Kiddy Grade is a really good anime and manga. It's about these two chicks, Éclair and Lumiere, who have powers that you wouldn't believe. I don't have the whole scoop, but it's something interesting.
Right now, I'm putting in a poetry fic on the unlikely duo mentioned above. I may put a perspective on Alv and Dvergr later, but only if I can get more translations (and more inspirations) from the manga. Expect "lemon-flavored yuri" (self-explanatory. I think it's pseudo-borrowed) in between, or if it comes. No guarantees, though.
Enjoy this one. Oh, and if you don't want spoilers, GET THE %$#%$#^%$ OUT!
Just playin' wit ya. (grrr...) Enjoy!
********
"Aren't you such a catch?
What a prize!
Got a body like a battle axe,
Love that perfect frown,
Honest eyes;
We oughta buy you a Cadillac!"
-O.K.Go, "Get Over It"
Trampled Underfoot
Movement 1:
You GOTT It!
This is where I am.
Planet Aineias.
A result of the world
Being too much
For the human race.
Now it's spread
Across the universe
Like the prophet
John Lennon
Of the distant, yet tarnished
20th Century
Had prophesized
In his poetry through music.
It's just like Earth,
But a carbon copy.
Me and Lumiere,
Receptionists for GOTT,
The Galctic Organization of Trade And Truth
Are always welcoming the visitors
The diplomats, the hopefuls,
Who come in, and out,
And back up again.
It's a tiring job, but someone's gotta do it.
For a good cause, too.
Lumiere testifies to that
With steadfast obedience.
Think of the GOTT building as that
Of the World Trade Center
Of many centuries ago,
But way better than you'd ever imagine.
GOTT'S in his heaven,
All's well with the world.
That was a pun, by the way.
We work with Alv and Dvergr.
They are among the new notables who work
For GOTT. And they don't mess around.
They don't take any mess.
But that's what you have to do
To survive out here.
Either you fall in line, move along,
Or kiss your ass goodbye.
Me and Lumiere.
Assigned to Planet Dulon.
While those two do mop-up duty.
This guy,
Director Eclipse,
Is the man in charge
Of operations.
His schedule is tight as time
Should be.
So, here we are,
Heading to Dulon.
Lumiere gives me the 4-1-1
On the situation at hand
As my ears go blind
Like eyes doused with alcohol.
Well at least I get a break,
And they don't.
D-u-l-o-n spells relief.
And Lumiere is not amused.
As expected.
Here's a thing about me and Alv.
We don't get along well.
I don't know about it, but if I was Nostradamus,
Something that may happen soon
Could confirm the viscosity
Of the animosity.
Me and Lumiere, yeah,
THAT'S a better matchup.
Brawns and brains.
If there was two of me, I'd need one of her.
If there was two of her, I'd need three of me.
No, that's not right...I'm not a math savvy anyway,
But me and Lumiere? Our egos are just like that of
These two chicks, Kei and Yuri.
Whoever they are. Heh.
I'd beat their asses anytime.
This chick testifies to that.
And sometimes, I feel ill
When a twitch of fate
Comes out of the woodwork.
See, me and Lumiere
Fly this badass ship called
La Muse, and it has a mind of its own,
Kinda like a big sister in some ways,
But in the diminutive.
The big sister ego, in this case, is called
Wirbelwind.
Savvy, savvy, savvy.
What more can I say?
Service above self.
This ain't the Wild Blue Yonder,
This is space,
No longer the Final Frontier,
But a medium
Where those who live
Are obligated to tolerate
No matter the cost.
Anyway, this is the thing:
Dulon's bureaucracy was getting
A bit dirty. Greed and corruption
Taint this neck of the woods,
And it's GOTT'S job to be a watchdog,
Kinda like the UN, but on a much grander scale.
Financial, no less. Bread
And Butter.
I suppose a Second Coming
Would be welcoming.
But it hasn't arrived.
The human race is still human,
And with it comes corruption
By human nature.
They try to make war,
That's what Lumiere says
On the way there.
Rebellion is inevitable,
Not impossible.
Out here, the phrase "Nobles"
Is lingo for "Humans from Earth."
That planet is never abandoned.
As far as I know, it's already at peace,
But one can't be too sure.
The key word, again, is Humans.
They might feel corruption,
But there's no way it can happen now.
Lumiere is a Noble.
She has an ego.
You do the math.
I said to her,
We should look for a station to get to.
She agrees, but there's a catch.
There are some
Stealthed stragglers stalking,
And the budget is divided
Into uneven quarters.
They're all targets.
Suddenly, we're on our toes.
And I'm thinking,
Let's get this party started.
We get hit,
And after some identifications,
The head honcho, the Governor General
Addresses us.
Time to get the rebels out.
All range strike,
Here we go!
*
*
*
*
*
After some shoot-em-ups,
All quiet on the Dulon front.
After a visit,
Alv and Dvergr come back.
How amusing.
Once thing's for certain:
It's fun to NOT be
The Receptionists.
********
End Movement 1.
Right now, I'm putting in a poetry fic on the unlikely duo mentioned above. I may put a perspective on Alv and Dvergr later, but only if I can get more translations (and more inspirations) from the manga. Expect "lemon-flavored yuri" (self-explanatory. I think it's pseudo-borrowed) in between, or if it comes. No guarantees, though.
Enjoy this one. Oh, and if you don't want spoilers, GET THE %$#%$#^%$ OUT!
Just playin' wit ya. (grrr...) Enjoy!
********
"Aren't you such a catch?
What a prize!
Got a body like a battle axe,
Love that perfect frown,
Honest eyes;
We oughta buy you a Cadillac!"
-O.K.Go, "Get Over It"
Trampled Underfoot
Movement 1:
You GOTT It!
This is where I am.
Planet Aineias.
A result of the world
Being too much
For the human race.
Now it's spread
Across the universe
Like the prophet
John Lennon
Of the distant, yet tarnished
20th Century
Had prophesized
In his poetry through music.
It's just like Earth,
But a carbon copy.
Me and Lumiere,
Receptionists for GOTT,
The Galctic Organization of Trade And Truth
Are always welcoming the visitors
The diplomats, the hopefuls,
Who come in, and out,
And back up again.
It's a tiring job, but someone's gotta do it.
For a good cause, too.
Lumiere testifies to that
With steadfast obedience.
Think of the GOTT building as that
Of the World Trade Center
Of many centuries ago,
But way better than you'd ever imagine.
GOTT'S in his heaven,
All's well with the world.
That was a pun, by the way.
We work with Alv and Dvergr.
They are among the new notables who work
For GOTT. And they don't mess around.
They don't take any mess.
But that's what you have to do
To survive out here.
Either you fall in line, move along,
Or kiss your ass goodbye.
Me and Lumiere.
Assigned to Planet Dulon.
While those two do mop-up duty.
This guy,
Director Eclipse,
Is the man in charge
Of operations.
His schedule is tight as time
Should be.
So, here we are,
Heading to Dulon.
Lumiere gives me the 4-1-1
On the situation at hand
As my ears go blind
Like eyes doused with alcohol.
Well at least I get a break,
And they don't.
D-u-l-o-n spells relief.
And Lumiere is not amused.
As expected.
Here's a thing about me and Alv.
We don't get along well.
I don't know about it, but if I was Nostradamus,
Something that may happen soon
Could confirm the viscosity
Of the animosity.
Me and Lumiere, yeah,
THAT'S a better matchup.
Brawns and brains.
If there was two of me, I'd need one of her.
If there was two of her, I'd need three of me.
No, that's not right...I'm not a math savvy anyway,
But me and Lumiere? Our egos are just like that of
These two chicks, Kei and Yuri.
Whoever they are. Heh.
I'd beat their asses anytime.
This chick testifies to that.
And sometimes, I feel ill
When a twitch of fate
Comes out of the woodwork.
See, me and Lumiere
Fly this badass ship called
La Muse, and it has a mind of its own,
Kinda like a big sister in some ways,
But in the diminutive.
The big sister ego, in this case, is called
Wirbelwind.
Savvy, savvy, savvy.
What more can I say?
Service above self.
This ain't the Wild Blue Yonder,
This is space,
No longer the Final Frontier,
But a medium
Where those who live
Are obligated to tolerate
No matter the cost.
Anyway, this is the thing:
Dulon's bureaucracy was getting
A bit dirty. Greed and corruption
Taint this neck of the woods,
And it's GOTT'S job to be a watchdog,
Kinda like the UN, but on a much grander scale.
Financial, no less. Bread
And Butter.
I suppose a Second Coming
Would be welcoming.
But it hasn't arrived.
The human race is still human,
And with it comes corruption
By human nature.
They try to make war,
That's what Lumiere says
On the way there.
Rebellion is inevitable,
Not impossible.
Out here, the phrase "Nobles"
Is lingo for "Humans from Earth."
That planet is never abandoned.
As far as I know, it's already at peace,
But one can't be too sure.
The key word, again, is Humans.
They might feel corruption,
But there's no way it can happen now.
Lumiere is a Noble.
She has an ego.
You do the math.
I said to her,
We should look for a station to get to.
She agrees, but there's a catch.
There are some
Stealthed stragglers stalking,
And the budget is divided
Into uneven quarters.
They're all targets.
Suddenly, we're on our toes.
And I'm thinking,
Let's get this party started.
We get hit,
And after some identifications,
The head honcho, the Governor General
Addresses us.
Time to get the rebels out.
All range strike,
Here we go!
*
*
*
*
*
After some shoot-em-ups,
All quiet on the Dulon front.
After a visit,
Alv and Dvergr come back.
How amusing.
Once thing's for certain:
It's fun to NOT be
The Receptionists.
********
End Movement 1.