fourth trick

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

[Ikki appears on the plane with... a campsite, apparently. There's a couple of logs set up to sit on, a campfire... No tent, though. A few sticks have been propped up against the log Ikki is sitting on and a bag of marshmallows sits nearby, though he seems intent on something he's already roasting.]

Man... Looks like it's back to bum-hood for me. No more eight dollars an hour, or wearing A-Ts at work, or being worshipped by hundreds of naked women...

[He spins the stick a little, so that his prey will get cooked evenly.]

I wonder if Spit knew just how fiercely that flame could burn? Clever bastard.

Comments

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

It's called porn.

You poor deprived kid.

[cybercentric.livejournal.com]

Porn?

My dad says that porn is the fluff that idiots have instead of brains.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

Your dad's an idiot too, then. And a hypocrite. Porn is awesome! But Air Treck is better. So is the real thing.

Maybe I should take you on a super secret scouting sexy mission.

[cybercentric.livejournal.com]

[grumbles] Yeah, well, that's true enough. What's Air Treck?

Fumie's better at information reconaissance. I'm all about attack!

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

When a rocket ship and rollerblades love each other very much...

Heheh, there's that too. [Ikki gropes an invisible air-boob.]

[cybercentric.livejournal.com]

Rocket blades?! [8DDDDDD]

[stares] ...What're you doing?

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

You got it!

[douchebag grin] If you watch me, you can learn how to treat women.

[cybercentric.livejournal.com]

Sweeeeet! I want a pair!

I know how to treat women. You stay the hell away from 'em. [:|]

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

Give me like 100,000 and I'll see what I can do, kid.

[FFFFFFFFFFFF] Did you say somethin'? [Ikki reaches out to grab Daichi by the collar of his shirt.]

[cybercentric.livejournal.com]

...100,000 what?

[wha- D8] I said stay away from girls, that's the only way to deal with 'em! They're nothing but trouble! [shoves him off >8|;;;;;;]

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

You're from Japan, right? Gimme a crapload of money. Those things aren't cheap.

Of course they're nothing but trouble! [Ikki lets go. He's pretty strong. Obnoxiously shonen hero strong.] That's why it's your God-given mission to oogle at them at every opportunity!

[cybercentric.livejournal.com]

Aghhh! Who has that kind of money?!

That makes no sense! Why would I want to throw noodles at them!? Unless you put the noodles in water balloons or something!

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

That's what I said!! But if you get a job, you can save up!

... [stare] Spy. Stare. Peep. Not throw noodles at them, you dumbass! [This is Ikki trying to pull the poor kid into a headlock.]

[cybercentric.livejournal.com]

I'm eleven! I don't work!!

Grah!! [he struggles and I know nothing of karate so let's assume he tries whatever karate thing he would use to get out of said headlock?] Lemme go you jerk!!

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

Then use your allowance!

[Ikki's not a weak fighter by any means, but the kid manages to get out of the headlock anyway 'cause he's small and karate-like.]

[cybercentric.livejournal.com]

I don't GET allowance!

[I didn't think so xDa but Daichi is panting and glaring at him anyway] What was that for?!

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

Tryin' to teach you a lesson. [He tries to bap Daichi anyway.] You don't get allowance? What the hell? You must be lazier than I am!

[cybercentric.livejournal.com]

[ow DX] I don't need lessons from YOU!
My parents just don't do allowance! Is that a problem?!

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's a fucking problem! You should be able to fly if you want to!

[cybercentric.livejournal.com]

What are you talking about?! People don't fly!

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

... Oh yeah?

[cybercentric.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

Hold on a second.

[Ikki pops away for a moment, then comes back with rollerblades on.

... Midair.

CLEARLY FLYING.]

[cybercentric.livejournal.com]

[D8]
WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.


[claps hands together in a begging stance] F-forgive me, Master! Please teach me!

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

[Ikki does a couple of somersaults without even touching the ground, then tears up the ground as he lands.]

... Teach you, huh? I've never taught anyone. Besides, I'd have to charge. These things don't come free, like I said.