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aunt_zelda Title: I Felt A Funeral In My Brain
Rating: PG-13 for swearing and mild violence
Word Count: 1,815
Characters: Angry Joe, Lisa Foiles, random background characters, a surprise guest star, mention of Insano
Disclaimer: I own nothing! These lovely people own themselves, check them out on their websites and TGWTG.com, etc.
Warnings: Swear words, flashbacks, my attempts to write characters I’m not comfortable with at all.
Summary: Admiral Joe’s hit rock bottom and there’s a stowaway on board his ship.
Prompt: I'd like either a fanfiction or fan art of either Angry Joe or MasakoX. Other characters can be allowed but they should please be the main focus.
A/N: Happy Secret Santa,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lady_brightstar ! Sorry it’s so awfully late. Life and school and stress got in the way, and then I had to get comfortable with writing these two. I hope you like it, but don’t hesitate to tell me if you don’t.
(I don’t know why, but for some reason I love to write fics where everything’s gone to hell in a handbasket. Post-Apocalyptic is where I’m most comfy. I’m strange.)
The title comes from an Emily Dickinson poem. It seemed appropriate for the fic, strangely enough.
~*~
Admiral Joe leaned back in his chair on the bridge of his once mighty flagship, head in his hands. He’d just gotten word that the mighty forces of Corporate had crushed the last pocket of resistance on the Moon. It seemed like only yesterday that taking back the Earth had seemed a reasonable goal. He hadn’t set foot on Earth in five years.
Running, staggering through the rain, blood on his face and his hands … whose blood was it, his or theirs?
He still had his fleet, yes, but they’d downsized to avoid full-on assaults from Corporate’s ruthless battleships. Now the Angry Joe Army traversed the galaxy in transport ships, skirting checkpoints and carrying cargo when they had once blasted through space in proud vessels with mounted ion canons and layers of protective shields. They’d traveled in synchronized formations and carried out regular attacks against Corporate outposts. Now it was sometimes weeks before Joe came into contract with a fellow Resistance ship, and the battles were no longer epic firefights between armed battleships, or ground assaults with guns and lightning, but fits of sabotage and desperate disruptions of transmissions. The Resistance was no longer a force to be reckoned with and a face of the people, but a shadowy organization that relied on trickery and deceit to accomplish its goals. It was easier than ever for Corporate to slander them in media broadcasts.
“… on the lookout for this dangerous criminal, wanted for crimes against Corporate. The reward is –”
The signal shorted out; the patrons inside bellowed complaints and one pounded the set with his meaty fist. “Damn broadcast, probably those freakin’ independent terrorists …”
Outside, the man crouching at the window crept away, pulling up the collar of his jacket to obscure the lower half of his face. He had to get off-planet, and fast, before he was recognized.
“Admiral?”
Joe shook himself out of his daze and pressed the intercom button. “Yes, Lieut … yes, Major Foiles?” he fervently hoped that Lisa hadn’t heard his slip in addressing her. Lost in memories, he’d momentarily forgotten that she was no longer the Communications Officer he’d hired the first time he’d launched into space, forgotten her rise through the ranks, from Lieutenant to Major in a mere seven years. He knew that he’d never get used to seeing the scar Corporate’s interrogators had left on her pretty face after a particularly vicious bout of battles in Australia. Both her long blond hair and his shortly clipped mustache were going gray, but neither of them would admit that to each other.
“The crew found something in the hold. You should see this.”
Joe typed in the appropriate codes and a staticky visual of the cargo hold came up. A serious-faced Lisa Foiles stood in the foreground, pistol in hand. Behind her, two crewmembers were holding a struggling, skinny man between them.
“Corporate?” Joe asked, unable to keep the growl from his voice.
“Not sure, sir.” Lisa said, casting a wary glance at the captive. “Orders?”
“Bring him up.”
“Yes sir, Admiral, sir.” The video screen went dark.
Joe stood up, stretched, and began to pace the control room. He wanted it to be a Corporate spy: the members of the lunar resistance had been loyal soldiers, men and women who’d laid down their lives for the last few square miles of free territory on the Moon. He’d met several of them in person, remembered this one’s laugh and that one’s jokes. There was Jason, with the triplet grandkids on Triton; there was Emily, the woman who’d bested Joe in arm-wrestling. Kate and Jill, the co-captains of a modified supply ship that could take down Corporate battle drones, had made a particular impression upon Joe, with their bravery and skill with flying their ship.
They were all dead now, or else being thrown into Corporate’s prison ships, where death would be a blessing.
Joe clenched his fists, lips twisting into a deranged grin. If this was a Corporate spy, he wasn’t going to make this quick.
It took him three nightmarish days to buy a passage off-world. Three days of no sleep, of twitching at every noise and ducking into alleys at the first sign of Corporate soldiers. Finally a woman with an eyepatch and dreadlocks allowed him to buckle up beside the crates of ‘spice’ in her rickety transport ship in exchange for the ring on his finger and his left kidney. The kidney was extracted by the ship’s doctor, a familiar-looking man with goggles and a ponytail who took especial delight in stabbing him with the anesthetic needle. The scar burned, and he passed out before they broke atmo.
The doors slid open. Joe turned to see Lisa pushing the skinny captive in front of her. Now the man’s wrists were tied in front of him with electrical cord, the kind that most of the crew carried with them at all times, what with the derelict status of the ship. Lisa shoved him to the floor one-handed, not exactly pointing her gun at him, but not letting him forget it was there, either. Joe had seen her take down Corporate soldiers a hundred yards away during a thunderstorm: five feet in a brightly lit room wouldn’t give her any trouble, if it came to that.
“Thomas and Jones found him hiding in one of the cargo crates. Apparently he sneezed.” Lisa twitched a smile at that, a smile so fleeting only Joe – someone who’d known her for years – could have noticed it.
Joe nodded, considering the man: he was skinny and pale, with messy brown hair; there was a rising bruise on his cheek.
“Who hit him?” Joe asked, eyes not leaving the bound man.
“Jones, sir.”
“Any weapons?”
“Not that we could find, sir.” Which, after all of their years in dealing with Corporate, was as good as ‘no.’
Joe took a few more steps towards the captive, who stumbled backwards in the face of Joe’s cold fury, tripped over his own feet, and landed, hard, on the floor.
“Oh, did they teach you that in Corporate Academy? That clumsiness will put your enemies off-guard and make them think you’re harmless, right up until you stick a knife in their back?”
The captive scrambled up into a sitting position and stared up at Joe with a mixture of confusion and terror. “I … look, man, I’m sorry I stowed away but I didn’t have the money and –”
Joe’s foot lashed out, catching the man across the face and sending him sprawling back down onto the floor. “How long have you been working for Corporate? When were you going to kill me? Tonight? Tomorrow?” Joe kicked the man in the ribs. “Answer me!”
Getting off-world was just the beginning. Now he didn’t even have an extra kidney to pawn, and the spaceport was crawling with penniless outcasts like himself, desperate for a ticket away from the wretched hive. After a fortnight of begging and desperation, finally he gritted his teeth, crossed his fingers, and crawled into one of the crates stacked in readiness for a transport ship.
“Not … Corporate …” the man wheezed. “Name’s … Masoko … please … I’m not with them, swear to …”
Joe’s vision was cloudy from the rage bubbling up inside of him. “I’m going to ask you one more time, you piece of shit,” he said, drawing his gun and pointing it at the terrified Masoko. “And if you don’t start answering I’m gonna blow your fucking brains out all over that wall!”
Click.
There it was, the unmistakable sound of the safety lock coming off of Lisa’s favorite gun. “Stand down, Admiral.”
“You’re out of line, soldier!” Joe snapped.
“No, Joe, you are!” Lisa retorted, pistol pressed against Joe’s forehead. “He’s not Corporate, no matter how much you want him to be!”
Masoko shuddered, tears brimming in his eyes. “Please, god, I’m not with Corporate! I’m sorry! I’m sorry … I didn’t know …”
Joe slowly exhaled and took a step back. “You can stand down, Major.”
“… I didn’t know …” Masoko kept sobbing from the floor.
“Can I, Joe?” Lisa asked, staring at Joe warily.
“If you can’t tell that by now, Lisa, you might as well shoot me.”
Lisa scrutinized his face briefly, then holstered her pistol. “Fuck, Joe, don’t ever do that to me again. That was … that was scary, and I’ve seen you after you play movie licensed games.”
Joe snorted a laugh. Lisa chanced a smile that he flashed back at her.
“Well, now that that’s settled …” Joe pulled a knife from his belt and crouched down in front of Masoko.
The other man flinched away, face paler than ever. “Please …!”
Joe sliced through the electrical cords. “Relax, man, I’m just untying you.” Joe sheathed his knife and stood up. “Now would be a good time to reveal yourself as a Corporate agent and try to kill me.”
Masoko crossed his arms and backed against the wall. “I’ve told you before, I’m not with Corporate.”
“You’re from Earth, everyone on Earth’s with Corporate.”
“Not everybody. Not me.”
“Who’d you manage to piss off, and how?” Joe asked, suspicious and curious at the same time.
Masoko’s face clouded. “I … I … um …” he bit his lip.
“We’re no friends of Corporate, you can tell us,” Lisa said, leaning against the wall and rubbing her forehead.
“I’m a … gamer …” Masoko said slowly, considering them nervously.
“That’s easy enough to check,” Joe hauled the other man to his feet and grabbed Masoko’s wrist. “Well, would you look at that!” Joe waved the man’s hand in the air. “Check out the calluses on the thumbs, Lisa! He’s a gamer, alright.”
Lisa laughed. “You’re in luck, kid: you stowed aboard the flagship of the Angry Joe Army.”
Masoko’s mouth dropped open. “But … Corporate broadcasted that you were dead! They said they blew up Angry Joe and his flagship three years ago!”
Joe grinned maniacally, causing Masoko to take a step backwards. “Corporate says a lot of things, kid, most of them complete bullshit! They haven’t put me down yet, even if they wish they had.” He crossed over to the control panel and hit a button. “Change of plans, Russell, set an extra plate at the table!” Joe softened his manic grin as Masoko leaned against the wall for support. “First off, we’ll take you to the infirmary so the doc can patch you up. Sorry about the whole blind rage thing, by the way. Then we’re gonna eat dinner and you can tell us what you did that pissed off Corporate so bad. And then, if you want, you can join my army.”
Masoko glanced between Joe and Lisa, rubbing his arms nervously. Finally, he nodded. “Yeah, that sounds … good.”
Joe smiled. “Awesome!”
(The end … )
Rating: PG-13 for swearing and mild violence
Word Count: 1,815
Characters: Angry Joe, Lisa Foiles, random background characters, a surprise guest star, mention of Insano
Disclaimer: I own nothing! These lovely people own themselves, check them out on their websites and TGWTG.com, etc.
Warnings: Swear words, flashbacks, my attempts to write characters I’m not comfortable with at all.
Summary: Admiral Joe’s hit rock bottom and there’s a stowaway on board his ship.
Prompt: I'd like either a fanfiction or fan art of either Angry Joe or MasakoX. Other characters can be allowed but they should please be the main focus.
A/N: Happy Secret Santa,
lady_brightstar ! Sorry it’s so awfully late. Life and school and stress got in the way, and then I had to get comfortable with writing these two. I hope you like it, but don’t hesitate to tell me if you don’t. (I don’t know why, but for some reason I love to write fics where everything’s gone to hell in a handbasket. Post-Apocalyptic is where I’m most comfy. I’m strange.)
The title comes from an Emily Dickinson poem. It seemed appropriate for the fic, strangely enough.
~*~
Admiral Joe leaned back in his chair on the bridge of his once mighty flagship, head in his hands. He’d just gotten word that the mighty forces of Corporate had crushed the last pocket of resistance on the Moon. It seemed like only yesterday that taking back the Earth had seemed a reasonable goal. He hadn’t set foot on Earth in five years.
Running, staggering through the rain, blood on his face and his hands … whose blood was it, his or theirs?
He still had his fleet, yes, but they’d downsized to avoid full-on assaults from Corporate’s ruthless battleships. Now the Angry Joe Army traversed the galaxy in transport ships, skirting checkpoints and carrying cargo when they had once blasted through space in proud vessels with mounted ion canons and layers of protective shields. They’d traveled in synchronized formations and carried out regular attacks against Corporate outposts. Now it was sometimes weeks before Joe came into contract with a fellow Resistance ship, and the battles were no longer epic firefights between armed battleships, or ground assaults with guns and lightning, but fits of sabotage and desperate disruptions of transmissions. The Resistance was no longer a force to be reckoned with and a face of the people, but a shadowy organization that relied on trickery and deceit to accomplish its goals. It was easier than ever for Corporate to slander them in media broadcasts.
“… on the lookout for this dangerous criminal, wanted for crimes against Corporate. The reward is –”
The signal shorted out; the patrons inside bellowed complaints and one pounded the set with his meaty fist. “Damn broadcast, probably those freakin’ independent terrorists …”
Outside, the man crouching at the window crept away, pulling up the collar of his jacket to obscure the lower half of his face. He had to get off-planet, and fast, before he was recognized.
“Admiral?”
Joe shook himself out of his daze and pressed the intercom button. “Yes, Lieut … yes, Major Foiles?” he fervently hoped that Lisa hadn’t heard his slip in addressing her. Lost in memories, he’d momentarily forgotten that she was no longer the Communications Officer he’d hired the first time he’d launched into space, forgotten her rise through the ranks, from Lieutenant to Major in a mere seven years. He knew that he’d never get used to seeing the scar Corporate’s interrogators had left on her pretty face after a particularly vicious bout of battles in Australia. Both her long blond hair and his shortly clipped mustache were going gray, but neither of them would admit that to each other.
“The crew found something in the hold. You should see this.”
Joe typed in the appropriate codes and a staticky visual of the cargo hold came up. A serious-faced Lisa Foiles stood in the foreground, pistol in hand. Behind her, two crewmembers were holding a struggling, skinny man between them.
“Corporate?” Joe asked, unable to keep the growl from his voice.
“Not sure, sir.” Lisa said, casting a wary glance at the captive. “Orders?”
“Bring him up.”
“Yes sir, Admiral, sir.” The video screen went dark.
Joe stood up, stretched, and began to pace the control room. He wanted it to be a Corporate spy: the members of the lunar resistance had been loyal soldiers, men and women who’d laid down their lives for the last few square miles of free territory on the Moon. He’d met several of them in person, remembered this one’s laugh and that one’s jokes. There was Jason, with the triplet grandkids on Triton; there was Emily, the woman who’d bested Joe in arm-wrestling. Kate and Jill, the co-captains of a modified supply ship that could take down Corporate battle drones, had made a particular impression upon Joe, with their bravery and skill with flying their ship.
They were all dead now, or else being thrown into Corporate’s prison ships, where death would be a blessing.
Joe clenched his fists, lips twisting into a deranged grin. If this was a Corporate spy, he wasn’t going to make this quick.
It took him three nightmarish days to buy a passage off-world. Three days of no sleep, of twitching at every noise and ducking into alleys at the first sign of Corporate soldiers. Finally a woman with an eyepatch and dreadlocks allowed him to buckle up beside the crates of ‘spice’ in her rickety transport ship in exchange for the ring on his finger and his left kidney. The kidney was extracted by the ship’s doctor, a familiar-looking man with goggles and a ponytail who took especial delight in stabbing him with the anesthetic needle. The scar burned, and he passed out before they broke atmo.
The doors slid open. Joe turned to see Lisa pushing the skinny captive in front of her. Now the man’s wrists were tied in front of him with electrical cord, the kind that most of the crew carried with them at all times, what with the derelict status of the ship. Lisa shoved him to the floor one-handed, not exactly pointing her gun at him, but not letting him forget it was there, either. Joe had seen her take down Corporate soldiers a hundred yards away during a thunderstorm: five feet in a brightly lit room wouldn’t give her any trouble, if it came to that.
“Thomas and Jones found him hiding in one of the cargo crates. Apparently he sneezed.” Lisa twitched a smile at that, a smile so fleeting only Joe – someone who’d known her for years – could have noticed it.
Joe nodded, considering the man: he was skinny and pale, with messy brown hair; there was a rising bruise on his cheek.
“Who hit him?” Joe asked, eyes not leaving the bound man.
“Jones, sir.”
“Any weapons?”
“Not that we could find, sir.” Which, after all of their years in dealing with Corporate, was as good as ‘no.’
Joe took a few more steps towards the captive, who stumbled backwards in the face of Joe’s cold fury, tripped over his own feet, and landed, hard, on the floor.
“Oh, did they teach you that in Corporate Academy? That clumsiness will put your enemies off-guard and make them think you’re harmless, right up until you stick a knife in their back?”
The captive scrambled up into a sitting position and stared up at Joe with a mixture of confusion and terror. “I … look, man, I’m sorry I stowed away but I didn’t have the money and –”
Joe’s foot lashed out, catching the man across the face and sending him sprawling back down onto the floor. “How long have you been working for Corporate? When were you going to kill me? Tonight? Tomorrow?” Joe kicked the man in the ribs. “Answer me!”
Getting off-world was just the beginning. Now he didn’t even have an extra kidney to pawn, and the spaceport was crawling with penniless outcasts like himself, desperate for a ticket away from the wretched hive. After a fortnight of begging and desperation, finally he gritted his teeth, crossed his fingers, and crawled into one of the crates stacked in readiness for a transport ship.
“Not … Corporate …” the man wheezed. “Name’s … Masoko … please … I’m not with them, swear to …”
Joe’s vision was cloudy from the rage bubbling up inside of him. “I’m going to ask you one more time, you piece of shit,” he said, drawing his gun and pointing it at the terrified Masoko. “And if you don’t start answering I’m gonna blow your fucking brains out all over that wall!”
Click.
There it was, the unmistakable sound of the safety lock coming off of Lisa’s favorite gun. “Stand down, Admiral.”
“You’re out of line, soldier!” Joe snapped.
“No, Joe, you are!” Lisa retorted, pistol pressed against Joe’s forehead. “He’s not Corporate, no matter how much you want him to be!”
Masoko shuddered, tears brimming in his eyes. “Please, god, I’m not with Corporate! I’m sorry! I’m sorry … I didn’t know …”
Joe slowly exhaled and took a step back. “You can stand down, Major.”
“… I didn’t know …” Masoko kept sobbing from the floor.
“Can I, Joe?” Lisa asked, staring at Joe warily.
“If you can’t tell that by now, Lisa, you might as well shoot me.”
Lisa scrutinized his face briefly, then holstered her pistol. “Fuck, Joe, don’t ever do that to me again. That was … that was scary, and I’ve seen you after you play movie licensed games.”
Joe snorted a laugh. Lisa chanced a smile that he flashed back at her.
“Well, now that that’s settled …” Joe pulled a knife from his belt and crouched down in front of Masoko.
The other man flinched away, face paler than ever. “Please …!”
Joe sliced through the electrical cords. “Relax, man, I’m just untying you.” Joe sheathed his knife and stood up. “Now would be a good time to reveal yourself as a Corporate agent and try to kill me.”
Masoko crossed his arms and backed against the wall. “I’ve told you before, I’m not with Corporate.”
“You’re from Earth, everyone on Earth’s with Corporate.”
“Not everybody. Not me.”
“Who’d you manage to piss off, and how?” Joe asked, suspicious and curious at the same time.
Masoko’s face clouded. “I … I … um …” he bit his lip.
“We’re no friends of Corporate, you can tell us,” Lisa said, leaning against the wall and rubbing her forehead.
“I’m a … gamer …” Masoko said slowly, considering them nervously.
“That’s easy enough to check,” Joe hauled the other man to his feet and grabbed Masoko’s wrist. “Well, would you look at that!” Joe waved the man’s hand in the air. “Check out the calluses on the thumbs, Lisa! He’s a gamer, alright.”
Lisa laughed. “You’re in luck, kid: you stowed aboard the flagship of the Angry Joe Army.”
Masoko’s mouth dropped open. “But … Corporate broadcasted that you were dead! They said they blew up Angry Joe and his flagship three years ago!”
Joe grinned maniacally, causing Masoko to take a step backwards. “Corporate says a lot of things, kid, most of them complete bullshit! They haven’t put me down yet, even if they wish they had.” He crossed over to the control panel and hit a button. “Change of plans, Russell, set an extra plate at the table!” Joe softened his manic grin as Masoko leaned against the wall for support. “First off, we’ll take you to the infirmary so the doc can patch you up. Sorry about the whole blind rage thing, by the way. Then we’re gonna eat dinner and you can tell us what you did that pissed off Corporate so bad. And then, if you want, you can join my army.”
Masoko glanced between Joe and Lisa, rubbing his arms nervously. Finally, he nodded. “Yeah, that sounds … good.”
Joe smiled. “Awesome!”
(The end … )
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Date: 2011-01-23 07:07 pm (UTC)God, I love them so much! *squees and huggles them*
But anyway as for the fic.... nnnope, still got nothing but NNNNNNGH. Is NNNNNNGH fine? My god, lady. I am squeed beyond all repair. The mental images, the world you created with so little... fff. I dunno how you do it. I want to know so I can steal that part of your brain : | I am enamored.
I ... buh ... thank you very much! (I will never get used to getting this kind overwhelming and positive feedback.)
But yeah embittered, forced into hiding Joe is somehow very adorable :'D He totally would be the commander of his own Fleet of Badass.
I know, right? Auuuuuw, lookit the tired, badass commander!
Poor Masako has reason to be terrified, lesser things than dropping to the shadows from being the number one Admiral Kickass in the universe have been known to make people snap : |
Indeed! *huggles them both*
INSANO WITH A PONYTAIL *tackles and drags away*
Oi! You gotta share! *jumps him too*
Major Lisa Foiles. Hyello, sudden intense turn-on *q*
Heck yeah! A woman that beautiful, intelligent, and awesome is just ... afjaslfjalfjdlafjalfjal! Y'know?
And the best is, it makes total sense that if the world were to end she'd be a hardened, gun-toting badass with an irrational love for shoes.
I love future!badass versions of characters, and I'd love to see more of future!Lisa ...
Though now I have the problem that I cannot get the mental image of her wearing this
out of my head >_<
Annnnnnnd now I can't either. And I don't even know who that's a picture of!
*something snaps* AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH brilliant x'D
There's always ONE line in my fics that people latch onto. I guess that's the one for this fic.
It took me literally to the last cursive part to figure out what the flashbacks were about @w@ That was clever, I'll give you that, you jerkass. But yeah, again, the mental images here are excellent.
Thank you! I had fun with that. (Flashbacks: they're fun!)
D'aww poor adorable little stowaway, you've had it pretty rough, haven't you? (Did he kill someone? Please tell me he didn't kill anyone D: )
*huggles him* Yes, he's had it rough. (I ... have no idea. Maybe, maybe not! I have this idea that he's all adorable and woobie-like on the outside, but inside he's tough and badass and a little scary ...)
I think you got Joe's "flitting between straight-up berserker and the sweetest, most hilarious guy ever" thing down pretty good :'D
Ooooo, thank you so much! That was tricky, he's a difficult character to write and I was very concerned about writing him!
Also, Lisa. Why so sexy, Lisa?<3 It's good to know that the years on the run and the tough life of an authentic space bastard hasn't changed who they are underneath having to be careful and hitting all new kinds of rage levels thanks to that. This is another reason why I like the line about movie licence games so much ^^
I LOVE future!Lisa. Love love love love LOVE!
*talkative fangirl is talkative and long comment is long* I am suitably ashamed : |
Don't be! I love long comments, it just takes me a while to get to replying to them.
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Date: 2011-01-20 05:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-22 04:13 pm (UTC)My present was well worth the wait.
Auuuuuw!
I love this AU and I want more.
Was I supposed to want to hug all of them and cuddle the crap out of them? Because I want to.
Yes, yes you were. Misunderstandings between heroes provide great fodder for 'auuuuuuuw, I wanna cuddle them all!' moments. (Why do I torture characters so? I blame the Heroes fandom!)
You got Joe's mood changes down really well and Man I just loved this!
Oh thank GOD, he is so tricky to write! *punches the air in triumph*
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Date: 2011-01-20 04:08 pm (UTC)And poor MasakoX. *hugs him* And poor Joe. Hell, poor everybody.
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Date: 2011-01-22 04:08 pm (UTC)I really liked how you worked Lieutenant Lisa in there, and especially when she tried to get Joe to back down.
Yeah, I'm quite pleased with that, I'm not as familiar with her as I should be, so I'm glad I did her right in this.
And poor MasakoX. *hugs him* And poor Joe. Hell, poor everybody.
Indeed! *huggles them all*
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Date: 2011-01-22 04:36 pm (UTC)I'll definitely admit, sometimes I really envy the way you write characters in character. In fact...I definitely envy *everyone* for writing the characters in character.
And Epic Win with Joe still holding a grudge against Corporate, really. And his hatred of movie-licensed games. XD
"Indeed! *huggles them all*"
The In Space!verse is probably one of my favorites, but boy is it dramatic. I definitely remember at the end of the original fic when I was going, "What? WHAT? But that's not fair! They already suffered so much..."
Again, really wonderful fic. :)
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Date: 2011-01-23 06:48 pm (UTC)*blushes profusely* That's one of the nicest things anyone's ever said to me on the internet! *glomps you* Thank you! (Mostly it's just blind luck ... you did read my Slashy Extravaganza, right? *cringes* I'm still a bit mortified about how I characterized the girls in that ...)
And Epic Win with Joe still holding a grudge against Corporate, really. And his hatred of movie-licensed games. XD
Once I latched onto that, the fic started coming out.
The In Space!verse is probably one of my favorites, but boy is it dramatic. I definitely remember at the end of the original fic when I was going, "What? WHAT? But that's not fair! They already suffered so much..."
*sniffles* God, yes. It's hard for me to read the InSpace stuff sometimes, because it makes me so ... deeply sad.
Again, really wonderful fic. :)
Thank you!
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Date: 2011-01-23 09:33 pm (UTC)*blushes profusely* That's one of the nicest things anyone's ever said to me on the internet! *glomps you* Thank you! (Mostly it's just blind luck ... you did read my Slashy Extravaganza, right? *cringes* I'm still a bit mortified about how I characterized the girls in that ...)
No problem.
And really, I thought you got the girls down really well in the Slashy Extravaganza. And the guys too. And I loved the little callbacks to the other reviews, like calling the Nerd "Irate Gamer" and the "Take Over The World -- Of COURSE" gag. Let's say it was a great introduction to TGWTG fanfiction. :)
Once I latched onto that, the fic started coming out.
It's good to see that even in a Bad Future, Joe's hatred for corporations screwing gamers over is still intact. :)
*sniffles* God, yes. It's hard for me to read the InSpace stuff sometimes, because it makes me so ... deeply sad.
Oh, heck yeah. Linkara snapping and injuring Z, for example. And just seeing what both Gamers and Critics were going through (my personal favorite being the Nerd's talk with an injured Goggles). And the fact that Insano, of all people, did something like that (I'm mostly saying "of all people" because usually Insano's kind of a loveable failure. A bit like Megamind, really)...I definitely say it's one of the Most Triumphant Examples of Beware The Nice Ones/From Nobody to Nightmare. I mean, *damn*.
Thank you!
No problem. :)
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Date: 2011-01-23 09:56 pm (UTC)Once I latched onto that, the fic started coming out.
Oh, thank you! (Wow, that was your first? And then all the fic started coming out? Lucky you, that must have been awesome! You should have joined us sooner!)
It's good to see that even in a Bad Future, Joe's hatred for corporations screwing gamers over is still intact. :)
Well, Corporate has taken over Earth and it's expanding over the galaxy and telling the people that Joe is dead ...
And the fact that Insano, of all people, did something like that (I'm mostly saying "of all people" because usually Insano's kind of a loveable failure. A bit like Megamind, really)...I definitely say it's one of the Most Triumphant Examples of Beware The Nice Ones/From Nobody to Nightmare. I mean, *damn*.
Insano used to be waaaaaay more sinister in the early days of the fandom. We didn't have many villains to work with, you see, just a bunch of angry nerds and geeks, so Insano was really freaky for a while. (He still can be, it's just more balanced now between 'adorkable mad scientist' and 'hypercompetent villain.'
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Date: 2011-01-23 11:31 pm (UTC)I...have no excuse for not joining. I really don't. XD
Well, Corporate has taken over Earth and it's expanding over the galaxy and telling the people that Joe is dead ...
Okay, *that* requires some elaboration. Seriously. :)
Insano used to be waaaaaay more sinister in the early days of the fandom. We didn't have many villains to work with, you see, just a bunch of angry nerds and geeks, so Insano was really freaky for a while. (He still can be, it's just more balanced now between 'adorkable mad scientist' and 'hypercompetent villain.'
That's very true. The Slashy Extravaganza, par example. (Seriously, that was one of...well, not the darkest portrayal of Insano, but definitely one of the most awesome portrayals of him I've ever seen. Seriously, I need to make an icon that says DON'T *BEEP* WITH INSANO. Thoughts? :)
I was mostly referring to canon, regarding the "loveable failure" bit. Especially in the Street Fighter 2010 review. Let's say that compared with canon...freya_sacksen's Insano is definitely one of the freakiest portrayals of him I've ever read. (Plus "Breaking Up Is Hard To Do". :)