WIP Wednesday ("Peak Ninja Bullshit")
Feb. 3rd, 2019 12:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
northstarfanNot even the GI Goodnight scrap I was actually working on, but it popped up and I wanted to jot it down. XD (Also, it's not Wednesday.)
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“Do you know what this is?”
Storm Shadow evaded the COBRA agent coming at him. The man’s eyes were glowing with unearthly fire, but he held his M16 as if it were a club. Storm used the momentum of his step to get behind his guard. A thrust of his sword, and the fire went out. The corpse hit the ground.
“What, Goody?”
Goodnight snapped a glare Storm Shadow’s way; it did nothing to dim the bastard grin on Storm’s face.
“This is peak ninja bullshit!” Goodnight threw his machete at the nearest possessed agent and snatched up the abandoned M16. Gunfire cut down the last of their foes, and then they were bolting down the tunnel with Storm in the lead.
“This is it, Storm, I swear to fuck!”
“Jump.” Storm went over the pit trap without missing a step, then turned to haul Goodnight back from the edge as he landed.
“We are retiring after this,” Goodnight informed him, even as they sprinted forward again. “You’ll learn to fucking relax, sleep in on Sundays, all that good shit.”
No real chance of that, not with Storm still working off a lifetime of misdeeds for the privilege of not being handed over to international courts. But Storm was more than willing to let Goodnight keep spinning stories so long as it helped him keep his focus under pressure.
“I’m not living in your trailer, Robicheaux.”
“It’s bigger than our quarters. You’ll learn to love it. Fuck!”
They halted at a branching corridor. Three identical doorways. The floor of the first seemed to slope upward, but footprints over the dusty stone lead toward the middle door.
Goodnight frowned. “We head up and out into the open, maybe the comms start working again. We could meet up with Outlaw and the others.”
“If they’re still alive,” Storm pointed out. “And if that way even leads out. We know Sei Ten and his guards went this way.”
“You suggest we split up and I will shoot you where you stand.”
“We only have so much time, Goody.” Storm’s attention was fixed on the second door. “I trust you to watch my back. But if they wake that thing and you bring in the cavalry…”
“Better odds.” Goodnight swore again. He offered the rifle, but Storm shook his head.
“You keep it.” He smirked. “I’ll be fine. Sei Ten didn’t count on 500-years-dead Arashikage being shit with assault weapons.”
And then they were running again, but in opposite directions.
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“Do you know what this is?”
Storm Shadow evaded the COBRA agent coming at him. The man’s eyes were glowing with unearthly fire, but he held his M16 as if it were a club. Storm used the momentum of his step to get behind his guard. A thrust of his sword, and the fire went out. The corpse hit the ground.
“What, Goody?”
Goodnight snapped a glare Storm Shadow’s way; it did nothing to dim the bastard grin on Storm’s face.
“This is peak ninja bullshit!” Goodnight threw his machete at the nearest possessed agent and snatched up the abandoned M16. Gunfire cut down the last of their foes, and then they were bolting down the tunnel with Storm in the lead.
“This is it, Storm, I swear to fuck!”
“Jump.” Storm went over the pit trap without missing a step, then turned to haul Goodnight back from the edge as he landed.
“We are retiring after this,” Goodnight informed him, even as they sprinted forward again. “You’ll learn to fucking relax, sleep in on Sundays, all that good shit.”
No real chance of that, not with Storm still working off a lifetime of misdeeds for the privilege of not being handed over to international courts. But Storm was more than willing to let Goodnight keep spinning stories so long as it helped him keep his focus under pressure.
“I’m not living in your trailer, Robicheaux.”
“It’s bigger than our quarters. You’ll learn to love it. Fuck!”
They halted at a branching corridor. Three identical doorways. The floor of the first seemed to slope upward, but footprints over the dusty stone lead toward the middle door.
Goodnight frowned. “We head up and out into the open, maybe the comms start working again. We could meet up with Outlaw and the others.”
“If they’re still alive,” Storm pointed out. “And if that way even leads out. We know Sei Ten and his guards went this way.”
“You suggest we split up and I will shoot you where you stand.”
“We only have so much time, Goody.” Storm’s attention was fixed on the second door. “I trust you to watch my back. But if they wake that thing and you bring in the cavalry…”
“Better odds.” Goodnight swore again. He offered the rifle, but Storm shook his head.
“You keep it.” He smirked. “I’ll be fine. Sei Ten didn’t count on 500-years-dead Arashikage being shit with assault weapons.”
And then they were running again, but in opposite directions.
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Date: 2019-02-04 02:50 am (UTC)I don't know what particular Peak Ninja Bullshit plot you've cooked up for this adventure, but the presence of magic, the three identical doorways, and the remark about waking "that thing" puts me strongly in mind of the Mines of Moria and now I really cannot stop laughing at the idea of letting the GI Goodnight characters loose on Middle Earth. Sauron would have NO IDEA what hit him.
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Date: 2019-02-04 02:46 pm (UTC)My brain is a perverse creature.
But yes, Roadblock vs Uruk-hai! Storm Shadow vs Thranduil! Bounty Hunter showing these Ranger fellas how it's done. XD
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Date: 2019-02-04 04:42 pm (UTC)Lady Jaye, Jinx and Nanika trading sword-fighting tips with Eowyn OH MY GOD. The three of them bulldozing through the Rohirrim patriarchy like it's tissue paper while Eowyn smiles more than she's smiled in the last ten years.
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Date: 2019-02-05 02:14 pm (UTC)At some point, some idiot tells the dude Joes to get their women under control. Within hearing of said women. The guys, as one, take two big steps away from the carnage about to ensue.
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Date: 2019-02-05 06:06 pm (UTC)Storm Shadow doesn't take any steps back - he's observing with great interest. (And if one were to hypothetically accuse him to his face of subtly goading the Gondorian noble on just because he wanted to speed the sexism script up and get it over with faster, he wouldn't even hypothetically deny it.
"Don't forget to add 'I just wanted to see what would happen' to my list of sins," Storm says with another one of those deadpan eyebrow twitches, while Roadblock sighs and wonders if this is karmic punishment for all the headaches he caused his parents as a teenager.)
Bahahaha, the entire flock of ninjas being simultaneously respectful and blasé towards Gandalf and his mysterious ancient mentor figure shtick, because while a) they recognize a dangerous person when they see one, b) they're already extremely used to the mysterious ancient mentor figure shtick. Though, even the terminally overdramatic Maiar would draw the line at assuming a title like 'Hard Master'.
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Date: 2019-04-13 06:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-04-20 04:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-04-21 03:06 pm (UTC)Also, I need to just have Jinx snap and go off on Snake Eyes someday. Because Snake spent twenty years thinking Storm killed his master, but she spent them thinking he killed a member of her family (probably her uncle), and Snake was being a dick to her because of her blood ties to Storm.
(Yes, this apparently was a thing, and I may have to steal it, even if only as a nickname so Storm has ongoing reasons to punch Flint.)
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Date: 2019-04-21 07:48 pm (UTC)