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edenfallingThis was written for runespoor, in response to the prompt: Homestuck/Naruto fusion: it's not Sburb/Sgrub, it's the trolls-and-kids' chuunin exam. (link to prompt and discussion)
So, background! I have decided that the trolls and the kids live in the Land of Space (Uchuu no Kuni), which lies west of the Land of Wind, across the great desert. Their ninja village is Hidden Time (...Kouingakure no Sato, maybe? I'm less sure of that one -- if you know the best translation of 'time' in this context, please tell me!). Until very recently, their country was largely isolated from the other elemental countries, both because of troll/human tensions and because the Land of Space was engaged in a generations-long campaign to invade and settle the lands across the western ocean. Which is where the human population of the country comes from; descendents of slaves and prisoners of war. (This is my handwave so I can keep using their standard American English names, because I am lazy like a lazy thing. Please try not to think too hard about whether the trolls speak Japanese, English, or a third language altogether.)
Anyway! About three years ago, there was a revolution. The Condesce, who was the Lady of Space, was overthrown, along with the old Uchuukage and several of their most prominent supporters. They escaped and are currently at large. The Land of Space is still unsettled from the aftershocks of that change, but the new leaders are doing their best to wind down the war in the west without abandoning their people who have lived on the western continent for generations now, and also to reach out a hand of peace to the elemental countries in the east. The elemental countries, having just finished dealing with their own troubles (Madara et al), are tentative about this, but have extended an invitation for Hidden Time to send participants to the upcoming chuunin exam in Konoha.
Vriska Serket is very interested in whether her country's new leaders will accept, and ropes her teammates into helping her spy on their meeting. (2,400 words)
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Narutostuck: The Spider and the Flies
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"Why'd you bring the stupid clown?" Vriska hissed in John's ear, leaning in close under pretext of fixing the set of his glasses where he'd gotten them tangled in twigs again. "He can't help with this!"
"But Gamzee's our teammate," John said, blinking at her with the annoying, doofy, noble thing he always did. "We can't go to a promotion exam -- no, wait, what do they call it -- a chuunin exam? Anyway, we can't go without him even if the Uchuukage and the council decide to send teams across the desert. Why would we want to keep secrets from him?"
Arrrrrrrrgh!
Vriska pulled her hands back before she snapped the metal arm of John's glasses. Why had the usurpers spared her when Mindfang-shishou retreated if they were just going to drive her to suicide from sheer frustration? She liked John, honestly she did, but he would not understand how important it was to stay eight steps ahead of the competition.
(Terezi's teammates were even stupider than Gamzee, but at least she didn't have to fight against a lack of ambition. Vriska tried not to be jealous.)
"Whatever," she said with a huff, pointedly ignoring Gamzee as he settled onto his back in their super-secret hideout under the pricker-bushes at the edge of the Uchuukage's compound. "Just get your part of my extra-awesome spying plan ready."
"Already done," John said with a giant grin. He pulled his right arm out from under his chest and twirled one finger. Suddenly a breeze snaked under the bushes, carrying the sound of the usurper and the new Uchuukage chatting about tea varieties, of all the boring, stupid things. Uggggggggh.
"So where's the picture all to match up in the sound, spider sister?" Gamzee asked, so close his breath tickled the hair around the base of Vriska's right horn.
Vriska forcibly suppressed a twitch, and then shoved down another when Gamzee's hand pressed down on her shoulder. Idiot clowns shouldn't be allowed to move that fast and sneaky. Or be that scary with clubs.
"You can't rush genius. Back off and let me work," she snapped, tossing her hair as best she could while lying flat on her stomach in dead leaves and dirt. (That the motion also dislodged Gamzee's hand was completely coincidental. Completely!)
"No problem, sister," Gamzee said, disgustingly amiable.
Vriska glared through the screen of leaves toward the Uchuukage's meeting room on the second floor of the compound. Branches, stone, and distance dissolved under the focus of her vision until she saw the usurper and his pet Kage smiling at each other across the cutesy little white table that stood over the indelible bloodstains where the old Uchuukage used to beat traitors to death and use their remains to paint the seals that were his other specialty.
"Got them," Vriska said, baring her fangs in triumph. Carefully, carefully, she moved her hands through the signs to share her vision eightfold with her teammates, wrapping the images around their brains on a web of illusion.
"This is so cool!" John said.
Vriska's smile warmed. Yeah, it was cool. Cooler than cool, even! The coolest! She loved when John recognized her skills, and the effort she put into helping him like a good friend should. (And helping Gamzee too, she guessed. Stupid, stupid, stupid, having to haul his deadweight around. Except maybe in a fight. He was kind of useful then, as long as she stood out of backsplash range.)
The meeting room door opened, letting in the new head of Intelligence, two Anbu representatives in their painted masks (one troll, one human), and the same two councilors the old Uchuukage had appointed, because the usurper was too soft to make a clean sweep like any sane person would have done.
"Thank you fur coming," the Uchuukage said, rising from her chair and putting on her official hat to match her formal robes.
"Glad to be here, nice to see you, oh look, the big boss dropped in for a visit, must be important," drawled the blonde human who had taken over Mindfang-shishou's position running Intelligence. She leaned against the doorframe with a sake flask in her hand, a deceptively casual and unbalanced stance. "Can we skip the filler? I have other things to waste my time on."
Ooooooooh, Vriska hated her. Stupid bitch, taking Mindfang-shishou's job and changing it, like Vriska's teacher hadn't been strong and perfect and everything Vriska was still trying to live up to.
The Uchuukage snickered, as did the two masked Anbu. "No purroblem, Roxy-san! We're here, as I'm sure you all know, because the eastern lands have finally realized we're not lioning about the change in government and our lack of interest in territorial expansion. As a furst step toward normalized relations, they've invited us to send our most purromising young soldiers to compete in their purrmotion exams. I have not yet decided whether to accept. This is your chance to advise me."
"Proth and conth?" the troll Anbu asked.
"I'll take pro," Mindfang-shishou's replacement said. "One of you take con."
"Can do!" the human Anbu said. His voice was incongruously cheerful. "Point the first, they're obviously trawling for information about our new training patterns; why surrender a potential advantage? Point the second, the eastern lands have had troubles of their own this past decade and only recently managed a tentative alliance. Who's to say they're not looking for an external enemy to strengthen those ties? Do we want to send our youngest soldiers into that kind of potential trouble?"
The Anbu paused for breath, then continued. "Point the third, they'll insist on sending representatives here to negotiate the details. Those representatives will obviously be spies, which will allow them an uncomfortably close look at the lingering unrest we're still working to resolve -- speaking of which, sir, I must reiterate that it would be vastly simpler to kill the hard cases instead of trying to convert them. Or at least let us use more effective persuasion methods than plain speech."
"Hey, I just realized why his voice sounds familiar. That's my uncle Jake!" John whispered in Vriska's ear. "I didn't know he was this high up in Anbu!"
"Shhhhhhhh!" Vriska hissed. "You'll make me lose focus."
"Sorry," said John.
Vriska tuned back in to the meeting.
"--our principles, on which the entire legitimacy of our coup and the new order rest," the usurper was saying. "So no. The reeducation and reconciliation programs will continue as is."
"Yes, sir," said the human Anbu. "Returning to the main subject, fourth point! Having eastern representatives here will create a flashpoint for the reactionary elements in the Land of Space. Many are still unhappy with the abolishment of the caste system, and particularly unhappy with your work to integrate humans into positions of authority. Foreign humans will be almost irresistible targets. And point the fifth, not to speak ill of our youngest soldiers -- many of whom fought honorably in the revolution -- are you sure you trust them to represent us in the outer world? We want to put our best foot forward, not touch off another century of that old 'trolls are bloodthirsty monsters' nonsense."
"Nonsense? We are bloodthirsty!" the Uchuukage said with a fang-baring grin.
"But not monsters," said the usurper, ruffling the hair between her horns. "Roxy-san, if you would list the pros?"
Mindfang-shishou's replacement drank a swallow from her flask and sauntered forward to sit on the edge of the little white table. "Okay, first up, no intelligence is ever one hundred percent reliable--"
One of the councilors snorted. Vriska wanted to echo him. As if Mindfang-shishou had ever been wrong about anything!
The blonde human narrowed her eyes at the thin, elderly highblood. "I don't care what that bitch claimed about torture and mind-rape. Nobody ever knows everything. That's what makes life fun! But as I was saying, I can't completely guarantee this, but I'd stake my life on my agents' reports. And they tell me the eastern countries are genuine about this. They don't want a new war, even if it might be useful from an alliance perspective. In another ten years that might change -- especially if we can't get our act together on tracking down the Condesce and her merry little gang -- but right now they're too damn tired to fight us.
"As for spying, so what? I'm pretty sure they already have spies here. Official ones will actually be less trouble -- at least I'll know where they are. And if you don't trust your own soldiers to keep visitors safe, what the hell kind of message does that send to people? Both our people and the same easterners you're trying to sweet-talk?"
She took another swallow of sake. "As for the last bit, I think it's better to send kids than adults. People forgive a lot more shit from kids. Humans are especially dumb like that. Besides, this'll help make sure the next generation knows the Condesce's fucked-up system isn't the only game in town. Some of them could use the reminder."
"Is that your formal recommendation, or simply your conclusion as the purrson arguing in favor?" the Uchuukage asked.
"Both," said Mindfang-shishou's replacement.
"The rest of you, what do you think?" the Uchuukage asked, looking around the room.
The two Anbu exchanged an unreadable glance. "We thay yeth, but carefully. Don't thend more than five or thixth teamth, no matter how many people could uthe promotion."
"We say no," the thin councilor said. "The Land of Space has never needed the approval of humans. You have already perverted our ancient way of life to the point where our society will be unrecognizable within a generation. Do not rush to change it further."
The usurper shook his head when the Uchuukage turned to him. "This is a military decision, kitten. You can't pass it off to me. I'm only here for moral support."
"Meanie," said the Uchuukage, sticking her tongue out at her matesprit. "All right. I say the chance to create new furriendships -- and also trade oppurrtunities! -- is too impurrtant to pass up. We don't have to do this again if it purroves to be a purroblem," she added, nodding toward the councilors, "but to avoid something just because we've never done it befur would be very silly. And I agree with Roxy-san that it will be good fur our young soldiers to see a world beyond our borders."
"Great, so we're done," said Mindfang-shishou's replacement.
"Ah! Not so fast. Now we have to decide which teams to send," said the Uchuukage.
"Take it up with their teachers," said the blonde human. "They'll know their subordinates better than we do. Once you have a set of test subjects, come talk to me about security and cultural briefings. Until then, I have a department to run. Ta, boss." She tilted her head back to drain the last of her flask and vanished in an illusory splash of sake.
Vriska closed her eye and cut her illusion web.
"Hey! They're still talking," said John.
"Not about anything important. We should leave before they're done. The more people inside the compound, the fewer out here to catch us if we're careless," Vriska said, turning on her belly to worm her way back out from under the bushes.
"True words, sister," said Gamzee. "True and deep."
He was suuuuuuuuch an idiot. "Besides, we need to go find Jane-sensei and convince her that we should be one of the chosen teams," Vriska said to John. "She'll nominate us when the Uchuukage asks, of course -- I don't see why she wouldn't, when we're so obviously the best -- but it can't hurt to remind her that she needs to be enthusiastic! There is no way we're going to be stuck here while some other lucky saps get to cross the desert and get ahead of us by fighting easterners and learning all their secret techniques!"
And there was no way she'd pass up a chance to find out what had happened to Mindfang-shishou. When her old teacher had assessed the war and decided she needed to retreat and regroup, she'd told Vriska she would head east. Then she'd knocked Vriska out when Vriska had asked to come along.
Vriska was still mad about that. And also, maybe, just a tiny bit, she was starting to wonder if the usurper and his people might have a point that not everything Mindfang-shishou had done in the service of the Condesce was... well... good. Obviously it had all been right, because she was following perfectly legal orders, but maybe... maybe those orders hadn't been good. Maybe some of the people Vriska had helped torture and kill shouldn't have been in the interrogation chambers.
Maybe even...
(No. She was not thinking about Tavros. That was entirely his own stupid fault for being so weak. It had nothing to do with how scared she'd been that Mindfang-shishou wouldn't think she was strong enough and interesting enough to take as an apprentice and save her from getting thrown into the churning maw of the endless western invasion. Nothing.)
"You know we've never changed Jane-sensei's mind about anything just by whining at her," John said as Vriska brushed the last debris from her clothes. "We have to have reasons and stuff. And she'll want to know how we know about the decision anyway."
"So we tell her!" Vriska said, grabbing John's squishy human hand and dragging him down the street. "We're supposed to be an infiltration team, right? We infiltrated! Which is a great example of why we're awesome and deserve to go ace those exams and show the easterners that the soldiers of Hidden Time were, are, and always will be the best! Right, Gamzee?"
Agree with me, agree with me, agree with me, she sent into his mind. The compulsion probably wouldn't work -- highbloods were even more resistant to her inborn gift than humans were -- but his own creepy psychic thing should at least let him hear her.
"Yeah, we're all at being awesome," Gamzee agreed, pulling a club out of nowhere and using it to scratch his back. He grinned at John. "Looks like you and me and the spider sister are chasing the sunrise, windy brother."
After a second, John smiled back. "I guess it'll be an adventure!"
"It will," Vriska promised. "It totally, totally will."
One way or another, she'd make sure of that.
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End of Story
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I have THOUGHTS about the other four teams (respectively, Dave-Terezi-Karkat; Kanaya-Nepeta-Equius; Jade-Feferi-Aradia; and Rose-Eridan-Sollux), and a vague idea for an overarching plot, but I cannot promise I will ever write more than this fic in this AU. Sorry about that.
(I will try, though!)
runespoor, in response to the prompt: Homestuck/Naruto fusion: it's not Sburb/Sgrub, it's the trolls-and-kids' chuunin exam. (link to prompt and discussion)So, background! I have decided that the trolls and the kids live in the Land of Space (Uchuu no Kuni), which lies west of the Land of Wind, across the great desert. Their ninja village is Hidden Time (...Kouingakure no Sato, maybe? I'm less sure of that one -- if you know the best translation of 'time' in this context, please tell me!). Until very recently, their country was largely isolated from the other elemental countries, both because of troll/human tensions and because the Land of Space was engaged in a generations-long campaign to invade and settle the lands across the western ocean. Which is where the human population of the country comes from; descendents of slaves and prisoners of war. (This is my handwave so I can keep using their standard American English names, because I am lazy like a lazy thing. Please try not to think too hard about whether the trolls speak Japanese, English, or a third language altogether.)
Anyway! About three years ago, there was a revolution. The Condesce, who was the Lady of Space, was overthrown, along with the old Uchuukage and several of their most prominent supporters. They escaped and are currently at large. The Land of Space is still unsettled from the aftershocks of that change, but the new leaders are doing their best to wind down the war in the west without abandoning their people who have lived on the western continent for generations now, and also to reach out a hand of peace to the elemental countries in the east. The elemental countries, having just finished dealing with their own troubles (Madara et al), are tentative about this, but have extended an invitation for Hidden Time to send participants to the upcoming chuunin exam in Konoha.
Vriska Serket is very interested in whether her country's new leaders will accept, and ropes her teammates into helping her spy on their meeting. (2,400 words)
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Narutostuck: The Spider and the Flies
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"Why'd you bring the stupid clown?" Vriska hissed in John's ear, leaning in close under pretext of fixing the set of his glasses where he'd gotten them tangled in twigs again. "He can't help with this!"
"But Gamzee's our teammate," John said, blinking at her with the annoying, doofy, noble thing he always did. "We can't go to a promotion exam -- no, wait, what do they call it -- a chuunin exam? Anyway, we can't go without him even if the Uchuukage and the council decide to send teams across the desert. Why would we want to keep secrets from him?"
Arrrrrrrrgh!
Vriska pulled her hands back before she snapped the metal arm of John's glasses. Why had the usurpers spared her when Mindfang-shishou retreated if they were just going to drive her to suicide from sheer frustration? She liked John, honestly she did, but he would not understand how important it was to stay eight steps ahead of the competition.
(Terezi's teammates were even stupider than Gamzee, but at least she didn't have to fight against a lack of ambition. Vriska tried not to be jealous.)
"Whatever," she said with a huff, pointedly ignoring Gamzee as he settled onto his back in their super-secret hideout under the pricker-bushes at the edge of the Uchuukage's compound. "Just get your part of my extra-awesome spying plan ready."
"Already done," John said with a giant grin. He pulled his right arm out from under his chest and twirled one finger. Suddenly a breeze snaked under the bushes, carrying the sound of the usurper and the new Uchuukage chatting about tea varieties, of all the boring, stupid things. Uggggggggh.
"So where's the picture all to match up in the sound, spider sister?" Gamzee asked, so close his breath tickled the hair around the base of Vriska's right horn.
Vriska forcibly suppressed a twitch, and then shoved down another when Gamzee's hand pressed down on her shoulder. Idiot clowns shouldn't be allowed to move that fast and sneaky. Or be that scary with clubs.
"You can't rush genius. Back off and let me work," she snapped, tossing her hair as best she could while lying flat on her stomach in dead leaves and dirt. (That the motion also dislodged Gamzee's hand was completely coincidental. Completely!)
"No problem, sister," Gamzee said, disgustingly amiable.
Vriska glared through the screen of leaves toward the Uchuukage's meeting room on the second floor of the compound. Branches, stone, and distance dissolved under the focus of her vision until she saw the usurper and his pet Kage smiling at each other across the cutesy little white table that stood over the indelible bloodstains where the old Uchuukage used to beat traitors to death and use their remains to paint the seals that were his other specialty.
"Got them," Vriska said, baring her fangs in triumph. Carefully, carefully, she moved her hands through the signs to share her vision eightfold with her teammates, wrapping the images around their brains on a web of illusion.
"This is so cool!" John said.
Vriska's smile warmed. Yeah, it was cool. Cooler than cool, even! The coolest! She loved when John recognized her skills, and the effort she put into helping him like a good friend should. (And helping Gamzee too, she guessed. Stupid, stupid, stupid, having to haul his deadweight around. Except maybe in a fight. He was kind of useful then, as long as she stood out of backsplash range.)
The meeting room door opened, letting in the new head of Intelligence, two Anbu representatives in their painted masks (one troll, one human), and the same two councilors the old Uchuukage had appointed, because the usurper was too soft to make a clean sweep like any sane person would have done.
"Thank you fur coming," the Uchuukage said, rising from her chair and putting on her official hat to match her formal robes.
"Glad to be here, nice to see you, oh look, the big boss dropped in for a visit, must be important," drawled the blonde human who had taken over Mindfang-shishou's position running Intelligence. She leaned against the doorframe with a sake flask in her hand, a deceptively casual and unbalanced stance. "Can we skip the filler? I have other things to waste my time on."
Ooooooooh, Vriska hated her. Stupid bitch, taking Mindfang-shishou's job and changing it, like Vriska's teacher hadn't been strong and perfect and everything Vriska was still trying to live up to.
The Uchuukage snickered, as did the two masked Anbu. "No purroblem, Roxy-san! We're here, as I'm sure you all know, because the eastern lands have finally realized we're not lioning about the change in government and our lack of interest in territorial expansion. As a furst step toward normalized relations, they've invited us to send our most purromising young soldiers to compete in their purrmotion exams. I have not yet decided whether to accept. This is your chance to advise me."
"Proth and conth?" the troll Anbu asked.
"I'll take pro," Mindfang-shishou's replacement said. "One of you take con."
"Can do!" the human Anbu said. His voice was incongruously cheerful. "Point the first, they're obviously trawling for information about our new training patterns; why surrender a potential advantage? Point the second, the eastern lands have had troubles of their own this past decade and only recently managed a tentative alliance. Who's to say they're not looking for an external enemy to strengthen those ties? Do we want to send our youngest soldiers into that kind of potential trouble?"
The Anbu paused for breath, then continued. "Point the third, they'll insist on sending representatives here to negotiate the details. Those representatives will obviously be spies, which will allow them an uncomfortably close look at the lingering unrest we're still working to resolve -- speaking of which, sir, I must reiterate that it would be vastly simpler to kill the hard cases instead of trying to convert them. Or at least let us use more effective persuasion methods than plain speech."
"Hey, I just realized why his voice sounds familiar. That's my uncle Jake!" John whispered in Vriska's ear. "I didn't know he was this high up in Anbu!"
"Shhhhhhhh!" Vriska hissed. "You'll make me lose focus."
"Sorry," said John.
Vriska tuned back in to the meeting.
"--our principles, on which the entire legitimacy of our coup and the new order rest," the usurper was saying. "So no. The reeducation and reconciliation programs will continue as is."
"Yes, sir," said the human Anbu. "Returning to the main subject, fourth point! Having eastern representatives here will create a flashpoint for the reactionary elements in the Land of Space. Many are still unhappy with the abolishment of the caste system, and particularly unhappy with your work to integrate humans into positions of authority. Foreign humans will be almost irresistible targets. And point the fifth, not to speak ill of our youngest soldiers -- many of whom fought honorably in the revolution -- are you sure you trust them to represent us in the outer world? We want to put our best foot forward, not touch off another century of that old 'trolls are bloodthirsty monsters' nonsense."
"Nonsense? We are bloodthirsty!" the Uchuukage said with a fang-baring grin.
"But not monsters," said the usurper, ruffling the hair between her horns. "Roxy-san, if you would list the pros?"
Mindfang-shishou's replacement drank a swallow from her flask and sauntered forward to sit on the edge of the little white table. "Okay, first up, no intelligence is ever one hundred percent reliable--"
One of the councilors snorted. Vriska wanted to echo him. As if Mindfang-shishou had ever been wrong about anything!
The blonde human narrowed her eyes at the thin, elderly highblood. "I don't care what that bitch claimed about torture and mind-rape. Nobody ever knows everything. That's what makes life fun! But as I was saying, I can't completely guarantee this, but I'd stake my life on my agents' reports. And they tell me the eastern countries are genuine about this. They don't want a new war, even if it might be useful from an alliance perspective. In another ten years that might change -- especially if we can't get our act together on tracking down the Condesce and her merry little gang -- but right now they're too damn tired to fight us.
"As for spying, so what? I'm pretty sure they already have spies here. Official ones will actually be less trouble -- at least I'll know where they are. And if you don't trust your own soldiers to keep visitors safe, what the hell kind of message does that send to people? Both our people and the same easterners you're trying to sweet-talk?"
She took another swallow of sake. "As for the last bit, I think it's better to send kids than adults. People forgive a lot more shit from kids. Humans are especially dumb like that. Besides, this'll help make sure the next generation knows the Condesce's fucked-up system isn't the only game in town. Some of them could use the reminder."
"Is that your formal recommendation, or simply your conclusion as the purrson arguing in favor?" the Uchuukage asked.
"Both," said Mindfang-shishou's replacement.
"The rest of you, what do you think?" the Uchuukage asked, looking around the room.
The two Anbu exchanged an unreadable glance. "We thay yeth, but carefully. Don't thend more than five or thixth teamth, no matter how many people could uthe promotion."
"We say no," the thin councilor said. "The Land of Space has never needed the approval of humans. You have already perverted our ancient way of life to the point where our society will be unrecognizable within a generation. Do not rush to change it further."
The usurper shook his head when the Uchuukage turned to him. "This is a military decision, kitten. You can't pass it off to me. I'm only here for moral support."
"Meanie," said the Uchuukage, sticking her tongue out at her matesprit. "All right. I say the chance to create new furriendships -- and also trade oppurrtunities! -- is too impurrtant to pass up. We don't have to do this again if it purroves to be a purroblem," she added, nodding toward the councilors, "but to avoid something just because we've never done it befur would be very silly. And I agree with Roxy-san that it will be good fur our young soldiers to see a world beyond our borders."
"Great, so we're done," said Mindfang-shishou's replacement.
"Ah! Not so fast. Now we have to decide which teams to send," said the Uchuukage.
"Take it up with their teachers," said the blonde human. "They'll know their subordinates better than we do. Once you have a set of test subjects, come talk to me about security and cultural briefings. Until then, I have a department to run. Ta, boss." She tilted her head back to drain the last of her flask and vanished in an illusory splash of sake.
Vriska closed her eye and cut her illusion web.
"Hey! They're still talking," said John.
"Not about anything important. We should leave before they're done. The more people inside the compound, the fewer out here to catch us if we're careless," Vriska said, turning on her belly to worm her way back out from under the bushes.
"True words, sister," said Gamzee. "True and deep."
He was suuuuuuuuch an idiot. "Besides, we need to go find Jane-sensei and convince her that we should be one of the chosen teams," Vriska said to John. "She'll nominate us when the Uchuukage asks, of course -- I don't see why she wouldn't, when we're so obviously the best -- but it can't hurt to remind her that she needs to be enthusiastic! There is no way we're going to be stuck here while some other lucky saps get to cross the desert and get ahead of us by fighting easterners and learning all their secret techniques!"
And there was no way she'd pass up a chance to find out what had happened to Mindfang-shishou. When her old teacher had assessed the war and decided she needed to retreat and regroup, she'd told Vriska she would head east. Then she'd knocked Vriska out when Vriska had asked to come along.
Vriska was still mad about that. And also, maybe, just a tiny bit, she was starting to wonder if the usurper and his people might have a point that not everything Mindfang-shishou had done in the service of the Condesce was... well... good. Obviously it had all been right, because she was following perfectly legal orders, but maybe... maybe those orders hadn't been good. Maybe some of the people Vriska had helped torture and kill shouldn't have been in the interrogation chambers.
Maybe even...
(No. She was not thinking about Tavros. That was entirely his own stupid fault for being so weak. It had nothing to do with how scared she'd been that Mindfang-shishou wouldn't think she was strong enough and interesting enough to take as an apprentice and save her from getting thrown into the churning maw of the endless western invasion. Nothing.)
"You know we've never changed Jane-sensei's mind about anything just by whining at her," John said as Vriska brushed the last debris from her clothes. "We have to have reasons and stuff. And she'll want to know how we know about the decision anyway."
"So we tell her!" Vriska said, grabbing John's squishy human hand and dragging him down the street. "We're supposed to be an infiltration team, right? We infiltrated! Which is a great example of why we're awesome and deserve to go ace those exams and show the easterners that the soldiers of Hidden Time were, are, and always will be the best! Right, Gamzee?"
Agree with me, agree with me, agree with me, she sent into his mind. The compulsion probably wouldn't work -- highbloods were even more resistant to her inborn gift than humans were -- but his own creepy psychic thing should at least let him hear her.
"Yeah, we're all at being awesome," Gamzee agreed, pulling a club out of nowhere and using it to scratch his back. He grinned at John. "Looks like you and me and the spider sister are chasing the sunrise, windy brother."
After a second, John smiled back. "I guess it'll be an adventure!"
"It will," Vriska promised. "It totally, totally will."
One way or another, she'd make sure of that.
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End of Story
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I have THOUGHTS about the other four teams (respectively, Dave-Terezi-Karkat; Kanaya-Nepeta-Equius; Jade-Feferi-Aradia; and Rose-Eridan-Sollux), and a vague idea for an overarching plot, but I cannot promise I will ever write more than this fic in this AU. Sorry about that.
(I will try, though!)
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My favourite part was EVERYTHING
Date: 2012-03-30 12:23 pm (UTC)Vriska's voice and interactions with her team are amazing. I adore how bright she is - I mean that in the sense of loud and brash, how even her manipulations are very straight-forward. Not quite earnest, but almost naive in a way. She tries to think in very simple terms. The four paragraphs about her motivations and doubts are things of beauty, and the proof that she's able of complexity (orders as right but not good - I wonder about the relationship between Vriska and Terezi, and what Terezi thinks of the possibility that orders can be perfectly legal but not good; and Vriska's own selfishness, however justified, regarding Tavros). Oh, Vriska. So bloodstained and yet so innocent.
And kudos especially for how you included Gamzee here. I was wondering how that would go, and the way you depicted him (and Vriska's view of him) makes so much sense. The clubs make me wince and giggle. I appreciate that Vriska's arrogance doesn't completely blind her to others' qualities (made a high-pitched noise at her mention of Terezi's team and how she's totally not jealous of Terezi having teammates with ambitions).
You've packed so much worldbuilding and characterization and thoughts in this, I could pick any sentence and flail about how great it works.
"So we tell her!" Vriska said, grabbing John's squishy human hand and dragging him down the street. "We're supposed to be an infiltration team, right? We infiltrated! Which is a great example of why we're awesome and deserve to go ace those exams and show the easterners that the soldiers of Hidden Time were, are, and always will be the best! Right, Gamzee?"
I love this so much. Her. Them. I wonder, too, if they really did manage to infiltrate without being noticed. (Who knows, maybe that was one of the preliminary tests!)
Consider me a faithful reader of anything you'll like to write in this verse.
Re: My favourite part was EVERYTHING
Date: 2012-03-31 12:21 am (UTC)Vriska was an interesting POV to write, because she is loud and brash, arrogant and annoying... and unlike Naruto, she doesn't have anything like a solid moral core to balance those aspects. She was badly damaged by her childhood, but she wasn't just an innocent victim -- she was also a willing participant in the nightmare aspects of the old system -- and she still hasn't fully acknowledged that she was a perpetrator or that she was a victim, let alone properly apologized to anyone. Particularly because doing any of those things would require her to shatter her view of Mindfang as well as her own self-image. But she's young. There's hope!
I am pretty sure Roxy knew they were spying. I am not sure if she told anyone. It's not like the meeting was a deathly secret, after all, and it's good to see the younger generation take some initiative! :-)
Gamzee is a nice, amiable, laid-back guy... who is also very fast, very strong, creepy as fuck sometimes, and capable of astonishing acts of violence while still smiling. John likes him because they play practical jokes together, and it's not like a warhammer is any tidier of a weapon than a club, and anyway, fighting is fun when it's not serious like the war was! Vriska is notably less enthusiastic.
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Date: 2012-03-30 06:09 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-03-31 12:08 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2013-07-08 08:02 pm (UTC)and i'm like... oh lord. I bet they vacillate between the most dangerous team and the worst teamwork fukken EVER. Does Rose end up having to play middle leaf? Hell, does she get fed up and rule them through SHEER TERROR? Does Sollux end up having to auspisticize between her and Eridan? What? Dynamics plzplzplz.
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Date: 2013-07-09 03:42 am (UTC)Their teamwork is utterly hopeless for the first year -- they are all individually highly skilled, so their missions tend to work out by the skin of their teeth despite terrible miscommunications (accidental or deliberate) -- but I think after a while they develop a functional three-way rivalry that relies on all of them working at peak potential, so they stop sabotaging and/or ignoring each other. No one outside the team quite dares to ask if it's a romantic rivalry as well as a professional one. (Well, no, some of them have dared. They have never gotten a usable answer, though. Eridan says yes, Sollux says no -- interestingly, when asked in each other's presence, they reverse those answers -- and Rose just kind of... smiles.)
Redglare thinks they're all adorable little kittens with tiny kitten claws. Then again, she has a dragon. Her perspective may be ever-so-slightly skewed. ;-)
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Date: 2013-07-09 09:21 am (UTC)... oh my god the dynamic. XD Okay yes, that was totally just as awesome as I thought. "Eridan says yes, Sollux says no -- interestingly, when asked in each other's presence, they reverse those answers" => *deds* *deeeeds*
Narutostuck
Date: 2013-07-12 05:58 am (UTC)Re: Narutostuck
Date: 2013-07-12 06:03 am (UTC)He almost HAS to be, doesn't he? At the very least, he trained in that style, even if he's not officially affiliated with them anymore.
(Thank you for that idea; it is brilliant.)
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Date: 2012-03-30 12:46 pm (UTC)I like the use of the Guardians/Ancestors here, even the Disciple as the Uchuukage. And that name will never stop making me think of Gunbuster. Which in turn makes me think the derogatory term for Trolls in the Elemental nations is Uchuukaiju. I'm really not on top of my game this morning.
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Date: 2012-03-31 12:36 am (UTC)But I am probably not writing that.
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Date: 2012-03-31 12:48 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-04-01 12:02 am (UTC)Roxy as a badass Intelligence type!! The Disciple as the Kage! (tho technically -kage should only be used for the five great elemental countries but whatevs XD) Now how did THAT happen. And oh oh oh who is the Usurper??? is it the Signless?? ngngngh oh please write something for Team OT3 of Badassitude and karkat's view on things and and NGH. This 'verse is like crack. One hit and i'm addicted. Damn it.
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Date: 2012-04-01 12:45 am (UTC)The Time-nin are not completely clear on the finer distinctions of shinobi culture, as you may note from the persistent use of "soldier" instead of "ninja" in this fic, but even if they were, they'd go right on calling their leader a Kage, because they're damn sure they're strong enough to get away with it. (They are probably even right about that, and also they are distant enough that the five great elemental countries never felt a need to press the point the way they did/do with the smaller countries right on their own borders.)
Yes, the Signless is the usurper, and therefore the new Space Lord. Which... um... I desperately want to avoid calling him, because of connotation issues. :-/ And I think he's trying to turn the country into some kind of democracy anyway. :-)
Right now I am busy with NBB stuff, and then I have two more prompts to fill (the Hinata camp-and-politics AU installment, which should be manageable, and the trollstuck AU, which desperately wants to turn into an epic of how sixteen young trolls solve the Gl'bgolyb Problem and take over the empire and turn their society upsidedown, plus obligatory world-building theories and more romantic shenanigans than you can shake a stick at, oh god send help), but after that, I will... well, I will work on my Remix fic. Dammit. But after that, I will come back to this world, because I want more too!
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Date: 2012-04-01 12:51 am (UTC)And wow yes that is a pretty nice backlog. But as long as there's a possibility you'll come back to this one at some point...! :D
the trollstuck AU, which desperately wants to turn into an epic of how sixteen young trolls solve the Gl'bgolyb Problem and take over the empire and turn their society upsidedown, plus obligatory world-building theories and more romantic shenanigans than you can shake a stick at, oh god send help
... I will only send
more bunnieshelp if you tell me everything about this. Is it a fic you've talked about before? I can't place it atm.(no subject)
Date: 2012-04-01 01:12 am (UTC)The beta!kids are part of the friendship circle along with the twelve canon trolls; the alpha!kids/Guardians are their ancestors. Respectively, we have:
-Davven Kronos (rustblood, a bit more orange than Aradia), ancestor Redblade, trollhandle [Undecided]
-Jarlia Agaion (limeblood), ancestor [Undecided], trollhandle gleefulGorgon
-Jothan Aeolio (blueblood, between Vriska and Equius), ancestor the Gamelord, trollhandle ghastlyTrickster
-Alonde Hekata (violetblood seadweller), ancestor the Magician, trollhandle tentacleTormentrix
And see, the gimmick is that Gl'bgolyb is either not native to Alternia (being a horrorterror and all) and was either summoned or awakened by the Magician and her matesprit/kismessis (they flipped a lot) the Condesce... which fucked up troll society into its present form. Also, the story would start with Jarlia (whose psychic power is to have dreams of the future) trying frantically to get Davven to stop Sollux from killing Aradia under Vriska's brainwashing, except he doesn't initially believe her because of Reasons, and stuff goes on from there.
Davven's psychic thing is either teleportation or temporarily freezing time; I'm not quite sure yet. Maybe both. Jothan is best friends with Vriska and they are really dangerous together -- he's not malicious the way she can be, nor is he murderous like sober!Gamzee, but he doesn't especially care if he hurts people as long as he's having fun. And Alonde and Aradia spend a lot of time talking about the history of their planet and people, because Aradia's ghosts-and-archaeology thing dovetails neatly with Alonde's penchant for summoning Things That Should Not Be Summoned and making them spill their metaphorical guts about what her ancestor did before the Condesce decided she was too dangerous and got rid of her.
A lot of other details are still up in the air, but oh man, I want to write this so badly.