First meeting writing meme

[fasterthanthought]

So I was operating on four hours sleep, the best time for ideas. When I thought to myself about how characters meet and forge relationships. Sometimes the meeting is formality, sometimes it's the start of awesome, or really embarrassing. Sometimes you forget you even met them and do introductions over again (sup Soka!).

I needed something to get me back into the random jumping others niche. Anyway, so I figured on a prompt. Give me one of your characters who hasn't met one of mine, and I'll write out a possible first meeting between them. Or if we totally forgot their first meeting and think it would be a funny revisitation. I'm easy like that.

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[its-the-mask.livejournal.com]

Most of yours have met mine already -- maybe Giles and Lisa?

[im-impulse.livejournal.com]

Giles abhored being in hospitals. It wasn't that he disliked them personally, he respected the institutions and what they stood for. But whenever he was in one it meant, at best, serious injuries, and at worse, a last chance to say goodbye before death.

He was, however, completely at a loss for how to handle this visitation. There were no wounds to tend, no bodies to guard, just simply...support was asked for him. And he really couldn't tell you if that made it better or worse.

A nurse with a red sweater came and handed him a ceramic coffee cup. "Dr. Tam asked me to give this to you."

"Ah, my thanks," Giles murmured and took it. Downing the whole thing in two scorching gulps. When he noticed the look she was giving him. One that would have meant a raised eyebrow and small headshake if she wasn't so used to the behavior, well, he took it as almost British.

"It's a quick examination," she said kindly. "And these doctors are the best I've worked with--" her smile curved down a little and her eyes flickered past him before coming back. "But I know how sometimes this place can be a little...unnerving."

"Pardon me, coffee tends to set me on edge." Realizing he had also neglected his manners he stood to introduce himself. "I'm Rupert Giles."

"Buffy told me on the way in. It's nice that you're watching out for her." Again the sad smile. "I'm Lisa Garland."

"I haven't seen you around much."

"I don't...leave the hospital. Much."

"Ah, that would explain things. I myself don't venture out of the library I suppose. My, are you bleeding?" Giles commented, as a small trickle of blood curved down Lisa's temple and sickled down to her neck.

"Oh dear," she said, touching it self-consciously. "I didn't expect--"

A bit of fumbling at Giles pulled out his handkerchief to offer. "Here, take this."

"Thank you," Lisa said, averting her gaze while she dabbed. "As you see, I...really can't go out much."

"It's quite all right. I'm somewhat accustomed to...that."

There was a small moment of not horribly awkward silence when Dr. Tam poked his head out of the examination room's double doors. "I'm sorry, the results were positive. Or should I say congratulations?"

"What do you mean, Dr. Tam?" Lisa asked.

"Well, Kon tested positive in the pregnancy test. But! The, ah, good news is we've discovered the genetic donor wasn't the lake monster. Buffy's the biological father."

"Oh, well, how strange," Lisa said pleasantly. "But at least...oh! Mr. Giles you're bleeding!"

"Oh, am I?" he asked, wiping his hands where the cup had shattered. "How careless of me."

"Would you like your handkerchief back, Mr. Giles?"

"It's all right, I've another."

"Aspirin?"

"That would be most welcome."

[still-walking.livejournal.com]

♥

That's pretty damn awesome. Thank you!

[mini-taur.livejournal.com]

Since I enjoyed his first meetings with Thor and Ricochet (frogs and pantslessness, who can top that?) so much, how about Mytho and Ico?

[wingsinthedust.livejournal.com]

Yeah, our meetings were full of awesome and I doubt I can top it but hopefully this is amusing.


Ico liked 'camp' more than the castle back home. For one, there were less angry monsters trying to kill him. The ones here weren't much trouble. One good hit with a stick and they went down in a shuddering heap. And the nicest thing was if he asked for help sometimes people might show up. There were a lot of people who made it their jobs to take care of others, and Ico thought it was nice that all those responsibities didn't fall on him for once.

So when camp announced the next 'Shounen Tournament' he was dismayed to learn his name was on the list. A good thing was they were assigned partners, so maybe he would end up with the strong nice ones. Or Glinda. He liked her too.

"Hello?" Ico asked the darkness, griping his stick.

"Hello," responded a calm voice, and a youthful looking boy stepped out. He spoke softly, but didn't carry a big stick. Ico was confused.

"Hi. Are you going to try to eat my brains?" he asked timid, but politely. Because it would be rude to hit someone who hadn't threatened to kill you yet.

The boy shook his head. "No. Are you going to try and eat my heart?"

"No!" Ico protested. "I think we're supposed to be partners. Do you want to try and get out of here before they set the monsters on us?"

"All right," the boy responded blithely. As if he asked him the time.

"I have a stick," Ico offered lamely. "Um, do you know how to face monsters?"

"I'm a prince who fought them endlessly."

"Oh!" Ico smiled. "So you can help take care of them!"

"No. I forgot."

"...oh." Ico wanted to ask how you could forget such a thing but he didn't know if that would be rude or not.

Looking at the boy again he didn't seem particularly daring. Not that he was scared or trembling. Well, and the cravat and ruffled sleeves weren't his idea of manly but. He just...looked really sad.

Ico sighed to himself and offered his hand. "It's okay, I'll get us out of here."

The boy regarded it before taking it. "All right. Thank you."

"Congratulations Ico! Your princess is in another castle, but way to accomodate to camp gender stereotypes!" a little man with a toadstool for a hat announced.

The boy blinked. Ico hit it with his stick. "Ignore that."

[mini-taur.livejournal.com]

... it's funny because it's true.

And this, and you, are awesome. Thank you.

[classprotector.livejournal.com]

...god which of ours haven't met I can't even keep track. Um.

Gert and Anya.

[im-impulse.livejournal.com]

As I recall, Bart met all of them. Gert knows about all of them but hasn't had a face to face conversation with Hiro. Giles knows Buffy (duh), Anya and Chase. And Mytho is just Buffy and Anya. |D None of them met Kagura cuz...she hasn't intro'd yet obviously.

Gert met Anya the first time when she was vengeance demony, you want another first meeting or...?

[poor-choices.livejournal.com]

Memory fails >:

How about Mytho and Chase.

[7-of-swords.livejournal.com]

Hmm... How about Setsuna and Mytho?

[esp_not_pms]

...stfu ;;

Also Impulse and Cecile? 8D

[im-impulse.livejournal.com]

It...means you're memorable? ♥?


Cecile was on her daily morning patrol with the troops. Granted, there wasn't much of a perimeter to scout, and Sir Thomas was still safe and secure eating his breakfast off scrambled eggs and those pancakes with the smiley faces on it (his morale was also a very important part of taking care of him!). But she knew how important a strict regiment was for training.

And dogs did need their walkies.

Konii gave a short bark, alerting her to something. Cecile gave them the signal to halt as she noticed a camper dressed in skintight red and white spandex trying to instruct a golden retriever, who was giving him the most dubious look a canine could muster.

"Come on, Mac! How else are you gonna be a super dog if you can't learn to look fierce in front of supervillains and intruders! You keep wagging your tail! Nonono, it's good that you're happy just, not in front of the bad guys! Licking Gorilla Grodd's just slang for beating him up! Not actual slobber--Mac!"

Cecile had to give him credit for trying. Even if his mimicry of a "fearsome glower" he was trying to get his dog to try looked more like a pout than anything else.

"Um, excuse me?"

Both dog and master immediately switched their attentions to the newcomer and her dogs. Bright eyed and bushy tailed (well, the boy didn't have a tail but if he did it probably would have been wagging just as hard at the sight of five puppies).

"Hihow'sitgoingyourdogsarecutecanIpet'em?"

"Um, sure!" Cecile said, hearing only the part about petting before he was over and giving Koroku vigorous scritches behind the ear, to the point where she thought her hand was beginning to blur.

Cecile knelt before his dog, Mac, and gave him a firm pat. "Are you training your dog?"

"Yeah, Brainy won't let him in the lab until he's 'trained' or something. Which is so not fair, he's just as trained as me!" The boy blinked. "Are you a dog trainer?"

"A little," Cecile giggled. "These dogs are part of my guard. We all protect Sir Thomas!"

"So you know lots about teaching dogs how to be good at protecting, right? Can you teach me? Pretty please? Pretty pretty please? I'd really appreciate it! I'll help you wash your dogs or guard Mister Thomas or whatever, I'm good at that, being a superhero 'n all!"

"I'm not sure! We may have very different ways of protecting people, but I'll tell you all I learned from taking care of Sir Thomas!"

Impulse, as she later learned, was a quick and eager study. Just as much as Mac was. Of course, maybe they took a little too much. To the point of Mac adopting a red and white bandanna for his superpet initiation (it wasn't a cape, Bart emphasized, so it was okay).

However, the most awkward surprise came to Brainy when, on the first day he allowed Mac into the labs, Bart giddily lept on him with a full suit of armor.

[inurbase]

...♥!!!