Finally (Someday Arrived)
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Mirrorworld: Harry Potter Mortal Kombat and the Pretentious After-Colon-Undertitle
Part Six: Confrontations
Night fell across the landscape, shrouding the adventurers in darkness.
Twenty minutes passed. In those twenty minutes, Johnny Cage wandered away from the group and started rubbing sticks together. He wanted a fire. It worked in the movies, and he was sick of everyone’s bitching.
It had been over an hour and nothing--nothing!--was any different at all. They were still going at it, blah blah, fate of Realms, blah, blah, stupid freaking door, blah. He was going to start screaming, just for the hell of it, if something cool didn’t happen in the next fifty seconds. Ten years of flash-to, cut-to, and lighting quick splice-editing of awesome pyrotechnics to slamming, deafening speed metal soundtracks had done a serious number on his attention span.
Sonya, Rayden and Liu were outlining the best way to get into the evil fortress. Shang Tsung was just as busy arguing with every word. Shao Kahn nodded and glowered a lot, though he wasn’t paying much attention. Sonya started using some choice Army vocabulary. Shang Tsung fired back his opinion of her family--in Chinese. Shao Kahn shrugged his massive shoulders, sat down against the fortress wall, shoved his helmet low across his face, and gradually began to snore.
Kung Lao, tired of whistling--and the threats it caused his companions to make--scooted over next to Johnny. Arguing might be fun. Everybody else was doing it.
“Damn, I’m bored,” Cage sighed, running his hand through his hair. It was a wreck. Assuming he made it home alive, his stylist would probably kill him.
“This is getting us nowhere,” Kung Lao moped. “Let’s just walk up to the door and pound our heads on it. That might do as much good.”
“I wish we had a fire,” said Johnny. “Then we could burn things. A blowtorch! That would be awesome. We could melt the stupid door.” His words grew ever faster, a manic gleam in his eyes. “Or, if we had a grenade launcher, we could blow it up. And then set it on fire with napalm. A rain of burning toxic death! Yeah!”
“Uh,” Kung Lao said, at a loss for better words. “Sure.”
The grand alliance between enemy realms would have lasted longer, if not for the game of keep-away. It started innocently enough. Lao couldn’t help it! He was just so bored. And hungry. And tired of all the bickering.
It was amazingly easy to sneak up on the dread lord of Outworld. Apparently, Kahn could hear nothing over the roar of his own breath as it surged through his nostrils. No wonder Sindel had gone insane. Sharing a bed with him must have been like sleeping next to a sawmill. Only louder.
At least he didn’t drool. That would have fouled Kung Lao’s plan. Kahn’s helmet was already loose; it popped free with one quick tug that sent Kung Lao tumbling backward, conveniently out of the emperor’s reach.
Said emperor snorted and blinked twice, bellowing in pure rage as he lumbered to his feet.
“You will die, mortal!” he thundered.
Kung Lao took off running, a maniacal grin on his face. Sure, he’d be stomped into paste if Kahn actually caught him, but it was better than sitting around. Way better.
“Hey! Johnny! Catch!”
.:. .:. .:.
(the next one will go here, per standard operating procedure).
Part Six: Confrontations
Night fell across the landscape, shrouding the adventurers in darkness.
Twenty minutes passed. In those twenty minutes, Johnny Cage wandered away from the group and started rubbing sticks together. He wanted a fire. It worked in the movies, and he was sick of everyone’s bitching.
It had been over an hour and nothing--nothing!--was any different at all. They were still going at it, blah blah, fate of Realms, blah, blah, stupid freaking door, blah. He was going to start screaming, just for the hell of it, if something cool didn’t happen in the next fifty seconds. Ten years of flash-to, cut-to, and lighting quick splice-editing of awesome pyrotechnics to slamming, deafening speed metal soundtracks had done a serious number on his attention span.
Sonya, Rayden and Liu were outlining the best way to get into the evil fortress. Shang Tsung was just as busy arguing with every word. Shao Kahn nodded and glowered a lot, though he wasn’t paying much attention. Sonya started using some choice Army vocabulary. Shang Tsung fired back his opinion of her family--in Chinese. Shao Kahn shrugged his massive shoulders, sat down against the fortress wall, shoved his helmet low across his face, and gradually began to snore.
Kung Lao, tired of whistling--and the threats it caused his companions to make--scooted over next to Johnny. Arguing might be fun. Everybody else was doing it.
“Damn, I’m bored,” Cage sighed, running his hand through his hair. It was a wreck. Assuming he made it home alive, his stylist would probably kill him.
“This is getting us nowhere,” Kung Lao moped. “Let’s just walk up to the door and pound our heads on it. That might do as much good.”
“I wish we had a fire,” said Johnny. “Then we could burn things. A blowtorch! That would be awesome. We could melt the stupid door.” His words grew ever faster, a manic gleam in his eyes. “Or, if we had a grenade launcher, we could blow it up. And then set it on fire with napalm. A rain of burning toxic death! Yeah!”
“Uh,” Kung Lao said, at a loss for better words. “Sure.”
The grand alliance between enemy realms would have lasted longer, if not for the game of keep-away. It started innocently enough. Lao couldn’t help it! He was just so bored. And hungry. And tired of all the bickering.
It was amazingly easy to sneak up on the dread lord of Outworld. Apparently, Kahn could hear nothing over the roar of his own breath as it surged through his nostrils. No wonder Sindel had gone insane. Sharing a bed with him must have been like sleeping next to a sawmill. Only louder.
At least he didn’t drool. That would have fouled Kung Lao’s plan. Kahn’s helmet was already loose; it popped free with one quick tug that sent Kung Lao tumbling backward, conveniently out of the emperor’s reach.
Said emperor snorted and blinked twice, bellowing in pure rage as he lumbered to his feet.
“You will die, mortal!” he thundered.
Kung Lao took off running, a maniacal grin on his face. Sure, he’d be stomped into paste if Kahn actually caught him, but it was better than sitting around. Way better.
“Hey! Johnny! Catch!”
.:. .:. .:.
(the next one will go here, per standard operating procedure).
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Date: 2007-10-06 04:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-08 12:32 am (UTC)KUNG LAO.
(I once skimmed a fic where the rabbit was named Chainsaw. It pretty much sucked, but Chainsaw? Cutest thing ever.)
That was random. Have some ♥ ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ^_^
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Date: 2007-10-08 03:12 am (UTC)And wow, hearts. ^_^
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Date: 2007-10-06 09:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-08 12:34 am (UTC)Yesss it is. Hopefully before New Year's and everything. For real. Honest. ^_~
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Date: 2007-10-09 12:31 am (UTC)..a game of 'keep away' using Kahn's helmet?...that really sounds both fun and suicidal at the same time ^_^
and I'm going to refrain from making any comments about Shang and Sonya and married couple ^__^ *snickers*