught him by surprise, and that seemed to be a signal for his body to tell him just how tired it was. Now that he didn't have to worry about M-21, everything he'd been ignoring over the last couple of hours made themselves known. Like how he couldn't feel his ass anymore, his muscles were stiff from the lack of movement, and how he really needed to pee. And when he stood up, he could feel the mix of a headache and lightheadedness joining together in a united front against his skull. Sighing, he started to make his way to the bathroom, still intent on going to work.
He'd completed missions on less sleep and if he gave in to it, M-21 would blame himself, even though Takio knew he'd do the exact same thing if the situation had been reversed.
Putting all thoughts of what had happened to the side, Takio began the task of getting ready for another day at work.
Summary: Something wakes Takio up in the middle of the night. When he leaves his room to check it out, what he finds isn't what he expected.
Rating: T
Notes: Rated for swearing.
Set between 154 and 158.
Argh. *whine whine complain complain stuff* Now that I'm done with the editing, it's no longer omgsoterrible, but I'm still not perfectly happy with this
Like pulling teeth this one. D:
There was actually going to be more angst but that just seemed too pointed when I got to those areas. Can you believe that I originally thought this was going to be a light, fluffy piece (as in, that was all there was to it) when I first had the idea?
Genre: Friendship
Word count: 2,012
Status: Complete
Takio's room was silent; he could only hear the light tapping of the rain on his window. The room was still dark, and there didn't seem to be anything else in there with him.
So what had woken him up?
He waited, his eyes still closed, just in case – there. Someone was outside his door.
He slipped off his bed, sliding his pistol out from under his pillow at the same time, and padded towards his door, the faint light from the bottom guiding his way. Takio was surprised the intruder hadn't tried to enter yet, but maybe they were distracted by something. Or too cocky. They had to be – they'd broken into Frankenstein's house (which had to be a feat in itself, but Takio would dwell on that later after the threat had been taken care of).
The person moved away (and there was something strange about the footsteps, the placement) and Takio slowly turned the handle. He heard and felt it catch, the 'click' sounding far too loud. Swearing, Takio threw the door open and aimed his pistol towards the–
What?
Takio hastily pointed the muzzle elsewhere and removed his finger from the trigger. A second later, the door across from his flew open, Tao ready with his whip. Who let it fall as soon as he saw who he had been about to attack.
It took a couple of tries before Takio could get his throat to work properly. "M-21…?" It was and it wasn't. The man was crouched on all fours, his face in profile to Takio, not seeming like the position of his limbs bothered him, if his easy breathing and lack of adjusting to something more comfortable was anything to go by. M-21's straight hair was now wild, sticking out in gravity-defying spikes. Takio could see the silver-furred arms, the claw-tipped fingers that Tao had told him about when M-21 had fought Shark – but the transformation didn't stop there. The fur continued upward, past his shirt collar, covering M-21's neck and ended as two points on M-21's cheeks.
As soon as he heard his name, M-21 tipped his head towards Takio. Two fangs jutted down from underneath M-21's lips and his eyes were lighter, almost matching his hair. Slitted.
There was no recognition in his eyes.
Takio couldn't look away. He wasn't sure what would happen if he did (would M-21 transform more? Run away? Attack them?) and he didn't want to find out, in case the situation ended up worse.
What had happened? M-21's transformation didn't come from drugs but from a force of will – had he been practicing and then…?
M-21 was no longer gazing at him with a faint curious expression; his eyes had begun to narrow, and his lips had lifted to bare his teeth. A low growl rumbled from M-21's throat. Shit. Was he-
"Takio."
He jerked at his name, breaking eye contact. He saw Frankenstein on the other side of the hall, behind M-21, walking towards them.
"It's rude to stare," Frankenstein continued lightly, smiling. "Some people might think you want to fight them if you do that for too long."
Uh… Wha-? And then he got it. Takio flicked his eyes back to M-21, not moving his head. M-21 was no longer glaring, and most of his teeth were covered again. He seemed more interested in studying his surroundings than anything else. Okay, try to keep the staring down.
Wait, if Frankenstein was here and didn't seem surprised at the situation – and he'd examined M-21, so maybe… he knew this was going to happen?
The question hung in the air, but Takio wasn't going to ask. That would be prying into what had been done to M-21 – the other man talked more about his comrades than he did of himself and Takio very much doubted M-21 wanted anyone to see him like this.
Takio cleared his throat and very carefully did not look at M-21 when he focused on him again. "Sir? Is he…" going to return to his usual self? going to be the same after this? like this regularly?
"He'll be back to normal in a few hours, don't worry," Frankenstein reassured him, smile softening into something more natural.
Takio breathed a sigh of relief. Good.
Frankenstein hummed and raised a hand to his chin. "Could you two look after him in the meantime? If he were to get outside –seeing as he already left his room- and the general public were to see and record him…"
Fuck. That was definitely something they didn't want to happen.
He didn't need to think about his answer. "I'm not sleepy anyway."
"I was only surfing the internet," Tao said with a shrug at the same time.
Frankenstein smiled at them. "Thank you. I'll see you in the morning then." He turned away and walked back from where he came from, his footsteps silent.
After he'd gone, Takio shared a look with Tao. They're agreed to look after M-21, but what exactly were they supposed to do?
Tao made a thoughtful noise and scratched the back of his head. He then took a step towards M-21, who lifted his head at him.
"Wanna come with us?" Tao asked smoothly, his hands unhidden and spread wide.
M-21 blinked and then cocked his head to the side. Something in Takio clenched seeing that, the unfamiliar movements, the sheer difference between this M-21 and the M-21 he knew.
With a shake of the head, M-21 pushed himself up so that he stood on only his feet and then came towards them. …He still understood them?
"Your room or mine?" Tao murmured.
It didn't matter; they were the same size and the only difference between them was that Tao's room had more electrical equipment while his housed more guns. Takio jerked his head at his own door before going in; there was less chance of accidents in his room, what with his guns being safely packed away.
He had stowed the pistol in his bedside table by the time Tao came in, M-21 a couple of steps behind him. After taking a few wary sniffs, M-21 headed straight for Takio's bed, climbed on and curled up against the covers.
Uh…
When M-21 raised his head to peer at him, Takio quickly averted his gaze. He saw M-21 twist around to look at Tao from the corner of his eyes. No-one moved. After a few seconds, M-21 settled his head back on the bed and whined, the sound despondent.
Startled, Takio stared at him. What did that mean? They weren't supposed to make eye contact but M-21 was obviously trying to say something.
Takio stood there deliberating for a minute, before he brushed his hair away from his back with a sweep of his hand and eased himself down next to M-21. Almost before Takio had sat down fully, M-21 had wormed his way closer, pressing the top of his head against his thigh, a pleased sounding grumble coming from his throat.
Takio blinked down at him, not sure where to put his hands. Normally they'd be by his side, but if he did that now he'd end up touching M-21. He opted for leaning back and putting some of his weight on his hands. M-21 didn't seem to mind.
There was a rustle as Tao set himself by M-21's feet. M-21's response to that was to stretch slightly, his feet going over Tao's legs, before returning to his previous position, the slight tension in his body Takio hadn't realised was there gone.
Huh. Was that what M-21 had been trying to say?
It was silent after that, the rain beating against the window the only sound in the room again. It was…comfortable, at least.
Eventually, M-21's breathing evened out and deepened.
A number of hours later, Takio watched as light started to filter through his blinds, the rain having faded to a drizzle at some point. He and Tao hadn't talked much, just in case they woke M-21. His sleep seemed to have been peaceful; he hadn't moved a lot anyway.
M-21 heaved a stuttering breath, his whole body shuddering. As Takio watched, the fur covering M-21's body receded, leaving unmarked human skin behind, while M-21's hair smoothened out and splayed itself across Takio's leg. M-21's hands twitched as the claws flattened and returned to their normal colour, before it looked like they were sucked into his fingertips.
Now they just had to check when he woke up-
"Fuck," he said quietly.
Tao peered at him. "Hm?"
Takio gestured at M-21. "What's going to happen when he wakes up?" M-21 wasn't in his own room, and he wasn't going to wake up alone either. Takio frowned, thinking. Frankenstein hadn't been clear on whether M-21 would remember anything or not.
And M-21 had already woken up, his breathing going shallow for a few seconds before leveling out again, his body tense.
Shit. "M-21," he said, not entirely sure what to say, "it's us."
"Yeah."
The pretence of slumber was dropped with a deep exhale. Very deliberately, M-21 sat up slowly, looking at neither of them, his hair hiding most of his face.
"You okay?" Tao asked, moving away to give M-21 a bit more space.
"…Yeah," was the subdued reply. M-21 swallowed and took a few breaths, his jaw clenched. "What happened?"
Well, that answered one question. "You woke us up," Takio said carefully, "and...you weren't yourself."
"I wasn't myself," M-21 repeated, voice flat. His hands curled into fists. "How wasn't I myself?"
"You were transformed-" M-21's whole body went rigid "-and you didn't seem to recognise us," Tao explained.
Except, he must have on some level, if he had found comfort in their presence.
M-21's head bowed, his breathing going unsteady. "Did I attack you?" he asked quietly.
Takio shook his head. "No," he said a second later, belatedly realising M-21 probably couldn't see him.
There was a sigh of relief. "Good."
It was quiet after that; Takio could see that M-21 was waiting for something, and he could guess what that was. No-one said anything, the silence easy, and bit by bit, M-21 relaxed.
"Thanks," M-21 said as he got off the bed, still not turning around.
Tao shrugged as he adjusted the collar of his top. "What for?" he asked mildly.
At that response, a small smile curved on M-21's lips. "I'd...better get ready for work."
Takio snorted. "Same with us." It was earlier than when he usually woke up, but not by much. There wouldn't be much point in trying to fall back to sleep.
M-21 left without another word, his stride distracted. Tao stood up next, stretching with his hands high above his head. "I'll see you at breakfast," he said with a wave of his hand.
Takio grunted in reply and waited until Tao closed the door before moving. It could have gone a lot worse, he mused as he reached for his brush on the bedside table, but they would be a little more prepared for it the next time it happened, if it happened again.
A yawn caught him by surprise, and that seemed to be a signal for his body to tell him just how tired it was. Now that he didn't have to worry about M-21, everything he'd been ignoring over the last couple of hours made themselves known. Like how he couldn't feel his ass anymore, his muscles were stiff from the lack of movement, and how he really needed to pee. And when he stood up, he could feel the mix of a headache and lightheadedness joining together in a united front against his skull. Sighing, he started to make his way to the bathroom, still intent on going to work.
He'd completed missions on less sleep and if he gave in to it, M-21 would blame himself, even though Takio knew he'd do the exact same thing if the situation had been reversed.
Putting all thoughts of what had happened to the side, Takio began the task of getting ready for another day at work.
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Date: Apr. 5th, 2011 05:41 am (UTC)Ahhh, I didn't know this was what this fic would be about. Had me wondering with the title. (I was thinking... nightmares?) M-21~ <3333 Transformed!M-21. :O
Takio couldn't look away. He wasn't sure what would happen if he did
So after reading this once over and reading it again... Takio, you should have looked away!! XDD I guess usually people's instinct is not to look away (and hey, I got to see what Takio saw because of this).
Was M-21 practicing? Hm.
Frankenstein seems very calm. I guess he has things in hand?
"Sir? Is he…" going to return to his usual self? going to be the same after this? like this regularly?
Takio. ;__;
"I was only surfing the internet," Tao said with a shrug at the same time.
... he should've been sleeping, shouldn't he? XD; Before this line though, I kind of didn't notice Tao's presence. >__> Had to reread before I realized he had emerged from his room. With his whip too. XDD I guess Takio wasn't paying him any attention.
M-21 blinked and then cocked his head to the side. Something in Takio clenched seeing that, the unfamiliar movements, the sheer difference between this M-21 and the M-21 he knew.
D: (Very different indeed)
It didn't matter; they were the same size and the only difference between them was that Tao's room had more electrical equipment while his housed more guns.
Pftt, their rooms are so them. Very simple but everyone can probably tell whose rooms they are.
I can kind of picture the next scene... fur receding. :O
Aww, the short conversation. M-21 sounds like he was very affected by this. I was probably in as much suspense as Tao and Takio while I waited to see how M-21 would react? I just loved how he asked after Tao and Takio's safety. And after finding out he didn't attack them, that seemed to be enough for him. <33
Pft, and then it's to work. Just like usual. These three are just, ahhh. It's great seeing them together like this, quietly supporting each other through the night...
This didn't read like you had to write it as if you were pulling teeth. :3 But I guess Takio's POV did make me feel like he's a bit detached from the situation even though he's very concerned. Still...I think this is all because Takio was more focused on what was happening to M-21.
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Date: Apr. 5th, 2011 06:34 am (UTC)Yey for old habits dying hard. *wry*
"Ahhh, I didn't know this was what this fic would be about. Had me wondering with the title."
The original title was going to mention something about the moon. I thought it'd spoil a little. X3;
"Transformed!M-21. :O"
Yep! This may or may not be tied to Trail. It at least spawned this fic anyway. XD;
"So after reading this once over and reading it again... Takio, you should have looked away!!"
*snickers* Yeeeep.
"I guess usually people's instinct is not to look away"
Yeah. At least to make sure they're not going to get pounced on, which then doesn't translate so well...
"Was M-21 practicing? Hm."
Nope - it was a full moon that night. :3
"I guess he has things in hand?"
He had a feeling that this could happen, but it also depends if Noblesse werewolves are actually affected by the full moon.
"Before this line though, I kind of didn't notice Tao's presence. >__>"
Yeeeah, I had a feeling Tao might not be so visible at that point. D: Gah. But, well, quipping at that time wouldn't be too good...
"Very simple but everyone can probably tell whose rooms they are."
:3 ♥
"I was probably in as much suspense as Tao and Takio while I waited to see how M-21 would react?"
\o/ :D Yey!
"Pft, and then it's to work. Just like usual. These three are just, ahhh. It's great seeing them together like this, quietly supporting each other through the night..."
*grins*
"This didn't read like you had to write it as if you were pulling teeth."
XD I was at some point just staring at the page going, 'okay, you've said this. Now what are you going to say next? [twenty minutes later] ... *is still staring at the page* Maybe... I should try going back a little bit...'
*is happy it doesn't sound too awkward*
^ ^ I know I had a bad habit before where I'd whine about everything in a fic/chapter and I was being too harsh on myself, so you can ignore me.
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Date: Apr. 7th, 2011 05:56 am (UTC)Uhhh, it was a long comment, and I said something about how I was thinking about rifles instead of pistols
they would not be able to fit under his pillow at all lol. XD;If your OC from that fic found M-21, I think there'd be much heartbreak in front of us...
I thought maybe Frankenstein was somehow involved, which was why he knew things, but I guess not! I also thought maybe something had gone wrong... the moon was my 2nd (3rd?) guess. ;3
Usually when I can't write something... I just leave it
and maybe never get back to it, so yay, you finished! And... maybe, this is more angsty, so that might have contributed to its difficulty? =x Noblesse has very few such moments. (that aren't countered by something more lighthearted)no subject
Date: Apr. 11th, 2011 12:32 pm (UTC)"and I said something about how I was thinking about rifles instead of pistols
they would not be able to fit under his pillow at all lol."Ahaha! No, Takio's rifle probably wouldn't fit in his bed that well, let alone his pillow. XDD
D: Yup. On the other hand, there's at least a person around who knows what M-21's going through and answer questions (if he's willing to answer questions. D:) ... And you're making me want to write about this even more. I've got a while until this arc is concluded anyway. XDD;;
XD
I think I was mostly having problems with that I wasn't sure what people were going to say and that there was a lot of different things that people could say that would then affect what other people said and on and on... ^ ^;; But I think you're right that the seriousness probably affected it as well, because I couldn't really offset it with a quirky thought or anything.
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Date: Apr. 12th, 2011 07:17 am (UTC)Well, if you manage to expand on that plunny between updates... it's possible to write!!
You said there was going to be more angst, but I guess you avoided that? The end turned out pretty sweet. ;3
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Date: Apr. 12th, 2011 01:32 pm (UTC)I am now trying to see if I can think of the werewolf differences (except they're going to be mostly the same as what we think of as werewolves) and see if a plot decides to rear its head. XD;; (Noooo, Searching~)
Yeah, I did. :3 There was going to be a bit with Takio and Tao (or just Takio thinking) basically going, 'Shit. I'd been so affected by finding out I'd been lied to this entire time by Aris, but at least I still have my conscious mind all the time! D:' It seemed to have a tone of 'M-21 has it sooo much worse than us!' in a very unsubtle way to me.
Hee! :3
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Date: Apr. 13th, 2011 07:06 am (UTC)Oh hi there, plot. XD; I'm excited to see where this might lead, though I'm joining you in going, nooo, Searching!! Don't neglect it. :')
Ahhh. Hm, it could've read like that (with a tone that M-21 has it so much worse). Though bringing in Aris would have been appropriate, and maybe it'd have made Takio a bit easier to relate to. XD; He doesn't seem to think about Aris much now that that part's over, or we're just not shown much of Takio's thoughts in the series.
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Date: Apr. 15th, 2011 07:11 pm (UTC)So when I'm all resolute about continuing Searching, that's why I get attacked by plotbunnies on all sides! Figures. *snerk*
XD Yeah. I think we mostly only see his thoughts when he's commenting about something Tao or Frankenstein said or did.
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Date: Apr. 18th, 2011 11:18 pm (UTC)