The Prison of His Days

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In the intervening time, I've played blitzball on my lategame save until it finally disgorged the Jupiter Sigil for me. Of course, it showed up right when I was prepared to reset until it did, like it knew I was finally ready for it. I also won a tournament that rewarded the Jecht Shot 2, but unfortunately Tidus doesn't have all his key techniques yet so I didn't get to actually keep it. :(.

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I'm replaying this for the nth time, this time on PS4, because sometimes you just want to do sidequests and be girls. Anyway!

In Chapter 2, just had an encounter with Nooj outside the Den of Woe, and it got me thinking: what does Nooj think is going on? It doesn't sound like Shuyin's driving all the time - among other things, a charismatic leader and organizer he is not - so does that mean Nooj isn't aware that he's possessed? He asks the Gullwings to help him get into the Den of Woe; is that something Shuyin wants, or does Nooj want to dispel its evil somehow, or find answers to what happened to them?

What does Nooj think happened at Mi'ihen? Presumably he, if he's mostly the one driving and I suspect he is, doesn't remember shooting his friends. Does he just...not think about it, like his brain avoiding the place where the hole is? Brains do that; people with various forms of brain damage can be very functional despite not being able to notice that there's something missing because the noticing bit is part of what's damaged.

Is Nooj confused, when he walks up to Paine and she gives him the cold shoulder?

I kind of want to write a fic now from Nooj's perspective on the events of/surrounding the game, especially while he's possessed and - I think - unable to notice it. ...He must be lonely.

And of course I can't help but think about Paine's perspective on that scene too, how Rikku and even Yuna are asking her about Nooj like he's an ex-boyfriend when she's thinking about how he tried to kill her. No wonder she shuts it down so hard!

Dear KH fandom,

I am in ur fandom, pastichin ur epics.

They should know better than to give classicists a prompt like "historical AU". The only prossible result is participles EVERYWHERE and fun with names and then EVERYBODY DIES. HAHAHAHAHAH!! Fear my nerdery!

(It's totally historical. In a Herodotean way. "Father of lies" is such a harsh term.)

I have no idea why I appear to be punch-drunk on writing epic. Maybe all the silly got bottled up while I was being srs bard?

Also wrote & posted lately And the Puzzle that is Me, because actually I *couldn't* think of anything for that prompt around the sound of Simon & Garfunkel. Except occasional Amy Lowell. Which didn't help. So it doesn't make so much in the way of sense. But that's okay. I seldom do.

Working on stuff...got a bit of Cartoon Heroes written. And most of the thing I picked up for lgbtfest. W00t.

For the record, my major is the lulziest major. "Hello, class. Today we're going to talk about pederasty. Here, look at some vase paintings that would get you booted off of LJ if you posted them."

So, first thing: having given up on actually getting the AU story to behave, I'm just posting it and hoping for the best. In Your Place. I officially authorize you to nit-pick to your editorial hearts' content about character voices that might be off.

I really like it, though, as an idea. Especially the first few scenes; I fear I may have lost some momentum towards the end, but there were scenes that just had to be there or the story wouldn't be *done*.

In other news, I went to Shakespeare & Company to fall down their stairs and buy some books in English, because not reading books actually stresses me overwhelmingly. I feel much better now.

Also working on sporking, and I want to give one of my novels another go in the editing department. Presumably the early one, where I have to be very careful with the themes involved, but there was some genuine galateagenesis in the first draft, so I am optimistic. And it's that or picking a time period for the pseudo-Austen (only with lesbians! and magic!) and doing research.

I need to get things written. Lots of things. So I am going to force myself to write *something* every damn day. Just, words on page, get something written. Every day. Because I've been made of fail, and I can't afford to not write, and also it's probably not helping my current case of emocakes.

Some days I probably won't have aything to *show*, because longfics are long, but this time I wrote a whole thing. Okay, so it's a drabble, but not the point!

In a Deeper Devotion, because I remember occasionally that my pyre_flies claims exist. And there was a reason for that. Auron, you are possibly not helping my emocakes. Stop that. (Okay, I realize it's not your fault as such. Should I write you some nice AUs?)