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damage_girl in jla_watchtower

Knock knock.

Jun 17, 2007 16:28

Who's there?
Hell assassin.
Hell assassin who?
You're dead, the punchline doesn't matter.There's laughter. Actually, there's never anything but laughter in Trevor's apartment. Everything is… fun. A trip to the supermarket is a hysterical adventure full of whimsy. There's never any crying. You never have to be serious, ever. Nothing matters, because ( Read more... )

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jla_extras June 17 2007, 20:38:47 UTC

The house has that familiarity of small childhood. The smell of wood burning fills the house. There's snow slanted up to the windows.

Everything's quiet, though. Six kids means there's always noise, of someone singing, or talking, or playing, or being absolutely silent while they break a few minor rules. This is a stillness throughout the whole structure, not even the creak of floorboards.

There's whistling in the kitchen.

damage_girl June 17 2007, 20:42:24 UTC

Shadows stretch from a side wall. She's got him telekinetically propped on the ceiling so fast that she's staring at him from below before he even realizes that she's there.

Phillip.

damage_girl June 17 2007, 20:42:47 UTC

Phillip's brows are up that It hasn't killed him already. It's a good sign. Then again, she's got a surprise waiting. "Are you going to kill me?"

damage_girl June 17 2007, 20:44:31 UTC

Perhaps.

She lets him drop to the floor but stays where she is. She's inspecting ripples of paint in the ceiling. It's a complicated issue.

damage_girl June 17 2007, 20:45:10 UTC

He gets to his feet, taking a step or two back to inspect her face. "Not so," he protests, a small smile starting. "You either will or you won't. Or are the reasons complicated?"

damage_girl June 17 2007, 20:49:03 UTC

This shell will not be manipulated any longer. I do not hold its endearments. A pause. You're right. It isn't complicated.

Another pause, and she examines him a second time. You're an echo. Parlor tricks.

damage_girl June 17 2007, 20:49:41 UTC

Phillip waves his hand casually at her. "Been a long time, huddled in that 'shell'? Senses not working so well?"

He chuckles, his image fading slowly in front of her. "She wants resolution. You won't untangle this."

damage_girl June 17 2007, 22:34:44 UTC

I am patient.

...and made up of the same things they are saturated in now. Its vision of the domain is not as clear as it once was, bending and weaving and supressing the memories and intuitions of the girl beyond navigation of her surroundings. Her will is strong to be back in the warmth of her guardians. It would be compassionate if such a thing were possible, but the connection is not solid yet. The girl's will must be suppressed for now, until she's adjusted to the merge.

She reaches out with a hand to the fading image. For now, a moment pauses as the magic seizes him and ripples him with pain. Wherever he is, the magic will tell her. It won't be long.

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