redshirted: (oops i accidentally a drive unit)
Ian Malkovich ([personal profile] redshirted) wrote in [community profile] smashacademy2014-07-06 06:55 pm

[video]

[Ian’s video feed has kind of an alarming start, he has a slight sheen of sweat and is trying to catch his breath. He is very clearly standing in front of a door to some sort of maintenance room.]

Hey there! [He's smiling and waving despite being out of breath] Name's Ian Malkovich, and I'm the new maitenance man on the campus. Burnt out lightbulbs, broken air conditioning-- [Suddenly there is a strange, very alien noise from the background] --trapping things in closests, I can handle it.

[He gives a big thumbs up! And then continues on only slightly more seriously.]

And uh, Sam, when you get the chance I could use your help with something. Well, I guess you specifically don’t need to handle it but I figure you’re really the only person I know here that’s decent with a gun and--

[He gets cut off by a loud THUMPING NOISE coming from the door behind him. He jostles with his keys to make sure the door is locked before returning to the recording]

Anyway, I was looking for some spare light bulbs and I found a closet full of these figurine things, and I sort of knocked them over, and this alien looking thing, the jellyfish pinchery kind-- [Ian mimics pincers on his mouth with his fingers] --came to life. They don’t exactly give the maintenance guy the right equipment to deal with that. I've got him trapped in the utility closet but--

[A loud SKRREEEEEEEEE is heard in the background.]

--whenever you get the chance, meet me by utility closet B12. No rush. The door's locked at least.
icequeen_aran: (facepalm; you've got to be kidding)

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[personal profile] icequeen_aran 2014-07-07 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Yeah there is no mistaking that unmistakeable SKRRRREEEEEEEE. She will never ever ever forget what that sounds like. Still, Samus has (very surprisingly) never encountered one in her many years of living here. Either it was a complete fluke or Ian brought something with him unintentionally. How--she didn't know, but she was briskly traversing the hallways while tapping at the little phone-set clipped to her ear to find out.]

You've just gotten here and you're already getting into trouble. Are you hurt?
icequeen_aran: (srs; are you serious)

[personal profile] icequeen_aran 2014-07-08 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
[TOO SOON but at least his joke is not more specific as Ian definitely did not die from dangerous trophy aliens, not that Samus was going to let that happen on her watch here and now.

She automatically reaches for the pistol strapped to her thigh (totally matching her casual attire) but stops midway. Funny, how her default state of being outside of Smash was in the Power Suit and the lady underneath was something of a mystery, whereas here it ended up becoming the exact opposite. She didn't really like flashing the suit on and off around here, even just parts of it, without good reason.

The ice beam was however a very good reason and especially so right now.]


Good. [Stay fine.. She takes a couple of steps back and with a concentrated effort summons the arm cannon around her forearm in a shimmer of light, the sleeve of her jacket fraying majestically in the process. While she liked that jacket a lot there wasn't time to fuss over it with a deadly screeching space vampire jellyfish braying a the door. She needed Ian's help for the next part.]

On the count of three open the door outward so you have cover. I'll take care of the rest.
icequeen_aran: (amused; hah)

[personal profile] icequeen_aran 2014-07-09 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
[She can't help but smirk at Ian's playful comment, hardly taken as a jab. Samus ASSUMES THE STANCE, arm cannon pointed and ready.]

Three. Two. One. Now!
icequeen_aran: (I will fucking end you)

[personal profile] icequeen_aran 2014-07-11 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
[Brace your face for a blast of COLD AIR Ian. The second the door flings open the hungry Metroid floats out, and in the next second it's being blasted in the face (or lack thereof) with a big fat ice missile.]
icequeen_aran: (pic#6610987)

[personal profile] icequeen_aran 2014-07-14 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
[The metroidsicle(s) falls to the ground with a heavy ch-chunk, shattering a little from impact.

Samus continues to stand there arm locked in the same position, seemingly frozen herself. It wasn't like she hasn't done this a million times, just... it had been so long since she'd last done this--last seen a living Metroid. Short-lived as it was. Either its exsistence was a fluke or she was going to make some head roll around here. Slowly, she lowers her arm.]


I've got a lot of fancy tricks up my sleeve.

[She gives the ice shards on the floor a cautious kick, shuffling them around with the heel for her boot. It's dead. She turned attention next to the closest Ian trapped it in.]

What'd you do?

[He did something, obviously.]
icequeen_aran: (Pika; what)

[personal profile] icequeen_aran 2014-07-15 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
[You're gonna clean that up Ian.

Okay, so maybe he didn't do anything wrong but]


What'd you touch?

[Not really waiting for an answer she steps on the icetroid and crushes it underboot (making it a point to do so, really) and LO AND BEHOLD...]

...This is a closet full of assist trophies.

[She says this like he's supposed to know why this makes all the sense in the world.]
icequeen_aran: (spit take)

[personal profile] icequeen_aran 2014-07-19 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
[NO IAN DON'T DO IT! But it is too late and from under his hand a small orange pixalated army shows up, an air-raid siren blares, and then they start shooting adorable little pixalated bullets and missiles. That said, they seem to either pass right through Ian or don't hurt him at all, while Samus definitely recoils in annoyance.]

It--augh! IAN!

[TIME TO HIDE BEHIND THE DOOR AND USE IT FOR COVER UNTIL THEY DISAPPEAR.]
icequeen_aran: (KYLE-TAN HEY)

[personal profile] icequeen_aran 2014-07-19 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Meanwhile the closet door is pummeled but holds, the little orange men and their little orange tanks traveling in one direction as they go until they vanish into thin air. When the coast is clear she sticks her head out.]

It's because you were the one who touched it.

[Not that there aren't, you know, super stars and 1-UP mushrooms and other odd things here that more or less fit that bill. Stepping out fully she shakes off whatever little hits dinged her, doing little more than scuffing her pants.]

They're designated for fights in the stadium. [She gives a wary glance back at the open closet.]

They all do different things, but that was the first time I've seen one with Metroids in it...
Edited (HTML oops) 2014-07-19 05:58 (UTC)
icequeen_aran: (disssdaaainnn)

[personal profile] icequeen_aran 2014-07-20 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
I've had some time to build up my arsenal.

[And not, you know, bump into any walls and drop important upgrades.]

Have you been to the stadium yet?

[He'd probably find that fun.]
icequeen_aran: (amused; hah)

[personal profile] icequeen_aran 2014-07-20 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Wrenches might be my mortal weakness for all you know.

[The joke is dryly delivered, of course. It'd be worth an improv, she thinks, though she wasn't actually planning on sparring with Ian (not at the moment, anyway). Mostly she just wanted to show him all the fun things the stadium could do. It was arguably the most advanced piece of technology the school had to offer in an otherwise very 21st century setting.]

Meet me there in ten minutes.

[He had to. You know. Clean his mess up. Probably.]
icequeen_aran: (smirk; hey there soldier)

[personal profile] icequeen_aran 2014-07-21 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
Keep hoping, Ian.

[Sure she's... kind of done some domestics with the boyfriend thing, but this school is fraught with weirdness as he'll quickly find out, and she definitely uses the stadium on a regular basis to train and keep her skills sharp as any good instructor should be.

TEN MINUTES LATER she awaits in the middle of the stadium, one hand on her hip. There's a small collection of various items by the control podium.]
icequeen_aran: (teacher; blackboard)

[personal profile] icequeen_aran 2014-07-23 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
Lesson one: items.

[She points to the ground as if to gesture 'stay put' in the stadium arena while she trots over to the podium. A couple of buttons and taps at the control screen later, a huge party ball materializes in the air not far from Ian. One adorable jingle later, it opens and drops an assortment of items.

Samus jogs back to the stadium.]


Go ahead, pick something up that looks interesting.
icequeen_aran: (justice planned)

[personal profile] icequeen_aran 2014-07-25 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
[It totally does. Samus partitions away some of the items with her heel until she isolates an innocuous looking soccer ball.]

That's a beam sword. It does exactly what you think it does, and gives you good reach.

This soccer ball has unique properties, [She gestures for Ian to back up a little while she similarly walks the ball backwards and away.] in that it doesn't obey the laws of kinetic energy. If I kick it lightly, [She does, and the ball flickers with a brief flame but ultimately doesn't roll very far, as if it was weighted.] it won't go far.

But if I kick it hard... [She gives Ian a look like he should get ready to put that sword to good use. Samus then backs up a little and takes a running start to punt the soccer ball as hard as she can.]
Edited 2014-07-25 02:41 (UTC)

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