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drunkenpandaren) wrote2006-05-24 10:25 pm
drunkenpandaren) wrote2006-05-24 10:25 pm
Ahahahahahahaa!
Element: Earth is DONE. Well, mostly anyhow. Please reply to insanity here so that I have a good idea when it happens. Anyone who wants a copy per say ask me for it since it's HUGE. 72 pages of pure fun. Glee!
http://p092.ezboard.com/fthediariesuniversefrm15.showMessage?topicID=145.topic
yeah, it's so big, LJ won't let me post it here. Wheeeeeee.
Edit: 12:24 AM
Just had to put this up. Don't know where it came from, but it put me into a peal of hysterical laughter. And before you ask, YES these are tidbits of the heavily revised Element: Fire.
http://p092.ezboard.com/fthediariesuniversefrm15.showMessage?topicID=145.topic
yeah, it's so big, LJ won't let me post it here. Wheeeeeee.
Edit: 12:24 AM
Just had to put this up. Don't know where it came from, but it put me into a peal of hysterical laughter. And before you ask, YES these are tidbits of the heavily revised Element: Fire.
"I think it makes you look dangerous. Rowr!" Hay Lin laughed and Taranee joined in, albeit nervously. "Speaking of outfits, did you get one worked out for the Halloween dance? It's in two days."
"I'm not really a costume type of girl though," pointed out Taranee. "What COULD I wear that doesn't make me look all frumpy?"
"Well you could always join Irma in the crusade," said Hay Lin, earning a blank stare from Taranee. Then, without warning a mini-skirted, sailor suited girl burst into the basement and posing dramatically.
"Evil beware, Sailor Irma is here!" cried Irma, posing in full costume. "Hay Lin, the outfit's PERFECT!"
"I'm glad you like it," grinned Hay Lin as Taranee tried to compose herself before her jaw hit the basement floor. "Taranee, Sailor Irma. Sailor Irma, Taranee."
=====
"Will? Will! Pink Perky-MPPH!" Faster than coherent thought, Will slapped her hand over Irma's mouth before she could continue that hideously embarrassing nickname her mother gave her, and Irma licked her hand. As Will yelped and tried to wring her hand of Irma-slobber, the girl added, "The guy is waiting for us at the store front. We need to purchase our things and go."
"Go?" asked Will and the clock read six fifty-eight. "GAH!"
In a frantic two minutes and ten seconds, they stood outside of Heatherfield Toys, Will looking horribly flustered. "Well, I got what I needed," said Matt, holding a huge box that was in fact, a life-size Power Rangers costume along with a smaller bag with a couple of costumes inside it. Will didn't even KNOW they were making the series still. "You two coming to the school dance? Some of us are going to go out door to door that night."
"Gee, I dunno," said Will but Irma nudged her hard. "YES! Yes we will!"
"Cool. I'll see you there. I'll be the guy in the red spandex." Flashing Will a grin (whose face went brilliant red at the thought of Matt in SPANDEX), Matt went off, whistling what she figured was a theme song from somewhere. "... Power Rangers SPD, Power Rangers to the rescue," he sung loud enough for the pair to hear, setting Irma off in another gale of laughter.
"I'm doomed," Will doomed.
=====
"Hey, nice timing," greeted Hay Lin. "Look! Taranee the Fire Mistress version two-point-one!"
"Two-point-one?" echoed Irma as Will looked at the very uncomfortable looking girl.
"I had to make a couple of changes here and there," said Hay Lin. "Well?"
"I think I'd rather die in a firey pit than wear this there," said Taranee finally as she stepped into the light. The outfit was impressive in a bronze-age Conan the Barbarian look. Scales wove up and around her torso, finishing off in a tight bustier with a skirt made of the same material. Large shoulder guards were worn as with elbow length gloves, boots and a pair of fire-resistent goggles wound about Taranee's head. The last was a cape that billowed dramatically in the wind, till Blunk unplugged the fan and tried to remove the blades.
Will was certain she'd dislocate her jaw by now as the door opened up and Cornelia walked in, looking refreshed from her power nap upstairs. "Hey guys, what's-WHOA!"
"It's that bad, isn't it," droned Taranee and Cornelia recovered quickly.
"Not really, just threw me off. But really Hay Lin, dragon scale bustier?"
"If she wants, she's got a spare bikini," said Hay Lin, holding up material that wouldn't cover a small newborn puppy.
"No sane woman would go out fighting evil like that," pointed out Caleb, his fashion consulting largely ignored for the most part. "There's too much skin exposed and not enough protective gear!"
"Caleb, she's going into a firey chasm, not walk into Mordor!" retorted Hay Lin. The reference went right over Caleb's head as Hay Lin added, "Look, this is the FULL outfit, but Taranee can wear some light clothing over it. I just don't like the thought of her walking up an active volcano without it."
"As long as I don't have to chuck an evil gold ring into the middle of it, I'll be fine," laughed Taranee, her bad mood broken by Caleb's perpetual state of confusion.
"I'm not really a costume type of girl though," pointed out Taranee. "What COULD I wear that doesn't make me look all frumpy?"
"Well you could always join Irma in the crusade," said Hay Lin, earning a blank stare from Taranee. Then, without warning a mini-skirted, sailor suited girl burst into the basement and posing dramatically.
"Evil beware, Sailor Irma is here!" cried Irma, posing in full costume. "Hay Lin, the outfit's PERFECT!"
"I'm glad you like it," grinned Hay Lin as Taranee tried to compose herself before her jaw hit the basement floor. "Taranee, Sailor Irma. Sailor Irma, Taranee."
=====
"Will? Will! Pink Perky-MPPH!" Faster than coherent thought, Will slapped her hand over Irma's mouth before she could continue that hideously embarrassing nickname her mother gave her, and Irma licked her hand. As Will yelped and tried to wring her hand of Irma-slobber, the girl added, "The guy is waiting for us at the store front. We need to purchase our things and go."
"Go?" asked Will and the clock read six fifty-eight. "GAH!"
In a frantic two minutes and ten seconds, they stood outside of Heatherfield Toys, Will looking horribly flustered. "Well, I got what I needed," said Matt, holding a huge box that was in fact, a life-size Power Rangers costume along with a smaller bag with a couple of costumes inside it. Will didn't even KNOW they were making the series still. "You two coming to the school dance? Some of us are going to go out door to door that night."
"Gee, I dunno," said Will but Irma nudged her hard. "YES! Yes we will!"
"Cool. I'll see you there. I'll be the guy in the red spandex." Flashing Will a grin (whose face went brilliant red at the thought of Matt in SPANDEX), Matt went off, whistling what she figured was a theme song from somewhere. "... Power Rangers SPD, Power Rangers to the rescue," he sung loud enough for the pair to hear, setting Irma off in another gale of laughter.
"I'm doomed," Will doomed.
=====
"Hey, nice timing," greeted Hay Lin. "Look! Taranee the Fire Mistress version two-point-one!"
"Two-point-one?" echoed Irma as Will looked at the very uncomfortable looking girl.
"I had to make a couple of changes here and there," said Hay Lin. "Well?"
"I think I'd rather die in a firey pit than wear this there," said Taranee finally as she stepped into the light. The outfit was impressive in a bronze-age Conan the Barbarian look. Scales wove up and around her torso, finishing off in a tight bustier with a skirt made of the same material. Large shoulder guards were worn as with elbow length gloves, boots and a pair of fire-resistent goggles wound about Taranee's head. The last was a cape that billowed dramatically in the wind, till Blunk unplugged the fan and tried to remove the blades.
Will was certain she'd dislocate her jaw by now as the door opened up and Cornelia walked in, looking refreshed from her power nap upstairs. "Hey guys, what's-WHOA!"
"It's that bad, isn't it," droned Taranee and Cornelia recovered quickly.
"Not really, just threw me off. But really Hay Lin, dragon scale bustier?"
"If she wants, she's got a spare bikini," said Hay Lin, holding up material that wouldn't cover a small newborn puppy.
"No sane woman would go out fighting evil like that," pointed out Caleb, his fashion consulting largely ignored for the most part. "There's too much skin exposed and not enough protective gear!"
"Caleb, she's going into a firey chasm, not walk into Mordor!" retorted Hay Lin. The reference went right over Caleb's head as Hay Lin added, "Look, this is the FULL outfit, but Taranee can wear some light clothing over it. I just don't like the thought of her walking up an active volcano without it."
"As long as I don't have to chuck an evil gold ring into the middle of it, I'll be fine," laughed Taranee, her bad mood broken by Caleb's perpetual state of confusion.