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This kind of came up as a potential threesome in that 12-characters crack pairings meme I did a couple days ago. And I am now actually writing it. Help me, please!
ETA: This is the rough draft of scene 1 in part I of "Lemonade."
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Part I: In which three strangers find themselves in a crowd of angry demons
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Faith kicked the Sargul demon one last time for good measure, watched its mouth tentacles fall slack, and then used its tunic to wipe the glistening turquoise blood off her knife. Behind her, the last demon gurgled and died as her two unexpected allies finished it off. Faith looked around, slowing her breathing back to normal levels, and tried to figure out where the fuck that portal had dropped her. Deep purple sky, sun an eye-searing white dot high overhead, several stars visible near the jagged horizon. Rocks underfoot, with a bit of sawtooth grass -- or something damn close to it -- for decoration, and the air as dry as vamp dust.
Had to be a hell dimension. Fuck.
"You look human, lady, but you knew a hell of a lot about killing those things," one of her new allies drawled, raking a blatant stare up and down her body. Then he slung a long metal pole across the back of his neck and draped his forearms across it. "You mind explaining yourself?"
Faith returned his stare. Hot guy, probably about 20, dressed all in black and wearing a cross around his neck. Gun at his side, knives in his boots, down his back, and up his sleeves; he hid them well, but she knew the signs. A strange metal pole that spit a curve of green fire out one end -- mojo or sci-fi, she didn't know which. And to top it off, long brown hair pulled into a three-foot braid. How the hell did he keep that out of his way during a fight? (And what conditioner did he use? Too much demon slime and guts, too many washes, and split ends turned into a real nightmare.)
"They're Sargul demons," she said. "They were opening a portal between dimensions and I interrupted them. The portal must've gone wild and grabbed you. Sorry about that." She shrugged. "I know some people who'll pull me back and we can get you two home again from there."
The guy laughed. "I'd call you a liar except this," -- he waved his hands at the alien landscape -- "is not Earth or the colonies, and glowing blue circles don't usually open in front of my targets and grab me. I'm Duo Maxwell -- I run, I hide, but I never tell a lie. You?"
"Faith." She looked at the third person.
He stared blankly back. He was younger than Duo, probably about the age Faith had been when she got Called as a Slayer, and he looked as angry and pighead stubborn as she'd been back then. Deathly pale, black hair chopped off in ragged tufts and held back by a cloth headband with a metal plate in front, black pants, black shirt with a funny red and white symbol pasted on it, and way more knives and throwing stars than any sane person needed strapped to his legs and arms. Faith vaguely remembered seeing fiery explosions from his direction during the fight, but she couldn't see any grenades. Maybe he'd used them all.
She had a sudden thought. "Hey, do you speak English?" No response. "Shit. Parlay voo fransay? Not that that would help..."
The kid bit out a phrase in some weird lilting language, and Faith groaned.
"Hey, no worries," Duo said cheerfully. "That's Japanese. Hang on and I'll explain things."
Several minutes later, Faith learned that the kid was named Uchiha Sasuke -- Sasuke being his first name and Uchiha his family, 'cause the Japanese in his world put their names the wrong way around -- and he was a ninja assassin who could do magic. The kid swore anyone could learn to use 'chakra' to blow things up and shit, but Faith didn't believe him. Then she had to stop Duo from pestering the kid into giving him lessons on starting explosions with his mind.
"Okay," she said as they sat in a circle on some handy rocks. "Sasuke's a magical ninja and he got grabbed while he was killing someone. You used to be a terrorist and fight in a giant robot, but now you're a freelance assassin and thief. And I'm a Slayer who got mystically chosen to fight vampires and demons." She drew her knife and studied the edge; there were a few nicks from the Sarguls' iron-hard claws, but it didn't need much sharpening. "I don't like this. If the portal was random, at least one of you should've been deadweight, not a fighter."
Duo translated that for Sasuke, who shrugged and said something short. "He said they might have been summoning," Duo told Faith. "Makes sense to me -- we're both pretty deadly, and we both fight for hire. I wouldn't work for demons or try to destroy somebody else's world, but they had no way to know that without grabbing me and asking."
"Fuck." That made way too much sense, and jibed with the dangerous vibes Faith was getting from these two guys. She was used to being the craziest, harshest person in the room, unless she was surrounded by vamps and had licence to kill them. She wasn't quite sure how to deal with assassins who weren't actively trying to kill her.
Play it cool, she decided. She held out her left hand and began to trim her nails with her knife. "Guess I'll have to look hard at their friends when I get home. In the meantime, anybody got a deck of cards?"
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TBC...
ETA: This is the rough draft of scene 1 in part I of "Lemonade."
---------------------------------------------
Part I: In which three strangers find themselves in a crowd of angry demons
---------------------------------------------
Faith kicked the Sargul demon one last time for good measure, watched its mouth tentacles fall slack, and then used its tunic to wipe the glistening turquoise blood off her knife. Behind her, the last demon gurgled and died as her two unexpected allies finished it off. Faith looked around, slowing her breathing back to normal levels, and tried to figure out where the fuck that portal had dropped her. Deep purple sky, sun an eye-searing white dot high overhead, several stars visible near the jagged horizon. Rocks underfoot, with a bit of sawtooth grass -- or something damn close to it -- for decoration, and the air as dry as vamp dust.
Had to be a hell dimension. Fuck.
"You look human, lady, but you knew a hell of a lot about killing those things," one of her new allies drawled, raking a blatant stare up and down her body. Then he slung a long metal pole across the back of his neck and draped his forearms across it. "You mind explaining yourself?"
Faith returned his stare. Hot guy, probably about 20, dressed all in black and wearing a cross around his neck. Gun at his side, knives in his boots, down his back, and up his sleeves; he hid them well, but she knew the signs. A strange metal pole that spit a curve of green fire out one end -- mojo or sci-fi, she didn't know which. And to top it off, long brown hair pulled into a three-foot braid. How the hell did he keep that out of his way during a fight? (And what conditioner did he use? Too much demon slime and guts, too many washes, and split ends turned into a real nightmare.)
"They're Sargul demons," she said. "They were opening a portal between dimensions and I interrupted them. The portal must've gone wild and grabbed you. Sorry about that." She shrugged. "I know some people who'll pull me back and we can get you two home again from there."
The guy laughed. "I'd call you a liar except this," -- he waved his hands at the alien landscape -- "is not Earth or the colonies, and glowing blue circles don't usually open in front of my targets and grab me. I'm Duo Maxwell -- I run, I hide, but I never tell a lie. You?"
"Faith." She looked at the third person.
He stared blankly back. He was younger than Duo, probably about the age Faith had been when she got Called as a Slayer, and he looked as angry and pighead stubborn as she'd been back then. Deathly pale, black hair chopped off in ragged tufts and held back by a cloth headband with a metal plate in front, black pants, black shirt with a funny red and white symbol pasted on it, and way more knives and throwing stars than any sane person needed strapped to his legs and arms. Faith vaguely remembered seeing fiery explosions from his direction during the fight, but she couldn't see any grenades. Maybe he'd used them all.
She had a sudden thought. "Hey, do you speak English?" No response. "Shit. Parlay voo fransay? Not that that would help..."
The kid bit out a phrase in some weird lilting language, and Faith groaned.
"Hey, no worries," Duo said cheerfully. "That's Japanese. Hang on and I'll explain things."
Several minutes later, Faith learned that the kid was named Uchiha Sasuke -- Sasuke being his first name and Uchiha his family, 'cause the Japanese in his world put their names the wrong way around -- and he was a ninja assassin who could do magic. The kid swore anyone could learn to use 'chakra' to blow things up and shit, but Faith didn't believe him. Then she had to stop Duo from pestering the kid into giving him lessons on starting explosions with his mind.
"Okay," she said as they sat in a circle on some handy rocks. "Sasuke's a magical ninja and he got grabbed while he was killing someone. You used to be a terrorist and fight in a giant robot, but now you're a freelance assassin and thief. And I'm a Slayer who got mystically chosen to fight vampires and demons." She drew her knife and studied the edge; there were a few nicks from the Sarguls' iron-hard claws, but it didn't need much sharpening. "I don't like this. If the portal was random, at least one of you should've been deadweight, not a fighter."
Duo translated that for Sasuke, who shrugged and said something short. "He said they might have been summoning," Duo told Faith. "Makes sense to me -- we're both pretty deadly, and we both fight for hire. I wouldn't work for demons or try to destroy somebody else's world, but they had no way to know that without grabbing me and asking."
"Fuck." That made way too much sense, and jibed with the dangerous vibes Faith was getting from these two guys. She was used to being the craziest, harshest person in the room, unless she was surrounded by vamps and had licence to kill them. She wasn't quite sure how to deal with assassins who weren't actively trying to kill her.
Play it cool, she decided. She held out her left hand and began to trim her nails with her knife. "Guess I'll have to look hard at their friends when I get home. In the meantime, anybody got a deck of cards?"
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TBC...