Crafty's One-Shots (Dec 25th, 2019: The Waiting Games)

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Re: Crafty's One-Shots (Oct 26th, 2019: Someone Part 2)

Post by Oddball » Mon Oct 28, 2019 11:57 pm

Very interesting set up.

The story itself had a very calm feeling to it almost to the point of being dreamy. I think skipping out exactly on what Emi saw was a good idea and keeping it vague even when it was mentioned really helped set the mood. Too much detail would have only served for shock value and disrupted the story.

Emi and Saki doesn't spend a lot of time together but their personalities did play well off each other. Shizune was an interesting touch to the duo as she provided yet a third strong but completely separate personality.

The only real criticism I have is the final few lines. I think having a speaking line for Emi asking where the bathroom is and having to even ask softens the last punch you're going for.
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Re: Crafty's One-Shots (Oct 26th, 2019: Someone Part 2)

Post by Mirage_GSM » Fri Nov 01, 2019 12:55 pm

And finally I'm again caught up with all that's been posted here.
I didn't plan to save the best for last but apparently that's how it turned out. And surprisingly it's not even because this one doesn't have any dreams :-)

Also, some punches are hard enough even after softening.
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Re: Crafty's One-Shots (Oct 26th, 2019: Someone Part 2)

Post by Craftyatom » Wed Dec 25, 2019 12:11 am

It’s December 25th (in most parts of the world), and you know what that means! It’s time to publish my entry for this year’s forum secret santa, colloquially dubbed SX! My victim was Oddball, who gave me the prompt Emi and Molly have a nice pleasant time together. Just the two of them.

Now, I’ll admit, I was a bit stumped. It wasn’t a very long or detailed prompt, but it was, at least to me, surprisingly constraining (in part because I’m not very good at slice-of-life). I spent a few weeks trying to come up with some way to make things interesting, given these constraints. There was an “obvious” way to handle this prompt that jumped out at me (and would have required a mature content warning), but given who my victim was, and the whole holiday spirit thing, I decided not to go down that path. Instead, I took a bit of inspiration from a weird old one-shot that’s an extension of a different story entirely, and I think it all worked out pretty well!

So, without further ado, I hope you enjoy The Waiting Games!
Main route: COM(promise)
One-shots: Crafty's One-Shots (Brief Exchanges, Dark Winter Sky, Dreamy, Project Blue Curtain, and more!)
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The Waiting Games - Trust

Post by Craftyatom » Wed Dec 25, 2019 12:11 am

The Waiting Games
Mom wrote:I’ll be there around noon to pick you up. Can’t wait to see my favorite little girl again!
1 - Trust
Emi slowed to a halt, breathing heavily, and took in her surroundings. The sky was a brilliant orange, but it wouldn’t remain that way for long - she needed to settle in for the night.

She took off her backpack and inspected its contents: a small dog, with droopy silver fur, that she still hadn’t thought of a good name for. “How are you doing, buddy?”

The dog looked at her quizzically for a moment, then opened its mouth into a large yawn. “Tired, huh?” Emi patted it on the head, then hoisted the backpack onto her back again. “That makes two of us.”

Fortunately, there was a sizeable, luxurious-looking hotel just down the road. Unfortunately, as Emi approached it, she noticed a car parked in the adjacent alleyway, sporting a sickeningly familiar chrome finish. Emi desperately hoped it didn’t belong to who she thought it did.

Her suspicions were confirmed, however, when she stepped through the front door and saw who was behind the counter, grinning smugly and wearing a fancy suit.

Molly Kapur. Local real estate baron, and arguably, Emi’s arch-nemesis.

They were, in many ways, very similar. They were both missing the lower halves of their legs due to accidents earlier in life. They both wore prosthetics to make up for it, though Molly’s were above-the-knee, while Emi’s were below. They both hated the cold, much to the disdain of anyone who gave them control over a thermostat. And, of course, they both wanted to make a name for themselves in this godforsaken city.

Of the two of them, however, Molly had certainly made more of a name for herself, as was somewhat evidenced by her position behind the counter, as well as her holier-than-thou attitude. “Well well well, what a surprise! It’s always nice to see you around, Miss Ibarazaki.”

Emi groaned. “Just tell me how much this stay is gonna cost me.”

“Straight to the point, as always.” Molly rifled through some papers, then read off of one in particular. “20 thousand yen.”

Emi gawked. “20 thousand? For one night?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“That’s... That’s a racket! How the hell do you justify charging that much?”

Molly shrugged. “I’ve put a lot of money into this place, you know. It’s not cheap to perform these kinds of exquisite renovations. And besides...” She smirked. “You can’t exactly shop around.”

She was right. There wasn’t another place to stay for at least a mile. Realizing that she had no alternative, Emi pulled out her wallet, looked inside, and rolled her eyes. “It looks like we have a problem. I don’t have that much cash on me.”

Emi had expected Molly to look disappointed, but she grinned instead. “No more money? Well, I’m sure there are other ways you could pay me. Why don’t we make a deal? I’m sure that, with the right compromise, we could both walk away from this happy.”

Emi narrowed her eyes, certain that Molly was plotting something. “A deal? Like what?”

“Well, I happen to know that you recently picked up a few pieces of property on the cheap. And that you haven’t been able to develop them. So, how about this: you hand over a few of those deeds, so that I can gussy them up, and I’ll let you stay the night completely free of charge.”

It took Emi a moment to process that suggestion, but as she had expected, it was clearly a trap. “Of course not! I need those!”

“Do you, now?”

“Yes! If I let you have them, I won’t make any money off of them, and the next time I need to stay the night someplace, I’ll be in an even worse position!”

Molly pouted. “Hmm. You have a point. But then again,” she leaned forward, resting her elbows on the counter, “it would be terribly difficult to collect money on those properties if you slept outside tonight, caught double pneumonia, and died on the side of the road.”

This left Emi flabbergasted. “You’d kill me, just because I can’t pay?”

Molly gasped. “Kill you‽ I would never dream of such a thing! I’m not a murderer, Emi - I don’t have it in me. I’m just a businesswoman, trying to make my way in the world.”

Maybe she really was telling the truth, not just being unreasonable. Emi sighed. “Alright, look, I know you have a bunch of rooms free, this place is huge. Just let me stay in one of them, and I’ll leave it the way I found it. I’m not gonna take anything, or leave a mess, just sleep there. I promise. Otherwise, you can have those deeds.”

“I admire your optimism, Emi, but I’m afraid I can’t do that. What would happen if word got out that I give out rooms for free? I’d be swamped with people clamoring for a free room in my wonderful hotel!”

“But you know me! You don’t have to give free rooms to everyone - I’m only asking because you know who I am!”

“Emi, with all due respect, you’re not my best friend, or my coworker, or a family member...” Molly muttered something under her breath. “I just don’t know you that well. I’m sorry, but I simply can’t be giving things away.”

Furious, Emi slammed one hand on the counter. “Are you kidding me? You know all about the deeds I have, and what my property development is like, but that’s not enough! We watched this place grow from a run-down piece of dirt into an actual city, but that’s not enough! I paid a stupid amount of money to ride on your ridiculous train, which is the only reason I don’t have the cash to pay you right now, but that’s not enough!”

“It’s a very high-status train.”

“It doesn’t go anywhere! It just went in a loop and dropped me off where I started!”

Molly rubbed her chin. “Well, as a mode of transport, I’ll admit it’s not exactly perfect, but when it comes to comfort and scenery, it’s-”

“No, no, you know what, that’s it.” Emi tossed her backpack into the corner, and the small dog inside fell out, confused but luckily unharmed. It bounded back over to Emi as she turned around and began to storm off.

“Emi?” Molly called after her. “Are you...”

She turned around again to respond. “I’m done with your stupid game, alright? Thanks for... whatever.”

“Emi, wait, come on...”

“What, you want me to keep going so you can rub it in even more?”

“Emi, it’s not like that. We can play something else, okay?”

“Oh boy, I wonder which game you’ll beat me at next...”

“No, I... Look, we can play my least favorite game, okay? The one I’m no good at, and hate playing.” Emi scowled, but began to think it over. “It’s one I actually think you’d like. It’s more exciting, trust me. And there’s no business in it.” Whether Emi would enjoy it was one thing, but maybe it would be a better way of killing time - and Emi did, after all, have a lot of time to kill. Besides, Molly sounded like she really wanted Emi to give it a try. “Please?”

Emi sighed, her annoyed posture slumping into one of acceptance. “Alright, I’ll try it.”

Molly smiled - not the devious smile Emi had gotten used to over the course of the previous game, but one of joy. “Perfect! I’ll set it up, and you put this one away.”

Emi couldn’t think of anything more satisfying than stuffing that horrid game back into its stupid box.

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The Waiting Games - Fleet in Being

Post by Craftyatom » Wed Dec 25, 2019 12:11 am

Mom wrote:The weather forecast looks pretty bad, so I might be a bit late picking you up this afternoon. Just a heads up.
2 - Fleet in Being
Out in the pitch black of a moonless night, a long line of flame burned, parallel to the horizon. Its smoke billowed high into the sky, though it was difficult to see; as it rose further and further from the brilliant orange flame, it became dimmer and dimmer, eventually fading into the night sky, only noticeable where it blocked out the brighter stars.

It was a fire that meant victory - or, at least, something very close to it. Mere minutes earlier, that combusting mass had been the Carrier Illustrious, its complement of naval bombers a significant threat. But not anymore.

A crewman stepped forward on the bridge. “No signs of activity, Admiral. The Illustrious is dead in the water. We expect her to founder within the next half hour.”

Emi nodded, but couldn’t relax. Not yet. “Do we have radar back?”

“Negative. Their ECM’s still running.”

As expected. “Then we have more work to do.” Emi knew what she was up against, and this hadn’t quite been all of it. Furthermore, she knew who she was up against, and they certainly had more tricks up their sleeve. “We have yet to see Destroyer Serenity.”

“Ma’am, the Serenity is seriously outgunned, and we believe their Admiral is aboard. If I had to guess, they’re only covering their retreat, to try and-”

His sentence was cut short by an ear-splitting bang as the whole ship lurched beneath their feet.

A young woman operating one of the many consoles around the edge of the room called out. “Reports of damage to the starboard hull, with some flooding. The bulkheads will handle a few of those, but not many.”

The crewmember standing by Emi was confused. “Starboard? They should be lit up by the Illustrious - ELOINT, do you have anything?”

“Negative, sir. Nothing on that side but a burning wreck. Even the searchlights are coming up blank.”

Baffled, the crewmember turned back to Emi. “They’ve got a bead on us, we have to respond soon. Admiral?”

Emi stared out the window to her right, at the flames on the horizon - flames which, just a moment ago, had very briefly gotten brighter. She smirked. “They’re behind the Illustrious.”

“... Ma’am?”

“They’re using that wreckage as a smokescreen. Don’t arc it much - thirty, maybe forty minutes over her island.”

The bridge fell eerily quiet for a moment before everyone sprung into action, the regular din returning. Outside, the massive gun batteries of the Battleship Beluga began to adjust upwards, then hovered in one position for a moment before firing.

Time seemed to slow down as the shells arced through the air, then disappeared into the smoke from the Illustrious. And then, milliseconds later, a great ball of fire erupted, backlighting the smokescreen and sending a roaring sound out over the ocean surface, as many in the crew cheered.

Not long after, the crewman at the ELOINT console reported. “We have radar back!”

The crewman next to him, COMMS, spoke next. “Admiral, we’re receiving a transmission over VHF.”

“Hold fire, and pipe it through.”

The loudspeakers spread around the deck emitted a brief burst of static, followed by a woman’s voice. “-of Destroyer Serenity, calling Battleship Beluga.”

Emi smiled. “This is Admiral Ibarazaki, on Beluga. I read you, Kapur.”

A low chuckle. “Ibarazaki! What a shame, to be meeting under such circumstances.”

“What a shame, that we won’t meet again.”

A potent silence filled the room for a few seconds, finally being broken by the loudspeakers. “It’s been an honor, Emi.”

“Likewise, Molly.”

“Now, give me something respectable, won’t you? You know how much I hate the cold.”

“That I do.”

The loudspeakers returned to static, then silence, as the communication ended. The crewmember by Emi’s side turned to look at her once more. “Your orders, Admiral?”

Emi stared out into the distance, at the burning hulks on the horizon, then closed her eyes. “We know where they are. Give them an alpha strike. I want as many shells going downrange as we can manage.”

“Of course, ma’am.” The great machine went into motion once more, with people talking, gears turning, and the great metal barrels outside waiting, expectantly, until at last they all fired in unison. The Beluga rocked backwards from their combined recoil, but on the horizon, the Serenity fared far worse. Even from behind the waning smoke given off by the Illustrious, it was clear that nothing could have survived.

As the crew around her began to congratulate each other, Emi exhaled, and stared off into the distance. It was a strange new feeling, to have bested her arch-nemesis - especially in such a convincing manner.

It felt... fun.

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The Waiting Games - With Apologies to Conway

Post by Craftyatom » Wed Dec 25, 2019 12:12 am

Mom wrote:I might not be able to pick you up today. They just issued a blizzard warning, and said nobody should use the roads until they’re cleared, which might not be until tomorrow morning.
3 - With Apologies to Conway
This red light seemed to go on forever.

Emi had sat at it many times since learning to drive. In some ways, early on, it had helped - she had been a very nervous driver to begin with, but it was impossible to keep her adrenaline levels up when she was just sitting there, staring at an unblinking light.

While that mellowing effect had been nice the first few times, by now it was an absolute drag. Today had been a really long day at work, and she just wanted to get home, shower, eat something, and fall into bed.

And yet, despite it almost being over, her day could apparently still get worse. An aggressively-angled car with tinted windows, clearly some foreign make, pulled up next to her, then revved its engine. Emi sighed, and tried to focus on the traffic light, instead of getting angry at the driver next to her. What she heard next, however, swapped her anger for surprise.

“No way! Ibarazaki, is that you?” Emi recognized the voice, but couldn’t quite tell who it belonged to. Once she looked over, however, she recognized the source instantly.

The driver’s window had been rolled down, revealing a familiar face wearing designer sunglasses and a fancy-looking suit. Emi rolled down her own window to start a conversation. “Kapur?”

The woman laughed, then replied, having to raise her voice over the sound of her idling engine. “So it is you! How have you been?”

Emi smiled. “Oh, you know, work, work, and more work.”

Another chuckle from Molly. “Oh man, I feel you. Long nights working these court cases, trust me. I got today off, though!”

“Oh, neat!” Emi couldn’t remember the last time she got a proper day off. Actually, she could - her boss had called her up at 8 in the morning because someone had come in with an emergency and they needed people to cover the normal shifts. “Did you do anything exciting?”

“Yeah, the hubby and I went to a baby shower!” Emi could only really see Molly’s shoulders and above, but recognized the motion of her patting her midriff. “Only a few more weeks now!”

Emi’s mouth and eyes opened wide in shock, and she responded almost entirely by instinct. “Oh my goodness, congratulations!” After a brief pause, something occurred to her. “Wait, you got married?”

“You act like it’s a surprise!”

“It is! What the hell kind of man managed to pin down the fiery bitch I knew back at uni?”

Molly burst out laughing. “Well, here he is!” She motioned to the passenger’s seat, and Emi could barely make out someone waving before Molly spoke to her again. “To be honest, though, I’m the one doing the pinning.”

Emi grinned. “That’s the Molly I knew! Good on you, girl.”

“You know it. So how about you?”

Emi didn’t like the question, even before she figured out what it was. “Oh, you know, I’ve been kind of busy with work. I’m at a veterinary practice a few miles from here, and it’s pretty demanding.”

“Hey, that’s awesome, you’re living the dream! I remember hearing all about your vet classes back in the day. Besides, they must be paying you some serious dough for all that effort!”

That comment brought their ridiculous juxtaposition to Emi’s attention. She was sitting there, in her 15-year-old Honda with a bunch of animal-themed bumper stickers, wearing scrubs, next to a woman in a chrome-accented foreign sports car. A woman who had just gotten the day off from her law practice so she could go to her own baby shower, while wearing a suit. A woman who was turning left into a gated neighborhood, while Emi was going straight ahead for another mile so she could park on the side of the road by her apartment.

“Uh... You know, it’s enough. I’m comfortable.”

“That’s cool! Got a place of your own?”

“Well, I mean, I have a place. And I live there. Even if it’s not very, uh... fancy.”

“Oh.” Molly paused for a second, then sighed. “So, uh, the point of the game is to have a lot of money and a house and stuff at the end. Whoever has more-”

“I know, I know, okay? It’s not like I haven’t been trying to get more money, it’s just not happening!”

Molly grimaced, then tried to word her next sentence very carefully. “You did kind of decide early on to be a vet instead of a surgeon.”

“I like animals, okay! What’s wrong with that?”

“This isn’t a game about getting what you like, it’s a game about getting money!”

“Well then it’s stupid! Why does it have all of these life choices if it’s just another game where you try to get all the money? At least the ship game was up front about what you were supposed to do.”

Molly groaned. “Look, I know you liked that one, but I really-”

“You really don’t like it, because you lost.”

What‽ Excuse me, I don’t like it because it’s literally a 50-50 crapshoot, and there’s no skill expression! You only liked it because you won!”

The two of them sat there, pouting at each other, for a couple seconds. Neither one got up to leave, or went back to playing - they just sat there, glaring, until Molly sighed, took a deep breath, and started over.

“Alright, I’m sorry. You’re clearly not very interested in this type of game. I suppose I should’ve guessed that.”

Somewhat disarmed by Molly’s reversal, Emi spoke more softly. “Yeah. I’m sorry too. I know you didn’t like that other game.” She thought about it for a moment. “Are there any games in between? Like, a little bit of ship game, a little bit of money game?”

Molly’s face scrunched up in thought. “Not really. Well, I mean, there is one that comes to mind, but it would be kind of difficult to set up.”

“Difficult? Does it have a lot of pieces or something?”

“No, it’s- well, yes, it does have a lot of pieces, but that’s not why it’d be difficult. It’s just that I don’t have it here with me. We’d have to go get it.”

Emi stood up. “Alright, where do we need to get it from?”

Molly looked nervously out of a nearby window at the thick layer of snow on the ground, which was growing by the minute. “Well...”

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The Waiting Games - AEMILIA REGINA

Post by Craftyatom » Wed Dec 25, 2019 12:12 am

Mom wrote:I’m really sorry, Emi. I know you were excited to come home. I’ll pick you up as soon as I can tomorrow, okay?
4 - AEMILIA REGINA
Down in the valley, what remained of the First Royal Army was almost trapped. Almost.

On the east end of the valley stood the Eighth Imperial Infantry Corps, and on the west, the Fifth and Sixth Imperial Cavalry, mounted on chestnut thoroughbreds. To the north, a sheer cliff face boxed them in. But to the south, only a steep bank kept them in. A steep bank that, though not the kind of terrain one would like to fight on, could be used as an escape route.

If the Royal forces could make it up that slope, to the crest of the hill, over and out to the south, they could reach the Avacha Bay. From there, they could try and cross the Bering Strait, over into the relatively understaffed Yukon, and hopefully hold out until spring. It was a risky move, and one that wouldn’t come without a cost, but it was their only hope.

Emi, standing atop the hill, knew that. She had a hunch that the Royal Army knew that she knew that, and were just praying they were wrong, or that she didn’t have the manpower to close that gap.

Sure enough, she watched from above as the forces in the valley took on an odd formation, with curtains of cavalry on the east and west hiding the infantry amassing to the south. They were preparing to make a break for it.

A deep horn sounded, and the First Army went into motion, sprinting up the slope towards Emi. The Imperial forces on either side of the valley scrambled to follow, but they were caught off guard, and lagged behind the troops retreating up the hill.

Emi smirked as she turned to the trumpeter on her left. “Wait for it... Wait for it... Now.” His trumpet sounded a series of short notes on command, and a commotion began behind them.

There, waiting patiently on top of the hill, just out of sight of those in the valley, was the Twelfth Artillery, their cannons loaded and primed. They rolled forwards briefly, cresting the hill and aiming down into the valley, the slope in front of them now little more than a shooting gallery of Royal infantrymen.

They began to fire, the sound of each shot echoing off the cliff face on the other side of the valley, and the opposing retreat began to wither as shot after shot mowed down more and more men. Finally, after what didn’t seem like much time at all, a few more blows of the enemy horn heralded a series of white flags, rising high above the ranks. It was over.

“Cease fire!” called Emi, her trumpeter giving the appropriate signal, and the battle ground to a halt. The First Royal Army was now completely encircled, a gun to its head - and it had, quite wisely, chosen to surrender. Just like that, thought Emi, this whole conflict was over. The world, every corner of it, now belonged to the Empire.

Through the crowd of tired and defeated soldiers, a large elephant, wrapped in many layers of cloth to try and keep it warm, strode up the hill. Its riders flew long white banners, but Emi wasn’t interested in them - she was watching the familiar girl sitting behind them, who was also wearing an almost absurdly thick coat.

As they approached, with tens of cannons and hundreds of muskets pointed at them, the girl gracefully dismounted, landing near Emi before speaking in a voice that was almost too confident to have just lost a battle: “General Ibarazaki! A pleasure, as always.”

“You’re a bold one, Kapur. You had one hell of a retreat planned.”

She chuckled. “I was taking lessons from your campaign in Iberia.”

The soldiers surrounding them, though doing their best to keep straight faces, were confused. Iberia had never been a contested area - it was directly adjacent to the Imperial capital, which had remained untouched throughout the entire conflict. And yet, Emi laughed along, as if she knew something her men didn’t. “Yeah, that was probably my best move last game, even if it didn’t really buy me much time.”

“At least it was warm there - we’ve been fighting in the snow for so long that if I had toes, I’m sure they would’ve frozen off by now.” Both girls laughed for a bit before Molly continued. “Anyways, as I see it, this makes us even, one for one. So...”

“So it’s time for a tiebreaker?”

“Precisely. You do the pieces, I’ll do the cards?” Molly had already picked up the deck by the time she finished her sentence.

“Sounds good to me!” Emi began resetting the board, eager to see what the next round would be like.

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The Waiting Games - No More Can Be Done Today

Post by Craftyatom » Wed Dec 25, 2019 12:12 am

Emi wrote:It’s okay, mom - I found someone to pass the time with for today. See you tomorrow!
5 - No More Can Be Done Today
Molly yawned. “Alright, I think that’ll be my last one. I should get to sleep soon.”

“Aww. Are you sure?” Emi had lost track of how many times they had played this game, but she felt like she could go for a few more.

“Yes, I’m certain.” Molly chuckled. “You know, a few hours ago, I would never have guessed that you’d be begging me to play one more game.”

Emi was somewhat opposed to the idea that she was ‘begging’, but still had to admit that she had undergone quite a reversal. She had spent all morning trying to stave off boredom until her mom arrived to pick her up, and when she had found out that she’d have to wait a whole extra day, it seemed like an impossible task.

There was no point trying to go for a run, or even a walk - the blizzard outside made it difficult to get traction, and she didn’t like being out in the cold anyways. All of her friends had gone home earlier, and the school was pretty much deserted, save for the occasional sighting of Ikezawa from 3-3. Maybe her ride home had also been held up by the snow.

The boredom had gotten so bad that Emi even tried doing some homework, only to find that her teachers had apparently decided to let the students enjoy the break for once. There had been some minor assignments, but she had finished them all in the days prior.

Having vowed never to do homework early again, she tried staring out the window, listening to music, and eventually, just pacing around the girls’ common room. There, Molly had noticed her frustration, and suggested playing a game together to pass the time - and indeed, how the time had passed.

“Alright. Should we take this game back to where we got it?”

Molly glanced out the window, then grimaced; not only was there still a thick blanket of snow on the ground, but it was now also pitch-black. They had been playing for a long time, and the sun had set early, given how deeply into winter they were. “No, let’s just leave it here. We can take it back some other time.”

Emi shrugged. “Fair enough. Besides, I’m sure they won’t mind if we don’t have it back right on time.”

“Well... Let’s not find out. I’ll take it back tomorrow.”

Molly yawned again, and Emi noticed. She was clearly pretty tired. “Hey, why don’t you go to bed, and I’ll put all this away?”

“Oh... Are you sure you don’t mind?”

“Yeah, it’s no problem. You go ahead.”

Molly smiled. “Alright then, I suppose I shall.” She stood up, took a few steps back towards her room, then stopped, and looked back at Emi. “Thank you for playing with me today, Emi.”

Emi was a bit surprised. “Sure thing! And, uh, thanks for helping me pass the time.”

“It was my pleasure.” With that, she turned and left, and Emi began to put the pieces back into their little boxes, and the little boxes back into the big box.

All things considered, it had been a surprisingly good day.

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Re: Crafty's One-Shots (Dec 25th, 2019: The Waiting Games)

Post by Mirage_GSM » Thu Dec 26, 2019 4:54 pm

When I started reading mmy thought was: "There's no way someone can have a pleasant time with that game."
...and then you baiscally wrote three more stories :-)

I remember the "different story entirely" very well.
Not so much the "weird old one-shot" though it was fun to reread it.

For inspiration for further chapters let me recommend the anime Houkago Saikoro Club that just finished airing.
Emi > Misha > Hanako > Lilly > Rin > Shizune

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Re: Crafty's One-Shots (Dec 25th, 2019: The Waiting Games)

Post by Oddball » Fri Dec 27, 2019 10:58 am

That was a nice cute little read. I wasn't quite sure where you were going with it at first. It wasn't up until the part about the train where I started to catch on. Interesting take on Molly too.
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Re: Crafty's One-Shots (Dec 25th, 2019: The Waiting Games)

Post by Feurox » Fri Dec 27, 2019 8:11 pm

Loved it, but then, of course, I'd seen this already in proofreading. Fantastic story, and so wonderfully creative! I have to agree with Odd, your Molly is a fantastic take on the character. Well done!

Pleasure to read, proofread, and re-read. Well done Crafty!

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