[Fan Fiction] make up a big o scene!

It's about time sidekicks and minions got their place in the spotlight. I predict Dove Silver & T-Bone Platinum's will be when they try to break out of jail.

Nice piece, Big Ben!

Pygmalion

Thanks! I gotta give credit to ACT though, for creating the setting which made that scene possible.

Your scene was pretty good too, Pen. And Tony, as always, puts out quality work.

I'm probably gonna get strangled by some radical Fanfic writer for this...

But here's my own Big O scene from my fanfic "The Greatest Thief- Act 18 1/3" (works in progress).
((It's a Big O and LupinIII crossover...I forgot if we had a crossover thread or not. Oh darn ))


The scene changes to the Military Police headquarters outside the domes. A battered and bent up bike leans against a dumpster outside and the man walks into the building battered, bruised, and really messed up. He walks down the hallway and a few officers who are sorting files look up at him.
“What are you staring at,” the dusty man glares. The officers hastily go back to sorting files and the man begins to walk down the hallway again…the officers look at each other and shake their heads.
“Ah good afternoon Inspector,” Dastun said in a semi kind voice, he looks up. “Uhh…are you ok?”
“Oh yah. I’m fine…the ride was a bit longer than I had anticipated. Now then Colonel let me get down to business, but first things first. The name’s Zenigata.” He shakes hands with the colonel and then sits down in a chair.
“I would expect it was a long ride from Electric City, but not too many people travel the road by bicycle mind you,” the colonel sighed. “Now then, what is that you came here for Inspector?”
”Oh yah. I wanted to inform you that the worlds greatest has just entered your happy little city-”
“Beck?! No! That can’t be, he hasn’t been locked up for more than twenty-four hours yet!”
“Take it easy Colonel. I don’t know who this 'Beck' fella is you’re talking about but I doesn’t really matter. What matters is catching the guy I was following, Lupin the Third.”
“Lupin…the Third? Never heard of the guy,” Dastun replied as he got up to get a cup of coffee.
“Now listen here Colonel!” Zenigata yells, “Lupin is the world’s greatest thief and he’s come into your city! He’s here to steal the most valuable things you got and you’re just going to stand around here doing nothing!!?”
Dastun slams his mug on his desk. “Inspector. You aren’t the person who gives the orders around here.”
“But Sir...you don’t know Lupin! He’s evil I tell ya. You can’t just let him get away with what he’s planning!”
Calmly Dastun puts on his hat and turns around to face Inspector Zenigata. “And what is it, Inspector that he’s planning to steal?”
“Uhh…Well you see…”
“Yes...” Dastun growls.
“I haven’t exactly figured that out yet, Sir. But believe me I’m going to find his sorry behind and bring him back here in chains!”
“GET OUT! Inspector, just get OUT!”
“Hey! Wait a second! You don’t underst-” Dastun grabs Zenigata and throws him out his office door smashing him into a wall…Zenigata’s brown hat lands gracefully on his butt. *ow*
“Inspector, I’ll get you a ride to a hotel where you can stay temporarily. Men, get this man out of my sight!”
A group of officers grab Zenigata and twisting and struggling they bring him outside and push him towards an awaiting taxi. Zenigata is pushed inside and the door is slammed shut. The driver nods and then drives away.



((comments? Ratings? Flaming spam? ...more hopefully the first two ))

LOL! I think the way Dastun gets immediately fed up with Zenigata is great. That's likely what would happen, in my opinion. Are you going to continue? Are Lupin and Beck going to team up? Beck has always reminded me of Lupin, only.. not as classy and much more likely to screw things up.

nah beck isn't gonna help lupin. More or less Lupin helps himself! hehe (pun)






Anyways, Zenigata actually makes his way to Roger after a close encounter with a ceiling fan and Dale at the Speakeasy I WOULD post more but I really want to release at least half of the fanfic at once if I can.

(I'm more than half way done, but it'll still be a while until a good enough copy is made up)

You know, all I got so far is an Alpha assuming the next phase of editing is the Beta

Now then if we pick up where I left off



The driver nods and then drives away. The taxi slows down and stops at a red light in front of a department store, people crowd around the display windows looking at merchandise.
“Damn it all,” he sighs. “Now then where would I be if I was Lupin…DRIVER! To the nearest bar! I’ll bet Lupin is there. The man can’t live without his--”
“--WINE! BEER! Drinks! Oh yah, jackpot! Come on guys!” Lupin smiles. They walk inside, all except for Goemon.
“Oh come on Goemon.”
“No.”
“I’m sure they’d have some Sake in stock or something just come on!” Lupin grabs Goemon’s shoulder and drags him quickly inside.
The full view of the bar can be seen. Its name written in fancy letting on the door: “THE SPEAKEASY”. The gang sits down at the bar table and talk a little about what they had to do to get away from old Pops on the last caper. Outside a taxi stops and a man gets out.
“Thank you. Now then...where’s Lupin.”
It’s Zenigata. He looks up the street, down the street and across the street. Finally he looks behind him. “OH!” He smiles broadly hiding his embracement and looks in the window of the Speakeasy.

“Hmm” sighs Lupin, “This wine isn’t the best I’ve ever had, but I suppose it’ll have to do.” He groans and finishes his glass. He looks up at the bar and then turns quickly. “OH CRAP!”

“What is it Lupin? Damn it how the hell did he get here?!” Jigen groaned.

“AH HAA!! I GOT YOU SURROUNDED LUPIN!!!” Zenigata bursts through the door and grabs his handcuffs.

“Oh come on…we can’t get rid of you for a second Pops.”

“GRRR!! Well Lupin I’d like to see YOU get out of here! I’m blocking your only exit! HAHAHA!”

Lupin nods to Jigen. Jigen grabs his revolver and shoots the fan above the door. The fan crashes down on top of Zenigata and breaks into pieces.
“Ok now’s our chance.” Lupin jumps through the door followed by Fujiko and Goemon, Jigen jumps through a window.
Dale walks around the bar and stands in front of the unconscious Zenigata. He looks at the windows and the fan and then picks up Zenigata…instantly he comes to.

“Huh what the…...hey what are you…HEY…WOOOOAAAHH!!!!!”

Dale throws Zenigata out into the street where he lands on a car stopped at the light. The car is jet black and with very ornate chrome details. It was the Griffon, and Zenigata crashed through the roof of the car and landed in the back seat!

“What the hell…Who in the hell are y-… uhh Sir are you alright?”


((BWHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!! ))

Good job, Dude. You have given Big O a difference angle.

And what would that be? 175? or 42?

This may seem a bit out of character, but here is a minific that doesn't result in a dream or death of somebody. Look out for Zola's version of this story, it will be gorgeous.

Any questions, concerns, comments and scorn would be appreciated.

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Roger sat in his Study. He stared vacantly at a window, partially covered by some curtains. His thoughts never ceased to remind him of the task at hand. He reached for a pen, but stopped. He then reached for his case report, but stopped as well. “This is never going to stop! I need to take care of this situation, once and for all.”

Roger stood up and pressed the intercom button. “Norman, is Dorothy here?” he asked firmly.

“Yes, sir. Is there a problem?” the elderly man replied.

“Yes, but only Dorothy can resolve it,” Roger replied slowly.

He paced back and forth, thinking of what he needed to say. His thoughts ran rampant in his mind. He became anxious and impatient. Just before he was about to hit the intercom button again, there was a knock on his door.

“Roger Smith,” the feminine voice gently called. “May I come in?”

“Yes,” Roger replied. “I need you to help me solve an in issue.”

Dorothy entered the room and stood next to Roger. Her eyes were fixed on his. “Roger, what is it?”

Roger looked away. He felt his heart racing inside his throat. He was barely able to control his anxiety. But, after a few moments, he recollected himself. “Dorothy, it’s been five years since we met.”

“Five years, 132 days, 16 hours…” Dorothy replied in her calculated tone.

“Thank you,” Roger interrupted. “You have helped me very well. You’re work around here has been invaluable to Norman and I. Your assistance in navigating Big O is uncanny. And…”

“Roger, I don’t know what you are trying to say,” Dorothy stated, she seemed worried.

Roger became silent for a moment. He wondered what she was thinking, since reading her body and facial expressions wasn’t revealing. He cleared his throat, and explained, “My client has a dilemma. He wants to engage in a lifetime partnership with another party.”

“Sounds like a difficult proposition,” Dorothy responded, she didn’t display any emotion. “What are his terms? What are hers?”

“I am not sure about of her terms, but his terms are simple,” Roger replied. He walked to his desk, removed a box from his desk drawer, and gave it to Dorothy. “He wanted to present her with this, a token of his commitment.”

Dorothy opened the box and looked inside. “It is very lovely,” Dorothy responded. “I am certain that she would agree to these terms. But, I am not sure why he needs a negotiator for this particular case.”

Noticing that she was still preoccupied, Roger kneeled before her. “Dorothy, would you do me the honor of being my wife.”

Dorothy stood staring at him. She seemed entrenched in thought. Suddenly, with tears in her eyes, she ran up and hugged him tightly. "Roger, you louse. I didn't think…. I didn't know… Yes!"

Roger didn’t mind the pain in his rib cage. He continued to dwell in her embrace. “Dorothy, I never expressed my true feelings to you. I know that I was wrong. The last few days…” She covered his mouth with her petite finger. He could see the warm smile of his true love. The sight of her glowing eyes melted any resistance that he had. He pressed his lips on her neck, and then whispered, “I love you.”

Congratulations on post # 1000, Tony! Nice little tale.

Awww. *melts into a puddle*

Gosh, Tony, what a nice scene. Hear that, Sunrise? This is what we want to see!

Pygmalion

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Originally posted by Pygmalion Awww. *melts into a puddle* Gosh, Tony, what a nice scene. Hear that, Sunrise? This is what we want to see! Pygmalion

Well, "I" wouldn't mind, but others would... Quite nice though.

...dude what's with the attitude O_o
Jeez...


It's very nice Tony. bravo

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Originally posted by evanASF27 ...dude what's with the attitude O_o Jeez... It's very nice Tony. bravo

Huh? I actually liked it, but pointed out there are some who don't. I THINK I saw some people like that anyway..

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Originally posted by tvperez This may seem a bit out of character, but here is a minific that doesn't result in a dream or death of somebody. Look out for Zola's version of this story, it will be gorgeous. Any questions, concerns, comments and scorn would be appreciated.

Nice story. As for your worries of things seeming a bit out of character, it has been five years, 132 days, and 16 hours since the first episode. Characters can change and develop a lot in that length of time. They seemed believable to me.

Kudos.

Very nice Tony. Indeed this is what we want to eventually see happen for real. We need a Sunrise leasion to our forums here.
Negotiation result: We have come to terms, for life.

AWW! This is beautiful!

I agree. THIS is what we want to see.

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Negotiation result: We have come to terms, for life.

Best statement!

Later,
Pen1300

That was very nice. Thanks for that brief glimpse into a possible future.

Okay, I've got me creative juices flowing. Here's an alternate ending to Big O. Please keep in mind that this is based off of the Cartoon Network edited version, which means no Roger in the Griffon scene.

Big O - Metropolis

"Roger... the Negotiator."

Big Venus stomped forward, coming toward Big O head on. For a second, it almost seemed like they would collide; but instead, as the cool white megadeus came in contact with the dark grey megadeus, they merged together, moving inward to a single line. Finally, as both became invisible, a bright flash of light covered the entire world, wiping even the grid covering the ground and skies away.

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Slowly, ever so slowly, the skies above Paradigm City began to clear. The giant stage rigging which had towered overhead came into view for only a second before they too disapeared, being replaced by the bright, warm light of the sun. Along with them vanished the domes which had kept the city from being whole for so long. Even more amazing was the inexplicable repair of every road and structure in the entire area. There was no sign of there every having been a fight...

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"Ye not Guilty"
Roger opened his eyes. He stared down at Big O's viewscreen, blinking it's familiar message over and over.

"Roger."

The negotiator looked back in surprise, starting a bit a the sight of a red-haired android in a skintight wetsuit gazing back at him, several wires plugged into her open forehead.

"What the--? Dorothy?"

"Who else?"

Roger blinked a couple of times before the memories came streaming back, and he smiled.

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The open blue sky shimmered down on Ailesberry Farm, as if proudly proclaiming to the world how bountiful the harvest was. Almost impercivably, a plant shuffled. And again.

Alex Rosewater lay on the ground, white suit covered in dirt, curled into a fetal position. His face was streaked with tears, tears that were still flowing.

"Dad... Dad..."

He reached out with trembling fingers, taking grasp of what he thought to be his father's hand. But as he pulled it toward him, his focus cleared and he saw what it truly was: A tomato. He dropped it, letting it splatter across the dirt, squeezing himself tighter, trembling, and spoke but once more.

"Dad."

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Roger slumped back in his chair, still stunned at all that had happened. Dorothy watched on, possibly a little bemused, although she gave no sign of it. Roger streched a black-gloved hand to push back his hair, but stopped as a strange, muffled sound penetrated Big O's cockpit.

"Can you hear that, Dorothy?"

"My hearing is twenty-five percent better than yours, Roger."

"I'll take that as a 'yes'."

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Big Ear's eyes scrolled across his newspaper, taking in every detail. His face had been restored, leaving the question of his identity once again a mystery. He allowed himself only a slight chuckle before turning the paper around.

"You don't know when to quit, do you, you young fool?"

"The Big O Wins!!"

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As Big O's cover plate slid open, Roger and Dorothy were treated to the full sound of an entire city cheering and celebrating. Not for a holiday, but for salvation, restoration, and them. The two cast glances at each other, Roger grinning mischieviously.

"Why can't you treat me like this, Dorothy?"

"Because you are a louse, Roger Smith."

Roger laughed, turning back to gaze out over the crowd.

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Beck paced back and forth angrily.

"Hey, old guy! How long are ya gonna stand there by that tin can!? Ain't cha' gonna go look for old Crow Boy?"

Norman paid no mind to the thief, instead tending the hot kettle of soup that was awaiting Roger upon his return. Beck sat down across from the butler, leaning his head against his hands.

"Can't I at least have some?"

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"Huh?"

Roger stared down at the group of MPs, being lead by none other than Dan Dastun and R. Frederick O'Reilly. They stopped, staring up at Roger and Big O, and snapped into a rigid salute. Roger looked down in shock, but, composing himself, did just the same. Dorothy looked at him, and certain he could not see her, let an almost sweet smile spread across her face.

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Angel lay face down upon a contol panel. The screens around her showed what was happening from different angles and areas; Dorothy and Roger gazing into the crowd, Big Ear nonchalently reading his paper, Dan Dastun allowing himself to be swept up into a dance with a very pretty lady. A withered hand slowly laid down on her shoulder, and she looked up to see Gordon Rosewater, staring intently at the images of Roger.

"Of all my tomatos, negotiator, you are not one of my most cherished. But you are certainly the most important."

Angel managed a weak nod, then, sensing another person behind her, turned to see Schwarzwald, arms folded, also staring at the screens showing Roger. He glanced down at her only a second before turning his eyes back and speaking.

"We... have come to terms."

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"Dorothy?"

"Yes, Roger?"

"If we lost our memories... do you think we would fall in love?"

Dorothy peered at him, then reached out with her arm, wrapping it around Roger's waist and leaning against him. Roger smiled, doing the same, and the two turned their faces toward the clear skies of Paradigm City.

Cast in the Name of God... Ye Not Guilty

Now there's terms I find quite acceptable. And I'm glad Roger got the question right this time. Kudos, Big Finale!

Pygmalion

Great stuff, Dude. Kudos!