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The All Purpose Negima Fanfiction Thread Backup Redux; In case TvTropes shuts down forums. may we never have to use this.
Topic Started: Apr 6 2012, 07:22 PM (12,393 Views)
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Katabasis

All who study Western magic learn something of the spirits their incantations invoke. All who study spirits know that contact with the ones called things like “The Tyrant of Flame” or “The Queen of Eternity” is a Very Bad Idea, if you can even succeed. All who study heroes understand that sometimes a Very Bad Idea turns out to be the best option available.

There are, of course, obstacles legendary in scope to meeting with the Lords of the Dead, beginning with finding their court in the first place. These obstacles are not particularly important in the grand scheme of things. They're merely a way of saying “You must be this exceptional to enter.” The Thousand Teacher and the Doll Mistress had been exceptional since they were the age they usually looked. They were barely slowed down.

What is important in the grand scheme of things is what one does after winning access to the Lords of the Dead. Cajoling them into restoring one of the souls in their keeping to life is a far harder task than simply reaching them alive. Music that can melt a fury's heart, the mourning of an entire world, and a successful wrestling match against one of the Lords are all considered reasonable prices for a single life.

The Thousand Teacher did not bargain for a single life. He bargained for every life lost when the school was destroyed. He bargained for four hundred and ninety-six lives.

At this point the Visitation of Woe, who had journeyed ignorant of her student's plans, started laughing in a manner the incautious might describe as “hysterical.”

In exchange for this unprecedented bounty, the Thousand Teacher offered the Lords of the Dead a prize beyond measure: a soul they would never otherwise possess. He noted that with his immortality, unparalleled combat ability, and familiarity with time travel technology, he could quite easily outlive the universe barring a compelling reason to do otherwise. A compelling reason such as, to pick an example at random, the chance to revive four hundred and ninety-six people cut down in their youth. Hypothetically.

The Disciple of Dark Tones declared a recess in the negotiations to have a little chat with her apprentice on the subject of what in the name of, well, that guy sitting right over there he thought he was doing. He noted that it was hard, so very hard to keep outliving people. It had been bad enough when the previous generations aged and died in the fullness of time, but now that it was beginning to happen to his students he didn't know if he could bear it. His heart lacked the lightness of his father's, that so easily superseded grief with hope, and the calluses of his master's, with its hard-won indifference. His whole life had been spent in heroism, he could claim with less exaggeration than most, and he thought that he'd earned the right to choose when and how he ended it.

The High Daylight Walker bowed her head. It was clear that her cherished one's mind was set. She could but bear witness to the awful and glorious transaction, and return to bear tidings of what had transpired. The last thing she saw before she set out on her homeward odyssey was the satisfaction on the old man's young face.
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Ooh, nice...
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Schoolgirls.

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"There are three rules to follow with them, " the really old man with the funny-shaped head told Negi. "Never expose them to sunlight. Never get them wet. And most important of it all, never let them eat after midnight. Or else, they'll become jealous, posessive harpies who will chase you around and even might try to insert leeks up your ass."

Negi blinked, then looked down at the box he was holding, with four adorable Chibis inside; one with bells in her orange hair, one with short purple hair hiding her eyes, one with long black hair, and another one, with pale skin and black hair tied into a sidetail, who hung to the third one shyly.

Awww, they were so cute and charming. How could they even turn out bad...?

—-

"Okay, so I screwed up! Sorry!" Negi cried as he ran for dear life along Anya and the still chibi Asuna still in her box, chased around by thirty savage Schoolgirls. "Don't worry, I'll think of a plan to get rid of them!"

"What about locking them up in a movie theater and making it explode with my fire magic?" Anya suggested.

"What? No!" Negi said. "They're still my—!"

He flinched for a moment before dislodging an onion leek from his ass. "On second thought, it might be worth a shot."
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Snippet from the fic I'm currently inspired to write. Hopefully th moivation will move to my other stuff.
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The dream was always the same.

Battle surrounded her, inhumanly strong beings capable of crushing her in a heartbeat fighting all around, yet ignoring her as insignificant while she stood in her sweaty, slightly charred clothes. Rays of light and lightning arched above, bringing destruction. Giant monsters cried as powerful warriors whose punches needed to be measured in tons fought them. The noise of the battle was deafening.

The girl snoozing at the front desk woke up. "Darn it," she muttered, peeling her face off the countertop. "That stupid dream again..."

She really wished she'd stop dreaming about the Kosmo Entelekhia battle.

She suppressed a yawn. Another sleepless night crunching data and writing code for the ISSDA. Darn it, she couldn’t keep living like this! She wasn’t a teenager anymore, after all. Still, what was she to do? Her grandfather liked them having dinner together and the old man tended to linger over his food, mostly because he didn’t eat so much as watch her eat to see if she liked it. She didn’t have the heart, or lack thereof, to tell him to cut it out.

This meant she did most of her work at night, crunching through data and calculations and all the other things her Magister needed advice on. Many had mistakenly thought that she had gone to be a full-time hikkikomori after graduation. That wasn’t true of course. Oh, it was certainly an option– after all, she could just order anything she really needed off the net– but circumstances had dictated she not take that route. After she’d gotten word that her paternal grandmother had died, she’d left to move in with her grandfather and help him run the family photo studio. That had been some years ago.

Contrary to what her classmates might have thought– but not her magister, never her magister, since he seemed physically incapable of that when they were involved– she wasn’t the sort to just let her family rot away and die. She was actually a very family-oriented person, and her sudden disappearance for months that summer in her third year of middle school had sent her in-laws into a panic. Cousin Kobato had been inconsolable for weeks even after she got back. She still owed her an explanation…

Idly, she wondered how her cousin was doing with her girlfriend who liked to cosplay as a nun. What had it been about that year that they’d let just any kid be a teacher?

She was wondering whether to give the girl a call when the door to the Hasegawa Photo Studio snapped open, and a group of indignant women holding glossy photos all stomped in angrily. Chisame suppressed a groan. Not again!

“Tsunetsuki…” she growled ominously before she was drowned in a deluge of complaints.
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I approve of this interpretation of Chisame's fate. :$

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Giant monsters cried as powerful warriors whose punches needed to be measured in tons fought them.
Are the monsters sobbing, or are they supposed to be crying out?
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It almost sounds like the poor monsters are being bullied.
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It's Jack Rakan punching a dragon, so it's likely screaming "MOMMY, MAKE IT STOP!"
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"ANIMAL ABUSE!"
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"Call PETA! call Al Gore! Call Animal Man!"
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Self Image.

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It had taken her far too long, despite her talent, to master the thirst. And even longer to dominate the sunlight weakness. She worked hard to stand crosses again, despite having no use for religion. She suffered to finally overcome the silver weakness. As much as she tried, she still couldn't defeat garlic, which had surprised her by being the most enduring weak point despite how ridiculous it sounded.

But that always could wait. She had plenty of time for it.

Right now, she was too busy congratulating herself on her newest achievement. She smiled at the beautiful young face on the mirror's surface. It had been so long, she had forgotten how she looked herself. She was liking it, getting reacquianted with her own face.

"Well, aren't you the prettiest, cutest little thing ever?"

And she, indeed, was.
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Nice. How's Divinity is a Group Effort?

Also, the 14th episode of Oreimo is out. For once, they didn't cop out and actually had both Kirino and Kyousuke proclaiming their decadent habits. It won't last, but the twisted Arika inside me is happy.
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Episodes 15 and 16 are out too. It ends pretty much like the novels, in a bizarrely ambiguous note.

The Divinity segment should be ready tomorrow. I couldn't iron it out in time for tonight after all.
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Darn. Well, hopefully they left it ambiguous enough for the two of them to have had sex in the hotel room. Have to find, ASAP!
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Eh, I think they have very little chemistry (and they seem to bring the worst out of each other) but to each their own.
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I Think That Thing is Mine.

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"Negi. I'm proud of all you have done with it, but... give my staff back."

"Eeehhhh?-! But, but you gave it to me back then, when—!"

"I gave it to you on loan until you had grown into a strong and proud man. Now you're a strong and proud man, so give me my staff already."

"I'm not even thirteen yet!"

"You've kissed twice as many girls as I had when I was twice your age! Don't give me that crap! Give me the staff instead!"

"No! It's mine now, and I'm not giving it back!"

"Oh, come on! You don't even need it to fly anymore, Mr. Fancy Look I can Fly like an Electric Super Saiyan Fairy!"

A pout. "Don't mock my looks again, please...!"

"Back in my time, we didn't need to look like long haired Pikachus to be cool heroes of millions! And broken as we were, we didn't have that ridiculous 'faster than lightning' crap either! We went at it like real men, slow enough to actually trade punches! Whoops, I just blitzed you! What kind of sissy-boy strategy is that?"

"Daaaaaad!"

"Yeah, wail as much as you want, but only after I get my staff back!"

—-

"What do you mean, you sealed your father back?-!" Asuna gasped aloud.

Negi looked aside. "It was an accident!"
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