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unrelenting_rhapsody) wrote2014-12-18 01:15 am
unrelenting_rhapsody) wrote2014-12-18 01:15 am
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It's not that I'm saying you're crazy
Who: Gokudera and Yamamoto
When: Just after departure from the village.
What: Bees. BEES. Otherwise known as a diverting side trip into uncharted territories for the good of a biosphere run by Hibari.
Dera leaned his shoulders back against the counter and flipped a page in the booklet he'd found, “hey, this is fucking awesome. They're working on hybridizing shit here, honey bees and Japanese bees, but the Japanese bees? They fucking surround enemies and vibrate until the enemy is literally cooked to death. Score one for wasp elimination and shit...” That would also explain why they found a bee swarmed zombie steaming on the side of the road on the way up to this place.
Not that there was anything wrong with dead zombies exactly...
...but it was still a little creepy to come across. Creepier when they realized that the bees were wedging themselves further into the corpse to make sure it was cooked good and proper.
Score one for the bees right? Best not to think about how many baked bodies there were scattered around this little farm they'd been directed to. "Whose idea was this shit anyway?"
Yama was fingering the bee keeper gear and puzzling out how it all fit together so it took him a moment to answer, "village! They heard about Hiabri's garden!"
And they thought it would help? "The same village where you turned down wedding a miko they like, right?" HE HAD TO BE SURE! "You didn't think they might be a little fucking miffed by that and I don't know, send us on a death quest?" To be fair what he knew of mikos could fill a bucket, mainly in manga pages, but hey, weird world they lived in it was best to be sure! His early Japanese education could actually hold some truth and he didn't want to be haplessly doomed because he didn't like sharing. No, if that was the case he'd march back and give the girl a good cussing and earn a death quest properly.
"Nah!" Yama laughed, amused, "Tsuna smoothed it over on the radio!"
Right, Tenth magic trumped even imaginary Miko magic. "And you're sure the priestess didn't have some kind of nature magic?"
"No? Ha, she probably would have been...louder? She was very quiet!" Yama admitted, rubbing his hair ruefully. "Not like the crazy we know."
Right, they knew 'quietly crazy will kill you when you turn your back' didn't they? "Okay, well, then that leaves us with the last fucking option, psycho bees." Because the damn things were hitting the walls and windows around them. They probably hadn't been this violent before? But getting used to attacking human shaped targets, well...
...granted, they weren't all attacking, just the larger seeming ones. The rest were going about their happy bee business. He was assuming those were the honeybee stock and possibly the successful hybrids, while the pure Japanese strain and the fucked up hybrids were the ones declaring jihad on the planking around them.
At least the 'plink plink thwack!' was a nice change from moaning? "I think our lives skipped fucking horror movies, we fell out of the zombie shit..." like a needle jumping on a record. Out of one genre into a whole new bio science horror piece.
Yama laughed and held the protection shirt up, comparing sizes, "into that one really bad movie we saw?"
"...God I hope not. The fucking acting sucked. We're totally fucking prime time material, even if it's bees." How could they not be? They fucking kicked ass!
So did these bees though.
"Ha! Is Gokudera saying bees are scarier than zombies?"
Dera snorted and turned another page, "only if one of us is allergic. Then? They're fucking terrifying and I'm insisting in flamethrowers." A bee sting allergy in this day and age? That would get deadly, fast, and he had no intention of losing his partner (or vice versa) over bees that Hibari could adopt. They'd find the man a consolation kitten or something if it came to that.
"Point," his partner conceded, then tossed the gear away in disgust, "too short."
"Yeah, well, they weren't planning for us and shit," he admitted. "We'll use the hats and gloves? Keep the fuckers off our faces?" He winced as another barrage hit the windows. Were bees smart enough to get some speed to crack a window? Hell if he fucking knew.
"You know...." Yama mused, plopping a hat on Dera's head to check the netting drape, "they make a good security system!"
"We are not adopting bees, Takeshi," Dera snorted, making faces through the mesh netting because it seemed the things to do. "...but?"
Yamamoto grinned at that prompt, amused in his odd way that Dera knew him well enough to question, "but it'll be safe tonight. And I think they're cute. We could keep them in a box!"
"...no. I am not thinking about that. No." NO.
"You're thinking about it a little," Yama pointed out with a grin.
"Fuck you," he snorted genially. "I am not keeping a box of bees that I then have to dig out of zombies later." Even if they would make a hell of a decent base for a Sun aspect box wea-
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NO. FUCK HIS BRAIN. "I'm going to kick your ass for that." It was almost as bad as the time the Rain guardian had gotten an idiot Japanese pop song stuck in his head for WEEKS. "Sadist."
"Does that make Gokudera a masochist?" the taller man asked innocently.
He couldn't help it at that. No, he KNEW better and yet that innocent tone and the bland look had him breaking out in a fit of giggles, "guess it fucking does." Points to Rain on that one. "Okay, this book says that there's an instructional video for bee handling. See anything like that?" It wasn't, sadly, packed with the booklet, oh no, that would be too easy.
It took a lot of shifting things around in the small shed to finally locate it (used as a prop to even out a shelf behind the bee masks) and then there was the fun of getting antique corner monitor to function as more than a fuzzy imaged radio. "Tomorrow," Yama finally decided, reaching over to take away the lightning ring that Dera had been using to filter power in to the set.
Tomorrow was...soon enough right? They could sleep safe tonight without needing to take shifts and that was a luxury they didn't get often. That didn't mean that Dera could just accept having his tools taken away from him though, no. It wasn't in his nature and frankly the droning of the bees was a little easier to ignore once he'd launched himself across the shack to tackle his partner.
The method for 'losing' shifted each time they had to blow off steam but tonight it seemed to boil down to whose back hit the wall most. Given he'd attacked a keyed up swordsman, well, he wasn't surprised that he was the loser that got to make dinner a good while later, not surprised in the least. More relaxed and even smiling a bit? Yes. He'd call it a good trade off.
"They've stopped," Yama noted from where he was stretched out on the nearby counter.
Dera blinked, lifting his head from dinner prep to stare at the darkening windows. The man was right, no further impacts were being heard. That didn't necessarily mean anything though. "They aren't precisely nocturnal." Not according the small amount of info they'd found in here? "But I think they do withdraw to the home base at night. That or the fuckers are laying in wait to see if we'll poke our heads out." Hell, it's what he'd do if he was a bee who'd been flying all day. Land on the roof maybe, rest and wait.
Maaaaybe he was giving them a bit too much credit though. "Tell me again why we thought these were a good idea?"
"Healthy biosphere!" Yamamoto listed easily, slipping off the counter and wiggling into a heavy sweater before opening the door to peer out. "That's what you said anyway! I think Hibari needs more pets!"
"Yeah, killer bees are right up his alley," Dera snorted, hands on autopilot with food assembly as he watched that door. No immediate invasion of homicidal insects, so there was that at least? "This will still be the safest zone for the night." Even if the ring of flying death was no longer in effect the area had been pretty well cleared out by the daylight patrols as it were.
Uri chose that moment to wiggle out past Yamamoto's ankles. Well, that was one way to do a safety check. The Rain Guardian slipped the door closed again after a nod and went back to his sprawling. Distracting as the man was, well, dinner had to be completed. "How do we transport them?"
Dera scoured his brain as he passed a bowl upward, "travel hives. We shouldn't wipe out the whole colony here, so one of honey bees and one of killer psycho bees? Travel hives are kind of big I think though. We'll need a vehicle. Did we see a truck on the way in?"
"Behind the main building that was across the field," Yama noted easily. "Road back to home is mostly clear..." They'd biked up along it after all. A blockade here and there but nothing like in the cities.
"...shit," Dera sighed. "We're really going to do this. Alright, let's go out." Best to move around at night and get an idea of what was where before they started pissing off bees.
There was a truck indeed, and large, plastic domes lined neatly against the honey farmer's house that they assumed were the travel hives. Dera slipped in to the home to refill their food supply while Yama scoured the other shacks on site to take inventory and...by dawn they were back in their smaller honey farmer equipment shack. Easier to hold a small space after all, and Uri was still off wandering around.
The first bee impact hit just after dawn, making Dera peel his eyes open and glare. "Long memory," he noted sleepily. Good to know, technically? But it was fucking off the charts as far as aggression levels went. Christ but it was hard to think about someone having these things voluntarily. Crazy ass farmers.
"Sleep,"Yama groaned, burying his face against the coming of the sun.
Yeah, sleep. Then eating, then another wrestling match to get his damn ring back so they could watch an educational video...all to the dulcet sounds of droning bees that liked dive bombing. All to find out..."You gotta be shitting me."
"Smoke?!" Yama laughed. "And Gokudera didn't think of bombs sooner?!"
"Fuck you," he grumped. "How the fuck should I know smoke bombs won't kill them? Besides, need the damn chemicals in the other shed you found to make them sleep anyway. Bees weren't exactly a situation he'd ever considered when formulating his own bombs okay?!
"Tonight," the Rain guardian promised with a grin. This was going to be years worth of teasing material really. Smoking Bomb Hayato not assuming bombs were an answer.
"Yeah, tonight." Uri was back at dusk, a rabbit in her teeth and a smug look on her face. "Huh, don't think they can see her or some shit," Dera noted once the proud little queen was appropriately praised. That was interesting. Not entirely applicable but hey, Uri had had fun?
'Smoking' bees involved less bombs than they'd hoped. Instead the square, weird boxes stored with the chemicals proved to be foggers. Less entertaining but also far quieter in the long run. It was easy watching the drug laced mist seep through the field. The few bees that had been out and about went back inside their hives and gradually the constant, low level hum of activity faded. It was easy as hell to slide the dome over one hive, slide the carry poke in to the appropriate slot on top, and heft a hive over to the truck.
Easy, yes. What complicated things was..."the fuck did the larger bees go?" The Japanese bees were less inclined to nest in a man made hive it seemed 'Find the psychotic insect who want you dead' wasn't exactly a game he enjoyed. Three hours to dawn, darkness, and the slight possibility of zombie incursion was his definition of a bad time to go tromping around.
That didn't stop them though.
In the end it was Uri that found the damn nest. It wasn't nice and hive shaped, oh no, it was a sheet of bloody fucking comb and wax wedged under the edge of the main house porch. There was no way in hell they were going to get a slab of nature built wall in to a carry case without pissing off the residents.
"Fuck."
One hour to go and they had a plan. It was a plan involving a crowbar, a fogger, and a fuck ton of Rain flames. Not the best plan, naturally but they'd gotten pretty good at improvising since the apocalypse hit. It was probably his imagination but he could have sworn that the moment his pry bar touched the waxy sides the sleepy droning had increased. Why the fuck were tiny insects giving him a better adrenaline rush than zombies?! "Blaming you forever if I get fucking stung," he noted genially.
"Don't get stung then!" Yama laughed, wrapped in flame glow.
Right, that simple.
Where simple meant moving like he was on fire to rip the nest away from the porch wood and stuff it in a travel hive. It was not clean, chunk of nest stayed on the porch, but fucked if anyone cared. They had the carry pole set to their shoulders and were running for the truck before the first bee missile buzzed toward them. They didn't stop to secure the cargo, just dove in to the truck seats and slammed doors as more bees started smacking the windshield. "Well, this is familiar," Dera laughed, shaking from adrenaline.
"Ha, yeah," Yama agreed, bending to comb fingers through his hair and dislodge a trapped bee. A bee that was then merciless stomped in to the floorboards. "It should be a Vongola game."
Oh God the horror. "Never, ever fucking say that near Reborn," he snorted as Uri hopped up on to the dash to curl up and nap. "We're not coming back here for more fucking bees for Reborn to use in a contest." That was the ONLY factor against the idea though!
God, Hibari would probably release the damn Japanese bees as training incentives or some shit. "We'll secure them when we get clear." Far easier to drive carefully away from the farm and hope than to fight through a cloud of pissed off bees to tie ropes. "And you get to explain this shit to Tenth."
When: Just after departure from the village.
What: Bees. BEES. Otherwise known as a diverting side trip into uncharted territories for the good of a biosphere run by Hibari.
Dera leaned his shoulders back against the counter and flipped a page in the booklet he'd found, “hey, this is fucking awesome. They're working on hybridizing shit here, honey bees and Japanese bees, but the Japanese bees? They fucking surround enemies and vibrate until the enemy is literally cooked to death. Score one for wasp elimination and shit...” That would also explain why they found a bee swarmed zombie steaming on the side of the road on the way up to this place.
Not that there was anything wrong with dead zombies exactly...
...but it was still a little creepy to come across. Creepier when they realized that the bees were wedging themselves further into the corpse to make sure it was cooked good and proper.
Score one for the bees right? Best not to think about how many baked bodies there were scattered around this little farm they'd been directed to. "Whose idea was this shit anyway?"
Yama was fingering the bee keeper gear and puzzling out how it all fit together so it took him a moment to answer, "village! They heard about Hiabri's garden!"
And they thought it would help? "The same village where you turned down wedding a miko they like, right?" HE HAD TO BE SURE! "You didn't think they might be a little fucking miffed by that and I don't know, send us on a death quest?" To be fair what he knew of mikos could fill a bucket, mainly in manga pages, but hey, weird world they lived in it was best to be sure! His early Japanese education could actually hold some truth and he didn't want to be haplessly doomed because he didn't like sharing. No, if that was the case he'd march back and give the girl a good cussing and earn a death quest properly.
"Nah!" Yama laughed, amused, "Tsuna smoothed it over on the radio!"
Right, Tenth magic trumped even imaginary Miko magic. "And you're sure the priestess didn't have some kind of nature magic?"
"No? Ha, she probably would have been...louder? She was very quiet!" Yama admitted, rubbing his hair ruefully. "Not like the crazy we know."
Right, they knew 'quietly crazy will kill you when you turn your back' didn't they? "Okay, well, then that leaves us with the last fucking option, psycho bees." Because the damn things were hitting the walls and windows around them. They probably hadn't been this violent before? But getting used to attacking human shaped targets, well...
...granted, they weren't all attacking, just the larger seeming ones. The rest were going about their happy bee business. He was assuming those were the honeybee stock and possibly the successful hybrids, while the pure Japanese strain and the fucked up hybrids were the ones declaring jihad on the planking around them.
At least the 'plink plink thwack!' was a nice change from moaning? "I think our lives skipped fucking horror movies, we fell out of the zombie shit..." like a needle jumping on a record. Out of one genre into a whole new bio science horror piece.
Yama laughed and held the protection shirt up, comparing sizes, "into that one really bad movie we saw?"
"...God I hope not. The fucking acting sucked. We're totally fucking prime time material, even if it's bees." How could they not be? They fucking kicked ass!
So did these bees though.
"Ha! Is Gokudera saying bees are scarier than zombies?"
Dera snorted and turned another page, "only if one of us is allergic. Then? They're fucking terrifying and I'm insisting in flamethrowers." A bee sting allergy in this day and age? That would get deadly, fast, and he had no intention of losing his partner (or vice versa) over bees that Hibari could adopt. They'd find the man a consolation kitten or something if it came to that.
"Point," his partner conceded, then tossed the gear away in disgust, "too short."
"Yeah, well, they weren't planning for us and shit," he admitted. "We'll use the hats and gloves? Keep the fuckers off our faces?" He winced as another barrage hit the windows. Were bees smart enough to get some speed to crack a window? Hell if he fucking knew.
"You know...." Yama mused, plopping a hat on Dera's head to check the netting drape, "they make a good security system!"
"We are not adopting bees, Takeshi," Dera snorted, making faces through the mesh netting because it seemed the things to do. "...but?"
Yamamoto grinned at that prompt, amused in his odd way that Dera knew him well enough to question, "but it'll be safe tonight. And I think they're cute. We could keep them in a box!"
"...no. I am not thinking about that. No." NO.
"You're thinking about it a little," Yama pointed out with a grin.
"Fuck you," he snorted genially. "I am not keeping a box of bees that I then have to dig out of zombies later." Even if they would make a hell of a decent base for a Sun aspect box wea-
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NO. FUCK HIS BRAIN. "I'm going to kick your ass for that." It was almost as bad as the time the Rain guardian had gotten an idiot Japanese pop song stuck in his head for WEEKS. "Sadist."
"Does that make Gokudera a masochist?" the taller man asked innocently.
He couldn't help it at that. No, he KNEW better and yet that innocent tone and the bland look had him breaking out in a fit of giggles, "guess it fucking does." Points to Rain on that one. "Okay, this book says that there's an instructional video for bee handling. See anything like that?" It wasn't, sadly, packed with the booklet, oh no, that would be too easy.
It took a lot of shifting things around in the small shed to finally locate it (used as a prop to even out a shelf behind the bee masks) and then there was the fun of getting antique corner monitor to function as more than a fuzzy imaged radio. "Tomorrow," Yama finally decided, reaching over to take away the lightning ring that Dera had been using to filter power in to the set.
Tomorrow was...soon enough right? They could sleep safe tonight without needing to take shifts and that was a luxury they didn't get often. That didn't mean that Dera could just accept having his tools taken away from him though, no. It wasn't in his nature and frankly the droning of the bees was a little easier to ignore once he'd launched himself across the shack to tackle his partner.
The method for 'losing' shifted each time they had to blow off steam but tonight it seemed to boil down to whose back hit the wall most. Given he'd attacked a keyed up swordsman, well, he wasn't surprised that he was the loser that got to make dinner a good while later, not surprised in the least. More relaxed and even smiling a bit? Yes. He'd call it a good trade off.
"They've stopped," Yama noted from where he was stretched out on the nearby counter.
Dera blinked, lifting his head from dinner prep to stare at the darkening windows. The man was right, no further impacts were being heard. That didn't necessarily mean anything though. "They aren't precisely nocturnal." Not according the small amount of info they'd found in here? "But I think they do withdraw to the home base at night. That or the fuckers are laying in wait to see if we'll poke our heads out." Hell, it's what he'd do if he was a bee who'd been flying all day. Land on the roof maybe, rest and wait.
Maaaaybe he was giving them a bit too much credit though. "Tell me again why we thought these were a good idea?"
"Healthy biosphere!" Yamamoto listed easily, slipping off the counter and wiggling into a heavy sweater before opening the door to peer out. "That's what you said anyway! I think Hibari needs more pets!"
"Yeah, killer bees are right up his alley," Dera snorted, hands on autopilot with food assembly as he watched that door. No immediate invasion of homicidal insects, so there was that at least? "This will still be the safest zone for the night." Even if the ring of flying death was no longer in effect the area had been pretty well cleared out by the daylight patrols as it were.
Uri chose that moment to wiggle out past Yamamoto's ankles. Well, that was one way to do a safety check. The Rain Guardian slipped the door closed again after a nod and went back to his sprawling. Distracting as the man was, well, dinner had to be completed. "How do we transport them?"
Dera scoured his brain as he passed a bowl upward, "travel hives. We shouldn't wipe out the whole colony here, so one of honey bees and one of killer psycho bees? Travel hives are kind of big I think though. We'll need a vehicle. Did we see a truck on the way in?"
"Behind the main building that was across the field," Yama noted easily. "Road back to home is mostly clear..." They'd biked up along it after all. A blockade here and there but nothing like in the cities.
"...shit," Dera sighed. "We're really going to do this. Alright, let's go out." Best to move around at night and get an idea of what was where before they started pissing off bees.
There was a truck indeed, and large, plastic domes lined neatly against the honey farmer's house that they assumed were the travel hives. Dera slipped in to the home to refill their food supply while Yama scoured the other shacks on site to take inventory and...by dawn they were back in their smaller honey farmer equipment shack. Easier to hold a small space after all, and Uri was still off wandering around.
The first bee impact hit just after dawn, making Dera peel his eyes open and glare. "Long memory," he noted sleepily. Good to know, technically? But it was fucking off the charts as far as aggression levels went. Christ but it was hard to think about someone having these things voluntarily. Crazy ass farmers.
"Sleep,"Yama groaned, burying his face against the coming of the sun.
Yeah, sleep. Then eating, then another wrestling match to get his damn ring back so they could watch an educational video...all to the dulcet sounds of droning bees that liked dive bombing. All to find out..."You gotta be shitting me."
"Smoke?!" Yama laughed. "And Gokudera didn't think of bombs sooner?!"
"Fuck you," he grumped. "How the fuck should I know smoke bombs won't kill them? Besides, need the damn chemicals in the other shed you found to make them sleep anyway. Bees weren't exactly a situation he'd ever considered when formulating his own bombs okay?!
"Tonight," the Rain guardian promised with a grin. This was going to be years worth of teasing material really. Smoking Bomb Hayato not assuming bombs were an answer.
"Yeah, tonight." Uri was back at dusk, a rabbit in her teeth and a smug look on her face. "Huh, don't think they can see her or some shit," Dera noted once the proud little queen was appropriately praised. That was interesting. Not entirely applicable but hey, Uri had had fun?
'Smoking' bees involved less bombs than they'd hoped. Instead the square, weird boxes stored with the chemicals proved to be foggers. Less entertaining but also far quieter in the long run. It was easy watching the drug laced mist seep through the field. The few bees that had been out and about went back inside their hives and gradually the constant, low level hum of activity faded. It was easy as hell to slide the dome over one hive, slide the carry poke in to the appropriate slot on top, and heft a hive over to the truck.
Easy, yes. What complicated things was..."the fuck did the larger bees go?" The Japanese bees were less inclined to nest in a man made hive it seemed 'Find the psychotic insect who want you dead' wasn't exactly a game he enjoyed. Three hours to dawn, darkness, and the slight possibility of zombie incursion was his definition of a bad time to go tromping around.
That didn't stop them though.
In the end it was Uri that found the damn nest. It wasn't nice and hive shaped, oh no, it was a sheet of bloody fucking comb and wax wedged under the edge of the main house porch. There was no way in hell they were going to get a slab of nature built wall in to a carry case without pissing off the residents.
"Fuck."
One hour to go and they had a plan. It was a plan involving a crowbar, a fogger, and a fuck ton of Rain flames. Not the best plan, naturally but they'd gotten pretty good at improvising since the apocalypse hit. It was probably his imagination but he could have sworn that the moment his pry bar touched the waxy sides the sleepy droning had increased. Why the fuck were tiny insects giving him a better adrenaline rush than zombies?! "Blaming you forever if I get fucking stung," he noted genially.
"Don't get stung then!" Yama laughed, wrapped in flame glow.
Right, that simple.
Where simple meant moving like he was on fire to rip the nest away from the porch wood and stuff it in a travel hive. It was not clean, chunk of nest stayed on the porch, but fucked if anyone cared. They had the carry pole set to their shoulders and were running for the truck before the first bee missile buzzed toward them. They didn't stop to secure the cargo, just dove in to the truck seats and slammed doors as more bees started smacking the windshield. "Well, this is familiar," Dera laughed, shaking from adrenaline.
"Ha, yeah," Yama agreed, bending to comb fingers through his hair and dislodge a trapped bee. A bee that was then merciless stomped in to the floorboards. "It should be a Vongola game."
Oh God the horror. "Never, ever fucking say that near Reborn," he snorted as Uri hopped up on to the dash to curl up and nap. "We're not coming back here for more fucking bees for Reborn to use in a contest." That was the ONLY factor against the idea though!
God, Hibari would probably release the damn Japanese bees as training incentives or some shit. "We'll secure them when we get clear." Far easier to drive carefully away from the farm and hope than to fight through a cloud of pissed off bees to tie ropes. "And you get to explain this shit to Tenth."