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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;
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You going to tell me about this chick or not?
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The porter is what brought us here. Lachesis was the equivalent in another city, another world. Something went... wrong in that world- I have some notes about it, but you'll probably be better off talking to people who were actually there.
Point is Lachesis ended up sending them here... and infecting the porter somehow. She used to be talkative with imPorts but she's gone quiet since she got here.
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Still, the response seems to satisfy Midnighter for a moment, as he sits quietly and takes it all in. When he talks again, his tone is serious, and most of his bite is gone.]
... But why here? And if this chick really is some sort of ghost in the machine, is she working with this government or is she some kind of hostage they're exploiting?
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We don't know any of that. I told you she's been silent. All we know is they ended up here somehow, and still are unable to go back home. And there's a big Greek theme going on, if you know where to look but we aren't sure exactly what that implies yet.
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And is also a jerk.
A jerk who is listening politely enough for the moment.]
Anyone ever try to get in to the porter building? More importantly--anyone succeed?
And what kind of Greek theme?
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Some people got to get close to the imPort as some sort of contest not long ago. I can give you names but I've already asked around and they really don't have anything of importance to add to what most people will tell you. The Porter seems to be completely inert and it just keeps porting people in and out for no apparent reason.
[He opens his mouth, then closes it pressing his lips on a firm line. It's dangerous to say that kind of thing as Clark Kent, but if he's even a little bit like Batman he will be smart. He deserves to have all the information.]
Most of the time, anyway. Not long ago, a lot of heroes were ported out for exactly the duration of a huge infectious plague and weren't ported back in until after the plague had been controlled. The timing was too perfect for it to be a coincidence.
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The fates. Quaint.
[He rubs at his chin in thought.]
So something's got to be controlling it. How else would it know not to bring people in during a plague?
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Before Lachesis infected this world's porter she was apparently very sarcastic and thought of the imPorts as chess pieces. So she could very well be still playing her games, just doing it more quietly. We still have no idea how we get our powers on arrival, or how they get their hands on the information that's on their files that they give us.
So basically: we're almost completely in the dark. People have been here for years so it doesn't look like it's going to be solved soon, but we're not giving up.
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[That would be the Henry Bendix way to play.]
How long have people been stuck here that that's all you people seem to know?
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[Oh, Freddie. You were annoying and almost ruined every reporter's reputation but he still misses you.]
Have you been told about the Hornets yet?
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[Arches an eyebrow, a motion barely visible thanks to his cowl.]
I'm going to guess you don't mean the wasps.
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[Here, have an attached text file.] It will be faster if you just read this, and then ask whatever questions you've left. Ms Bishop is a trustworthy source, but I guess you will have to take my word for it.
wow I just saw this. Feel free to ignore x.x
Hey, that text file was actually pretty useful, even if he now wants to punch the person who wrote it in the face for patting herself on the back so many times.]
...Thanks.
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You're welcome. If there's any more questions you have I can try to help?
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What's there to do for fun around here?
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Depends on what you consider fun?
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Fine, we'll play this game. What do you consider fun?
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Reading a book, cooking, taking a walk. Nothing really interesting, I'm afraid.
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Then I don't think you can help me. We've got two completely different ideas of fun.
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I figured we would. I mean, no offense, just judging by the costume. Is that a normal kind of thing where you're from? [Fishing for information? Fishing for information. This can't be a Bat-coincidence, he's sure.]
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[Oh he knows what Clark's getting at. He's just an asshole.]
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[Still being an asshole.]
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One in particular, yes. Except he looks a little bit more like a bat.
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