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Scene: Mid afternoon in the wilderness. After traveling for several hours, the forest's charms had long ago worn off. The slayers take a few moments to rest near a local stream but quickly become sidetracked. A semi circle has formed around one Gourry Gabriev. Amelia and Lina sit, transfixed, while Zel merely scratches his head in utter confusion.
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Amelia sighs, falling back onto the grass, "Tell us again Gourry."
Gourry grins, "Okay! Well, if you blow out a candle, the room gets dark, which is just as fast as the room became light when the candle was first lit. Therefore, the speed of light and dark are comparable and since we know the speed of light, we also know the speed of dark."
Amelia pauses, "Deep…very deep."
Lina voices her demand next, "Recite a poem for us, Gourry."
Gourry considers a moment, " There once was a man from Nantucket--"
"NOT THAT ONE!"
"Oh! … Twinkle, twinkle little bat, how I wonder where you're at, up above the world so high, like a feather caught in an updraft."
L&A: O.O "…Wow."
Encouraged by this, Gourry continues, but not before donning a beret and instructing a sarcastic Zelgadiss to play the bongos, "Is a fly without wings a walk? For without its namesake…is it any less of a fly? Why is it called a pair of pants if there's only one? Numbers only exist because they are needed, technically, the number line could end at a billion and no one would notice. Imaginary numbers don't exist, so why do we acknowledge them? X isn't really a letter, more of an "e" enhancer. If love isn't explicable, then how does it exist?"
Lina and Amelia, apparently overwhelmed, throw themselves into Gourry and Zel's arms.
With hands full, Gourry turned to Zel, "I told you poetry works better. You and your Ghettophonics class…"
"Don't be dissin my program yo, fore I bust a cap in yo ass. Besides, I could've got Amelia anyway…I COULD'VE!"
"Uh huh, sure."
"Shut up. My pimpin game can't be beat, I got girls just throwin themselves at me, as you can plainly see. I got it goin on and we all know it--"
Amelia quickly nods in testament to this fact.
"See?"
Gourry only rolls his eyes in response. He quickly scoops Lina into his arms and our heroes take off into the sunset, with Gourry promising to show her his "other sword of light."
Zel follows suit, promising to let Amelia have her fun," as long as you don't be sweatin a playa know what I mean?"
With this agreement in place, these two disappear from sight as well.
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I'M TAKING CONTRIBUTIONS!!!!!! Go ahead and submit, there's a good chance it'll get put in the next installment (OOC part II).
P.S for those of you who do fanart…I NEED A PICTURE OF ZEL AS A PIMP, you know: the cane, the leopard print cowboy hat with a feather, the fur coat…anyways I'd love to see it, or even Gourry as a beatnik would be good.
Scene: Mid afternoon in the wilderness. After traveling for several hours, the forest's charms had long ago worn off. The slayers take a few moments to rest near a local stream but quickly become sidetracked. A semi circle has formed around one Gourry Gabriev. Amelia and Lina sit, transfixed, while Zel merely scratches his head in utter confusion.
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Amelia sighs, falling back onto the grass, "Tell us again Gourry."
Gourry grins, "Okay! Well, if you blow out a candle, the room gets dark, which is just as fast as the room became light when the candle was first lit. Therefore, the speed of light and dark are comparable and since we know the speed of light, we also know the speed of dark."
Amelia pauses, "Deep…very deep."
Lina voices her demand next, "Recite a poem for us, Gourry."
Gourry considers a moment, " There once was a man from Nantucket--"
"NOT THAT ONE!"
"Oh! … Twinkle, twinkle little bat, how I wonder where you're at, up above the world so high, like a feather caught in an updraft."
L&A: O.O "…Wow."
Encouraged by this, Gourry continues, but not before donning a beret and instructing a sarcastic Zelgadiss to play the bongos, "Is a fly without wings a walk? For without its namesake…is it any less of a fly? Why is it called a pair of pants if there's only one? Numbers only exist because they are needed, technically, the number line could end at a billion and no one would notice. Imaginary numbers don't exist, so why do we acknowledge them? X isn't really a letter, more of an "e" enhancer. If love isn't explicable, then how does it exist?"
Lina and Amelia, apparently overwhelmed, throw themselves into Gourry and Zel's arms.
With hands full, Gourry turned to Zel, "I told you poetry works better. You and your Ghettophonics class…"
"Don't be dissin my program yo, fore I bust a cap in yo ass. Besides, I could've got Amelia anyway…I COULD'VE!"
"Uh huh, sure."
"Shut up. My pimpin game can't be beat, I got girls just throwin themselves at me, as you can plainly see. I got it goin on and we all know it--"
Amelia quickly nods in testament to this fact.
"See?"
Gourry only rolls his eyes in response. He quickly scoops Lina into his arms and our heroes take off into the sunset, with Gourry promising to show her his "other sword of light."
Zel follows suit, promising to let Amelia have her fun," as long as you don't be sweatin a playa know what I mean?"
With this agreement in place, these two disappear from sight as well.
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I'M TAKING CONTRIBUTIONS!!!!!! Go ahead and submit, there's a good chance it'll get put in the next installment (OOC part II).
P.S for those of you who do fanart…I NEED A PICTURE OF ZEL AS A PIMP, you know: the cane, the leopard print cowboy hat with a feather, the fur coat…anyways I'd love to see it, or even Gourry as a beatnik would be good.