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[Day 5] Kushrenada Coup of AC198; killkillkillkill
Topic Started: Sun Feb 28, 2010 4:55 pm (632 Views)
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Heero snorted awake at the same table he'd been occupying for nearly two days. Glancing around the library, he ran a hand through his hair and scowled at the students around him. What the hell? He was far too disoriented to explain his strange 48-hour nap, and Chris was at a loss as to working his absence into the plot somehow, so he stood, straightened his tie, and stalked off into the stacks. He was supposed to be doing something, right? Heero made a mental check of his blog and nodded to himself. Right. Take over the dorms. Usurp Kushrenada's reign of terror over ICUP. Solve world hunger.

No, wait. That was Relena's blog.

Okay, so he needed to double-check the blueprints of the college. Those were in his room, along with his laptop. But hadn't he been discussing something with Winner about a nefarious secret society that was already scheming to cause trouble on campus? Or had it been something about protesters out for Gundam pilot blood? This whole college was like living in some horribly-written fanfic. Oh, wait...

Resisting the urge to rip out his perpetually unruly hair, Heero headed for the nearest exit. He needed to find Winner and Barton, possibly Chang. Didn't it always seem that he was prowling around campus looking for people? Since when was Heero this sociable? Teamwork meant relying on the other cracky characters in this RP, and that always made him antsy. Maybe it was time for him to find some other crazy universe to destroy? Heero shoved his hands into his pockets and glared at the hardwood floors of the grass as he walked. Yes, perhaps something with less pink heroines and more blowing shit up? That sounded lovely.

He stopped at the edge of the treeline that bordered the laboratory building and scoffed at the ruins of the south wall. It would be so much easier to simply infiltrate Kushrenada's room and assassinate him in the dead of night than to plot some hairbrained mission that involved the other pilots. Granted, Barton had been pretty damned open to some of his more zanier ideas as of late, but Winner was proving to be a real stick in the mud. The kid was so preoccupied with proper manners, etiquette, and ogling Barton's ass that he'd lost his old flare for battle. And Chang's emotional hangups concerning the former OZ leader would no doubt lead to another soap opera-esque complication that would inevitably end in bitter tears and endless dueling, not massive explosions and murder.

Since when was Heero the only pilot without a vagina?

Broodingly, Wing's former pilot slumped back against a nearby tree and mulled over his options. Go to class, teamwork, secret societies, cold-blooded murder. "Well, that's certainly an easy choice." Now who to tell? Winner was out. He'd probably send Kushrenada an apology card and tip him off that he was about to be assassinated. Chang was obviously not a good choice regardless of his prowess in a fire fight. Barton? Perhaps. Heero would have to get him by himself and run the idea by him in a hypothetical, 'Of course I'm not actually going to do it' way first. And since Maxwell was on hiatus that was of no use to him either. But what about Merquise?

"Hm..." Heero turned that thought over in his mind for a moment. Hadn't Merquise tried to kill the bastard himself during the Libra battle? That would indicate a favorable disposition towards disemboweling the guy, but he--like Chang--might have some pesky feelings or misgivings about outright shooting the man. Damn. So it seemed that Barton was his only real option. Good help was so hard to find these days.
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In all probability, Trowa's post was going to be crappy since he had too many other things on his mind lately. Somewhere between the quad and the library he'd managed to make more than a thousand Gravi fans hate him with a single post in their comm simply by stating that he hated the main character. What a tactless git.

Then there were the occasional headaches and fuzzy halos around headlights that had some people suggesting he get an eye exam soon. And of course, he was scheduled to get his tubes tied in another few months and the appointment had just been confirmed, but let's not go there.

Yes, burrowing his head in the library would be a welcome relief from all the crap going on in real life, assuming he had one, and he headed over to Char Aznable's legacy with Quatre firmly mounted on his back. Either the Winner heir had lost weight or Trowa was too preoccupied to notice otherwise, but Quatre felt almost weightless up there. Trowa was about to say something, then reconsidered whether it might be tactless to mention anything about his weight. What he really needed, though, was for Cathy to make some of her heavy duty, butter thick and milk-soaked soup to fatten him up. It was too bad Trowa couldn't take care of Quatre like some kind of pet, but babying people seemed to make them mad at him of late and he really didn't need any more stress. Why did life have to be so complicated?

"Here we are," he announced pointlessly as they approached the library, as if Quatre was completely incapacitated and couldn't see what was right in front of his eyes. Unfortunately, the library was dark and appeared to be locked. Where would Heero go, then? It was ridiculous at this hour, but Trowa began scanning the area for a brown, shaggy mop top, hoping the missing pilot would magically appear in the vicinity. Was that him leaning up against a tree over there? Or just a trick of the light? In any case, he strolled over in that direction just to check it out.

"Heero? What are you doing up at this hour?"  Not that he could talk.

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Quatre couldn't say much about Gravitation. He had liked it when it first came out in manga form, but always hated Shuichi as a character anyway and thus never finished the series due to his hatred of the stereotypical somehow-turned-pink-haired-and-uber-gay-in-the-anime gay boy so he stuck with mech anime like Gundam Wing. Quatre wasn't sure why he hated Shuichi since he supposed he was the reincarnation of the little bastard.

And anyone who crosses E urm... Trowa in the wrong way can go to Hell in Quatre's opinion.

Quatre liked to be babied and clung happily to Trowa's back. He had been conscious of his own weight too. He did a crash diet only a few days before enrolling in college because he thought that being anorexic was a part of being a mainstream student. And he thought his butt was looking a little pudgy.

"Here we are."

"Ah, good. Where is Heero?"

"Heero? What are you doing up at this hour?"


"Yeah, it is getting pretty late. Be careful, you might get shot." He didn't bother leaving his spot on Trowa's back, it was much more fun to write and besides, he got to look DOWN at people for once. It was an amazing perspective. Man, did Heero always have such horrible hair?
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Heero had just been musing about how he too abhorred Shuichi--both from Gravitation and Evangelion--when Barton appeared, wearing a furry backpack. That was a little odd in and of itself because Heero was reasonably certain that he'd in fact never seen him carry a bag or pack or duffle or even so much as a wallet. Where the hell did he hide all of those fruity little parasols?

"Heero? What are you doing up at this hour?"

What time was it, anyway? He'd been sleeping in the library for approximately two days, and then woken only to plot a diabolical assassination. He really wasn't sure what he was doing up or the hour. He shrugged by way of reply, and was just readying himself to seek Barton's blessing for this latest sociopathic endeavor, when Barton's furry backpack spoke to him. "Yeah, it is getting pretty late. Be careful, you might get shot."

Was that piece of luggage threatening him? No, wait. That was just Winner. Why he was wrapped around Barton like a gay cardigan sweater was anyone's guess. Heero deemed it more appropriate not to speculate on these matters. "Who's shooting?" he asked with a decidedly homicidal gleam in his eyes. He was certainly up for a gunfight after his Rip Van Winkle adventure in the library. This plot was boring. It was a lot of standing around and talking, and that was for girls. Gundam pilots blew shit up. When were they going to get around to that part? "If it's those protesters then I'd like to keep at least one of them alive to pump them for information." Yes, it had been months since his last good old-fashioned, waterboarding terrorist interrogation. Heero cracked his knuckles in gleeful anticipation and scanned the Quad. Where to start? There were several young hippy-looking girls with stringy, unkempt hair and patchwork skirts hoisting cardboard signs on poles. Then there were the group of angry looking women crowded around a makeshift camp cooking fire near an old oak tree across the way. They were huddled together in a dirty mass of concentrated estrogen and rage, and that was mildly intimidating. If there was one thing that made Heero nervous it was oppressed feminists in concentrated groups. He wanted to take a preemptive strike against them, force them back into the kitchens to make him sandwiches, but he was wary. What they lacked in genuine constitutional rights they made up in mindless, zombie-like perseverance for male flesh and alimony payments. Damned if they were going to catch Heero Yuy with his pants down!

Turning to face the hivemind hordes of undead, he shouted across the Quad. "I want a reuben, extra cheese, no saurkraut!" That would show them who wore the pants on this damned campus. Heero turned to the other pilots with a smirk and crossed his arms over his chest while he waited for his sandwich. "That's how you handle these uppity females. Show no fear. They can smell it. It gives them power." He winked at Barton. "Did you two want a sandwich as well?" Had Heero lost his mind? Undoubtedly. But at least they wouldn't die at the hands of an angry, vagina-riddled mob on empty stomachs.
Edited by Heero Yuy, Tue Mar 9, 2010 11:02 pm.
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Oh, yes...it was much more likely that uppity feminist types would make them sandwiches first and then  kill them. What planet colony was Heero from again?

Never mind. Trowa had other problems at the moment. For one, it had been around 1 am when he first joined this thread and now it was apparently the middle of the day. We'll assume it took him approximately 11 hours to cross the quad, for some reason. It's safe to assume he got lost a lot.

Then there was the idea of Heero wanting a Reuben with no sauerkraut. Wouldn't that make it, I don't know, maybe just a Ben? You couldn't leave out the sauerkraut, even though the whole idea of sauerkraut on a sandwich was so incredibly nasty. Who invented those, anyhow? Even Cathy would never create such a sandwich. Sauerkraut soup, perhaps, but let's not think about that.

"This is serious, Heero. Quatre was shot in the leg on campus by one of these fanatics, and the next one might not have such lousy aim. If I knew who it was, I'd rip his or her head off with my bare hands."  And that wasn't just because Quatre hated Shuichi too, although anyone who hated Shu was awesome in Trowa's book. Was there really one in Evangelion too? There must be a Shuichi conspiracy out there; things were even more dangerous than he'd thought.

"We need a plan of action for dealing with these protesters," he suggested.  "Any ideas?"  What they needed were weapons. Unfortunately, all Trowa had was a herd of hungry elephants. Oh, and a sister who was good with knives.  "There must be swords in the gym if Treize is teaching fencing classes, but I'd rather have something that kills from a distance."  Not to mention possibilities for retarded violence. Why, oh why did no one in this country manufacture full-size parasols that fired darts out of the tip? Such a weapon had endless potential for buffoonery and mayhem.

"I hate to suggest this, but it might also be wise to secure some collateral in the form of a hostage. We may be less likely to be attacked if we have a captive."

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Quatre wasn't sure why everyone made him pink. Seriously... pink? Just because his sisters dressed him funny didn't mean that he was always to be labeled the pink one. He did wear violet as well, and khaki and brown, too! He was pretty sure he was a GUY last time he checked down there, unless that was a Vienna sausage that fell down his pants, he wanted to be treated like a dude for once!

Quatre hated sandwiches. He was too rich for that. The only bread product he ate was toast, and it almost always had marmalade on it. Toast went well with tea. He only ate things that went well with tea.

That didn't make him girly either! Stop looking at him like that.

Quatre readjusted his position on his mount's sturdy back and nodded in agreement with all of Trowa's logical suggestions. Then he half wondered what the other young man would look like in a blue Starfleet science officer uniform.

"I hate to suggest this, but it might also be wise to secure some collateral in the form of a hostage. We may be less likely to be attacked if we have a captive."

Quatre nodded in agreement. "I normally would say that captives are unethical but, considering the severity of this situation, it would be in our best interest to arm ourselves and take one - though we have to be very careful not to cause the person harm. Now we have to consider who to choose as a captive? I haven't had much experience with the protesting firsthand, aside from running into them as I pass through the Quad. Should we just pick one at random, or try to find one that is part of the central organization of the movement?"

He pondered this with a scrunch of his nose and rested his chin on Trowa's shoulder in thought.

"By the way, Heero, have you seen Duo? Is Duo still part of the RP? Does anyone else feel like we should move on without him? I don't know about you, but I really think this forum's plot needs a revamp. Any ideas?"
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Yes, a hostage. What a brilliant plan! Heero was so excited at the prospect of an actual mission that he could have kissed Trowa. In fact, he did. Then he quickly feinted left in a half-graceful, half-tripping barrel roll to avoid the pink prince's wrath. So what if neither of them had shown any outright homosexual inclinations thus far in this RP? There was nothing so dangerous as a painfully gay Gundam pilot when his circus freakshow boyfriend was compromised by yet another closeted terrorist. Christ on a cracker, this RP has a lot of homoangst. Is this Gundam Wing or Harry Potter?

Heero made sure that he was at a rather safe distance and composed himself. "I vote we kidnap Merquise. Maybe then we can handle the protestors and Kushrenada at once and save ourselves another seven threads worth of useless dialogue." He scowled. He'd long been jealus of the Lightening Count's magnificent OZ-issued bitch boots. "And no, I have no idea where Maxwell is."

And what was that? Scrap this board's plotline for something shiny and far more entertaining? Considering that the average time these boards seemed to last had proven to work coincidentally with the inverse half-life logarithmic function, Heero was game. "Might I suggest something post-apocolyptic, AU, and entirely bad-ass?"

When was Heero going to get the opportunity to shoot anyone at ICUP? Never. But if the legions of undead were to arrive he could rack up a headcount that would make Hitler envious. For now he was going to stand by and wait to hear what the other pilots thought, because Chris was hopped up on some crazy bronchitis meds and consequently Heero was totally out-of-character. Also, he felt a little guilty for constantly implying that Winner was less than testicular, so he gave him an awkward manhug. "Sorry, bro."

Now did that prescription say to take three pills or thirty?
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If Heero was kissing the clown and then launching himself down a hill, he was probably already way past the maximum dosage. Fortunately, Trowa liked getting kissed. Closet? Was there a closet? He'd have thought it was bloody obvious he'd hump any male, female or animal over the age of consent. And no, he never forced the lions to do that when they didn't really want to. It was always totally consensual.

"Now we have to consider who to choose as a captive? I haven't had much experience with the protesting firsthand, aside from running into them as I pass through the Quad. Should we just pick one at random, or try to find one that is part of the central organization of the movement?"

Speaking of consensual, maybe they should ask around campus for a hostage. A lot of the girls around here were probably into that sort of thing. Most of the guys, too. Kind of took the fun out of it, though. One of the perks of hostage-taking was seeing that moment of surprise when—

"By the way, Heero, have you seen Duo? Is Duo still part of the RP? Does anyone else feel like we should move on without him? I don't know about you, but I really think this forum's plot needs a revamp. Any ideas?"

"Come to think of it, it really has  been awhile, hasn't it? Maybe we should look for a new Duo? He's the most popular character; he really shouldn't be that hard to replace."  Why did they have such lousy luck with Duos?

The idea of changing the plot knocked him for a loop, though, especially coming from Quatre, who'd lured them all to this campus with his incredible kyootness. Was there a plot? Trowa had been making it up as he went along, but he was good at infiltrating like that. In any case, he was happy with whatever they did as long as he was surrounded by his buddies and plenty of parasols. 

"Dorothy never reads other people's threads, but I happen to know she's interested in some kind of steampunk romance thing where Treize has a whole slew of dead brothers. Maybe if we autoclave all the girly romance out of it and add some splodeys, we'll have a cool plot we can all agree on. I've always wanted to time travel. So who wants to build a time machine?"

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