Christmas Spirit Renewed!
Dec. 17th, 2009 10:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crossover_chickMostly because I finally found out who does one of my favorite Christmas songs! Or, rather, mixed-up medley of Christmas songs. . . Straight No Chaser's 12 Days of Christmas :D And if you're wondering, this is the song that inspired the 88 Advent minific last year where I Rickrolled the Christmas Carols. XD
Anyway! Christmas fic time:
The Fifth Thing of Christmas that’s such a pain to me:
Five Months Of Bills
“Okay, and how much for this?”
“The butterfly net? Oooh, not more than 40 silver, to be sure.”
“Really.”
“Yes, really!”
Marty sighed and leaned against the wall. “Hey, Alice, could you come over here a minute?”
Alice paused in her own shopping and walked over. “What is it?”
“You’ll see.” Marty turned to face the storekeeper. “This is my friend Alice. She’s known around her hometown as Little Red Riding Hood. Have you ever heard of her?”
The storekeeper frowned. “I have a nephew who lives over by Gale’s Town. He’s told me there’s a girl there by that name. A monstrous woman, known for slaying any beast known to man.”
“That would be me, yes,” Alice said with a disturbingly playful smirk.
“Yeah, we’re pretty good friends,” Marty said easily as the shopkeeper turned pale. “Funny thing, though. There was this horse dealer in Gale’s Town who was quoting me a lot of silver for some horses, but the minute he saw I was with Alice, the prices came way down. You wouldn’t be making the same mistake, would you? ‘Cause we’re not idiots.”
“. . . I stand by what I said. After all, three bronze is not more than 40 silver.”
Marty grinned. “Yeah, that’s true. Okay, thanks Alice.”
“Clever boy,” Alice snickered as the shopkeeper hurried away.
“Hey, I may not know fear myself, but I’ve picked up on a few ways on how get other people to feel it.”
-M: *snorks*-
Yeah, I thought you might like that.
-VD: I assume they're doing their Christmas shopping?-
Yup -- Marty in particular is looking at Victor's gift. Five Months Of Bills just suggested to me another story about shopkeepers trying to overcharge the young man with a sackful of gold and a cheery attitude. Unfortunately for them, Marty's rather more clever than the original Boy Who Set Out To Learn What Fear Was. In fact, you people have probably noticed that's sort of his new berserk button -- being called an "idiot" instead of "chicken."
-TD: Amazing how he's figured out how to use something he doesn't quite understand.-
Well, I think the original Boy managed it too -- he DID threaten the head ghoul of the castle with a hammer until he gave up the location of the treasure. Marty doesn't really get why other people feel fear, but he knows they do, and he's figuring out how to use it to his advantage.
-VDM: He does figure it out by the end of the fic, right?-
Yeah -- but I'm not sure he'll enjoy the method. . . .
All right, not much else to report -- had a much better day at work today, and I got quite a bit done on "The Solicitor's Ward." We're finally up to the awkward moment where Uncle Charles walks in on Victor and Alice kissing. :D Plot ahoy!
But first, bed, as it's freaking cold and I need to hide under the covers.
Anyway! Christmas fic time:
The Fifth Thing of Christmas that’s such a pain to me:
Five Months Of Bills
“Okay, and how much for this?”
“The butterfly net? Oooh, not more than 40 silver, to be sure.”
“Really.”
“Yes, really!”
Marty sighed and leaned against the wall. “Hey, Alice, could you come over here a minute?”
Alice paused in her own shopping and walked over. “What is it?”
“You’ll see.” Marty turned to face the storekeeper. “This is my friend Alice. She’s known around her hometown as Little Red Riding Hood. Have you ever heard of her?”
The storekeeper frowned. “I have a nephew who lives over by Gale’s Town. He’s told me there’s a girl there by that name. A monstrous woman, known for slaying any beast known to man.”
“That would be me, yes,” Alice said with a disturbingly playful smirk.
“Yeah, we’re pretty good friends,” Marty said easily as the shopkeeper turned pale. “Funny thing, though. There was this horse dealer in Gale’s Town who was quoting me a lot of silver for some horses, but the minute he saw I was with Alice, the prices came way down. You wouldn’t be making the same mistake, would you? ‘Cause we’re not idiots.”
“. . . I stand by what I said. After all, three bronze is not more than 40 silver.”
Marty grinned. “Yeah, that’s true. Okay, thanks Alice.”
“Clever boy,” Alice snickered as the shopkeeper hurried away.
“Hey, I may not know fear myself, but I’ve picked up on a few ways on how get other people to feel it.”
-M: *snorks*-
Yeah, I thought you might like that.
-VD: I assume they're doing their Christmas shopping?-
Yup -- Marty in particular is looking at Victor's gift. Five Months Of Bills just suggested to me another story about shopkeepers trying to overcharge the young man with a sackful of gold and a cheery attitude. Unfortunately for them, Marty's rather more clever than the original Boy Who Set Out To Learn What Fear Was. In fact, you people have probably noticed that's sort of his new berserk button -- being called an "idiot" instead of "chicken."
-TD: Amazing how he's figured out how to use something he doesn't quite understand.-
Well, I think the original Boy managed it too -- he DID threaten the head ghoul of the castle with a hammer until he gave up the location of the treasure. Marty doesn't really get why other people feel fear, but he knows they do, and he's figuring out how to use it to his advantage.
-VDM: He does figure it out by the end of the fic, right?-
Yeah -- but I'm not sure he'll enjoy the method. . . .
All right, not much else to report -- had a much better day at work today, and I got quite a bit done on "The Solicitor's Ward." We're finally up to the awkward moment where Uncle Charles walks in on Victor and Alice kissing. :D Plot ahoy!
But first, bed, as it's freaking cold and I need to hide under the covers.
