Oh, definitely the movie version.
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Oh, definitely the movie version.
-- Bob --------- Then the horns kicked in... ...and my shoes began to squeak.
You might even want to go for the cartoon version, where Mask and his host more or less get along. Granted, I only saw a few eps.
New one: Dawn gets kidnapped (again) but there's another girl there as well - Jade Chan... Who will rescue them first, Buffy or Uncle Jack? -- "Anko, what you do in your free time is your own choice. Use it wisely. And if you do not use it wisely, make sure you thoroughly enjoy whatever unwise thing you are doing." - HymnOfRagnorok as Orochimaru at SpaceBattles woot Med. Eng., verb, 1st & 3rd pers. prsnt. sg. know, knows
"Charlie Chan and the Curse of Fu Manchu", starring Jackie Chan as Charlie, and Peter Sellers as Fu Manchu and Detective Inspector Nayland Smith.
"Starship Troopers" (the book, not the never-sufficiently-damned Verhoven turd of a movie) and OMG!/AMS! (with a hint of UF, specifically how the Valkyries use powered armor).
Lind would fit right in. "Bugs, Captain Skuld! Millions of 'em!" "You angels wanna live forever?!?" "Time to Ragnarok and rollll, boys&gals!"
What if Harry Dresden settled in New York instead of Chicago... and got tangled up with the GhostBusters?"Harry! When someone asks you if you are a god, you say--"
"NO! Trust me on this." ....... We've seen several Sekirei/FSN Xovers lately. But what if the Sekirei Plan took place in Dresden's Chicago? The White Council would collectively crap a brick. I mean, aliens? I would truly enjoy seeing the WC take a shot right in their we-know-everything-there-is-to-know complex. Suddenly, "vanilla" humans are running around holding the leashes of magical powerhouses, and the entire Maskirovka is about to be blown sky-high. On the darker side, you're going to have lots of parties scrambling to try and wing themselves Sekirei as useful cannon fodder: the Denarians, the Black Council, various alphabet-soup agencies.... Michael Carpenter gets a Sekirei by accident? No, that wouldn't be funny. But Harry getting one (or more) could be comedy gold -- Bob's smartarse opportunities alone.... Minaka and the WC have a mutual "OMGWTFBBQ!" reaction on discovering each other -- is there a trope for Mutual Xanatos Annihilation? ........ The Lost Logia from Season 1 of MGLN turn out to be Sekirei. And you "seal" them by winging them. ....yeeeeah, that's not going to go anyplace creepy, at all. Moving on.... Hm. Maybe the Sekirei are leftover Ancient Velkan bio-weapons, and (older) Yuuno stumbles across them on a dig. While I can't really see Yuuno playing the Minaka here, it would solve his problem with being forgotten by the entire female cast... maybe a bit too much of a good thing? The Jinki would definitely qualify as Lost Logia, though... SkyeFire Wrote:"Starship Troopers" (the book, not the never-sufficiently-damned Verhoven turd of a movie) and OMG!/AMS! (with a hint of UF, specifically how the Valkyries use powered armor).Starship Troopers/Starship Troupers (a Christopher Stasheff sci-fi series about a group of actors traveling to different planets and accidentally causing political revolutions with their plays). ---------------------------------------------------- "Anyone can be a winner if their definition of victory is flexible enough." - The DM of the Rings XXXV Shepherd Wrote:Starship Troopers/Starship Troupers (a Christopher Stasheff sci-fi series about a group of actors traveling to different planets and accidentally causing political revolutions with their plays).So, a group of PA qualified Spec Ops who are covered as actors who get sent to different planets to DELIBERATELY cause political revolutions with their plays. Hear that thunder rolling till it seems to split the sky? That's every ship in Grayson's Navy taking up the cry- NO QUARTER!!! -- "No Quarter", by Echo's Children Shepherd Wrote:Yeah, I was always sad that Stasheff never finished the Troupers series (and yes, I giggled myself senseless when I saw the "Starship Troupers" logo on the first one). Although he's apparently put the first draft of the final book on his website.SkyeFire Wrote:"Starship Troopers" (the book, not the never-sufficiently-damned Verhoven turd of a movie) and OMG!/AMS! (with a hint of UF, specifically how the Valkyries use powered armor).Starship Troopers/Starship Troupers (a Christopher Stasheff sci-fi series about a group of actors traveling to different planets and accidentally causing political revolutions with their plays).
This.
----- Stand between the Silver Crystal and the Golden Sea. "Youngsters these days just have no appreciation for the magnificence of the legendary cucumber." --Krityan Elder, Tales of Vesperia. Jorlem Wrote:This."Maybe for once we can go through a day without him getting into trouble." Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! -- Rob Kelk "Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of the same sovereign, servants of the same law." - Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012 robkelk Wrote:Second snippet here.Jorlem Wrote:This. ----- Stand between the Silver Crystal and the Golden Sea. "Youngsters these days just have no appreciation for the magnificence of the legendary cucumber." --Krityan Elder, Tales of Vesperia.
From the comments:
"But... Susie Wolfenbach...!" -- Rob Kelk "Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of the same sovereign, servants of the same law." - Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012 robkelk Wrote:WolfenbachI would *gladly* play the game Return to Castle Wolfenbach. My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours. I've been writing a bit.
Metropolis (Fritz Lang's movie, not any of the other works by that name) and The Sound of Music.
They've both got Nazis... and how do you solve a problem like Maria? -- Rob Kelk "Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of the same sovereign, servants of the same law." - Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012
...and that just makes me want to throw in West Side Story somehow.
Alas, "I just kissed a robot named Maria" doesn't scan.
----- Big Brother is watching you. And damn, you are so bloody BORING.
Throw in the Kingston Trio:
"And they call the droid Maria..." -- Bob --------- Then the horns kicked in... ...and my shoes began to squeak.
From Bruce Munro, an old post (which is technically a crossover) in the alternatehistory.net forum:
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The world is very different from our own, as a result of the discovery of animal sentience. This caused major crises in every religion that did not follow a dogma of reincarnation and the virtue of vegetarianism: Hinduism is doing fine, and Buddhism has expanded greatly among Europeans and Americans. Christianity and Islam, with their doctrine of fundamental separation between the human and animal worlds, have not fared as well: meanwhile, there has been an explosion of new sects and religions. All nations (aside from a few, like Afghanistan, which are fundamentally in Denial) nowadays have greatly modified their legal and political systems to accommodate the reality of animal intelligence, although only a couple nations (most importantly, the UK) have actually granted them citizenship, and even then on a limited franchise involving block voting: after all, the notion of humans being outvoted by dogs and cats and pigs is still too hard for most people to swallow. (And only for some species – we’re talking birds and mammals: few humans have mobilized to fight for the rights of reptiles or insects). After all, OTL, dusky-skinned humans lacked a great many rights around the world in OTL 1940. Said dusky-skinned humans made an increasing fuss about having no more rights than (literally) dogs did, and in the US the civil rights movement achieved political success by the 1930s: the vote for women was similarly advanced by a generation. The biggest problem has been the “eating” thing. Chickens were OK with continuing the egg thing, sheep with the shearing, cows with the milking, horses with the plowing, as long as some improvements in housing and treatment were made: but pigs, for instance, weren’t very happy with becoming bacon. Oddly enough, pigs – and cows, goats, etc. – although they will strongly resist being killed, do not translate this into a general antipathy towards carnivores and omnivores. After millions of years as prey, they accept the predator’s need to eat them: they simply do not feel any hatred towards bears or wolves or lions as a whole. (Weasels and cats are widely disliked, but because of their cruelty towards their prey, not because they are meat-eaters). A pig will have no problems being friends with a man who has a couple rashers of bacon for breakfast. (This tends to drive human ethicists and thinkers on morality up the wall.) As a result, although killing animals for food is now legally verboten in most countries, only a few (mostly in Asia) make it illegal to consume animal flesh: there are still animals dying in accidents and of old age and non-infectious diseases, and most animals find the human practice of hiding their dead in little boxes underground rather bizarre. There are the meat-leggers, of which little good can be said. And then there are the New Darwinian knife-and-spear hunters: the families of aggressive, violent animals such as bears and lions and boars will rarely bring charges in the case of a fair and agreed-on fight. Humans are more of a problem: if animals accused of attacking humans now get their day in court, they also can be tried and executed. The medieval habit of inflicting capital punishment on misbehaving animals is now seen as a legal precedent rather than blind ignorance: a number of animals were shot for insubordination during the Great European War. Animals have new rights, but also new obligations: horses were deeply annoyed that they were now expected to do scouting by themselves without human riders sharing the risk. (The difficulty many animals have with the concept of “patriotism” is one of the reasons so few countries actually give animals citizenship). Humans also make a pest of themselves attempting to establish appropriate behavior and legal relations between animals, which the animals, especially the predatory ones, greatly resent. (The human-founded Society to Promote Vegetarianism in Felines did not work out at all well). With communication and animals becoming part of the cash economy, animals have now become a market as buyers rather than products. The industry in tools and prosthetics for animals lacking fingers or their functional equivalent is now a multi-billion dollar one, as is the construction business for making animal-suited housing and furniture. Most big cities now have an animal “ghetto”, and there are some entire cities inhabited by cooperative animal societies: the rats and mice and other rodents have built, with the aid of human tools, some impressive underground cities. (The clothing for animals business has been less successful, although some of the vainer species spend quite a bit on accessories). With a vast expansion in the population of vegetarians, diets have perforce grown more varied and the minerals-and-supplements crowd has prospered. The food situation has been substantially improved by the rapid growth rates and tremendous nutritive value of some of the plants that Dolittle succeeded in cultivating on earth after bringing them back from the Moon. Fishing is still carried out in some places (fish languages are very hard, fish are not cuddly, and the Pope still holds that fish have no souls). It is a different world from ours politically, although there are some rough parallels. Africa is carved up into colonial areas and protectorates, but differently from in our world, China still has an emperor, and the Kingdom of Jolliginki is now a British protectorate. It is not a peaceful world: human beings are no less foolish and aggressive than they were a century ago, and the Germans have as OTL ended up with an unpleasantly racist regime that has taken New Darwinism to its logical apotheosis (as yet, the rumors of ritual cannibalism have been dismissed as propaganda cooked up by the Eurasian Union of Sentient Peoples, where even chipmunks are in danger of being sent to the Gulag, and some species – not just humans – are more equal than others). Rumors of war are in the air, and everyone wonders uneasily if that crow that flew by is a local or a spy for the Other Side. Animals are increasingly organized politically, and tend lefty and anti-war: although animals lack a concept of nationalism, many of the land animals increasingly feel the need for “space of their own”, where they can run their own lives without being bossed around by humans. Animal-run cities have already been mentioned, and some areas of African jungle are essentially self-governing within the colonial empires: the animals of the Serengeti are pushing hard for an administrative region of their own within British East Africa. Other animals organize to push change among animals themselves: the rodent Zero Population Growth movement is increasingly influential, as the underground cities get larger, food more expensive, and humans and rodent-hunting animals become increasingly paranoid about the “burrowers beneath.” Fine electrical equipment is assembled with the aid of the smallest animals, and towering skyscrapers are assembled with the aid of monkey and ape workmen, with birds carrying messages. (Animals are not much represented on assembly-line jobs, thanks to both Union hostility and animal inability or unwillingness to stick to fixed schedules.) Technologically, it is an essentially steam-punk/diesel/punk world, with submarines and Zeppelins and Mechanical Moles, rocket fliers and volcanoes tapped for power. It is a more extensively explored world, with dolphins and octopi bringing back reports of the deep sea, and moles and other burrowers exploring buried cities and the undersides of existing ones. It is a different world from ours physically. The interior of Africa is rather different, and there are a number of islands that do not exist in our world (including a formerly floating one currently administered by Brazil). Much more significantly, in this world the Great Flood is not a matter of mythology but plain fact: some tens of thousands of years ago, a massive subsidence of the land and a colossal outbreak of underground waters drowned much of the world and changed the outline of the continents. The actual mechanisms of this remain somewhat obscure, but it had largely been confirmed by early geologists by the mid-19th century: since then, a number of fragmentary ruins dating back to the pre-flood era have been discovered. (A certain tank-sized turtle in the middle of Africa actually remembers the flood, but keeps mum, realizing he would never have a day of peace if the press found out). It is also a younger world: it is tens of millions of years, not billions of years old. Biological and planetary evolution takes place faster in this universe, and the Moon broke away from the Earth in a cosmic catastrophe only a million or so years ago: there are still some unimaginably deep abysses in the Pacific basin. The aether is real (Michelson and Morley came up with some rather different results from our world) and what is happening in the sun isn’t quite fusion as we understand it. The Moon has a considerable population of its own. The mass of the Moon is unevenly distributed, with the far side being slightly “downhill” from the perspective of nearside: over the ages since it broke away from the Earth, most of the water has migrated to the dark side, leaving the side that faces the earth largely uninhabited and desolate. The far side isn’t so wet either, with a number of large lakes and little rivers rather than oceans, with only one fresh-water giant larger than the Black Sea on earth: areas of dense vegetation form a patchy network, separated by drier areas. Still, where there is any water, there is life, and the strange minerals of the lunar dark side (once deep, deep below the surface of the Earth) and the radiations that penetrate the luminous lunar atmosphere nourish an extraordinary vitality of growth among plants and insects and birds, creating grasshoppers big as whales, trees high as the Empire State Building, and other biological wonders. It also is a place where things live much, much longer than on earth. Most living things last for millennia at least, and a few trees and the giant President of the Lunar Council are as old as the Moon itself. Although study of the plants brought back by the Doctor to Earth have yielded some remarkable advanced in the sciences of medicine and nutrition, they have not added to any great extent to the biblical Three Score and Ten. Immortality, or close to it, is what the current Moon Race is about. Three great nations have built dirigible Aether-flyers, and will soon embark on lunar expeditions which reflect national prestige and competitiveness, but which are above all about obtaining the secret of lunar longevity, by hook, by crook, or by vivisection. Some see this great enterprise as possibly a substitute for looming war: some see it as a possible spark for the same. Meanwhile, the great-granddaughter of Tommy Stubbins, her boyfriend, and her eccentric uncle are investigating a 2012 - DaVinci Code - type mystery, involving ancient archeology, geology, and the secret history of the Earth; Dr. Doolittle’s new diet has finally brought his weight back down under a metric ton: and deep in space, an unimaginable menace is set in motion. These seemingly unrelated threads will converge over the coming months. A number of oddball characters make an appearance, from the villainous Dr. Buzzby and his army of insect friends, to Sir Lester Bland, England’s first pig PM, and his gorilla valet; the numerous descendants of the original White Mouse (including the World’s Smartest Mouse and his insane sidekick), a now very decrepit (and very snappish) Polynesia, who due to wing arthritis must go everywhere by dog-back, the Puddelby Friends of Dr. Doolittle Society, the Crown Prince of Mars, Charles Lindberg, and Otho the lunar giant. After the threads of the tale join, Dr. Doolittle and his companions must embark on a desperate trip across the solar system to save the world from an implacable judgment and, before they get to their destination, figure out how to talk to a rock… (Oh, and the return of Long Arrow from the Subterranean Kingdoms. He really should stay out of those caves). ----- Stand between the Silver Crystal and the Golden Sea. "Youngsters these days just have no appreciation for the magnificence of the legendary cucumber." --Krityan Elder, Tales of Vesperia.
I was thinking... In some version of the Holy Grail War, Carmen Sandiago should totally steal one of the priceless historical artefacts used as a summoning catalyst, and only be found out when her calling card is dumped into the active circle from the starage box, summoning Heroic Spirit Carmen Sandiego. And then she should rob Gilgamesh blind. And then mortal CS should get interested in the second her running around, and... do something cool. I dunno, what do you think?
What class would she be anyway? -- "Anko, what you do in your free time is your own choice. Use it wisely. And if you do not use it wisely, make sure you thoroughly enjoy whatever unwise thing you are doing." - HymnOfRagnorok as Orochimaru at SpaceBattles woot Med. Eng., verb, 1st & 3rd pers. prsnt. sg. know, knows Quote:ClassicDrogn wrote:Assassin might be the closest fit, given her level of presence concealment. ----- Stand between the Silver Crystal and the Golden Sea. "Youngsters these days just have no appreciation for the magnificence of the legendary cucumber." --Krityan Elder, Tales of Vesperia.
Caster, perhaps? She is known for all of the sacred and ancient treasures she's managed to steal, and she doesn't seem like she'd either be going around assassinating people or particularly getting into fights by choice. Her greatest Noble Phantasm would be to steal the Noble Phantasms of others and gain the ability to use them as her own.
the real Carmen Sandiego would, of course, steal the Heroic Spirit's stash of stolen Noble Phantasms while she wasn't looking - and they'd work for her, too, partially because because they actually are hers, and partially because "finders keepers" is a big part of what makes the Heroic Spirit's Noble Phantasm go. There'd also have to be some sort of noble phantasm around concealment.
Well, the Caster class ability is 'Territory Creation,' and Carmen Sandiego is never seen until she acts, so perhaps her version of stealth is that she can make an area where anything inside is unnoticeable, even in the fact that you can't find what's usually there, unless specifically looking for what's usually there, and even then you can only tell "that thing that's supposed to be around here is gone!" By expanding one edge and shrinking the opposite she can sneak slowly, but being forced to move fast
-- "Anko, what you do in your free time is your own choice. Use it wisely. And if you do not use it wisely, make sure you thoroughly enjoy whatever unwise thing you are doing." - HymnOfRagnorok as Orochimaru at SpaceBattles woot Med. Eng., verb, 1st & 3rd pers. prsnt. sg. know, knows
requires leaving it behind - it's like Presence Concealment except you can use it on your hideout too. Or just stand next to a blank wall and never be seen. Or on the inside of a box and no one will notice the contents are different until they try to use them.
And really, the chance to steal the Holy Grail right out from under the noses of the other Heroic Spirits would itself probably be her reason to answer the summoning - no further wish required. -- "Anko, what you do in your free time is your own choice. Use it wisely. And if you do not use it wisely, make sure you thoroughly enjoy whatever unwise thing you are doing." - HymnOfRagnorok as Orochimaru at SpaceBattles woot Med. Eng., verb, 1st & 3rd pers. prsnt. sg. know, knows
Oh, and the ability to 'steal' (a non-harmful amount of, since that's her thing) prana within a certain area would explain those "everyone went to sleep, and when they woke up the statue had vanished from the museum!" moments. Caster is actually looking like a good pick, given that CS's whole deal is that no one is physically harmed in her heists. Definitely not Assassin material, even if her stealth would otherwise qualify, and Caster is rarely switched out in fics so it has novelty appeal too.
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