JGRF/Sega Superstar Tennis
Title: Becoming the Norm
Fandoms: Jet Grind Radio, Jet Set Radio Future (JGRF), Sega Superstar Tennis
Rating: T for talking about death and felling tyrants
Wordcount: 701
Summary: Beat gets a strange invitation in the mail requesting his help in defeating one Dr. Eggman, but the means of which are somewhat...unexpected.
Author Note: Due to existential circumstances, II'm forced to start this a couple days early. I hope nobody minds. Ties into my "Jet Grind Radio Future" AU. I'm attempting to make one longer story out of the drabbles I write here, but I dunno how well it'll work out. Let's see. Totally not for 40fandoms.
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"I don't know what's more strange about this whole happening." Gum leaned back against one of the massive subwoofers, crossing her ankles and counting off on her fingers as she spoke. "First, the fact that you got a letter here; how is that even possible considering that we don't have a street address or a mail box? Second, the fact that said letter is addressed exclusively to you, commending you for your excellent work in overthrowing Goji Rokkaku; last I recall, that was a bit more of a group effort."
"Look," Beat snapped from a crouching position on the floor, his green goggles pushed up onto his forehead. "I never once took credit for offing Goji. If you'll remember, it was my idea to split the glory and infamy equally amongst all ten of us."
"Third, the fact that you listened to what that letter had to say and you're actually seriously going to help this guy out!" Gum threw her arms down and scoffed. "I would'a been out of there on the first point."
"It's times like these that I'd like to point out that when you act very analytically-minded, you become about ten times hotter." Tab, slouched back in his usual perch - the faded, plaid orange-and-red couch set up in one corner of the Garage - held up one finger and grinned. "If you and I both weren't otherwise occupied, I'd bang you in an instant."
With a voice full of sweetness as sincere as Onishima's smile, Gum leaned in towards Tab and said, "I'm sure Piranha would absolutely love to hear you say that, Fuzzy."
"Watch out, man," Beat warned, chuckling. "You're skating on thin ice."
Tab smirked, holding his hands up. "I give - my apologies, fair Lady Gum."
Crossing her arms over her chest, Gum smirked and replied with, "You are forgiven, Sir Tab of Tabsington. Keeper of the Tabingworth Treasury. And all things Tablicious."
"Anyway." Beat cleared his throat and finished lacing up his skates, clambering to his feet. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and raised his eyebrows, his goggles sliding down in place over his eyes. "To answer your question, the undoubtedly weirdest part about this mess is how we're resolving this mess with this 'Dr. Eggman' guy."
Gum groaned and hung her head. "Damn, I missed one...I thought I was doing pretty good there for a while. Why, of all reasons, would a would-be world conquering dictator give up if he lost a match of tennis?"
This elicited a shrug from the redheaded gang leader, his scrawny shoulders arching. "You know how villains roll these days: very few behave traditionally enough to go against their own moral code, twisted as it may be. In any case, I'll have you know that tennis was my best sport in high school."
"Only because you had your skates on while you played it," Tab shot, his lips wriggling into another smirk. "But the way I figure, it ain't a bad thing, really. Since we got Clutch, Jazz an' Roboy in the group now, your absence won't really give us trouble on the streets."
"Exactly." Beat grinned. "Gum, you've spent a lot of time as my second in command, so you know the drill. Worst comes to worst, this is an all-expenses paid vacation to...lessee..." He fumbled around inside his pocket before withdrawing a crumpled ball of light blue paper. Unfolding it, he scrutinized the writing on the face side, before hiking an eyebrow. "Some place called the 'Green Hill Zone.' Huh. Oh, and it even says that there'll be some matches coming to Shibuya-Cho, so keep an eye out, alright?"
"Alright. But listen..." She set him with a somber gaze, her blonde bangs obscuring her vision. "You need us - if this Dr. Eggman dude turns out to be too tough - you call us in, got it? GGs don't back down from any threat, and this includes offing megalomaniacs." And with that, she extended one gloved hand out to him; he glanced down at it, smiled, and took it in his own.
"I promise. I tell ya though, if this keeps up this sorta thing is gonna become the norm for us..."
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Fandoms: Jet Grind Radio, Jet Set Radio Future (JGRF), Sega Superstar Tennis
Rating: T for talking about death and felling tyrants
Wordcount: 701
Summary: Beat gets a strange invitation in the mail requesting his help in defeating one Dr. Eggman, but the means of which are somewhat...unexpected.
Author Note: Due to existential circumstances, II'm forced to start this a couple days early. I hope nobody minds. Ties into my "Jet Grind Radio Future" AU. I'm attempting to make one longer story out of the drabbles I write here, but I dunno how well it'll work out. Let's see. Totally not for 40fandoms.
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"I don't know what's more strange about this whole happening." Gum leaned back against one of the massive subwoofers, crossing her ankles and counting off on her fingers as she spoke. "First, the fact that you got a letter here; how is that even possible considering that we don't have a street address or a mail box? Second, the fact that said letter is addressed exclusively to you, commending you for your excellent work in overthrowing Goji Rokkaku; last I recall, that was a bit more of a group effort."
"Look," Beat snapped from a crouching position on the floor, his green goggles pushed up onto his forehead. "I never once took credit for offing Goji. If you'll remember, it was my idea to split the glory and infamy equally amongst all ten of us."
"Third, the fact that you listened to what that letter had to say and you're actually seriously going to help this guy out!" Gum threw her arms down and scoffed. "I would'a been out of there on the first point."
"It's times like these that I'd like to point out that when you act very analytically-minded, you become about ten times hotter." Tab, slouched back in his usual perch - the faded, plaid orange-and-red couch set up in one corner of the Garage - held up one finger and grinned. "If you and I both weren't otherwise occupied, I'd bang you in an instant."
With a voice full of sweetness as sincere as Onishima's smile, Gum leaned in towards Tab and said, "I'm sure Piranha would absolutely love to hear you say that, Fuzzy."
"Watch out, man," Beat warned, chuckling. "You're skating on thin ice."
Tab smirked, holding his hands up. "I give - my apologies, fair Lady Gum."
Crossing her arms over her chest, Gum smirked and replied with, "You are forgiven, Sir Tab of Tabsington. Keeper of the Tabingworth Treasury. And all things Tablicious."
"Anyway." Beat cleared his throat and finished lacing up his skates, clambering to his feet. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and raised his eyebrows, his goggles sliding down in place over his eyes. "To answer your question, the undoubtedly weirdest part about this mess is how we're resolving this mess with this 'Dr. Eggman' guy."
Gum groaned and hung her head. "Damn, I missed one...I thought I was doing pretty good there for a while. Why, of all reasons, would a would-be world conquering dictator give up if he lost a match of tennis?"
This elicited a shrug from the redheaded gang leader, his scrawny shoulders arching. "You know how villains roll these days: very few behave traditionally enough to go against their own moral code, twisted as it may be. In any case, I'll have you know that tennis was my best sport in high school."
"Only because you had your skates on while you played it," Tab shot, his lips wriggling into another smirk. "But the way I figure, it ain't a bad thing, really. Since we got Clutch, Jazz an' Roboy in the group now, your absence won't really give us trouble on the streets."
"Exactly." Beat grinned. "Gum, you've spent a lot of time as my second in command, so you know the drill. Worst comes to worst, this is an all-expenses paid vacation to...lessee..." He fumbled around inside his pocket before withdrawing a crumpled ball of light blue paper. Unfolding it, he scrutinized the writing on the face side, before hiking an eyebrow. "Some place called the 'Green Hill Zone.' Huh. Oh, and it even says that there'll be some matches coming to Shibuya-Cho, so keep an eye out, alright?"
"Alright. But listen..." She set him with a somber gaze, her blonde bangs obscuring her vision. "You need us - if this Dr. Eggman dude turns out to be too tough - you call us in, got it? GGs don't back down from any threat, and this includes offing megalomaniacs." And with that, she extended one gloved hand out to him; he glanced down at it, smiled, and took it in his own.
"I promise. I tell ya though, if this keeps up this sorta thing is gonna become the norm for us..."
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