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Alright, dudes, my buddy Raven's worried about her powers, as if she's more dangerous than anyone else around here! Who's up for proving we're all just as bad as she is? Hands up everyone who's ever accidentally hurt someone with their mutant mojo? Make with your stories!

[He grins. So, maybe the last thing Raven wants is to be dragged into the spotlight, but this is for her own good! And as her friend, of course he knows the best way to make her feel normal: prove that everyone else is a ticking time bomb, too.]

When I was eleven, I was practising transforming at the base. I just figured out how to get big a few days ago, and we were unwinding after nearly getting our butts kicked by The Brotherhod of Evil and I wanted to try out everything! Who wouldn't, right? C'mon.

I prooobably should have gone outside first, though. The last thing anyone wants when they're setting the table for lunch is a triceratops crashing through the ceiling right on them! We had to find someone to rebuild half of Robot Man, which took forever and I'm pretty sure if Elasti-Girl wasn't already Elasti, I'd have totally flattened her. I got grounded for like, a whole year after that, and we had to do a bunch of missions without him while he got better.

It was barely my fault anyway, though. They just don't make buildings like they used to back in the Cretaceous.

[He has the decency to look a little ashamed, at least.]

Now you go! And remember-it's for a good cause!
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[It is now a couple weeks into Garfield's first ever attempt at a formal education, and he isn't taking it gracefully. He's starting to figure out it's not exactly the escape from military sternness he was looking for-turns out getting an assignment back covered in red Xs is actually almost as bad as getting a telling off from his ex team leader.

He sighs and starts up the video feed on his phone. The green boy is sitting cross-legged on his bed, surrounded by papers, textbooks, and (for the keen observer) a few assignments with discouraging grades on them. He flops over right on top of them and starts whining.]


You guys, how come nobody warned me that school is the worst thing to ever happen to America's youth? And some of you have been doing this for years? I'm seriously a few minutes away from running off to join the circus instead. You know I'd be a hit, no effort required.

I'm soooo bored, and I've been working for like, half an hour, tops. What's the secret here? And what does this junk have to do with being an X-man, anyway? I'm not gonna be putting away baddies with...

[He grabs a paper at random.]

...Five paragraph essays. I'm not going to do anything with essays! Ever! And who cares about this history stuff, anyway? Hello, it happened like a jillion years ago?

I need someone to distract me before I go bananas. Anyone, dudes! This is Beast Boy, officially calling in an S O S.

[The arm that was holding the camera over his head drops to his side as he mock dies, hitting a half finished assignment before he turns it off.]

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