Post by Verasque on Oct 9, 2009 9:28:01 GMT 10
Title: Brave New World
Rating: PG
Prompt: #12 Behind Closed Doors
Summary: Roger was starting to see the positive side to entering that portal, when he heard a screeching noise that would have killed his cousin easily and saved him all the hassle. Crossover!fic.
Roger of Conte, Sorceror Duke and direct nephew of the King of Tortall, kept his body alert as he surveyed every inch of his new surroundings. There were tall alien buildings everywhere, with ladies exposing indecent amounts of skin on moving colossal pictures, and monstrous machines hurtling past while their riders yelled at him to “Get the Hell off the road, freak”.
His newly commissioned red sparkly breeches seemed to daze them; he noticed (somewhat smugly) amidst the chaos that everyone—male and female, and even those funny looking ones in between—were giving him hungry looks. Roger was starting to see the positive side to entering that portal, when he heard a screeching noise that would have killed his cousin easily and saved him all the hassle.
“Nooooo fair!” the source of the terrible noise whined, and Roger spun around. “Your rod looks better than mine!”
Roger opened his mouth to speak, but the tiny blonde girl with the most ridiculous looking hair he had ever seen in his entire life interrupted him. “Anyway,” she continued and then pointed her pink and white sparkly rod at him, “Stop right there! I am Sailor Moon, the champion of justice. In the name of the Moon, I will right wrong and triumph over evil… and that means you!”
Sailor Moon? Roger thought. The poor brainless fool must be Scanran.
Rating: PG
Prompt: #12 Behind Closed Doors
Summary: Roger was starting to see the positive side to entering that portal, when he heard a screeching noise that would have killed his cousin easily and saved him all the hassle. Crossover!fic.
Roger of Conte, Sorceror Duke and direct nephew of the King of Tortall, kept his body alert as he surveyed every inch of his new surroundings. There were tall alien buildings everywhere, with ladies exposing indecent amounts of skin on moving colossal pictures, and monstrous machines hurtling past while their riders yelled at him to “Get the Hell off the road, freak”.
His newly commissioned red sparkly breeches seemed to daze them; he noticed (somewhat smugly) amidst the chaos that everyone—male and female, and even those funny looking ones in between—were giving him hungry looks. Roger was starting to see the positive side to entering that portal, when he heard a screeching noise that would have killed his cousin easily and saved him all the hassle.
“Nooooo fair!” the source of the terrible noise whined, and Roger spun around. “Your rod looks better than mine!”
Roger opened his mouth to speak, but the tiny blonde girl with the most ridiculous looking hair he had ever seen in his entire life interrupted him. “Anyway,” she continued and then pointed her pink and white sparkly rod at him, “Stop right there! I am Sailor Moon, the champion of justice. In the name of the Moon, I will right wrong and triumph over evil… and that means you!”
Sailor Moon? Roger thought. The poor brainless fool must be Scanran.
I think you broke my brain! ;D
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!