The Misadventures of Sister Johanna Sinclair!

It's about damned time, too - since I've been dying to do a video of her kicking the crap out of people in CITY OF HEROES (and believe it or not, I'm doing an anime video of her as well, since I think I found a good series that I can use to represent Jo).  Yay!  

(The music, btw, is Highland's remix of "O Fortuna" (from CARMINA BURANA) by Carl Orff.

And I've started writing random scenes from later in the books - I just need to finish the chapters that I'm UP to!

Michelle
aka
Samurai_ko

The future residents of the currently under construction Anime City need your help. Anime City was created to house my favorite anime characters. It is a kind of what if they left their designated shows and wanted to live normal lives project.  Abel and Johanna are a bit different then my normal favorites and require a bit more effort to design then my other recreations. If anyone is interested...


7/5/08 Update-I have a potential Abel but my recreation of Johanna seems to have stalled.

x-posted to samurai_ko's LJ...

I tripped over today's prompt from the 31_days community and this just came out:

Prompt = Blood and bone and a little bit of night music

"Holding Her Together"

She does not speak as she prowls the corridors of the Vatican. On the surface, she seems serene, but her movements betray her, be it her reflexively clenching hands, the slightly-too-abrupt movement of her head as she glances around her, or the barely perceptible swaying of her body as though moving to some rhythm only she can hear. As Sister Johanna steps outside into the gardens of the Vatican, she does not pause as per her usual habit. Instead, she runs her fingers through her long hair as the wind tosses it around her face, blowing it across her eyes, momentarily obscuring her face.
For the last hour, she has resisted the impulses building inside of her, the almost compusive need to move, to run, to escape, but the emptiness inside of her at last has driven her outside, away from the quiet refuge of her room.
Then a hand comes to rest on her shoulder and she whirls around, nearly giving in to the urge to shriek. But then she registers the presence of Father Leon, his dark eyes concerned and his face somber.
He does not remove his hand, even though he can clearly see that she wants to be away from where she is. She is trembling, but he does not know why.
"What's wrong?" It takes an effort to keep his voice low and gentle, instead of his usual boisterous tone.
"I... I...." She shakes her head, her hair rippling around her shoulders as she does so. Then she lets out a frustrated sigh, and clenches her hands again. "I... need a favor."
"You?" He's surprised - it's not in Johanna's nature to admit she needs help, although he's not been able to decide if it's because of pride, or because of a fear of rejection.
She nods once, but doesn't meet his eyes directly, and Leon senses that this is hard for her, whatever it is.
"Well... what do you need?"
For a moment, she remains motionless, her body radiating tension, her eyes gauging him and his reaction. Then she seems satisfied with what she sees, because she abruptly steps forward, wraps her arms around his waist, and tightly embraces him as she hides her face against his shoulder. She feels his startled response as he almost steps away from her, but she holds tightly to him, feeling hard muscle and rough skin under her hands and her cheek. All at once, the effort of holding back the tremors becomes too much, and her entire body begins to shake as the first sobs finally work their way up from her chest.
"Please..." she whispers, her voice cracking as the tears start to flow. "I..."
Thankfully, he understands, and she feels two strong arms wrap around her, holding her close. He becomes her anchor, and she willingly draws on the strength that he offers as she lets the facade of control shatter. She clings to him, the only reality for her being the solid warmth of him. His heartbeat is strong against her cheek, and the scent of him fills her lungs as she inhales with each gulping, sobbing breath.
She does not dare to unclench her fists where they rest against his shoulderblades, because she fears that if she does, she will dig them into him in a misguided, desperate attempt to hold him even closer. So she keeps them tightly closed, instead holding on with her arms until they tremble.
She squeezes her eyes more tightly closed, and wills herself to remember how it felt to hold her husband like this, how it felt for him to hold her when it seemed the world was going to break her. But that memory fades a little more each day, until finally she realizes that she has almost forgotten how it feels to be held... to be protected against the world. But something has drawn her to the only other person who would understand.
And so Leon holds Johanna, holding her in his arms as though holding her together as she sobs out the loneliness she can no longer deny to herself

Michelle
aka
Samurai_ko

You know how it gets... an idea lodges itself in your head and won't go away until you write the damned thing down.
  

( Move Countermove )

Michelle
aka
Samurai_ko 

I'm surprised more people haven't commented on the fact I posted the next chapter a few days ago.  Damn, don't tell me I lost my audience HERE!

Michelle
aka
Samurai_ko

For some reason I kept finding myself obsessing over unmentioned and largely irrelevent details of the TB-verse (and, often enough, real life). Since Daniel is basically me with a few alterations and improvements, I thought it might be interesting to have him do the same thing. Warning: contains fridge logic and a certain amount of hole picking. 

 

Another story from the Danny-verse (note: come up with a better name for it). Set just after Wordsworth screwed up for a second time (and about five minutes after Danny learnt why headbutting androids is a bad idea).
( Explaining the situation )

Mainly out of sheer stubbornness, I think.  That little demon that sits inside my head that waves all my insecurities and negative thoughts in my face was getting really loud for a while (and sounding an awful lot like a certain someone I'd recently had that bout of unpleasantness with), but I'm hoping to shut it up by force of will.

Damn her, anyway.  At any rate, here's Part XV!

 

Which is probably to be expected since one of the characters involved won't leave me alone either. I might turn this into a proper story at some point but for now I just want to get it out of my head.
 

This is what happens when I listen to music that really just sends chills down my spine.  The music, which in turn inspired the name of this story, is...

*****


*****

(I fully expect nightofcydoniato get the references here... having found the song "Doomsday", and having seen clips from the episode by the same name, all I can think is, "Oh, God...")

Seven Things Johanna Learned About The Future

1. The future has hot priests.
2. Even after over a thousand years, the Vatican hasn't changed much.
3.The future has vampires.
4. The future doesn't have the USA (or anywhere else outside of Europe for that matter)
5.The future has androids. Hot androids.
6.The Inquisition has returned and it's as stupid as ever.
7. The future has sadistic, destructive lunatics (who are even worse then the present day variety)

And because the individual in question keeps taking over my brain....

Seven Things Daniel Knows About The Future

1. The future is Catholic.
2.  Head butting an android is a  bad idea.
3. The future has time travel, but they don't know how it works.
4. The future has vampires, but they're not all bad.
5. At some point, human stupidity reached globally fatal levels.
6. The future has airships.
7. Humanity is still a bunch of idiots.
 

I don't have a clue as to where abouts this is continuity wise, apart from it being some point after ' Out of Place, Out of Time'. A lot more serious then the last one. As always, it's unbeta'd so let me know if I messed up.

~Weaver

Just another idea that popped into my head and refused to leave. Set sometime after Wordsworth managed to cause the same 'glitch' for a second time and basically a moment of randomness and possible bonding between the temporally displaced duo. Unbeta'd so let me know if I made any mistakes, particuarly with regards to Johanna's dialogue.

Just a couple of thoughts that have been bugging me. Firstly, regarding Johanna's power, I know that it goes something like this;
Use it against a human= Knocks them out, or in a case of a certain manipulative little teme, gives them one hell of a shock.
Use it against a vampire = big bang
Use it against a Crusnik = theoretically, the equivelent of a nuke.

I'm just wondering, what effect would it have on an Autojager? Would it be more, less or about the same level of destruction as when it's used on a vamp?

Secondly, what was it that the aformentioned teme saw in Johanna's blood sample? I've been trying to figure it out for months (not continuously of course, I'm not that  sad), and I'm still drawing a blank. The only things I can think of are that there might be some sort of difference between pre-Armageddon humans and post-Armageddon ones, which given the amount of crap that ended up in the environment after that particular act of global stupidity is entirely possible, or that getting hauled though time affected her cells in some way (an idea I more or less nicked from Doctor Who). There's also the question of what exactly the RCO think Johanna is since they don't know the truth (and thank all the gods in heaven for that), but I'm pretty sure that they probably think she's one of the 'living weapons'  resulting from pre-Armageddon experiments (like Elise).

~Weaver

I've finally managed to write a response to samurai_ko's drabble challenge (although, in terms of wordcount, it's closer to being a double drabble). Warning for any softies out there; tissues may be required.

Should I bother with trying to continue with what I started with a certain crack fic of mine (namely, the one where WWW resumes working on the pod, only for the same 'glitch' to happen for a second time), or should I spare everyone the bother and leave it as it is? Just so you know, I don't have any particular long term plot in mind, so it'd probably be a collection of one shots rather then a proper series and probably a lot less serious.
~Weaver

Well, I keep trying to email this picture to nightofcydonia, but since email insists on being stupid, guess it'll have to go here...



Makes you think... doesn't it? 

*whistles innocently*

( You are about to view content that may not be appropriate for minors. )

HEEEEELLLLLPPPPPPPPP!!!

I want to do more one-off writings for Johanna and the gang, but need a few prompts!  Anyone got any they want to share?  GIVE ME PROMPTS!

And I'm surprised that NO ONE has taken up my previous writing challenge (on Abel's response to Johanna's "Confession").  *sniffle*

Michelle
aka
Samurai_ko