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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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It doesn't matter if I believe in the spirit of the law, I still know what the spirit of the law is supposed to be. Enough to stick to it anyway.
I understand the whole morality spectrum thing. I'm fifteen, not five. You can't exist in shades of grey without figuring out black and white first.
Besides, I already took a full semester of Supervillain Ethics. I didn't do any of the homework, but I still listened in class.
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You'd be amazed how many people either don't understand that distinction or think they're too far above it to care.
On that note, you might want to avoid Judge Doom. [His tone makes it clear he knows that's not the correct name, and he absolutely does not give a fuck.] He's easy enough to recognize - if you don't see the chin coming first, you'll see the shoulderpads.
...where and why did you take Supervillain Ethics?
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[It doesn't occur to him that not every world has superheroes and supervillains, let alone schools for them.]
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[It's a bit of an assumption, but there's a bit too much murder in this post for it to be hero school.]
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Yeah. In my world, both the superheroes and supervillains have schools. The superhero school teaches young superheroes how to superhero without blowing up civilians like morons. The Academy of Evil teaches young supervillains how to do the villainy thing without getting so crazy with it that they break the Contract.
[Wait, he might not know what that is, either.]
...Which is the list of basic rules the heroes and villains agreed to in like the 20's so shit didn't escalate too far out of hand. The villains wouldn't agree to stop being supervillains but they cut back on like exploding civilians and stuff. Their whole thing is committing crimes, like stealing advanced technology, but, y'know, with style.
The leader of my clan wants to contract us out as minions to supervillains more so he cut a deal with the school to bring a shinobi school in and he made all the teenagers in our clan go. We have separate classes mostly, but we have to take some of the same core classes as the supervillain kids since we're supposedly going to wind up working under supervillains.
[Supposedly. Red Fang teaches them things that are in extreme opposition to the Contract so he knows that's not his real long game.]
[He tugs at his collar.]
That's why I'm even wearing these stupid pajamas, because it's what supervillains expect ninjas to look like. This shit is from bunraku theater. Before Red Fang took over leading the clan, we wore normal clothes to blend in or camo and tactical gear during the times we didn't have to.
[That's primarily what he wore since he took so many infiltration missions. He couldn't blend due to his appearance.]