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maskormenace2015-06-04 09:42 pm
grouchinleather) wrote in maskormenace2015-06-04 09:42 pm
Entry tags:
- jonathan crane | scarecrow,
- n/a | the midnighter,
- † billy kaplan | wiccan,
- † bruce wayne | batman,
- † clark kent | superman,
- † frederick chilton | chief of staff!!,
- † hal jordan | green lantern,
- † hank schrader | n/a,
- † harry hart | galahad,
- † hayley marshall-kenner|andréa labonair,
- † kanaya maryam-lalonde | psychopomp,
- † kitty jones | n/a,
- † lapis lazuli | n/a,
- † loki laufeyson | n/a,
- † mitchell hundred | the great machine,
- † ripley | n/a,
- † robbie baldwin | speedball,
- † tony stark | iron man
001 | Video
[The camera clicks to show a close-up of a nice shot of leather crotch, which quickly whips upwards to show a white crescent insignia on top of a gray upside down triangle. Look, he hasn't exactly needed to frame himself for a glorified skype conversation before, all right? The Authority would usually just headmail each other.
After a moment more of fidgeting, showing off some various shots of the strangers black trench coat, the camera finally makes its way up to his cowled face--a very, very unhappy cowled face.]
Look, you can all just skip the multiverse pep talk. Until yesterday I lived in the goddamn Bleed between realities, and me and four alternate versions of myself play poker every other Thursday. I'm familiar with the concept.
What I want is how exactly they brought us here. An Earth alternate too stupid to get itself out of the cold war shouldn't have the technology to snatch people from other dimensions.
[Especially without the Authority knowing about it. But he decides to keep that little piece of information to himself, because it's none of their fucking business.]
I tried asking the woman that brought me here, but she was too busy trying to explain to me what a gee golly great place America was. Give me answers and maybe I won't find trying this thing a major waste of my time.
[Goes to hang up, but stops at the last second, and adds:] Speaking of, don't tell me any of you actually bought that bullshit. There's no such thing as a free lunch, kids.
[And with that, he turns the feed off.]
After a moment more of fidgeting, showing off some various shots of the strangers black trench coat, the camera finally makes its way up to his cowled face--a very, very unhappy cowled face.]
Look, you can all just skip the multiverse pep talk. Until yesterday I lived in the goddamn Bleed between realities, and me and four alternate versions of myself play poker every other Thursday. I'm familiar with the concept.
What I want is how exactly they brought us here. An Earth alternate too stupid to get itself out of the cold war shouldn't have the technology to snatch people from other dimensions.
[Especially without the Authority knowing about it. But he decides to keep that little piece of information to himself, because it's none of their fucking business.]
I tried asking the woman that brought me here, but she was too busy trying to explain to me what a gee golly great place America was. Give me answers and maybe I won't find trying this thing a major waste of my time.
[Goes to hang up, but stops at the last second, and adds:] Speaking of, don't tell me any of you actually bought that bullshit. There's no such thing as a free lunch, kids.
[And with that, he turns the feed off.]
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Oh, golly, thanks kindergarten arts and crafts sign! I may have actually asked a serious question but what I REALLY wanted was for people to compliment my outfit.
You really get me.
[The sarcasm is oozing out his response.]
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Lachesis brought people to the City, before it brought them here. Information about her is incomplete; the government rarely lets anyone close, and even then only by special dispensation.
Which I can tell you now, is going to take an attitude adjustment or two from you.
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Cute. You think I'm going to wait for them to send me an invitation.
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Because seriously, look at this guy. And look at what a huge jerk he is. Suspicious. It doesn't take the world's finest detective to start thinking something funky is going on. ]
I think if you go in there uninvited, you'll find yourself public enemy number one, with a whole host of heroes ready to bring you down for their meal ticket. Treason, supposedly. I mean, we're government property now, aren't we?
You're probably already on their watch list. Welcome.
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Let's get one thing straight: I'm no one's property. I don't care what this tacky tattoo says.
[The other stuff really isn't news to him; he already guessed as much. But if no one can give him the answers he wants, what other option does he have?]
I'd be more concerned if I wasn't on their watch list.
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The situation here is still developing. Your version of reality emerged from the cold war, which means you understand the levels of paranoia and suspicion we're dealing with here.
But be my guest. Your mistakes will be as valuable to learn from as anyone else's.
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So tell me, since you think you know me so well already, what am I doing next?
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You're acting like the world's greatest detective, I figured you knew.
Seriously, are you for real? The government is either kidnapping people across the multiverse, or sure as shit taking advantage of the fact some so-called fate's doing it. You want me to just fall in line with that?