Backie Days Start Tomorrow!
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crossover_chickYup, the grand BTTF days! I was going to watch the appropriate day in the movie each day this year, buuut -- well -- November 12th, the busiest day, falls on a Monday, which is going to be a long day for me class-wise. (I had to take an afternoon/evening class, because it's a course I've got to take and that's pretty much the only time the offered it.) So we'll be doing the usual "watch the movie sometime during the week" dealie-o. I'm thinking either Labor Day (the 3rd) or this upcoming Friday (the 7th). One of those.
Anyway, let's start off September right -- I promised you Sins & Virtues, and Sins & Virtues you shall have! Here's our first sin: Gluttony
1. Gluttony
Fandom: Bioshock
The Splicers came out of the woodwork almost the moment her needle pierced the skin of the corpse, as they always seemed to. He wasn’t sure why – did they stalk anyone with a needle? Could they somehow smell the ADAM being gathered? Big Brother didn’t know, and didn’t really care. His job was to protect the Sister while she gathered, not contemplate the reasons behind why the Splicers chose these times to attack.
He watched the group over the rim of his collar. Like almost every other Splicer before them, they regarded his Sister with confusion. “Is – is that a Big Sister?” one asked his compatriots out of the side of a ruined mouth.
“Can’t be – I’ve never seen one outside of their suits,” another with huge fleshy tumors all over his hands said. Noticing Big Brother, the fellow added, “Or a Big Daddy without a helmet.”
“He looks like a reject,” a woman with half her face practically melting off her skull declared, pushing forward. “We’re wasting time! Can’t you smell it? Can’t you practically TASTE it? ADAM! ADAM for the taking!” She rushed forward, swinging a length of pipe over her head. The others followed, readying their own weapons.
The programming in Big Brother’s head promptly snarled at him to ELIMINATE THE THREAT. He obeyed, raising his hand and blasting the nearest two with Winter Blast. They froze instantaneously, bodies locked in ice. A swing of his drill shattered the corpses. The Splicer with the ruined mouth tried to leap on him – he drove his drill into the man’s gut, ignoring his screams as it tore through flesh and bone. He flung the limp body aside before setting the Splicer with the tumors on fire. The fleshy man wailed in pain and ran off in another direction – feeling certain he wouldn’t return, Big Brother let him go and scanned the area for any remaining threats.
The woman had managed to slip by him, and was trying to wrest the needle from his Sister’s – Alice’s – hands. “Give me that ADAM, girl!” she shrieked, her remaining eye wild. “I need it! I need it now!”
Alice glared at her, then released the needle. The woman cackled in triumph for a moment – then fell silent forever as his Sister’s knife slashed through her throat. “Rude,” Alice informed the corpse, reclaiming her needle. “Didn’t your parents ever teach you table manners?”
Big Brother rumbled and put a hand on her shoulder. Alice looked up at him with a smile. “Thank you for the support,” she said, then lifted her needle to her mouth and drank from the collection tube. “Not as good as cake, but it’ll do,” she said, wiping her mouth. “Would you like some? I’m sure you’re running low on meta-essence after that scrap.”
Big Brother nodded. She passed over the needle, and he tilted his head up and took a drink. The taste was awful, but the rush of energy it shot through his limbs, making his fingers tingle with the power to freeze, burn, and do a million other things just with his mind. . .oh yes, he could understand why the Splicers craved this so much. This was easy to get addicted to. He licked his lips, then returned her needle. Glancing down at the corpses, he murmured a question.
She shook her head. “I think we’ve done enough gathering for the moment – I’m tired of dealing with the Ruins.” She took his hand and began leading him along, smirking. “I think I’d rather see if you can convince another vending machine to give us all its creme-filled cakes.”
Big Brother chuckled as he followed her down the hallway. Yes, she was older than the Sisters he’d been told to protect. In fact, judging by the things the Splicers said, she was of a breed he should really be afraid of. But he didn’t care in the slightest.
She was the best Sister he could ever ask for.
-TTV: O.O-
-M: Wow, you -- you start off -- violent.-
That's Bioshock for you. This one's more or less courtesy of a friend on tumblr, who got "Bioshock 2" and started talking about Victor being a Big Daddy figure called a "Big Brother." To the point of drawing art of it. I got interested in the fandom, and we did a little RP thing where her character Alia was Victor's Little Sister, and they wandered around Rapture having adventures.
-HD: *raised eyebrow* And this got transferred to Alice how?-
Oh, that wasn't my idea either. Turns out people already liked the idea of throwing Alice into Little Sister dresses. So I took that idea, combined it with Victor as the Big Brother, and ran with it. In this verse, Victor's a sort of failed prototype for a new kind of Big Daddy who escaped "decommissioning," while Alice was a failed version of a catatonic Little Sister (her family died in this world too, and the woman responsible for the Sisters got control of her to test if the Sisters had to be awake and mobile to produce sufficient ADAM) who woke up as a Big Sister of sorts and managed to figure out gathering and suchlike on her own. As we'll see in the "Hope" story, which is about how Alice and Victor met, rather than having proper Little Sister conditioning, she's got her Wonderland hallucinations on. The Splicers are Ruins, ADAM is meta-essence, and so on and so forth.
-TTV: This is such a s-strange idea. And me as a -- I d-don't l-like it. . .-
*pats* Part of my head-story for this pair is that they eventually get him out of the suit, and both he and Alice are rehabilitated enough to rejoin society up top. I imagine them escaping with Eleanor and Delta in "Bioshock 2."
-TTV: B-but -- his h-hand --
Oh! That's just a drill ATTACHMENT. He's still got a hand underneath. It goes over it.
-TTV: Oh good. . .-
Yeah, no worries, bud. That version of you can still play piano.
So yeah -- this is Victor and Alice in the hell that is Rapture. At least they've got each other? Even if one's kind of a slave to his programming and the other's insane? (Though if anyone's actually SANE down there. . .)
Hope you enjoyed that -- though I don't know how many of you know the fandom. (Slacker should hopefully like it, at least.) The matching virtue will be up in a little while -- that one's a Scott Pilgrim transfer. Thanks again for this idea, Moose!
Anyway, let's start off September right -- I promised you Sins & Virtues, and Sins & Virtues you shall have! Here's our first sin: Gluttony
1. Gluttony
Fandom: Bioshock
The Splicers came out of the woodwork almost the moment her needle pierced the skin of the corpse, as they always seemed to. He wasn’t sure why – did they stalk anyone with a needle? Could they somehow smell the ADAM being gathered? Big Brother didn’t know, and didn’t really care. His job was to protect the Sister while she gathered, not contemplate the reasons behind why the Splicers chose these times to attack.
He watched the group over the rim of his collar. Like almost every other Splicer before them, they regarded his Sister with confusion. “Is – is that a Big Sister?” one asked his compatriots out of the side of a ruined mouth.
“Can’t be – I’ve never seen one outside of their suits,” another with huge fleshy tumors all over his hands said. Noticing Big Brother, the fellow added, “Or a Big Daddy without a helmet.”
“He looks like a reject,” a woman with half her face practically melting off her skull declared, pushing forward. “We’re wasting time! Can’t you smell it? Can’t you practically TASTE it? ADAM! ADAM for the taking!” She rushed forward, swinging a length of pipe over her head. The others followed, readying their own weapons.
The programming in Big Brother’s head promptly snarled at him to ELIMINATE THE THREAT. He obeyed, raising his hand and blasting the nearest two with Winter Blast. They froze instantaneously, bodies locked in ice. A swing of his drill shattered the corpses. The Splicer with the ruined mouth tried to leap on him – he drove his drill into the man’s gut, ignoring his screams as it tore through flesh and bone. He flung the limp body aside before setting the Splicer with the tumors on fire. The fleshy man wailed in pain and ran off in another direction – feeling certain he wouldn’t return, Big Brother let him go and scanned the area for any remaining threats.
The woman had managed to slip by him, and was trying to wrest the needle from his Sister’s – Alice’s – hands. “Give me that ADAM, girl!” she shrieked, her remaining eye wild. “I need it! I need it now!”
Alice glared at her, then released the needle. The woman cackled in triumph for a moment – then fell silent forever as his Sister’s knife slashed through her throat. “Rude,” Alice informed the corpse, reclaiming her needle. “Didn’t your parents ever teach you table manners?”
Big Brother rumbled and put a hand on her shoulder. Alice looked up at him with a smile. “Thank you for the support,” she said, then lifted her needle to her mouth and drank from the collection tube. “Not as good as cake, but it’ll do,” she said, wiping her mouth. “Would you like some? I’m sure you’re running low on meta-essence after that scrap.”
Big Brother nodded. She passed over the needle, and he tilted his head up and took a drink. The taste was awful, but the rush of energy it shot through his limbs, making his fingers tingle with the power to freeze, burn, and do a million other things just with his mind. . .oh yes, he could understand why the Splicers craved this so much. This was easy to get addicted to. He licked his lips, then returned her needle. Glancing down at the corpses, he murmured a question.
She shook her head. “I think we’ve done enough gathering for the moment – I’m tired of dealing with the Ruins.” She took his hand and began leading him along, smirking. “I think I’d rather see if you can convince another vending machine to give us all its creme-filled cakes.”
Big Brother chuckled as he followed her down the hallway. Yes, she was older than the Sisters he’d been told to protect. In fact, judging by the things the Splicers said, she was of a breed he should really be afraid of. But he didn’t care in the slightest.
She was the best Sister he could ever ask for.
-TTV: O.O-
-M: Wow, you -- you start off -- violent.-
That's Bioshock for you. This one's more or less courtesy of a friend on tumblr, who got "Bioshock 2" and started talking about Victor being a Big Daddy figure called a "Big Brother." To the point of drawing art of it. I got interested in the fandom, and we did a little RP thing where her character Alia was Victor's Little Sister, and they wandered around Rapture having adventures.
-HD: *raised eyebrow* And this got transferred to Alice how?-
Oh, that wasn't my idea either. Turns out people already liked the idea of throwing Alice into Little Sister dresses. So I took that idea, combined it with Victor as the Big Brother, and ran with it. In this verse, Victor's a sort of failed prototype for a new kind of Big Daddy who escaped "decommissioning," while Alice was a failed version of a catatonic Little Sister (her family died in this world too, and the woman responsible for the Sisters got control of her to test if the Sisters had to be awake and mobile to produce sufficient ADAM) who woke up as a Big Sister of sorts and managed to figure out gathering and suchlike on her own. As we'll see in the "Hope" story, which is about how Alice and Victor met, rather than having proper Little Sister conditioning, she's got her Wonderland hallucinations on. The Splicers are Ruins, ADAM is meta-essence, and so on and so forth.
-TTV: This is such a s-strange idea. And me as a -- I d-don't l-like it. . .-
*pats* Part of my head-story for this pair is that they eventually get him out of the suit, and both he and Alice are rehabilitated enough to rejoin society up top. I imagine them escaping with Eleanor and Delta in "Bioshock 2."
-TTV: B-but -- his h-hand --
Oh! That's just a drill ATTACHMENT. He's still got a hand underneath. It goes over it.
-TTV: Oh good. . .-
Yeah, no worries, bud. That version of you can still play piano.
So yeah -- this is Victor and Alice in the hell that is Rapture. At least they've got each other? Even if one's kind of a slave to his programming and the other's insane? (Though if anyone's actually SANE down there. . .)
Hope you enjoyed that -- though I don't know how many of you know the fandom. (Slacker should hopefully like it, at least.) The matching virtue will be up in a little while -- that one's a Scott Pilgrim transfer. Thanks again for this idea, Moose!
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Date: 2012-09-02 02:02 pm (UTC)Actually I was gonna ask this in the Alice's birthday chapter, but since I'm here....Alice doesn't like sweets but she likes cake?
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Date: 2012-09-02 02:04 pm (UTC)Don't ask me, ask the game developers -- first game had her declare "I don't really like sweets," but the second had Dr. Wilson say, "Food looms large in your dreams, Alice, but cake occupies a special place. Never rejected dessert, I suspect, nor tea if cake was on offer." The way I'm working it, Alice loves pastry but for some reason isn't quite so fond of candy.