Wednesday, June 12, 2019

Night Vision: In Which We Post Another Fanfic

Disclaimer: Kenshin does not own the Yuu Yuu Hakusho characters (they are the property of Togashi Yoshihiro et al), and does not make any money from said characters. Don't sue.
What Kenshin does own, however, are all the original characters in this work. Any attempt to "borrow" these characters will be met with the katana, or worse.
The events in Idiot Beloved take place shortly after the Dark Tournament; Firebird Sweet directly follows that timeline. This story is set many, many years after that.
Title: Night Vision
Author: JaganshiKenshin
Genre: General
Rating: K
Summary: A foggy, lonely night, and someone is stalking Hiei.
A/N: Set many years after the Dark Tournament, this story's one of Hiei's shortest, and as close as Hiei will ever come to experiencing 'angst.'
Thanks for reading this, and Hiei appreciates your reviews!
"It's rude to hide your aura."
Night Vision
Night falls early in November.
The chill Tokyo air smelt of death, soaking into Hiei's bones. It was a place in which to hide, to forget every blessing ever bestowed, bleak as an endless desert.
Compact and muscled, with bristling black hair, and not exactly human, Hiei trudged a lesser downtown avenue.
A few stores were still open, throwing swaths of light onto the pavement, but no one was buying.
Luminous fog hung in curtains that kept passersby hidden, and though no one was in sight now, Hiei knew was being hunted. And I'm too tired for a fight, too down.
Yet when footsteps echoed behind him, he ducked down a cross street, sliding from self-pity to Yellow Alert in an eyeblink
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Sunday, June 2, 2019

Mystery Ink 25: In Which We Desperately Play Catch-Up

Dr. Inkenstein has gone on a ledge and is using....

Clairefontaine paper without a net!


The paper towel flower shows bright turquoise as well as muted slate and bilberry. I like it.

This is a really, really nice ink. I didn't see sheen, though....maybe I'm looking at it wrong, or my nib isn't wide enough.

The sheen DID show up later, on Kokuyo Campus Notebook paper.  As the ink dried and concentrated in the little Dollar Demonstrator, the sheen thickened.

Turns out, this is Dr. Inkenstein's first-ever Robert Oster Ink: Carbon Fire.  It's really reallyreally nice. And many thanks to AZK for carrying on the Mysterious Inkage.

Mysteriously Exploded: In Which It Looks Like A Crime Scene

Dr. Inkenstein had a sad....for this edition of Mystery Ink arrived in a pitiful condition. Some had leaked, due to atmospheric pressures or some such.  Food gloves are my friend!

A nice burgundy-looking ink:


There was ink to mop up, so I did my usual paper towel 'flower.' Does there appear to be a sort of neon-pink halo here?

This was an ink Dr. I had never heard of, much less used before.  And I liked it so much I bought a bottle.

5280 Vineyard Burgundy.  Still to be found on Fleabay.  Under eight bucks.  Supply your own label.  It's part of the fun.

MI 22: In Which Agent Smith Appears

Over at FPG, the Mysteries continue.  (Thanks, Scooby, for letting me try 22.) It was late when I got the sample, the loaded pen didn't want to write, so I let it sit overnight in hopes that it would be an easier start the next day.


The paper-towel chroma went down flat, but when dry, it developed a fascinating, chalky, gun-blue center.


Test it on other papers and it appeared a much lighter gray when applied to Staples Bagasse.  Hmm.  And, the revelation.

Ink: Montblanc 90 Years Permanent Gray.  Now Unobtainium.   

What fun! 

Saturday, February 23, 2019

Walking To Siberia: A Yuu Yuu Hakusho Fanfic

Disclaimer: Kenshin does not own the Yuu Yuu Hakusho characters (they are the property of Togashi Yoshihiro et al), and makes no money from said characters.
What Kenshin does own, however, are all the original characters in this work. Any attempt to "borrow" these characters will be met with the katana, or worse.
Idiot Beloved takes place shortly after the Dark Tournament; Firebird Sweet directly follows.
Title: Walking To Siberia
Author: JaganshiKenshin
Genre: General
Rating: K+/PG-13
Summary: Why is Hiei on a tiger to "Siberia?"
A/N: As always, thanks for your reviews and faves.
"Come to the summit if you want her back alive!"
Walking to Siberia
'He who rides the tiger cannot easily dismount.'
Said someone or other, somewhere. Hiei realized this was true; the great beast's powerful shoulders shifted beneath his clutching knees with each step. To dismount before they reached the summit could prove fatal.
Shafts of light pierced the dense forest, igniting the tiger's fur to gold. A Siberian with flaring ruff, the beast dwarfed the narrow trail. On either side loomed pine, fir, larch, and spruce, heavy with resin, glistening with dew.
"Are we there yet?" The tiger spoke in a semi-comical whine. For a wild creature just given his freedom, the tiger seemed lazy and ungrateful.
"No." A pine branch smacked Hiei's face. "Siberia's at the top of this hill."
Except that this was Montana, and the hill was a mountain.
Hiei was compact, tough, a born fighter with bristling black hair decorated by a white halo, and, though he could pass for human easily enough, he was not. He was a youkai, with powers some might see as magic.
'With great freedom comes great responsibility.' Who had said that one? On this particular day, Hiei had more responsibility than he wanted, and if he let himself dwell on what had brought him here-
This was different from riding a horse, closer to the ground, the back long and dangerously flexible. Horses might stomp, bite, and toss you, but they weren't equipped with fangs like butcher knives and claws like grappling hooks.
It all started with that miserable crow.
Which was actually a jaki-one of those small youkai that often act as messengers. It had startled Hiei as he strolled the grounds of the Kidd's California estate. This jaki very much resembled a crow, if you ignored the three yellow eyes lined up in a row above its blood-red beak.
Alighting on a branch just beyond Hiei's reach, the creature delivered an imperative: "We have your Firebird. If you want to see her alive again, come to the summit riding a tiger."

Monday, December 3, 2018

MI # 21: In Which Dr. Inkenstein Has The Gall

Dr. I does not know what to make of this Iron Gall ink yet...but loaded a Safari and plunged 'write' in. 

In the vial and the chroma, it's a cerise/fuschia color. But it dries dark. I believe it will flow better once it settles in to the pen.


Not very complex flower chroma, but interesting in that it retains the brighter color element:


The ink was very unhappy when Dr. Inkenstein wrote to a pen pal using Clairefontaine paper. It writes better on Rhodia Ice. Which hardly even makes sense.

In any case, I love doing Mystery Inks; this one turned out to be Platinum Lavender Black. Thanks, Scooby!

Monday, October 8, 2018

Dimensions: A Yuu Yuu Hakusho Fanfic

This particular tale casts Shayla Kidd in the role of detective.
Title: Dimensions: A Shayla Kidd Mystery
Author: JaganshiKenshin
Genre: Action/Adventure, Mystery
Rating: K+/PG-13
Summary: A house of horrors, and Shayla Kidd walks into it.
When a black cat crosses her path, the nightmare begins
Dimensions: A Shayla Kidd Mystery
"Are you alone?"
The girl plucked at her sleeve, a jerky, nervous gesture. "For now," she murmured.
But why, she wondered, would the girl's captors leave her alone in the house, even for a few minutes? "Then... could I please impose on you for another favor?"
"Certainly." A refined girl, Shayla estimated, of good background, innocent, but fallen into evil hands?
"I'm very thirsty. Would you...?"
"Oh," said the wan girl. "Please help yourself. The kitchen is down the hall, then again to the right."
Shayla Kidd went into the kitchen, glanced at the bare kitchen counters, then rifled through the cabinets. Nothing that screamed human trafficking, just a dreary assortment of rice crackers and ramen packets.
Been here too long already. She opened a base cabinet, balanced on one knee.
Youki! Faint, but-
Better get out now, take the girl with me, bring her somewhere safe. Say something along the lines of, 'I know we're in the same boat, we can flee together.'
A touch startled her; she almost yelped, then breathed out in relief. It was only the small black cat from outside, at her elbow. Nice kitty. Go away.
She reached out toward the silent, urgent cat, trying to brush it aside, but it disappeared from under her hand-
Shayla Kidd lost her balance, slipped forward, sensed a faint whistle of air. The blow connected with the back of her head. Stars exploded before her eyes. Then darkness.
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