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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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[Some of the people he knows that fight hardest and most brutally are the ones that grew up in relative peace. He's seen Amit launch bad guys through a concrete wall before, and his parents practically babied him growing up. Good people from decent circumstances sometimes fight harder than someone used to violence ever could - because they understand how important the good things they're fighting for are.]
But I'm willing to ally with you guys just to make sure we all get out of this without seeing the inside of a jail cell.
Survival is something we can agree on and I don't care what your organization does as long as it doesn't get in the way of that.
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It... ah, makes more sense in the context of my world where we only have humans and robots we created to make life easier. It was no surprise when we were almost wiped out of existence by the omnics; we had made ourselves soft. Talon was born from the ashes of that war.
Regardless of Talon's origin, survival is our priority here.
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[...He can also see how constant destabilization might just make everyone weaker. That means making people operate from a place of fear and is just as likely to drive them apart as it is to make them cooperate.]
[Still, when it comes to survival being a priority, she's speaking his language.]
Then we're on the same page.
When all this is over and they inevitably draw the net in around anyone that doesn't fit their squeaky superhero ideal, if you scratch my back, I'll scratch yours. At least until we get out of here.
We have a deal?
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[You keep on keeping on with that weird high concept terrorism thing, lady.]
Until then, if you need any help laying down, ah...any groundwork let me know.
[Traps, sabotage, long-term manipulations that they can rely on to use to get out later...he's not above setting this team up for a fall, as long as the plug isn't pulled until his world is safe and they're free and clear.]