chat i dont think i’m gonna finish all these before the week is up
Day 2 Hero/Villain
The ninja team are on a museum heist and Lloyd’s on distract duty. Problem is the security guard he’s meant to distract is kind of cute.
Around 2652 words :) i don't know how museum security works and im not doing the research to find out
“Would’ve thought there would be more people back here.” Cole muttered.
“Not too much interesting about a bunch of pots.” Jay responded over the radio.
“I’d have to disagree.” Zane argued. “The design and history present in them can be quite fascinating.”
“Tell that to this empty ass room.” Kai scoffed.
“Pottery history is great and all, but,” Lloyd cut through the conversation. “Any updates on the statue?”
“We’re still working on it, Lloyd.” Nya informed. “We’re getting real close, though. Jay’s almost cracked the last password you’ll need.”
Lloyd huffed. This was possibly one of the most boring ways a heist could go awry. Well, boring for those on the floor. It was probably hectic as hell for those behind the scenes.
The original plan was for Cole, Kai, and Lloyd to go into the museum during opening hours, steal some real expensive sculpture that was being held in a storage room, sneak it out the back, get away in the van, and get it to the buyer.
In and out like that. No more than an hour should’ve been spent in this building.
Yet here they were, on hour four in this place because someone decided to switch which room the sculpture was in.
For once, they had every detail of the plan laid out to the letter. Every guard, every password, every exit had been figured out and accounted for, but the one thing that they hadn’t thought of, the one thing that they thought couldn’t go wrong, went wrong.
So now Lloyd was stuck wandering the museum with Cole and Kai, while Zane, Jay, and Nya were in the van, scrambling to figure out the new location of the statue and how to get it out of the museum before the place closed.
No, of course, they couldn’t wait until some other time to grab the sculpture. The buyer wanted it by tonight or else they’d back out of the deal. And the sculpture might not even be in the museum by tomorrow.
Kai stuck his tongue out at one of the old vases he was staring at. “It just gets repetitive after a while, doesn’t it? Staring at dusty old pots. I’d’ve rather tripped a wire than have this relocation stuff happen. It would’ve been more exciting than just waiting around.”
“Really.” Cole agreed. “That would’ve at least led to some high speed chase or maybe some kind of stealth escape.”
“Can we not openly talk about our crimes in public?” Lloyd asked.
Cole spread his arms, gesturing to how empty the room was. “Who’s gonna hear it, Lloyd? No one’s here.”
“Yeah, everyone’s at the space exhibits or the dinosaurs.” Kai added. “Y’know, the cool stuff we could be looking at instead of ceramics.”
“Well, it’s not our fault the museum decided to relocate the statue near all the pottery.” Nya chimed in, over their earpieces.
“Where even is that storage room?” Kai wondered. “You guys said it was around here, but I haven’t seen anything.”
“The entrance out of the public area is in the next room over, but there’s a few more hallways and doors after that.”
Kai beelined to the spot she pointed out, eager for something else to do. He looked around the corner for a second, then beckoned the other two over.
“We lucked out.” He told them. “It’s just one guard standing next to the door. No one else in the room.”
“I’ll distract him.” Lloyd offered.
“I’ve got it!” Jay shouted in excitement, cutting off Lloyd’s time to detail a quick plan. He lowered his volume. “Sorry, sorry. I’ve got the last password. I’m sending them to Cole in the order that you’ll need them. I think there’s also a lock or two you’ll have to pick.”
Cole checked his phone. “Got ‘em. Is everyone ready?”
“Been ready for the past three hours.” Kai patted Lloyd on the back and shoved him towards the entrance of the next room. “Go get ‘em, Lloyd.”
“Cameras are going down now.” Zane said. “I’d say you have about twenty to thirty minutes before they figure out how to get them back online.”
Lloyd stepped out into the room, with no real plan in mind. If it was a bigger crowd, Lloyd would fake an injury to draw attention to himself, but that would probably be suspicious in a room with just two people in it.
He figured he’d act casual and peruse the ceramics in this room before trying anything.
…Kai was right. All the artifacts just kind of blended into each other with no real distinction between one and the next.
At least the ones in the last room were decorated and intact, these ones were just plain, broken fragments. If you got lucky, one would have a legible pattern scratched into the surface, but that seemed to be it.
But he wasn’t here to complain about pottery, he had to figure out how to get that guard away from the door.
Lloyd supposed he could always go up and talk to him, but that probably wouldn’t get him away from the door. He could also call him over somehow, but he would have to figure out how to and that might not even work.
“Are you interested in the bowls?”
Lloyd spun to find the security guard calling to him from across the room. He was still standing by the door, but his attention was now on Lloyd.
Now, Lloyd was not at all interested in the bowls. In fact, he didn’t even know he had been staring at bowls.
But, in his time of distracting security guards, never had the guard themselves set up the bait.
“Are these bowls?” Lloyd asked. “I figured they were something else.”
“The ones you’re looking at are bowls, but there’s other kinds of kitchen items in here.”
Lloyd could see the broken pieces in front of him coming from more bowl-shaped objects. “I guess they are bowls. Do you know a lot about these things?”
The guard shrugged. “A good amount.”
Easy catch. “You mind telling me more?”
The guard looked left, then right. A useless action, no one else was in the room, but him and Lloyd. He picked himself off the wall and walked over to the display case Lloyd was standing in front of. His back was to both the storage room door and the entrance to the room.
As he got closer, Lloyd picked out a few general details about him. Black hair and a little taller than Lloyd’s height. Lloyd still figured that he could take him in a fight if it came down to it. He had a standard security jacket thrown over his clothing and no other gear besides a walkie-talkie.
The guard leaned over the glass display case. “Well, for starters, everything in this room is pottery from a bunch of ancient eastern villages.” The guard motioned across the room. He brought his hand back to the display in front of him. “These ones specifically were used for religious purposes.”
Cole poked his head into the room, noticing the guard abandoning his post. As soon as the guard’s eyes were off Lloyd, he motioned with his head for Cole and Kai to move.
Lloyd fed him a question or two to keep him talking. “Religious purposes? How can you tell?”
The guard pointed at the little plaque beneath the case, which stated all the stuff he said very clearly
“Oh.” Lloyd knew he looked dumb, but that was the least of his worries.
Kai and Cole shuffled across the room as quietly as possible, reaching the door that was meant to be guarded. Cole began to figure out the keypad, while Kai kept watch for him.
“I mean, besides that,” the guard continued, “you can tell by the etching on the bowls.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, you see those patterns on the bowl?”
Lloyd could. They were the same ones Lloyd had dismissed earlier as barely legible scrawls.
“They’re images of old gods, or what people thought they looked like.”
Lloyd pointed to one. “That one doesn’t look like a person.”
“Because it’s not. Some people thought the gods appeared as snakes or other animals.”
Lloyd looked back up to check Cole and Kai’s progress. Cole had figured out the password and gotten the door unlocked with minimal noise. The guard didn’t notice as Cole and Kai slipped through the door.
Hard part was over. Of course, Lloyd couldn’t bail immediately. The longer the guard stood over here, the more progress Kai and Cole could make without the guard noticing something was off.
“These guys thought that this god in particular appeared as a tiger sometimes. He was a god of the hunt, though, so that makes sense.” The guard kept talking and Lloyd listened. Not much else to do.
“And so what was this bowl used for?”
“Ah, there could be a bunch of things. Maybe they used it for prayers before a hunt, maybe they used it to sacrifice their winnings from a hunt to thank the god. Some people think they used it for rituals to commemorate hunting games.”
Lloyd nodded along, feigning interest. Or…well, he thought he was feigning interest. Some of the stuff the guard was talking about was kind of interesting.
“Hey, Lloyd. You’re free to go now.” Jay radioed to him over his earpiece. “Kai and Cole are making enough progress that we’d be gone before anyone finds anything out.”
Lloyd could not respond to Jay, but honestly, he wasn’t paying much attention to anything besides the guard.
As the guard rambled about all the uses of a bowl, Lloyd did not miss the way his eyes lit up when bringing up the different possibilities. The guard’s enthusiasm for the subject was clear on his face as he kept talking.
Lloyd liked hearing people nerd out about stuff they liked and he would be lying if he didn’t find it a little adorable.
…
Holy shit, there was no way he was catching feelings for a security guard.
“Oh, I didn’t mean to talk your ear off, though.” The guard stopped his ramblings and apologized. “I’m sure you’ve got other exhibits to see.”
“No, no. It’s fine.” Why was he saying that? “I was boring myself to death staring at this stuff. But I hadn’t thought about all the things you brought up. Makes it a little more interesting.”
“Lloyd, that was the perfect opportunity to get away.” Nya remarked.
Unhelpful commentary aside, Lloyd had come to that realization himself. Why was he even still here? Kai and Cole were probably out of there by now and him staying here would only hold up the mission.
The guard looked at him with confusion. “Then why are you back here? You’re like three rooms deep into this pottery exhibit.”
A fact Lloyd was painfully aware of. He played dumb. “I don’t know. I was just wandering.”
The guard bought it, thankfully. “That’s fair. Not many people come all the way back here. It’s so deep into the museum and they don’t keep anything too exciting over here.”
“It seems exciting to you. How come you know so much about this stuff?” Why was he perpetuating the conversation?
“Lloyd, I don’t mean to question your tactics,” Zane radioed in, “but are you flirting with the security guard?”
Lloyd ignored him. He was in too deep now. The guard seemed shocked at Lloyd’s comment. “Oh, thank you. I work in the museum, so I usually get to spend a lot of time with the stuff.”
“So you don’t usually do security work?”
“Not really. I’m usually the info guy and I’m posted farther up, but apparently they moved something important behind that door.” He pointed to the door that Cole and Kai had disappeared behind however long ago. “It was a quick switch and they were short on staff so they just told me to stand by it for a few hours.
“Keep this between you and me,” the guard leaned in closer to Lloyd, “but the museum said that caught word that someone was gonna steal whatever they put back there.”
Lloyd feigned shock. “Really? Shouldn’t you still be over there if it’s so important?”
“Eh, if it was that important, they’d put more people back here. But so few people come back here, I guess they thought one guy was enough.”
“Or maybe they thought that you were enough to handle any threat.”
The guard laughed at his joke and Lloyd would definitely be willing to hear that laugh again. “You’ve got jokes. Although, you are right, I should get back over there, eventually. Is there anything else you wanted to know about anything in here?”
Yes. He almost said that, but Zane reminded him of reality. “Lloyd, I appreciate you finally trying to find a date, but you need to get out of there. We are not sabotaging the mission because you have a crush.”
A harsh reality, but Lloyd supposed he could always come back. “I’d love to, really, but I’ve got somewhere to be. How about I get your name so I know who to look for if I return?”
An idiot, he was. He may or may not have walked right into a trap he set up himself.
“You’re not the most perceptive, are you?” The guard gestured to his nametag. In Lloyd’s defense, it was slightly hidden behind his jacket. “It’s Brad. Brad Tudabone, but just Brad’ll do.”
Then, the guard asked the question Lloyd regretted setting up. “What’s yours?”
Nya, oh so helpfully, chided Lloyd. “I don’t care how cute you find the security guard, Lloyd. You are not going to give him your name.”
Now, Lloyd could’ve given him his real name and just hoped that the mission went so smoothly no one would ever consider him as a part of the heist. Lloyd could’ve given him a fake name, but it probably wasn’t the best move to start off with a lie like that. Lloyd could’ve also given him no name at all, and just bluff his way out of the situation, somehow, but that would’ve probably been the most suspicious thing to do.
His silence was going on for a beat too long.
“It’s Lloyd.”
He gave him his name. It seemed like the easiest option.
He could hear shouts of disagreement over his earpiece, but he just had to ignore them once more. Maybe Lloyd was a common enough name that he wouldn’t remember it. Or maybe he’d luck out and Brad wouldn’t tell anyone that he had seen Lloyd around here.
Brad looked Lloyd up and down. “Lloyd, huh? Alright, well, I guess I’ll see you around then.”
He waved Lloyd off and Lloyd waved back as he left the room to make his way out to the nearest exit of the museum.
“Lloyd, that is the dumbest thing you've ever done for a mission.” Nya stated once he had gotten to the van.
“He didn’t even do it for the heist,” Kai called from the back. “That conversation could’ve lasted five minutes and everything would’ve gone exactly the same.”
“Why’d you even give him your name?” Cole asked. “I feel like getting his number would’ve been so much easier and also wouldn’t have given up identifying information.”
“I didn’t think about that,” Lloyd admitted.
“No, no.” Jay responded from the shotgun seat. “I think Lloyd did the right thing by not getting his number. That would’ve been moving too fast.”
“Getting a number is too fast?”
“For this situation? Yes.”
The truck descended into conversation as to whether getting his number would’ve been jumping the gun, and also the fact that Lloyd would probably get implicated in this crime, but Lloyd couldn’t find it in him to join.
He was about to gain a much greater interest in pottery.
fic that started with the idea of 'what if chen met little morro and was omnious about the curse of the first?' and grew into this 8,195 word behemoth.
the main fic is 7678 words, epilogue is an additional 519 words. that doesn't add up but take it up with the word counter, not me.
Ambition [Ao3 Link]
“No, no. This is nothing like that. Morro is-,” Wu sighed, both in annoyance and to collect himself. “He is my student.”
Chen’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Your student?” He asked quickly and half-breathless, like he could hardly believe the words he was speaking. “I did not know you were teaching, Wu. You didn’t list it in your responsibilities. So then, unless I am missing something, he is your…”
“Yes, he is my first student.” Wu finished.
“YOUR FIRST?!” He practically shouted, shock and amazement abundant in his voice. “Ho, ho! Well, that’s exciting, isn’t it?!” He bent down a little to match Morro’s height and met him eye-to-eye. “How does it feel to be Wu’s little guinea pig?”
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Chen pays the monastery a visit, only to find Wu has taken in his first student. He offers Wu some advice, teacher to teacher, but Wu is understandably hesitant to implement advice from the master of lies.
A piece of wood clattered onto the ground.
Wu looked up from the papers he had just begun reviewing to find the source of the noise. His student was standing over a fallen beam of wood, just a little taller than him, and was cheering very loudly.
Morro’s gloats towards the single wooden beam rang through the courtyard of the monastery, the pride he felt in his accomplishment was evident on his face.
“Take that, you stupid board! That’s the power of the wind.” He was practically beaming with excitement as he insulted the inanimate object for doing nothing but what he asked it to do.
Watching the sight, Wu felt just as proud as his own student was. Of course, it wasn’t the most major of accomplishments. He knew the full extent of the power of the wind and it could do much, much more than knock over a single piece of wood.
But the wind was a very, very fickle element. It was known both for being tricky to master and taking a while to fully trust its masters, especially ones so young. So for Morro to be making any progress at all with the element in such a short time was enough to fill Wu’s chest with pride and put a smile of his own on his face.
He was happy to see his student happy. What a revelation that had been to him.
Initially, he did not believe that it would be worth it to take in any students at all. He was aware of the time, effort and energy that the task would require, but he had already had so many responsibilities and figured taking in a student would only serve as a distraction to himself. Despite how great people made the reward for teaching seem, it had never really appealed to him, and so, he figured he should never take up the title of sensei or master.
But evident by what he was feeling now, those people had been right. Very, very right. Morro had only been around for about two weeks now, but oh, what an amazing two weeks it had been.
Seeing his student learn, grow, and develop his skills, using both his teachings and what he learned on his own was such a wonderful experience. Wu felt silly for ever doubting that teaching would be no good for him. Any possible downsides were completely obsolete to the joy he felt in seeing his student succeed.
Morro looked up from the beam towards Wu, who was sitting on the steps to the courtyard. He pointed excitedly to the wood on the ground. “Sensei! Did you see that?”
Wu nodded. “I did.”
“The wind listened! I asked it to do something and it listened to me!”
“So it did! That means it’s starting to trust you more. Either that or your power over it is getting stronger.”
Morro nodded eagerly. Powers above, he was ecstatic. The boy was close to jumping up and down with joy. “Okay! I’m gonna try it again!”
Wu laughed. “Of course, but don’t overexert yourself. You don’t want to risk hurting yourself or angering the wind.”
“I won’t!” Morro assured him and turned back to set the wooden beam back up before stopping. “Actually, I want to try two this time!”
With that, he ran past Wu and inside the monastery to find another beam.
Wu chuckled at the show of eagerness. Yes, teaching was the right call for him. This joy was simply unmatched and he’d shirk a thousand responsibilities for this one. Perhaps he should consider taking in more students.
Unable to return to his papers, he found his eyes on the beam Morro had left laying on the ground.
It helped more that Morro was learning fast. He had truly lucked out in encountering a boy like him. Wu could already tell he’d be a prodigy. A truly powerful warrior was in the making. It was great that he would have someone like Wu to be there for him, to teach him how to hone his skills and how to put them to good use.
Three knocks sounded out on the great wooden gates of the monastery. Sharp and quick, yet firm.
Odd. He didn’t think he was expecting anyone. But the monastery does get its visitors from time to time and sometimes those visitors don’t give forewarning that they are arriving.
Wu stood and crossed the yard to get the door, leaving the papers he had been examining in a neat stack behind.
Once he reached the gate, he asked, “Who is it?”
“Whaaat?” The visitor drawled in a tell-tale grating voice. “Can’t anyone pay a visit to this monastery of legend?”
Wu grimaced. Unfortunately, he didn’t need to do any further questioning to figure out who was on the other side of the door. Not many people had such a recognizable voice and even less spoke as arrogantly as this.
He sighed and let his head hit the doors, muttering tiny curses that he prayed his visitor couldn’t hear through the wood. Any joy he felt previously was washed away at the thought of having to deal with this man for the next however long.
“Well, Wu? Don’t tell me I walked up all these stairs for nothing. It’s rude to leave a guest waiting, you know?”
Reluctantly, Wu bit back more insults and curses, but he did not hide the scorn and disdain on his face as he undid the locks on the door and opened it to reveal:
“Chen.” Wu spat.
The master returned a smile. A cruel grin, masquerading as something pleasant and welcoming. But his eyes gave him away, always scheming. “Wu! A pleasure to see you as always. Time is treating you well, I see.”
Wu didn’t feel like exchanging pleasantries. “Why have you come here?”
“Like I said, can I not just visit the monastery? It’s a wonderful place.”
“Someone like you always has ulterior motives, Chen.” Wu hissed this time. “Why have you come here?”
Chen’s smile faltered for a moment. His eyebrow raised ever so slightly before his smile returned, as lukewarm as ever. “Very well. I just want to know if you may know where your brother may be.”
It’s a lie. It’s a lie, and Wu knew it because it’s all lies with Chen. Lies and manipulation. But this was one of his weaker ones. “Why would I know any more than you? Aren’t you his teacher?”
Chen shrugged. “Temporarily, Wu. All students outgrow their masters eventually. For one reason or another.”
Wu, in his growing annoyance, dismissed the cryptic musing. “But you’re teaching him now. Why wouldn’t he tell you where he’s gone?”
“I don’t know. He never told me where he was going this time and I’m not entitled to know his every movement. Teachers don’t have absolute control over their students, you know.” Chen paused, then pursed his lips. “Are you going to keep me waiting out here?”
“Yes.” And with that, Wu went to slam the gate on him.
Unfortunately, it did not fully close. Chen had shoved his foot between the doors.
If the impact on his foot had hurt, he didn’t show it, that calm and cruel smile remaining on his face. “Wu. It’s a million steps to get up here. Don’t tell me I climbed them all in vain.”
Wu grimaced again. He realized that this would probably be over much quicker if he just let Chen in. Even if he didn’t, Chen would probably wriggle his way in somehow. At least this way, he could keep an eye on him.
With a sigh, he stepped to the side. “Fine. But make it quick.”
Chen’s smile grew a bit and Wu felt a shiver run down his back. “I’ll be out of your hair before you know it.”
Chen meandered around the simple courtyard, taking in the scenery. It truly wasn’t anything fascinating. Mostly bare walls and bare floor. Wu trailed after him, rarely taking his eyes off the dark master. Wu never had any reason to decorate and never felt ashamed of it before, but with his precious courtyard under Chen’s calculating stare, he did feel slightly so.
Of course, he’d never let Chen know that.
“I mean, not even a plant, Wu.” Chen commented. He turned to Wu. “This place could use a little sprucing up, don’t you think?”
Wu indulged him, abandoning his earlier idea. “I guess it does. But I have other responsibilities. Decoration can wait for another time. Perhaps a more peaceful one.”
Chen hummed. “It’s useless to wait for what won’t come, Wu. Sometimes it can help to prioritize what seems unimportant. To indulge yourself for a bit. It may pay off in the end.”
“Last I checked, you are my brother’s teacher, not mine.”
“I guess so.” He looked down and kicked the beam of wood Morro had left lying on the ground. “And you’re leaving a mess, too? I thought you were better than this, Wu. If you’re not going to decorate, you should at least clean up.”
Wu huffed. “And last I checked, you’re not my father, either. This mess is recent, and like I said, I have other responsibilities to attend to.”
“Hmm, then what are these other responsibilities? What’s keeping you so busy, Wu?” The grin on his face was so, so cheeky. So self assured. So entitled. Wu hated it.
Chen was a dangerous man to talk to. Wu knew he couldn’t outright deny Chen information, as Chen would take that as a challenge and would not rest until he had pried the information from Wu’s lips and Chen was a man who knew how to pester. Wu shivered to think about enduring that.
But Wu didn’t want to straight up lie to Chen, either. Not only would it put him close to Chen’s level (even if their situations were different), to be a liar and a deceiver who makes false promises for nothing but his own gain, but Chen was a man who lived in lies. Wu believed that Chen was someone who knew how to recognize them, so he probably couldn’t get away with lying to him.
So Wu did the next best thing. “A lot of things, but mostly research. All the scrolls in the library won’t read themselves and I must stay up to date on what happens in Ninjago.”
He kept his responses vague and general, withholding critical information and not signalling to its existence. It wasn’t an outright denial, but it wasn’t complete lies either. With luck and careful wording, Chen won’t get anything too serious on him. He could deal with being questioned about his research, as it’d be easy to stay away from the real important stuff as long as he kept control.
“Ah, I see.” Chen spotted the papers Wu had left sitting on the courthouse steps. Their meandering had taken them right next to them without Wu noticing. He winced as Chen picked them up, cursing internally for not securing them before Chen could get his hands on them. He couldn’t control what Chen knew if Chen was looking at the papers himself.
Thankfully, he didn’t think there was anything among that particular stack that was either confidential or sensitive information or something Chen didn’t know, so he made no move to take it from Chen. Wu did not want to risk any kind of fighting right now.
Chen muttered synopses of the info as he rifled through a few of the papers. “Locations of major vengestone deposits…Lineage of Ninjago City royalty…Speculation on variations in elemental mastery…ah,”
There was one thing in there that he’d prefer not to talk about, however. “The prophecy of the Green Ninja.” He held up that particular piece of paper and turned it to Wu. “What made you want to read about this?”
“It’s always important to stay updated.”
“Yes, well, danger’s always on the horizon.” Chen mused. “But surely, you don’t think any ‘great danger’ is awakening anytime soon?”
“Again, it is always important to stay updated, Chen.” Wu repeated. “No, I don’t think the ‘great danger’ is coming soon, but destiny works in mysterious ways. I don’t know what the signs are and I have no way to truly tell when it will be here until it’s already at the door. I may as well do my research before that day comes.”
Chen chuckled. “So you are paranoid?”
“I’m simply staying updated.” Wu repeated once more.
“Ho, ho. Alright, Wu. Whatever helps you sleep at night.” Chen returned to the papers and skimmed through the last of them. Hopefully, Chen would lose his interest once done with them and would leave. Wu took his eyes off of Chen as he went through the rest of the stack. Chen gave a small, restrained hum of amusement. “Interesting.” And he began to realign the papers and sort them back into how he found them.
Nothing else in there prompted any further questioning from Chen and Wu was happy that the dark master would finally leave, until he heard the door to the monastery slide open and his joy was washed away once more as he realized Chen would most likely stick around much, much longer.
Morro began to run out of the monastery, two wooden beams tucked under his arms and an ever-delightful smile on his face, before he stopped suddenly upon noticing the visitor.
Chen looked up at the guest, wonder briefly flashing on his features before his masquerading smile returned to his face. “Well, well. Who is our little guest, Wu?”
Wu quipped, “I’d say it’s you,” before he stepped over to Morro to assure him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “It’s alright, Morro. He’s not going to stay long.”
Briefly, he considered the idea of telling Chen to get lost and leave, but that would be an outright denial of information and he couldn’t do that, as that’d only make Chen more curious. It was better that Morro and Chen meet now, while he’s watching both of them and could make sure Chen wouldn’t tell Morro anything too dangerous.
Being the mutual party, Wu introduced the two. “Morro, this is Chen. He’s my brother’s teacher. Chen, this is Morro.” And then, he held his tongue. If Chen wanted to know more, he’d have to ask.
Chen was silent for a bit, but his eyes never once left Morro. He was surveying the kid, adding him to his list of information that he had and attempting to match him to any of his internal records. It was an intense gaze and Morro shrunk under it. Wu tightened his grip on Morro’s shoulder. Whether to assure Morro or himself, he didn’t know.
Finally, Chen spoke. “There’s no way you had a kid, Wu. I did not take you for the type.”
Wu blushed slightly at the accusation. “No, no. This is nothing like that. Morro is-,” Wu sighed, both in annoyance and to collect himself. “He is my student.”
Chen’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. His eyes were still on Morro. He was not quite smiling yet. “Your student?” He asked quickly and half-breathless, like he could hardly believe the words he was speaking. “I did not know you were teaching, Wu. You didn’t list it in your responsibilities.” He smacked him in the chest with the papers. And then, a dangerous curiosity flashed in Chen’s eyes as a thought came to him. He slowly turned his gaze back to Morro. “So then, unless I am missing something, he is your…”
“Yes, he is my first student.” Wu finished.
And then, Chen’s smile returned to his face once more. But it was not the one from before. It was not the one that had calculation and confidence behind it. The one that expertly hid the extent of his true feelings. The one that maintained the persona of a deceiver.
This smile had true emotion behind it. True glee and excitement was in that smile, his surprise at the information leaking through his usual collected persona.
“YOUR FIRST?!” He practically shouted, shock and amazement abundant in his voice. Wu was equally as shocked at the reaction and the spectacle in front of him. He had never seen the dark master act so giddy before, especially at something so seemingly trivial. Chen gave a few surprised laughs before returning to a normal volume. “Ho, ho! Well, that’s exciting, isn’t it?!” He bent down a little to match Morro’s height and met him eye-to-eye. “How does it feel to be Wu’s little guinea pig?”
Morro didn’t have a response. Wu saw he was practically frozen staring down the dark master. Wu pulled him back a little bit, away from Chen. “He’s not some science experiment, Chen.”
“Oh, of course not.” Chen straightened up and seemed to recompose himself, but his eyes still stayed on Morro and there was something new in his gaze. Was he marveling at Morro? Whatever it was, he seemed to be newly excited. Chen continued. “But you are lucky, young man, to have such a prestigious man as your teacher.”
“That’s enough.”
“Oh, everyone knows that it’s rude to dodge compliments, Wu. Especially ones that are true. Your teacher comes from an honorable, divine lineage.”
Morro’s fright was fading, being replaced by curiosity. “Really?”
“Yes. Has he not told you? He’s the son of the First Spinjitzu Master, creator of all Ninjago.” Chen poked Wu in the chest as he said that, causing Wu to recoil and sneer. “You are learning from the very, very best.”
“Is that true?”
“Would I lie about such a thing? Of course it is! And I’m sure he will pass down all he learned from him to you.”
Morro’s eyes lit up at the idea. “Woah! That’s amazing! You never told me that, sensei!”
“Is that so?” Chen turned to Wu. “How come? This seems pretty important.”
Wu gritted his teeth. “It did not seem important or relevant at the time or to my teachings.”
“Oh, what kind of teacher doesn’t introduce themselves? You must prioritize what seems unimportant, Wu. Indulge yourself. Toot your own horn, as they say. Plus, it’s not kind to keep secrets. Especially from your own students.”
“So it seems,” was all Wu could manage in response. Was this really how he’d be spending his afternoon?
“So it does.” Chen smiled, something he seemed to love to do. “And think! Imagine what else he is keeping from you, Morro. A man like him has many things to tell, I’m sure.”
Morro got excited again at the prospect, bouncing on his toes at the idea. “Ooh. What else could you tell me about? What was the First Spinjitzu Master like?”
Oh, the gleam in the boy’s eyes was so bright. There was nothing but pure curiosity in there. Something within Wu desperately wanted to cave to that gaze. To tell Morro all he knew and more. Just to see him keep having those moments of revelation and learning over and over again.
But he’d be telling too much too soon. These things were not relevant now. He’d have to wait until Morro knew more about what he needed to know before telling him what he wanted to know. Wu took a heavy, difficult breath and mustered his best smile. “Ah, maybe another time, Morro. For now, why don’t you go back to what you were doing?” He gestured for Morro to go away from them and Morro, although a little dejected, listened to him.
The boy began to set back up the beams of wood, while Wu did not say anything more. He hoped Chen would take the hint and take his leave, but he knew better than that.
“So, Wu, tell me, what was so interesting about the boy that you had to take him in, huh?”
“To be honest, I’m not quite sure.” He really should not be confiding in Chen, but Wu hoped humoring him for a tiny bit and giving him slightly deeper information would get Chen off his back. “I found him rustling through the trash out front-”
“Stealing from you?”
“Technically, yes.” An odd question, but he didn’t pay it mind. “And he just had that look in his eyes, so I took him in.”
“And your intuition turned out to be right?”
“Yes, he’s quite the fast learner. I think he’ll turn out to be a great fighter.”
“Mmm, maybe so. He does seem to be rather eager. And why haven’t you told me he’s our new Master of Wind yet?”
Wu managed to only hmph in response, repressing the urge to further verbalize his frustrations. Of course he knew. He always knew. But at least it wouldn’t hurt to learn why he knew, and so he asked: “How did you know?”
“Ah, it’s the motions he’s practicing. They’re flowing. Light and airy.” Chen gestured to Morro and mimicked his actions with one arm. “Even he doesn’t know it, they are motions of the wind.”
“You’re bluffing.”
“Hah, only slightly. He’s also trying to knock the beam over without harming it. I can’t think of many other elements you would try such a drill with. At least ones that are missing as of right now.”
Wu thought about it for a second and supposed Chen was right. But he wasn’t going to let Chen know that. “Lucky guess.”
“I do like to gamble every now and then.” Chen hummed. “It has been a while since we’ve seen the last Master of Wind, though. You should reach out to the Master of Water. See if she can help the boy. She might have a better idea of how the wind works with the whole Storm Element thing.”
That actually wasn’t too bad of an idea. It was actually something Wu began to consider. But again, Wu wasn’t going to give Chen the satisfaction of knowing that. “I think I’m doing well enough for now. I’ll be fine for the basics at least.”
Chen didn’t give a response and Wu looked over to him to see why. He was going back through the papers he had taken earlier, focused on one in particular. His bushy eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as he read over the paper. The one about the prophecy of the Green Ninja.
Chen looked up at Morro, then down at the paper. Back up at Morro, then down again to the paper. Back up and down once more before Chen smiled that same gleeful grin from before that honestly scared Wu.
He sharply turned that grin to Wu. “Wu, you clever man! You think this boy is-”
Wu slammed a hand over Chen’s mouth. Maybe a rude gesture, but Chen was a rude man. “Might! He might be. Keep your voice down.”
Chen’s eyebrows shot up in surprise at Wu’s actions, but they quickly set into a smile soon after.
“Whaaat? But this is such an exciting prospect! You really don’t want him to know, Wu?” No matter how muffled his voice was, it’d always be annoying.
“Not really. At least, not right now.” Wu sighed. He removed his hand. “I…I’d like to be more sure about it before I do.”
“Agh, but this is a good opportunity to inspire some ambition in your student, Wu! Do you know how I get the best out of my students, hmm?”
“By pitting them against each other constantly, causing hostile rivalries to form instead of brotherly bonds?”
“I give them something great to aspire for!” Chen ignored the dig at him, instead choosing to further push for his ideology. “I give them a goal that they should strive to work towards! Something desired by all, but only achievable by the very best! And the best is what they’ll be if they keep working towards what I’ve set out for them! And well,” He shook the papers in his hand. “I can’t imagine anything greater to become than a prophesied hero of legend.”
Wu hummed. He could understand where Chen was coming from. The idea of how he’d keep his student motivated to continue learning wasn’t something he had considered.
But Chen was being ridiculous with what he was actually proposing. There had to be better goals to use for motivation than a prophecy that was out of the student’s control. “I just don’t want to give my student false hope, Chen.”
“Is it false hope?”
“It could be. The role of the Green Ninja is one that comes with a lot of…pressure. I don’t want to risk anything.”
“Oh, a lot of pressure, but a lot of promise, too. What’s life without a few risks, Wu?”
“A safe bet where no one gets hurt unnecessarily!” Wu snapped. Why was this what Chen wanted to pester him about? Didn’t he know when things weren’t his business? “Plus, Morro has plenty of ambition as is. He doesn’t need anymore. Didn’t you acknowledge that yourself?”
“Oh, I said he had eagerness. I said nothing about his ambition.”
“Does the difference matter?”
“It does, it does. You see, you have an eager boy here. But there is nothing to direct that eagerness towards. Do you see what I am getting at?”
“Complete nonsense is what I’m hearing. I have a student who is excited to learn. Is that not all you need from a student?”
“Not in the long run, Wu. After a while, his excitement with learning will peter out, especially if you continue teaching him in that…hands-off way you seem to prefer.”
Insults on top of pestering him? Was there no depth that Chen wouldn’t stoop? He certainly wouldn’t convince Wu if he kept this up. “There is always more to learn, Chen. That fact alone will keep him going.”
Chen chuckled. “Your confidence is amusing, Wu. But it will not. That is an abstract fact you’re speaking of. An unfocused one. What happens when the idea isn’t enough? When the simple concept of ‘more’ doesn’t motivate him anymore?”
“Morro is a very capable boy.” What the hell was Chen on about? He had sounded slightly reasonable before, but now, he was sounding insane. “By then, he will have learned all he needs to know and I will have trained an honorable, talented student.”
“Oh yes, you have the beginnings of a very talented boy on your hands, but he is just that. A young boy who has yet to unlock that talent. Who’s to say his drive won’t run out long before he reaches this peak you speak of or that one day he believes he doesn’t need your teachings anymore? You did say you were fine for the basics, didn’t you? What happens when the basics aren’t enough? You need to set out something tangible for him to want to achieve, to prove you are worth his time and always will be, otherwise…” Chen shrugged. “He may become disinterested with you.”
Wu grinded his teeth as he thought about Chen’s words. Unfortunately, he could understand Chen’s point, much to Wu’s chagrin. The thought of Morro eventually becoming unmotivated or frustrated with Wu’s teachings did stir some fear in him, but surely it couldn’t be as big of a deal as Chen made it out to be.
Yes, that was it. Chen was a liar by nature and trade. He was merely exaggerating and twisting the facts to get on Wu’s nerves. “While that may be a possibility, I will do everything in my power to ensure it doesn’t happen. There are better, safer ways to encourage learning in students than your methods.”
“I don’t think you’re getting it, Wu. If you keep teaching him the way you have been, his desire to learn more, to stay with you, will run out eventually.” Chen stated firmly, as if it was fact and not speculation. “But if you tell him about this, you can keep it going for as long as needed.”
Wu swallowed. Any words of dissent were getting tangled in his mind and clogged his throat. Chen was as cunning and silver-tongued as they came. It would be utterly futile to continue arguing with him, as the argument would only go in circles. Unable to formulate a proper response to Chen’s words, Wu chose to focus back on Morro.
The boy was standing still with his eyes closed and arms held out in front of him, oblivious to the conversation the two were having. He took a breath before pulling one arm back and throwing it forward.
An invisible gust shot towards one of the standing beams. It wasn’t very strong, but it was enough to wobble the beam. The beam swayed back and forth for a bit before eventually losing its battle with gravity and tipping over.
Morro raised his arms in the air with victory and shouted in glee.
Wu felt a warm smile creep on his face.
Chen had to ruin the moment. “Oh ho, I know that feeling, Wu. It’s a beautiful feeling, isn’t it? Watching your student succeed?”
Wu coughed, attempting to wipe the smile from his face. “Yes. Yes, it is.”
“It will not last forever.”
“Then I’ll take in new students.”
“But will they have as much potential or promise as Morro? I’ve seen many students in my time and you have hit the jackpot here.”
“That doesn’t matter to me.” Wu grimaced. His arguments were getting weaker. There was no truth to Chen’s words, but Chen knew how to act like there was. It was frustrating, both to hear and to attempt to counter.
“Oh, you will find that it does.” Chen chuckled. “I’m telling you, Wu. Tell that boy about your…speculations, and you will get nothing but his best out of him. Forever.”
Wu bit his tongue. His words were failing him. He couldn’t rationalize any more, not against Chen. All he could do now was put his foot down. “Perhaps at a later date. When he is more ready. For now, I will not be saying anything.” He paused, then added. “And I don’t want you to either.”
“Oh ho, trust me, Wu. I will not say a word about the Green Ninja until you do.”
Wu hummed and the two went back to watching Morro. He was attempting to knock down another beam with the same technique as last time, only this time he seemed to be having less luck.
As he threw his arm forward once more, he let out a growl of annoyance as the beam continued to stand.
It seemed his frustrations were getting to him. Somewhere within Wu’s mind was the thought that maybe he should talk to Morro, but it was muffled by the tangled mess left behind by his conversation with Chen. He excused his inaction by telling himself that he was simply trying to figure out what exactly Morro was getting caught up on, but as he sat back to figure out what it was, Chen took the lead.
“Ah, Morro, was it?” He started to approach the boy. Wu was on his heels. “Your form is mostly perfect in terms of conjuring. But if you want to get more accurate with your attacks, I’d suggest getting a proper grip on your element.”
Morro looked confused, and honestly, Wu felt similar. He hadn’t heard of getting a grip on the wind and wondered what Chen could possibly be talking about. His curiosity outweighed his caution and he did not speak up to prevent Chen from talking to the boy.
“Um, I’m not sure what you mean by that, sir.” Morro asked.
“Well, when throwing a ball, it’s not going to go where you want it to go if you’re not holding it correctly. It’s the same with elements. You’ve got to hold the wind correctly when throwing if you want it to strike where you want it to. Watch.”
Chen took up a similar position to Morro’s, holding one arm out in front of him, pointing two fingers out.
He slowly drew his arm back, hooking his fingers down as he did. Then, he threw his arm forward.
Dark purple flames flew towards the beam on a brisk and straight line. Lavender sparks trailed after the flaming projectile and it struck the beam straight in the middle. It didn’t cleave it two, but it left a noticeable burn on the beam and knocked it over with considerable force.
Morro was in awe and Chen had a proud look on his face. He did not address the fire and instead focused on his lesson.
“You see the way my fingers moved?” He did the motion again, emphasizing how he hooked his fingers downward. “I had a grip on my projectile, which helps to steady my aim. Now, of course, that’s the way I prefer to do it, but everyone has their own grip styles. Let me see you try it again.”
But Morro made no move to return to his form. He was still staring at the burnt beam. “W-wha…” He stammered out. “What was that?!” Morro shouted in amazement.
“What was what? This?” He flicked his hand out, purple sparks dancing off the tops of his fingers as he did and a single flame remained balanced on his finger.
Morro watched the false fire flit up and down. “Woah…are you the master of fire?”
“Ah ha, no no. This right here is not fire.” He held one of the purple flames out on his finger so Morro could look closer. “Simply magic masquerading as such. It could never compare to the real thing, but it gets the job done for certain situations.”
Chen continued to hold the flame out as Morro moved around to examine it from different angles, eyes wide with interest. “How do you do that?”
“I told you. It’s magic, my boy.”
“Dark magic.” Wu elaborated, finally stepping up. “It’s nothing you’ll need to know about, Morro.”
“Oh, let the boy learn, Wu. A little bit of curiosity never hurt anyone.” The grin on his face grew.
Wu bit back retorts, knowing how horribly wrong that statement was, but also knowing that Chen probably knew that himself. “Dark magic is something I don’t think you’ll need, Morro. Perhaps when you’ve learned more and you’re ready, I’ll tell you more about it.”
“Oh, but,” Morro started, looking between him, Chen, and the burnt beam. “Surely it can’t be that bad.”
“Maybe not, but it’s nothing for you to focus on right now. You still have to master the wind and get better with weapons before you even think about using magic for anything, especially combat.”
Chen scoffed. “Another secret, Morro. He sure does seem to keep a lot of them, doesn’t he?”
Wu scowled. His attempts at swaying Morro were getting more obvious. They must’ve been less about influencing the boy and more about provoking Wu. Chen would not get Wu to take the bait. Wu took a breath in and out, then calmly stated: “I have my reasons, Morro. I hope you can understand that.”
And there it was.
As Wu spoke that phrase, there was something in Morro’s eyes that faded.
The realization that his master would never be entirely open with him, the possibility that his master would never truly be there for him, the fact that there were simply greater things that Wu needed to attend to that wasn’t Morro. All of these ideas seemed to grow in Morro’s head as that something faded.
That’s when it hit Wu that there was a truth to Chen’s words. For once.
If Wu continued to act in this detached, closed-off way, then Morro may very well lose interest in Wu’s teachings. If he constantly kept secrets from him, always brushed away Morro’s desires, and postponed anything remotely interesting for some fabled ‘time when he’s ready’ that had no concrete date to it, then he would appear to be disinterested with Morro. And Morro would become disinterested, disillusioned, in return.
And Chen was being open with him. He was spilling all kinds of secrets to him, he was presenting new, exciting concepts to him, and he was fully explaining his actions and how they worked. Chen, master of all things trickery and deceit, was being completely open and honest with Morro whenever he asked about something. Would Morro find Chen’s teachings more interesting than his? Would Morro begin to see Chen as a better master than him? His brother was already slated for such a dark path, to think about Morro following down a similar road…
Wu’s heart sank to think about the possibility. The possibilities. Fear grabbed at his throat and the words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them. “Well, I suppose I could tell you about one thing.”
Morro perked up and, though Wu didn’t see it, Chen did as well.
Wu continued, actively ignoring any bells telling him otherwise and not really thinking about the words he was saying. He knelt down to get eye-to-eye with Morro. “There’s this prophecy that tells of a hero. They call him the Green Ninja. I, uh, I think there’s a chance that this hero may be you.”
His sentence grew shaky towards the end. The words burned his tongue as they left his mouth. He felt like he had to force all the muscles in his body to get those final three words out.
But Morro’s eyes…oh his eyes. The fascination with the idea was abundant all over his face, but concentrated within his eyes. There was a new light within them, ignited by thinking about this hero of legend, the possibility of becoming him. There was a boy who was eager to learn.
“You have to tell me more about this hero! What’s he supposed to be like? What’s he gonna do?”
Something within Wu felt eased, but something else felt very, very awful.
Almost instinctively, the words ‘Perhaps, I’ll tell you more later,’ were on the tip of Wu’s tongue, but Chen jumped in before he could get the words out. “Oh, he’s a legendary hero of destiny! Through his efforts and his alone, the Green Ninja will be the one to defeat the great evil.”
Morro interest only grew and grew. He turned to Wu. “Is that true, sensei?”
Wu forced a smile. “Would Chen lie about such a thing?”
“Ah ha! You hear him?” Chen’s smile only grew. “I am telling you nothing but the truth. But, ah, this truth isn’t mine to tell, now, is it?”
“You seemed quite eager to elaborate.”
“I was not the one who brought up the subject, Wu.”
Wu relented. “Well, Chen told you all there really is to it. One day, a great evil will arise in Ninjago, far greater than anything we’ve ever seen or will ever see. The prophecy claims that the one to defeat this evil will be a hero with the title of the Green Ninja.”
“And how will we know?! How will we know who the Green Ninja is?”
“Well, it’s completely out of my hands. There may be signs to give us hints, but we have no clue what those are and they'll only be obvious to us after we know for sure. Until then, only destiny knows who this hero will be.”
Morro gave a nod of acknowledgement at Wu’s words, with enthusiasm restrained in his smile. “He sounds very powerful.”
“Well, that’s never been outright stated, but I’m sure he must be.”
Morro nodded once more. Wu was still hung up on the look in his eyes. It was something greater than eagerness now. Was that ambition? It did not seem too dangerous. Perhaps his fears were misplaced…
Morro looked back at the scorched beam on the ground. Then, he turned back to Wu. “I’ll work hard, sensei. I promise.”
Wu blinked, then he sucked in a breath. He didn’t quite know what to make of that.
Before Wu could question him about it, Morro ran back to the beam and a cold hand was set on his shoulder.
“So much for waiting, huh?” Chen snickered.
Wu was too lost to properly reply. “He believes he will be the Green Ninja.”
“Oh, don’t you as well?”
“I-” Wu faltered, the weight of the situation slowing his thinking. “I cannot be certain. Destiny is the only one who truly knows.”
“Hah!” Chen clapped his hand on Wu’s shoulder. “Relax, Wu. It will be alright. There is nothing wrong with a student having a little ambition.”
“I…” His words were caught in his throat. What was there to say to this?
Chen tsked. “Wu, Wu. You worry too much. Let me repeat this for you one last time to really cement it in that head of yours. You can’t force a student to learn. You want a good student? You must have a student that’s not just eager to learn, but determined as well. How do you encourage these traits? You inspire ambition. You have a student with ambition, you will get nothing but the best out of that student. Always.”
Ambition. Was it truly as necessary Chen claimed? As much as Wu wanted to disagree, he could acknowledge that there was truth to the statement. He wouldn’t’ve gotten to where he was now if he wasn’t at the least, sort of ambitious. But was ambition what he had sparked here?
Morro seemed to fully believe he would be the Green Ninja. If he was correct, it’d be fantastic news for all, but if he was wrong…
“There’s ambition and then there’s obsession, Chen.” Wu stated.
“Hm.” Chen pursed his lips. “Well, I know you, Wu. You’ll be a great teacher. I mean, your father taught you and your wonderful brother. Simply follow in his footsteps, no?” And then Chen had the audacity to wink. Lies upon lies spilled from this man’s lips, but it seemed the rare truths stung worse. Either way, he relished in all of them.
This time, Wu did not bother to hide his sneer, making sure all of his disdain for Chen was evident on his face. Some of that disdain was directed at himself as well.
Curse the him of the past for letting this man within his monastery walls. He should’ve told Chen to beat it and leave it at that. No matter how long that process would’ve taken, it would’ve paled in comparison to the turmoil that wound up unfolding this day.
Chen turned to look at the sky, orange hues beginning to leak into the great blue. “Ah, well, I think I’ve seen enough. I should probably take my leave now.” His cordial smile returned to his face. “It’s oh so many steps down and I’d like to get home before nightfall. Good luck to you, Wu. Truly. You have something…magnificent on your hands here. I can’t wait to see him grow.”
He then called out to Morro. “And you, little Morro! Good luck to you on your journey. You are in fantastic hands!”
Morro waved back at him. “Thank you, sir.”
Chen chuckled and turned to face the gate. “Later, Wu.”
And Chen, finally, took his leave.
Wu should’ve felt relieved that the parasite was no longer here, but tension was still in his shoulders, his muscles still felt strained, and that feeling that gripped his throat earlier had never let up.
Fear. Wu hated to admit it, but he was scared.
Wu made his way over to the steps he had been sitting on earlier and all but collapsed.
What had he done?
All Wu had done was give Morro a goal. A nigh unachievable goal, but a goal nonetheless. No, not completely unachievable. There was a chance, a slight possibility of Morro being the Green Ninja.
But it wasn’t something he could control. Him, Morro, Chen, no one could control who the Green Ninja was but destiny herself. Shouldn’t the goals set out by a teacher be something that was actually achievable by the student’s own actions?
Maybe he could dissuade Morro, if possible. The seeds had been sown, yes, but surely they don’t take root so fast. But wouldn’t that lead back to dealing with the problem of becoming disillusioned and unmotivated? And what kind of teacher hinders their student?
Wu breathed. Maybe he shouldn’t worry so much. He looked up to Morro. The boy was still working on his drills, despite the setting sun.
Chen’s words sounded in his head.
“Your father taught you and your wonderful brother. Simply follow in his footsteps, no?”
Visions of a cat-lady flashed within his mind.
Wu felt like he was going to be sick.
That was obsession. The lengths people will go to prove someone wrong.
But you can’t prove destiny wrong. Oh, what had he set Morro up against?
Morro still continued to train, blissfully unaware of Wu’s plight. The boy once again summoned a gust of wind and this time, he succeeded.
The boy cheered. Wu felt his happiness rise within himself and a smile graced his lips.
No, he wouldn’t repeat the mistakes of his father.
He would be there for Morro. He would not drop him for something as trivial as an accusation of thievery. He would be there to coach him through his learning and development. Teaching was something that evidently brought him joy and he would be there for Morro through it all, for the benefit of both of them.
Wu stood up on the steps. He called out, “Morro! We’ve been out here for too long. You should come inside.”
Morro didn’t turn as he replied, “Oh, come on! Just a little longer, sensei?”
Wu bit his tongue. “Very well. But don’t stay out too late.”
“I won’t.”
He had a good student on his hands. A wonderful student. A student many would kill for.
But he had just set the both of them down a dangerous path.
He just had to be careful.
For both of their sakes.
End of the Main Fic
Epilogue
Morro had come inside after a little while and the two went through their usual evening rituals, although Wu couldn’t fully focus on them, the events of the afternoon still on his mind. He felt slightly unnerved every time he looked at Morro.
Though Morro hadn’t asked him anything more about the Green Ninja, he could tell the idea still gripped his mind.
The light in his eyes was different. More intense. More determined. Like something else had been ignited within the boy. Something new.
But now the boy had gone to bed and Wu retired to his own room to attend to one of his more personal responsibilities.
He found a pen and pulled up a chair to sit at his desk, only to find the papers he was looking for to be missing.
Odd, he definitely had them this morning. He had placed them on this very desk and never, to his knowledge, taken them out of this room.
He checked on the floor under his desk. Nope. He rummaged through his drawers. Nothing. He stepped out of his room to check other places nearby. Nothing. He searched every possible and plausible room in the monastery. Nowhere.
Panic stirred within his chest. He sat back into his chair, feeling both heavily enraged and very nervous. He rapidly tapped his pen on the desk in frustration. He never took those papers out of his room for two reasons.
One, so it wouldn’t be too difficult to lose them as they were very important to him.
Two, so no one else could see the words he had written on the pages. Wu held those words very close to his heart and he didn’t think he’d be able to stand the embarrassment if anyone else had seen them. He had intended for the words on those pages to be seen by only two pairs of eyes and two alone, his and the addressee.
He cursed himself for making such a careless mistake. Where on earth had those papers gone?
At the very least, they had to still be in the monastery, right? If he never intentionally took them out of this room, then he couldn’t’ve accidentally taken them out of the building.
Agh, it was so late now. He’d have to wait until morning to do a proper search of the monastery.
But where to start? The library, maybe. Perhaps he had accidentally mixed up his missing papers with others and taken them there. There were so many loose books and articles in that place that he possibly missed it in his initial search. Yes, the library. He’d do a more thorough check of the library in the morning.
For now, he tried his best to get some sleep.
And, across the land of Ninjago, a dark master chuckled to himself as he read some of the sappiest, most sentimental words ever put to paper.
“Oh, little Wu. To think something as trivial as this was one of your many responsibilities. But, even in your drafts, you are quite the poet. I’m sure your brother would love to see this.”
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"The collab wasn’t Echo’s idea.
Sure, the thought of working with the Smiths had crossed his mind every now and then, but the idea felt like a faraway fantasy to him.
However, once the chance to do so does roll around, he never anticipated that he might have to do it-
'Alone?'"
Inkadian Idol Kai Smith calls Splatlandian Idol Echo with a feature proposal. Inherently, there are conflicts of interest.
The collab wasn’t Echo’s idea.
Sure, the thought of working with the Smiths had crossed his mind every now and then. Well, who’s mind didn’t it cross? They were the Smiths. But, even though Echo was definitely closer to the possibility than other musicians, it still felt like a faraway fantasy.
There was that one time when they had done the Inkantation together. The performance had been awesome, if very, very impromptu, and he had been dying for another opportunity to work with the prestigious duo under more formal circumstances.
But he had never brought the idea up to the pair, either because of nerves or because both parties were just too busy.
However, once he did get the chance, he never anticipated that he might have to do it-
“Alone?” Echo asked over the phone to the Smith on the other end, trying not to let his disbelief slip into his voice. “Just me?”
“Why not?” Kai responded. The robot couldn’t see him, but how calm he was about the offer could be heard through his speech, as if he was only asking him if he wanted to go to the movies this weekend.
The Inkadian idol had called him with the proposal of featuring on one of their new songs they’d be releasing with their return to Splatfests in Inkopolis. A rather large ask, but Kai didn’t seem to be treating it as such.
Kai continued. “I mean, you can bring Pix and Z along if you want-”
“No!” Echo cut in, a little too quick. He gathered himself. “I mean, they can help if they want to. It’s just they, uh…”
“You wanna try going solo for once, huh?” Kai guessed.
Echo started to say something in disagreement, and he wouldn’t’ve been wrong to do so.
He had not been planning on saying anything about going solo, but more about the group’s loyalty to the Splatlands. These were the lands that built them and they’d give anything to see it prosper.
Of course, their die-hard patriotism encouraged an ‘us vs. them’ mentality and caused the group to be a bit hostile towards outsiders. It was a mentality Echo also shared, just not as strongly. He loved the Splatlands, he really did, but that didn’t mean he had to hate any and all foreigners just for being foreigners.
Zane and Pixal, on the other hand, were all for the rivalry and likely wouldn’t be the most open to a collaboration with Smith Siblings. So, Echo was slightly wary of assisting ‘the other team’, not just because of his own morals, but also because of judgement from his teammates.
But he loved his fellow robots. Who else could understand him the most but those who were built like him? They had been through a lot together, and while the trio had their disputes every once and while, they always had each other’s support at the end of the day.
However, Echo couldn’t say that thoughts of going solo had never entered his mind.
It was a well-known fact that, as much as Pixal and Zane treated Echo like he was one of them and as much as he did help out, he was often viewed as just a tag-on to the group.
And with the group’s roster, it wasn’t hard to see why.
You had Pixal Borg, Mr. Borg’s pride and joy. The fearsome and intelligent Samurai X. A strong and fierce fighter with an equally as strong and rhythmic voice to match.
Zane Julien, the Splatlandian Tinkerer’s greatest accomplishment. The titanium ice-bringer. A nimble and cold fighter who never tolerated those who punched down and was renowned for his serene and stunning voice.
And Zane “Echo” Julien, the titanium one’s rusted copy. Built from a fit of madness and most known for various rumors of having connections to the most feared Splatlands gang. A mascot or a gimmick for Tribotic to help them stand out more (as if they ever needed to) and mostly left his voice out of their songs.
What a lineup. Could you really blame him for at least thinking about what it'd be like to do something on his own?
“Eeeecho?” Kai drawled. “You still there? You didn’t deactivate on me, did you?”
“No, I am still here.” Echo hastily assured. “Sorry for my silence, I was just…thinking about it.”
“Mhmm sure. I was right on the money, wasn’t I?”
Echo sighed. “I guess you were.”
“So…?”
“I don’t know. Zane and Pixal won’t like it.”
Kai hummed. “Probably. What are you going to do about it?”
What was he going to do about it?
On one hand, there were very little things Splatlandians held higher than pride in their land. What may be seen to some as a simple collaboration between artists could be seen by others as a betrayal to their homeland.
On the other hand, this was the chance of a lifetime for most artists, no matter how prestigious they already were.
He really wanted to take up the offer. Imagine how fun it’d be to compose in the Smiths’ sound for once. Light, bubbly, and poppy instead of Tribotic’s trademark beautiful cacophony.
And if he did do it alone, it wouldn’t be the first time he’d left the group behind for something else.
…
Screw it. If Zane and Pixal didn’t like it, that was their issue, not his. They already got so much of the focus in everything. Why not let him have a little fun on a side project?
“I’ll do it.” Echo said.
“That’s what I like to hear!” He could hear the sound of Kai pumping his fists in excitement. “I’ll tell Nya right away.”
“U-under one condition.” Echo quickly added before Kai got too swept up. He had to have some security measures in place to make sure he wasn’t immediately found out in this scheme. “Can I go by pseudonym?”
Kai laughed, catching on. “Of course, man. What were you thinking for it?”
Echo clicked his tongue in consideration. Would he really go by that moniker? Zane and Pixal knew him pretty well. He’d be found out pretty quick if he did…
Oh, what was the harm in it? He was already in this deep.
i got too invested in imagery and the result was this fic. its got basically nothing going on in terms of plot or themes, but its got a ton of description of scenery and character interaction. and no dialogue.
about 3,064 words
Early Morning Hike
Training at the crack of dawn is to be expected, perhaps even synonymous, with being a ninja.
But of course, they've got to get to where they're training first and Wu chooses the most out there spots for training.
Which means they've got to take a hike through the woods before the sun is even up.
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This fic was supposed to be something else, but I liked the imagery I wrote in the intro a lot and decided to just make it the entire fic.
Training at the crack of dawn was to be expected, perhaps even synonymous, with being a ninja.
Danger and destruction won’t wait for you to wake up, so you must prepare and train yourself to be ready at all times of day and night.
And despite Jay having been in the profession for a good portion of his life, he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to it.
The sun hasn’t even risen yet, so it’s dark out. Not pitch black, but an early morning shadow sits on everything. The sky’s definitely blue and there’s enough light to distinguish objects in the landscape, but the sun has yet to break the horizon and provide proper color to the world.
They’re trekking through a beaten path in some forest, the seven of them, because Wu likes to choose the most random spots for training, and no, they can’t drive or fly there. Six fruit colored ‘pajama’ wearers trailing after their wisened mentor, like ducklings following their mother. Under normal conditions, they’d probably stick out like ugly ones with how bright their get-ups were. But in the predawn lighting, everyone’s outfits dulled into some shade of blue or purple.
Even Lloyd’s palette was affected, his usual green appearing like navy right now. Jay could see him near the top of the line, almost step-in-step with Master Wu. Jay couldn’t tell if the two were discussing anything or if they led the group in silence. Either way, with how tired he was, nothing within Jay wanted to figure it out or cared.
Cole had been kind enough to give Jay a piggy-back ride for the journey. He’s fighting sleep on his back, trying to strike that perfect balance between getting a decent rest and not completely dozing off.
He doubts he’s winning, but he’ll take what he can get at this hour. Hopefully, whatever sleep he does get will be enough for whatever Wu has in store for them when they get to where they’re going.
Cole’s shoulders rock up and down with laughter. He straightens his back a bit as he does, head held high and disturbing Jay’s rest. Cole could care less for Jay; he’s got a good hold of him and the joke Kai just told was too good for just a half-hearted chuckle.
He, then, doubles over slightly and slows his pace. He thinks there might be a few tears on his face as well, streaming light trails down his cheeks. Kai slows next to him. Cole can hear him laughing, too, like he couldn’t believe his own punchline. But he’s not laughing as loud as Cole.
Cole’s laugh is boisterous and hearty, unfortunately disturbing the sanctity of the woods. He spots the shapes of a group of birds flying out and away from the trees and into the sky. Maybe his laugh was a little too loud.
Cole sees that Wu has stopped in front of them, and he’s watching him now. His master has that even, unreadable expression on his face, with a light smile sitting under his beard. Cole knows what it means, however. It’s all about context.
Immediately, he tries to reel himself in, reducing his bold laughter to just erratic snickers. He steadies his breathing and posture, readjusting Jay on his back. He has to let go of Jay with one hand to wipe away the tears, but the lightning ninja doesn’t rouse from any of this.
Wu seems content and turns back around, leading on.
Cole notices Lloyd never looked back at him. He stopped when Wu did, but he never turned. He picks up the pace again once Wu does.
Lloyd’s more focused on the ground. Despite the path being distinct and well-tread, there’s always leaves on the trail, both loose ones that rustle and shift with every step and compact ones that hardly give when they crunch under his shoes. He kicks up a few and watches them float back down to the ground. One clings to his pants for a few steps before joining its kin.
He can see a tiny spider move about the leaves on the path; it’s one of the spindly ones that are more legs than body. It dips under some leaves and crawls over others. The spider is moving perpendicular to them, so it’s not long before it crawls off the path. Once it does, he blinks and can’t see it anymore. It’s too dark to parse finer details and that unfortunately includes the tiny critter. He was mostly relying on movement to see the little spider, and without that, it blends into the forest’s ground.
Lloyd looks around to see if he can spot another before Wu mutters something to his left. Lloyd hears the sound, but doesn’t catch the words.
He looks up at his master to see if he’ll repeat himself or clarify, but Wu doesn’t so much as spare him a glance. Lloyd knows he said something, but he wonders if it was intended for him to hear or just Wu speaking aloud.
He’s known Wu long enough to know that he won’t tell him which it is in this moment. Lloyd chooses not to pry. It’s Wu’s choice if he wants to speak again or not and Lloyd is content to sit in more silence.
He hums and looks ahead. There’s a branch hanging over the trail. It’s thin and flexible, but it sits low enough to catch most of them in the face or neck and stretches across the entire path.
Lloyd picks up his pace to step ahead of Wu and raises the branch high enough for his master to pass under without stooping. He hears Wu give his thanks and Lloyd waits for him to fully step ahead of himself before he lets the branch go, continuing on.
A single sharp, quick, and loud laugh sounds out behind the pair. Lloyd initially thinks it's a quack before he realizes what it actually is. Lloyd and Wu turn to find Cole slapping his hand over his mouth, looking embarrassed. The master of earth mutters some apologies for his outburst.
Kai is again the source of his laughter. The master of fire is regaling to him a tale of when he, Lloyd, and Zane got into a beef with a group of kids at an arcade, and just got the part where Lloyd went 1-7 in a game of air hockey.
The smile on his face is proud and his eyes are closed, like he’s visualizing the moment in his head. The flashing, multicolored lights and constant, blaring sound effects of the arcade in the past are a sharp contrast to the early morning twilight and small, negligible noises found in the forest of the present.
Kai opens his eyes and meets Cole’s to make sure he’s still invested. Cole’s watching him with an amused smile, captivated by his story and waiting for him to continue. Jay’s still on his back and he’s out like a light. He’s so screwed when they have to start training in a bit.
Kai goes to continue his story before there’s suddenly sticks and leaves in his face and hair. He’s caught the branch in the head and the branch has caught him right back, with no intent of letting go. The thin tree rustles and leaves fall from its fingers as Kai fights to escape it, angry at both the branch’s audacity to attack him like this and the fact that no one bothered to warn him about the incoming assailant.
Once he does escape the branch's clutches, Kai’s sure he looks like a mess. Cole’s face confirms his suspicion. He’s still amused, but instead of looking like he just got done with laughing, he’s clearly about to launch into another bout of it.
Jay’s also woken up and he’s got a similar look to Cole, just a lot lazier. Somehow, that sparks more fury in Kai. The haze of sleepiness prevents Jay from cracking any jokes at Kai’s expense, so the master of lightning just raises a hand to point at Kai’s hair, a dumb smile stuck on his face.
Kai goes to fix it and he pulls out several leaves and sticks out of his hair as he does. He grumbles at the inconvenience. He doubts he’ll get his hair back to perfect. A younger him would be mortified at that fact, but it’s not like he has to be too presentable in front of these guys.
What is humiliating is him having to spit out not one, but two leaves before he’s done fixing himself up. Cole laughs at him, quieter this time, and lifts the branch up for him to walk under.
Kai passes under the branch and thanks him, smacking the branch from the underside as he does. He sees that Jay has also fallen back asleep. He grumbles once more and continues walking in silence. Cole does as well for a few steps before he asks him if he’s gonna continue his story.
Honestly, Kai’s forgotten about it and is too miffed to remember where he was. He tells Cole he might resume later once they’re done with training. Cole understands and doesn’t ask again and the two return to silence.
Nya’s a little irritated at that because she was listening in as well. She’s walking behind the three of them and without Kai’s story, she focuses on the surrounding forest instead, resolving to hear the rest from Lloyd at a later time.
She hears the river before she sees it. It’s moving pretty quickly, as the water beats and splashes heavily against the rocks within it again and again. She can hear it crash upon itself, as it pours down over several ledges and kicks up against whatever is in its path.
The river itself isn’t too hard to spot. Off to the left and through the trees, she can see the current’s rapid movement against the still forest backdrop and the whites of the water easily reflect any of the scant light in the area.
The path they’re walking on runs straight through the river and there’s no bridge going over. She also realizes just how wide the river is. It’s nothing insurmountable, but she is skeptical about how they’re going to cross.
As the group comes upon the bank, she briefly wonders if Wu plans for them to wade straight through it. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s made them do something like that.
But instead, Wu takes a step off the riverside and onto a rock that just barely breaks the surface of the river. He takes another step onto the next rock, one that sits higher this time. As Wu takes more and more steps farther into the river, Nya sees there’s an entire chain of rocks connecting one side of the river to the other.
They all follow his steps, grateful that he’s not making them trudge directly through the water. She’s sure the river isn’t too deep, since the water looks about knee high at the deepest, but they’re wearing lightweight gis for this hike and it wouldn’t be fun to deal with all the nuisances that came with their thin pants being thoroughly soaked through.
The rocks they cross vary in depth and size. Some only barely peek out of the water and have surfaces that are quite slippery, forcing those who step on them to focus a little more on their balance. Some don’t come out of the water at all, making it hard to spot their exact location beneath the current. She sees Lloyd miss one of these rocks and he groans in annoyance when his foot falls in the water. She giggles when it happens and sees Kai do the same.
Some of the rocks are so small, she can barely fit a single foot on it before she has to find the next one. Some are large enough that they take multiple steps to cross, and one of the stones is able to fit her, Kai, and Cole on it simultaneously. Thankfully, they’re all decently flat and evenly spaced apart so they don’t have to do any extreme balancing or parkour as they cross.
They cross in silence, the sounds of the running river doing plenty to fill the air. The path they cross is close to a waterfall. It’s not one of the massive ones that drop hundreds of feet, but it's far enough to create all the noise. It continues to crash and splash upon itself, kicking up a spray as it does.
Kai and Cole are directly in front of her and Jay’s snoring away on the latter’s back. Somehow, none of this is enough to keep him awake for an extended period of time. She doubts he’ll fare well once they start whatever activity Wu has planned.
Carefully, she levitates a small bit of water, only a ball of it that’s about the size of an orange, and throws it straight into Jay’s face. It strikes him between his eyebrows and streams down his nose.
He jolts awake from the impact with a cry. He blinks rapidly and goes to flail his arms around before he remembers where exactly he is. Cole senses the movement and stops to ask him if he’s okay, but Jay doesn’t quite know if he is. He’s still stuck in that confusing limbo between asleep and alert.
It’s only when he wipes his hand on his face does he put two and two together. He looks behind him to see Nya meeting him with a smug smile. He counters it with one of irritation. Unfortunately for him, he’s still too tired to make any kind of witty comeback or retaliate with an equal threat, so he groans out loud and shoves his face into the back of Cole’s gi to dry his face.
This gains a cry of complaint from Cole, who threatens to drop Jay if he does that again, but Jay’s fallen back asleep before he can hear the entire thing.
The whole spectacle causes Kai to cackle and he fist bumps Nya for starting it. They’ve finished crossing the river by now and it's back to the even silence of the forest, only broken up by the crunch of leaves and noises of animals.
A particularly loud cry resounds through the trees. No one can tell the source of it, but not many pay it mind. Zane, however, recognizes it immediately, snapping his attention to the sky.
The cry sounds again, louder this time and piercingly sharp. It’s obviously that of a bird. A few others begin to recognize it and look up to see if they can spot their familiar feathered friend.
They can see a shadow descend from the sky, glinting in the twilight, and it aims itself towards them. The shadow spreads its wings and takes the shape of a bird, slowing its descent as it nears the hikers.
It soars past the first six and finds its perch on the outstretched arm of the last member of the group. The sharp talons of the bird ding lightly against his metal skin as it lands. Zane smiles and offers a happy greeting to his companion.
The titanium falcon is a magnificent creation. Its silver feathers are majestic, even in the early morning haze, and its eyes glow ever so faintly, providing the brightest light in the vicinity. In the near silence of the woods, he can hear the falcon’s machinery clink, whir, and hum within it. A host of complex mechanisms constructed by a genius. Zane scratches the top of the bird’s head and it coos with delight.
He wonders what the bird’s purpose is for being here. It’s quite early and he thinks the bird would want the extra rest it could get from not having to wake up at this time. He certainly would. But the bird doesn’t seem to be in any distress and has made no move to relay any kind of message to Zane. He figures the bird simply wanted to join the group on their hike to wherever Wu was taking them.
He also wonders how exactly the bird knew they were up and about, but he can’t know everything that goes on within his friend’s mind. He supposes the bird must’ve inferred that they’d be doing something this early and tracked them down. It wasn’t a wild assumption to make, either.
Training at the crack of dawn was quite common for the ninja.
As magnificent as the bird is, his falcon friend is also quite heavy and Zane doesn’t want to exhaust most of his strength before they get to where they’re going. Kindly, he asks the falcon to sit upon his shoulder so his arm can rest for a bit, and the bird obliges.
Once he’s sure the falcon is comfortable, he notices Wu has stopped. The rest of the group halts as well, waiting to see what he has planned for today.
Wu has taken them to a clearing, a wide circle having been formed in the middle of the trees. On the opposite end from where they entered, the trees break to give a view of a small valley below where the river continues to run. It’s all coated in that early morning shadow. But, off and over the horizon, he can see the slightest bit of pink seeping into the sky.
Wu hums at the sight. He has mistimed it slightly, but he knows he isn’t perfect. His students wait for him to tell them what he has planned and he will tell them soon enough. But first, he has to wait a tiny bit, and, ah, there it is.
The sun peeks out over the horizon, giving first light to the day. The pinks and oranges it comes with are a welcome change to the blue they’ve been seeing all morning.
But of course, he did not bring his students all the way out here just to watch the dawn, as magnificent as it may be. He turns his back to the sun to face his students. The tips of trees behind them are just now turning green.
Training at the crack of dawn is synonymous with being a ninja, and with the sunrise, training has now begun.
developing/developed a ninjago x splatoon au with someone else and so i wrote a little oneshot for it focusing on the agent 3 fight in octo expansion, but with lloyd and arin instead
i thought of the title at like 1 in the morning dont scold me for it
it's about 1,335 words :))
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
“It’s gonna be fine, Arin reassured himself. What was one more fight to get out of this place? He readied his gun and got into a better fighting stance, as Agent 3 finally turned and the two locked eyes and-
--y-- -a-----n.
Those eyes. That face.
That was the face of a ------.”
Arin's almost at surface after experiencing a hell like no other, but there's only one more thing standing in his way.
Someone very…familiar?
“Keep it up, Arin!” Geo’s voice encouraged him over the comm. “You’re almost at the surface!”
“The elevator ahead should carry you up the rest of the way!” Cole added. “And the battery’s already in there, too.”
“So it should be an easy ride from here, huh?” Arin let himself relax as he crossed the rail connecting the spawner used to enter the facility and the bridge to the elevator platform.
“Should be.” Cole agreed. “And, hey, look at that. Agent 3 and the Captain’s signals are close by as well. Maybe you’ll run into each other on the way up.”
“We haven’t heard from them in a bit.” Geo muttered. “I hope they’re doing okay…”
“Oh, Geo! Y’know what?” Cole had an idea, possibly to cheer up Geo. “We should get the heli’ ready to pick him up once he gets out.”
“The chopper? Won’t that be overkill?”
“You’re gonna let the kid’s first ride on the surface be something lamer?”
Geo sighed, giving in. “Yeah, I guess not. I’ll make the call.”
The two idols continued to talk as Arin reached the elevator. Arin didn’t need to activate anything, as the platform began to rise a few seconds after he stepped on the checkpoint in the middle. It locked into a larger platform and the whole thing continued to rise.
Homebound, was the first thought he had. Could you really be homebound to a place you’ve never been? Well, home was where the heart is and Arin felt his heart belonged on the surface.
Just a few more minutes, a few more meters up, and he’d be there.
All the things he’d be able to see. The clothes he’d get to wear. The people he’d get to meet. He’d actually get to meet Cole and Geo face-to-face and they said they’d pick him up in a helicopter? It was gonna be so cool to get his first views of the surface from so high up.
Many exciting thoughts and speculations of what his life would be like by the end of next hour ran through his head. Once this elevator reached the end of its climb and-
Thud.
With a hiss, the platform abruptly halted.
“What’s going on?” Geo asked.
“Uh- the elevator… it stopped.” Cole replied. Arin could hear a frantic keyboard typing from their end.
“It shouldn’t be doing that?”
“No. He’s nowhere near the top and the battery’s still working. Something external must’ve stopped it.”
Geo turned his attention. “Are you okay, Arin? Do you see anything?”
“Um, yeah? I think I’m fine. I don’t-” Arin glanced up.
Oh.
Arin had gotten so caught up in his own fantasies of the surface he hadn’t noticed that there was something standing between him and the world above.
On top of one of the posts bordering the elevator, someone stood with their back turned.
Arin couldn’t see their face, but judging by the tattered cape flowing about in the wind…
“Oh, it’s just Agent 3 up there.” Arin let out a sigh of relief.
He wasn’t actually too familiar with Agent 3. The captain had put up a missing poster for him, but his drawing hadn’t been the most detailed or legible. Other than that, the only time he could recall meeting him before now was only a short while ago in the Central Station.
And that meeting had been very brief due to the fact that Agent 3 had passed out immediately after showing up and the telephone was cephalocidal now.
But Agent 3 had saved both him and the captain from the blender and it was everyone against the telephone in this fight, so Arin felt no major need to have concern.
Cole must’ve seen or known something else, though. Worry crept into his voice. “Yeah, that is Agent 3 up there, but…”
“Agent 8?!” A panicked voice rang out from behind Agent 3. A UFO floated into view, Captain Wu himself dangling upside down from under it, tied up yet squirming in his restraints. He caught sight of Arin. “Gah! Agent 8! Help! That telephone got Ll- got Agent 3! His mind’s been hijacked!”
Agent 3’s back was still turned, but Arin could see it now. A bluish-green ooze was latched on to the side of his head.
It’s gonna be fine, Arin reassured himself. What was one more fight to get out of this place? He readied his gun and got into a better fighting stance, as Agent 3 finally turned and the two locked eyes and-
--y-- -a-----n.
Those eyes.
A bright, vibrant turquoise that clearly wasn’t his normal color, but the color of his eyes didn’t matter.
That expression. On that face.
Cold and callous. Emotionless as it looked Arin over.
That was the face of a -------.
--o-d -ar-a-o-.
Arin didn’t know much. That darned telephone had taken away all he had known before the underground. So he had no memory of meeting Agent 3 before all of this.
But that face of almost apathetic resolve. The stance of someone who knows power. Who knows they’re powerful.
It awakened a feeling deep within Arin that he didn’t know he had.
--oy- --r-a--n.
Again, Arin attempted to remind himself that he’d be fine. He was capable, surely capable enough to beat Agent 3.
But there was something that his body knew that his head didn’t.
His grip on his gun shook. His breathing quickened. His legs begged to run or give out.
Arin was panicking. He had faced many, many worse things in the depths of Kamabo than what stood above him, but nothing had gained a reaction quite like this.
-l--- G--m--o-.
Hero. Traitor.
How could someone evoke both fear and admiration simultaneously?
Conflicting feelings stirred within and Arin tried to push them aside, but how could he when there was a chance that one of them may finally give him some kind of closure?
H-pe from a ------ that’d lead them out of domes to salvation.
D-sp-ir from a ------ that’d bring blackouts and death.
“Arin?” Geo asked, light and soft.
L--y- --r-a-on.
And that name. Arin felt like he was grasping at straws trying to remember it, an ultimately useless feat thanks to the telephone, but his mind couldn’t help but try.
It felt so…controversial. So polarizing. A name that, when mentioned, would gain fifty different reactions from fifty different people, and yet Arin couldn’t and would never remember it on his own.
He was starting to get that feeling of frustration that had pervaded this whole experience. That feeling he felt when he’d be on the verge of remembering something, anything, but ultimately never would.
That feeling felt stronger than ever now.
Would it mean anything to him if he did remember that name? Would it matter if it did?
-lo-d --rma-o-.
“Arin?” Cole asked this time, worried.
Those turquoise eyes were still empty of any feeling whatsoever. There were no signs of eagerness for the anticipation of a fight. There were no signs of disgust for someone daring to stand against him.
They only looked over Arin to assess him. Attempting to figure out the most efficient way this fight could play out.
Not registering a fellow Octoling, only an opponent.
No, not even that. An obstacle.
And despite the fact that he was being mind controlled, that expression wasn’t alien on his face.
Champion. Menace.
-lo-- Ga---do-.
“Agent 8!” Cap’n Wu shouted, urgent and pleading.
Arin blinked, snapping out of his daze. Agh, now wasn’t the time for this.
Maybe he would never remember once he made it out of here. Maybe he’d never remember anything ever. Who knew how many answers the surface would have for him?
But there was a guarantee that he’d never remember anything if he died here.
Agent 3 fully turned to face Arin. He leapt off the post, Splashdown at the ready.
Arin had fought like hell to make it out of here. What was one more fight?
chat i write the fanfiction about the ice guy. no not the robot, the old one
two chapters. around 4,546 words. :)
full fic under cut if you dont wanna bother with ao3
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
"The cold bit his fingers, threatening to loosen his grip on his staff.
The frost clung to his face and beard, obscuring his vision.
The frigid air broke through his clothing and chilled his skin directly, staggering his breathing and slowing his movements dramatically.
He cursed at it. What was this bitter element’s role in Creation?"
The Elemental Master of Ice has too many questions to answer and not enough time. Even his own element seems to want to kill him, but he must find answers, and a successor, before he passes.
The hail battered his body, stinging with every impact.
The cold bit his fingers, threatening to loosen his grip on his staff.
The snow fell under his feet, never telling how far beneath the surface a step would sink.
How humbling. His own element working against him.
He did not have to be out in this horrendous blizzard. He could’ve been sitting back in the monastery, cozied up inside where it was warm and comforting and he could spend the final days of his life in peace.
But something called him out here. Something he couldn’t quite understand.
The frost clung to his face and beard, obscuring his vision.
The frigid air broke through his clothing and chilled his skin directly, staggering his breathing and slowing his movements dramatically.
His foot snagged an obstacle hidden in the piles of snow and he fell down.
The snow continued to fall upon the Elemental Master of Ice as he laid there and the harsh effects of the cold rippled throughout his body, rapidly shutting down his will to do anything.
He cursed at it. What was this bitter element’s role in Creation?
A question he had asked himself since he first mastered it. There was no doubt what the others were there for.
Fire provided warmth and heat, something every living being needed to sustain itself and the very movement of atoms. It provided light and guidance, used for cooking, smithing, or simply a place to gather around and socialize. Fire aided life.
Lightning would’ve been better known as electricity, a current that coursed through the nerves of every organism. It provided thought and power. Electricity kept wheels turning, gears moving, and people going.
Earth was a foundation. It supported all, buildings, trees, even the ocean would crash into the core of the planet if it wasn’t for the ground everything stood on. It provided shelter and materials used to create. The earth offered protection.
But what could ice do? Sure, it was a form of support, but a very fragile one and never reliable for long. It negated the effects of fire’s warmth, leaving people to sit still to conserve whatever little warmth they could provide themselves. The coldness it brought overwhelmed a person, left them numb, and robbed them of all will and thought besides one:
That they were cold. Very, very cold.
But he, of all people, should not succumb so easily to such feelings and shortcomings.
He was the Master of this horrid element.
But was he? Here, lying in the cold, desolate snow. Unmoving. Lost.
He should be feeling invigorated in this moment. He once did. At his prime, when he felt like he knew all there was about the element he commanded. He’d truck through the snow and frost without worry, and the ice would give and bend to everything he asked of it.
But his powers were fading now. He was fading. And he did not know the element he could command.
He mustered some of the will that was left in his body into his arm and felt around in the snow for his staff. It stung to do so, the ice meeting his bare palms. It was a sweet, yet minor, relief when his hand found his staff among the snow.
Slowly, he used his staff to help right himself upon his two feet.
Thankful to be standing upright again, the scenery around him still did not change.
The birchwood mixed with the blizzard and created a bleak white as far as he could see with his limited vision. A fleeting glimpse of brown would occasionally appear in the mix, but it would disappear just as quickly.
It all blurred together to create a nothingness. He might as well have been in the void.
He could not recall which way he had come in this forest or if he had ever taken a turn at all. Senseless in direction, there was nothing left to do but trek on forward.
Step after slow step, he continued to make his way through this hailstorm.
Why did his element fight him? Even if he could not command it anymore, he had heard tales of elements still aiding their former masters if they were still alive to benefit from it.
Flames would retreat from the hands of former Masters of Fire so they did not accidentally burn themselves. Former Masters of Light would find themselves able to see in conditions too dark for an average person. The ears of a former Master of Sound would be able to pick out the lightest of noises in a cacophony.
And he had heard of former Masters of Ice retaining their low-temperature tolerances once their element had passed on from them, unable to parse how cold things truly were.
But cold was all he could feel right now. Cold and rejected.
It seemed like his element wanted to kill him, but for what?
If it was mad at him for being unable to find an heir within his lifetime, then, trust him, it was a sentiment he shared.
Something that had bothered him all his life was that he would never find someone to become the Master of Ice after him.
All of his peers had figured out what to do with their elements, either passing them on to their children, or nephews, or other trusted younger figures in their lives.
But he had always been a more reserved person in his life. He did not have many younger friends, he had no students, and he had never settled down with anyone. Aside from his fellow elemental masters, he hardly made any real connections with anyone in the world, let alone with someone younger.
And now he was paying the price for it.
No, he was not going to let himself die and just let the ice find its own successor. That was perhaps the greatest shame any Elemental Master could undergo, no matter if their death was premature or not.
There was no way in hell he’d find an heir in a hailstorm, though.
Who else would be out here in the worst conditions in the middle of nowhere but him?
Who would subject themselves to such torments?
Or perhaps this was the perfect place to find a successor. Someone who relished in the cold just as he once did would obviously be a wonderful Master of Ice.
But would they be worthy?
An Element of Creation was not something to be handed off to the first slightly suitable person you find. What if that person had corruption within them? What if that person was destined for evil and darkness? What if the second they were given such powerful abilities, they would turn them against the world and use it for nothing but personal gain?
But did he even have the time to consider such things?
A particularly large chunk of hail struck him across the face and he faltered.
His element was mad at him. It was true.
For never properly showing it appreciation. For never finding a successor in time. For never truly learning its purpose.
More and more hail struck his body. The cold pierced his skin, freezing over his muscles and bones. Perhaps such a hostile element would be suitable with a more morally dubious master.
Maybe the ice called him out here to kill him. Maybe the ice had found a new purpose and was done with its old master. Maybe he was taking too long to die and the ice brought him out here to kill him itself.
He stumbled over another thing hidden in the snow and he halted his pace to gather his bearings.
The wind howled and whipped. The noises in this storm were so monotonous that it became deafening. Nothing changed. Just the repetitive beating of the storm.
The song of the cold. Ever familiar. Ever mystical. Ever maddening.
The nothingness of the noise mixed with the unchanging scenery reminded him of white torture.
Perhaps the goal wasn’t to kill him, but just to drive him mad.
The buffet of the snow and the pain and exhaustion coursing through his body felt more welcoming now, as they were the only things reminding him he was still alive.
How? How did he ever find something like this so good?
Sure, every element could be destructive, but it felt to him that ice was destructive by nature.
Ironic for an element of Creation.
Thump.
A new noise broke through the storm.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump. Crack.
The sound of repeated striking.
Thump. Crack.
Thump. Crack.
He couldn’t tell where it came from.
CRRRRRACK.
A crack louder than the rest.
Something split. A tree, most likely.
Odd. These winds were strong, yes, but these trees were thick and their roots held fast. It was impossible for the storm itself to sway one of them, let alone tip one over.
Creeaak.
Something shifted in the storm. A large birchwood trunk fell, plummeting down towards him.
It took every ounce of strength, will, and energy left in him, but he managed to leap to the side to narrowly avoid the giant birch.
Something within him decided to live. Something within him still needed to learn, to know what the purpose of his element was, why it brought him out here in particular.
But now, lying face up in the snow, he didn’t think he’d ever get to know.
He felt senseless, weak, and lost. So many things demanded his attention and he could give thought to none of them. Alone in a blizzard with nothing but the cold, here to take him in his final moments. Maybe that’s how it was intended to be.
He lived by his element and he would die by his element.
The ice drained the last bits of life from his body, until at last the meager strength in his eyelids began to wane.
Fluttering between open and shut, the monotony of the storm didn’t change as he looked up. White and gray, as far as he could see.
Maybe this was what death looked like for someone who never found purpose.
…
There was a new color in the sky.
Blue.
Two bright dots of blue pierced through the unchanging grays.
A higher power coming to save him?
He couldn’t care.
The Elemental Master of Ice succumbed to the cold and let his eyes rest.
End of Chapter 1
Warmth.
It was warm.
It was comforting.
It was welcoming.
It was…wrong.
It was wrong. He should not be feeling warm right now. He should not be taking comfort in this.
He was supposed to be in the cold. He was supposed to relish in the lack of warmth.
He could not find the answer to his many, many questions by staying so far away from the element he called his own.
But despite his supposed nature, his mastery over an entire element, he was still but a human and subject to the human desire to stay warm.
So he did not shove off the blanket he found himself under and succumbed to warmth as he opened his eyes.
He was not dead. Unless the Departed Realm took on the form of a messy workshop, he was still among the living.
Steel pipes and a winding staircase lined metal walls. Blueprints detailing all kinds of mechanics and shelves stocked full of various tools decorated these walls as well.
The floor had its messes, too. A few tiny things, like screws, gears, nuts, and bolts, had been left lying about the ground. Larger things, such as hammers, spools, and buckets, had at least been kicked to the side or put up on a table.
His own staff had been placed to the side as well, in its own corner away from all the messes.
Incomplete inventions caught his eye. Something in the shape of a bird sat dormant on one of the tables, with a wind-up key in its back. A box on wheels had its gears sticking out. An automaton resembling a cat sat tucked away underneath a table.
A light whistling filled his ears.
He saw a man, turned away from him, hunched over a desk, working on something out of view.
The whistler wore a white coat and his gray, nearing silver, hair moved up and down as he worked away on his project.
The tinkerer must’ve been enamored with his work, as he didn’t hear the Master of Ice stir.
But the Master of Ice had greater things to do than lie in a workshop, safe and warm under some nice stranger’s covers.
He had questions to answer, purpose to discover, and an heir to find, and he did not have long.
He began to gather the strength to move away from this bed, only to be overrun by a sudden coughing fit.
It seemed he was still weak.
His coughing caught the tinkerer’s attention. The tinkerer turned around, revealing the face of an older man, nowhere near as old as the Master of Ice himself, but certainly someone who had seen some years.
A small pair of glasses sat on his nose and many pens sat in the pockets of his wrinkled lab coat.
The tinkerer’s face lit up when he found the Master of Ice to be awake. He abandoned his project and came over to the Master of Ice to help him sit up completely.
The Master of Ice asked to be removed from the covers, but the tinkerer only chuckled, finding the request odd and mentioned how important it was to stave off the cold out here.
Oh, did he know the irony of that statement, but he couldn’t help but agree with the sentiment.
The tinkerer stepped away for a second and brought back a bowl for the Master of Ice.
A warm bowl of soup, with steam rising off the top. The Master of Ice was again put off by the need for warmth, but his hunger far outweighed his ideals and he was sure he’d get another odd look for requesting his soup to be cold.
He accepted the food, taking note of the tinkerer’s smile as he did. The tinkerer asked him if he needed anything else and the Master of Ice shook his head.
Surely this tinkerer could not give him what he truly needed.
The tinkerer nodded and returned to his project, leaving the Master of Ice to stew with his stew.
Tentatively, he took a few sips. By all powers that be, it was a very well-made soup. Whoever made it certainly knew how to cook.
And the temperature only complimented it. He would not have found it as appealing if it were cold or even lukewarm.
It just did not sit right with him.
Instead of braving his own element to figure out its purpose for once in his life, he sat cooped up indoors, taking comfort in its opposite.
Not just in its opposite, but the other elements of Creation, too. Electricity powered the bulbs keeping this place well-lit. The earthen floor and metal walls offered insulation and protection from the outside.
There was no place for the cold in this haven.
Sometimes he, too, felt unwelcome in places of hospitality or refuge. Places meant for gathering and healing.
He felt like he only brought an intrusion on the sanctity, like a glacial wave leaving once green plains barren.
Sometimes he’d try to leave these places, but others would ask him to stay, insisting they could think clearer when he was around and that he brought a calming sort of mood that they appreciated. He never felt this air himself, but he always obliged, forgoing his discomfort for others.
He was so caught up in his thoughts that he hardly noticed he had finished the soup.
It was a good meal.
He hadn’t eaten like this in a while. And he doubted he would again.
He cleared his throat and offered his thanks to the tinkerer.
The tinkerer only laughed (a very joyful laugh) and said that he was not the one who made the soup, but would pass on the compliments to the chef.
Of course, the tinkerer wasn’t the only resident in this place. The workshop seemed to be a little too tidy for someone like him.
Plus, the tinkerer was old. There was no way it had been him alone to take the Master of Ice out of the storm.
Curious, the Master of Ice asked the tinkerer who had made the soup. The tinkerer pondered for a second, then told him that his son had made it.
Right now, his son was outside chopping wood, but would probably return soon.
Outside? Was it safe out there now? Or did the blizzard still rage on?
If the conditions had lessened, perhaps he could last just a little longer out in the storm.
The Master of Ice was about to tell him that he wanted to leave as soon as possible when the door at the top of the stairs flew open.
The blizzard howled outside, ice and snow flicking about in the crisp wind that called to the Master of Ice with a song that he always knew, but words he could never decipher.
He could feel the cold rip through the previously warm and tender workshop, an unwelcome frigidness that made him tighten his grip on the bowl he held. The lights on the ceiling swayed roughly in the wind. He noticed the tinkerer pull his coat closer to his body.
And yet, despite this hostility, he could not help but yearn to be out there. To trek once more through that unforgiving storm and seek meaning or die trying, surrounded by his element.
His gaze remained fixed on the doorway when two bright dots of blue broke through the unrelenting gray of the storm.
The very same ones he had seen before.
The eyes belonged to a young man who stepped through the door, bundle of wood over his shoulder and an axe in his hand, wearing only a thin white shirt and equally thin pants.
The song of the cold continued to flit about the Master of Ice’s ears, whispering words he would never understand, but a meaning he could interpret.
Could this young man be his heir?
The man shut the door as quickly as it had opened and apologized for his intrusion. The tinkerer told him not to worry and beckoned him over.
As the man descended the stairs, his eyes swept over the room in a methodical fashion. The steps he took were strangely precise, almost calculated, each stride exactly as long as the last.
The tinkerer introduced the young man as his son and the Master of Ice didn’t know what to think of it. The many, many thoughts and questions swimming about his head seemed to slow down with the new presence, yet there were still too many of them and none of them reached his tongue.
Instead, he tried to focus on the similarities between father and son. He could not find many beyond general traits. The tinkerer was slightly shorter and portly in stature where the man was tall and on the thinner side. He had no reference for the tinkerer’s hair, but the young man’s hair was a platinum blond, bordering on white.
Most obviously, where the young man’s eyes were an unnatural and striking blue, the tinkerer’s were a soft brown.
The man asked him if he was alright. By most definitions, he was not. He was old, sick, dying, and confused.
But he told the man he was fine. His condition was the least of his worries to him and he didn’t want it to be the worries of this stranger.
The man didn’t respond, but instead stared at him, boring into him with a very intense gaze.
The Master of Ice did not shrink under his gaze, but he took notice of how the young man’s eyes moved. They scanned him up and down in an even and practiced way, as if he was examining every detail of the Master of Ice from afar. How strange.
The man’s brow furrowed and he asked the Master of Ice if he was sure he was.
The Master of Ice assured him he was. Again, a lie, but what was it worth at this point? If this man was what the ice claimed he was, surely he’d catch his fib.
The young man shook his head. He stepped forward and grabbed the Master of Ice’s wrist to look at him closer, taking the empty bowl from him at the same time, all in complete silence.
And then he felt it.
Concentrated.
Collected.
Focused.
His confusions, his worries, his ailments, his needs were all previously a tangled mess in his head that burdened him as he never knew which one to address first.
Now his thoughts settled down at the man’s cooling touch, no longer warring for his attention.
This was the effect he had on others, was it not?
This was the purpose of ice.
Similar to how the absence of heat was just the stillness of atoms, the presence of the cold brought a stillness to his mind. A small moment of clarity.
The cold, in smaller quantities, brought an odd refreshing effect that cleared one’s head, suppressing the voices of the unimportant and distracting thoughts; allowing one to focus only on what was necessary in the moment.
The slight shock ice brought reminded one of reality. An odd sort of wake-up call that kept one’s mind from drifting, kept them present so they could think straight and make reasonable decisions.
The same way winter was a time of reset for the land; anytime one felt cold, it was a mental reset that let them start thinking again anew.
Earth supported.
Fire comforted.
Lightning invigorated.
And ice focused.
With this new revelation, only one question begged his attention.
Could he trust this young man?
The Master of Ice watched the young man examine him to discern exactly what was wrong with him.
The man continued to hold his wrist as he studied the rest of him, never too intrusive in his methods, but enough where he could learn what he needed to properly diagnose him.
Methodical. Calculated. All of his motions were. The Master of Ice was enamored.
That was when it hit him.
The way his eyes flitted about in patterns.
The way every single one of his movements seemed intentional and planned.
The way he seemed to account for everything around him.
Up close, he could see it now.
This was no man.
The person studying him was inhuman.
A robot.
That would explain why he and his father looked so different.
Why his eyes seemed to glow.
Why he examined him with some all-knowing precision.
Why he had such a tolerance for the cold.
The tinkerer’s “son” was one of his creations, in a very literal sense.
This had to be some kind of joke.
Was the ice taunting him?
Was it possible for non-natural objects to master elements?
The man, no, the robot, holding his wrist looked up at him, worry on his face.
He relayed to the Master of Ice information he already knew. That he was so close to death, beyond saving, and it was very ill-advised to go back out in the storm, for it would hasten his demise.
A very orderly way of summing up his situation, yet laced with enough care to show his concern.
Yes, he could trust this man.
Despite his inhumanness, he still had heart. He would be a worthy Master of Ice. Clearly, the ice liked him, too.
The Master of Ice only smiled and told the robot he was aware of these things, and still wanted to get back outside as soon as possible.
Both father and son tried to get him to stay, telling him it was no bother if he stuck around for however longer, but he insisted that he must go.
The tinkerer and robot were clearly not comfortable with his choice, but ultimately relented, as they couldn’t force a stranger to stay in their home.
Two good people. He had chosen right.
The robot retrieved the Master of Ice’s staff and helped him out of the bed and up the stairs.
As the two reached the door of the humble workshop, the Master of Ice had just one last question on his mind.
“I can tell you aren’t human, young man. For what purpose were you built?”
“I am Zane. I am built to protect those who cannot protect themselves.”
“Well, Zane, you must know that you have helped me today in ways you can hardly imagine right now. I hope you continue to serve that purpose throughout your life, however long it may be. I wish nothing but the best for you.”
“And I wish you the best on your travels, sir. Please know you are always welcome to return should you ever find yourself around here.”
“You and I both know that will not happen, but I thank you for the offer regardless. Farewell, my friend.”
The Master of Ice shook the old man’s hand and opened the door to let him leave.
The blizzard still raged outside, just as strong as ever, the song of the cold calling to both figures standing in the doorway.
It met younger ears with a new, alien tune, whispering to him words that he would one day come to understand.
And it met old ears with a familiar, welcome tune, singing words to him that he always knew and now understood. It beckoned him forward, out into the storm, and he obliged, leaving his successor behind.
For once, he felt unburdened. To be surrounded by his element without having control over it felt freeing in a sense. The snow gave way under his feet and he no longer cared how far his steps fell.
The frost no longer bit. The ice no longer stung. The air no longer chilled.
He no longer felt maddened by the unchanging scenery surrounding him. The grays seemed so much brighter now.
He had no pains left to endure, no worries left to bother him, no questions left to be answered.
He laughed, despite the hostility surrounding him.
For once, his mind was clear. He knew the purpose of what was once his element. He knew its place in Creation. And he knew a good man who would master it after him.
He felt calm. He felt content. He felt free. Powers above, he felt so free and glad.
He halted his pace and kneeled down in the snow, letting the snowfall shower him from above. The cold loosened his grip on his staff and he fell down into the ice.
This was how it was intended to be. Alone in a blizzard with nothing but the cold, here to take him in his final moments. Another laugh, lost to the storm.
He had lived by his element and he would die by his element.
The man once known as the Element Master of Ice succumbed to the cold and let his eyes rest.
edit: a few hours after posting this i swapped around the words 'refresing' and 'focused' where the master of ice has his revelation bc it was bothering me. if you saw this beforehand, you're not going crazy. i did switch it