And yet 300-word ficlets are too much for me. Sad, really.tieleenFebruary 1 2011, 15:28:35 UTC
Sand is sand is sand, and there's plenty of it around this damned city, but Morgana recognizes the setting immediately. She holds in a laugh; who'd have thought Arthur knew enough to replicate this area?
She has no idea why he chose it, what the mark's connection to it is, and she should probably feel bad for not getting all her details straight. It's gotten them this far, though, and really, it's not like she's here for the mark.
"There," Arthur says, and points ahead to an abandoned gas station just a little ways off, and Morgana nods and makes sure not to look back until she hears the click and whir of the gun gearing up.
"I'd stand very still if I were you," she says conversationally. "I'm told if you train the beam right it's actually possible to cut through an arm in one shot, and I'm pretty sure she can get both of yours before you can even think about getting your gun. The nicest thing about dream pain is always how it feels just like the real thing."
"That's an excellent idea," the girl says from behind Arthur.
Arthur'd gone very still the moment he heard the gun, but now he tenses up even more, or - strains, really. He says, "Toro?"
Morgana looks back sharply. The girl - Jet Junior, except she refuses to use their ridiculous nicknames - Toro, apparently, hesitates, though to her credit, her gun's still trained squarely at the Arthur's back. Then she says, incredulously, "Robin? What the hell are you doing?"
Arthur - Robin? That's a much better name, Morgana has to say - un-tenses like his strings have just been cut, though he doesn't seem happy about it. "What do you think, Toro?"
Those eyes have always been disconcertingly big, but now they're getting even bigger. "I thought you people were trying to help Battery City." Her hand is still steady, but her chin quivers a little, and Morgana suddenly remembers she's maybe seventeen at the most. "The Bat's working with Better Living Industries?"
"Holy shit," Morgana says, finally realizing what's going on here. Well, a tiny fraction of what's going on here. "You're Robin?"
Arthur-or-whatever-the-hell turns around as if there's not a laser gun pointed at him, and gives them both the exact same appalled look.
"The Bat," he says, "isn't working with anyone, and you two are about to blow a cover it took me two years to set up. Really, Toro, I thought you were smarter than that."
Morgana looks around Danger Zone 6 and sighs. She really should have known better than to expect working with the Killjoys to be anything like straightforward.
The only bad part of this is that I went to watch the Killjoys videos again, for science research, and now I'm annoyed about the antidepressants-will-kill-our-future! thing all over again. Oh, Gerard.
She has no idea why he chose it, what the mark's connection to it is, and she should probably feel bad for not getting all her details straight. It's gotten them this far, though, and really, it's not like she's here for the mark.
"There," Arthur says, and points ahead to an abandoned gas station just a little ways off, and Morgana nods and makes sure not to look back until she hears the click and whir of the gun gearing up.
"I'd stand very still if I were you," she says conversationally. "I'm told if you train the beam right it's actually possible to cut through an arm in one shot, and I'm pretty sure she can get both of yours before you can even think about getting your gun. The nicest thing about dream pain is always how it feels just like the real thing."
"That's an excellent idea," the girl says from behind Arthur.
Arthur'd gone very still the moment he heard the gun, but now he tenses up even more, or - strains, really. He says, "Toro?"
Morgana looks back sharply. The girl - Jet Junior, except she refuses to use their ridiculous nicknames - Toro, apparently, hesitates, though to her credit, her gun's still trained squarely at the Arthur's back. Then she says, incredulously, "Robin? What the hell are you doing?"
Arthur - Robin? That's a much better name, Morgana has to say - un-tenses like his strings have just been cut, though he doesn't seem happy about it. "What do you think, Toro?"
Those eyes have always been disconcertingly big, but now they're getting even bigger. "I thought you people were trying to help Battery City." Her hand is still steady, but her chin quivers a little, and Morgana suddenly remembers she's maybe seventeen at the most. "The Bat's working with Better Living Industries?"
"Holy shit," Morgana says, finally realizing what's going on here. Well, a tiny fraction of what's going on here. "You're Robin?"
Arthur-or-whatever-the-hell turns around as if there's not a laser gun pointed at him, and gives them both the exact same appalled look.
"The Bat," he says, "isn't working with anyone, and you two are about to blow a cover it took me two years to set up. Really, Toro, I thought you were smarter than that."
Morgana looks around Danger Zone 6 and sighs. She really should have known better than to expect working with the Killjoys to be anything like straightforward.
The only bad part of this is that I went to watch the Killjoys videos again, for science research, and now I'm annoyed about the antidepressants-will-kill-our-future! thing all over again. Oh, Gerard.
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