[Fan Fiction] make up a big o scene!

Well, here we go, first entry. Seems like fun!


Dear Mr. Negotiator,

I recall that you never answered my question: Do we control them, or do they control us? Don't bother contemplating it any further, now that I've reminded you; I don't need the answer. Funny, isn't it? How a reporter such as myself and a lap dog like you could possibly cross paths in the way that we did? When I piloted Big Duo, and fought you. When I said one of the Bigs had to go... was that the truth?

Perhaps my search for the truth was a mistake, a facade that I hid behind to shield myself from the real truth; that life is a grand illusion, perpetuated by memories, that the only truth is that there is no truth.
There have many times when I've believed it was best for me to quit, to end my quest and finally fade into the darkness that consistantly threatens to consume me.

Don't misunderstand my words, Roger Smith! I haven't become a disbeliever! I haven't stopped searching! I will never stop searching for the truth. Even so, as dedicated as I am, I still have doubts. But those doubts are what push me on! My doubts, the doubts of those others who also seek the truth, the ones who disbelieve the truth can be found, and those who believe there is no truth! They spur my search ever forward! Because those doubts and that disbelief are wrong! The truth exists, and I will find it!

However, I have not found that one truth, so my journey will continue, forever if need be, no matter what or who stands in my way. For you see, Roger Smith: I am not a puppet. I am not a lap dog. I am not a negotiator. I am one who will find the truth. And I will never give up.

Signed, Schwarzwald

Roger lowered the sheet of paper, staring off into the night sky.
"...good luck."

Was it okay? This was my first time trying to write for Schwarzwald (MAN he's hard to do)... oh, and I'm sorry if I accidentally plagerized material from the show...

Ben, your talent for comedy is always a delight to read. )

That was brilliantly done, Big Finale. That's the kind of stuff that adds background and depth to a character.

Schwarzwald's always hard to do, that's why I never attempted writing him except as Michael Seebach.

You've succeeded. Welcome to the fold, brothers.

Big Finale, that was excellent. I sincerely hope to see more of this.

Schwarzwald is severly misrepresented in fan-fic. It is good to see someone attempt to right like him, but it is even better when the succeed as well as you did.

Keep it up.

O_O;

Wow, thanks... thanks a lot.

This was it. They were finally taking the plunge. This would signify their ultimate union. In a way, he still felt like there was so much that he still didn't know about her... but when he saw the spark in her dark, faintly blue-rimmed eyes, he knew it was but a trifling uncertainty. Something to look forward to.

He hadn't wanted her in white, no; he had never been attracted to the color and it didn't suit her in the slightest. And besides, the bold scarlet hue of her dress, the color of wine, did so much to compliment the lovely brown tresses that stopped just under the delicate shell of each ear. She seemed to prefer it, too. Of course, it wasn't hard to get her to talk about her preferences lately.

And he loved her. He actually loved her. For the longest time he thought he wasn't even capable of it anymore. But this... this had to be love. At least as he understood it. Why else would he see her as a perfect creature, free of the expectations of the flesh but with still so much to learn and offer? She was yet a foreign and mysterious thing, and for all her quirks, he couldn't ever think to mar such arcane beauty.

She showed it in her own special little ways, as well. He was fascinated and so pleased with how quickly she adapted to expression through physical touch. When he first met her, she didn't seem to know a thing of its connotations. After all, she wasn't ever conditioned to love another person, really. Especially not this way.

An actual wedding wasn't quite their style. A part of him wanted to do it for tradition's sake, but then they weren't exactly a traditional couple, were they? Far from it. No, this... this would suffice. This would be perfect. Much better than your average ceremony, shared by thousands of couples throughout the years. This could be theirs and theirs alone.

So now they stood at the top of this tall building; a familiar setting. His dark jacket-sleeve stretched out over the edge, hand pointed towards one of the smaller domes in the distance. Above them, clouds layered upon one another in an endless ceiling that hovered beyond the horizon, bathing them and the city in a cool gray light, like gunmetal or a winter sea.

And he couldn't help but smile. "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"Yes..."

He heard the small note of barely-contained excitement in her voice and grinned, kissing her briefly on the red of her headband. "Well, I promised you a show..."

Taking her hand, he held both suspended in the air over the rest of the world. Their fingers entwined, and he settled her delicate gloved thumb with his own over the button of the slim black object he held. As she let out an anticipative snarl, he pressed just so--

For a split-second, there was that beautiful silence. And then that faraway dome released a brilliant eruption of light and fire as the structure burst apart on one side, all smoke and shrapnel and deafening booms. At the very same time a shriek of feral delight ripped through his lovely doll's throat, melting into uproarious, crazed laughter as she clawed elatedly at his jacket.

R.D.'s joy proving infectious, he crushed the detonator viciously in his cold metal hand to satisfy the rush of adrenaline in his bloodstream and let it fall into the street far below, laughing with ecstatic abandon right along with her.

And Alan knew: it couldn't get any better than this.








Um. Yeah. My take on all the "married" stories in this topic. >:3

...Heeey, where'd everybody go?

hah! awesome. young psychos in luurrrvee!

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Originally posted by tvperez You asked for it.

And I'm glad I did.

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I am not sure about the ending, so if you can think up a better one, by all means post it.

Liked the ending. And you were right, RD and Roger do make a cute couple.

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RD: ** She stopped playing the piano and stood up. ** You are such a louse, Rooooggggeeeerrrr Ssssmmmmith.

This bit was gold, pure gold.

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Originally posted by Advinius heh. bout time somebody put crow boy in his place... he certainly doesnt seem to be fighting too hard though, does he? hmmmm... Methinks mr negotiator is a lil too comfortable being bossed around for him to admit...

Perhaps he just needed an aggressive woman to break through his denial of his thing for androids.

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Originally posted by tvperez There is nothing wrong with a little psychosis to spice up any relationship. Besides, she only shoots those unfortunate souls that are on her "wish list". The incident between her and Roger was simply a misunderstanding.

Yes, and besides, she's better now. Now she's a loving and affectionate psychotic girlfriend.

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Originally posted by Xel R.D.'s joy proving infectious, he crushed the detonator viciously in his cold metal hand to satisfy the rush of adrenaline in his bloodstream and let it fall into the street far below, laughing with ecstatic abandon right along with her. And Alan knew: it couldn't get any better than

You know, Alan and RD make a cute couple too.

That's it! Everyone gets an android redhead.

Attack of The Dorothies

It had begun so innocently enough. Well, innocent enough for anything involving Master Criminal Jason Beck, AKA Beck Gold. He had just wanted to use his newly recovered Memories and the tech stash of Timothy Wayneright's he discovered to make a few android henchmen. The fact that the template for the automated android maker was permenently set on R. Dorothy mode didn't bother him much. He didn't really care about their looks or personality quirks as long as they did what they were supposed to do.

But then, as they often due around Beck, things got out of hand. He had lost control of the machine and the androids produced by it. Beck valiantly tried to stop the havoc he had inadvertenly wrought, but was quickly brought to heel and called a louse.

Soon the Dorothies made their move, swarming out of the complex to occupy the defenseless city of Paradigm. Down they marched the streets of both the Domes and the Illegal Residential Areas, a black clad army of petite feminine charm.

The Military Police tried to make a stand against them, but were quickly routed as the Dorothies asked them awkward questions about Love and Memories. Stammering and embarrased, they were rendered totally helpless before they could fire a shot.

The Black Megadeus too was neutralized before it could be brought to bear. Roger Smith ran to the cockpit of the Big O, only to find Dorothy Prime waiting for him with a new tie. He was soon oblivious to everything else, his sense of time all lost as he stared goo-goo-eyed at the android in front of him. And thus the Big O was not deployed.

And thus Paradigm fell, as everyone found himself awakened by piano music every morning. The entire city was helpless before barrages of sardonic comments and constant questions. Men everywhere found themselves fighting a losing battle to deny that they could possibly have feelings for "just an android," calling such notions "preposterious" only to break down and admit their feelings in the end. Blondes everywhere found themselves not being kissed. All of Paradigm was in the Dorothies grip.

Angel: **In the control room of Big Venus** Ok, this definitely calls for a reset!

I blame all of the above on suga, caffine, and sleep deprivation.

Xel: Now that's a couple that's made for each other! Great job!

Big Ben: I'm sure not everyone would mind Paradigm City being taken over by an army of Dorothies.

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Originally posted by Xel The Wedding a love story This was it. They were finally taking the plunge. This would signify their ultimate union. In a way, he still felt like there was so much that he still didn't know about her... but when he saw the spark in her dark, faintly blue-rimmed eyes, he knew it was but a trifling uncertainty. Something to look forward to. He hadn't wanted her in white, no; he had never been attracted to the color and it didn't suit her in the slightest. And besides, the bold scarlet hue of her dress, the color of wine, did so much to compliment the lovely brown tresses that stopped just under the delicate shell of each ear. She seemed to prefer it, too. Of course, it wasn't hard to get her to talk about her preferences lately. And he loved her. He actually loved her. For the longest time he thought he wasn't even capable of it anymore. But this... this had to be love. At least as he understood it. Why else would he see her as a perfect creature, free of the expectations of the flesh but with still so much to learn and offer? She was yet a foreign and mysterious thing, and for all her quirks, he couldn't ever think to mar such arcane beauty. She showed it in her own special little ways, as well. He was fascinated and so pleased with how quickly she adapted to expression through physical touch. When he first met her, she didn't seem to know a thing of its connotations. After all, she wasn't ever conditioned to love another person, really. Especially not this way. An actual wedding wasn't quite their style. A part of him wanted to do it for tradition's sake, but then they weren't exactly a traditional couple, were they? Far from it. No, this... this would suffice. This would be perfect. Much better than your average ceremony, shared by thousands of couples throughout the years. This could be theirs and theirs alone. So now they stood at the top of this tall building; a familiar setting. His dark jacket-sleeve stretched out over the edge, hand pointed towards one of the smaller domes in the distance. Above them, clouds layered upon one another in an endless ceiling that hovered beyond the horizon, bathing them and the city in a cool gray light, like gunmetal or a winter sea. And he couldn't help but smile. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" "Yes..." He heard the small note of barely-contained excitement in her voice and grinned, kissing her briefly on the red of her headband. "Well, I promised you a show..." Taking her hand, he held both suspended in the air over the rest of the world. Their fingers entwined, and he settled her delicate gloved thumb with his own over the button of the slim black object he held. As she let out an anticipative snarl, he pressed just so-- For a split-second, there was that beautiful silence. And then that faraway dome released a brilliant eruption of light and fire as the structure burst apart on one side, all smoke and shrapnel and deafening booms. At the very same time a shriek of feral delight ripped through his lovely doll's throat, melting into uproarious, crazed laughter as she clawed elatedly at his jacket. R.D.'s joy proving infectious, he crushed the detonator viciously in his cold metal hand to satisfy the rush of adrenaline in his bloodstream and let it fall into the street far below, laughing with ecstatic abandon right along with her. And Alan knew: it couldn't get any better than this. ~fin -------------------------------------------------------------- Um. Yeah. My take on all the "married" stories in this topic. >:3 ...Heeey, where'd everybody go?

I don't know where they all went, don't they know a great piece of literature when they read it?!
This was perfect. It was obvous that the girl in question was a R.Dorothy type android, but the fact that it was RD and then Alen was too good.

ANd Big Ben, I don't think that Big O would've attacked the mass Dorothies anyway. Although you should've alluded specifically to Norman's and perhaps Dastun's exact fate as well. Norman definately.

Big Ben, I like the way your mind works. A Paradigm full of Dorothies would certainly make it a mecca for fanboys. Not to mention Megadeuses.

Xel, that was one of the nicest pieces of misdirection I've seen in some time. Forget about a boring old cake -- blowing a dome certainly does make a statement!

Thanks!
Pygmalion

Big Ben, awesome stuff. Dorothys all around. You certainly must continue your writing.

Xel, your story is touching. Psycotics need love too, RD and Alan would make couple (of Paradigm's most wanted) of the year.

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Originally posted by Xel ...Heeey, where'd everybody go?

Absolutely perfect! Well done! Bravo!

*Zola applauds wildly*

Damn, you guys are good. Wonderfully done!

XEL YOU @#$%^&*!

I didn't think of it first!



I'm jealous!

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Originally posted by Prince-Consort Tesser XEL YOU @#$%^&*! I didn't think of it first! I'm jealous!

*cackles maniacally* Score ONE for the Xel-brain!

No, really. Thanks everyone. ^__^; I'll be honest, nothing but twisted material comes out of this mind of mine, so look forward to it! Or something. :3

Well, I wouldn't quite describe it as touching, tvperez, but I'm glad you think so. XD

I'd try my hand at something Alan/Angel (what can I say? The man's incredibly interesting. ), but I get the sense that it would NOT be a happy piece, and for the life of me, I don't know how to make it so. ^^; And Angel's been through enough already!

I think the next thing I write might be an extremely eerie suggested Alan/Roger fic of some kind... er, if my conscience will allow it, that is. >_> I wonder. *saunters off grumbling*

All right guys.

1.) Like the Dorothies scene. Liked the wedding too. Good pieces.

2.) I just took the Mary Sue stories and placed them into the appropriate Mary Sue thread (hence some post refer to that here). Please post any more Mary Sue scenes into that thread which is here.

So yeah, I just spent some time cleaning house in this thread. Posts were deleted for those of you who notice. BTW: Thanks LT for warning people.

So yeah, let's try not to get too off topic again. I don't want to have to lock this.

Thanks,
Pen1300

Beck giggled as he entered the cockpit. His master plan had worked perfectly. Thanks to the duplicate Roger Smith he constructed he had managed to summon Big O and gain access to its interior. And with Crow Boy and his girlfriend in the love nest trap he lured them into, no one would be able to oppose him.

"Now I am the Dominus of The Black Megadeus! Nothing can stand in my way!!"

He clapped his feet and laughed in triumph.

CAST IN THE NAME OF GOD YE SILLY

"Huh?"

And then the tomato cream pies began flying.

Very nice, Big Ben. Tomato cream pies? Eeeww...

Alan Gabriel was strolling. More specifically, he was strolling down a sidewalk. Even more specifically, he was strolling down a sidewalk outside the domes.

The people had cleared a path in front of him, pushing themselves up against the walls of buildings in order to stay as far away as possible from him. They'd seen enough freaks to know that they are generally deranged, dangerous, psychopathic, murderous and all-around hazardous to one's health.

Alan giggled, casting his gaze back and forth at the masses of people cowering away. Slowly he reached into his coat, and even more slowly, removed a gleaming gold gun. He began to giggle again as he raised it up, pointing the end of the barrel at a wide-eyed young boy, no older than ten. All of the people's face were turned to him as Alan slowly pulled back the trigger...

Dorothy looked up, pulling out of the kiss.

"Roger. Did you hear something?"

Roger shook his head.

"Nope. Not a thing."

"Oh."

The two resumed their make-out session in the cockpit of Big O, while the message Cast in the Name of God... Ye on Autopilot continously scrolled across the viewscreen. The little boy watched as Big O stomped away, Alan's twitching body pressed to it's foot.

Man, I'm so strapped for ideas...

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Originally posted by Big Finale Cast in the Name of God... Ye on Autopilot

LOL!

Actually, what a beautiful job setting the scene! I could just picture Alan walking along and people edging away.

Nice job!