A HpxNaruto crossover starring...

Manda!

You know the large purple snake? Orochimaru's moody summon boss? Yeah, that Manda.

No, really, I'm serious.

Warnings: Crack-some-ness, Crack-in-a-hat and more crack than you know what to do with. Unedited. Short- so very short.
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"Manda!"

Manda groaned and coiled his body tighter, trying not to lose the comfortable heat that he'd managed to absorb.

"Manda!"

Manda groaned, opened an eye and stared up at the large silvery-grey snake. "What?"

"Don't use that tone with me!"

Manda sighed and raised his head slightly so that it seemed slightly more respectful. "What is it, mother?"

The large silvery-grey snake, his very old but still very deadly mother, hissed in exasperation. "Don't forget who laid the large egg you came out of! Show some respect, you hatchling."

Manda didn't twitch. Because the leader of the snake summons had a reputation to keep. Instead, he slowly uncoiled his body and raised his body so that he was staring down slightly at his mother. But he politely asked, "What's wrong?"

"Your brother."

Manda stifled a groan. There could only one brother his mother would actually bother him -from a nice restful nap- about. The youngest of their clutch, who was also their mother's favourite. Had been their mother's favourite for a very long time.

Some RP-ing instead of Story-writing

So... if you've been visiting the blog since I first started it, you would have noticed my occasional experiments with widgets.

If you're sort of new to this blog- just know that sometimes I'm really curious about experimenting with things on here. I had a chat-thing on here, a poll thing, picture gallery thing, a formspring question thing... so a lot of random things that never really stuck around because I got too annoyed at having to log in everywhere and stuff...

Anyway, why am I talking about this?

All that probably doesn't have a direct connection to what I'm about to talk about. No, wait. The moral of all the above is that I'm crazy curious about things.

All right, continuing to the important part.

I heard about omegle (which is an online chat website where you can randomly talk to strangers without having to register or whatever). Even though it's been around for a while, I just recently heard of it and thought to myself...I must try it.

So I did.

I put in a whole lot of interests- ranging from writing to various shows/books/anime I love- and clicked text.

And omegle gave me a stranger who shared the common interest 'sherlock'.

I, being a naive omegle newbie, thought we were going to discuss crazy outlandish Reichenbach survival theories. Instead stranger typed out a line- which was supposed to be a text from Sherlock- an obvious start to some sort of RP.

I stared at stupidly at the screen for a bit too long because I've never really participated in an RP before and so the stranger disconnected on me.

But I wasn't deterred.  Though I'd never really participated in an actual RP before, I was... curious. And I didn't want to to any serious work/writing.

So I connected again. Oddly enough, I connected with another person who had 'sherlock' as a common interest and they immediately started typing something furiously. I waited, preparing myself to be in John's mindset in case it was an RP. If it wasn't an RP, then I had enough to talk about easily.

It was an RP that started with a text message.

Except it wasn't a text from Sherlock. It was a text from SM (Sebastian Moran- who isn't actually seen in the BBC series, I think. Thankfully I'm very familiar with the original stories) to Moriarty.

I was supposed to RP as Moriarty. Obviously, a shock since I had expected to be John. (gosh, I just realised how odd this all must sound.)

But I typed out a response.

And by the end of our super long chat session- when the other person had to leave- I got told that I played the 'perfect' Moriarty.

I'm not sure how I feel about that.

Pride that I aced my first try at an RP? Horrified that I played an unhinged creepy psycho perfectly?

I think it was mostly shock of some sort, because when the other person asked for some means of contact so that we could RP again, I accidentally closed the tab.

And even though I can't remember how or why our RP had a crazy twitchy doctor to whom I, as Moriarty, gave permission to experiment on our captured prisoners or something like that... I can't help but think it was fun.

So fun that I think I might give RP-ing another go in the future... though maybe not in the Sherlock fandom.

Polar.
P.S. I hope all you Canadian readers had a fun Canada day long weekend.
P.P.S. To all my American readers, Happy 4th of July to you.