G.I. Joe: Waward Son

Of course, Setsuna would have managed to get inside the ship with Ami unconscious in her arms just in time to hear a comment like that. She stared at Rose for a little bit and then shook her head. So long as she managed to get them out of here without killing them (or, even then, better than the aliens killing them), she'd be all right.

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"Hey. Need help with my Official Date Picker Person?" John scrambled ~~nakedly~~ onto the ship, offering to help with Ami.

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Setsuna shook her head a little bit. "No, I think I've got her, but thank you." She blinked at John; she looked much more tired than her voice and words would have suggested, having more than enough alien blood and goo splattered across her face, her clothes. "...Didn't even know you were here, too..."

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"I didn't know I was here, eiher. Just kinda happened. And I'm betting they're not happy that they did invite me to the party."

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Setsuna looked him over as she settled down and did her best to 'strap herself in' and still keep Ami well supported. "I take it you've done well."

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"I did allright. Found the Comm room, made an ass out of myself."

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Setsuna gave John a dead stare, placid except for a quirked eyebrow. "How do you make an ass of yourself to alien scum trying to kill you?"

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"By hacking into their communications setup and randomly shouting things? I shoulda tortured them with Copacabana. Or the best of Rick WhatHisName, with the Addicted to Love song."

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More staring. God, John was weird.

"I swear, if I didn't know any better, I'd be worried that one of those aliens had taken over your body, John, because I don't think I understood a word of that second part."

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"It's a possibilty. I can speak it, and understand it. Sorta. Not enough to read how much the items in the panty vending machine are, but... eyah."

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If her hands weren't full, Setsuna would have facepalmed. Ah, yes. Panty vending machines. Truly a testiment to the glory of her nation...

"Did you kill many of them?" she asked, wanting to get to a more decent conversation topic, as the ship jolted in its erratic motions.

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"I got enough. Well... shoulda got 'em all." He scratched at his bleedy leg woundy thing. "They deserved it."

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"No arguement there," Setsuna said, with a dark sharpness to her voice. "..Bastards..."

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"That would imply that they were born out of wedlock. I prefer 'vermin' as it just sounds... meatier." John's voice and eyes may be tinged with a hint of madness. Or alien blood. Or, both.

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"Vermin works," Setsuna ascented with a nod, and a particular curl of her lip. That was what those bastards tried to call them....

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"We opened an interstellar can of WhoopAss. Or Raid. Both, actually."

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"Strap-in folks!" Rose called behind her and turned her head just in time to see the naked. She took a moment to gape at the kid with the blood and gore then turned her head back to the nav controls. "Kids, he's a kid, stop thinking, Tyler!"

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"Where'n the hell are the strappy things?!" John looked and flailed.

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"Better find 'em fast," Rose warned, as she tried a sideways maneuver (http://l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com/17624.html?thread=141528#t141528), "'Cause this is not going to be pretty!"

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John doesn't quite get strapped in, and is currently hanging on to the straps trying to belt himself in. When he finally does, he's... sitting in the chair upside down. "FUCK!"

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"We're almost out!" She shouted as the ship shuddered horribly.

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"oh, gawd, I don't wanna die a watermelon seed!" John was busy thinking good thoughts and sending mental chocolate to rose. "///Die you damn aliens, die already!///" he shouted.

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