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littlestdeath) wrote2012-04-11 11:21 am
littlestdeath) wrote2012-04-11 11:21 am
Drabble meme
I want to write things too okay.
GIVE ME A PROMPT AND I WILL WRITE YOU SOMETHING. I...will probably only get to them this weekend but gosh darnit I still want to write things. I play Machika, Leo, Kurt, and Jack! But I will write about things not with my characters too. '-' Probably.
GIVE ME A PROMPT AND I WILL WRITE YOU SOMETHING. I...will probably only get to them this weekend but gosh darnit I still want to write things. I play Machika, Leo, Kurt, and Jack! But I will write about things not with my characters too. '-' Probably.
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“You’re doing it wrong.”
Kurt watched M’gann pause in the process of putting a football helmet on Superboy’s head. She was wearing a cheerleading outfit (which he shouldn’t complain about, really, but it was the principle of the matter) and Superboy was decked out in football gear. There was no way it was comfortable; even if he could lift a cow, bulky gear was still bulky gear. In the name of preventing some untold disaster, he had to step in.
“Whatever it is you’re doing, you’re doing it wrong.”
M’gann’s brow furrowed as she attempted to explain. “We’re going on a date! These are our outfits.”
He opened his mouth. Closed it. And opened it again. “No.”
“No?”
Kurt looked to Superboy for support, but he just shrugged. It figured. He could have just left it at that and been on his way, but their hopeless state compelled him to help.
“That’s not the kind of thing you wear on a date. Casual clothes are fine.” When they didn’t seem to understand, he added, “The clothes you normally wear.”
This time, much to Kurt’s surprise, Superboy spoke up. “Those are the clothes we wear all the time. Shouldn’t we wear something special for a date?”
Kurt held up a single fuzzy blue finger. “An excellent question, my pupil! But no, actually. Special outfits are reserved for dances and more formal occasions. When it’s just a date, you wear whatever you want.”
“So we could wear this, too,” M’gann piped up.
“Uh. Sure. And what was the lovely couple planning on doing for this fine evening?” M’gann and Superboy exchanged a perplexed look. Kurt bit back a sigh. “Let’s start from the top, shall we?”
First he made them change their clothes. After the novelty of seeing them dressed up like high school kids wore off, it was definitely a better option to convince them to wear something, well, normal. Next he pulled up a quick mental itinerary. Something typical would be nice, but there were only so many normal activities to do in a zombie-infested summer camp. He settled on the closest thing he could think of: the carnival. Sure, it was also infested with zombies, but the zombies were at least manning the booths. They splurged on cotton candy and candy apples, failed magnificently at the ring toss, and destroyed the bumper boats. Not bad for a mutant and a pair of alien kids.
But they quickly exhausted their options by decimating whatever ride they went on, and the zombies looked ready to kick them out after they somehow floated one of the Tunnel of Love boats into a wall. Kurt tried to think of a different activity to keep them occupied.
“Let’s see, next up we have…”
“A boat ride?” M’gann suggested.
Kurt and Superboy looked at the lake, where Marcy could be seen flexing her tentacles as if in anticipation.
“Maybe next time.”
Instead he teleported them to the cabin and sat them down in front of the television with game controllers and Mario Cart while he shoved his fellow mutants out. The only ones he didn’t get rid of were Julian and Sofia; Julian because he had blockaded himself in his room, and Sofia because she’d offered to cook them dinner with an amused smile plastered to her face. And he couldn’t very well turn down free food.
They spent the evening alternating between being horrible at video games and marathoning movies that Kurt felt they had to see. They all got very emotional during The Iron Giant, though Kurt suspected for very different reasons. Eventually there was a barrage of shouting and complaining outside the cabin, along with some very loud explosions as Jubilee blew up the door, and Kurt realized he should let his cabinmates actually go to bed. M’gann gave him a kiss on the cheek, Superboy gave him a pat on the shoulder, and the day of festivities was over.
It was only the next morning that Kurt took the time to wonder if he should count that as a date.
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Everything was so much different than before. Instead of big golden stalks of corn to roll around in, there was a squishy, muddy place full of green and trees and horrible smells. The people were mostly the same, and the houses looked the same, sort of. But the air felt stuffy and mostly it was squishy and Machika wasn’t sure that she liked this new place, but she was determined to explore it.
People found her quickly, like they always did. It was a big place, but she made lots of friends when it was corn and they looked after her when it was green and bad-smelling. She wanted to find Methuselah and the big monster from the tower and fight bad guys and explore, but no one would let her. She didn’t get to do what she wanted and it was no fun at all.
But she waited, biding her time until they thought she was behaving. They brought her to the big kitchen and fed her as much as they could, maybe thinking she would get sleepy after that and not want to explore. That was silly, since food only gave you more energy to play. She snuck away after snacks, when no one was paying attention. Sometimes, when you’re a big girl, you have to do things on your own.
There was a lot to explore. The buildings looked the same as they had in the corn, but they were in different places. Lots of the big red barns were gone, even though she looked all over for the one that had the cats in it. When she couldn’t find it she sat and sulked until a big bright bird flew by and said some not-nice things. She didn’t know what it meant, but it had a mean tone, so she chased it and threw rocks at it. One of them pegged it in the beak and it landed, squawking angrily. She smacked it on the nose. “Bad birdie! Don’t do that!”
It didn’t do that again. Satisfied, she went on her way.
She found the big monster was out in the middle of a lake—she could have swum out to fight it, but it smelled really really bad and she didn’t have a floatie for when she got tired. She told herself that she would find a floatie and come back another time to fight it.
With so many animals being mean and rude, Machika decided that she needed a weapon. Something big and cool and amazing, like what Grandfather had. But she didn’t know where to get one, so she tried to find a person who would give her one. Brianna would help, if she could find her. Brianna was a good big sister.
But with everything bigger and smellier and moved around, she couldn’t find Brianna or where she lived. So instead she made a slingshot with sticks and a rubber band from her pocket. It was a very good slingshot, and she used it to shoot at all the nasty birds calling people names. She was a binger of justice, like a superhero.
The day went on and she found more things to do. But soon she found that exploring wasn’t as fun as she’d hoped. She was tired and sore and smelly and she didn’t like the new squishy place. Tears formed at the edges of her eyes, but no, big girls didn’t cry because they missed home. Big girls didn’t cry because they missed Grandfather. She wiped them away and kept exploring.
Then she found a patch that reminded her of home. It was a long stretch of sand; so long it seemed to go all the way out to the horizon. The sand back home was like that too. She was so pleased with it that she flopped down right there and rolled around in it. Maybe if she stayed there long enough, Grandfather would come find her and take her home.
“Machika?” A towering figure bent over her, his long messy hair tickling her face.
“Rain!” She jumped up and scrambled to climb on him, but he anticipated her moves and scooped her up. “Look, I found home.” She pointed to the dirt path. He made a funny face that looked kind of sad.
“I can see that. Were you looking for Zol?”
“…Uh-huh.” She petted his hair like she petted kittens, soft and gentle and with love like she was supposed to. “He’s not here.”
“You’ll see him soon, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Want something to eat?”
Her stomach took that opportunity to growl loudly. Snack time must have been a long time ago. “Yes please.”
He beamed at her. “Then we’ll eat.”
“Yeah! And then we’ll catch Methuselah!”
“S-sure.”
And he took her down the path towards home.
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“We’re not actually doing that,” was Josh’s immediate response.
“Don’t be a wuss, Josh.”
“Yeah, come on man, it’s totally safe.”
He only stared Jubilee and Kurt down, arms crossed and his face set. They were supposed to be all dressed up for Scott and Jean’s wedding, or at least as dressed up as they could get in Camp. Instead Jubilee and Kurt were wearing green cloaks, and Jubilee had a giant hammer. Kurt was holding out a wizard’s hat for Josh to put on. It could only mean bad things to encourage this behavior.
“No way. We can’t miss the wedding. You have the ring, Kurt!”
A grin slipped onto Kurt’s face as he held up a fuzzy blue finger. “Not just the ring. The one ring. To rule them all.”
Jubilee grinned, adding on. “Hell yeah! Let’s throw it into the fires of Mount Vesuvius or whatever.”
“It’s Mount Doom of Mordor, and we’re not doing that!” Josh interjected, growing more concerned by the minute. They couldn’t, they wouldn’t ruin everything for a bit of fun. But looking at their faces, he couldn’t be so sure.
Sensing his internal conflict, Kurt tried to reassure him. “The wedding doesn’t start for another hour. We’ve got plenty of time to check out the volcano and be back. I can just port us.”
“I heard there are dragons,” Jubilee said as if that settled the matter.
“Why would you go looking for dragons?! This is insane!”
“Come on, Josh, where’s your spirit of adventure!” Despite his protests, Kurt flopped the hat onto Josh’s head. “We wouldn’t do anything to ruin Scott and Jean’s big day. It’ll be fine.”
Josh hesitated. Even though they were both overly impulsive, he knew that they cared. It was just them being…well, them. And Kurt could teleport them back if things got too dangerous—
Kurt grabbed his arm while Jubilee slung an arm around his neck. There was a BAMF and a smell of sulfur, and Josh found the three of them no longer standing around in their cabin. Instead they were at the edge of a rocky cliff, with nothing but heat and boiling molten rock below them.
“I didn’t agree to this!”
Jubilee untangled herself from him and swung her hammer experimentally. “Your face agreed.”
“You can be Legolas,” Kurt added, handing him a bow and quiver full of arrows—where had those even come from? Josh shook his head. No, that wasn’t what was important right now.
“I’m wearing a wizard’s hat, I can’t be Legolas,” he pointed out—wait, no, that wasn’t what was important either. He couldn’t let himself get caught up in this!
“We need a Gandalf too, dude. You get to be both.”
He couldn’t deal with this. As he mutely accepted his weapons, wondering if this was some kind of strange dream, Kurt did a dramatic flair of his arms and held the one ring—Scott and Jean’s ring—aloft.
Kurt held the ring aloft. “We must vanquish the evil that is the One Ring by throwing it into the fires of Mount Doom!”
Jubilee held her hammer up, as if preparing for battle. “Before Saruman uses its powers to take over the world and get rid of candy!”
“It’s Sauron, not Saru—oh my god why am I even encouraging this, you guys, stop it!”
A loud roar resounded through the mouth of the volcano and they all froze. After terrified glances at one another, to see if perhaps it had been some cruel joke played by one of them, Jubilee spoke.
“Holy shit there’s actually dragons here.”
Josh grabbed Kurt’s arm. “Time to go.”
“Wait, we have to fight the dragon and destroy the ring!” Jubilee protested.
“Kurt.” Josh tried to make his voice sound stern, imploring Kurt to understand their situation. They had a responsibility to get the ring back in one piece to Scott and Jean. The look on Kurt’s face said that he reluctantly agreed.
“We can fight the dragon another day,” Kurt told Jubilee, who looked very put-out that her fun was being ruined.
“Then at least toss the ring already!” Jubilee snatched the ring from Kurt’s outstretched hand and chucked it into the mouth of the volcano.
There was a horrifying moment when the world around Josh seemed to stop. They were going to die. They had been given one task and hadn’t even been able to complete it successfully. The wedding was going to be ruined because of them. The ring, the ring that Scott made himself, was starting its downward arc into the volcano, to dissolve into molten liquid as soon as it touched down.
And then Kurt leapt, dragging Josh with him since he still had a firm grip on Kurt’s arm. With a whoop Jubilee followed suit, the roar of a dragon following them as they all plummeted towards their deaths. Josh felt Jubilee grab his free hand as the searing heat of the volcano reached out to them—
With a sudden whiff of sulfur they fell in a heap on a thick tuft of grass, a mass of singed cloaks and disheveled tuxedos. Josh let relief sink in for a moment—they weren’t dead, they weren’t dead—before he shoved Jubilee off of him and leapt to his feet, looking to Kurt with his heart in his throat. Slowly, Kurt opened his hand to reveal the ring sitting comfortable inside of it. Josh let his heart start beating once more.
“We’re never doing that again.” Josh turned and stomped off in a huff. Kurt and Jubilee exchanged a look.
“Should we tell him about next week?”
“Nah, let it be a surprise.”
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because I have no idea.
But I will write a sequel when the inspiration hits me.
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Charles rolled his chair up to where Kurt was waiting, practically bouncing on the tip of his tail. He looked very pleased with himself, and Charles could only be amused by it.
“So, what are we doing?” he asked, indulgent.
Kurt held up a finger, as if this was obvious. “Bonding! We’re allowed to have family bonding time, right?”
“I meant what you had in mind, specifically.”
The grin on Kurt’s face only widened. “Vengeance for years of defeats.”
Patiently, Charles waited for further elaboration. But Kurt gave him none, and after a moment Charles tipped ever so slightly into his mind to see what was behind this motivation. He quickly discovered the reason.
The problem with telepaths: they cheat. The Professor from Kurt’s home had constantly beaten him at chess, every time he tried. The times when the Professor had or hadn’t used his telepathy to gain and edge remained unclear, but the result was a Kurt determined to defeat the Professor in any way he could. Even if it was a younger, alternate version of the Professor that was actually his uncle, kind of. There was a childish bubbling of enthusiasm behind the thought, more than malice, and Charles smiled.
“Very well then. Chess, is it?”
“No way. You cheat at chess, don’t think I don’t know.” Kurt crossed his arms. “No, this time we play on my turf.”
It turned out that Kurt’s “turf” was video games. The strategy behind the idea was simple but effective; even if Charles read Kurt’s mind in order to understand the controls and the game, it didn’t do anything to help his reflexes when it came to actually using the controls. Kurt had years of practice behind him, while Charles only had a few hours. The other kids came and went, rooting on one of them or joining in, but they’d wander off after a little while. Charles waited for Kurt to grow bored of it and decided they’d had enough, but as the day wore on he only seemed to grow more and more content with their mindless gaming. It was only when night fell that they finally came to a stop. Kurt downed a bag of popcorn, looking pleased with himself.
“Satisfied with your vengeance?” Charles asked.
“Yeah.” Kurt smiled. “And it’s nice to spend time with family.”
Much to his surprise, Charles found that he couldn’t agree more.
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Charles waited for Kurt to grow bored of it and decided they’d had enough
I MEAN, A PERSON IS BOUND TO GET BORED SPENDING TIME WITH ME EVENTUALLY RIGHT
Oh Kurt, you and your furry blue self showing him how he's wrong ♥