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By which I mean, give me something to run to when thinking of things to say in Japanese about my hometown gets too boring. Meme from [livejournal.com profile] etrangere.

The Hypothetical AU Meme: Take any one of the fandoms you know I write in, and give me a type of AU (space opera AU, pirate AU, superhero AU, Ancient Rome, etc). I will then explain what story from your chosen fandom I would write for your chosen type of AU.

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Date: 2008-04-27 08:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] elihice.livejournal.com
Blue Beetle and Booster Gold in medieval AU

...*bunnied*

Date: 2008-04-27 09:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cygna-hime.livejournal.com
So, Michael (I just can't work 'Booster' into a medieval AU, it doesn't work that way) grew up in, like, Greece or something, because his mother was a local woman who had an affair with a Crusader, who naturally went off to seek the Holy Land and either died or couldn't be arsed to come back. Michael eventually "acquired" a particularly shiny suit of armor (disclaimer: the previous owner was, well, 'previous', through no fault of Michael's) and decided to go to England, where his father was apparently from, pretending to be the *legitimate* orphan son of an English knight. Don't ask me how he manages to learn the rules of this completely different social circle; he's a quick study or hung around the Crusaders or something. Anyway, in the course of his Heroic Deeds his armor is damaged and, since he obviously can't afford to get new armor, he seeks help from...

Theodore is the son of a minor lord, who doesn't get along with his father mostly because of his penchant for blacksmithing. He compounds this 'disgrace' by being really damn good at it, and by making mildly ridiculous sums of money in making devices of various sorts. Also, he never took much to armed combat, but regularly trounces all comers in wrestling or boxing. When Michael shows up asking for help, he is more than happy to beat the damaged armor into better shape than before.

Together, they fight crime! Well, I'm pretty sure they end up in some kind of Robin Hood outfit, because they're much more the "lovable rogues" type than the "noble Crusader" type, and also the Crusades just weren't funny. But if they become part of this...see, this nobleman by the name of "Maxwell"...or maybe that's his family name, I dunno...starts for some incomprehensible reason an Arthurian outfit (they did this even back then, historically speaking)...and I'm trying to resist the urge to call it "Lord Maxwell and his Merry Men" and not actually succeeding very well...anyway, Theodore and Michael can be their wacky selves without breaking the traditional storyline. And obviously the rest of the JLI are there too. Especially Guy, because he actually isn't obviously misplaced just by existing, and Tora, who wouldn't be any *more* misplaced by being from a secret Norwegian kingdom then than she is now. And Beatrice has to undergo a nationality change, but she can be Portuguese, which is close enough considering that most definitions of "medieval" are "definitely before 1492". And I swear, I will think of a justification for Barda if it's the last thing I do.

I'm not sure if Skeets is the Noble Steed or just some long-suffering person who goes along with Michael in a desperate attempt to keep him out of trouble.

Re: ...*bunnied*

Date: 2008-04-27 10:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] elihice.livejournal.com
...now, that I would read. I can also imagine the groans from the 'merry men' to the name. Particularly from the black knight. He refuses to be merry.

Re: ...*bunnied*

Date: 2008-04-27 10:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cygna-hime.livejournal.com
The dark knight leaves the Merry Men shortly thereafter, to go a-Crusading with his other friends. Because he? *would* go Crusading, although mostly in the strike-down-evil-wherever-ye-may-find-it sense. Less of the "obsessive need to gain the holy land". And Clark and Diana understand that defending the defenseless is Serious Business.

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Date: 2008-04-27 09:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] taistoi.livejournal.com
Kingdom Hearts in an Ayn Rand-type dystopia of your choosing.

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Date: 2008-04-27 09:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cygna-hime.livejournal.com
...I'm not entirely sure what that means. *somehow has dodged the Rand-bullet*

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Date: 2008-04-27 10:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] taistoi.livejournal.com
lol then dystopia in general? :D

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Date: 2008-04-27 10:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cygna-hime.livejournal.com
You mean other than the one they're in? You asked for it. Also, you get my favorite characters as Our Doomed Heroes, because I felt like it.

The words were painted on the wall in green. Freedom of Personality or Death!! they proclaimed. The man standing next to them grinned wolfishly at the royal soldiers standing in a wide circle around him.

"There're fifteen of you an' just one of me, I'll give you that," he drawled, "but here's the thing: I got two gun, six bullets in each, and you only got swords. I can shoot a man dead at a hundred yards, and by the time you cover that ground I can fire all twelve bullets. Granted, I'm not gonna be able to get three of ya, whatever happens. You got a twenty percent chance of being one of those three. One chance in five. D'you feel lucky?"

The soldiers hesitated. Men like this didn't talk like that, didn't throw probability around like they knew what it meant. While they were hesitating, the man started shooting. Four of them dropped before the rest started moving. Still, he didn't have time to reload. Three guards were enough to knock him unconscious.

-----------

The Redemption Hospital, as it was euphemistically called, was almost entirely underground. The ground helped to muffle the screaming. Xigbar woke up already strapped to the metal table.

"Do you know why you're here?" asked a voice from the shadows.

"Maybe 'cause I didn't have time to modify my guns to fire more'n six bullets each?" he replied, smirking.

He was ready for the shock when it came. "You are here," said the voice, "because you have selfishly transgressed against the rules put here for your security. You attended school, Xigbar. You know that we all have our parts to play in this perfect society. You know that this is good, and right. You know that you have been placed in the situation to which you are best suited. Why, then, do you struggle against those who only have your good in mind?"

The voice made everything it said sound perfectly reasonable, but Xigbar was too angry, too full of the cold rage that had become part of his every waking moment, for its magic to effect him. "I know," he said clearly that you're a fucking sadistic bitch with delusions of godhood. And you have no idea what I'm suited for."

The voice sounded regretful. "It seems a pity, but you truly are beyond redemption. Perhaps you can regain your proper place before the end." A slender, white hand flipped the switch on what Xigbar knew was an electrical current generator, probably worked through ionization.

He screamed, just once, then managed to bite back the rest. The Fairy Godmother bent over him, her voice still soothing. "Remember, Xigbar? Anyone who looks at you can tell what role you play, you small-minded killer and seducer of innocents. Forget about learning. That isn't for you. You're the big bad wolf, remember?"

"Kinetic energy," Xigbar told her, "is the energy of motion, and is equal to half the product of the object's mass and the square of its velocity. In contrast, potential energy indicated the energy expended to move an object against gravity, and equals the mass times the acceleration of gravity times the height the object has been lifted from the--"

The Fairy Godmother turned and went out, but Xigbar kept talking, repeating to himself and anyone who might be listening all the things he wasn't supposed to know, even as he felt his skin blacken and his flesh begin to burn, using the words to beat back the pain, until he fell back at last on repeating the periodic table of the elements inside his mind.

Hydrogen, Helium, Lithium, Beryllium, Boron, Carbon, Nitrogen, Oxygen, Fluorine, Neon--

Hydrogen, Helium, Lithium, Beryllium, Boron--

Hydrogen, Helium--

Hydrogen--

---------

So. Yeah. Welcome to the "fanon characterization will be strictly enforced" dystopia. No, I don't know where that came from. But as you can see, Xigbar doesn't approve of being stupidified.

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Date: 2008-04-27 11:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] taistoi.livejournal.com
That. Was.



Holy crap, you should expand on this idea. I... I really think you should. If not, I might take the idea from you because this is a beautiful idea.

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Date: 2008-04-28 04:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cygna-hime.livejournal.com
XD. I think I'd like to expand on this, because it would be really heaps of fun to see everyone being broken to little bits under these roles that don't allow them to be everything they are. Message fantasy, much? But 'twould be fun to write.

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Date: 2008-04-30 06:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kazaera.livejournal.com
...oh, love. So very much love. That was amazing! <3

*disappears back into the darkness that is Exam Period*

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