beckyh2112 | OC Meme!

OC Meme!

Because these things always have a lower turnout, and I really, really want to write some of my OCs right now.

Rules
- Three slots per person, five slots if you're one of my people¹
- Prompts must include fandom and what side you want me to write an OC from, assuming sides are relevant to the fandom. (Autobot/Decepticon/neutral, Earth/Water/Fire/Air, Machine/rebel/Exile)
- Prompt me with whatever you feel like prompting. Lyrics, phrases, songs, situations, whatever. If it doesn't work for me, I'll just stick my mp3-player on random and drabble to that.
- I guarantee I will write you at least one piece.
- You can use two slots to request specific OCs of mine if you really, really want to. But I'd appreciate free rein on who to write, because there's a lot of my OCs that have never made it to stories.
- You may have a bonus slot in which to request that I write one of your OCs. However, you must provide me with history/appearance/personality. (OCs I am already familiar with can skip providing that sort of stuff.) ETA: A bonus slot is an extra slot that doesn't count towards your overall slottage.

1. 'My people' are defined as: anyone who has known me since ReBoot or The Matrix fandom, Deadzone players, Pepper, Dageraisy, Rin, Neld, and Spyri

MEME IS CLOSED.

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Avatar based, of course. Unless if there's another fandom you got OCs in we might both know...

Earth: Drain your life blood, but the spirit screams.

Fire: The sun is shining out of my eyes, it will not set tonight.

Yours:
Kajizu; This was NEVER in the job description.
Dosun; And this madness lies glory.

Mine:
Shi Kai: The Art of War should often be performance art.

*tackies*

Edited 2010-04-26 23:09 (UTC)

"Firelord," two voices murmured where there should have been one.

Azulon regarded the woman in Seneschal Jinzai's office. A pretty young thing, sun-darkened skin and bright eyes. She wore the robes of a minor official, and her left hand was maimed.

He held out his hand expectantly, and she offered her maimed hand without flinching. He examined it, noting the criss-cross of scar tissue and the way the delicate bones of the hand were not laid out right. He had never seen anything quite like it. "How did this happen?"

"An earthbender spiked my hand, Firelord," she said in a smoke-worn voice.

His fingertips slid against her palm. "Not a single spike."

"No," she said, glancing away. "A chrysanthemum's worth."

He nodded and let her take her hand back. She retreated to a corner, sitting down at a scribe's bench.

He glanced at his seneschal.

"My brother, General Zedong, asked me to look out for her," Jinzai replied. "She has no family worth mentioning, and she has not recovered enough to fight again."

Azulon nodded and returned his attention to why he had come to see his seneschal in the first place.

***

Somewhere in the next two years of her trailing in Seneschal Jinzai's shadow, Azulon learned her name was Kajizu.

The third winter she dwelt in the palace, Jinzai came down with a terrible fever. Azulon scowled as the Sages reported he was unlikely to live and cursed them when they tried to turn matters to the miserable cur who had killed Ilah.

Jinzai died before the Winter Solstice.

"Who can be my seneschal?" Azulon demanded of his ministers and daimyos. "Who can take Jinzai's place and serve as well as he did?"

No one answered him, and he felt his rage and grief raising the flames before his throne.

Daimyo Makou, who had come to the capital to avoid his wife again, folded his hands. Flickers of white fire ignited along his fingertips. "Seneschal Jinzai seemed to give much responsibility to the young woman with the maimed hand."

"Yes!" Crowed one of his ministers, "Kajizu will know which candidates are best for the position!"

Soon all of them had agreed that Kajizu would know well who might serve as seneschal.

Azulon marked the annoyance on Makou's face. He had not been suggesting Kajizu offer advice.

"Perhaps," he said, looking at the daimyo, "You are correct."

***

Azulon found her in Seneschal Jinzai's office, attending to paperwork. There was a fine pile in the corner of the seneschal's desk, and he picked the top page up to read over. An order for the granaries of Fire Island, awaiting only the seneschal's seal.

She snuck glances at him as she worked at her little scribe's desk, and he pretended not to see as he scanned the whole pile of work.

"You have done much to keep my empire running," he said at last.

She dipped her head in acknowledgment.

"You will do more, Seneschal."

Her eyes widened in her heart-shaped face, then she bowed formally. He looked at her prostrate form with her fine dark hair and maimed hand, and the flicker-thought of that hand on him stirred him as no one had since Lady Ilah's death.

He frowned. "Rise. Do your work."

***

Two years. She was his faithful seneschal for two years, ever there at his need, ever anticipating what needed to be done here in the Fire Nation to keep matters running smoothly.

She dressed as formally as a married woman, though he knew she wasn't. But she covered her breasts, her stomach, her shoulders. She wore her hair in a spinster's topknot, yet there favored a piece of jewelry. Risque, but she was unmarried and not a soldier. It was restrained, too, simply a gold needle slid through her topknot.

Two years, and he watched how she still moved like a soldier, listened to her smoke-worn firebender's voice, touched her hands and arms and shoulders.

He broke before the Spring Equinox, locked the door of her office, and hefted her into her desk. She gasp-snarled, good hand igniting, until he kissed her and stole her breath and flame.

She stared up at him with wild, bright eyes, and he traced the edge of her jaw. "You are lovely, Kajizu. I delight in loveliness."

Her eyes flickered, then she relaxed against him. "Of course, my lord."

Edited 2010-04-27 21:48 (UTC)

Okay... I'm not quite sure what it is exactly, but something about the hefting on to the desk is really hot.

Wonderful build up. Like a reservoir slowly filling before the dam breaks.

I have to shudder the thought of Kajizu's injury. I like how she slowly builds upon Azulon's mind.

I also get the image of the boy's club just jeering about who'd be then next Seneschal.

I love the little details of Kajizu, of her hand, her voice. I really love the detail of her voice. *purrs*

Karakurt went west from the Si Wong Desert. Few men of flame came so far into the Earth Kingdom to reach his home, and most were killed long before he found them. Not deliberately to keep them from him - none of the tribes or the djinn had known of him until recently.

He had wanted to take the djinn's head. He had plotted it with care, for he knew he would need to fall on the djinn while he rested. Then Karakurt discovered the young man of Tashi's tent, young Latif. The boy also wove the air like his older sister, like the djinn.

He stole the boy away from his herd and broke him, body and spirit, until the boy craved the release of death.

It had been sweet to see the boy's expression when he awoke in his own severed head. Sweeter still to take the boy's airbending and weave it. With this, Karakurt knew he could defeat the djinn and take his head.

Except the djinn and his bride flew into a rage. They fought together, and their wind-storms almost killed him. If it weren't for the power in Latif, he would have surely died.

But survival cost him much - the boy's head crumbled to dust. He'd drawn too much too quickly.

Karakurt knew he would never find another airbender again. But he'd also not make the same mistakes he had made with Latif and the djinn. Perhaps he'd make different mistakes, but there were so many firebenders in the world. He could afford to lose a few heads.

*shudders* Such a horror show, this one. And he strikes again?

Contrary to Avatar Zhao 'verse, in normal'verse, Kashvi is the Avatar two cycles before Kyoshi.

At the crossroads, Takumi meets an Earth maiden.

Her skin is Water Tribe dark, her hair is plaited soot. Silver bells tinkle as she walks. The rest of her jewelry chimes and clacks - bone-white bangles, gold armlets set with red stones, jade rings in her ears, topaz stud in the side of her nose, black rings set with many-colored stones, sandalwood necklaces, blue-white cameo pendants strung on leather thongs.

He stares at the great lady, feeling suddenly small. Who is he to walk away from service to his daimyo with nothing but the clothes on his back and his fiddle? He has left behind less wealth than this woman wears as decoration. "What do people call you?"

She glances sidelong at him, and her eyes linger on the fiddle he carries over his shoulder. "My name is Kashvi."

Takumi looked into her face, and some part of him fluttered deep inside his chest. He thought it near where firebenders kept their fire. "My name is Takumi the Fiddler. The lasses leap as if they were daft when I tickle the strings."

The Earth maid smiled, and the bells on her ankles shivered. "I'll shake my foot with right good will if you'll put bow to string."

At the crossroads, Takumi draws out his fiddle and sets bow to string. He takes a breath, closes his eyes, then launches into a reeling whirl of a melody. It is something like what he played for the daimyo, and something like the glint of sunlight on the maiden's jewelry, and nothing at all like anything ever heard before in his life.

He opens his eyes to see the Earth maid dance, and he gasps that his playing does not falter. She moves quick and sure, ever with his music, her jewelry flashing, her clothing swishing. Every gesture and step is deliberate, as if she knows this song by heart that he has never played before.

"Well done!" He cries.

"Play up!" She responds.

"It's worth my while to play indeed, when I have such a dancer!"

***

He has never played more perfectly in his life, and he knows he never will again. But the mercy of it all is he does not regret it when the melody winds to a close, and the dancing maiden stills her steps.

She smiles at him and kisses his cheek. Then she takes a jade ring out of her ear and presses it into his hand.

"Will I see you again?" Takumi asks, as she turns to go past on the road he will not return on.

She pauses, looks over her shoulder at him. "Ask my father."

Ask her father what, he wants to know. Instead, he slips the jade earring into his fiddle-case and turns to walk down the road she came up.

***

Miles later, he comes to the great port of Jagged Coast Island, and the city is all a'buzz with the news of Avatar Kashvi's arrival.

Edited 2010-05-08 03:09 (UTC)

I like this one, it's very folksy. And Kashvi sounds so lovely dancing. And she must stand out so much to the places we've seen in Avatar. I don't think the dark skin is that unusual (Haru and Tyro have fairly dark complexions) but the way she's dressed. I think June is a bit of an odd duck, but even she doesn't sound as glamorous as Kashvi.

I tend to mention skin-color specifically because there is a tendency with readers to assume 'white' as the default. So even though Kashvi's dark skin isn't especially remarkable in the world, I like to mention it for the readers.

*snuzzles* Hey, could I claim one of my two remaining sketches as of Kashvi?

Of course you can. <3

Onmyodo is not an art practiced in the Fire Archipelago. At least not legally. The Fire Sages disapproved of it, and the first Firelord had risen from the ranks of the Fire Sages. She outlawed the practice.

But it was useful, the divination and curse-working of onmyodo. People didn't forget, and there were still places were the right amount of coin could buy one a practitioner's time and attention.

The colonies in the Earth Kingdom were a blessing from the spirits to the onmyoji.

***

"Clay-child," the man in the red robes said softly.

Lei looked down into her little boy's strange eyes. He'd gotten her green eyes and his father's amber both, his eyes all mixed together like new plants pushing through dirt.

"He has a knack," the onmyoji said. "You should not let it go to waste."

"His father is the one who decides his apprenticeship," she said, pushing the matter away.

"That is the Earth Kingdom way of doing things," the man replied. "This is not the Earth Kingdom anymore, Goodwoman Lei. You can decide for yourself what Dozin studies."

"Dosun," she corrected, Earth Kingdom accent softening the Fire Nation name his father gave him. "His name is Dosun."

Awesome-crazy. *nibbles Dosun* I like how Lei seems to be... she's trying to already decide what Dosun studies? Or am I seeing things? *nibbles on crazy grunge sex god some more*

The minister wears his hair like a woman. All of his followers do too, but on them, it's a uniform. On him... Well, Shi Kai isn't quite sure what it is on him, because he's not sure what Long Feng is.

He's heard all sorts of rumors. He's heard the man isn't an earthbender, and he's heard the man is King Kuei's unacknowledged father. He's heard the Fire Nation princess took him to her bed, and that Long Feng sleeps with his second-in-command. He's heard Long Feng is the real power in Ba Sing Se, the Earth King was his puppet and now the assembly of ministers are too.

He's heard a lot of things. He sees Long Feng glide over stone like an earthbender doesn't. His followers move like men weighted with armor, and he can believe they earthbend.

He's not sure about Long Feng.

He's going to find out.

So base, General. But you're curious as a cat and super eager to boot. *nibbles Shi Kai.*

Oh, Long Feng, confuse the General, yes?

"You fight like a woman!" Shi Kai taunts, hurling a boulder at the long-haired minister.

"You've never fought a woman, have you?" Long Feng sidesteps and stomps, raising a wall to deflect the boulder. Then his hand snaps forward, the wall splits, and three sharp sections go slashing across the ground towards the general.

Shi Kai feels the earth dancing between them and with them. Every step he takes is deliberate and hard, kicking up the drumming of their power, deep and dark in the earth. The minister's steps feel like they ought to be deliberate, but they're soft and sharp, bronze-bright bells compared to him.

"Women don't fight," he declares, smashing one section to gravel and running up the other.

"You haven't met some of the women I have," Long Feng says. The minister hardly moves, except to flick his fingers, but the gravel responds.

This is going to be a good fight. Shi Kai grins.

To be fair to Shi Kai, not a lot of women Earthbenders who fight, besides Toph. And Toph is a special girl. (This is why he wanted Cheng to marry her. Cheng flails and says she's 12, Shi Kai SIGHS and informs him that consummation won't be for YEARS. That's what the harem is for. Cheng hates his life. -- we're not even going to go into the epic NO Toph is going to say.)

And I like how you describe how the benders feel while fighting. It's a very nice touch.

Shi Kai is a very happy man right now, yes. I am pleased to.

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AtLA: Kajizu, This was NEVER in the job description.

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AtLA: Earth: Drain your life blood, but the spirit screams.

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AtLA: Fire, The sun is shining out of my eyes, it will not set tonight.

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AtLA: Dosun, And this madness lies glory.

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Bonus: Shi Kai and Long Feng (Again)

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AtLA: Shi Kai: The Art of War should often be performance art

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