Raindrops

The rainy season has arrived, ushered by a typhoon ironically named after my father. My mom took great delight in ribbing my father about the typhoon and especially its international name: Nida.

Looking outside the office, the clouds are gray and heavy and the roads are wet. It's such a homey scene if it weren't for the fact that I have to venture into the rain to go home.

Random Recs for the season: Tim Nolan's fanfiction series found here.

His series is epic. It starts off with Awakenings, his version of Minako, Michiru and Haruka's origins.

But his magnum opus really starts to fly at Obligations, showing the awesome burden of duty on one person's shoulders and the series ends in the aptly named: The End of the Beginning.

His fanfictions aren't just cut and dry stories of the senshi, rather it also shows that great power comes from sacrifice.

It's also because of him that I've come to love Minako, few fanfics touched upon Minako's life as Sailor V and her leadership role but Tim Nolan handles her beautifully.

Here's an excerpt from Obligation. Caution, spoiler warning:

She was about to stand up when she realized the room was just brighter than it should have been on this dark night. The girl's features were tinted a soft gold from something that was behind her. Minako was also smiling and cried out happily at whatever it was.

It couldn't have been a threat or she would have
felt it. Michiru was asleep in another room, and there
was thirty feet of empty air below that window, and no
ledge for anyone to stand on. There was, however, a
print of a painting on the other side of the room with
a glass pane protecting it. She slowly raised her eyes
to it in order to make sure that whatever it was would
not be aware that she knew of it's presence.

A young woman floated in the air outside, wearing a white and orange fuku, and she glowed the same golden color as her long hair. She was making a silly face at the child and waving a hand at her. She then stopped and straightened up, a more serious look on her face as she slyly winked.

Haruka burst into motion, spinning as quickly as
she could under the circumstances, her arms carefully
holding the child. By the time she turned around, the
figure outside the window was gone.