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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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That, uh, sounds like it sucks. Maybe there'll be somewhere else you can go.
[Ugh he's not good at this.]
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[it's not mentally fused with a violent unstoppable psychopath, at least.]