Here is where you can post your favourite TFFA scene or snippet. It doesn't matter which game it came from. It doesn't matter whether it was memorable, really dramatic, really moving and emotional, or just plain gut-wrenching funny. Post them here.
Here are a few of mine to start off:
I'll add more later...
Here are a few of mine to start off:
Destination?" Unknown asked, in Zeni's general direction as the group picked up its pace.
"Death and Destruction." Zeni nodded. "Just the way you like it."
"Capital." Unknown grinned a feral grin. "...and is that Eterna?"
"Say hello to the nice demon, Eterna." Zeni said to the lump she was dragging behind her.
"'lo." Eterna nodded at Unknown. "Excuse me if I don't kill you. I'm a little preoccupied with enjoying this treatment."
"Likewise." Unknown nodded.
"It's almost midnight." Zeni said.
"What happens at midnight?" Mick asked.
"...midnight happens at midnight." Zeni said, before falling silent. Eterna giggled.
"...." The rest of the group couldn't help but follow Zeni's example while resisting the urge to give Eterna a collective helping of kicks.
"Death and Destruction." Zeni nodded. "Just the way you like it."
"Capital." Unknown grinned a feral grin. "...and is that Eterna?"
"Say hello to the nice demon, Eterna." Zeni said to the lump she was dragging behind her.
"'lo." Eterna nodded at Unknown. "Excuse me if I don't kill you. I'm a little preoccupied with enjoying this treatment."
"Likewise." Unknown nodded.
"It's almost midnight." Zeni said.
"What happens at midnight?" Mick asked.
"...midnight happens at midnight." Zeni said, before falling silent. Eterna giggled.
"...." The rest of the group couldn't help but follow Zeni's example while resisting the urge to give Eterna a collective helping of kicks.
The dragon reared up and roared in all its majestic glory as it looked down upon the tangled mess that was its target. On its head and all along its body stood the sorry bunch of doomed....*COUGH*...brave heroic volunteers who have decided to take the fight to the throat of the enemy...literally.
"Everyone got the plan?!" Mick shouted, his hands shining bright with all the collected manna.
"Wait, before we plunge to our doom, let me get this straight." LL said, shifting his footing around a bit on the scaly back of the dragon to find a surface that he thought was slightly more reassuring. "We're going to cast a barrier around ourselves and...."
"...With complete strangers we've never even met before." Left supplied.
"Yes, with complete strangers we've never even met before, and we're going to go down there into that gaping mouth..." LL continued.
"...at our own personal peril and the risk of our precious lives." Solarman said helpfully.
"What he said, to go deep into the bowels of that monster..." LL continued.
"all the while plunging into a most painful and excruciating yet heroic and brave doom" Zero chimmed in.
".....do you have to be that graphic?" LL asked, pausing, his eyebrows twitching. "Anyway, go down there to destroy it from the inside....."
"Unleashing the very fury of hell itself." Nel nodded.
"Yes, that at least we can count on," LL nodded in agreement, "Before, you promised and pinky swore and crossed your heart hope to die stick needles in your eyes, that we'd get out safely and unharmed." LL looked around. "Did I leave anything out?"
"....that's pretty much the plan, yes." Zeni nodded, showing a look of approval. "Any other questions?"
There was silence.
"What about the kamikaze aspect?" Eterna-chan, who had just recently been saved from becoming worm food, whispered to Zeni.
"Shut up, or I'll put you back where I found you." Zeni muttered, swinging one forearm around to her front where a bright red flash immediately gathered. "Charge up your Blood Fortress. We're going to need all the barrier strength we can get."
"Everyone got the plan?!" Mick shouted, his hands shining bright with all the collected manna.
"Wait, before we plunge to our doom, let me get this straight." LL said, shifting his footing around a bit on the scaly back of the dragon to find a surface that he thought was slightly more reassuring. "We're going to cast a barrier around ourselves and...."
"...With complete strangers we've never even met before." Left supplied.
"Yes, with complete strangers we've never even met before, and we're going to go down there into that gaping mouth..." LL continued.
"...at our own personal peril and the risk of our precious lives." Solarman said helpfully.
"What he said, to go deep into the bowels of that monster..." LL continued.
"all the while plunging into a most painful and excruciating yet heroic and brave doom" Zero chimmed in.
".....do you have to be that graphic?" LL asked, pausing, his eyebrows twitching. "Anyway, go down there to destroy it from the inside....."
"Unleashing the very fury of hell itself." Nel nodded.
"Yes, that at least we can count on," LL nodded in agreement, "Before, you promised and pinky swore and crossed your heart hope to die stick needles in your eyes, that we'd get out safely and unharmed." LL looked around. "Did I leave anything out?"
"....that's pretty much the plan, yes." Zeni nodded, showing a look of approval. "Any other questions?"
There was silence.
"What about the kamikaze aspect?" Eterna-chan, who had just recently been saved from becoming worm food, whispered to Zeni.
"Shut up, or I'll put you back where I found you." Zeni muttered, swinging one forearm around to her front where a bright red flash immediately gathered. "Charge up your Blood Fortress. We're going to need all the barrier strength we can get."
"Right. On the count of three, we're releasing the barrier and attacking." Mick said. "One..."
"THREE!" Zeni shouted, raising one manna-charged hand.
"CHIDORI!"
"Get out of my way, Duck Butt! You're cramping my style!"
"FEEL THE WRATH OF THE HOCKEY STICK, CANUCKS! FLAMING C!"
"I'M MAH CHARGIN MAH LAZERZS!!! DEMONIC LIGHTNING HAMMER!"
"PASSING WIND!"
"....wait, who just shouted 'passing wind'?"
"...yeah, it's stinky enough down here."
"I just came up with a random name, ok?! Everyone else was shouting out their attack names, so I needed to come up with one!"
"STICK OF DYNAMITE!"
"That's not an attack name!"
"XELLOS STICK....wait, that's useless. Anyway, H4XX0RSS MOCKING!"
"Final Judgement..." That was Solarman.
"Don't jinx it! We're not dead yet!"
"FORTH KANTETSU" That was Os.
"Who's Kantetsu?"
"The blade, man, the blade!"
"Sounded a lot a like opantsu for a moment there."
"..."
"THIS ONE'S FOR THE FLUFFY CRITTERS!" Another figure went crazy with a pair of heavy gauge shotguns. No need to guess this one. "THIS ONE'S FOR LITTLE ORPHAN ANNE! THIS ONE'S BECAUSE I HAVE AMMO LEFT IN MY GUN! AND ANOTHER JUST BECAUSE I CAN!"
"...." Yuki, summoning a DITE supernova.
"Arch-Supernova" Epsilon, summoning a rather more colourful DITE supernova
"+OMGWTFPWN!!! Vorpal Speed Stickblade!!!" That was Zero.
"....I'm surprised you even managed to pronounce that..."
"Thank you!"
"No, that wasn't a compliment...oh, never mind."
"EAT THIS PUNK!" That was Parker, with his chem thrower in one hand, a multi-crossbow gun in another, generally letting all hell loose.
The dragon reared back its head before spewing out a new jet of flame, lighting up the abyss before them.
"VES' MOD STAFF!" Courtesy of Locke, his face glowing ominously in the dragon's fire.
"Wait, how's modding going to help here?"
"You can ban and flame the worm, right?"
"I doubt this fella's a member of any forum."
"Be quiet, you lot! It takes some suspense of disbelief for this to work!"
"oh...."
"THIS ONE'S FOR DOMINARIA! WRATH OF AJANI!" Left screamed, swinging a giant glowing axe.
"WATCH IT! YOU ALMOST CHOPPED MY HEAD OFF!"
"Darn it, all the good spell names are taken. Oh well, FIREBALL!" Kingdark shouted, summoning another fire storm.
"Call it Flame tempest or burning fire of youth."
"That's an idea. BURNING FIRE OF YOUUUUUUUUUTH!" Kingdark shouted.
"Better. Much better."
"ZAN GAN KEN!"
"H-hey! The worm is there! You hardly have to aim!"
"MECHA TAMA STORM!"
"Watch where you're aiming! Are you people blind?!"
"PROCLAIM!" That was Nel.
"Stop staring. It's not going to get bigger, you ecchi."
"Let's do this one together, Sis." Eterna said, holding one glowing hand out.
"..." Zeni grasped Eterna's hand. "CRIMSON WRATH!" They shouted together as the glow turned a bright red.
The darkness turned a bright white as the combined attacks created...well...for a lack of a better word, a fiasco.
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
Shinobu pushed her way towards the front of the crowd of Hinata Sou refugees just in time to catch the worm spasming and freezing, as if in shock, its tentacles still flying about erratically. "...Motoko-sempai...Suu....Mutsumi-sempai..." She closed her eyes tightly. "Keitaro-sempai..."
"That idiot better come back. He has a lot to answer to when he does." Naru said, stepping up beside Shinobu, still in a bathrobe.
"Darn it, why does Yuki always get the interesting bits." Haruhi sighed, watching as the worm continued it's musical statue stance.
"Wait! LOOK!" One of the refugees shouted, as the worm's abdomen started to swell and bulge unnaturally...well, unnatural for a 500m long worm from hell, that is.
"..." Mitsune took out an umbrella and held it in front of her.
KABOOM!
SPLATTER!
"Nice weather, no?" Mitsune said, whipping her umbrella around above her, giving the other grime-covered by-standers a cheerful grin, much to their utter annoyance.
"Keitaro-sempai!" Shinobu cried, wiping away the grime from her eyes and looking up into the sky. It was devoid of anything. There was only a deep silence as everyone looked around for the sorry bunch of doomed....*COUGH*...brave heroic volunteers.
"...Keitaro-sempai..." Shinobu hiccupped, falling to her knees. "No...not Keitaro-sempai....Suu-chan, Motoko-sempai, Mutsumi-sempai...."
"No...Keitaro...you're immortal, aren't you?" Naru asked the surrounding air. "You're kidding right?"
There was more silence for the following 2 or 3 minutes in which whispers and murmurs spread through the worm-innard-splattered crowd like wildfire. Some sighed. Some cried, lamenting the passing of the sorry bunch of doomed....*COUGH*...brave heroic volunteers. Some laughed, patting each other on the back, happy that their refuge was safe again for a while, thanks to the sacrifice of the sorry bunch of doomed....*COUGH*...brave heroic volunteers.
"....not dead...."
"Huh, did somebody say something?" Haruhi asked, looking around.
"...we're not dead..."
"I heard a voice." Naru said.
"The dead are speaking!" Mitsune gasped.
"...don't be that hurried to write us off..." Another voice said.
"....aren't we dead? I'm sure I'm already dead."
"Arrrgh...I can't feel my legs..."
"That's my leg you're holding again, Eterna-chan..."
"Oh? that's why it seemed to contain more fat..."
There was a brief scuffle from above.
"Wait, they're up there, on the roof!" Shinobu cried, running out into the goo covered garden and pointing up.
Sure enough, glued to the Hinata Sou's roof was the sorry bunch of not-so-doomed....*COUGH*...brave heroic volunteers who was now trying their best to unstick themselves from their own handiwork.
"Somebody help us! We're ass-deep in sticky worm goo and we can't move!"
"Shut up! I'll get out of this myself. I don't need anyone to help me....Crap..."
"Shut up and save me the annoyance, Duck Butt."
"This is not mud." Eterna noted, watching as Zeni tried to scrabble to kill her...or at least permanently maim her.
"Shut up, dear sister. I've just killed a giant 500m worm. Kiling a fellow vampire seems a much smaller feat at the moment." Zeni muttered, falling back onto the roof, giving up trying to pummel Eterna as all the punches she threw just kept on throwing themselves back in her face thanks to the elastic property of the worm goo, much to Eterna's giggly amusement.
"Well, that brings back memories, doesn't it?" Eterna smiled, looking at the palm of the hand that Zeni had grasped.
Zeni could only do so much to ignore her by staring at the sky. But a blush had crept into her goo-encrusted cheeks.
"We should do more of these sisterly things, you know, for old time's sake." Eterna giggled.
"....I hate genetics..." Zeni sighed.
"THREE!" Zeni shouted, raising one manna-charged hand.
"CHIDORI!"
"Get out of my way, Duck Butt! You're cramping my style!"
"FEEL THE WRATH OF THE HOCKEY STICK, CANUCKS! FLAMING C!"
"I'M MAH CHARGIN MAH LAZERZS!!! DEMONIC LIGHTNING HAMMER!"
"PASSING WIND!"
"....wait, who just shouted 'passing wind'?"
"...yeah, it's stinky enough down here."
"I just came up with a random name, ok?! Everyone else was shouting out their attack names, so I needed to come up with one!"
"STICK OF DYNAMITE!"
"That's not an attack name!"
"XELLOS STICK....wait, that's useless. Anyway, H4XX0RSS MOCKING!"
"Final Judgement..." That was Solarman.
"Don't jinx it! We're not dead yet!"
"FORTH KANTETSU" That was Os.
"Who's Kantetsu?"
"The blade, man, the blade!"
"Sounded a lot a like opantsu for a moment there."
"..."
"THIS ONE'S FOR THE FLUFFY CRITTERS!" Another figure went crazy with a pair of heavy gauge shotguns. No need to guess this one. "THIS ONE'S FOR LITTLE ORPHAN ANNE! THIS ONE'S BECAUSE I HAVE AMMO LEFT IN MY GUN! AND ANOTHER JUST BECAUSE I CAN!"
"...." Yuki, summoning a DITE supernova.
"Arch-Supernova" Epsilon, summoning a rather more colourful DITE supernova
"+OMGWTFPWN!!! Vorpal Speed Stickblade!!!" That was Zero.
"....I'm surprised you even managed to pronounce that..."
"Thank you!"
"No, that wasn't a compliment...oh, never mind."
"EAT THIS PUNK!" That was Parker, with his chem thrower in one hand, a multi-crossbow gun in another, generally letting all hell loose.
The dragon reared back its head before spewing out a new jet of flame, lighting up the abyss before them.
"VES' MOD STAFF!" Courtesy of Locke, his face glowing ominously in the dragon's fire.
"Wait, how's modding going to help here?"
"You can ban and flame the worm, right?"
"I doubt this fella's a member of any forum."
"Be quiet, you lot! It takes some suspense of disbelief for this to work!"
"oh...."
"THIS ONE'S FOR DOMINARIA! WRATH OF AJANI!" Left screamed, swinging a giant glowing axe.
"WATCH IT! YOU ALMOST CHOPPED MY HEAD OFF!"
"Darn it, all the good spell names are taken. Oh well, FIREBALL!" Kingdark shouted, summoning another fire storm.
"Call it Flame tempest or burning fire of youth."
"That's an idea. BURNING FIRE OF YOUUUUUUUUUTH!" Kingdark shouted.
"Better. Much better."
"ZAN GAN KEN!"
"H-hey! The worm is there! You hardly have to aim!"
"MECHA TAMA STORM!"
"Watch where you're aiming! Are you people blind?!"
"PROCLAIM!" That was Nel.
"Stop staring. It's not going to get bigger, you ecchi."
"Let's do this one together, Sis." Eterna said, holding one glowing hand out.
"..." Zeni grasped Eterna's hand. "CRIMSON WRATH!" They shouted together as the glow turned a bright red.
The darkness turned a bright white as the combined attacks created...well...for a lack of a better word, a fiasco.
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
Shinobu pushed her way towards the front of the crowd of Hinata Sou refugees just in time to catch the worm spasming and freezing, as if in shock, its tentacles still flying about erratically. "...Motoko-sempai...Suu....Mutsumi-sempai..." She closed her eyes tightly. "Keitaro-sempai..."
"That idiot better come back. He has a lot to answer to when he does." Naru said, stepping up beside Shinobu, still in a bathrobe.
"Darn it, why does Yuki always get the interesting bits." Haruhi sighed, watching as the worm continued it's musical statue stance.
"Wait! LOOK!" One of the refugees shouted, as the worm's abdomen started to swell and bulge unnaturally...well, unnatural for a 500m long worm from hell, that is.
"..." Mitsune took out an umbrella and held it in front of her.
KABOOM!
SPLATTER!
"Nice weather, no?" Mitsune said, whipping her umbrella around above her, giving the other grime-covered by-standers a cheerful grin, much to their utter annoyance.
"Keitaro-sempai!" Shinobu cried, wiping away the grime from her eyes and looking up into the sky. It was devoid of anything. There was only a deep silence as everyone looked around for the sorry bunch of doomed....*COUGH*...brave heroic volunteers.
"...Keitaro-sempai..." Shinobu hiccupped, falling to her knees. "No...not Keitaro-sempai....Suu-chan, Motoko-sempai, Mutsumi-sempai...."
"No...Keitaro...you're immortal, aren't you?" Naru asked the surrounding air. "You're kidding right?"
There was more silence for the following 2 or 3 minutes in which whispers and murmurs spread through the worm-innard-splattered crowd like wildfire. Some sighed. Some cried, lamenting the passing of the sorry bunch of doomed....*COUGH*...brave heroic volunteers. Some laughed, patting each other on the back, happy that their refuge was safe again for a while, thanks to the sacrifice of the sorry bunch of doomed....*COUGH*...brave heroic volunteers.
"....not dead...."
"Huh, did somebody say something?" Haruhi asked, looking around.
"...we're not dead..."
"I heard a voice." Naru said.
"The dead are speaking!" Mitsune gasped.
"...don't be that hurried to write us off..." Another voice said.
"....aren't we dead? I'm sure I'm already dead."
"Arrrgh...I can't feel my legs..."
"That's my leg you're holding again, Eterna-chan..."
"Oh? that's why it seemed to contain more fat..."
There was a brief scuffle from above.
"Wait, they're up there, on the roof!" Shinobu cried, running out into the goo covered garden and pointing up.
Sure enough, glued to the Hinata Sou's roof was the sorry bunch of not-so-doomed....*COUGH*...brave heroic volunteers who was now trying their best to unstick themselves from their own handiwork.
"Somebody help us! We're ass-deep in sticky worm goo and we can't move!"
"Shut up! I'll get out of this myself. I don't need anyone to help me....Crap..."
"Shut up and save me the annoyance, Duck Butt."
"This is not mud." Eterna noted, watching as Zeni tried to scrabble to kill her...or at least permanently maim her.
"Shut up, dear sister. I've just killed a giant 500m worm. Kiling a fellow vampire seems a much smaller feat at the moment." Zeni muttered, falling back onto the roof, giving up trying to pummel Eterna as all the punches she threw just kept on throwing themselves back in her face thanks to the elastic property of the worm goo, much to Eterna's giggly amusement.
"Well, that brings back memories, doesn't it?" Eterna smiled, looking at the palm of the hand that Zeni had grasped.
Zeni could only do so much to ignore her by staring at the sky. But a blush had crept into her goo-encrusted cheeks.
"We should do more of these sisterly things, you know, for old time's sake." Eterna giggled.
"....I hate genetics..." Zeni sighed.
"I just had a load of worm meatballs." Zeni said, from her seat on a kitchen counter. "I'm afraid my appetite's decided it needs a holiday and I fear it's going to be a permanent one, so nothing for me, thanks." Zeni nodded at DAA.
"Ooh! Ooh! Type AB rhesus negative blood for me, please!" Eterna shouted, swinging down from a beam.
'...sometimes, it's easy to forget that these two young girls are actually vampires...' everyone in the room thought, sweatdropping, watching as Zeni threw all the sharp silverware available in one drawer at Eterna.
"We're Crimson Nobles, for Heaven's sake." Zeni sighed, sitting back. "We've sworn, not a drop of blood."
"Aww, you're no fun." Eterna pouted, swinging backwards and forwards on her beam. "What about some yaoi doujins then? Pwetty pwease, DAA?"
Everyone in the room shot Eterna dark murderous looks.
"Ok, ok, yuri then?" Eterna asked, dodging skillfully while still hanging upside down as Zeni threw anything projectile-convertible in the kitchen at Eterna.
"So, our primary concern right now is to rest up and resupply." Epsilon said. "We now have a party of sorts so..."
"Party? We're a party? Whoah there, I'm not ready for that sort of a commitment..." Eterna said, swinging off the rafter and landing lightly on the floor.
'...and yet you're ready for the 'other' sort of commitment...' Everyone thought, sweatdropping simultaneously.
"Ooh! Ooh! Type AB rhesus negative blood for me, please!" Eterna shouted, swinging down from a beam.
'...sometimes, it's easy to forget that these two young girls are actually vampires...' everyone in the room thought, sweatdropping, watching as Zeni threw all the sharp silverware available in one drawer at Eterna.
"We're Crimson Nobles, for Heaven's sake." Zeni sighed, sitting back. "We've sworn, not a drop of blood."
"Aww, you're no fun." Eterna pouted, swinging backwards and forwards on her beam. "What about some yaoi doujins then? Pwetty pwease, DAA?"
Everyone in the room shot Eterna dark murderous looks.
"Ok, ok, yuri then?" Eterna asked, dodging skillfully while still hanging upside down as Zeni threw anything projectile-convertible in the kitchen at Eterna.
"So, our primary concern right now is to rest up and resupply." Epsilon said. "We now have a party of sorts so..."
"Party? We're a party? Whoah there, I'm not ready for that sort of a commitment..." Eterna said, swinging off the rafter and landing lightly on the floor.
'...and yet you're ready for the 'other' sort of commitment...' Everyone thought, sweatdropping simultaneously.
Legacy laughed, happy he could get his stuff cleaned off, at least. The sooner it was in the wash, the better. Legacy almost immediately slipped out of his jersey and his pads. In what appeared to be less than three seconds, Legacy had his skates and his pants off, ready to be washed and cleaned as soon as possible-
"WHAT THE FUCK?!"
"What the HELL are you doing?! Put your clothes back on!"
"MY EYES! MY EYES!"
"ARGH!"
Legacy looked back up, and realized how...horrified...the others in his group were, as well as with the residents of Hinata Sou. Shinobu had passed out, while Motoko and Naru looked ready to deliver what they would deem to be a necessary around of punishment.
"...aw, come on guys!" Legacy said. "I need to get my gear cleaned off before we get back into anything, y'know."
"But could you do it WITHOUT taking it ALL off, NOW?!" Zeni looked like she was going to kill Legacy. On the other hand, so did most of the people present.
In a rather disturbing revelation, Legacy noticed only Eterna wasn't ready to immediately kill him.
"...you have surprisingly hairy legs" she commented, rather confused.
The group looked down. Some started to gag and vomit at the sight of Legacy's legs.
"What?" Legacy asked rather innocently - if such an action was even possible for him. "Nobody shaves during the playoffs."
"WE'RE NOT IN THE PLAYOFFS!"
"..."
With that being said, Legacy reached for a towel and wrapped it around his waist as he picked up his equipment and made his way over to the inn's washing machines. As he had stated, he needed to get his gear cleaned, ASAP.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!"
"What the HELL are you doing?! Put your clothes back on!"
"MY EYES! MY EYES!"
"ARGH!"
Legacy looked back up, and realized how...horrified...the others in his group were, as well as with the residents of Hinata Sou. Shinobu had passed out, while Motoko and Naru looked ready to deliver what they would deem to be a necessary around of punishment.
"...aw, come on guys!" Legacy said. "I need to get my gear cleaned off before we get back into anything, y'know."
"But could you do it WITHOUT taking it ALL off, NOW?!" Zeni looked like she was going to kill Legacy. On the other hand, so did most of the people present.
In a rather disturbing revelation, Legacy noticed only Eterna wasn't ready to immediately kill him.
"...you have surprisingly hairy legs" she commented, rather confused.
The group looked down. Some started to gag and vomit at the sight of Legacy's legs.
"What?" Legacy asked rather innocently - if such an action was even possible for him. "Nobody shaves during the playoffs."
"WE'RE NOT IN THE PLAYOFFS!"
"..."
With that being said, Legacy reached for a towel and wrapped it around his waist as he picked up his equipment and made his way over to the inn's washing machines. As he had stated, he needed to get his gear cleaned, ASAP.
Hey guys and girls and everything else!" he called as he re-entered the New Base of Operations with his Xellos-ish grin back on his face. "Did I miss anything?"
"Awesome cake."
"Legacy's...not you, the other Legacy's hairy legs."
LL blinked. Quite the feat when your eyes are already closed. "...Cake, huh?"
"Awesome cake."
"Legacy's...not you, the other Legacy's hairy legs."
LL blinked. Quite the feat when your eyes are already closed. "...Cake, huh?"
Legacy pondered that, but was interrupted just as the door was blown open by a combination of a ki attack and a fist. Behind all that were several other figures of mixed alignments but with a similar idea at the moment
"We've found you now - ARGH!" Motoko, Naru, and the first few through the door entered with the intention of finding the formerly naked hockey player, but were met with the sight of his...unsightly...legs. Again.
"Okay, seriously, you're going to have to just accept the fact that my legs are like this," Legacy explained. "I do things a certain way, and leaving it all alone - I do that! Otherwise, this whole thing's gonna get old real fast."
"But can't you shave, at least?!" Naru demanded. "That's so...so..GROSS!"
Legacy scoffed. "Hey, that's how hockey players do it. And be thankful it isn't the playoffs, 'cause that's when you get the sideburns and the mustaches. Throw that in with everything else..."
The present group attempted to ponder what that would look like. Of course, factoring how bad Legacy's legs were now, they paled and very nearly vomited once again at the thought of something even worse.
"...enough!" Motoko shouted. "Your lack and disregard for personal hygiene is a danger to all of us living here in this time of crisis! Imagine if the yaoist were to get wind of this! If you shall not tidy yourself up, then all of us here shall!"
Legacy stared at the kendoka blankly, as did Naru and a select few behind her.
"...you're kidding me."
"...I don't think she is," Naru answered rather meekly. "She...doesn't like your legs, and while I don't either, I don't want to even think about touching it."
Legacy laughed a bit, but was stopped mid-laugh as Motoko lashed out. He had narrowly dodged the blade, and was relieved to know that the towel he had managed to grab was still okay.
"Are you trying to kill me?!"
"We will attempt to subdue you. If you refuse to surrender, we shall use appropriate force..."
Looking back and forth between the people who were determined to enforce a rather questionable level of personal hygiene upon the hockey player.
"...alright, you're crazy," Legacy said, pointing to Motoko. He looked over at Naru, and was somewhat conflicted. "You're...okay, but not helping. Everybody else..."
Legacy tried to think of something to say, and they anxiously waited for it. He looked arbitrarily at a corner, stared in shock, and pointed. They all turned to try and see what Legacy had seen.
Legacy quickly ran in the other direction. The others figured out what was happening, and gave chase.
While a fight with Motoko had the potential to be interesting - as well as possibly being very lopsided in Legacy's misfortune - he was to be without his equipment for at least another twenty-five minutes. All he had was his towel and his jockstrap - not exactly what he'd use to do battle with the kendoka.
And so, Legacy ran as fast as his disgusting, gross, and unsightly legs could carry him.
"We've found you now - ARGH!" Motoko, Naru, and the first few through the door entered with the intention of finding the formerly naked hockey player, but were met with the sight of his...unsightly...legs. Again.
"Okay, seriously, you're going to have to just accept the fact that my legs are like this," Legacy explained. "I do things a certain way, and leaving it all alone - I do that! Otherwise, this whole thing's gonna get old real fast."
"But can't you shave, at least?!" Naru demanded. "That's so...so..GROSS!"
Legacy scoffed. "Hey, that's how hockey players do it. And be thankful it isn't the playoffs, 'cause that's when you get the sideburns and the mustaches. Throw that in with everything else..."
The present group attempted to ponder what that would look like. Of course, factoring how bad Legacy's legs were now, they paled and very nearly vomited once again at the thought of something even worse.
"...enough!" Motoko shouted. "Your lack and disregard for personal hygiene is a danger to all of us living here in this time of crisis! Imagine if the yaoist were to get wind of this! If you shall not tidy yourself up, then all of us here shall!"
Legacy stared at the kendoka blankly, as did Naru and a select few behind her.
"...you're kidding me."
"...I don't think she is," Naru answered rather meekly. "She...doesn't like your legs, and while I don't either, I don't want to even think about touching it."
Legacy laughed a bit, but was stopped mid-laugh as Motoko lashed out. He had narrowly dodged the blade, and was relieved to know that the towel he had managed to grab was still okay.
"Are you trying to kill me?!"
"We will attempt to subdue you. If you refuse to surrender, we shall use appropriate force..."
Looking back and forth between the people who were determined to enforce a rather questionable level of personal hygiene upon the hockey player.
"...alright, you're crazy," Legacy said, pointing to Motoko. He looked over at Naru, and was somewhat conflicted. "You're...okay, but not helping. Everybody else..."
Legacy tried to think of something to say, and they anxiously waited for it. He looked arbitrarily at a corner, stared in shock, and pointed. They all turned to try and see what Legacy had seen.
Legacy quickly ran in the other direction. The others figured out what was happening, and gave chase.
While a fight with Motoko had the potential to be interesting - as well as possibly being very lopsided in Legacy's misfortune - he was to be without his equipment for at least another twenty-five minutes. All he had was his towel and his jockstrap - not exactly what he'd use to do battle with the kendoka.
And so, Legacy ran as fast as his disgusting, gross, and unsightly legs could carry him.
Just then, the doors exploded open.
"Zeni! Eterna! Are you girls ok? We heard the commotion and.....ooh, sorry if we were interrupting some sort of sibling private time..." Epsilon smiled an uneasy smile, before retreating back behind the doors.
"GET OUT HERE AND HELP ME!" Zeni screamed.
"Ah...?" There was a voice from above.
Zeni and Eterna looked up just in time to see the half-naked form of a hockey player silhouetted against the pale full moon as he sailed out from the second floor of the inn....
"....hair...legs..." was all Zeni managed to mutter.
"They're cute, aren't they?" Eterna nodded in would-be-agreement.
"Zeni! Eterna! Are you girls ok? We heard the commotion and.....ooh, sorry if we were interrupting some sort of sibling private time..." Epsilon smiled an uneasy smile, before retreating back behind the doors.
"GET OUT HERE AND HELP ME!" Zeni screamed.
"Ah...?" There was a voice from above.
Zeni and Eterna looked up just in time to see the half-naked form of a hockey player silhouetted against the pale full moon as he sailed out from the second floor of the inn....
"....hair...legs..." was all Zeni managed to mutter.
"They're cute, aren't they?" Eterna nodded in would-be-agreement.
"....airships..." Zero noted, looking up into the dark red sky. Sure enough, an entire fleet of warships was now clustered in the air in what seemed like a sort of phalanx formation.
"Gear up, men! We have a situation!" Master Chief barked, striding through the room.
"Airships go 'Pop', don't they?" Unknown grinned a feral grin.
"Well....some of those do look like the old-fashioned balloon type....while the others look like battleships from..." Nikolaus began.
"...the covenant..." Master Chief muttered, splitting aside a blind in one window.
"Umm, the laundry's finished..." Shinobu coughed lightly from the back of the room.
Everyone looked around at her, giving her a rather unnatural stare.
"...umm...is this a bad time?"
"....well....it'd be nice to head out there in something more than just a bathrobe..." Master Chief nodded, indicating the pink fluffy SPARTAN bathrobe he was currently wearing...though he had opted to keep his helmet on for some funny reason.
"Yeah. My shotguns and chem throwers. Out of the laundry yet?" Parker asked, taking a stab at something he thought might be a civil way of asking.
"Umm, yes, all your clothes and equipment are ready. Even the uumm..." Shinobu winced. "....h-hockey gear..."
The sorry bunch of doomed....*COUGH*...brave heroic volunteers looked at one another, grinned, before heading out, their pink bathrobes swaying from side to side and their pink flip-floppy slippers flopping about.
"Gear up, men! We have a situation!" Master Chief barked, striding through the room.
"Airships go 'Pop', don't they?" Unknown grinned a feral grin.
"Well....some of those do look like the old-fashioned balloon type....while the others look like battleships from..." Nikolaus began.
"...the covenant..." Master Chief muttered, splitting aside a blind in one window.
"Umm, the laundry's finished..." Shinobu coughed lightly from the back of the room.
Everyone looked around at her, giving her a rather unnatural stare.
"...umm...is this a bad time?"
"....well....it'd be nice to head out there in something more than just a bathrobe..." Master Chief nodded, indicating the pink fluffy SPARTAN bathrobe he was currently wearing...though he had opted to keep his helmet on for some funny reason.
"Yeah. My shotguns and chem throwers. Out of the laundry yet?" Parker asked, taking a stab at something he thought might be a civil way of asking.
"Umm, yes, all your clothes and equipment are ready. Even the uumm..." Shinobu winced. "....h-hockey gear..."
The sorry bunch of doomed....*COUGH*...brave heroic volunteers looked at one another, grinned, before heading out, their pink bathrobes swaying from side to side and their pink flip-floppy slippers flopping about.
"Oh yes," LL said, nodding vigorously. "I love, er...buttsecks?"
The yaoists shared looks among themselves.
"Do we trust his words?" one of them asked.
"I'M TELLING YOU IT'S A TRICK," the unbeliever from before growled.
"I think I have to agree," another said. "How often have we ever found a man willing admit that he loves yaoi?"
The leader thought for a moment. As it was, the others noticed Zeni dropping back to the ground, unaware of their presence. "There is one way to find out." She turned back to LL, glaring uncertainly. "Kill that teammate of your's, and maybe we'll trust you."
LL's grin didn't even falter, he just walked to the water's edge and picked up his discarded sword. A second later, he teleported from view.
Zeni's mind was racing as the Hinata Sou slowly collapsed before her. There were so many things that needed done and no time to do it. The defenseless bystanders needed to be protected, the advancing forces needed to be pushed back, the-
She sensed a presence appear behind her, and she turned, just in time to feel a sword impale her body in the exact same spot that Epsilon's blade had earlier. Her eyes widened as she stared at her attacker.
"W-what are... you doing?" she stammered.
LL couldn't help himself. The moment was just too perfect. He leaned toward her, opened on eye just a sliver, held a finger to his mouth, and whispered, "Sore wa himitsu desu. (That is a secret)" Then he dropped her to the floor.
The yaoists approached slowly, still in shock over what they'd seen. The leader gave a nudge to the unbeliever, who walked over and grabbed Zeni's wrist.
"No pulse," it confirmed. "She's definitely dead."
"Good enough?" LL asked cheerfully.
The yaoists all nodded. "Alright, two of us will accompany you to the airship. You'll be expected to give any information available to the captain of the ship. She'll relay it to Mistress Chief."
LL continued to grin his happy grin all the way up to the ship.
Back on the ground, realizing she was alone again, Zeni stood up.
"I swear to God," she muttered as she yanked the sword out of her chest. "IF ONE MORE PERSON STABS ME TODAY I AM SO GOING TO FUCK THEM UP!"
The yaoists shared looks among themselves.
"Do we trust his words?" one of them asked.
"I'M TELLING YOU IT'S A TRICK," the unbeliever from before growled.
"I think I have to agree," another said. "How often have we ever found a man willing admit that he loves yaoi?"
The leader thought for a moment. As it was, the others noticed Zeni dropping back to the ground, unaware of their presence. "There is one way to find out." She turned back to LL, glaring uncertainly. "Kill that teammate of your's, and maybe we'll trust you."
LL's grin didn't even falter, he just walked to the water's edge and picked up his discarded sword. A second later, he teleported from view.
Zeni's mind was racing as the Hinata Sou slowly collapsed before her. There were so many things that needed done and no time to do it. The defenseless bystanders needed to be protected, the advancing forces needed to be pushed back, the-
She sensed a presence appear behind her, and she turned, just in time to feel a sword impale her body in the exact same spot that Epsilon's blade had earlier. Her eyes widened as she stared at her attacker.
"W-what are... you doing?" she stammered.
LL couldn't help himself. The moment was just too perfect. He leaned toward her, opened on eye just a sliver, held a finger to his mouth, and whispered, "Sore wa himitsu desu. (That is a secret)" Then he dropped her to the floor.
The yaoists approached slowly, still in shock over what they'd seen. The leader gave a nudge to the unbeliever, who walked over and grabbed Zeni's wrist.
"No pulse," it confirmed. "She's definitely dead."
"Good enough?" LL asked cheerfully.
The yaoists all nodded. "Alright, two of us will accompany you to the airship. You'll be expected to give any information available to the captain of the ship. She'll relay it to Mistress Chief."
LL continued to grin his happy grin all the way up to the ship.
Back on the ground, realizing she was alone again, Zeni stood up.
"I swear to God," she muttered as she yanked the sword out of her chest. "IF ONE MORE PERSON STABS ME TODAY I AM SO GOING TO FUCK THEM UP!"