| raisedbymoogles ( @ 2009-12-30 22:51:00 |
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| Current music: | Until The End - Breaking Benjamin |
| Entry tags: | author: raisedbymoogles, prompt: crossovers |
Just Three Days / Who Rules the Roost? / Sometimes, It Blows Up In Your Face
Title: Just Three Days
Characters: Cloud/Tobias
Series: FFVII/Animorphs
Rating: G
Team: Avalanche
Word Count: 100
“So, just to recap.” It wasn’t the first time Cloud had talked to a bird, but not even chocobos usually answered back. “There’s an evil alien in General Sephiroth’s head, making him do all that stuff.”
[Crazy as it sounds,] said the hawk’s voice in his head, [I’m afraid so.]
Cloud nodded determinedly. “But we can get it out of his head, we just have to keep him trapped for three days.”
[Keep him out of the Kandrona pool,] Tobias agreed with a ruffle of his feathers.
Cloud cast a dubious glance at the reinforced library door. “Right. No problem.”
Title: Who Rules the Roost?
Characters: Bo Obama, a chocobo
Series: FFVII/current events
Rating: G
Team: Avalanche
Word Count: 100
The man they’d gotten to look after Bo while his People were away was nice enough. He was generous with food and treats, and once he’d gotten the man trained in the ways of belly-rubs, Bo had no complaints about Cloud Strife.
The problem was, the man was a package deal.
“Wurf?”
“Wark!”
Bo danced around the giant warbird, and the gold shifted around to keep him in view. “Arf!” he exclaimed, and went in for a lightning-quick nip on its ankle.
”Waaark!”
The chocobo was faster. Bo yelped and sped to Cloud, throbbing from the peck to the head.
Title: Sometimes, It Blows Up In Your Face
Characters: Hojo, Kremzeek
Series: FFVII/Transformers (G1)
Rating: G
Team: Avalanche
Word Count: 100
No cloud without a silver lining, that was Hojo’s motto. The alien warmechs were annoying, destructive, and distracting, but their tech was nothing to be sneezed at. Why, with only a fraction of the advanced science they wielded, he could…
...well, he was getting ahead of himself. First he had to open this complicated lock on the box he’d stolen- borrowed, with subterfuge- more or less from the aliens’ front doorstep. Just one more wire, and...
The lid popped open. A streak of jagged yellow light leaped free.
“Kremzeek!” it shrieked.
Hojo screamed like a little girl and fell backwards.