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tamingthemuseTitle: (Working Title) EX 4 (CHAPTER WIP)
Fandom: BtVS/Teen Titans
Prompt: 420 - Flail
Words: 970
Warnings: THIS IS NOT A FULL CHAPTER*
Rating: Teen
Summary: Chapter drabbles... cuz computers suck
* Please don't read this post. It's a very early draft of my chapter that I salvaged after losing ~3k. It's just disjointed parts of a scene that barely fulfill the prompt for the week but I'm going away for the weekend and can't fix it right now. It isn't fit for reading yet. I'll post the real chapter to my LJ next week after I rewrite it.
“As you have seen, Jinx, Gizmo and Mammoth have been apprehended by the Teen Titans and handed over to the Jump City Police Department.” For the very first time, Xander saw legitimate emotion on the Headmistress’ face. She was incandescent beyond all belief and he was suddenly glad she was too furious to care about his minor-in-comparison transgressions against her property. “They have shamed this institution in front of the entire city and worse, they have damaged my reputation in the eyes of my client.”
“Slade.” Xander commented, there was no point in pretending he hadn’t analyzed every word and action between the trio and the Titans.
“Yess.” The Headmistress hissed, her rage cracking through her emotionless mask and revealing the miasma of insanity he had never realized lay underneath. Adeline Kane wasn’t some cold hearted ice-queen of a mercenary; she was well and truly criminally insane. She wasn't the type of person whose temper broke in a whirlwind of thrown things and flailing arms, instead it seemed that her anger wound tighter and tighter like a spring. Building pressure until she released it all at once with deadly force behind it. Xander was very glad that she hadn’t cared to be a part of his life and education. He may not have survived the experience. "I will not be made a fool of in the eyes of THAT MAN!"
“Your instructors tell me that you are the best possible candidate for an extraction.” The Headmistress visibly gathered herself,
"What will I get in return."
"You have received a HIVE education, I would think that is compensation enough."
"You would think so, but I have a HIVE education because I stole it. You have given me nothing and I owe you nothing. One thing this place has taught me is rule 10 of my personal code, if you are good at something, never do it for free. So, I ask again. What's in it for me? What will you give me to retrieve your students for you and help you save face?"
"How about your worthless life?"
"It's not so worthless when you need me to get your favorites out of jail, now is it. Never threaten anyone who values their own life less than you do.
“Is there a reason you believe yourself to be exempt from the standard compulsory education?”
“I didn’t come her to become a minion. You brought me here for that reason, but I had different ideas.”
“What you want makes no difference.”
“And yet here you are, in need of my particular set of skills. The set of skills I provided myself when you would have left me with nothing but the basics.”
---
“EW!” Xander looked down at himself in horror, the body hugging black under armor wasn’t so bad, if you ignored the iridescent yellow hexagonal pattern shining wherever the light caught it. The buttercup yellow armor on the other hand was hideous and bulky. He glared into the large multi-faceted eyes of his drone helmet and flicked one of the useless decorative antennae in disgust. “I am not the Power Ranger monster of the week, this is ridiculous.”
He stomped down the hall to the costume department in his bright sunshiny boots. What company would even manufacture mass amounts of armored boots in yellow? Jinx, Gizmo and Mammoth could wait, they weren’t going anywhere until he got there and this atrocity needed to be dealt with right now. He was not going out in public in this monstrosity.
He dug around the costume supplies looking for inspiration. Henchmen weren’t important enough to need individualized costumes, so he’d never been in the workshop before. The first thing he found was some spray on dye and he immediately doused his body suit in red to get rid of the lemon holographic effect. He sprayed himself hard and long and at every possible angle, emptying with two bottles of red dye as if he were some Axe wearing bro getting ready for a hot date. He didn’t even care that he was still wearing it and it might soak through. He would gladly sacrifice a layer of skin to scrubbing if it meant he wouldn’t be trying to infiltrate a police station while shining brighter than the sun. The dye brought the hue down about a hundred tones and the uneven coverage created a really cool fiery gleam he was a little proud of. It was still in a dumb hex pattern, but there was nothing he could do about that.
He shamelessly dug through the project lockers for costumes to cannibalize. If they wanted to keep them safe, the students should have used better locks. He hit paydirt when he grabbed a pair of Kyd Wykkyd’s soft flexible boots and Billy Numerous’ much more subtly shaped cowl and goggles. Graciously, he left the HIVE standard helmet and boots in their place. What was good enough for one HIVE student was good enough for another. Stupid supe supremacy.
After liberally dousing Billy’s fire engine red cowl in enough black dye to dull it to a bare ember of its former color he gave it up as good enough and slid it on. The smaller goggles fit tightly to his face and didn’t hinder his field of view the way the multi-faceted helmet did. HIVE soldiers weren’t actual bugs, how anyone expected them to be able to see through a kaleidoscope effect was beyond his comprehension.
He hopped a bit on the boots, flexing his feet to get a feel for them and then dove forward, tumbling under one of the work benches and ---- choreograph a test tumble--- jump-kicking off of one row of lockers to propel himself in a leap over the other. He grinned to himself at how seamlessly the costume flowed with his movements, yeah, this could work.
Fandom: BtVS/Teen Titans
Prompt: 420 - Flail
Words: 970
Warnings: THIS IS NOT A FULL CHAPTER*
Rating: Teen
Summary: Chapter drabbles... cuz computers suck
* Please don't read this post. It's a very early draft of my chapter that I salvaged after losing ~3k. It's just disjointed parts of a scene that barely fulfill the prompt for the week but I'm going away for the weekend and can't fix it right now. It isn't fit for reading yet. I'll post the real chapter to my LJ next week after I rewrite it.
“As you have seen, Jinx, Gizmo and Mammoth have been apprehended by the Teen Titans and handed over to the Jump City Police Department.” For the very first time, Xander saw legitimate emotion on the Headmistress’ face. She was incandescent beyond all belief and he was suddenly glad she was too furious to care about his minor-in-comparison transgressions against her property. “They have shamed this institution in front of the entire city and worse, they have damaged my reputation in the eyes of my client.”
“Slade.” Xander commented, there was no point in pretending he hadn’t analyzed every word and action between the trio and the Titans.
“Yess.” The Headmistress hissed, her rage cracking through her emotionless mask and revealing the miasma of insanity he had never realized lay underneath. Adeline Kane wasn’t some cold hearted ice-queen of a mercenary; she was well and truly criminally insane. She wasn't the type of person whose temper broke in a whirlwind of thrown things and flailing arms, instead it seemed that her anger wound tighter and tighter like a spring. Building pressure until she released it all at once with deadly force behind it. Xander was very glad that she hadn’t cared to be a part of his life and education. He may not have survived the experience. "I will not be made a fool of in the eyes of THAT MAN!"
“Your instructors tell me that you are the best possible candidate for an extraction.” The Headmistress visibly gathered herself,
"What will I get in return."
"You have received a HIVE education, I would think that is compensation enough."
"You would think so, but I have a HIVE education because I stole it. You have given me nothing and I owe you nothing. One thing this place has taught me is rule 10 of my personal code, if you are good at something, never do it for free. So, I ask again. What's in it for me? What will you give me to retrieve your students for you and help you save face?"
"How about your worthless life?"
"It's not so worthless when you need me to get your favorites out of jail, now is it. Never threaten anyone who values their own life less than you do.
“Is there a reason you believe yourself to be exempt from the standard compulsory education?”
“I didn’t come her to become a minion. You brought me here for that reason, but I had different ideas.”
“What you want makes no difference.”
“And yet here you are, in need of my particular set of skills. The set of skills I provided myself when you would have left me with nothing but the basics.”
---
“EW!” Xander looked down at himself in horror, the body hugging black under armor wasn’t so bad, if you ignored the iridescent yellow hexagonal pattern shining wherever the light caught it. The buttercup yellow armor on the other hand was hideous and bulky. He glared into the large multi-faceted eyes of his drone helmet and flicked one of the useless decorative antennae in disgust. “I am not the Power Ranger monster of the week, this is ridiculous.”
He stomped down the hall to the costume department in his bright sunshiny boots. What company would even manufacture mass amounts of armored boots in yellow? Jinx, Gizmo and Mammoth could wait, they weren’t going anywhere until he got there and this atrocity needed to be dealt with right now. He was not going out in public in this monstrosity.
He dug around the costume supplies looking for inspiration. Henchmen weren’t important enough to need individualized costumes, so he’d never been in the workshop before. The first thing he found was some spray on dye and he immediately doused his body suit in red to get rid of the lemon holographic effect. He sprayed himself hard and long and at every possible angle, emptying with two bottles of red dye as if he were some Axe wearing bro getting ready for a hot date. He didn’t even care that he was still wearing it and it might soak through. He would gladly sacrifice a layer of skin to scrubbing if it meant he wouldn’t be trying to infiltrate a police station while shining brighter than the sun. The dye brought the hue down about a hundred tones and the uneven coverage created a really cool fiery gleam he was a little proud of. It was still in a dumb hex pattern, but there was nothing he could do about that.
He shamelessly dug through the project lockers for costumes to cannibalize. If they wanted to keep them safe, the students should have used better locks. He hit paydirt when he grabbed a pair of Kyd Wykkyd’s soft flexible boots and Billy Numerous’ much more subtly shaped cowl and goggles. Graciously, he left the HIVE standard helmet and boots in their place. What was good enough for one HIVE student was good enough for another. Stupid supe supremacy.
After liberally dousing Billy’s fire engine red cowl in enough black dye to dull it to a bare ember of its former color he gave it up as good enough and slid it on. The smaller goggles fit tightly to his face and didn’t hinder his field of view the way the multi-faceted helmet did. HIVE soldiers weren’t actual bugs, how anyone expected them to be able to see through a kaleidoscope effect was beyond his comprehension.
He hopped a bit on the boots, flexing his feet to get a feel for them and then dove forward, tumbling under one of the work benches and ---- choreograph a test tumble--- jump-kicking off of one row of lockers to propel himself in a leap over the other. He grinned to himself at how seamlessly the costume flowed with his movements, yeah, this could work.
