~TRIGGER WARNING: BORDERLINE PEDOPHILIA IN NARRATION~
*Shades sits in the riffing chamber in utter silence; the lights are on, the computer hums softly, but in an unusual twist for the Library, nothing of importance, or even silliness, appears to be happening*
Shades: …Hm? Oh, I’m just waiting. I was told that I had a surprise coming. It’s been… about six hours now, so I’m a little bit worried that I’ve been led on. That, or bloody Bifocals is busy making some horrible new device to kill me with under the pretense of it being a gift. But, fuck it, it’s Christmas, or it will be in three days, so-
*SC, dressed in an ill-fitting Santa costume, bursts through the door and hurls an overly large, bulging red velvet bag at Shades, before quickly slamming the door and locking several hundred varieties of lock, including a solid steel bar through the handles*
Shades: Bloody hell!
Open the bag, you’re welcome for the present, this was all Contacts’ fault.
Shades: I don’t want to open the fucking bag! You said Contacts! And you’re barring the door! That always means bad things!
Look, you little shit, I may or may not be accessory to one of the worst-planned heists in the history of mankind, and for all I know, a platoon of Asari soldiers could be on their way in force as we speak. Apparently, this is Contacts’ Christmas gift to you, so open the fucking bag so that I can dispose of the evidence, tell Contacts you got your present, get General Skullfucker and her Merry Band of Commandos off my ass, and never speak of this day again!
Shades: How did you get wrapped up in a heist?!
OPEN THE GOD DAMNED BAG!
*Shades undoes the knot in the rope tied around the bag and dumps out dozens upon dozens of military-grade firearms – notably, these firearms appear to be of sleek, though alien, design*
Shades: …What was the heist?
Contacts broke into a major weapons distributor on Thessia.
He heard you say that you thought Asari firearms looked neat.
Shades: How did you get involved?
He threw the bag at me while looking for a hiding spot.
Shades: I mean, I’m flattered, but we’re going to have to fake our deaths and change our names.
Cain: Hello, everyone, and welcome to the replacement for lasagna-filled monotony. Of course, it comes in the form of a RWBY fic that immediately set off mental alarm bells for me with its summary.
Sorry about the parts i made it far to long i’ll make chapter two shorter if asked it won’t be as long with that out of the way
Addicted Reader to MarissaTheWriter scale of correct usage of the English language: A firm Sadielover1470
Cain: Do you know what I simply adore? Conversational summaries.
Hello, gracious Patrons!
I hope everyone has been having a fantastic new year so far, because I’m back with another Reader fic. This one comes to us from the Ouran High School Host Club section of ff.net and, as you can tell from that trainwreck of a title, it features my favorite character Kyoya-senpai!
Let’s take a look at the summary, shall we?
You become best friends with the host club, the whole time not knowing Kyoya’s enormous crush on you.
:barely suppressed fangirl squee:
Ummm, sorry. Please continue.
When things finally start to happen between you two, both yours and Kyoya’s father separate you due to social standing. What does fate have in store for you two love birds?
Looks like someone’s been dipping into the Big-Bag-O-Overused-Romance-Tropes. Too bad they did make a pit stop at the Grammar Shop.
It looks like I’m going to become besties with the entire host club, Kyoya-senpai is going to fall madly in love with me :squee!: but unfortunately our families are going to split us up because contrived circumstances are contrived. After that we’ll either die tragically in a double suicide a la Romeo and Juliet, or we’ll get together despite our parents being assholes. That’s asking a lot of a one chapter fic.
Better buckle in, Patrons; I have a feeling that things are going to get fast and stupid.
Title: Tensei II
Author: The KittyCorn Nation (two author-conglomerate known as Monochrome Lynx and Seven Silver)
Genre: Adventure / Friendship
URL: Chapter Three
Lyle Koori and Hekai
*Koori peeks her head into Lyle’s office, glances around, then slips in*
Koori: Good morning, everyone. *looks around again* Uhm. I honestly don’t know where Miss Lyle is today, which is worrisome since I’m supposed to be really good at gathering information and this is making me look horribly incompetent. *fidgets and chews on her bottom lip* I’d go looking for her some more but, according to my contact, I’m supposed to take her place in the riffing chamber should something like this happen. But don’t worry too much, patrons; my host-clan, the Batá no Ninja, are out searching diligently for her. And Lina said as soon as the morning rush ends, she’ll dispatch a couple baristas to aid in the search and rescue efforts.
In the meantime, I’m just going to take over here. Shouldn’t be too hard, right? I’ve done this before, although never on my own. Let’s see here…
*sits down in Lyle’s chair and flips through some notecards*
Last time, we discovered that Alice was a better writer than Echinoderm, although she still needs some work. Her character was reborn as part of the branch family of the Nara clan that the author made up. But that’s okay, because she made a joke about it that Lyle liked. Alice was from a happy family and well loved. She does have some weird defect dealing with chakra that wasn’t very clear but it sounds like she absorbs it from around her but can’t produce it herself. I think. Uhm. Anyway, we ended last chapter with her having some sort of panic attack, even though she was three, or five. That part wasn’t clear, either.
*taps her cards on the desk for a moment*
Right. Let’s continue with the story itself!