FIC: Now, As Before - [3/12]

[etherati]

Title: Now, As Before
Fandom: Watchmen
Characters/Pairings: Dan/Rorschach, lightly
Date Written: 2009
Summary: "After changes upon changes we are more or less the same."
Rating/Warnings: R. Language. Violence. ZOMBIES. Cracky premise, non-cracky treatment.
Notes: This is completely a guilty indulgence - I love reading zombie AU fics, don’t usually write

Comments

[akemi42]

Hehe the first thing Rorschach asks about after getting up is his pants. Gotta love him...

[etherati]

I originally had planned to have him react much more strongly to what's happened to him, but I realized that no, he'd probably be mostly concerned with getting back out on patrol and with the fact that Dan has APPARENTLY TAKEN HIS PANTS. <3 Emo tropes, I subvert thee.

[ladydarthorn]

Daniel blinks, then pushes to his feet, heads for a chair across the room where some folded clothing is stacked. "I had to cut them off the night you showed up. Found a few things that'll probably fit you. Might need to roll them u-" An awkward pause, Daniel squirming slightly under the masked glare. "-er, I mean, they should work for now."
ffhahaha <3 despite everything else going on in the chapter, this still manages to make me grin like an idiot.

Also it's interesting how, even if they come pretty damn close to it, the zombies arent completely dead - and how the part of the virus that makes you go crazy and eat people doesn't even trigger because of the alteration thats needed, so even if you ARE bitten your still more or less yourself. It's an interesting spin on the whole zombie thing :)

[etherati]

As long as you get the benign strain, yeah, and unless you get too hungry. D: Then all bets are off.

But yeah, working with science!zombies instead of risen!corpse!zombies gives you a lot more room to play around with what exactly being infected means.

Poor ror, bad enough he's a zombie now, but he still has to put up with commentary on his height.

[robinnevermore]

"The question would be almost-funny but for the dead seriousness of his tone: "Where are my pants?""

It dosen't matter how serious he's suppose to sound, everytime i read it I giggle. And this is, like, my third time reading this fic. :3 Gotta love it.

"Daniel blinks, then pushes to his feet, heads for a chair across the room where some folded clothing is stacked. "I had to cut them off the night you showed up. Found a few things that'll probably fit you. Might need to roll them u-" An awkward pause, Daniel squirming slightly under the masked glare. "-er, I mean, they should work for now.""

LOL! Love it.

[etherati]

I am a firm believer in the idea of lightening dire moments with bad jokes and/or awkwardness. :3

Thanks!