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[fanfic] Bonjour, Zero! pt.1 [T&B + CG]
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Fusion. Tiger&Bunny + Code Geass
Characters: Kotetsu Kaburagi, Barnaby Brooks Jr., Agnes Joubert, Suzaku Kururugi, Kallen Kouzuki, Diethard Reid (just to name a few. :P )
Summary: When faced with a great evil that good cannot defeat, what do you do? Stay righteous and be defeated? Or dabble in evil to defeat evil? Either way, evil remains.
Notes: LOLOLOL HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY, SHIRO. Uhm, somehow this turned out to NOT be crack. I don't think I'm capable of crack. I just-- I don't even-- I... Sigh. Just read it while I laugh at myself over in this corner here. Also, everyone who reads, can I get some critique on my action scenes? I have not written action in... er... a LONG time, and I wrote it in a group roleplay so I was only doing a small part of the work. What do y'all think?
Idk. It's probably not my best work-- in fact I happen to think it's a little cliche and all right now... But SHIRO, YOU MIRACLE WORKER. Look at all this shit I wrote just today! Hopefully I can keep this momentum going and work past my block. (:
His body flies backwards, singing in pain, skin peeling, teeth humming; his body cracks the road as it hits, falling in time with the busted fragments of his suit, amongst fire and brimstone. His scream is lost to the thunder rumbling.
“WILD TIGER IS DOWN. WHO IS THIS DANGEROUS NEXT CRIMINAL?”
“Tiger. Tiger! Respond! Are you alright?”
Kotetsu sobs and tries to pick himself off the wet concrete, but it’s like a million ropes are holding him down. The pain spreads like a web, pinning him like a butterfly. He looks up into the shadowed face of the target standing over him, unable but trying to discern any helpful features. All he sees is her serious frown, the puff of cold air hissing between her bared teeth—the proud square of her shoulders and the clench of her left fist around a dark dagger—and—
“Kotetsu!”
The woman quickly whirls, ready for the incoming fight, raising her right arm to strike. Barnaby blurs in glowing pink, charging with all the speed of a car. The woman takes another step forward, not a single moment of hesitation apparent—vicious and all too willing—
“BARNABY BROOKS JR. STEPS IN TO TAKE ON THE CRIMINAL AND AVENGE HIS FALLEN PARTNER. WILL HE FARE BETTER THAN WILD TIGER AGAINST THIS MYSTERIOUS WOMAN?”
He won’t, Kotetsu knows. He’ll end up the same, maybe worse—I was lucky—
“Bunny! Don’t get close! Don’t let her touch you—!”
“You want more?” the woman spits.
Barnaby isn’t listening, though—can he even hear Kotetsu, is Kotetsu’s communicator damaged? or is Barnaby just in his rage, that stupid reckless—not for me, Bunny, don’t—
“Barnaby! Back off, regroup, we don’t know how to take her!” Agnes snaps over the comm, but it’s too late to get through to Barnaby—“Stay away from him!” —and the time which had seemed to slow speeds faster than normal: Bunny and the woman screech into each other, and fire bleeds into the air.
(Good luck mode.)
Piercing the night: the chop of helicopter blades, the sudden stops of tires, the lightening clapping across clouds, and worst: the buckling scream of metal, pops and crackles, and heavy clanging thuds of armor stripping away.
He blacks out, but Kotetsu wakes moments later, sickened by the waves of dizzying heat washing across his scraped skin. He opens his eyes again to the light rain hitting his face, to the red glow in one corner of his vision, and to the relieving profile of his partner, alive and alert. Kotetsu raises his head and his neck tremors with the effort.
Barnaby kneels awkwardly next to him, good luck leg struck oddly. It is bare and rawed like the rest of Kotetsu, twitching in pain and staining the road below with Barnaby’s blood. The rest of him, though, is whole and ready, poised for fight—to defend Kotetsu with his life, it seems. Kotetsu imagines that the expression under his faceplate is intensely wild.
The woman is now across the street, chest heaving with her effort. She throws aside the shin guard clutched in her large, clawed right hand—it is crumpled as completely as if it is a piece of paper. She lowers the arm, and Kotetsu sees it shake violently before his strength gives out and his head thuds back down against hard ground.
He closes his eyes against the droplets on his face and says hoarsely, “Bunny… Bunny, it’s no good. We can’t—you and me, we can’t… Tell Bison and Dragon Kid to back off, too. She’s got us beat…”
Bunny doesn’t immediately respond, but neither does he leap at the woman again. Kotetsu hears Agnes yelling her agreement, telling all the close-range fighters to get far, far away. No one seems up to their usual reaction or wit anymore, though, running on the adrenaline of just this one girl—this one powerful enemy, singeing the edges of their well-being with the threat of her claw. Like fierce animals, they strike.
Dragon Kid makes it first, staff slicing down. It must be, though, that the criminal has her own training, not just her Next powers—for every strike Dragon Kid attempts, the woman has a dodge or a counterstrike, and only when Dragon Kid releases her electricity does the criminal fall back, letting out a cut-off shriek of pain. The woman merely staggers, then raises her arm again in a defensive move. Kotetsu watches this all with a turn of his head, the world sideways and blurry in pain. But he sees clearly when the woman, so incredibly aggressive and bold, stands her ground and catches Dragon Kid’s next staff strike in her fist.
“That’s stupid!” Dragon Kid shouts, thinking herself victorious—naïve—and the woman takes another jolt of electricity.
But as the shock channels through the staff, as it jumps to the woman’s skin—in that instant the woman lets out her own charge. The war lasts only seconds.
“DRAGON KID IS THROWN BACK! THE CRIMINAL’S NEXT POWER OVERWHELMED DRAGON KID’S ELECTRICITY! IS SHE OKAY?”
“Who’s stupid?” the woman sneers, less than smug but passionate still.
Dragon Kid skids to a stop against a stopped car and moves no more. No, no, please be okay, please be okay, Kotetsu thinks, head swimming. God, not even any armor to protect her—
“Kotetsu,” Barnaby hisses, sliding his faceplate up and taking his partner in his arms. Kotetsu is reminded horribly of a year earlier, except this time there hadn’t been an android taking the brunt of the blast and this time Kotetsu is genuinely worried. Kotetsu winces and the power fades from Barnaby’s suit; they’re done from the fight, the two of them. They won’t be able to help the others or capture the criminal, and if she walks this way again they won’t be able even to defend themselves. But as Kotetsu looks into his partner’s eyes, he knows that Barnaby intends at least to try.
“Villian!” comes a shout from above. This time it’s Sky High, and Barnaby’s face alights.
“If Sky High can attack her from afar—”
“Your path of destruction stops here!” Sky High calls, and the winds begin to whip viciously, making the rain dance and sting. “I will stop you! This I swear!”
“Enough already!” the woman calls, voice rough and claw flexing.
Even Sky High’s blades of wind, however, are blocked from hitting. The wave the woman emits from her hand spreads this time into a force-field, and the winds reflect rather than disperse, charged with power. Sky High has no chance to dodge before he is clipped neatly from the sky.
“THIS CAN’T BE! EVEN SKY HIGH CANNOT FELL THIS FIEND! WHO AMONST THE HEROES CAN STOP THIS POWERFUL NEXT?”
“No, dammit!” Kotetsu growls, pushing past the pain and sitting up. His whole body spasms with the effort and drowns out the frantic admonitions of his partner. “We can’t—she’s got to be stopped! Can’t we—”
“Kotetsu, not you, you’re too hurt—” Barnaby’s words spill out rapidly, tripping over themselves.
“FINALLY!” the narrator blasts. “BLUE ROSE IS ON THE SCENE!”
Before the sentence has even finished, the air gets colder and a flash of blue darts past. The criminal stumbles, yelling, her arm frozen solid.
“Yes!” Kotetsu cheers. Grinning, he and Barnaby gladly turn to Blue Rose. From atop her caravan she strikes a pose.
“My ice may be a little cold,” Blue Rose says, perhaps more bitingly than usual, “but your crime has been put completely on hold!”
“YES! BLUE ROSE HAS STOPPED THE CRIMINAL AND EARNED HERSELF A COOL 200 POINTS!”
The criminal bares her teeth again. Despite the ice, she holds the claw up once more. All eyes now on her, she growls, loud and clear, “You call yourself a hero? A keeper of the peace? You’re just—”
The heroes are afforded only a short moment of shock and confusion before the ice glows a bright red and melts away.
“—pathetic!”
“You’re kidding!” Blue Rose gasps, eyes wide. She takes a step back, pistols withdrawn.
The criminal bristles, merely angered, not at all put on hold. “You primped up little Barbie, you really think you can beat me?”
She charges, claw cocked and ready and smoking with charge. Kotetsu can only watch helplessly as Blue Rose’s crew abandon ship and Blue Rose herself creates a slide for her trademark Cutie Escape. The criminal throws out her arm and it extends, whipping forth unnaturally, like a striking snake. The fingers close around the front of the truck for only a moment, and then the claw retracts and the arm shortens to a normal size. Kotetsu barely can process what happened before the truck explodes in a ball of fire. The Hero TV copter makes a sharp maneuver out of the blast path, the announcer screaming at the top of his lungs in fear. Even the civilians brave enough to stay up to this point run for cover, arms over their heads.
Kotetsu fights down the bile, battling against the raging winds and the sounds of the sky, against the heat and the sick smells of charred metal and burning fuel. The wall of fire leaps upwards, the sounds of people fade. Kotetsu grunts; Barnaby has unconsciously just clutched him closer to his body protectively.
The world narrows down to the tree of them: this woman, and Kotetsu and Barnaby. Her arm seems almost to lose its elasticity in this brief moment and the claw sinks to the ground, open and wide, palm facing to the heavens. The woman stands proudly in her destruction: in the cracked streets, the broken and jagged bits of metal, the howling wind, and the swirling smoke and consuming fire.
“That’s what you get,” the woman says absently. “This is my power… My radiant wave surger…”
She then turns to Kotetsu and Barnaby. And begins to walk.
Barnaby’s eyes squint at her. “Kotetsu,” he whispers. “Don’t push yourself. I think I see her weakness.”
Kotetsu blanches, holding up his arm in a feeble attempt to hold Barnaby back. “No way—your leg—”
He smirks grimly. “Too bad there are no heroes to save us.” The faceplate slides back down, and Kotetsu is lowered back to the ground.
“You’re out of power, Bunny, you can’t possibly—”
But Barnaby is already staggering to standing, leaning completely on his good leg. His other is pulsing, twitching, and hanging limply, useless. Barnaby raises his arms—
A crackle of static drifts through the roaring all about them. The woman stops suddenly, and so, in turn, do Kotetsu and Barnaby, straining to hear. The woman sheaths her knife and unclips a communicator from her hip. The sound makes it through: the faint voice of a man.
“Objective accomplished. You can cease stalling now, Guren.”
The woman doffs her visor, further shadowing her already obscured visage, and then holds down a button to respond.
“Understood, sir. I’m done here.”
Kotetsu realizes that she is going to escape only after she has already turned around. “Wait! Shit!” But neither he nor Barnaby are in any shape to go after her. Kotetsu can only hope that another hero will swoop down just in time—but no, the woman is hoping over the bridge railings and plummeting over the side, and she disappears completely in a flash of flame and metal.
Barnaby collapses by his side as Kotetsu passes out.
He wakes to a dim ceiling, but a ceiling at least. He is dry and the sounds are on mute. There is one shelf of light above him, curved towards the ceiling so as not to be too-bright. His pain is present, but only behind a wall of sorts—a dulling, a suppressing. So, then, he is in a hospital. Safe.
Kotetsu looks to the very corner of his eyes, straining. He sees a television set on mute, captions scrolling. In the bed immediately next to him is Barnaby, sitting straight up and watching with a murderous scowl on his face. Across from them, he sees just barely the edge of a blonde head lying down. Keith, then. The bed next to Keith’s has its curtains drawn.
Kotetsu closes his eyes and lets out a small sigh lost to Keith’s sleepy shuffling. Not dead, at least.
He works his dry throat and manages a quiet, “Barnaby…”
Barnaby drops the remote in surprise and turns to Kotetsu, his expression smoothing considerably. “You’re awake!” he whispers back.
Kotetsu slides his eyes open and they make contact. The questions between them are clear.
“Good,” Barnaby says lowly. “You got the worst of it. That Next grabbed you by the chest plate. I managed to get by her with her only getting my leg. Keith got hit by his own wind, but nothing more—not that I’m belittling his suffering, which was this bad at least.” Barnaby nods his head to Keith’s bed. Kotetsu doesn’t have the strength to look again. Barnaby continues, “Pao-Lin let go of her staff before the surge. It seems that the surge required direct contact. In any case, Pao-Lin got hit with her own electricity. But none of us are going to die. Not even you, old man.”
“I see,” Kotetsu says, eyes hot and lips twitching into a smile. Barnaby allows a pause, then explains,
“The criminal got away. She was an agent for a larger group. When she destroyed that building, it was to draw the heroes away.”
“From where?”
“The prison. They broke someone out. There he is—”
“Eh?” Kotetsu frowns, but Barnaby leans over with a huff and hits the control on Kotetsu’s bed until the top of the bed raises Kotetsu into sitting. Kotetsu looks over to the television where the report from earlier in the day is repeating. The captions explain that a group of persons unknown broke out one single prisoner—
“He looks familiar,” Kotetsu says vaguely, taking in the photo of a very young man, Asian decent, with sun-bleached brown hair and sad eyes.
“Can’t even remember that much?” Barnaby tuts.
“Oi!” Kotetsu shoots back, feeling a bit more like his own self under the influence of pain relievers. He still can’t move his body, but that doesn’t mean he can’t have a good, old-fashioned argument with Bunny. “It’s not like I remember every single criminal ever! I’ve kinda been at this for twelve years, y’know!”
Barnaby spares him a glancing smile before frowning at the TV. “And? You should at least remember last week. I didn’t know dementia set in so early.”
Kotetsu looks over the old-joke in light of—“Last week? Him?” He takes another look at the TV.
Suzaku Kururugi?
“I suppose you wouldn’t remember,” Barnaby concedes. “He was small time. The secondary squad arrested him for murder, but he didn’t put up any sort of fight.”
Now the memory came back. It had been Bombeman who had moved in and made the capture, Kotetsu hovering behind, but it hadn’t been very eventful. He was a murderer, but when cornered, he simply held up his hands and surrendered. Someone complained that the regular police could have handled the problem. It wasn’t until later that they realized Kururugi, 18, was a Next—he hadn’t even bothered to show his powers.
An odd one, but… “Who did he murder?” Kotetsu asks without thinking.
“Clovis Britannia.” At Kotetsu’s blank look, Barnaby sighs in frustration. “The son of a powerful CEO. On the other side of the country, the father’s company is a sponsor of Pendragon’s equivalent to the King of Heroes.”
Ah, the ‘other’ heroes, as they were referred to in Sternbild. Well, Pendragon is the second-largest city in the country, so it was natural, after the system was established, that Pendragon would have its own hero system.
“Knights, aren’t they called?” Kotetsu muses.
Barnaby hums in confirmation. “The Next we fought yesterday… whatever organization she belongs to… Are they the equivalent of Ouroboros for Pendragon?” Barnaby’s expression darkens all over again.
Kotetsu considers the possibility—or tries to, but his thoughts are honestly very muddled by the medication he’s under. In tense silence they watch the flickering screen. It must be the middle of the night, but the report is repeated very often. Kotetsu looks into the sad-sack gaze of Suzaku Kururugi—a gaze that reminds him somehow of Ivan—and thinks what he thought when the boy was first arrested.
He’s no murderer.
“Why are they in Sternbild?” Barnaby whispers, almost to himself. “Is it Ouroboros? Do they stretch across the entire country? Is it something that big?”
Kotetsu would give anything to be able to find the answers his partner craves and offer them on a silver platter. He will. One day. But for now he slides his eyes closed and finds only sleep.
By the next morning, the eight heroes are gathered in the spacious hospital room. The main lights are harsh and artificial blue. Karina stretches and complains loudly from her place leaning against the foot of Kotetsu’s bed.
“Geez, we’re a laughing stock!” she sighs to the group at large. “Not a single one of us was able to beat her!”
Ivan ducks his head and frowns at his boots. “I’m sorry, everyone. I wish I could have done more, but I stood no chance against her.”
“Definitely not!” Karina chastises. “At least you saved some people! I thought I had her, but no! So they took away my points…”
The eight collected heroes sigh. Barnaby crosses his arms and leans back, already frustrated by his immobility. Antonio sits heavily on the windowsill, disturbing the closed blinds behind him. “I should have taken her on,” he grumbles. “With my impervious skin, she wouldn’t have been able to hurt me. Without that damn hand she was just a little girl.”
“But you got points, too,” Karina points out, slightly more respectfully. “All I got was name-called and made a fool of. Not even a heroic defeat.”
Kotetsu looks around at them all lost in their dark thoughts—at Barnaby, with Ouroboros; at Karina, with humiliation; at Keith and Pao-Lin, with failure; at Ivan and Nathan, with their inability to act; at Antonio, with regret. They stand in almost a circle in the room quiet and brooding, arms crossed, heads bowed.
“Antonio,” Kotetsu says gently, breaking the silence. “I’m glad you didn’t take her on.”
“Hm?” Antonio shoots him a slightly hurt look, eyebrows quirked.
“You saved a lot of people, didn’t you? By shielding them from the debris? You did a much better job than any of us.” And though his body is still stiff and hurting, he brings his hands together for a brief clap. “You’re the winner of this round.”
Keith, at least, seems to brighten at this. “True, very true! I agree. Bison did an excellent job in his duty as a hero! Good job, Bison!”
Keith also claps for Antonio, and while he flushes and looks away with a frown, Kotetsu has known him long enough to tell he’s pleased by the praise.
“Goofy old men,” Karina huffs with a toss of her hair. She pouts, then snaps, “Ugh, I can’t believe that bitch. I swear I’m going to be the one to capture her! Even if I have to freeze her entire body!”
Ivan inches back nervously. “Blue Rose is really worked up…”
Keith smiles. “I think she’s got the right spirit! We must all embody this fighting energy! Next time, we will do better. Next time, we will catch her!” Keith forgets himself and makes a wide gesture before curling back in on himself in pain. “Ow, ow, ow…”
“It’s good to be enthusiastic, but please don’t hurt yourself, Mr. Keith,” Pao-Lin sighs.
“Next time,” Kotetsu agrees quietly. He looks over, aware his partner is staring at him. He catches Barnaby’s eyes again; Barnaby nods.
Next time they’ll catch her. They’ll catch her associates, too. Ouroboros will be theirs.
Agnes shifts uncomfortably in her seat, crossing and re-crossing her legs. Trust that man to leave her waiting like this.
The waitress sets down her coffee and donuts, and still the seat across from her remains empty. She glares out across the café, at the sweet couples and the hipsters and thinks, He did this on purpose. He knows how much I hate to be kept waiting. That son of a bitch—
Agnes checks her phone yet again, responding to more texts and emails than she’s ever had at one time. Of course he keeps her waiting the one time she’s busiest. It seems he has a knack for pissing her off. But eventually there comes a time when all the emails are done and people have been called and her coffee has been drained and her plate is nothing but crumbs—and only then does the bastard deign to show up.
Diethard Reid slides into the seat across from her and gives her his most charming smile—the smile that might’ve worked ten years ago when they got into the whole mess, but now only serves to make her even more irritated.
“You’re late,” she hisses. Diethard flags down the waitress for a coffee.
“Forgive me,” Diethard says smoothly. “I know you must be so busy—of course, everyone’s seen the program by now.”
Agnes feels her eyebrow twitching. She snaps at the waitress’ retreating back to bring her another coffee too. She turns back to Diethard with a glare. “So?” she asks. “Why the hell did you call me here?”
“Am I so horrible a sight?” Diethard asks, leaning back and throwing his arm across the back of the booth.
“Yes,” Agnes spits. “Your hair’s gotten too long. You look like a slimeball.”
Diethard ducks his head and lets out a sharp laugh. “As charming as ever, honey.”
Don’t call me that, Agnes wants to see, but it’s even more childish than how she’s already acted. When the waitress brings the coffee, Agnes gulps hers down, the heat be damned.
“What do you want, Diethard?” she asks again, more calmly in the hopes his eternal bully will take a hike for today.
“Can’t I just want to patch things up?” Diethard shoots back mildly, sipping his coffee leisurely. God damn him! He’s too comfortable—he must be reveling in the mess Agnes and Hero TV are in. Sick fuck—
“You’re five years too late to stop the divorce,” Agnes snaps.
“True,” Diethard sighs. And for once he looks into her eyes seriously, somberly, as a man should look at his ex-wife.
And then he opens his damnable mouth and asks, “Agnes, are you entirely happy with your career?”
It’s Agnes’ turn to smirk. “Still bitter I got the job over you?”
There it is. There’s a hint of mulish anger there. A still-sore nerve.
“I didn’t come here for that,” he huffs.
“Well then, come on and spit it out,” Agnes says, waving her hand dismissively, still grinning. “I am a busy woman, after all. I suppose you wouldn’t understand that. Are you still unemployed, by the way?”
Diethard sets down his mug loudly. “Just answer my question, Agnes,” he forces out.
He wants more? Fine. “I love my job. It’s exhilarating. I think it really suits me.”
Diethard is giving her a strange look. He’s searching her for some reaction. She knows because it’s the same look her gave her just before he asked for her hand all those years ago. He says lowly, “And you really enjoy all of its stress? Even right now?”
She glares at him suspiciously, grin beginning to falter. “Right now is the best time for me to shine. I’m prepared for all eventualities. I handled the Maverick superbly, don’t you think?”
He just doesn’t quit: “And? If Maverick was the toughest moment your job faced… what would you do if something bigger came about? Would you still enjoy your job?”
“…what are you saying, Diethard?”
Diethard is silent for a moment, tapping his finger against the edge of his coffee cup in the way that used to be not endearing but at least tolerable. She glances at the offending digit irritably. Diethard takes the moment to say, “I still care about you, you know.”
“…”
“We don’t make good partners, but that doesn’t erase the memories we made together or the shelf in my heart with your name on it.”
Agnes sighs and slumps forward, resting her chin in one perfectly manicured hand. She looks out over the coffee shop—anywhere but at Diethard.
“Stop this.”
But he doesn’t. “I want to warn you.”
Agnes doesn’t immediately register what he’s trying to say.
“If you think you can handle it… But I want to warn you anyway, in case you want to change your mind. Transfer. Retire.”
“Spit it out already, Diethard!” she grouses, leaning away from him again.
Diethard hesitates, but there’s something she doesn’t like in his eyes now. His old fervor, his—she doesn’t know what else to call it—his chaotic side. He’s beginning to grin again.
“Big things are about to happen,” he says, enthusiasm contained only barely. “There’s a real big shot stirring things up. A powerful Next—”
“My heroes are pretty powerful themselves, you know,” she interrupts.
“Really?”
“They had trouble with Jake Martinez but in the end—”
“They had trouble with that little girl, too.”
The two of them freeze in tandem, Agnes in some form of horror and Diethard like an animal with prey.
“She’s special,” Agnes asserts quietly. “But we’ll get her.”
“You don’t even know her face,” Diethard hisses. “And she’s not so special.”
Agnes flares up at that. There’s just no way that could be true—“The heroes of Sternbild are the best of the best! That woman was exceptional!”
Diethard doesn’t move. He just smiles slowly and says, “Not like that. I didn’t mean she wasn’t powerful. I mean she isn’t special in that there are more where she came from.”
Agnes accidently loses grip on her coffee cup. It doesn’t have far to fall, but it teeters on its rounded edge and clatters to the table. Agnes gasps through her nose and wipes the cold brown liquid with a cheap paper napkin.
“What kind of hornet’s nest,” Agnes says slowly, gazing down at her manicure against the tiles of the tabletop, “have you gotten yourself into, Diethard?”
Because she knows him. She knows he can’t resist. He is right in the middle of this whole thing—storm chaser—
Diethard takes out his wallet and gentlemanly pays for their ticket. He slides from the booth and on his way out, he leans down. His hand is warm on her shoulder, and all too familiar.
“That girl is nothing to sneeze at, but she’s only the tip of the iceberg. She answers to a higher master… I’m just warning you. Do as you please. But if you stay, you’ll surely be caught up in his web.”
He kisses her on the cheek and then straightens up and leaves.
Agnes watches him go with unease.
"Damn. He has no concept of a tasteful exit."
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♥ ♥ ♥
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I should do some editing... I made a few obvious mistakes. v.v [/totally barely even reread before posting because ams lazy-ass mothefucka]
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Kotetsu and Barnaby were so, dunno, almost sweet, worrying for each other. Team-y.
The criminal bristles, merely angered, not at all put on hold. “You primped up little Barbie, you really think you can beat me?” THIS LINE! Kallen would say that and think Karina a Barbie and Karina would be so pissed! I can't wait for the next catfight. It's gonna be hilarious.
I liked that Kotetsu noticed that Suzaku isn't a murderer. Kotetsu of all people would know!
You really made Agnes and Diethard a married couple, lol. He shows an unexpected alsmot caring side.
Because she knows him. She knows he can’t resist. He is right in the middle of this whole thing—storm chaser— This is very fitting)))
Whoa, I'm looking forward to some.
The only issue I have is that you could describe Kallen's suit some more. It took me a while to get she's wearing a helmet, yes? And armour? I think action scene is good.
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I got nearly finished with the fight scene before I was like, "shit, Kallen has no lines. Would she really be so silent?" And then I came up with that line LOL which was pretty good in my not-so-humble opinion. 8U
And don't worry, Diethard will go back to our regularly scheduled creeper in his next appearance. And there will be cat fights but for a screen between him and Agnes.
Describe her suit more? On it! In fact I might add a whole new section to the beginning to give the fight scene more build-up.
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More build up is good)
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If there's anything specific you'd like to see happen, PM me about it and I'll see if I can fit it in. ♥
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Will PM)))
Oh, good, Shiro commented first. :p
I like the way everyone's (well, Kotetsu and Bunny at least are) jumping to conclusions and Lelouch (...presumably) is ratchting up his enemy count without even trying. That's just so... Lelouchian of him.
Kallen railing at their hypocracy was win, and I think this is the first time I've liked Diethard in a non-ironic way.
I can't wait for C.C. to be explained. XD
Re: Oh, good, Shiro commented first. :p
UHM SO ACTUALLY I HATE CROSSOVERS IN GENERAL. IDEK. If this was written by not-me and I saw it, I totally wouldn't read it. Nope.
But Mega and Shiro were talking about a crossover in a cracky way. And I was like, "LOL guys are you daring me?" ...I only meant it as a joke, but when I asked Shiro what she wanted for her birthday, she said this. So... XD ;;;;;;
Oh god what am I getting myself into? 8U
...er, but to be clear, I make a difference between "crossover" and "fusion". Maybe it's nit picky, but it helps me, at least. Fusion means I'm not trying to combine everything about the two but rather bend one to fit the other. So here I'm bending CG to fit T&B. Geass doesn't exist-- only Next powers. So you don't have to worry about awkward infodumps about how Geass works. :P
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So far the fusion's working! And there are a lot of characters to play with. XD It's very T&B heavy so far, but that works and makes the CG bits more mysterious~
I dunno. Crossovers (the hypernym) are fun! This might be habit forming. ;)
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..........But I did see this one prompt on T&B kinkmeme about Trigun and T&B crossover because Vash and Kotetsu would be besets friends ever. AND I AM SO TEMPTED. I THINK I MIGHT, WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME.
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BEST FRIENDS FOREVERRRR.
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HE SAVES THE SCARF GIRL.
And Lunatic also chases Vash, because Vash's reputation is of a terrible villain.
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Bunny (and Lloyds) would develop a nervous tick in the process, I'm afraid, lol.
Tiger will be working for no salary forever after that.
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THANK YOU
Isn't Keith just the most adorable thing EVER?