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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.]
Video
Well. Maybe you should seek answers, rather than wait for them to fall into your lap. Addressing this network is akin to shaking rotten apples loose from the tree, methinks. The best fruit is at the government, wouldn't you say?
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Maybe you should stop making assumptions.
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I assure you, I'm not in the habit of making assumptions.
Regardless. Thank you for that brilliant nugget of advice.
[His calm voice is injected with a sardonic eat-shit tone as aggravating as his face.]
I'll be sure to treasure it.
[In a nice box at the back of his closet.]
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Ugh, you're the "clever" type.
Do you have any decent advice or are you going to continue to tell me the obvious? Did you really think I was going to stop at asking around?
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But that doesn't mean he can't be cautious about it.]
You haven't struck me as a quitter, no. But it's nice to hear it from your lips.
[His eyes dart around his room, like he's looking out for something or someone above. Oh, he knows Bruce is watching this conversation.]
I suppose you don't believe in half-measures, either.
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How about you stop pretending to compliment me and actually get to your point.
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But he isn't scared. He tilts his head, slightly - there's an air of curiosity about him. Like he can't decide whether this man is useful to know or his next meal to play with.
In the sense of danger? He's faced worse; he's done worse.]
You've been asking middle-management, when you should be knocking the door of the man upstairs.
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Do you only state the obvious using stupid, overwrought cliches?
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[Spoken like he's addressing a particularly dim student. Feel the love.
He's not wasting his beautiful mind on you.]
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It's always the ones that think they're so fucking clever that are the most clueless...
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Do you have anything else to say?
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[He won't reply afterwards. Shitbird does what he wants.]
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Midnighter ignores this and moves on. This whole conversation was a huge waste of time.]