"Hit or Miss"
by two-faced
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I don't know why I made a Samurai Jack fic, so don't ask me why.
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The rain came out of nowhere. Like an artillery of bullets and waterballoons crashing into the earth. His hat couldn't save him. In fact, he lost his hat between the gushing floods and the pelting shower. And here he stood, blade in hand, crouching in an agressive stance, getting ready to slice off any mechanical apendages.
They charge. He slices. They flee.
He sheathes his sword, glaring at the blurry figures of two alien beings retreating to some underground laboratory. You know, the usual. Away from the rain. Some place dry. Some place supposedly warm and supposedly comfortable.
Jack sighed.
He had tried the cave, but it had eroded before he could take a step towards the depressing recess. The trees did not offer much shelter. His hat was gone. So he trudged forwards. Onwards and onwards still, rain beating down relentlessly.
His heart leapt at the sight of a two-story building ridden with bullet holes. From what he could make out, there were people drinking near the window. So it was either a bar, a restaurant or an inn. He thought of the latter--He'd seen more inns than anything else. The interesting events in his journey had mostly been in inns, most of which were named after a particular fictional (was it really?) reptile.
Ye olde Turquiose Dragon. Hah. But he was too tired to smirk. Had he been un-righteous at the moment, he would've snorted too. But here he was, dripping, but relieved.
He was also mighty relieved to see that the inhabitants of the Turquoise Dragon looked docile. Its barkeep was a green, old-looking extraterrestrial with tenticles instead of arms. He looked calmly at the newcomer, raised a scally eyebrow and went back to drying his beerglass. (As all animated barkeeps do.)
No one seemed to mind his miserable, dripping state, so he sat down on one of the chairs and motioned for the barkeeper to come closer. He did so.
"What can I get you, Mr. Outlaw?" he asked, although he didn't seem to care that he was one. Jack took notice of this.
"Tea please. Or hot water." The samurai answered, voice faint from exhaustion. He looked at his soggy clothes and added, "...and a towel."
The barkeep (probably innkeeper too) chuckled, filling a mug with clear, golden-brown liquid. He added a few drops of liquor before handing it to Jack, who sniffed suspiciously at the beverage.
"It's brandy. It'll make you feel warmer."
He finished it in three swallows while the barkeeper went into the kitchen to fetch a towel. After a while, he could feel his cheeks getting slightly warm and was beggining to ignore the trickles of water running down his back. There was a bittersweet aftertaste in his mouth, which he wasn't sure he liked or not. But it felt nice. ...Very stimulating. He swilred the last drop in his mug, watching it leave traces on white porcelain.
The barkeep returned, tossing a medium-sized towel in his direction. He looked like he was about to say something else, but something got his attention. Jack busied himself with the towel, bending over to dry his hair.
He heard footsteps, going down stairs, moving towards in a slow, leisurely pace. He heard yawning.
"Mornin' sleeping beauty. How was yer nap?" he heard the barkeeper say.
"Decent." came the sleepy reply. Jack felt a vibration on the table. The person had taken a seat a few chairs away. "Rain woke me up..." Then another yawn. "Gimme one of those strawberry 'lickers."
"What is it with you and strawberries?"
"Dunno. I like strawberries. I like fruit."
"Keep that up son, and people'll start to think you were fruity!"
The barkeep made a sound that sounded like a wheezing bicycle horn. Jacked realized he was laughing.
"You'd be suprised." said the other.
Jack looked up from his towelling. He was suprised to find a dishevelled man in a white yukata, looking at him in the corner of his eye. He was casually sipping his drink, ignoring the wisps of black hair that was falling down one side of his face. (Most of which was held up in an untidy ponytail.) He looked like he just woke up.
And here he was expecting some outrageously beautiful lady in need of company.
Jack blinked. Where did that come from?
"Howdy." said the oriental man, tipping his glass to the other oriental man. Then, unexpectedly... "Kyoo wa otenki desu ne. Ame ga furidashita no da?"
"S...Sou." Jack replied slowly, astounded. It was too...Bizarre.
To be continued at my own leisure.
by two-faced
*~*~*
I don't know why I made a Samurai Jack fic, so don't ask me why.
*~*~*
The rain came out of nowhere. Like an artillery of bullets and waterballoons crashing into the earth. His hat couldn't save him. In fact, he lost his hat between the gushing floods and the pelting shower. And here he stood, blade in hand, crouching in an agressive stance, getting ready to slice off any mechanical apendages.
They charge. He slices. They flee.
He sheathes his sword, glaring at the blurry figures of two alien beings retreating to some underground laboratory. You know, the usual. Away from the rain. Some place dry. Some place supposedly warm and supposedly comfortable.
Jack sighed.
He had tried the cave, but it had eroded before he could take a step towards the depressing recess. The trees did not offer much shelter. His hat was gone. So he trudged forwards. Onwards and onwards still, rain beating down relentlessly.
His heart leapt at the sight of a two-story building ridden with bullet holes. From what he could make out, there were people drinking near the window. So it was either a bar, a restaurant or an inn. He thought of the latter--He'd seen more inns than anything else. The interesting events in his journey had mostly been in inns, most of which were named after a particular fictional (was it really?) reptile.
Ye olde Turquiose Dragon. Hah. But he was too tired to smirk. Had he been un-righteous at the moment, he would've snorted too. But here he was, dripping, but relieved.
He was also mighty relieved to see that the inhabitants of the Turquoise Dragon looked docile. Its barkeep was a green, old-looking extraterrestrial with tenticles instead of arms. He looked calmly at the newcomer, raised a scally eyebrow and went back to drying his beerglass. (As all animated barkeeps do.)
No one seemed to mind his miserable, dripping state, so he sat down on one of the chairs and motioned for the barkeeper to come closer. He did so.
"What can I get you, Mr. Outlaw?" he asked, although he didn't seem to care that he was one. Jack took notice of this.
"Tea please. Or hot water." The samurai answered, voice faint from exhaustion. He looked at his soggy clothes and added, "...and a towel."
The barkeep (probably innkeeper too) chuckled, filling a mug with clear, golden-brown liquid. He added a few drops of liquor before handing it to Jack, who sniffed suspiciously at the beverage.
"It's brandy. It'll make you feel warmer."
He finished it in three swallows while the barkeeper went into the kitchen to fetch a towel. After a while, he could feel his cheeks getting slightly warm and was beggining to ignore the trickles of water running down his back. There was a bittersweet aftertaste in his mouth, which he wasn't sure he liked or not. But it felt nice. ...Very stimulating. He swilred the last drop in his mug, watching it leave traces on white porcelain.
The barkeep returned, tossing a medium-sized towel in his direction. He looked like he was about to say something else, but something got his attention. Jack busied himself with the towel, bending over to dry his hair.
He heard footsteps, going down stairs, moving towards in a slow, leisurely pace. He heard yawning.
"Mornin' sleeping beauty. How was yer nap?" he heard the barkeeper say.
"Decent." came the sleepy reply. Jack felt a vibration on the table. The person had taken a seat a few chairs away. "Rain woke me up..." Then another yawn. "Gimme one of those strawberry 'lickers."
"What is it with you and strawberries?"
"Dunno. I like strawberries. I like fruit."
"Keep that up son, and people'll start to think you were fruity!"
The barkeep made a sound that sounded like a wheezing bicycle horn. Jacked realized he was laughing.
"You'd be suprised." said the other.
Jack looked up from his towelling. He was suprised to find a dishevelled man in a white yukata, looking at him in the corner of his eye. He was casually sipping his drink, ignoring the wisps of black hair that was falling down one side of his face. (Most of which was held up in an untidy ponytail.) He looked like he just woke up.
And here he was expecting some outrageously beautiful lady in need of company.
Jack blinked. Where did that come from?
"Howdy." said the oriental man, tipping his glass to the other oriental man. Then, unexpectedly... "Kyoo wa otenki desu ne. Ame ga furidashita no da?"
"S...Sou." Jack replied slowly, astounded. It was too...Bizarre.
To be continued at my own leisure.