Vaughn sighed. “Bloody Harry Potter.”
Terry Bramford stepped out, fully outfitted in his Kid Sentry outfit, hood up. One fist clenched. He spoke in as calm a tone as he could, "...Get away from my friends." But it was obvious there was anger in his behavior, but tranquil this time.
Anger usually brought out Terry's...headmate. But not, it seemed, this time.
"Hey, Hey now Terry, Terry my man, cmon, you're...you're looking like you're gonna Void out on us here!" Speedball learned early on in superheroics that de-escalation was key. Especially when optics were this...bad. Like arresting a whole bunch of teenage heroes right in front of Kid Sentry.
Usually the adult SHIELD agents would be more full of bravado. What was just one more teen hero? Except this one had a label people still remembered. There were a few men here who remembered the Siege of Asgard. And what that "Sentry" name meant.
"I'm nowhere near Voiding out." Terry stated, and looked at all 25 SHIELD agents, "In five seconds, I could disarm all of you and have you unable to move on the floor. Lemme tell you what being Kid Sentry's like; everyone, no matter what, is so fragile and so precious to me. All those fellow teen heroes I made friends and rivals with over there. Every minute I have to keep myself in check so I don't hurt them by accident. Just...just as an example. I don't really want to hurt any of you. And I don't have to. Put the guns down, let my friends go, and walk away. Don't make me punch you, even once."
Robbie blinked, realizing he'd had his mouth hanging open. Yeesh, scary Terry... "We're...willing to let things go for now. Just uh, make sure you have credible mm...credible adult sponsors! We're just...gonna excuse ourselves, big guy."
One CRADLE grunt commented on the way out, "Can't believe we're letting a kid tell us we can't arrest em. I think we could take him."
Another rebuked the first, "Son, I was around to see the Siege. Unless you have Anti-Angel of Death ordinance stuck up your ass, no, we can't "take him"."
The Domestic Apple
“The photonic page for a particular parasitic plant as part of a perculiar- Ok that’s enough.”
Strepsirrhine of DOOM!
The royal chamberlain says what every person who works in customer service wishes they could say.
Zethos nodded and consulted the scroll in his hands. "Do you have an appointment?"
Lord Skoda sputtered. "Appointment?"
"His Majesty is very busy today, so unless you have an appointment, I'm afraid you won't be able to see him."
"This is more important!"
Zethos scowled at Lord Skoda. "His Majesty is currently meeting with the city aldermen to discuss the allocation of funds to repair the damage the Great Harbor sustained during the hurricane. I assure you, unless the city is on fire or the Frost Giants are invading, whatever you have to say can wait."
"How dare you speak to me like that!? Do you have any idea who I am?"
"Someone who wasn't told 'no' enough as a child, I'd wager."
Incidentally, Zethos is rapidly becoming my favorite supporting character in this story.
Tidesson Son of the staves of time
The World's Least Powerful Man
"'Quarter' referrs to the kill-capture ratio, and 'Ransom' referrs to the ammount of currency we want to release them and/or their gear.
"Ah, and what manner of 'currency' is asked. We have several. Wealth-Credits, Energy-Credits, Food. Well, Food not so much. That runs into problems like 'How many pounds of pseudocoffee for a sack of tubers and how many tubers for a steak.'"
"And presumably, how many steaks are worth one of my soldiers. Let's assume it's Wealth. Gold, silver, gemstones, aluminum. That sort of thing."
Edited by dvorak on Apr 29th 2021 at 9:31:21 AM
Now everyone pat me on the back and tell me how clever I am!
Trash bin of shielding
I lurched to the kitchen, my hungover self intrigued by the slightly sweet, buttery smells coming from it. Marc was, perhaps not surprisingly, in much better condition than me, walking to and fro, busy preparing something.
"Good morning, you drunken piece of shit!" he said, almost laughing.
I groaned. "What's for breakfast?"
"We have extra strong coffee, toasted brioche and a nice gruyère, bell pepper and tomato frittata with garlic and chives", he said, as he brandished a pan containing a yellow filling dotted and streaked with red and green through.
"Sorry, but I'm allergic to eggs, dairy and nightshades" I said.
He froze at the sound, then rolled his eyes, another arrow of outrageous fortune cast at him.
I was pleased with this para:
“I can see why you’d be cold…” he heard himself say, while he marvelled at his idiocy. Of all the things to say to a naked woman on your doorstep ‘You must be cold’ was not something he would have chosen as his first response.
The World's Least Powerful Man
"No wonder you've outlawed guns. I've known you for five minutes and I already want to shoot you."
Now everyone pat me on the back and tell me how clever I am!
eh
“Woah, Emily, thats one huge fight. Where did you learn that?”
“Older brother, Selfie.”
“So, you learnt that fighting from your older brother?”
“No.”
“Huh?”
“My older brother can rock a mean dress and heels, liked sewing and baking. So I decided to learn how to punch the crap out of people who gave them trouble.”
“... Thats admirable.”
“Yeah... But I also admire your efforts to not fight. Whenever theres trouble, I... don’t know what to do other than striking it in the face.”
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Fantastic line - will try and use it myself!
Found I was looking at the wrong partially completed draft of a book. Found this in the fuller one.
“There’s only so much you can say about Phil before it gets repetitive. I believe ‘nice bod, bit of a cockwomble’ just about covers it…”
Alex looked at Izzy, then back to Claudette, then back to Izzy.
“Are you half French?”
“Mais Oui! N’ai-je pas montré mes manières cosmopolites?”
“Isobella, do not tease your friend,” chuckled Claudette.
“But you’re half French! But you drink pints and eat baked beans and stuff!”
“I don’t think that’s actually genetic, but if it is then that will be because Dad is from Yorkshire.”
Edited by Last_Hussar on Aug 21st 2020 at 1:25:33 PM
I ended up cutting this line because it didn't fit the ultimate flow of the conversation, but it amused me to write it. When a man who hasn't admitted he's a smuggler, but is very knowledgeable on the criminal underworld and good at getting things, is sarcastically asked if he has papers proving he's paid the tariffs for the goods he sells:
Edited by KillerClowns on Aug 22nd 2020 at 10:03:45 AM
whoops, double-post.
Edited by KillerClowns on Aug 22nd 2020 at 10:05:36 AM
eh
“Hey, astrologist, any planet I can blame my actions on?“
“Earth.”
Edited by Awe921 on Aug 22nd 2020 at 3:58:04 PM
A Gentleman Pirate
"Are you legally dead?"
"I hope not."
(context: world's weirdest job interview.)
It’s not about the desti-something, it’s about the whatever.
“Put me down! I’ve got girl shoes on.”
A Gentleman Pirate
"Dead? What do you mean, dead?"
"What else could I possibly mean by dead?!"
It’s not about the desti-something, it’s about the whatever.
“I mean you do know what this looks like?”
“It looks like a diamond and sapphire bracelet.”
“Not that, I mean, well yes that, but what it looks like?”
“What does it look like?”
“It looks like you’re asking me to be your girlfriend.”
“So Sherlock, which part of the phrase ‘Will you be my girlfriend’ first gave it away? I was worried I was being too subtle.”
“But that would mean that you’d be my boyfriend.”
Alex was finding it harder and harder to suppress his grin. “Astounding Holmes. How do you do it?”
The advantage of writing a near past novel...
[Easter 1992]
Leo’s eyes opened wide in excitement, a look Izzy recognised when Alex was about to get excited by technology. "You should see what we’re doing at work. I’m writing software that can be used for computerised shops. There’s this thing they rolled out last year called the World Wide Web… it’s going to change everything!"
Well, here's some lines from my upcoming fanfic I'm writing right now:
-"NO WAY, RYUJI IS MINE!"-
-"WHO THE HELL TOLD YOU RYUJI IS YOURS, YOU FAT, UGLY BITCH?"-
-"WHAT!?"
As this happened on the street, Morisawa and the other Saionji students headed to their rooms to evade their fans, while they listened those events from afar.
-"I never thought I'd live to see the day girls would die for a piece of my ass. Right, Morisawa?"- Hashiba cheerfully commented to his friend, who hated being the center of attention, while everyone went to their rooms once inside the hotel.
-"OH, SHUT UP!"-
Another line:
-"OK, Today I will cook something really good that you are going to enjoy it, grandpa!"-
-"Well, I hope so, because the last time you cooked, you got your noodles burned, and your nattou tasted like donkey piss."-
-"GRANDPA, THAT WAS GROSS!"-
Yumi shouted to her grandfather at the eschatological answer regarding her brother Keita's cooking style. Keita, for his part, recognized that his grandfather was somewhat right about the way he cooked, although even the old man knew he couldn't demand much from a couple of five-year-olds who barely learned to cook from him a few months ago.
"We can't just forget what Wolfang Richler did to us!" Natalie scowled, clenching her fist and contemplating. "He doublecrossed and killed us, and now we're stuck on this miserable island as wraiths. But make no mistake. He will never forget us. If I had to guess, he HAS to be aware what happened...and shaking in his miserable boots. The truth will come out and he knows it."
"Are you sure, Natalie?" Nellie asked.
"Dead certain." She hated the pun on her current state, but what could be going on otherwise?
Meanwhile...
"Is everyone ready to Partaaaaaay?" A black haired young man shouted over a balcony to his gathering of late teen and twenty something revelers. Wolfang knew there was something important he was forgetting, but for the life of him he couldn't remember what it was.
Sign on for this After The End Fantasy RP.
I can excuse you stepping on the bagpipes as a freak accident, but you just had to get cocky and go playing around on the pipe organ. No, I will not save you from the guard snakes.
If not for this anchor I'd be dancing between the stars. At least I can try to write better vampire stories than Twilight.
Sanity not included
"I see why you left her; she's so full of hot air, my skirt is billowing."
It's kind of funny. Sufficiently advanced stupidity is like sufficiently advanced science; eventually, you find something you can't solve.
Drake smiled benignly. “I don’t know a lot about guns…” He twitched his fingers. Johnson heard the click of the magazine release button, felt the gun get lighter as the magazine slid out, clattering as it hit the floor. “But I do know they don’t work without bullets.”
Johnson looked at Drake dispassionately. “You’re right,” he shrugged, lowering the pistol slightly. He pulled the trigger, and Drake collapsed grasping his thigh, screaming. “You don’t know a lot about guns.”