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Kalloway ([personal profile] kalloway) wrote in [community profile] monthlysupergo2017-06-12 06:16 pm

June 2017 - Weekly Prompt 2 (15MinuteFiclets)

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This week's prompt: COUNTER



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taichara: (Desert's Jewelbox -- spooky ~)

[personal profile] taichara 2017-06-14 02:39 pm (UTC)(link)
AO3 again:

Neue Regel
Gundam Wing: Duo Maxwell
433 words
allekha: (Young Victor waving)

Yuri on Ice, Victor

[personal profile] allekha 2017-06-16 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)

If Victor is going to be in Japan (and really, he feels like he could live here the rest of his life, even if there are things he misses about Saint Petersburg), he ought to learn Japanese so he can talk to people besides Yuuri and Mari and Minako and the Nishigoris. Like the fishermen on the bridge, or the people in the shops, or Yuuri's parents.

Victor has always been good at picking up languages, French and English and smatterings of Italian and German. He buys a textbook and speeds through it, cheerfully applying every lesson to his newfound everyday life.

This lesson is all about counting, so Victor counts. Hitori, futari, sannin. One person, two people, three people. When Yuuri skates, he's hitori. When Victor coaches him, they practice futari. When Yuuko takes off from the front desk to watch them, they're sannin. Easy.

He surprises Minako buy ordering beer at her small bar by the hai. He puts an expression of relief on the face of the girl working at the post office who doesn't speak English when he orders stamps by the mai so he can send Mila postcards like she teasingly suggested he should. (There's one for Yuri in there, too, with a traditional-style picture of a cat on it.)

One day, he's browsing through a bookstore when he happens to spot a rack displaying CDs. CDs that have Yuuri's face on them, his expression gentle, alongside that of another young man that Victor doesn't recognize. He can only read half the title – something about a goodnight series? But of course he has to buy it.

Later, when they're talking in his room, Victor remembers it and dives for his bag to pull it out. "Yuuri! What's this?"

Yuuri goes bright red and tries to snatch it away, but Victor is quicker than that. "It's, um. There was this thing, it's called Hitsuji de oyasumi. Goodnight with sheep. Basically, two people are recorded having some light conversation in-between counting sheep. I don't know why people buy it, please don't listen—"

Too late. Victor's already popped open the CD tray on his laptop. Yuuri covers his face as the CD loads, and sure enough, there's his voice, soft and lower than usual. "Who's the other person?"

"An actual voice actor. Apparently he likes skating,"

Victor can't parse most of the conversation, so he skips ahead. What was this about sheep counting? Ah, here it is, in Yuuri's voice again: "Hitsuji ga ippiki. Hitsuji ga nihiki." And on and on.

"Victor," Yuuri whines, hands still covering half his face – they've slid down enough that Yuuri can make begging eyes at him.

"Okay, okay. I don't like listening to recordings of myself, either." Does anyone? He pauses the CD and watches Yuuri's shoulders sink with relief.

That night, though, as he strokes Makkachin's fur (she's another hiki, according to his textbook), he listens to Yuuri's parts of the CD and counts along: one sheep, two sheep, three sheep....

sashataakheru: (Default)

Untitled, Original Fiction

[personal profile] sashataakheru 2017-06-21 04:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"Move your feet! You are like lightning, the way Seteni rages across the sands! Move!"

The voice of her teacher pierced Jaran's mind amidst the blows of the spears and swords she was dodging and blocking with her shields. This was always the part of training she was worst at. She could charge an army and slaughter like Masrai, but this, defending herself, moving with the shields as if they were one, and not fragile, thin, pieces of wood strapped to her arms, that was much harder.

It was true, they had never broken. Still, when a spear hit her left arm harder than she was anticipating, the reverberations shook her, and she stumbled, almost losing her footing.

"Aya! Are you trying to kill me?" Jaran cried as she ducked and attempted to regain the upper hand.

Aya laughed in reply. "Eyah, Jaran, you are too slow with your feet! Look, do not hide where you cannot see!"

Jaran took the insult for what it was, and while this burst of energy spurred her into a more ferocious defence, it was messy, it wasn't well-executed, and she ended up tripping on a spear and falling on her arse in the sand.

Merkarba tutted as she pulled Jaran up. "What do I keep telling you? You need to see, do not just look! How is it you are so timid behind your shields when you lead an army without a complaint?"

Jaran brushed herself off and adjusted the shields, trying to find an answer. In many ways, they were inadequate for what some might consider proper defense. But they weren't meant to push an army back. These were to protect you when you were flying over their heads instead.

"I just - I do not understand these fighting shields. This is not how I fight," Jaran said as she carefully slid them off her arms.

Merkarba swatted her across the back of her head. "You have the heart of a lion, of a Nisuwer in your body. If you are to be chief, you must know these things."

Jaran shook her head. "Ghesi, show me again. I will watch this time. I will see. I just - I need to understand how it works. I cannot do that while I am fighting."

Ghesi stepped forward, smiling with the expression of someone who'd done this too many times already, but since they were bondmates, Ghesi had never really taken it personally. "I am agile as a gazelle. You watch me this time, and I mean really watch me. I will show you how to fly."

Jaran stepped back and watched Ghesi slide the shields onto her arms. They sat across the forearms, no wider than that, but they covered half her body. The skill in fighting with them was to know how to move them in such a way that you could use them to cover you while you returned fire. It was just one too many things for Jaran to coordinate. But then she fought with a spear. Ghesi, she was a master of the bow, and that lent itself much more naturally to the shields.

"Alright, Ghesi, we drill one more time before dusk. Go!" Merkarba said.

Ghesi was in the air before they had time to react, and gave them no opportunity to close in around her the way they tended to do to Jaran. Ghesi leapt all around them, fending off their attacks, and landing some blows of her own. Jaran had never seen anyone move so quickly. Ghesi moved like the wind, like the sand demons Seteni sends to rage through the desert. She is too fast for them.
anaraine: A crop of Otoh Gunga (Gunga City); the largest underwater Gungan city on Naboo. ([star wars] otoh gunga)

[personal profile] anaraine 2017-07-01 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
A Fruit as Sweet by [personal profile] anaraine
~400words | PG13 | Star Wars: The Clone Wars | Cut/Suu Lawquane
The kids are in bed, the front door is bolted and Suu has been sending him looks all night long.