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Heaven On Earth With An Onion Slice
It starts with strange, mop-like creatures that smell of french fries setting up a boombox outside the local burger place. With a click, the boombox starts playing a song on repeat.
And then, with a burst of smoke that smells like cooked beef, appears the famous no-goodnik, THE HAMBURGLAR. Strutting inside the restaurant, he makes a dramatic flourish with his cape, declaiming grandly.
"Cheeseburger, robble robble!"
Behind him, his two Fry Guy minions skate inside, doing their best to look threatening. This is a stickup, diners! ALL YOUR BURGERS ARE BELONG TO HIM.
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Well that's rude!
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Since Hamburglar doesn't seem intent on actually hurting her, Aya's just taking more pictures from up here.
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You have a point, madame.
Aya is shifted about a bit as the Hamburglar mugs for the camera.
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The words come from a blonde woman in a golden domino mask, cracking her knuckles.
"Why don't you quit while you're ahead? I don't have a beef with you!"
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"You're outnumbered. Put her down and give it up."
No mask on this one but surely the odd amber eyes, and cat ears atop her head cover up any possible connection to any civilian. After all, the girl very obviously isn't even human.
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"Cheeseburger."
Apparently Aya gets to eat her burger in return for the photos.
And then the Fry Guys launch themselves at the heroines in flying kicks. With roller skates.
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Now that the immediate peril is away from her, food can wait. As soon as Hamburglar's eyes are off her, Aya goes immediately back to taking as many photos of the impending battle as possible. Especially of the dark one with the withering glare.
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Ah. So much for outnumbering him.
She reaches back, taking hold of Gambol Shroud's hilt and blurs. The Fry Guy's strike only hits a Shadow as Blake suddenly spins gracefully through the air above it... and swings the weapon downward to whack the Guy with the blunt edge.
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"So, what's your story, Beef Thief?" she said, as she threw her punches. "Do you have some sorta freudian obsession with hamburgers?"
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Instead, he'll just hurl a few Mayo Grenades at the heroic duo.
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Yang blinked as the grenades exploded, sending condiments spraying through the air. She brought up her gauntlets to defend... only for the mayo to end up splattering all over her.
Including in her hair.
Slowly, Yang lowered her arms, revealing her wrathful expression...
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LAAAAAAATE
Oh.
With Yang leading the charge... maybe a little too much. Blake slips backward, watching the scene from a distance and waiting to intervene when the opportunity unfolded.
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As she ran, a golden of fire streak followed behind her...