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hh_mirror2006-02-22 08:39 pm
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Ryuuji talks Cthulhu into joining the Slytherin Quidditch team (yes, you read that right).
Complete with broom in hand, Ryuuji wandered down to the lake where he knew Cthulhu lived. Having discussed it with Adam, he wasn't sure if Cthulhu would be accepted as a Quidditch player even if he agreed but honestly, who cared about details like that? It was discrimination not to let Cthulhu play just because of his species, and unfair in an extreme. No fair-minded individual would put up with that sort of treatment, especially not when it was directed towards a member of their House.
Mounting his broom, sitting side-straddle and ready to rise up once Cthulhu appeared so he wouldn't need to yell up at the God, Ryuuji called out loudly to the lake, "Cthulhu, are you there? I need to talk to you about Quidditch!"
He didn't think that throwing rocks or anything in to get the Elder God's attention would be wise. It seemed undiplomatic to do anything that could verge on being an attack and besides, what if Cthulhu was asleep? It would be very rude of Ryuuji to awaken him with a rock to a tentacle.
On the lake surface, bubbles started to form. As they grew, something began to emerge. First were a series of claws. Then a green/grey arm. Soon, the great elder god had erupted from the lake. Well, his upper torso, and floating near him was a giant rubber green duck that had the head of the elder god.
He looked glazed for a moment before gathering what was going on. He looked at Ryuuji with a curious look on... his face if you call it that. Slowly and carefully, he seemed to write in the air, the words "What about Quidditch?" the god asked, writing with his fingers. Ryuuji could swear that the letters were half there and half not there, as if the god were bending reality to his whim for writing.
The letters blurred oddly, and Ryuuji felt an odd itching at the back of his eyeballs. Eek. not pleasant. On the bright side, at least Cthulhu had appeared and was talking to him! That was good, especially since he seemed to be taking an interest in the idea. With a pleased ponytail flip, Ryuuji made the broom levitate a little higher so that they were closer to eye level and he wouldn't need to scream.
That done, he pointed at his own broom, gave Cthulhu one of his brightest, most brilliant grins and asked happily, "How would you like to join the Quidditch team? You'd probably make either a great Chaser or Keeper, since I bet that you'd do an excellent job blocking the hoops for Keeper and as a Chaser, you have so many arms that I don't see how you couldn't utterly rock at it."
The god seems to ponder a bit, his fingers slowly wiggling and waggling, his tentacles shifting back and forth. He then writes again. "What are the policies on staff playing in Quidditch, Mr. Otogi?"
Oh, that was promising. Very, very promising. Either Cthulhu was looking for a way out of playing, or he was trying to make sure that he wouldn't run into any problems if he joined up - since this was something Ryuuji wanted, he decided to opt for the latter interpretation. It suited his goal better.
Confidently, eyes bright with hope, Ryuuji responded, "I don't think there's a problem with it - Professor Snape is going to play, after all, and he's the Head of House as well as the Potions Master. And you can call me Mr. Ryuuji instead of Mr. Otogi if you really want to be formal instead of just using Ryuuji like everyone else."
Cthulhu pondered. He then seemed to smirk if his lips could be seen. He then wrote again. "I think I may play. But I don't believe they carry brooms in my side. And I suppose I'll use "Mr. Ryuuji", Mr. Ryuuji. But I think I may play your little game, if only to be amused." He then seemed to bellow with laughter.
"Whoo hoo! Thanks, everyone's going to be thrilled to have you on the team!" Utterly thrilled, Ryuuji clapped his hands together, then quickly grabbed the broom again before he fell off. Grinning from ear to ear, clearly delighted, he bowed as best as he could for Cthulhu, laughter leaving his lips as naturally as if they'd been shaped for that and not speech.
The grin still on his lips, Ryuuji flipped his ponytail over his shoulder and told the god reassuringly, "Don't worry about the brooms. Enlargening Charms could easily turn a normal broom into one that's fit for you, assuming that you wouldn't rather transform one yourself, of course."
Cthulhu grabs a nearby tree. Slowly, the tree seems to lengthen, meld, switch and bend about, reshaping itself into a demonic or ancient horrorifying blasphemy that seemed to be a reality twisting mockery everything a Quidditch Broom should be. It also looked needlessly spiffy. He then writes again "You were saying?".
"That you rock." Ryuuji stared at the 'broom' with wide, wide eyes, torn between laughing and appluading. He settled for doing both in the end, swinging one leg over his broom to straddle it properly, then balancing himself carefully as he clapped wildly, laughing all the while.
Impishly, he decided to imitate Bertie's very recognizable mode of speech and congratulated Cthulhu, "I say, jolly good show, what?"
That sounded so stupid that it sent him into more laughter, Ryuuji far too amused by the idea of how the opposing teams would react to Cthulhu riding one of those while bearing down on them.
Cthulhu smirked. He could only smile at it all. The other teams would probably give up in default, just due to the sheer intimidation factor. Cthulhu then attempted to get up on his broom, and attempted to levitate with it. And he looked rather goofy with it. He was either going to intimidate the enemy or making them laugh themselves into defeat. He rubbed his head.
Well, at least he was sitting on the broom and up in the air. That looked like a promising start. Doing his best not to laugh, since that might be just a tad insulting, Ryuuji mock-saluted Cthulhu and called out, "I'll let you work on getting the hang of it, then! Best of luck - I'm off to tell the others the good news!"
With that, he soared away on his broom. YAY FOR THE END OF DISCRIMINATION!
Mounting his broom, sitting side-straddle and ready to rise up once Cthulhu appeared so he wouldn't need to yell up at the God, Ryuuji called out loudly to the lake, "Cthulhu, are you there? I need to talk to you about Quidditch!"
He didn't think that throwing rocks or anything in to get the Elder God's attention would be wise. It seemed undiplomatic to do anything that could verge on being an attack and besides, what if Cthulhu was asleep? It would be very rude of Ryuuji to awaken him with a rock to a tentacle.
On the lake surface, bubbles started to form. As they grew, something began to emerge. First were a series of claws. Then a green/grey arm. Soon, the great elder god had erupted from the lake. Well, his upper torso, and floating near him was a giant rubber green duck that had the head of the elder god.
He looked glazed for a moment before gathering what was going on. He looked at Ryuuji with a curious look on... his face if you call it that. Slowly and carefully, he seemed to write in the air, the words "What about Quidditch?" the god asked, writing with his fingers. Ryuuji could swear that the letters were half there and half not there, as if the god were bending reality to his whim for writing.
The letters blurred oddly, and Ryuuji felt an odd itching at the back of his eyeballs. Eek. not pleasant. On the bright side, at least Cthulhu had appeared and was talking to him! That was good, especially since he seemed to be taking an interest in the idea. With a pleased ponytail flip, Ryuuji made the broom levitate a little higher so that they were closer to eye level and he wouldn't need to scream.
That done, he pointed at his own broom, gave Cthulhu one of his brightest, most brilliant grins and asked happily, "How would you like to join the Quidditch team? You'd probably make either a great Chaser or Keeper, since I bet that you'd do an excellent job blocking the hoops for Keeper and as a Chaser, you have so many arms that I don't see how you couldn't utterly rock at it."
The god seems to ponder a bit, his fingers slowly wiggling and waggling, his tentacles shifting back and forth. He then writes again. "What are the policies on staff playing in Quidditch, Mr. Otogi?"
Oh, that was promising. Very, very promising. Either Cthulhu was looking for a way out of playing, or he was trying to make sure that he wouldn't run into any problems if he joined up - since this was something Ryuuji wanted, he decided to opt for the latter interpretation. It suited his goal better.
Confidently, eyes bright with hope, Ryuuji responded, "I don't think there's a problem with it - Professor Snape is going to play, after all, and he's the Head of House as well as the Potions Master. And you can call me Mr. Ryuuji instead of Mr. Otogi if you really want to be formal instead of just using Ryuuji like everyone else."
Cthulhu pondered. He then seemed to smirk if his lips could be seen. He then wrote again. "I think I may play. But I don't believe they carry brooms in my side. And I suppose I'll use "Mr. Ryuuji", Mr. Ryuuji. But I think I may play your little game, if only to be amused." He then seemed to bellow with laughter.
"Whoo hoo! Thanks, everyone's going to be thrilled to have you on the team!" Utterly thrilled, Ryuuji clapped his hands together, then quickly grabbed the broom again before he fell off. Grinning from ear to ear, clearly delighted, he bowed as best as he could for Cthulhu, laughter leaving his lips as naturally as if they'd been shaped for that and not speech.
The grin still on his lips, Ryuuji flipped his ponytail over his shoulder and told the god reassuringly, "Don't worry about the brooms. Enlargening Charms could easily turn a normal broom into one that's fit for you, assuming that you wouldn't rather transform one yourself, of course."
Cthulhu grabs a nearby tree. Slowly, the tree seems to lengthen, meld, switch and bend about, reshaping itself into a demonic or ancient horrorifying blasphemy that seemed to be a reality twisting mockery everything a Quidditch Broom should be. It also looked needlessly spiffy. He then writes again "You were saying?".
"That you rock." Ryuuji stared at the 'broom' with wide, wide eyes, torn between laughing and appluading. He settled for doing both in the end, swinging one leg over his broom to straddle it properly, then balancing himself carefully as he clapped wildly, laughing all the while.
Impishly, he decided to imitate Bertie's very recognizable mode of speech and congratulated Cthulhu, "I say, jolly good show, what?"
That sounded so stupid that it sent him into more laughter, Ryuuji far too amused by the idea of how the opposing teams would react to Cthulhu riding one of those while bearing down on them.
Cthulhu smirked. He could only smile at it all. The other teams would probably give up in default, just due to the sheer intimidation factor. Cthulhu then attempted to get up on his broom, and attempted to levitate with it. And he looked rather goofy with it. He was either going to intimidate the enemy or making them laugh themselves into defeat. He rubbed his head.
Well, at least he was sitting on the broom and up in the air. That looked like a promising start. Doing his best not to laugh, since that might be just a tad insulting, Ryuuji mock-saluted Cthulhu and called out, "I'll let you work on getting the hang of it, then! Best of luck - I'm off to tell the others the good news!"
With that, he soared away on his broom. YAY FOR THE END OF DISCRIMINATION!