curiosity (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
curiosity) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
fandomweekly2022-04-18 12:25 am
curiosity) wrote in fandomweekly2022-04-18 12:25 am
Entry tags:
[#132] A Better Plan (MDZS)
.
Theme Prompt: 132 - Superpowers
Title: A Better Plan
Fandom: MDZS
Rating / Warnings: G
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1,000 words.
Summary: Lightning Master and Yiling Patriarch are over run by robots in a small village. But help arrives!
Note: You are reading it right. There is a Jin Zixuan and a Jin Zixun. The one without the A is the stupid, bully cousin of the one with the A.
Jiang Cheng let loose with Zidian, his lightning whip, and brought a strange flying mechanical man crashing to the pavement with a sizzle of scorched metal and the stink of melted plastic.
“Shidi! Don’t fry them all! We need one for testing!”
Wei Wuxian’s exuberant shout reached across the battlefield, the parking lot of a small park, as he decapitated two of the androids with deft flicks of his demon talismans. The tell-tale red glow if his eyes gave away his use of the restricted power. His opponents collapsed into half-melted piles of slag.
“Don’t fry them yourself!” Jiang Cheng shot back, using his sword to dismember another of the endless enemies with efficient motions. “You’re in this fight too! We're being over run!”
“Yeah, but I have less control,” Wei Wuxian admitted gleefully, turning a whole swath of the metal men into puddles.
The red glow in his eyes was brighter now, trickling down his face like luminescent tears of blood. Jiang Cheng scowled and used his sword to surf on the electromagnetic field until he reached his teammate’s side. Wei Wuxian was dangerously pale. Black veins were rising up under his skin.
“You over did it again,” Jiang Cheng scolded, tapping his shoulder badge to call for backup. “Jiejie warned you not to over do it.”
Wei Wuxian pushed him away, or tried to. Jiang Cheng was solidly built compared to his emaciated frame. Jiang Cheng didn’t budge.
“Always the worry-wart,” he said instead, flippant as he unleashed two more talismans at the next wave of robots. “We can handle this mess by ourselves, shidi, you didn’t need to call for help.”
“You’re more important than showing off,” Jiang Cheng snapped, looping an arm around his idiot teammate’s waist as the other man sagged, his power drained.
“Aww,” Wei Wuxian crooned up at him, blood flecks on his lips, below the half-face ghost mask he wore. “You care.”
“Of course I care, you idiot,” Jiang Cheng shot back with a glare. “You’re my brother.”
Before Wei Wuxian could come up with a snappy comeback, relief arrived. Jin Zixuan in his guise as the Golden Glider, zoomed past them on his own sword, the symbol of their team, and turned all the remaining robots to gold.
It was nothing for his cousin, Jin Zixun, the Gilded Gladiator, to follow after him and crush the mechanical men, now that they were made of a much softer metal. In moments they had turned the entire army into so many shining piles of gold debris, ready to be smelted down and sold off to defray the property damage done to the small town that had been invaded. None of the robots was spared. The cousins made sure to pose in their coordinated, sword-emblazoned, golden costumes for all the people who had been watching a safe distance away.
Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng’s sister, Jian Yanli, the Lavender Lotus, settled to the ground beside them with a soft rustle of silk robes and the scent of lotus blossoms. She knelt and put two fingers to Wei Wuxian’s wrist, soft brown eyes worried behind the nine petaled lotus mask she wore.
“Oh A-Xian,” she sighed, the soft lavender glow of her healing power lighting up his entire body. “You’ve pushed yourself too far again.”
“I’m fine,” he protested, trying and failing to get up. “Jiang Cheng is just a drama queen.”
Jiang Cheng stood up, insulted. “Sure. That’s it.” He stomped off to inspect their former opponents, leaving Wei Wuxian to be coddled by their sister like he always was.
“Hey, Lightning Master!” Jin Zixun’s call was only cheerful on the surface. Jiang Cheng could hear the contempt. “Thanks for calling us in! We were getting bored back at headquarters!”
The Gilded Gladiator clapped Lightning Master on the back and grinned big, his wide smile framed by his gold mask that left only his mouth uncovered. Their watchers applauded and called out questions, ignoring the trashed parking lot and the few smoldering trees that had gotten caught in the way of Wei Wuxian’s talismans.
“How is he?” Jin Zixuan asked quietly, facing away from the crowd, looking to Wei Wuxian and Jiang Yanli. “It’s bad this time?”
“He collapsed,” Jiang Cheng replied through gritted teeth. “It’s bad.”
“What a wuss,” Jin Zixun chimed in, giving a final wave to their fans. “A few robots took down the fierce Yiling Patriarch? How weak.”
“Yeah. Say that when you’re the one fighting the Wen’s curse virus,” Jiang Cheng glared at him. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, man, so shut up.”
The Golden Glider threw an arm around each of their shoulders. “Keep it friendly for the cameras,” he cautioned with a smile. “Let’s go. We’ll get this logged and be back at base in time for supper.”
“Dim sum,” Jin Zixun said, rubbing his hands together greedily. “I could eat my weight in dumplings.”
“You do,” Jiang Cheng muttered. But he let them steer him towards the hovercraft they’d arrived in.
It was stationary overhead, a sleek and modern miracle of Jin money and Nie technology. And of course it was tinted gold, with their sword etched in on either side. Jiang Cheng thought it was too gaudy, but the press ate it up.
Jin Zixun leapt the hundred or so feet straight up to the craft, without a backwards glance. Clearly he wasn’t going to help do any of the grunt work of cleaning up the destroyed robots.
“I’ll call in the juniors,” Jin Zixuan said. “We’re going back.”
“Fine,” Jiang Cheng snapped, scooping Wei Wuxian off the ground.
His sword appeared and lofted them to the ship. Jin Zixuan followed with Jiang Yanli on his sword.
“It’s a shame we didn’t get a sample,” Wei Wuxian muttered, still pale. “We should have gotten a sample.”
“The ship got a thorough analysis, A-Xian,” their sister promised. “Rest now.”
Jiang Cheng took the pilot’s seat and flew them home. They needed a better plan.
Theme Prompt: 132 - Superpowers
Title: A Better Plan
Fandom: MDZS
Rating / Warnings: G
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1,000 words.
Summary: Lightning Master and Yiling Patriarch are over run by robots in a small village. But help arrives!
Note: You are reading it right. There is a Jin Zixuan and a Jin Zixun. The one without the A is the stupid, bully cousin of the one with the A.
Jiang Cheng let loose with Zidian, his lightning whip, and brought a strange flying mechanical man crashing to the pavement with a sizzle of scorched metal and the stink of melted plastic.
“Shidi! Don’t fry them all! We need one for testing!”
Wei Wuxian’s exuberant shout reached across the battlefield, the parking lot of a small park, as he decapitated two of the androids with deft flicks of his demon talismans. The tell-tale red glow if his eyes gave away his use of the restricted power. His opponents collapsed into half-melted piles of slag.
“Don’t fry them yourself!” Jiang Cheng shot back, using his sword to dismember another of the endless enemies with efficient motions. “You’re in this fight too! We're being over run!”
“Yeah, but I have less control,” Wei Wuxian admitted gleefully, turning a whole swath of the metal men into puddles.
The red glow in his eyes was brighter now, trickling down his face like luminescent tears of blood. Jiang Cheng scowled and used his sword to surf on the electromagnetic field until he reached his teammate’s side. Wei Wuxian was dangerously pale. Black veins were rising up under his skin.
“You over did it again,” Jiang Cheng scolded, tapping his shoulder badge to call for backup. “Jiejie warned you not to over do it.”
Wei Wuxian pushed him away, or tried to. Jiang Cheng was solidly built compared to his emaciated frame. Jiang Cheng didn’t budge.
“Always the worry-wart,” he said instead, flippant as he unleashed two more talismans at the next wave of robots. “We can handle this mess by ourselves, shidi, you didn’t need to call for help.”
“You’re more important than showing off,” Jiang Cheng snapped, looping an arm around his idiot teammate’s waist as the other man sagged, his power drained.
“Aww,” Wei Wuxian crooned up at him, blood flecks on his lips, below the half-face ghost mask he wore. “You care.”
“Of course I care, you idiot,” Jiang Cheng shot back with a glare. “You’re my brother.”
Before Wei Wuxian could come up with a snappy comeback, relief arrived. Jin Zixuan in his guise as the Golden Glider, zoomed past them on his own sword, the symbol of their team, and turned all the remaining robots to gold.
It was nothing for his cousin, Jin Zixun, the Gilded Gladiator, to follow after him and crush the mechanical men, now that they were made of a much softer metal. In moments they had turned the entire army into so many shining piles of gold debris, ready to be smelted down and sold off to defray the property damage done to the small town that had been invaded. None of the robots was spared. The cousins made sure to pose in their coordinated, sword-emblazoned, golden costumes for all the people who had been watching a safe distance away.
Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng’s sister, Jian Yanli, the Lavender Lotus, settled to the ground beside them with a soft rustle of silk robes and the scent of lotus blossoms. She knelt and put two fingers to Wei Wuxian’s wrist, soft brown eyes worried behind the nine petaled lotus mask she wore.
“Oh A-Xian,” she sighed, the soft lavender glow of her healing power lighting up his entire body. “You’ve pushed yourself too far again.”
“I’m fine,” he protested, trying and failing to get up. “Jiang Cheng is just a drama queen.”
Jiang Cheng stood up, insulted. “Sure. That’s it.” He stomped off to inspect their former opponents, leaving Wei Wuxian to be coddled by their sister like he always was.
“Hey, Lightning Master!” Jin Zixun’s call was only cheerful on the surface. Jiang Cheng could hear the contempt. “Thanks for calling us in! We were getting bored back at headquarters!”
The Gilded Gladiator clapped Lightning Master on the back and grinned big, his wide smile framed by his gold mask that left only his mouth uncovered. Their watchers applauded and called out questions, ignoring the trashed parking lot and the few smoldering trees that had gotten caught in the way of Wei Wuxian’s talismans.
“How is he?” Jin Zixuan asked quietly, facing away from the crowd, looking to Wei Wuxian and Jiang Yanli. “It’s bad this time?”
“He collapsed,” Jiang Cheng replied through gritted teeth. “It’s bad.”
“What a wuss,” Jin Zixun chimed in, giving a final wave to their fans. “A few robots took down the fierce Yiling Patriarch? How weak.”
“Yeah. Say that when you’re the one fighting the Wen’s curse virus,” Jiang Cheng glared at him. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, man, so shut up.”
The Golden Glider threw an arm around each of their shoulders. “Keep it friendly for the cameras,” he cautioned with a smile. “Let’s go. We’ll get this logged and be back at base in time for supper.”
“Dim sum,” Jin Zixun said, rubbing his hands together greedily. “I could eat my weight in dumplings.”
“You do,” Jiang Cheng muttered. But he let them steer him towards the hovercraft they’d arrived in.
It was stationary overhead, a sleek and modern miracle of Jin money and Nie technology. And of course it was tinted gold, with their sword etched in on either side. Jiang Cheng thought it was too gaudy, but the press ate it up.
Jin Zixun leapt the hundred or so feet straight up to the craft, without a backwards glance. Clearly he wasn’t going to help do any of the grunt work of cleaning up the destroyed robots.
“I’ll call in the juniors,” Jin Zixuan said. “We’re going back.”
“Fine,” Jiang Cheng snapped, scooping Wei Wuxian off the ground.
His sword appeared and lofted them to the ship. Jin Zixuan followed with Jiang Yanli on his sword.
“It’s a shame we didn’t get a sample,” Wei Wuxian muttered, still pale. “We should have gotten a sample.”
“The ship got a thorough analysis, A-Xian,” their sister promised. “Rest now.”
Jiang Cheng took the pilot’s seat and flew them home. They needed a better plan.
no subject