Disclaimer: I own nothing of Dragon Flyz, which is owned by Gaumont Pictures. Only the plot is mine and I make no money from this.
(---)
Summit hissed softly as he accidentally jostled his broken arm while trying to lean back against a building wall. Grumbling under his breath about training and rookie mistakes, he readjusted the sling holding the cast his right arm was currently in and resettled it into as comfortable a position as he could.
Once that was done, the dragonator lifted his good arm to rub the back of his neck, trying to ease a sore muscle as he let out a breath of semi-relief. The cool night air felt good in comparison to
Disclaimer: I don't own GI Joe, which is owned by Hasbro. Only the plot is mine and I make no profit from this.
(---)
Contrary to popular belief, shooting stars actually had no power. A wish made on one was harmless and very unlikely to be fulfilled. Though to be careful, the team did still keep a lookout just in case. There were belief-made items after all, so it wasn't unbelievable that a strong enough wish on a shooting star could cause something.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of GI Joe Sigma 6, which is owned by Hasbro. Only the plot is mine and I make no money from this.
(---)
Destro carefully considered the object on the table before him.
Standing at about four inches tall and just a little under five inches long, the Pig of Midas was an....interesting item to say the least. It had also been a very expensive one.
As the name insinuated, the object was in the shape of a round pig, seemingly made out of clay. It had been painted once, but time had worn most of it away, except for a few patches of soft pink where the legs met the body. If he looked carefully, Destro could even make
Disclaimer: I own nothing of GI Joe Sigma 6, which is owned by Hasbro. Only the plot is mine and I make no money from this.
(----)
Stepping out of the gym after a good workout, Scarlett nearly ran straight into the team's resident psychiatrist, Psyche-Out. Taking a quick step back, she gave him a small polite smile of apology, "Sorry about that, didn't see you. Uh, can I help you?"
She asked because he wasn't dressed to work out and was trying to look over her shoulder into the gym itself. He nodded in a distracted fashion, still trying to look over her shoulder, "Yes actually. I was looking for Snake Eyes to let him know his three o'clo
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Dragon Flyz, which is owned by Gaumont Pictures. Only the plot is mine and I make no money from this.
Note: This takes place in the same AU as Preparation.
(----)
Patrick hummed to himself as he sat on the floor before his closet, digging out his secret box from its depths. Finally freeing it from the underneath the bag of Christmas supplies, the teen pulled the wooden box close to himself and flipped the lid open.
It'd been a birthday present years ago from a friend and he'd used it ever since to hide things in, including this. Gently pushing aside some papers, he smiled as he found what he was using for an
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Dragon Flyz, which is owned by Gaumont Pictures. Only the plot and the OC are mine and I make no money from this.
Note: This is connected to events that happened in the Writer's Choice prompts of the first table and the prompt Broken Wings of the fourth.
(----)
Holly looked up from the report she was going over when she heard her office door open. Dragonator Peak stood in the doorway, looking distinctly uncomfortable. He was dressed in civilian clothes and had a messenger bag with him. She blinked, then quickly stood only to get trapped behind a pile of reports next to her desk. Not wanting to bother with movi
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Dragon Flyz, which is owned by Gaumont Pictures. Only the plot is mine and I make no money from this.
Note: This happens before the actual series.
(---)
Dram tilted his head slightly from where he sat on the couch, ignoring the workbook in his lap that he was supposed to be studying and tried to subtly look at the baby that Lady Iranda was holding without getting her attention. She herself was sitting in an armchair next to the living room's window, with the aforementioned infant held to her chest as they both soaked in the warm sunlight.
The young draman was hesitant to admit it, but he was curious about th
Disclaimer: I own nothing of GI Joe, which is owned by Hasbro. Only the plot is mine and I make no money from this.
(----)
Scott rolled his eyes as he read down the sheet of study questions for his philosophy class. There were so many other things he'd rather do! Play video games, chat with his friends, upgrade Spudd. He'd even take doing chores over this!
But no, he had to get his homework done. The teen looked over at his game system, which was being held hostage by Spudd himself. The robotic dog had sat himself neatly in front of the game system and refused to let Scott near it, instead pushing the boy back to his desk and therefore h
Disclaimer: I own nothing of GI Joe, which is owned by Hasbro. Only the plot is mine and I make no money from this.
(---)
Hi-Tech yawned, the words on the computer screen blurring before him a little as he did so. Sitting up, he popped his back and rolled his shoulders and neck, wincing a bit at some of the pops he got.
Report writing sucked, but it had to be done. Speaking of being done, he was finally half-way through re-doing the inventory of the Vault and so far, it was good news. As it stood, the only missing artifacts were still the ones they'd already known Firefly had stolen, but again, Hi-Tech was only half-way through with the
Disclaimer: I own nothing of GI Joe, which is owned by Hasbro. Only the plot is mine.
(----)
Duke closed his eyes, mentally counted to ten and opened them again to survey the picked over candy display before him.
He'd known it was foolish to think that the display would go untouched for longer than a day, but surely a few hours hadn't been too much to ask?
Then again....Duke sighed and rubbed the back of his neck before bending down to pick up the few scattered wrappers that hadn't quite made into the overflowing trashcan. A grateful candy company had sent the team a huge display made of delicious candies and several of their signature
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Dragon Flyz, which is owned by Gaumont Pictures. Only the plot is mine and I make no money from this.
(---)
Summit hissed softly as he accidentally jostled his broken arm while trying to lean back against a building wall. Grumbling under his breath about training and rookie mistakes, he readjusted the sling holding the cast his right arm was currently in and resettled it into as comfortable a position as he could.
Once that was done, the dragonator lifted his good arm to rub the back of his neck, trying to ease a sore muscle as he let out a breath of semi-relief. The cool night air felt good in comparison to
Disclaimer: I don't own GI Joe, which is owned by Hasbro. Only the plot is mine and I make no profit from this.
(---)
Contrary to popular belief, shooting stars actually had no power. A wish made on one was harmless and very unlikely to be fulfilled. Though to be careful, the team did still keep a lookout just in case. There were belief-made items after all, so it wasn't unbelievable that a strong enough wish on a shooting star could cause something.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of GI Joe Sigma 6, which is owned by Hasbro. Only the plot is mine and I make no money from this.
(---)
Destro carefully considered the object on the table before him.
Standing at about four inches tall and just a little under five inches long, the Pig of Midas was an....interesting item to say the least. It had also been a very expensive one.
As the name insinuated, the object was in the shape of a round pig, seemingly made out of clay. It had been painted once, but time had worn most of it away, except for a few patches of soft pink where the legs met the body. If he looked carefully, Destro could even make
Disclaimer: I own nothing of GI Joe Sigma 6, which is owned by Hasbro. Only the plot is mine and I make no money from this.
(----)
Stepping out of the gym after a good workout, Scarlett nearly ran straight into the team's resident psychiatrist, Psyche-Out. Taking a quick step back, she gave him a small polite smile of apology, "Sorry about that, didn't see you. Uh, can I help you?"
She asked because he wasn't dressed to work out and was trying to look over her shoulder into the gym itself. He nodded in a distracted fashion, still trying to look over her shoulder, "Yes actually. I was looking for Snake Eyes to let him know his three o'clo
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Dragon Flyz, which is owned by Gaumont Pictures. Only the plot is mine and I make no money from this.
Note: This takes place in the same AU as Preparation.
(----)
Patrick hummed to himself as he sat on the floor before his closet, digging out his secret box from its depths. Finally freeing it from the underneath the bag of Christmas supplies, the teen pulled the wooden box close to himself and flipped the lid open.
It'd been a birthday present years ago from a friend and he'd used it ever since to hide things in, including this. Gently pushing aside some papers, he smiled as he found what he was using for an
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Dragon Flyz, which is owned by Gaumont Pictures. Only the plot and the OC are mine and I make no money from this.
Note: This is connected to events that happened in the Writer's Choice prompts of the first table and the prompt Broken Wings of the fourth.
(----)
Holly looked up from the report she was going over when she heard her office door open. Dragonator Peak stood in the doorway, looking distinctly uncomfortable. He was dressed in civilian clothes and had a messenger bag with him. She blinked, then quickly stood only to get trapped behind a pile of reports next to her desk. Not wanting to bother with movi
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Dragon Flyz, which is owned by Gaumont Pictures. Only the plot is mine and I make no money from this.
Note: This happens before the actual series.
(---)
Dram tilted his head slightly from where he sat on the couch, ignoring the workbook in his lap that he was supposed to be studying and tried to subtly look at the baby that Lady Iranda was holding without getting her attention. She herself was sitting in an armchair next to the living room's window, with the aforementioned infant held to her chest as they both soaked in the warm sunlight.
The young draman was hesitant to admit it, but he was curious about th
Disclaimer: I own nothing of GI Joe, which is owned by Hasbro. Only the plot is mine and I make no money from this.
(----)
Scott rolled his eyes as he read down the sheet of study questions for his philosophy class. There were so many other things he'd rather do! Play video games, chat with his friends, upgrade Spudd. He'd even take doing chores over this!
But no, he had to get his homework done. The teen looked over at his game system, which was being held hostage by Spudd himself. The robotic dog had sat himself neatly in front of the game system and refused to let Scott near it, instead pushing the boy back to his desk and therefore h
Disclaimer: I own nothing of GI Joe, which is owned by Hasbro. Only the plot is mine and I make no money from this.
(---)
Hi-Tech yawned, the words on the computer screen blurring before him a little as he did so. Sitting up, he popped his back and rolled his shoulders and neck, wincing a bit at some of the pops he got.
Report writing sucked, but it had to be done. Speaking of being done, he was finally half-way through re-doing the inventory of the Vault and so far, it was good news. As it stood, the only missing artifacts were still the ones they'd already known Firefly had stolen, but again, Hi-Tech was only half-way through with the
Disclaimer: I own nothing of GI Joe, which is owned by Hasbro. Only the plot is mine.
(----)
Duke closed his eyes, mentally counted to ten and opened them again to survey the picked over candy display before him.
He'd known it was foolish to think that the display would go untouched for longer than a day, but surely a few hours hadn't been too much to ask?
Then again....Duke sighed and rubbed the back of his neck before bending down to pick up the few scattered wrappers that hadn't quite made into the overflowing trashcan. A grateful candy company had sent the team a huge display made of delicious candies and several of their signature
I'm sorry I missed on writing during March! To make up for it, I'm doing my fourth tables now for April! Again, there will be two, one for GI Joe Sigma 6 and the other for Dragon Flyz.
The only difference is that the Sigma 6 one will be set in my Coffee Fiend AU. Here are the tables on my livejournal:
Dragon Flyz: http://lovelykitta.livejournal.com/57715.html
GI Joe Sigma 6: http://lovelykitta.livejournal.com/57390.html
And again, for any curious, I got my prompt table from here: http://100-prompts.livejournal.com/
This time around I'm doing the Table A for the fifty prompts.
I've completed my third prompt tables!
For any interested, the completed tables can also be found on my livejournal.
Dragon Flyz: http://lovelykitta.livejournal.com/39767.html
GI Joe Sigma 6: http://lovelykitta.livejournal.com/40143.html
I'm going to take the month of February as a break for now. See you guys in March!
I'm doing yet another prompt table! Once again, there will be one for GI Joe Sigma 6 and one for Dragon Flyz.
My prompt tables can be found here:
Dragon Flyz: http://lovelykitta.livejournal.com/39767.html
GI Joe Sigma 6: http://lovelykitta.livejournal.com/40143.html
I got the table from 100_prompts on livejournal, found here: http://100-prompts.livejournal.com/
Basically it's a crossover with Doctor Who that would serve as a finale to Dragon Flyz since that never did get its story done.
Basically, the 13th Doctor and her companions find themselves in an alternate dimension aka the Dragon Flyz dimension.
Basically, it's the Doctor aiming to make peace between Airlandis and mutants of Earth. Certain people in Airlandis and Dread Wing are opposed to the Doctor but in the end, the Doctor gives Dread Wing a chance to make peace. He refuses and in turn, his forces and even his dragon Blackheart turned against him.
It turns out the Doctor aware of the opposition had been manipulating everyone but her companions. Basically willing to get herself kidnapped and giving her compsnions explicit instructions when rescuing her that would give her enough time to break free and do her convincing to Dread Wing's minions and his dragon. Same goes for other Dragonators who actually wanted her gone save for the main cast.
That sounds far more like a Dr. Who episode than a finale to Dragon Flyz. And sorry, I've been out of the Doctor Who fandom for years, so I'm no where near ready to dive back in just for a single cross over.