Don't Diss the Ninja Tricks

[gangstageek.livejournal.com]

There is an empty spot at a table. Completely and utterly empty. Everyone knows no one is sitting there and there's no obvious sign someone IS going to sit there.

That is until someone is suddenly THERE with no prior sign of being anywhere near there. In fact, not many may recognize him. He wasn't around for any of the pod popped meetings, and he certainly wasn't the same ninja who was a doctor. For one, this one had a hat and no lab coat. Also a bit shorter too.

Dark Smoke Puncher figured since people DID know he was here now, he might as well try to get to know the crew. If it really was a secret ninja battle royale, than at least he could get to know his opponents instead of getting jumped because it was harder to hide from ninjas.

People may notice that his glop that was called food was decreasing in volume, yet he never moved his mask. It was clear he was eating too as he stated, "dawg, this stuff is rank!" Really, he'd prefer his mom's 'famous stewed beats.'

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[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

"Oh my god, a ninja!" Wyn says excitedly, sliding into a nearby chair and grinning. She'd always wondered what the mask actually did for stealth; it basically announces the fact that the person wearing it is a ninja. Maybe it just looks cool.

"... hi!" she continues belatedly, realizing that maybe her outburst wasn't quite the best way to announce her presence.

[gangstageek.livejournal.com]

There was a whole reason for the ninja mask. It wasn't stealth, it was secrecy. It was the McNinja tradition to have a mask put on at birth. Because then no one knew what you look like. And at the time you might be betrayed by everyone, even your family?

You simply take off the mask.

And no one will ever find you.

The reaction was not something Dark Smoke Puncher was unfamiliar with. There were always one kid or another who made the remark. Usually geeky kids, but considering how few people there were, making a rep of being rude might not be the best. "Yo dawg," Dark Smoke Puncher greeted. "Yeah, I'm a ninja, word." Some more of the gloop vanished without any obvious cause.

At least she was cute. Maybe he should try to impress her?

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

Wyn is one of the geeky kids! (Well, one of the geeky university students, at least.) "I thought so. The mask is kind of a giveaway." she says with a nod. "Got a name, ninja kid?"

You've already impressed Wyn, Dark Smoke Puncher. You're a ninja.

[gangstageek.livejournal.com]

Hopefully the being impressed outweighs the annoying gangsta talk. "A ninja's gotta advertise to get some business, yo. Plus it's, ya know, tradition. The name's Dark Smoke Puncher, word," Dark Smoke Puncher replied.

Damn it, he was really liking not having to talk like that. That was the one advantage on being a low profile.

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

... maybe it does. It depends on how long this conversation lasts. "Business like what? I don't think people really want assassinations on the ship. ... well, Stacy doesn't want assassinations, which kind of puts a stop to it right there."

"I'm Wyn. Nice to meet you, Dark Smoke Puncher." Wyn says cheerfully. To her credit, she only hesitates a bit before saying his name (really, was that his name? Who names their child Dark Smoke Puncher?).

[gangstageek.livejournal.com]

"You be tripping if you think that's all a ninja can do. Check it, ninjas can do recon, other forms of spying, or other missions that involve the select set of skills a ninja has to be quick, fast, and silent, yo," Dark Smoke Puncher explained. Though he'd have to look into this no assassination thing.

"Pleasure's all mine, Wyn. Word," he added. He wanted to be polite to Wyn. But he still had to do the damn gangsta talk. He hates the day he decided he had too.

And no, Dark Smoke Puncher wasn't his real name. His real name was Sean, but don't diss the ninja name. He actually kind of liked it and it was a right of passage and all.

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

Wyn shrugs. "Fair enough. I don't meet a whole lot of ninjas, or any ninjas for that matter, so I'm just going by what the TV's taught me." Well, she's pretty sure Ryan's a ninja, but it's not as if he's ever confirmed her belief.

She won't mind if he stops talking like a gangsta. Really. Not a bit.

[gangstageek.livejournal.com]

Too bad he's convinced himself he's gotta continue it. If he stops and starts back at home again, his brother will realize something is up and that's a whole other barrel of fish.

"TV gives a mixed bag, yo. Half truths and the like, but a ninja's gotta keep some secrets, dawg," Dark Smoke Puncher said.

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, it's like that with magic too." Wyn agrees dryly. "Except in our case the TV trends more towards making things up as they go along rather than half-truths." No, sorcerors do not wear those stupid pointy hats, nor do they wear the stage-magician tuxedoes. None of them solve crimes-- well, actually, it might be nice if they did, but they don't.

[gangstageek.livejournal.com]

"Magic is usually a lot weirder in reality," Dark Smoke Puncher said. Knife eye attack. Weirdest damn spell ever. "Dawg," he quickly added. He hated when he forgot.

"You a magic user, yo?"

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

This look? This is the look of someone who's starting to pick up on the slightly... erratic placement of gangsta phrases. It doesn't bother her enough to mention it yet, but she's not completely unobservant.

"Nah, not me." Wyn shakes her head quickly. "Mad scientist." ... she really shouldn't say things like that quite so cheerfully.

[gangstageek.livejournal.com]

"Really? That's sick, dawg," Dark Smoke Puncher said. Ninjas were hired a lot by mad scientists.

[potentialmonkey.livejournal.com]

"Shyeah. Preachin' to the choir hear bro. Which is why I've been eating in the sensoriums. May be the same snot-like-substance Stacy's feedin' us in here, but at least it tastes like food."

[gangstageek.livejournal.com]

"You can do that? Yo, wish I knew that sooner instead of trying to eat this trash," Dark Smoke Puncher said, giving the food the evil eye.

[crazychanger.livejournal.com]

"You do not look anythink like zat ninja bot," Blitzwing commented, sliding into a seat.
Swap!
"But you look vezzy interestink! Ahahahahahahaha!" Random giggles maniacally. Again.

[gangstageek.livejournal.com]

Dude.

It was a robot.

IT WAS A FRICKIN' ROBOT!

WHO WAS SOME SORT OF AI!

How cool was that?!

Dark Smoke Puncher held in his glee, however, as he looked at Blitzwing. "Yo, dawg, I ain't no ninja robot. I'm the real deal, ninja blood and everything, word."

[crazychanger.livejournal.com]

"Interestink. I did not know organics could be...vhat vas it again-" He briefly conversed with himself before coughing. "-ah, right. Ninjas."
Random energetically takes the reins again.
"Ahahahahaha joo haff a funny vay of speakink!" the triplechanger giggles. The fact that he has a strong German accent has either completely escaped him or he's just blatantly ignoring it. Possibly both simultaneously.

[gangstageek.livejournal.com]

"Ninjas have been on the block long before robots on my Earth, dawg. Of course they can," Dark Smoke Puncher said.


"No more whack then how you're talking, yo."

[crazychanger.livejournal.com]

Another swap, as Icy pushes Random aside.
"Zen ve-" note that he refers to himself (themselves?) as we rather than I "-must come from a different version of Earth zan yours. Cybertron and its inhabitants haff been around a long time before organics evolved."
He seems to be unusually talkative today. He seems to find Dark Smoke Puncher rather interesting, despite his aloof nature.

[gangstageek.livejournal.com]

Dark Smoke Puncher caught on to the change, raising an eyebrow. We? So more than one brain or maybe a crazy AI program.

Sweet! If an AI was advanced enough to be crazy, it had to be REALLY advanced.

"Sounds like it, yo. What's Cybertron?" He asked, trying to keep his interest and fascination from being too present in his voice.

[crazychanger.livejournal.com]

"A planet, populated by...giant robots, as you vould say, alzough ve call ourselves Cybertronians. Ze planet itself is made out of metal."
Blitzwing idly toys with some slop, unwilling to eat it. He wasn't that hungry anyway-and he could always stop by the Sensoriums later.

[gangstageek.livejournal.com]

A world made of metal. Full of giant robots.

"Dude, that's awesome!" Dark Smoke Puncher said before he could stop himself. "Uh...if you're into that stuff, I mean, yo," he quickly added, trying to appear aloof again.

[crazychanger.livejournal.com]

"AHAHAHAHAHA!" Random cackles before he can stop himself not that he ever wanted to and suddenly stops laughing out of nowhere as his face changes. Mentally, Icy shoves him aside-and then Random abruptly shoves back, his faceplate switching again.
It's a little disturbing.

"It is, isn't it?" Random giggles enthusiastically. "But organics are interesting too! Especially you!"
He seems to be genuinely meaning it, too. It's not like the obviously crazy triplechanger cuts people apart like some sort of one-eyed purple scientist after all.

[gangstageek.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah, there was definitely strange about this guys personality program before it was quite twitched. But again, it was also AWESOME because it takes some real advanced work to make crazy robots.

"I am a dope mofo, yeah, but why do you think I'm especially awesome, yo?" Dark Smoke Puncher asked. Maybe he had something that attracted robots? That'd be sweet.

[crazychanger.livejournal.com]

Random gets shoved aside again for Icy.
"Vell. For one, jour...accent seems to be dropping out every few sentences. Two: jou haff had an interest in me ever since I sat here and started talking to you, but you haff tried to hide it. And three; you are not like anyzing I haff ever seen before."
Blitzwing sits back with a satisfied little smile on his face. It's rather creepy to be honest.
"Does zat answer your question?"
Because if you're done asking, he has questions of his own.