Disclaimer: El Hazard is owned by AIC/Pioneer LDC. ::waves hand in a
Jedi-like manner:: There is no money here, this is not the author you're
looking for.
His Cup Runneth O'er
El Hazard is a world of adventure. It is a world with Shadows, Bugrom,
Demon Gods and dimensional weapons of extraordinary power. In such a
world many strange and wonderful things have happened. Some of them,
wild adventures that will be sung by poets for ages to come. Then there
are the stories that are quickly forgotten, brushed aside as the ramblings
of drunkards, only to be remembered by the unfortunate souls that were
caught up in the event.
Makoto Mizuhara, Masamichi Fujisawa, Shayla-Shayla, Nanami Jinnai, Afura
Mann, and Miz Fujisawa sat at a table of one of the oldest bars in Roshtaria
together, discussing the Eye of God. Makoto had been researching it, in the
hopes of finding a way to return home. He had gained much understanding but
still did not have the information that was vital for him to reach his
destination.
When the Eye of God is activated it spreads destruction through the land by
creating controlled, short lived, miniature dimensional portals. These
portals link two dimensions, generally causing the matter they contact to
break up between the two, but occasionally causing the being to be
transferred. At least, that is the way it works when operated as a weapon
by the Roshtarian princesses.
Their lack of success in finding any more about the original use of the Eye
was frustrating. Fujisawa motioned a waitress over half-heartedly. "Give
us a round... on me."
The waitress nodded, and came back a few minutes later with six glasses of
Roshtarian wine.
Makoto was pensive as he took a sip from his glass, "If only I knew the
intentions of the ancient people of El Hazard when they brought the other
races here. If I knew whether it was by choice or by accident I could
plan out a strategy for using the device."
"It just doesn't make sense!" Fujisawa squeezed too hard when reaching for
his glass and cried out in dismay as its alcoholic contents spilled across
the floor.
Mr. Fujisawa's strength was well known throughout Roshtaria as was his love
of alcohol, so the waitress was quick to act. She decided to get one of the
older cups out of the back that were a little sturdier. She noticed how dark
it was as she walked into the back room to the box where they had put the old
dishes, and moved the collection of things that had been set on top of it.
She lifted off the lid and sifted through the dishes until she found a sturdy
brown mug. She walked with it back to the bar and set it down while she
reached for the wine.
Just as she was about to pour, the only other waitress there, who had been
wiping up the spill, walked up to her. "Man, I wish they'd go home so I
could. I really wanted to turn in early tonight."
The first waitress smiled at her, "Yeah, I know, but at least these guys are
known to be good tippers."
"I guess, oh hey, you've already got the glass ready. I'll just take it to
them."
As the second waitress left, the first felt a very odd feeling come over her.
She brushed it aside. I guess I must have poured the wine while I was talking,
she thought to herself.
Makoto's party had given up talking about the Eye for now and were reminiscing
about the arrival of the Earthlings and the craziness that ensued. They only
paused a brief moment while Mr. Fujisawa accepted his replacement cup, and then
continued.
Makoto seemed to have forgotten his earlier frustration as he related his story,
"Yeah, when we first got here, the first person.... thing we saw, didn't seem
like it could give us very good directions." They laughed and Makoto started
doing an impression of the animal. He waddled away from the table and back
saying, "Ba bomb bom, ba bom bom."
Shayla laughed loudly, "The first thing you saw was a...a..." She was laughing
too hard to finish.
"So even now we're not going to find out what it was, Makoto." More laughing
came of this comment. Mr. Fujisawa took a long drink from his glass and
prepared to wave someone over for a refill. His hand stopped halfway up as he
realized that his cup was still half full. That cup must have been deeper than
it looked, he rationalized.
As the night went on they exchanged more stories. They talked about Jinnai and
his antics. Makoto told them about the circumstances of their departure from
Earth (Nanami was upset that Jinnai had found her letter stash but she felt much
better after hearing about how Makoto had broken that board over his head). After
they were a little more inebriated, Shayla shared a little about her adventures
in avoiding Alielle and Fatora.
One by one they excused themselves until only Shayla and Mr. Fujisawa remained,
enjoying their drinks. Shayla glanced at the teacher, "You haven't drunk much
tonight, have you?"
"Haven't I?"
"I haven't noticed you get a single refill."
"Hmm, yeah, now that you mention it. I think I noticed earlier that I didn't
seem to be running out."
Shayla leaned over the cup as Mr. Fujisawa averted his eyes and made sure that
Miz was not observing him somewhere. "Hey! After all this time it's still just
half empty!"
"So it is, hours later and it's still half full," he said, impressed. "You guys
have some of the greatest gadgets in Roshtaria."
"I've never heard of a cup that didn't run out before. About time something
this useful came out." She paused, "How does it taste?"
He took a sip, "You know, it doesn't taste anything like Roshtarian wine."
"Let me try," she grabbed the cup from him. "You're right, it doesn't. Why
didn't you notice earlier?"
"It may not be Roshtarian wine, but it's not bad. Why should I complain about
it?"
Shayla did not know if that would generally sound reasonable but tonight she
did not have a problem with it. "Do you... wanna see how far it goes?"
"You're on. First one to see the bottom or the last one standing, wins!"
The two waitresses watched in awe and resignation as the two contestants
finally got to 'serious' drinking. They passed the cup back and forth,
seemingly faster and faster. The rhythm of the exchange was enough to
hypnotize the two exhausted waitresses and they were in a trance before
they had a chance to notice that they never paused to refill their cup.
The next morning, Mr. Fujisawa awoke to see the face of Miz. There was
an odd combination of expressions on the water priestess' face and Mr.
Fujisawa got the distinct impression that being a bachelor had saved
his life.
Shayla came to shortly afterwards and sat up slowly, rubbing her head,
"...who won?"
"I've no idea but... the cup! Where's the cup?!"
Shayla and Fujisawa started crawling around, looking for the cup under the
bar and tables. When it was not to be found they began questioning the
employees.
"I don't know anything about it. The night crew always cleans things up
before they leave. They must have put it away."
"Let me look for it," Mr. Fujisawa's eyes were a little wild as he thought
about the wonderful cup that did not run out of alcohol. The intimidated
waitress led him to the cupboard and opened it for him to search through.
"It wasn't like any of these...don't you have any different kind of cups?"
"Not that I know of, we've used these as long as I've been working here."
She looked at him, "What's so special about this cup anyway?"
He looked down at her, preparing to answer. That was when he realized what
he would sound like if he told her the truth, or what he thought was the
truth. "Oh, nothing," he laughed a little nervously, "I just don't like it
when things seem to disappear. Brings back strange memories, if you know
what I mean," he smiled. The girl couldn't help smiling back. What strange
people these Earthlings were.
When the Eye of God is activated it spreads destruction through the land by
creating controlled, short lived, miniature dimensional portals. These
portals link two dimensions, generally causing the matter they contact to
break up between the two but occasionally causing the matter to be transferred.
One of these portals found itself between two sympathetic dimensions: A cup,
and a brewery. Because of this sympathetic connection the portal was able to
remain in existence, while the others faded away.
Author's note: This fic was just meant to be a bit of fun. I hope you enjoyed it and I
hope to hear from you.
At this point I'd like to thank my wonderful proofreaders, the fabulous Dooky chan and
the great Random. Without them I never would have had this story posted.
Arigatoo gozaimasu!
Jedi-like manner:: There is no money here, this is not the author you're
looking for.
His Cup Runneth O'er
El Hazard is a world of adventure. It is a world with Shadows, Bugrom,
Demon Gods and dimensional weapons of extraordinary power. In such a
world many strange and wonderful things have happened. Some of them,
wild adventures that will be sung by poets for ages to come. Then there
are the stories that are quickly forgotten, brushed aside as the ramblings
of drunkards, only to be remembered by the unfortunate souls that were
caught up in the event.
Makoto Mizuhara, Masamichi Fujisawa, Shayla-Shayla, Nanami Jinnai, Afura
Mann, and Miz Fujisawa sat at a table of one of the oldest bars in Roshtaria
together, discussing the Eye of God. Makoto had been researching it, in the
hopes of finding a way to return home. He had gained much understanding but
still did not have the information that was vital for him to reach his
destination.
When the Eye of God is activated it spreads destruction through the land by
creating controlled, short lived, miniature dimensional portals. These
portals link two dimensions, generally causing the matter they contact to
break up between the two, but occasionally causing the being to be
transferred. At least, that is the way it works when operated as a weapon
by the Roshtarian princesses.
Their lack of success in finding any more about the original use of the Eye
was frustrating. Fujisawa motioned a waitress over half-heartedly. "Give
us a round... on me."
The waitress nodded, and came back a few minutes later with six glasses of
Roshtarian wine.
Makoto was pensive as he took a sip from his glass, "If only I knew the
intentions of the ancient people of El Hazard when they brought the other
races here. If I knew whether it was by choice or by accident I could
plan out a strategy for using the device."
"It just doesn't make sense!" Fujisawa squeezed too hard when reaching for
his glass and cried out in dismay as its alcoholic contents spilled across
the floor.
Mr. Fujisawa's strength was well known throughout Roshtaria as was his love
of alcohol, so the waitress was quick to act. She decided to get one of the
older cups out of the back that were a little sturdier. She noticed how dark
it was as she walked into the back room to the box where they had put the old
dishes, and moved the collection of things that had been set on top of it.
She lifted off the lid and sifted through the dishes until she found a sturdy
brown mug. She walked with it back to the bar and set it down while she
reached for the wine.
Just as she was about to pour, the only other waitress there, who had been
wiping up the spill, walked up to her. "Man, I wish they'd go home so I
could. I really wanted to turn in early tonight."
The first waitress smiled at her, "Yeah, I know, but at least these guys are
known to be good tippers."
"I guess, oh hey, you've already got the glass ready. I'll just take it to
them."
As the second waitress left, the first felt a very odd feeling come over her.
She brushed it aside. I guess I must have poured the wine while I was talking,
she thought to herself.
Makoto's party had given up talking about the Eye for now and were reminiscing
about the arrival of the Earthlings and the craziness that ensued. They only
paused a brief moment while Mr. Fujisawa accepted his replacement cup, and then
continued.
Makoto seemed to have forgotten his earlier frustration as he related his story,
"Yeah, when we first got here, the first person.... thing we saw, didn't seem
like it could give us very good directions." They laughed and Makoto started
doing an impression of the animal. He waddled away from the table and back
saying, "Ba bomb bom, ba bom bom."
Shayla laughed loudly, "The first thing you saw was a...a..." She was laughing
too hard to finish.
"So even now we're not going to find out what it was, Makoto." More laughing
came of this comment. Mr. Fujisawa took a long drink from his glass and
prepared to wave someone over for a refill. His hand stopped halfway up as he
realized that his cup was still half full. That cup must have been deeper than
it looked, he rationalized.
As the night went on they exchanged more stories. They talked about Jinnai and
his antics. Makoto told them about the circumstances of their departure from
Earth (Nanami was upset that Jinnai had found her letter stash but she felt much
better after hearing about how Makoto had broken that board over his head). After
they were a little more inebriated, Shayla shared a little about her adventures
in avoiding Alielle and Fatora.
One by one they excused themselves until only Shayla and Mr. Fujisawa remained,
enjoying their drinks. Shayla glanced at the teacher, "You haven't drunk much
tonight, have you?"
"Haven't I?"
"I haven't noticed you get a single refill."
"Hmm, yeah, now that you mention it. I think I noticed earlier that I didn't
seem to be running out."
Shayla leaned over the cup as Mr. Fujisawa averted his eyes and made sure that
Miz was not observing him somewhere. "Hey! After all this time it's still just
half empty!"
"So it is, hours later and it's still half full," he said, impressed. "You guys
have some of the greatest gadgets in Roshtaria."
"I've never heard of a cup that didn't run out before. About time something
this useful came out." She paused, "How does it taste?"
He took a sip, "You know, it doesn't taste anything like Roshtarian wine."
"Let me try," she grabbed the cup from him. "You're right, it doesn't. Why
didn't you notice earlier?"
"It may not be Roshtarian wine, but it's not bad. Why should I complain about
it?"
Shayla did not know if that would generally sound reasonable but tonight she
did not have a problem with it. "Do you... wanna see how far it goes?"
"You're on. First one to see the bottom or the last one standing, wins!"
The two waitresses watched in awe and resignation as the two contestants
finally got to 'serious' drinking. They passed the cup back and forth,
seemingly faster and faster. The rhythm of the exchange was enough to
hypnotize the two exhausted waitresses and they were in a trance before
they had a chance to notice that they never paused to refill their cup.
The next morning, Mr. Fujisawa awoke to see the face of Miz. There was
an odd combination of expressions on the water priestess' face and Mr.
Fujisawa got the distinct impression that being a bachelor had saved
his life.
Shayla came to shortly afterwards and sat up slowly, rubbing her head,
"...who won?"
"I've no idea but... the cup! Where's the cup?!"
Shayla and Fujisawa started crawling around, looking for the cup under the
bar and tables. When it was not to be found they began questioning the
employees.
"I don't know anything about it. The night crew always cleans things up
before they leave. They must have put it away."
"Let me look for it," Mr. Fujisawa's eyes were a little wild as he thought
about the wonderful cup that did not run out of alcohol. The intimidated
waitress led him to the cupboard and opened it for him to search through.
"It wasn't like any of these...don't you have any different kind of cups?"
"Not that I know of, we've used these as long as I've been working here."
She looked at him, "What's so special about this cup anyway?"
He looked down at her, preparing to answer. That was when he realized what
he would sound like if he told her the truth, or what he thought was the
truth. "Oh, nothing," he laughed a little nervously, "I just don't like it
when things seem to disappear. Brings back strange memories, if you know
what I mean," he smiled. The girl couldn't help smiling back. What strange
people these Earthlings were.
When the Eye of God is activated it spreads destruction through the land by
creating controlled, short lived, miniature dimensional portals. These
portals link two dimensions, generally causing the matter they contact to
break up between the two but occasionally causing the matter to be transferred.
One of these portals found itself between two sympathetic dimensions: A cup,
and a brewery. Because of this sympathetic connection the portal was able to
remain in existence, while the others faded away.
Author's note: This fic was just meant to be a bit of fun. I hope you enjoyed it and I
hope to hear from you.
At this point I'd like to thank my wonderful proofreaders, the fabulous Dooky chan and
the great Random. Without them I never would have had this story posted.
Arigatoo gozaimasu!