nitro_is_ace: (gleeful)
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The TARDIS is humming along brilliantly, and Ace is kicking back, perched on the edge of the control console while she waits for the end of their trip.

A bit of warm Italian sun will be brilliant. Plus? Gelato. Win!

Date: 2011-06-12 05:00 am (UTC)
creator_raven: (bird mocking)
From: [personal profile] creator_raven
Raven drops down onto her shoulder, a comfortably heavy weight.

Or maybe an annoyingly heavy weight.

He is good at that.

Plus, gelato.


And waiting is boring.

Date: 2011-06-12 05:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
She squirms out from under him, in a move reminicent of an eel wriggling of a fishing hook.

"You break my shoulder, we're goin' right back, an' you can do all y'house decoratin' on your own."

Date: 2011-06-12 05:19 am (UTC)
creator_raven: (bird pearls before swine)
From: [personal profile] creator_raven
He catches some of her hair in his beak and tugs.


He is, however, lighter than he was a moment ago.

This causes him significant problems when the TARDIS makes what appears to be a sharp 90 degree turn.


Date: 2011-06-12 05:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Ace yalps, but does her instructors proud when she goes to correct their course instead of thumping Raven one and making him let go of her hair.

That's what she does second.

Right before setting the brakes and scooping up her knapsack.
"I swear, can't take you anywhere."

Date: 2011-06-12 05:24 am (UTC)
creator_raven: (Default)
From: [personal profile] creator_raven
"It is only problematic, perhaps, when I am for traveling with you."

If he were human-shaped he would stick out his tongue.

Which is why he is very shortly human-shaped.

And not sitting on Ace's shoulder.


Date: 2011-06-12 05:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I'm your sister. I'm the one who takes your bullshit the least." She explains blithely. "C'mon, you owe me lots of gelato." The pyro is definitive as she strolls out the front door, ready for sun, sand, yummy frozen treats, and hot Italians.

She gets the first one, and the last one. Sort of.

She also gets a sword pointed at her chest.

Date: 2011-06-12 05:32 am (UTC)
creator_raven: (h b&w stare)
From: [personal profile] creator_raven
Raven, who has several swords pointed at his chest, flicks the one pointed at Ace with the forefinger of one hand.

She wanted gelato?

Hopefully most of it does not land on her shirt.

Or her shoes.

Maybe the Italians want some, too!

Date: 2011-06-12 05:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
The icy treat slops to the ground between their feet, and the Centurian who's sword is now melting in the cobbled road doesn't look terribly impressed by it.

Maybe he doesn't like hazelnut flavor.

Date: 2011-06-12 05:58 am (UTC)
creator_raven: (Default)
From: [personal profile] creator_raven
"That, I think, was mostly unexpected."

Sometimes Raven lies.

Date: 2011-07-16 04:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Two words in that sentence aren't true. For extra credit, explain t'me why that wasn't chocolate." Ace grumps, before turning the ultra-watt grinnage at the irate soldiers.
"Hullo! I'm..." She pauses, thoughtfully, attempting to think of a Roman-type name that sounds somewhat like 'Ace' for easy answering... then decides that isn't going to happen.
"I'm Ace, and this is Raven, an' were... marble purveyors." She blurts, naming off the first job she could think of.

Date: 2011-07-16 04:48 am (UTC)
creator_raven: (Default)
From: [personal profile] creator_raven
"Mostly because the color pink was more entertaining, yes?"

And by 'entertaining' he means 'funnier'.


His own grin reaches epic proportions as he looks at the Romans.

"Also I am very good at carrying things. So."

Once you have lifted up the moon, or the sun, anything else is a cakewalk.

Date: 2011-07-16 04:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
The soldiers look hesitant, but that's mostly because they've never been faced with two sunnily grinning strangers. That's just not the normal response to having sharp objects pointed in your direction.
"Except his end of a coherent conversation." Ace adds, cheerfully.

"... You are... married?" One of the soldiers hazards, looking dumbfounded.

Date: 2011-07-16 04:58 am (UTC)
creator_raven: (Default)
From: [personal profile] creator_raven
Raven wrinkles his nose.

"They, I think, are not so good at it, either."

And that is all he has to say about that.

One of the other soldiers blinks.


Date: 2011-07-16 05:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Ace rolls her eyes - clearly, her brother isn't going to help them out of this one. When did she get to be the responsible one in any relationship?

"Look, is there a problem here, or did we just wander in at the wrong moment?"

Date: 2011-07-16 05:08 am (UTC)
creator_raven: (Default)
From: [personal profile] creator_raven
"Wrong -- look here, now. You still have not identified yours -- "

It is at this point that thunder shakes the sky, and something brightly gleaming and --

Is that chartreuse? --

Goes streaking by, high up in the atmosphere, leaving a smoke trail behind it.

Raven snorts.

"The right moment, I am thinking, is possibly more accurate, yes?"


Date: 2011-06-18 03:16 am (UTC)
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