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Oktoberfest '09: "Devil's Advocate" by Lina
Title: Devil's Advocate
Author: Lina
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jennifer, itsabere, and golgibody (I swear I'm not neurotic)
Word Count: 2730
Rating: PG-13?
Character(s): A random doctor, Lelouch Lamperouge, Suzaku Kururugi, Yuffie Kisaragi
Pairing(s): N/A
Summary: Lelouch is taken for Special Counseling.
Notes: Because there's no way in hell it's happening in![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
damned canon. Also, this was totally rushed and done at the last minute. Sorry.
Of the many duties performed by the institute staff, overseeing the Special Counseling patients was generally thought to be the most enjoyable. This wasn't to say that the doctors were sadists and liked pitting the patients against one another (most of them weren't, contrary to what many of the patients believed) but that, like most people would in their line of work, they were determined to make the most of a frequently grueling and often unrewarding job. The fact that their charges were the stuff of legend in their respective worlds definitely helped this, though, mostly because Special Counseling night provided a unique opportunity for the doctors to see for themselves just what these legends were made of.
Tonight was, ostensibly, shaping out to be more of the same. The patients had already been sent out to their respective areas, and the lucky doctors in charge of monitoring them had just settled into the corresponding observation rooms with coffee, clipboards, and crosswords on hand to help get them through the night. The “observation rooms” were really just small rooms set aside with various forms of monitoring equipment. One wall, directly in front of the desk each doctor was situated in, was dominated by screens displaying various camera feeds from the area their particular patient was guarding. The others held equipment that monitored the patient's vitals, and depending on the patient, there might even be a more complicated setup keeping track of the input/output of mana, chi, MP, SP, or whatever their worlds referred to other various energies as. Most doctors couldn't be bothered to remember which of the various monikers applied to their patient's specific brand of energy, but that was fine the night of these events; the rest of the data would be processed once the night was fully over.
One patient in particular, though, was behaving very strangely, at least from what his doctor could see. Typically, there was no action at all on the monitors until the patient's first “guests” arrived; the doctor had been counting on that so that he could finally figure out what five across was (nights here could be dull if the patients were in low traffic zones, and he'd done this enough times before to know to prepare for it), but evidently his patient had other plans. He couldn't quite figure out what this one was after, though. SC patients usually hid themselves away until the others arrived and tried to force their way past them, but this one was out in the open and... rearranging the furniture?
Brow furrowing in consternation (he knew he should have read this one's file more closely, but there had been barely enough time for him to skim it), he abandoned his crossword and sat back with his pen poised just over his clipboard. Yes, the figure on the screen was definitely shifting things around; several of the chairs had all been pushed to the edges of the room by now and one or two tables were being laboriously dragged to the center. The movements were becoming slower with every step the figure took, though, and as the doctor watched, the patient eventually slumped over the latest piece of furniture and tugged something off of his head, panting. A single glowing pinprick soon materialized in the middle of the green-tinted field of screens, but it wasn't bright enough to necessitate switching over from night vision to normal view. A shame, too; that eye was the only cool thing about the patient right now.
Why did I have to get assigned to this one?
Why did it have to be in this room?
Lelouch vi Britannia, patient at Landel's and current lapdog of the Head Doctor, spent a few more moments lying on the table in complete agony while he waited for strength to return to his protesting limbs before slowly hauling himself to his feet. He hadn't meant to take this long preparing the Sun Room for Zero's debut, of course, but once he'd been struck with the idea, it hadn't gone away. After all, it would hardly do for his first appearance to be in the... admittedly functional, but perfectly drab setting the room's usual configuration made. Anything he could do to change that, therefore, absolutely had to be done, even if it was at the very last minute.
Unfortunately, he wasn't very pleased with his progress so far. He'd spent the last... he wasn't exactly sure how long trying to clear up the room a little and create a stage, but he'd been only minimally successful. (The original idea had been to stack the stables in order to give him some additional height on the people who would come in, but he'd had to abort that plan the second he realized just how heavy the damn things were.) He'd also thought about getting a spotlight for this task, but for some completely incomprehensible reason, his employers hadn't seen fit to furnish him with one. He'd asked for at least three, of course, but did they listen? No. All they had done was give him his mask, costume, a gun, and the strict instructions to send the patients back to their rooms without killing any of them.
Please. As if he were some sort of amateur. Who did they think they were dealing with?
That question would need to remain unanswered, though, because just then, he caught movement at the Sun Room's entrance. Damn it, and he hadn't finished-- he'd managed to mostly get the tables (all right, only one or two) into the right configuration, but if he could just have a few more seconds-- damn it.
Well, whatever. It was too late now to do anything else, and the conditions had virtually been cleared anyway. Now all he had to do was slip his mask back on and hope no one noticed how out of breath he was.
The doctor couldn't believe it. No less than three groups had tried forcing their way past the figure on the hastily erected stage (a stage? Really?), but each and every one had eventually turned away and gone back the way they had come-- “eventually” because, despite the efficiency of his method, the patient couldn't seem to resist delivering a wide variety of incredibly wordy and increasingly dramatic speeches, often accompanied by extravagant hand gestures.
“Fools!” The figure on the screens threw one arm out to his side, sending his cape flaring dramatically behind him. “The true path to freedom lies not through the senseless pursuit of death, but the liberation of your hearts and minds!” Another swirl of the cape, this one causing the high collar to sway majestically while the patient shifted into another pose. Pointing back at the Sun Room's entrance, the figure solemnly continued, “Turn back now, and you may yet achieve what you so desperately seek. Through me, your only reward shall be your total obliteration.”
The figure slipped back into his original position, the cape falling perfectly into place around him once more. The doctor slapped one hand over his face and resisted the urge to groan. If he had to watch this for much longer, he wasn't sure what he'd end up doing. Laughing, crying, and beating his head against his desk all at the same time seemed the most likely.
Predictably enough, Lelouch ended up needing to resort to Geass to get the group to leave. He was a little insulted, actually; not a single person had appeared moved by his words in the way he'd grown accustomed to during his time as Zero. He could understand their reluctance, he supposed, but since this was for Nunnally-- to think that all it had taken to achieve everything he had wanted was agreeing to playing guard for the night on the institute's behalf. There was some small, niggling part of him that kept thinking about drills, injections-- hadn't something like that happened?-- but he forced it down with practiced ease and turned his mind back to his work. For Nunnally. He had to keep doing this for Nunnally.
And that was when he caught sight of the next person to grace his domain.
Well. This was going to be interesting.
Suzaku was, in a word, worried. In several, he was absolutely fit to burst with self-loathing, something that Lelouch would no doubt reprimand him for had he been around, but as usual, Suzaku had failed to save him from his latest predicament. He'd gone by Lelouch's room as usual once the lights had gone out, that was, but the only person he'd found upon his arrival was Bart, the ever-elusive roommate. Bart had quickly filled him in on what few details there were on Lelouch's abduction then, and Suzaku had left without another word, making a beeline for the nearest area the Special Counseling patients were usually stationed. If he'd just shown up a little earlier, before the doctors had taken him-- but he'd been too late. Again.
What good was a knight who couldn't protect his lord?
He'd been so absorbed in his thoughts that he'd ended up literally running into Yuffie on his way to the Sun Room, but despite his attempts to convince her that he didn't need a traveling companion, she'd managed to talk him into accepting anyway. Lelouch would be pissed; it was bad enough that being taken had probably meant that people would find out about his Geass. Involving people like Yuffie was just asking for trouble, especially when Suzaku could have just done this on his own. The quicker he could incapacitate Lelouch and get him out of harm's way, though, the better, because the longer he stayed out there, the higher the chances were that someone would figure out the truth about his abilities or, worse yet, what his Geass's weaknesses were and how to hurt him. Suzaku knew without being told that Lelouch would be far more concerned with the former than the latter, but damn it, he'd let enough happen to the prince without allowing harm of that sort to come to him.
The fact that he was far less concerned with what Lelouch might make the patients do with his Geass than with Lelouch's safety and their plans probably spoke volumes about just how warped his priorities had become (to create a better world-- it had to be worth it), but he tried not to think about it.
Sure enough, though, he and Yuffie made it to the Sun Room's entrance just in time to see a group of five hazy-eyed patients walking out of it. Suzaku stiffened, shot a glance at Yuffie, and gestured at her to get behind him, muttering as he did, “I'll distract him. You sneak up behind him and try to knock him out, and whatever you do, don't make eye contact.”
“Huh? Suzie, what're you--”
“Just do it.”
Yuffie gave him a severely put-upon look and opened her mouth wider, no doubt to deliver yet another protest, but once she saw his expression, she hesitated. He had yet to actually tell her why he'd been in such a rush or what the big deal was about the guy in the Sun Room anyway (one of the brainwashed patients?), but something in the intense way he was looking at her and the even more intense way he'd been staring at the darkness just ahead made it abundantly clear that now was not the time for questions. She'd just have to poke him about it later.
“You owe me for this,” she warned instead, jabbing him briefly in the side before slipping into the shadows. At least the job he'd assigned her was the sort ninja were made for.
“Sir Kururugi,” Lelouch said in greeting, conscious of just how cold the title sounded when it came from the distorted voice of Zero. There was a very real chance that someone else might enter the room after the knight, though, and regardless of what side he was on right now, he couldn't let anyone know who he was. “I had been wondering when you would arrive.”
A brief flash of hatred on his knight's face. How very interesting. Was that for Zero or for the distant way he was speaking to him? He had to understand the necessity of this, though, and Lelouch wasn't disappointed to find out that this was the case when Suzaku replied with “Zero” and a slight nod of his head instead of something more familiar. “You know why I'm here.”
“Yes, I do.” He shifted slightly, the first sign of unease he'd given since he'd begun his work for the night. Geass was useless against Suzaku, of course, but he still had the gun-- should he use it now to convince his knight to leave, or should he see if his words would have any effect? They never had when it came to Suzaku, but perhaps just this once-- “You should go. The battles on our world have no meaning here-- unless you're that determined to fight me?” I'm fine. Just go, idiot. I don't want to have to hurt you.
“That doesn't give you the right to control the people here.” Visible effort to maintain the facade. Again, interesting. Lelouch would have thought that it would be easy for him to slip back into this role. Didn't he hate Zero enough? “And you-- you've been brainwashed, you know. Do you even want to do this?” Stop using Geass. At least before you were manipulating people for something good, even if the methods were wrong. What are you doing with it now?
Lelouch laughed. He couldn't help it, really. Did Suzaku really think the situation was that simple? “Why would I not? You know the way I operate, Sir Kururugi. I wouldn't be participating in this farce if I didn't somehow stand to benefit from it.” This is worth it. Don't try to stop me. “And I would stop moving if I were you.”
He drew the gun, carefully taking aim at his knight only to stop him from moving one step closer. He'd been advancing all throughout their multi-layered conversation, and although he had yet to lift himself onto the temporary platform Lelouch had created, Suzaku was still drawing dangerously close to him. He wasn't in the mood to be kicked to the floor again, thank you very much, especially when he still had work to do.
Suzaku froze, something like disbelief crossing his face before he regained control of himself. “You don't want to do this,” he said quietly, sounding just so certain of himself and just so fucking reasonable that Lelouch was almost tempted to shoot him for the sake of proving that he could. What did Suzaku know? But he couldn't bring up Nunnally or anything else too specific without people catching on, even if more had yet to come. Damn it, he should have shot Suzaku before this. If he let someone past him--
“I don't, but I will.” His grip around the gun tightened. “Go back to your room, Kururugi. I won't say it again.”
Suzaku's gaze flickered. That was the only warning Lelouch got before something struck him from behind, but rather than knock him out as Yuffie had intended, the blow merely hurt. He staggered forward with a pained grunt, nearly fell, and clumsily spun around to fire at the ninja. She was far too quick for him, however, and in the time it took for him to reorient himself and compensate for her sudden movements, she'd kicked the gun out of his hand and knocked him back against Suzaku.
The knight caught him easily, and Lelouch squirmed, trying to free himself. Damn it, this wasn't supposed to be so easy for them! If he could only just--
Yuffie was staring at them, her gaze flicking between the blue visor of his mask and the relieved expression Suzaku wore as he began dragging him away from the stage, apparently oblivious to Lelouch's struggles. “Suzie, is that--?”
Lelouch gave a sudden wrench, drawing Yuffie's attention to him as he activated the sliding panel of his mask and locked his eyes with hers.
“I order you--”
END. WHY? BECAUSE I ONLY HAVE TWO AND A HALF HOURS LEFT and oh my god I've written enough. DAWN HAPPENED. I DON'T KNOW.
Author: Lina
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jennifer, itsabere, and golgibody (I swear I'm not neurotic)Word Count: 2730
Rating: PG-13?
Character(s): A random doctor, Lelouch Lamperouge, Suzaku Kururugi, Yuffie Kisaragi
Pairing(s): N/A
Summary: Lelouch is taken for Special Counseling.
Notes: Because there's no way in hell it's happening in
damned canon. Also, this was totally rushed and done at the last minute. Sorry.Of the many duties performed by the institute staff, overseeing the Special Counseling patients was generally thought to be the most enjoyable. This wasn't to say that the doctors were sadists and liked pitting the patients against one another (most of them weren't, contrary to what many of the patients believed) but that, like most people would in their line of work, they were determined to make the most of a frequently grueling and often unrewarding job. The fact that their charges were the stuff of legend in their respective worlds definitely helped this, though, mostly because Special Counseling night provided a unique opportunity for the doctors to see for themselves just what these legends were made of.
Tonight was, ostensibly, shaping out to be more of the same. The patients had already been sent out to their respective areas, and the lucky doctors in charge of monitoring them had just settled into the corresponding observation rooms with coffee, clipboards, and crosswords on hand to help get them through the night. The “observation rooms” were really just small rooms set aside with various forms of monitoring equipment. One wall, directly in front of the desk each doctor was situated in, was dominated by screens displaying various camera feeds from the area their particular patient was guarding. The others held equipment that monitored the patient's vitals, and depending on the patient, there might even be a more complicated setup keeping track of the input/output of mana, chi, MP, SP, or whatever their worlds referred to other various energies as. Most doctors couldn't be bothered to remember which of the various monikers applied to their patient's specific brand of energy, but that was fine the night of these events; the rest of the data would be processed once the night was fully over.
One patient in particular, though, was behaving very strangely, at least from what his doctor could see. Typically, there was no action at all on the monitors until the patient's first “guests” arrived; the doctor had been counting on that so that he could finally figure out what five across was (nights here could be dull if the patients were in low traffic zones, and he'd done this enough times before to know to prepare for it), but evidently his patient had other plans. He couldn't quite figure out what this one was after, though. SC patients usually hid themselves away until the others arrived and tried to force their way past them, but this one was out in the open and... rearranging the furniture?
Brow furrowing in consternation (he knew he should have read this one's file more closely, but there had been barely enough time for him to skim it), he abandoned his crossword and sat back with his pen poised just over his clipboard. Yes, the figure on the screen was definitely shifting things around; several of the chairs had all been pushed to the edges of the room by now and one or two tables were being laboriously dragged to the center. The movements were becoming slower with every step the figure took, though, and as the doctor watched, the patient eventually slumped over the latest piece of furniture and tugged something off of his head, panting. A single glowing pinprick soon materialized in the middle of the green-tinted field of screens, but it wasn't bright enough to necessitate switching over from night vision to normal view. A shame, too; that eye was the only cool thing about the patient right now.
Why did I have to get assigned to this one?
Why did it have to be in this room?
Lelouch vi Britannia, patient at Landel's and current lapdog of the Head Doctor, spent a few more moments lying on the table in complete agony while he waited for strength to return to his protesting limbs before slowly hauling himself to his feet. He hadn't meant to take this long preparing the Sun Room for Zero's debut, of course, but once he'd been struck with the idea, it hadn't gone away. After all, it would hardly do for his first appearance to be in the... admittedly functional, but perfectly drab setting the room's usual configuration made. Anything he could do to change that, therefore, absolutely had to be done, even if it was at the very last minute.
Unfortunately, he wasn't very pleased with his progress so far. He'd spent the last... he wasn't exactly sure how long trying to clear up the room a little and create a stage, but he'd been only minimally successful. (The original idea had been to stack the stables in order to give him some additional height on the people who would come in, but he'd had to abort that plan the second he realized just how heavy the damn things were.) He'd also thought about getting a spotlight for this task, but for some completely incomprehensible reason, his employers hadn't seen fit to furnish him with one. He'd asked for at least three, of course, but did they listen? No. All they had done was give him his mask, costume, a gun, and the strict instructions to send the patients back to their rooms without killing any of them.
Please. As if he were some sort of amateur. Who did they think they were dealing with?
That question would need to remain unanswered, though, because just then, he caught movement at the Sun Room's entrance. Damn it, and he hadn't finished-- he'd managed to mostly get the tables (all right, only one or two) into the right configuration, but if he could just have a few more seconds-- damn it.
Well, whatever. It was too late now to do anything else, and the conditions had virtually been cleared anyway. Now all he had to do was slip his mask back on and hope no one noticed how out of breath he was.
The doctor couldn't believe it. No less than three groups had tried forcing their way past the figure on the hastily erected stage (a stage? Really?), but each and every one had eventually turned away and gone back the way they had come-- “eventually” because, despite the efficiency of his method, the patient couldn't seem to resist delivering a wide variety of incredibly wordy and increasingly dramatic speeches, often accompanied by extravagant hand gestures.
“Fools!” The figure on the screens threw one arm out to his side, sending his cape flaring dramatically behind him. “The true path to freedom lies not through the senseless pursuit of death, but the liberation of your hearts and minds!” Another swirl of the cape, this one causing the high collar to sway majestically while the patient shifted into another pose. Pointing back at the Sun Room's entrance, the figure solemnly continued, “Turn back now, and you may yet achieve what you so desperately seek. Through me, your only reward shall be your total obliteration.”
The figure slipped back into his original position, the cape falling perfectly into place around him once more. The doctor slapped one hand over his face and resisted the urge to groan. If he had to watch this for much longer, he wasn't sure what he'd end up doing. Laughing, crying, and beating his head against his desk all at the same time seemed the most likely.
Predictably enough, Lelouch ended up needing to resort to Geass to get the group to leave. He was a little insulted, actually; not a single person had appeared moved by his words in the way he'd grown accustomed to during his time as Zero. He could understand their reluctance, he supposed, but since this was for Nunnally-- to think that all it had taken to achieve everything he had wanted was agreeing to playing guard for the night on the institute's behalf. There was some small, niggling part of him that kept thinking about drills, injections-- hadn't something like that happened?-- but he forced it down with practiced ease and turned his mind back to his work. For Nunnally. He had to keep doing this for Nunnally.
And that was when he caught sight of the next person to grace his domain.
Well. This was going to be interesting.
Suzaku was, in a word, worried. In several, he was absolutely fit to burst with self-loathing, something that Lelouch would no doubt reprimand him for had he been around, but as usual, Suzaku had failed to save him from his latest predicament. He'd gone by Lelouch's room as usual once the lights had gone out, that was, but the only person he'd found upon his arrival was Bart, the ever-elusive roommate. Bart had quickly filled him in on what few details there were on Lelouch's abduction then, and Suzaku had left without another word, making a beeline for the nearest area the Special Counseling patients were usually stationed. If he'd just shown up a little earlier, before the doctors had taken him-- but he'd been too late. Again.
What good was a knight who couldn't protect his lord?
He'd been so absorbed in his thoughts that he'd ended up literally running into Yuffie on his way to the Sun Room, but despite his attempts to convince her that he didn't need a traveling companion, she'd managed to talk him into accepting anyway. Lelouch would be pissed; it was bad enough that being taken had probably meant that people would find out about his Geass. Involving people like Yuffie was just asking for trouble, especially when Suzaku could have just done this on his own. The quicker he could incapacitate Lelouch and get him out of harm's way, though, the better, because the longer he stayed out there, the higher the chances were that someone would figure out the truth about his abilities or, worse yet, what his Geass's weaknesses were and how to hurt him. Suzaku knew without being told that Lelouch would be far more concerned with the former than the latter, but damn it, he'd let enough happen to the prince without allowing harm of that sort to come to him.
The fact that he was far less concerned with what Lelouch might make the patients do with his Geass than with Lelouch's safety and their plans probably spoke volumes about just how warped his priorities had become (to create a better world-- it had to be worth it), but he tried not to think about it.
Sure enough, though, he and Yuffie made it to the Sun Room's entrance just in time to see a group of five hazy-eyed patients walking out of it. Suzaku stiffened, shot a glance at Yuffie, and gestured at her to get behind him, muttering as he did, “I'll distract him. You sneak up behind him and try to knock him out, and whatever you do, don't make eye contact.”
“Huh? Suzie, what're you--”
“Just do it.”
Yuffie gave him a severely put-upon look and opened her mouth wider, no doubt to deliver yet another protest, but once she saw his expression, she hesitated. He had yet to actually tell her why he'd been in such a rush or what the big deal was about the guy in the Sun Room anyway (one of the brainwashed patients?), but something in the intense way he was looking at her and the even more intense way he'd been staring at the darkness just ahead made it abundantly clear that now was not the time for questions. She'd just have to poke him about it later.
“You owe me for this,” she warned instead, jabbing him briefly in the side before slipping into the shadows. At least the job he'd assigned her was the sort ninja were made for.
“Sir Kururugi,” Lelouch said in greeting, conscious of just how cold the title sounded when it came from the distorted voice of Zero. There was a very real chance that someone else might enter the room after the knight, though, and regardless of what side he was on right now, he couldn't let anyone know who he was. “I had been wondering when you would arrive.”
A brief flash of hatred on his knight's face. How very interesting. Was that for Zero or for the distant way he was speaking to him? He had to understand the necessity of this, though, and Lelouch wasn't disappointed to find out that this was the case when Suzaku replied with “Zero” and a slight nod of his head instead of something more familiar. “You know why I'm here.”
“Yes, I do.” He shifted slightly, the first sign of unease he'd given since he'd begun his work for the night. Geass was useless against Suzaku, of course, but he still had the gun-- should he use it now to convince his knight to leave, or should he see if his words would have any effect? They never had when it came to Suzaku, but perhaps just this once-- “You should go. The battles on our world have no meaning here-- unless you're that determined to fight me?” I'm fine. Just go, idiot. I don't want to have to hurt you.
“That doesn't give you the right to control the people here.” Visible effort to maintain the facade. Again, interesting. Lelouch would have thought that it would be easy for him to slip back into this role. Didn't he hate Zero enough? “And you-- you've been brainwashed, you know. Do you even want to do this?” Stop using Geass. At least before you were manipulating people for something good, even if the methods were wrong. What are you doing with it now?
Lelouch laughed. He couldn't help it, really. Did Suzaku really think the situation was that simple? “Why would I not? You know the way I operate, Sir Kururugi. I wouldn't be participating in this farce if I didn't somehow stand to benefit from it.” This is worth it. Don't try to stop me. “And I would stop moving if I were you.”
He drew the gun, carefully taking aim at his knight only to stop him from moving one step closer. He'd been advancing all throughout their multi-layered conversation, and although he had yet to lift himself onto the temporary platform Lelouch had created, Suzaku was still drawing dangerously close to him. He wasn't in the mood to be kicked to the floor again, thank you very much, especially when he still had work to do.
Suzaku froze, something like disbelief crossing his face before he regained control of himself. “You don't want to do this,” he said quietly, sounding just so certain of himself and just so fucking reasonable that Lelouch was almost tempted to shoot him for the sake of proving that he could. What did Suzaku know? But he couldn't bring up Nunnally or anything else too specific without people catching on, even if more had yet to come. Damn it, he should have shot Suzaku before this. If he let someone past him--
“I don't, but I will.” His grip around the gun tightened. “Go back to your room, Kururugi. I won't say it again.”
Suzaku's gaze flickered. That was the only warning Lelouch got before something struck him from behind, but rather than knock him out as Yuffie had intended, the blow merely hurt. He staggered forward with a pained grunt, nearly fell, and clumsily spun around to fire at the ninja. She was far too quick for him, however, and in the time it took for him to reorient himself and compensate for her sudden movements, she'd kicked the gun out of his hand and knocked him back against Suzaku.
The knight caught him easily, and Lelouch squirmed, trying to free himself. Damn it, this wasn't supposed to be so easy for them! If he could only just--
Yuffie was staring at them, her gaze flicking between the blue visor of his mask and the relieved expression Suzaku wore as he began dragging him away from the stage, apparently oblivious to Lelouch's struggles. “Suzie, is that--?”
Lelouch gave a sudden wrench, drawing Yuffie's attention to him as he activated the sliding panel of his mask and locked his eyes with hers.
“I order you--”
END. WHY? BECAUSE I ONLY HAVE TWO AND A HALF HOURS LEFT and oh my god I've written enough. DAWN HAPPENED. I DON'T KNOW.
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LINA THAT WAS AWESOME.
WHAT HAPPENED NEXT?!
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EVERYONE DIES
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of course you would, I'm your beloved little brother and I totally know what you'd pick. +_+ *BRICKED*
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LELOUCH. THIS IS WHY YOU ARE UNPHISICALLY FIT FOR SPECIAL COUNSELING. PLUS MAKING DRAMATIC SPEECHES WITH VIGOROUS HAND GESTURES DOES NOT DEAL DAMAGE TO OTHERS.
Loved his dramatic speech with flashy cape fluttering and twisty gestures XD
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Thank you. XD
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QUITE MASTERFUL /golf clap.
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And strangely I don't mind about the end at all. It could go in a couple different directions, all of which are amazing and all of which I can visualize clearly. Personally I'm a fan of Suzaku whacking him over the head before he can finish.
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And fff, good, because... yeah. More would have likely necessitated some really epic battle sequence between Suzaku and Yuffie, but I liked the idea of ending on a cliffhanger because THAT'S WHAT A LOT OF CG EPS SEEM TO LIKE TO DO and I am lazy as shit. And that too. SO YES, I'M GLAD YOU ENJOYED IT, BB. ♥♥♥
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Okay, yeah, that also would have been an awesome ending, but way too hard to write, especially if you don't like writing fighting. And it did have the feel of a CG ep, which is unusual enough for fic to be interesting. I actually had no idea how to end mine, either, so I just made up some shit. OH WELL.
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I'll finish this series someday, but for some reason I have a feeling I'll be disappointed in the actual thing after watching so much good rp from it.
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I ask myself this question every freaking day. Well, okay, not that often, but still. Damnit, damned.
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