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raisedbymoogles) wrote2016-02-17 10:35 pm
raisedbymoogles) wrote2016-02-17 10:35 pm
I crossover'd again, halp. XD
The stars aligned: this post on Tumblr, and the season finale of RWBY leaving me a mess of Feels. The challenge was to mashup your oldest fandom and your newest fandom.
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For a moment, seeing the white-masked monsters that were swarming through the streets of their home city, the four of them tasted despair.
“Any word from April?” Leonardo forced the words out of a throat gone dry. Donatello shook his head tightly, never taking his eyes off the oncoming swarm. Leo huffed out a breath. “Okay. We’ll just have to trust her to lock down the source of - of - “
He gestured helplessly, and his brothers understood. This was beyond words.
“Above!” Raphael warned. The four of them scattered, their shells buffeted by the shockwave created by a shadow-black raven the size of a bus. Leo and Donny used the flight to fuel their charge, into the teeth of the enemy; crying out a wild challenge, Michelangelo joined Raph in harrying the raven monster.
“Bring it on, KFC!” he hollered, and mid-swing at a semi-upright wolf Leo had to chortle.
For a while all was breath and steel, impact and dodge, act and react. Leonardo’s muscles burned; his mind ached. Monsters fell under his swords, dissolved into the air only to be replaced with more in a never-ending wave. It was a while before any of them realized they weren’t fighting alone.
Raph and Mikey had wounded the raven-monster, but the final blow was struck by a skinny red-headed girl who looked like she couldn’t have lifted the massive hammer she handled like it was light as paper. Donatello got a little breathing space thanks to a boy with pink streaks in his black hair; his friend, a blond guy wielding a broadsword and a shield like he was freaking Galahad or something, charged into the thick of the battle.
“Jeez, that idiot,” Pink Streaks muttered. “You okay?”
Donatello blinked when he realized Pink Streaks was talking to him. “Uh - yeah,” he managed. “Just, uh, a little surprised you aren’t attacking me along with those monsters.”
Pink Streaks rolled his eyes. “Please, we know the difference between a faunus and a Grimm.”
“Faunus… …Grimm? …Wait!”
Donatello followed his benefactor, making his way into the bottlenecked knot of monsters; from farther up the street, Raph and Mikey raced Hammer Girl to do the same. In the center of the chaos, Leonardo swung his katana and felt it ring against metal: a strange scythe, in the hands of a silver-eyed girl in a red hood. Time seemed to stop, that ringing of clashing metal creating an eye of silence in the center of that maelstrom, and Leonardo felt the moment pierce the center of his warror’s heart.
The scythe-wielding girl spun, neatly decapitating a bearlike monster. “Hi!” she chirped. “I’m Ruby, from Beacon! Nice to meet you, what school are you with?”
“Uh. -Oh sh-” Leo lunged back, cutting another monster into pieces in one stroke. “School? Uh - Hamato, I guess.”
“Never heard of it!” Ruby called over her shoulder, winding up for another powerful swing. “I guess there’s all kinds of places out here I haven’t heard of!”
“Yeah,” Leonardo muttered, reversing his grip, feeling the approach of his brothers like a fresh surge of energy in his limbs. “I know the feeling.”
*
For a moment, seeing the white-masked monsters that were swarming through the streets of their home city, the four of them tasted despair.
“Any word from April?” Leonardo forced the words out of a throat gone dry. Donatello shook his head tightly, never taking his eyes off the oncoming swarm. Leo huffed out a breath. “Okay. We’ll just have to trust her to lock down the source of - of - “
He gestured helplessly, and his brothers understood. This was beyond words.
“Above!” Raphael warned. The four of them scattered, their shells buffeted by the shockwave created by a shadow-black raven the size of a bus. Leo and Donny used the flight to fuel their charge, into the teeth of the enemy; crying out a wild challenge, Michelangelo joined Raph in harrying the raven monster.
“Bring it on, KFC!” he hollered, and mid-swing at a semi-upright wolf Leo had to chortle.
For a while all was breath and steel, impact and dodge, act and react. Leonardo’s muscles burned; his mind ached. Monsters fell under his swords, dissolved into the air only to be replaced with more in a never-ending wave. It was a while before any of them realized they weren’t fighting alone.
Raph and Mikey had wounded the raven-monster, but the final blow was struck by a skinny red-headed girl who looked like she couldn’t have lifted the massive hammer she handled like it was light as paper. Donatello got a little breathing space thanks to a boy with pink streaks in his black hair; his friend, a blond guy wielding a broadsword and a shield like he was freaking Galahad or something, charged into the thick of the battle.
“Jeez, that idiot,” Pink Streaks muttered. “You okay?”
Donatello blinked when he realized Pink Streaks was talking to him. “Uh - yeah,” he managed. “Just, uh, a little surprised you aren’t attacking me along with those monsters.”
Pink Streaks rolled his eyes. “Please, we know the difference between a faunus and a Grimm.”
“Faunus… …Grimm? …Wait!”
Donatello followed his benefactor, making his way into the bottlenecked knot of monsters; from farther up the street, Raph and Mikey raced Hammer Girl to do the same. In the center of the chaos, Leonardo swung his katana and felt it ring against metal: a strange scythe, in the hands of a silver-eyed girl in a red hood. Time seemed to stop, that ringing of clashing metal creating an eye of silence in the center of that maelstrom, and Leonardo felt the moment pierce the center of his warror’s heart.
The scythe-wielding girl spun, neatly decapitating a bearlike monster. “Hi!” she chirped. “I’m Ruby, from Beacon! Nice to meet you, what school are you with?”
“Uh. -Oh sh-” Leo lunged back, cutting another monster into pieces in one stroke. “School? Uh - Hamato, I guess.”
“Never heard of it!” Ruby called over her shoulder, winding up for another powerful swing. “I guess there’s all kinds of places out here I haven’t heard of!”
“Yeah,” Leonardo muttered, reversing his grip, feeling the approach of his brothers like a fresh surge of energy in his limbs. “I know the feeling.”