A Cold World
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chaoscheebs). Message 2: It's really damn fun writing about the Babylon Rogues. Really. It is! Message 3: I really had too much fun writing this. I really did. So here we are, better late than never, BR Ficlet~! And man, was "Sonic Riders" a hard game. *whimper*
Title: A Cold World
Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog (Sonic Riders)
Genre: Humor
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
Ships: None.
Finished: Yes
“JET! Wake UP! I’m not going to tell you again!”
The purple swallow thrown her hands down, seething as the wrench burned in her fist.
“Come on, Storm.” She sighed. “There won’t be any more warnings.”
Storm was already awake, of course. In a stumble to position his gear board, the snow-gray albatross pulled the goggles over his head, running to Wave and standing stiff like a nail as if he were a soldier in boot camp addressing his colonel. Just in time to avoid another lecture.
“Where’s Jet?” Her arms were crossed, eyes leering casually for the expected answer.
“Um, uh… he’s still not up.” Storm swerved nervously as his beady little eyes sought for the green hawk. But there was no four-leaf-clover. Of course.
“It figures.” An act of small mercy was that Wave was exceptionally calm. However, her voice laden with a cool danger, though thankfully none of it was directed at Storm. “Listen, I’ll take care of Jet. You go over to the kitchen and pop up some toast, okay?”
“Bu—But Wave! Again!?”
“Yes, again! Just live with it, okay? It’s better than the bowls of pencil-shavings we’ve been having for breakfast. Now, if you excuse me, Jet’s still not up…”
~
As much he disagreed with the purple swallow (as usual), he had to accept it was true about the breakfast bit. The albatross sighed and poured himself a glass of orange juice, thankful he didn’t have to pull out the skim milk for soggy Corn Flakes again. Even then, when all they had was margarine, morning meals were just as bland as ever. Storm took a bite of the spread toast, a light scowl forming on his beak. “Fake icky butter stuff” was right. No wonder Jet refused to touch it.
There was a parrot-like shriek and a squeal of laughter, the gray albatross nearly knocking over his glass in surprise. There were cries of “I’M UP! I’M UP!”, followed by a high-pitched scream and a malicious feminine cackle. Storm didn’t have to wait for Wave to know what happened. He shuddered, swallowing the bitter toast with margarine in a terrified gulp. It had happened before, and he took it through personal experience himself. Last warning… she ALWAYS meant what she said.
The mere threat of Wave with a bucket of ice water sent fear to every worthy Babylon Rogue’s heart.
chaoscheebs). Message 2: It's really damn fun writing about the Babylon Rogues. Really. It is! Message 3: I really had too much fun writing this. I really did. So here we are, better late than never, BR Ficlet~! Title: A Cold World
Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog (Sonic Riders)
Genre: Humor
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
Ships: None.
Finished: Yes
“JET! Wake UP! I’m not going to tell you again!”
The purple swallow thrown her hands down, seething as the wrench burned in her fist.
“Come on, Storm.” She sighed. “There won’t be any more warnings.”
Storm was already awake, of course. In a stumble to position his gear board, the snow-gray albatross pulled the goggles over his head, running to Wave and standing stiff like a nail as if he were a soldier in boot camp addressing his colonel. Just in time to avoid another lecture.
“Where’s Jet?” Her arms were crossed, eyes leering casually for the expected answer.
“Um, uh… he’s still not up.” Storm swerved nervously as his beady little eyes sought for the green hawk. But there was no four-leaf-clover. Of course.
“It figures.” An act of small mercy was that Wave was exceptionally calm. However, her voice laden with a cool danger, though thankfully none of it was directed at Storm. “Listen, I’ll take care of Jet. You go over to the kitchen and pop up some toast, okay?”
“Bu—But Wave! Again!?”
“Yes, again! Just live with it, okay? It’s better than the bowls of pencil-shavings we’ve been having for breakfast. Now, if you excuse me, Jet’s still not up…”
~
As much he disagreed with the purple swallow (as usual), he had to accept it was true about the breakfast bit. The albatross sighed and poured himself a glass of orange juice, thankful he didn’t have to pull out the skim milk for soggy Corn Flakes again. Even then, when all they had was margarine, morning meals were just as bland as ever. Storm took a bite of the spread toast, a light scowl forming on his beak. “Fake icky butter stuff” was right. No wonder Jet refused to touch it.
There was a parrot-like shriek and a squeal of laughter, the gray albatross nearly knocking over his glass in surprise. There were cries of “I’M UP! I’M UP!”, followed by a high-pitched scream and a malicious feminine cackle. Storm didn’t have to wait for Wave to know what happened. He shuddered, swallowing the bitter toast with margarine in a terrified gulp. It had happened before, and he took it through personal experience himself. Last warning… she ALWAYS meant what she said.
The mere threat of Wave with a bucket of ice water sent fear to every worthy Babylon Rogue’s heart.
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Date: 2006-05-21 05:38 am (UTC)instead of being turned at adorable fluffy kid geniuses!no subject
Date: 2006-05-21 02:41 pm (UTC)Tails abuse = BAD. T______TGlad you liked~! ;D