Yello. I am slightly disappointed. Though the lack of hits/reviews is to be expected of such a random fic. There really is a plot/purpose to this story. It's actually a really good story to read BEFORE you read any of my others, it introduces all of my OCs and it kinda explains how I write/think and the personalities of my OCs.
I am alone a lot of the time, and I create characters, they talk to each other. It's fun because I like pitting them against each other. (I know I'm nuts, I'll admit it. Don't try and commit me, they won't take me.)
The other thing that I need to point out, is that each character I create is kinda an overexagerated facet of my personality. So each one of these characters is a small part of me, taken to the extreme.
Now that I've rambled on and on, enjoy! And PLEASE ask questions, they fule this fire that is my insanity.
"Hello again!" ThymeWaster's perky voice could be heard in the dark room. "We have a small technical difficulty with the lights, but hopefully it will be back up and running soon. For now, let's move on to the questions we got from some interested readers!"
"Ya know, you really shouldn't call them that." Eternity chided her. "They are your two best friends, and they only did it because you begged them."
"Well, everyone has to start somewhere." Thyme's reassuring smile was lost in the darkness.
"Thank you. Now, our first Question is from1337StargateFan, she asks "Can any of you pat your head and rub your stomach at the same time?"" The lights suddenly flipped on to show Eternity banging her head against the desk and Kisa glaring at ThymeWaster.
Thyme sat happily in her chair, smiling and eager to answer. Ami looked deeply confused, and Natsko was attempting to pat her head and rub her stomach. "Anyone want to answer that one?"
There was an awkward silence. Then Thyme spoke up. "I can, but only if I concentrate really, really hard."
"What about the rest of you?" ThymeWaster flinched and recoiled, as Eternity was supposed to answer next.
"What kind of moronic question is that?!" The mutant yelled out. "Of course I can! Geez, You'd think that she'd assume that! All mutants can do that!" she folded her arms across her chest and sulked back in her chair.
Kisa watched Eternity's tirade and looked amused. When she finished, Kisa looked over at ThymeWaster with a sarcastic grin. "I can't, but I know Hikaru can, he asked me the same thing a few months ago. He felt the need to show off his talent. Honestly though, what does that have to do with anything?"
ThymeWaster shrugged. "I told them they could ask you guys anything. I guess she took that literally. Next!"
Ami raised an eyebrow and watched Natsko, who was still attempting the amazing feat of coordination. "I've never tried. It never seemed important." She gave it a quick try, feeling completely idiotic. "No, I can't do it."
"Ok then, Natsko, you've been trying for some time now, what's the verdict?" Natsko stopped patting her head and looked at ThymeWaster with a curious face. "When Thyme and Eternity were talking, I could do it, when Kisa and Ami were talking, I couldn't. I think I can do it if someone else can, but not if they can't. Does that make sense?"
"Not really." Eternity mumbled. Kisa laughed.
ThymeWaster cleared her throat and the lights cut out again. "Well, please excuse the lighting. We have another question from another OC! Rebecca, from QuietHermione's story "Of Mortal Dread and Sapphires" asks (for Eternity): "How do you put up with some of those munants? Some of them seem like a pain in the neck and NONE of them can understand all your powers? How do you keep from slashing them all to shreds?! Cuz trust me, there's this one guy-well, actually, there's several-that I would SO slash if I had your claws...""
Eternity grinned; though in the dark it couldn't be seen. A "shing" noise was heard, the distinctive sound of extending claws. "Who do you want me to kill?" She asked a little too eagerly.
"That wasn't the question."
"Fine." The sound was heard again as her claws were retracted. "I put up with them because I have to. I live with them. Plus, they understand me better than those normal people. Ugh, don't get me started on them! As for the slashing them to pieces, the professor won't let me." The lights switched back on, and Kisa and Thyme were noticeably farther away from Eternity than before.
"I would if I could, but I can't." She sulked again. Apparently this was a very depressing thought for her.
Natsko looked over at her, horrified. "How could you say that?!" She burst out. "Killing people is no laughing matter!"
"Says the wife of a master ninja." Kisa glared at Natsko, who blushed profusely and sat back down. The lights cut off again.
"WHAT THE HECK!?!?!" Eternity and Kisa yelled out unison. "WHO'S MESSING WITH THE LIGHTS?!"
Another "shing" could be heard. "If you keep saying what I say, I swear I'll kill you!"
"Eternity! Calm Down!" Thyme yelled at her as if she were a three year old. A lot of thuds and scraping was heard and the lights clicked back on.
Kisa was hiding behind Ami and Natsko, who were both posed to defend her. She was the only one in the group without some special combat training or powers.
Eternity was on the floor, pinned down by Thyme, who was on her hands and knees over her. She kept blinking to stop time around the mutant and keep her from getting away.
If the imminent death of one of her characters wasn't a threat, ThymeWaster would have burst out in hysterics. As the situation stood, she thought that the best course of action was to find out who was messing with the lights.
She left, hoping that Thyme had things under control, and found the control room, a strange back room with lots of switches and knobs. "Who's messing with the lights?!" She asked the seemingly empty room.
"I was just playing with the dials. I wanted to know what they did." The blonde walked out from behind a large soundboard. She was tall, with almost white hair and green eyes.
"Thalia? What are you doing here?" ThymeWaster seemed surprised.
"I want in! I'm an OC, and you didn't invite me." She gave the reluctant author the biggest puppy-dog eyes anyone had ever seen.
"You know I can't. If I let you in, we have to track down Urania, and if we track her down we have WAY too many characters, plus, I already have Kisa, and her story hasn't been written, I can't have another unknown on the panel."
Thalia pouted. "Fine. But I'm staying here until you get me a story and then you will HAVE to put me in the panel."
"Fine. Just leave the lights alone, please." ThymeWaster left the girl pouting in the control room and returned to the main room to see that all the panelists were back in their seats, though Kisa was watching Eternity warily.
"I'm sorry about the lights. It won't happen again. Now, I think that's it, so until next week, this is your OC Advice Panel! Please, PLEASE ask us some questions!" With that, the lights went out, intentionally, and the chapter ended.
Thalia is very special to my friend's in California. She is my Harry Potter character, and she has some... issues. I'm not going to post her story because it KINDA resembles Titan's Child in a weird way. I'm not sure how most of you would take it, and it would probably be rated "M".