I've been walking forty miles of bad road. If the Bible is right, the world will explode.

Sep 07, 2009 00:06

Walk by the CCTV room of the Kashtta Tower, and the following conversation can be heard:

"You know, I've got about a billion security protocols to run through and, uh, there's-"

"Mr. Flinkman, I think you can be spared from your duties for five seconds to humor me a little."

"....You're angry. Okay, that's... Yeah, it's not every day I can actually ( Read more... )

julian sark, cy, henrietta, matoi tsunetsuki, marshall flinkman, ricky smith, the unnamed angel, mitsuki takahashi, mike mcgill, batty koda, farley claymore, phoebe donovan, radcliff scott, wolverine, abby maitland, dani reese, daniel faraday, jack bristow

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godtooksides September 23 2009, 17:36:39 UTC
He grimaces at the bat's shock, still glaring. Of course, even the weird talking bat is going to gape at him. As if he was the only weird thing here all of a sudden. Not that he shouldn't have expected it, given the fact that it was insisting he was human, but it still aggravates him a little bit.

So after a second of that he sucks in a breath, concentrates, and pulls them back in with a little wince. They've never gone in or out easy, not since...

At least the bat doesn't spend a whole lot of time on the matter, though. In fact, two seconds later, it seems to have forgotten about them completely. The angel could get used to that sort of reaction, really. He shrugs, shaking his head at the 'not in Kansas anymore' thing. There's not a whole lot he knows about the Rift other than 'it takes people from other places and puts them here' and 'there are a helluva lot of wanderers in Chicago'.

"Back? Don't know," he says, flopping backwards onto the grass once more. "I think--I don't think people can get back. I mean, there's a fuck lot of wanderers here and I'd--and you'd think that there wouldn't be if they could go home." Or maybe they would. Never know what they're running from, after all.

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logiciserratic September 24 2009, 07:34:02 UTC
Batty tilts his head to one side. "Oh, I don't know," he drawls, tone dripping with sarcasm. "A few less trees, a few more shopping malls. It could be a nice little cesspool of commercialism and human achievement."

He lets go of the branch and flaps his wings. "Well. It's been lovely chatting, you... Very strange... Human-shaped thing, but I've got a rain forest to find. Adios."

...Yes, the bat did suddenly get a bit lucid on you there, angel. Sometimes it happens. And now he's going to fly away before you can appreciate it.

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godtooksides September 25 2009, 01:25:35 UTC
The angel blinks at the space the bat was just occupying, then looks around at the surrounding area again, just to make sure that the bat didn't just fly off to some other tree or something (hey, bats do that, right?) or that someone else didn't just see the utter weird that just went down. Nope, nothing. He's just as alone as he thought he was a few minutes ago before a talking bat dropped on his head.

...that has got to be the weirdest encounter he's had with anything ever.

After a few minutes of staring in bewilderment at the sky, though, he shrugs and lays back down. He might not be able to get back to sleep, but he can rest or something, and maybe this time a bat won't fall on him.

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