Watchmen (Super Sentai) Five Kink Meme
Rules of the meme:
1. Anonymously(or not, because we seem to have stopped following this rule) post a pairing and prompt you would like to see written. Since this is a kink meme, there is supposted to be a kink involved, but normal well-written prompts should work just as well.
2. Anonymous will respond to your post and write it for you! Art and such ( Read more... )
The newscaster stationed outside the hospital continued and Dan had to force himself to concentrate on her words.
"--w York Police Department asserts that Mason, a retired officer himself, is not a suspect, but they are trying to find out any information he might have about Nite Owl II and possibly even Dr. Manhattan, who disappeared only moments after the events of November 2nd. We'll be bringing you further news as we learn more. Back to you, Harold."
The picture cut back to the news anchor. "Thank you, Diana. Amazingly, Hollis Mason was rescued by the quick thinking and courage of a group of neighborhood children who'd been trick-or-treating that night. Coming up at eight, we'll be speaking with those brave youngsters and bringing you their story.
In financial news, markets worldwide are-"
The words blurred into a droning buzz as Dan's thoughts raced.
"Wasn't there a--? Wait!" Dan whirled back to the computer, furiously scrolling and back-tracking. He was focusing in the way he once did when on an important case, and Rorschach was only too happy to let him do it. His eyes tracked impatiently back and forth over the endless entries and sub-headings. "Dammit, where is it…we read so far…" Rorschach leaned in to add his own efforts to the speed-reading and nearly got clocked on the jaw for his trouble when Dan reared back to point, "There! The ghost story!" His eyes skimmed the paragraphs. "Several of us are in it… the 'hands in pockets' phrase is you, I think…"
"And the one at the spark hydrants is you?"
"I guess so. But the rest..."
"...is about Mason."
"And look, these details - his injury, and the setting at Halloween." Dan leaned back, passing his hand over his forehead. Suddenly he looked up at his friend. "Oh god, the ones about our deaths, do you remember? There was one for Hollis. I tried not to read it, but I just had to."
"Remember that one." Rorschach shifted uncomfortably. "I read it too." He looked up as he recalled. "Mentioned 'those kids' finding him."
"That's just too eerie. And the fact that it happened right after Laurie and I-"
"Came for me," Rorschach finished. "Disturbing coincidence."
"Was it a coincidence?"
Rorschach paused, but shook his head. "Had to be. If Veidt knew what you were going to do, would have just stopped you. Not taken revenge somewhere else."
"True. But why? Why was Hollis attacked on that exact night?"
"Hurm. Doesn't seem to relate to Veidt's plan at all. May simply have been random."
"But why would they know about it, then?" Dan pointed to the screen. "What the hell kind of comic book story is this, anyway?"
"Good question."
Dan sighed, scrubbing his hands over his face. "All right. Well, we know he's doing all right, at least, and that our message got through. Let's keep going with this while we think of what to do next. We're nearly to the end of it and I could do with a 'crack' story right about now."
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"Hahaha! Okay, I guess this fits the bill."
"Do not care for Lucky Charms or liquor in Coke. Hrmf."
"I noticed you didn't say anything about the other three items on that list. Suddenly I want to find a movie on one of those televisions and cook for you."
"Enk."
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"Hey!!"
"Snowsuit is not stupid, Daniel."
"…thank you."
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"Ok, I've gotta ask: How do you feel about Laurie?"
"Why?"
"Well, for one thing, she's as much a fugitive as we are now and I'm sure she can't just stay with her mother."
"You're not asking because of the Ghost Rat story?"
"Not only because of it, I'll put it that way."
"Ehn. Appreciated her help. Disapprove of her costume. Would have to think on the rest."
"Fair enough."
"…"
"…"
"…your hands… hrk."
"Eesh, yeah, that'd be awful. It gives me the willies. The recovery, though… "
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"Hurm. Insult us but use insults as compliments. Makes no sense."
"'Fatass', 'nerd', 'chubby'… it's like my adolescence all over again. By the way, you are not ugly!"
"Don't need flattery or coddling, Daniel."
"I don't care. You're not, and I think I'll sock you if you try to say otherwise."
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"Oh, man. Is it crazy of me to wish we could hear those albums too?"
"No more insane than the possibility they do exist, somewhere."
"High heels. Wow."
"Don't get any ideas."
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"Stripping?!"
"'For justice' - *snrk*!"
"Not funny, Daniel."
"What, are you kidding, we'd both be horrible - it's hilarious!"
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"Interesting to imagine pure form of Nite Owl like that."
"What, a giant owl-monster? Kind of hard to have sex with that. Oof!"
"Thinking like them, now."
"Sorry, I couldn't help it. But yeah, that really would be something, to see our… personas, unfiltered. If we survived it, that is. And, y'know, to maybe see you when you're not being Rorschach."
"Nh. No one to see."
"Oh, I dunno. Would it really be so bad if there was someone?"
"…"
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"…self…cest--?"
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"ENNK!"
"Holy… 'She has a larger than life pe-'"
"Don't say it!!"
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"Hey, that prompt actually happened - that big drug bust, you took a two-by-four to the back of the head and kept going."
"Was fine - pulled an attacker off of you and stopped ringleader."
"And passed out the second we got back into Archie. I'm just glad you stayed at the Owl's Nest that night."
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"Daniel. Link to another meme."
"Jesus, Another one? We're not that interesting, are we?"
"Hnh. Just echoed your high school counterpart."
Dan laughed a bit self-consciously at that. "I think I can relate to how he felt, you know?" He stood up and stretched some of the tension out of his shoulders from sitting in one place for so long. Glancing over at the wall of TV screens, he grimaced. "There's been nothing else broadcast that might be useful. I think we're going to have to wait for the evening news now."
Rorschach was still looking at the computer, frowning in thought. "Dr. Manhattan shouldn't have gone. Makes things more difficult, 'miracle' notwithstanding."
Dan grew thoughtful. "I agree. He didn't seem to be too concerned about things - but then again, he never has been. We should try to find him, see if we can bring him back. This is too big, and no one's going to be inclined to listen to the two of us."
"What do you propose?"
"Well... we do have a machine that controls tachyons, which attract his attention." He raised a brow. "Maybe we should see if it goes to eleven."
"...Eleven?"
"Remind me to have you watch 'This is Spinal Tap' sometime."
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Also, could you link me to the first one referenced? I think I wrote it, and I'd like to look it over again.
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Here's the link - first entry on p. 36, KM3.
http://spam-monster.livejournal.com/2938.html?thread=8183930#t8183930
(captcha is "THE surfboard" - a way for the Castaways to escape--?)
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"…self…cest--?"
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Me: *dies* YEEES! *lols forever.
Thanks for that.
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Because we like to fuck with you minds.
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“Anything so far?”
“No.” Rorschach’s voice crackled over the radio.
Dan tried another setting. “What about now?”
“Possibly. Display flickered.”
Dan hesitated, then risked another increase. After a brief foray into the maintenance logs, they’d been able to identify at least some of the tachyon-harnessing equipment and Dan was doing some experimenting. The trick was not only figuring out how to operate the machinery, they realized; they also wanted to keep from losing their connection to the meme, which began with this very equipment. It had become enough of a part of their current existence to make both of them uncomfortable at the thought of losing it. Hell, it was a connection to another world.
“Still ok?”
“Image is wavering... appears stable now.”
A few more exchanges passed over the radio as he gradually coaxed the tachyon containment equipment to maximum. “Well," he released the knob and gingerly stepped back, "I think that’s as far as this thing goes. I don’t see any other ways to adjust it.” Dan took one more look at the bank of switches and readouts. “No alarms are going off, and I didn’t see anything in the manuals about tachyon exposure being dangerous…”
”Aside from the obvious.”
“Well, yeah - you’ve got a point there.” Dan swept an embarrassed hand through his hair. “Let’s just hope this works. There's nothing else I can do here, so I’m heading back over to you.”
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Dan returned to the media room just in time to see his partner engaged in a (mostly) good-natured tussle with Bubastis, who had apparently decided she needed more attention. She was trying to climb into a very unimpressed Rorschach's lap while he fended her off with one hand and tried to protect the computer's keyboard with the other. He was doing a decent job of holding his ground, but not without cost. His hand, which had been hovering over the keyboard as they struggled, abruptly mashed down on the keyboard when a well-placed feline tongue hit his ear and the image on the monitor sputtered, blinked and changed.
"No!" Dan lunged forward in horror even as the edge of Rorschach's hand landed on the keyboard for a second time and caused a fresh bout of distortion. Growling in frustration (to which Bubastis playfully responded in kind) Rorschach wrestled to get them both away from the computer before they did further damage.
With his heart in his throat Dan rushed to the monitor. It was still on, and still showing a display, much to his relief. As soon as his initial panic wore off he actually looked at what was on the screen and his brain slowly put what he was seeing together.
--Error. Please confirm you are a human below.--
"Computer all right?" Rorschach shot Dan a worried glance from where Bubastis continued to wrestle him on the floor.
"...yeah." Unconsciously, Dan's hand drifted up to his mouth as he continued to stare at the screen. He was only vaguely aware of the continuing scuffle behind him, his partner's grunts of effort blending with Bubastis' thunderous purr.
"Ghrah. Daniel."
"Bubu, cut it out for a second." Dan's eyes never left the screen and his voice was but a faint murmur, but something in his tone must have reached both his companions. Both of them stilled and stared up in apprehension at Dan.
Quickly disentangling himself, Rorschach scrambled up to get his own look at what had stunned Dan. A moment's study had him looking much the same way Dan did.
"Haven't seen that before."
"No. We always just got static when we tried following anything. Must be the tachyons." He finally focused on the "Message" section of the display and was startled into a laugh. "I'm assuming that was the result of Bubastis' 'help'?"
And then a thought occurred. A frightening, horrible, irresistably compelling thought.
Dan turned quickly. "Do you think--?"
Rorschach was looking at him. "Bad idea. Very bad."
"But you're thinking it too, aren't you?"
"Hurm."
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"We could-"
"Shouldn't."
"But it's gibberish, it looks a bit like what they write sometimes anyway, and look, "Anonymous" is selected. If it goes through - if! - no one will know who sent it. But we'll know if what we think is happening is really possible. Isn't that worth knowing?"
Even Rorschach couldn't argue against his own curiosity. His gaze dropped momentarily, then returned to meet Dan's resolve. "Do it."
With all the gravity they'd ever shown their most serious cases they turned back to the computer. Slowly, carefully, Dan stepped forward and clicked "Post Comment".
The screen went blank.
Neither of them breathed.
...and then the display returned.
Dan gaped in disbelief, then started scanning the image. "Did it work?"
"Not sure." Rorschach joined him and they both leaned over the computer. "Didn't see which entry it belonged to."
"Guess we'll have to read the whole page."
The minutes passed. They even broke their unspoken rule of not reading the stories that didn't have to do with them.
"There."
"Oh my god, that one?!" Dan's laugh was as much euphoria at their success as it was for the comment's location. "Someone actually went for the stripping prompt, I don't believe it."
Rorschach's glare promised murder for an instant, but he couldn't hold it in place as his gaze was drawn back to the inadvertent comment borne of his and Bubastis' rough-housing. Despite its undignified appearance, it was still proof of their success. It stood, black on white, quite possibly the first recorded instance of contact between universes:
--fffffffffffffjkilhgkjmvjgjlkk....--
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Just know that i fall in much giggles every with every sentence.
Even Rorschach couldn't argue against his own curiosity. His gaze dropped momentarily, then returned to meet Dan's resolve. "Do it."
If you would be a guy i would marry you instance, but unfortunatly i´m straight so i can just offer loyality until death to you.
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"It stood, black on white, quite possibly the first recorded instance of contact between universes:
--fffffffffffffjkilhgkjmvjgjlkk....--"
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Glad you liked that - it's been established as Fanon that they commented here, and I really wanted to figure out just how to make it happen the first time!
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Captcha says connubium cultlee
This anon was /not/ planning to stalk author. Scouts Honor. Really.
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Trying not to keep you hanging, Anon - must wrestle ridiculous plot into shape, but feeling about as successful as Rorschach trying to control Bubastis... xD
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"Nh. Comment implies approval, by their vernacular." Rorschach's jaw was set in exactly the opposite, his arms tightly folded.
"Is that really all you can think about, man? We just... just..." his hands flailed briefly at the screen, conveying his incredulity better than any words he could force out right now.
"Am aware of significance, Daniel. Only wish communication could have been more... coherent."
"Right. You would've just yelled at them."
" 'Yelled'?"
"Don't give me that look, you know what I mean. Besides, it wouldn't make any sense from their point of view - they'd just think you're a... what'd they call it, a 'troll'."
"Hurm. Then what would you suggest doing with it?"
"I... have no idea." Dan blinked. "It's probably a better idea not to do anything, really. We'd be-"
"Interfering, Daniel?" The set to his shoulders made it clear Rorschach had no qualms about doing just that.
"C'mon - this is different. They don't know we're at this end, remember?"
Their gazes locked until Rorschach finally relented. "Fine." They subsided, but then Rorschach's head snapped back up to pin his partner with eyes that flashed a warning. "No prompts."
"...Fine. But I do want to see if we can make it happen again on another page at some point, so we should, y'know. Keep reading." His expression grew puckish. "For science." He was rewarded with the unguarded twitch of Rorschach's mouth at that.
"Should be training." He mastered his expression back into a scowl. "Have a long way to go and no discipline. Very bad."
The way he said Very bad made Dan suppress a shiver that was only partially apprehension. He knew Rorschach was serious in his concern, and with good reason, but this adventure was bringing out more in his ever-taciturn friend than he'd ever dared to hope. Even so, as he eyed his paunch with distaste he reflected that Rorschach did have a good point. "All right, how about this - an hour of training for every hour of reading?"
"Two hour shift maximum. Won't get any sleep otherwise."
"But thats--! All right, yeah, that's fair." Dan deflated slightly, but quickly bounced back. "So let's get going on this. We've still got the news to catch later tonight."
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"Damn, how'd we miss that the first time? I never knew that's what 'immolation' could mean."
"Seem far too interested in that fact, Daniel."
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"...would you let me try on your hat sometime?"
"Wouldn't fit you."
"That wasn't a 'no', I noticed."
"Ennk."
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"Would not be such a rude housemate. Know how to pick up after myself."
"I seem to recall a much-broken lock and a raided pantry one night."
"Needed to get your attention, make sure you were taking precautions. And got hungry."
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"Ha, horseplaying is 'cute'. Wonder what they'd think of your training efforts."
"Likely a prompt, somewhere."
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