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Wednesday, May 17, 2006


   Current Projects: Slayers Screenshots; See all ToS storylines; Manga for competition; ...and a new fanfic ^^;;;
^^; Hey there, sorry for the absence. I’m visiting your sites right now, but I probably won’t get to all of them since I have Institute in a while, I’m sorry. You see, what happened is that I was asked to give an opening thought in my institute choir class, and the only thing I could think of spur of the moment was to share Momiji’s story of the Foolish Traveler and the point of being happy by serving others. So I started with “Well, there’s this cartoon called Fruits Basket…” and a group of sopranos started giggling. o.O??? “You guys know it?” So yeah, I found some am-i-ne friends here in town! So one of them has Howls Moving Castle, so I was able to finally see it in English! She also has some series, so I’ve been watching them these past few weeks. Are any of you familiar with The Slayers? It sounded like a scary anime to watch, but when I saw the dvd covers, it looked a bit more friendly so I decided to watch it. It’s an okay anime, a few funny jokes in there…okay so I watched the whole thing because of Zelgadis ^///^;;; ...and I started another fanfic to take place at the end of the last season. The intro turned out beautifully; it sounds very poetic. I’m so proud of it I want to share it with you! It doesn’t matter if you know the anime or not, here’s some good detailed reading for all of you:


The sun burned the desert sands as they cut across the barren land. A hooded figure defied the force of the elements, trekking amongst the whirlwinds. He had a mission to fulfill and was not yet willing to let this wasteland win. Even in all its might, the dust failed to even scratch him; his skin of rock refused to be eroded.

As the day reached mid-point, the wind decided to take a break. The traveler decided to do likewise. He sat on a rock and removed his hood. His silver, wire hair glistened in the noon-day sunlight. After taking a deep breath, he pulled out his canteen to take a sip of water warmed by the desert heat. Around the rim hung a pink wristband with a black star in a blue sphere. This was a memento from someone dear; someone who had duties to attend to that kept her away from him. He gazed at the wristband while reflecting on all of their previous adventures together. A faint sigh escaped his lips as he wondered how she was doing in her royal role at the moment.


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