GSG crossover ideas

Say, what are your ideas for crossovers with Gunslinger Girl. If applicable, what are ones that you are working on?

Could've sworn we already had a thread like this. But anyway.

Punisher/GSG. Frank goes to Italy to hunt down some Cosa Nostra guys; the Agency happens to be hunting the same people. Mayhem ensues.

Nachtsider wrote:Could've sworn we already had a thread like this.

Me too...

Anyway, I've drawn the occasional Doctor Who/GSG crossover pic because, well: as a Lord of Space and Time (and the occasional other dimension), The Doctor is always relevant.

Alfisti wrote:

Nachtsider wrote:Could've sworn we already had a thread like this.

Me too...

Anyway, I've drawn the occasional Doctor Who/GSG crossover pic because, well: as a Lord of Space and Time (and the occasional other dimension), The Doctor is always relevant.

I was going to suggest your work in that field.

Fanciful though it may sound, I think the Doctor Who suggestion has merit.

Here's a story suggestion. The Doctor and the SWA cross paths when the latter investigate some weird poo poo going on in Italy, which is revealed to be work of the Daleks or the Cybermen or what-have-you. They join forces to beat this threat. During the course of these events, it is revealed that death was hardly the final curtain for Angie. Now freed from the constraints of a mortal coil, she is now capable of freely traversing space and time, and has joined the Doctor as his latest companion.

Personally, I think the reappearance of Angie as this kind of angelic savior figure would be really poignant. At the end of the tale, the other girls would rest easy knowing she is now in a far better place than she used to be, and Angie would part company with them with the reassurance that she will always work to ensuring their safety from extradimensional/extrachronal threats.

Alternatively, someone can write an AU story where Hillshire is a Time Lord and Triela his companion. Throw in the other GSG characters as other Doctor Who characters and we're set.

How about Padania make a deal with The Cybermen to turn some of their soldiers into Cybermen to combat the girls?

That'll do, although I wonder what might be in the deal for the Cybermen.

Nachtsider wrote:That'll do, although I wonder what might be in the deal for the Cybermen.

Well, when they double-cross Padania...

Hence The Doctor has to arrive and set things right.

Kiskaloo wrote:

Nachtsider wrote:That'll do, although I wonder what might be in the deal for the Cybermen.

Well, when they double-cross Padania...

You know... like every other time they've interracted with the human race (I actually quite like this idea).

Alternately, Weeping Angel in an Italian museum?

Nachtsider wrote:Here's a story suggestion. The Doctor and the SWA cross paths when the latter investigate some weird poo poo going on in Italy, which is revealed to be work of the Daleks or the Cybermen.

Dalek poo endangering the Earth?

Alfisti wrote:

Kiskaloo wrote:

Nachtsider wrote:That'll do,
although I wonder what might be in the deal for the Cybermen.

Well, when they double-cross Padania...

You know... like every other time they've interracted with the human race (I actually quite like this idea).

Alternately, Weeping Angel in an Italian museum?

Frackin brilliant.

But we must go "Original Recipe" where they send you back into the past.

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Monty: "And I thought spending a couple of quiet hours at the Uffizi was a good idea."

Michele: "On the bright side, you always dress like it's the 1960s...and now it is."

Monty: *scowl*

Kara: "Anyway, might as well make use of that Police Call Box. Oh look, a policeman just poked his head out."

Jethro: "I know the Carabinieri have some eccentric headgear, but when did they add a fez?"

Great idea. I say do it, even if it means it is a collaborative effort!

Kiskaloo wrote:Jethro: "I know the Carabinieri have some eccentric headgear, but when did they add a fez?"

Oddly enough, in the next chapter of "And the Adventure Continues"... Jethro gets some new headgear.

Nachtsider wrote:That'll do, although I wonder what might be in the deal for the Cybermen.

All the electronic garbage the North is currently dumping in Naples, which they will use to build a race of Cybergarbagemen (delivering a suitable politically-correct Aesop about the consumer society).

Had a few crossover ideas.



One of them I shared a little already, which is GSG and the first Splinter Cell.



Another is with the V series (either the original or remake would be fine).

Kiskaloo wrote:But we must go "Original Recipe" where they send you back into the past.

I've just realised what a potentially terrifying prospect that could be for a cyborg...

Don't Blink whatever you do don't blink



Cyborg,ok my eyes are artificial anyway so i don't really have to blink !



thing about those Weeping Angels ,look at them and then hit them with

a sledge hammer when they turn to stone

Having just seen Avengers 2 I wonder how a GSG avengers crossover would work.

Tea brings home another pet
Priscilla- Tea why is the hulk here
Tea- Because he was lonely and hungry, and isn't he just the cutest little thing
Hulk- growl
Tea- be nice or no cookies for you
Priscilla- I need a vacation

Its all Tony's fault
Black Widow- tony what did you do
Tony- what I swear I didn't do anything
Black widow- I just saw a girl rip an engine block out of a car and throw it at a bunch of terrorists.... not even the cap can do that
Tony- ....... ugh that idiot bianchi actually did
Black widow- did what
Tony- well he was my roommate in college.. I was into robots and he was into cybernetics

Captain America gains fangirls
Thor- so how was the vacation
Steve- well Italy sure has changed
Hawkeye- do tell
Steve- well it looked nice but the women
Thor- this aught to be good
Hawkeye- do tell
Steve- I felt like they were watching me all the time
Thor/ Hawkeye- hahahahaha
Steve- one them couldn't have been more than 14 and followed me all over the city
Hawkeye- you couldn't lose her
Steve- no everywhere I looked the same long blond pigtails, it was creepy

I would think they would be called twin-tails. When I hear pigtails, I think of two braids, but that's me. 

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We kicked this about in a chat recently.  

- Jose gets shot.

- Henrietta is about to suck a FiveSeveN barrel.

- Kyubey interrupts her.  "Do you wish he wasn't dead?"

The problem at this point is, her lich-body doesn't work with the cyborg parts.  That's fine - thanks to Kyubey, the lich-body regens itself organic parts.  Her problem is - she's no longer a cyborg.  His problem is - he needs a cyborg.

Now, to keep her soul gem from instantly turning black...

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S.H.I.E.L.D is pretty much a natural.  The initial overlap can be as trivial as both organizations targeting the same FRF operative, or more intricate such as A.I.M. or Hydra trying to capture the girls (hilarity ensues?) and Nick Fury launching into a profanity-laced tirade worthy of Samuel L. Jackson.

taerKitty wrote:I would think they would be called twin-tails. When I hear pigtails, I think of two braids, but that's me. 

True my mistake on that one.  The avengers crossover would most likely be much easier to accomplish than PMM.  I can't really think of a way to pull off a PMM crossover.  Mainly due to a lack of knowledge about the series, and that there is no way to give such a story a happy ending.

"Happy ending."  You keep using these words...

Call me a sap, or naive, I'm just not into the grim dark everyone dies, type of thing right now.  Of course I fully realize that GSG and PMM are the opposite of what I tend to watch recently.

As I've said in the On Writing thread, dying the the least worst thing that can happen to a character in the hands of a determined author.  I enjoy giving them hope and then challenging them.

Hm, I just thought of one: A Cabin in the Woods, seeing as we're talking about Joss Whedon in another thread. That would be hilarious!

How about crossing GSG with any sports anime or manga, the results would be highly amusing.

GSG and Touch.  

crazyidiot78 wrote:How about crossing GSG with any sports anime or manga, the results would be highly amusing.

Having just sat through Yowamushi Pedal, I have the biggest grin on my face right now.

Triela: "What do you MEAN, I have to LOSE???"

Ok so fair warning this is what happens when I am bored and stuck on a plane with my ipad.

It was an average run of the mill day in the zocalo, as Londo sat down for a meeting with mr. Morden.  "Now then mr. Morden, what is it that I can do for you," Londo asked carefully examining the human.
"It is more along the lines what can I do for you Londo, see my associates would like me to ask you a question," mr. Morden said.
"And that is," Londo pressed.
"What do you want," mr. Morden replied.
"What do I want," Londo said.
"Yes, we simply wish to help you," mr. Morden replied as a girl at a nearby table grew agitated.

Triela had long since given up on figuring out just what the doctors were thinking when they created the girls of the social welfare agency.  At the onset their life span was measured in months and years, but after a final adjustment it was measured in centuries.  Their handlers died centuries ago, but the girls remained a close nit group to this day doing their best to help the world from the shadows and protect what family they had left.  It was almost as if fate it self had a hand in placing, the, all together on Babylon 5 after all this time.

"So together again," triela said.
"Yes," claes, Rico, Henrietta, Angelica, and Beatrice replied.
"We haven't been together like this since before the mimbari war," Angelica said.
"Yes it will be nice to relax for once, even if it is in a floating tin can in space," claes remarked.
"Or not," triela said as the youngest of the cyborg sisters grew agitated.
"Is something wrong," Angelica asked.
"It smells like death," Beatrice said looking at the human and alien talking across the way.
"I can hear them, they are wishing for destruction," Henrietta added.
"Argh I hate spiders," Rico hissed.
"She still hasn't got over that," claes said.
"Would you those things were huge," Angelica shivered.
"They need to die," the former murder midget trio hissed leaping into action.

While it was illegal to bring fire arms and modern weapons into Babylon 5, it didn't much matter when you were a weapon.  It also didn't hurt if your target didn't notice until after its leg was torn off by an old fashion acid etched, titanium blade, or your head was caved in by two hundred pounds of rampaging cyborg.  The shadows did try to fight back but it was to little to late as the girls older sisters joined in their advanced senses allowing them to strike the invisible foes.

"No morgen screamed as the mutilated carcasses of two larger spider like creatures appeared on the floor of the shopping plaza their blood slowly spreading across the floor.  "Do you have any idea what you have done," mr. Mordant screamed.
"Um pest control," Beatrice remarked.
"Sorry folks nothing to see here, please move along," Angelica said to the growing crowd.
"The shadows," Delen muttered in shock.
"So that's what these alien freaks of nature were called," Rico replied.
"You'll pay for this," morden hissed.
"Hey your supposed to be dead," triela said pointing at morden.
"What, do you mean girl," Londo asked.
"Yeah I remember you now, your the jackass that set up the expedition that cost me my niece in law, triela growled.
"You mean he is the one," claes said.
"Yeah you set up that zahadum exploration that no one came back from, but seeing as your here it's time I got some answers," triela growled.
"Aunt triela what are you doing here," captain Sheridan exclaimed.
"Busy talk later," triela replied as she drug morden away.
"Um shouldn't we stop her," ivonova asked.
"Not when she is having a red letter day," Beatrice remarked.  "Oh hi ivonova."
"Aunt Beatrice," ivonova gasped.

"You broke the cycle," Kosh said seemingly appearing out of nowhere.
"Claes it's the creepy voice again," Henrietta said.
"Good, its about time I got some answers," Claes growled.
"Impudent," Kosh said glaring down at the young woman.
"Yeah, yeah go stuff it up your pie hole," Rico remarked.
"Now I know they didn't do it," Claes said pointing to the remains of the shadows.  "So was it you that orchestrated our construction, or was it some other first one," Claes asked.  The Vorlons silence was all the answer she needed.  "Right so that means you did the telepath thing."
"Dang and here I had money on them being involved," Beatrice remarked handing Angelica a wad of cash.

"Um, Delen should I be scared," G'kar asked.
"I don't know," Delen replied.
"Oh come on seriously this again, you've got giant creep invisible spiders, that want to incite a galaxy wide war, and your afraid of us," Henrietta groaned.
"Well you did just kill them," Gerabaldi said.
"Would it kill you to be an optimist for once,, little mikey," Angelica groaned.
"Aunt Angelica," a surprised gerabaldi gasped.

This is what happens when I tired its after lunch and only 2 of students show up for class the day after the fall break.  Oh and I just really don't want to grade anything right now.


            “Go enjoy yourself he says, go be a kids he says, argh what a pain in the ass doesn’t he realize its freezing out here,” Petra groaned as wandered around in the darkness, while her handler got into who knows what.  That dam pervert.  So here she was on Halloween wandering around freezing her but off with more than a few people looking at her like she was crazy.  What it’s like they’ve never seen a trendy Russian Italian girl before.  The faint sound of a baby crying slowly drew her attention to a lone house on the otherwise non-descript street.  “Oh come on what kind of an idiot leaves a kid on a door step in the middle of the cold dark night,” Petra groaned.  She might be a combat cyborg assassin for the Italian government, but that didn’t mean she still wasn’t a girl and on top of that a human.  Well it’s not like I can just leave the kid here he might freeze to death or something.  It’s not like he is a Padania or anything.
            “There, there, now stop crying little guy,” Petra said picking him up from the basket, the hand written letter falling into the bushes.
            Little Harry didn’t understand what was happening, one minute he was with Mommy, then there was the scary man and a green flash.  The next thing he knew he was cold, and Mommy and Daddy were missing.  But it was better now, Mommy was back, but she didn’t look exactly like Mommy.  Now magic, chi, life force, the soul, or whatever you wanted to call it, was controlled by the users force of will, mental state, and feelings.  Little Harry of course didn’t know any of that, but he did know Mommy was hurt and he needed to make her better.  Thus his first of many bouts of accidental magic flared to life physically changing the girl holding him.
            “See all better now,” Petra coed wrapping him tightly in his blanket as she made her way back to her current lodgings.  The fact that she seemed to be slowly aging every step going completely unnoticed.
 
            “Who the hell are you,” Sandro said as Petra opened the door.
            “Sandro what the hell,” Petra shot back a gun barrel aimed directly at her face.
            “I’m asking again, who the hell are you, and how did you find this place” Sandro said releasing the safety.
            “You did, now could you get the gun out of my face,” Petra replied.
            “You know if you were going to impersonate Petra you need to do a better job,” Sandro replied.
            “Argh… I am Petruska you stupid perverted Italian man whore with a fetish for red heads and fostering illegitimate children,” Petra growled.  “Now will you get the gun out of my face before you scare the kid,” Petra shot back.
            “Wrong answer,” Sandro said as he fired.  A single gunshot rang out as Sandro found himself tasting the carpet.
            “What the fuck is wrong with you, jackass.  Did you have too much to drink with Bernardo again?  Argh why do I let you hang out with him,” Petra growled as little Harry cheered.
 
            “Um, no…” Sandro replied.
            “Hey Petra when did you get an upgrade,” Beatrice said calmly entering the room munching on a rather large cookie.
            “What upgrade,” Petra replied.
            “Um, Beatrice that’s not Petra,” Bernardo and Sandro said in unison.
            “What, but it smells just like her, and she is beating the snot out of Sandro like she normally does,” Beatrice replied.  “Who’s the kid?”
            “Oh some jackass left him out in the cold on a random doorstep.  I mean seriously what kind of a jackass does that?” Petra said looking down at the child nestled between her breasts.  Wait since when are my breasts this big…………..  Using one hand Petra slowly examined her new and improved body.  “Um this isn’t some kind of new side unknown side effect of being a cyborg is it,” Petra said softly.
            “No,” Sandro and Bernardo said in unison.
            “Nuts,” Beatrice muttered.
            “Mama,” baby Harry said looking up at Petra.
            “Mama……,” Petra said softly before falling down in a dead faint, Harry happily bouncing on her chest on the landing.
            “Dang it,” Beatrice cursed causing both Sandro and Bernardo to stare at her.  “What I had money on Triela being the first one to end up with a kid.  Now I owe Henrietta a box of some fancy fuu fuu craptactular chocolate.”
            “Well it’s not,” Bernardo began.
            “Don’t, there is no way in hell this isn’t the strangest thing you have ever seen,” Sandro shot back.
 
 
            “Ugh, what hit me,” Petra groaned the morning sun rousing her from her slumber.
            “If you figure it out can you give me some, because I don’t think Harry is doing it,” Beatrice said laying on the other bed bouncing Harry off her chest.
            “Um, Beatrice,” Petra asked.
            “Yes,” Beatrice replied.
            “Did you slip anything into the food again,” Petra asked.
            “No why,” Beatrice replied.
            “Because I seem to now be about ten years older, and there is a child in the room who is currently looking at me and saying mama.  This means I am dreaming or you put who knows what in the food again,” Petra explained.
            “Nope it’s all real, and it seems he wants to meet his mommy,” Beatrice said plopping Harry on her lap.
            “Beatrice what the hell is going on,” Petra asked.
            “The hell if I know,” Beatrice replied.  “And I think Harry is hungry.”  Beatrice added as the aforementioned child began trying to work around the tank top Petra was wearing grabbing at her breast.
            “Beatrice what the hell is going on,” Petra asked.
            “It’s called breast feeding, geese I thought all mothers knew that,” Beatrice said leaving the room.
 
 
            “I’m not in the mood for one of your jokes,” Jean Croce said over the video call Sandro and Bernardo were currently engaged in.
            “They’re not joking this time,” Beatrice said.
            “Well then explain to me why they are saying Petra has suddenly aged ten years, and now has a kid,” Jean said.
            “Ok,” Beatrice replied.
            “Sandro, Petra says she needs your help.  I think she is having trouble with her bra or something,” Beatrice said pulling Sandro towards the door.
            “Ok,” Sandro grinned.  “I probably should see how she has changed,” Sandro muttered opening the door.
 
            “Didn’t I tell you to knock, you jackass,” Petra roared as shoe slammed into Sandro’s head falling backward.  “Seriously, you never learn you pervert,” Petra hissed carefully holding Harry close to her chest happily suckling.
            “Ok…….” A stunned Jean said as the door slammed shut.
            “So yeah, it’s all true and I didn’t have anything to do with it Mr. Croce,” Beatrice said.  “Oh and don’t ask me why Petra hasn’t had to use the bathroom or anything,” Beatrice said as a knock sounded on the door.
            “Don’t start Bernardo,” Sandro groaned picking himself up off the floor.
            “Sorry, but we don’t have any candy,” Beatrice said to the cloaked figures before slamming the door in their face.  “Man I didn’t know adults went trick or treating in the UK,” Beatrice commented as the door exploded.
            “Trick it is I guess,” Beatrice grinned as a sickly green bolt of light slammed into her chest throwing her across the room.
            “Friends of yours,” Bernardo called out returning fire.
            “Why are they my friends,” Sandro said as four of the men dropped dead before a shimmering wall of light began deflecting their bullets.
            “Because you piss more people off than me,” Bernardo replied.  “And what’s up with the freaky light show.”
            “How the hell am I supposed to know,” Sandro shot back.
            “Because your girl went from jailbait to legal overnight and now has a kid,” Bernardo said diving for color as the freaky light show headed in their direction.  “Sometime today Beatrice.”
            “Ouchie, that hurts more than pissing off Triela and Claes on that day of the month,” Beatrice groaned.
            “Impossible,” several of the cloaked men gasped as Beatrice slowly stood up.  Now normally the sickly green killing curse should kill any living breathing human being, weird magical events aside.  Now the spell was designed millennia ago to kill humans, and sadly the wizards never updated their spells to work on a truly modern opponent.  Whether the wizards knew it or now Beatrice was a cyborg, and removed enough from humanity that the one shot kill spell would no longer work.  The same however could not be said of human weapons which now had the power to break through wizard shields as the shimmering dome of light began to falter.
            “Say hello to my little friend,” Beatrice said pulling a pump action grenade launcher from her back.
            “Oh hell, Bernardo what the fuck did you do,” Sandro cried out diving behind the sofa.
            “What it’s a just a little toy to make her smile once and a while,” Bernardo replied.
            “An M79 is not a toy,” Sandro exclaimed as a deafening roar filled the room as the shell detonated against the wall of light.  A storm of metal shrapnel tore through the soft and squishy wizards creating a rather interesting scene that could have been a macabre Andy Worhol or Jackson Polok painting.
            “Anything left,” Benardo called out his ears still ringing.
            “Define left,” Beatrice replied.
            “Anything living,” Bernardo replied.  “What your girl was into questionable fashion and exploring her feminine side and mine likes to blow stuff up.”
            “Got a live one,” Beatrice said hauling a man off the ground.  “Guess he got lucky with the shrapnel.”  Beatrice added as a large wolf like creature plowed through the gaping hole in the house aiming for Petra’s room.
            “What the hell is going on,” Petra asked trying to comfort a crying Harry.
            “Die,” the wolf like creature roared, before Petra drilled into the basement with an extremely powerful axe kick.
            “Bad dog,” Petra hissed glaring at the wolf man now lying in the basement.  “What that’s what Rico said to when animals misbehave,” Petra said with a shrug with Harry clapping in delight.  “Now would someone mind telling me what the hell is going on?”
            Well her strength certainly wasn’t affected by whatever is going on.
            Oh hell I think she might be stronger than Henrietta now.
            Crap I better be more careful from now on or she might really take my head off.
 
            “Impossible, you’re supposed to be dead,” the man said in shock.
            “Yeah well let’s just say cancer isn’t the death sentence everyone thinks it is,” Petra scoffed.
            “Cancer….. The Dark Lord killed you,” the man said.
            “Well if she is supposed to be dead do you mind telling us who she is,” Sandro asked.
            “She’s Lilly Potter, and the mother of hell spawn that hurt the dark lord,” the man replied.
            “I am not Lilly Potter and Harry is not hell spawn,” Petra added.  “Now why the hell were you trying to kill us?”
            “The Dark Lord will destroy you,” the man said as his faculties slowly returned.
            “Harry meet your Uncle Sandro,” Petra said handing him over to the confused Italian.
            It has a name now.  “His name is Harry,” Sandro gaped.
            “Yup, it was sewn into one of the blankets, and the tag on his shirt,” Beatrice said.  “So are we doing good girl, bad girl, scary girl, frightened girl…?”
            “I was going with hit him till he talks,” Petra said slamming him into the wall, leaving a body sized indentation.
            “So the Rico method then,” Beatrice sighed.
            “Now are you going to talk,” Petra growled.
            “Rot in hell you mudblood bitch,” the man hissed.
            “Was that supposed to be an insult?” Beatrice asked.  “Because she is kinda bitch a couple days out of the month, and what the hell is a mudblood?”
            “Beatrice,” Petra groaned before slamming her fist into his face, the man’s head tilting to a severe angle.
            “I think you hit him a little too hard,” Beatrice said trying to push the head back on straight.
            “You’d better be careful Harry your mother is turning into quite the violent woman,” Sandro said as Harry giggled in delight.
 
            “Freeze,” a woman’s voice said as a new group of robe wearing individuals entered the remains of the house.
            “For the record, they were all bad guys,” Bernardo remarked eying their sticks.
            “Lilly what the hell happened,” a woman exclaimed.
            “Yeah you are supposed to be dead,” another person added.
            “Argh, I’m tired, hungry, and far too annoyed to deal with this shit,” Petra growled.  “Come on Harry lets go find some breakfast.” Petra said taking Harry back from Sandro.
            “Oooohhhh I vote for donuts,” Beatrice said skipping out after Petra.
 
            “Now would someone mind telling me what the hell is going on,” the woman growled.
            “Well my niece Beatrice wasn’t very diplomatic with these trick or treaters, but then again we didn’t expect full grown adult males to go trick or treating on the morning after Halloween.  They didn’t exactly take having the door slammed in their face, but seriously blowing the door off was a little overkill,” Bernardo explained with a slack jawed Sandro looking on in shock.
            “And all of this,” the woman said pointing to the dead bodies.
            “Well you see our last posting wasn’t exactly the Garden of Eden, and you would make an excellent Eve by the way, we kind of just reacted on instinct,” Bernardo said as the lead investigator sported a furious blush.  “Now that,” Bernardo said pointing to the massive hole in the floor.  “Was his wife’s fault, but there were extenuating circumstances.”
            “Such as,” the woman asked.
            “Well this freak in a wolf man costume tried to kill her and their son, so she kicked him.” Bernardo explained.
            “Hey boss these guys are all death eaters and this one is Barty Crouch’s kid……. Holy crap this is Fenir Greyback….. Well what’s left of him anyway?” Her underlings called out.
            “So I guess we did you a favor,” Bernardo said.
            “Yes, Greyback is, no was a notorious serial killer, and the others were all wanted for various high level offenses,” the woman said.
            “So what do you say we get some breakfast, and let our lackeys deal with the cleanup,…. Miss,” Bernardo said.

            “Bones, Amelia Bones, and breakfast would be lovely,” Amelia said as Bernardo led lovely dirty blond out of the carnage leaving a scowling Sandro behind.