http://flipped-god-off.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] flipped-god-off.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2009-03-11 09:40 am
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MHA Poolside, Wednesday Early Afternoon

The first indication that Loki had that something was wrong was the unbearable sound of claws against his window at way too fucking early. The second indication was that said window was nearly blacked out with...he didn't even want to think about what that was.

Stalking outside and into the midst of a fucking invasion of some sort, all Loki could do was grimace and bitch about how he'd wanted to fucking relax. Of course, some fucking...thing took immediate exception with his bitching (it was not karma) and swooped at him, claws digging into his shirt and stomach painfully for a minute before Loki got his bearings back and punched the thing in the face a few times to dislodge it. The harpy stumbled backwards, shrieking hideously while Loki examined his now torn shirt and the red scratches on his stomach. Thank fuck for fast healing.

"You fucking bitch, you ripped my shirt." The harpy shrieked in reply, almost daring him to bring it on. And, well, Loki was powerless to resist a challenge. He had no flaming sword, he had no gun but he had himself and he used that weapon to get up a head of steam so he could charge the harpy, plow into it and take it down into the pool with him.

Drowning the damn thing would work. It had to work. And, after several long seconds of twitching and more scratches, the harpy stilled and Loki left it there to swim to the surface where more harpies were already descending.

"Fuck this day," he said, climbing out of the pool, soaking wet and waiting for the next bird thing to come at him. "Fuck this day."

[Open, sure! I've been planning for him to go into the pool since Monday. Whoo!]

[identity profile] satedan-soldier.livejournal.com 2009-03-11 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Ronon appeared from around the building, gun in hand and sword strapped to his bag. He was grinning like mad, excited after having taken out a few nasty creatures on the street. "Looks like you could use some help."

[identity profile] satedan-soldier.livejournal.com 2009-03-11 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"What's not to like?" Ronon asked, shooting down a Harpy before it could hurl a handful of shit at him.

[identity profile] satedan-soldier.livejournal.com 2009-03-11 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Ronon blew its head off effortlessly. "I find if you kill 'em fast, they don't have time to throw."

[identity profile] satedan-soldier.livejournal.com 2009-03-11 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Ronon ripped his sword from his back to relieve the harpy of its head with less explosive splatter. "Nothin' the sand won't cover."

[identity profile] satedan-soldier.livejournal.com 2009-03-11 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Ronon wiped his sword on a dead harpy as he considered. "I can hold 'em off while you run get it." It'd be fun!

[identity profile] satedan-soldier.livejournal.com 2009-03-11 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Loki seemed capable enough. Hell, death by concrete even looked fun. "Fine. You break it, you make me a new one," Ronon said, tossing his flaming sword at Loki when he figured he should be able to catch it.

[identity profile] satedan-soldier.livejournal.com 2009-03-11 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Damn straight," Ronon agreed, firing another blast of energy at a harpy's wings. The thing splattered on the deck like a bag of blood.

[identity profile] satedan-soldier.livejournal.com 2009-03-12 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Got a kid comin' for detention Saturday," Ronon considered between firing on the loud group. "Think it'll wait?"

[identity profile] satedan-soldier.livejournal.com 2009-03-12 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Awesome," Ronon nodded, firing lazily on a harpy that had thunked to the ground only to rise up again with fight left in her. "But you're cleanin' my sword."

[identity profile] satedan-soldier.livejournal.com 2009-03-12 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
Ronon shuddered at the thought, "Nah, she's prolly crawlin' toward you." But Ronon was making sure she wasn't getting very far.