The first few drabbles.
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troutman: Saturn Girl of the Legion, with porn groove.
Imra smiled and sipped the kono. "I suppose it depends what you consider erotic," she said. She wouldn't talk like this with most Legionnaires, but she'd known Rokk since they were teenagers.
"Consider erotic?" Rokk asked. "Isn't that a universal constant, at least among human derivatives?"
Imra laughed. "You clearly haven't spent time in other people's minds." She slipped a data crystal into the table's reader, opening a holo document for Rokk to read.
"Meditation and centering techniques?" Rokk looked puzzled. "What is this?"
"Pornography," Imra said, with a naughty voice and a smirk only three Legionnaires had ever seen.
Forweds: The Kids in the Hall: What's the Deal with Bruce's Bike Wheel?
Mark smirked, hanging the stolen bike wheel on the wall.
"I don't get it," Kevin said, shaking his head. "I mean... doesn't he need his bike wheel?"
"I dunno," Mark shrugged.
"Well, what were you thinking?" Kevin asked, pacing. His voice going up with the last word. "Explain to me your thought process in detail, so I understand?"
Mark shrugged. "Didn't think about it."
"No, I guess you didn't think about it. Didn't anyone see you take the bike wheel?"
"Guess so."
"Well, why didn't they say anything?"
Mark thought. "People are apathetic. Besides. I'm sure he won't miss it."
Forarchangelbeth: In Nomine crossed with City of Heroes
His character was a Tanker, of course. Invulnerable/Axe. He played while he guarded the artifact. Never sleeping. Just his computer and his duty.
His character was in Perez Park, off to the side, near the Atlas Park gate. Watching. Watching the Hellions. Watching young heroes come and fight them.
There -- a blaster. 7th level, trying to snipe. Getting surrounded. Losing hit points fast.
His armored body gleamed, invulnerable. He used taunt, and pulled the Hellions off the blaster. He began to swing with the axe.
"TY!" the blaster called over chat.
"I love you," he murmured to the computer screen.
Formasonk: The Legion of Super Heroes in the style of Nobilis
Grimbor caressed the tight links that held Luornu fast. "I know this chain," he murmured. "I know the name of each link, Legionnaire. This chain tightened 'round your twinned body when it was but one, and holds it too tight to permit any separation."
"You have a mastery," Luornu murmured. "But wisdom within chains is wisdom bound. You cannot think flexibly enough to win this game." She smiled. "And I know a secret you do not."
"Oh?"
"My name is not Luornu," she said in Reep's voice, as twin fists struck the Chainsregal from behind.
--from Worldchains, by Querl Dox
And finally, forrobotech_master: Superguy. Specifically Trashman.
Mandy frowned. "Six thousand feet of razor wire. Seven tons of scrap metal. Eighteen requisitions from yard sales, twelve more from antique shops." She arched an eyebrow. "Bad antique shops."
She looked down and continued. "Courtesy of Goodwill: three worn jumpropes, nineteen disembodied Barbie heads and one G.I. Joe without any arms. Two cracked bowling balls. Ninety four depleted automobile batteries. Thirty-four bald truck tires. A food dehydrator with the plug snapped off. And the complete parts for three by-definition disassembled 1999 Honda Civic EXs." Mandy closed the folder. "What is this?"
"Business expenses," he said, turning away.
More in a little bit!
troutman: Saturn Girl of the Legion, with porn groove.Imra smiled and sipped the kono. "I suppose it depends what you consider erotic," she said. She wouldn't talk like this with most Legionnaires, but she'd known Rokk since they were teenagers.
"Consider erotic?" Rokk asked. "Isn't that a universal constant, at least among human derivatives?"
Imra laughed. "You clearly haven't spent time in other people's minds." She slipped a data crystal into the table's reader, opening a holo document for Rokk to read.
"Meditation and centering techniques?" Rokk looked puzzled. "What is this?"
"Pornography," Imra said, with a naughty voice and a smirk only three Legionnaires had ever seen.
For
weds: The Kids in the Hall: What's the Deal with Bruce's Bike Wheel?Mark smirked, hanging the stolen bike wheel on the wall.
"I don't get it," Kevin said, shaking his head. "I mean... doesn't he need his bike wheel?"
"I dunno," Mark shrugged.
"Well, what were you thinking?" Kevin asked, pacing. His voice going up with the last word. "Explain to me your thought process in detail, so I understand?"
Mark shrugged. "Didn't think about it."
"No, I guess you didn't think about it. Didn't anyone see you take the bike wheel?"
"Guess so."
"Well, why didn't they say anything?"
Mark thought. "People are apathetic. Besides. I'm sure he won't miss it."
For
archangelbeth: In Nomine crossed with City of HeroesHis character was a Tanker, of course. Invulnerable/Axe. He played while he guarded the artifact. Never sleeping. Just his computer and his duty.
His character was in Perez Park, off to the side, near the Atlas Park gate. Watching. Watching the Hellions. Watching young heroes come and fight them.
There -- a blaster. 7th level, trying to snipe. Getting surrounded. Losing hit points fast.
His armored body gleamed, invulnerable. He used taunt, and pulled the Hellions off the blaster. He began to swing with the axe.
"TY!" the blaster called over chat.
"I love you," he murmured to the computer screen.
For
masonk: The Legion of Super Heroes in the style of NobilisGrimbor caressed the tight links that held Luornu fast. "I know this chain," he murmured. "I know the name of each link, Legionnaire. This chain tightened 'round your twinned body when it was but one, and holds it too tight to permit any separation."
"You have a mastery," Luornu murmured. "But wisdom within chains is wisdom bound. You cannot think flexibly enough to win this game." She smiled. "And I know a secret you do not."
"Oh?"
"My name is not Luornu," she said in Reep's voice, as twin fists struck the Chainsregal from behind.
--from Worldchains, by Querl Dox
And finally, for
robotech_master: Superguy. Specifically Trashman.Mandy frowned. "Six thousand feet of razor wire. Seven tons of scrap metal. Eighteen requisitions from yard sales, twelve more from antique shops." She arched an eyebrow. "Bad antique shops."
She looked down and continued. "Courtesy of Goodwill: three worn jumpropes, nineteen disembodied Barbie heads and one G.I. Joe without any arms. Two cracked bowling balls. Ninety four depleted automobile batteries. Thirty-four bald truck tires. A food dehydrator with the plug snapped off. And the complete parts for three by-definition disassembled 1999 Honda Civic EXs." Mandy closed the folder. "What is this?"
"Business expenses," he said, turning away.
More in a little bit!
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Date: 2005-04-27 01:19 am (UTC)*sigh* I miss Trashman.
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Date: 2005-04-27 03:44 am (UTC)Effing brilliant. That's the one.
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