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Night 52: Mine

Nov 12, 2010 23:41

[from here]

"Here we are," Indy announced unnecessarily, jerking a thumb toward the mine entrance. The warning signs were as foreboding as last night and the way in was half boarded up again. As he moved closer, Indy wondered again just how old this mine was. If it'd been there before Landel's, and if--big if--Richter's device was down there ( Read more... )

two-face, lord recluse, indiana jones

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unheroed November 13 2010, 20:35:42 UTC

Even if the word was used in a way that seemed to be disapproving of it, just having the term magic come up in conversation was enough to bother Harvey. It was like Keman and his little bobbing light all over again. Part of him realized that it was ridiculous to keep denying the existence of weird phenomena considering all of the things that he'd seen since arriving here, but he would still fight what he could tooth and nail.

He didn't really see how scientists would have anything to do with it, either, but it didn't matter much. The point was that their shadows were moving independently, and more than that... all three of them were now pulling themselves up out of the ground ( ... )

tartaros_avatar November 17 2010, 12:46:30 UTC

Recluse watched his shadow warily, looking for signs that it was going to attack. He saw none yet, but that was never a given. Still, he turned away from the thing to help open up the entrance to the mine, putting away his knife for the moment and taking the sword he'd brought from its makeshift belt, taking a hard swing at the boards.

And then suddenly in his ear, there was a quiet voice. His voice. "If we'd really worked with Marcus, we'd be out of here already." He turned, snarling, ready to strike with the pommel of the sword to drive the source of the noise back. The shadow sidestepped, the blow completely missing. "So. The point of these things is to irritate, apparently." Recluse growled, glaring at the phantom before trying to turn back to help pry the boards away.

its_the_mileage November 19 2010, 04:13:11 UTC

The other two were already doing a fine job of clearing the entrance, so Indy got out of their way and let them work (couldn't hurt to save his energy for things he might need to handle later, like steering runaway mine cars). Unfortunately, that didn't leave him with much to do other than glance around warily and pretend he wasn't paying attention to his shadow.

It wasn't talking. It didn't need to. Instead, it was going through an elaborate pantomime right next to him, so close he could've grabbed it by the throat. From what he could tell out of the corner of his eye, it seemed to be engaged in some sort of courtship ritual, arms encircling the air around an imaginary woman. Indy could think of a number of directions that performance could go in, and he didn't like any of them.

"How's it coming?" he asked slightly louder than necessary. Not that he couldn't see perfectly well for himself; it just seemed like an opportune moment to make sure the actual people were dominating the action.

unheroed November 20 2010, 00:44:36 UTC

"Oh, and falling from grace only to become embittered and insane is far more original!" The shadow was talking now, in his voice, with the sort of confidence he'd once used when baiting someone in the courtroom.

"You're a disgrace, you know that? If I could take you in and prosecute you, don't think I'd hesitate for a second."

Harvey could feel the presence behind him, to the point that he could almost sense the shadow's breath against the back of his neck. It was judging him, or rather... he was judging himself. He'd been through this already; not in a whole lot of detail, but the point was that it wasn't his fault. It was the city's fault. It was the Joker's fault ( ... )