Gift!Fic for Falcon: The Battle
Title: The Battle
Characters: Linkara, Harvey Finevoice, 90s Kid, Ninja Style Dancer, Iron Liz.
Summary: Snowball fights are Serious Business.
Rating: G!
Author’s Note: Gift!fic for falconwhitaker . :D Prompt: SNOWBALL FIGHT WAR BETWEEN LINKARA, HARVEY FINEVOICE, 90'S KID AND NINJA STYLE DANCER :D RIDICULOUSLY SERIOUS AND DRAMATIC, LIKE REAL WAR
ONLY WITH SNOW
Hope you like it, dear! :)
Linkara, comic reviewer extraordinaire, was feeling grim. Things weren’t looking good- Harvey Finevoice had been struck down a few yards away five minutes ago, and Linkara hadn’t seen him since. The man took a deep breath and peered around his shelter, absentmindedly pulling a scarf up against the chill as he did so.
Okay, things looked bad now, but it had been quiet for almost a whole minute. Was it possible that the enemy was retreating--?
WHAM.
Something slammed into the wall next to him. The debris from the missile flew everywhere, and Linkara wasn’t fast enough to avoid some getting on his cheek. He winced and wiped it off. From his close position behind the shelter, he could feel more than see more missiles burying themseles in the wall with more thumps. Pieces of the protective wall were falling down already- if the heavy fire continued for much longer, he’d have to find new cover.
Damn it, Linkara though grimly, where’s Harvey? He’s supposed to be backing me up, here!
A few more bits of the wall fell to the ground next to him. Okay, hiding until the enemy ran out of fuel wasn’t working because of an apparently endless supply, so screw that plan.
“Dude, you’re like, totally outgunned!” Someone called. “Just give it up already, man!”
Linkara grabbed one of his own weapons and hurled it over the wall, hopefully in the direction of the voice. Really, the last thing he needed was the enemy taunting him! The kid was even trying to imitate his Patton voice, but nobody could do Patton like Linkara--
A huge whump, and Linkara hastily rolled back to avoid the remains of the wall crashing down on him. Oh, that was just cheating!
“90S KID, NO ICE BALLS.” He hollered. He’d told the kid about this beforehand, even!
“But Harvey was throwing them!” Was the indignant reply.
“HE ALMOST HIT ME FIRST!” The singer retorted from somewhere else in the yard. 90s Kid’s response came in the form of more bickering and throwing of snowballs, presumably without any ice this time.
Linkara rolled his eyes, but at least it was keeping 90s Kid distracted. The comic reviewer snuck over to another nearby wall, moving what was left of his snowball supply with him. Okay, from here he’d be able to hit 90s Kid easily, and if Harvey kept up that volley they might be able to actually bury the kid. He hefted another snowball and peered around the side of the wall carefully.
Linkara then dropped the snowball.
This was due to the sudden snow down his back, you see.
“NOOOOOOOO! COLD COLD COLD COLD COLD!” He shimmied frantically in the snow, trying to simultaniously get the snow out of his clothes and twist around to see who’d done it. This was rather difficult, because part of the wall then shifted over and sat on him. Linkara looked up to see Ninja Style Dancer, dressed in white and with another handful of snow. The other hand held up a cue card.
Give up? it read. The ninja flipped the card over. I can do this all day, you know.
Linkara glanced helplessly over at Harvey and 90s Kid, ready to call for the singer’s help, only to see him swearing profusely at the kid and dusting his back off frantically.
“Dammit, this was a new suit!”
“Why the heck are you even wearing a suit in a snowball fight, dude?” Linkara heard 90s Kid ask in confusion.
“In case the dames join in, of course. Gotta look good at all times. Though it doesn’t do any good now that you’ve got water stains all over the thing!”
Ninja Style Dancer poked Linkara’s back impatiantly and waved the first half of the cue card in the reviewer’s face. Give up? he repeated.
Linkara sighed. “Alright, fine. You win.”
------
Iron Liz eyed the group fondly as they trooped inside. They were wet and bedraggled and tracking snow all over the new floor, but they were happy. Boys.
She shooed the guys off to the kitchen, where cocoa with whipped cream and/or marshmallows was waiting, but held Linkara back for a moment. “You guys put up a great fight, but it looks like the ninja wins again, eh?”
“Pfft!” Linkara scoffed. “It’s only early December! They might have won the battle, but we’ll win the war!”
Characters: Linkara, Harvey Finevoice, 90s Kid, Ninja Style Dancer, Iron Liz.
Summary: Snowball fights are Serious Business.
Rating: G!
Author’s Note: Gift!fic for falconwhitaker . :D Prompt: SNOWBALL FIGHT WAR BETWEEN LINKARA, HARVEY FINEVOICE, 90'S KID AND NINJA STYLE DANCER :D RIDICULOUSLY SERIOUS AND DRAMATIC, LIKE REAL WAR
ONLY WITH SNOW
Hope you like it, dear! :)
Linkara, comic reviewer extraordinaire, was feeling grim. Things weren’t looking good- Harvey Finevoice had been struck down a few yards away five minutes ago, and Linkara hadn’t seen him since. The man took a deep breath and peered around his shelter, absentmindedly pulling a scarf up against the chill as he did so.
Okay, things looked bad now, but it had been quiet for almost a whole minute. Was it possible that the enemy was retreating--?
WHAM.
Something slammed into the wall next to him. The debris from the missile flew everywhere, and Linkara wasn’t fast enough to avoid some getting on his cheek. He winced and wiped it off. From his close position behind the shelter, he could feel more than see more missiles burying themseles in the wall with more thumps. Pieces of the protective wall were falling down already- if the heavy fire continued for much longer, he’d have to find new cover.
Damn it, Linkara though grimly, where’s Harvey? He’s supposed to be backing me up, here!
A few more bits of the wall fell to the ground next to him. Okay, hiding until the enemy ran out of fuel wasn’t working because of an apparently endless supply, so screw that plan.
“Dude, you’re like, totally outgunned!” Someone called. “Just give it up already, man!”
Linkara grabbed one of his own weapons and hurled it over the wall, hopefully in the direction of the voice. Really, the last thing he needed was the enemy taunting him! The kid was even trying to imitate his Patton voice, but nobody could do Patton like Linkara--
A huge whump, and Linkara hastily rolled back to avoid the remains of the wall crashing down on him. Oh, that was just cheating!
“90S KID, NO ICE BALLS.” He hollered. He’d told the kid about this beforehand, even!
“But Harvey was throwing them!” Was the indignant reply.
“HE ALMOST HIT ME FIRST!” The singer retorted from somewhere else in the yard. 90s Kid’s response came in the form of more bickering and throwing of snowballs, presumably without any ice this time.
Linkara rolled his eyes, but at least it was keeping 90s Kid distracted. The comic reviewer snuck over to another nearby wall, moving what was left of his snowball supply with him. Okay, from here he’d be able to hit 90s Kid easily, and if Harvey kept up that volley they might be able to actually bury the kid. He hefted another snowball and peered around the side of the wall carefully.
Linkara then dropped the snowball.
This was due to the sudden snow down his back, you see.
“NOOOOOOOO! COLD COLD COLD COLD COLD!” He shimmied frantically in the snow, trying to simultaniously get the snow out of his clothes and twist around to see who’d done it. This was rather difficult, because part of the wall then shifted over and sat on him. Linkara looked up to see Ninja Style Dancer, dressed in white and with another handful of snow. The other hand held up a cue card.
Give up? it read. The ninja flipped the card over. I can do this all day, you know.
Linkara glanced helplessly over at Harvey and 90s Kid, ready to call for the singer’s help, only to see him swearing profusely at the kid and dusting his back off frantically.
“Dammit, this was a new suit!”
“Why the heck are you even wearing a suit in a snowball fight, dude?” Linkara heard 90s Kid ask in confusion.
“In case the dames join in, of course. Gotta look good at all times. Though it doesn’t do any good now that you’ve got water stains all over the thing!”
Ninja Style Dancer poked Linkara’s back impatiantly and waved the first half of the cue card in the reviewer’s face. Give up? he repeated.
Linkara sighed. “Alright, fine. You win.”
------
Iron Liz eyed the group fondly as they trooped inside. They were wet and bedraggled and tracking snow all over the new floor, but they were happy. Boys.
She shooed the guys off to the kitchen, where cocoa with whipped cream and/or marshmallows was waiting, but held Linkara back for a moment. “You guys put up a great fight, but it looks like the ninja wins again, eh?”
“Pfft!” Linkara scoffed. “It’s only early December! They might have won the battle, but we’ll win the war!”