What's in a Name (Mythklok Interstitial)
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tikificTitle: What's in a Name (Mythklok Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Summonings!
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing
Notes: This was partly inspired by one of Tam's idle comments. And, you guys know by now not to make idle comments around a tiki.
“Angel Sariel, I summon thee by the power of thine Name!”
The summoner looked up. His altar was still distressingly empty of supernatural beings.
“So. What’s up?”
The summoner whirled around.
There was a silvery angel sitting on his bed. He fluttered his wings inquisitively.
“Angel Sariel! Uh…. I have summoned you by the power of your Name.”
“Yeah, I noticed all the crap. You know, it’s much easier to just send an eVite.”
“Sariel, you were supposed to meet me in Milan 20 minutes ago!” Raziel said irritably as she appeared next to him. “What are you doing sitting around True Formed like this?”
“This guy wanted to summon me.”
“Oh. Why didn’t he just send an eVite? We all have cell phones nowadays, you know,” Raziel told the summoner, holding up her iPhone.
“Summoning angels. Hey, I bet there’s an app for that,” Sariel grinned.
“Oh, let me check the App Store…”
“Who is she?” the summoner demanded.
“Why, this is the angel Raziel.”
“You can call me Raz.”
“That’s not possible,” the summoner tutted. “Raziel is a male angel.”
“Oh, have you been reading that Kabala crap?” Raziel asked. “Tsk.”
“Where DID you two get off to?” Ganesh huffed, suddenly appearing too.
“Are you an angel too?” the summoner asked.
“Hardly,” Ganesh sniffed, putting a finger through the layer of dust on the bureau. “Sariel, what ARE you doing True Formed in this fellow’s bedroom?” he asked suspiciously.
“Summoned.”
“Oh, gods, it’s SO much easier to just send an eVite. You must have a computer, don’t you dear?”
“Can we hurry this up?” Raziel asked. “I have an appointment at the Angelous boutique.”
The summoner frowned. “Angel Sariel…”
“That’s my Name. Don’t wear it out.” He looked around at the lack of response. “Angel joke,” he admitted.
Ganesh sighed.
“Boy, look at all the death metal crap this dude has!” Raziel marveled.
“It’s not crap,” Sariel protested.
“He should listen to dance trance, it’s really quite marvelous,” Ganesh noted.
“I bet he wants you to introduce him to Nathan or something!” Raziel guessed.
“What?" Sariel sputtered. "Then why the fuck would he summon me? Don’t you want me to impress you with my mighty flaming sword or something?”
“Hey, I’m the one with the flaming sword,” Raziel grumbled.
“Tell me you’re not after a fucking autograph!” Sariel demanded.
"Er," explained the summoner.
"You dragged my angelic ass all the way out here just so you could get Nathan Fucking Explosion's fucking autograph."
"Er. No. Er. Skwisgaar, actually."
"Are you quite through clowning around for the afternoon, Sariel?" Ganesh tutted.
"Eh, let's just summon him a guitarist and be done with it..." Raziel said.
"Wait! Raziel!"
"Whats?" stammered Toki, who had just appeared in the now crowded bedroom.
"You realize that's not Skwisgaar, Raziel?" Sariel told her.
"Yep. I would've had to summon him out from under a 400-lb groupie. But, one guitarist is as good as another, right?"
"I WANTED SKWISGAAR!" the summoner wailed.
"Oh. Why ams you not justs sends da eVites?" Toki asked.
"ALL OF YOU! OUT! OUT OF MY ROOM! NOW!" shrieked the summoner.
"Touchy," tsked Ganesh as he disappeared.
"Wanna come shopping with us, Toks? We can get gelato!" Raziel asked.
"Wowee gelato!" the guitarist who was not Skwisgaar cheered as they disappeared.
Sariel rattled his silvery wings at the summoner. "You don't know what this signifies, do you?"
"Uh. No."
"Good," Sariel grinned. "And, thank you for buying our albums." And then he disappeared.
"Angels. Bunch of assholes," grumbled the summoner.
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Summonings!
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing
Notes: This was partly inspired by one of Tam's idle comments. And, you guys know by now not to make idle comments around a tiki.
“Angel Sariel, I summon thee by the power of thine Name!”
The summoner looked up. His altar was still distressingly empty of supernatural beings.
“So. What’s up?”
The summoner whirled around.
There was a silvery angel sitting on his bed. He fluttered his wings inquisitively.
“Angel Sariel! Uh…. I have summoned you by the power of your Name.”
“Yeah, I noticed all the crap. You know, it’s much easier to just send an eVite.”
“Sariel, you were supposed to meet me in Milan 20 minutes ago!” Raziel said irritably as she appeared next to him. “What are you doing sitting around True Formed like this?”
“This guy wanted to summon me.”
“Oh. Why didn’t he just send an eVite? We all have cell phones nowadays, you know,” Raziel told the summoner, holding up her iPhone.
“Summoning angels. Hey, I bet there’s an app for that,” Sariel grinned.
“Oh, let me check the App Store…”
“Who is she?” the summoner demanded.
“Why, this is the angel Raziel.”
“You can call me Raz.”
“That’s not possible,” the summoner tutted. “Raziel is a male angel.”
“Oh, have you been reading that Kabala crap?” Raziel asked. “Tsk.”
“Where DID you two get off to?” Ganesh huffed, suddenly appearing too.
“Are you an angel too?” the summoner asked.
“Hardly,” Ganesh sniffed, putting a finger through the layer of dust on the bureau. “Sariel, what ARE you doing True Formed in this fellow’s bedroom?” he asked suspiciously.
“Summoned.”
“Oh, gods, it’s SO much easier to just send an eVite. You must have a computer, don’t you dear?”
“Can we hurry this up?” Raziel asked. “I have an appointment at the Angelous boutique.”
The summoner frowned. “Angel Sariel…”
“That’s my Name. Don’t wear it out.” He looked around at the lack of response. “Angel joke,” he admitted.
Ganesh sighed.
“Boy, look at all the death metal crap this dude has!” Raziel marveled.
“It’s not crap,” Sariel protested.
“He should listen to dance trance, it’s really quite marvelous,” Ganesh noted.
“I bet he wants you to introduce him to Nathan or something!” Raziel guessed.
“What?" Sariel sputtered. "Then why the fuck would he summon me? Don’t you want me to impress you with my mighty flaming sword or something?”
“Hey, I’m the one with the flaming sword,” Raziel grumbled.
“Tell me you’re not after a fucking autograph!” Sariel demanded.
"Er," explained the summoner.
"You dragged my angelic ass all the way out here just so you could get Nathan Fucking Explosion's fucking autograph."
"Er. No. Er. Skwisgaar, actually."
"Are you quite through clowning around for the afternoon, Sariel?" Ganesh tutted.
"Eh, let's just summon him a guitarist and be done with it..." Raziel said.
"Wait! Raziel!"
"Whats?" stammered Toki, who had just appeared in the now crowded bedroom.
"You realize that's not Skwisgaar, Raziel?" Sariel told her.
"Yep. I would've had to summon him out from under a 400-lb groupie. But, one guitarist is as good as another, right?"
"I WANTED SKWISGAAR!" the summoner wailed.
"Oh. Why ams you not justs sends da eVites?" Toki asked.
"ALL OF YOU! OUT! OUT OF MY ROOM! NOW!" shrieked the summoner.
"Touchy," tsked Ganesh as he disappeared.
"Wanna come shopping with us, Toks? We can get gelato!" Raziel asked.
"Wowee gelato!" the guitarist who was not Skwisgaar cheered as they disappeared.
Sariel rattled his silvery wings at the summoner. "You don't know what this signifies, do you?"
"Uh. No."
"Good," Sariel grinned. "And, thank you for buying our albums." And then he disappeared.
"Angels. Bunch of assholes," grumbled the summoner.
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Date: 2011-03-29 11:25 pm (UTC)Who's Ganesh?
The other thing with Pickles, as I was trying to express in comments, he's freaked out over his parents: he worried about them, but as the Un-favorite, this is kind of Seth's ultimate revenge on him, literally stealing them. Like I think Tam said, he probably thinks he'll rescue them, but they'll end up being all cranky and ungrateful.
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Date: 2011-03-29 11:28 pm (UTC)Poor Pickles. He really just wants his parents to be proud of him, doesn't he? At this point, Seth pretty much exists just to torment him.
And I kind of want to punch Molly and Calvert. Possibly with a shovel.
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Date: 2011-03-29 11:32 pm (UTC)And sipping a martini! Ha!
Pickles is basically my childhood. I almost wonder if somebody at Metalocalypse grew up with a Borderline parent, because it's just like that, repeated to infinity.
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Date: 2011-03-29 11:36 pm (UTC)Ugh, yeah, that makes sense. I've heard bad, BAD things about BPD. **hugs**
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Date: 2011-03-29 11:53 pm (UTC)Like my old boss said, people with personality disorders tend to make OTHER PEOPLE crazy!
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Date: 2011-03-29 11:57 pm (UTC)Yeah, there are reasons I tend to hide from the world, and not just the avoidant personality issues. ;) (Srsly, I TOTALLY AGREE WITH YOUR BOSS!)
Me on the average day ;)
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Date: 2011-03-30 12:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-30 12:49 am (UTC)Is it sad that I kinda want a PhD so I can sit in a dark room and type all day? (And how is this any different from the norm?)
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Date: 2011-03-30 01:00 am (UTC)The one thing about data analysis > writing, I think the work tends to be steadier, pay better. The writers I know tend to have day jobs. Though, to be fair, I know a couple of artists who actually make a living at it, and have really fun jobs, so there's that.
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Date: 2011-03-30 03:31 am (UTC)