closed - A paranoid is someone who knows a little of what's going on.
WHO: loveyourenemy & technophantom
WHERE: St. Mary's Pro Meta Catholic Church
WHEN: After the M.A.J.E.S.T.Y. broadcast
WARNINGS: Badmouthing the government!
SUMMARY: Ghost is mean to govt-endorsed superhero groups who are doing their best, in public, Matsuka has a secret message for him, it's gonna end up like a buddy cop movie at some point with them both driving away from an explosion
FORMAT: Lazybrackets
[A quick sweep of the building with every mechanical device on Ghost's battle-suit temporarily allayed his concerns about being spied on. Nobody was around, it was close to midnight as he drifted up between the rows of pews. Objectively it was hard to appreciate the aesthetic of the church when he was constantly scanning for potentially threatening lifeforms, but he'd never been much of an architectural connoisseur.
It had crossed his mind that this was a trap, but he doubted it. After so many years fighting against enemies thick in number and shadowy in purpose, he had grown to value his intuition as well as the facts he could accrue. Insofar as he trusted anybody initially (he didn't), he gave this Jonah Matsuka the benefit of the doubt. Nothing he turned up from his brief Network skim raised any alarm bells, anyway.
While he waited for the other man, he moved to the altar where the Bible was and flicked to Psalm 149:8, smiling invisibly under the mask for just a second.]
Kings in chains. Someday.
WHERE: St. Mary's Pro Meta Catholic Church
WHEN: After the M.A.J.E.S.T.Y. broadcast
WARNINGS: Badmouthing the government!
SUMMARY: Ghost is mean to govt-endorsed superhero groups who are doing their best, in public, Matsuka has a secret message for him, it's gonna end up like a buddy cop movie at some point with them both driving away from an explosion
FORMAT: Lazybrackets
[A quick sweep of the building with every mechanical device on Ghost's battle-suit temporarily allayed his concerns about being spied on. Nobody was around, it was close to midnight as he drifted up between the rows of pews. Objectively it was hard to appreciate the aesthetic of the church when he was constantly scanning for potentially threatening lifeforms, but he'd never been much of an architectural connoisseur.
It had crossed his mind that this was a trap, but he doubted it. After so many years fighting against enemies thick in number and shadowy in purpose, he had grown to value his intuition as well as the facts he could accrue. Insofar as he trusted anybody initially (he didn't), he gave this Jonah Matsuka the benefit of the doubt. Nothing he turned up from his brief Network skim raised any alarm bells, anyway.
While he waited for the other man, he moved to the altar where the Bible was and flicked to Psalm 149:8, smiling invisibly under the mask for just a second.]
Kings in chains. Someday.