So, I was totally just going to point to coldfiredragon's review and say "Ditto," since I came along so late in the game but it's not my fault I was kidnapped away from civilization, but I feared you would have considered that rude, so this is all probably quite repetitive, but I'm fine with repetitive reviews, so I'm sure you are too.
She said I could play in that scenario after a convo with pervyficgirl spawned the truly epic evil that is this fic.
*chuckle.* You know, a girl asks one, tiny, teeny, innocent question, and look what she gets blamed for. ;)
..Yeah. That happy, fix-it fic I wanted to write? This is not it.
*considers.* But it must be written! *begs.* It hasn't been abandoned for all time, has it? Because I *know* what happened to those gifts and I want a NW reaction to that scenario. Especially after the lovely way you describe him picking them out back in "Love and Loss."
*is evil.*
Roy snapped awake to the feel and sound of the entire HQ shaking, rubbing sleep out of his eyes with the back of his hand while he rolled out of his bunk.
I love this as an intro line. The image of the entire HQ shaking is a powerful one, but combined with a man just waking up - that's such an innocent image, you know? It's a quick flash of "life as it was" - safely nestled in a bed at HQ with his friends - for Roy before he is jerked away from that life.
He shoved his feet into his boots and reached for the armor, yanking it on painfully fast. Hands went to bow and quiver, shoving head and shoulder through the strap quickly. He spent the time to pull up camera feeds on his computer and looked into a disaster.
Oh, *yes* and squee! See, this is the competent, leader boy (not quite as fun as Leader!Robbie! but still very, very nice) that Arsenal proved himself to be more than once but that the stupid canon writers keep forgetting. Fighting and defending his home and turf is second nature here, as it damn well ought to be. The boys not a rookie and gee, Judd, I'm glad that Meltzer remembered that, since you damn well can't and I love how competent you show him to be in this paragraph. This is a boy that deserves to be in the JL - even if that's kinda um. ..not going to happen anymore in this 'verse.
He headed out the door, arrow already knocked to bow,
And again, *yes.*
He flattened himself against the wall at the sound of an unfamiliar voice cursing, British-accented and female, and a curvaceous blonde in gold and red --//wow, great rack//--came around the corner, hauling Kory's unconscious body by an arm, eyes up and alert and //oh, shit// a gun in her hand.
Even knowing where this is going, I'm still rather amused by the gloriousness that is pure Roy here.
He turned towards her slowly, palming a blade off his far hip, starting to raise his other hand in surrender--and flung the blade, catching her high in the shoulder of her gun (right) hand and moved again.
Ah, all the references to the guns! It makes me squee like a mad, mad fangirl. Also, again with the confident fighter Roy. More squeeage.
He looked between their bodies, past them, and saw first Grace's body, then Thunder's //still breathing, thank gods//. . .Shift's container was close by and he could see him trying to form into something that would free him,, Oh. .aw. . see, other than the obvious two, I don't actually care about The Outsiders, but this paragraph really pulled me in and made me care about them. I *wanted* them to be safe, and that's a hell of a lot more than any of the canon writers have made me feel. Kudos.
Also? Roy's concern for his teammates made me want to hug him madly. The poor, poor Boy.
And this? /Good, keep trying, I know there's not much chance, god, Dick where are you?//
oh, Roy, honey. . .you broke a little here, Yena. Just a little. I forgot for a moment that I was in lust with Evil!Dick, because the picture of Roy, down for the count and aching for his injured buddies and just wanting Dick to come back to make it better because then they could win! *hurt.*
hope made his heart damned near skip a beat, //Took you lo--//
Part I
but it's not my fault I was kidnapped away from civilization, but I feared you would have considered that rude, so this is all probably quite repetitive, but I'm fine with repetitive reviews, so I'm sure you are too.She said I could play in that scenario after a convo with
*chuckle.* You know, a girl asks one, tiny, teeny, innocent question, and look what she gets blamed for. ;)
..Yeah. That happy, fix-it fic I wanted to write? This is not it.
*considers.* But it must be written! *begs.* It hasn't been abandoned for all time, has it? Because I *know* what happened to those gifts and I want a NW reaction to that scenario. Especially after the lovely way you describe him picking them out back in "Love and Loss."
*is evil.*
Roy snapped awake to the feel and sound of the entire HQ shaking, rubbing sleep out of his eyes with the back of his hand while he rolled out of his bunk.
I love this as an intro line. The image of the entire HQ shaking is a powerful one, but combined with a man just waking up - that's such an innocent image, you know? It's a quick flash of "life as it was" - safely nestled in a bed at HQ with his friends - for Roy before he is jerked away from that life.
He shoved his feet into his boots and reached for the armor, yanking it on painfully fast. Hands went to bow and quiver, shoving head and shoulder through the strap quickly. He spent the time to pull up camera feeds on his computer and looked into a disaster.
Oh, *yes* and squee! See, this is the competent, leader boy (not quite as fun as Leader!Robbie! but still very, very nice) that Arsenal proved himself to be more than once but that the stupid canon writers keep forgetting. Fighting and defending his home and turf is second nature here, as it damn well ought to be. The boys not a rookie
and gee, Judd, I'm glad that Meltzer remembered that, since you damn well can'tand I love how competent you show him to be in this paragraph. This is a boy that deserves to be in the JL - even if that's kinda um. ..not going to happen anymore in this 'verse.He headed out the door, arrow already knocked to bow,
And again, *yes.*
He flattened himself against the wall at the sound of an unfamiliar voice cursing, British-accented and female, and a curvaceous blonde in gold and red --//wow, great rack//--came around the corner, hauling Kory's unconscious body by an arm, eyes up and alert and //oh, shit// a gun in her hand.
Even knowing where this is going, I'm still rather amused by the gloriousness that is pure Roy here.
He turned towards her slowly, palming a blade off his far hip, starting to raise his other hand in surrender--and flung the blade, catching her high in the shoulder of her gun (right) hand and moved again.
Ah, all the references to the guns! It makes me squee like a mad, mad fangirl. Also, again with the confident fighter Roy. More squeeage.
He looked between their bodies, past them, and saw first Grace's body, then Thunder's //still breathing, thank gods//. . .Shift's container was close by and he could see him trying to form into something that would free him,,
Oh. .aw. . see, other than the obvious two, I don't actually care about The Outsiders, but this paragraph really pulled me in and made me care about them. I *wanted* them to be safe, and that's a hell of a lot more than any of the canon writers have made me feel. Kudos.
Also? Roy's concern for his teammates made me want to hug him madly. The poor, poor Boy.
And this? /Good, keep trying, I know there's not much chance, god, Dick where are you?//
oh, Roy, honey. . .you broke a little here, Yena. Just a little. I forgot for a moment that I was in lust with Evil!Dick, because the picture of Roy, down for the count and aching for his injured buddies and just wanting Dick to come back to make it better because then they could win! *hurt.*
hope made his heart damned near skip a beat, //Took you lo--//
Oh, *Roy.* And you broke me a little here, too.