Quote Post #37
Feb. 2nd, 2010 09:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
damned_quotesHK had done this so many times by now, it at least felt like it deserved tourist brochure terms such as those. Come, see the Institute, walk its halls, eat its chocolate, be nearly disemboweled by interesting meatbags...
- HK-47 (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
arc_wrench) [here]
Hallway? Check. Toolbox? Check. Flashlight turning him into a walking target? Check.
- Sangamon Taylor (toxicspiderman) [here]
You could lead a horse to water, but you couldn't make it drink, and his friend had apparently made it pretty clear that she wasn't thirsty and his metaphor was running away with him.
- Teisel Bonne (no_barbarian) [here]
Sounds like the name of a hot new burger just for the on-edge crowd.
I'll have a McParanoid, please, with extra helpings twitchiness and over-the-shoulder glances! Easy on the worst-case-scenario fantasies.
- Scott Pilgrim (vseverything) [here]
"Maybe I should start calling you Dinner."
"I'm sooooooooo scared. Makes me want to go hide in some hot babe's cleavage and be protected by the sheer breastitude."
- Heat (idontregret) and Junpei (whos_da_man) [here]
If smiles were contagious, then von Karma had full inborn immunity to them.
- Manfred von Karma (perfectrecord) [here]
"Times? Like with time travel?" he asked hesitantly, wary of some kind of trick. "But that's impossible." Impossibly anywhere but the comic books, of course, and Carter read comic books by the dozens. He'd always reassured his mother that he knew aliens and robots weren't real and that he wasn't being corrupted by any of their funny ideas (just corrupted by all those mail-order ads for rockets and toy guns), of course. It was just silly stuff, stuff you pretended was real while you went about the really real business of getting an education and setting up a business. Carter just read it for the entertainment, he knew it was all fake.
Even if, like every kid who stayed twelve from the moment they turned thirteen, he secretly hoped he was wrong.
- Sgt. Andrew Carter (stlg13bomber) [here]
Calling his home the 'Water Tribe' was definitely firing off the Whole New World bells, and with them came a rousing chorus of Aladdin songs that would surely be stuck in his head the whole day. Again. Frick it all.
- Peter Parker (mustbethesuit) [here]
Over the week-plus (ten days, twelve hours, give or take a few inconsequential folds in the fabric of space-time and associated perceptual difficulties) that Sangamon Taylor had lived at Landel's, he had amassed a great deal of data. Most of it was useless. While the internecine squabbles of cartoon robots and spandex-clad superheroes might make for entertaining reading, S.T. was not that much of a geek. One series of data that did keep bobbing to the surface belly-up, like fish in a Jersey stream. The toxic outfall didn't need a recon mission to locate. Not when the carcasses -- in this case, odd names -- could be tracked upstream by an eight year old in waders.
What particular appeal cannibalistic-themed fat guys held was unclear. Superheros, villains, the peculiar 20th-century obsession with the replacement of the human body with mechanical alternatives -- sure. Why not. He could even make the egotistical case for biochemists who saved the world.
- Sangamon Taylor (toxicspiderman) [here]
"Indy wait! Don't - dammit stop walking away from me so you can't hear me complain." He squinted and crinkled his nose and threw every kind of mental signal revolving around 'COME BACK HERE OR I WILL SET FIRE TO YOUR FEDORA' at the man. He opened one eye. Nope. Still hadn't developed telepathy.
- Peter Parker (mustbethesuit) [here]
"Where's your beauty? You're just a phase-shifted philistine who couldn't identify art if it came up and bit you on the asymptote."
"I'm just fine without beauty, thanks. And trying to make math cool only reminds me of those tv shows for kids. Give my regards to Doraemon."
-Sho Minamimoto (number_crunch) and Neku Sakuraba (composers_proxy) [here]
Dahlia just loved flowers. They were wonderful! Beautiful! Tiny stalks of visual bliss, spread as far as the eye could see! Blinding the weakhearted and giving sinus infections to the less fortunate. Destined to die in the winter, to wither or go into her garbage bin when given to her by yappy, puppy dog men. Laying about in disgustingly humid greenhouses when it was supposed to be fall.
- Dahlia Hawthorne (dahliahasthorns) [here]
"Wait, no, that's a lie. I know how people stand it. It can help with depression, like you said, I guess. [added hastily] Not that I'd know about that. That's just what I hear.
Anyway, it still tastes like a monkey's bum."
"I know I said everyone should get what they like, but I'm a little worried if you've tasted monkey bums. I think that might be a bad idea."
"No no no I didn't! You think I'd I REFUSE TO STAND FOR SUCH ALLEGATIONS"
- Scott Pilgrim (justdoesntexist) and Justy Ueki Tylor (justawaketylor) [here]
Club: AVALANCHE
Leader: Cloud, A.K.A Radioactive McJerkass, A.K.A Spikemobile, A.K.A Sir OvercompensatesAlot.
Purpose: Closed group of heroic heroes of heroism, dedicated to a long lost of things. Such as! Keeping each other sane, kicking ass and taking names, acquiring items of various tastes, functions, and designs, etc. We are also the most badass support network in existence. … Wait, do they count as activities? Huh. Well, we're all flexible. Especially Cloud.
Activities: You can usually find us kicking ass and taking names, acquiring items, researching, and thinking on the fly. We've all got different skills and talents (which Mr. Leaderpants can tell you all about), so we're really not locked into any one thing.
- Yuffie Kisaragi (thatdamnedninja) [here]
"CARROT JUICE."
"... And we want carrot juice too!
Unless that's just a weird way to curse. It kind of looks like one."
- Leon D.S. Geeste (heraldric) and Justy Ueki Tylor (justawaketylor) [here]
- HK-47 (
arc_wrench) [here]Hallway? Check. Toolbox? Check. Flashlight turning him into a walking target? Check.
- Sangamon Taylor (
toxicspiderman) [here]You could lead a horse to water, but you couldn't make it drink, and his friend had apparently made it pretty clear that she wasn't thirsty and his metaphor was running away with him.
- Teisel Bonne (
no_barbarian) [here]Sounds like the name of a hot new burger just for the on-edge crowd.
I'll have a McParanoid, please, with extra helpings twitchiness and over-the-shoulder glances! Easy on the worst-case-scenario fantasies.
- Scott Pilgrim (
vseverything) [here]"Maybe I should start calling you Dinner."
"I'm sooooooooo scared. Makes me want to go hide in some hot babe's cleavage and be protected by the sheer breastitude."
- Heat (
idontregret) and Junpei (whos_da_man) [here]If smiles were contagious, then von Karma had full inborn immunity to them.
- Manfred von Karma (
perfectrecord) [here]"Times? Like with time travel?" he asked hesitantly, wary of some kind of trick. "But that's impossible." Impossibly anywhere but the comic books, of course, and Carter read comic books by the dozens. He'd always reassured his mother that he knew aliens and robots weren't real and that he wasn't being corrupted by any of their funny ideas (just corrupted by all those mail-order ads for rockets and toy guns), of course. It was just silly stuff, stuff you pretended was real while you went about the really real business of getting an education and setting up a business. Carter just read it for the entertainment, he knew it was all fake.
Even if, like every kid who stayed twelve from the moment they turned thirteen, he secretly hoped he was wrong.
- Sgt. Andrew Carter (
stlg13bomber) [here]Calling his home the 'Water Tribe' was definitely firing off the Whole New World bells, and with them came a rousing chorus of Aladdin songs that would surely be stuck in his head the whole day. Again. Frick it all.
- Peter Parker (
mustbethesuit) [here]Over the week-plus (ten days, twelve hours, give or take a few inconsequential folds in the fabric of space-time and associated perceptual difficulties) that Sangamon Taylor had lived at Landel's, he had amassed a great deal of data. Most of it was useless. While the internecine squabbles of cartoon robots and spandex-clad superheroes might make for entertaining reading, S.T. was not that much of a geek. One series of data that did keep bobbing to the surface belly-up, like fish in a Jersey stream. The toxic outfall didn't need a recon mission to locate. Not when the carcasses -- in this case, odd names -- could be tracked upstream by an eight year old in waders.
What particular appeal cannibalistic-themed fat guys held was unclear. Superheros, villains, the peculiar 20th-century obsession with the replacement of the human body with mechanical alternatives -- sure. Why not. He could even make the egotistical case for biochemists who saved the world.
- Sangamon Taylor (
toxicspiderman) [here]"Indy wait! Don't - dammit stop walking away from me so you can't hear me complain." He squinted and crinkled his nose and threw every kind of mental signal revolving around 'COME BACK HERE OR I WILL SET FIRE TO YOUR FEDORA' at the man. He opened one eye. Nope. Still hadn't developed telepathy.
- Peter Parker (
mustbethesuit) [here]"Where's your beauty? You're just a phase-shifted philistine who couldn't identify art if it came up and bit you on the asymptote."
"I'm just fine without beauty, thanks. And trying to make math cool only reminds me of those tv shows for kids. Give my regards to Doraemon."
-Sho Minamimoto (
number_crunch) and Neku Sakuraba (composers_proxy) [here]Dahlia just loved flowers. They were wonderful! Beautiful! Tiny stalks of visual bliss, spread as far as the eye could see! Blinding the weakhearted and giving sinus infections to the less fortunate. Destined to die in the winter, to wither or go into her garbage bin when given to her by yappy, puppy dog men. Laying about in disgustingly humid greenhouses when it was supposed to be fall.
- Dahlia Hawthorne (
dahliahasthorns) [here]"Wait, no, that's a lie. I know how people stand it. It can help with depression, like you said, I guess. [added hastily] Not that I'd know about that. That's just what I hear.
Anyway, it still tastes like a monkey's bum."
"I know I said everyone should get what they like, but I'm a little worried if you've tasted monkey bums. I think that might be a bad idea."
"
- Scott Pilgrim (
justdoesntexist) and Justy Ueki Tylor (justawaketylor) [here]Club: AVALANCHE
Leader: Cloud, A.K.A Radioactive McJerkass, A.K.A Spikemobile, A.K.A Sir OvercompensatesAlot.
Purpose: Closed group of heroic heroes of heroism, dedicated to a long lost of things. Such as! Keeping each other sane, kicking ass and taking names, acquiring items of various tastes, functions, and designs, etc. We are also the most badass support network in existence. … Wait, do they count as activities? Huh. Well, we're all flexible. Especially Cloud.
Activities: You can usually find us kicking ass and taking names, acquiring items, researching, and thinking on the fly. We've all got different skills and talents (which Mr. Leaderpants can tell you all about), so we're really not locked into any one thing.
- Yuffie Kisaragi (
thatdamnedninja) [here]"CARROT JUICE."
"... And we want carrot juice too!
Unless that's just a weird way to curse. It kind of looks like one."
- Leon D.S. Geeste (
heraldric) and Justy Ueki Tylor (justawaketylor) [here]
