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futurology2016-09-20 02:17 am
pummelling) wrote in futurology2016-09-20 02:17 am
Entry tags:
- asher millstone (htgawm),
- darc (arc: twilight of the spirits),
- dipper pines (gravity falls),
- fiona (borderlands),
- jasper (steven universe),
- jin kung (mortal kombat),
- koltira deathweaver (world of warcraft),
- loki (marvel comics),
- rhys (borderlands),
- riza hawkeye (fullmetal alchemist),
- takashi shirogane (voltron),
- tsukuyo (gintama),
- twisted fate (league of legends),
- zenyatta (overwatch)
video; un: white_lotus
[With only vague recollections of his child self and even vaguer ones of his teenage self leftover from that last unfortunate week, Kung Jin's stopped being so concerned about what might've happened then. He can't control it, after all, and what (unsalvageable) damage could he have even done to anybody as a teen punk? It's fine. It's totally fine. Yup.
Onto now. He's trained alone as much as he can stand, nearly as much as he'd done during those years at the Wu Shi Academy, even; hung around the library longer than he could stand, and without falling off any bookshelves this time, too; loitered his way across as much of the castle and grounds that he could get to and then some. With all of that done, then, Jin has settled into something much more dangerous: boredom.
He talks a lot, when he's bored. For an opinionated jerk with a tendency to run his mouth, this is never a good sign.]
Let me get this straight.
[The magitek's feed'll treat viewers to the sight of a dark-haired young man seated on the foot of the bed in his quarters, clad in ALASTAIR's uniform and idly polishing an ornate staff with a cloth as hecomplains speaks.]
ALASTAIR picks up a whole crop of new recruits. Out of the multiverse, as you do. They're supposed to give us the rundown on this timeline stabilizing thing, except their translators are busted-- so they make their old recruits run the welcome wagon. Then we get a big ol' bug infestation, and, what d'you know! All of us recruits are the ones playing exterminator, while some of us are reliving the total joys of puberty for days at a time. And we still haven't seen anywhere else except this castle.
Anybody else beginning to see a pattern here? [He tosses the dropcloth aside so he can focus on rolling his eyes for the camera.] Yeah. Some saving worlds we're handling: all we're doing for them is the chores they're too lazy to do themselves. How much you bet all our rocket ships break down when we're about to fly off to that Q-65 dustball? And that we have to wash and wax all their hulls, too? I swear, I'm gonna quit.
[you cant tho jin... but okay.]
I mean, I've had a lot of bad gigs in my life, but... yikes. This is just embarrassing.
Onto now. He's trained alone as much as he can stand, nearly as much as he'd done during those years at the Wu Shi Academy, even; hung around the library longer than he could stand, and without falling off any bookshelves this time, too; loitered his way across as much of the castle and grounds that he could get to and then some. With all of that done, then, Jin has settled into something much more dangerous: boredom.
He talks a lot, when he's bored. For an opinionated jerk with a tendency to run his mouth, this is never a good sign.]
Let me get this straight.
[The magitek's feed'll treat viewers to the sight of a dark-haired young man seated on the foot of the bed in his quarters, clad in ALASTAIR's uniform and idly polishing an ornate staff with a cloth as he
ALASTAIR picks up a whole crop of new recruits. Out of the multiverse, as you do. They're supposed to give us the rundown on this timeline stabilizing thing, except their translators are busted-- so they make their old recruits run the welcome wagon. Then we get a big ol' bug infestation, and, what d'you know! All of us recruits are the ones playing exterminator, while some of us are reliving the total joys of puberty for days at a time. And we still haven't seen anywhere else except this castle.
Anybody else beginning to see a pattern here? [He tosses the dropcloth aside so he can focus on rolling his eyes for the camera.] Yeah. Some saving worlds we're handling: all we're doing for them is the chores they're too lazy to do themselves. How much you bet all our rocket ships break down when we're about to fly off to that Q-65 dustball? And that we have to wash and wax all their hulls, too? I swear, I'm gonna quit.
[you cant tho jin... but okay.]
I mean, I've had a lot of bad gigs in my life, but... yikes. This is just embarrassing.
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[Once again, Asher unfortunately has a point. Jin is bored out of his skull: his idea of making a difference here doesn't involve all of this waiting around. He'd wanted action-- an active role in stopping threats and taking on new challenges. If he wanted dull, he might as well have stuck around at home.
Not that there's a real choice in the matter for him.]
Doesn't the fact that they're so disorganized bother you? That they're letting the kids here do their work, too? It's shady.