August 27, 2013. Twitter's fault again. Someone wanted opinions on a drawing. One of my comments on it was that Snake Eyes without his sword was fine, because it's not like the man is married to it. You see where this is going right? To the guest reviewer that asked if Kamakura gets a say in being target practice. Nope. He should be able to dodge or deflect daggers being thrown by a beginner, even if it is Tommy's daughter.
You are cordially invited
To the wedding of
Snake Eyes and Katana
Please RSVP
"What the f-"
The invitation was ripped out of Tommy's hands and torn up by a clearly angry Snake Eyes.
"Is there something you forgot to tell me, brother?"
*Greenshirts. Dead. Beachhead can't protect them forever.*
"Has Scarlett seen this?"
Snake Eyes slumped. *Threw things at me.*
"She should know better. It's not like anything she throws will hit you."
*Made her madder.*
"So who's Katana and when do I get to meet her? Do I need to prepare a speech? I assuming I'm the best man. Oh, got to plan a bachelor's party, too."
Tommy smirked while dodging a smack to the back of his head.
*Authoress' fault. Would kill her too if she wasn't your pet. I don't know how you convinced Hawk to let her stay.*
"Well, I got the medics and shrink on my side. Seems the research papers on plot bunnies are being hailed as medical breakthroughs. I may have suggested to Hawk that they are good for target practice and maybe applied some good old fashion blackmail techniques. How is it her fault?"
*Greenshirt had this. Said he took it from her garbage can.* He handed Tommy a piece of paper.
"It's lined out. She wrote it down so it would go away and then crossed it out.
*Need to burn crack bunnies.*
Tommy shook his head, chuckling at his brother as he handed the paper back. "Show that to Red, then maybe she will stop being mad."
Snake Eyes shoved it back. *You show her, she won't even look at me.*
"Fine, here she comes now. Hey Red!" he shouted as she rounded the corner.
She scowled at the sight of Snake Eyes. "What do you want, Storm?" she snapped.
"Come here for a sec. I have something to show you."
She stalked over to him. "What?" she snapped again.
He gave her the crumpled piece of paper. It read:
Snake Eyes marries his sword: one Katana. Invitations, traditional ceremony, the whole bit. Priest "Do you, Snake Eyes, take Katana, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, for as long as you both shall live?"
"Wait, so this was one of her discarded crackfic ideas?"
"Yeah, we will have to make sure her garbage goes straight to the furnace. Maybe have Jinx start emptying it out instead of greenshirts."
