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Night 25: Intercom, Midnight

Jul 25, 2007 04:29

The intercom crackled on, all vestige of civility lost from the Head Doctor's voice as his words came out, quick and frothy.

"Schizophrenic sasquatch? Sasquatch? Surely, you can come up with something better than that, old friend ( Read more... )

birkin, dairine, intercom, ramza, armand, kikyo, haruhi fujioka, peter parker, gremio, vaan, dist, elphaba, krauser

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M74 secret_orchard July 25 2007, 11:55:44 UTC

Armand St. Just hadn't told Jeanne about the nightmares until their wedding night. After that, most nights her physical presence was enough to calm him, even if he woke from terrible dreams. Her small hands on his shoulders, her kisses on his cheeks, and he'd be able to curl around her and shut out the phantoms long enough to sleep again. So when he woke this time -- the jeers of the bloodthirsty crowd around la guillotine echoing in his ears -- he reached for Jeanne, vaguely surprised in his half-asleep state that she wasn't still snuggled against his chest ( ... )

Re: M74 secret_orchard July 25 2007, 22:01:22 UTC

((To here.))

M79 black_ageha July 25 2007, 12:07:45 UTC

"Kikyo..."

His voice echoed in the back of Kikyo's mind, and it was the last thing he remembered hearing as the world went black. It was a haunting sound, like a whisper of something that used to be vibrant, but no longer.

Ran-kun, why do you sound so sad...? Don't you know there is nothing you could have done?There was no way to give him these words of comfort now, even if he wished to bestow them. He had been dispatched from this life by the very hands of the one person he loved most in the world. Love...his love, his Ran. The only thing that ever mattered, save for Aiko, his long lost sister. If Kikyo left behind any regrets, it would be what he did to him. But even so - given the same situation again, he probably would have acted the same ( ... )

M76 mostcharming July 25 2007, 18:38:30 UTC

This was... certainly a change from the jail cell, though Dist could not exactly tell which he preferred to be trapped in. This place was dark, on the downside, but it didn't seem too confining, on the plus side... at least, it probably wasn't. He could see the door on the other side of whatever room he was in and likewise saw the light seeping out from the cracks.

A smirk. God-General or no, a prison couldn't keep Dist the Rose.

He had just sat up, hands pressing into a hard bed when he was first inspecting the room, but it was when he shakily stood up that he realized something was not right. First of all, why wasn't he in the Malkulth Military HQ as before? He'd betrayed Van - the Commandant would have little need to rescue him, especially since all of the fomicry machines had been built. He doubted any of the soldiers would have betrayed their precious emperor and set Dist free - not that such a scenario answered his questions ( ... )

F26 wiz_kid_redfive July 25 2007, 19:25:38 UTC

World-walking was harder than Dairine had thought it would be. Ponch had made it look easy, but now that he was the god of the dogs, she couldn't exactly just go and ask him for advice. So after she'd gotten home from school, she took Spot out into the backyard with her, set the computer down, and laid out a transit circle. They were going to find Roshaun if it took them a day, a week, a month, a year, however long.

She and the little spindly-legged computer walked through myriad universes, occasionally passing data over a mindlink. Some universes they could tell that he wasn't in just by a cursory glance. So they sped up, and she slipped into machine time to talk with Spot, going through hundreds of universes per minute, rejecting all of them, one by one. He's not here, she thought. Shouldn't she have been able to find him by now? Not here, not here, not here, definitely not here, not here, not here ( ... )

Re: F26 wiz_kid_redfive July 25 2007, 19:31:47 UTC

[to here]

g_resolution July 25 2007, 20:59:04 UTC

Revenge.The last thing William had thought of before the effects of the G-virus began to take place was of revenge. He had seen all the possible scenarios of what could have happened too-- the dogs of Umbrella lying in a puddle of filth and blood with great gaping wounds covering their bodies, gasping as their life slipped from them. The dogs of Umbrella twisted and mangled beyond all recognition, drowning in sewer water ( ... )

g_resolution July 25 2007, 21:57:16 UTC

[Still in the room, only over yonder.]