ext_54976 ([identity profile] ineveryport.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] shatterverse2008-03-19 10:53 am
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Jack is driving along one of the many roads on this big ol' wide continent in the Coraline, with all the windows open and a self-satisfied grin on his face. There's a bass guitar in the back, along with a couple amps (one of which actually goes up to 11 - he found the best); his cutlasses and guns are resting happily on the passenger seat and he's whistling while he looks out for other useful things to bring back to the farm.

(He's also looking for a friend he's missed recently)

There's no joy like the simple joys, and of them, Jack's favourite has always been the open sea road, knowledge of being useful to his friends, and a warm woman waiting for when he's done roaming.

Yo ho.

[identity profile] victoryisboring.livejournal.com 2008-03-19 01:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes." Because, really. What's the worst that could happen to a teenaged girl traveling by herself in a post-apocalyptic world?

[identity profile] shatter-brought.livejournal.com 2008-03-19 03:12 pm (UTC)(link)
You know what this situation really needs?

(flashBANG)

THIRTEEN FLYING MONKEYS SWOOPING DOWN FROM THE SKY.

Eek eek ook eek ack ook eek eek ook ack eek ook ook!

[identity profile] victoryisboring.livejournal.com 2008-03-19 03:19 pm (UTC)(link)
At the flash Mai sweeps a hand up to cover her eyes and simultaneously draw one of her knives. She's already dropping into a roll to the side, just in case Jack decides to take the opportunity to attack.

As she gets back to her feet she takes a glance at the monkeys and sighs. What is wrong with this place?

[identity profile] shatter-brought.livejournal.com 2008-03-19 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)
They're monkeys. They have wings.

Also, fangs.

And they seem determined to mob every living thing in sight, screaming what is no doubt the monkey equivalent of I'M GOING TO EAT YOUR FAAAAAAACE.

At least they're not throwing poo?

[identity profile] victoryisboring.livejournal.com 2008-03-19 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Mai isn't familiar with this particular animal, but the fangs and screaming and diving attacks are pretty good indicators of the correct response.

Her wrists flick, one after the other, to send a pair of knives arcing upward. She's good, of course, but she doesn't have Jack's ability to see where things are going. Her feet carry her in a dash toward the cover of Jack's car as she pulls another pair of knives from her sleeves.

[identity profile] shatter-brought.livejournal.com 2008-03-19 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
...WTFWTFWTF THE ONE WITH THE YELLOW TOP KILLED GERALD! GERALD IS DEAD! AVENGE THE DEATH OF GERALD!

(To people who are not monkeys: as the headless body of the thirteenth fanged monstrosity falls to the ground, the remaining dozen swoop in to attack Jack.

This means two of them are paying Mai no attention, and Bertha and Hermione join Gerald in that great poo-flinging party in the sky.)

[identity profile] victoryisboring.livejournal.com 2008-03-19 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Mai hastily flicks another pair of knives, not really taking time to aim before she throws herself into a low dive. She lands on the passenger seat, tucked into a ball, and rolls to where Jack exited on the driver's side. One hand slips back to catch herself before she tumbles out while the other hand whips forward to through yet another knife.

[identity profile] shatter-brought.livejournal.com 2008-03-19 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
One, two, three flying monkeys falling to the ground! Two of them are still kicking, but Christopher will never fling poo at a stranger again.

And that's not even counting the damage Jack is doing. Where the monkeys aren't losing heads, they're losing limbs.

Somewhere in the rain of parts, a cry goes up. The remaining three monkeys with all their bits attached break off and flee, leaving their companions to die. Hey, it's not like avenging Gerald worked.

[identity profile] victoryisboring.livejournal.com 2008-03-19 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Mai considers for a moment. Eventually she nods. "Probably for the best." There's still Sokka(s) to consider, after all.

She really wants to collect her knives, clean them, and check them for damage. But despite fighting together, she doesn't really trust Jack.

[identity profile] victoryisboring.livejournal.com 2008-03-19 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
It takes quite a bit of self control to suppress a grimace when Jack touches her knife. And when it skips lightly across the ground her lip twitches.

That doesn't stop her from leaning down to pick up the blade and carefully, pointedly, inspect it for nicks.

[identity profile] victoryisboring.livejournal.com 2008-03-19 04:17 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not. Which doesn't stop Mai from scowling. "I can't replace them here." Which means damage and loss are not options.

[identity profile] victoryisboring.livejournal.com 2008-03-19 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Mai's face expresses her distaste. "Swords are..." she trails off. Inelegant is what she means. Also: obvious.

[identity profile] victoryisboring.livejournal.com 2008-03-19 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Messy," Mai decides, eying Jack critically. While Mai may not be exactly clean and pretty herself at the moment, she hasn't gotten any blood on her from the fight.

Keeping the distance open allows you to stay nicely clean.

[identity profile] victoryisboring.livejournal.com 2008-03-19 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Mai shrugs. It's not like she disagrees with Jack's point or anything. She's not above taking advantage of someone else providing a convenient distraction.

[identity profile] victoryisboring.livejournal.com 2008-03-19 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"No." And even if she did have some message, she probably wouldn't pass it through Jack.