Bits I mean to put into the fic, but not sure where.
Scene: the trio are at school, chatting about stuff. Thomas mentions the threat and/or training to defeat their next enemy. Phoebe has maybe also joined his Savate class and their instructor is impressed with their progress.
The Daft duo notice something else in the doorway, maybe a riot has broken out in class, or Pedro has mentioned something. Either way it's important.
Phoebe continues to stare out of the window, distracted and disinterested.
Guy-Man notices this, places a hand on her head, and turns her head to look around at this new phenomenon.
Also: another Guy-Man/Phoebe gag:
Phoebe makes tea/coffee and spoons in about five spoons of sugar. Guy-Manuel looks on with horror.
Badass Thomas Moment.
The trio are fighting their next threat. Maybe an army of androids is converging on them. Phoebe fights them with her British Ninja Sword Skills.
Thomas and Guy-Man, meanwhile are in the car.
Guy-Man, still in the passenger seat, turned to see Thomas' determinedly glare in shock.
"Thomas...? What are you going to do?" His friend asked.
Clenching his jaw determinedly, glaring out of the windscreen, Thomas Bangalter announced: "Something stupid."
Before anyone could stop him, Thomas glanced backwards out of the rear windscreen, shifted gears and reversed, tyres screeching and sending their car hurtling backwards.
Guy-Man was immensely grateful he had remembered to put on his seat belt as they were sent flying backwards.
He sat with his arms folded stoically as the car was hurtled around like a carousel, looking almost bored by Thomas' driving skills.
(Thomas turns into a Silverstone racing champion.)
(Maybe I should rename this chapter Initial T.)
Thomas revved the car, fish tailed and rammed through the barrier, sending the android army scattering like bowling pins.
Phoebe, meanwhile, decapitated her robotic opponent and suddenly looked up in surprise to see Thomas' car screeching to a halt beside her. Braking so hard and fast smoke billowed from the tyre tracks.
"Phoebe, get in!!" Thomas called, flinging open the back door.
Taking no time to question this, the young woman threw herself into the back seat.
"Thanks for the lift!" She told them.
"What are we going to do now?" She asked them, gazing out of the rear windscreen.
Thomas, meanwhile, also watching out of the rear view mirror, gripped the steering wheel anxiously.
"Hang on." He said calmly.
Phoebe turned to look over at him in confusion. "What do you mean, hang on-??"
Before she could finish, she was suddenly flung backwards as Thomas lunged the car forward.
Thomas drifted and swung the car around so that they were facing the army head on.
Phoebe, in the back seat, was again fling into the passenger rear door so that she now lay prone. As though she had decided to lie down in the back seat.
Guy-Man, looking none the worse for wear as he was still wearing his seat belt, glanced worriedly over at her in the rear view.
"...Are you okay?" He asked her anxiously.
"Yeah, just fine..." she replied sardonically, sitting up and rubbing the back of her head and reaching over to open the back door in front of her.
She turned to Thomas. "Wait here and then swing round to pick me up, okay?" She told him.
He caught her eye and nodded solemnly. "Sure, just be careful."
Phoebe stepped out of the car and paused to roll her neck and shoulders. Before she drew her blade and walked determinedly to meet her adversaries head on.
(Cue fight scene with swords and martial arts vs androids.)
I need to write a scene in the high school prequel where Guy-Man is a closet fantasy geek. He just won't admit it out loud.
He doodles dragons and badass fantasy art, but he'll act all low key about it. But I bet he'd be into D&D source books.
Guy-Man: (tries really hard not to look too interested as he flicks through a source book.) "Yeah, it's pretty cool, I guess." (looks around to see if anyone's watching before geeking out in the corner).
Also Pokémon cards. "What are those things?" (Bit anachronistic since Pokémon came out in 1998, I was 6 and remember them being in school while the series prequal takes place at the earliest in 1995, when I was 3 years old.)
EDIT: My bad Pokémon started out as stickers in Japan I think in 1996.
Guy-Man shot a look at Thomas which clearly asked: "Where did you get this crazy girl from?!" Thomas only grinned back sheepishly in response.
Wandering away from Thomas as he rummaged through a nearby stack of LPs, Guy-Man sauntered over to where Phoebe was looking at some dog eared paper back books.
"Did you guys ever get into Shadowrun?" she asked, shoving a volume towards him.
Guy-Man merely glanced at it with bored disdain. "What's that?"
"It's a sourcebook! About how to play the game and stuff!" "Did you guys ever play D&D?"
"Hmph." Guy-Man muttered, trying not to appear too intrigued. He rifled through it half heartedly.
But he couldn't help poring over the illustrations in the volume. Despite himself, his interest was piqued.
Guy-Man had always had an interest in fantasy and science fiction, though he tried his best not to geek out too much about it. He knew Thomas would never let him live it down despite his closest friend encouraging him to share his artwork at times. Guy-Man supposed he was still shy about it.
Guy-Man slouched against the bookcase, trying hard to look disinterested. He quickly glanced around, checking to see that no one was watching. He ducked around the corner and began eagerly poring over the illustrations of demons and dragons and warriors in the book.
Okay, so I know people like to make out Guy-Man is just grumpy emo badass boy, but we need to remember he's an absolute huge softie underneath all that.
Like just once I want to write out a scene where his stoic facade cracks and he actually let's out a little laugh or he just suddenly breaks out into a huge grin. I've actually done this in fics before and I'm sure others have too. But we need more cute Guy-Man moments.
(Extract.)
Guy-Man paused to exhale a cloud of smoke and wave it away, before he did his best to hide his smile behind his cigarette.
But he couldn't stop himself from giving a slight laugh.
"Heh, you're funny." He said, genuinely. Still overcome with laughter, Guy-Man did his best to cover up his broad grin with his hand.
I'm starting to realise that Guy-Man might not be the hard ass hard training stoic mentor who makes you do 500 push ups and beats you until your black and blue while "sparring."
Guy-Man is definitely the "ughh I'm so mysterious and distant but scratch the surface and I'm the softest, most baby man alive. Don't hug me but actually hug me because I secretly crave affection." Also he drops the "hardass stern mentor" act pretty quickly and let's you get away with stuff.
Maybe it's Thomas who's the exact opposite. You think he's the super laid back chill mentor but he suddenly becomes a God damn drill seargent when he gets motivated enough. But he's stern, but fair. And he'd be a great spotter.
Paul of course, is way too lax. Training? Yeah sure, let's do like ten minutes of shadow boxing then chill on the beach. I'm going to smoke this joint. Also ice cream.
Pedro is the preppy, fun mentor. Like a summer camp counsellor. "Alright, kids! Let's do a fun hike!" And gets you up at 7am, serves a full course kickass breakfast and takes you out to hike and do archery and stuff. He makes it fun!
Thomas stands, flexing his damaged arm, the flesh burnt off, revealing the shining silver chrome of his cybernetic arm. Torn shirt and jacket singed, revealing almost his entire left arm is entirely mechanical. Not to mention the abrasions on his face, revealing his robotic eye and sheen of his metal skull. (Yes, this is a huge Terminator reference.)
Guy-Man, again, shielding his own injured arm. Golden sheen. Gold metal arm. Knee torn from his jeans.
Phoebe stands, clutching her own wound. The arm of her shirt has been torn off, blood runs down her arm. Grime and dirt covers her face, grazes on her cheek.
Pedro barely stands, kunai gripped in one hand, glasses cracked. Hat fallen off or askew. His jeans even more ripped and dirty than usual. Blood runs down his face. Face twisted in pain.
Wherein the French cyborgs have a badass fight scene. (Full scene.)
Back To Thomas and Guy-Man:
The duo manages to find the inner sanctum where The Mystical Funk Dragon is being held.
Thomas paused in front of the palm and retinal scanner. Again, he took Guy-Man aside.
Placing his hand on the scanner, he waited as green light lit up under his palm. It bleeped to indicate that the scan was successful. Thomas briefly glanced at the small screen next to the pad. Brief information about him flashed onto the screen. That made sense. After all, the information the shadowy cabal had gathered about them should have been common knowledge at this point.
Next was the retinal scanner. Thomas paused to straighten his shoulders back determinedly as he raised himself to his full height. Removing his glasses and placing them in his breast pocket, before turning his gaze to the scanner before him.
He stood solemn, stoic. As steely and strong as his gaze.
Guy-Man, watching him, marvelled at Thomas’ change from his normally relaxed demeanour. He seemed to radiate commanding and determined presence.
As he gazed at the scanner anxiously, one could almost see the sheen that betrayed the unnatural glint in one of his eyes. His hazel gaze remained hard and determined, except for the slight automatic contraction of one iris. The miniature camera embedded in his left eye scanned the screen. Within his field of vision small text appeared, feeding Thomas information directly.
Thomas remained resolute. An air of calm professionalism.
Determined not to balk. He held his organic eye up to the scanner. A bright light burned briefly into his vision, causing it to water briefly.
Again, there was a bleep, and he was granted access.
Thomas blinked a couple of times to ease the strain and ghostly afterimage of the light burning his eyes. The stark sheen radiating off the colourless walls certainly didn’t help either. Pausing to rub his eyes for a moment before settling his glasses back on his nose, he turned to Guy-Man, who stood watching him anxiously.
He smiled to ease his friend’s nervousness. “Let’s go.” He told him.
Leading the way into the next room.
“How are we going to get it?” Thomas asked anxiously, while Guy-Man paused to light up a cigarette thoughtfully.
Pausing for a few moments to assess the room again, Guy-Man casually flicked his cigarette into the middle of the room.
Barely had the cigarette touched the floor when a multitude of laser beams suddenly criss-crossed innumerably before them. Slicing the tobacco product into pieces before it burned up in the powerful heat.
Thomas stared in shock. “Well, I didn’t expect it to be that easy.” He noted flippantly.
Guy-Man said nothing, only to glance up at the ceiling thoughtfully. He too scanned the room, looking for anything amiss. Guy-Manuel’s eyes too being augmented as Thomas’ were, it took him no time to notice something.
He nudged Thomas. “Thomas.” He told him, nodding at the ceiling. A sensor.
Thomas looked up too. Catching on to what Guy-Man had in mind.
They have to backflip through a laser hallway while tossing the artefact between each other. Leaping off walls and all sorts.
Finally, the duo stood at the very end of the room facing the statue held within.
The two stood gazing at it warily for a few moments.
“So. Do you want to take it?” Guy-Man asked finally, breaking the silence.
But Thomas was still wary. He held out his arm to hold Guy-Man back. Just in case.
“Wait.” He told him. “There’s something still not right about this.”
Thomas didn’t know for certain, but it still seemed like something else was in store for them. Some other sense told him that this shouldn’t have been this easy.
Hesitantly reaching the plinth, Thomas stepped up to it.
Behind him, Guy-Man looked on nervously. Before he glanced back to keep an eye on anything that could come in behind them.
Thomas, meanwhile, reached out a hand to grab the statue.
But he paused to stare at the artefact for a few moments curiously.
After all this time, and all this way. To finally come face to face with what they had been searching for. Just for this? An unassuming statue, standing innocently on a dais at the end of this room.
As he had suspected, the moment he had reached within the light surrounding it, the flesh on his hand and arm began to melt away. Revealing the metal and wires underneath.
Curiously, Thomas flexed his cybernetic arm. There wasn’t any pain, just the fact that suddenly his flesh had melted away. Some kind of invisible heat or radiation force field, he supposed. If an ordinary flesh and blood person had tried this, they wouldn’t have been leaving intact.
Luckily for them, Thomas mused. His bone density was far more than that. He paused to gaze at his arm, uncovered in its true form after so long. He clenched and unclenched his fist a couple of times, marvelling again at how sinuously it moved, despite being made completely of wires and metal.
He reached in further with his metal arm to grasp the statue. Even under his clothing he could feel his flesh tingling. But the metal parts seemed unaffected.
Thomas paused for a moment longer to realise that he now held what they had been looking for for so long.
But Guy-Man’s voice brought him back to reality. “Thomas?” he announced finally. “I think it’s time to go.”
Thomas turned around to face him, still holding the statue.
Guy-Man approached him, also staring curiously, before he noticed Thomas’ arm.
“Thomas! Your arm-“
But Thomas shrugged him off. “Its okay. It doesn’t hurt.” He replied, almost sounding bitter.
“I can get the tissue replaced later. For now, lets get out of here. Pedro and the others will be waiting for us.”
The duo both paused to share a glance. Guy-Man unconsciously touched his shoulder. Under his own skin, he knew lay his own metal arm. All the way up to his shoulder, with the metal plate under his chest holding his arm and organic flesh together. Tendons, sinew and muscle, all made of that same shining alloy.
But he too brushed these thoughts away as he followed after Thomas, who lead the way out of the room.
The stark, gleaming white walls deceptively clean.
The duo stood silently for a few moments, catching their breath.
Silence pressed in on them from all sides.
Finally, Thomas glanced down to look at the artefact they had obtained.
Suddenly, the duo looked up as more guards burst into the room.
The duo both looked on in irritation. “Looks like we’re not going to walk out of here that easily.”
Both men looked at each other. Silently coming to an agreement, Guy-Man turned back to face down their adversaries. “Thomas, turn on your pain inhibitors.”
Thomas nodded in reply determinedly.
“Okay.” He said, pausing to take off his glasses and place them away in his pocket. He held the figurine to his side and waited as an android came towards him.
At the right moment, Thomas aimed a stunning kick to its abdomen, then backed away as more rushed in to attack.
Taking a moment to calm himself as another android approached, Thomas seemed to almost blink out of existence. One moment he was there, standing in front of the metalloid. The next, only a gust of wind indicated that he had moved.
The mechanoid froze, halting in its tracks. It almost seemed confused, its scanners taking a couple of moments to figure out where its opponent had vanished.
Finally, its stiff robotic movements caused it to turn and face its adversary again. Thomas now stood behind it, with his back facing it. Almost as if he had lost interest in fighting his foe.
Undeterred, the metallic form strode towards him, arms outstretched to attack.
But almost casually, Thomas simply turned around and plunged his cybernetic fist into the robot's chest, almost effortlessly pulling its metal heart free from its body.
The android immediately collapsed, sparking and seizing erratically as its systems were damaged beyond repair.
Thomas merely looked on dispassionately.
(Also Guy-Man one punches a hole through another robot. Symbolism?)
(Fight scene ensues.)
Thomas dodged another hit, only for his opponent to land a hook on his other side, sending him into the wall. He did his best to block the blows as he tried to break away. His opponent instead managed to get another hit and caused Thomas to stumble into the wall, scraping his cheek.
Thomas groaned angrily as he turned to his opponent. The abrasion on his cheek revealing the metal underneath. Under the harsh bright lights, his metal cheekbone gleamed.
Sufficiently incensed, Thomas struck at his opponent a few times. His anger giving power to his formidable blows.
He calmly tore his opponents apart with his own augmented strength. His metal arm easily tore off the arm of another foe as he calmly blugeoned it with its own detached limb.
Meanwhile, Guy-Man also casually punched through another robot's chest as though it was paper.
Guy-Man tells Phoebe to demonstrate her moves. Since Guy-Man trained her in his staff techniques, he wants her to show them off.
Phoebe steps into the middle of the demonstration field. She picks out a staff with a dull bladed edge.
Sitting in the stands watching, Xavier paused to take a bite of his sandwich/popcorn/whatever he's eating idk.
He nudged Gaspard beside him, who seemed to be staring off into the horizon, slumped in his seat, looking bored. "Oh hey, is that a MFing Guandao?" Xavier asked.
A couple of seconds of silence followed, before Xavier's brain finally clicked. No one else seemed to react to this display.
He immediately turned to Guy-Man, almost in hysterics. "THAT'S A MFING GUANDAO?? YOU TAUGHT HER HOW TO USE A GUANDAO??" He yelled.
(Authors note: Big "Oh fuck, that's an anti tank rifle. OH FUCK THATS AN ANTI TANK RIFLE!!" Vibes. Hellsing Abridged.)
Without even turning round, or indeed flinching or showing any concern at this display, Guy-Man simply replied, "Yeah, I did."
He paused to take a casual sip of his drink. "It was obvious, really. My style uses staves a lot. So I thought, why not?"
After her display, Xavier egarly bounded over to congratulate her.
"Aww, and look how small she is! That things bigger than you!" Xavier teased, ruffling her hair and giving her a playful squeeze in the shoulder. (Cue short joke)
Phoebe looked shocked for a moment, before she wordlessly shot him a glare.
Embarrassed at his faux pas, Xavier simply grinned and turned away.
