The Spicer Monologues

By: CrystallicSky

Disclaimer: I don't own Xiaolin Showdown or any of its characters, nor do I make any money off the writing of this.

Warnings: Language, sexual situations/implication, etc.

Notes: THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT- this story is part of a collab with Silvarbelle, in which she wrote as Chase Young and I wrote as Jack Spicer for an entire year of 'diary' entries. This project is already entirely finished on both of our ends. However, both on my deviantART account and my Fanfiction account, I am only posting this half of the story to roughly the midway point. This is because, for various reasons, Silvarbelle and I have decided to showcase the Diary Project exclusively on LiveJournal, at least in its completely finished form. See the A/N for more information.

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2/5/09-

Today wasn't a totally horrible day, though weird.

There was a Showdown over something; I didn't go because it was way too early and I was catching up on some sleep (of which I was so cruelly deprived yesterday).

Still a little freaked about the Naga lurking around my house.

I know we're at a stalemate kind of thing and he can't really do anything to me, but it's still unnerving to know he's around somewhere.

I was scrounging in the kitchen with Fin for some food this morning when all of a sudden, the thing pops up out of nowhere like, "O Y HALLO THAR."

I'm surprised Finnian didn't literally fall off my head. Furthermore, I'm surprised I didn't fall over period.

We bantered back and forth for awhile about whether Cheez-Its were an acceptable breakfast item while Fin desperately tried to become my hair.

In any case, judging by the conversation we had, Mr. Snake is quite snarky.

So that went on for about five minutes when I asked, rather politely, if he would consent to stop staring at me because it was seriously goddamn freaky.

He then proceeded to inform me, quite impolitely, that I shouldn't flatter myself and that he was looking at 'that tasty little morsel,' indicating Finnian.

Poor guy about died of fright, but I grabbed him and put him in my pocket where he couldn't be stared at; I think he appreciated that.

This, apparently, removed all interest Negriss had in remaining there, and he slithered off someplace else.

I maintain that he is a little creep.

I got back to working on the ToS v2 after the Cheez-It breakfast (take that, Snake-boy: I ate 'em anyway!) and I'm pretty much done at this point.

I went for an ear-piece/mouth-piece combo kind of thing: there's the one part that goes in the ear (the ear-piece, obviously) that can convert all mammalian and most reptilian (not amphibians, yet) brain waves into sound that the human brain can interpret as language and there's a piece that attaches to the roof of the mouth and converts human sounds into the general frequency that all animals can understand as they're being spoken.

Now I just need to take amphibians and the rest of the reptiles into account with the animal-to-human conversion, and it'll be about done! w00t!

In any case, I'll be keeping a closer eye on Finnian until I can get the surveillance system adapted to watch the snake better: I'm not letting some magic, scaly belt eat my damn pet.

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A/N: Continuing on from the above notes, this story will only be available in its entirety on LiveJournal. The Spicer Monologues (this half) can be found at tech(UNDERSCORE)lord dot livejournal dot com. Chase Young's Diary (the counterpart to this half) can be found at dragon(UNDERSCORE)lordcy dot livejournal dot com. In order to be able to read, you must have or make a LiveJournal account, which is completely free to do, and friend both journals so that I may friend you back. This was a safety filter meant to keep it so that only people who want to read (AKA, those who won't flame or report the story because they don't like it) can read. After you friend the journals and are friended back, all of the entries from both Jack and Chase's diaries will be available to you.

Other than that, I have nothing to say but I hope you enjoyed the story! :D