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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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[ He's not really sure there are adequate answers to be had about anything here, but it seems like a relevant question to ask a man who plays poker with his alternate selves. (Reed would do that, Matt thinks, but he doesn't sound like a Reed.) ]
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Look, I'm not expecting much. I'm just looking to be brought up to speed on what people know.
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So who do you suppose I talk to instead?
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[ And collect information. ]
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Is she the ImPort version of a nosy neighbor or something?
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Well. I might like to defend her from such an accusation, but it's not entirely inaccurate.
[ Should put it on your business cards, Kate. ]
But I meant more she's been here a long time, she's friendly and well-established and curious.
[ She's a snoop. ]
She takes an interest in current events and Import welfare.
[ She's a busybody.
Or, rather: a private investigator. ]
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[ Unless Lil's going to describe it for him. But these days that usually ends in them not paying attention to the TV at all. ]
Is the general gist something to do with gossip?
[ Kate kind of is. Sort of. Sorry Kate.
That's also why she makes such a good employee, though. If he ever wanted to know anything, all he has to do is ask Kate. ]
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She's the nosy neighbor that lives next to the witch who can't mind her own damn business, but is so bad at being nosy she even convince her husband anything's wrong with the ~kooky~ house next door.
[His voice starts out normal enough, but by the end of it is dripping with contempt.]
My husband was marathoning it before I got dragged here. I should almost thank these assholes from sparing me from having to watch any more of it.
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Oh. Well, then that's a bit unfair to Kate. Since she's a detective, and a superhero, and it's actually her job to mind other people's business sometimes.
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Don't worry, I somehow figured she was a little smarter than an idiot from a 45 year old sitcom.
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[ Be kind of weird to call Kate his friend like that. Which is true, but also, she's young enough to be his daughter, and maybe that's a little creepy. ]
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Do you want information or not?
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[Does it help if he doesn't actually think they're bumping uglies?]
Do you have any information?
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