Salogel's Saga

I.... really need this. Yes, I fucked canon, that... was completely unintentional but I can't think how to fix it *now* and really... It won't effect the story *that* much.... I don't think....

None of this was written in order, and some has yet to be written... It's planned... kinda...


The First Meeting: Squall and Vincent

Jail Bird: Twitchy gaurds

Bleeding Out: Pissy Vincent

Beware the Black Cat: The hunter prowles.

Paper and Penknives: The cat comes back.

Mission Start: Infiltrating Shinra

Sacred: Some things are holy

Capture: Turnabout's fair play

Subject X: Hojo

Lab Lion: The price for being special

Thunder: Escape

Salvation: Running from Ifalna's POV

Rightness: Gast

Innocent: Elmyra

Liars: Problems with immortality

Peace Lost: Choosing sides.

Blood Jungle: Wutai

Blood Jungle 2: Resolution of Wutai

Town of Bones: Setting up shop

Coffin Days: Vincent meet the foursome

Sahara Snow: After Jenova

Hello Again: Old not friends

Wash Away: The past remains

Finding Home: Family reunion, spiky style

Flock Patterns: Getting Ready To Ride.

Blood Ties: Enter the den

Meeting Mother, Part One: Face off from Vince's POV

Meeting Mother, Part Two: Face off from Cloud's POV

Ringing Peace: After Sephiroth

What Is Ours: Touch Not The Owned

Turk: An offer and a threat

Not So Bad: Settling down in the aftermath

Paradise Lost: Life goes on... strangely.

Beginning Tomorrow: Making progress past denile.

Chapter Two! Finally

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Word count: 5235
Total count: 10136

Again, warning, without reading Snow Fall, this will make very little sense. Erm, there's male/male relationships and while I probably won't write any sex into it, it does happen. Just in case anyone didn't know I write that.

Also, some knowledge of Norse and Vedic mythos might help, but I don't *think* it's required to get the gist of things.

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Word count: 4901/50000

The continuation of Snow Fall, my Nano from last year. I give you the first four pages of the intro.

Warning: Read Snow Fall first, or thou will be *lost*.

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up against the grafitti wall, we share no law at all

Non-betad. Cause I ain't got one.
Warning: Turkverse. 'nough said. If ain't 'nough said, here there be crack and angst and prolific Vincentness. With a side of Squall. Half naked. -drools-
Timeline? After 'Not So Bad', before 'Beginning Tomorrow'


( Paradise Lost )

I'm doing 40 hours this week, the other new girl got herself gloriously fired after a week and a half by deciding not to show up for work. So I got her shifts. Also, I'm interveiwing for a second part time job tomorrow. More work, more money, less time to sneak net on the benned compy's. I miss you all!

Actually I've been banned from the home desk tops and until I get a new laptop I won't be on much. Also, I'm moving everything over to InsaneJournal because well, LJ has turned to suckage. See ya when I see ya!

So, this morning I was hitting all the local hotles seeing if any were hiring and passing out my resume even if they weren't.

I reached the R* by the M* (names not-disclosed to protect me) where they were indeed hiring and if I was fast in filling out this application I could get an interveiw right now. I filled the sucker out and sat down to a twenty minute interveiw with the assistant manager.

Then I sat down to a twenty minute interveiw with the manager.

They still had some people to look over, they didn't want to get my hopes up and by the way it's part time but you can pick up some extra hours cross-training with the kitchen. I go home, eat, check email, go grocery shopping with mom and get locked out of the car, come home to a blinking light on the answering machine.

I call the R* back, they want me to come in at ten tomorrow and sign some papers, and I can start next week at a dollar and fifty cents more than I left my old place for.

Today officially rocks.

Melancholy fic, Vagrant Story and A_S cross.

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I'm home. Driving in San Fran is not for tourists.

Day one: We were late getting out, found out an hour and a half out I'd forgotten my purse (we did not go back for it) had the AC die outside of Medford Ashland and cracked the windshield outside of Sacramento. We got to Persidio, only to find out that our reservations were for the Persidio in Monterrey, another two hours out. This was Dad's fault and he takes full responsibility. We found a very cheap (ratty) hotel in San Mateo.

Day two: We woke up late, headed out after noon and got to the courthouse only to find we needed to go across the street and wait (we were there for my father's birth certificate). Mom and I found Starbucks, a lot of bums, and what passed for a well concealed and attractive public toilet. We then headed out and found Chinatown, passing by it around thirty miles an hour. After getting lost a lot and cursing the city soundly, we got to Fisherman's wharf, spent a lot of money on food and saw Pier 39. We got lost some more looking for the Japanese Tea Gardens, found the city Rose Garden, and returned to the hotel to pass out.

Day three: Woke up late again, headed out and found Chinatown, wandered it a bit after cursing parking, bought hats, went to the wharf for food and the ship museum, cursed parking, saw Ghirardelli square and bought chocolate, got Dad's passport photos taken, wandered and finally made it to the Japanese Gardens only to find out they were closed. We managed to find very good Indian food and passed out.

Day four: On the road again, stopped by a family friend's to see how she was doing and found out she didn't remember us for a few minutes because she'd been kicked by one of her horses (she's a large animal vet) and suffered a scull fracture, fracture of the neck vertebra and a shattered jaw six months ago leading to almost two weeks of amnesia, two weeks of brutal honesty and a long recovery. She now has dyslexia but can still practice as all her medical knowledge came back, though some events and people didn't.

Now I'm home. Through the whole trip my parents snapped and fought, I kept quiet in the backseat and we tried to manage on yet another family adventure. mom knew where we were going, had pads I forgot to pack, knew where to find everything and generally kept us alive. Let us hope we never have to do it again.

Zoro was a swordsman. he was also a pirate, and before that a bounty hunter, and before that a wanderer, but through out his life he'd mostly been a swordsman, and for all the superstitions a pirate had to his name, a swordsman had his own set.
One Piece drabble of woob.

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Good points in life: Might be getting a job as a leasing assistant.

Bad points in life: Laptop motherboard fried and I'm broke/unemployed. Also, I'll be out of town from Sunday to Wednesday, if you need me call my cell, I'm in San Fransisco.

Because of the lack of laptop, there shall be a lack of internet and writing. Oh, I'll be writing, but it will be on paper, so there shall be a lack of writing for you to read. Not that I've been updating much anyway so what difference does it make right? A lot. To me.

I will have a laptop at the very least ordered by the end of the month, otherwise I will go completely batshit psycho and possibly re-inact some of Ted Bundy's not-so-great moments.

QotD: The burning plastic smell mom? Oh, that was my life, telling me I suck much ass.

Okay, yes, this Verse is still kicking, and *hard*, but I have a lot on my plate. For instance? I wrote all this at work, on my first day. Temp job, and they didn't have a lot for me to do. >> I like it here really. Anyway, on with the show, Ifalna and the filling in of plot holes.


( Salvation )

Strikes again. Oh man I hurt. Another case of my klutzyness has lead to my arm looking like road rash, my insurance will *not* cover my previous hospital bills so I may be changing providers because I won't have coverage till September otherwise, and uh, I have an interview for a longterm temp job on Monday. Pray for me people, I need the income to cover the bills my ass has accrued by attending the fine institutes of learning our society deems necessary torture for us to acquire knowledge of practically nothing.

As for the Fourth? There shall be no fireworks, but I have beer.

QotD: Life is 10% how you make it and 90% how you take it.

Prompt:

Spring Rain
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Worth
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Fantasy

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Midnight Fantasy

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Unopened Letters

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So, I've been on Wajas lately, and Second Chances, which means that I've been distracted from writing but I'll get right on it and you wanna know why? Cause my Piano Squall CD came in today! Suck it bitches!

um... I am too lazy and too drunk at the moment to decide which prompts I'm doing these for. I'll label them and post them in the coms tomorrow after I sober.

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stolen from Forgottenlover





Find your Celestial Choir

33. Not allowed to chew gum at formation, unless I brought enough for everybody.

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34. (Next day) Not allowed to chew gum at formation even if I *did* bring enough for everybody.

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35. Not allowed to sing “High Speed Dirt” by Megadeth during airborne operations. (“See the earth below/Soon to make a crater/Blue sky, black death, I'm off to meet my maker”)
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36. Can't have flashbacks to wars I was not in.
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37. Our medic is called “Sgt Larwasa”, not “Dr. Feelgood”.
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