the ass-kicking battle meme

[khanning]

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

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.

Comments

Sebastian Moran | BBC Sherlock (unofficial)

[the_urban_tiger]

[sebastian]

( All right with playing against an AU D'Urbervilles Moran? c: If so, I'd be happy to start. )

[the_urban_tiger]

(As someone who takes influence from D'Ubervilles, good choice! And I would absolutely love to.)

o7

[sebastian]

[ So that didn't go as planned at all. It would have gone a lot better if Moriarty had just fucking told Moran he wasn't going to a business meeting, but instead paying a visit to the bloody Alamo. Khyber Pass all over again, this was. The second he'd shown up at the warehouse, dressed to the nines in his finest suit by his boss' recommendation (read: demands), the men had pulled out their guns and started shooting. Bit rude in Moran's opinion, though it got the blood going and Moran couldn't really complain too much about the excitement.

He'd managed to pot one of them between the eyes before the hail of bullets nicked him in the shoulder. The right shoulder. And while Moran was fairly competent gunslinging left-handed, he wasn't sure 'fairly competent' was going to cut it in this situation. So scrambling out to the mouth of the warehouse it was, reloading his gun in the process.

Now hugging the outside wall of the warehouse, the Colonel took note of a clean-shaven but certainly not clean-cut bloke ambling to the warehouse. Even offered a smile, despite everything. ]

Nice day for a walk, ain't it? [ As ever, the moron feels the need to tempt fate, so Moran steals a glimpse inside the warehouse, head craning: ] Little overcast- [ -whipping his head back as a bullet whizzes past his face- ] -light drizzle, perfect daydreaming weather.

Going to enjoy a nice, long, quiet walk a lot more than you're going to enjoy wandering off in there, chum. [ Motioning with his head to the warehouse, lips split at the edges into a grin: ] Think they're a bit too angry to have tea with right now. Might want to think about leaving a message and trying again later.

[ Not that it even occurs to him this man could possibly be one of them and have every intention to shoot him, but he's got his fingers curled around his L9A1 and he's damned certain he can take down one measly bloke, even left-handed. He keeps the gun trained on his current (and perhaps entirely unwilling) conversation partner, waiting for the gunshots to cease. ]