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The Son Of The Curse Of The Crossover Crack
I'm really PROUD of that title! :D
in last episode...
So, here's the continuation post to this meme. How did it go again? ;P
1) Make a list of 19 characters and assign each character a number.
2) Without telling anyone who's on the list or the character's assigned number, get questions from your flist about what they'd like to know about them, i.e. "If 3 and 4 were trapped in a cave together with only a blanket and a toothpick, what would they do?"
3) Post the list of characters and answers to the questions.
Teh List (consisting of fandoms new, old, borrowed and...*cough* Let's just get on with it.)
1. Reginald Jeeves (by P.G Wodehouse)
2. Zakuro (Saiyuki)
3. Goujun (Saiyuki Gaiden)
4. Kanzeon Bosatsu (of Saiyuki the manga)
5. Genjyo Sanzo (Saiyuki)
6. Moomin (from the Moomin stories)
7. Bertram Wooster aka. Bertie (P.G Wodehouse)
8. Sherlock Holmes
9. Jin (Samurai Champloo)
10. Fuu (Samurai Champloo)
11. Risa Koizumi (Lovely Complex)
12. Snufkin (Moomin stories)
13. Cho Hakkai (Saiyuki)
14. Sha Gojyo (Saiyuki)
15. Spock (Star Trek)
16. Robin (One Piece)
17. Son Goku (Saiyuki)
18. Mikuru Asahina (The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya)
19. Mugen (Samurai Champloo)
20. Atsushi Otani (Lovely Complex)
Except, I used each given scenario as prompt, so there's fic more of less along those lines.
Warnings: Well, obviously crossover, AU, you know: CRACK. :P
Tried to keep everyone mostly in character but do consider I haven't written many of them before.
And...there's sort of implied sex in the first one. And less graphic slasshyness in others, whenever the promt called for it... :)
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attiqah_gensui:
Mugen and Gojyo are lovers, Genjyo Sanzo is Mugen's best friend and secretly wants Gojyo for himself. Sanzo uses Mikuru Asahina in some way to get Gojyo's attention. ^^
I'd just like to say something first.
I don't usually care much for crossover pairings, but this one...there's just something reallyhot intriguing about it. I mean, Mugen is a bit like Banri, in that he doesn't give a damn about rules or...anything. Except Mugen's sort of perfected that, plus he's not cowardly like B. Who Gojyo already seemed to get along with so well anyway. It does TOO make sense. >3>;
Mixed Up
As they were walking home after a night at the bar, Mugen slung an arm around Gojyo's shoulder.
"Notice anything?" He asked with a leer.
"Like what?"
"Like my pal Cherry-chan was drooling after you?"
Gojyo huffed. He had noticed something in the other man's eyes, especially when Mugen got a bit too friendly in public again, but had reckoned the guy was just generally hard up. Or something.
"You really think so?" Gojyo asked finally.
Mugen laughed and leaned closer, his breath warm and wet on Gojyo's neck.
"Knew a guy like that once, learned to read the subtle signs."
Gojyo snorted.
"You and subtle? A likely combination."
Mugen gave him a playful shove, which had them both staggering into a wall.
After they'd found the road again, Mugen continued in what was, for him, a nearly dreamy tone.
"Seems so cold on the surface, but get someone like that to relax a bit...and whoa."
"...You sound like you want me to cheat on you with him or something."
Mugen blinked at him, and shrugged.
"Who decided this was an exclu...one of those relationships anyway. I didn't."
"Whatever."
When Gojyo fumbled the door to the dark apartment open, there was a faint whiff of garbage.
He wondered whose turn it had been to take it out anyway, but was soon distracted from such thoughts.
The sofa was mostly clear, anyway, aside from a pizza box or two.
Those were quickly slung aside, in any case.
A while later, someone knocked on the door. And then again.
"Do you think we should get that?" Gojyo mumbled. Mugen gave him a blank look.
"What for?"
Gojyo considered this, and then shrugged mentally, returning to the previous activity.
A moment later, just as he'd forgotten the untimely visitor, the doorbell rang angrily.
Mugen huffed in an annoyed way and untangled himself from Gojyo to stomp to the door. Gojyo followed him, reckoning it could be something important.
When they opened the door, there was a red haired busty girl standing behind it, wearing a bunny costume. She had a look on her face resembling a young deer in the headlights.
Mugen and Gojyo stared. The girl visibly wobbled.
"I-I-I'mfromthefutureandhe'sbadforyou!" She took a shuddering breath, glancing somewhere to the side nervously, and then blushed a brilliant shade of pink.
"Um, that's...that's what I came to tell you. And...I'm- I'm sorry." Tears welled up in large amber eyes.
Mugen and Gojyo looked at each other. And then back at the girl. Mugen drew Gojyo to the side.
"Good looking, isn't she?" Mugen whispered.
"Yeah, but...looks kinda young, maybe?"
Mugen considered this, scratching his head. Then he glanced at Gojyo and smirked.
"Fess up, it's the tears that really bothered you, right?" Mugen said and nudged Gojyo in the side.
"Shut up. Besides, someone obviously sent her here, we better find out who and why. That costume is a tad creepy, anyway, knowing some people around here..."
Mugen rolled his eyes and yawned.
"I say we get back to the sex instead."
"Um." The girl said.
Around the corner, Sanzo vowed never to take advise from strangers he met at a bar EVER again.
*
fromginnyvos:
If Kanzeon Bosatsu and Risa Koizumi decided to throw an customized party, what would the theme be?
What would Snufkin dress up as?
On the party, Jeeves snogs Spock, who has Jeeves mistaken him for?
Is Spock happy to be snogged?
Who will be the first to pull/beat/curse the two apart out of jealousy and are they jealous over Jeeves or Spock?
Atsushi Otani and Zakuro sneak out halfway, what are they going to do?
Obviously, the night ends in drinking-games. Who suggested it?
During do or drink, would Goujun snog Son Goku, or would they rather drink?
When Bertie Wooster reveals to have had a secret crush on Fuu, how would Fuu react?
When they leave in the end, who is leaving with whom?
A Party To Remember
Risa Koisumi leaned onto the wall and sighed.
A dress up party with a forest theme had seemed like such a nice idea, at the beginning. It was just that...well, she supposed the problem with arranging a party with a friend of a friend like Ms. Kanzeon was that there were bound to be unfamiliar people.
Risa straightened her back determinately. Well, so what, she just needed to get to know them!
She'd start with the man on her left, who was also leaning onto the wall. His name was...Snuffles? Or some such.
"Hey! I've, um, I've been wondering, what are you dressed up as?" Risa asked brightly, tugging at her own costume which felt a bit too small.
The man turned to look at her, and gestured vaguely at the branch stuck into the band of his wide brimmed green hat. The hat looked rather old and worn, as did the rest of his outfit.
"I'm a tree." He said calmly.
"Ah, I see. Ahah, I should have seen it, with all the green, and..." Risa took a gulp from her drink to end the sentence.
The man smiled and shrugged at her, turning back to inspecting the ballroom.
Risa looked as well, to make sure anything wasn't going wrong at that particular moment.
Earlier there had been that mix up with the man dressed up as a cat kissing the other guy dressed up as a bird, and who knew there'd be two people at the party with identical costumes anyway.
The other bird...Risa was pretty sure his name was Bertie, had made the most pitiful sound and flapped his win...arms in a distressed way, standing on the other side of the room as he was at the time.
After the first two people had realized the mistake there had been a lot of stiff apologies, but right now they seemed to be having a pleasant, if restrained conversation in one corner.
Risa had walked by earlier, and it had sounded very intellectual.
Bertie, on the other hand, was playing some very melancholy tune on the piano which happened to be in the room, shooting baleful glances towards the other bird and cat.
Risa wondered if she should go and distract him somehow, when he realized she hadn't seen Atsushi in a while. Not since the magician left.
Oh well, he'd probably just went to pester him for trade secrets, since Atsushi had looked so starry eyed during the performance. Especially the hypnotism part, which Risa had found pretty neat as well, really.
Later, Ms. Kanzeon suggested a drinking game.
Risa didn't remember much of it, only that at some point the guy in the really realistic dragon costume was given the task to kiss the younger guy in the raccoon costume, Goku, was it? In any case, the dragon guy was already a bit pink cheeked, and took a while glancing from his glass to the guy, before muttering something about not being suicidal and taking a long drink.
And even later, Bertie had to reveal if he was in love with anyone in the room. At first he went very red (that is, more so than he already was), and looked around the circle of expectant faces.
"Um, I..." His face suddenly acquired a stubborn expression, and he turned towards the girl to his right.
"It's her! I'm in love with...you, miss, um, Fuu!"
There was a moments silence.
"What?! But we haven't even..."
"Will you marry me, Miss Fuu?" Bertie asked, taking her hand in his.
Fuu's mouth opened, but before she had time to answer, the man in the cat costume had stood up, and proclaimed in a polite voice that it was perhaps time to go home, since Mr.Wooster had perhaps had too much to drink.
And they had.
After that, Risa didn't remember much, except some vague memory of her and Atsushi singing karaoke and then some blond guy pointing a gun at them to give the microphone back, which at that point had just made them laugh, and then some other worried looking people pulling the the two of them off the stage.
But the blond guy was a good singer, so that was okay as well.
*
fromrusalkai (who gave the prompt live. :D):
Jeeves, Zakuro, Goujun and Genjyo Sanzo are in a car in the middle of nowhere and the car breaks down. How do they react?
Fix Up.
"Not to worry! I, mighty Zakuro, will fix this car in no time!"
A silence met Zakuro's bold declaration, broken only by the sound of Sanzo huffing and turning a page in his newspaper.
Goujun frowned and muttered something about how he'd never trusted the thing to begin with.
While Zakuro expounded on his mechanic skills, Jeeves stepped out to take a look under the hood.
He'd once read a book about car engines...
*
froms0hmam0miji:
Sanzo loses a bet to Sherlock Holmes, and therefore has to perform a striptease in front of Goujun and Jin, while cosplaying as Fuu and trying to imitate the speech patterns of Hakkai.
*brain splodes*
Well...
On Unsuccessful Experiments
"I swear you I'll..."
Sanzo took a look at the man in the funny hat who was clearly way too high on something. Then he ground out, his voice taking on an unnaturally polite tone.
"I'm afraid I'll have to exterminate you all after this. Nothing...personal."
Jin nodded his head somberly.
"Thank you."
Goujun just stared, having seemingly frozen into place.
Sherlock Holmes giggled.
*
fromelaby:
- How would Sherlock Holmes get Risa Koizumi to cough up her darkest secret?
- If Son Goku and Goujun were locked in a room together, who would go crazy first?
- Jin has to take a long bus/carriage ride (or whatever vehicle that can transport several people is appropriate to the time period). Would he rather sit next to Atsushi Otani, Moomin, or Cho Hakkai?
Dark Secrets
"Young woman, it really is better if you just tell me the truth, no matter how unpleasant."
Risa stared at the floor with a frown. Then her shoulders slumped and she sighed deeply.
"Fine! 175 cm."
"...Excuse me?"
Risa raised her head, angry tears pricking in her eyes.
"I-I lied about my height. Don't tell Otani, he was so proud that he was finally taller than m-me. It's not like it's a crime!"
Risa started to cry outright.
The man questioning her shifted uncomfortably. This case hadn't really gone as planned. At all.
"Ah, I see. What about the theft?"
Risa stopped crying with a small sniffle, and stared at the detective. Her eyebrows rose.
"What theft?"
"The theft..." Sherlock Holmes twitched "Of the crate full of bear curry."
"Well...it wasn't me, I hate that stuff. Have a traumatic experience connected to it, you know. No offense thought, Detective-san."
Sherlock Holmes sighed and pinched his nose. It really didn't help his peace of mind that he still couldn't remember the last week.
There was one drug he wouldn't be trying again.
*
Enclosed Space
When the collected forces of Tenkai finally found a way to open the door, there was a brief discussion on who should go in first.
After all, the Dragon King had been stuck in there with the heretic for...who knew how long.
The discussion lasted until General Kenren sauntered to the scene. He offered to venture in, heightening the appreciation of his men further.
"Goujun? Goku?" Kenren called tentatively, and stuck his head around the door.
What he saw, was a small, bare room, barely more than an empty supply closet. Goujun and Goku were sitting on the floor, engrossed in...some sort of hand clapping game.
Kenren stared for a moment, until he became aware his mouth was hanging open.
The game seemed pretty elaborate, which might explain the apparent intense concentration.
"Uh, guys...?" His voice petered out as he realized Goujun had braids. Several clumsily made ones.
"Oi! You made a mistake, I win!" Goku cried out suddenly, raise his arms jubilantly into the air and then turned to look at Kenren.
"Hey, Ken-niisan! You got the door open? That's great, because I was getting really hungry, even thought Gou-niisan played with me!" Goku beamed at Goujun.
"That was fun! But I gotta go see Konzen now, cause he must be really mad by now. Bye!"
Then the boy jumped up and ran past Kenren and out into the hallway.
Goujun was still kneeling on the floor, rubbing his hands together absently, and staring into distance.
Kenren was starting to worry about him.
"...Are you okay, man?" He asked finally.
"He's...very lively." Goujun said in an impassive voice, but a single muscle at the corner of his mouth was twitching nervously.
Kenren sighed and then, against his better judgment, edged further, patting Goujun on the shoulder.
"There, there." He said, commiserating.
*
Travelling Alone
There were three available places in the bus.
The first was next to a young boy. He was currently bouncing his leg to the music from his headphones. From the muffled sound filtering through it was rap, which Jin wasn't frankly too fond off. As he passed the kid with his suitcase he started mouthing the lyrics as well. Jin winced and continued onwards.
The next available place was next to a round white creature, which was clutching an oldfashioned suitcase and had the nervously excited expression of someone on their first long trip alone. Jin looked up, and realized the luggage space was filled by a large picnic basket.
Just as he was contemplating that, a polite cough drew his attention.
"Excuse me, but there's a seat available here."
Jin glanzed towards the voice, and met the green eyes of a young man sitting on the other side of the buss. He nodded gratefully and lifted his suitcase to the available space over the seats.
Jin breathed deeply as he arranged himself into the seat.
"The bus is rather full today." The other man said conversationally.
"Yes."
"Cho Hakkai." The man offered.
Jin gave him his own name in return.
There was silence for a moment, until Hakkai resumed the conversation.
"Do you travel this line often?"
"No."
"It's my first time as well. I usually travel by car, but mine is ill...I mean broken, right now."
Jin nodded. His travelling companion was quiet for some time, staring out the window.
When he spoke again, his voice had a quietly amused tone. He seemed also to be talking almost to himself.
"It's strange, how different this form of travel is from travelling with ones friends. Both more restful and yet..."
"I understand." Jin said, because he thought he might.
Later they played cards, which Cho Hakkai did with near frightening success. Jin wasn't prone to fear thought, so he found the games quite enjoyable.
At some point the creature next to them took down the picnic basket, which turned out to contain food. He put the basket on the free seat and turned shyly towards Jin and Hakkai.
"Would either of you like anything, my mom packet way too much."
Jin declined, fearing nausea, but Cho Hakkai politely accepted a cookie.
"It's very tasty, your mother's as well?"
The creature nodded, beaming.
"Yes, she's the best cook I know!"
The boy with the headphones looked over his seat.
"Can I have one as well?" He asked, and was happily offered share of the basket.
From the following discussion Jin found out the boy was called Otani, and also the name of his favorite singer, among other things, whereas the other one was called Moomin, and was indeed on his first trip alone.
"--because the shape of the tower reminds us of the ovens our ancestors used to live behind."
Moomin concluded his explanation of what moomin trolls were like.
"Wow, that's cool." Otani said.
Jin found it all rather eccentric, but then again who was he to say so?
*
fromditch_gospel:
Spock, Zakuro and Bertram Wooster are bankrobbers. Which one is the criminal mastermind, which is the getaway driver, and which one carries the big gun? What are they planning to do with their loot, and are the sheriff Mugen and his deputy Jin ever going to catch them?
Bad Company
Bertram Wooster was getting the unpleasant feeling that he was in the soup again.
For one, he'd just realized that unlike stealing a policeman's helmet, stealing 10 000 dollars might not be an offence fixable by a small fine.
Also, as fun as Mr. Zakuro was, with his nifty hypnotism tricks and impressive speeches...maybe he really was bad company, like Jeeves had said.
Somehow the quiet man with the big gun wasn't quite reassuring company either.
Here they were in the middle of a bank robbery, and the guy gave a better impression of a stuffed frog than even Jeeves ever could.
He was even sort of greenish hued.
Thanfully he had no other symptoms of nausea, since they were using Bertie's car, after all.
But one must not judge someone solely upon their stuffed froggyness. Or for wearing a hat even Bertie would say didn't match the rest of his outfit.
Better get to know the guy first. Ignoring their leader, who was clutching the bags with the money, mumbling his plans on how to use it, Bertie turned a bit and made an attempt to get to know his other accomplice.
"So, Mr..."
"Spock."
"Interesting name, there, you must have heard about it at school." Bertie said, feeling a tad nervous. The man with the name in question raised an eyebrow.
"Not really. It was not so notable where I come from."
"Oh. Ah, and where's that, then?"
"Quite far away. You've probably never heard of it."
Mr.Spock did have a certain foreign look about him, Bertie supposed.
"So, what I was going to ask before we veered of the subject, which, you know, happens so easily, like this one time..."
"Yes?"
"Well, I mean to say, what were you going to use your share for? If you don't mind me asking?"
"I...am in need of some funds to return to my home country."
"Oh, that's nice. I mean, that you can do so now."
Just then, there was the sound of sirens.
Bertie gulped and cluthed the wheel tighter.
"What...what sort of police do you think they have around here?" He asked.
Mr. Zakuro looked up from the moneysack.
"Probably it's my worst enemies, the cruel and brutal sheriff Mugen and his coldhearted deputy, Jin. Damn their eyes! But they'll never catch us!"
Bertie definitely hoped so.
*
frommacavitykitsune:
Cho Hakkai, Genjyo Sanzo, Sherlock Holmes and Zakuro are at a party. Which one spikes the punch and why, who's dressed in drag, who's snogging Jin in the corner, and what's Robin's reaction to all of this? And why did Bertram Wooster host the party anyway?
Bad Company, part 2
"--Isn't that so, Mr. Zakuro."
Zakuro smirked devilishly.
"Well, you may have caught me, Mr. Holmes, but what you didn't know, is that I had already seen under your disguise..."
Everyone looked at the detective in a dress, who went slightly pink in the face, and then back at the villain, who was coloring similarly.
"Pervert." Sanzo mumbled.
Zakuro sputtered.
"Through! Through the disguise!"
He coughed and gathered his composure.
"What I mean to say, is that I knew who you all were before you knew who I was and..."
"Get to the point already."
Zakuro pointed a furious finger at Sanzo.
"I have poisoned you. I have poisoned you all!"
Bertram Wooster blanched.
"What, but you asked me to hold this party, and..."
Zakuro glanced at him and sniffed.
"Do not worry, my friend, you have been given an antidote."
"Well, you still shouldn't have poisoned my guests, that's...that's just awful!"
"It was unavoidable." Zakuro replied grandly.
Bertie sighed. He felt he should have guessed something like this would happen.
From now on he'd be the guy who's party guests had all died...
"Excuse me--"
"Wah!" Bertie jumped at the hand on his shoulder, but it was just Mr. Cho, who apparently wanted to go past him.
Mr. Sanzo was frowning at Mr. Cho.
"Where have you been? This clown here claims to have put poison in the punch."
Mr. Cho smiled.
"Oh, just a discussion with a past traveling companion. And Zakuro, as it happens, no, you didn't."
"What?"
Hakkai was still smiling cheerfully.
"I'm afraid I exchanged the poison you had into a harmless liquid of similar color earlier."
Then he yawned and blinked.
"But...that doesn't explain why I'm feeling so sleepy suddenly..."
Bertie gaped, as his guests, including the villanious Mr. Zakuro, all stumbled and fell to the floor.
"W-what's going on?" He whispered.
There was a discreet cough behind him.
"Jeeves! What...wait, don't tell me you're behind this!"
"Indeed, sir. I perceived that you might be held accountable for Mr. Zakuro's actions, as well as the...unfortunate bank incident."
Bertie flushed and shifted his feet.
"So, sir, I took the liberty to exchange the liquid Mr. Hakkai had put in place of the poison into--"
"Oh, you didn't poison them, did you Jeeves?"
"No, I assure you it was merely a sleeping draught, sir."
"Well, that's good."
"if I may suggest, I've been led to understand South America..."
"Yes yes, bag the bags, Jeeves."
"Very well, sir."
Robin smiled in her own secluded and forgotten corner, thinking how it still wasn't quite as interesting a party as the Strawhat pirates could throw up. Thought the kissing earlier had been pretty nice to look at.
Robin crossed her arms, sprouting a pair of hands from the wall of the corner Jin was slumped in, and arranged him into a different position. There, that ought to be more comfortable.
*
in last episode...
So, here's the continuation post to this meme. How did it go again? ;P
1) Make a list of 19 characters and assign each character a number.
2) Without telling anyone who's on the list or the character's assigned number, get questions from your flist about what they'd like to know about them, i.e. "If 3 and 4 were trapped in a cave together with only a blanket and a toothpick, what would they do?"
3) Post the list of characters and answers to the questions.
Teh List (consisting of fandoms new, old, borrowed and...*cough* Let's just get on with it.)
1. Reginald Jeeves (by P.G Wodehouse)
2. Zakuro (Saiyuki)
3. Goujun (Saiyuki Gaiden)
4. Kanzeon Bosatsu (of Saiyuki the manga)
5. Genjyo Sanzo (Saiyuki)
6. Moomin (from the Moomin stories)
7. Bertram Wooster aka. Bertie (P.G Wodehouse)
8. Sherlock Holmes
9. Jin (Samurai Champloo)
10. Fuu (Samurai Champloo)
11. Risa Koizumi (Lovely Complex)
12. Snufkin (Moomin stories)
13. Cho Hakkai (Saiyuki)
14. Sha Gojyo (Saiyuki)
15. Spock (Star Trek)
16. Robin (One Piece)
17. Son Goku (Saiyuki)
18. Mikuru Asahina (The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya)
19. Mugen (Samurai Champloo)
20. Atsushi Otani (Lovely Complex)
Except, I used each given scenario as prompt, so there's fic more of less along those lines.
Warnings: Well, obviously crossover, AU, you know: CRACK. :P
Tried to keep everyone mostly in character but do consider I haven't written many of them before.
And...there's sort of implied sex in the first one. And less graphic slasshyness in others, whenever the promt called for it... :)
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attiqah_gensui:Mugen and Gojyo are lovers, Genjyo Sanzo is Mugen's best friend and secretly wants Gojyo for himself. Sanzo uses Mikuru Asahina in some way to get Gojyo's attention. ^^
I'd just like to say something first.
I don't usually care much for crossover pairings, but this one...there's just something really
Mixed Up
As they were walking home after a night at the bar, Mugen slung an arm around Gojyo's shoulder.
"Notice anything?" He asked with a leer.
"Like what?"
"Like my pal Cherry-chan was drooling after you?"
Gojyo huffed. He had noticed something in the other man's eyes, especially when Mugen got a bit too friendly in public again, but had reckoned the guy was just generally hard up. Or something.
"You really think so?" Gojyo asked finally.
Mugen laughed and leaned closer, his breath warm and wet on Gojyo's neck.
"Knew a guy like that once, learned to read the subtle signs."
Gojyo snorted.
"You and subtle? A likely combination."
Mugen gave him a playful shove, which had them both staggering into a wall.
After they'd found the road again, Mugen continued in what was, for him, a nearly dreamy tone.
"Seems so cold on the surface, but get someone like that to relax a bit...and whoa."
"...You sound like you want me to cheat on you with him or something."
Mugen blinked at him, and shrugged.
"Who decided this was an exclu...one of those relationships anyway. I didn't."
"Whatever."
When Gojyo fumbled the door to the dark apartment open, there was a faint whiff of garbage.
He wondered whose turn it had been to take it out anyway, but was soon distracted from such thoughts.
The sofa was mostly clear, anyway, aside from a pizza box or two.
Those were quickly slung aside, in any case.
A while later, someone knocked on the door. And then again.
"Do you think we should get that?" Gojyo mumbled. Mugen gave him a blank look.
"What for?"
Gojyo considered this, and then shrugged mentally, returning to the previous activity.
A moment later, just as he'd forgotten the untimely visitor, the doorbell rang angrily.
Mugen huffed in an annoyed way and untangled himself from Gojyo to stomp to the door. Gojyo followed him, reckoning it could be something important.
When they opened the door, there was a red haired busty girl standing behind it, wearing a bunny costume. She had a look on her face resembling a young deer in the headlights.
Mugen and Gojyo stared. The girl visibly wobbled.
"I-I-I'mfromthefutureandhe'sbadforyou!" She took a shuddering breath, glancing somewhere to the side nervously, and then blushed a brilliant shade of pink.
"Um, that's...that's what I came to tell you. And...I'm- I'm sorry." Tears welled up in large amber eyes.
Mugen and Gojyo looked at each other. And then back at the girl. Mugen drew Gojyo to the side.
"Good looking, isn't she?" Mugen whispered.
"Yeah, but...looks kinda young, maybe?"
Mugen considered this, scratching his head. Then he glanced at Gojyo and smirked.
"Fess up, it's the tears that really bothered you, right?" Mugen said and nudged Gojyo in the side.
"Shut up. Besides, someone obviously sent her here, we better find out who and why. That costume is a tad creepy, anyway, knowing some people around here..."
Mugen rolled his eyes and yawned.
"I say we get back to the sex instead."
"Um." The girl said.
Around the corner, Sanzo vowed never to take advise from strangers he met at a bar EVER again.
*
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ginnyvos:If Kanzeon Bosatsu and Risa Koizumi decided to throw an customized party, what would the theme be?
What would Snufkin dress up as?
On the party, Jeeves snogs Spock, who has Jeeves mistaken him for?
Is Spock happy to be snogged?
Who will be the first to pull/beat/curse the two apart out of jealousy and are they jealous over Jeeves or Spock?
Atsushi Otani and Zakuro sneak out halfway, what are they going to do?
Obviously, the night ends in drinking-games. Who suggested it?
During do or drink, would Goujun snog Son Goku, or would they rather drink?
When Bertie Wooster reveals to have had a secret crush on Fuu, how would Fuu react?
When they leave in the end, who is leaving with whom?
A Party To Remember
Risa Koisumi leaned onto the wall and sighed.
A dress up party with a forest theme had seemed like such a nice idea, at the beginning. It was just that...well, she supposed the problem with arranging a party with a friend of a friend like Ms. Kanzeon was that there were bound to be unfamiliar people.
Risa straightened her back determinately. Well, so what, she just needed to get to know them!
She'd start with the man on her left, who was also leaning onto the wall. His name was...Snuffles? Or some such.
"Hey! I've, um, I've been wondering, what are you dressed up as?" Risa asked brightly, tugging at her own costume which felt a bit too small.
The man turned to look at her, and gestured vaguely at the branch stuck into the band of his wide brimmed green hat. The hat looked rather old and worn, as did the rest of his outfit.
"I'm a tree." He said calmly.
"Ah, I see. Ahah, I should have seen it, with all the green, and..." Risa took a gulp from her drink to end the sentence.
The man smiled and shrugged at her, turning back to inspecting the ballroom.
Risa looked as well, to make sure anything wasn't going wrong at that particular moment.
Earlier there had been that mix up with the man dressed up as a cat kissing the other guy dressed up as a bird, and who knew there'd be two people at the party with identical costumes anyway.
The other bird...Risa was pretty sure his name was Bertie, had made the most pitiful sound and flapped his win...arms in a distressed way, standing on the other side of the room as he was at the time.
After the first two people had realized the mistake there had been a lot of stiff apologies, but right now they seemed to be having a pleasant, if restrained conversation in one corner.
Risa had walked by earlier, and it had sounded very intellectual.
Bertie, on the other hand, was playing some very melancholy tune on the piano which happened to be in the room, shooting baleful glances towards the other bird and cat.
Risa wondered if she should go and distract him somehow, when he realized she hadn't seen Atsushi in a while. Not since the magician left.
Oh well, he'd probably just went to pester him for trade secrets, since Atsushi had looked so starry eyed during the performance. Especially the hypnotism part, which Risa had found pretty neat as well, really.
Later, Ms. Kanzeon suggested a drinking game.
Risa didn't remember much of it, only that at some point the guy in the really realistic dragon costume was given the task to kiss the younger guy in the raccoon costume, Goku, was it? In any case, the dragon guy was already a bit pink cheeked, and took a while glancing from his glass to the guy, before muttering something about not being suicidal and taking a long drink.
And even later, Bertie had to reveal if he was in love with anyone in the room. At first he went very red (that is, more so than he already was), and looked around the circle of expectant faces.
"Um, I..." His face suddenly acquired a stubborn expression, and he turned towards the girl to his right.
"It's her! I'm in love with...you, miss, um, Fuu!"
There was a moments silence.
"What?! But we haven't even..."
"Will you marry me, Miss Fuu?" Bertie asked, taking her hand in his.
Fuu's mouth opened, but before she had time to answer, the man in the cat costume had stood up, and proclaimed in a polite voice that it was perhaps time to go home, since Mr.Wooster had perhaps had too much to drink.
And they had.
After that, Risa didn't remember much, except some vague memory of her and Atsushi singing karaoke and then some blond guy pointing a gun at them to give the microphone back, which at that point had just made them laugh, and then some other worried looking people pulling the the two of them off the stage.
But the blond guy was a good singer, so that was okay as well.
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from
rusalkai (who gave the prompt live. :D):Jeeves, Zakuro, Goujun and Genjyo Sanzo are in a car in the middle of nowhere and the car breaks down. How do they react?
Fix Up.
"Not to worry! I, mighty Zakuro, will fix this car in no time!"
A silence met Zakuro's bold declaration, broken only by the sound of Sanzo huffing and turning a page in his newspaper.
Goujun frowned and muttered something about how he'd never trusted the thing to begin with.
While Zakuro expounded on his mechanic skills, Jeeves stepped out to take a look under the hood.
He'd once read a book about car engines...
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from
s0hmam0miji:Sanzo loses a bet to Sherlock Holmes, and therefore has to perform a striptease in front of Goujun and Jin, while cosplaying as Fuu and trying to imitate the speech patterns of Hakkai.
*brain splodes*
Well...
On Unsuccessful Experiments
"I swear you I'll..."
Sanzo took a look at the man in the funny hat who was clearly way too high on something. Then he ground out, his voice taking on an unnaturally polite tone.
"I'm afraid I'll have to exterminate you all after this. Nothing...personal."
Jin nodded his head somberly.
"Thank you."
Goujun just stared, having seemingly frozen into place.
Sherlock Holmes giggled.
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from
elaby:- How would Sherlock Holmes get Risa Koizumi to cough up her darkest secret?
- If Son Goku and Goujun were locked in a room together, who would go crazy first?
- Jin has to take a long bus/carriage ride (or whatever vehicle that can transport several people is appropriate to the time period). Would he rather sit next to Atsushi Otani, Moomin, or Cho Hakkai?
Dark Secrets
"Young woman, it really is better if you just tell me the truth, no matter how unpleasant."
Risa stared at the floor with a frown. Then her shoulders slumped and she sighed deeply.
"Fine! 175 cm."
"...Excuse me?"
Risa raised her head, angry tears pricking in her eyes.
"I-I lied about my height. Don't tell Otani, he was so proud that he was finally taller than m-me. It's not like it's a crime!"
Risa started to cry outright.
The man questioning her shifted uncomfortably. This case hadn't really gone as planned. At all.
"Ah, I see. What about the theft?"
Risa stopped crying with a small sniffle, and stared at the detective. Her eyebrows rose.
"What theft?"
"The theft..." Sherlock Holmes twitched "Of the crate full of bear curry."
"Well...it wasn't me, I hate that stuff. Have a traumatic experience connected to it, you know. No offense thought, Detective-san."
Sherlock Holmes sighed and pinched his nose. It really didn't help his peace of mind that he still couldn't remember the last week.
There was one drug he wouldn't be trying again.
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Enclosed Space
When the collected forces of Tenkai finally found a way to open the door, there was a brief discussion on who should go in first.
After all, the Dragon King had been stuck in there with the heretic for...who knew how long.
The discussion lasted until General Kenren sauntered to the scene. He offered to venture in, heightening the appreciation of his men further.
"Goujun? Goku?" Kenren called tentatively, and stuck his head around the door.
What he saw, was a small, bare room, barely more than an empty supply closet. Goujun and Goku were sitting on the floor, engrossed in...some sort of hand clapping game.
Kenren stared for a moment, until he became aware his mouth was hanging open.
The game seemed pretty elaborate, which might explain the apparent intense concentration.
"Uh, guys...?" His voice petered out as he realized Goujun had braids. Several clumsily made ones.
"Oi! You made a mistake, I win!" Goku cried out suddenly, raise his arms jubilantly into the air and then turned to look at Kenren.
"Hey, Ken-niisan! You got the door open? That's great, because I was getting really hungry, even thought Gou-niisan played with me!" Goku beamed at Goujun.
"That was fun! But I gotta go see Konzen now, cause he must be really mad by now. Bye!"
Then the boy jumped up and ran past Kenren and out into the hallway.
Goujun was still kneeling on the floor, rubbing his hands together absently, and staring into distance.
Kenren was starting to worry about him.
"...Are you okay, man?" He asked finally.
"He's...very lively." Goujun said in an impassive voice, but a single muscle at the corner of his mouth was twitching nervously.
Kenren sighed and then, against his better judgment, edged further, patting Goujun on the shoulder.
"There, there." He said, commiserating.
*
Travelling Alone
There were three available places in the bus.
The first was next to a young boy. He was currently bouncing his leg to the music from his headphones. From the muffled sound filtering through it was rap, which Jin wasn't frankly too fond off. As he passed the kid with his suitcase he started mouthing the lyrics as well. Jin winced and continued onwards.
The next available place was next to a round white creature, which was clutching an oldfashioned suitcase and had the nervously excited expression of someone on their first long trip alone. Jin looked up, and realized the luggage space was filled by a large picnic basket.
Just as he was contemplating that, a polite cough drew his attention.
"Excuse me, but there's a seat available here."
Jin glanzed towards the voice, and met the green eyes of a young man sitting on the other side of the buss. He nodded gratefully and lifted his suitcase to the available space over the seats.
Jin breathed deeply as he arranged himself into the seat.
"The bus is rather full today." The other man said conversationally.
"Yes."
"Cho Hakkai." The man offered.
Jin gave him his own name in return.
There was silence for a moment, until Hakkai resumed the conversation.
"Do you travel this line often?"
"No."
"It's my first time as well. I usually travel by car, but mine is ill...I mean broken, right now."
Jin nodded. His travelling companion was quiet for some time, staring out the window.
When he spoke again, his voice had a quietly amused tone. He seemed also to be talking almost to himself.
"It's strange, how different this form of travel is from travelling with ones friends. Both more restful and yet..."
"I understand." Jin said, because he thought he might.
Later they played cards, which Cho Hakkai did with near frightening success. Jin wasn't prone to fear thought, so he found the games quite enjoyable.
At some point the creature next to them took down the picnic basket, which turned out to contain food. He put the basket on the free seat and turned shyly towards Jin and Hakkai.
"Would either of you like anything, my mom packet way too much."
Jin declined, fearing nausea, but Cho Hakkai politely accepted a cookie.
"It's very tasty, your mother's as well?"
The creature nodded, beaming.
"Yes, she's the best cook I know!"
The boy with the headphones looked over his seat.
"Can I have one as well?" He asked, and was happily offered share of the basket.
From the following discussion Jin found out the boy was called Otani, and also the name of his favorite singer, among other things, whereas the other one was called Moomin, and was indeed on his first trip alone.
"--because the shape of the tower reminds us of the ovens our ancestors used to live behind."
Moomin concluded his explanation of what moomin trolls were like.
"Wow, that's cool." Otani said.
Jin found it all rather eccentric, but then again who was he to say so?
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from
ditch_gospel:Spock, Zakuro and Bertram Wooster are bankrobbers. Which one is the criminal mastermind, which is the getaway driver, and which one carries the big gun? What are they planning to do with their loot, and are the sheriff Mugen and his deputy Jin ever going to catch them?
Bad Company
Bertram Wooster was getting the unpleasant feeling that he was in the soup again.
For one, he'd just realized that unlike stealing a policeman's helmet, stealing 10 000 dollars might not be an offence fixable by a small fine.
Also, as fun as Mr. Zakuro was, with his nifty hypnotism tricks and impressive speeches...maybe he really was bad company, like Jeeves had said.
Somehow the quiet man with the big gun wasn't quite reassuring company either.
Here they were in the middle of a bank robbery, and the guy gave a better impression of a stuffed frog than even Jeeves ever could.
He was even sort of greenish hued.
Thanfully he had no other symptoms of nausea, since they were using Bertie's car, after all.
But one must not judge someone solely upon their stuffed froggyness. Or for wearing a hat even Bertie would say didn't match the rest of his outfit.
Better get to know the guy first. Ignoring their leader, who was clutching the bags with the money, mumbling his plans on how to use it, Bertie turned a bit and made an attempt to get to know his other accomplice.
"So, Mr..."
"Spock."
"Interesting name, there, you must have heard about it at school." Bertie said, feeling a tad nervous. The man with the name in question raised an eyebrow.
"Not really. It was not so notable where I come from."
"Oh. Ah, and where's that, then?"
"Quite far away. You've probably never heard of it."
Mr.Spock did have a certain foreign look about him, Bertie supposed.
"So, what I was going to ask before we veered of the subject, which, you know, happens so easily, like this one time..."
"Yes?"
"Well, I mean to say, what were you going to use your share for? If you don't mind me asking?"
"I...am in need of some funds to return to my home country."
"Oh, that's nice. I mean, that you can do so now."
Just then, there was the sound of sirens.
Bertie gulped and cluthed the wheel tighter.
"What...what sort of police do you think they have around here?" He asked.
Mr. Zakuro looked up from the moneysack.
"Probably it's my worst enemies, the cruel and brutal sheriff Mugen and his coldhearted deputy, Jin. Damn their eyes! But they'll never catch us!"
Bertie definitely hoped so.
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from
macavitykitsune:Cho Hakkai, Genjyo Sanzo, Sherlock Holmes and Zakuro are at a party. Which one spikes the punch and why, who's dressed in drag, who's snogging Jin in the corner, and what's Robin's reaction to all of this? And why did Bertram Wooster host the party anyway?
Bad Company, part 2
"--Isn't that so, Mr. Zakuro."
Zakuro smirked devilishly.
"Well, you may have caught me, Mr. Holmes, but what you didn't know, is that I had already seen under your disguise..."
Everyone looked at the detective in a dress, who went slightly pink in the face, and then back at the villain, who was coloring similarly.
"Pervert." Sanzo mumbled.
Zakuro sputtered.
"Through! Through the disguise!"
He coughed and gathered his composure.
"What I mean to say, is that I knew who you all were before you knew who I was and..."
"Get to the point already."
Zakuro pointed a furious finger at Sanzo.
"I have poisoned you. I have poisoned you all!"
Bertram Wooster blanched.
"What, but you asked me to hold this party, and..."
Zakuro glanced at him and sniffed.
"Do not worry, my friend, you have been given an antidote."
"Well, you still shouldn't have poisoned my guests, that's...that's just awful!"
"It was unavoidable." Zakuro replied grandly.
Bertie sighed. He felt he should have guessed something like this would happen.
From now on he'd be the guy who's party guests had all died...
"Excuse me--"
"Wah!" Bertie jumped at the hand on his shoulder, but it was just Mr. Cho, who apparently wanted to go past him.
Mr. Sanzo was frowning at Mr. Cho.
"Where have you been? This clown here claims to have put poison in the punch."
Mr. Cho smiled.
"Oh, just a discussion with a past traveling companion. And Zakuro, as it happens, no, you didn't."
"What?"
Hakkai was still smiling cheerfully.
"I'm afraid I exchanged the poison you had into a harmless liquid of similar color earlier."
Then he yawned and blinked.
"But...that doesn't explain why I'm feeling so sleepy suddenly..."
Bertie gaped, as his guests, including the villanious Mr. Zakuro, all stumbled and fell to the floor.
"W-what's going on?" He whispered.
There was a discreet cough behind him.
"Jeeves! What...wait, don't tell me you're behind this!"
"Indeed, sir. I perceived that you might be held accountable for Mr. Zakuro's actions, as well as the...unfortunate bank incident."
Bertie flushed and shifted his feet.
"So, sir, I took the liberty to exchange the liquid Mr. Hakkai had put in place of the poison into--"
"Oh, you didn't poison them, did you Jeeves?"
"No, I assure you it was merely a sleeping draught, sir."
"Well, that's good."
"if I may suggest, I've been led to understand South America..."
"Yes yes, bag the bags, Jeeves."
"Very well, sir."
Robin smiled in her own secluded and forgotten corner, thinking how it still wasn't quite as interesting a party as the Strawhat pirates could throw up. Thought the kissing earlier had been pretty nice to look at.
Robin crossed her arms, sprouting a pair of hands from the wall of the corner Jin was slumped in, and arranged him into a different position. There, that ought to be more comfortable.
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