Fanfic: How to be Friendly Rivals, A Guide by Nebris and Etho
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mindcrackloveThe ending feels too rushed, as usual, but I'm happy with how this turned out overall. Warnings: a little bit of blood and cursing?
How to be Friendly Rivals: A Guide
*_*_*
Nebris had really hoped the day would be over after caving, but no. No, that would be too kind of fate, to let him get a good night’s sleep, for once free of paranoia after a nice, normal day. He sighs, silently because why is Etho sitting on his main tower, and unsheathes his sword.
He edges carefully around the sloped roof, trying to remember exactly how hard he’ll have to hit the ninja for him to take an unexpected Etho hit the ground too hard. Nebris frowns, pausing mid-creep. Why is Etho here? As far as Nebris is aware, he hasn’t done anything recently to provoke an attack. He racks his brain. No, no recent death games kills, no pranks, he wasn’t at the most recent Spawn Wars. What could have brought this visit on?
Unless… Well, Nebris supposes it could be revenge for something he’d done a loooong time ago. And if he’s held onto a grudge that long, Nebris would really rather avoid whatever terrible things Etho has planned.
He shifts, accidentally knocking the hilt of his sword lightly into the taper of his roof, but it’s enough to alert Etho. He turns, eyes closed in an arc that most people would associate with a happy smile.
“Ah, Nebris, you should c-” Nebris cuts that sentence off with a swift stab to Etho’s unprotected chest (seriously, why does he only wear boots?), and throws him off the roof. He smirks at the satisfying sound of numerous bones shattering as Etho hits the ground far below.
Weak and thready, like he’s speaking through deflated lungs, oh wait he is, Etho’s voice reaches his ears, “I’m not dead. You forgot about feather fall.”
Nebris growls and drops a potion of harming to end the jerk’s miserable life. He’d rather not be held responsible for torture as well as murder, at least not when all he wants right now is to go to sleep.
Etho was killed by Nebris using magic
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Aw, crap.
Etho’s going to want even more revenge now. He didn’t really think this through.
Welp, he’s not getting any sleep tonight.
*_*_*
Much to Nebris’ surprise, Etho does not stop by later to kill him. He’s just drawing this out to mess with my head, isn’t he? He does his best to go about his daily business, jumping at every flicker in the shadows. He can’t shake the feeling that someone is watching him and it makes him twitchy.
Arkas taps him on the shoulder to get his attention and Nebris almost takes his head off. The master architect puts his hands up in surrender, staring nervously at the sword aligned shakily with his neck. “Hey now…”
“Oh,” Nebris breathes out, lowering it until the tips points at the ground. “Sorry, Arkas.”
Arkas cants his head. “Why do you have your sword out at spawn? It’s the safest place around with its beacon,” he says.
“I think Etho might be a little angry with me… Not that I’m scared of him or anything, but, y’know, never hurts to be safe,” Nebris says, relaxing his stance minutely. He frowns at the expressions that flick across Arkas’ face, amusement, comprehension, and exasperation featuring prominently. “Do you know something about this?”
“It just explains a few things,” he replies, waving off Nebris’ suspicion with the unconcerned air of someone taking far too much pleasure out of knowing things others don’t.
Not so easily deterred, Nebris asks, “Explains what? Don’t think I won’t kill you to find out.”
Mischief sparks in Arkas’ eyes and he says, “Ah, but Nebris, if you kill me I won’t be able to tell you anything. I’ll respawn back home, safe and sound.”
“I can just keep killing you, over and over and over…” Nebris raises his sword threateningly. “And I can promise it’ll be painful.”
“Just teasing, Nebs,” Arkas says, smirking at him. “If you want to know, you should talk to Pause. He told me a lot during UHC.”
Nebris pouts. Vague bastard. He’s sensible, though. If anyone knows what Etho’s game is, it’ll be Pause. But… “Why can’t you tell me?”
Arkas is already turning to leave, but he tosses a quick “not my place” over his shoulder, before hesitating, foot hovering above the motley path. He rubs the back of his head sheepishly, like he’s regretting being an ass.
Nebris scowls. Apologies will not appease him.
“Ah, if it helps, you don’t have to worry so much. Etho isn’t looking for revenge or trying to kill you or anything,” he says, before completing his step and wandering off towards the town hall.
Not trying to kill him… Hah. Fat chance. Nebris glares murderously in Arkas’ direction. He must be working for Etho, trying to get him off his guard. There’s no way Etho wants anything to do with him, other than the occasional murder or prank. Does Etho really think he can catch Nebris unawares? The man who tirelessly mined out the Nether for every scrap of glowstone? Strongman of Team Justis? Lord of Vega Sum? Mr. Cheaty himself? He’ll show Etho, even if he doesn’t sleep for a week.
No one gets the better of Nebris, not Arkas, not Etho, not anyone.
“Nebris, hello! I wa-” Nebris reflexively flicks the blood off his blade, turning to figure out who he just decapitated for startling him from behind.
Etho’s head stares up at him, before flashing red and fading.
Great. Just great.
*_*_*
The flowers pinned to his door with a kunai stump him for a moment before he connects knife to ninja and leaps so quickly aside that he fairly teleports. He narrows his eyes as no attack seems forthcoming and carefully pries the kunai out of the door with his sword tip. The flowers float gently to the stone below. No explosions.
So far.
It doesn’t occur to him that Etho is known for his love of gardening until later, and then he’s pulling out every reference book he has on flowers (which isn’t many, because come on, flowers).
He works late into the night, one strange ball of red petals not appearing in any of his books until he remembers trees flower too, and finally identifies them. Periwinkle, glycine, and sycamore? What a strange combination. His books say they mean friendship and curiosity. Nebris pinches the bridge of his nose. He’s right back where he started: mystery and Etho, all wrapped up in an innocent, flowery package that will probably explode in his face.
He spends the rest of his night plotting out home-defense systems.
*_*_*
“Hey, Nebs! Arkas told me you’d stop by soon,” is Pause’s typically enthusiastic greeting.
Nebris winces at the volume and only prevents his hands from coming up to cover his ears out of sheer stubbornness. “…Good morning, Pause.”
The bowman grins cheerfully at him, motioning for Nebris to step inside his new-found cave. Out of boredom, Pause has started methodically moving into and clearing out caves, claiming that sleeping in a monster-infested cavern is far more fun than a nice house. This week’s cave is a fair distance from spawn, so Nebris is probably safe from any random encounters with Etho.
He keeps his sword in hand, though. Pause, while not quite as likely to try to kill him as Etho, is still a threat. After all, he thought Arkas would be sympathetic and look how well that turned out, and Pause is much more familiar with Etho than Arkas.
“What can I do for you?”
“I’ve heard you have insider knowledge about Etho,” Nebris says, going for a little more tact this time.
And just like that, Pause retreats from boisterous friend to shrewd knowledge broker. “For a price, yep,” he says.
Nebris shoves a bag of diamonds and gold at him. He can always get more of that, he just wants to get Etho off his back.
Pause eyes the bag with interest, taking and weighing it in his palm.
“Nebris, my friend, what would you like to know?” Pause says.
“Does Etho have any… grudges he might try to settle with me?” Nebris asks.
Pause blinks at him, like he wasn’t expecting the question. “Noooo? I’m surprised you aren’t keeping track of that yourself. It seems like something you might do.”
“I do!” Nebris protests. “That’s what I can’t figure it out! He keeps trying to talk to me, and yesterday he pinned a bunch of flowers to my door with a kunai.” He frowns internally. He hadn’t meant to say that much. One doesn’t go looking for information and then give information. That’s poor form, he must be more tired than he thought.
He expects Pause to look gleeful at free information, but instead he’s doubled over laughing. Laughing!
“What?” Nebris growls at the cackling Canadian.
He hears a breathy “can’t believe he actually did that” before Pause is again lost to raucous giggles.
Nebris can be patient, but he’s not in the mood. It’s the dawn after his second night without sleep in a row, and the beginning of what looks to be another day of horrible twitchiness.
“Paaaause…” he means for it to come out as a bark, but sleepiness dulls his tongue and makes it more of a whine. Nebris digs his fingernails into his palm. He can’t have this affecting him as much as it is. If this keeps up, he’ll barely be able to lift a sword by tomorrow, let alone pull a bowstring for a ranged battle.
“Alright alright,” Pause gasps, wiping tears from his eyes. “Sorry.”
He unties the pouch of valuables from his waist and tosses it at Nebris, who barely catches it in time to keep it from hitting his face. “Keep that,” Pause says. “I haven’t laughed so much in forever, and I’ll happily tell you about that for free.”
He sits cross-legged, patting a patch of dusty stone across from him, “sit, Nebs. You look like you’re gonna keel over.”
Nebris pouts—does he really look that bad?—but does so. He’ll humor Pause for an answer.
“Etho,” Pause begins, speaking slowly like he’s building up to some big revelation. (For all Nebris knows, he might be.) “wants to be your friend.”
…
This is what he spent his morning to hear? Really?
“Uh, no,” Nebris says. “Etho wants to explode me with redstone. I want Etho to explode Etho with redstone.”
“He does!” Pause exclaims, going for earnest and falling somewhere between that and amused. “He keeps pestering me about it, going ‘Pause, how do I show Nebris I want to be friends?’ ‘Pause, he keeps trying to kill me every time I get near him.’ ‘Pause, nothing’s working!’ Go be friends with him! Do friend things! Make him stop talking to me about it! He’s completely incompetent at doing things normally. I’ve been forced to start giving him advice on how to flirt and hoped that’d work, but it looks like that failed too.”
At least the flowers make sense now. Still, Etho, friends? Nebris snorts. He’s definitely trying to lower my guard so he can pull off some massive scheme. “I don’t buy it,” he states, flatly. He stands, stretching weary muscles. “See ya, Pause.” He doesn’t have time for this. He needs to fortify the walls and get ready for the storm.
“Come on, guy.” Pause leaps nimbly to his feet, reaching out to catch Nebris’ arm. “He’s really trying. I haven’t seen him this motivated since we formed Team Canada. At least hear him out next time.”
Nebris stares at Pause’s serious face. He’s too exhausted to deal with this. “…no promises.”
Pause lets him go, saying “remember, Etho is my friend. I don’t want him to put this much effort into someone who’s never going to respond.”
The implied threat is obvious to Nebris, but he says nothing. He merely plods away from Pause’s place with a whole host of new thoughts to weigh him down.
*_*_*
He returns home to find a set of potions underneath a shiny new button next to his door. He’ll never admit that the noise he made upon seeing it was undeniably a whimper.
Button first.
Extensive excavation of his foundation reveals nothing more than a set of noteblocks and thoroughly innocuous redstone circuitry. Would Etho make a trap this obvious? Maybe this is a prank. No TNT allowed for pranks, right? That doesn’t rule out arrow traps, though.
…He really wants to hit the button. Damn his curiosity.
Standing a good distance away, he presses the button with a stick. He flinches instinctively, but nothing kills him immediately. All that happens is that a short noteblock tune plays, perhaps 5 seconds long.
He hides for a few minutes more, then slowly approaches the door, ears straining for the hiss of TNT or the fwip of arrows. Nothing. Hm.
He kneels to examine the potions, all good at first glance, to find a note.
I made you a doorbell! –Etho
Nebris sighs, twists to catch himself against the door as he slumps against it. What is his life?
It can’t hurt to keep the potions. After testing them for poison, of course, which he stays up to do.
*_*_*
New day, time to drag himself over to someone he knows will sympathize.
“MCeeeeeee…” he whines, “Etho’s bein’ mean to meeee.”
“Did you do something to him, Nebris?” MC asks, reproachfully.
Nebris turns the puppydog eyes on full, “He jus’ started bein’ all weird. He keeps tryina talk to me and he gave me flowers and yesterday he made me a doorbell, and I’m gettin’ really confused.”
MC hmms, a considering hand on his chin. “Why is this a problem, exactly?”
“Because we’re usually tryina kill each other!” Nebris says, bending almost in half to rest his forehead against MC’s coffee table. “Always a trap or a prank or a battle, somethin’. We don’ do nice, and I know he’s got something big planned.”
“Uh huh,” MC says, motioning for him to go on, seemingly unimpressed with his rant so far.
“He’s never gone this far with th’ mind games b’fore, an’ it’s kinda scary. Don’ remember the last time I slept. Keep jumpin’ at shadows. Nearly killed Pak yesterday when he asked me f’r extra cobble, didy’know fingers look disgusting while being regrown with regen? I did not. Could’ve gone longer without knowin’.”
“Nebris,” MC holds up a hand. “I didn’t know, and you’re rambling.”
“But MCeeeee, he’s being all weird… Whad’you think?”
“You said that already. Oh, Nebris… I think Etho is trying to make friends.”
Asjldkhfjdlsh he doesn’t need to hear this again.
“You alright, Nebris?” Apparently that internal keysmash was more audible than he thought.
“Pause said that yesterday, but that can’t be right!” Nebris scowls into the coffee table. “He’s just winding me up. At this point it can’t be trying to get my guard down, he’s gotta know I won’t be fooled by now, this is all tryina make me paranoid-”
Twisting his wrist in a way that cannot be comfortable, MC slaps his palm over Nebris’ mouth. “Are you even listening to yourself? Stop strategizing for a few minutes and think like… think like he’s me.”
“Bu-”
“No. Do it.”
Jerk.
He really does try, but the moment he stops thinking like the world will end if he takes a break he feels the heaviness of fatigue cloud his thoughts. His eyes slip closed on their own accord and he hears MC let out an explosive sigh.
“Do it tomorrow. You need to sleep.”
“Can’t,” Nebris mumbles past the hand. “Etho.”
“I’ll protect you from any rogue Ethos. He probably doesn’t even know you’re at Dooceiopolis.”
“Can’t…” but his will is fading. He’s so tired.
“Nebris I will surround that couch with a ring of fire if it will make you feel better. Please, just sleep.”
*_*_*
“WHERE’S THE FIRE”
“WHOA good… oh dark thirty, Nebris.”
Nebris blinks from where he fled to after waking up in an unfamiliar home, taking in his surroundings. He thought he remembered something about a fire, but apparently not. “MC. Did I fall asleep?”
MC frowns up at him. “Yes. Now get down from there. Those are stacked very precariously.”
He looks at his perch to find that he is indeed a few meters off the ground, clinging to a pile of chests. He slips to the floor, brief adrenaline rush fading and leaving his muscles wanting. Stretching, he looks out the window. The moon is high in the sky, so if he recalls his scrambled memories correctly, he must have slept the day away. If nothing else, he feels more rested than he has since this whole thing started.
“Thanks. Now, are you ready to do what I told you to yesterday?”
Nebris spends a panicked moment wondering what he agreed to in his not-quite-there state before remembering exactly who he’s talking to. MC doesn’t do sneaky devious.
Something about thinking as if Etho were his friend. Right. Hm.
He supposes it does make a certain amount of sense. Pause did say he started giving Etho dating tips, for some fucked-up reason, which does explain the flowers. And… potions in place of chocolate? Goddamn, Nebris does not want to know what goes on inside Etho’s mind.
It’s odd, though. Nebris knows Etho has friends. The other two-thirds of Team Canada, OOG, Doc, Seth, just to name a few. Why would he be so terrible at expressing one with Nebris?
Well, part of the problem is probably himself. He doubts kill-on-sight is a good foundation for friendship.
Just hear him out! Pause told him. It can’t be that hard, can it? Nebris doesn’t run from things unless it’s a strategic retreat, and he’s beginning to think that what he’s doing isn’t tactically improving his position in any way.
“Fine,” he grumbles, “I’ll talk to him.”
“Oh thank god, I don’t think I can keep him out any longer.” MC, Nebris notices, is standing nervously by the door. With an apologetic look, he unlocks it to let the bane of Nebris’ existence stride in.
“Nebris.”
“Etho.”
“And I’m MC! …I’m just going to stand in the other room. Have fun!”
Feeling betrayed, Nebris watches forlornly as MC leaves him alone with Etho. Probably off to count lapis or something. Traitor.
He turns his attention towards Etho and waits for him to speak. There’s no way in hell Nebris is going to start this conversation.
“Sorry,” Etho begins, embodying the spirit of a true Canadian, “I didn’t mean to make you lose so much sleep.”
“You… didn’t?” Nebris says, raising a skeptical eyebrow. “I find that hard to believe.”
“So I’ve been informed,” Etho sighs. “I’ve also been informed I should just come right out and say it: I want to be your friend. What will it take to get you to believe that?”
Nebris’ other eyebrow joins the first. Does he insist on continuing this charade? “If I told you that, you’d just use it against me.”
“Nebris,” Etho says, frustration causing the tomoe in his red eye to spin. “I just. Why is this so difficult? I know we have a history of rivalry, but surely you don’t expect me to always want to kill you?”
“Why not?” Nebris replies.
“Well,” the ninja looks troubled. “It would be inefficient, for one. I have projects to work on. Pranks to plan. People to talk to. My life does not revolve around fighting you. I have other friends.”
“Exactly. I’ve seen how you interact with your friends. What you’ve been doing is completely different.”
“Well, of course,” Etho blinks at him oddly, like he’s missing something obvious. “Of course it’s different. I have builder friends, and redstone friends, and adventure friends, but you don't fit into any of those categories. We fight. We prank incessantly. We’re often mortal enemies. I don’t know how to make friends with someone like you, who was a rival first. Everyone else was my friend first.
“So I asked Pause, he’s the closest I have to a friendly rival,” Etho’s mask twists into a vague frown. “I don’t think he took me seriously, but I didn’t have anything else to go on.”
Nebris could have told him Pause would be a bad person to go to for interpersonal advice. There’s more than one reason Guude invited him on to be the server idiot.
There’s a pressing question on his mind. “Why? Why on earth would you want to be friends with me? Like you said, we fight and fight and fight. What possessed to you suddenly want to be friends?” He’s a little afraid of the answer. Has he gotten boring? He likes to think their rivalry, as vicious as it is, is a bit of fun for both of them. A chance to pit their tactical skills against a capable opponent and come out feeling alive, blood singing and neurons racing.
“It’s not that I want to change our routine, I like killing you” smug bastard “but I wouldn’t mind a friendly game of chess now and then, rather than battles to the death. It would be… nice… to get to know you outside of your strategies.” Perhaps seeing that Nebris isn’t quite getting it, Etho clarifies. “I want to know why you think how you do, not just how you think.”
He sounds astonishingly genuine, but Nebris has been fooled by more.
“Where’s the catch? What do you get out of this?”
“You… I just told you what,” Etho looks at him sadly, “I’m not asking you to trust me, I can see you won’t give that so easily, but can’t you just let me say ‘hi’ every once in a while without stabbing me in the throat?”
Nebris winces. Okay, that one might have been overkill on his part.
Could it be that simple? He’d have to retrain his reflexes, the ones attuned to Etho’s particular tenor which automatically aim to kill, to normal people levels. Etho, when serious, deserves that reaction time. Nebris doesn’t know if he’ll be able to keep up with Etho’s ninja physical reflexes otherwise. Theoretically, if Etho were to hold up his end of the deal he’d have to do the same damping, though.
Etho is wrong. Just letting him say ‘hi’ does require trust.
“Just say yes, Nebris! Get him outta my house! Millbee is coming by later and Etho makes him nervous!” MC shouts from the other room, startling absolutely no one. His eavesdropping is not particularly stealthy.
Nebris rolls his eyes, smiles a tad crookedly. “In public places, with neutral parties around. Those are my conditions. We’ll go from there.”
“I accept those terms,” Etho nods.
“Good.”
The ensuing silence is long and increasingly awkward.
Nebris fidgets. “…Now what?”
“Can I kill you? You owe me a few.”
“No. Our ‘friendship’ is not going to start with you murdering me in MC’s house.”
“…Chess?”
“Screw chess, we’re playing Civ.”
*_*_*
End.
Inspired by the summary of this James Bond fanfic. And a common portrayal of Kakashi of being (understandably) utterly clueless on how to deal with personal relationships and not a little insane.
Bonus Etho complaining to Pause:
“He keeps killing me!” *sad Etho noises*
“There there… Have you ever considered approaching from the front, rather than randomly popping up behind him?”
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Date: Tuesday, April 8th, 2014 06:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Tuesday, April 8th, 2014 03:02 pm (UTC)And you've just prooven my point to be right by your own comment XD It does not need to be "shipy" to be good =)
Silver is probably the best Author among the Salad to show you exactly why ^^
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Date: Tuesday, April 8th, 2014 03:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Tuesday, April 8th, 2014 10:37 pm (UTC)AND you're a good writer, so I enjoy reading your storys a lot ^^
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Date: Tuesday, April 8th, 2014 10:36 pm (UTC)This was a follow up to a conversation between Tom and myself =)
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Date: Tuesday, April 8th, 2014 07:39 am (UTC)Your stuff is gold, Silver.
...yeah that makes sense.
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Date: Tuesday, April 8th, 2014 03:47 pm (UTC)\o/ Yay puns! Silver approves. :3 (And thanks <3 You've always been supportive and I appreciate it very much.)
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Date: Wednesday, April 9th, 2014 02:24 am (UTC)(Gimme your skype and an hour and I could write an essay about how much I love your stuff)
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Date: Wednesday, April 9th, 2014 04:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Tuesday, April 8th, 2014 08:36 am (UTC)Very well done indeed! :D
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Date: Tuesday, April 8th, 2014 03:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Tuesday, April 8th, 2014 09:00 am (UTC)I also have a question (not just to Silver, to everyone): Are there any Nebtho videos? There's PauseUnBeef, OOG, SMS, all these other ships in vids, but I've never seen Nebtho in a video. Has it ever occurred?
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Date: Tuesday, April 8th, 2014 10:22 am (UTC)http://mindcrack.altervista.org/wiki/Prank_wars
If you scroll down to June 26, 2012 you can see a list of all the Death Games videos.
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Date: Tuesday, April 8th, 2014 03:51 pm (UTC)Elfy's right, that's where it comes from. I think Nebris' first FTB episode in this season has some Etho in it as well.
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Date: Tuesday, April 8th, 2014 03:00 pm (UTC)Nebris frowns, pausing mid-creep.
You have no idea how much the 'mid-creep' had me laughing XD
Then again, I have been laughing a lot overall. I really enjoy the humor in your stories.
The internal keymsash was especially awesome XD It works so perfecly for this fandom and would fall flat on almost any other, which is why it is brilliant! - And hillarious XD
I really enjoyed reading this! It has just the right length for the topic, it has the right balance of actions, dialouge and internal thoughts. Add to that a well defined and believable display of characters and the above mentioned humor and we get a good story ^^
Well done, well done indeed ♥
The only thing that threw me off was this bit right here:
“WHOA good… o dark thirty, Nebris.” If the 'o dark thirty' is a known expression, I am not familiar with it.
I still love this =D
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Date: Tuesday, April 8th, 2014 04:01 pm (UTC)<3 The humor is something I strive for, because it's a core of Mindcrack as a whole. If it's funny, make sure people laugh. If it's not funny, make it funny (unless it's actually really serious).
>///< Thank you a lot for the feedback, I appreciate it.
"Oh dark thirty" (as I should have spelled it) is military slang for half past midnight, which has morphed into a commonly used expression for simply not knowing what time it is, only that it's night. I actually had to look it up while writing to confirm its meaning, even though I've seen it used a couple times.
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Date: Tuesday, April 8th, 2014 10:41 pm (UTC)I'll make sure to remember this, thanks for explaining it to me ^^
If it's funny, make sure people laugh. If it's not funny, make it funny (unless it's actually really serious).
That's a good quote right there =)
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Date: Tuesday, April 8th, 2014 07:26 pm (UTC)These lines... I just couldn't stop laughing!
To be perfectly honest with you Silver, this is my perfect Nebtho fic. No killing, no smut, told from Nebris' point of view, and lots of Etho being awkward. This is how Nebtho should been written. <3
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Date: Tuesday, April 8th, 2014 07:52 pm (UTC)I dispute the no killing thing, but I suppose its alright because respawn. :P I'm flattered you think so highly of this little thing, thank you! <3
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Date: Tuesday, April 8th, 2014 07:58 pm (UTC)well done, this is totally plausible of how their death games era rivalry could turn into a friendly one.
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Date: Tuesday, April 8th, 2014 08:21 pm (UTC)Hehe, cool, I'm glad it turned out. <3
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