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thelegion2017-09-16 08:46 pm
letsgohurtpeople) wrote in thelegion2017-09-16 08:46 pm
yay now is fighty time [video]
[He almost doesn't want to make the stupid video but he knows that, as much as he wants to, he can't just hide away until the next mission, ninja in, and start doing...whatever. Hero stuff. Whatever it is that heroes do.]
[God, he's done it this time, hasn't he? Gotten into yet more hero crap, and he doesn't even know these assholes. At least back home, he and the other Remedial kids are friends now. Sure, he's hoping to eventually use them in his whole quest for vengeance, but at this point, they'd probably help out with that willingly.]
[Now he's got to make nicey nice with a bunch of strangers, when it was already hard enough to do it the first time. And apparently he's not allowed to kill anybody if he joins up with their outfit. The only way to really face this threat to all their worlds is with this stupid team, and that means he's got to follow their stupid rules.]
[So it's a very cranky ninja that appears on screen. His face is cowled; the small bit of skin that's visible is a bright blue. Two pointy white horns jut out from the sides of his forehead, and his eyes glow with a menacing orange glow. Even though his face is cowled, the way his eyes are crinkled up make it clear he's scowling under there.]
[When he speaks, his voice is low and raspy. He sounds like the teenage boy he is, but definitely the kind of teenage boy that smokes six packs a day. Also the Joisey accent is pretty unmistakable.]
'Sup, losers. My name's Kyou Tanaka. I've been told there's some kind of cosmic whatever we've gotta stab repeatedly in the face.
Which is a good thing because apparently the morons in charge of this outfit won't let us stab anything else in the face.
So you're going to not be seeing me hanging around a lot. I say "not" on account of, y'know, ninja. But on the off chance you ever do see me, like when I move in for the ki - uh, punching, for the punching - don't shoot me or blow me up with butt lasers or anything. I can heal from it, but seeing as most of you can't heal when I inevitably throw a shuriken in your eye on sheer reflex, you should probably save us both the trouble.
[He pauses. Shit, what else is he supposed to say?]
I guess I'm supposed to tell you my "superhero" name. [Quotey fingers. He only has four fingers on each hand.] It's Murderizer McKillinstuff.
[Another pause.]
Just because I'm following your stupid no-killing rules doesn't mean I have to like it.
[God, he's done it this time, hasn't he? Gotten into yet more hero crap, and he doesn't even know these assholes. At least back home, he and the other Remedial kids are friends now. Sure, he's hoping to eventually use them in his whole quest for vengeance, but at this point, they'd probably help out with that willingly.]
[Now he's got to make nicey nice with a bunch of strangers, when it was already hard enough to do it the first time. And apparently he's not allowed to kill anybody if he joins up with their outfit. The only way to really face this threat to all their worlds is with this stupid team, and that means he's got to follow their stupid rules.]
[So it's a very cranky ninja that appears on screen. His face is cowled; the small bit of skin that's visible is a bright blue. Two pointy white horns jut out from the sides of his forehead, and his eyes glow with a menacing orange glow. Even though his face is cowled, the way his eyes are crinkled up make it clear he's scowling under there.]
[When he speaks, his voice is low and raspy. He sounds like the teenage boy he is, but definitely the kind of teenage boy that smokes six packs a day. Also the Joisey accent is pretty unmistakable.]
'Sup, losers. My name's Kyou Tanaka. I've been told there's some kind of cosmic whatever we've gotta stab repeatedly in the face.
Which is a good thing because apparently the morons in charge of this outfit won't let us stab anything else in the face.
So you're going to not be seeing me hanging around a lot. I say "not" on account of, y'know, ninja. But on the off chance you ever do see me, like when I move in for the ki - uh, punching, for the punching - don't shoot me or blow me up with butt lasers or anything. I can heal from it, but seeing as most of you can't heal when I inevitably throw a shuriken in your eye on sheer reflex, you should probably save us both the trouble.
[He pauses. Shit, what else is he supposed to say?]
I guess I'm supposed to tell you my "superhero" name. [Quotey fingers. He only has four fingers on each hand.] It's Murderizer McKillinstuff.
[Another pause.]
Just because I'm following your stupid no-killing rules doesn't mean I have to like it.
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Count Underoo Von Crotchbulge.
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John Edgelord Ninjaheimer-Schmidt.
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[He pauses, lifting up a finger to indicate he's not quite done.]
Of the Long Island Narutofanboys.
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Hey, I'm not from New York, I'm from Jersey.
[He says it without shame, which is not a thing that's common from those from New Jersey.]
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Okay, you're all right. What's your real name, Spiderface LameShtick?
[Seriously, that whole spider theme is ridic.]
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Peter Parker, also known as Spider-Man. Also I've got an AI running the suit named Karen. Say hi Karen.
Hi, Karen. [The audio signal that patches itself into the conversation sounds entirely too amused with itself.]
...really? You're going with that?
I thought it was funny.
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[It is. A little..]
Is the suit, like...alive? My friend Amit has a suit of power armor that's alive. He's got this annoying little alien parasite thing hitching a ride in his spine.
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I really don't get the uniform thing.
[Says the ninja in the black pajamas, but to be fair, he didn't have a lot of say in what he wore...in the past at least. Maybe he can change that now that he's free of Red Fang's influence. (At least for now.)]
...I don't have to wear a stupid spandex uniform just 'cause I'm working with you guys, do I?
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I think you probably need some kind of uniform, but it doesn't need to be spandex. There's a whole range of outfits. Nobody's told Dr. Stantz he can't fight crime in a surplus flight suit.