little miss kick-butt

Looking for a way to spice up the otherwise stolid, superficial ship, Dorothy had turned to paint or whatever she could get her hands upon to assist. Luckily, stored in the depths of the great beast lay a few dozen cans of the ever-beaming stuff and so she trudged along with one stacked atop the other until she made it to the top deck. What the paint had been doing there she had led herself to believe that it was used to repaint shields or any worn weaponry to help identify the team better when on the battle front. It was just a reckoning.

Angling the arrow of her crossbow just right, she managed to pry the tops off the stash and then grinning with the thought of what it must look like, stuck her hand into one of the containers and swung it just above the dulled surface so that it left a noncontinuous streak of purple paint. The other colors would mix if she chose them with reason. 

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“UM…” TRUTH BE told, he had nearly finished the flock of some favored comrades, Tom Sawyer who had been granted red cardinals, Tin Man with paper cranes, and some seagulls started for Queequeg–however, Queequeg would need many more if the Prince wished to give him the small sea-bird. First, he pulled a good sized stack for the girl to start with and held it out for her to grab.

“Well, I have not started your birds, and Scarecrow does not like some kinds. We can start on those if you like, I do need help deciding.”

        “I SUPPOSE WE could make Scarecrow’s then. What about an owl?          I’ve seen one eat a crow. They probably scare them off from time to time          too.” She’d never encountered one thieving from a field plus they had          large eyes maybe a tiny bit bigger than Scarecrow’s. A perfect match. It          was then that it was realized that he was offering something and so she          gratefully took the gathering of papers into her arms. 

     Truthfully, he wasn’t as doubtful, as he could have been, that she was capable of taking care of herself. Though he had procured a warning, something in his gut told him that she was used to doing such things. The immortal watched her with weary grey eyes, arms now folded over a broad chest, as she dusted off one of the biscuits. At first, he was hesitant on divulging his name to her, it wasn’t very often he did so. Lips part, momentarily debating his choice of words, before finally speaking up, “Jus’ call me Josiah.” A special name for a not so special being. Wonderingly, his gaze shifted, looking from the food she held to her petite face, “ – what’s your name, kid?” If she didn’t give one then the young girl would be stuck with whatever nickname he came up with. “And why th’ hell’re you out here all on your own?”

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name: Jennifer  star sign:  Aquarius  gender: Female height: 5′1″ I believe... sexual orientation:   Heterosexual  favorite color:   Dark green time right now:   8:28 P.M. current location: Hell. average hours of sleep:  9 hours number of blankets I sleep under:  2  favorite fictional characters:  Too many but to name off a few at the top of my head: Holden Caulfield from the Catcher in the Rye, Tabaqui from the Jungle Book, Kaa from the Jungle Book, Rooster Cogburn from True Grit, and Early Auden from Navigating Early favorite book: Hands down, Catcher in the Rye favorite artists/bands: Mother, Mother dream job:  Historian  what I’m wearing: A gray long-sleeved shirt with I think a tree on it and some black sweats  random fact: I love coffee  when did you create your blog?:  The 26th of December but it may have been earlier, I really don’t remember. do you have any other blogs?: Yup. Two others. what made you decide to get a Tumblr?: I just loved the way you could format your posts and also have a blog where you could post stuff related to your muse so yeah do you get asks on a daily basis?: Nope.  why did you choose your URL?: Dorothy’s special move in-game is called Flash Step so I decided to be unoriginal and went with it

 SATISFIED WITH HER answer, the Prince placed Carter’s bird off to the side where he will eventually fold more pigeons for the Professor. Well now that he had someone in on the plan, he felt perhaps she would be willing to lend him a hand as there were many birds to fold and each team member needed their own flock for everything to work out fine.”Dorothy, do you mind helping me? I can share my paper as all of them are going to be birds eventually, but I should like to give everyone a flock soon enough. You can help me decide which birds are better for everyone!”

 He had a couple of flocks nearly done already, but this ship had a lot of people on it and some of the bigger fighters required more birds than the smaller ones.

       "I DON’T MIND atall! Perhaps you could show me first how to make one?          I just need to git a good idea of how to form one.", was her request. "I'd be          happy to. Who do you reckon we should start with first?" There were so          many agents that she either liked or respected that she could not for the life          of her make up her mind of who to start with first. Henry Flemming was by far          one of the most honorable then there was John Henry who was the strongest          ( besides Lion ) and of course there was distant yet wise Tiger Lily. There was          no wonder why she stressed over it.

Hands meet his hips and he can’t help but feel somewhat enthusiastic upon hearing her tone of voice; the girl was as a breath of fresh air to a man far too many people knew as being ‘old’. A crack appears upon the corner of his lips and even edges them into a small smile; the masked man. It could be a biopic!

“Perhaps you could write it! Or even direct it when it becomes a best-seller!” His eyes alight with money signs; that’d be the life. “Are you a pilot or something?”

        THAT WAS ALL she ever wanted to do; bring a smile to another's face.          She did not consider it childish and thought that it was now needed more          in the world than it had ever been. In a way it was mature by her standards.          An emotion which did not call for pouting or acting brat-like at all.

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SCOUTING MISSIONS. Probably the least interesting thing that the boy could be sent to do. It wasn’t that he wasn’t grateful for them, being out was certainly better than being stuck at the base, but it was a lot of just sitting and waiting around. This time, as a bit of movement below his hiding spot caught his eye, it looked like things were about to get more interesting. Readying his bow, Joe stood and called out, prepared for whatever the noise should bring. “’Ey down there!”

        THE HEAVY WEAPON of choice gripped tightly with one hand          seemed only there to weigh her down as she staggered along.          Exhaust was evident in her half-lidded eyes that for once did not          hold the light that so often was there and the deeply set frown that          accompanied it. The only sound that hung around her was a ragged          breathing. She plopped down behind a crate just big enough to hide          her if she lay on her side.

        All this had been caused by a scuffle with the enemy that had resulted          in a slight burn on her arm and some running away. For now her mind          was still so jumbled and only focused on what had happened that she          could not think of a way to make it back or if her bravery won over return          and defeat the beast. What could she do? What should she do? Focus,          focus, focus.

        Like a possum she froze up when she heard a calling. It seemed to be          coming from overhead. She refused to look up without forming some          idea of who it could be. Suspect one, an alien. Thankfully they did not          understand English unless one went against the norm and picked it up          but no, that had to be ruled out because the creatures were basically          mindless death machines. Suspect two, a member of S.T.E.A.M. This          was more believable as citizens for the most part were evacuated from          the area. It must be safe to reply then. 

|| 👹 ||: ❝ Oh duh, I shoulda gotten that! ❞

Hax spoke, light tapping the side of their head with their palm as they smiled down at the kid. Taking a moment to clear their throat before continuing their thoughts.

|| 👹 ||: ❝ Ah, thank you, little one. It’s a bit shorter than my real name but, eh, it works! Plus, it’s easier ta spell~ ❞

They chuckled slightly, their hands now resting on their hips.

|| 👹 ||: ❝ And it’s nice to meet you as well Dorothy! And, I must say, you also have a rather nice name. ❞

         WITH A SMALL shaking of her head she said,“No worries. I find it confusing too.          Authors are pretty strange that way, aren’t they?” She would not like to be one.          It’d be a hard business and plus she wouldn’t get much out of it. It was no fun for          her just to stick around in the same place working on the same thing for possibly          years. It just sounded so boring.

     ‘BOUNCING OFF THE walls’ was Tom’s trademark style. He had a        show-offy flair that was so far unmatched by any human being in the        universe. As evidence he performed a cartwheel in the middle of the        hall, laughing along the way, and turning to stick his tongue out at and        waving at the trailing competitor.

     Hubris, being a major downfall of his, meant only that Tom would become        his own worst enemy—and for a split second, a certain bulkier teammate’s.        Poor John Henry never saw it coming. But for a man who could take on a        steam-powered hammer as well as an alien invasion, he hardly flinched as        the boy slammed into him. Tom, however, was seeing stars and had to take          a moment to gather himself whilst getting a stern earful from the cyborg        about watching where he’s going.

       A RUSH OF wind charged past her and she closed her eyes for a brief moment.          Bliss; completely and utterly. Then there was the cold reality of solid ground          which shook her from the thrill as her feet slammed against the floor. This          jumping was pretty fun now that she thought more on it. Perhaps it’d be to her          advantage later on in the course. It was noted without further thought and once          more she cast her eyes ahead which in turn ended up widening as the stunt was          pulled. For a moment she was amazed but that fled her when he made a face.          Dern him!

        A frown came upon her as did a narrowing of the eyes. No one teased her and got          away with it. What could she possibly do to get back at him? She was running fast,          that was certain, but she had to be able to step on the pedal. All thoughts relating to          this matter vanished however when an unexpecting John was crashed into by her          challenger. At first she felt it had been planned maybe to make him look better after          he recovered and surged on ahead as if nothing had happened but then it came to          her what the real outcome had been and so she went to laughing as she passed him.          The small scout even threw in a coping of the very looks he had formerly goaded her          with.  Finally he was getting a taste of his own medicine!

 ORIGINALLY, HE WANTED to save it as a surprise for the rest of the team, but when working somewhere so public while determined by his excitement, he felt he could at least let Dorothy in on his miraculous idea.

 “Make the birds help us fly further!” he mused. Turning back to the pigeon in his hand, he flipped it over some before holding it out for his comrade to see,”Do you think the Professor likes pigeons?”