Disclaimer: Seiken Densetsu 3 does not belong to me,
Analyn: Considering your name isn't
Squeenix, I coulda guessed this one.
although I'm using the characters out of no profit to fulfill my
imagination's needs.
Jeff: HEY-OH!
(that sounded so... not right. Haha, don't get the wrong ideas
people!)
Jeff: But ... that's my job. I'm the resident
pervert. It's like Analyn's the Nazi and Eddie's the village
idiot.
Eddie: Hey!
Jeff: Look over there, it's a shiny!
Eddie: What? Where? Whee shiny!
~Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by
imagination~
Analyn: Coincidentally, you can get Love
finance-free! No tricks until 2006!
-Voltaire
Eddie: Dude! [sings] When you dismiss the rest
of all possible worlds, you'll find that this is the best of all possible
worlds!
~*~
-Beautiful Mind- Chapter I: A love before our meeting
Her honeyed lips of a desert fruit
Analyn: Oh dear God in Heaven. We're gonna need
wading boots to get through this, aren't we.
trembled upon my lustful touch like ripples from a silk-like
pond,
Jeff: Raise your hand if you read that as "nipples
from a silk-like pond".
Analyn: It'd sure make this more interesting,
anyway.
the shivering satin pleasure most delicate that resembles her fair skin
well.
Eddie: Skin? Weren't we talking about her lips
a second ago?
Jeff: And why the heck is she shaking?
Analyn: TRUFFLE SHUFFLE!
A simple kiss tells a hundred fables of a dubious romance between a hopelessly
amorous thief,
Analyn: Locke?
Eddie: Zidane?
Jeff: Kidd?
and the bewitching image of the goddess herself as my angel.
Eddie: Dude worsups Elizabeth Motgomery,
gotcha.
Her smooth hands hesitantly push me away,
Analyn: [whoever the girl is] Eww B.O.!
yet when her angelic hands even caress mine,
Eddie: [sings] Sometimes when we touch, the
honesty's too much...
I feel that my heart has woken up from it's delusions and what tortured
bliss it feels when I have lost the feel of her fingers in my
grasp.
Jeff: So. Dude gets a massive boner from a girl
shoving him. Someone's spent a little too much time in Mom's basement playing
Everquest.
Oh is it a sin to lay my greedy hands on such essence of heavenly
splendor?
Analyn: Perhaps if you're Southern Baptist.
Dare say, a thousand times I'd suffer my sin until her lithe fingers I
adore so respond to my cry of desirable thirst.
Jeff: He wants a hand job.
Analyn: Usually I'd yell at you, but you know,
that's exactly what that means.
Only a devil's advocate is capable of blemishing that purity with its
tainted soul of covetousness.
Eddie: Wait, what does that even mean?
Analyn: Only ... someone who speaks for the
other side just for the sake of argument ... can ... ruin this chick's purity
... with ... jealousy?
Eddie: So. What does that mean?
Analyn: I don't know. Hey, let's write down
words and hope for the best!
And so therefore I am considered one among those creatures of
iniquity?
Analyn: I think the dude's jealous and it's
somehow ruined the girl.
Jeff: Well, it's ruining my mind, that's for
sure.
Goddess spare my soul of its hunger for a chaste angel,
Jeff: I get it! Someone's hot for virgins!
my determination cultivates and yearns for the most perilous wish among
them all. I want to capture the exquisite dove, shred her wings and tarnish
them so she may not return to thee, lock her in a golden cage so that she
may look down upon me with all the abhorrence she has, yet my heart only
bleeds of gluttony with my fiery passion.
Analyn: That ... that's just filthy!
Jeff: Holy crap! He's talking about making this
girl's first time really kinky! Like tied to the bed with barbed wire
kinky!
Eddie: Then remove her clothes piece by piece
and replace them with edible versions!
Analyn: Then he straddles her, wearing nothing
but pleather and nipple tassels!
Jeff: He gently drizzles hot chocolate over
her quivering body, which is twisting for escape!
Eddie: Meanwhile, a dog with a strap-on comes
in the room with anal beads dangling from its mouth!
Analyn: All of which will be used for what has
yet to "come"!
[pause]
Analyn: We're ... we're the most frightening
people on the Internet.
Eddie: Barring furries.
Analyn: Well, yes.
'Liar' she called me.
Eddie: [narrator] "Liar," she repeated again.
"Pants ... on ... fire."
To think only a solitary single word can twist at my heart with venomous
knives of frustration and doubt; the irony makes me laugh.
Analyn: Alanis Morrisete joke here.
A thief lies of most authentic tales to get what they crave;
Jeff: "A thief lies by telling the truth..."
even so, my skills of trickery cannot fool her perceptive eyes
of
Eddie: ... of PERCEPTION!
Analyn: Is it deceptive murder? Or MURDEROUS
DECEPTION!?
the moon's cherished sapphire. I have done no wrong to my dear sweet nymph
of beauty,
Jeff: I hear you brother.
Eddie: Amen.
Jeff: Man. Women.
Eddie: Who needs 'em!
Jeff: Yeah, maybe you think you're innocent.
But boy howdy, let me tell you what, you look at 'em cross eyed and it's
the dog house for you.
Eddie: You said it!
Jeff: What with their knittin' and their
shoppin'. They oughta be in the kitchen making pies all day.
Eddie: Apple pies!
Jeff: You get a group of broads together and
it's either a Tupperware party or a witch coven, I tell you what.
Analyn: AHEM!
Jeff: What?
Analyn: I happen to be female!
[pause]
Eddie: It's not nice to lie, Analyn.
Analyn: Shut up.
but if it were to cease her cries, then I shall take the most brutal
punishment as my penalty of making her voice alter to such hurting
weeps.
Analyn: Goodness, how'zabout altering that
sentence to make my head stop hurting!?
Eddie: Wait, wasn't he wanting to bend her over
and butt rape her until she tore into two like a second ago?
Jeff: Oh! I get it! He wants to be dominated,
not the other way around!
Analyn: So he wants her to make a snuff film
staring him and then skull rape his deceased eye socket with a dildo.
Jeff: I think so.
Analyn: As long as we're on the same page.
Tears of hurt fall from her ocean,
Eddie: Her ... her bladder?
Analyn: No golden showers, no golden showers,
oh please fanfic, no golden showers!
portraying a similarity to dew drops from a rare blue rose, gradually
falling smoothly down the petal-soft skin and dieing softly on her lush
lips.
Jeff: Quick! Bad 80s rock quote time!
Analyn: [sings] This is what it sounds like
when doves cry!
Eddie: [sings] I just died in your arms
tonight!
Jeff: [sings] Don't cry tonight, I still love
you baby...
Analyn: [sings] I wont even start to cry,
and before we say goodbye, I tried to say I love you, but the words got in
the way!
Eddie: [sings] You leave me so confused! And
now I'm all cried out over you..
Jeff: [sings] Who you gonna call?
All: GHOST BUSTERS!
I envy the tear.
Analyn: I envy anyone currently NOT reading
this fic!
I spare her my words
Jeff: Well you sure as hell didn't spare
us any!
and captured her slender form into my hungry grasp with the power of passion,
devotion, and need surging through me like lighting shattering the velvet
dusk skies when the heavens cry.
Analyn: Oh no! Rape fic!
Eddie: [sings] THIS IS WHAT IT SOUNDS LIKE WHEN
DOVES --
Analyn: Eddie! That ship sailed!
Eddie: [sings, weakly] Come sail away, come
sail away ... ?
She stiffens at my actions and I could feel her warm body want out from
my fervent embrace, yet it only drives me to hold her tighter for I unwillingly
want to let go of such a prize kings would avidly dream of.
Jeff: Oh ... oh God. God in Heaven, this IS
rape fic.
Analyn: I'm not seeing two ways to interpret
this here.
Eddie: Maybe ... maybe Santa will come down
from the clouds and make it all better?
Analyn: Not this time.
Eddie: [covers his ears and sings] THIS IS WHAT
IT SOUNDS LIKE WHEN DOVES CRY...
Snaking my hands down her arm and finally intertwining her delicate fingers
into mine, I pull at her slim waist towards me and whisper words of my varied
imagination into her ears.
Analyn: Dude's got like a hojillion of them.
Jeff: [Narrator] It took me many an hour to
utter my filthy, degrading fantasies from the depths of my heart into my
lady's chaste, pale hearing orifice.
Words of passion, need, lust... love.
Eddie: Rape. Say it. Rape.
"Please, stop it." She pleads;
Jeff: You and me both.
her soft voice no longer carried such loving melodies of joy, but escaping
from within her quivering lips was a harsh carol sung in a bittersweet tenor
of sadness.
Analyn: Melodies, carol? Tenor? Congratulations,
you just beat the ever-loving hell out of a metaphor.
Taking a step back from me, her grip on my shaking hands loosen
Eddie: ... as she reaches for her rape
whistle.
but I managed still to linger my fingers around hers, afraid that I might
lose my most precious gem a thief value amongst all within a golden mountain
of luc.
Jeff: You realize that that's the first reference
to the Mana series this fic has had. MAYBE second one if you count the reference
to a Goddess earlier.
Eddie: How does this even fit into Mana
cannon?
Analyn: Maybe that's Hawk as the narrator? Maybe
he's talking to Isabel? That's such a stretch, it's all so
out-of-character.
Eddie: Maybe it's Alex talking to Pearl?
Jeff: Maybe this is a steaming pile sprinkled
liberally with creepy rape undertones?
Analyn: Yeah, that's probably it.
Her illuminate eyes shimmer
Analyn: Penalty! Illuminate is a verb!
within those glassy orbs of enchantment, captivating me for I can only
gasp at the melancholy sorrow portrayed in those strong depths of
obscurity.
Eddie: You ... you're not allowed to use a thesaurus
any more.
Analyn: THIS, kids, is why we read our work
out loud!
Her retreating form haunts me, for the callous wound she has skillfully
carved into my soul may never heal or return to its former empty
shell.
Jeff: Instead, it's gonna return to one of those
hermit crab shells they sell at the mall with the neon plastic sunglasses
hot glued on them.
You are so unkind fair maiden of my dreams.
Analyn: Excuse YOU, Mr. Rapey McRaperape, you
were all like "hey I'm gonna talk a lot and try to sex you," and then you've
got the stones to call HER unkind!?
Nameless stranger of goddess given loveliness,
Eddie: You ... you don't know her name. Yet
you're madly infatuated with her.
Jeff: "In love," as he'd put it.
Analyn: I guess he was planning to ask as he
was getting his gel dildo and whip lubed up.
I look forward to the day I may grace my unworthy eyes upon you. I will
remember your divine face oh dear maiden for I would just feel incomplete
without your beauty etched into my mind.
Analyn: Did you run out of commas, or what's
going on here?
Jeff: When you have so many words that you
actually run out of punctuation, there is a problem.
To search the very ends of all of Fa'Diel, I will find you.
Eddie: Quite honestly, I don't want this guy
searching any ends.
But oh, this is merely a figment that my mind wishes to play with my
mind.
Jeff: ... huh?
Then why is that my dreams appear to be so real?
Eddie: [sings] To dream the impossible
dream...
It is like I'm witnessing a fairytale fantasy, my princess awaiting me
in this dreamlike world.
Analyn: [Narrator] And all I want to do is for
her to climb my hair to the top of my evil tower so I can put on a pretty
dress and dance at the ball with her.
Tell me fair princess; will you still be here every time I close my
eyes?
Eddie: Like, right under his eyelids? Ow.
But I warn you fair child or royalty,
Analyn: Do ... do we get to pick?
I am no noble prince, I most resemble the evil villain who kidnaps the
vulnerable heroine,
Jeff: Dude! He so looks like Snidely
Whiplash!
but my heart can be as chivalric as a charming prince. So answer me true,
will you still accept me for who I am?
Eddie: If you'll SHUT UP for ten seconds, then
maybe ... !
Disregarding my hopeful question she leaves,
Analyn: Raise your hand if you wouldn't.
with only a smile for me to keep;
All: [sing] I've got something in my pocket, it
belongs across my face!
such bittersweet cruelness.
~*~
Author's Notes:
*Screams and throws her computer out the window.*
Jeff: Well! Yeah, your audience had the same
reaction.
OMG...
[All laugh]
Analyn: From the purplest of purple, to, "Like,
OHMYGOD!!!"
I don't know what I just wrote but it was really crapy and corny
haha.
Eddie: No comment.
And Also ff.net keeps on screwing me over! I can't sign in or anything!
When I did, I had so many uploading problems, I seriously wanted to kill
someone. (I'm not one for patience.)
Analyn: Screwing and killing. Well, yes, that's
basically what you wrote, so hey.
I'm listening to this really good Spanish song right now. It's melody
is sad, beautiful, and a bit haunting, I love it !! It's called,
Jeff: ... LIVE JOURNAL. It's called LIVE
JOURNAL, blog there!
'Hijo de la luna' by Sarah Brightman or Mecano.
Analyn: I'm listening to "The Geeks Get The
Girls" by American Hi Fi, but no one cares.
Jeff: Gives us hope, Annie?
Analyn: Stuff it.
Translated, its called 'Son of the Moon'. I found this song out when my
dance teacher was playing it during our warm ups when we were doing
pirouettes.
Eddie: Didn't the fic end about ten lines up?
Just let it die! Let go!
The song lyrics will be posted up in my profile so yeah... it's weird,
it actually tells a tale, really much like those olden songs hehe.
Analyn: "Geeks Get The Girls" tells a story,
but I'm not hopping around about it.
Oh boy.. My absence, has it been. 2-3 months?
Jeff: Don't care.
And here I am starting a new fic!
Jeff: Don't care!
Ah, believe me,
Jeff: I --
I have really scolded myself for that many times.
Jeff: -- don't --
I just wrote this to get it out of my system,
Jeff: -- care!
don't ask why,
Analyn: Okay, we won't! Seriously, we don't
want another ten page dissertation from you!
its one of those fics that probably will not be continued.
Eddie: You can't continue it if you won't end
it!
It's a warm up, yeah, just a simple warm up for my other ficcys.
^_^;;
Analyn: Now you're just bragging! You know this
isn't "simple" at all, but you're lying to us just to make us think you can
lay a turd out like this with no effort. Congratulations, you've impressed
people on Teh International Webnet, what're you gonna do now?!
It confuses me actually, but that's what my stories are kind of
like...
[Analyn screams]
Jeff: That's not a good thing!
Please read and review! E-mail me if you have any questions and
comments.
Eddie: No! No comments! No questions! We're
done! Go away!