bakerstreet | the ASS KICKING battle meme

the ASS KICKING battle meme

{ the ass-kicking battle meme }
because, let's face it-- it's what most of our characters do as their 9 to 5.

rules:

post with your character's name & series in the title. any preferences or notes to other players go here too.
tag around using the RNG, or feel free to make up your own scenario if you already have an ass-kicking prompt in mind.
kick ass and take names.

{ i. PRE-ASS-KICKING. }

1. GEAR UP. Can't fight a battle without the proper equipment, right? You're doing whatever you need to protect yourself from the enemy. Charging up mana. Strapping ammo to yourself. All in a day's work.

2. BATTLE ROOM. You can't just storm in there unless you want to get yourself riddled with bullet-holes-- so you've gotta plan how to down the enemy, and fast. Maps, floor plans, elaborate attack strategies.

3. PEP-TALK. All soldiers need it before going into battle. Fighting the end boss? Going up against an old friend? Better raise that morale of that pal of yours. Maybe they're nervous.

4. LAST GOODBYE. You know it's a lost cause. Say what you need to before you head out there.

{ ii. ASS-KICKING TIME. }

5. STAKEOUT. You and your buddy have been waiting for the target to appear for some time, whether you're cramped in a loft with sniper rifles or at a bar undercover with a pistol strapped to your thigh.

6. INFILTRATION. Whether you're navigating your way through hi-tech laser security systems, avoiding trip wires and empty can noise traps or sneaking into the enemy's lair in the dark, you're a pro at infiltration. I hope.

7. UNDER FIRE. From whatever common enemy or beast you pissed off, they're after you, teeth flashing or guns blazing. Better think quick.

8. SUDDENLY, UNARMED. Whatever weapon you use has been deactivated, knocked out of reach or broken. Ensue amazing karate skills.

9. MAN DOWN. You've been downed in battle by whatever you're fighting. Let's hope you're just unconscious and that your comrades are gonna avenge you.

{ iii. POST-ASS-KICKING. }

10. CELEBRATE. The boss is dead, the world is saved. Pop open that bottle of bubbly, will you?

11. HEAL UP. Whatever you fought is dead, but it sure did tear you a new one before it went down. Time for some first aid.

12. REFLECT. What's changed, now that the battle is over? Is the battle ever really over?

13. MOURN. You lost some good guys back there-- nothing's going to change that. You better come to terms with it before it consumes you.

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Stephen was a good shot but his strength was on the ground. However, he could handle laying on the rooftop in wait for the target to come out. They didn't have an exact time, it could be hours or a few minutes, they just had to be vigilant. He had command of the gun and had given Kyle the binoculars, but he hated that he had to drag Kyle into this. The only problem was, it was Kyle who knew what the target looked like.

"As soon as he goes down, I want you to run," Stephen said, looking down the scope at the door. "I'll be right behind you." He had to pack up the gun first and head down from the roof as if nothing had just happened. He was wearing jeans and a jacket instead of one of his nice suits. A little easier to blend in that way.

Kyle had wanted to know what Stephen's job was like, but he'd never expected to get a front row seat. He had no idea how long they'd been crouched on that rooftop, but he was starting to feel stiff all over, and not in a good way. He rolled his head, popping his neck a little, then peered through the binoculars, looking for any kind of movement in the building across the street.

He lowered the binoculars, glancing at Stephen and smiling softly. "Yeah, okay, no problem. Trust me, I'm looking forward to getting off this roof."

He never would've guessed that he'd be the one with valuable information, but it turned out that Stephen's target had been a regular client of Kyle's.

Kyle couldn't help but grin as he glanced at Stephen, his eyes traveling downward to those jeans. God, he loved seeing his lover in jeans.

"At least it's not raining." He'd been through that before and it was decidedly not fun. But no one would expect a roof sniper in the rain, right? Everyone rushing around. No, today was a bit chilly but not bad.

Stephen moved his shoulders around, stretching them out before he looked back through the scope. They only had one shot when the time came. But he could feel Kyle looking at him and he glanced at him out of the corner of his other eye, smiling a little. "Seeing something you like, darling?" They have to keep entertained somehow, don't they?

Kyle couldn't even imagine being out on the rooftop in the rain. He hated being wet for any length of time, hated the feel of soggy clothes clinging to his skin, so he was grateful it was just chilly. Chilly he could leave with, chilly was easy to combat.

His grin widened when Stephen acknowledged his staring, and he nodded. "Oh, I'm seeing a whole lot of something I like. Can't wait to see more."

He'd never had sex on a rooftop before, and the anticipation of the moment had his blood flowing hot. They were supposed to be on a mission though, and he didn't want to cause Stephen to miss his shot. Maybe afterwards though...

"So, this guy," he said, trying to jerk himself out of inappropriate thoughts, "he's, what, a spy? I never would've guessed. He was always so...nervous when he was with me."

Rooftop sex, now that could be something they could arrange later, just not now, not on this rooftop. Even when he was done, they'd have to make a fast escape. Stephen kept his hands still on the rifle but shifted his legs a little, just to keep the blood flowing, and gave an amused sounding hum in response. "Keep on thinking about what you'd like to do with that when we're done too."

That didn't help much with the inappropriate thoughts but it gave them something to look forward to at least. He gazed through the scope again. "I don't think I should tell you actually. The less you know, the better. It's bad enough that you know what he looks like."

"Oh, trust me, keeping on thinking about what I'd like to do is not going to be a problem," Kyle said. He wrinkled his nose a little. "You know, I can handle more than you think. He's always been nice to me."

He straightened up as the door opened across the street, and he peered through the binoculars to get a better look at the man's face. He swallowed hard, recognizing that distinctive bump in the man's nose.

"Get ready, Stephen. He's leaving the building now," he said.

"Unfortunately it's not about what you can handle, it's about your safety," Stephen replied. Kyle was in danger by knowing him sometimes and Stephen wouldn't make him any more of a target. "It's my job to protect you too."

As soon as he saw Kyle move, he leaned forward to focus through the scope and laid his finger against the trigger to be prepared. "Dark jacket, big nose?" he asked, following the man with the scope of his gun. "Go. I want you to the stairs before I even take the shot."

Kyle felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise as he watched Stephen lean in to prepare to make the shot. It was the first real glimpse of just how deadly his lover could be, and there was a flicker of terror, but the bulk of his emotions registered somewhere around arousal. Stephen was a predator, a fierce, strong fighter, and that just spoke to some primal part of Kyle.

Stephen's voice shook shook him out of his inner musings, and he nodded. "Yeah, that's him." He hesitated, wanting to say more but not sure what, and he offered a weak "Good luck?" before scooting away. He got to his feet, crouching low so as not to draw attention to their vantage point, and made his way to the stairs. Stephen had already briefed him on where to go, and after one last look thrown over his shoulder at his lover, he headed down the stairs, body thrumming with adrenaline.

Once Kyle was out of his earshot, and he couldn't hear him moving around anymore, Stephen pulled the trigger. It was a clean shot to the head and he confirmed that the man was down before he pulled the silencer off of the barrel of the gun and stripped it down to put it back in the bag along with the mats they'd been laying on. Then he headed for the stairs too, taking them down quickly and dropping the bag off in a trashcan nearby for someone to pick up.

By the time he rounded the corner to the other street, the police were only just being called by the passers by and people were still running around in panic. Stephen came up beside Kyle, slipping his arm through his lovers and walking next to his side, offering him a smile. "You did well. Now we just breathe and walk to the car."

Once he'd reached street level, Kyle had shoved his hands into his jacket pockets and headed down the street, wanting to put as much distance as possible between him and the crime scene. He tried not to dwell on the fact that he'd helped Stephen kill a man; he hadn't pulled the trigger, after all, and Stephen had inescapable orders to shoot the man. Whatever he'd done, it must've been awful, and Kyle blew out a soft breath, trying to expel his guilt at having pointed out what J- what the man looked like. He frowned, shaking his head; he'd been making an effort all throughout the mission not to refer to him by name, knowing that it would only make him feel worse.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when an arm skimmed across his, but he relaxed as he recognized Stephen. "Thank you." He licked his lips. "I know you don't want to tell me the specific details of the mission, but just tell me that he was scum, okay?"

He wasn't sure if it would alleviate his guilt or make it worse, but he needed some kind of closure.

Maybe it would occur to him later, but Stephen was used to his job and Kyle wasn't. It wasn't that he had become desensitized to death. Stephen wouldn't take assignments blindly or take unnecessary risks or casualties. He was just able to do it--he was one of those people who came by it easier than others. And he also wasn't so naive as not to know what that said about him. He was still human though, he was capable of love and Kyle was proof of that.

However, the smile that Stephen gave Kyle might have come a little too easy as he squeezed his arm in reassurance. "He was not a good man. I don't expect you to forget everything you knew about him or even try to justify it with that, but there was a lot you didn't know about him, and a lot you shouldn't know." He drew in a breath and lifted his chin up a little. "It was necessary. Thank you for your help, I know that wasn't easy."

It unnerved Kyle just a little, how easily Stephen could smile after what he'd just done, but he supposed that was all part of what made Stephen so very good at his job. He didn't think that he could have the guts to do it, and he was grateful that he wasn't in that position.

He trusted Stephen though, and if he said the guy wasn't a good man, then Kyle believed him. After all, he had some experience with people hiding their true natures, and he drew in a breath, letting it out in a slow sigh. "You're welcome. I'm glad I was able to help."

It wasn't easy, no, and it might take him a day or two to stop thinking about it, but he was certain he'd be okay. Stephen's presence would help.

He forced a brighter smile onto his face and looped his arm around Stephen's. "So, is that it? Do I have you to myself now?"

It was what made him good at his job. It wasn't that Stephen wasn't effected. Certainly he knew what he was doing and it had taken him time to get where he was. But people like him existed because not everyone could do a job like this.

He was glad Kyle trusted him though and certainly he didn't want Kyle to have to be in this position again. It was better that he didn't see it. At least, if he needed to, he could pretend it didn't happen. Or however he needed to cope with it.

"Yes, you do." Though he hoped that Kyle would want to do something with him now, that it hadn't turned him off. "The rest of the day is yours."

Kyle smiled softly and leaned into Stephen a little as they walked along the sidewalk. "Then I think we should play tourist. Hit all the cheesy stops that you know are just after your money."

He squeezed Stephen's hand. "What do you say?"

That should get his mind off things, right?

Stephen just smiled back at him. They looked like a couple very much in love, not one having just assassinated a man one block over.

"Playing tourist, I like it." It would be a good distraction and it would get them seen by others, help to provide some cover otherwise. Not that his cover wasn't solid. Stephen was even more careful when it involved Kyle.

"Where should we go first?"

Kyle smiled, feeling strangely calmer than he had when he'd been waiting for Stephen to catch up to him, and he slid his arm around Stephen's waist, acting more casual.

"Well, in honor of your British heritage, I think we should go to the Castle Walk Shops inside of Excalibur," he said, his smile turning to a mischievous grin. "It's not just clothes and collectibles, they even have a live jousting event and midway games and rides. It's really kinda fun."

"So we can go on a medieval journey then? I like the sound of that. I don't get to play tourist very often." Stephen really would have gone anywhere Kyle suggested, but it did actually sound like fun and he didn't get to go to places like that and actually enjoy himself very often.

He was glad that Kyle seemed more relaxed though. He could let it all go but he still worried about Kyle, what impact it might have on him. It was good that they could make it memorable otherwise.

Kyle let out a light laugh and nodded. "It might be a little hokier than you're used to, but the cheese factor is just part of what makes Vegas fun."

He grinned and stepped to the edge of the curb, lifting his arm to flag down a cab. "Good thing you met me then, huh?" he teased as he glanced at Stephen. "I can help you play tourist a lot."

"I can stand a little more cheese factor in my life." Especially considering what they just did. It didn't have much of a toll on Stephen anymore, but for Kyle's part.. it was good. But it was true too, he didn't get to see the fun part very often and he wanted to have good memories of the trip, not just what he'd come there to do. Even as good as Kyle looked laying next to him on that roof.

"It is a good thing that I met you." He kissed Kyle's cheek. "Thank you for showing me the sights. I like doing this a lot more with you."

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the ASS KICKING battle meme

Kyle Aspen | OC | OTA

>_> I re-rolled. They've had enough angst. 5.

\o/ that sounds good to me!

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