Slayers - Oracle's Wish Ch. 2Chapter 2. A Shrine-Maiden Says What?
So before Zelgadis knew it he'd been dragged onto a terrace and was left to try to massage the feeling back into his arm while Prince Phil, so eager to talk to him before, stared blankly into the sky.
"So," Zelgadis said, a little more loudly than usual in the hopes of snapping Phil out of his uncharacteristic moment of introspection. "You wanted to talk about something?"
Phil looked up at Zelgadis in surprise as though he had forgotten he was there. Then he sighed, as though carrying a heavy burden. He turned back toward the sky and said, "She looks just like her mother, you know."
"Oh," Zelgadis said. And because he realized that he was talking to the crown-ruler of Seyruun he did not say "So?"
"I remember the first time I met her mother," Phil said, leaning against the railing. "She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen."
"Is," Zelgadis began, trying to both get to grips with the conversation and derail the reminis
Slayers-Everyone Needs a HobbyEveryone Needs a Hobby.Slayers-Everyone Needs a Hobby4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It all started because Xellos needed a place to keep his books. He didn't exactly subscribe to the notion that knowledge was power, but knew all too well that knowledge was the best way to leverage power. Not only that, but he also knew the location of every five-star ice cream parlor in the entire world. That was something worth bragging about.
He supposed that he could've kept them on the astral side but well books seem to sort of belong on shelves. And he didn't like reading on the astral side anyway. The constantly shifting light sources made the prospect rather annoying.
And what is a house but a place to store shelves?
So he'd gotten a space of his ownnot to live in, but to keep things in. It worked out well not only for books but for any items that he had to eh 'confiscate' because they were too dangerous for human hands, but were not to be destroyed. Plus he could read mid-air without arousing any
Slayers- A Little Opposition 1A Little OppositionSlayers- A Little Opposition 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1. An Important Matter.
Seyruun City–the white magic capital of the world! The Big Starfruit, as it is locally known. Whatever you want to call it, Lina, Gourry, and Zelgadis were fast approaching it as they crossed over a grassy hill. The rural setting they were passing through, replete with haystacks and bored looking cows, seemed downright strange when you considered that a massive city block lay just ahead. But a massive city block needs feeding after all.
“Man, I can’t wait until we’re at the castle,” Lina said, easing a crick out of her neck. “I deserve to sleep like royalty. None of this sleeping in ditches crap we’ve had to deal with the last few days.”
“We wouldn’t have had to sleep in any ditches if you hadn’t blown up that tavern,” Zelgadis reminded her irritably.
“Aw, come on,” Gourry said. “You know how she gets when they’re stingy with the por
Slayers Fanfic - The Oracle'sPrologue.Slayers Fanfic - The Oracle's6 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was a good-bye meal of sorts after the commotion that had been following them all this time. Well, not really. They wouldn't call it that. After all, Filia had already gone on her own way and Xellos had disappeared soon after that. Tomorrow Lina and Gourry would be going off on their own to find treasure, cause trouble, and eat up a storm across the land. Amelia would be heading back to Seyruun at sunrise as well. After all, princesses can't just go wandering all the time if they're responsible, she found herself thinking somewhat bitterly. And Zelgadis? Well, you can guess.
"Mister Zelgadis?" Amelia asked tentatively.
The dining room of the inn was fairly empty. The rowdier drinkers were fishing around in their pockets and making sheepish, slurred excuses about their "pants being in their other wallet" before readying to make their staggering way home. The bartender was idly cleaning a glass with a rag. It was more busy work to wait until closing time came t
Slayers - Not at all SeducedNot at all SeducedSlayers - Not at all Seduced5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"So that's about the state of things," Lina concluded, addressing her ragtag group of friends from the room of an inn one summer's morning. Zelgadis, Amelia, Gourry, and Filia had sat around the small table in the room and listened patiently to what she had to say. Well, Zelgadis, Amelia and Filia had listened patiently; Gourry had squinted at the wall until the weird stain on it looked like a bunny. "From what I heard the rumors of the book's existence seem pretty solid, but we can't be sure until we check it out ourselves."
"But you really ought to be wary of the information with a source like that," Filia said doubtfully.
"I've said it before and I'll say it again: bandits know their treasure," Lina defended. "Loot locating is basically their entire job. I think it's at least worth looking into, especially since it's so close by."
"A new way to fight monsters," Amelia repeated vaguely. "If the book really contains something like that, how could we not look
Slayers- Wolves and Their PreyTheme #22.Slayers- Wolves and Their Prey5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Wolves and Their Prey.
Really, there is no such sustainable unit as a lone wolf. Oh, lone wolves exist; pushed out by the higher ups in their packs for various crimes against the pack. But a lone wolf is only one step away from death. A wolf by itself will not howl to the lonely moon unless it wants to risk being torn to pieces by either its old pack or a neighboring pack. Wolves have a complicated hierarchy that extends far beyond the alpha pair. Wolves hunt in groups. A wolf by itself cannot scrape by for long in this cold, cruel world. A lone wolf is not romantic.
The wolf with the keen eyes and the sleek coat creeping through the underbrush was not a lone wolf. He was from a proud pack that dominated the western edge of the forest. It was one of the biggest packs in the area, though this didn't say much because many packs in the area had been reduced to as little as four adults, which wasn't even much of a pack anymore. It was those damn farms that had crop
Slayers Vignettes IISlayers Vignettes IISlayers Vignettes II4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In Which Filia Grievously Misuses Xellos's Vast Powers.
It was January and the members of the Ul Copt household were industriously trying not to freeze to death. It had already been a nasty winter, where a blizzard seemed like the normal course of affairs, rags were tucked into every crack, and they wore sweaters in so many layers that they could hardly move their arms.
Then the furnace broke down.
Filia was prepared. There was a stack of firewood outside that practically reached the roof and her basement was lined with jars of preserved food. But none of them were happy and they all had to make sacrifices.
Except of course for Xellos.
While the rest of them pressed as close to the fire as they could, Xellos would hang back, take his cloak off mockingly and ask Filia to open the window so it wouldn't be so oppressively hot. Which always brought about the typical response of Filia wading through her sea of blankets and sweater
Slayers - Terms and ConditionsTerms & Conditions.Slayers - Terms and Conditions5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"She beat you," Beastmaster Zelas summed up after her singular servant finished relating the unfortunate results of his arm-wrestling match with the ex-dragon priestess he insisted on spending so much time with.
"That appears to be the case," Xellos admitted in a tone with a chipper candy-coating and a nervous chocolate-center. "It seems I underestimated her focus."
Zelas took a pull of her pipe and watched as the smoke billowed upwards. Losing a contest of strength against someone who is legitimately weaker than you generally indicates that they have some mental leverage against you. Xellos was supposed to be good at mental leverage. Which made this interesting but nevertheless troublesome.
"So you now owe a golden dragon a former priestess, no less a favor," she said, letting this unpleasant fact and all its implications sink to the floor.
"That is true," Xellos confessed. "She can't ask me for anything. We agreed tha
Slayers - BlendedBlended.Slayers - Blended4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her parents had passed away long ago; even her adoptive home at the temple of the Fire Dragon King was gone, along with those she'd lived alongside for years. So Filia could be nothing but thankful from the bottom of her heart to even have a family now. It was a family that admittedly must've looked strange from the outside. None of them had a drop of blood in common. Heck, they didn't even have race in common. But here they were a blended family.
And it was all because of Val. He was what had drawn them together and he was what they all orbited around now. The tottering child with the unfortunate haircut passing his mornings at the local preschool had no idea what he had brought her; what he had brought them all. Hopefully, someday he would.
There had been many moments in their time together in which that fact had been brought home to her: when she first took Val's egg home; when Jillas, standing on Gravos's shoulders, had hung the shop sign up for t
Slayers Contest: ZombiesNight of the Living Dead.Slayers Contest: Zombies5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Filia sighed happily as she walked down the street in a slightly leaned over posture as she towed the ever distractible Val along by the hand. It had been a lovely day so far. The shop was fulfilling, really it was, but it was nice to get away from the hustle and bustle every so often, and knowing that Gravos had things taken care of back at the home base made it much less stressful to be away.
Of course, the day hadn't been all fun and games as evidenced by the bag of groceries Jillas was carrying as he lagged behind them, bumping into things as he tried to see over the rutabagas, and the bag of pottery supplies she was lugging with the hand that wasn't lugging Val. It had been a day full of necessary errands that had been put off for too long. But that didn't mean there hadn't been time for quiet enjoyment. After all that time spent behind the counter of her own shop it was nice to play the customer role every so often. Not only that, but they'd
Slayers-Discworld CrossoverSlayers on the Discworld.Slayers-Discworld Crossover5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It is very possible that there is a world out there stranger than one in which a gang of super powered spooks battles with a bunch of pious reptiles to decide the world's fate.
That world might be
"Ah, Miss Seyruun. I apologize for the delay," the man at the desk said, shuffling papers as Amelia entered the room.
"No trouble," Amelia said weakly, taking a seat. She was not in the best of spirits. She'd been full of confidence when she'd arrived in the city of Ankh-Morpork earlier that morning, but nearly being mugged by a man who claimed to be a licensed professional in the field of mugging had dampened this feeling. And then there'd been the wait outside the Patrician's office. Something about it had set her teeth on edge. She couldn't help feeling it had something to do with the clock.
And then there was the Patrician himself. She was not fooled by the thin appearance or the delicate pianist's fingers. She'd seen enough of the world to rec
Slayers - Letters Never SentLetters Never SentSlayers - Letters Never Sent5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm heading out after breakfast," Seyruun Castle's postmaster announced, poking his head into the great hall where the royal officials ate shoulder to shoulder with the castle staff as a show of brotherhood, equality, and good-will (not to mention a great savings in space). "Any post?"
There was a squeak of a chair being hurriedly pushed out as Princess Amelia tossed her napkin onto her plate. "Just a second," she said and got up.
"I know I have a pile around somewhere," Prince Philionel said, shuffling uncomfortably from the seat next to the one his daughter had just vacated.
"The ones on your desk?" the postmaster prompted kindly, giving the princess a smile as she sped past him.
Prince Phil snapped his fingers and pointed at the postmaster. "Those were the ones!"
"Already got them," the postmaster said confidently, patting his mailbag.
"Good man!" Phil congratulated and promptly returned his attention to his hearty, artery-clogging breakfast.
Slayers - ChildishChildish.Slayers - Childish5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Filia stirred her lemonade contentedly with her straw. It was a perfect day, the kind that even Xellos couldn't ruin. She sat on her back porch and looked out into the dew-glistened morning.
"I think spring is my favorite time of year," she said as a yellow finch let out a burst of birdsong.
"Oh really?" Xellos said, with a willingness to test her previous assumption about him. "Which part do you like best: the constant rain or the smell of worms the rain leaves behind?"
Filia breathed in the moist air that only had the slightest aroma of worms. "You're wrong," she insisted. "It's the most beautiful season there is."
Xellos cocked his head to one side to look at her. "Autumn has its changing colors, winter its frosted vistas, and in summer everything is at its height of liveliness. What makes spring superior among the four?"
Filia shook her head. "Someone like you could never understand. It's just the feeling in the air. It's like everything is being renewed. It'
Slayers - Tea LeavesTea Leaves.Slayers - Tea Leaves5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Filia had known that life wouldn't always be easy for a dragon living among humans. Hadn't she encountered places in her journeys where dragons were feared or completely forbidden? And even most otherwise kind and fair humans could have a tendency to be a little nervous around a creature that could breathe lasers and level buildings.
Thankfully, the thriving family community of Achaea had welcomed her with open arms. She had been treated with only the greatest courtesy since she arrived there with Jillas, Gravos, and Val in his little egg to set up shop. She had plenty of business and was surprised to find herself becoming a pillar of the community.
And that was the thing really. Because even though no one in Achaea thought ill of her for being a dragon, it did mean that she was well, someone 'not quite like us'. The people of Achaea didn't consider this a bad thing, in fact there were times when hard up villagers needed people 'not quite like us'.
Slayers VignettesSlayers Vignettes ISlayers Vignettes4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
In Which Jillas Eats the Last of the Pumpkin Seeds.
Filia rummaged through her cabinet with growing agitation. They had to be here. A pink Tupperware container should be hard to miss and yet and yet There was cinnamon, the honey-bear, a week's worth of tea (read: four boxes with twenty bags a piece), the lemon biscotti, the peanut butter, the fluffernutter spread, the loaf of bread, and on the shelf Val couldn't reach even standing on a chair: the gin. But no pink Tupperware container.
"Jillas," she said, not tearing her gaze away from the pantry as she looked behind the preserves for the sixth time in the last five minutes, "have you seen the pumpkin seeds?"
"Oh," Jillas said a shade nervously as he walked into the kitchen after a toddling Val, "about that, boss "
"I could swear I put them in here," Filia said, not really listening. "I thought I made enough this year to last me through November." She stamped her foot in childish irrit
Slayers - Flower GardenFlower Garden.Slayers - Flower Garden5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sun went away as Filia put yet another daisy in her basket. She looked up to see what was casting the shadow over her, but knew deep down who it would be.
"What are you doing here?" she asked numbly.
Xellos ignored her question, seemingly too absorbed in the process of taking in his surroundings. "We can't be on holy ground," he said, nodding at the structure in the distance. "So is this an evil garden?"
Filia stood up so that he couldn't look down on her any more than he usually did. She clutched her basket of flowers to her side and answered harshly: "Not evil, just not holy."
"I thought they were one in the same to you dragons," Xellos responded smoothly. He looked into the distance once again. "Speaking of "
Filia wilted visibly. The freshly picked stems looked livelier than she did.
"I think the real question is: what are you doing here?" Xellos asked, gesturing with his staff to the temple over the hill.
Filia toyed with the petal of a yellow
Slayers - Clipped WingsClipped Wings.Slayers - Clipped Wings5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It always started out sharp and peppery. That was when surprise overtook her. He'd say a word or two to her, probably something fairly harmless or a reply to something she thought she'd been saying just to herself, and then she'd jump and look wildly around the room for the source of the comment.
"Xellos!" Filia cried out, that surprise even now beginning to shake away into anger. "What are you doing here?"
Once the surprise was shed, her teeth would grind together and her eyes would narrow. That would generally signal her move from shock into the deep canyon of annoyance and suspicion where she would stay for most of the remainder of their conversation. Annoyance was sugary, diverging into syrupy when her rage deepened. It wasn't filling like fear or pain, or savory like sadness, but it was almost addictively sweet.
He raised an eyebrow. "Don't you ever have anything new to say? I'm sorry to point out that while dragons might consider that a proper
Slayers - ExorcismExorcism.Slayers - Exorcism5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was the first house call of young Reverend Verily Rinderpest's career and he was terrified of screwing it up. He'd initially joined the clergy because he wanted a career in which he could avoid hard work and danger and stay indoors. His dull manner of speaking and social ineptitude made him useless on the pulpit and more trouble than he was worth in missionary work. So they'd transferred him to one of the temple's darker divisions. The dark division, in fact. The one where holy water was your tea and you cut your teeth on silver bullets.
And now he was standing in the threshold of the home of Miss Filia Ul Copt. Everyone in Achaea knew her. She was the dragon girl who ran that lovely shop on the main street. As far as Verily understood it, dragons were the servants of the gods. But selling instruments meant for bashing other people's heads open hardly seemed holy to him. Although the vases were quite nice.
Verily clutched his scriptures to his chest as he loo
Slayers - Everything DiesEverything Dies.Slayers - Everything Dies3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The box was small, cardboard and taped closed along the edges. The markered-on label insisted that it was originally meant to hold paintbrushes, but its purpose had changed. It was a poor casket, really, but it was the best Filia could do on short notice.
She lowered it into the hole she'd dug, deep enough that she hoped that no marauding coyote would make to rob the tiny tomb. She wiped her dirtied gloves against her skirt as she stood up on the parched grass of her backyard. The shovel was by her feet, but she didn't feel quite ready to stitch the ground up.
"Val didn't want to be here for this?" the lone figure next to her asked.
Filia dabbed the sweat from her brow and looked sideways at her fellow "mourner"; if he could even be called that. "No," she said. "He's pretty broken up about it. This is his first real experience with death."
"In this lifetime," Xellos pointed out.
"Yes," Filia nodded gravely. "Gravos and Jillas are trying to cheer him upthey
Slayers - Theory and Practice Not at all Seduced Part TwoSlayers - Theory and Practice5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Theory and Practice
It was past midnight and Filia couldn't sleep. She'd love to have blamed this on the poor ventilation of the inn, the discomfort of the bed, or the glaring light of the full moon assaulting her closed eyes through the window. But the simple facts were: the air was a lovely warm temperature with a light, comfortable breeze; the bed was perfectly satisfactory; and there was only a half-moon in a slightly overcast sky, providing enough light so that if she got up she wouldn't stub her toe, but not so much as to bother her eyes.
No, as much as she hated to admit it to herself, her current insomnia had nothing to do with her surroundings and everything to do with Xellos.
She tried not to think about it. She tried not to think about the things they said and did. She tried not to think about how it felt or what it meant. But she'd been kissed by the most evil, loathsome creature ever to walk the planet and hadn't ha
Slayers - ExcusesExcuses.Slayers - Excuses2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sometimes it’s just not prudent to ask too many questions. After the previous day’s very draining and costly battle against a pair of monsters with an axe to grind against them, most of Lina Inverse’s crew wasn’t inclined to start making a fuss about minor social inconsistencies amongst the group. After all, they were so tapped out of magical power after the fight, that they’d spent all the energy they had left on healing the most major of their wounds. With fresh cuts and bruises still uncured and lacking defenses if they got ambushed again, it was much more important that they keep a careful eye on things as they traveled along the road than it was to examine why things were just ever so slightly “weird” between two of their traveling companions.
It wasn’t as though the behavior was completely unexplainable, anyway. They’d all have been toast if Xellos hadn’t shown up when he did with his veiled threats about
Form - Slayers Demonic ContestForm.Form - Slayers Demonic Contest5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There was a problem, Xellos had to admit as he sat alone in the café of the inn while the others slept, within the monster race. It wasn't a huge problem or a new problem, but it was a growing and largely ignored problem. And it all had to do with the fact that the human form was powerful.
Not that humans themselves were powerful. They were largely weak and easily lead. Even the strongest and wisest of their numbers had easily found failings. Humans really hadn't come much further from the days of yelling and jabbing pointy sticks in the air.
It was that human form. It had an insistence.
Now, it was not common practice to manifest an actual human body. It could be done, but it was more effort than it was worth. Besides, the horrifying thing about a demon's mind in a human body is learning that the body holds all the cards (it has the hands for it, you see). Humans wouldn't notice it because humans barely noticed anything, but the mind is actually responsib
Slayers - The Man of My NightmaresThe Man of My Nightmares.Slayers - The Man of My Nightmares3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I am so sorry about this, Miss Filia," Amelia confessed in a shrill whisper too quiet for even the guests seated at the nearby table to hear, let alone anyone else in the crowded ballroom.
Filia smiled fixedly, aware that every guest in the room had their eyes on the princess. It was all so bizarre. Here was Amelia on her big day—wearing a dress that probably cost more than Filia's house—all grace and royal dignity; here she was, the absolute apple of the eye of Seyruun's celebrating residents; here she was, finally married to Zelgadis after much feet-dragging and excuses on his part. This was the happiest day of her life. And yet, she felt the need to deliver a sincere apology for making the kind of hard decisions that any reception planner must inevitably make.
Filia glanced from Amelia to Zelgadis, dressed up in his military best and with a thin, ceremonial sword tucked at his side, so unlike his usual broadsword. He was letting A
Silly Slayers Vignettes VSilly Slayers Vignettes VSilly Slayers Vignettes V1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
In Which Amelia is Comforted by Strong, Rocky Arms.
Amelia nuzzled her face against his shoulder, wiping a tear away. It wasn’t as though the rocky surface was ideal for tears—no, it had very little in common with a gentle handkerchief. But yet it gave her more comfort than any monogrammed scrap of fabric could possibly hope to.
“Thank you,” she said, squeezing her savior tight, “for being here. It’s been so hard dealing with everything… there are so many responsibilities… and with grandfather gone it’s been so…”
“There’s no need,” the chimera responded, returning her embrace.
“I just know it’s not always easy for you,” Amelia responded understandingly.
“It’s worth it… for you,” he answered, all heartfelt sincerity. “Now,” he said, lifting her chin so she was looking directly at him, “let’s figure out
Slayers - Stop, Look, and ListenStop, Look & Listen.Slayers - Stop, Look, and Listen4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Xellos had been trying unsuccessfully for the last several hours to get Filia to look at him.
Ah, but putting it that way made it sound rather unfairly pathetic. The current state of affairs, with his outwardly nonchalant efforts to turn her gaze his way being thwarted by her insistence on looking at such things as tree bark, dirt, and animal dung (elements that she would most likely insist were much more worthy of her attention than he was), was not the way this whole thing had started. No this campaign had begun not with failure, but with unexpected success.
That morning had run much like any other morningwith a lengthy breakfast served at the inn they'd stayed at. Lina had been complaining about her latest efforts to destroy her sleep cycle by staying up all night looking through as much Outer World literature as she could find concerning magical items, Zelgadis, who had been doing just as much research, complained about how much Lina was comp