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ARGH why am I so depressed? I was fine Tuesday and Wednesday, and now I am back in the pits of despair. Argh argh argh.

Important Fact: It is [livejournal.com profile] eegatland's birthday! She is the epitome of awesome, and should request fic(let).

I don't think there is enough Billy Joel in my life.

Mmmph.

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Date: 2008-10-03 01:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tiamatschild.livejournal.com
*offers shinies!* Did I show you merchanter!Kaylee?

And and and! Post series Zuko and Aang? Which, I know, you lack context for, but basically Zuko rebelled and is now trying to atone for a century's worth of colonialist badness.

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“I know,” Zuko said, grateful his voice didn’t crack, “That nothing can ever bring back the people you’ve lost, but we are willing to pay reparations – to make reparations, I mean. We have a lot of – there’s a lot of work to do.” He stumbled to a halt. He’d hoped the number of times he’d babbled his way into a dead end in his mirror would have taken care of that. “And we – it’s in the notes, we’ll cut the military, I – that is –” It was very hard to remember his point when everyone was staring at him. He could feel his lungs closing tight in shame, he wasn’t a public speaker, he’d never commanded anything larger than a small steamer and Uncle had really done that, he’d just annoyed everyone –

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out., he was just about to really panic when Aang’s even, steady voice cut through the black at the edges of his vision.

“Firelord Zuko’s proposals are written down in detail on the scrolls in front of you,” Aang said, and Zuko clung to the way his voice rose and fell, rapid, to the point, but never rushed. “Let’s take a break to look it over?”

Zuko looked down and sideways to find Aang looking up at him. “Yes!” he said hastily, “Yes, of course.”

There was a soft rustle and murmur as everyone turned to their papers. Some people gradually stood up and wandered over to the windowsill ones and twos and threes, where the light was better.

Zuko swallowed hard. “Thanks,” he whispered to Aang.

“No problem,” Aang whispered back, and smiled, and it seemed to Zuko that the air in his lungs eased. No matter what just angers everyone else in this room might hold, Aang wanted only what was good for everyone. No vengeance, only balance, only the world, shining and whole.

Zuko bowed his head, and smiled.

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Date: 2008-10-03 01:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tiamatschild.livejournal.com
He is a dear, sweet kidlet!

Here, have Sasha interacting with a cranky (and very dead) empath!

*****

It annoyed Hisoka when he realized that the soft creaking of the dock planking was the first warning he noticed of Sasha’s presence. Now he knew someone was there he could feel him, but only barely. It was like Sasha was a smaller, greener piece of the forest, tinged human only by a slight, sharp edge of anxiety that was growing longer the closer Sasha – barefoot and precisely controlled – came to him.

“Hisoka?” Sasha asked, and yes, now that Hisoka was feeling for it he could feel the anxiety curl, coil, change shape. “It’s not really a - it’s a bad idea to let your feet dangle like that. Even in the sun.”

Sasha stood behind him, now, close, and Hisoka could still only really feel the difference between Sasha’s anxiety and the general background thrum of forest creature worry because he knew Sasha was there, and no, there was a difference, Sasha’s fear was more abstract. It wasn’t even really fear.

He realized he hadn’t answered, and Sasha was shivering, twitching a little. His shadow showed it, just a little. “I’m fine,” Hisoka said, “I’d like to see anything in this river try to eat me.”

“I wouldn’t,” Sasha said, serious, and though it wasn’t his stomach it was suddenly stabbing into, Hisoka felt the anxiety change, “There’s a voydanoi here. Please, don’t say things like that. He can’t resist them.”

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Date: 2008-10-03 01:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rainbowjehan.livejournal.com
Eeee. eeeee.

(tag me! there's a brilliant idea!)

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Date: 2008-10-03 01:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tiamatschild.livejournal.com
Hisoka entertains me. (Meanwhile, his partner, Tsuzuki, copes with Babi's demands for ATTENTION - Tsuzuki's a demon himself, so.)

(Indeed! Indeed it is. *trots off*)

Also. Have Cyteen!River.

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When River wakes the room in her heart is a shambles, everything scattered every which way her vase is broken, her beautiful vase, and she can’t think how to put it back there’s too much to fix. She’s afraid. She’s afraid and the room is too neat and her heart pounds, physical heart, aorta and ventricles and all, because she is afraid, because the room is too neat, that is, the room she is sitting in, not the room that sits in her, room in her brain, and she’s –

Part of her knows she’s reacting all wrong, almost like a CIT, almost like, not like azi, which she is, like CIT, which she is not and never wanted to be and she is too frightened, too frightened, too frightened, she tries to be not there, to go somewhere else, but it doesn’t work because she’s not right. She wants Simon. She wants the supervisor, she wants Simon, everything’s wrong where is everyone it is not supposed to happen this way, the supervisor is supposed to be there when you need one, that’s the way it works, everything’s broken what and why and she doesn’t know she doesn’t understand she’s afraid. She wants Simon she wants her brother Simon Simon Simon.

“It was an accident,” they told Simon, “A miscalculation in the tape.”

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Date: 2008-10-03 01:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rainbowjehan.livejournal.com
Babi: *EVIL EVIL AWESOME*

AGH. *cries*

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